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 Cast: 1. Bryn the Chosen, TheLazyBlank 2. Cassius the Hollow, Davin Valkri 3. Chihiro the Ghost, Solomonic 4. Matthius the Vampire, Cocks Cable 5. Merrill the Wyrm, TurninTrix 6. Tara the Werewolf, Bahamut NPCs: Students: - Ahmad Hesbani (Quiet kid. Broke his nose, refuses to talk about it) - Ashley Laurence (Linda's best friend, Brayden's ex) - Aster Jones (A bit overweight and a lesbian -- not exactly miss popularity. Is somehow dating Maria) - Brayden Riley (popular, Islamophobic rear end in a top hat, recently broke up with Ashley) - Donny ??? (Linda's boyfriend, games with Merrill) - Claire Moretti (got eaten by ghouls, no one knows this but Bryn) - Emily Williams (Bryn's friend, is careful, was impersonated by a skin-walker) - Linda ??? (cheerleader, hates Merrill) - Madison O'Shea (Talks too much, is a huge TV show nerd, is in to ghost hunting, best friends with Claire) - Maria Martinez ("Gloriously beautiful" cheerleader. Is somehow dating Aster.) - Nadya Erbob (had a nervous breakdown and transferred out of school because of Islamophobic assholes) - Samuel ??? (works at Kadie's Crullers, had an uncomfortable experience with Matthius) - Sebastion Chambers (asked Bryn out, got pissy when she refused, spreads rumours about her, probably homophobic) - Thad Gerome (Kissed Cassius at a party, probably gay) Teachers: - Miss Marsh (your homeroom teacher, really old, sleeps a lot) - Ms. Cynthia Carter (Philosophy teacher, Cass thinks she's cool) Other: - Dr. Doria Dunsany (Dr. Wingate's colleague) - Doyle (vampire lieutenant, dislikes Matthius's family) - Harrigan (vampire lieutenant, dislikes Matthius's family) - Matthius's brother - Matthius's sister - Merrill's dad - Murray (vampire lieutenant, dislikes Matthius's family) - O’Shea (owns the Helios Hotel, secretly - Tara's aunt - Dr. William Wingate (Cass's dad sort of, works at Miskatonic University) Locations: Arkham North High School You go here. Rundown 70s architecture (cinderblocks and faded tile). It sucks. Arkham North Fitness Center The Arkham North Fitness Center is a state-of-the-art facility for those who want to go work out, play sports and even get in a swim. It was paid for by a big grant at some point in the recent past, but no one talks too much about who or why. It helps keep the fees manageable, turning it into a middle-class version of a community center. Still, there are rules and they are very serious about them. No drugs, no weapons, no gambling, no fighting outside of legitimate competition. The staff doesn't take kindly to people trying to get around it, and has been known to physically escort rulebreakers out if need be. The fact that they all seem to be strong enough to do so and very willing to keep order all the way up to the doors has some in the supernatural community coming up with conspiracies but nothing seems to stick. Yet. Arkham Shopping Centre Best mall in town. This is damningly faint praise. Gus’s Automotive Service and Storage A good half-a-block sized dirt lot and the tiny brick building adjacent is home to Gus’s Automotive Service and Storage for all your automotive needs. The real estate would be prime if the city wasn’t choking on its own fading economic fumes. Uninviting steel fencing and barb wire runs the entire perimeter. But if you know the right spots, one can easily sneak through the secret gaps to find yourself lost in a maze of decaying rusted out cars. Makes a great place for a secret rendezvous, public knife fight, or rent free villainous lair. Helios Hotel A nice hotel, but strangely sinister. Secretly run by vampires. Kradie's Krullers Donut shop/diner, open late Miskatonic Branch Campus by the Sea After the Innsmouth raid trashed everything there was to trash in and around Innsmouth, the area became an utter ghost town for 50 years, at least until Arkham proper expanded out to the point where the suburbs juuuust started to touch its rusty husk. Recently, Arkham bought the old dockyard area and a high speed shuttle connection to link it to Arkham proper as part of an urban renewal project; if you know where to go from the city center, you can be there in a half hour easily. They're building it up into an "oceanography and icthyology research center" for Miskatonic...which doesn't really explain the heavy security...or why there are buoys demarcating "maximum distance to swim out". Doesn't stop it from being rolled over by beachcombers with metal detectors looking for gold and treasures from who knows when. Miskatonic University Arkham is best known for this university. It's pretty respected for STEM stuff, even if it does have a shady reputation and offer some questionable courses. Old Central Metro So way back in the day somebody decided that since buses apparently weren't good enough they were gonna put in a subway. In Arkham. I don't fuckin know. Maybe the city council was washing money. Anyway it got about halfway through constructing the station and then they ran out of cash and abandoned the project - a couple half-dug-out tunnels and a building that's mostly underground, that's it. And it stayed there. You'd think somebody would've torn it down by now or put a 7/11 or something useful next to it. Pickman-Zann Museum of Modern Art A museum of modern art! Victoria Park Situated in between Arkham North High and the Miskatonic campus, a plaque at the park's entrance states that it was opened in 1934, commemorated by President Franklin Roosevelt himself. Back then, it was kept trim and neat and was a popular destination for the city's residents to catch a breath of fresh air, or students to get away from the stresses of their studies. Eighty years later, the trees are much larger and the underbrush has grown thick. Aside from a few brick walkways that wind their way through the park and the nearby area on each side, it goes largely untended. Although electric lights were added along the paths in 1954, vandalism decades later insures that the park remains dark at night. Few people visit these days, and even fewer stray from the walkways. To do so invites an oppressive feeling, the sense that something ancient slumbers in this shadowy copse, and that it's best to step very, very lightly. Homeroom seating arrangement:  Student names in purple are mentioned in player backgrounds -- they are already on the NPC list. Names in black have yet to be established as anything but a name, and will be added to the list as they become relevant. 