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 Hot: 0 Cold: -1 Volatile: 1 Dark: 1 Harm:0/4 Exp: 0/5 Conditions: Location: Homeroom Wednesday night I'm up against Willie Vandenhoek, another amateur from one of the farm towns out past the city. This time I'm gonna do it. I'm finally gonna win. The weigh-in told me all I need to know about him. He's taller than me so my strategy is real simple, make it an in-fight. He'll out reach me at first, but if I can get under his arms and stay there he can't stop me. Doc's had me practicing my slips and clinch breaking ever since. With all this practice and with Doc backing me up I'm pretty drat sure I got this guy's number. I'm gonna do it. Now I just gotta make it 'til then without going nuts. Anticipation, excitement and all those other fun emotions are always amped up during the build up to a match, even more than usual this time. At times I'd swear I'm gonna jitter myself right outta my skin. Honestly it's kinda the worst and the best feeling, if that makes any kinda sense. Someone smarter could probably tell you exactly why that is, but all I know is that I love it. "Calm yerself down a bit kid. Keep some of that bottled up for the other guy." Yeah, you're right Doc, like usual. Gotta take my mind off this a bit, distract myself. Now how do I do that? Hmm. I look back at the room, maybe I could I try to finally get that explanation out of Gabrielle? Maybe? I'd have to be really subtle about it, with everyone else around, and I dunno if I can get that subtle. "I'm going against my better judgement here, kid, but this might be a drat good chance to get an answer. She can't really make a scene in the middle of class." Hmm. I dunno. I don't really wanna put her on the spot like that, but I do want to know what the hell I saw. gently caress, why did poo poo have to get weird? Wait. Maybe I can get her to come see my fight, and ask her afterwards. It would be pretty nice to have someone to cheer for me. Well, no guts no glory right? I head over towards Gabrielle's desk. "Hey Gabrielle, are you doing anything wednesday night? (5:22) ShootaBoy: Turn on Gabrielle (5:22) ShootaBoy: !r 2d6 (5:22) Krysmbot: ShootaBoy, 4 = 4 (5:22) ShootaBoy: welp Wait that came out wrong. "Uh cause I've got a fight then, and I'd really like to have someone cheering me on. Moral support you know?" Aw geez I hosed up, didn't I? quote:
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  pre:Hot: 0 Cold: 1 Volatile: -1 Dark: 1 Harm 0/4 Exp 0/5 Conditions: Location: Homeroom Then I bury my face into my folded arms. But winter means offseason! Being a ghost isn't as nearly fun as movies would have you believe. Sure, floating through closed doors can be fun every once in a while (in private, of course). But waking up with a face full of mattress because you accidentally sunk through the bed in your sleep? No thank you. I shudder, then, thinking of what happens if I don't stop at the floor, drifting downward into concrete and soil and utility access tunnels. Waking up in the liquid hot magma center of the planet. Gotta stop reading ahead in geology. I glance hazardously around the room. A regular rogues gallery of hormones and heartthrobs. Don't want to catch anyone's attention. Don't want anybody to know you're dead. Don't want... I pause, mid-thought, struggling to finish the sentence. What do you want, you little lost ghosty ghost? Face down again into folded arms. It's going to be a long offseason. quote:Name: Kara Tierney, Ghost Frgrbrgr fucked around with this message at 09:06 on Apr 9, 2016 |
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 Hot: 1 | Cold: -1 | Volatile: 2 | Dark: -1 | Conditions: None Its Gabrielle, with an E, by the way. Haha, how about all of them? Okay, it’s not actually that bad I managed to scribble out a bunch of poo poo answers for most of my classes. I won’t get a good grade but I think I’ll get C’s on all of this anyway. Except for AP English, because lets face it, that actually requires you to have done the reading, or actually sit down and do a decent attempt at writing. (I didn’t even check to see what the assignment was because I knew either way I wouldn’t have time) And I knew I wouldn’t have time because of all the drat monsters. So like, some nights there’s something obviously around the city, I find it, we fight, bam, problem solved. Other nights, I really have to look for stuff, and sometimes, all I can find are traces, or I have a lead from the news, and I have to search, and search. The first is obviously my favorite, because its a lot easier to get done. Over the break, well there were a lot of fights. I ran into something every night, it was the full moon, so there were a lot of werewolves out a few nights, mostly the feral ones, which I had to put down, but I managed to cure a couple that still had their sanity. But the first day of break, I found this sort of stain, or a shadow or something, on one of the L trains, that was giving off a faint magic aura. So I was trying to track down whatever was causing it (I kept finding new ones, though the old ones were vanishing) when the werewolves kept popping up and distracting me with fights. In the end, I still haven’t found out what was causing it, but I think I’ve figured out the pattern. Well, to get back to class, I’m in the middle of thinking about that and finishing my last math answers (I’m good at math, bad at the whole ‘show your work’ part) when Frankie comes over and … did he just ask me out? No, no he didn’t, okay, phew. Don’t know how I would have responded to that if he had! Wait. He kind of is though, isn’t he? “Uh…” I give him a blank look for a second, trying to figure out how the hell I should respond to that. On one hand, he’s got something evil hanging around him, but on the other hand he isn’t… bad looking, at least when his face doesn’t look like raw meat in the middle of being tenderized, on the other hand, its not like I actually have time wednesday night, I’ve got homework forever and I still need to catch whatever is leaving all these magic traces around the L train before something bad happens. But on the weird monstrous fourth hand maybe seeing him in a fight would be a good way to see whatever it is that’d hitching a ride on his back in action. Would be my first real lead on it… “I think I could manage that, what time on wednesday?” I flash a smile intended to look slightly harassed, which is how I feel at all times pretty much so I think it worked, and keep talking to cover the long pause before I responded. “I’m pretty busy, but I’ve never seen a fight before, so it should be interest.” Strictly true, in this context. “Who are you fighting?” GodFish fucked around with this message at 10:11 on Apr 11, 2016 |
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 Hot: +2 | Cold: +1 | Volatile: -1 | XP: 1/5 | Harm: 0/4 | Conditions: Location: Homeroom Of course my Thanksgiving was a nightmare, I had to spend the entire day with my parents. I still don't understand why they actually seem to care about Thanksgiving, but they do, and I suppose it doesn't really matter if I understand it or not. The fact remains that they celebrate it - and as we feasted on appropriately small samples of a delicious feast that was thrown out the second we (they) were done with it, my parents basically gave me a performance review. It went horribly, by which I mean I messed literally one thing up. 4.0 GPA, easily going to win Most Popular and Prom Queen, everyone's friend yet totally elusive, desirable but unattainable... I'd really thought I'd been impressing them. I HAVE to, or else... But I haven't. If anything, I've disappointed them. In between courses as we ate, they let me have it, neither of them able to bring themselves to sully their eyes by actually looking at me. They both sat at one end of our table (which seats thirty), with me at the other. I'm not "athletic" enough, according to them. Even though I'm basically perfect. I'm too soft, too painfully human and imperfect... so they signed me up for Soccer. Which, of course, their stooge Coach Greene is in charge of. The same one that made me run laps in front of everyone else at their behest. It wasn't a great Thanksgiving and now my life's more difficult and demanding than ever, to sum up. But I'm up to the challenge, I wouldn't be me if I wasn't. I'm not mad at my parents either, though you'd probably think that. It's not productive, I grew past feelings like that a while ago. Distracted by the conversation beginning to my left between Frankie and Gabrielle, I'm brought out of my recollections - hope no one saw me looking so out of it, it wouldn't fit the image I have worked painfully hard to cultivate here. Since I've moved, I grab the coffee that was in the cupholder of the limo that picked me up but is now on my desk, taking a pleasant sip after I do. Between it, my fuzzy coat, and the scarves I brought with me, I'm doing my best to fight off the morning's chill. I certainly hope it doesn't snow like they're predicting - I'll likely be stuck at home with Mother and Father if it does! Offering a much sought after smile to those around me lucky enough to be paying attention to me (which, to be fair, is probably everyone), I go back to what I'd been doing before I got caught up reminiscing about my weekend - examining my schedule for today on my phone. Between meeting with other students that need my help or advice, classes, extracurricular activities, appearances I have to make to different cliques to shore up their loyalty during the breaks between classes, who I'm sitting with at lunch... Being the me that my parents want me to be (or else) is very complicated, and even if I'm very good at it, it's easy to lose track sometimes. <Rauri> Gaze into the Abyss <Rauri> !r 2d6-1 <Krysmbot> Rauri, 7-1 = 6 <Yamifenrir> rip <Rauri> oh comeon Kyrsm, I can't tag anything for that and you know it : / Marking XP. Character sheet is linked via nameplate. Rauri fucked around with this message at 11:33 on Apr 9, 2016 |
