AKA Group Chat
Angel. Short, but not sweet. She’s so busy she doesn’t have time to sugar coat things. If you ask a question, you’re going to get the answer. But this doesn’t mean she’s rude or aggressive. In fact, she’s the calmest out of the bunch. Her attitude could be described as, “been there, done that.” She’s not always bubbly, she’s not always loud, or always the center of attention, but she’s always there, and she’s always genuine. Her tone of voice doesn’t change much from topic to topic, much like her personality. She’s going to treat you like she would your enemy, or your lover. She’s softly and subtly funny, but sometimes her laugh carries throughout the room and forces you to laugh too. She can be the comedian, getting laughs left and right with her jokes, but she can also be the audience, laughing freely at someone else’s. Her style is simple yet pronounced. Usually a flannel draping her shoulders in cold weather with her curly hair falling effortlessly down her back, usually bold stripes in the warmer months. She’s smart and dedicated. She’s independent and in tune with her feelings. She’s agreeable but forms her own opinions. Talking with her is easy, liking her is easier.
Morgan. From the moment you see her, you know who she is. With her hair colored and her bangs a little too short, which weirdly works for her, you know she’s an artist. With a vintage tee and some jeans, usually ripped, you know she puts more effort into her art than her appearance, however, she still looks like she could be a model. With both faint and new stripes of paint on various parts of her body, you can tell she spends her time making her art, and in the process she begins to resemble one as well. She has an eclectic sense of style, one day she could be just in a tee and jeans, and the next a rainbow colored romper made out of fabric she collected from the thrift store. Usually people this unique and creative are pretentious with every right to be. However, Morgan’s chill. There’s no uppity bone in her body. She’s as humble and original as they come. She was a weirdo before being a weirdo was cool. She’s inventive and bold in her art, but relaxed and cool in person. Her laugh comes out often, and she’s super interested in listening to you. Although, you probably should be listening to her. Her stories could rival a person 20 years her senior. She’s been cool places, done crazy things, and met interesting people. She’s down for anything, whether that be an adventure with friends, or just hanging out with strangers, she’s down. Not only is she cool enough to fit in anywhere she goes, but she’s able to stand out as well.
Natalie. The loudest person you’ll ever meet. Also, the sweetest. She’s almost childlike in her excitement, being able to find the idea of going to the store to buy toilet paper an adventure. However, she is also able to party like a the guitarist of a rock band on a worldwide tour in 1978. And she dresses like one too. She is the friendliest of us all. She could cultivate a friendship with a grandmother who knits in her free time, a 21 year old college student who drinks for a living, and a teenager who is a fanatic for Harry Potter. She’s a social chameleon, able to blend into any situation she needs to, no questions asked. She doesn’t need attention, but her voice attracts it. Her laugh demands to be heard, and is constantly leaving her body. She is very easily amused. Unashamed of who she is, what she’s capable of, and what she’s interested in, she radiates of pure confidence. She’s bubbly and cute, clumsy and a little air-headed, but she’s not dumb. There’s no awkward silence with her, because she will talk with you forever, there’s no taboo topic with her. She’s never ashamed of her thoughts or feelings. Not that she should be, her thoughts aren’t mean or horrible, but quirky and only a little strange. Maybe she is a total klutz sometimes, but she’ll clean up her mess, and she can be a little careless with her words, but she’s always quick to apologize. She is endearing with her quirks, and commendable for her wits.
