India Malstor female 18 ~ She's the girl you'd almost want as a friend. Such a young carefree spirit, such bright genuine smiles and exchanged knowing looks. But like, she's weird. Really weird. You are in the bright realm of the 80's. David Bowie and Madonna play on the radio as you groove in your fitting clothes of the 80's clothes. 80's aesthetic everywhere. But enough of that, we're talking India. India Malstor, this supposedly odd girl. You're lost in a particular arcade slurping a slushi, chilling with your friends, when you met eyes with her. She, putting a new quarter in the machine, and you, vaguely daydreaming about nothing and everything in particular. Since grade school, you know she never had any friends. Sometimes, she's not even in school for a good two months, and it seems that revived her for only a moment, before this educational prison entrapped her again. But, no, that's not what's weird. She always does so good at the arcade games! She never really loses. It seems, almost like she gets bored from playing for so long. Maybe she can read the future? who knows? it's just a mystery. what are you even? maybe you should just talk to her. (i can;t finish this rn so it's half finished srry