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 Hot: +2 | Cold: -1 | Volatile: -1 | Dark: +1 XP: 1/5 | Harm: 0/4 | Conditions: Location: Homeroom I am siting here in homeroom and it should be the most mundane, ordinary thing, something like mental white noise, something you have already forgotten as soon as you're out. Just another part of another day in which nothing really happens. But that's not what it is like. Instead, it's so hard to concentrate, on the cold, on all the others around me, on Miss Mayne, so hard to not just to... I don't know. Scream, shout, laugh. And all that, just because of her. Kara. I have to smile at what's happening inside me - and then suddenly, just like that, I have turned around to look back at my left where she sits. Oh poo poo, I shouldn't just - oh poo poo, she'll see... But there she is, looking outside the window, with her pale skin and black hair and that look, like she's seeing... so much more than everyone else, something that I can't see. Like a pain in my chest, I feel the need to put my head next to hers and too see what she sees, know what she is thinking about. I know Kara is special, and not just in that weak, watered down way other people use that word, no, she's something that shouldn't exist. Or maybe just something you usually say shouldn't exist, because you go through your whole life not seeing something that goes against that same old, same old you call your existence, and then you convince yourself that's all there is to it - because if it wasn't, it would be your fault for not living life to it's fullest. But like that, you can tell yourself you did all you could, it wasn't laziness or cowardice or... apathy that made you keep in the lines, if you think there's nothing beyond the lines. But I know better now. Kara is.... she died, but she is still here. I know, I have seen it in her eyes. Okay, I also saw that article about how she was killed, but if that was all, lots of other people would have figured it out. Guess they're just blind - they can't see what I can see. I study her face, the contour of it and I don't even care if anyone is watching, laughing. I wonder what she's thinking of? I admit, I still have trouble wrapping my head around it and at times, I want to laugh it all away, shake myself and tell myself I am just imagining things. But that's just that thing inside me, that thing that would make me just give up and accept something ordinary, just because it's safer, because it would make this pain and emptiness I sometimes feel go away and with that become some... cog that can fit in anywhere, next to thousands of others just like it. But no, I won't do that, not when I have found something, someone who finally is something... real in my life. What is she thinking of? Not really religious but - whatever it was that made her remain, it must mean her, well, soul must be something special. Is she thinking about stuff that I can't really imagine - real, deep things that would bring a tear to my eye as soon as she told me? Is she thinking about the turmoil, the passion, the thing that made her come back or remain or however it works? I want to know all that and I want to brush over her raven-black hair and I want her to stir something inside me with just a look, show me what she became without all the... detritus of a normal life stripped away and I want to put my lips on her and my hands on her spotless pale skin, and I want her in my arms, pure and pained and beautiful and naked and her hands under my shirt and between my legs and... I blink. Whew. Got a little off track there. Or, well, just mixing two tracks that are heading in the same direction. poo poo, that allegory - metaphor? - doesn't work. I try to calm down a little - good thing I'm sitting, though - and sort out my thoughts. Yeah, they're all kind of a mess - I can't stop looking over my shoulder at Kara - but really, it is so much better to be in a little pain, be a little confused than to be... dull. Better to be alive than just, well, acting at it, just to fit it. Okay! Enough talk, or, well, think, how am I actually going to talk to her? Because I'll have to, and not because of some alpha bro bullshit, but because... this, this is the one thing that can set everything right again. Right? It has to be. This is the thing in my life, the big thing, the one I have been waiting for - the one that will make everything make sense. Right? ...but how will I talk to her? I don't know enough about her! Well, I know she should be dead, but that's not a conversation opener I want to go for. I could tell her how beautiful she is, how I am drawn to her, how I want to... ah. I will have to wait. I will have to wait, maybe ask someone else if they know something about her - or is she new to school too? I will have to wait, hard as it is and... Wait, did Frankie just ask out Gabrielle? Straight up, without any of the usual stuff before that, you know, small talk? Now I know Frankie isn't one to just wait out life in a quiet corner - his face often enough tells that story, but I didn't expect him to, I don't know, be so bold? But then, why not? Why the gently caress not? I mean, Gabrielle is pretty hot - and look at that, she's at the very least not shutting Frankie down. I have no idea what Frankie is thinking about, but I know what he made me think: if you're going to wait, don't be surprised if that's all you ever do. Okay, just... regular breaths, David. One final thing to distract me, and then I'll just... talk to her. One final thing, namely, I take out my phone and send Frankie a text. Even though he might not know why, I'm grateful for what he did. 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Hot: 0 Cold: -1 Volatile: 1 Dark: 1 Harm:0/4 Exp: 0/5 Conditions: Location: Homeroom Ok so embarrassing gently caress up aside, this is going well. Really glad she didn't pick up on what that could have meant. "That's great! Well it 'starts' at nine, but if you just want to see the actual thing you can show up at around nine thirty and skip all the boring stuff. I'll let 'em know you're coming so they should just let you in and there'll be a good seat waiting." I can feel my phone go off, but it can wait. "They've got me up against this Vandenhoek guy from some little farm town, I forget the name. I think I might have a good chance this time, got a good strategy down." I can see David talking to... Kara, that's it, and uh... yeah. Well good luck with that man, I guess. "And hey, if you're there to cheer me on there's no way I can lose." (12:43) ShootaBoy: Turn on Gabrielle (12:43) ShootaBoy: !r 2d6 (12:43) Krysmbot: ShootaBoy, 6 = 6 Wait poo poo, that sounded wrong too. gently caress! ShootaBoy fucked around with this message at 05:21 on Apr 10, 2016 |
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 Hot 1 Cold -1 Vol -1 Dark 2 XP: 0+1/5 Harm: 0/4 Conditions: Thanksgiving sucked. It's a stupid holiday in the first place, just Turkey plus Oops We Committed Genocide Against the Natives Day. I hate that holiday and I hate turkey, and... yeah, it was even more awkward knowing what I know, and not telling my parents, and of course they picked up on it, but they're convinced it's just me going through some awkward rebellious phase or something... which also sucks, but it's better than the alternative, right? Speaking of the alternative... 'Dad' won't leave me alone. I guess he figures that now I know about him, and magic, and all this bullshit, he might as well make me 'useful'. Useful in this sense meaning 'get dirt on Frankie', because yeah, Dad, I'm totally going to ruin one of the few friendships I have on a loving whim, by pissing off my friend's friend, just because he's promised some nebulous thing that 'Will make things right'. ...okay, I'll risk it. And he knew I'd risk it. So while everyone's settling in for homeroom, I pretend to sleep, and I think to myself - How can I get dirt on Frankie? [11:25pm] Nown: Gaze into the Abyss [11:25pm] Nown: !roll 2d6+2 [11:25pm] Krysmbot: Nown, 10+2 = 12 Marking XP, Lucid and Detailed; Gain 1 Forward to it Link to sheet is in nameplate
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Hot: +2 | Cold: -1 | Volatile: -1 | Dark: +1 XP: 2/5 | Harm: 0/4 | Conditions: Location: Homeroom My fingertips brush against Kara's when I give her my coffee, and it is electric. Do I see a shiver, even the smallest one, running down her spine too? Did I see that or am I just imagining things? But then, she... she actually blushes and drops her eyes and thanks me and now my heart is beating faster. Part of me wants to reach out, hold up her head, tell her she doesn't need to be afraid, that I know she's stronger than anyone, but the other part of me, well - it's a bit of a confidence booster, you know? And it doesn't have to be about some sort of 'blushing coy maiden' thing, although she does... kind of look like some beauty you'd see on some romance novel cover, with the perfect black hair hanging over the shyly averted eyes, but I suppose that would make me the bare-chested beau, and I'm not that ripped and... What? Anyway, never read any of those, only saw the covers, maybe. I am still smiling, and I have to force myself not to smile too widely. Then suddenly, Kara does... something with the cup. Wait, did her thumb just clip through... oh poo poo, there goes the coffee! I almost put my hands on the back of my head in surprise: did she just... phase - ghosts phase, they don't clip through, gently caress - through solid matter? This is... of course, everyone knows... people like Kara can do that, right? But, this is insane! And then I look, really look... and then suddenly, all of that doesn't matter anymore. I can see she is upset, that she didn't want me to see that - and it makes sense. I want to tell her that I would understand, that I'm not like the others... that I'm willing to listen to her and know what it is, that is inside her, that big thing that made her what she is. That I'm not going to try to run away from the... extraordinary, just so I can live a safe life. She looks at me, and I can see she is try to be withering, trying to push me away. Her 'sorry' is trying to be both dismissive and hurtful - and it does hurt me, but I catch myself and actually make myself understand. make myself appreciate the hurt - because that just means I care, you know? I care about what Kara thinks of me and, really, in a way, isn't this my fault? She has this whole big thing in her life and here I am, making small talk when who knows what is on her mind - such deep, tragic things she must think she couldn't share them with anyone, including me. How could she know I might be the only one willing to listen? And even as she's trying to be cold, she still looks kind of... tragic and, okay, yeah, kind of... hot. I just know I can't be mad at her. Marking XP from Excuses Are My Armour for forgiving Kara. "I'll clean that up, don't worry about it!" And just like that, I'm on my haunches, trying to wipe up my coffee with the wholly inadequate paper tissues I had in my back pocket. "I got it, don't worry. You didn't mean it." And she didn't, right? There is a moment of doubt, and I just have to look up at her and see it in her face - how special she is. That even if she did do it on purpose, it was, well, because of a good purpose. Ah, she looks so beautiful - suddenly, I have the image of me putting my thumb into some of the remaining coffee, the heat biting for just a second, and then me moving over to her and slowly... slowly brushing the thumb over her lips, her putting back her head and... sucking the coffee from my thumb and... <nil_> David Turn On Kara <nil_> !r 2d6+2 <Krysmbot> nil_, 6+2 = 8 +1 for pursuing True Love for a result of 9. Promise/(symbolic) string/give self? Whew. My mind just went further than that, again. Was I staring? I suppose I was, but I can't help it. "You have a lot on your mind, don't you? I understand." I look down, let my hands hang off my knees. I have barely cleaned up enough of the coffee spill. "Or maybe I don't. So many people say they understand, but so often it's because they think it's some kind of... obligation, like just pretending will help." I look back up and search out her beautiful, pained, deep eyes. "But I don't want to pretend." Oh, err, I think I might be moving too fast. You have to do this with, like small talk first and there's all these people around and.. argh! I had it, some sort of... confidence or just instinct of what to do, and now I lost it. "I'll get something to clean this up." And with that, I turn around. Real smooth. Now who might have something that could help me? Hm, looks like Sharona has joined the Frankie/Gabrielle team up - is he using some sort of special aftershave? Anyway, yeah! Caitlin, she might be able to help, she usually has, well, everything. If she has any spare tissue papers, it's probably hotel towel sized and embroidered and all that. I make my way over to her. She seems kind of out of it, but, again, it's homeroom. I vaguely realize it's a little bit like I'm dream-walking, with Kara always on my mind, because normally, I'm pretty sure I wouldn't casually approach Caitlin like that. I mean she's, she's... I don't know if I think it's superficial or not but she's certainly not like everyone else either. Not like Kara, of course, but it'd be dishonest to say I though she wasn't sizzling hot. I mean, noticeable. That's what I meant. And now I'm standing in front of her desk, thinking of that and not of what I should say to her, but I really should say something to her otherwise she'll think I'm weird and... "Your hair looks great. I bet that cost more than all the clothes on my body." Ah poo poo. Yeah, that was what was currently on my mind but... poo poo. <nil_> David Turn On Caitlin <nil_> !r 2d6+2 <Krysmbot> nil_, 7+2 = 9 Promise/(symbolic) string/give self? I break out into a smile, trying to play it off like a stupid joke. "Sorry, Caitlin." I make a dismissive hand gesture. "I was wondering whether you could help me, though? I spilled a bit of coffee..." I point back to where, ah, Kara is sitting. "Clumsy. I ran out of paper towels and well, did you have any? I don't want to make a big fuss, but I'd really appreciate it." I must still be, well electrified from being so close to Kara, because I start to reach out to her with my hand, to put it onto hers - but I stop myself just in time and put it down on her table, though still maybe a little too close to her. nil. fucked around with this message at 12:43 on Apr 10, 2016 |