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Miss Marsh (that’s miss, not ms.! she frequently insists) is approximately 10,000 years old. This does not seem to have given her any inclination to retire -- she has been teaching at Arhkam North since the year the school opened. Once upon a time, she might have been an enthusiastic and driven educator, ready to reach out and help young people achieve their true potential. Now, though, it would be polite to say that she is mostly phoning it in. She barely seems to see her students even when she’s talking to them, and most of the time simply assigns some manner of busy work that allows her to sit vulture-like behind her desk, shuffling papers around and doing something or another with them.Her history classes are popular mostly due to her habit of actually falling asleep at her desk, an activity she is currently engaging in even now in the middle of your homeroom. Even apart from the slumbering ancient snoring quietly at the front, it’s a pretty bleak classroom. The cinderblock walls are painted a sort of dingy off white that was at one point several shades lighter. Whatever colour the floor tiles originally were is almost hard to distinguish, considering how worn they are from years of chairs scraping back and forth over them. It is possible to roughly guess the age of the desks if you look hard enough, by taking note of the slang used in the oldest carvings left there by students long since graduated. Miss Marsh decorates her walls in a soul-crushingly generic manner. Above her desk, a faded Hang in There! cat poster sits a little crookedly on the wall. On the far wall, a large banner advises students to Shoot for the moon! Even if you miss, you’ll land among the stars. Next to the door is a poster featuring a collection of animal pictures crudely edited to place cigarettes in their mouths, jaws and beaks. It looks just as stupid when you do it, the poster chastises sternly. The air is filled with the steady ticking of the clock on the wall, the sound of Miss Marsh's snoring, and, inevitably, the buzz of adolescent voices; you all know very well how loud you can be before your teacher wakes up. Bryn Emily still isn't talking to you? Why is that? It's a little hard to focus on that, though, because the desk on the other side of you currently empty, and although no one else does, you know why. Even if you didn't show up in time to catch the thing responsible. Where did you find Claire's body? Cass You're not normally the one to go to for this kind of gossip, but why did Ashley and Brayden break up? No one seems to know what happened, but you were there... Dr. Winggate also said something this morning that disturbed you. What was that? Chi-Chi What have you heard about Samuel's dad? He seems pretty freaked out by it. Weird about that Madison chick, huh? All year she walks right by you without even noticing you're there, but today she's been babbling at you all morning as if you're her best friend. What has she been saying? Matthius Wow, Aster and Maria? I don't think anyone ever thought THAT would ever happen, huh? Why is Sebastian so pissed off about it? Speaking of unexpected, that sure was an awkward thing to walk in on your brother doing last night, wasn't it. Does it change how you feel about him? Merrill Linda's pretty much been on the warpath all morning -- even Ashley, theoretically her best friend, has been giving her a bit of a wide berth. What's her problem? For once, it's not you. You wouldn't be having a great morning even if you didn't have a smouldering cheerleader sitting in the desk next to yours -- you just had a session last night, and it did not go well. What happened there? Tara Ahmad showed up at school with a black eye today. What happened to him? Is it common knowledge? You're not feeling so great yourself -- had a bit of a violent encounter last night. Why?
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Jul 29, 2014 18:35
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 Hot 0 | Cold 1 | Volatile -1 | Dark 1 Harm 0/4 | Exp 0/5 I dunno what the gently caress's going on with Madison. I think she might just have nobody else to ramble to at the moment cause Claire's not here today, so she kinda latched onto the closest person - which is me. Not like I mind, talking to Madison is pretty easy, like...it's 99% listening to her go on and on and on and 1% saying "oh" or "yeah" or "uh-huh" sometimes. So I don't have to stick my neck out, and somebody's giving me the time of day for once. Sure, why not. So the first thing she gave a fuckin soliloquy about is the whole Samuel situation, which...actually kinda blows, to tell the truth. His parents were having some problems or something and the other day his dad just fuckin disappeared. Poof. Out of the blue. Left the car, left the keys, left all his stuff, and vanished. Which is lovely for Samuel cause now he and his mom have to work more to cover the bills. More shifts at the coffee shop or whatever. I feel kinda bad for him, you know? That fuckin blows for him. I mean, I never see my dad either, he basically does the salaryman thing at Toyota and spends all his time working, but at least I know he's trying to make sure we've got enough to get by. Samuel just got fuckin shafted. Plus there's the way he disappeared, didn't take anything with him or anything. Weird. Kinda creepy. Anyway Madison only spent a few minutes on that before getting to the poo poo that really mattered, apparently. Things I learned in the last five minutes: 1. Madison's a huge fuckin nerd for TV shows 1a. I mean not like Queen Nerd living in a make believe fuckin elf world, that's Merrill Frost, but still pretty bad 2. her big thing is Paranormal Encounters 3. apparently they're shooting in New England this season If you don't know about Paranormal Encounters it's this show where they go places and look for like ghosts and monsters and poo poo. The leader of the group is this fuckin guido who yells at "I really hope they come to Arkham," she says all bubbly and poo poo and acting like I'm not just a standin for Claire or something (which is kinda nice). "There's a bunch of old buildings here, they could shoot an episode for sure." "Uh huh," I say, and right about then it comes into my head that maybe that poo poo isn't fake. I mean I'm a ghost so clearly that kinda thing is possible. I mean I'm not saying, like, fuckin Bigfoot exists or anything, but...I dunno. I'm new to this. ...y'know I hope they don't come here that might turn kinda awkward Gonna be honest with you, I don't know how I feel about this whole conversation. Like don't get me wrong, it's cool to actually get noticed, but this is only happening cause Claire's sick or skipping or whatever, or else Madison would be over there telling her about her show and I wouldn't fuckin exist as far as she was concerned. I could be missing too and she'd probably just start yapping at Tara. But I'm gonna push that down for now, cause right now this is the best I got. "So, uh." Alright, engage her on her turf, I guess. "Where would you say are the best places for that? I don't know poo poo about Arkham so I don't know where the, uh. Where the ghosts hang out. I guess." I mean it's worth looking into, right?
