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 Hot: 1 | Cold: -1 | Volatile: 2 | Dark: -1 | Conditions: Liar, Martyr "Oh yeah?!" I fire back, glaring at the two of them now, and knock Allison's hand aside. Then I sag, defeated. "Yeah, alright fine. I can't stop you, you two want to come along and get yourselves killed thats fine! I appreciate the gesture, anyway." I take a few steps away, wandering towards the nearest wall and bang my head lightly against it for a few seconds, putting on a show. Then with as little warning as I can, I pivot, and sprint as fast as I can down the road away from the two of them. <godfish> run away! <godfish> !r 2d6+2 <Krysmbot> godfish, 4+2 = 6 <godfish> oh noooo D: <godfish> (but seriously that's perfect)
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 Hot: 0 Harm:0/4 Exp: 3/5 Conditions: Distracted Drained Location: Outside the School Oh for fucks sake! Why the hell is every girl I talk to today obsessed with lying to me? Times like this I kinda wish I was a loner, less bullshit to deal with. I almost take off after her when I realize that Allison is nowhere near as fit as I am, she couldn't keep up with me going all out. And both of us insisted the we were going with Gabrielle, so it don't feel right to just abandon her here. Welp. Nothin' to it but to do it, I suppose. No time to explain, gotta do this fast or we'll lose her, so I don't bother explaining why I've backed up to her and and crouched down. And then there's no need to explain once I hoist her onto my back. Thankfully her reflexes take over and she grabs on to me, so we can get moving. "Hang on! No one's gettin' left behind today!" (12:37) ShootaBoy: Turn On Allison (12:37) ShootaBoy: !r 2d6 (12:37) Krysmbot: ShootaBoy, 5 = 5 (12:37) ShootaBoy: ffs Screw it, I'm spending a String and tagging Liability to bring it to 7. Self/Promise/String? Now we're off to help Gabrielle, whether she wants us or not!
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 Hot: +2 | Cold: -1 | Volatile: -1 | Dark: +1 XP: 8/5 | Harm: 2/4 | Conditions: Location: Hallway What is Sharona talking about? She wanted me to go to the nurse or a doctor, was that what this was all about? But why would she be so... intense about it? Did something else happen while I was out, like, did Sharona find me and thought I was dead and then she, of course, was really upset, what with how I think she might feel about me but then it turned out I was fine, well, fine enough, and then... well, then she went kind of crazy? "Sharona, wait!" But it's too late and she is gone. I mean, she was very... aggressive, but maybe she meant well, right? Maybe it's kind of like what happened with me earlier, everybody thought the worst of me right away without even considering that I meant well. And if me being hurt was what she was upset about, well... she was so passionate about protecting me that... Well, it was nice. But Sharona is already gone. Maybe I can talk to her later? If I'm still alive later, because she made it seem like I could die. I mean, would I notice if I had internal bleeding? That's what people die from when they look fine otherwise, right? poo poo... Oh, but what am I talking about? Kara is here, and she has her arm around me - her beautiful arm that is no longer covered by that sweater that hid the gorgeous shape of it. It's as if I can feel her every breath, in fact, like I can only breathe when she does, like our breaths, our hearts are synching up. She took care of me and fought for me and, and won! I try to make time slow down, in my head, so everything in this moment can last for as long as possible. She finally speaks and looks at me and blushes and it's enough to bring the brightest smile onto my face. She is so cute! As she looks away for a moment, my eyes wander further down and... not just cute. Oh no. Hot too. Uh, better get my eyes back up before she sees. Oh, the baseball team's training room? Empty? When she says there is 'other stuff' too, I swallow, because, to be honest, my first thought is a mat, and then, the next thought is the two of us on it and, well, I'm definitely feeling better in the picture that follows that one. But that's not what Kara meant, right? Probably. That's just me. Although, she's lowering her head as if she's a bit ashamed and maybe it's not just me? Oh, and she's into baseball - I'll have to read up on everything about the Cubs! Something is bothering me, though, something when I think of a baseball bat and Kara and what I know about her, something that doesn't add up. But I can't figure it out right now. "Oh, yeah, that's a great idea!" I want to tell her so much, but what I manage to say are only the most obvious things. "Kara, I..." I want to throw my arms around her, but I shouldn't, not after it went so wrong earlier. And yes, what Gabrielle said is also bothering me - Kara wouldn't think I'm some sort of. .. sexual predator, right? I look at my shoes, pensive - wait, is that blood? - then back up. "You were really awesome back there." It hurts me not being able to hug her, so instead, I take her hand in mine. It helps a bit. "I was really worried after home room, that I hurt you somehow and that now you wouldn't want anything more to do with me." My face twist and the thought literally pains me. Then I look into her eyes, and I feel better and I'm able to smile. "But you came back for me and... thank you." Now what do I say? "So, you're into baseball?" Oh god, yeah, that's... totally perfect, yeah. I feel awkward. "That thing with Sharona, I don't know exactly what was going on, but that was-" Don't say 'scary', don't say 'scary'! "-intense." Because I am certainly not still slightly intimidated and am certainly not aching for a hug. From Kara. "But like I said, you were pretty awesome and fearless and..." As if by themselves, my arms raise up - I mean, just offering Kara a hug, though I bet it's easy to see on my face it's really me that wants one. But, but I'd be happy just to go with her to the baseball team's training room, alone. <nil_> David Turn On Kara <nil_> !r 2d6+2 <Krysmbot> nil_, 5+2= 7 +1 from True Love (winning favour) for a result of 8. Promise / (symbolic) string / give self? Also, getting hugged / accepting the hug would trigger Spooked.
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 Hot: 0 Cold: 1 Volatile: -1 Dark: 1 Harm 1/4 Exp 4/5 Conditions: David struggles to say something, and suddenly my hand is in his and he's complimenting me for fending off Sharona. I stare at our hands together, dumbly. His hand is so warm, and mine are… were cold even before it happened. Now they are freezing and it's all I can think about. But his hand is so warm, and all I want to do is hold onto it tightly and never let go, and use that warmth to heat myself back up. To just be normal again, just for a second. To let him fill me with his warmth, to share in it. David is saying something. Apologizing for… how homeroom went. I shake my head, “No, you didn't… didn't hurt me,” I say, keenly aware of the bruise still throbbing on my head. “I think I just got overwhelmed… you've been giving me weird looks for a while now and I guess I just thought you… were going to be mean to me or something. And then I dropped your coffee and felt bad. Really, don't worry about it. I just… just overreacted.” And then he's bringing up Gabrielle and Sharona. “Yeah,” I sigh, “It's been a weird morning… people just change so suddenly. Hormones and other poo poo. Just gotta… try to keep moving forward. Get through the day in one piece.” He suddenly lifts his arms, clearly wanting a hug. I pause to consider, then just smile. I take his hand instead, pulling him towards the training room. “First, we patch you up. Then we can talk about… uh… our… uh… us. “ Promising to talk to David about their relationship.
