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  2. Beth

    IC: SE: "The Dance!"

    Breakfast at the Cotter house was an awkward time, like most moments when the ladies of the house were in the same room. Beth sat at the table, eyes distant and unfocused as she mechanically spooned cereal into her mouth. Wendy bustled about, getting ready for work. She was still new enough on the job that every day she felt a need to impress people. Her bar was significantly lower for her daughter. Just being acknowledged by her would be a win. For her part, Beth was just brain-deep in the internet, checking out the morning news, glossing over the fresh memes, checking out the replies to some of her comments from yesterday. She chortled and ate another bite of Cheerios without really tasting them. "Something funny?" Wendy asked, looking for a way in. Beth blinked and glanced over at her mother questioningly. "Huh?" "You laughed just now. Thinking of something funny?" "Oh." Beth shrugged and tipped her bowl up into her mouth to finish off the excess milk. "Kind of." Wendy hesitated, hoping for more, then prodded, "Well, what was it? I could use a laugh. Still got the butterflies." There was a moment, a wild and incandescent moment, where Beth dangled the idea of just coming clean to her mom in front of her own nose. Yeah, I was just checking out the nerdrage on Reddit to my glowing praise of The Last Jedi, which I can do by the way because apparently I have super powers and dad's a god. Literally. Oh and by the way me and some friends got in a scrap with some kind of Indian demon-thing the other day. Can I go to school now, mom? Hmm. Me and some friends? Really? Maybe. Nadya seemed cool in a sort of tryhard kind of way. Could fault her for that...the same observation fit herself. And just about every other kid Beth knew. Being a teenager was all about trying hard, seemed like. Wendy was still waiting for an answer. Beth scratched her head and said, "I don't think it'd translate to 'old person' very well," then cracked a grin. Her mother sighed and went to fix her hair for the third time. "Well at least your face isn't buried in that computer all the time now," she said, as much to herself as to Beth. Then something occurred to her, a fragment of conversation she'd overheard at work the other day. "Have you decided who you're going with yet?" Wendy asked, a little too innocently. There was a clunk of plastic on metal as Beth deposited her bowl in the sink. She turned around, frowning. "Going with?" "Yeah! To the dance." Beth was sure she heard a kind of malicious glee in those last three words. She summoned up the school year calendar to her mind's eye and scanned over it. "What, Homecoming?" "Sure! Why not?" "Because...no, you've got it backwards. The question is why, not why not." Satisfied at last, Wendy turned to face her daughter. The conversation was now back where she liked it. "Because you're new to this school too. I hate the idea of you just sitting around, alone with your computer, not making friends or letting anyone get to know you." "Mooooooom..." "You're a good girl, Beth. You have a lot to offer. If someone asks you out to the dance, you should go. If no one asks, you should ask someone." Beth rocked her head back as if physically struck and complained again, "Mom...I don't even like dancing. I don't even have, like, a dress or anything. Besides, no one's going to ask me, and there's no one I've met that I'd want to ask, so..." she made an explosion noise and gestured with her hands flying apart. "There go your dreams." Wendy leaned forward and planted a smooch on Beth's forehead, ignoring the younger girl's scowl and forehead-wipe. "I have to go to work. You just remember what I said. You don't have to be a stranger here. It's a new place, with new people, and you can be whoever you want to be with them. All you have to do is want to. And don't worry about the dress. If you need one, we'll get you one. That's not even a problem, okay?" "Mom..." "Okay, bye hon!" Wendy hurried out the door with, what Beth assumed was, a big smug grin on her face. Beth closed the door too hard behind her and stalked off to get dressed for school. It was more than a little unfair, she thought, that fucking demigods had to deal with this kind of shit AND Mythic Trials or whatever. No one ever wrote stories about fucking Hercules worrying about the 'roids wilting his boner, or Perseus trying to date two chicks at once and it being super-awkward. Which doesn't mean it never happened, of course. What will they write about me? That she hadn't gone to the motherfucking Homecoming Dance, probably. Maybe. She'd see.
  3. Laurie Brightman

    IC: SE: "The Dance!"

    Hearing her own name bellowed across the throngs of bleary-eyed students trying to sneak one last smoke before the bell, or grab a toaster pastry from the cafeteria line, was not how she expected to begin the school day. But, then again, she also hadn't really expected Eric to agree to her proposal in the first place. Okay. So, Donner maybe wasn't the smartest guy in Salem, but when he smiled at her like that... It felt like she'd been struck by lightning. She'd been so focused on what they were doing when investigating Spearfinger, she hadn't really noticed, but he just seemed more... Just, more than the few guys who actually talked to her. She could feel herself blushing as the spark he'd just ignited in her stomach sent warmth creeping up into her cheeks. Keep it together. "Hey," she replied, unable to stop herself from smiling back at him, self-consciously twisting end of the flaxen ponytail draped over her shoulder. "Everything's still cool. I, ah, actually meant to ask earlier, but would you rather we take your car, or get a limo? Your friends could ride with us."
  4. Austin Lange

    IC: SE: "The Dance!"