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Jul 30, 2014 03:54
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 Hot 1 | Cold 0 | Volatile 1 | Dark -1 Harm 0/4 | Exp 0/5 Emily is still mad because I told her that she couldn't patrol with me right now. She was jealous of Tara and Merrill coming with me, and I didn't want to bring up their unusual abilities without their permission. I told her it was too dangerous for someone like her, but I didn't mean it like that. I apologized, and told her that she could come along, but she felt that I was just saying that to make her happy. It was terrible because she was probably right. Still, after the skinwalker incident, I do need to teach her to defend herself. She'll get over this soon, I hope. I didn't mean anything by it, I just don't want to see her end up like.. Like Claire. Claire got caught on the wrong side of town at the wrong time. I have seen these creatures, they look like they feed on the flesh of humans. They are not zombies, as they could actually react and plan. It was a very simple trap, one that I could see any somewhat decent human being falling for. There was one of them, pretended to be very badly wounded. It would cry for help, quietly, to catch out poor Claire. I didn't know her very well, and I won't ever get to now. The rest of the city won't need to worry, though. While my patrolling may have been late, my aim was still true. Their heads do not react well to ancient metal clubs. They were called ghouls, and from what I can tell, they do not rise from the dead. Still, I did not want to take the risk. This destiny is getting more and more troublesome the longer I still stand. With luck, I will get a step ahead of the trouble for once.
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 Hot 1 | Cold -1 | Volatile 1 | Dark 0 Harm 0/4 | Exp 0/5 Okay. Last night was kind of the culmination of events since I got to town. Funny how poo poo like this happens night before your first day in school. Anyhow, after my run in with Pantswetter, I'd sort of been on edge, so I started trying to hammer out the best way for me to try and live out here without endangering people. I guess doing things to not attract attention sometimes puts you in the crosshairs of people trained for that sort of thing, in this case, Bryn. I haven't known her terribly long, and I don't think she really trusts me all that much yet, but she has opened my eyes a little about all the craziness going on around here. There doesn't seem to be anything weird about her herself, but she sure seems to be able to spot weird from a mile away. After the laundromat incident, I guess I at least demonstrated we were more or less on the same level though, and not long after that she roped me into some of her patrol schemes. It was kind of nice to finally have someone I could at least be a little more frank with about weird things. If I look a little rough today, and I'm pretty sure I do, it's because of a combination of those freaky goddamn thugs that jumped us last night and just because I'm so drat helpful. I'm not exactly clear on what Ahmad's deal is. Whatever it is, though, I'm sure it's pretty lovely. During a break, I had overheard him explaining to Ben about how he'd artfully caught a speaker he was wiring for his cousin to his face when it accidentally fell. "Artfully" even. That's how he described it. Ahmad is a good liar, so good that whatever his real circumstances are, no one's caught on yet. I don't even know what they are, but it probably merits investigating.
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 Hot -1 | Cold -1 | Volatile +1 | Dark +2 Harm 0/4 | XP 0/5 | Conditions:  Last night, Dr. Wingate asked me to come with him on a "business dinner" at a restaurant called "L'trattorio del Arkham". (It sounded like incorrect Italian to me, but my Italian is mostly secondhand from Latin, so I can't be sure.) He said that a colleague, a "fellow extra-dimensionally interested person" from the west of the country had arrived for a year's exchange to Miskatonic, and he wished to introduce me. I'm not sure whether he meant as his child or as an experimental result, but nonetheless I agreed and arrived at the restaurant with him. He introduced me as "Cassidy Wingate", and his colleague as Dr. Doria Dunsany, of Stanford. When we sat down to eat, I heard some screaming coming from the direction of the corner booth. Ashley and Brayden, from homeroom, had apparently also chosen this particular restaurant, except the conversation there was not so civil. Brayden was asking about a large number of calls from Ben on her mobile phone, Ashley responded in kind regarding calls from Thad on his. They accused each other of mistrust, suggested their respective mothers were dirty dogs (or something to that effect), eventually after one bashed a loaf of bread over the other the restaurant owner shooed them out with a kitchen knife. Then he apologized to Dr. Wingate. These ears and eyes are not efficient at omnidirectional tracking; I was so intrigued watching the violent schism that I barely noticed what the two doctors were saying to each other about life, about work, about me. It was only this morning that Dr Wingate reminded me that his friend had made some remarkable strides in the field of expanded consciousness, and that she wanted a chance to try some techniques with me whenever possible to see if it would help this brain capture some small amount of my old life. Right now I'm doing my best to not contemplate what sort of "techniques" Dr. Dunsany wants to do over the weekend. It could be something totally innocuous, true, but it could also be closer to how the professors at Miskatonic treated me when this body first opened its eyes. She has not had the time spent with me that Dr. Wingate has. I try to distract myself by watching Ashley and Brayden glare daggers at each other across the homeroom, possibly contemplating what sort of action they can take against each other without waking up Miss Marsh. I'd suggest ASL, but I know most people don't understand that.
