I'm Here For the Party

[Hadley Chase]

I'm looking it up on google....like seriously, don't you mean possum?
-Tilts-
My favourite creature is the nakes mole rat:
www.livescience.com/images/ls_ugliest_mole_rat_03.jpg
It is the most adorable thing I have ever seen.

[Jake Wallace]

*sigh*
You are so...God.
Notice how when they say "Possum," they usually say "'Possum" because they're taking off the O
Here we go. Type in Opossum, and it gives you the pictures on the top because that's right.
God...
*picture downloads*
Eww!
What the hell?
That actually looks like a piece of crap, it actually does.

[Hadley Chase]

-Deafeated-
-Sighs-
Okay okay. I cave. I'm retarded and you, you Jason are one above the retarded which shall be played by me.
-Growls-
Happy?

He's so hot! I begged my mum for one...she had similar opinions to you. But like man it's so gorgeous! The boy on Kim Possible had one!

[Jake Wallace]

*glazed look*
Wait-wait!
Nooooo
*almosts slaps*
Shut up! You dumb little weirdo
I'ma bitch slap you nextime you say something retarded like that

[Hadley Chase]

-Pokes-
Jase we're going to stop polluting this topic now, okay.
Good.

P.S Am posting after Red.

[Ni Gustov]

Maybe it was the fact that everybody around him was drunk and high. Maybe it was the fact that Ni knew that some people probably wouldn’t remember tonight. Maybe it was the fact that a really attractive girl was staring at him. Whatever the case was, Ni was still dancing, well, playing air guitar and screaming out lyrics to some random song, on the coffee table. There wasn’t much he cared about at this point in time, mainly because he wasn’t drunk (or high) and everybody else around him seemed to be. It was a good feeling, to be the smartest one in the room. (Ni rarely had that feeling.) The only problem with everybody being drunk was…dun dun dun…the impending threat of someone ralphing all over him.

‘Duuuuude…I’m soooooo wasted…I think I’m going to puke…’

Ni abruptly stopped air-guitaring, and stared at the other guy, who looked like he was about to pass out (or barf) on the very coffee table Ni was standing on. “You puke on me…” Ni said. “I’ll make sure that you’re death is long and painful…” The other guy looked up at Ni, his eyes huge and red. “You’re sick, man…” Ni muttered as he turned away. Slowly, with a quick shove of his large steel-toed boot, Ni pushed the boys head off the table. Ni had a thing about germs, and so he defiantly didn’t want the contents of another person’s stomach strewn all over HIM. He heard the other guy’s head drop off the coffee table with a loud thud, and snickered. Poor guy probably didn’t deserve what headache he would get the next morning, but Ni didn’t think about that. He was too busy singing, playing air guitar (which sometimes turned into air bass, air drums, or air cello) and dancing his spaz-dance.

‘What are you doing Mr. Gustov?’

His mind wandered back to a game he used to play. When he was in eighth grade, he was in all sorts of theatrical productions, two towns over, and once in the city. He did a lot of improv during that time (it was his specialty, still was) and one of his favorite games was called ‘What are you doing?’ Allow me to give a bit of background on the game. There were two people, facing each other. One would start jumping up and down, and the person across would ask the very predictable question: What are you doing? The jumping person would say anything (and I mean anything) other than: Jumping. Some examples:

1) What are you doing? Eating an apple.
2) What are you doing? Dancing the hula with a great white shark.

Once the answer to ‘what are you doing’ was answered, the other person would begin doing that action. (example! If someone said ‘eating an apple’ the other person would begin to eat an imaginary apple) The cycle would continue until one person repeated an action that was already done, or could not come up with anything. It was a funny game if you could do it right, and Ni had been doing it for so long that it was practically second nature. Now you ask, what does this strange game have to do with anything? Well, when one Hadley has asked Ni ‘What are you doing Mr. Gustov?’ Ni had responded, without thinking.

“Playing basketball with four limerick oysters.”

He continued playing air guitar until he realized what he said (which was a good five seconds after he had said it) it was then and only then that he stopped playing guitar, dropped his arms to his side and shouted, “SHIT!” Embarrassed (yes folks, it was rare to see Ni embarrassed, but this was one of those times) he was about to jump off the table when lo and behold Hadley jumped up onto the table with him.

