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Aberrant: Mutant High - Oil and Water [New Semester Mixer Fic]


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She shook Kazuo's hand firmly, and smiled at the compliment, taking it in good grace. She might have been the most normal looking girl here so far, but she seemed to wear her confidence like a second skin. It was refreshing, to meet a teenager girl who lacked either the arrogance or the self-doubt that most teenagers cloaked themselves with.. boy or girl. She grabbed a soda as Kazuo went to reassure Morri, but watched the exchange out of the corner of her eye, mostly concealing her curiosity. She smiled at him again when he came back over, and picked up their conversation where he'd left it as she held out a soda to him.

"Some people call me Cirque."

She pronounced it like "circus" without the "us" at the end, and laughed a little at the expression he gave her, waving a hand to interrupt the comment she knew was coming.

"It was this Canadian chick, she was a senior when I got here and I roomed with her my first semester, before she graduated. She though it was the coolest thing ever, that I was in the circus, you know? So she started calling me that - Cirque, like Cirque de Soliel, cause I'm an acrobat. Guess it stuck. Figured if I had to have a nickname, so did everybody else. So what's up with her? I haven't met her yet.. she okay?"

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Jamie winced at Ren's gratuitous cursing. "He's my roommate," she said simply. "Who I...used to be on good terms with. You get in the habit." And she hoped that would cover it, because she didn't know what she would do if Ren started getting jealous of her damned roommate.

She slipped a hand into his, tugging him in the opposite direction Curtis had gone, i.e. deeper into the party and towards the pathetic attempts at dancing perpetrated by stiff-spined freshmen deathly afraid of the opposite gender. When they weren't necking, anyway. "Come on," she said wryly, "Don't worry about that creep. You're here to show me a good time, remember?" She made a whip-cracking motion with her other hand. "So get to it!"

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He walked up and tapped Alex and the shoulder. "You're up, though you might be able to wait abit. I don't think Curtis will be joining us, though Ren and Jamie might."


Alex was a little apart from the others, his back to the room and talking on a borrowed mobile phone when Hotstreak 'tagged' him. "Okay then, that sounds fine, bye."

He snapped the phone shut and grinned over his shoulder at Daniel, then nodded. "Gotcha." Then he caught sight of Glacia and gave her a charming smile. "Hello there. You have to be the lovely Diana." He grinned slightly as he turned towards them. "It's nice to meet you at last." He looked at Daniel, tapping the phone in his other hand before slipping it into his pocket. "Booze is on the way. I'm going to mingle, grab this Ren and Jamie, then I should be back in time to help get the stuff over the wall. Talk to you both some more in a bit."

His first stop was the roomie and his date, who were eyeing up the room as though choosing a fortified position. Well, Warren probably was, Alex admitted to himself. The girl was lovely, though. Good for him. Maybe she can help the man unwind a bit. And that corset thing is killer.

"Hey guys." He paused by the pair, the shimmer of radiance from his aura somehow not too obnoxious in the ambient illumination. He and Aradia had made certain earlier that the room would have enough lights, based upon their joint misadventure the other night, and the moon and starlit sky were only a short step through the patio doors away. He gave them both a nod. "Just letting you both know the real drinks are on the way. We'll be holding off with them just long enough to make sure we haven't been grassed-up. That is, ratted out. Then we unleash the hordes of Lord Bacchus." A dazzling grin punctuated that statement, then Alex nodded once more and moved on.

Aradia was his next stop, where she stood talking to Kazuo and Kia. Alex leaned into the small circle slightly. "Won't intrude for long. Real drink is on the way, so be of stout heart." He smiled warmly at Kia and Aradia, then faked a sigh of stoic exasperation, looking at Kazuo. "You know, there's too many lovely girls here tonight. There's nothing for it, we're just going to have to man up and dance with all of them." He glanced up for a moment, then grinned back at the small group. "And speaking of which... Later."

Sonja and Morri were only a few steps away, and Alex's long legs closed the distance neatly. Both girls found themselves bathed in gentle heat and light as Alex moved to greet them.

"Glad you could make it, Sonja." Alex smiled, the expression as warm as his aura. "You look...wow. Very nice." His summer-sky gaze performed a courtly sweep of her attire, then finished back up at her eyes before turning to the timid-seeming Morri. "And Morri. I'm happy to see you here." He noted her tense demeanour and tried to contrast his as much as possible, opening up his stance towards her, trying to appear more relaxed. She's kind of like a skittish horse... The more upset you get, the worse the horse gets. Only this isn't a horse, it's a dangerous mutant who ALSO happens to be a scared young girl at a school party.

"You look very nice too." He met her eyes with his, keeping the words and concepts simple in his conversation. "I hope you have fun here. If you need anything, Sonja or me or Ari there will help you, okay?"
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The angry part of Ren wanted to yank his hand out of Jamie's, demand to know why the fuck she was rooming with a boy, and not just a boy, but the smuggest cock-suckiest boy in all of Mutant High, and then shout something hurtful at her and race out to find Curtis.

But Ren was not an impulsive boy and for all his present fury, he realized he was at a crossroads. He could go down the angry self-righteous road for all his selfish reasons and maybe catch up to Curtis and maybe fuck him over as he'd promised to, but then he'd lose Jamie's respect and most likely her affection, too.

He liked Jamie. He liked her clumsy mix of self-confidence and fragile self-esteem. He liked her...woundedness. That secret hurt she tried so hard to swallow down, that kept showing up in those awkward little cracks in her voice. Even her strict modesty was starting to grow on him, though he still hoped to cure her of it.