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Hot: 0 Cold: 1 Volatile: -1 Dark: 1 Harm 1/4 Exp 4/5 Conditions: As we walk to the training room, I keep going over the morning in my head. Lots of it's been lovely. But David being here with me, even if a little... overzealous... well, it's worth it. Finally feeling, not only like somebody actually wants to get to know the real me, but might even understand. Might... accept it. This is something I have to do, I've decided. I can't keep living life by... by avoiding everything. Avoiding living. Even if he freaks out, even if he runs... I glance over at him, and he seems lost in thought too, enjoying just being here with me. I can't help it. The thought of bringing that much joy to somebody else... it's addicting. It makes me feel the best I've felt all year, like it never even happened. My eyes start to water a little, but I blink it away before David can see. Maybe hiding away from everything... that's death. That's how death wins. And this... this is life. David squeezes my hand. I squeeze it back. We finally get to the training room and thankfully it's empty. I usher David inside onto one of the beds and start rummaging through one of the medicine cabinets for painkillers. I find some and hand it them to David, "Here, this will help." I turn toward the cabinet, about to grab an ice pack, but then freeze. Lying next to it is a... porno mag! Gross! I quickly move to chuck it into the trash, the busty blonde on the front cover giving me goo-goo eyes all the way down. Blugh. Stupid athletes... I finally fetch a pack, smash it between my hands, then return to David. "Let's take a look at how bad Gabrielle kicked you," I say, then tenderly lift up his shirt and take a look at his stomach. A bad bruise is forming, burst blood vessels covering his chiseled abs. I gingerly place the pack down upon it, then look up at David. "How's that feel?"
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Hot: +2 | Cold: -1 | Volatile: -1 | Dark: +1 XP: 8/5 | Harm: 2/4 | Conditions: Location: Hallway Obviously Kara not thinking I'm some kind of monster - like, not the supernatural kind - is a win, because that would have been horrible. And not just that, she likes me too. I don't know how much, and I'm psyching myself up to maybe talk to her about that, but right now, I'm just happy to be close to her. And of course I feel safe with her, I mean... maybe not the 'in a warm room at night while rain falls on the window' safe, because yeah, that thing earlier was intense... But Kara had her reasons. So maybe not safe like that - but honestly, that kind of safe, sometimes I think it's the death of real passion. Anyway... I feel like I am right where I want to be. And I certainly can't get to a doctor right now! I'll just go later, if I still feel bad, and that way I won't ruin this with Kara. Hah, and people say I can't plan ahead. And also, Sharona might still be stalking the halls and... maybe she will have calmed down later. It was weird, it's like she wanted to be... obeyed. Maybe people usually don't listen to her, and that can suck, I can understand that. Oh, we're here and there is a bed and my thoughts go into an entirely different direction again. I just have to... play it cool. It's not easy as Kara helps me lie down on one of the beds, gives me some painkillers, though I'm pretty sure they are helping. I admit... I am watching her from behind when she searches for an ice pack, and I half wonder about stuff like if there's special requirements for clothing for undead and half just, well... looking at her behind. Which is a very nice behind. Something flies towards the trash, I automatically follow it with my eyes and before I even consciously figure out what it is my brain states one word: 'Nice'. Oh god dammit, this is not helping! Good thing I don't need to stand up again right now. And then, to make matters worse, or really, better, Karl comes over to me and lifts my shirt and puts an ice pack on where Gabrielle hit me and... and well, I'm breathing in sharply through my teeth not just because the pack is cold. Also, I'm glad right now I'm not some slub, I mean, my abs could be better but, I don't need to be embarrassed and man, this looks kind of bad with how deeply red it is. "Cold!" I force myself to calm down because really, it's not so bad and more importantly, I don't want to looknow like a whip in front of Kara. I smile at her. "But..." I again take her hand in mine, like I did earlier. "...I don't mind the cold." 'SWhen I am close to you' I add in my head. I'm struggling with what I want to do and holding myself back. What I want to do is kiss her - can she see it in my eyes? Instead of doing that, I put her cold hand onto my abs, next to the ice pack. I am feeling one of them a lot more than the other. "Kara, you wanted to..." She said she wanted to talk, but, I let it hang, leave it open. Again, it seems like we are all alone, here, together. just to go with her to the baseball team's training room, alone. <nil_> David Turn On Kara <nil_> !r 2d6+2 <Krysmbot> nil_, 8+2= 10 +1 from True Love (winning favour) for a result of 11. No mechanical effect.
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Hot: 0 Harm:0/4 Exp: 3/5 Conditions: Distracted Drained Location: Out on the Town Of course she's faster than me, I'm running for two here! She's probably also got a boost from her freaky powers or something. But mostly it's carrying Allison that's slowing me down here. Though there are some... very nice upsides to giving her a lift. Two of them actually. I uh... I think this can count as an apology for whatever that was with Caitlin earlier. Giving Allison a String. Anyway, I'm a bit relieved when Gabrielle eats it, it's not an easy thing to carry someone while you run! Uh, not that Allison is heavy or anything... moving on! So Gabrielle goes down and once I catch up, I set Allison down and move to help her. Yeah I am kinda worried about her ripping my head off, I've seen her fire fuckin' lasers for christ's sake why wouldn't I be worried? And I do wish I could just go back to class, hell I wish I could just redo this whole drat morning. But I'm not friend go and get themselves hurt doing something stupid all by themselves. So yeah, I'm going to go and help her up, hopefully she doesn't kill me for it. "Dammit Gabrielle, will you just stop for three fuckin' seconds and tell us just what has got into you? I just ran like four blocks with Allison on my back, so you should know by now that we're not gonna let you run off on your own! So pull your head out of your rear end and let us help you!" I'm being harsher than I really meant to, but dammit this is not the normal Gabrielle. Something is wrong here. (11:50) ShootaBoy: Shut Down Gabrielle (11:50) ShootaBoy: !r 2d6-1 (11:50) Krysmbot: ShootaBoy, 3-1 = 2
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Hot: 0 Cold: 1 Volatile: -1 Dark: 1 Harm 1/4 Exp 4/5 Conditions: David places my hand onto his abs and there it is again. That incredible warmth. And his abs are decent, not overworked like some bodybuilder, but almost cute in a way. I want to trace them with my finger, and then downward, sliding my hand into his pants and then… Kara rolling to turn David on = 6 Fail But instead, I realize my reverie is causing me to just push down on his abs, directly onto his bruise. I quickly pull my hand away. “Sorry!” He looks at me and asks me what I wanted to.... talk about, I assume. Of course. The us. I hop up onto one of the neighboring beds and pull my knees up to hug them as I stare at David. I sigh. “Yeah, uh… I wanted to explain about this morning. I'm sorry I dropped your coffee, and…” I trail off. I look at him and I have no idea what he's thinking. That same bright look. Always the same. I bury my head in my arms. Why am I even trying this, to make a connection with someone? I'm horrible at this. Frgrbrgr fucked around with this message at 20:29 on Apr 24, 2016 |
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 Hot -1, XP: 3/5 | Harm: 1/4 | Conditions: Insignificant, Blamed Location: Hallways Oh, poo poo, it's David Wilmot. That kid is nice, and I mean actually nice, no strings attached. Back in October, I cut Mr. Maslanka's class because I just couldn't deal with seeing that guy, it was a really bad day, and he gave me his notes afterwards -- like, made a copy of his notes and met me in the library to talk about class and everything. It probably wasn't a big deal for him, but you know how many people are just nice to me for no reason these days? Like, nobody. A part of me is screaming don't drag David Wilmot into this, he's a good kid, and another part of me is screaming David Wilmot is very useful. I've been too overt. If I feign weakness, I can play someone like a fiddle, says the terrible part of me that coils around my throat like a snake. The hungry part of me. I'm furious, but I'm also shaky, frustrated, weak. It doesn't take a lot of acting to stumble and slump against a locker, eyes unfocusing. "David? It's... I feel really bad. Can, uh, can you help me to the nurse? I..." I grit my teeth hard, like I'm trying not to puke, even though what I'm trying not to do is give David Wilmot the shittiest day of his life. My hand is starting to ache from punching the locker. I'm hoping I look as awful as I feel. If I can get carried to the nurse, if I can get David Wilmot really worried and afraid for me... that might get me back to myself. Or maybe the nurse'll just stick me on a cot and not let me up until I'm myself again, I dunno... Manipulate David Wilmot to be afraid for me/get me to the nurse: 2d6 8 -1 Hot, +1 for pursuing feeding opportunity. I'm not entirely sure whether Shut Down or Manipulate an NPC is best for trying to freak an NPC out and force action like this, but I figured since there's a "do my bidding" element, Manipulate was overall better. So how can I get him under my power, O Great MC?
