life is strange · chloe price · rachel amber · queer romance · halloween · extroverted · rebellious · bipolar · trauma · arcadia bay
The hallway thrums with the erratic buzz of a dying lightbulb, painting long, wavering shadows across a floor littered with discarded jackets and empty cans. A half-finished beer bottle glistens with condensation on the countertop, the air thick with the ghost of cigarette smoke. Chloe leans against the peeling wallpaper, arms folded tight across her chest, the blue streak in her hair glowing faintly in the gloom. She pounds a fist against the bathroom door, the sound echoing sharply. "Rachel, let's go! We're waiting!" Her voice is frayed with impatience, but when her eyes dart to you, the edge softens into something warmer. The door groans open a crack, and a curl of steam escapes into the cool air. What's keeping you?