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Hot: +2 | Cold: +1 | Volatile: -1 | XP: 1/5 | Harm: 0/4 | Conditions: Location: Homeroom I actually can't make heads or tails of my own schedule - there's some event my parents somehow input into my calendar that's nebulously taking up my entire day, and it's scaring me. From, uh, from what I can tell... I'm supposed to meet the person they've picked out to be with me, though. I'd explain how unfair it is I can't even pick out my own romantic partners, but there's no point. Either you understand, or there's no convincing you. Wish they'd given me a heads up as to who it is, though - or even what grade they are, what gender they are, what hobbies they have, etc. Surprised they're at this school, that's for sure. Still, it's not as if it matters - I'm going to have keep playing my role no matter who I've been matched up with, that's all there is to it. Minimizing my despair at my inability to have any control over my own life - which I am unbelievably used to, thank you very much - I'm somehow just now aware that both of my actual friends are assembled in one place. Both Sharona and Gabrielle are basically adjacent to me, talking to Frankie, and a part of me is beyond outraged that neither of them has bothered to ask for my opinion on what's going on. I mean, I can hear them, they're right next to me, do they think I'm an idiot? I should... no, it doesn't matter. It doesn't help me to let them know I'm feeling ignored Besides, they're not the only people that I need to be paying attention to. It seems David's approached my seat, and he's... talking about my hair? For the briefest of moments I consider that he might be making a blonde joke, and I positively bristle at the very idea of it - no, my hair's not dyed or artificial, it's both my real hair color and one of the only things about me that's authentic in any way, if he's making fun of me I'm going to destroy him - but it turns out he isn't. He's just being kinda awkward, which I sort of knew he was already. He's actually kinda close to invading my personal space... Maybe I'm a bit on edge, since I nearly jumped the gun there and decided to socially annihilate him. Glad I didn't, he's not all that bad - just a weirdo with bad taste, hence his evident affection for Kara. Seems he's desperate to clean up a coffee spill that he managed to create. It's painfully mortal of him, but I guess I can help out. "Sure I can," I assure him. Time to win yet another follower, and quite easily to boot - my parents would be Offering David something Caitlin thinks he wants - a Faerie Boon! In this case, passage to a place David would normally be denied - which I am interpreting as "a homeroom without coffee stains." Accept and get the gift + Yours Truly, refuse for a string. Rauri fucked around with this message at 11:33 on Apr 10, 2016 |
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Scene 1 Cont Frankie: "Listen kid I ain't no Don Juan or Casanova" Doc echoes in the back of your mind. At your blank reaction he sighs and mutters "kids.." "I ain't no expert on the dolls but even I can tell you your trying too hard. With a classy dame like that you don't go straight for the knockout blow, you've gotta dance about a bit you know the whole float like a butterfly sting like a bee thing. Dance in and out until you've got her right where you want her and win on points. I can help you out with that. It'll cost ya but nothing in this life is free." So are you going to take Doc's offer? Also Doc isn't the only one to notice your blank face. take the condition distracted What are you going to tell Sharona? Allison: You lay with your head on your arms feigning sleep despite the cold. Hmm Frankie. More often than not seen with an impressive set of bruises. Into boxing but not very good at it but really quite impressive in the way he can take a beating. Wait... the way he can take a beating How does he recover from his injuries that quickly? If you could figure out what he's hiding that lets him do so that could be some major dirt on him. Of course that would mean separating from his current pack of female admirers which may prove easier said than done. Your thoughts are interrupted by Miles leering over his desk at you. "Don't say you're interested in him as well" he scowls disgustedly "Women wouldn't know a real man if he appeared right in front of their face." He's obviously talking about himself what do you do? Kara: Wow, he's persistent isn't he. It'd be kind of cute if it wasn't targeted at you. Still now he's left you and gone to talk to Caitlin. Pretty popular Caitlin born with a silver spoon in her mouth and getting perfect grades. How the hell are you even supposed to compete with that? Do you even try or do you let him go I mean you were trying to get rid of him... Caitlin you try to rack your mind as your eyes scan the classroom in the hope of some clue as to who it is your parents have in mind for your romantic partner. It can't be anyone in there can it? But it seems your parents have quelle surprise been keeping their mouths shut and not given you even the slightest clue. Yet if you didn't know them better you'd almost say that they were anxious, nervous about the upcoming meeting. Ridiculous idea of course. But while your eyes are scanning the class you find yourself staring at Sharona. Is that a copy of the outfit you were wearing before the holidays? Do you find her imitation flattering or insulting? Either way what are you going to do about it? Sharona: You arrive just in time to catch the end of Frankie's remark "--if you're there to cheer me on there's no way I can lose" Hah thats a funny joke right he surely can't be serious can he? Still from across the room you can feel Caitlin's gaze settling on you, you've got her attention now What are you going to do to impress her while you've got her attention and cement your status? Gabrielle: So a fight huh? What about you I doubt you go in for any of that Marquis of Queensbury stuff but do you have any training in the martial arts or is it all stuff that you've picked up on the streets? Speaking of which he's obviously kinda into you Do you even have time for love and would someone with that kind of shadow hanging over him even be suitable? David: Well that's a bit more than tissues isn't it. How the other half live I guess. Do you accept Caitlins offer? She does seem to offer it half-heartedly as if she's distracted by something. Do you want to ask her if she's ok? Or do you want to get back to Kara?
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Hot: 0 Cold: -1 Volatile: 1 Dark: 1 Harm:0/4 Exp: 0/5 Conditions: Distracted Location: Homeroom What? No I-I was just wanting to have a friend there to see me get my first win, that's all! I'm just bad at words! It's not like that! Rejecting Doc's offer. poo poo if even Doc thought that's what was up then that means everyone's gotta think that. Aw geez Frankie you really hosed up this time, but good. First things first, Sharona. "Uh hey Sharona, not much really, I was just telling Gabrielle about my match on Wednesday. I'm up against some out-of-towner, and I think I got his number clocked." Why is she over here anyway? Wait...does she think I was flirting with Gabrielle too? Does this mean she's into me? Aw geez, leave it to me to stumble into some kinda love minefield. I think now's a good time to check my phone, might stop me from sayin' anything else stupid. I fish it out and check my messages. text from David posted:nice. tell me how it goes What? Oh no not him too! gently caress everything. This is the worst day and it's barely started. I swear if this gets any more awkward I'm gonna... go hide in the bathroom or something, I don't know. Well for now I guess I gotta keep plugging along, too far in to stop. "So what's up with you Sharona?" I ask with a little lopsided smile. (8:48) ShootaBoy: gently caress it (8:48) ShootaBoy: Turn On Sharona (8:48) ShootaBoy: !r 2d6 (8:48) Krysmbot: ShootaBoy, 6 = 6 (8:48) ShootaBoy: yesssssssss Wait no, poo poo! Frankie you stupid gently caress!
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pre:Hot: 0 Cold: 1 Volatile: -1 Dark: 1 Harm 0/4 Exp 2/5 Conditions: Location: Homeroom And then he looks up at me, lovingly, like it's all forgiven. Not just the spill but all of it. The coldness. Loneliness. Distance. Fear. Like nothing I've done matters and he accepts all of it. And for a second, I find my mind wandering. To a place where it's just the two of us. And we're laughing and talking and… touching. And our fingers lace together as he moves in closer, placing his finger tenderly beneath my chin to lift my head as he leans in for a kiss. Taking the symbolic string I blink, and he's back on the floor mopping, but now he's telling me things. That he wants to understand me, and he means it. And I believe him. And everything in me wants to shout and grab onto him and never let go. But then the spell breaks. He turns around. He's walking away! I'm suddenly painfully aware of the rest of the room, my fellow classmates who saw me drop the cup, Miss Mayne’s casual glance at the coffee mess. And all I feel are eyes, all on me. All on the dead girl with no future, with no chance at love or friendship or even just to be left alone. And then, making it all worse, is that David is now talking to Caitlin and he's complimenting her hair and now he's pointing at me and she's staring my way with an admittedly gorgeous hairstyle, something I could never afford and then even if I could, what would I say to the stylist when their comb glides through my skin and my skull and my brain and then comes out the other side? I turn away from the scene, trying to calm down with the reassuring bleak weather outside. Trees swaying. Breath. A plastic bag lifts from the ground and gets caught on the school's worn down sign. Breath. It's not helping. I can still feel eyes boring through me. My eyes are beginning to water and my heart is pounding out of my chest and nothing will ever be okay again. I need to get out of here. Kara running away 2d6-1 = 6 She fails Marking experience But it's just too much. My feet let me down and now I'm just sitting here and crying and everybody is watching.