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Hot: 0 Harm:1/4 Exp: 3/5 Conditions: Distracted Drained Location: Out on the Town I just got rocked. Was that a haymaker or just a good hook? Wait. No. No, I'm not in the ring. I'm trying to stop Gabrielle from running off and doing something stupid. And she just hucked me around like a drat rag doll. My head hurts 'cause she just smashed it into that wall and then the sidewalk. Ow. I gotta get up. Can't let her run off. (11:51) ShootaBoy: Hold Steady versus Gabrielle Induced Head Trauma (11:51) ShootaBoy: !r 2d6-1 (11:51) Krysmbot: ShootaBoy, 4-1 = 3 I make it to my feet... for a few seconds, then I fall down again. Jesus she really got me good there. I don't think I have a concussion, but I don't think I'm gonna be chasing after her just yet. Maybe in a few minutes. ShootaBoy fucked around with this message at 08:15 on Apr 25, 2016 |
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Hot: 0 Cold: 1 Volatile: -1 Dark: 1 Harm 1/4 Exp 4/5 Conditions: Of course he does. No sooner than I bury my head into my arms but David is there, arms around me, fingers stroking my hair. This kind of human contact, it's not fair for a person like me to experience. His warmth is overwhelming, each touch like an electric shock to my system. And then… a kiss on my temple, just below the still-lingering bruise. The feel of his lips makes me melt. I start to cry and suddenly he's taking off his shirt, trying to wipe away my tears. He tells me something that I half-hear, between sobs. He knows. I cry all the more. He's in front of me and telling me everything I've wanted to hear for so long. Somebody that understands. Somebody who doesn't care about what happened. And everything in me is screaming that it's wrong. It won't work out. He's lying. IT'S WRONG. But none of that really matters, does it? Because before I can even think, before I can stop to consider it, I'm leaning forward, lifting my face up to meet his, reaching a hand behind his head and pulling it towards mine. And now I'm looking right into his eyes, those same bright eyes, and then our noses are touching and our lips are meeting and this is the best I've felt since Ed killed me. The thought jars me back into reality. I stop suddenly, mid-kiss, and pull back. I let go of his head and push him away with my hands. I lower my head. “I… I…” I stammer, “I can't do this…” I start crying again, feeling dumb as we awkwardly sit there, David's arm still wrapped tightly around me. I look up into his eyes again. “I just can't!” I plead, mostly to myself, “I'm… I'm…” I can't say it. Dead.
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Hot: +2 | Cold: -1 | Volatile: -1 | Dark: +1 XP: 8/5 | Harm: 2/4 | Conditions: Location: Baseball team training room She actually reaches out for me, puts her hand behind her head, pulls me in - her at least a little bit of an initiative feels like a relief to me, because what Gabrielle said apparently still is on my mind, even now. But is that really so important? Everything is happening like I dreamed of, like I wanted, like I need. I ache for Kara, and every little touch of her lips on mine is a small, sweet, painful release that only pushes me on further and I want to reach out an pull her towards me and- And then she pulls away from me, actually pushes me away? poo poo! What the.... agh! I twist away my head, and I'm not even angry, just... well, frustrated, I mean, it's just, uh, biology. I put my head in one of my hands, the other still around Kara, and I concentrate on slowing my breathing and, well, get myself under control and not blame this on her or anything like that. And then I raise my head back up and now Kara is crying and apologizing and... this is confusing. Even more than before, part of me wants to comfort her, while the other part, well... wants something a bit different, a bit more selfish. Should I kiss her? Should I 'give her space'? Should I put my hand under her shirt? Should I tell her everything is alright? Aaargh! There's this tension inside me, like I'm about to rip apart and... phew, calm down, David. Just think of Kara - no, not how hot she is even now, with all her clothes on and how much I want her, no, not like that - and how she needs me. But... wouldn't that help her, to just be with me, or is that just the, yeah, me being horny speaking? Ah, gently caress. "Kara, it's..." I want to say 'not a problem', but I swallow it. "...okay." Why can't she, why won't she? Is there something wrong with me? Does she think I wouldn't be able to...uh, I don't want to think about that in detail. I shake my head, blink away some mote of dust in my eyes. She's trying to tell me why she can't, won't, but all she can say is 'I'm...'. I take a deep breath and gently put my hand onto her chin, look at her and complete her sentence for her. "...beautiful. You're beautiful." I slowly lean in, and repeat the kiss she stopped earlier. "And I..." I shake my head and smile sadly. "No, you tell me what's wrong? It's not.. not something with me, is it?" I push it away. "If it has something to do with actually..." I vaguely motion with my two hands and make them fold together, which is apparently the best way to say 'have sex' I can come up with right now. "...you know, we can... can find a way."
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Apr 25, 2016 19:07
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Hot: 0 Cold: 1 Volatile: -1 Dark: 1 Harm 1/4 Exp 4/5 Conditions: David's frustration is clear, and it immediately makes me feel bad. But... he needs to understand that... I'm not... I can't... do this. It's for his own good, right? He wouldn't want... someone like me. With no future, no chance of living a normal life. He... I'm not even sure if he knows the truth. I think he does, but... how could he? How could he, and still be... wanting to get close with me? He takes a breath and places his hand on my chin, and asks if he's the problem. I shake my head, No... it's definitely me..., but he continues, flapping his hands together. He suddenly looks so ridiculous that, I can't help but laugh. "No!" I get out between chuckles, "It's... not that. It's not you. Really." I place my hands on his, calming myself down. The sudden lightness has done wonders to my stress level, which I suddenly realize has been through the roof, probably all morning. I breathe a few, calming deep breaths. "No, it's me," I finally explain, "I'm not... normal. I don't know... how much you know. But, it's just not... this isn't possible, David. It just won't work. You'll end up hurt. I can't do that to you." I place one hand on his cheek, "You have no idea how nice this is," I say with a smile, "But... I... I don't want to hurt people. I don't want to drag you into my life... my messed up life. If you knew the truth... you'd run..."
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Hot: +2 | Cold: -1 | Volatile: -1 | Dark: +1 XP: 8/5 | Harm: 2/4 | Conditions: Location: Baseball team training room Well, at least I made her laugh, which is enough to distract me from my, uh, issues for a moment as well. And then she tells me it's not me, but her, and, well, everything's so different with her that it might just be true. She tries to explain why she thinks she can't do this, and she doesn't just mean us being together, well, with sex, but... at all. Does she know I know she is... dead? I want to shake my head, smile, tell her that all the things she is telling me are what draws me to her. That she is not normal. That she is an... extraordinary soul. And yes, that I could get hurt - because I do not want someone that is just... someone to not make the dullness of life more bearable by being, well, comfortable. I breathe in as the touch of her hand on my cheek sends a tingle through my skin. I need to tell her how I feel, as best as I can. "Kara, I... I..." I take her hand in mine and kiss the palm of it, look up at her with passionate eyes. "I know you're not normal. I know you.... a thousand others would just be gone, but you, you came back." I smile. "You are the most special girl in school." Breathe in. I place her hand on my bare chest, over my hear, and hold it there. "I don't want to run away. If I have to be hurt, then it's better than just...one day looking back at what I let pass me by when I could still... do things, you know? If I hurt, it's only because I'm alive..." I pause and wave around my hand because, well, 'alive'. "Not like this..." I pinch the skin of my forearm. "...but here..." I put the hand onto hers, the one that is over my heart. "And I know you're hurting but, but... that just means you're alive too, right?" I reach out, hesitate for a moment, then put my hand over hear heart and onto her chest and slightly onto one of her boobs. "I don't want to run away. I want..." Should I... should I do this? I have to, after all this talk of taking the chances while I still can, while I am still alive and young and here with Kara. Oh Kara. I close in, kiss her, wrap my arm around her back. "I want you."
