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Post by Wynne Westwater on Jun 11, 2006 21:12:06 GMT -4
Haha Someone's an expert with the druggies.. -slaps- Brain cells are good...!
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The Amazing Flick
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I am awesome, and you know it...your just jealous because even when I shrink mines bigger than yours
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Post by The Amazing Flick on Jun 11, 2006 21:12:16 GMT -4
A party? Like Oh Muh Gawd, a party! Tonight? EE gads, what will I wear? How should I wear my hair? Who's gunna be there? EEEE so exciting. I'm going to paint my nails. Cotton pink, or cloudy white? WHy not both? Ee gads, your righ tI knew there was a reason we're best friends. He..he...heee
BANG Kill me now.
Jeremy Swanson sat beside the two girls all through physics as they giggeled and talked through their professors lecture, about this party. By the end of class he wanted to punch them both in the face, and his resentment toards them had actually made his fists inlarge. Ah, anger was a weakness. He didn't like it very much, thats why he prefered humor. Humor could hurt people but wasn't as cruel as actual physical torment or verbal abuse. Anyway, this party, this thing the two had been talking about the intire class was all over the school. Had he been invited? Yes, which surprised the shit out of Jeremy himself, as it was being held at the Team HQ, a place that he doubted he'd ever see the inside of and honestly had not much interest in.
Ring.
Freedom! Ahh! Jeremy swooped his books off his desk into his messanger bag and quickly ran out of the classroom, grasping the wall as the two girls past him and panting for breath. Ah air, no longer surrounded by their high squeel giggles and insistant girly slang. Sickening. BLech. Now, Jeremy was all for women, infact, he had a down right addiction to them, thought himself a bit of a playboy (keep in mind hes never had a sucessful relationship, and has only had sex with one girl). But those girls made him want to take a nail and hammer to the forhead. Ee gads! Even as he straightened up and began down the corridors of the school, he could hear pieces of peoples conversations.
"Party..."
"...Party."
"PARTTAAYYY BIATCH."
Good lord, it was everywhere. Meaning everyone was going. Meaning staying behind would be pointless because then he'd be utterly alone. Not that that was a bad thing. Even Flick, who loved people and loved to entertain people, enjoyed his moments of solitude, as rare as they were. It seemed at Hawthorne Academy, there was not one place a student could go that they could be alone for more than five minutes. Even the showers, which made for some interesting lunch time stories. So would he stay? Or Would he go? Oh man what a tight song. Ah attack of the A.D.D. Monster! Concentrate Flickeroo, concentrate.
Party..party...ah yes party.
There we go, back on track.The boy watched as people faded from the halls and then followed the suit, wandering to his dorm room. He locked the door behind him, dropped his bag on the floor with a loud thud and flopped onto his bed. The party wasn't for, what another thousand hours? A nap wouldn't hurt. Yawn. Blink Blink.
[insert Flick's dream]
*Twilight zone theme music*
"Its FLICKZILLA AHHHH!"
Flicks large blue eyes looked at the ground from which the shouting took place. Who was that? Father? His eyes narrowed and he lifted one large foot stepping on the man, muffling his screams. Scrunnccchh. Ah what a satisfying sound. THud thud thud. More screams from the towns people below. Should he do it? Should he? He should! Forming his hands into large fist, Flick began banging his chest like king kong, screaming and laughing, the earth below him shaking in terror. And then a beautiful sight, a woman with golden hair wavering in the wind, her white dress nearly see through in the light.
"Flick no! I lovist thou!"
SMOOCH
Bepp beep beep.
"Oh God damnit."
Growl. Two seablue eyes opened to stare at the clock. Shit, was he late? What time was the party? And why did he even bother waking up, just at the good part. Rawr. Pushing himself off the bed, he crawled to his closet and opened the doorlooking in the mirror. The 5'8 16 year old boy staring back at him, was a handsome one. Or so he liked to think (others disagreed). Though his hair was completly smashed to one side and his eyes were obviously tired, Flick didn't seem to care. He quickly brushed his hair and removed his uniform, pulling on a pair of black pants and a decent black dress shirt. Dress to impress right? He left the top three buttons undone. Let the ladies have what they want.
Splish. Splash.
He quickly applied a little cologne here and there, grabbed his wallet, said goodbye to his snake that had curled itself around his bed post, and exited his dorm room. Tra-lala. The boys whistle echoed in the hallway and exited the school altogether, making his way across the dark grounds. Shit where was he going? Taking a sigh, the boy closed his eyes, trying to remembenr. Ah yes, a stones throw away. Having worked at the Academy grounds during the summer he was fully aware of were the house was, though he had never been inside.
Ding Dong.
"Mother always said it was rude to barge into a home."
Well mother wasn't here. He tested the door knob. Locked. Shiiittt.
((bad post sorry))
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Post by Jake Wallace on Jun 11, 2006 21:16:51 GMT -4
"Ee gahds?" Sounds like someone's seen The Music Man too many times.
and hey, yeah, brain cells are great but there's like a couple to spare, right?
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Post by Wynne Westwater on Jun 11, 2006 21:36:48 GMT -4
Wynne heard Jake call after her but she really didn’t need his little behavior right now. The party had arrived and who knows what Jake would be doing tonight. She didn’t want to make up with him right now because she’d probably be yelling at him again tomorrow morning. Jake liked Drugs. Pot mostly. Wynne hated when he did it. She loved Jake with all of her heart but she hated him when he was high or drunk.