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Hot: +2 | Cold: -1 | Volatile: -1 | Dark: +1 XP: 2/5 | Harm: 0/4 | Conditions: Location: Homeroom I was actually joking when I thought her tissue would be towel-sized and monogrammed but, holy poo poo, it actually is. For a moment, I'm just standing there, not sure what to say. "I was thinking of something a bit more... disposable?" Do I really want to take this? I mean, something like that isn't for wiping up coffee stains, it's just too... fancy. It wouldn't feel right, like I'm, desecrating something beautiful. But Caitlin offered it to me, right, so I should take it. Right? I admit, Caitlin has this... aura around her, I'm not sure if she's offering it to me but really, she's going to be pissed if I actually take it or maybe if she's going to be pissed if I don't. "Caitlin, I don't know if I can take this. It's too beautiful." I smile. "I mean, maybe if the coffee was more expensive. Way more expensive. And I was wearing some fancy waiter's clothes and..." I run a hand down my chest, imagining what I would look like in something like that. I mean, yeah, I'd be a waiter, but those clothes look sharp. <nil_> David Turn On Caitlin <nil_> !r 2d6+2 <Krysmbot> nil_, 9+2 = 11 No mechanical effect. Wait, what am I doing? I was here to get something to clean up the coffee - for Kara! I turn around, feeling slightly guilty at getting sidetracked like this and... and... Kara is crying. Sitting in her chair, not even hiding it and just... crying. A lance of shame and guilt pierces my heart and for a second, I almost break out in tears also. That was me, I did that to her. She was fine just a second ago, she was even smiling, blushing and now... now... now I made her cry. There is a small voice inside of me that is, well, not happy, but something that realizes that it proves that she cares for me too, that I have a hold on her like she has a hold on me. But most of me just wants to be there, to take in her pain, to have her tell me what I did wrong and just... hold her. I don't look back, rushing over to Kara without any further thought- because what does Caitlin and her towel and whether I should take it or not matter right now? Refusing Caitlin's gift, David takes a string on Caitlin. Up close, I can see the sheen of her tears and her despondency hits me again, like a pain, an anxiety crawling up my spine and... and... I have to do something! And in that moment, I don't think, and maybe it's good that way or maybe it isn't but I simply kneel down and... wrap my arms around her, hold her, hug her. This is crazy, I shouldn't be like this, I should talk to her, learn what she likes and all that but - but all this intensity, all this pain, that thing that makes her so extraordinary, special, pained, it is all out in the open and I just want to... want to share it with her. To make it better. "Kara, Kara..." I whisper. "I'm so sorry..." I have the impulse to... give her a kiss, not on the lips, but on her front. But I don't do it. "Tell me, tell me how I can make it up to you. Tell me how I can make it better." I know everyone is watching, but right now, I don't care. Right now, I am so, so close to her and it is... oh it is beautiful. My hand searches for hers, the one that dropped the coffee - and I don't know what it is, if I want to see whether it'll phase through my flesh too. "What can I do?" I breathe in, making myself remember what she feels like, what her hair smells like - for when we eventually are broken up. But not yet. <nil_> David Turn On Kara <nil_> !r 2d6+2 <Krysmbot> nil_, 8+2 = 10 +1 for pursuing True Love for a result of 11. No mechanical effect. And I have this crazy idea: that she'll tell me that she wants to leave the homeroom, with me, to calm down and then... we would be alone together. But that's just wishful thinking, or just Kara finally, finally being so close to me. nil. fucked around with this message at 07:12 on Apr 11, 2016 |
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Hot -1, XP: 1/5 | Harm: 0/4 | Conditions: Location: Homeroom "Uh, not too much," I reply to Frankie, even as my attention starts to slide elsewhere. Caitlin's watching me, and she's not happy. Maybe she's not watching me, but... she's watching this way, and is definitely not happy. I still want to talk to these guys about the fight, maybe try to figure out Gabrielle and, I dunno, get to know know Frankie a little better... but Caitlin is always goddamn priority these days. gently caress. What can I do that she won't think is crazy? And then I see it: that rear end in a top hat Miles, hassling Allison about "real men" or some dumb poo poo. Christ, could he be more full of himself? I was meaning to play with him anyway, and maybe if I put him in his place here, Caitlin'll appreciate it. I turn away, eyes lowering. "Jesus Christ, Miles, let her be. Not everything's about you, you know?" Shut Down Miles: 2d6+2 8 Condition swap! I'm going to give Miles Malignant Narcissist. Marked XP for rolling Cold.
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Hot: +2 | Cold: +1 | Volatile: -1 | XP: 1/5 | Harm: 0/4 | Conditions: Location: Homeroom For a moment, it seems as if David's about to improve my low opinion of him. He's not entirely bad to look at, after all, and there's a small part of me that thinks I may have been too harsh in my initial assessment of him. And maybe it's because I'm not giving him my full attention - having been distracted by the realization that Sharona's decided to start dressing like me now too, that's definitely an outfit I wore here a few weeks ago - but he's not irritating me at the moment. But then he turns down my gift, initially claiming to be unworthy of it before running off like an absolute spaz. He doesn't even say goodbye to me or anything, and as he runs off my eyes bore holes into the back of his skull. No one would ever say no to my parent's gifts, but he just turned down mine. He's crossed me. Of course he was unworthy of it, there's maybe a handful of students here that are worth even a second of my time, but I was trying to be nice. Mark my words, I'm not making that mistake with him again. Since David fled, teaching him a lesson will have to wait. Besides, it seems like someone else is in need of one - Miles has been harassing Allison, and Sharona's stepped in to put a stop to things. Good for her. Bet I can get Allison to appreciate what I'm about to do. Turning about in my seat, I smile at Sharona as if everything's going according to some sort of plan, then calmly interject my grace and poise into their conversation before he can respond to her. "Besides Miles, aren't your scripts more important than hassling Allison? Shouldn't you be working on one of them?" <Rauri> Manipulate Miles <Rauri> !r 2d6+2 <Krysmbot> Rauri, 4+2 = 6 Tagging Malignant Narcissist to bring it up to a 7. What does he want to leave Allison alone?
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Hot: 1 | Cold: -1 | Volatile: 2 | Dark: -1 | Conditions: None I don't really do uh... real stuff as far as fighting. When I'm transformed I get really strong from the magic, and even normally I'm a bit stronger and faster than normal. So I can get away with just doing kicks and punches and whatever like your average person, so I never did any martial arts training. Its, probably not the best thing, but it works and its not like I have any spare time I could have devoted to it, I'm busy enough as is! And no, I don't really have time for love either, even if that was applicable to Frankie! I mean, I'd make time if I had someone, but Frankie isn't that, sorry Frankie. Especially since he has some kind of shadow thing tagging along! Being around him so much is probably risky enough as it is, let alone getting all... close and personal. Far too much of a risk! Still, that doesn't mean I don't like him as a friend, even if I did start that just to figure out what was going on! And a fight sounds fun. All my fights are life and death super important things, but his should just be like... a friendly, chill, sort of... wild? Fight. Just two people fighting for fun. I'd love to see that! I took my phone out and I've been putting in an event on my calendar to remind me about heading to the fight on wednesday while Frankie tells Sharona about it. If she's there as well maybe I can get a better look at her too. She's still a mystery... I'm pondering when Miles starts giving Allison poo poo and I can hear Kara crying next to me. What the hell. Caitlin and Sharona seem to be going after Miles, but even so, I fire off a quick text to Allison. @Allie posted:need a hand? I stare pointedly at Miles' back to make sure she knows what I mean. GodFish fucked around with this message at 10:10 on Apr 11, 2016 |
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Hot: 0 Cold: 1 Volatile: -1 Dark: 1 Harm 0/4 Exp 2/5 Conditions: Ghost, disappear thyself. Nothing could be worse than this. Everybody is staring at me and I'm failing to hide my emotional breakdown and what is even happening. This morning, I was just a normal ghost girl that people left alone for the most part. Now I'm the center of attention and the sole recipient of overwhelming romantic interest. David, I... I really just don't know what to think about him. I've only had a few minutes to process all this and while he seems nice enough, I know so little about him and he's suddenly running all over and why can't the bell just ring so I can just get out of this drat room! All I can really muster is a weak sniff and attempt to calm myself down. Head down, eyes closed. Why didn't I just keep staring out the window? And then I feel him. Hands on my back. Arms wrapping around me. Chest pressing up against my hair. His smell invading my nostrils. His voice in my ears. And suddenly it's his voice. And I can feel his hands holding down my arms, and his eyes staring down at me. And the reek of his breath is bearing down on me. And I struggle against him but he's just so heavy. I sob. This isn't right, this shouldn't be happening! 13:18 Fergish Kara experiencing some Unresolved Trauma 13:18 Fergish !r 2d6+1 13:18 Krysmbot Fergish, 6+1 = 7 David gains the blamed condition Kara going to start re-enacting the scene of her death "NO!" I shout, "GET OFF OF ME!" I stand suddenly, shoving him off of me. He stands there wobbling from the push, and I bring my knee forward into him as hard as I can. "gently caress YOU, ED!" 13:24 Fergish Kara lashing out 13:24 Fergish !r 2d6-1 13:24 Krysmbot Fergish, 5-1 = 4 But it doesn't do anything. Instead I'm just leaning against him again, again smelling his reek. I push off and back away slowly, "GO AWAY!" I sob, "Just go away!"