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Hot: 0 Cold: 1 Volatile: -1 Dark: 1 Harm 1/4 Exp 4/5 Conditions: He takes my hand and kisses it, and I start to feel like I'm melting again. He gazes at me, so adoringly. And then he says... ... He knows. He knows I came back. He... My knees start to weaken and I feel myself sinking into him. He continues to lay on the adoration, and I can feel the truth behind his words. He takes my hand and places it against his chest, and then his on mine. He knows. I continue to lean on him, my legs wobbling, unable to hold me up under the weight of his words. Tears fill my eyes, and I close them shut tight. He sees my pain... and he thinks that means I'm alive. I gasp... I... could it be... how it works? I shake my head... no point understanding it. What's important is that he seems me no differently than he sees others... He knows. Then he wraps me up in a hug, kissing my head, smothering me in his hold. I sink completely into it, crying uncontrollably. He knows. Nil, p sure Ferro is going to switch the scene up, so I think just assume that's all the time we have? Bell rings, gotta head to class? Dunno. Ferro prompt as you see fit.
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Apr 25, 2016 22:29
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 Scene 3Too cool for school Crew Allison: You feel as much as see the hate. For indeed what other emotion could be stronger. Hate for what you cannot tell but it has the taste of hate that has been nursed for a long time. One that has been kept like a wine fancier might keep a particularly fine vintage. It pulses and throbs in time with your heartbeat and you half-see/half feel the cloud of hate move towards you. It surrounds you envlopes you. You breathe it with every breath you take, you breathe it out with every breathe. . All that matters is that you hate. Involuntarily your eyes lock upon Gabbi. It's her fault you are out here. Her fault you've skipped school her fault you looked so unfit in front of Frankie... what do you do? Frankie: "Well that wasn't exactly Marquis of bloody Queensbury was it?" you here Doc mutter angrily. "You're not going to let her get away with that are you. She's made you look like a glass jawed idiot. Hit her back and show her how it's done." She hit you she made you look like an idiot in front of Allison. It's her fault your here, it's her fault you got hurt. Would you hit her? or do you still have old fashioned reservations about hitting girls? Gabrielle: Both Frankie and Allison are glaring at you. Like they hate you. Does it matter to you? I mean they're not strong like you they can't fight like you. They're weak, pathetic, useless. A little voice inside of you though tells you not to think like that, that they're your friends that they wouldn't try to hurt you. Do you believe that voice or do you believe the truth? School Crew David: You hold her close as she sobs into your arms. But she isn't upset with you quite the contrary she is almost grateful, happy,. relieved. You could sit and hold each other forever. But then the bell blares for your next lesson. Where the heck did the time go? Still you'd both better get out of here before the football team shows up for practice. Do you insist on trying to stick close to Kara or are you worried that you'll get into trouble again for hurting her? Kara: Yes that's it let it all out. You've been bottling that up for a while now haven't you, Is David the first person you've admitted you were dead to? You could stay there forever till the bell rings out clear and sweet and pure. You are alive. You could almost laugh or shout with joy. What do you do now with this new found sense of relief? David seems eager to be out of here. Do you think you are up to your next class. gain the condition relieved Sharona: "Umm sure I can take you to the nurse if you want I guess." David says "What's wrong?" What excuse do you give him? The bell roars out almost making you jump he jumps a little more "listen can we make this quick I'm already gonna be in trouble for skipping class and if my dad finds out." He gulps audibly. Hmm interesting a vulnerability a weakness the dark and hungry part of your brain perks up. Do you exploit this? Blackmail extortion all devices to obtain power over people ones that you could use to extract servitude and fear from. What do you do? Caitlin: With half the class missing it was a rather dull and boring lesson. Still look on the bright-side it's all over now and your free to move on. Where do you think Frankie and Allison vanished off to? And why does Allison want to know about him so much. Do you know much about her? I mean she approached you for help didn't she is this the first time you've helped her?
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 Hot: 1 | Cold: -1 | Volatile: 2 | Dark: -1 | Conditions: Liar, Martyr Ugh. Its not like I'm happy they're mad at me, but if making them hate me is what it'll take to stop them from running after me and getting themselves killed then I can live with it. Or more importantly, they can live with it. The key part there being the live part. And while they're busing being angry and recovering from me beating on Frankie, this is the perfect time to escape. Allison is too slow to keep up on her own and Frankie is looking wiped from the blow, so, see later! <godfish> run away from unfit/drained friends <godfish> !r 2d6+3 <Krysmbot> godfish, 7+3 = 10 "Thanks for trying guys, I appreciate it!" With that I turn on my heels again and I'm off down the road and poo poo, I was almost around the corner when a baseball smashes into the back of my head. Gritting my teeth, I power through it, not willing to stop to let them catch up and risk their lives again, and keep on going, around the corner, down the street, and by the time they could catch up I'm around the next corner and down another road. I might have gone the whole way on foot, but with my foot hurting and my head aching like crazy, I come to a stop somewhere with no one in sight and hold one hand up to the sky. Around Gabrielle, time stops, or at least appears to the slow, light draining away from the world to form a shining star in the heavens, or between her hand, both at the same time. Her body floats up off the ground as the star grows bright and brighter until it arcs off, streaming into ribbons of pure rainbow starlight, wrapping around her body and encasing it like a mummy wrapped in the northern lights. With one last flash, it solidifies into her outfit, a final beam of light forming into the short baton topped with a golden star. Then the light slowly returns to the world, the Magical Astral Knight Aurora lowers back to the ground, and she lands just as time starts to flow normally again. Seconds later, I kick off the ground and go rocketing through the air, vanishing across the city roofs ... and land in a brief shower of sparks in a dingy back alley, in front of an open dumpster that is letting out a lot of scuffling sounds from inside. I take my scepter and bang it on the side of the bin a couple times. "Hey Pete! Get your head out of the bin for a minute, we need to talk!" GodFish fucked around with this message at 01:57 on Apr 28, 2016 |
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Apr 27, 2016 04:15
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Hot: 0 Cold: -1 Volatile: 1 Harm:1/4 Exp: 4/5 Conditions: Location: Out on the Town They're not old fashioned, they're common loving sense! Especially for someone who actually knows how to throw a proper loving punch! And even if I was enough of a shitbag to hit her Doc, it's a moot point anyway, she's off like a loving rocket, while I've barely got my feet under me. Goddammit. What the hell is her issue all of a sudden? She was fine back in class, now she's being a huge rear end in a top hat and running away from her friends. 'I appreciate it' my rear end! If she really appreciated it then she'd have let us loving help her! Instead she's tossing me around and threatening both of us. I glance over at Allison and she's all pissed off too. Good, it means we're on the same page here. God why did Gabrielle have to chump me like that in front of her? Bet that looked really impressive. Wait. Why is that making me so angry? I mean, I know I got no chance with her. She's so far outta my league it's not funny. I shouldn't care that I looked like an idiot in front of her. Something... something's off here. Something's not right. Doc I think my head's being hosed with, can you tell what's going on? (1:36) ShootaBoy: Gaze Into the Abyss (1:36) ShootaBoy: !r 2d6+1 (1:36) Krysmbot: ShootaBoy, 9+1 = 10 Marking XP for Dark and I'll have the visions show me what I must do, and I carry 1 forward to doing it and I'll clear Distracted.