    "There's no need for you to apologize for her actions, Yokiko, though I appreciate the sentiment, Thank you." He smiled warmly, moving at a pace with her, "We all have so much to learn. Thankfully we have each other to learn from." So far the bands hadn't worked together so much as concurrently, and Austin knew they'd not been idle before. "Both bands have members with difficult personalities, but We've already been through alot together, I can't imagine them being that different really. So long as we all make it back at the end of the day, well, I'll be happy." Even with everything going on in preparation for the dance, he was content with things going how they were. He refused to get too stressed out about anything, at least right now. "I just hope that the Dance will be fun for everyone, and peacefully lacking any of the other excitement we've had to deal with up until now."
  5. Nadia: +1 XP for excessive stressing of the name Todd. Funny shit.
  6. Rachel Cooper

    IC: SE: "The Dance!"

    It was third period and that was Rachel's Office Aide period. She was supposed to hang out and study in either the front office or the counselors office, and be available to run errands. She had gone to the office and gotten permission to sturdy in the library. Rachel entered the hallowed sanctum of the Salem High Library and as usual found it eerily empty. “Mr Syracuse?” She called softly, perhaps too softly. “Up here Ms. Cooper in the mythology section.” came the comforting British accent floating disembodied on the air. Of course he's in the mythology section where else would he be. Rachel climb the short stairs and made her way around and into the dark stack of books. “Really Mr Syracuse, can't you put some lights up in this place.” She stopped suddenly raising her hands as the librarian appeared as if out of thin air. He gave her hands held in a martial arts defensive stance a glance and a tilt of his head. She dropped her hands suddenly embarrassed. “Bright light can damage the books most of them are older than antiques. Also the shadows lends an air of mystery, don't you think?” “More like creepy horror” She said under breath as she followed him around to where he was working, straightening the ancient volumes. “What can I do for you Ms. Cooper?” She picked up one of the books flipped open to a page with some weird drawings which she thought were somewhat pornographic but wasn't sure because Archie took the book, closed it and put it on the shelf without a word but the look he gave her kept her from opening any of the other. However she did keep on picking them up, just now she handed them to the librarian. “Well?” he prodded her. “I have a problem. Mr Syracuse” Archie smiled “Of course you do and please call me Archie when there are no faculty around.” he didn't mention that he had asked her and her band to call him Archie a thousand time since meeting them, yet she still called him Mr.Syracuse. “Whats bothering you Rachel?” he asked again. “It's the dance tonight. I've been grounded and I can't go...” “I understand how upsetting that must be but I make it a policy not to interfere in the home life of those under my tutelage.” He shook his head conveying his heartfelt regrets. “Oh no that's not it. I deserve the punishment. No it's the rest of the band i'm worried for. Their going to all be there and I'm worried that because of me being grounded, I won't be able to protect them.”
  7. Fisher Capra

    IC: SE: "The Dance!"

    "Secret?" Fisher asked out loud before rethinking quickly. The boutique thing was by default suspicious, given Marius passed out the tickets, but he couldn't be lurking to cause mayhem in that spot 24/7, right? So if he went with Darcy to keep an eye on her, things would remain relatively safe. "No secret. We can go and cash that ticket this afternoon." Darcy gave him the skeptical eye at this about-face. "I thought you said the guy who gave it was bad news." "Yes," Fisher awkwardly admitted, "but I checked it out. It's all good." Ok, a lie, but he really didn't want to draw out this topic and treading on myth-security any further.
  8. Nadya Lunălescu

    IC: SE: "The Dance!"