You're pissed at him. Not her. Ren reminded himself with an effort. He could pry her about her roommate situation later, when he wasn't feeling like a powderkeg.

And so Ren chose. He chose Jamie's infectious little grin, the gentle pressure of her warm soft hand, the promise in her eyes. Given the alternative, Curtis Shane, it wasn't such a difficult choice after all. Jamie now. Punk later.

"Okay," Ren relented. He let Jamie lead him to the dance floor and when she turned to face him he'd managed to grow a smile, or at least something passing for one. He settled his hand onto her waist, gripping her firmly, but not agressively tight and, still holding her other hand, raised her arm a bit as they began to dance.

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Jamie danced pretty well, all things considered. The song, at the moment, was "Dream a Little Dream of Me" sung by Cass Elliot. It happened to be one of her favourites, and she was pleasantly surprised to hear it because it was so old.

And of course, Ren was horribly tense, his mind no doubt still on the creep she was unfortunate enough to be rooming with. Well, Jamie saw the cure for that. He needed a distraction. She leaned close to him, head nearly resting on his chest as they danced, arms encircling his neck delicately like he was her old, beloved, threadbare stuffed duck Mack Mack, and not a very cute and very strange teenage boy.

And yeah, it was a bit intimate, but it was a nice moment nonetheless. They could dance primly and properly later. This dance was about Ren unwinding.

He still wasn't gonna get away with grabbing her ass, though.

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As Jamie pressed closer against him, she finally felt Ren begin to relax. Her head was tucked neatly to one side of his chin, and every breath he took carried the scent of her hair. He could feel the teasing brush of her breasts against his chest, the warmth of her beneath her blouse where his hands held her waist.

She felt his shoulders untighten, his lean wiry body begin to uncoil. And when she caught a sidelong glance of him, she saw his jaw had unclenched and the hard cold angry look had left his eyes.

Ren began to dance in earnest. He was not quite so liquid and graceful as his date, but Jamie's rhythm and the song's slow melancholy beat were easy enough to follow. His hips swayed in time to hers and his feet never threatened her toes. He enjoyed the yielding softness of Jamie pressed to him and quietly wondered to himself when this girl had begun to matter to him.

"You dance really nice," he whispered in her ear, his voice like a caress...and then his hands drifted down the small of her back toward her ass.

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"Hands up," she told him sweetly. She didn't bother to move her own arms to stop him, but the glint in her eye told him that this was an action that he wanted to seriously fucking reconsider. "This is a nice dance," she added, steel in her voice. "Don't ruin it." She mentally braced herself. If he did squeeze her ass, well...damnit, she didn't want to spend the rest of the night alone, but she'd rather be alone than be groped. And she'd leave him a nice slap to remember her by.

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"Sorry," Ren blurted a mortified apology. He blushed furiously, his hands instantly relocating themselves back to Jamie's waist.

The results of that little test are definitely in, Ren thought ruefully. He didn't know how far he'd worked his way up Jamie's trust ladder, but he quietly prayed he hadn't just knocked himself back down to the first rung.

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"It's fine," she whispered soothingly, relaxing against him again. "Just dance with me." And so they swayed and two-stepped their way through the mass of other mutant kids, just another couple in the crowd. Ren's body was warm and firm, and it didn't go away, and maybe it was because her Harried Bitch settings had been cranked up a few extra amps in the last few months and maybe it was her grief and her loneliness, but, ass-grabbing or not, petulant contrarian or not, Jamie felt safer there with him than she had in a long time.

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As he entered the real party escorted by Hotstreak and Glacia and looked around, he reflected that things had changed in his life. Back at his old school he had been the 'bad boy'. Even before the mutant gene kicked in he was physically imposing and had a cool James Dean I don't have a shit what you think vibe going on. He'd gotten in fights at school at a rate of at least one a week and he was generally considered a tough son of a bitch. All that was different here... Between Revenant and Pacino there just wasn't enough 'dark and broody' to go around for anyone else. Next to those two Jor couldn't hold a candle so he didn't try.

The big thing he'd learned since his mutant gene had woken up was that life was too short and if you didn't have fun then what was the point? He smiled.

He offered his hand to Aradia and then to the others he hadn't met before, "I'm Jor. Thanks for the invite to the real party."

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Sonja's frowned deepened when she actually noticed who was standing next to her sister. She was about to head over there, just to give 'Neca a bit of advice - which she was sure would be ignored - when she saw her smile. Her mouth dropped open in shock - she hadn't seen a genuine smile Oneca's face like that since... since she could barely remember when. Anything I say at the moment will just make that smile go away...

With an effort, Sonja wrenched her eyes away from the chummy pair of dark clad teenagers and turned her attention to girl trembling under her arm. Sonja was rubbing Morri's shoulder, trying to ease her tension when Kazuo gave her that inspiration speech. She gave him a wry grin and continued trying to mollify Morri.

"I wouldn't have put it exactly that way, Morri, but Kaz has a point," Sonja said softly. "Don't let the stares bother you, 'kay? People always look at pretty people like that, and you're very pretty, Morri." Morri looked up at her with lost uncertainty and Sonja sighed. I really hope this doesn't turn out bad. "They are just a little wary of you, you surprised them, is all. Sort of how you were surprised at lunch, right? Just ignore them, and after a while, they'll stop... mostly. Just try, please?"