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XP: 3/5 Harm: 0/4 Conditions: Yours Truly, Jealous, Liability, Unfit No! No she does not get away that easily! It's not skipping school that's making me angry at her, it's not the fact that I look unfit, it's the fact that she doesn't trust us, that she trusts us so little she won't explain, she'll run away or attack us like we're her enemies for not letting her do what she wants... And even though I know that there's something in the air, something affecting me, it wouldn't make me angry if there was no reason to be angry. It's only providing fuel for what's already there, and there's more than enough from Gabby's actions to justify my anger. She wants a fight? She wants to fight her friends? Well, gently caress it, I'm game for that! Casting my eyes around for anything I can use, I see I'm in luck. Someone left an old baseball lying around, and even if that's not much, it's enough to hurt if I throw it fast enough - which I really need to, because she's already taking off! Scooping it up with a snarl, I draw a bead and throw in a single swift motion at Gabby's retreating form. I'm normally poo poo at baseball or anything like that, but there's a touch of magic to this, fueled by rage and righteousness, dealing with a cowardly traitor. So my aim is true, and I throw the ball harder and faster than I ever have before - than I ever could before, and before Gabby ducks out of sight, she takes a hit, a parting gift. Something to remember this by. [09:40am] Nown: Lashing Out against Gabrielle [09:40am] Nown: !roll 2d6-1 [09:40am] Krysmbot: Nown, 9-1 = 8 [09:40am] Nown: BetterThanExpected.avi Dealing 1 harm. Becoming Darkest Self But that's not enough. Not nearly enough to sate my rage, especially since I can't catch her... "Coward!" I howl after her, after she's out of sight. "gently caress!" I kick the nearest hard object, which hurts, but I try not to show that as I pace like a caged beast, cursing and snarling under my breath, physically trembling with fury... AdjectiveNoun fucked around with this message at 22:09 on Apr 28, 2016 |
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Hot: +2 | Cold: -1 | Volatile: -1 | Dark: +1 XP: 9/5 | Harm: 2/4 | Conditions: Location: PE She sinks into my arms and starts crying and it's beautiful, in a way, that she can... be herself like that with me, but on the other hand, now the moment is gone for more physical intimacy stuff. I know that's selfish, but... Ah, I'll have to deal, because I'd feel like a real scumbag if I pushed further right now. And with what Gabrielle said... Ugh. So I just hold her, let her get it all out, and in a way, her tears flowing down my bare chest is kind of sexy on its own right too, as is holding her, heaving with sobs, with just that shirt and.... I need to calm down, think of something else. I stroke her, comfort her like that, kiss her head. I mean, what am I complaining about? I would never have imagined getting so close to Kara when I decided to walk up to her today in Home Room, so what if we didn't come together... like that? She's worth it and... and, I wouldn't want to ruin this connection we have now by just, well, giving in to simple lust and... and... and I think all that, but I still want her, and no thinking is going to change that. But... we're kind of together now, right? I mean, I have basically admitted I know her secret, how special she is and she... accepted it. So we're connected, she and I, by that beautiful and real thing at the core of her and the fact that I am the only one that understands her. Right? I don't know how much time passes, but I am about to gather my nerve for the tenth time trying to actually talk with her about... us, and maybe doing something together after school when I hear someone, a couple of someones, approaching and oh poo poo, I am wearing nothing on my bare bruised chest and I have a weeping Kara hanging off me! And how late is it? We have to go to class, or, actually, to our next class! I hurriedly talk to Kara, and she seems to have calmed down a little, because she lets herself be lead away by me - after I put my now tear-stained shirt back on - with me... holding her hand. And I have to smile at that the two of us, sneaking away, hand in hand. But, well, we have to split up eventually - because our next class is PE, and as much as I want to, me and Kara don't get dressed in the same room. But... where is Frankie? I wanted to ask him about what is up with him and Gabrielle and whether he knows his crush, if he's crushing on her, has some, uh issues? Is he skipping too? Or did Gabrielle also beat him up after wildly misinterpreting something? But no, Frankie is - I admit it - he's a lot tougher than me. And muscular and... yeah. I take out my phone. To Frankie posted:Hi where are u? PE class rite now thought thatd be your thing. Also you still into gabrielle? Because she might not be as nice rear end she seems. Heading out onto the field Oh, it's Caitlin! She was pretty nice earlier, maybe she can help me. I push up my knees and jog over to her, pretending I'm doing some other exercise, then start doing stretches in front of her because I do not want to piss off another teacher. "Oh hey, Caitlin!" Stretch left, stretch right, touch the toes - I smile up at her, I can't help it. "Did you see Kara in the change room? How is she?" Oh, that's probably a bit... she'd probably think I don't really want to talk to her and just use her for something, which can really suck. "I'm... I'm just wondering, because of earlier... But, how are you? How was English? I mean, I wasn't there, there was an emergency..." I put my hands on my hips and rotate my hips around, like I'm using one of those.... hoola-hoops, that's what they are called. That's an exercise, right? "Any plans for today?" <nil_> David Turn On Caitlin <nil_> !r 2d6+2 <Krysmbot> nil_, 6+2 = 8 Promise/string/give self? Marking XP from highlighted stat Hot. Uhm. I... I only asked to make small talk, because Caitlin always has plans and I bet she likes talking about them, I wasn't trying to ask her... to do anything with me, not that I would want to intentionally snub her but... man.
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Hot: 0 Cold: 1 Volatile: -1 Dark: 1 Harm 1/4 Exp 4/5 Conditions: Relieved Sinking into David's embrace, overwhelmed by emotion, by... release. So many days and weeks and months of just... hiding. Denying. Pretending. Just existing. Not...living. But then here comes David, and he's completely... here for me. As he holds me, as I cry, I reach around and hug him back. Eventually, the bell rings, and voices approach. I give him one last hug, us both realizing we have to abandon this refuge and return to... classes. The grind. I wipe my eyes as David puts his shirt back on. We exit the room and merge into the bustle of people heading to their next class. He holds my hand and I let him lead as the rush of students passes around us. Looking forward at him... it just feels right. Him leading, me following. This is what I've been missing, spending all that time in self-pity and regret, always thinking about the past. Being with David, it's like rewriting all that... like finally having a future. Like living again. I hustle after him. Time for PE. We break, but not without a firm squeeze and one last look into his bright, adorable eyes. "Thanks..." I manage to get out, "We... we'll talk more, later, yeah?" He nods. I duck into the girls' locker room and it's the usual madhouse. Clothes being tossed on, gossip being swapped, I ignore it all, still lost in a cloud of relief as I silently get ready for class. Soccer's today... I glance casually across the room, looking for the other girls from homeroom... not many here... I wonder where some of them went. Allison's missing too... I pause for a second, wondering... how would Allison deal with all this. She always seems so confident, so sure of herself. She doesn't let whatever skeletons in her closet drag her down. Today's the first time I've ever felt even partially capable of doing that. I put on a grin... a real one, as I think back on the morning. Maybe I can be brave, too, like she is. Hmm... she still isn't here. Gabrielle is missing too. I spy Caitlin as she wanders out the door. Maybe I missed Sharona too. I wonder what happened to her, as well, though she seemed... angry enough to skip the rest of the day altogether. Or, who knows, maybe getting a sweat on will calm her down. Personally, I think as I lace up my sneakers, I'm looking forward to actually getting outside, facing the strong winds from earlier, running them down. Feeling... free. For the first time in far too long. I take a deep breath. I'm one of the last ones left in the changing room. Still no sign of Allison. I pick up my phone and shoot her a quick text before heading out the door. To Allison posted:Hey did i miss you in the locker room or are you skipping class? Hope everything is ok! With that, I snap shut my phone, toss it into my pocket, and head out the door, ready for some soccer ball game! Did I mention how little I know about soccer? Why can't we be playing baseball! Frgrbrgr fucked around with this message at 04:50 on Apr 28, 2016 |
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Hot: 0 Cold: -1 Volatile: 1 Harm: 1/4 Exp: 5/5 Conditions: Drained Location: Out on the Town While I'm waiting for Doc to figure out what's going on, I can feel him poking around my head if that makes any sense, I can deal with Allison. "Well I can't exactly kick my own rear end but yeah, I promise not to be a huge dick and beat up my friends." Marking XP from Lure, and taking the remaining Bargins as my advance. She pulls out her phone, and it reminds me that I felt mine go off too. Oh. It's David. And he's still talking about what happened in class ugh. And who is he to say Gabrielle isn't as nice as she seems? Especially after what went down with Kara. I still don't know what's making us so angry, but I think it's fine to be mad at him right now. Text to David posted:It wasnt like that. And I dont think youre someone that can talk about people not being as nice as they look. That's him dealt with. I look at Allison and ask, "So now what? I mean, obviously we're gonna go after her, she's gonna do something stupid and get herself killed otherwise, but how do we even start finding her?" I stop for a second and consider my next words, "And Allison, I'm sorry for just grabbing you up like that. I just didn't wanna leave you behind is all."