She only witnessed these cases three times before, which wouldn’t be so bad. Wynne caught a bag of Pot underneath Jake’s pillow one-day and when she asked why he had it, his reply was,
“My cat is a huge stoner.â€
She didn’t talk to him for a while after that. He promised he wouldn’t do it anymore but she didn’t know whether to believe him or not. She also dealt with Drunk Jake. He came to his dorm one night and was all grabby. Trying to feel Wynne up and everything. Wynne promised Jake that if he took some medicine, she would strip for him. He was all for it until he realized that one of the side effects from the medicine was drowsiness. He was asleep before Wynne’s shoe was even off.
Now that Wynne thought about it. Her and Jake had had a lot of fights in the past. She was surprised he put up with all her strict rules. Now that’s the thing. Wynne thought about it for a minute. She didn’t know whether or not he did quit with the drugs. He still drank which was unfortunate but still acceptable but Wynne didn’t know if he was still doing drugs.
Wynne walked over to a chair in the kitchen, trying to get away from the noise. Before she left however, she saw Lainey walk down from upstairs. She looked pretty. Looked like one of those models in the magazines. If a guy didn’t talk to her tonight, they would be either stupid or gay. No matter what the guys said, Lainey was so much prettier and nicer, so far, then Blair.
Before walking into the kitchen, Wynne took a glance around the room. She was looking for the little skanky whore and her accomplice. Whoa, where did that come from? So Wynne could be a little feisty. People never got to see the angry side of her and she didn’t plan on showing anyone that side.
She couldn’t help it when she saw Blair. Blair reminder her of all those girls. All those girls who always got the guy. Who always acted stupid so guys would think her cute and funny. Hadley wasn’t much better. She didn’t spot either of them. Good sign. Maybe there wouldn’t be an orgy tonight. Blair would be the one to start it.
Wynne walked into the kitchen and opened the refrigerator. She grabbed a bottle of water and sighed. She rubbed her forehead and sighed. Her head was already beginning to hurt. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. This was going to be a long night.
-poke- I think I'm going to go to bed. -ish tired- See ya all tommorrow! Don't post too much. -smile- -wavels-
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Post by Jade Delanvers on Jun 11, 2006 22:56:21 GMT -4
The day was only half finished. It wasn’t a school day, though. Jade didn’t really have anything to do at the moment. She didn’t really have anything to keep her busy; she was just sort of being aimless. Though, Jade Delanvers really had a full time job keeping her under control. She had to be sure that she never blew things up at bad moments and whatnot. That was a full job, despite what people thought. Most people assumed that she had a stick up her ass and that she was just a bit old grouch, but there was more to her than that. Jade Emberly Delanvers was so much more complicated. She had layers to her, and she didn’t show anyone who she really was. She had to remain stoic and cold all of the time. Her emotions were connected directly to her powers and she couldn’t take the chance of making any mistakes.
Jade had grown up knowing what she was capable of and as a result she had grown up far too fast. She didn’t kid around, and she didn’t really ever have time to be any sort of kid. She was like an adult, and a boring one at that. Jade was rude and cynical, among other things, as a result of both her upbringing and the façade that she had to hide herself with. Jade had to control her emotions unless she wanted to blow someone up, which she didn’t. Despite how she acted, Jade was good deep down inside. She wasn’t always the horrible person that she seemed to be. Not many could realize that, though. She didn’t give people a chance. If someone tried to get close to her they could only end up hurt, but then again… She did have people around her that were strong. Her friends were often times similar to her in the fact that they had intelligence and realized when to talk to her, when to leave her alone, and all of that sort of thing.
The day wasn’t over by any means. It was afternoon. The sun was no longer in its zenith, but it was still out and Jade wasn’t inside. She didn’t want to be inside at a moment like this. The sun was washing beautiful colors all about and it painted a wonderful picture. Not that Jade would ever say something like that. She was stationary at the moment and she was not moving at all. Her back rested against a rather tall tree and her direction was facing the horizon. Maybe she was being painted with the sun as well? Who knew? Even if she were being painted with that bright, lovely illumination she wouldn’t have appealed to anyone. Jade was a gangly thing, though she had muscles and other things. Jade had been doing martial arts since she was younger. She was trained well enough. She was pretty enough, underneath that façade. She didn’t try to look nice or appealing though. Jade’s idea of herself was distorted and as a result she didn’t try to look nice at all. Some caked on eyeliner on the bottom of her lids that didn’t even help make her bright blue eyes pop was all she wore. She didn’t wear any real colors either. It was more out of habit than much else, though. Jade was a black kind of girl…
Jade was a bitch too. Though, most people saw the bitch side of her it wasn’t the only side of her. Jade wasn’t as mean as everyone thought. She had to have things a certain way, thought. She had to have that control; she had to have her emotions in check. Miss Delanvers couldn’t have it any other way. She had to be surly for reasons of her own. IT was a form of protection. It protected both her and others. She had reasons; it made sense to her well enough. Jade had her legs in an upright position and she pulled them to her chest quietly as she closed her eyes and began her quiet meditation. IF she suppressed and got rid of her emotions she would always be fine. She could be in control. Some say emotions are for the weak, but they aren’t really. Jade wasn’t weak. She was strong! She had to be with the way she had been raised, among other things.
Understanding is something that not all people have. Jade was sort of odd, yes. She wasn’t as horrible as people made her out to be, though. She was tolerable and she tolerated others usually too. There were just some things that sparked her the wrong way! She was always in control and sometimes it didn’t even seem that way. IT didn’t matter, though. Friends would come and go, but so would other things. Jade would more than likely is what remained the same. She would always be jealous, she would always be cold, she would always be herself, and she couldn’t change. It was too hard and it didn’t suit her, along with it being impossible for her to remain in control that way…
The sun remained in the horizon and Jade peeked her eyes open and hummed a sad, depressing melody quietly as she sat there. She didn’t know what was really going on. She was more or less having down time, but it seemed that she was always being interrupted…
JAde had indeed been interrupted earlier that evening. She had been interrupted by Ni, who was someone she actually put up with. She hadn't cared about the party that was going on at the Debriefing house until she realized that she would have to end up moving her shit in while the parting was going on, considering how she had lost track oft he damned time.