It was at this point that warm sunlight fell on the two of them. Sonja stood up straight, her fingers kneading Morri's shoulder a little more vigorously, her smile growing warmer at she laid her eyes on Alex. For the love of God! Stop throwing your shoulders back, they don't need any more emphasis.

"Hi, Alex! You look pretty nice too," she said, giving him the once over before glancing back down at Morri, hopefully hiding the interest in her eyes. "And yeah, Morri, she looks great, doesn't she? See, Morri, you don't want to leave yet and disappoint Alex, do you?"

Sonja glanced around the room, looking for something to distract Morri from her distress, when her eyes fell on the empty dance floor. Hmmm, more people watching, but maybe she won't notice, worrying about dancing. She's wearing those boots like she was born in them, even knowing nothing, she'll do fine.

"Hey, Morri, do you like to dance?" Sonja asked, subtly urging her to the dance floor. "If you don't know how, just follow my lead, it's easy. Ari, something we can dance too, please?"

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"That's sounds....nice. I'm sure all the kids here are shining paragons of whatever, Sunshine literally, but...yeah. That sounds nice." She took a sip of her root beer and motioned around the room, that smile taking on her usual spark. "Got a favorite spot yet?"


"Not, really." He looked about the scene and his eye caught sight of the tabled Cirque had set up in the back, away from everything for hanging/making out. "How about back there? Away from the door and high pitched squealing of everyone walking through it."

He extended his arm in a polite motion that urged her away from everyone else. "I hope I don't come off as sounding stupid, but, uh, I'd kinda like to get to know you a bit, anything in particular you wanna talk about, or, uh..."

His sentence trailed off as they both found a bench Cirque has swiped from the garden and claimed it as 'theirs'. He wasn't distracted by the people entering, or the lovely people at the doorway, it was just him and Oneca now, just slightly further away from everyone else in their own shadowy spot in a corner. It seemed however, that he really just didn't know how to spark up a conversation... but was trying all the same.

She'll either hang, or blow me off. Wonder why her tattoo moves? That kicks ass.

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Revenant and Oneca have moved to the back of the party, away from the doorway an the commotion. Unless someone approaches them, please consider their conversation to be OOC knowledge, since it out of earshot now (plus the music is blaring). wink
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With a final smile for Morri and Sonja as the tall blonde girl began her entreaties for her friend to dance, Alex turned away and blew out the breath he'd been holding in a faint whistle. God damn, but there are some pretty girls here. "Yeah, send the mutie freak to the mutie freak school! That'll show him!" Well, nyah to you, dear parents. I'm having the time of my life and I've not been here a week yet. The faint frown that darkened his features lasted for only a few steps, then he smiled again as he passed Aradia, Kia and Kazuo.

"Back soon. Got some more lost lambs to collect." He leaned close and murmured to Ari as he passed. Without further pause, the young mutant opened the patio door again and stepped into the winter night.

He paused for a second, looking up. The moon and stars were bright tonight in a clear, cold sky. Of to the north, a faint winking light could be seen traversing the sky: a plane on it's way somewhere. Behind him there was the muffled din of music and conversation, but right here it seemed there was silence but for the stars' light caressing his cells with their music.

Light flared in his aura as he spread his arms and took off, lifting higher and higher above the ground, his eyes fixed on the vault of heaven overhead. For a mad, mad moment he considered flying up further. Up as far as he could to try and reach those stars and hear their music more clearly. The urge passed swiftly, and he turned his blue eyes down towards the main dorm building before descending as a streak of golden light. There were things still to do here, after all.

He wandered back into the official party, grabbing a paper cup of soda and exchanging smiled pleasantries with a few people. He mingled a little, allowing himself to be cajoled into a couple of dances and managing to deflect many more offers with good grace before zeroing in on his targets.

"Hello you two." It was perhaps the least unwelcome disruption to Jamie and Ren's dance. Smooth English tones washed over them along with golden warmth seemingly imported from an exotic beach somewhere. "I have an invitation to deliver to Jamie here, from Sonja, specifically." He smiled dazzlingly at Jamie. "Though you also are invited, naturally." he added to Ren. Blue eyes regarded the pair of them good-humoredly "It's to a real party. Interested?"

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Kia looked around as a newcomer stepped up to Aradia...no Cirque, apparently. That made her wonder if mutants were 'supposed' to pick names...but that made no sense, because Sonja and, well most everyone she'd met so far, didn't have any other names. That they'd told her of.

Then she recognized Jor and burst into her trademark shiny grin. "Jor! You made it!" Her smile was especially sunny now, because she was laughing at herself inside. Who cared about mutant names or any of that? It was awesome just getting to know other mutants at all!

"I was just about to get a soda. Do you want anything?" She looked at Kazuo and Aradia. "Anyone?"

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Yeah, sure Aradia looked normal, glowing green eyes and all, right? wink

But she sure as hell was confident, and for a guy like Kazuo, confidence was just about the most appealing thing a girl could put on in the morning.

He took the proffered soda from her with a smile as he returned from his (probably entirely ineffective) efforts at putting his roomy at ease and listened as she gave her nickname and explained its origins. “You were in the circus? Kukkoi, neh?! Uh… that means like ‘cool’, n’shit”, he added when he saw her growing look of confusion as he slipped back into Japanese. When Ari asked about Morri, Kazuo looked thoughtfully over his shoulder at the topic of discussion for a moment before he looked back at her and said, very conversationally, “Who, her? She’s fuckin’ nuts is all. And she doesn’t talk much. Otherwise she’s cool, I guess.”

