Ok heres my carrie:
Name: Karen Sidey
Age: 18
Car: yes
Type: Red Clio Campus.
Looks: good looking chic. red wild hair. crazy black eyes.
Bio: nice girl. fiery temper. Drives like a monkey (u get the idea) no parents.

There, your turn. ;)

Name: Spencer Jones
Age: 20
Car: yea
Type: motorcycle
Looks:
Bio: Spence was an adrenilen junkie since his parents passed, and he lives on his own. He barely sleep, and will protect anything that he thinks needs it. He has a strong heart, but he don't comunicate well with others no matter how had he tries....(but there is a chance for everything right?)

auuu tht is such a sweet character! lol anyway i'll start then. lets be at the mall . lol.
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Karen parked her red clio, which she called Cliche. She walked out and zapped the key to lock it. She breathed in and relaxed. Today she ws suposed to chose a dress for the ball night.
She was thinking about getting a sexy short cut dress with a low 'decolte'.

She entered the shop Republic, it had a wide range of dresses.

Spencer walked through the mall looking for something to do that night. His black boots squeaked lightly on the floor, and he readjusted his leather jacket. His plans were never made until it was last minuet. He passed some people, but he didn't bother to make communication, because that's how he was. He sat on a bench and looked around. There was one thing that sparked his interest, and that was the brand new motorcycle that was placed in the center of the mall. But he was not going to steel it, that wasn't how he was.

Karen had chosen the most beautiful dress on earth. A gorgeous sparkly red short sxc one.

She came out of the shop and noticed a brand new motorcycle... hmmm... her Cliche was starting to deteriorate..
Karen shoved the thought aside, she wouldnt steal. it wasnt right to steal but then again it was gleaming at her, the keys in the contact, helmet on handle... so tempting.
she could pretend to be the owner. no one would notice...

Seeing some girl looking at the bike as well, he decided to get up and walk over to it, and pretend to have interest. Once over he did realize the keys were in it, that changed everything. He looked up at the girl. "i there...nice looking thing aint it?" He asked getting the nerve to take it, but he didn't want her hurt as well. His old bike was way out dated, and he could barely get the right parts for it anymore.

Karen plucked up her courage, "Yes it is, and it is mine." She quickly snatched the keys out of the contact. Quick enough so the guy couldnt take them.
"Would you mind letting go of the handle? Thank you." she said smugly, pulling on the helmet over her short smooth hair.