Jade Delanvers wasn't one for parties. She hated them. She hated the thought of them, but she wasn't going to forego moving in just because of a party! HEll no, it was her new quarters anyway!
The 'Ice Queen' as JAde had been deemed, hadn't really unpacked her things. She had suspected she would be on the team. IT wasn't much of a shock considering the things that Jade could do. She could fight, she had far better control of all her powers and senses, and many other things that would be better than the competition. Jade was part vampire and she was in better control of herself than any of the other members of her team, though there were two of them that she could stand. JAde could stand her best friend and boyfriend, the others she would put up with because she had to, not because she chose to.
Toting the black hued baggage cases, Jade didn't bother to mess around. She went straight to the door, passing that elf boy again. Why was he outside if there was a party? Her question was answered when she went for the lock. Too bad that wouldn't keep JAde out. She took out her key, which she had gotten so don't ask how, and unlocked the door with a leer at the short boy, in her opinion.
"I'm letting you in, ferret boy, but you better not let anyone know. I'd rather not be associated with you."
She didn't wait for him. She gathered up her stuff, which consisted of two tote bags strapped over her shoulder, her backpack, and two carry ons with wheels, before she pushed her way through the mounds of people. She wasn't polite either. She was rude about it and she was using her elbows, catching people in their backs and whatnot as she made her way downstairs, knowing full and ell which room she wanted. It was easy to tell that Wynne had one of the rooms, and Jade claimed the other. She put a few things where she wanted them before she ventured out. It may be a party, which Jade did DETEST, but she wasn't about to just lock herself in that room.
Jade found herself wandering into the kitchen and finding Wynne, who she quickly joined. Her friend looked like she was getting a headache. JAde could understand. She didn't even like this sort of music. Make no mistake, Jade did listen to music. Usually rock or classical...
"Getting a headache already?"
She asked crossing her arms. She wasn't dressed differently. She had on black pants and a black long-sleeved tshirt. She wasn't going to change either. This was moronic. Why have a party like this? Jade just didn't want to know and she didn't need to get bent out of shape. She just had to remain calm and collected and in control to survive this night.
(sucks, but I posted finally.)
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Post by Jake Wallace on Jun 11, 2006 23:34:26 GMT -4
“Gross, what is this?” Jake asked the cigar, staring at it in distaste. It tasted like a dime bag or something from Central Park, not real pot. Jason usually gave him pretty average grass, nothing special, but this stuff was pretty gross. He bit down on it and made his way back to his friends in the corner. They were now either sitting on the couch, looking thoroughly stoned, some of them with a joint between their lips, or shaking a mysterious syringe and poking it under their fingernails, between their toes, in their bellybuttons or behind their ears. One of the guys with a pipe in his teeth was staring at him.
“What is this shit?” he roared over the music. “It tastes like crap.”
“Dude, deal with it. It came cheap. It works just as well as the Peruvian cannibis shit you probably smoke.”
“Whatever,” Jake mumbled, taking another hit and walking down the hallway. He opened each of the doors, having sort of forgotten where his room was. He walked up and down the hallway three times before he found one that looked like his. The stuff was unpacked, so it probably was his room. Cigar between his teeth, Jake began to unpack his stuff into the bureau provided, following the beat of the current song. He reached the bottom of his bag and felt around the bottom in case there was anything else. Nope…still no…
By the time he left his room, he cigar was nearly dead. He threw the roach on the ground and stepped on it, then began to follow the noise back to the party. As usual when he was stoned, Jake was hungry enough to eat a horse. He moved slowly through the crowd, blinking. The room wasn’t blurry or wildly colored, or anything more or less than it should have been. If anything, Jake was just more aware of details. The hardwood flooring looked weird. The knots made the floor shiny in some places, but not so shiny in others. He stared at the ground for a bit, until someone knocked into him and spilled beer on his sleeve. He looked up, holding out his arm, and then walked to the kitchen to wash off his sleeve.
Someone stopped him.
“Hey, man, where’s the bathroom?”
A kid with longish hair asked him. The guy was clutching a cup in his hand, but presently smashed it into his, saying “Here, have,” and ran lopsidedly down the hall towards what was hopefully the bathroom. Jake downed the contents of the cup. It tasted like ass, and he could tell why the guy needed a bathroom. What was this stuff, acid? It was gross! Throwing the cup on the ground, he tried again to get to the kitchen, where he walked soberly to the sink and threw up.
“Nasty.”
He said decisively, calmly. It was alcohol that made him randy and loud, and whatever that was, gross or not, didn’t seem to be really bad for him. And whatever it was came out just as soon as it had been tossed in. He drew up some saliva from the back of his throat and spat in the sink, then ran the water, and turned away, leaving the tap on. He pushed his hand through his hair, then checked his watch. He couldn’t make out the time. He decided his watch was probably on backwards, which was kind of funny. Chuckling, he looked up to make his way out, and found himself staring at the One and Only Queen of Love and Tenderness and All That Is Forgiving, Jade. He blinked and stepped back.
“He-ey, Jade. Have you…seen Wynne around? I kind of…need to talk to her. I think she’s…around her somewhere.”
He squinted around, as if expecting her to come out of the refrigerator, and lo and behold, there she was! Jake laughed.
“Where were you? I was just…here looking for you.”
He walked over to her, and put his hand on her shoulder, and made to kiss her. He could feel her tense up.
“What? I’m not drunk. I threw it up. Seriously. Before it even…hit my system. Or whatever. I’m not drunk.”
A very convincing story you spin, Señor Sneaky-Sneaky.