No one had paid attention to Ni when he was dancing on the table, save the few girls and guys who knew about his insanity-filled attitude, and were laughing, and mimicking his actions. But when Hadley jumped up, the really wasted guys began to whistle. One guy even went so far as to shout ‘Ooo! Gustov’s gonna get soooome!’ Ni smirked, and considered punching the other guy in the face, just because he was being disrespectful to Hadley. Instead he moved over, and allowed Hadley to have her fair square of the table.

“’Lo Hadley!” he shouted above the crowd. Not missing a beat, he then turned and yelled out. “Black is for the nighttime, preys upon the day! Red is for the blood that flows, like rivers in our veins!”

‘Ni!” some girl (who he had never met, but somehow she knew his name) “Sing some…uh…songs!’

“Better luck better luck next time!” Ni shouted, it was one of his favorite songs. It was from Oingo Boingo, an old New Wave band in which Danny Elfman (one of Ni’s musical idols) was the lead singer. It had great lyrics, and great instrumentals. Seeing as Ni could play keyboards, (marimba, xylophone, bells) piano, trombone, cello, and to a very limited extent bass, he was into the music.

He let out a loud yell, which he was sure would make Hadley deaf. The he turned his attention back to her, and bowed. “May I have this dance?” He asked, smiling. His bright green eyes were clear, showing he hadn’t been drinking anything. (or smoking anything for that matter) He held out his hand, still in his bow.

That was when he heard the other voice. He put his head under his extended arm, and grinned. With his other arm, he waved. “’Buenos Noches Lainey!” his smile was wide, and his bright white sharp teeth made him look a bit maniacal, though he wasn’t insane (really) in anyway. “Me llamo Johnny ‘Ni’ Gustov. Call me Ni. If you do not, the penalty is….dun dun dun…death.” He laughed. Yeah, his sense of humor was pretty warped. He would not kill Lainey, he wouldn’t kill anybody unless he had to. (though his art, and weekly comics would say differently, he was a pretty peaceful guy)

“Get up here Lainey!” He said as he grabbed her arm, and pulled her up on the table.

‘Ooo!’ another guy shouted. ‘Gustov’s a laaaadies man!’

Ni smiled, flipped the guy off, and said in the other guy’s exact tone of voice, ‘Ooo! Harper’s an immmmatttturrre idiot! Ooo! And a disrespeeeectful one at that!”

Why was Ni so protective of those who disrespected women? One reason. Tenna. Tenna had been the only friend Ni had back in his hometown, and she happened to be a girl. They had been best friends since second grade, when Ni’s issues had started, and everybody thought the two of them would hook up. Ni thought so too, until Tenna got a boyfriend. This guy was really disrespectful to Tenna, and it made him sick to watch. When the three of them would hang out (Ni feeling uncomfortable all along) this guy would not stop calling Tenna ‘Fat’ or ‘Bitch’ and a number of other disrespectful names. When he started to beat Tenna, Ni had told her ‘dump him.’ Tenna had responded ‘You’re just jealous.’ It was true, but Ni really did have her best interests in mind, and didn’t want to see her hurt.

One night, he had shadow shifted, and snuck into the guy’s house. Once there, he waited for him to come into the kitchen. (it sounds creepy, but Ni didn’t care, this was his only friend, and she was being mistreated) After this guy came in, Ni proceeded to kick the crap out of the guy. (Which is not expected, seeing as he’s on the short side, and really thin) Tenna never forgave Ni, and now rarely ever spoke to him. It hurt Ni to see his best friend protecting a jackass, and to see her hate him. But ever since then, he had a strong sense of respect for women.

He pushed Lainey over next to Hadley, and shouted above the dull roar. “Well, might I have this dance, you two lovely ladies?” He smiled, and bowed again. “We can do the waltz, or the erm…yeah, I only know the waltz…and I don’t even know that.” He grimaced. “I’ll pretend to know it, and you two can pretend to enjoy dancing with the amazing, artistic, super neato, and fantastic cello player Ni Gustov!”


-alrighty-
-Red (I) posted-
You're turn now
-snick-

[The Amazing Flick]

Shit sorry i've been gone so long
I ahve finals this and next week
-growls-
-still in school-
and I have to go again, but i WILL be back friday and saturday
-nods
sorry again
-leaves cookies for all-

[Hadley Chase]

-Growl-
Sorry to be annoying but I have school!
I'll post after! Swear!

