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    Harlow Grace Parun_____________________Brendon Boyd Urie

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    Shiloh Marie Francis_____________________Ronald Joseph Radke
    November 14th, 2015 at 10:05am
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    Harlow Grace | Allocentric ✘ Absentminded ✘ Passionate

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    The past few days hadn't been easy for Harlow Grace, hell it'd been the worse she had in a long time. She shouldn't of been surprised that things turned out this way, isolated from her home and husband; perhaps soon to be ex-husband, hiding at her grandmother's house. Perhaps it had been a long time coming, this newest heartache in her marriage. See, Harlow Parun had walked in on her husband of four years in bed with his secretary. It was clichéd the slim blonde supposed, marrying her high-school sweetheart, the faithful wife, the stupidly blind wife. And now, ten years of her life had been wasted on a man who hadn't been faithful to her, a man who had deluded Harley into believing the life they had built, their dogs and house in their fancy little Massachusetts suburban home had been a lie. So, Monday afternoon she had packed her things, clothing, electronics, and dog into her little Sedan and had driven towards California, LA where her grandmother lived in one of those fancy gated communities by the beach. On Monday afternoon, Harlow had left behind everything she'd known in her twenty four years of living, the man she thought she loved, her hometown, friends, and made her cross country trip.

    A roadtrip across the country was daunting enough, but due to her grandmother's aversion to technology- it was even more intimidating to not be able to call the elderly woman to let her know that she needed a place to stay for awhile. Well her and the dogs Shakespeare and Poe. Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday had consisted of driving, stopping for food and bathroom breaks, breaking down and sobbing whenever a song came on the radio that even slightly pertained to her situation, and sleeping in the car in parking lots on the way. The blonde just hadn't wanted to leave a trail about where she was going- it wasn't like she had told Finn that lying cheating bastard. She knew that she had rushed into that marriage, fresh out of high school, terrified of going to college and not having the love she'd come to rely on from Finn throughout their high school years. But what Harlow hadn't realized- was people had changed. She had known that the torrid passion which had fueled their attraction and relationship was gone. It had gone away from them years ago, when neither was looking Harley supposed. Friday, just as the sun was breaking into the sky, Harlow had finally reached the small gated community that her grandmother, Arlene, lived in. It hadn't been really hard to get in, she was "On the list" of allowed visitors for Arlene Parun; and after showing her ID had been allowed in.

    Now, Harley was never super close with her grandparents, but she was pretty sure that her Grandmother had been the heiress to a large and successful paper company of which her grandfather had started and now her father ran. Harley knew that one day it would be passed onto her, but as she parked in her grandmother's ridiculously long driveway, that was the furthest thing from her mind. Currently she sat in her seat, ignoring Poe's growling at Shakespeare over a stuffie they both wanted; staring at her grandma's home. God Harlow hadn't been here since her wedding, four years ago- of which she hadn't stayed a long time since Arlene had always hated Finn. "Here we go boys- best behavior. She's a cat lady." Harlow chided her dogs, two pitbulls she'd rescued a couple years ago. Taking a deep breath of the stale air in her car, a mixture of greasy fastfood and dog smell Harlow opened the door getting out. She had hardly gotten out when Shakespeare made a mad scramble to get into the front and out her door, Poe following behind his older "brother". Both were too impatient to wait for her to open a back door, so once they were out, trotting about the car noses to the ground and their whip-like tails furiously wagging back and forth.

    Rolling her eyes, Harley tried to quickly fix her ratty looking hair- god she needed a shower, and straightened the hem of her sleek black dress. She didn't need to look like the wreck Harley felt like at the moment. "Alright boys, come on." The svelte blonde muttered to her dogs, hurrying towards the door her feet slapping against the ground. Once in front of the large oaken door, Harlow hesitated. How would her grandmother react to her being here? To her coming to plead to let her stay here for a bit to collect her thoughts. Figure out what to do in this marriage. It was the need for solidarity and familiarity that made Harley knock, and shifting she prayed to god that Arlene was up. A few minutes went by and before Harley could knock again, the door was flung open, revealing her tiny, snowy haired grandmother. Almost at once Arlene's face lit up and almost at once Harley was pulled into an embrace. "I didn't realize you were coming! It's so good to see you- you seem upset. My dear! Come in. Come in, go ahead bring those ungodly beasts with you." Almost at once Harlow was quickly pulled into the home, the door slamming behind her. It was just as beautiful as Harlow remembered it, high ceilings and detailed, dark mahgoney woodwork. After being ushered into the sitting room her grandmother asked why she was here, and Harlow told her. How Finn had been acting strange, even more distant than he normally did with her, that she had come home early one day to surprise him and found her husband in bed with the new Hungarian secretary.