[Okay well... that's probably it for today. I'll be on tomorrow evening, but I have to go to work tomorrow and I'm like gone from like 8 or 9, and then I have crap after that till like six or seven Pacific Time.]
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Ni Gustov
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That makes me all frowny with pure nougat-filled-hatred...
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Post by Ni Gustov on Jun 11, 2006 23:36:30 GMT -4
Ni stared in repulsion at the girl who was poking about the portfolio he was carrying in his left hand. Damn hall monitor…He was going to be so late…He hated when he was late, especially for an important party, like the one going on tonight. Not that he wanted to drink or get high, all that crap pretty much gave him a monster migraine the next day, but he did want to go for the experience. This stupid hall monitor was being such an ass…Ni tapped his foot, rolled up the sleeve of his elbow/knee length black jacket, and looked at his watch. “Any day now…Any day…” He muttered.
‘Johnny Gustov! I know you’ve got contraband paintings in this bag! Where the hell did you hide them?!’
“I’d say call me Ni, but you’re too busy being an ass to listen.”
‘What?!”
“My point exactly.” And with that, Ni grabbed his black portfolio back, and wandered back towards his room.
Ni Gustov was a bit different, everybody knew it. He looked like the sort to be rebellious, but he wasn’t like that, he was more the really really artistic, depressed-looking, morbid, musician type. The whole drug thing didn’t really send him, nor did all the booze. He’d have one beer, that’d be it. Only one. It would be ceremonial, a kind of ‘Welcome to the biggest headache of your life” thing. Ni sighed, and took off his glasses. It was going to be a rough night, but it would be worth it. Definitely worth it. He replaced the glasses, and looked about his room. It was a mess, paints everywhere, a trombone and a cello in the corner, and a large glass fish tank with a two foot long bearded dragon in it. Only, there was no bearded dragon in that tank.
“Crap on a bun!” He shouted, and dove under his bed. While under there, he found: A very old twinkie, half of a brainfreezy (long since melted) and something that was beyond recognition. (perhaps once it was a sock, he wasn’t so sure now) He shadow shifted and looked about the room. Poor Dib the Dragon…he was so stupid. If he had wanted to escape, he shouldn’t have tried to bask in the sun on the windowsill. Dib was still sitting there, staring dumbly out the window at the night sky. Another shift back, and Ni picked up the lizard, and placed him back in the tank.
“I swear Dib, I’m going to be associating with many more dumbasses tonight, not just you.”
Five minutes, and a shadow-shift later, Ni was standing outside of the house. He blinked, and contemplated whether he really wanted to go in. His all black garb would be very stand-outish amongst all the other students. That and the fact that his hair was a vibrant shade of blue. He watched as Jade and Flick went in, and he sighed. The door would be locked, he’d have to go in somehow…ah well. Shadow shifting time. He concentrated hard, and imagined the shadow behind the house. In moments, he was a shadow, and ready to go into the house.
Slowly he glided over towards the door, and slipped under it. Once inside, he concentrated again, imagining his normal self. In a few moments, he was regular old Ni again.
The stench of booze and drugs was everywhere. Blarg…and other such words. Ni was tired already, but then he heard the music. Immediately, he looked up, and jumped to attention. He pushed through the crowd, and looked around. He was too short. Damn. He had to get somewhere high up, and that place was…The coffee table. Nevermind that there were already people there, he would be the first to stand on it! He had to be!
Yeah, Ni was a bit crazy sometimes, even when he didn’t want to be.
He pushed through two people making out, three people drinking, and one person who was picking their nose. Finally! He had made it to the table, he quickly jumped up on it. He began to sing along with the lyrics in his harsh voice. He would have been perfect for a heavy metal goth band. Even he knew it. He yelled out the lyrics, and began to do some sort of crazy spaz-dance.
“There’s something INSIDE YOUR HEAD! Gray matter, gray matter, WAOH WAOH!”
So those weren’t the lyrics, who cared. Ni was actually having a good time.
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Hadley Chase
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Your body looks better on me.
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Post by Hadley Chase on Jun 12, 2006 5:26:46 GMT -4
“I’m fine baby I promise. Can you put the twins on for a- Oh. Okay put Will on then. Love you too Char.”
Hadley Chase lay stretched across her bed, her head drooping from the side. The long red tendrils, which she claimed to be her hair reached to the floor like arms craving stability. The telephone cord was wrapped not only around her stomach once but also tightly around her fingers, a grip tighter than a newborn. The voice of her only sister faded on the other line and then for a moment there was nothing but the buzz of silence. Hadley’s friends back home found it a hoot to call her. They’d be handed down from sibling to sibling, a process, which could take hours if left unstopped until finally Will or Hadley herself stole the phone from them. As much as her friends loved her, they secretly preferred the phone call to pass through her brother first. In the faint distance Hadley heard a shout, a scramble for the phone and then the voice of her older brother. She smiled at the thought of him and pulled herself into a seated position, Indian style, further twisting herself around the phone cord.
“How’s the fort holding up?”
The news was as expected. Tension still clouded the room like smoke but the elders were putting on the façade for the kids, obviously not well enough though for even PJ had been pestering Hadley earlier on the line. Calling home was indeed a mission. Everyone had to talk and get their ‘fair share,’ there was always a fight on the other end just to hear her voice. That type of unconditional love was something hard to forget when her own blood and bone was tearing each other apart just so they could hear her.
Hadley could understand why the girls flocked to her brother, not only was he natural, good-looking and athletic with a great sense of humour but he had this tone in his voice that was reassuring. While he spoke, another voice spoke too, something of soothing words and whispers cradled in the depth of his voice. William could make you feel safe by an expression, a single solitary word, one arm wrapped around you. He was the type of guy that would seek the goodness in anyone without even trying. And he could see you, like really see you, without asking questions he knew all your secrets and he kept them that way. Hadley would entrust William with anything, even her life, even the life of their siblings.