[Wynne Westwater]

Wynne opened the coke for Paige and brought a chair over for her to sit at. She helped Paige sit down and then glanced over at Jade.

“Yes, Jade. I will examine each person I care about. This is Paige. She is part of the team. She’s a healer.”

Wynne wondered something. Could Paige heal herself? That would be a nifty trick. She hoped that her last statement would cut Paige a little slack from Jade. Two hours ago, Paige seemed like a well-rounded girl. She seemed to be a normal, family oriented, and life-loving girl. Okay, well, Jade and her would never be okay with each other if what Wynne just thought, was true. The biggest thing was, Paige didn’t seem like a girl who would do drugs. Raging Parties do tend to bring out the worst in people.

Example One:

Her boyfriend just called her a “fucking nun.” Wynne took a deep breath and turned around to look at him. Fine, if he wanted to play that game, well then she would play back.

“Look, Jake, I’m so “fucking concerned” because you’re my boyfriend and I care about you! When you do stupid stuff, like smoking pot, you’re only hurting yourself, which also hurts me because I get hurt when I see you hurt.”

Umm…Confusing much? Well, Wynne likes to babble when she gets angry. He was so stubborn when he was like this. She didn’t understand either. This drug was stupid! It made you feel “weird”. Oh, sounds like a lot of fun. Besides, it makes you hungry so you start eating a lot and get fat. Then you have poor coordination and you become really clumsy. Finally, you see delusions and think either everything is happy or you become paranoid. That didn’t sound like a good ol’ time to her.

Maybe she was too self-protective. Okay, not maybe, she was too self-protective. Maybe when Jake wasn’t stoned, she could ask him to help her out with it. Or maybe Jade would help. She’d have to wait and see.

Wynne didn’t know what she would do when the two of them got into a real , huge fight. Wynne, like Jake, had never been in any sort of relationship. Pathetically, Jake had more of a relationship with Alice then Wynne ever did with anyone. Wynne had a best friend from first all the way to seventh grade. She had the biggest crush on him, starting when she was in fifth grade. His name was Chris and they did everything together. They went to school together, they ate lunch together, they sat with each other in classes, they rode home together, and they spent weekends together, playing in Wynne’s back yard. When they were in seventh grade, Chris told her he had a crush on a girl but he didn’t know how to tell her. Wynne got so excited. He was finally going to tell her he liked her. When he said,

”I like Lauren Marcaw. I have for about 2 years now but I don’t know how to tell her.”

her heart felt like it had broken in two. Wynne was speechless but being the helpful person she was, she told him just to tell her. She probably felt the same way and she did. Wynne saw less and less of Chris each day until he forgot about her. Wynne didn’t look at another guy again for a year. They were cruel, ruthless bastards and she didn’t want to be associated with them.

After she finally got through the “I-hate-men” phase, she entered “I’m-afraid-of-relationships” phase which didn’t disappear until she met Jake. Jake reminded her of Chris but this time, he liked her back.

Wynne narrowed her eyes and him and took a deep breath. Good thing she didn’t have to deal with Jade’s powers. She might have blown Jake’s arm off already. She didn’t know how Jade could do it. Wynne couldn’t suppress her emotions; they influenced her too easily.

She didn’t say anything when he mentioned Hadley. She glanced at her one more time and then back at him. She watched as he rubbed his temples. Good, maybe she was giving him a headache. Maybe he wouldn’t smoke pot anymore. Yea, right, like that would happen…

She didn’t take her eyes off of Jake, even when Jade was making her comments. She wanted to tell Jade to keep quiet, but, then again, she didn’t want too. Jake deserved whatever he felt right now. He brought it to himself.

Wynne felt him grab her wrist and she glanced at Jade. Oh Great. Now her best friend and her boyfriend are going to be enemies. Jake should never call Jade a “stupid, fucking bitch”. It usually leads to your head exploding. Before she could say anything to Jade, Jake was pulling her out of the room and outside. When they got there, Jake slammed the door shut.

Fresh Air. Wynne needed it and she was sure Jake needed it more. She looked at him, not budging from her, “I’m disappointed in you” stance. She looked at him, hands on her hips, taking deep breaths.