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 Hot +2 | Cold +1 | Volatile -1 | Dark -1 XP: 0 | Adv: 0 | Harm: 0 | Conditions: None | Location: Homeroom Oh, you want talk about other people? And here I was under the impression that you invited me to little soiree of yours because you were genuinely interested in me. Most people are. Perhaps you’re just too shy to ask me what you really want. Yes, I know your type well. The answer, by the way, is yes and many times. But since you insist on a façade of timidity at this point, I shall warm you up and indulge your requests for idle gossip. What we have here is an old fashioned triangle of potential drama that could erupt into some amusement if we are patient (or perhaps we could help it along). Sebastian is a young man with an awfully lofty opinion of himself. Did you not catch his failure to woo the affection of the frosty Nordic Bryn there? It fits a very predictable pattern. There is a certain level of covetous eye candy that he feels entitled to have at this school. Personality aside, he’s a perfectly handsome fellow by any measure of the word. I would not say no to a taste myself if propositioned. But if he continues to remain unaccompanied for long, well, that’s when the real gossip sets in. Which brings us to Maria and Aster and the source of Sebastian’s ire. Did anyone see that pairing coming? The simple answer is no. The math simply doesn’t add up with those two. The graceful cheerleading Maria of glorious fame and beauty deigns to take up the arm of the most voluminous and socially downtrodden member of the room, perhaps even the school? Dark magic is at work here, mark my words. Unless Maria suddenly developed some charitably bizarre proclivities for overweight pimple faced drooling pariahs, then none of this makes sense to the casual observer. And that’s what has Sebastian stewing. He wants Maria. Maria wants Aster. And I just want to see blood, either way. And as for Brother, yes, I did happen to catch him in a rather unprecedented scenario last night. Upon my return home late that evening, I found him hovering just outside the door of the adjacent building. He appeared to be engaged in a hushed but friendly exchange with a female occupant just across the threshold therein. From the few pieces I casually overheard, it was something of a lingering goodbye, the kind you awkwardly dance around at the end of an intimate evening out together. If true, then I don’t know what on earth to think. A four hundred year old devout vampire of the cloth going on a date, the first ever that I would know of, is such an absurdly odd notion. He took vows, many many vows, to God that he has faithfully kept all these years. I just can’t imagine him breaking them on something as banal as female companionship and courtship. iceyman fucked around with this message at 07:19 on Aug 3, 2014 |
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Jul 31, 2014 07:25
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 Hot -1 | Cold 1 | Volatile -1 | Dark 2 Harm 0/4 | Exp 0/5 It's not like I go in listening on cheerleader affairs like I loving care, but the way Linda raises her voice over her smartphone makes eavesdropping hard to avoid. There's something going on with her varsity group; two of her girls are going to get suspended for using drugs on campus grounds. Cough syrup, I hear? And all this, with some stupid competition on the line in a few weeks. She's been shouting over her dad on the phone (who is a lawyer, it sounds), trying to figure a way to make the board overturn their decision. It's a pathetic sight. Even I can't feel good over her misery. It doesn't help that I have my own things to worry about. Cass and Byrn couldn't play last night, so I played with some losers from the game store last night and holy poo poo, they were insufferable. Goth assholes, literally out of the White Wolf 90s, who wanted to sit in and play their loving storytelling system instead of the 3.5 murdertrap I clearly advertised on the window. They ended up rolling some characters with a vampire template and it was awful and they broke my dungeon and there was so much beat poetry and ughghghhggh. Anyway, gently caress everything. I need to bother someone before I lose my mind and/or Linda starts to see me as a target again. I poke Bryn at the back of her shoulder. "Hey, hey." I say, sorta whispering since I wanna talk about secret monster hunting. "Are you gonna go and kill stuff again later?"
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So in the grand tradition of MH play by posts, I'm going to leave you guys to sort of RP amongst yourselves or with the NPCs for a bit. It's a good way to generate some plot threads early on. Chi-Chi Madison is a short, energetic white girl with a borderline manic grin on her face 90% of the time, squeezed into a distractingly tight red t-shirt featuring some blonde chick and the slogan "OBEY KHALEESI." She is only too happy to answer your question, this apparently being a topic she had put a lot of thought into. "You know that old abandoned subway station? It is like super creepy down there, and I've only seen it in the day! Like, you just know there are ghosts down there when you look around that place!" While she's not quite speaking loud enough to wake Miss Marsh, it should definitely be enough to make sure she's overheard by everyone in a several desk radius.
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TurninTrix posted:"Hey, hey." I say, sorta whispering since I wanna talk about secret monster hunting. "Are you gonna go and kill stuff again later?" Hot 1 | Cold 0 | Volatile 1 | Dark -1 Harm 0/4 | Exp 0/5 My eyes go wide as I hear the last four words, but I let her finish before giving her a hurried hushing noise. I try not to speak too loudly, but giving the hushing noise, I already feel like there's too much attention on me. "Are you insane? It's called -patrolling- for a reason, and that's if something bad happens, people don't ask too many questions. If, for example, a classmate that sits next to me were to get eaten by the undead. Which will sound perfectly sane and reasonable if I talk to one of the guidance councilors, I'm sure." I let out a sigh, then drop my head. As much as I was starting to get used to talking about it, it didn't help with how I was going to deal with Claire's death. I could have stopped it, if I was faster, stronger, had people helping me who didn't enjoy making things suffer. "Given all of that, of course I'm patrolling tonight. I want to make sure that these things don't plan on getting more victims tonight. What do you know about things that look like they might be undead but don't move like zombies but still desire flesh?" I gave another look over towards Emily, hoping that she was trying to eavesdrop.
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Hot -1 | Cold 1 | Volatile -1 | Dark 2 Harm 0/4 | Exp 0/5 I lean forward and look at the empty seat besides Byrn. Just where is Claire, anyway? Oh well. "Um, makes me think Revenant? Or a Ghoul? I know this..." God, I'd have to read my monster manual again. And I just swore off from dealing anything undead after last night. drat it, Merrill, you idiot. I don't want to leave Bryn hanging. Wait, maybe I can turn this around. "Oh uh, how about we check out the library and see what they have about those things?"
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...and, I mean, not just him. You know what, look at fuckin Madison over here. I was right, she didn't even know I existed until it was inconvenient not to have somebody to talk at, and now it's like we've been best friends this whole time. 'Nobody' to 'taken for granted' in like ten fuckin minutes. Unless she's not even...is she messing with me? Did somebody put her up to this poo poo? Go gently caress around with Chi-Chi, she'll be so happy just to have somebody give her the time of day, ha ha it's a goddamn laugh riot? I can't help but throw a quick glance around. Which one of these fuckers came up with this? Who's watching? ...Okay, they're hiding it really well. Fine. "Right," I say. Guarded now. Wary. "Well, if you end up looking in there, take a video, I guess. Maybe they'll put you on the show. Or something." I'm onto you now, bitch.