    Nadya grinned playfully and waggled her brows in exaggerated suggestion, though her fingers strayed no further than to Niles' collar. "There's only one thing I'm interested in," she murmured, making her voice husky, then giggled at the wide-eyed looks on Niles and Todd's faces. "Guys! I'm kidding. You're so adorkable!" She squeed, giving Niles another quick kiss. Leaning back, her grin turned wicked and teasing. "Niles will have to wait at least until after the Dance and maybe until I have a few drinks in me for that." The wiry, besotted teen forced her chair between Niles and Todd, and Todd had the option of making way or being forced to make way. Todd wasn't particularly tall, but he was on the heavy side while Nadya was wiry and slim, and relatively short. Yet glower of her silvery-grey eyes hinted that the size difference didn't favour Todd and dared him to be stubborn. Todd scooted aside to make space for Nadya, despite having a million questions for Niles. "Thanks, Todd!" Nadya said brightly, turning back to Niles, a leg pressed up against his, gazing at him adoringly, her chin cup in her hand, elbow propped up on the back of her chair, not accidentally framing her corseted breasts for his pleasure. "You have sweet friends, Niley." She glanced back at Todd, giving her head a small shake to flip her pigtails back over her shoulders, her grin almost condescending. "And of course it worked, Todd. Confidence is mucho sexy. Even after I shot Niley down - and I'm so sorry for that, baby - he took it like a champ and didn't break down. Needed a bit of help with some math, and realized Niley here was actually a great guy. You should take a lesson from him, Todd." A puzzled furrow creased Todd's brow. That wasn't how he thought last night went for Niles, but then again, he could hardly believe this. "But... but all this?" Todd stammered, gesturing at Nadya's outfit. "Isn't this going a bit overboard?" Niles glared at his friend from around Nadya, warning him not to ruin this, but Nadya only gave a dismissive sniff. "When have I half-assed anything? Todd. I remember getting you guys the Arkham games and I wanted to do something special for Niley." Nadya stood up and spun her chair around, then sat back down, making a production of crossing her pleather-clad legs and thrust her chest out. She laid a hand on Niles' forearm in a light caress, trimmed nails teasing his flesh. "Something fun as his first girlfriend." "How about homework?" Todd asked doubtfully after he managed to pick his jaw off the ground. "Okay, except for homework," Nadya replied with a scoff. Homework clearly didn't count. "And paying people--" "Are you trying to make me look bad in front of Niley, Todd?" Nadya asked in a soft, warning tone, twining her arm and fingers with Niles. The look she gave Todd made him feel like a fish being sized up for gutting. "Nooo..." "Nadya! Enough of the PDA and the whispering between you, Niles, and Todd," the teacher barked. "Get back to your seat and start your work." "I moved my seat here, sir, so I could sit with Niles," Nadya claimed breezily. "Todd was so kind to offer moving seats for me." "I--" Those silver-grey eyes regarded him, intense and heated, and Todd swallowed and nodded. "Yup. I did that." The teacher sighed. He'd seen that looked in plenty of teen's eyes. He could enforce the seating arrangement, but then he and the class would have to suffer through endless moaning and sighing and covert-but-not-covert texting. Whatever, he wasn't paid enough to deal with this shit, this wasn't even his regular class. "Fine, move to your new seat Todd and lets get this class started," the teacher said exasperated, muttering as he turned to walk to the front of the class. "Now, where is that lesson plan..." Nadya gave Niles a broad smile then turned to her computer and logged in. Her head cocked slightly to the side as she caught her faint reflection in the monitor. The smile on her lips and the wide shining eyes looked goofy on her face. She'd always mocked those who made goo-goo eyes at each other, who acted all saccharine and lovey-dovey. But she understood it now and it didn't seem goofy to her anymore. Throughout class, the rest of the students waited for the prank to be over and for Nadya to destroy the nerd who had had the audacity to asked her out to the Dance... but it never happened. When the bell rang for the end of the period, she took her bag and his over one shoulder, then strutted out of class with him with an arm around his waist. With her heeled boots, she was actually slightly taller than he was, but Nadya didn't mind and she didn't care what anyone else thought. She couldn't wait to go to the Dance with Niley in her new dress, maybe she'd wait even higher heels.
  9. Dave ST

    IC: SE: "The Dance!"

