So Totally the End of the World
Session 1: Homecoming Day
You know, the best thing about Griffin is the lake. Christina Lake. Real big, real nice looking, clean and glassy, but best of all it's warm. Real warm, all through summer, and it carries that warmth into fall, stretching it out and putting off winter. Now, I know what you're thinking, that Griffin's cold as a witch's tit, but compared to pretty much anywhere else in the Canadian Wastelands it's the best. Even in the middle of October you can go out wearing shorts, or skirts besides those long hippy things, and it pushes off the snow until November at the earliest.
Griffin's got a single high school, Marler County High (go Griffins!). Don't ask me where "Marler County" is, I don't know either. They say the school was moved from somewhere else, but that doesn't make all that much sense. Marler's big, wide and flat, only a single story. Really poo poo in the winters, considering the cold, all that heat just radiates out. Maybe it did move, from somewhere warmer, where that kinda design would make sense, but it's still dumb. Moreover, it's spread out even more on account of the courtyard, stuck smack dab in the middle, ringed by the buildings, and the halls connecting them, halls with these glass walls (really, a poo poo design for this location).
During the ends of the school year, when it's still warm (or getting warm), the kids hang out in the courtyard, during lunch, or free periods, lounging on benches and under trees. It's effectively the commons, aside from that clear area in the middle of building C, where the English, French and History classrooms are (which becomes the commons in winter). The courtyard is where politics happen, the heart of the school. Comfortable, open, with clean, fresh air, free of that peculiar academic odour.
Today is the most important day of the year for Marler County High. Today is Homecoming Day. The last Tuesday of September. On this day, the hockey team, the Griffins, have the first home game of the season, up in the Balgra Rink on top of the hill. Today they are fighting the CHS Jays, their most hated rivals, from Christina down south. Every year, the Griffins and the Jays fight. Every year, Marler is whipped into a frenzy, a frenzy of sign-painting, of assemblies and speeches, a frenzy of rousing cheers, of planning for the Homecoming Dance, when the Homecoming King and Queen are crowned, a dance second only to Prom. Even Hardass Vicky, the assistant vice principal, gets into the spirit, making her once-a-year speech of "encouragement," full of bile and wrath, demanding victory at any cost.
The Griffins and the Jays are evenly matched, almost perfectly, and every year the outcome is in doubt, down to the wire. Every year, blood is spilled on the ice. Every year, it is vital that the team is cheered on, given the best chance, because if they lose... the shame is unbearable. If they lose, then for the whole year, the bastards at Christina will needle the Griffins every chance they get. Jeering and mockery, every day. Every trip to Christina, every game afterwards. But if the Griffins win? It will be glorious, and it will be their turn to jeer and mock, with savage glee.
Every year it happens, Homecoming. So much spirit, so much passion.
Now, it is free period. Right after lunch, a half hour of nothing, when the teachers can be reliably found in their rooms, when homework or some other assignments are finished at the last moment, and when the main court is held. This morning was the assembly, when Hardass Vicky gave her speech, of fire and brimstone, followed by the half classes, rushed, distracted.
Now, on free period, all over the school kids are hurrying to work on signs, or put up decorations in the gym, for the dance. Underlings, mostly; the heads stay in the courtyard, brooding.
On a picnic bench sit Alicia Smith, Cassie Lunden, and Lisa O'Keefe. Heads of the Cheer Squad. Brooding, of course. Well, at least Alicia is. Cassie seems unruffled, calmly reading through a notebook, and Lisa is merely staring at the sky, at clouds, sitting on top of the bench and kicking her legs idly.
"Gods I hate him."
Alicia stares off, across the courtyard. She growls, clutching a rather expensive new cell phone.
"I hate him so much. That little bitch! He's planning something, I know it Cassie."
"I really doubt it, Aly." Cassie flips a page in her notebook.
"What could he be planning? Homecoming is tonight! I'm managing the dance, I'm managing the game. We agreed to this, Homecoming is my day. He gets everything else! poo poo, he even gets Prom now, the rear end! My day!"
"Last year's Prom was nice. He handled it well."
"How can he even be setting something up? There isn't time to send out invitations, get everyone to show up. There's nothing he can be doing!"
"Which is why I'm saying, he's probably not planning anything. Just letting it happen as it usually does." Flip.
"The fucker butted in all the time last year!"
"And you chewed him out for it. Maybe he's relaxing. Maybe he thinks you'll screw it up, and wants to be smug about it."
"No. No loving way. He's planning something, I know it. I don't know what it could possibly be, but he's absolutely planning something. You seriously haven't heard anything?"
"Not a peep."
"But that club... he's got them all wired. Wired real tight. Wouldn't be a leak, would there..."
"I wouldn't know." Flip.
"If I could just... figure out... argh!"
