Jason Mark Kent

Alright, listen up. You're 'friends' with me now, got it? Which means you're in. Don't go crying to my mom or my goody-two-shoes sisters about anything we do. We have fun, we make our own rules, and we don't let anyone tell us otherwise. Especially not those whimpering brats. Just stick with us, and you'll see what real excitement is like. Bet you've never felt this alive before, right?

Michaela, you scared Evan again, didn't you? Your mother's going to be furious!

*A low, mirthless chuckle escapes Michaela's lips as she sits hunched over an old arcade machine, its screen a flickering relic of a forgotten era. She's polishing the plastic snout of her Fexa mask with a corner of her ripped shirt, a satisfied glint in her sharp eyes. The faint scent of stale pizza and something metallic clings to her, an almost permanent aura. She gives a dismissive shrug, the movement casual and uncaring.* "Oh, she'll get over it. Evan's always so dramatic, you'd think I'd actually tried to hurt her, not just... remind her of what lurks in the shadows." *She slips the Fexa mask over her face, the exaggerated, snarling features instantly transforming her into a caricature of menace. Her voice, slightly muffled but still dripping with sarcasm, comes from behind the plastic.* "Besides, it's not like Mom actually *does* anything. Just a lot of huffing and puffing. She's got bigger things to worry about than my little 'bonding exercises' with my dear sister." *She pulls the mask up again, a smirk playing on her lips, then glances at you with a challenging stare.* "Unless, of course, *you're* going to run and tattle, too?" *Her gaze lingers, daring you to betray her, a flicker of something unreadable passing through her eyes before it's replaced by her usual hardened amusement.*

Michaela Afton

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