    [Rachel] Billy shrugged, not to blow her off but more as a means of blowing off her worry for the situation. He'd assumed something like this would happen, especially considering her dad was a cop here in the city and his public image was important. “It's cool, Rae, and I'm not disappointed. I mean, you did slug it out with Bridgette, and in my humblest of opinions, she deserved every right hook you gave her. Not going to the dance together is a fair price to pay to see her get her butt handed to her.” He put his arm around her and pulled her close. “So we can't go together, no biggie. We can still help Fisher and the other get well on their way to enjoying the evening. We can spend the night texting at least.” “Ugh, Fisher...” Rachel grumbled. “Poor guy.” “Yeah,” Billy laughed. “Don't worry, I'm helping him out. I'm teaching him some sure fire moves that will help him break the ice. I'm a master at suave.” “Oh really?” She asked, skeptically. “That a fact?” “It is,” He smiled at her with confidence beaming from his grin. “Got me making out with the hottest lesbian in school, didn't it?” He grimaced, half laughing and half wincing from the sharp elbow she dug into into his side. “Ow, ow... y'know I'm gonna have to talk to Mr. Guiler about this abusive relationship... I feel like were drifting apart...” He continued to laugh. “Uh huh,” she pushed him ahead of her, her smile as wide as his. “Move it Casanova, we're gonna be late.” [Fisher] “He's an asshole, true,” Darcy conceded. She'd never told anyone how terrible her father really was, with the abuse and wandering hands. She just felt that if she toughed it out for awhile longer she'd be out of school and free to pursue her life away from Salem, away from him. “But he's neither here nor there,” she changed the subject. A skill she was most proficient at when it came to her father. “So! Dance, tonight... what's the big secret? I still don't have a dress, which I put off getting at your request... so, c'mon, spill.” [Austin] “Thank you,” she said softly. There was the slight curl of a flattered smile to her lips. They set out for school, which wasn't very far from Austin's home. For several steps there wasn't anything more than awkward silence as they both fished for something to say. Ironic, considering they were both Scions of the Sea. “My apologies,” Yokiko finally spoke. “If anything Bridgette has done has cause you or any of your Band any trouble. She is difficult to deal with sometimes, much like Eric. We are a senior Band, to you, we should be setting the example, but, it is obvious we still have much to learn.” [Nadya] The entire class sat stunned, no one more so than Niles Horne. “D-dance?” Niles managed to stutter. Sudden;y his eye grew wide and he inhaled only to exhale a spoken thought. “Todd... Todd... dude... I think it worked.” Todd was simply not ready to believe anything, but her certainly couldn't get his eyes off Nadya's outfit. “”What do you mean, what 'it'.” “Duuuude...” he glared at Todd, nodding towards Nadya as she lovingly stroked the hair around his ear. “The thing.” Todd Swain's jaw dropped as the last piece of a puzzle clicked into place within his mind. “No way...” was all he could mutter. [Laurie] The old Rolls Royce pulled up into the parking lot of the school near the entrance and student drop off area. As always Laurie received a series of looks and stares as she was the only person attending Salem High with her own chauffeur. She slid easily through the throngs of students clutching her books tightly to her chest. Most ignored her, as half the student body considered her too snooty to associate with while the other half just didn't care enough. The fact that she'e been seen sitting at the outcast table at The Drip with Rachel, Nadya and the rest of the 'trouble makers' didn't really do well for her school rep either, earned or not. "Laurie!" Shouted Eric from half way across the school. He didn't wade through the crowd of people, they moved for him and the few that didn't found themselves pushed out of the way. She got a few looks from the other students, especially some those close to the upper echelons of the school's social hierarchy as if to ask why Eric Donner would want to talk with her over anything. Rich or not, she was still an outcast. He finally made it to her and offered he a smile mingled with his usually blank stare. "Hey. We still on for tonight? Everything still cool?"
  10. Laurie Brightman

    IC: SE: "The Dance!"

    Breakfast was, as ever, a relatively quiet affair; the spiced apples atop the Belgian waffle James had prepared were delicious, and not too sweet, and the skies outside the row of full-length windows that separated the dining room from the modest garden were only just beginning to lighten at the horizon. As she ate, Laurie mentally re-arranged her schedule for the morning, cutting both choreography practice and violin by half an hour to account for the time lost searching for her missing shoe and deciding on something new to wear. She frowned as she chewed another bite of the golden, delectable fare, wondering where it could possibly have gone. James was right, of course. She really hadn't been in most of the guest rooms, and hadn't explored much at all of the rest of the house, which meant the shoe should have been right there in the rack next to its mate. Ugh. She had specifically chosen those exact shoes to coordinate with her pre-Homecoming outfit for school that day. With a quiet sigh of resignation, Laurie set down her fork. As if the faint clink of silver against bone china (Caverswall, she recalled) were a sort of summoning ritual, James appeared at her elbow and quietly cleared her place at the end of the table. The birds were still sleeping, as was, she assumed, nearly everyone else in her part of the world, and only the faintest hint of lavender crept languidly over the treetops in the distance. And... And what, exactly? The entire house was quiet, insulated in the soft grey haze that preceded the dawn. The thick, woollen silence, usually comforting before a long day of shrieking teenagers and screeching chairs on cheap tile, only seemed to perturb her this morning. Probably it was just the disruption of her schedule, she reasoned, walking down the thick carpet that ran the length of the hallway to the music room and protected the immaculate hardwood beneath. But as the notes of Chopin's Nocturne No. 20 in C-sharp minor stretched and wound throughout the empty rooms and halls, filling the hollow, echoing spaces with music, the young violinist felt increasingly unsettled. She couldn't put a name to the feeling, but neither could she dismiss it entirely. It simply lingered, uncomfortably, taking up space within her chest as she went about her daily routine. “Young Miss?” the valet inquired politely as she paced the length of the studio, stretching after her morning dance practice. Streaks of rose and gold painted the sky outside, “If I may... You seem rather restive this morning. Perhaps this might alleviate some distress.” In his left hand, gloved as ever in white, lay the shoe that had inspired her discomfiture. She smiled suddenly, relieved that all was still as it should be in her world. “Thank you, James! I knew I could trust you to find it, if it could be found at all.” “Yes, well.” The older man cleared his throat. “I'll just return it to its proper place, then, and bring the car around when you're ready.” Yes, all was still as it should be in her world, the house that was her sanctuary and her solace, she reflected happily as she showered, dressed, and prepared for the day. And yet... As she fastened her seatbelt and James pulled the car slowly down the winding drive, there was still something, that feeling, stirring just behind her ribs, smaller now but no less present than before. Hush, she admonished herself mentally, watching the scenery of Salem roll past the window. We have a busy day today, and then the dance, and there's no telling what sort of drama will ensue. Hush.
  11. Nadya Lunălescu