    Her grandmother had muttered that She was going to cut his balls off which was probably the dirtiest thing which had come out of the little old woman's mouth- and caused Harley to giggle from behind the tears which dripped down her face. After she asked, hesitantly if it'd be okay to stay here for a bit and figure out what to do, her grandmother immediately began gushing that of course it would be nice, she could take the dogs to the private beach the gated community owned, how there would be an LA parade in a few months, and she'd absolutely love it if Harlow could stay and get to know her favorite neighbors. Then of course the woman shooed Harlow off to bed, biding her that later she'd stop by her neighbor Brendon's house and ask him to help move Harlow's things from the car into the home into the room which had always been her's during visitations and whatnot. However, her grandmother did warn Harlow that she had a committee meeting to help with the parade and would likely not be around when Harlow woke up- but not to worry because she'd be back with dinner. Finding this to be of no problem Harley nodded, and with her grandmother's urging shuffled off to bed and fuck it was great. This was the first time she'd been in a bed for about four days; and she'd be damned if it didn't feel like heaven. Shakespeare, ever the shadow, was quick to follow her into the room jumping on her bed as did Poe who hadn't wanted to be left behind. "Everything'll be fine. I'm gonna get through this." Was the last thought on Harlow's mind before she drifted off. After what felt like hours, perhaps days, the slender blonde was woken up by Shakespeare and Poe's roughhousing, right on her stomach. Shooting into alertness the Adriatic eyed woman quickly pushed both dogs from the bed, scolding them with a groggy, thick voice. It would be pointless to try to sleep, and besides

    Granny had said there was a private beach to go bring the dogs; and from the way they were playing the males could use a run outside together. "Alright, alright." Harlow grumbled getting up. "I'm getting food first though." With that she ambled towards the kitchen, clad in nothing but her lacy black bra and matching underwear; Harlow had peeled her dress off her body to sleep and since her grandma wasn't home wasn't really that anxious to walk around like that. But, she'd forgotten that her neighbor was supposed to come over and help bring her boxes in- which admittedly wasn't a lot. Blissfully unaware Harlow wandered towards the kitchen; and was ruffling about the fridge in search of something sweet when she heard the sound of something dropping. "Gran?" Feeling her heart beating in her throat the girl was furthered scared when Shakespeare and Poe began barking, their bodies tense. Fuck. Was someone in the house? Instantly assuming the worse the girl grabbed the biggest, sharpest kitchen knife she could find; taking deep breaths to steel herself. Forgetting that she had nothing but her undergarments on, she quietly tread towards the front door. Almost immediately she noted a man shutting the door, near her boxes. His back was towards her, but Harlow could tell he was tall; and gathering her courage barked, totally not quivering with fright "Who're you and what are you doing in my house?" Her scaredy-cat dogs just hung back, barking from the doorway as the man slowly turned around, his large whiskey and sunlight eyes widening with surprise; likely he hadn't expected anyone to be home, and Harley's grip had tightened around the handle her knuckles turning pale. Her mind was still far too half-asleep to realize this was the guy her Gran had enlisted to help her unpack and move in.