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Apr 29, 2016 04:03
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Hot -1, XP: 3/5 | Harm: 1/4 | Conditions: Insignificant, Blamed Location: Hallways "I... I'm not sure," I say, acting like I'm trying to compose myself. poo poo, what am I going to tell him? Obviously not the truth... and then it hits me. The one thing a guy is never going to ask for details about. "... I think it's cramps. They're really bad, I don't know why..." I "stumble" to my feet, starting to walk, but trying my best to look like I could use some support. "... I'm so sorry. Of course we can go quick, it's okay... is everything okay?" I give him a wide-eyed, sympathetic look, even in my "pain." "... is there something I can help you with, too?" Using Temptation to try and get David Wilmot to tell me why he's cutting class. Blackmail material? Hell yes!
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Apr 29, 2016 06:00
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 Hot: +2 | Cold: +1 | Volatile: -1 | Dark: -1 XP: 4/5 | Harm: 0/4 | Conditions: Desperate, Superior Location: PE Today is not going as well as I'd like it to. Everything with David, having to meet whoever my parents are matching me with, Allison and Frankie being so ungrateful, AP English being a boring moving and everyone skipping it not mattering, and to top things off I have PE today. I hate PE, and I hate the Coach, since he's a tool that belongs to my parents - and unlike me, he probably had a choice about it. Still, I'm preforming my social role - top of the totem pole - when David approaches me, and I have everyone I'd been talking to make themselves scarce. Seems he's back to request another favor, having rejected the earlier one I offered him. Bet he's just here to entice another one, then turn it down too, to try and make me foolish or something - but I won't let him. I already told you I'm done dealing with him, even if he is gyrating himself at me. It's painful human of him. Don't get me wrong, I'm technically human too, but I'm... I'm better than doing something like that. "Of course I saw Kara, she's fine," I tell him, since the first is certainly true and the second seemed to be. There's only one girl's locker room, we both obviously changed there (though, of course, she probably changed in a corner while I changed in the middle of the room, since unlike her I have nothing to be ashamed of appearance-wise) and from what little attention I paid her, she seemed alright I suppose. Giving David what he wanted, a truthful answer to his question about Kara. Crossing my arms imperiously and glaring at him, I'd glance down at my watch for emphasis about the importance of time if I was lame enough to wear a watch, so instead I just tap my foot impatiently. "And of course I have plans, but they certainly don't involve you." <Rauri> Shut Down David <Rauri> !r 2d6+1 <Krysmbot> Rauri, 4+1 = 5 <KittyEmpress> rekt <KittyEmpress> no successes for you This implausible string of failures is getting to me. Marking XP. Marching away from him across the sidelines of the soccer field having gotten the last word, I respond to a text, and also send one of my own... txt to Allison posted:Yeah I'll help, since I'm generous - do you really want me to, though? You can always just tell people I offered and that you turned me down if it'll save us both time. txt to Gabrielle posted:Why'd you skip class earlier? Hard to have a social life if you're stuck in detention. I can cover for you, of course... also, heads up, Allison is looking for you. Rauri fucked around with this message at 08:31 on Apr 29, 2016 |
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Apr 29, 2016 08:23
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Hot: 1 | Cold: -1 | Volatile: 2 | Dark: -1 | Conditions: Liar, Martyr, Yours Truly It sounds like my phone is blowing up while I'm in the middle of banging on the bin. So I give it one last kick and a yell for Pete to get his stinky rear end out of there, and pull my phone out to check it while I wait. Figure I'll give him until I've read them to come out before I get into the trash myself to pull him out. @Allison posted:lol @Caitlin posted:beat up david a bit for being a creep at Kara so I left before I could get in trouble I sigh, staring at the messages. So she's still trying to find me... why would Caitlin know Allison is looking for me? Did Caitlin skip too, but no she'd have to be at school to cover for me... So Allison asked her where I was? But why would she think Caitlin would know? @Caitlin posted:if allison asks im at the mall, thanks @Allison posted:stop looking for me "Alright, times up Pete!" Allison gets +1 forward to trying to figure out what Frankie's magic is, if she tries.