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Hot: 0 Cold: -1 Volatile: 1 Dark: 1 Harm:0/4 Exp: 0/5 Conditions: Distracted Location: Homeroom So between Miles getting dogpiled by a few of the girls, don't know why and don't really care, and then Kara having some kinda meltdown, I'm outta the social spotlight. For now anyway. I dunno what the hell went down between her and David just now, kinda distracted by me being the hugest gently caress up in existence, but geez it seems like it's not a fun time for Kara. Since everyone else is kinda preoccupied I guess that means it's up to me to do... something. Please let this go better than literally everything else this morning. I move over and kinda grab David's shoulders, and lean down to his ear. "Hey David man, I think it might be time to back off a bit. Give her some space or something and let the girls handle this." Not loud, don't wanna embarrass him any more than this probably already is, I'm basically whispering in his ear. Then I start to gently but firmly separate him from the sobbing girl he's holding onto. (2:15) ShootaBoy: Turn on David (2:15) ShootaBoy: !r 2d6 (2:15) Krysmbot: ShootaBoy, 9 = 9 (2:15) ShootaBoy: oh of course (2:15) ShootaBoy: of fuckin course (2:15) godfish: hahahahaha Self/Promise/String from David
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Hot 1 Cold -1 Vol -1 XP: 1/5 Harm: 0/4 Conditions: That's... a good question. How does he get well so quickly? He's got something supernatural about him, no doubt, that's why he hangs out with Gabrielle, right? Just like I have these freaky changeling powers, and Gabby's a magical girl... So what's his deal? Werewolf? Demigod? I'll have to get to the bottom of that, and I'm already thinking up ways when my musing is interrupted by Miles. Ugh! What an rear end in a top hat! I'm about to give him a piece of my mind when... people just start converging on Miles, surrounding him like he's some stag that wandered right into the midst of a wolfpack. First Sharona, then Caitlin, and then Gabby sends me a text, too! I don't even need to glance at my phone to know her intent, from the way she's glaring at Miles' back. Not gonna lie, having so many people come to my support so suddenly leaves me a little bit flustered. So it's maybe with a little more force than needed that I glare at Miles, trying to take control of the situation while I still have a chance. Tapping into some Fae reserves to make him scared, even if he doesn't know why, to make him feel uncomfortable, out of place, like he needs to flee. Once that groundwork's laid, I only say a single word. "Disappear." That should give him the message, loud and clear. [3:55pm] Nown: Shut Down Miles [3:55pm] Nown: !roll 2d6+2 [3:55pm] Krysmbot: Nown, 8+2 = 10 Taking a string on him
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Hot: +2 | Cold: -1 | Volatile: -1 | Dark: +1 XP: 2/5 | Harm: 0/4 | Conditions: Blamed Location: Homeroom One moment, I imagine Kara relaxing in my arms, how me being close to her calms her down but then suddenly, I realize that's just what I want to happen, not what is actually happening. Instead, I can feel her tense, but in the moment, I don't know what is going on, so I try to hold her tighter and then... then she pushes me away, yells at me! She's enraged and in pain and I am... stunned. What did I do? I must have done something! I just hugged her in front of everybody, I'm such an idiot and no, it doesn't matter that that's what I wanted to do. The yelling, the violence of it, the obvious upset Kara is in... it hurts me, to see her like that, the thought that it was me that hurt her and, yes, it also hurt that she clearly wanted me to be hurt. To push me away, even though I'm the only one that's probably listen to her. Right? But a little part of me, a part I can't let show because people, because Kara would take it the entirely the wrong way - that little part is... excited. Because this, this intensity... it's something real. This isn't just someone whining about something of... no importance at all, and because of that, insisting it's important even more, no this is... this is it. Whatever it is inside of Kara, it's... real passion, real hurt. And I am part of it. She lashes out at me - and honestly, I am not sure what it is, whether I'm just too slow or still shocked or if I wanted her to hit me, but I don't try to defend myself. But she doesn't really hit me. It it because she's too weak or because she doesn't really want to hurt me, doesn't really want to push me away? "Kara, I... I'm sorry." I try to seek out her eyes, but she's crying, telling me to go away. I want to go to her, and I don't want to - and then the decision is taken away from me when Frankie grabs my shoulders - he is strong! - and tells me to leave it be, for now. That's.. that's what I should do, right? Frankie's move on Gabrielle went much better - but then again, Gabrielle isn't Kara - but still, he's probably right and... and he's pretty close and his breath as he's talking to me is tickling the skin of my ears and I can feel it. I don't know what it is, but I'm feeling... energetic, agitated in a good way, restless and... and I don't know. Like someone ripped open the windows after I have lain in the dark for who knows how long, and while it's cold it's like a new beginning, like things cannot be the same again. I twist around and throw my arms around Frankie, and only after realizing what I have done do I remove one arm to at least give it the appearance of just some bro-ish shoulder slap. I suppose he can see me being temporarily embarrassed, averting my eyes, but the fact is that in that moment, it seems to me that he must know what he is doing, just because he is so... strong, muscular. Like physical strength is just a sign of other power too, control, knowing what you are doing, even though that makes no sense. But still, I look back up at him and speak to him with a smile. "Of course, Frankie. You're right." Giving Frankie something David thinks he wants: Giving Kara some space for now. Spooked: When you run into someone's arms, they choose: you mark experience; they become their Darkest Self. <nilPhone> David Turn On Frankie <nilPhone> !r 2d6+2 <Krysmbot> nilPhone, 12+2 = 14 No mechanical effect. nil. fucked around with this message at 12:09 on Apr 13, 2016 |
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Hot: 0 Cold: -1 Volatile: 1 Harm:0/4 Exp: 1/5 Conditions: Distracted Drained Location: Homeroom David marks experience. Whoa, that was a lot more of a reaction than I ever expected. Did he just fuckin' hug me? The hell? Isn't he into Kara? Goddamn it this is just waaaay more than what I thought I was getting into, please let one of the girls get Kara taken care of soon. "Uh, yeah. Sooo I'm just gonna go now. Good luck with," I kinda wave my hands vaguely in the general direction of Kara, "that." And I make a strategically sound retreat to my desk. Totally not running away, no sir. Ok Frankie I think that's enough interaction for today. Maybe even tomorrow too. Let's just sit here quietly and try not to have something spiral horribly out of control for at least five whole minutes. Just five minutes of normal, quiet morning. No accidentally hitting on your friend, no finding out someone might be into you, no getting involved in whatever that was slash is. Just quiet time. ... Hey Doc, Sharona came over really quick, musta been almost right after she heard me talking, just talking, with Gabrielle. Do you think that means she's, well, you know? (3:00) ShootaBoy: Gaze Into the Abyss (3:00) ShootaBoy: !r 2d6+1 (3:00) Krysmbot: ShootaBoy, 7+1 = 8 (3:00) ShootaBoy: oh thank god (3:00) nilPhone: Haha Pickin lucid and detailed, taking drained. Marking XP for dark. ShootaBoy fucked around with this message at 16:41 on Apr 12, 2016 |
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Hot -1, XP: 1/5 | Harm: 0/4 | Conditions: Location: Homeroom Okay, so Kara just shot David down hard, and now David's leaning on Frankie, I guess for dude reasons... he looks okay, but I have a suspicion that he's gonna be pretty messed up once he actually thinks through what's happened in here. I wasn't paying attention entirely, but the thing with Kara was pretty bad news, and... Yeah, I'll cut the crap. I smell an opportunity. David's unreal, and if I can maybe comfort him in his time of... whatever's going on... maybe that means I have a chance, right? Besides, I can almost feel Caitlin's disapproval. I've been friends with Caitlin long enough to know how she feels when someone turns down a favor from her, and if David doesn't make nice, this could get really bad. Especially for anyone who wants to stay close to both of them. Like me. I sit back down in my seat, totally ignoring Miles (seriously, screw Miles, but whatever, he's dealt with). I fire off a pair of texts, first to David: @David posted:Hey, you doing okay? Catch me at lunch if you want to talk about it with somebody. I can't help but give him a glance, and then I squint a little, and I realize the other person stitched into my skin wants David as much as I do, probably for different reasons. God, I hate that, but... that part of me gets what she wants. Before I get too distracted, my second text goes to Caitlin: @Caitlin posted:Invited David to lunch. Hoping I'll figure out what's up with him and why he's being so weird. I'll see if I can get him to be a little grateful to you, okay? Invoking Temptation on David: "Your suggestions carry a preternatural power. When you convince someone to do something, they carry 1 forward to doing it, and if they succeed choose one: mark experience; gain a String on them." The Temptation, in this case, is "have lunch with Sharona and vent," so there may be no rolls involved, but still.