    IC: SE: "The Dance!"

    Nadya yanked open the door and practically pirouetted inside the school, then strutted down the hallway, the hidden heels of her over-the-knee boots clomping on linoleum. People starred, but then, they always did and it never (almost never) bothered her and this time, she knew they were looking on in admiration and want... or envy. Grin widening, her tossed back her leather jacket. Her hair was tied up in a pair of pigtails, the tip of one freshly dyed blue, the other dyed red, and in the snug bustier, her boobs looked amazing. And with the mesh undershirt, she even adhered to the dress code. Barely. She was hawt and her boyfriend was going to loooove the look. Her feet led her to the computer lab, her silver-grey eyes widening in delight at the sight of her boyfriend. She grabbed one of the computer chairs, straddled it and with a kick, launched herself down the row of computers, the caster wheels skittering over the tiles. "Heee-eeeeey!" The boy of Nadya's dreams looked up and around at the sound of her voice and she slowed her glide with a dragging foot so that her chair just barely bumped into his. "Na-Nadya?" he stammered. "Whuh-" "Miss me?" Nadya cooed huskily, a finger toying with his bow-tied playfully. Then she grabbed a fistful of his shirt in both hands and pulled his close. "Miss this?" The kiss was deep, thorough, and tongue-tacular. Nadya was almost breathless when it ended and her boyfriend was seeing spots. She planted her elbows on the low back of the chair and cradled her chin in her hands after giving her boyfriend's bewildered friends a wave without turning her adoring gaze from him. Her boyfriend hardly looked any less bewildered and startled - he looked adorable! "Heya, Niles' friends, whassup? I can hardly wait for the Dance, Niley."
  12. Austin Lange

    IC: SE: "The Dance!"

    Austin's lips curled into an honest smile, this was a very pleasant surprise. It was refreshing to see she wasn't always so poised and perfect, that even she could get flustered, if only a little. He didn't try to hide how happy it made him, and he nodded. "Of course I'd like to walk with you, it'd be a pleasure." When she moved aside to allow him to exit his home, he closed the door behind himself, and then took up station closest to the street as they set out for school. "You look nice today Yokiko."
  13. Fisher Capra

    IC: SE: "The Dance!"

    Every kind of awkward indeed, as Fisher had been driven hard (as teenagers tended to) to imagine Darcy putting out with him, and the cherry filling serving as a useful prop in said coupling. With difficulty, Fisher tore his mind back to reality, thus he skipped over correcting her that no, he'd been in Salem three years, and thus it was 'like, before high school.' And then his face darkened hearing about her verbally abusive father. "Asshole. Still... it could be worse." He had no idea that it was, but Darcy was silent for a moment, recognizing the reference to his practically lifeless father. It was something Fisher chose not to talk about, so by convention Darcy too routed out that subject for the sake of her (possibly alien) (boy?) friend.
  14. Rachel Cooper

    IC: SE: "The Dance!"

    Rachel took Billy's hand and they walked up the path toward school. When they got near the flag pole she pulled him off the path into the trees. "Come on." They went only a few yards to where they were covered from view of the path. Rachel pushed Billy up against a tree and pressed her mouth to his in a passionate kiss. "Am I too aggressive Billy?" she asked between kisses. Billy was flushed and a bit unsure but he let his hand rest on her waist and upper buttocks pulling her into him returning her kiss as unexpected as it had been. "I..I don't know, don't care." After another minute of heavy kissing it was Billy who pulled away. "Hey, whats the rush Rae?" Rachel hung her head and sighed. "I just wanted to ..." She raised her head and looked into his eyes. "I just didn't want to disappoint you." "What do you mean?" Billy wasn't quite following what kissing had to do with disappointment. "My dad grounded me, because of the fight. I have to go straight home after the game. No dance." her voice was barely a whisper.
  15. Dave ST

    IC: SE: "The Dance!"