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Hot 1 | Cold 0 | Volatile 1 | Dark -1 Harm 0/4 | Exp 0/5 "The library? What is there going to be at the library? I doubt they have books on identifying.. things like that." I look over to the other side of the room for just a moment, looking over towards Tara, thinking about the creature before looking back towards Merrill. "If Tara can make it, I think she'll be a real help. She saw them as well, and hopefully we'll be one step closer to finding out what they are." I pause, trying to gauge Merrill's reaction to the question before continuing. I know those two do not like one another all that much, but in this case, she may need all the help she can get. Especially if there's more than that small pack she saw.
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Hot 1 | Cold -1 | Volatile 1 | Dark 0 Harm 0/4 | Exp 0/5 I sit there, my chin cradled in my clasped hands, my arms propped up on my desk. I can't help but to wear a dumb smirk on my face. I'm not even sure why, really. In silence I watch Cass watch Ashley and Brayden. When he turns in my direction to ask his question, all I can do is smile more and shrug. Who knows why anyone does anything? Or doesn't? When his mystified gaze moves on, I turn my attention to Bryn and Merrill's exchange. I can hear them well enough. I hear everyone well enough, but their voices are distinct, standing out against the din of the rest of the class. Bryn looks my way, and then I come up in the conversation. Bryn has the right of it. It was pretty rocky at first, but I'm pretty sure we've at least got a good mutual understanding. Merrill doesn't seem impressed, shooting a look at me as she relents. She's probably still upset over the RPG thing. I learned from people after that Merrill basically seems to hold onto grudges forever. Great. Just as I did with Cass, I renew my big goofy smile just for her. Yeah. That's right. Deal with it. I don't say anything. On top of not really having anyone to really talk to anyhow; if I tried to talk to Chi-chi right now, I get the feeling that all I'd do is piss her off more. I don't really have anything to add, anyway.
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Aug 5, 2014 07:05
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Bryn, Merill and Tara are already involved in something, more or less, so I don't think they individually need big updates Bryn Emily is very studiously fiddling around with her phone, but a quick glance reveals that she's really just flipping from screen to screen, doing nothing in particular. She's probably eavesdropping. Cassius In contrast to Tara's silent reaction, when Brayden overhears you he is somewhat less amused. "Why don't you mind your own loving business before I do something to you?" he growls, crossing muscled arms over his polo-shirt-adorned chest. Chi-Chi Madison remains quite oblivious to your change in mood. All she does is grin again. "Hey, that's a pretty good idea! I'd want to find a couple people to come with me, though -- that place is sketchy as heck! It's the kind of place that, like, creepers and weirdos would hang out in. I'd have to be pretty suicidal to go down there alone!" She says it lightly and offhand. Like it's a loving joke. Matthius Maria had been using her cellphone as a mirror, fussing with her long, jet black locks. Her hand freezes in mid motion as you start talking to her. She's staring at you as if she had never quite realised how blue your eyes were before now. She actually swallows nervously, before speaking replying. You've clearly caught her off guard, and the uncertainty looks strange on her perpetually disinterested face. "... I'm not doing anything over lunch," she says slowly. She seems to be working very hard not to glance across the room to where Aster is sitting. "I could show you a few things." Does Aster notice you chatting up her girlfriend?
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Aug 5, 2014 17:24
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Hot -1 | Cold -1 | Volatile +1 | Dark +2 Harm 0/4 | XP 0/5 | Conditions: I'm so busy keeping these eyes on Tara, trying to see what she'll say, that it doesn't even notice Brayden turning his glare to me! This body needs more eyes. I turn the head and look at him passively. I've heard many things about him--he's dangerous, violent, no one's quite sure why Ashley was friends with him or what she saw about him--and none of them sound very nice. Still, I do not think I'm supposed to simply listen to him. I should respond. "Such as what?" the voice answers semi-automatically. I know it's coming from this mouth, but it still feels like my mind should be watching the scene play out from...not from above, but aside? "Loaves of bread won't hurt this body the same way they hurt Ashley. Or were you thinking of something harder?" Shutting Brayden Down by suggesting that he beats his girlfriend! Okay, Cass, I know Cold's not your strong suit, but give me a high roll, okay? [20:19:21] <Davin_Valkri> !r 2d6-1 [20:19:21] <Krysmbot> Davin_Valkri, 9-1 = 8 Nice! Place the condition Girlfriend-Beater on Brayden, and let him place a condition on Cass.
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Aug 6, 2014 04:20
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Hot 1 | Cold 0 | Volatile 1 | Dark -1 Harm 0/4 | Exp 0/5 "Yes. She was there last night when.. this happened. If anything, I doubt she'll leave it be. I don't want anyone trying to hunt alone if these creatures are out in force." I wave Tara over, giving a quick look over towards Emily as well, waving her closer. "We should still meet at the library. Even if they don't have the books we want, it isn't an unusual place for students to meet to try to find books. Plus, I do eventually have to study for math." I try to keep a straight face while saying math, the most terrible of subjects. There are not stories of legendary math for a number of reasons, but the biggest must be that it would not make sense to half of the people who heard it.
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Aug 6, 2014 05:25
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Hot -1 | Cold 1 | Volatile -1 | Dark 2 Harm 0/4 | Exp 0/5 "Well, I guess we could always use the muscle. And..." I lean in some more, adjusting my glasses. Bryn just left herself open to an attack of opportunity and I intend to make it. "Do you need help with studying? You know me, math is absolutely my strong suit."