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Hot: +2 | Cold: -1 | Volatile: -1 | Dark: +1 XP: 5/5 | Harm: 0/4 | Conditions: Blamed Location: Homeroom Huh, Frankie seems to be in a hurry to get back to his seat - it's pretty clear he's not that comfortable with, well, this. I'm not entirely sure with what part exactly, but if I had to guess, getting a kinda-hug in front of the class is part of that. I mean, it was... kind of not sufficiently bro there for a second and, uh, anyway, Frankie might be a guy more likely to want to slug it out than hug it out. Or wait. My eyes narrow. He's not...into Kara too, is he? Telling me off but making it seem like he's just trying to help out? I shake my head. Naw. That's stupid. And besides, I just know that I will be the one for Kara, never mind what's going on right now. I smile as I remember her blushing when I talked to her, and without thinking, I turn my head to look at her, to maybe catch that smile again. I shouldn't have. My smile drops when I see her still crying, still in pain - and I'm not sure what the worst part is, that it's like I forgot this for a moment, or that the thought that I am responsible for this pushes it's way into my head again. I start to move towards her, my hands already starting to reach out towards her to comfort her and allow her to share her pain, but I stop myself. I should.... I should give her space, right? Frankie said so. And then I start feeling miserable, like I shouldn't have done anything at all, like I just made things worse. "I'm sorry, Kara..." I'm not even sure if she was able to hear me, what with the crying and me saying it so lamely and my shoulders hanging at my side and... I crash down on my chair. This loving sucks. It's like I just screwed things up, somehow. Although... I pull myself up. I'm not letting myself get discouraged. That's what they want - wait, which 'they' am I talking about? Because, yeah, things didn't go so well with Kara, but I can fix this. Right? I can, right? And her crying, that just means that... thing we have, that connection - and I know it's there, I saw it - it's not something easy, something tame. And that's not what I want anyway, something that safe, something where... nothing unexpected, nothing special ever happens. Yeah. Oh, a text? From Sharona? I can't help it, I briefly look over at her, even though that's what we have texts for, so I wouldn't have to do that. Sharona is - that other, that 'normal' part of me wants to say she's weird, but really, that's just saying she isn't like everybody else, that I could pick her out of a crowd. Still not like Kara, but... I don't know. Not 'smells funky' weird, but more.... 'exotic' weird. And she's asking me to meet up, asking me if I'm okay, which is... nice. It is. To Sharona posted:Doing okay, thanks a lot for askin. I wanted to help, not sure what happened. Lunch sounds good! <nilPhone> David Turn On Sharona <nilPhone> !r 2d6+2 <Krysmbot> nilPhone, 7+2 = 9 Promise/(symbolic) string/give self? I mean, maybe she can tell me more about what might be up with Kara. Although, hm - what can she really know? I turn back, looking at my hands in front of me, playing with my pen, rolling it between my palms. She could tell me what Kara likes, what she is like - but I know already that what really is at Kara's core, what is at the center of her, well, soul is something different, don't I? Something extraordinary, something that only she and me could understand. I try to remember to back when I looked into her eyes, really looked at them, after I had seen her in that article that said she had died - but it wasn't until I saw... something in her eyes that I was sure, right? My pen rolls between my palms, back and forth. There was something, something that can tell me how to... get back close to Kara. <nilPhone> David Gaze <nilPhone> !r 2d6+1 <Krysmbot> nilPhone, 10+1 = 11 +1 for pursuing True Love for a result of 12. MC: Question: How does Kara's nature as some sort of undead relate to her current freakout and how can David reconnect to Kara? Lucid and detailed; show you what you must do (+1 forward to doing it). Marking XP for highlighted stat Dark. Marking XP for Down The Rabbit Hole (looking supernaturally into ghosts), someone gains a string on David. nil. fucked around with this message at 09:44 on Apr 14, 2016 |
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Hot: 0 Cold: 1 Volatile: -1 Dark: 1 Harm 0/4 Exp 2/5 Conditions: My heart is pumping out of my chest as I stare at him, my throat ragged from shouting, my chest heaving as I struggle to breath. He's so close and he smells so bad and I just know that he's going to hurt me. I realize that my left hand is clutching at my head slightly above my ear. I sob. This is the end. Again. But then suddenly there's somebody else. Somebody... not supposed to be here. Not where I die. Not where he kills me. This isn't right. And I slowly blink my eyes and realize I'm in a classroom. Homeroom. And David and Frankie are standing there, holding each other. And pretty much everyone in the room is staring at me. I back away from the two slowly, as my brain begins putting the pieces together. David's unwelcome hug had somehow knocked something loose in my brain. Making me think it was.... that night again. Even just thinking about it brings back his smell, only this time instead of coming from David, it just appears. I shudder, then shake my head, finally putting those memories back on the shelf where they belong. And stay there. I turn and walk slowly, carefully, cautiously towards the rear of the classroom, put my back to the wall, and sink down into the corner until I'm sitting and hugging my knees. The room returns to normal, chatter breaking through the silence, and people return to what they were doing. As I peer out at my classmates, Victor turns around, and gives me a knowing wink. I bury my head into my arms, again, as I try to make sense of it all. Ok, so David likes me. That's a good thing, right? My mind wanders back to that brief glimpse I had of a possible relationship with the guy. Is such a thing even possible? What if I phase through him when we try to touch? I pause, considering... and what if he likes it? I shake my head. No, nobody could like that. Nobody wants a ghost around. Nobody wants me around. And I just yelled and tried to attack somebody just for trying to get to know me better. Probably better that, though, than him finding out the truth, I think with a grimace. This is just how it has to be. I sigh, sinking further into a ball against the wall.
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Scene 1 Cont Kara You're back there as the bat comes down again and again on your skin you flinch from the blows but this time it isn't Ed that swears and threatens you. It's David. Someone you trusted someone you thought you could rely on. You wince as the blows mar your skin take one harm. After what feels like an eternity but must have only been a few minutes you're back in the classroom. Crying and huddled against the wall.... David: If your suspicions about Kara not being entirely alive are correct then that means she died at some time. Perhaps whatever caused her death has left her with major psychological scars. Traumas. That sort of thing. Something you said or did seems to have reminded her of that. Hence why she cut you off even though you know you'd make the perfect couple. So all you have to do to get her to like you is to be nothing like that. Of course it'd be easier if you knew more about what actually happened. carry +1 forward to investigating Kara's "death" Frankie: Sensible move staying out of the incipient chaos. Looks like Kara's gone completely nuts for some reason. You block out the whole thing and put your head on the desk in the hope that everyone ignores you and reach out to Doc the way he showed you. "Listen kid I told you this romance crap isn't really my bag. I get my thrills in let's say other ways. But come on the whole time she was giving you the eye she was completely focused on the other guy. Don't look so disappointed kid she's feinting your way which at least means she might be considering more. Especially if she thinks it'll make lover boy over there jealous. Of course lover boy might not take it so well. In which case well you might have to try out that right hook of yours." Sharona's interested in David? Sharona "your just jealous that no one gives a drat about you" Miles mutters back he gives back the condition Insignificant just loudly enough for you to hear but not enough for anyone else to pay attention to. Before ignoring you to turn his attention to Caitlin Caitlin Miles smiles back at you. "Actually I have been working on a script. But I've run into a bit of a problem. See to pull this one off" he says pulling out a notepad liberally covered with writing and crossings out. "I'm going to need someone classy and with a natural poise and grace to play the lead role." Is he trying to sound you out?  Scene 2refresh highlights The school bell blares interrupting your discussions and ruminations and causing Miss Mayne's head to jerk up from the story she was engrossed in. She surveys the classroom and takes in Kara's huddled form and her face pales.... ironically enough as if she'd just seen a ghost. With a firm and confident voice she immediately interrupts the chaos. "Mr Winters, Miss Lazarescu please wait a few minutes." She says as she leaps out of her chair and hurries over to where Kara is still huddled on the floor with her back to the wall. She bends down gently to assess Kara and takes in her injury and with a face suddenly like thunder turns to you both.... Classroom Sharona: "Miss Lazarescu please can you take Kara to the school's nurse office to be checked over please. Tell her I'll be along shortly. And i'll explain to your next teacher why you're late." She leaves you to tend to Kara and then lets the two of you out of the classroom. All your other classmates are long gone. So it's just you alone in a corridor. With someone scared, weak vulnerable and hurt. What do you do? Kara Before you know it you're on your feet and someone is taking you by the arm out of the room. It takes you a moment to register where you are and what's happening and you break out in a cold sweat. You can't go to the nurses office can you? What if they find out you're not entirely corporeal? How are you going to persuade Sharona? David: The classroom door slams shut with a grim finality as Sharona and Kara step out. Leaving you alone with an obviously angry Miss Mayne. "You--" she snarls before visibly getting herself under control. "You mister are courting expulsion. You should count yourself lucky I wasn't looking at the time. If I can prove you have anything to do with what happened to her. You'll be enjoying a long stay with the CPD. Now you will stay away from her. If I catch you even looking at her funny. I will throw the book at you. Now get out of here before I do something I regret. It wasn't like that was it... You'd never upset Kara like that right? Do you try and offer any sort of defence or do you just get out while you still can? Halls Gabrielle: Jeez. What a morning. It might be you're the most normal person there. Which is kind of a frightening thought I guess. So what is the next class you all have? and what is it you're looking forward too about it for a change? Caitlin: As you head off to your next class you consider Miles's offer. Hmm you an actress? You could do it of course. But do you see your self as an actress? Of course if you're there it would put you in a perfect position to ruin his latest production and teach him not misuse your gifts to him... What do you say? Allison: With all the chaos around Kara everyone seems to have kind of forgotten about you. Even Miles thankfully. Do you like fading into the background or do you prefer to be the centre of attention? Still either way it's nice to know people are willing to stand up for you when you need the help. How are you going to pay them back for that? Frankie: As you head out of class Doc pipes up your head. "Say kid do you fancy a little extracurricular activity? See there's a guy here who owes a pal of mine something, and he hasn't exactly been forthcoming about paying up what he owes. Anyway my pal asked me to give him a hand. So think you can go and persuade him to pay up? you'd do the for old Doc right? Don't worry you won't be doing it for free I'll make sure you get your cut" So do you take Doc's little job? Is what sounds like leg-breaking as a debt collector the worst thing he's asked you to do?