She didn’t speak until he was finished. She watched him as he began to shiver. Well, that wasn’t a good sign. Wynne sighed and pulled her arms down, so they hung by her sides. She watched him sink to the ground. She sighed and sat down next to him.

“Look, Jake. First thing, Jade is my best friend because she probably does more good here then any of us. Okay, I know she doesn’t show it but she does. She has to be calm and emotionless so she doesn’t kill all of us in a second. She is really powerful and a huge asset to this team but she can’t show happiness or sadness because bad things can happen if she does. Just because she can’t show emotions very well, she’s still a person. And it’s pretty lonely without friends, believe me, I know.”

Wynne want through High School without having any friends because she was too smart. She didn’t want any body else going through that because they’re different. That’s why she befriended Jade.

“And about the Pot. Look, you know I hate it when you do it but; is it really worth it? Does it really make you feel that good? Because you don’t look very great right now.”

She smiled a little and pulled her knees up to her chest. She hugged them and looked at Jake’s back. She sighed. Her spiel was calm and collective. She didn’t want to upset Jake more tonight. She began to worry a little. He seemed to be taking deep breaths and he was shivering.

“Are you going to be okay? Do you need to throw up again?”



I didn't feel like waiting so I posted..
-nods-

[Jade Delanvers]

YAY!

*huggles*

You make a good best friend for Jade.

[Wynne Westwater]

-snick-
I love ze Jade!
-noddles-

[Jade Delanvers]

Good, she doesn't get a lot of love....

*pout*

People dun like her.

*sniffle*

[Wynne Westwater]

You always have Wynne...unless Jade ruins it...
-snick-

[Jade Delanvers]

*snickers*

Nah, Jade isn't that heartless and stupid.

She's got Wynne up on a special pedistal.

*cackles*

[Paige Haddix]

Paige wanted to sink into a hole in the floor and disappear. The only things keeping her from collapsing were the warm words coming from Wynne and the cold Coke in her hand. People were talking, holding up fingers, but Paige was confused. She knew what had happened—she was high. She was so disappointed with herself she wanted to throw up. Or maybe that wasn’t just the disappointment… How could a good girl like her go to trash on such short notice? All she could remember were someone’s fingers—probably grimy and disgusting—shoving the drugs at her.

Then a boy was dragging Wynne away and Paige was stuck with the girl she’d knocked into. The mean words and meaner looks told Paige exactly what this girl thought about her. Paige shrank down into herself, hunching her shoulders and trying to become as small as possible, but that just made the feeling in her head worse. She wanted to go back to her calming green room—no, not just to her room, she wanted to go back in time and skip this party altogether. Having lots of friends wasn’t worth losing yourself, at least not according to the values Paige (usually) held herself to. Sometimes she wished she had a more useful power, like time travel or mind control. The way she had led her life so far, the only use she’d gotten out of her powers was healing minor scrapes and bruises.

Paige heard the angry yells coming from behind the door Wynne had been dragged through, and she wished she could heal more than flesh. Her head was spinning and she knew what would come next. She wanted to make it to the bathroom, but the farthest she could get was the sink. She tossed her guts and sank to the floor, the bitter taste of bile in her mouth and the stinging sensation of tears in her eyes. The music was too loud, the bass was thumping too hard, and people whirling through the kitchen made her dizzy.
She felt helpless and alone, just like when—

Suddenly she was there again, somewhere she told herself she’d never go back. She was in her old kitchen, the one she barely remembered. She cradled a woman’s head in her lap, and blood spread on the floor around her. Sobs racked her body while she tried to summon her power to her control. It wasn’t working—she was too distressed, or her powers had left, or she was just too late. She hugged her mother’s body tightly to her chest as the life left her, and Paige was all alone. In those last moments, she remembered when she’d been able to heal Noel from a mortal dog bite. She would have given a hundred pets if only she could save this one life, but it was too late. Her parents had been murdered, but it was Paige’s fault they were dead.

With a jolt, Paige was back on the Debriefing House kitchen floor, reeling from the intensity of the flashback that had just gripped her. She folded her head down on her knees and just sat there in a heap on the floor, sobbing and wishing she could go far away.



[Sorry it tooke me so long to post... finals=death
And ehhh i wish Paige was having more fun at the party!!]