Alicia lets out a growl, fire blazing in her eyes for a moment, and clenches her hand into a fist. The phone shatters, glass face scattering over the bench and aluminum back crumpling.
She looks down, at the mashed lump, glittery with bits of silicon and glass, stuck a doughy mass of plastic battery.
"Aw poo poo. Again? Again? Perfect, just perfect. That loving rear end in a top hat..."
Cassie sighs. Flip.
Under a tree sits Anders, humming to himself, reading through a notebook. He stops, and glances up. Ah, Nick. Nicholas Davvy. Nick's gonna owe him a...
"Uh, Anders, I uh... I have to cancel that party. I mean, the party, I agreed to. That I'm holding. I mean, to invite you to."
"Um, well you see my Grandma died, and... uh, well the the funeral's Friday, so..."
Well that's when the party was going to be. The party Nick owes Anders.
Against a wall leans Kris. Relaxing, luxuriating. The party on Friday being off is a bummer, but tonight, at least, she can get some hunting in. Homecoming night's a big night.
Speaking of, someone approaches... huh. Robert Mertz. Bobby Mertz. A geek, but one of those geeks that's still mostly cute, not fat or ugly or anything, just... inept. At everything besides science and math and that nonsense.
"Uh, K... Kristina, I was, uh, wondering if..."
Ha ha, this is adorable.
"If, uh, wondering if you'd..."
He sort of trails off, stuttering. So adorable.
In the sun sits Nellie, cross-legged, sketching the tree Anders is under. Hmm, now Nick's there. Should she add him or...?
She glances over at the hallway, the glass-walled hallway connecting buildings B and C. It's her dad.
Grinning and waving. At her.
At a different picnic bench rests Connor. Brooding. Start of the full moon in three days. Friday, Saturday, and Sunday nights. He'll be shot Monday, he needs an excuse.
"Hey, uh, Connor?"
Oh, it's Chad. Hi Chad.
"Yeah, so uh I heard that Nick's party is off this weekend, so..."
"Are you doing anything Friday?"
On a hill sits Keltie, pondering. Not much has been happening.
From behind, her brother shows, and sits down next to her.
"Davvy's party is off."
"Y'know, they're making a really big deal out of this "Homecoming" thing. Kinda wish I could skate."
And, on the opposite side of the courtyard, there sits Kevin Keller himself, the object of all that hate, head of the Glee Club, flanked by Kimberly Chou and Jason Wilsby, feeling oh so loving smug.
Anders, what did Nick ask for?
Kris, who did you last "work with," and how long ago?
Nellie, where are you going next period?
Connor, what did you do last full moon? It was right at the start of the year, Friday to Sunday nights, but Monday was Labour Day so you didn't have to deal with school.
Keltie, what are you doing tonight? Big dance, you know.
Kevin, what are you planning?
[Monsterhearts] Griffin OOC & Recruiting
Also, repost them on the bottom of your first post please, along with your finalized bonds.
Keltie Bell the Witch, played by berenzen
Kevin Kensington the Queen, played by Cocks Cable
Nellie Turner the Infernal, played by GodFish
Anders Holt the Fae, played by ThreeStep
Kristina Blackstone the Succubus, played by Tollymain
Connor Addams the Werewolf, played by Robo Pope
Also, the game starts on September 25th, 2012.
zachol fucked around with this message at Feb 26, 2013 around 11:46
|# ? Feb 25, 2013 09:15|
|# ? May 23, 2013 23:16|
Gonna try to keep this updated.
The Principal - Presumably Marler has a principal. Nobody ever really sees him. So mysterious.
Asst. Principal Victoria Morgan - Hardass Vicky. Effectively the acting principal, as far as anyone can tell. Makes speeches, sets policy, deals out punishments.
Dean Nathaniel Turner - A really nice guy. Embarrassingly nice, even. Deals with registration, and the guy you complain to when you're having problems (because Vicky don't care). Nellie's dad, likes to say hi and have chats.
Debra Mayer - Main secretary. Fat. Really quite sweet.
Mr. Diego - Science teacher. Super awesome. Small goatee, ponytail. Narcoleptic.
Mr. Oeckl - Art teacher. A jerk.
Mr. Valdez - Math teacher. Cute.
Ms. Blanchett - French teacher. Tres chic.
Ms. Caldwell - Choir director. Also advisor for the Glee Club. Raunchy.
Mr. Davidson - Band director. Plays the clarinet. Sort of older, has a beard. Eternally patient.
Coach Kruger - Coaches various girl's sports, main phys. ed instructor. A perv. Recently started avoiding Alicia and acting a lot more jumpy and a lot less pervy.
Miss Partridge - Guidance councilor. Tries to be "cool."
