Name: Cinnamon Stefan Horowitz
Gender: Male
Age: 18
Grade: 12
School: Southwest Red Rock High School
Hobbies and Interests: Playing violin, soccer, movies, film history, chess

Appearance: Cinnamon is of average height and has a lean figure, standing at 5’10” and weighing 149 pounds. He is ...

Merged that paragraph, fixed the grammar hiccups, and I've expanded on her early interest in fantasy, tattoo work, and her mom's feelings about the Rufus situation. I also took the liberty of specifying that her interest is in tabletop roleplaying specifically in the hobbies list.

Name: April Margaret Nguyen
Gender: Female
Age: 18
Grade: 12
School: Southwest Red Rock High School
Hobbies and Interests: Swimming, Girl Scouts, fantasy and adventure media, tabletop roleplaying games, body modification

Appearance: April is 5’5” and weighs 138 pounds. She has a build that ...

There it was. Some of that tightly-wound tension in his back and shoulders eased.

Salem had done this to himself, he guessed, by being the go-to meme guy when you needed one. He'd spent so long making sure nothing passed his lips that wasn't mummified in seven layers of irony, and he'd understood ...

The hysterical laughter almost came back. Salem felt it welling up, but it stuck in his throat. All that came out was a wheeze.

"You really think everyone else dropped everything at the first hint, huh," he said, and his voice was bitter and wobbly in a way that he'd have absolutely died over ...

A thin giggle, dancing on the verge of hysteria, escaped Salem.

"Yeah," he said. "You just want to help. I know." He didn't lower the gun from his temple.

She was so close to him, hands on his shoulders. As close as he had been to Shu in those last moments.

"And you can't. You don't get to have ...

"No," Salem said, frustrated into honesty. His arm was trembling too, from the pain and strain of injury and exhaustion. The end of the gun wavered.

This was familiar, yes, but not the same. It hadn't been the same the last time they'd met in this church. That first moment, the first line crossed ...

"Hit and a miss," Salem muttered as Julia pushed past, like he didn't pose any real obstacle at all. It was the brief moment of physical contact that really threw him off-balance. It was casual, unconcerned. The way you'd push past someone in the school hallway.

It was the first time since he'd ...

"Do you actually care what I want?" Salem's tone wasn't accusatory, just curious.

Her flippancy should have irritated him. She'd gotten a little too big for her boots since catching a pie to the face instead of a bullet. He thought about pulling the handgun from his coat pocket, but his limbs felt ...

"Don't need to be like that?" Salem echoed. "Babe, I've always been like this." He let his hand drop to his side and closed his eyes.

"Just like you've always been the way you are." Again and again they'd come back to this. Maybe Julia supposed that the third time was the charm. Salem had already ...

It really felt like she should have been silhouetted against the setting sun, like the flare should have stayed hanging in the sky to provide ambient lighting. Julia, ascending the hill at whenever in the afternoon, with the echo of that call already faded, felt far too normal.

Salem rose to his ...

There. A red star on the horizon.

“This is the Interpol Incident Response team and SEALs. Your collars should no longer be active and you are not being monitored. Please make your way to the beach as soon as possible. You're going home.”

Salem stared, and he'd always considered religion a fairy ...

((Salem Fox continued from the only emperor is the emperor of ice cream ))

The cold was twice as miserable after the brief reprieve Salem had spent cocooned in the hot spring. The trek back to town was nothing to write home about compared to all of the others he'd made over the past several days ...

Salem, are you awake?

Get dressed. We’re going to the hos pit al

((Salem Fox continued from And the universe said 'I love you' ))

He had known this was coming eventually.

Salem was a logical person. He was intelligent and mature for his age; basically every parent-teacher conference since ...

Any satisfaction Salem might have felt as Beatrice toppled over was destroyed when her own bullet ripped through his arm, tearing a chunk out of his bicep. If he'd had time to prepare, he would have tried not to scream; as it was, his shriek echoed off the mountainside before finally getting ...