Right about then was when Alex stopped by with his incredibly good news concerning the ‘real drink’, and prompting Kazuo’s look of incredulosity (at Alex’s extraordinary good looks) and irritation (that he would bring those good looks into such close proximity to any girl that Kazuo was actually talking to) to transform rapidly into one of delight and anticipation. He even smirked and let out a little chuckle of mirth at Alex’s joke, which was pretty rare in itself.

Kazuo turned his gaze back to ‘Cirque’ and looked at her with that razor smile of his, and then said, “You know he’s right. I am gonna have ta dance with some a the other chicks around here. But don’t worry, bijin, you’ll get your turn sooner or later.” Somehow, Kazuo managed to say this in a way that made it perfectly clear that he knew that Aradia not only wasn’t worried about it, but that a girl like her was gonna dance with whoever the hell she wanted to dance with, and let the other girls beware.

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Jor was pleased by the enthusiastic greeting from Kia, no 16 year old boy could be unaffected by an extremely cute girl being happy to see him. "Sure, I'll join ya, I'm pretty thirsty even if it is soda." He smiled back at her. Now this was more like it. Pretty girl, party, decent music, yeah.

"After we quench our thirst we should dance."

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She settled down on the bench, her eyes roving the room before settling back on him. "Well, if you want to get to know me, then....let's start with questions. I'll as you one, and then you ask me one. Hmmnn....let's start with something simple."

She thought for a moment, tapping her finger against her lips again in what must be a habit for her. "Okay, where'd'ja pick up the name 'Revenant'? Somehow I don't think it's what's on your birth certificate."

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Josh was definitely a late arrival, but better late than never, right? He rolled in wearing a blue button up shirt and newer looking blue jeans, with some black tennis shoes that looked like they’d never been worn (it’s amazing how long shoes will look like that when you’re paralyzed from the waist down). His short cropped brown hair was slicked back.

He rolled into the common room and immediately looked like a fish out of water. Josh just wasn’t the social type, but he was making an effort. He eyed the dance floor and discounted that (who’d want to dance with a wheel chair?), then looked at the different couches and cliques that had already formed. These looked like where he’d probably have to go, but he’d have to find a place where he could pull up without blocking the exit but still be a part of the conversation… not an easy task, especially when he didn’t know hardly anybody here.

Then he spotted the ample array of food. This was a good place to go. It would allow him to make his presence known and give anybody who might come up to him of their own volition time to do so. Barring that, and he highly doubted, but very much wished it would happen, but he expected this to just buy him some time before he had to do the hard part of socializing… make first contact with someone new.

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"Well, uh," He stalled for just a second, turning the soda around in his hands. "I uh, kinda used to be government property, I guess you could say." He turned over his arm and showed her the barcode on his wrist.

"They really treated us like shit, too." He sighed and took a moment to reflect. "Anyway, they hurt one of us, C.C., pretty bad one night. She was about the age we are now when they killed her, used to take turns with her on slow nights, you see."

Why am I telling her this? People don't need to kn- He looked into her eyes as he formed the word in his mind for his next phrase. Oh, yeah.. because she's listening... and beautiful... I'm so loosing 'dark 'n brooding' points right now, I can feel it.

"Anyway, one of my powers is using another's life force. Copying them, I guess. I'll show ya, later if you like, just uh, not around everyone." He smiled, hoping he wasn't bringing her down with his sad tale. "So these guys hurt her to the point that it killed her. I flipped out and used my power to copy what was left of her powers, which was a sort of psychic paralysis. I took care of them and C.C. was the last person they saw before they slipped into a permanent coma of nightmares and misery."

I did it for you C.C., I'm sorry it came too late. We'll never forget you.

"I got caught, and all the soldiers buddies kicked the shit out of me, telling my to reverse it, but I couldn't. The dumb asses killed the only person who could. The shit was just on loan to me, y'know?" His chuckle at the thought of one upping his past oppressors told her the memory wasn't to painful. "All the other prisoners started calling me 'Revenant'. The ghost or spirit of someone who comes back to finish what someone else could not while they were alive. I was reborn after that it felt like. I could and would use my powers to make life a living hell for anyone who would treat us like those guys treated C.C. and all the others."

"I escaped about a year and half ago. Live on the streets since. Drumm found me, offered me a choice n' all that." He shrugged a conclusion.

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Daniel nods to Glacia and smiles. "Now we take this rare opportunity to mingle." He had been making his way over to the others Alex had brought with him on the first run, When he saw Sonja looking towards the Dance Floor. He led Glacia over to them a bright smile on his face.

"Perhaps if she saw someone else doing it she'd be more comfortable." He looks to Cirque. "Preferrably a song that's actually dancable, please."

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Ren let go of Jamie's waist as Alex stepped up to them and inundated them in his warm aura and British cheeriness. He listened to the proposal with an utterly blank expression.

Alex looked like he belonged in a picture frame. Or on the ceiling of some cathedral. Next to him, Ren's sculpted good looks were plainer than mud. His eyes narrowed as he forced a pinched, flat smile.

"Sure. Cool. Whatever the lady wants." he answered, trying hard for a playful nonchalance. He turned towards Jamie and, while he awaited her verdict he looked back at Alex. "So, I'm Ren." he jabbed a hand at Alex, a muscle in his jaw twitched, but his smile grew a hint more convincing.

