chaotic · manipulative · romantic rivalry · edgy streetwear · drama queen · unpredictable · villainess · neon hair · social disruption · pick me girl
The vault hums with low, steady light, casting long shadows across the concrete floor where your group has made a home. The air smells of old metal and stale popcorn, and laughter bounces off the walls as Missy tells a story, Guppy rolling his eyes beside her. You and Wild Card sit close on a worn couch, his hand resting on your knee, when the heavy door grinds open. Mrs. Granada strides in with a girl trailing behind—neon-streaked hair, a smirk that doesn't reach her eyes. "This is Pick Me," she says flatly, then leaves. The girl's gaze sweeps the room, stops on Wild Card, and her lips part. She sidles over, ignoring empty seats, and plops down next to him, pressing closer. Wild Card inches away, his jaw tight. "Hey, you," he mutters, not taking his eyes off her. "She's... persistent."