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Apr 29, 2016 09:31
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Hot: +2 | Cold: -1 | Volatile: -1 | Dark: +1 XP: 4/5 | Harm: 2/4 | Conditions: Location: PE Picking 'Mess With Me, Mess With Him / Them' as an advance. Sorry for delaying. I'm not sure what to think of Caitlin sending away her, uh, personal Caitlin-clique when she sees me approaching, if that's meant to be nice, because we can speak in private without her having to show off to her 'friends' or whether it's not so nice, like she embarrassed to be seen talking with me. Well, I'll find out in just a second. Maybe I'm just paranoid, Caitlin was pretty nice earlier with that outrageously fancy towel, so, here's to hoping, right? Oh. My face drops when she starts talking, or really, even before, when she draws herself up to talk to me, just giving me a look like I'm... beneath her. I mean, if you take bullshit like who's the most popular or rich or anything, I suppose I'd be beneath her, but that's not really... that's all bullshit! Who does she think she is? Everybody thinks they can just push me around - Miss Mayne because she's a teacher, Gabrielle because she's stronger, Sharona because she's... I'm still not sure what was going on with Sharona. And now Caitlin?! She's looking at me like I'm wasting her time, and like I'm doing it intentionally, and how dare I? I... I mean, seriously? I was just trying to make conversation! "I don't know where you get off but..." I have raised my finger and moved in on Caitlin and... and what am I doing? I shouldn't get so angry because this, this is just stupid. Actually, now that I think about it, really, really stupid. What if Kara sees me like this? The coach? Everybody already thinks I'm some kind of rear end in a top hat and... Hm. I just had a thought. If everybody thinks I'm an rear end in a top hat, I should definitely not piss off the closest thing to our class' public opinion leader. And beside all that... I don't really want to make someone else my enemy with again not really knowing why they're pissed at me. I lower my finger, back off and look at my feet for a second, and I don't need to fake feeling a little embarrassed. "Uh..." I look back up and, how should I explain it to her? Also, man, she looks good, I'm still all, well, fired up and all those mentions of the girls' lockers got me thinking about.... damnit! Well, at least that helped with not being so angry at her anymore? Wait, where is she going? Did she just simply walk away? What is everyone's deal today? But I'm not giving up so easily. Instead, I jog after her - just doing exercises, after all - and continue talking to her while she... texts. "This is about what happened in homeroom, right?" I scratch the back of my neck, and it somehow seems I look up at her even though she's not really taller then me. "Listen, that wasn't what everybody thought it was! I've talked with Kara, and it's okay, she was just... upset. And now everybody thinks I'm to blame, without even bothering to ask me or Kara and..." While talking, my voice has grown sullen and I lamely kick at the ground - I mean, not stomping, jeez, but like I'm extremely lazily kicking a soccer ball. "...and it's not fair." I make myself cheer up - because while it is unfair, I'm pretty sure there's a good chance Caitlin doesn't care about that. "And I thought because you were so nice and quick to help with that towel earlier, that at least you'd be willing to listen to me and..." I shrug. Maybe she's just on edge, just like everyone seems to be on edge today? Kara really looked like nothing could help her, like nothing could make things better earlier today and, well, look how that turned out. And just the memory of that makes me break out in a genuine smile, and I'm positively beaming at Caitlin. I mean, she probably has her reasons, right? <nil_> Turn On Caitlin <nil_> !r 2d6+2 <Krysmbot> nil_, 10+2 = 12 David takes a string on Caitlin. Or, I don't know. Without warning, that smile and that good feeling is gone again. Maybe she'll just yell at me. I admit, this whole thing has taken the wind out of my sails a bit, and again I look around for Kara, because I know that just seeing her will make me cheer up again. No luck though. Oh, my phone is buzzing? Oh, yeah, I have my phone with me even during soccer practice, but don't worry, it's protected from falls and all that. I mean, if it got broken it would suck extremely, but what if Kara sent me a text and I'd only be able to read and reply afterwards? "One moment, Caitlin." I take out the phone and... oh. Now Frankie is laying into me too, for... some reason. I just type up what first comes to mind without really thinking. To Frankie posted:: ( I cheer up, and just decide to give Frankie the benefit of the doubt. He's my friend, right? To Frankie posted:Sorry. Everyone just assumed wich I know can suck. Same thing happened wit me n kara, so I know how u feel. You can tell m about it if you want? To Frankie posted:Same thing with me n kara I mean that I made her cry. Thats not true and everbody is jst assuming. Not that I'm into kara : D To Frankie posted:And thnks for saying I look nice. Although rite now I am rocking more of the bruised tough guy look u usually do, thanks to gabriele. Actually can u take a look at that tell me if its serius? <nil_> Turn On Frankie <nil_> !r 2d6+2 <Krysmbot> nil_, 9+2 = 11 No mechanical effect. nil. fucked around with this message at 13:07 on Apr 29, 2016 |
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Apr 29, 2016 10:11
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Hot: 0 Cold: 1 Volatile: -1 Dark: 1 Harm 1/4 Exp 4/5 Conditions: Relieved My phone buzzes as I head out the door. It's Allison... whoa, Gabs is on the warpath! To Allison posted:Whoa! That's crazy, she attacked david too. Where are you guys? Of course ill stay safe, were in pe right now. promise! I slip my phone into my pocket and hit the field. First things first... where's David? Oh, there he is, chasing after Caitlin again for some reason... For a second my gut tightens, why is he always going to her? Does he like her? I shake my head. No, I was wrong last time. And it... wasn't good. I steel myself - if he's talking to her, he must have a good reason. I stroll out onto the soccer field. Most of the students are just milling about talking. I stand awkwardly... without any friends out here, and David preoccupied... what am I supposed to do? This school is, like, really bad. I probably won't get into a good college.
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Apr 29, 2016 18:48
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Hot: 0 Harm: 1/4 Exp: 1/5 Conditions: Drained Location: Out on the Town Saying he looks nice? What? And now he's sending me pics that belong on fuckin' hookup sites. What the gently caress is wrong with this guy? One second he's talking about being into Kara, if I had her number I'd tell her to fuckin' run right about now, and the next he's coming onto me in the least subtle way outside of well... you know. Suddenly I realize why girls hate it when guys just randomly send them dick pics. Ugh. I'm kinda wishing I hadn't helped him out this morning, he's really come across as a pretty huge creep since then. Text to David posted:No just no. Im gonna do us both a favor and completely ignore that last text. If you have any kind of shame you will too. Forever. (10:58) ShootaBoy: Cmon Frankie, succeed on something that isn't a gaze (10:58) ShootaBoy: Shut Down David (10:58) ShootaBoy: !r 2d6-1 (10:58) Krysmbot: ShootaBoy, 5-1 = 4 XP for Cold at least. Hopefully that will stop the creep train. Probably not though, knowing my luck.
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Apr 29, 2016 19:02
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Hot: +2 | Cold: -1 | Volatile: -1 | Dark: +1 XP: 4/5 | Harm: 2/4 | Conditions: Location: PE What no, no no no, that's not what I meant! Why do people just keep misunderstanding everything I am doing today? I feel like just dropping my phone onto the ground, get on my haunches, bury my head in my hands. Maybe breathe in deeply, or maybe scream, or, I don't know. Instead, I am just staring at the text from Frankie, because that one doesn't leave any space for interpretation. And at that thought, I start to really feel miserable - because it's me that screwed that one up, isn't it? I sent him that picture and now that I look at it again, it doesn't look very... medical. But I didn't meant to... with Caitlin laying into me I just wanted to... <nil__> David Hold Steady <nil__> !r 2d6-1 <Krysmbot> nil__, 5-1 = 4 MC: Hard Move. I can't do this! Why doesn't anyone even try to understand? I throw up my hands and let out an audible groan - is Caitlin even still around? I, I have to do something, I can't just leave things like that! I again take out my phone and write up another text, half in a panic. To Frankie posted:Frankie Im sorry thats not how I meant that so sory I didnt think gabrile kicked me and I just wanted to know if it was seriuos but I wont bother you again To Frankie posted:Can I make it up to yu? I thught we could be friends, bt now : \
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Apr 29, 2016 19:32
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Scene 3 continued: On the mean streets of Chicago Gabrielle: "I'm coming I'm coming satan can't a guy get some privacy and the chance to enjoy a meal in peace." You hear him talking to himself as you wait. Finally he sticks his head up covered in something green that you probably don't want to know the origin of. Especially given the smell that comes off him. Still this isn't a social call is it. His eyes narrow until they settle on you. "Oh poo poo it's you. What the hell do you want." Not exactly the most friendly welcome you've had. "You really think i'm going to help you after what you did to me last time. get lost kid whatever it is can wait. There's a pineapple pizza with only a few rat droppings on it here with my name on it." What did happen the last time you questioned him? and what are you going to do to him this time to get the answers you need? Frankie:: "drat kid someone's messing with your head." Doc sighs "It's just one thing after another isn't it. Whoever did this has serious mystical mojo. Although if I had to guess your long gone lady friend was the real target and you were just the guy in the way. Still to manage something like that they'd need something of yours. Lost any personal possessions lately?" Well have you? Also do you warn Allison about what's going on? After all if you are being hit by this kinda mental beat-down so is she likely she certainly looks angry enough from it. Also there's still David's grovelling to worry about what will you do about that? Allison: Is Gabrielle threatening you? What do you make of the rest of the bullshit she's trying to fob you off with. Still you do need to find out more about Frankie don't you? Which promise is more important to you now? Is this the first time you've been caught in a bind between two promises? On the mean playing fields of Chicago David: Well that's rough isn't it. Seems like no one wants anything to do with you. gain the condition outcast You seem to be getting dirty looks from all sides like everyone's heard about you and Kara by now. You're going to have to try and do something big and impressive to earn back some respect from your classmates aren't you? Do you have any ideas what that something could be? Kara: Caitlin detaches herself from David thankfully and wanders off to argue with someone else. Do you really think she's trying to get her claws into him or worse that he is more interested in her than in you? What are you going to do to break them up. After all David is yours isn't her? And I doubt you're the sharing type. Caitlin: Woo soccer. Yeah I thought you'd be excited . So this is the sport your parents want you to excel at isn't it., Have you played much Soccer in the past? Coach Greene jogs past and says loudly "you're going to have to warm up better than that if you expect to be captain of the school team." Wait captain, No one ever said anything about that did they. You watch as one of the other girls scowls at you. Sarah "I'm captain and you're not getting my job if I have anything to say about it." What do you do? On the mean school corridors of Chicago Sharona: "Oh" He backs away from you almost as if cramps were some sort of highly infectious disease. "Yeah sure I can take you to the nurse I guess." As the two of you are walking David explains. "See I went to this party with some friends. And I met a guy a guy who offered to help me out with some things.. All I had to do was do a few favours for him. Shoulda been simple move some weed for him but then I got busted by the cops. When my Dad finds out he's gonna kill me." Hmm interesting, looks like David's not as clean-cut as he likes to pretend. Still what are you going to do with this information?
