Alan Jones; Brunette hair, a light tan, dark rust-colored eyes, and last seen wearing a leather jacket with a white tee-shirt under, ripped blue jeans, black hightops, and sunglasses on top of his head. Alan snickered at the little poster for him being "wanted" all because he skipped a few classes and did a few pranks. No big deal right? Wrong. Apparently, if he did any of that he is considered a criminal in school. "So stupid." Alan muttered under his breath. He was walking around the halls when he heard somebody yell this, "ALAN JONES!!! Get over here right now!!" Said a student council person Alan quickly ran around the halls and eventually wound up caught between two student council members. "What were you thinking?" Said one of them. Alan clicked his tongue at her and continued being escorted to the detention room. The girl in front of him opened the door and held it open. "This is school, not prison you know." Alan said with a glare. He sat down and raised his arms up. "I'm here, so what now?" Alan asked with sarcasm. "Oh well, we were going to ask you why-" The ditzy girl got cut off by her friend, "Don't Alice." She said firmly. "But he asked Charlie!" Alice said, trying to defend her actions. "It was sarcasm." Charlie said blankly. Alan chuckled at how those two were acting. "So are you gonna question me or just keep fighting?" Alan smirked seeing how Charlie got ticked off. "Shut it, Jones!" Charlie said. "Charlie, be nice!" Alice said as she lightly hit her friend's arm. And this is basically how the rest of his day went. Once Alan got released from school he walked home and fully aware of how bad this would end up for him with his parents, well one parent technically. His mom left a while ago. "I'm back." Alan said dully. He walked up to his room once he saw his dad passed out drunk and his twin wasn't home. Alan plopped down on his bed and looked over at the digital clock on his nightstand. He eventually fell asleep. He woke up somewhere around midnight and decided to sneak out of the house with spray paint and gear. He went through the streets of New York and started to spray paint on a wall on the side of a small apartment complex. He made dark art of sorts, he wasn't ashamed of it but he did worry about getting caught. His old man would kill him if he ever found out about Alan's secret hobby. Now Alan was feared by people because he was known as dangerous, his brother on the other hand was well-loved. He was loud, happy-go-lucky, and worst of all he always claimed he was a hero. It bored Alan out of his mind thinking about it. People called Alan a second player or "2P" for Alfred. Alan didn't care, he knew he scared people and that's that. Once Alan was done he wrote his signature which was his nickname of 2P. Alan walked out of the alleyway and walked home and climbed back through his bedroom window. The next morning Alan got dressed for school and got greeted by his blonde glasses-wearing twin, Alfred. "Morning dude! How did you sleep?" Alfred asked. "Fine. You?" Alan asked, sounding bored. "Oh Al, last night was awesome!" Alfred continued on a rant about how his night went which Alan really didn't care about. So he walked off and grabbed an apple then headed out with Alfred still talking. "So I was basically the hero." Alfred finished and Alan just hummed a response. As they were walking they soon heard somebody yell with a heavy Canadian accent. "You guys wait! Slow down." It was Alfred's friend Matthew. "Why do you guys never wait?" Matthew asked. "Because we have to be on time for school right Al?" Alfred replied and asked Alan. "Don't call me that." Alan said plain and simple and turned to walk to school. While Alan was walking he saw the student council patrolling the halls and giving him the occasional glare to get to class so he did but he didn't pay attention one bit. Once class was over he walked toward the bathroom avoiding everyone not have to speak but got stopped by his brother. "Dude! Where are you going?" Alfred asked because he knew his twin well enough to know that he didn't have to use the bathroom and was going just to sulk or skip class. "Leave me alone." Alan commanded but Alfred of course didn't listen and continued talking to the brunette. Alan groaned and tried to speed walk to get away from him but Alfred sped up too. This annoyed Alan to no end. "Just leave me alone!" Alan yelled. Alfred laughed and wrapped his arm around him. "I'm not gonna do that! Then you wouldn't have anybody to talk to!" Alfred said. Alan sighed and glared at Alfred. Alfred continued to talk about crap which Alan didn't care about. He just looked at his twin and tried to shove him off but he couldn't, unfortunately. As the brothers were walking they ran into some other people who Alan knew as Alfred's friends which he outwardly groaned towards. He glared at them and stomped off but Alfred followed. "Hey, what's wrong with you?" Alfred asked with worry and slight anger. "None of your business. Don't worry about me." Alan said as he continued to walk. "No, I will worry about you dude! You're my brother!" Alfred said with a smile. "Just leave me alone." Alan said as he walked off and snuck outside of the school. While walking he headed down an alleyway to spray paint until he heard some deep clicking noises and walked towards the source of the sound. There was a black fog surrounding the creature, he couldn't see clearly so he stepped closer and Alan Jones was never seen again. No matter how hard they looked nobody could find him. The fog transported him to the same group of other lost souls who were sitting around what seemed to be a campfire. There were two blondes, one girl with long wavy hair in a sailor outfit, the other blonde was a boy with spiked hair in a dark red button-up, another one was a black-haired female in a high school uniform, and the last one was a redheaded male with pale skin and freckles.
