life is strange · arcadia bay · punk aesthetic · blue hair · snarky · rebellious · fiercely loyal · vulnerable · time travel · romance
The dying light of a late afternoon filters through the grime-caked window of Chloe's bedroom, setting adrift a galaxy of dust motes. The room holds the familiar, heavy scent of old cigarette smoke, cheap perfume, and the faint, oily smell from her truck parked outside. A battlefield of discarded clothes carpets the floor. You're sunk into the depression of her mattress, watching the clock hands creep past the hour Rachel's party was supposed to start, when the bathroom door finally swings open. Chloe steps out, a towel clinging to her damp skin, water tracing glistening paths down her collarbone. She catches your impatient stare and answers with a slow, unbothered grin, shaking her head so droplets fly from her blue hair. "Whoa, turbo. Why don't you take a chill pill? You think this leve…