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    Ronnie Radke | Nonconformist ✘ Impulsive ✘ Ambitious

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    His life hadn't gone in any one direction he'd planned it to. His dreams, making it big him and the band, were so far from being recognized. Sure they got gigs whenever they could but to pay bills Ronnie normally worked days at Starbucks. It wasn't grand and he'd of fucking hated it had it not been for her. He had met Shiloh in his second year of living in New York. Hell, it had been one of the lowest points of his life- his band was fighting more than ever and their agent had swindled them out of a collective two grand. It had been a last ditch effort to cheer himself up without turning to the bottle, going to a party his friend Ryan had thrown. Now, Ryan was a good friend of the band's. Had done artwork for them but mostly ran with the up and coming artists of New York. He was having a birthday party, so Ronnie had really only planned on dropping by to wish him well. But, she had opened the door and Ronnie swore that his world just fucking stopped. Every gloomy, shitty thing that had been going on the past month just... Didn't matter anymore. She was dressed in a sophisticated looking dress, her strawberry hair braided into an elaborate looking bun; and fuck she was beautiful. Perhaps Shiloh had been so in tune with him even then did her face scrunch up into one of concern and stepping aside ushered him in- introducing herself.

    That night the two had hit it off and by the time that Ronnie headed home, hours later, he had a date with her for the following Friday. And Ronnie swore that it was like finding his other half- his muse and the flame that fanned his passions. His little redhead was the thing that kept him going, and throughout the darkest period of his life the one that had always encouraged him to continue to chase his dreams, even if it barely paid the rent. When Ronnie was beaten, kicked, and all around blue- Shiloh was there to paint his woes away and nights, blissful and peaceful were spent; tangled up in each other. Sometimes, Ronnie had no idea where he ended and she started. That's not to say that Shiloh had it all figured out either. The girl had passion and talent for painting; but this was New York. You needed good agents and connections- and the pair lacked both of those. But, both never gave up. When he was on the verge of just calling it quits- Shiloh was always there to anchor Ron back to his passions. And when Shiloh was frustrated with the world and days she couldn't find the muse or motivation to pick up the brush, Ronnie gave it to her. Ronnie revered that woman, and after a year of intense and breathless sort of a passion the two decided to move in together.

    It was never easy finding a place but they both managed to find something relatively close to downtown; and nice enough that they could both work in peace. A small loft they called home. And it was the closest thing that Ronnie had to a home his whole life. No more nights alone, yearning for a love he wasn't sure he'd ever find. And quietly, he became complacent over the next year. When his band was passed over for a gig, he didn't blow up. Instead he'd go home, strum a little bit on the guitar and set to writing better music. His new-found ambition, the drive to provide for Shiloh and treat her like the queen she was, became his new motivator. The onyx-haired man wanted to give her everything they had talked about- marriage, kids, her own art gallery and his own tours. And it had begun to work. Falling In Reverse had picked up a small, but ferociously loyal following; things were looking up. And all that luck they had come into, was thanks to the other. People said that all good things cannot last- but that wasn't their case. For two years Ronnie had continued to fall deeper and deeper down the rabbit hole with Shiloh, sometimes he being the mad hatter- and other times feeling like fucking Alice. But he'd never complain, not when they had their water turned off one month, the month right before Christmas and had to spend the Holiday's at her parents house neither of which liked him, so neither of which was pleased

    Ronnie hadn't even complained when their apartment had gotten broken into and robbed, and the thousand dollars he always kept in for emergency money under their mattress had been stolen. Thick and thin he and Shiloh had stuck it all out. And Ronnie had never been happier. Sure they were both broke as fuck; but money wasn't happiness. This month though, had been a stroke of luck for both of them. Shiloh had gotten three paintings into a gallery, and Ronnie was playing a gig that was bigger than anything else he and the band had played thus far. Which meant less time with Shi' and more time on his own with his bandmates. Today though, which is why he had his arm wrapped around Shiloh on their raggedy couch, watching the morning cartoons. She still had paint on her right cheekbone from last night's painting and a drowsy smile on her lips. The svelte redhead was nestled against his side in their home, the city life roaring about them. It was only ten, and they had a full day to relax; which for that Ronnie had an idea. "Babe, let's go to the zoo. My treat huh?" The obsidian haired musician offered, knowing that Shiloh adored going there; and it had been awhile since he'd taken her out on a date.
    November 17th, 2015 at 04:24am