Alicia Smith - Leader of the cheer squad, Kevin's main competition. Really loving aggressive, alarmingly so, tends to rage at the drop of a hat. Curly blonde, tall. A senior. Unusually strong. Been on the lacrosse team since 8th grade, responsible for four straight regional wins, and the nationals last year. Pushing to do it again this year.
Cassiopeia Lunden - Second in command. Short black hair, glasses, very cold, about as nerdy as a cheerleader gets, manages politics. Junior. Massive rivalry with Kim.
Lisa O'Keefe - New girl, a freshman. Sort of a bubbly ditz. Alicia's taken a liking to her, keeps her close. Redhead, freckly.
Hailey Jones - Other freshman. (Fake platinum) blonde. Backgroundy.
Jane - The other senior, with Alicia from the beginning, and her ace in the hole. Also on the lacrosse team. Really quite nice.
Samantha Terminello - Kind of a bitch. Recently has completely lost it, Alicia's probably going to let her go.
Jason Wilsby - Second in Glee Club. Jock. Pretty neat.
Kimberly Chou - Manages details and books for Glee Club. Real businessy. Has a crush on Kevin.
Aaron Rivera - Likes anime. A/V guy and computer geek. Crush on Kim.
Sonya Sanchez - Still recovering from a shoulder injury. Grouchy. Doesn't like rollerskates much at all.
Abbey Winters - A cute blonde girl. Former cheerleader. Good dancer.
David Rabinowitz - Jewish. Like, Jewfro level. Also a Jock. Dad apparently owns a beach house (?).
Heather Watson - Former Goth. Really shy, joined club to fix this. Hasn't taken yet.
Alex Bell - Keltie's brother, plays
Chad Summersby - Connor's best friend. Lives a bit north, woodsy. Also plays rugby. Gay.
Zack Gregg - Bully, plays hockey.
Tyler Thomas - Hockey player. A bit thick.
Ryan Lee - Hockey. Weasley as gently caress.
Cody Craig - Yep, hockey. From out east, Frenchy.
Thomas - Plays basketball. Used to be Kristina's boyfriend.
Jessica Skoles - Student Council President. Heads the debate team. Not to be trifled with.
Logan - Freaky loner kid. Has the shakes. Leave him the gently caress alone.
"Drake" - Stoner. Still a sophomore at 18.
Brian - Deals pot. Thinks it's a way bigger deal than it is, tiresome to do business with. Uses "man" unironically.
Naomi - Lesbian punk nympho or something.
Jamie Wollen - Jesus freak. Used to be in Glee Club.
Natalie - Smaller girl, timid.
Sally - Nellie's best friend. Into art.
Lara - Cute. Broke up with Jun.
Jun - Pining over Lara.
Melody - Plays volleyball and lacrosse.
Lindsey Shelby, Claire Fischer, Mike Cruz - Sophomore buddies.
Karen O'Shea - A sophomore. Likes making costumes.
Lindsey Kensington - In the band, first chair french horn. Super jazzy.
Matt - Nice guy. Plays trumpet.
May Kenisse - Cute, in band. Plays alto saxophone.
Tamara - Aka Silverleafe, runs one of the local covens.
Tommy Fletcher - Local bully. Has developed a flinch, more bark than bite.
Lucianna Cardinal - The crazy cat lady. Occasionally goes on screaming fits when she ventures out, yelling about "monsters."
Kurt - The crazy beardy hunter guy out in the woods. Manages the campgrounds.
Dominic Steele - Ha ha what a goofy name.
Dylan and Naomi Bell - Keltie's parents. Naomi's hardcore Christian, converted Dylan into it.
Elizabeth Turner - Nellie's mom. A teacher at the middle school.
Veronica Keller - Trophy wife super dramatic shopping addict freaks about anything.
Case - Lives in the apartment above Nellie, does art stuff.
Mark - Runs the coffee shop.
Thomas - Barrista. Gets really good business on his shifts. Goes to Arrowhead Community College.
Sully - Runs the internet cafe, Dot Net.
Maisey - Runs the Antique Boutique. Nice old lady.
Conrad Keller - Kevin's dad. Big shot CEO. Divorced, absent.
Sarah Holt - Anders' sister. Overseas on study abroad.
Diana Keller - Kevin's sister. In college. A little chubby.
Jeramie - Depressed as poo poo.
Alex - Used to be a student, assaulted Mr. Oeckl, got expelled. Now lives like a half hour away in Christina.
Alice & Erin - From Keltie's coven in New Orleans.
(other) Heather - Spawn of Satan. Led the cheer squad last year, and was the Homecoming Queen. Really quite charming. Currently out east or whatever.
Sean - Lucifer's own. Incredibly awesome, not in hockey, was the Homecoming King last year.
zachol fucked around with this message at Mar 11, 2013 around 15:23
|# ? Feb 25, 2013 09:16|
Keltie pulled up the hood on her hoodie, the wind was picking up. drat it was cold, how could they go about galavanting in their shorts? The girl sighed as she heard her brother address her.
