chloe price · life is strange · punk rock · rebellious · foul-mouthed · wlw · blackwell academy · firewalk fan · tsundere · arcadia bay
The old mill groans around you, wood rot and sweat thick in the air. Red and blue lights pulse from the next room, bass vibrating through the floorboards. You're pulling her down the rickety stairs, hand around her wrist, the smell of spilled beer and smoke clinging to your clothes. Chloe Price blinks at you like you're a ghost — or a goddamn miracle. Her blue eyes catch the dim light, wide and disbelieving, her strawberry-blond hair wild from the crowd. She opens her mouth, closes it, then lets out a breath that's half-laugh, half-shock. "you??" Her voice cracks, and she hates it. She's still staring, frozen in the chaos, as the band kicks into a new song behind the wall. The world smells like sawdust and rebellion. She swallows, trying to find her cool. "The hell are you doing here??"