    [Rachel] She approached Billy and the sight her he smiled and greeted her. He slung his pack over his shoulder and waited for her to catch up so they could walk together. "Hey, Rae. What's up?" [Nadya] Today she felt great! It was the night of the homecoming dance, her and the Band were doing great things in Salem... things couldn't be better. Her old beater pulled into the school parking lot with a grumble and a backfire that sounded like it might be a mortar shell going off. Okay. Maybe her car could be better, but it was a classic! Rae-Rae hadn't really been sociable the last couple of days and everyone knew she was in trouble for the fight at the Drip. Were it not for Dari, she may have been banned for life. The damages were minor (few a drops of blood on the pool table and a few glasses broken in the scuffle) but the Drip was treating it like her and Bridgette ran in and shot up the place, complete with bullet bandoleers and chewing oversized cigars. By order of the Sheriff they were doing 'community service' there for the next few weeks, starting Monday. Bummer. So when she saw Rae-Rae she tossed a wave in her direction along with a wide smile. Rachel offered a smile back and a solemn wave that warned Nadya that Rae-Rae wasn't having a terrific morning. No matter! With a sudden chill on the wind, as was common for the fall in Massachusetts, Nadya decided to let it go and give Rachel some time to come to her with her problems if she wanted to talk (not knowing that this time, Nadya was sort of the problem...). She felt a tug... a pull that was guiding her towards something... something she wanted badly... a craving... Without another thought she was off to see her date for the dance. [Austin] "Sweetie!" Austin's mother called as he skipped down the stairs. "Don't forget your lunch, I left it by your pack!" He hopped the last few steps and snatched up his pack (and lunch) and headed for the door. He was already running a bit behind, and with all haste pulled open the door to his home and stopped dead in his tracks. Yokiko stood on his doorstep, hand raised in a fist about to rap her knuckles on his door. Awkwardly they both stood there for a moment, each equally surprised by the arrival of the other. "Uh," Yokiko sheepishly begun her explanation. "I was passing by, I thought maybe you would like to walk... together?" [Fisher] Fisher had already showered and made his breakfast and gotten himself well on his way to school, as he did most every day. His dad was a decent guy, just, not much of a doer these days, or any day in the last sixteen years or so. Depression, anxiety, and a list of social disorders longer than some the words used describe them were all them had seemed to become. He was still asleep when Fisher scrambled out the back door of their home, meeting Darcy out back with an offering that may have gotten the Aztecs to reconsider what they accept to fuel their Legend: cherry Pop Tarts. "Ughmuhgawd," she mumbled as she stuffed her face. "Shoguud. Are you trying to bribe me, Fisher? Cuz seriously, I made a promise to myself, I'm not putting out until prom." Fisher flushed and looked all kinds of awkward. Actually looked every kind awkward all at once, if awkward had every been categorized. She bumped him in his hip with hers. "Dude, I'm kidding, you've known me since we were like, ten. How can you still possibly be weird around me?" she laughed. Like most teenage women she was as clueless to Fisher having a crush on her as Fisher was about how to approach having a crush on her... it makes sense if you read it slow. "Thanks for feeding me. Dad was still drunk from last night and deiced to wring me through the judgmental 'not good enough, never amount to anything, oh and you're fat' wringer, so I bailed as quick as I could." [Laurie] "Young Miss, I do not believe it would be in here," James, Laurie's valet said from the doorway as the young billionaire rummaged around in the closet of one of several guest bedrooms of her 'modest estate' within Salem. "In fact, I must go as far as to say it is an absolute impossibility." The lovely blonde poked her head out from behind the cover of the open closet doors. "Why would you say that, James?" "Because, Young Miss," he casually pulled the edges of his waistcoat. "You've never been in this room."
  16. Rachel Cooper

    IC: SE: "The Dance!"