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Hot: 1 | Cold: -1 | Volatile: 2 | Dark: -1 | Conditions: None Holy poo poo, it looks like I'd been paying attention the wrong person. Allison handled Miles fine on her own, but right behind me David was doing something to Kara, to the point where she yelled at him and ran off to huddle in a corner crying. Before I have a chance to do anything but take in what the hell was going on, the bell rings and our teacher steps in, sending Kara off to the nurse's. As I pack my bag, I consider going after her to make sure everything's fine, but Sharona is going with her, so there probably isn't anything else I can do she can't. ...Except I know Sharona isn't normal. But she hasn't seemed off either really... Maybe it was a miracle, and I shouldn't be suspicious? The two of them are already out of sight by the time I get my bag packed, so before heading off to AP English -which is almost always my least favorite class because its all about readings I never have time to do, but today we're watching a movie,One Flew Over The Cuckoo's Nest so its not like we're actually working (aside from the homework I can't turn in) and its supposed to be a good movie for once too- I lean against the hall outside the classroom, waiting for David to head out. He and I are going to have some words. GodFish fucked around with this message at 00:43 on Apr 14, 2016 |
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Hot: 0 Cold: 1 Volatile: -1 Dark: 1 Harm 1/4 Exp 2/5 Conditions: The school bell rings and I suddenly realize just how exhausted I am. And, in a surprising amount of pain. I reach up to the source, just above my left ear, and sure enough... yep. Big ol' bruise there. Same place as... well. Yeah. Figures thinking I was back there would bring about something like this. My ears are ringing and I'm definitely seeing stars, and I need some help. Luckily, Miss Mayne is on the ball - gotta give her credit for at least catching that - and calls over Sharona to take me to the nurse's office. I'm feeling increasingly weak as my head throbs from the blossoming pain. Leave it up to a ghost to get physical injuries from emotional problems. As we hit the hallway, I thank the strange girl now lugging me along with her. "Thanks," I muster. I don't know much about Sharona, well, even less than most. She's always been a bit distant... and a little scary to be honest. Like she's on the hunt, somehow, looking for vulnerabilities in people. I heard that she was kinda a bully, but you wouldn't think it looking at her. Thin and a bit scrawny, but there was definitely some sort of power radiating off her. To be honest... she seemed like the kind of person to take charge, to fight against anything in her path. I shrug, maybe she's not that bad. Plus, she is the one dragging me down the hallway to the nurse's office. Wait. Nurse's office. I can't go to the nurse's office. They'll realize I'm dead. I start to panic, but keep my composure. I glance over at Sharona... way too hard to read what she's thinking. I need to convince her to take me somewhere else... maybe the bathroom? But how do I do that? Better keep it simple. I cough a bit, then wince from the pain. "Uh, could we head to the bathroom first?"
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Hot -1, XP: 2/5 | Harm: 0/4 | Conditions: Insignificant Location: Hallway, with Kara Kara's pretty messed up. That's obvious. Every instinct my body has left is telling me that she's messed up enough to be easy. Just grab her by the shoulders, shove her up against the locker, tell her to stay away from David and toe the line, do what I say if she wants a drat moment of peace... but there's something else firing up in the back of my mind. Recognition. There's something in Kara's face that makes me think her fear is real and kind of, uh, familiar. Her eyes make me think of lying in the trunk of the SUV, getting frog-marched into the tiled room, living the last moments of my real life. Like... like something like that's happened to her, or is happening to her right now, or she's sure it will again. That's easy to exploit, but I -- I have to draw some lines. Putting the fear of God into high-school shitheads like Gary and Miles is one thing, but this kind of fear is serious. I breathe in, taking in air I'm not always sure my body needs, and try to stuff my hunger down into nothing for the moment. For once in my lovely unlife, it's time to try and be decent. It takes a few more breaths, but it begins to ebb, until it's buried as deeply as I can manage it: not gone, never gone, but quiet for now. Maybe I can keep my poo poo together for a little bit, at least. "Sure," I say at last, hoping my distraction and attempts at self-control just look like benign disinterest. "We can head to the bathroom. You're the boss, right?" I'm happy to let her take the lead for now, if she wants to. Otherwise, I'll make sure we're headed towards the closest bathroom that's at least a little bit private, even as I try to keep my focus. Hold Steady to avoid feeding on Kara: 2d6+2 13 Marking XP for rolling Cold, successfully ignoring feeding opportunity, taking +1 forward for the remainder of the scene Antivehicular fucked around with this message at 16:08 on Apr 14, 2016 |
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Hot: +2 | Cold: -1 | Volatile: -1 | Dark: +1 XP: 6/5 | Harm: 0/4 | Conditions: Blamed Location: Homeroom I can still feel the pen between my palms, and it's like I'm... zooming in on it, like I can see and feel every detail. I can feel it touching every single muscle in my hand as it rolls back and forth, the thinnest film of sweat on my palms from, I guess, when Kara pushed me away. It's like my palms and the pen are the only thing that's there, and the rest of my body is, well, not. Certainly not the rest of homeroom. And it allows me to really... focus on things, you know? I want to say think about things, but that sounds like I'm really working on some math problem, but this is, well, deeper, not mechanical - more like letting loose while you're dancing or what I think writing a poem must feel like. And just like that, things become a little clearer to me, and I could hit myself for not seeing it before: Kara is dead. Well, obviously, I knew that but, well, she died - and what does that really mean? Of course, some priest or something would be willing to tell me all about what he thinks that means but they are full of poo poo. They just don't know, so they just make stuff up, or worse, repeat stuff someone made up a long time ago. Not Kara, though. What she is, what she went through - it's real. And death, I imagine it's like some sort of, I don't know, a great transformation. Something that made her into what she is today, only, she can't talk with anyone about it, or thinks she can't. She must think she's all alone - and I think I at least get that, when you change, not on the outside, but the inside, like something in you just... withered and you just know, know that nobody else could understand it. I mean, at least sometimes I catch some music that makes it seem I'm not the only one but Kara? No songs about being undead, or, well, not from anyone who actually went through that. And so she has nobody to talk about, and then I guess somehow something I did reminded her of, well, whatever happened to her. And I understand that it's hard for her to see how... special it makes her, so the whole thing is just pain for her. But what did I do? Oh, I don't know - and I can't just ask her, can I? I somehow have to let her get me close, without, well, scaring her away, without repeating whatever I did wrong. Close enough so we can see that she doesn't need to be afraid of me, close enough so she knows that I want to... understand her and comfort her and caress her pale, prefect skin and have my hands explore her hot... I snap out of my reverie. Wait, what, the school bell? How long was I, well, away? My head swivels around automatically - there's Kara. Why the gently caress hasn't anyone gone over to her? She's huddled against the wall and seriously nobody has gone to comfort her? But that... yeah, that sucks, but it just means that it's true: that she needs me, that I might be the only one that could really get her. And I want to go over to her right now, but I can't, can I? But nobody else is, but, what if I make everything worse again? I'm about to get up - either to leave the class or go over to Kara, I'm not sure - when Miss Mayne's voice stops me in my tracks. That tone of voice - poo poo, that means I'm in trouble. I guess me and Kara and, uh, Frankie, made a bit of a scene, but nobody can blame me for that, right? I have to wait and watch everyone leave - then eventually, even Kara is lead away by Sharona and I fruitlessly try to catch Kara's eye. And then it is just me, and then Miss Mayne lays into me! She makes it seem like I'm responsible for what happened, like I wanted that to happen and that's, that's ridiculous! My mouth hangs open and I admit I'm a little... anxious - not the same as being afraid - because I could be in a whole lot of trouble because of this and, oh, what if Kara starts believing that's what happened! <nilPhone> David Hold Steady <nilPhone> !r 2d6-1 <Krysmbot> nilPhone, 11-1 = 10 Keeping cool and carrying +1 forward. My heart is beating faster, I'm swallowing unnecessarily, but little by little, I get myself under control. For a few moments, I just let Miss Mayne's tirade wash over me, like when I do when my Mom or, well, now it'd be my Dad is lecturing me. I let my face relax and just listen to her and let her finish. She totally misunderstood what happened, which honestly is not a big surprise. But really, I can't let her tell everyone I upset and hurt Kara deliberately. Enough people will believe it, even though it couldn't be further from the truth, and then my chances with Kara would be... well, it would be really bad! So I have to do this right. "Miss Mayne." I think I know what I have to do - I'm thinking of 'how I should play this', but that makes me sound like some TV character. "I didn't do anything to Kara. She was upset, yeah, but I was trying to be nice to her! To calm her down, you know." I look up at her and cross my arms over my chest. "And now you're telling me you're blaming me for all of that, even though I was trying to do the right thing." I play at being a little pouty, though I don't have to play too much. "And you just told me you didn't see anything. Well, and you certainly didn't ask anyone who might have seen what happened either, because they would have told you I didn't do anything!" I turn away. "Should be me that's upset here." I look back at her, move my head as if considering something. "I know you can't see everything, but you're being unfair." I put my hands on my table, as if to stand up. "Now can I go? I want to see if Kara's alright." <nilPhone> David Manipulate Miss Mayne <nilPhone> !r 2d6+2 <Krysmbot> nilPhone, 5+2 = 7 +1 from forward for a result of 8. MC: David wants: 'Miss Mayne will believe David that he had nothing to do with what happened to Kara.' What will it take? Marking XP for highlighted stat Hot. nil. fucked around with this message at 12:36 on Apr 14, 2016 |
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Hot: 0 Cold: 1 Volatile: -1 Dark: 1 Harm 1/4 Exp 2/5 Conditions: "Yeah," I wince with a laugh, "I'm the boss." Maybe Sharona's actually pretty cool. I start to warm up to her, even if she is a bit weird and stealing harsh glances against the few people we pass on our way to the bathroom. We get inside and it's blissfully empty, though undeniably quenched in the smell of heavy-duty cleaner. I let Sharona guide me to the sinks, where one faucet is dripping. Tip-tap-tip-tap. I let it ride. I stare at myself in the mirror. My eyes look even more sunken than usual, the dark circles underneath now highlighted in a reddish hue from my earlier breakdown. My hair is a mess - loose, black, tangled curls before I started running my hand through, searching for the painful bruise. There it is, a dark black mark beneath darker locks, marring my naturally pale skin made paler by that other thing. I gingerly touch it, and my headache throbs all the more for it. I sigh. Turning to Sharona, I take a second look at the girl. She's intense, to be honest, a kind of powerful aura rolling off of her like she's not one to mess with. She means business. She wouldn't let... Another sigh. "How do you do it?" I ask her, "How do you handle all... this?" I sweep my arm towards the door, and off to the side. "I don't even feel like I can breath sometimes in this drat place. And now David's got some... thing for me. But then he took it... way too far." I turn back to the mirror, anxiously tugging at my curls trying to get them back under some sort of control. "Do you ever get the sense that everybody here is crazy?"