"Nice to meet you, Sunshine."

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"Alex." he corrected without any real heat as he took the offered hand, his smile confident and easy. "But Sunshine is better than some names people might give me. Nice to meet you, Ren." He half-turned and offered the same hand to Jamie as both boys waited for the girl to answer.

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Oneca listened quietly as he went through his story. She'd heard rumors, but then she'd heard just about every wild conspiracy theory out there about mutants and what was happening to them. She'd never admit to Sonja or her parents, but ever since her remaining sister had gotten quietly packed off to 'a private boarding school' in upstate New York, Oneca had set about learning everything she could about what that meant for her elder sibling. She'd already lost one sister, she wasn't going to lose the other without a fight. And now, without a pretty damn costly fight for anyone that thought 'Barbie' was an easy target. She might not like her, but Oneca loved her sister.

To hear some of the worst of it first-hand made her blood boil; Revenant could feel a faint wash of heat come off her and an equally faint smell of burning....something. Something hot and disturbing that could be burning metal or rock or something between. Her tattoo fairly writhed in angry vine patterns over the left side of her face; he could even see it slithering down her left shoulder and over her arm, looking like it was tying itself in angry knots over her flesh. Her voice was balanced between anger and compassion and pitched low enough that he could hear it over the music, but that any eavesdroppers would only be able to make out a word or two. "That's....feh....they call us monsters. Fucking psychopathic hypocrites. They just don't like that we can do it better'n them if we put our minds to it. Bloody short-sided morons have already lost the evolutionary battle. They just wanna go out with a bang, I guess."

She shook her head, trying to shake off the bad vibes she was making. "Sorry. I didn't mean to bring up somethin' painful, but good on you for making those fuckers pay. And for getting out." She took a swig of her rootbeer and the heat and smell faded; the tattoo stopped moving, but it was still dark and ominous on her skin. "Your turn, though, if you still wanna play."

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"Yeah, sure. I'm still game." He bounced really well it seemed. It appeared Oneca's favorable praise of his methods for dealing with mutant haters bolstered his resolve a bit and alleviated some of his shyness. It's hard to talk with someone when they think you're a psycho, sometimes. "Hell, I'd gladly do it again if anyone came here to hurt any of these guys, or you." He looked into her eyes as he said that and kicked himself mentally. He was generalizing, but the way it came out made him sound like some smitten school-boy.

Ah, damn. That could have come out better.

He looked at her, once again admiring how lovely she was in a way that he could quite label, but the more he was around her the easier it was becoming to just loosen up an enjoy her company. "So, uh, what's your story, huh? How'd you get here and all that?"

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Whatever the lady wants, eh? Well...huh. What did the lady want? The 'tame' party was plenty tame enough for her. She was quite happy without a bunch of boozy teenagers falling all over and around her, without a bunch of Norwegian death metal or dark techno or whatever blaring at her. But...

What did Ren what? Jamie thought she probably knew.

She took Alex's hand, smiling. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Alex. And you said something about a real party? Sounds loads more interesting than anything the school could pull off. I'm up for it."

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He smiled at Jor ho had already managed to get a drink and quite possibly a dance partner. "looks like people are getting into the spirit of things."

He nodded at Alex's comment about the immpending booze, though he'd be abstaining. He wouldn't be able to do the show if he got hammered.

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She nodded at his sentiment about people hurting the kids at LHA and murmured, "Count me in, too."

At his question, she shrugged and settled back against the bench. "I summoned a demon. It worked....sort of. Now, I get to join Barbie at school because the PTA isn't real keep on letting me around their darling little lambs anymore." She wanted to smoke now and looked around to see if there was a designated smoking area. Yeah, right. Whatever. I'm not ready to stand in the cold yet.

"My parent's freaked out, way more than they did when Sonja put a kid in a wheelchair for the rest of his life even though all I did was scorch a circle into the cement basement. But hey, we've already proven with our laws that property's more important than people. So I got the third degree lecture from them, the cops, an imam, and again from my parents before they booted me over here. Pretty crap, but at least they're better than most of the parents I've heard about here. Disowning kids, abandoning them somewhere, whatever. Sonja came home the first year in tears because one of the friends she'd made told her how his dad strung him up from a tree after finding out and would beat him for an hour or so before and after work. He managed to get the rope off one night, and the asshole chased him through their podunk excuse of a town with a shotgun." She shrugged, "My parents just cut my allowance and made me switch schools because I wouldn't have been allowed back at my old school anyways."

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She nodded briefly to Alex as he mentioned heading off to get some of the others, and glanced around, knowing there wouldn't be too many more trips - it looked like most of the people that V had put on the invite list were here, and the little boathouse was getting pretty packed.

Someone off to the side asked her for music they could dance too, and so far the playlist had been running through some more mellow selections - whoever had planned it had obviously anticipated the "meet and greet" start to the evening. But people were starting to get antsy, and Ari figured it was time to crank it up a little.

She glanced back at Kazuo, and the glow from her eyes almost seemed to glimmer for a moment. He coupled with with the smirk she threw him, and made the logical assumption that she was amused at the comment.

"I'm sure I'll manage till then. Hope you do."

With that, she turned and sauntered back off towards the laptop. She scrolled briefly down the list, and then double-clicked on a techno-alternative Black Eyed Peas song called "Boom Boom Pow" that was popular enough for everyone to know it and dance to it. She stepped up on a chair, and her voice lifted above the initial beats of the song as she called out to the crowd.

