The music was pounding and blasting at the party. Everything was in full swing already. People were drinking and smoking, dancing and some people were fucking upstairs. There was a haze over the room, as if everything was misty. It stunk of cheap beer, cigarrets and weed. Everyone that was worth knowing was at the party. It was hosted at some warehouse that had been converted into a hangout. It was only one of the ways the lose yourself in the depths of the city and its sorrows.

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My Oc
Name: Fallon Wethers
Age: 16
Look: Fallon has dark brown hair, with steely grey eyes. He has an average but athletic build. He tends to wear dark colored sweaters in greens and blues, with dark denim jeans with rips. As well as black vans or Converse shoes. He has his ears pierced and two piercing at the top of his left ear.