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Hot: 0 Cold: -1 Volatile: 1 Harm:0/4 Exp: 2/5 Conditions: Distracted Drained Location: School Sharona's into David? Well that's.... yeah. Suddenly I think I'm glad she's not into me. I dunno what the gently caress happened between him and Kara, but a crying girl can't mean anything good. And if Sharona's into a guy like that, she's gotta have some issues of her own. Yeah I think they're welcome to work out their hosed up little love triangle on their own. Keep me waaaay out of it. Doc posted:"Say kid, do you fancy a little extracurricular activity? See there's a guy here who owes a pal of mine something, and he hasn't exactly been forthcoming about paying up what he owes. Anyway my pal asked me to give him a hand. So think you can go and persuade him to pay up? You'd do that for old Doc right? Don't worry you won't be doing it for free, I'll make sure you get your cut." Ok so confession time, this ain't the first time I've... done a favor for one of Doc's friends. Though last time the guy whipped a bottle at my head before I could even finish askin' him to take care of his debts, so I didn't feel too bad about roughin' him up. Self defense and all. And Doc does make it worthwhile, plus I don't really need to beat up the guy. He just needs to be convinced to pay up. Words can do that. So yeah Doc, I'll talk with this guy for you. Do I have to do it now, or can it wait til after school? And who am I even going after, for that matter? I lean up against the wall outside of my next class, close my eyes, and lean my head back. Not hard to act tired when I really am. (7:46 PM) ShootaBoy: Gaze Into the Abyss (7:46 PM) ShootaBoy: !r 2d6+1 (7:46 PM) Krysmbot: ShootaBoy, 6+1 = 7 Confusing and alarming, and marking XP. ShootaBoy fucked around with this message at 05:39 on Apr 15, 2016 |
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Hot -1, XP: 2/5 | Harm: 0/4 | Conditions: Insignificant Location: Do I think everyone here is crazy? Oh, Christ. All the drat time. The whole world went nuts somewhere around ninth grade, and I'm not always sure if it was me or them. I half-chuckle, raspily. "Yeah," I reply. "Yeah. ... I think everyone thinks that. Probably 'cause it's true. I think... I think nobody really knows what's going on, and most people are just faking it, you know? Faking it until it makes sense." That's basically an autobiography, except I'm pretty sure this is never gonna make any sense, or any sense I can live with. My eyes flick down towards the shiny tile. I shouldn't be here. That's what it always comes down to. I really, really shouldn't even be doing any of this. Even guys like Miles have a right to be there that I don't. I have to keep going, but... sometimes it'd be easier if the world just worked itself out right and I wasn't here to mess with people or get messed with. Everyone's crazy, but I know I didn't help. "... so, uh... what's up with David, anyway?" It's a stupid question, maybe the stupidest question, but at least it's not about me. "Do you two know each other outside of class? Or did he just... come on really strong?" He seems like the kind of guy who might. I don't know how I feel about that.
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Apr 15, 2016 03:55
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Hot: +2 | Cold: +1 | Volatile: -1 | XP: 1/5 | Harm: 0/4 | Conditions: Location: Homeroom Me, an actress? Unlikely. Firstly I can't imagine my parents approving - since it's gauche - and secondly, I know how Miles operates now. First he wasted my money, now he wants to waste my time? As if, my pretentious friend. "Hmmm, I'll think about it," I tell him, my smiling face a mask for the anger he conjures up in me. I don't want to refuse him outright, after all - it might end up being that I need to take advantage of his offer for some reason, and it's not like I'm going to get anything for behaving childishly and yelling at him. No reason to let him know he's going to be on the receiving end of my wrath soon... ---------- The bell rings, and it signifies a couple minutes of freedom between these dreadfully simple classes. Even AP English which I have next is too easy, though at least the teacher does her best. I'd finished all the works on the class syllabus before the semester started, of course in an effort to impress my parents. Spoiler alert: it didn't impress them. Anyways, before I head to that class, definitely going to try and talk to Allison. I bet me doing her that favor and keeping Miles from bothering her again means that she likes me more now - and she didn't even have to ask for that one, as far as she knows I did it just to be nice to her. So, logically, she's going to like me more - it's how about ninetynine percent of humans work. Offering a few of my friends casual waves as they exit the room, I sidle up to Allison once I see her emerge, as if we'd planned to meet like this beforehand. Offering her a smile so bright its practically sparkling, I casually brush some hair back too. Especially with this cute outfit I've got on (fuzzy black coat, a plaid scarf, long sleeve white designer shirt, and some comfortable skinny jeans) and the favor I did for her, I know she'll be more amenable to my overtures of friendship now. "Glad I could help you out earlier Allison," I offer graciously, then wait for her to thank me back. Love it when my plans work out! <Rawri> Turn on Allison <Rawri> !r 2d6+2 <Krysmbot> Rawri, 2+2 = 4 <Axe-man> ... <Rawri> :x
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Apr 15, 2016 05:03
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Hot: 0 Cold: 1 Volatile: -1 Dark: 1 Harm 1/4 Exp 2/5 Conditions: Faking it until it makes sense? Sounds like we have way more in common that I would've thought. I nod at Sharona. “I… feel that way too. How the hell are any of us supposed to even function? I came to school most worried about whether my Geology exam would cover microquakes! And now…” I poke absentmindedly at the dripping faucet, then turn it on a bit more and get my hands wet. I ran them through my hair. The dampness feels good. “Now everybody probably thinks I'm crazy and David probably thinks I hate him or something…” Mentioning the new kid piques some sort of interest in Sharona. Does she like him? “I dunno about David. He seems nice and all but I barely know him. Today kinda came out of nowhere, he's barely even talked to me and suddenly he's… into it. Into me. I don't even know whether I like him but it seems like he's… I don't know.” I desperately try to get a read off Sharona, whether she likes him or not. Definitely don't want to upset her… maybe it's best to be direct. “What do you think of him?” Frgrbrgr fucked around with this message at 20:07 on Apr 15, 2016 |
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Hot -1, XP: 2/5 | Harm: 0/4 | Conditions: Insignificant Location: "I don't know David that well," I admit. "I guess I've just seen him around? He just seems really... honest. Really intense. It's hard to ignore." I'm not sure if I should mention that one of the things he seems really honest about is expecting to, maybe wanting to, get hurt. It comes off him in waves sometimes. Maybe that's why he's so reckless? That honesty drew me in, but I'm not always sure how I feel about it. Sometimes I think I'd rather know people with futures planned out, like Frankie and Caitlin, people who have ambition beyond "get through another bad day"... On the other hand, people like that might not understand. I think David might. Kara, too. "... I guess the thing is, like, he seems really nice. Really, uh..." I can't just say he's hot, can I? That'd get weird. "Interesting. But if he's coming on too hard, you don't have to take it, okay? Just tell me and I'll get him to knock it off." Maybe with a fist. I'm not gonna pretend I'm a good person when the alternative means keeping someone else safe from an rear end in a top hat.
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Hot: 0 Cold: 1 Volatile: -1 Dark: 1 Harm 1/4 Exp 3/5 Conditions: I chuckle a bit. "Intense... yeah, that's pretty accurate. I think he just... acts before he thinks maybe. It's flattering and all..." I shrug. Listening to Sharona talk about David, I think she might be a little interested. I mean, he is pretty nice eye candy, and his intensity can be... alluring. Her offer to back him off comes as a shock, though. Her serious tone, it makes me question how far she would go. Even if it's to protect me... it's not like I'd want David to get hurt. Her offer scares me, to be honest. I'm suddenly coldly aware that we're alone in the bathroom, and that pretty much everybody else is in class. If Sharona does like David and doesn't like his affection towards me... she could do anything, alone in here with me. The temperature of the room suddenly seems to drop and I hug my arms together, trying not to think of that possibility. I avert my gaze back to the mirror and pat down my hair again. "So, let's just go to next period. I'm fine." 12:04 Fergish Kara shutting down Sharona for insinuating violence 12:04 Fergish !r 2d6+1 12:04 Krysmbot Fergish, 11+1 = 12 12:04 Rauri-phone Nice 12:05 Fergish gonna take a string on her marking experience soz Av
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Hot 1 Cold -1 Vol -1 Dark 2 XP: 1+1/5 Harm: 0/4 Conditions: When it's a choice between staying in the background and coming to the forefront, I'm always more interested in being the centre of attention! I mean... not to the point where I'm upset that Kara's monopolizing it, I feel sorry for her, but what could I have done? There were already enough people crowding around her, so I left the classroom... and ran straight into Caitlin, who seems like... custom made to overshadow people. I know that I sure as hell feel like I'm some scruffy vagrant next to her. (I know I'm not but it feels that way!) Folding my arms and hunching forward a little, I watch her warily. I don't know why she's so hellbent on getting to be friends with me, but it just rubs me completely the wrong way right from the start. It's beyond fake, it's completely artificial, and that's coming from the literally artificial girl. But... nobody else sees that, do they? If I call her out here and now, all that will happen is I'll look like a lunatic. So I sigh, and bite back my first reaction to snap at her. "I had it covered... but thanks anyway, for trying to help." There, formalities over and done with... but I'm not going to pass up a chance to have some fun while we're here. She wants me so badly, for whatever reason, I can use that. She might have the cute outfit and supermodel looks, but I've got her attention and a touch of magic on my side to make up the difference. "If you really want to help me out, do you know what you could do...?" I say innocently, fiddling with one of my bangs as I smile back at her. [2:20pm] Nown: Turn on Caitlin [2:20pm] Nown: !roll 2d6+1 [2:20pm] Krysmbot: Nown, 9+1 = 10 Taking a string and marking XP
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