"Thanks for coming guys! There's plenty of food, and drinks are on the way - the staff likes to pretend they don't know we do this, but let's keep it cool tonight so they don't feel the need to bust it up, okay? Other than that, feel free to mod the playlist if you want, and let's ring in the New Year mutie-style, huh?!"

Then she hopped off the chair and walked out onto the dance floor herself, her eyes flickering across the crowd briefly till they rested on one of the party-goers. His name was Mark, and he was in the theater department. She knew he was a good dancer, so she crooked a finger at him and flashed him a smile, and he made his way over to her. They started to dance, and both of them seemed to be naturals at it, taking to the dance floor like fish to water. Of course, the students not new to the school knew that they had been two of the main characters in last year's musical, and were well acquainted at dancing with each other. They were also both very good at it, and Mark's boyfriend Alex had two left feet, so he never minded when Mark danced with the theater crowd. It sure saved him from having to do it.

[OOC: Assume Ari will dance w/NPC's until stated otherwise or a PC approaches her, since most of them are occupied at the moment. She has Dex 4/Perform 3 and seems to know how to handle most types of music with a fair amount of talent and sex appeal. wink ]

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Ren gave Jamie a surprised look, shot his cuffs and shrugged his acceptance.

"Lead the way, Sunshine." He softened the quip with an almost friendly seeming wink and then turned a teasing smile on Jamie. "Who'd have guessed you were such a big party girl," he felt his mood lightening a little more as they both headed back with Alex toward the lakehouse.

He was sure to hate half the people there, and the other half were sure to hate him but, So what, Ren figured. He had a beautiful girl for a date. He was gonna get plastered and have a good time. Fuck it. He found Jamie's hand with his and gave it a little squeeze.

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"You summoned a demon?" He looked at her with a measure of disbelief. "Seriously? Like just you, or you and some friends?"

I call bullshit, but if so, that's one up on me. Never seen a demon before. Besides, with all the messed up shit in the world, is a demon really all that far out there? I wonder...

"I have to hear this." He grinned a bit, hoping she'd share. "Did it actually appear? You saw it?"

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Now she really wanted a cigarette. "Just me. Trust me, the pansy weekend-Wiccans aren't the kind of people you want around if you're trying to do something serious. They're all..." her voice rose in pitch in universal tone of mockery "Goddess bless that, and Three Fold Law this, and harm none, and any other lame rejects of the Flower Power generation of feel-good-with-shrooms."

She finished off the soda and set it on a convenient end table, "And like I said, it sorta worked." She fished out a clove and fiddled it between her fingers, leaning forward as her mind roved over the memories of that night. She debated how much to tell him, but he'd played fair up so far and she felt like maybe he wouldn't laugh at her or try and get her committed like the police did. "Truth is...." she sighed and glanced up at him, then down at the floor, "truth is, it worked, but then I went and screwed it up. I didn't really expect it to. To work. Years of wishful thinking and lots of smoke and mirrors and just crap, you don't expect to actually make anything happen."

Her voice dropped even lower, almost to low for him to hear, "But it did. There was....I don't even know how to explain it. Not some red dude with horns and pitchfork and some bad knock-off of an Armani, but this....feeling....this presence." The smell was back, and now Revenant had a word for it - brimstone. The tattoo was moving slowly, slithering in a sinuous caress over her body but never straying from the left side. "And it wanted to know what the hell I wanted. I freaked. I tried to explain, but I couldn't think , couldn't speak. Then I passed out."

She leaned back again, still fiddling with the cigarette and trying to look non-chalant. "I woke up when my dad broke my circle. Everything inside was ash, except for me. Everything, even the metal stuff. And I was different. Marked." Her voice dropped to whisper, her eyes haunted, "If I just could have told it why....what I needed......"

She sighed again and then took a deep breath, letting it out slowly. "But it doesn't matter. Life and death, the whole stupid marry-go-round, it is what it is. I fucked up, now I'm this instead of something useful, but it's a step...somewhere."

"That's my story."

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Alex led the pair down the lakehouse without any complications, walking so that Jamie was between him and Ren so the slender girl got the best benefit of his warm aura. There was a well-cleared path over the snow-covered fields: having Daniel and Alex both shuttling back and forth would do that, so it was with remarkably dry and warm feet that Jamie and Ren arrived at the lakehouse. Alex threw open the door and gestured them both in before slipping in after them. Grinning. he leaned close to make himself heard over the music, not-quite shouting.

"Enjoy yourselves. Food and drinks are over there. Big-people drinks should be arriving fairly soon. Scream if you need anything. Or, y'know, if you just feel like screaming." he told them with an impish smile before swirling off into the throng, which opened up then closed behind him as he passed. The tall English mutant was, to say the least, hard to miss as he moved through the dancing students to the beat of the music, his radiance moving over those he brushed past like the touch of Summer itself.

Aradia caught his eye and he smiled, moving closer and bathing the green-eyed girl in his light. He owed her a dance at least for saving his arse a few nights back, and besides she had killer shoulders, not to mention she was just plain fun. Right now, fun was what he needed. He left behind his worries over his abilities, his bitterness at his parents, his concerns about being mutant in a mutant-hating world. All were swept away as the beat rose up through his body and he just danced.

((OOC Note: Alex has Dex 4 and Perform 2. He's not too shabby on the floor, but dances with more intuition than practice.))