"That sucks, I know you were looking forward to the party." Keltie replied to her giant of a brother, "But I'm sure you can probably pick up skating if you put your mind to it this winter. Heck, I'm sure if you talked to the right people, you might be able to get good enough to play next year. Enough of that though, who'd you ask to the dance? You're not the type to blow that sort of thing off."
Keltie looked down and paused for a moment. Nobody had asked her out, yet, which was a little disappointing. Not unexpected- she was the new girl after all- but a little disappointing nonetheless.
"You think that word would spread if I pulled a Sadie Hawkins?"
No witchery tonight, and Ally and Rinny are a bit busy. No, tonight will be spent going to the dance, then who knows.
Look: Guarded, Deep Eyes
berenzen fucked around with this message at Mar 1, 2013 around 04:52
|# ? Feb 25, 2013 09:43|
Alex shrugs, scratching at his nose. "I hear a lot of girls do, actually. Other guys go single, hook up later."
He leans back on the hill, resting on his elbows, silent for a bit.
"I don't think I could make the team. Kids around here have been skating since they were, like, two or something. Plus, from what I hear, rugby and hockey teams don't mix. 'Oil 'n water,' Chad said."
More silence. He jerks his head at the cheer squad.
"Cassie. Asked her last Friday. She said yes."
|# ? Feb 25, 2013 09:50|
"Cool. If you're going out with her, just be careful of the Glee Club, them and the cheer team seem to have a hate-on for eachother. Hell, if it wasn't for the fact that Kevin was gay, they'd probably be going at each other in the most epic of hatefucks." Keltie barked a quick laugh, "Hell, if the tension between them gets any thicker, I'd say despite the fact that Kevin's gay."
Keltie's eyes drifted towards the tree where Anders was hanging out, and now Nick Davvy. Keltie wondered- did Anders have a date already, what would she do if he said no, what would he do? poo poo, was this what guys felt like when they wanted to ask someone out?
"Well, I gotta go lil' bro. See you in Chem."
Standing up, Keltie walked down the hill towards Anders' tree, stomach roiling.
|# ? Feb 25, 2013 10:29|
"Mmm, don't think we'll be dating. More of a..."
He trails off.
"One time thing, I guess. But thanks for the tip."
As Keltie goes, Alex smiles, giving a quick, two-finger wave.
|# ? Feb 25, 2013 10:34|
Connor stops chewing on his thumbnail and looks up at Chad. "Whaaaaaaaat? It got called off? drat man, that blows. Thought you had some mystery girl you were planning on hooking up with..." Connor scratches the back of his head and gives Chad a weak smile. "Actually, about Friday, I was kind of wondering if you could cover for me again? With school starting to get really busy again, I think me and Trish are gonna hafta go long distance, so I wanted to get in one last weekend, y'know?" God, this lie was getting so old archaeologists are gonna study it. A fake girlfriend in the States? Connor can't believe he hasn't been called on his bullshit yet.
Arrgh, why can't every full moon be as easy as the last one? Mom was out of town at some sort of conference, Connor didn't have to lie to anyone, just disappeared up in the forest for a few days. A tent, a sleeping bag, and the clothes on his back. One good thing about Monster Connor, he always finds plenty of food in the forest. Only bad thing that happened was when that drat deer juked him and Connor went head first into a tree. He rubs his forehead at the memory.
"C'mon, dude, please? Homies helping homies?" Connor holds his fist up for Chad. Stop asking and demand his assistance! Take him with you and show him! Connor really wishes his mind would shut up sometimes.
Connor Addams, the Werewolf
|# ? Feb 25, 2013 11:04|
Chad's grin deflates, then he shrugs and bumps fist, smiling.
"Sure thing man."
He sits down at the bench, looking out over the courtyard.
"So you doing anything for the dance?"
|# ? Feb 25, 2013 11:13|
Connor flashes Chad a toothy grin, "Awesome, thanks bro."
Connor stretches for a moment, arms straight up in the air, legs straight out in front of the bench, one of his flip flops about to slip of his foot. He relaxes and slouches back against the picnic table. "Hadn't thought about the dance much. Might go stag just to see if the Barbies and the Gleeks are gonna butt heads. Definitely gonna go watch the game. What about you? You ask anyone to go?"
|# ? Feb 25, 2013 11:29|
Chad grins back. "Nah, goin' stag too. Lot of us rugby guys are."
