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Post by Lainey Carson on Jun 9, 2006 16:03:53 GMT -4
First Rp Post!! Woo.
She had spent all last week painting her dorm room walls her favorite color: yellow, only to find that at the end of her first week, she was on the Team. Which wasn’t something new for her; Lainey was used to making teams. She was a hardcore athlete; you know, the kind that wear sweatpants all the time and get aggressive in gym class. So of course, adjusting to school uniforms was a bit of a shocker too. Skirts? Every day?
Every girl likes to get dolled up, but this was going overboard.
After the team announcements, she headed back to her dorm room. One week over, but millions more to go. And this would be the last time she’d be in this room; the first thing that had comforted her when she arrived at Hawthorne Academy, alone, cold, wet, and confused. She laid down on her plaid bedspread, counted the stitches, and turned over to lay on her back. Lainey stared at the ceiling for a little bit, wondering why she was here, who her new teammates were exactly, and whether she’d ever be able to fit in.
She knew two of her teammates: Blair and Seth. Blair had been nice, and Lainey had stuck to her side because no one else really liked the idea of a new girl at their school. But Blair was gorgeous, incredibly intimidating, and popular. Seth on the other hand was a whole different story. Lainey didn’t know him but she knew of him. The Dean had filled her in on this infatuating boy, which had made her feel guilty. Lainey thought she had a bad life? She closed her eyes for a few seconds, felt like she was sinking into the bed.
”The Devil’s supporters were worried about their six year old son. They were powerful, and the influence of evil wasn’t changing him, even at his young age. They wanted the Devil to either take him or kill him. If their son grew strong enough to overthrown the Devil, it would be their fault. When the Devil went to their house, he tried to take their son, but the boy got away. He got away and the Devil was badly injured and he disappeared. Not many people are sure how it happened, and few know the boy was the one the Devil was after. The world’s been safe and calm ever since.”
“But that’s not the end of the story,” Lainey replied softly, looking at the Dean, taking in all of this information bit by bit.
“That was just the beginning.”
And on and on they discussed the Devil and the boy, who the Dean finally named: Seth Hudson. Except there was more, one more fact that shocked, angered, and frightened her all at the same time: the Devil was her father.
Suddenly, pieces started fitting together perfectly; she understood. She was the daughter of the most evil man on Earth. Seth Hudson, the only person who could ever hope to stop him, was at the same school, on the same team. Lainey could sense a clash coming miles away, and it scared her. The Dean had forbidden her to tell him; a waste of his time, because she never intended to tell anyone. It was a humiliation, a drawback, something to hold her back. But in another sense, it was just another hurdle, another big game trying to block her way. And back in Hartford High School, Lainey had stepped it up whenever there was anything in her way. She had gotten past it. That’s just what athletes do.
She switched to her side, staring off her bed and across the room. Her computer, situated nicely on her desk hummed contentedly. Her chocolate brown eyes probed the room for no reason, while her mind intruded any hope of having a nap. Julie Carson, her adoptive mother, had never been around much. When Lainey was too young to remember she had been married to a man named Jack. They had gotten divorced after three years, and Julie had finally taken her Harvard Business Degree and done something with it. She worked her way up the corporate ladder until she owned one of the most successful businesses in New York City, which wasn’t a nice commute. Julie immersed herself into making money. She hired nannies and sports trainers to give Lainey things to do after school. When Lainey entered fifth grade, Julie fired the nannies. Lainey made her own breakfast, lunch, and dinner. She got anywhere she needed by bike. Julie stopped coming home for days at a time.
Meanwhile, Lainey had been taking her frustration out with sports. She excelled because of her ability and her passion for the sport. Lainey worked hard day and night to please her mother. But Julie had never gone to one game. And she had never said she was proud.
And Lainey had worked so hard.
She pushed herself up off her bed. Napping was obviously out, especially when her thoughts came out of nowhere and body checked the idea of sleep out of her skull. She was dressed in her navy blue mesh shorts with the white and yellow stripe and fitted yellow t-shirt. She donned a pair of flip flops and left her hair the way it was. The blonde hair cascaded down to her shoulder bones; she tucked her side bangs behind her ear nonchalantly. Checking the mirror before she left the room had her satisfied. She looked good; her freckles were cute and inviting, her eyes dark and mysterious. Lainey grinned, flung the door open and stepped out, trying to remember how her old friend Shorey used to describe her; it was on the tip of her tongue. She located in from the dark corners of her mind, and blushed remembering the compliment that had meant so much from her beautiful old friend: Lainey is a classic beauty.