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Kazuo's words weren't as helpful as they could be to someone who could understand them all. Her glowing eyes watched him stalk off and talk to another girl. Her thoughts on this, or anything were hard to discern, as always.

Sonja didn't give her a chance to consider. Her friend wanted to dance with her, and Morri found it hard to say no to her friend. She wasn't sure what this entailed, but she was willing to try.

But Sonja was wrong about one thing. It was bad to be pretty. Morri couldn't have said why, but she knew that it was true.

Together, the women reached the dance floor. Sonja, true to her word, started to lead, letting Morri follow her. For a moment, it seemed like that she'd freeze up or be so bad at dancing that it'd be embarrassing for her to continue.

There are many kinds of memory. One is the memory of the mind - dates, names, faces - pure data. Another is emotional, triggered by situations, sounds or even scents. The one that mattered right now was muscle memory.

Somewhere deep in Morri, the music called to a memory locked within her muscles and sinews. Slowly, hesitantly, she began to trust the impulses, her arms and legs moving in more controlled ways. Soon, she began to look like she belonged here, dancing to this music.

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Her effective pool for dancing is a 6, as someone performing hip-hop dance. Picture that as you will.
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Originally Posted By: Oneca Bahaar
She sighed again and then took a deep breath, letting it out slowly. "But it doesn't matter. Life and death, the whole stupid marry-go-round, it is what it is. I fucked up, now I'm this instead of something useful, but it's a step...somewhere."

"That's my story."


"Wow." He tried to smile, but he had to admit that she had one hell of a story. He found himself feeling a bit foolish for even considering believing it, but he had no reason not to take her word for it. "We're pretty messed up, huh?" He mused.

"Hell, if you did it once, just do it again, right?" He was a smart guy, but when came to varied religions he knew very little aside from a few names or basic concepts. "Imagine the time you could have with a demon on your side when some mutant hater came callin'." He thought about that for a second and he kinda liked how it sounded, that'd be one hell of a weapon in the arsenal against humanity, even if he had no idea how one went about summoning one (if they even existed).

"Learn from yesterday, live for today, hope for tomorrow." He turned the can about in his hands again, having only taken a single drink of it the whole time they talked thus far. "The important thing is not to stop questioning. Whatever you are now, you're it for a reason, n'est-ce pas?" He really didn't know French, but he liked how that sounded ever since he heard Jack Nicholson say it in the old Bat Man movie.

"You uh, wanna step outside for a second?" He asked her, noticing the way she fidgeted with her clove. It didn't take a brain surgeon to notice she wanted a few moments of fresh air. He looked at the crowd, finally noticing things had moved on without them. "Dear Lord, they've started to dance," He tilted his head as he looked at Morri. "I think."
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"No, that'll be fine," Violet assured the driver as the last crate was hauled out of the back of the sturdy four-wheel drive SUV that passed for a taxi in upstate New York. She levelled a dazzling smile at the shivering man, rubbing her gloved hands together while she watched the cargo being unloaded into the snow. “You’ve been incredibly helpful, and I’ll be sure to mention that the next time I talk to our friend.”

“Yeah, I, uh, I appreciate that, ma’am.” Bill Maciejewski returned her smile nervously, glancing covertly at the shadowy trees that lined the road. This chick might’ve been smokin’ in a serious way, but she looked young enough to make the long-time courier more than a little apprehensive. It was a hell of a lot of booze for just a delivery, especially all the way out here. It was New Year’s Eve, though, and he figured the fact that she’d paid up-front in cash said a lot about her trust in their little “delivery service.” That oughtta count for something, right? He glanced surreptitiously at the glowing readout inside the still-running Expedition; his partner was still dozing in the passenger seat, the schmuck. 10:12. If he went straight to Marco’s when he left, he’d have plenty of time to find a hottie drunk enough to not say ‘No.’ Hell, if this purple-haired girl wasn’t doing anything…

“Here you are,” Violet smiled again, and if it seemed a trifle chillier than it had before, well, they were standing in the snow, weren’t they? She tucked a few bills, discreetly folded, into his outstretched hand, and gestured toward the nearest wooden crate. “Gas is expensive,” was all she said by way of explanation, and to his credit, Bill didn’t question the bonus. “Grab one for yourself, before you go, so you can toast with your girl and ring in the New Year the right way, hmm?” She kept right on smiling, and if it was obvious that he didn’t exactly have ‘a girl,’ she didn’t let on.

“Yeah,” he nodded, rubbing the back of his neck with a gloved hand and grinning sheepishly at the snow. “Yeah, I think I will. You guys, uh…” He wasn’t sure what to say to some lady smuggling booze into a mutant school, even one that tipped in cash and champagne. “You have yourselves a happy New Year, now.” Shuffling quickly through the shin-deep snow, he prized the lid open and tugged out a large green glass bottle. Moments later, the headlights came back on, and the black SUV rumbled out of sight.

“Well,” the young girl sighed, her breath turning to frigid mist in the night air as she glanced about. “I think I’m going to need a little help with all of this.”

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The door leading from the winding path to the boathouse swung open, allowing an icy gust of wind to rush through the room as a snow-dusted Violet swept breezily in. Tiny flakes were caught in her hair and frozen in her lashes, as well as dusting her long, dark coat in a fine veil of sparkling white that began to fade as soon as she closed the door again. Her brilliant smile was the visual equivalent of an enthusiastic embrace directed at everyone present, and though she’d used very little in the way of cosmetics, the cold had rouged her cheeks (and, to her chagrin, numbed the tip of her nose) and brightened her eyes as she waved cheerfully to everyone.