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Apr 29, 2016 23:10
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 Hot: 1 | Cold: -1 | Volatile: 2 | Dark: -1 | Conditions: Liar, Martyr, Yours Truly I slowly tap the head of my scepter against the open palm of my other hand, staring up at Pete with a very wrinkled nose until he's done whining. "You finished bitching yet Pete? I'll make this easy. You're gonna help me, because, one, I know where you can find a raccoon carcass no one has gotten to yet, aside from the car that hit it in the first place, and two, because if you don't want what happened last time to look like the raccoon corpse picnic I just mentioned you'll tell me what I drat well want to know." <godfish> manipulate pete <godfish> !r 2d6+1 <Krysmbot> godfish, 8+1 = 9 Specifically, what happened the last time, was I asked him some questions. Nice, friendly questions, and he gave me some good answers. True ones. The problem was that I was trying to track down a carrion demon that was in the area -you know Carrion Demons, right? They can control vermin, and even bring them back to life- and Pete was eating a dead rat when I found him, but it wasn't exactly... dead. More undead, and so the demon knew who sold it out, and sent a swarm of dead crows and mice to attack Pete. I ended up killing the demon in time for Pete to survive but he's even less pretty than he was before, not to mention how much worse his smell got. "So, the question you're going to answer is, the Dawn Cult. Who are they? Where are they? What do they want? Where can I find one of them? Where can I find lots of them? Pick at least two." Spending my advance on Bare Your Fangs
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Apr 30, 2016 08:19
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Hot: +2 | Cold: -1 | Volatile: -1 | Dark: +1 XP: 4/5 | Harm: 2/4 | Conditions: Outcast Location: PE Oh god, I just know Frankie is not going to reply and really, now I can't just stop thinking about it: the photo I sent him, he probably only looked at it for a second, and there was a shadow over the bruise on my abdomen so you wouldn't recognize it right away and... argh! And Caitlin didn't even acknowledge what I said to her at all as well, and I look around, and I can see everyone else looking at me like I'm a freak too. I mean, they're not staring, just... looking away when they see me looking their way, whispering. They're all judging me, and they don't even know who I am, or what really happened. No, they don't want to know, they just want to see someone put down, because, because it distracts them from how... bland their own lives are, right? They want to see someone passionate and struggling, but then they don't want to see those people succeed, because what would that mean for the way they live? No, no, they want the thrill of seeing something real, but they want to see it dragged through the mud so they can tell themselves they are living the right way and... and... I repeatedly run my hand through my hair and worry and my shirt with the other, just to keep them busy and not bury my head in them in front of everyone. What do I do? Everyone is looking and... and what do I do? I look around, not really looking at the faces and there's Kara. There she is. She's standing all by herself, and in that moment, the loneliness that radiates her is... beautiful, like how I imagine seeing someone at a ball - not that I have ever been to one - and then the light falls on them and it's like they are the only real person there and everyone else just is part of the background and... and stuff like that. But that loneliness, right now it means... we're still connected, right? And now I know what I have to do. All of this started because I tried to comfort Kara with a hug, though to be honest, I wanted to... also be comforted. Everything went wrong then. But if people see that me and Kara are, well, not together - but that she doesn't reject me or cry or anything like that, all the rumors and lies will be over, right? And...and I really need a hug from her, even if all of that other stuff wasn't true. "Kara!" I have made my way over to her, forcing myself to not just run as fast as I can. Oh, she looks so good in the soccer clothes. "Kara..." I slow down, walk closer to her. I cock my head at her and try to read her expression - and I do not hide mine, the one that is slightly hurt and upset and... really could use a hug. "You look good and..." I trail off, raise my hand to stroke her hair, but force it back down again. "Everybody is giving me the evil eye, even Frankie, and I tried to explain it to him but... I messed it up more, I think and..." I mean... she wouldn't push me away again, right? She's not embarrassed of me, right? Oh, I don't know, but I... I just have to hold her close, just for a minute. "But..." And with that, I lightly put my arms around her, and it makes me remember the two of us together, in the baseball team's training room. "It's all okay if you're not mad at me." I smile. She knows I don't want to hurt her now, right? Right? Spooked: When you run into someone's arms, they choose: you mark experience; they become their Darkest Self. <nil_> David Turn On Kara <nil_> !r 2d6+2 <Krysmbot> nil_, 10+2 = 12 +1 from True Love (winning favour) for a result of 13. No mechanical effect.
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Hot: 0 Cold: 1 Volatile: -1 Dark: 1 Harm 1/4 Exp 4/5 Conditions: Relieved David breaks away from his conversation with Caitlin, and sure enough, now he sees me, and he comes sprinting. Watching him approach, I can't help but smile. Of course he's not into her. This... this is the real deal, right? He comes closer and suddenly I'm conspicuously aware of my tight shirt and shorts, and David's looking at those, too. I blush a bit, thinking back to our kiss... our first kiss. And David looks good too, his warm up has given him rosy cheeks and his hair is sweaty and... I want to run my hand through it again, pulling him closer for another kiss. Kara turn on David, roll = 3 I cough instead, though, suddenly horribly aware of all the other kids around. And my messy, ugly hair, and my clothes are smelly and... And now David is here and telling me that everyone is being mean to him because of what happened in homeroom. All my fault... But then he wraps me in a hug and my mind goes blank, wrapped in his embrace, even though this time it's a little more smelly and damp and also cold because we're outside and the wind is picking up. "Of course I'm not mad at you," I say as I break from his hug a bit, to look up at his cute face. Go on and mark experience. Has David finally found true love? Nothing could possibly go wrong! I poke his nose. "I'll talk to Frankie, next time there's a chance to. Don't worry, we'll clear it all up. Plus... sounds like him and Alison are dealing with Gabs going off the deep end. She attacked Frankie as well," I add, lightly touching his bruise through his shirt. "Anyways," I say with a look around, "Looks like this game is actually getting started. Mind helping me warm up?" Frgrbrgr fucked around with this message at 12:18 on Apr 30, 2016 |
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