“Yeah. Yeah- Oh. Okay. Just remember if you need me- Fine. Yeah okay. I love you too.”
Her head fell into a pattern of rhythmic nods even though he couldn’t see them and they continued long after, matching the dial tone for every dull drill that echoed through her hearing piece. For Hadley, a girl so family orientated, she found herself content and grounded at the sound of her siblings. It was as though, even though she wasn’t there, they were still with her.
She smiled.
And then began to untangle herself from the cord.
Rolling off her bed Hadley crawled under it, remerging with a shell clasped in her hand. Mojo Chase. It was almost humorous to think that a turtle’s last name was Chase. Rolling onto her back, red hair streaming across the floor Hadley placed the turtle on her stomach. He wasn’t a large turtle; they’d made sure he couldn’t grow any larger than half a hand-span when they’d bought him. Mojo was a present, or rather a guilt trip. Hadley had once owned a small aquarium of fish and leaving them under the care of her fellow siblings, reassured over and over again that they would be fine when she went to school at the Academy she had returned first term break to find them all dead. Red head temper had fumed within her. She was mad, to say the least. All the kids had rallied together their pocket money and bought her Mojo in means of forgiveness. She’d been reluctant at first but hey, a turtle could do so much more than fish.
“You know what Mojo my darling. I’m feeling rather better.”
Hadley smiled once more trying to focus on that single emotion of happiness that swelled like a balloon inside of her. If she focused on that enough she wouldn’t have to focus on the disappointments and her own shameful act. She had almost kissed him and he, had almost kissed her. And well; now he hated her. It was all in a look, all in the way his eyes had just stared right through her as he’d retreated. No words, but a stare that said more than a book could. He didn’t want to ever see her again she was assured of that. But well, Hadley wanted to speak to him. To just say, I am an ass but I won’t ruin your relationship with Wynne. I don’t want that for either of you.
And what a perfect night to do so. One word: PARTY!
Hadley had wasted no time in removing her turtle, eyeing the remaining rays of sunlight as they streaked through her blinds and knifed at her bed in lines, Hadley took a look at her suitcase. Closing the door behind her Hadley felt the cool of glass against her skin and pulled her jacket tighter around her. She didn’t want to be caught on the grounds with a Vodka bottle, despite how many drinks were at the party.
The Debriefing House was legendary. Home of The Team it was accompanied by many rumours and many stories of old. Some kids said there was a bowling alley inside, some said there was a ballroom with a hundred chandeliers. Every year the stories got wilder and wilder but the truth of the matter was, it didn’t matter what people had to say, parties at the Debriefing House ruled over all others.
Crossing her arms across her chest Hadley found herself at the front door. Trying the doorknob she found herself in luck. With a slight push she welcomed herself inside and took it all in. Drugs, alcohol, rock and roll, all that was needed now was the sex and it’d be a typical party back home. The type that her friends used to go to and come to school with stories of how they’d played Rainbow or how there’d be a guy there who’d done twelve shots in a row with the lemon and salt. There were always stories, each more extravagant than the next, like parties were just one big competition and the stories were far worse. Slipping the bottle from her hand Hadley walked into the kitchen and dumped it on the bench. She intended to monitor her alcohol intake, she intended to not get smashed and do things she would regret, she intended to make things right with Jake or to at least fucking let him know that she had no intention of ever telling Wynne. But most of all, Hadley just wanted to forget.
Eyes slipping across the kitchen, landed on Jade, Wynne and Jake and with a flash of red hair she made to catch his eye. Just to let him know she wanted to talk to him. Later, when she wouldn’t remember it happening. She stood there for a moment longer and then turned and left in a flash of red hair. He couldn’t have missed her but she knew she wouldn’t be welcomed.
Making her way through bodies Hadley found herself in front of a coffee table, a smile on her face and her eyes looking upwards.
“What are you doing Mr Gustov?”
She laughed and in a moment she was up beside him.
Now this, this was what she came for. Distraction.
[[-Grins- -Bounces- -Gasp- 'Blair reminder her of all those girls. All those girls who always got the guy. Who always acted stupid so guys would think her cute and funny. Hadley wasn't much better. She didn't spot either of them. Good sign. Maybe there wouldn't be an orgy tonight. ' I am shocked and appalled at you Miss Wynne. I thought you had manners! -Snick- It's actually kind of funny...but hey.]]
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Post by Wynne Westwater on Jun 12, 2006 10:39:46 GMT -4
The Music was so loud, Wynne was glad the house was sound proof. She couldn’t imagine what would happen if the Dean caught the party. Wynne would be so scared of getting expelled; she would probably disappear. Well, that was a good advantage. She couldn’t really get in trouble because if anyone showed up to bust the party, she would be gone. Invisibility had its’ kicks.
Wynne looked up when she heard someone’s voice. Finally, Jade had showed up. Someone who could not party with her. Jade had never been a party girl. Jade would probably never be one. Wynne liked to party at times. But not this party. This wasn’t a party, it was a crime and Wynne did not want to be part of it.
“I’m getting stressed already. When does this thing end again?â€
Last year the party started at Sunset and ended at Sunrise. Around 12 hours these party would last?! No, it would die down soon enough. No one could party for 12 hours straight. Wynne glanced over at the clock. It was only 8:30.