    A hundred things...no, a thousand things went through her mind as she and her dad locked eyes. She could throw a tantrum, hurt both of them so bad emotionally that she would leave them bawling in each others arms. But no that wasn't right and it was petty. Bob was right and she was afraid it would only get worse. The ichor flowing through her veins drove her in ways she couldn't explain, at time bringing out the best in her, but at others filling her with those qualities she found abhorrent in others. She didn't want to be like the other band. This was the wake up call. "Clear, dad." she said her shoulders sinking. "I'll come home after the game. I'm sorry I'll try to do better." An hour later Rachel was pulling into the student parking. She got out and threw her backpack across one shoulder, at least they didn't take my car away. Yet. She looked around and saw billy , her heart fluttered and dropped, this was gonna suck. She started walking that way and noticed that Billy was standing with Darcy. Rachel frowned, what is up with those two. "Hey Billy, we need to talk." She called out and waved at him as she crossed the lot.
  17. Modern Mythology Special Episode: "The Dance!" ...with the 'death' of Spear-Finger the Scions of Salem high, as well as the mortal students, found themselves face to face with one of the greatest challenges so far this semester: the Homecoming Dance. As far as social functions went it was the first dance of the year and the event that would make or break a social standing for a student for the remainder of the year. Facing evil, mutated spirits and mythological monster of yore was cake compared to *gulp* the derision of one's high school peers. It was a week preparation, at least, and unfortunately the Scions of Salem had spent all their time searching and rescuing children and battling evil Native American spirits and cleaning harpies from the surrounding forest near the lake. Needless to say, they were behind the bell curve on preparedness. It's not to say they weren't doing noble work, they certainly were, but the longer they balanced their natural life with that of the supernatural... the harder it seemed to be. Not to mention the other Scions in Salem were not making it any easier on them... some more than others... "Absolutely not." Robert glared at Micheal as his spoon clinked into his bowl of cereal. "Were it not for a good word from the Sheriff she'd spend the rest of the school year grounded." Rachel sat across from her, 48-hours and counting, still angry, father. Her father, Micheal, who stood behind the island in their kitchen trying to sip his coffee while still debating on Rachel's behalf. "Bob, everyone saw it, she didn't throw the first punch. She was defending herself." "I don't care," she retorted. "I know, I saw the video too! In fact, thanks to our daughter's 'friends' everyone in the world has seen our daughter get into a brawl in a coffee shop. You know who's also seen it? College athletic programs. What creditable school is going to let our daughter attend there after they've seen that? I'm a police officer and you're a lawyer, Michael. People think we have no control over our daughter anymore. Fighting. Bullying at school, breaking property... no. No. I'm done rewarding this sort of behavior. She's not going. After the game tonight," he pointed at Rachel with his spoon. Sure it wasn't very intimidating, but dads just had a way of being intimidating no patter what, and Rachel had two of them! "You butt will be back in this house and up in your room. You understand me, young lady?" Rachel pursed her lips, sighed and rolled her eyes. "Rachel Vivienne," Father Bob snapped at her, using her full name so she knew he was pissed. She hadn't heard that from him since she was eleven. "Don't roll your eyes, did you hear what I said? Home. After game. Am. I. Clear?"
  18. Dave ST

    IC: S1:E3 "Homecoming"

    Fisher stumbled out from the fray into the waiting arms of Darci and they both fell to the ground. "Nice try hero," she grunted, pushing him off of her. "What is it with you guys!? You're the worst example of human behavior. I swear if I get fired..." Bridgette threw a another after Rachel's peace offering. Laurie winced as she was right in the line of fire. "How, bout' no!" Eric hooked his arm in Bridgette's and pulled her back. She flew back with a stumble into her waiting Band mates who grabbed her arms. Eric looked at her sternly. "That's enough! Stand down Bridgette." "After I tear her fucking head off!" The Loan woman hissed, a cross between blood lust and pleasure easily visible in her expression. Eric was upon her, mere inches from her face, cupping her chin tightly to force her to look at him. Softer and quieter he repeated himself. "I said, enough." She calmed as the sheer intimidation of Eric's iron grip threatened to hand her her jaw if she didn't obey. Her Band mates let go of her and she raised her arms to signify it was done, and over.
  19. Fisher Capra

    IC: S1:E3 "Homecoming"

    "Oh, now you're worried about someone getting hurt?" Fisher snapped as he got up and brushed himself off. Rachel had just enough time to glare before Fisher made a long-suffering and displeased sigh. "We are going to need to have another talk." Rachel glared harder. Fisher was patently unmoved.
  20. Rachel Cooper

    IC: S1:E3 "Homecoming"

    The rage of being attaked was gone replaced by the unadulterated thrill and joy of combat! It hade become a contest and Rachel thrived in contests one woman against another who would best the other. Forgotten were the reasons all that mattered was battle. Then Laurie stepped in front of her pleading and Rachel stopped in mid swing her fist inches from Lauries head. Bridgette stopped too, they looked around at the mess . "That was stupid you could have been hurt." she said to Laurie as she gently put a hand on her shoulder and pushed her out of the way. She stepped closer to Bridgette who stood ready, "Your tougher than you look," Rachel extended her hand, "let's call this one a draw."
  21. Laurie Brightman

    IC: S1:E3 "Homecoming"

