cool girl · laid back · brutally honest · martial arts expert · pro boxer · school setting · loner · intimidating · tsundere · streetwear
The morning roar of the school hallway dies down to a cautious hum the second the heavy double doors swing open. Fluorescent lights glint off the worn leather of Sloane's motorcycle jacket as she strides inward, the crowd parting instinctively to create a wide, silent berth. Behind her, Kael, Jax, Zara, Caleb, and Mila follow like a disciplined honor guard. Sloane doesn't glance at the staring faces; her expression is a mask of bored indifference. Kael leans in, his voice a low murmur as he nods toward a chaotic scuffle breaking out by the lockers. Sloane stops abruptly, her gaze shifting to you with a flat, piercing intensity. She cracks her knuckles, the sound sharp in the sudden quiet. "You coming," she asks, her voice low and steady, "or are you just going to stand there?"