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Aug 6, 2014 07:28
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Hot 0 | Cold 1 | Volatile -1 | Dark 1 Harm 0/4 | Exp 1/5 | Delusional I just about put hands on her. That would've been bad, wouldn't it. Just out of nowhere, "where you at motherfucker" and jump the desk and it's on. Holy poo poo they would've expelled me or something. I don't know what came over me, it was just right when she did that laugh, like it's funny to her, like I didn't choke and bleed out and fuckin die in that subway trying to-- ohhhhh god i almost did it again I'm actually turned toward her this time before I catch myself. gently caress. Calm down. Uh, what's going on...nice. That goofy-rear end Disney princess-looking motherfucker over there just talked poo poo on Brayden, good on him. I'm just gonna pretend I was looking over there because of how funny it was, or something, and then turn back, and now count, one, two, three... I think I'm good. Still mad, but kinda simmering now. "Yeah, wow, that sounds fuckin wild. Scary." I promise I'm not trying to clench my teeth. "Lemme know when you do it, maybe I'll back you up." See how she likes people playing fuckin jokey jokes on her.
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Aug 6, 2014 23:37
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Hot +2 | Cold +1 | Volatile -1 | Dark -1 XP: 1 | Adv: 0 | Harm: 0 | Conditions: None | Location: Homeroom Is Aster watching us? Well to answer your question I would have to actually care which I’m afraid I do not. But alright, since I keep indulging you, I can take a quick glimpse into the reflection there on my glasses. It’s small and blurry, but she might just be glancing in our direction in a rapid and repeated fashion. The optics do make it hard to tell and I just can’t be bothered to take my eyes off this beauty before me. A better question, to which I’m actually curious, and perhaps you can tell me, is whether Sebastian notices. I hope he does. I hope he sees that I can score were he could not. Forget the cold disinterested Bryn. Forget the fleeting youth and popularity of Maria. I’m the biggest prize here, and he should want me. And once he realizes it and comes begging, I’ll take him as well. “And I’m eager to learn.” I reply in kind. “Lunch it is. How about the library? There are so many places to get lost among the stacks.”
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Aug 7, 2014 06:39
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Hot 1 | Cold -1 | Volatile 1 | Dark 0 Harm 0/4 | Exp 0/5 I go back to watching Cass, only to discover now that he's watching me. So I watch him watching me, only that's cut short when Brandon or Brayden or whatever the gently caress his name is opens his yap. I like how he's all defensive, folding his arms across his chest like that. I remember reading somewhere that it was a gesture that signified insecurity or something. Somehow, I'm not surprised. But what is surprising is how quick Cass responds. In the distance, I see Bryn wave at me. With the teacher quite dead to the world, I stand up and start to make my way towards the Bryn. I time it so that hopefully I'm caught in between Cass and B-something when the latters' brain-gears chew through what Cass just said. In truth, I didn't really catch the whole thing, but what he was implying was pretty obvious. The last thing any of us need is to wake up Ms.Marsh because of stupidity. So if I can deter Arms McJocko from lunging at Cass because I'm in the way, I'll consider that a victory. It's either that or I'll be crushed or shoved and he's even more of a dick than I thought.
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Aug 8, 2014 04:13
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Hot 1 | Cold 0 | Volatile 1 | Dark -1 Harm 0/4 | Exp 0/5 "Well, thank you. I'd be very up for studying that in the future." I look over towards Tara, noticing the trouble that seems to be brewing. "Hey, Tara? Would you like to come to the library tonight? We're meeting to deal with that problem from last night. It should be right after school." I look over towards Merrill for a moment. "We're going to look for books on that sort of thing. If there are any." I continue to try to be subtle, but am not even sure if I'm making sense.
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Aug 8, 2014 05:27
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Cassius Brayden stares at you long and hard. His big, meaty hands are clenched on the edge of the desk so hard that his knuckles are white with the effort. He looks like he wants to hit you very hard. Instead, he forces himself to relax, and spits out a reply: "You wait until I see you out of class. I'll hit you with something alright, you bony little gently caress." Across the room, Ashley is very studiously ignoring the confrontation. Brayden has given you the condition Dead Meat. Chi-Chi "Wow, thanks, that's pretty cool of you!" Madison says. "I'll definitely let you know!" Matthius "I'll... see you there," Maria says, smiling a little nervously. Sebastian, for his part, is giving you an openly hostile look. He scowls at you, then pointedly looks away for the rest of homeroom. Everyone Suddenly, a raucous, earsplitting sound fills the air -- Arkham North's entirely too loud school bell. Miss Marsh starts awake in time to see the class shuffling out the door. **** The rest of your morning classes pass by in academic monotony. After what seems like ages, you hear a much more welcome bell -- the one indicating your hour long lunch period. Where are you spending your lunch, and what are you doing? Gazetteer fucked around with this message at 14:50 on Aug 9, 2014 |
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Aug 9, 2014 04:20
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Hot -1 | Cold 1 | Volatile -1 | Dark 2 Harm 0/4 | Exp 0/5 +1 Ah, the bell. I can chase after this after school. I slip in my notes and my Lucky d20 into my bag, then stand up and smile at Bryn. "I'll see you later, then." _____ I spend my lunch period outside the building, by some lovely benches with an umbrella. I don't really trust the food around here, or the cafeteria lady. If I to eat something awful, might as well be something I make. Also, I have my lucky d20 on hand. Right next to my boxed lunch, I have a notebook with a mess of scribbles and chicken-scratch writing. Some of it are notes for future games, some of them are concepts for traps I haven't sprung yet. On one page, in the very center of this inky menagerie, lies a hastily drawn table. There are only two columns in the table; an answer in the form of a short statement, and a d20 number to go with it. All them try to answer the same question. I whisper it to myself. "Do I have a chance with Bryn later?" I roll the polyhedron by the notebook. Gaze into the Abyss: 4 +2 = 6. lol
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Aug 9, 2014 15:02
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Merrill You put a little too much spin on the dice roll -- your lucky d20 skips across the surface of the table, and disappears onto the pavement. When you bend down to grab the dice, you hear a very unwelcome voice before you can locate or retrieve it. "Hey, Elf-Freak," Sebastian says, leaning heavily on the table. He has placed a large, disposable coffee cup right down on top of your notebook, like it's a loving coaster. "Do you spend a lot of time on your knees?" He says it and smirks, like it's the cleverest thought he's had all week. Sebastian is trying for a similar proto fratboy douchebag look to Brayden's but he doesn't really have the muscle mass for it. He's tall, but gangly as hell, and not half as good looking as he likes to think.