Wynne thought about what would happen tomorrow. People would be past out everywhere. Hopefully Wynne wouldn’t have to call the medical team because someone was dying. Hey! Wait! We have a healer here. Wow, she would come in handy. Wynne would probably wake up tommorrow morning to find at least 20 people past out on the floor. She would find at least 10 couples, naked, past out in different bedrooms. 15 other people with drinks still in hands and another 10 people who were past out with a burnt out smoke of something Wynne didn’t even want to know. And finally, there would be that one person, still up and kicking. Walking around, drunk and muddled, yelling at everyone and dancing on people. Sounded like a fun party…Please.
People were idiots. Why would they want to almost kill themselves? People are capable of having a good time not drinking and not doing drugs. It was stupid how people act and even stupider at what they do. Wynne couldn’t understand it.
Wynne’s eyes met Jade’s again. She shook her head slightly.
“People are stupid…â€
She smiled a little and looked down at the counter. She was wearing jeans and a white tank top. Her navy blue jacket was zipped up, covering her chest and her hair was pulled up out of her face. Nothing special. Just her everyday clothes. Wynne thought about sneaking downstairs and sitting in her room but that was when loverboy decided to make his entrance.
He smelled like alcohol and smoke. Great, just what she needed tonight. She watched him walk, with some difficulty, over to the sink and throw up. She sighed and looked over at Jade. She placed her hands on her hips and looked at him. She couldn’t blame him for doing this tonight. Considering it was everywhere and everyone was doing it; it sort of gave him a “Get out of Jail free Card.†Wynne just wanted to know what he had done.
She watched him walk over to her and she sighed a bit. She tensed up a bit when he wrapped his arm around her.
“I think you might be Jake. What are you on?â€
She looked up into his eyes to look at his pupils. He smelled like an ashtray. She glanced over at Jade and then back at Jake.
“Jake, maybe you should take it easy for a few hours.â€
She felt like she was talking to a nine-year-old. She shook her head and smiled a little.
“What am I going to do with you?â€
-pokes- I really dislike you and your best friend! -snick- But I secretly love you! -shush- Don't tell anyone!
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Post by Lainey Carson on Jun 12, 2006 17:08:24 GMT -4
After a few beers, Lainey was a little louder. Any walls that had been put up had been melted away. She had no second thoughts, no worries. This was the feeling she loved.
She had been pelted with the idea of her father since she had come to this school. A week ago, it was all she could think about: so much so, that she could barely talk to anyone. Lainey couldn’t stop wondering whether she should tell someone, even though the Dean strictly told her not to. But wouldn’t it be worse to keep the horrid truth from everyone? If it came out later, which it was bound to, wouldn’t they think she was some kind of double agent? Or maybe, just maybe her friends, Seth, everyone would have enough trust to know she had nothing to do with her father. That must have been why the Dean didn’t want her to tell. No one knew her yet. They could think what they wanted to think, and tell who they wanted to tell. And if it had something to do with the Devil, Seth would find out. And Seth would probably have no problem with murdering a “traitor.”
But now, that was all behind her. It was like she was starting over. She danced with people she’d never seen before, even went over to the place where Jake had been before and tried some pot. Not exactly her favorite thing, and after the first try she was done for life. To wash it away, she downed more beer. Shots were being offered on the island—straight vodka. She had two and went back to dancing. Everything was getting dizzy now, but she still had her head. Despite being one of the smallest in the room, most likely, she had a surprisingly high toleration for alcohol. She wanted to think it was luck, but somehow she had a feeling it had to do with her powers, especially the ones coming from her father’s side of the tree. He had given her some kind of boost, which made her stronger, faster, and smarter. And here she was, a little tipsy from more alcohol than most had drunk already. She wasn’t slurring yet.
She heard the door open again and she whipped her head around to see who came in. Unfortunately, it was Jade. She looked annoyed, and angry: big surprise. Jade didn’t seem like the party type, and sure, Lainey was hoping she’d stay up in her room, but she didn’t get her wish. Just as she started heading toward Wynne to talk, Jade swooped in; a dark shadow that suppresses all hope and spreads fear wherever she goes. Cute. So, that idea was out. She spun around, deciding to dance some more. She saw that Flick had come in, and was going to go over and say, Hi, when she was rudely interrupted.
And by interrupted she meant she was being danced with. Some guy had gotten on her back and suctioned himself to her body. He was grinding her, and while this had happened many times, she already had a plan in her mind. She was actually on her way to go somewhere and he had just grabbed her hips and started dancing with her. Lainey went along with it a bit, dancing, getting low, and dancing better than most. What helped her out, was that when other peoples’ legs started to burn, hers were just getting started. Any athlete could dance for days straight. It was like a really slow practice for them. Feeling like it was time to go somewhere else, she turned around to give him a smile and back away, but this guy seemed to take that as a cue to jam her closer. Suddenly, she was incredibly uncomfortable with this guy’s hands on her waist, rubbing her back, on her legs. Her skirt was riding up. She tried to back off, but he looked down at her, trying to focus. His breath reeked of vodka, and he pulled her closer.
“Hey, alright, I need to go,” she said, pushing against his chest. His response was a chuckle, and that really freaked her out. She pushed him back hard. He stumbled, fell hard. He brushed one dancing couple, but besides that, no one else seemed to notice. Lainey backed up, shaking her head and ran into someone. She spun around.
“Sorry,” she said to a pretty red haired girl standing next to a rather short (although she shouldn’t be talking) boy, who was definitely different from most. He looked intelligent, in fact. “Aren’t you Hadley?” She asked the girl. Lainey was almost positive she was really good friends with Blair. She was pretty enough to be.
“I’m Lainey,” she said, in case she didn’t know, which she probably didn’t. She smiled at the boy. “What’s your name?”
She looked around the party, realizing how awesome it was already, and it was only starting. Lainey grinned to herself. Another beer was thrust into her hand and she downed half of it. Still dizzy, but still in control. Yet, she knew tonight had just started and she was probably going to get completely wasted.