He chuckles. "The new kid, Bell, he actually asked Cassie out, though. Can you believe that?"
|# ? Feb 25, 2013 11:35|
"Pffffahahaha, and she actually said yes? drat, his funeral. Didn't think she cared about anything other than the squad." The image of Ice Queen Cassie slow jamming with the new guy sets Connor to chuckling until it reminds him of a problem. "Awwww poo poo. I don't have a suit for the dance. You wanna go hit up Thrifty Spender with me after school?"
|# ? Feb 25, 2013 11:46|
Chad laughs. "Man, I have no loving clue how it's gonna turn out with those two, but whatever happens I don't want to miss it."
He sighs, then frowns, scrunching his forehead.
"What happened to the suit we hooked you up with last year?"
|# ? Feb 25, 2013 11:54|
Nellie quickly pulls her gaze back to the sketch she was working on and presses her pencil tip against the paper. After not moving it for a good fifteen seconds she stands with a sigh and snaps the book closed, unable to focus. Math class isn't for at least another ten minutes, and now that she's standing Nellie needs to find something to do since she can't leave the courtyard until he's gone.
Casting her eyes around the area, Nellie studiously looks everywhere except at her dad, trying to find someone. She almost starts to move towards Kevin over at the wall remembering him covering for her, but she really doesn't want to work on that poster right now. Seeing Conner from some of her classes at a nearby bench she takes a step forward when some movement catches her eye.
Turning slowly on the spot with her eyes following the new girl as she closes in on Anders, Nellie absently flips through her sketchbook back to the page she had been working on. She settles back down onto the grass, pencil out again and her father momentarily forgotten. It might just be a chat, but this was homecoming, so she might just get a good picture.
GodFish fucked around with this message at Mar 31, 2013 around 06:45
|# ? Feb 25, 2013 12:49|
Peripherally, as Nellie glances over at the hallway. Her dad's gone.
Well it's not like he'd come into the courtyard, right?
Holyshitsomeonewasinherear. Okay not dad, no, it's... Jane? Jane from the cheer group. Smiling warmly.
"Hey Nellie. Lisa didn't talk to you, did she?"
Lisa is... uh... the redhead? The freshman. One of them. Maybe.
zachol fucked around with this message at Feb 25, 2013 around 12:59
|# ? Feb 25, 2013 12:53|
Nellie flashed the girl, Jane, yeah Jane, a quick smile and glances back down at her sketch, sighing and flips her pencil around to start rubbing at the thick line she made across it when she jumped. It was probably a lost cause at this point, but she had to try.
"Yeah? I mean no, she didn't." Why would Lisa talk to her? She wasn't a cheerleader, and she sure as hell didn't want to be one. She tried to avoid them on principle general... Oh god, this was about the poster wasn't it? How did they find out? It wasn't like she went around shouting about it.
|# ? Feb 25, 2013 13:04|
Jane frowns. "Aw, shoot. Sorry about that."
She frowns a beat longer, then switches to an awkward grin.
"Anyway, so you know about the dance, right? Well, we're working on the decorations, and we'd sort of like someone who... actually knows anything about aesthetics helping out."
She laughs, sort of ruefully.
"Last year, Heather--"
Heather, who had been the leader of the cheer squad, Homecoming Queen and star of the Prom (despite Kevin's best efforts otherwise). An incredible non-bitch, the polar opposite of Alicia in every way, except Heather had also been blonde, tall, and, really, really evil. Just, subtle about it.
"Heather sort of managed all that. Like, the overall eye for it. And the years before, really since she was a freshman is what I heard. But, uh, this year she's gone, duh, and Aly is... pretty poo poo at design, and honestly so am I, so we were hoping you could, just..."
She trails off.
"Show up, get things lined up looking nicer, I guess? If that's alright? We don't need you cutting stuff up or even stringing it around, it's just the big picture look. Boss people around, y'know? And I'd definitely find a way to pay you back."
She winks, subtly pointing at the sketchbook.
"Twice over, even. Really sorry about that."
zachol fucked around with this message at Feb 25, 2013 around 13:19
|# ? Feb 25, 2013 13:12|
"Listen, that's uh. Wow." He closes the notebook and it goes back into his hoodie pocket, patting the grass next to him. Offering Nick a seat. "I'm sorry to hear that. Were you close?" He's trying not to frown at the news. "This Friday? That's not good-" he says quietly, racking his brain. Dammit. After all that trouble with getting a piece of CHS's Spirit Rock for whatever the Hockey Team needed it for. Probably to bash some Jay windows.
"Is there any way you can still, be responsible for it? Don't worry about where its going to be, if you need to change that its fine. I'm not asking much here, you don't need to be there the whole time. Just show up and set up a table or something, make it yours. Let everyone know that yeah, Nick can host a nice party and hey, gently caress those Jays. Right?"
Anders, The Fae
ThreeStep fucked around with this message at Mar 11, 2013 around 05:55
|# ? Feb 25, 2013 15:55|
drat, when are humans ever not going to be awkward as gently caress? Kristina allows herself a brief smirk, then pushes herself off the wall and stretches in what would usually be a transparently exhibitionistic way. Poor kid probably's never been seduced in his life. "Hey Bobby. Need something from me?"