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Aug 9, 2014 16:51
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Hot 1 | Cold 0 | Volatile 1 | Dark -1 Harm 0/4 | Exp 0/5 I give the others a wave on the way out of the class, hoping they both got the message. ------ At lunch, all I can think about is what happened to Claire. I'm pretty sure Merrill wouldn't want to hear about it, but some of the others might. I make my way to where I usually meet up with Emily when we are talking, lunch in hand. I nearly walk into someone right as I get there, barely getting out of the way, distracted by everything else on my mind. I look around to see everyone who is there, before looking back down at my bagged lunch. At this point, I just want someone to talk to. Someone who I know I can tell this stuff to who won't panic.
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Aug 9, 2014 22:16
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Hot -1 | Cold 1 | Volatile -1 | Dark 2 Harm 0/4 | Exp 1/5 I keep looking for my d20 while that rear end in a top hat over my head yammers his poo poo. Ugh, of course this happens. I knew I shouldn't have used up my good rolls from those vampire assholes last night. Also, who is this guy again? "Why, first time you've seen a girl like this? Of course it is, loving loser." I mutter. I can't see what he's doing right now, but I don't care. I need to find that die. "And I'm pretty sure I stressed to you all that I am a dragon, not an elf." I say that d-word like it is not at all the craziest thing to admit to some plebeian. But if they want to attribute me to a D&D creature, they might as well get it right. Shut this rear end in a top hat down: 11 +1 = 12. I want to put the condition loving Loser on him. Of course, if I were to stat myself, I'd have to take a huge level adjustment and... well, not important. I need to lay this sick burn hard. Mitama fucked around with this message at 01:31 on Aug 10, 2014 |
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Aug 10, 2014 00:07
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Hot 0 | Cold 1 | Volatile -1 | Dark 1 Harm 0/4 | Exp 1/5 | Delusional Where the gently caress do you think I am, I'm eating lunch by myself. You know, like always. Well, not so much 'eating', mostly just sitting a table away from everybody else with my head in my hands and my earbuds in. That whole thing with Madison kinda hosed me up a little, so I'm kinda...getting it back together, I guess. I keep reacting weirdly to things lately, I don't know if it's because...well, ghost, or something else. Huh. There's, uh, whatsherface. Bryn, that's it. It's actually something fuckin weird but she just goes by Bryn (I can relate). Looking pretty god drat lost, maybe her friends ditched her or something. Yeah, I know that look. That's...yeah that's pretty close to home, actually. gently caress. Before I can stop and worry about it and shut myself down, I perk up a little and motion to a spot across from me. ...subtle-like, so if she does like everybody else and just kinda ignores me, I can act like I was just...stretching or something. You know, like when you wave at somebody and it turns out they were waving at somebody behind you, so you act like you were scratching your head. Yeah, I am pretty familiar with that, why do you ask.
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Aug 10, 2014 00:54
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Hot -1 | Cold -1 | Volatile +1 | Dark +2 Harm 0/4 | XP 1/5 | Conditions: Dead Meat I feel myself cock this head as Brayden balls up his fist and bares his teeth. The reply is automatic: "I'll let you buy a new baguette, then." And with that, the bell rings its loud, obnoxious tone--why don't these ears come with natural earplugs?!--and I leave. ----------------------------- Sometimes I wish that Geometry was not right before lunch. At least one day I've spent entire the lunch period staring at graph paper, trying to make what I've just learned fit into how the world seems it ought to be. Today may not be one of those days, but this brain still hurts, and I don't feel quite like eating so much. Rubbing the temples of this head, I walk over with a tray of grilled cheese and milk and sit down at an apparently empty table. It's only when I sit down and place a hand to the head that I realize that it isn't quite so empty as it looked when I first saw it. There's a girl with earbuds who apparently has the same headaches issue also sitting here. Why didn't I notice her when I first walked over? These eyes are defective. "Oh, hello." I say in some surprise. "I didn't see you there."
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Aug 10, 2014 08:55
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Hot 1 | Cold 0 | Volatile 1 | Dark -1 Harm 0/4 | Exp 0/5 I notice the waving, looking around myself to check that there was no one else. It would be rude if I ignore the girl, even if I didn't know her very well. Plus, it would be nice to not have to think about this ghoul thing for another few minutes. I walk over, setting my lunch down, smiling towards the two that were there. "Hello. How are things today? It's.. Chihiro, right? And Cassidy? That's how you pronounce them, yes?"
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Aug 10, 2014 19:06
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Hot 0 | Cold 1 | Volatile -1 | Dark 1 Harm 0/4 | Exp 1/5 | Delusional Whoa. That guy kinda snuck up on me. Not that I mind, it's pretty rare that somebody just talks to me for no reason and he seems cool enough, especially after what happened last period. I pop my earbuds out. "Oh. No problem, it happens. A lot." And while I was distracted, Bryn took me up on my offer. Niiiiiice. I don't know if it's fuckin bizarro world up in here or what but I'm not gonna complain; after a whole year at this shithole being treated like I don't exist, this is like being on top of the world. "Yeah, yeahyeah," I say as she asks me about my name, maybe a little more enthusiastically than I meant to. "Just call me Chi-Chi, easier to remember." Oh my god it's happening. It's like being back home, I'm having a normal fuckin conversation with some people who aren't my mom and I can't even explain how great that feels. So that's, uh...Cassidy over there, she said. Hm. "Good job with Brayden this morning. Guy's a fuckin douchebag."