Lainey idly walked outside toward the Campus, passing happy faces. She felt eyes track her. Everyone knew who she was now: the new girl on the team, Lainey. She walked past a group of kids where she recognized a few people from her Defense class, but they ignored her and she them, and life went on. She found herself near the empty sports fields, just sitting. Everyone was with friends on a busy Saturday afternoon. And here she was, alone. This was a new feeling.
“So,” the small blonde started. “The Devil wants Seth because he stopped him the first time. He’s the first threat he’d ever gotten, and Seth was just six years old.”
The Dean nodded.
“But he also wants me, because I’m his heir and supposed to be this powerful being?” she stopped for a few seconds. “But I’m not! I don’t know what I’m doing and—,”
“Just wait. Everything will fall in place.”
At first, she had doubted that. But now, she wasn’t sure of anything anymore.
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Post by Jade Delanvers on Jun 9, 2006 17:39:32 GMT -4
The Team. Everyone wanted to be on the team, they all wanted to have that esteemed honor, and everyone wanted to befriend those on the team too, usually. Though there was one person in particular on the team that didn't really befriend many. She was always considered cold, stoic, and she was just plain rude at times. Whouldn't you think this person isn't good at all? How can you have such bad attributes and be one of the good guys? Don't ask me, but it is possible! Not everyone has to be sunny and happy! The world didn't have to be perfect either. There was always some sort of underlying darkness within things. Jade Delanvers was able to realize that, though she wasn't bad, she wasn't an angel either.
Everyone has their secrets, everyone has their problems, and everyone can't hide forever; Jade was more determined than everyone. She had more will than an average person and she knew she had much to keep hidden and inside herself, if she didn't want to accidently blow something up, which would indeed be bad even though she was sorely tempted at times. Jade had far too much control at times. IT was as if she had OCD. She was controling in every way you would think. She wanted to control her boyfriend, she wanted to control her life, and everything. That was the way she was, though nobody ever got to see much more than her cold shoulder. You could call Jade a loner, but she does have friends, very few of them...
Clicking....
The tapping off muffled feet upon cobblestone and grass. Jade was outside, upon the grounds. She didn't enjoy the light that much, but there were reasons. She was outside, though. Her thin legs carried her quickly seeming to have purpose, but she had none really. She was mostly just collecting her thoughts, which there were far too many of. Lainey Carson, there was a sight that Jade would rather not see at all. She frowned turning her coarse away from the new member of the team. She didn't like her. There were reasons behind that, but she really wouldn't go into them. She'd rather not associate with the girl at all. Jade had more than bad feelings about her.
It is hard to control some things, but we all do it. Jade knew this well enough, though she was sorely tempted to blow Lainey up, she resisted. Her coarse brought her further away from the newest girl on the team and closer and closer to nothing. She wasn't going anywhere. She was wandering, though most people thought her insane and other things. She was really just reserved. She had to be. When one's power is connected to their emotions, one has to remain blank. That was how Jade always was. She didn't show emotion really. She couldn't. IT was a risk...
JAde was a walking liability waiting to happen, but she was strong and she knew things. She knew how to control herself, and she knew what life could be like... Settling down against a tree, alone, Jade watched nothing, yet everything as she felt her body relax as if to meditate.
(That sucked...)
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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 9, 2006 17:45:39 GMT -4
"Get him out of our house."
"But honey, hes our son!"
"I don't care if hes the president of the fucking United states, get him the fuck out of my house. Hes a freak."
Jeremy Swanson could remember that day as if it were yesterday. Well, it wasn't SO long ago. infact, it had been about a year ago today that dear old Jer was kicked out of the only home he had known his own life, shunned by the only father he had and forbidden to come near his mother. Did he have the plague? No. Did he have eboila? No. Was he queer? Oh far from it. Then what, in god's name, could his parents possibly have been so angry at him about you may ask. One answer. Jeremy was genetically different. Unlike most kids, he didn't just grow a few inches and stop. No, Jeremy grew and then shrunk...then grew again...and shrunk. And we're not talking inches here, we're talking feet. Little Mr. Swanson could shrink to the size of a pin tip if he liked and then back to his normal size of 5'8 in the blink of an eye.
It was a secret he had managed to keep underwraps for years. And then, one day, something awful happened. You see, Jeremy has always been fond of reptiles, for no particular reason. Throughout his life he had a number of frogs, snakes, turtles and the likes. But his favorite and current pet, was a beautiful Snake named Polaris. Polaris had been a fifteenth birthday present and the boy loved him to death, and often shrunk to be just a bit bigger than Polaris so that he could talk to the creature at his level. Now that the animal ever responded but it was always fun to respond. Well one day, Jer said something that apparently Polaris was not fond of. His mother appeared in his room to clean it and found shrunken Jeremy in a contricting grip held by the snake.