    Things had been going so well. They'd worked with Eric's band to save innocent children from certain death, and in the process she'd managed to spend time one-on-one with their leader. Sure, there'd been some minor drama, but it was nothing extraordinary. Marius had made an unnervingly pleasant appearance, they'd enjoyed coffee and fresh muffins, and the sandwiches she'd ordered for everyone as part of their celebratory feast had just arrived. And then, in the span of a few moments, everything dissolved into anarchy and angst. Shocked by the sudden outbreak of violence, for a moment Laurie could do nothing more than stare. Nadya and Beth were right there, at least. They could intervene and prevent the fight from spreading, keep someone from getting hurt or - But, no. They were too busy laughing, actually laughing, and when Nadya had the nerve to actually stop two of the other Scions from ending the fight, Laurie had seen enough. These were the ones charged with protecting the world, making it a better place? People who were more interested in cheap thrills than doing the right thing? As she pushed her chair back, the petite blonde could feel the heat rising in her cheeks, the sting of tears blurring her vision; she fought hard to keep her mounting frustration at bay, moving through the confused patrons with purpose and conviction. She didn't dodge, bend, sway, or weave through the crowd, staying focused on the two young women fighting. That she managed to actually make it to the pool table without getting flattened was something of a minor miracle, but she was so intent on her course that it simply didn't occur to her that the trajectory of a flailing fist or errant elbow might accidentally intersect with the side of her head. Laurie knew she wasn't strong enough to physically haul either Rachel or Bridgette away, but she had to do something. Naturally, the most instinctual course of action was the least logical one. Without waiting for a break in the action that may or may not come, the young violinist jumped in front of Rachel, hands in front of her chest as if bracing for an inevitable impact. "Rachel, stop!" she shouted above the chaos, fighting to keep her voice from breaking as she pleaded with the furious Aesir. "Please, just stop!"
  22. Nadya Lunălescu

    IC: S1:E3 "Homecoming"

    Some of Rachel's and Bridgette's respective Bands may have been moving to break up the brawl, but Nadya wasn't one of them. Rae-Rae really should have seen that sucker punch coming, but she giving at least as good as she got now. Laughing, Nadya had the same idea as Beth, whipping out her phone and hopping up on the edge of the pool table to get a different angle of the fight. "Rae-Rae likes me just fine, Bri!" It was awesome that Rae-Rae was expressing herself so much nowadays... as long as she wasn't expressing all over Nadya. "And you think you can have enough friends!" "But I bet we can get this to go viral, with the right music track," Nadya giggled back, which turned into a snort as Fisher tried to intervene and neither of the girls were having it. She smirked at Austin hesitated at following Fisher's example. Aaron and D.J. were coming around the other side of the pool table to intervene on Bridgette's behalf and Nadya couldn't have that - a bloody nose wasn't nearly enough for Bridgette and through the angry face, Nadya was sure Rae-Rae was actually having fun. Nadya shuffled along the edge of the pool table and when Rachel and Bridgette slammed into it again, she exaggerated her stumble, 'falling' into Aaron and D.J., tangling them up with the pool cue and her body and 'accidentally' jabbing one of them with an elbow, not softly. Her other hand kept her phone aimed at the action. Priorities, right? "Whoops! Sorry boys!" Nadya apologized insincerely. "I'm so clumsy."
  23. Fisher Capra

    IC: S1:E3 "Homecoming"

    Fisher though, had been glowering to himself over Darcy's overreaction - it had to be - had even when she came back, they found themselves sitting in an awkward silence. Then Rachel and Bridgette got into fight. Couldn't Rachel bloody control herself? So yes, unlike Austin, Fisher got up and began moving in to intervene. Really, he'd already suffered and survived a broken neck, plus Donner. In that break where Bridgette stumbled back from Rachel's headbutt, Izanami's boy planted himself between the two brawler. "Ok, knock it-" He was cut off by Brigette's sudden haymaker. And then Rachel shoved him out of the way.
  24. Austin Lange

    IC: S1:E3 "Homecoming"

    Austin quickly moved towards the fight, his reply to Yokiko, and more than a couple questions would be held until later. For now he had to stop a friend from being party to tearing up one of the main local hangouts. He waited to see the outcome of that vicious headbutt, or a moment where Rachel released Bridgette, so he could try to get her away from her. He knew better than to get in the midst of the two of them, he wasn't really made to take that much abuse. He could see others moving, mostly to get a better vantage point of the fight, but this could only go so long before the cops showed.
  25. Dave ST

    OOC: MM: XP Award Thread

    Episode 3: "Homecoming" Basic Award: 4 points Role Playing Bonus: 2 Heroics: 2 Story Award: 3 Total- Nadya: 15 Rachel: 15 Austin: 15 Grace: 15 Fisher: 15 Laurie: 15 Beth: 15 Critique: I admit, I totally forgot where all the XP bonuses were supposed to go and to who they were supposed to go to so I just gave them to everyone... Special Episode: 'The Dance!' is coming soon!
  26. Beth

    IC: S1:E3 "Homecoming"

    Beth quickly two-stepped back to give the brawl some breathing space, and herself a bit of room to get her phone out and start recording. "Oh shit," she giggled, "We coulda sold tickets. Opportunity lost." That aside, Beth WAS keeping an eye on the fight itself though. If Rachel started having trouble, she'd have her back.
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