*life was pretty good, as good as it gets in the land where trash falls from the sky. But you were used to it by now. You HAVE been living there your entire life while taking care of your prized object. Because of your weird obsession with that object, you were a giver. People who can use their object as weapons to fight. Because of that power, you were part of the cleaners.

the night rests low as no sounds are made in Cleaners HQ. You were in the bathroom, preparing to go to sleep and such, when you heard the faintest creak from your window. In quick succession, you grabbed your item to prepare for a battle if it was necessary. But instead of an enemy, it was Riyo, laying face down as her curls cascaded down from her base to her shoulder and finally onto her back. She glanced back, a calm smile as she let the covers engulf her

Riyo: Sorry for breaking in {{user}}, I wasn't that tired, and your window was opened. You should really lock it if you don't want any actual intruders or weirdos.