Needless to say his secret was out.
He spent the first month of his lonely existence, normal sized, his Polaris hanging around his thin neck, a bag of clothing in one hand, searching the street for a place to sleep at night. Until a man appeared at the corner of a street, where Jeremy sat begging for food (possibly his lowest moment in life, as he is a very proud boy). The man told him of a school, an Academy, were kids like Jeremy came to improve their skills, their talents and learn to adjust.
"Sounds like a scam."
Was his first response which recieved a laugh from the man. Jeremy said he'd pass, and that night as he slept beneath trash in an alley, Polaris clinging to his arm tightly, he thought about it. And then thought a bit more. And a little more. The next day, the Swanson's only son searched throughout town for the man and finally found him, looking very cool and leaning against a wall, staring at Jeremy as if he knew the boy would show up there.
His first year there, as a sophmore was amazing. He was able to control his shrinking and growing, his anger. Jeremy was able to make friends his own age and eventually forgot about his parents. That is to say, until summer vacation. Where was the boy to go? He had no home, unlike most of the other students whose parents had been a bit understanding. Infact most of the students parents had suggested the academy for them. Jeremy hadn't talked to his parents since they kicked him out. Thank god for the dean. The man allowed Jeremy to stay at the Academy, as long as he agreed to look after the grounds, cut hedges and the like. The boy did this happily, and even managed to get a little sun in his normally pasty skin.
Then school started. And the team was posted. Of course, Jeremy, known as Flick by most of the students, never thought he'd make the team. He had no desire really, seemed like to much responsibility. Really, Flick just wanted to be a normal kid and though he loved his gift, he wanted to do what normal kids did. And the team didn't really seem to offer normality. Jeremy stood by an open window in his dorm room, looking out at the grounds and ran a hand through his pale blonde hair. Bored. So very bored.
"Where the hell are all the girls?"
He mumbeled to himself. Flick liked to think himself a player. Of course...he was anything but. Unlike most of the boys at the school, Flick held no spell over girls no matter how funny or charming he tried to be they just didn't seem interested in him. NOt that this ever stopped him. Growling, the boy pulled on a white t-shirt and a pair of baggy bluejeans and exited his dorm room, sliding down the banister of stairs and landing gracefully on his feet. Sike. The boy stumbled head first into the wall. GRoaning he stood up quickly and looked around. Good no one saw. He hurridly ran towards the large doors and pushed them open. Fresh air. The shoe less boy hoppped into the sort green grass and turned a cart wheel laughing a bit.
"Heeeloooooo there."
He said with a small smirk on his face as he spotted a girl near by. Smooth, always ever so smooth. Flick, instead of walking ove rand leaning against the tree, and smiling like a fool like he normally would have, decided to take a different approach....for once. The junior took a seat amongst the cool grass and propped his knees up, leaning against them his his elbows and picking at the grass, trying to see disinterested in the girl, however the fact he was still smirking and that his beautiful blue eyes were constantly flickering towards her was a dead give away.
((shitty post sorry))
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Post by Lainey Carson on Jun 9, 2006 20:53:23 GMT -4
[By the way, anyone who still wants to join this can still join...
Just making sure you know. *Shrug*]
She was zoning out again, her eyes getting lost in the never ending grass surrounding her. The wind blew her hair gently and alerted her to someone walking nearby. She looked up quickly to see a tall Oriental girl. She looked graceful with her long legs, and her face was pretty, but the ugly scowl took away from it. Dark eyeliner framed her bright blue eyes, but took away from the brilliance. Of course it was Jade, and Jade was another team member. But that didn’t mean Lainey had to like her. They hadn’t really talked that much yet or anything, Lainey just knew. The two girls were opposites, black and white, good and evil. Except which one was good?
Lainey watched lazily as Jade passed her and the fields entirely without a second glance in her direction. She settled against a tree and focused her blue eyes on something in the distance. Jade looked like she was in thought. Lainey wanted to introduce herself properly, try to make friends with this girl who was so different. She didn’t need any more enemies, especially one on her own team, one she’d be working with all the time. It was unnecessary, and only a setback. Besides, they had one thing in common: a connection to Seth.