“Having a good time?” she asked both of them. She put her drink on the table for just a second as she put her hair up into a messy ponytail, with her bangs hanging out lazily. She was hoping she still looked cute, but knew she was probably getting flushed. Whatever. It was a party, no one would notice.
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Paige Haddix
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Post by Paige Haddix on Jun 12, 2006 17:08:44 GMT -4
Closed off in her room, Paige could hear the incessant thudding of the party music downstairs. She kept standing up and sitting down and standing up again and going to the mirror and checking her outfit and checking her make-up and re-checking her outfit and trying to decide whether or not to go downstairs— She was really nervous.
Despite Paige’s grandiose claims about being a party animal, she was on the brink of a nervous breakdown trying to figure out what to do. She had on the cutest outfit she could muster: a plaid skirt (not the school uniform, duh) and a black camisole under an unbuttoned button-down shirt. She was afraid she looked stupid (and she kind of did), which only added to the “I-said-I-can-dance-but-I-really-can’t” tension. Also, what would she do if someone offered her a “joint?” She’d never done that sort of thing before; what if she put her mouth on the wrong end? Alcohol was another thing; what if she tasted it for the first time and spat it out all over someone’s face?
Finally, Paige took a big breath and made a running start toward her door, flinging it open and slamming it shut behind her. No way could she back down now. Besides, she’d learned that when people call you on your lies, it’s not a fun experience. At least if she went, she could talk to Lainey and tell her she’s missed the Big Bad Paige Dance Show. Better than not showing up at all.
The sight of the party took Paige’s breath away. It was sort of how she imagined a mosh pit: just a bunch of writhing bodies, hazy from the layer of smoke, and reeking of all sorts of things Paige had never smelled before. As she descended the stairs and entered the thick of the action, bodies whirled around her, skin-on-skin contact and wide-eyed teens too close; Paige was overwhelmed. She tripped on her first-ever high-heels, hit someone’s elbow with her ribs, and crash-landed on the large sofa in the living room.
She looked up, mortified, to find the faces of several very mellow looking people around her. They smelled funny, and their eyes were huge as they (very obviously) looked her up and down.
“Ummm,” said Paige, “I’m so trashed I can’t walk?” A nervous giggle, too forced. Even her lies were coming out wrong, too questioning; the atmosphere was bewildering her. Suddenly fingers were on hers, putting something in her hands; a cigarette? No, that funny smell again, and it was in her mouth. Paige breathed in, more like a gasp of surprise than anything else, and she nearly threw up from the smoke. Those fingers again, persistent, and she was breathing deeper.
Paige pushed herself off the couch and stumbled away, not caring how stupid she looked anymore. Everything was different; she was okay. She was chill. She wanted to find Lainey, since Lainey was basically the only person she knew here. Where, where, where? She wanted a Coke. She hated soda? She wanted a Coke.
Paige walked into the kitchen and opened the fridge. Coke? Plenty. Really red, like her hair. She grabbed one and shut the fridge door, whirling around and knocking into a frigid looking Asian girl having a powwow with some other students. One she recognized—Wynne, from earlier in the day, when she moved in. Gee, these girls were pretty. Hair looked much shinier at parties. Parties are fun.
“Have you guys seen Lainey around?” asked Paige. “There’s a desk on fire upstairs. Someone just knocked out one of my teeth with their elbows. Did you know drinking soda causes cancer?” Paige started giggling, something she never did when she told her lies. But the Coke was good, and where was… Anyone she knew?
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Hadley Chase
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Post by Hadley Chase on Jun 12, 2006 19:32:25 GMT -4
[[I will reply to this after school. Yeeeeah. I'm an Aussie and timing is like whack. -Pokes- Don't worry Jam evil guys with wandering hands shall stay faaaaar away from Lainey! -Snickers- The Paige post was funny! She really is not exactly 'with it.']]
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Post by Jake Wallace on Jun 12, 2006 21:12:03 GMT -4
Jake bent double, one hand still resting on Wynne’s shoulder, and hung there for a second, as if he was stretching. When he straightened up, his eyes wandered, not really listening but kind of-sort of listening to what Wynne was saying. He was trying to concentrate-really, he was- but it was “eyes on me” is sort of a feat when you’re stoned. And he wasn’t even that stoned. He was still sort of there, and although you couldn’t make him remember which drawer he had put his socks in, or even where his room was, he could still function pretty well. Just slowly.
Which is why, when he let his eyes slide out of focus again, he didn’t do anything when something shiny caught his eye. He focused his eyes again, and locked on the sparkling jazz in the next room.
Had he not been stoned, he probably would have recognized immediately what was happening, and steered Wynne away, then maybe launched into some sort of explanation. He would have ignored Hadley and her hair and let her be a ho in another room. Maybe later he would have done her the honor of telling her to get fucked, and hard, because maybe if she did then whatever messed up parts of her brain would fall out. However, his reflexes were, as aforementioned, sort of on hold, so he continued to stare for a minute, then finally looked back at Wynne. He narrowed his eyes, trying to remember what she had said, but he couldn’t remember.
“Wait, what?”
The classic stoner line. Way to fool her, man.
Had he heard Wynne’s question, he probably would have tried to lie, something he had done a lot today. At least to her. He probably would have said, “Whoa, I’m not on anything,” or something convincing like that. Maybe he would have realized at some point that Wynne was smarter than him, and that she could see right through him. If he did, he would tell her, “Okay like a little pot but not that much.” Which was pretty much the truth. He wasn’t like, stoned out of his mind. He wasn’t having any hallucinations or anything.