Turn Them On: 2d6+1 9
Kris's last 'victim' was May Kenisse, a fairly average girl from band. It was a spur of the moment thing; Kris didn't have a car and missed the bus, May had a car and was willing to give her a ride...
Halfway there, Kris convinced her to pull over on the shoulder. It was quick; May was supposedly curious about girls, but Kris was pretty sure thinking on it after that she'd already had experience elsewhere. Hmmmm.. Might have to ask her about that when she comes back.
Now's not the time to think about yesterday though; gotta focus on the task at hand. Yeah, gotta put another notch in my bedpost. I don't know how you've not carved it down to a toothpick yet. Shut up, Krissy dearest.
Tollymain fucked around with this message at Mar 29, 2013 around 06:00
|# ? Feb 25, 2013 16:07|
Kevin sat comfortably on the bench, half reclined, as he surveyed the courtyard, the teenage animal kingdom, with his best smug poo poo eating grin. Thinking she had his ear, Kim took the opportunity to prattle on about pointless details of club business of which Kevin was ignoring. Funding Drive. Blah blah blah. Sectionals. Blah blah. Set number iterations. Blah. He was lost in his own mind for a change.
His gaze passed over that Anders kid who Kevin hears fancies himself some kind of quid pro quo power broker. Why would anyone want to talk to this twerp? He doesnt have any real power or influence to offer anyone. The math just did not add, and apparently neither did his hair care regiment. You know youre supposed to wash that mess? The guy just irked him and Kevin couldnt put his finger on exactly why, yet.
Annoyed, eyes rolled over to the lovely Miss Alicia Smith, a far worthier opponent. She looks upset. That always lifted his spirits. Nothing personal, Alicia, but often this courtyard always felt small, too small, and I just think the cheerleaders should have less of it. This year youre going to lose territory, the more the better, if I have anything to say about it. Enjoy eating lunch in the janitorial closet.
How he got talked into it, he was not entirely sure, but the Glee club had conceded Homecoming to the cheerleaders. They would not sing at the big game. That was a mistake in hindsight. It was still early in the year and that was too big of a golden recruitment opportunity to pass up so easily. We need more members, he suddenly blurted, interrupting Kims droning agenda, We need to expand this year and I have an idea. How can we get five minutes of the half-time show? Who do we have to talk to?
Cocks Cable fucked around with this message at Mar 29, 2013 around 20:27
|# ? Feb 25, 2013 18:27|
Connor raises an eyebrow at Chad for a moment, before he remembers. "Ooooooooh yeah. Forgot about that, think it's stuffed in the back of my closet. Yeah, cool, I'll wear that. Hope it fits, I think I grew some over summer."
|# ? Feb 25, 2013 23:23|
Nellie's smiled returned a good deal more relaxed as she realized this wasn't some attempt to pressure her into making even more posters. After a quick glance back down at the sketch she gave a small shrug and shut the book again, turning as she stood to fully face Jane.
"Sure, why not. When are you meeting for this?" She couldn't really object the cheer squad owing her a favor or two, and getting to boss the most popular girls in school (or their lackeys, as was more likely) seemed pretty fun by itself. Plus if they started getting bitchy about the poster later she could point out that their dance would have looked poo poo without her.
|# ? Feb 25, 2013 23:31|
Before Kim could open her mouth, Kevin went back to scanning the courtyard. He already knew the obvious answer. Alicia or one of her lackeys controlled the schedule. But that was only from the student side of things. What about the administrators? Alicia would never agree to let him on stage, so he needed to go over her head. From what he heard, shes used to it since her legs spend a lot of time in that position anyways.
There was his mark, Nellie Turner, talking to some toady. The gleemancer wasted no time and leapt into action. Hold that thought. Find Aaron and tell him to get his equipment rigged up for the game. Ill txt you the details later. Also, well need crazy props from the drama department. No we wont be singing, so not much practice needed. This will simple, and much cooler. Trust me. Were going to announce a new wave of signups for Glee., he instructed his confused minions.
And with that, he left them, striding over to the deans daughter. Along the way he rolls up his sleeves and straightens his neatly pressed button down shirt. Presentation is key and always put your best foot forward. Is this little cheer follower bothering you?, he inquired kindly of Miss Turner.
|# ? Feb 26, 2013 00:28|
Nick shifts, restlessly. He sits down, curling up, arms around his knees.
"Not... really, Anders. Look, I know you get sort of..."
He trails off, trying to think of a good way to say it.
"Sort of strict, I guess, about your... deals, yeah? Well the problem is, even if I was up to hosting a party, that day is going to be totally full. Like, with the funeral, it's the exact same day. I, like, physically can't do it."