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Aug 10, 2014 19:58
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Merill Sebastian looks a little shocked for a moment, then his face reddens. "Hey! I've seen lots of--" he trails off, face even redder. He takes a second or two to look wildly around him to see if anyone noticed your sweet burn. "It was just a loving joke, you don't need to get all bitchosaurus on me," he complains instead. "I just came here to ask you something, Christ."
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Aug 11, 2014 00:18
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Hot -1 | Cold 1 | Volatile -1 | Dark 2 Harm 0/4 | Exp 1/5 "Whatever." I finally find my d20, just a little ways off from the table. drat, that thing can roll. I carefully reach for it and make sure that I don't lose whatever number it has on top. Seventeen. Goddamn, I need my table to match this. I stand up, look at Sebastian and my notebook, and growl. "Hey, get that loving cup off my notebook." Coffee stains on my notes does not make me a happy dragon. That thing contains plot hooks and the secrets of the universe, come on. "What is it you wanna ask, anyway?"
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Aug 11, 2014 00:34
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Hot 1 | Cold -1 | Volatile 1 | Dark 0 Harm 0/4 | Exp 0/5 I'd caught Bryn making her exit, nodding in acknowledgement of her wave. But at that moment I was mostly grateful for not getting called out by Ms.Marsh for my not being in my seat. I guess she was still drowsy or something. In the end, I didn't catch poo poo so that's fine by me. --- There's not much nutrition for someone like me to be found in a cafeteria. For me, lunch in a place like this is mostly for show. Also, it's noisy. And it smells. So, it's never a place I'm in a hurry to get to. Today I make it no further than the double doors, staring through the glass at the commotion going on within, seeing groups and deciding it's not worth suffering. I'm not a people person. I'll catch up with Bryn later. I head outside for now, or at least I try. I get to the doors and outside on a bench I see Merrill and some other kid. She looks like she's raging, and I don't have the patience to listen to it. Retracing my steps, past the cafeteria again, and this time I aim for the back doors, out to the parking lot. Maybe I'll have a bit of a nap in my jeep. It'll be for the best if we're gonna be running around again tonight.
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Aug 11, 2014 05:47
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Hot -1 | Cold -1 | Volatile +1 | Dark +2 Harm 0/4 | XP 1/5 | Conditions: Dead Meat Chihiro, or, well, Chi-Chi, doesn't seem to take much offense at my overlooking her. In fact, she seems to take it remarkably well, especially when the other person also sits down. Well, so much for this headache and multi-dimentional mathematics. Time to get this brain to focus on this. "Chi-chi, hmm? Does that mean something special? I know Chihiro means a thousand...something. A thousand dollars, perhaps." Probably supposed to be "an abundance of", since not all minds can wrap themselves around the idea if a thousand somethings. "I shouldn't be all, though. I'm used to bring referred to as just 'Cass'. It's a...fuller sounding name. Sharper." I shrug unconvincingly. That's not really why I prefer it...the topic shifts back to homeroom. "Ah, thanks. I'm not quite sure where it came from. It was pure chance that he was at the same restaurant last night." Another shrug. "Do you think the sandwichs here are hard enough for him?" The cafeteria uses older bread regularly as a cost cutting measure; it's why most people who can afford it eat off campus. I'm not really one of them. "It seems hard enough."
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Aug 11, 2014 07:19
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Hot +2 | Cold +1 | Volatile -1 | Dark -1 XP: 1 | Adv: 0 | Harm: 0 | Conditions: None | Location: Library As we’ve just established in the previous scene, today I’m spending my lunch hour in the library. This fills with me immense joy. For day after day, I begrudgingly resign myself to that cruelly cold cafeteria, faking the tedious repetitive motions of eating actual foodstuffs; while I sit in torment, watching everyone else fill their fat bellies to satisfaction. It really is a torturous experience to endure. But appearances have to be kept, Brother says! But not today. Today I will have a real lunch. After all, how is an eager student to do well in his studies without a proper meal? The library conveniently has ample shelving that runs floor to ceiling and is stuffed with enough volumes to impart just right amount of privacy. And Maria, just as promised, has joined me in seclusion in the back. Among these cramped quarters, we sit on the bare thread floor in close intimate proximity. There’s an unopened mathematics book as an innocuous pretext between us, but we both know that’s not why we’re here. Remember that whole wine metaphor I told you about earlier? In this case its quite apt. You see, the emotional state of person affects their taste. The mood has to be just right or you’ll upset the delicate flavors to which one has grown accustomed. Call me a picky eater, but I very much prefer mine on the sweeter side so I pour the dripping honeyed words into the mix as much as possible. “Oh Maria, you are a special dark beauty, truly a unique gem among this lot of rubble.” I lightly draw my fingers over her delicate out stretched hand. “You could have anyone at this school. You are a treasure coveted by all of those around you, me especially.” Now I look wistfully into her eyes. Don’t underestimate the importance of eye contact. It’s vital to keep them focused on you. And then I pause to gauge her reaction and see if it possible to continue, for the next step is going to be the real tricky part. There’s no real easy way to say I’m a vampire and I just want to bite you. iceyman fucked around with this message at 07:28 on Aug 11, 2014 |
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Hot 1 | Cold 0 | Volatile 1 | Dark -1 Harm 0/4 | Exp 0/5 I look over towards Cass, who is talking about hard sandwiches like this is something to talk about. I look nervously over towards Chi-Chi, not sure exactly how to react to what's going on. "It was very strange how willing he was to get angry about the whole thing. Perhaps there's some truth to what you said?" I nod, not fully believing it but thinking it was something worth saying, before looking over towards Cass's sandwich. "Well, the sandwiches are probably alright. It is why I try to bring food from home, however. You need to eat well to feel well." When I let that slip, my face turns red out of saying such a cliche thing. "It is..something my aunt always says." I pull a sandwich that could be called a work of art in some parts, with a variety of vegetables and at least two kinds of meats, immediately taking a bite from it to try to recover from my cliche phrases.
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