Someone, however, was having a hallucination. One of the girls he had seen earlier had stumbled in, looking totally hazed. She opened her mouth and said something Jake had actually managed to cling to. Fire, and cancer. Jake laughed. This kid looked like she had just taken her first hit out of someone’s pipe, and Jake would know what that would look like. Her eyes were bloodshot, her sentences were random and disjointed, and she was opening the refrigerator, so maybe she was hungry, just like him. The first time he and his friends at hit a bong, his friend Troy ate an entire pint of ice cream in five minutes, and the rest of them had split one, which had lasted not much longer.
“Shut up. Fires don’t cause cancer. You’re so fucking stoned.”
He turned to Wynne.
“Look at her! She’s hella stoned.”
If the whole place hadn’t reeked of the sweet-and-sour, rotting garbage smell of pot, Jake might have been able to sniff it out, especially if he didn’t smell just like her. Through the smog, he could make out Hadley, who was now talking it up with some weird-looking kid who looked like he was either smashed or just kind of annoying. If Jake had caught the fact that Paige was looking for Lainey, he would have pointed her out, throwing in something like, “And say Hi to the red-haired skank for me,” mainly for Wynne’s benefit, to show that he really wasn’t into redheads. Or one particular redhead, anyway.
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Post by Wynne Westwater on Jun 12, 2006 22:43:21 GMT -4
Wynne watched Jake hang over, holding onto her shoulder. What the hell was he doing? She glanced yet again at Jade and then looked back at Jake. She tried to get his attention but he didn’t seem to be listening to her. She said his name a couple times but his eyes seemed out of focus. Finally they came into focus again but something seemed to catch his attention.
Wynne followed his gaze and tried to see what he was looking at. Was he looking at her? Hadley had entered the party. Wonderful. Where was her leader? Where was Miss. Blair? Wynne looked back at Jake. He was still looking at her. He was definitely out of it. Every day, not-stoned Jake probably always was looking at other girls’ asses but if Wynne came around, he would make some lame excuse like…â€Oh, there was a huge fly feeding on her ass†and then immediately smack hers and say something he considered romantic. But he wasn’t even looking away from Hadley. Not for a few seconds later.
Wynne sighed and pulled Jake’s hand off her shoulder. She was about to say something to him when Paige stumbled in. She walked past Jade and to the refrigerator. She pulled out a coke and then whirled around and bumped into Jade. Well, not a very good first impression. Poor Paige. She probably didn’t even have a chance.
She looked at Paige and took a step closer.
“Are you alright, Paige?â€
She glanced at Jake, a disapproving look on her face and then looked back at Paige.
“What did you take…?â€
It was strange. Paige didn’t strike her as a sort of druggie. She didn’t seem to be ok right now though. Was she hallucinating? Fires? Cancer?
“Paige, how many fingers am I holding up?â€
Wynne raised 3 fingers in the air. Come on Paige, you could get the answer right! If she was on drugs, she was way to young. Everyone here was way to young to be doing drugs. The party was beginning to get out of control.
[Sucks but I just got back from a 7-hour workday and I’m tired so I’m off to bed!] -sighs- -dies-
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Post by Jade Delanvers on Jun 13, 2006 0:22:46 GMT -4
"This thing ends when I make up my mind to blow up every single moronic person here."
What is the point of a party? Jade certainly wasn't sure. She just found it completely annoying. Her nerves were frayed and she wondered if she could get away with blowing up the first thing that came into her sight, though then she would have been the cause of another team member, Jake's, death. She'd loved to do that, but she had far more control. She really couldn't stand that guy, though. She wanted to just drop kick him in the teeth or something. That would be fufilling! She could just see how fun that would be! Though she wouldn't do that to her best friend. Her response to JAke hadn't been nice. She had been herself. She had been rude.
"Get away from me you moron. IF you weren't inebriated and whatnot you'd see her, stupid ass."
Jade had muttered. She had not one want to be here. She hated the heat, she hated the music, she hated the people, and everything. There was no point in parties in JAde's mind. she hated them! She just hated many things in general! She agreed that people were stupid.
"People always will and always have been stupid, Wynne. Has it taken you this long to notice this? Especially when you date that?"
JAde had been referring to JAke. She didn't care for him, but she didn't care for many people. That was JAde. She was cruel and she didn't care, but mostly it was the lack of emotions that got to people, that and her sarcasm.
"Please keep your pet away from me if you can help it, Wynne."
Jade commented, though the girl had bumped into her. JAde growled and eyed the girl. She was drunk and stoned or something, but she was stupid. Glaring holes through the girl's head Jade rolled her eyes while bitting her tongue a bit out of habit and anger.
"Watch where you're going lest you want to see a real fire. I'm sure I can manage to make an area of your body combust where you can see it before it consumes you!"
She gritted out as best she could without being out of control. JAde wasn't one for restraint if she was fed up and that would be bad, especially with her powers. Couldn't you just see JAde blowing up the whole house with everyone in it? The american/asian girl didn't know how much longer she could stand this. She was tempted to get the hell out of her. She hadn't even seen Seth here and he should have been, right?
"Wynne, are you going to examine every idiot here or something? You're pet it no better off than the tart who doesn't know how to walk."
Jade growled out. She couldn't help it. This party was just stupid. She didn't care if it was tradition. She hated the idea. She wasn't going to leave Wynne, though. JAde had seen the read head Jake was staring at, and though she didn't care about jake, she did care about her best friend and if Jade was angry she could possibly take it out on a redheaded bimbo, well, two if she was lucky. HEll, if Jade found Lainey the party was over. Jade would sure blow her arm off or something... NO NO! BAd JAde! You're supposed to be under control! JAde found herself shaking her head a bit and pulling her hair tighter as she watched Wynne. This was obviously her way of saying she'd help Wynne if she needed it... though JAde's specialties were mostly violent or emotionlessness.... GREAT COMBO!
(Gah, that sucked. Sorry...bleh.)
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