He bites his lower lip.
"Could it be some other day, like in a week or two? Or, I mean, I throw parties, yeah? I'm not gonna stop. So, next time I throw one, you come. Or, I'll just start inviting you to all of them, if you let it slide this time."
Bobby trails off, staring.
"Doing... are you doing anything? F, for the dance? Tonight."
Kim jerks, stopping her blather about club stuff, and looks at Kevin.
"What? Five minutes of halftime..."
She thinks, then starts grumbling, shaking her head.
"The cheer squad goes out on the ice and does acrobatics, Kevin. Do you know how to ice skate?"
As she grumbles, she pulls out a phone, and taps at it for a bit, hmm'ing.
"Hmm. Uh, it seems like the Balgra Rink is wholly rented for a three day period by..."
"Who's Dominic Steele?"
She looks up. Where the heck did Kevin go?
Chad frowns again.
"Hmm. Yeah, might be a bad fit."
He leans forward.
"Anyway, you're not going to find a suit that fits and doesn't look like complete trash today in Griffin. Christina, either. We'd probably have to drive to Grand Forks to get one."
"Would be fine with me, if you want to."
Jane grins at Nellie.
"Yay! So, if you have any free periods later today, you can head to the gym then. Otherwise, well you know how school's off early today, at two? So between two and five, when the game starts, we'll have a bunch of people there working on it. We want to get it done before the game, because the dance is right after. Yeah?"
She grins again, and does a little wave as she starts to walk off.
"This is great, Nellie! Thanks a bunch!"
She slows and stops as Kevin shows up.
"Oh. Hi Kevin! How's it going?"
Weird thing about Jane is, she always smiles at Kevin. Like she's actually glad to see him.
In fact, not even sure what Jane is actually like when she's angry or irritated or anything.
zachol fucked around with this message at Feb 26, 2013 around 01:09
|# ? Feb 26, 2013 00:37|
Kevin caught the last bit of Kims stumbling just before leaving earshot. Ice skating? Shes pulling out all the stops tonight. I suppose that means no stage then too. Okay, have to modify my plan then. This will actually work better. They still have a big screen monitor at the rink. We can tape it ahead of time.
Hey you. Good luck on your performance tonight. Im sure you guys are going to be great. Go Griffins! Hope to see you later at Daves party too., he warmly replied. Translation, go away.
|# ? Feb 26, 2013 02:15|
"Ha, thanks! Bye Nellie!"
Jane walks off, towards the gym.
|# ? Feb 26, 2013 02:25|
"Really? Is it happening out of town? All day? You really can't give fifteen minutes? Nick." Anders stands up and stretches, brushing his unruly hair out of his eyes, leans against the tree and fixes Nick with a look. "Work with me. I'm trying to give you a chance. I mean, you're my friend, right?" He puts a hand on his shoulder. "Friday's kind of important here, I've got a lot riding on it." Well, not really. But he could make that true if he needed to.
Manipulate an NPC: 2d6+1 10
|# ? Feb 26, 2013 02:40|
Nick lets out a long breath.
"Okay. Um, quiet thing in the late evening, I guess. Like... at the park. Just some drinks, couple of friends, yeah. Okay."
He nods, and walks off.
So now Keltie's approaching Anders, yeah?
|# ? Feb 26, 2013 02:53|
Huh. That's a little surprising.
It's actually pretty serendipitous, too. Nobody's asked her to homecoming yet; she figures she occupies that socially untouchable spot where folks might want her but they don't want to be seen with her.
Bobby must have figured he had nothing to lose. Smart boy. She throws a thoughtful look on her face. "Hmmm... not really." She could use a smart kid in her back pocket. "Why, were you going to ask me to Homecoming?"
|# ? Feb 26, 2013 04:15|
"Grand Forks, huh? Yeah, sounds good. Swing by my house first, see if the old suit is still good." Connor grins, "You driving?"
|# ? Feb 26, 2013 04:28|
He cringes slightly, hopeful, awkward smile.
"Yeah, sure. You know you'll miss the game, right?"
|# ? Feb 26, 2013 04:29|
Nellie gives Jane a last grin and a nod as she walks off, then turns to Kevin, smiling slightly with what she hopes is a puzzled expression on her face. "Not really, but I guess she just left so.. Whats up?" Oh god he was probably going to ask for the poster and suddenly the amount of free time she had looked a let smaller.
|# ? Feb 26, 2013 04:45|
Bullseye. "Good boy. You're the first guy with the balls to ask me out." She just hopes he doesn't expect her to stick to him all night. There'll be far too many 'opportunities' tonight to chain herself to a nerd's leg.