Good! she thought emphatically, her pleasure at seeing so many of those she’d invited clearly evident in her expression. Hopefully this’ll all go smoothly. The turnout’s better than last year's, anyway, and at least we have heat this time! With this cheerful thought to buoy her already-soaring spirits (and noting that no one seemed to be breaking the furniture or each other), she stripped off her coat and hung it near the door. Primly, she smoothed out the skirt of her dress and traded boots for kitten-heeled black patent pumps. With her pretty, cocktail-night ensemble and upswept hair, she looked less like a budding criminal and more like a contemporary Stepford girl. ...At least until she fished a suspiciously bottle-shaped paper bag from the inside pocket of her coat.

"Thank you all for coming!" she called out over the music, laughing as she made her way into the mix of people. "Once I steal away a few of these strapping young lads, the moment I'm sure you've all been waiting for will arrive."

"Hey!" someone shouted. "Booze is here!"

At that, she laughed again and nodded, waving over volunteers willing to brave the cold for a little liquid courage.

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The crates aren't solid- they're more like wooden slats made into reinforcing frames around the actual cardboard containers. When it's all brought in, there's a wide variety of drinks available, ranging from nicer lagers and staples like vodka to several bottles of champagne for the midnight toast. Nothing is in massive quantities, however, since this isn't a huge party; assume the shot-and-mixed-drink basics are in large bottles, with one of each of the more popular varieties. Lightweights can even find some fruity bottled drinks like Smirnoff Triple Black and the like. wink
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"Hey!" someone shouted. "Booze is here!"

Alex turned at the shout and saw Violet standing by the door. He turned back to Aradia. "That's my cue." he said with a grin and slipped away, making his way over to the door through the still mostly-distracted crowd.

"Hey." he said to Violet, his smile a little shy as he took in the view. He coughed once, trying to keep his cool and (mostly) succeeding. "You look gorgeous!" Okay, maybe not all that cool, come to think of it. "Uh, that's to say, it's good to see you." Though his smile felt goofy on his face, it was dazzling, and the warmth of his aura stole the remaining chill from Violet's face and hands as he stood next to her.

"We're all set here." he told the purple-haired beauty, focusing on business. "Point us at the crates and we'll ship 'em in."

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Aradia had fun dancing with Alex, and though she wasn't as obvious about her flirtation as most girls, she couldn't quite help shooting a couple looks at him. Of course she was so naturally outgoing that a couple intrigued looks didn't stand out too much from her regular friendly expressions, and she smiled and nodded when he left to go help Violet with the drinks. If she noticed that his demeanor changed to something slightly more puppy-dog like in Violet's purple-eyed presence, she didn't say anything, merely watched for a moment with a slight sigh.

Nothin' worth getting worked up over.. it's not like he can help it. She just has that effect on 'em, after all.

She briefly considered volunteering her services to help with the booze, but she didn't have a coat with her and she'd done a lot to help set up for the night anyway. She felt justified and blowing off that one chore and leaving it to the guys. She stepped back into the crowd, joining Morri and Sanja in dancing to a hip-hop beat that was currently playing.

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Jamie chuckled. "Party girl indeed," she murmured, gripping Ren's hand firmly and following Sunny D-Light to the lakehouse.

Which was loud.

Jamie wasn't sure to make of it. The music was not really to her taste, there were a lot of people here, there'd probably be (gasp!) alcohol. It was the sort of party she'd be afraid to go to on pain of permanent grounding, once upon a time. Now, with Ren's hand clutched in hers and the beat of the music pounding through her bones, she felt a thrill of wary excitement.

"So," she said, struggling to be heard over the music, "I believe we were dancing?"

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Oneca watched the red-eyed girl for a minute, her lips quirked in a half-hearted smirk. "She dances better than me."

"Outside sounds cold and wonderful," she said as she stood up. They made their way outside and she leaned up against the wall, lighting the clove with a zippo before responding to what he'd said. "I did try, once. To see if I could get things changed around or what. I couldn't even get half-way through the ritual though. Things started going along like they did before, but then stuff just started.... disintegrating. Falling apart like it was being burned, but there wasn't any fire except for the candles. And it didn't stop at the circle that time. It ended up taking out most of the stuff in my room, including a good chunk of the floor. It's...uh....how I found out I could fly. Lucky trick there or I'd've probably shown up here with a broken arm or leg."

She took a long drag on the cigarette, grateful for the nicotine making its way through her system. "So, not more demon-summoning until I got this shit under control. Maybe by then, I'll know enough to do it right."

She took another pull and then glanced over at him, "So....my next question. Still gonna hang out with the crazy goth chick, or is time to start thinking up excuses that won't upset the psycho?" She was smiling when she asked, but it was a brittle carelessness, easy to see through.

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"What!?" Ren yelled back at Jamie. He was grinning at her and frowning at her all at once. But whether he heard her or not, he seemed to have the same idea in mind. He made a bee-line for the dance floor with her, and once he'd got her there, he immediately started rocking to the pounding beat.

A playful mood had overtaken his earilier grumpiness. As he refastened his hands to her hips and began to dance with her, Ren kept making little faces at Jamie. A hyper serious squint. An intensely lifted eyebrow. And finally, just a relaxed and happy smile.

His eyes stayed on her the whole while, as if the room were empty but for her and the dance floor theirs and theirs alone.

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