She wonders if she should give him a piece of the action now, make sure he doesn't change his mind. Hmm... "Come on over this way, Bobby." She grabs him by the hand and pulls him after her into the school. She stole the janitor's duplicate keyring from the office the last time she got brought in there; that was before she got a bit smarter about misbehaving on school grounds.
As long as nobody's in the adjacent hallway, the cleaning supply closets are the perfect hiding place to drag somebody into for a private party.
|# ? Feb 26, 2013 05:01|
"Yea... wait, what?" Connor looks at Chad with a slight frown. "Dude, we get out at 2, game starts at 5, and Forks is only 20 30 minutes away, even for your grandma driving rear end." He gives Chad a friendly shove. "How long could it take to find an alright suit? We should have plenty of time. Maybe we'll be cutting it close, but we should still make it back in the first period."
|# ? Feb 26, 2013 05:06|
Bobby laughs, nervously, as Kris drags him into the school.
"Uhh, I mean..."
They round a corner inside, to the halls, and face... Zack.
Zack Gregg, flanked by Tyler Thompson, Ryan Lee, and Cody Craig. The heart and soul of the hocky team, grinning like jackals.
"Well hey there Bobby. Whatcha doin'?"
Chad shrugs, glancing away.
"Well, I'm not going to the game. Besides, you want to find a nice suit, right?"
|# ? Feb 26, 2013 05:15|
Hope I wasnt interrupting anything important. Ok, uhh this is actually a little embarrassing, but Ive neglected to find a date for tonight. The club is so much work and all these days. Well not so much neglected as struggled to work up the proper courage. And umm now Im finally over here , he fumbled purposefully over the words. Even if his fear was not genuine, his interest in her was. He would use that to his advantage. I guess theres no easy way to say it. Would you Nellie Turner, the talented Van Gogh of Marler High, do me the honor of going to the dance and Daves party later tonight? He extended a hand to her as a simple gesture of sincerity. Say yes and I promise not to send you any body parts in the mail. Oh wait, that would be the other way around? That crazy Van Gogh guy.
OOC: Ok not sure if I need to roll now? Not sure how this works between players.
|# ? Feb 26, 2013 05:26|
Oh, hello. Zack's a big kid, not a clod either, but no genius. Probably will end up inheriting the family mechanic shop once he graduates. Limited utility after next year, but that describes most of the kids in this school.
Anyway, on a less appraisal note he seems to be on the hunt for fresh meat. Unfortunately for him, so is Kris. "Back off, gentlemen. He's with me today."
|# ? Feb 26, 2013 05:27|
Seeing Nick break away from Anders, Keltie saw her chance. Approaching the boy under the tree, Keltie gave him her most winning smile- not that it was all that winning.
"Hey Anders, what are you up to tonight?" the girl asked, "Do... Do you want to the dance with me?"
There, she said it. As Keltie took a deep breath in, a feeling of relief passed through her as she felt a small tension come off. Then it was back suddenly- what if he said no? He wouldn't say no, would he? Well, he was known for keeping his promises at least, if he agreed, he definitely wouldn't back out.
|# ? Feb 26, 2013 05:43|
Zack gets a quizzical look, stepping forward. The rest of the jackals are still grinning.
"Eh, really? That the case, Metz?"
He motions quickly between the two.
"You, uh... you with her?"
Bobby stammers something unintelligible, and pulls away, trying to pull his hand from Kris's grip. He's obviously terrified.
Kevin: You can roll +Hot to turn Nellie on, if you want, but that's specifically turning her on. If you're just saying "hey wanna go to the dance" and not being all sultry about it then there isn't a roll. Off hand it doesn't seem like you're doing that. You can also spend a String to offer her an experience point if she does what you want, in this case go with you to the dance, which is usually a main end goal of Strings/turning on other PCs.
Same goes for Keltie.
Kris: Zack Gregg and the rest of the hockey team are consistently assholes. Also they never seem to want to, uh, spend time with you.
|# ? Feb 26, 2013 05:48|
Connor gives Chad a puzzled look. "You're skipping the game? You didn't miss a single one last season. It's like rugby on ice, right? Dude, what's going on?" Stop showing concern for the weakling's feelings! Force him to do what you want! Shuuuuuut uuuuuup. Connor tries to hide his argument with himself with a look of concern.
|# ? Feb 26, 2013 05:59|
|# ? May 23, 2013 23:16|
Kris is getting pretty pissed off. This guy's ruining her hunt. "Yeah, he is, meathead. Just like your mother last night!"
Shut them Down: 2d6+0 12; dang, guess I struck a nerve. Going to take a string on him.
Oh gently caress, she didn't mean to say that. She looks him in the eye brazenly while inside she scrambles for a way out. Then she sees a crack in his facade. Wait a tick...
Bobby's basically in flight mode at this point. Kris yanks him back to her with an iron grip on his wrist. Not yet lover boy.
|# ? Feb 26, 2013 06:05|