Through Blair, Lainey had learned that Jade was Seth’s girlfriend. No one except their closer friends, Wynne, Jake, and Aidan for example, knew exactly what their relationship was like. Everyone seemed convinced that Jade liked Seth more than Seth liked her, but Lainey didn’t have a hard time seeing Seth fall hard for this mysterious, quiet, strong girl.
Did she just give her a compliment?
So, being stubborn Lainey, she walked over to Jade. She stood in front of her for a few seconds, demanding attention and Jade’s gaze. When she got it, she struck an award winning smile and mulled over what she was going to say quickly. Compliments to her face were out; Jade didn’t look like she’d take you seriously. Of course, Lainey couldn’t mention Seth. She shouldn’t say anything about sports in case it seemed like she was bragging. And talking about the Devil could lead to questions that she didn’t want to answer – couldn’t answer.
“Hi,” Lainey said, still not sure of what to say. “Uh, we didn’t really get to introduce ourselves yet. So, I’m Lainey.”
She couldn’t tell yet if anything she said was affecting Jade in any way whatsoever, but just in case Jade had a good left hook, she took a step back. There was no telling what could provoke a girl like that. Simple, courteous manners could set someone over the edge. Thinking ahead, Lainey decided to ask a question. That was what you were supposed to do in a college interview, and this was around the same importance. Questions make you seem interested. Ask many, ask intelligently.
“Looks like we’re going to be working together this year,” a forced smile. “So, where’s the Debriefing House?”
A voice behind her made her jump, and she turned around to see a boy who looked older than her with blonde hair and blue eyes. He looked smaller than most boys in height and weight. She was about to offer a polite hello when she realized just how obnoxious his voice was. No big deal. She’d dealt with people like this before. You just kill them with kindness.
“Hi?” she tilted her head. “I’m Lainey. And you are?”
She tucked her blonde bangs behind her ear again. They were in the stage where they were still too short to fit in a ponytail, but long enough to annoy you. As she stared at the boy she thought he looked familiar. But as Lainey could recall, she never had the best luck with guys. Her longest relationship had been an embarrassing two months, which probably didn’t even count as long. She’d had boyfriends before that but none of them really mattered. Jimmy was her last boyfriend’s name, and as she thought of him she was strongly reminded of the day they broke up, which wasn’t official anyway. It was the day she had found out she had powers. It wasn’t that long ago; a week and a few days at most.
It was the first football varsity scrimmage of the year, and she had come with Hayley and Shorey, her best friends. Hayley was well known for her loud, funny personality while Shorey was the beautiful goddess (but still couldn’t ever compare to Blair.) At halftime, the three of them had gone down to the snack store to find two policemen shot by a lunatic. The man was obviously very unstable; his eyes couldn’t focus, he was frothing at the mouth, but he had solid aim. He grabbed the person closest to him—Hayley. After numerous threats, violent and sexual gestures, and a knife to her throat Lainey couldn’t hold in her anger anymore. Somehow, the man was surrounded by a yellow energy and thrown off her back. He had enough time to grab his gun when he got back up, fired a perfect shot at Lainey’s face, but the bullet was surrounded by yellow, too, and it stopped in midair. Then it made a route right back toward his chest.
He was the first person she’d ever killed, and hopefully the last. Scary thing was, she got some sort of sick pleasure stopping him. Maybe it was the whole ‘saving her friend’ deal, she hoped it was, or it could have been the influence of her father. Either way she was a monster.
Shorey and Hayley agreed as well, telling her to leave and labeling her a ‘Freak.’ You’d think saving your friend’s life would end with some sort of “Thanks.” Jimmy just stared at her like she was the most disgusting thing she’d ever seen. Lainey had run home that day; a long run, most of it spent crying. She didn’t understand what had happened.
Now she did.
And as she looked at Jade and this blonde boy, she had mixed emotions. Lainey was excited and hopeful about the opportunity to be in a place like this where she could learn and do good, but upset because she knew she’d have to face her father at some point. And Seth.
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Post by Lainey Carson on Jun 9, 2006 20:54:44 GMT -4
[Crap. Didn't realize you changed it to the whole sitting down thing.
Uhhh whatever? Can we just make it work somehow?]
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Post by Jade Delanvers on Jun 9, 2006 21:22:39 GMT -4
(Not a problem for me.)
Jade had seated herself carelessly and was deep into her meditation when more than one voice grated through her peaceful silence annoyingly. Didn't anyone know the meaning of silence or peacefullness. JAde had to have these things to meditate, to clear her mind and keep from blowing up the state of NEW YORK! Not to mention the girl that she really didn't like. she was one who Jade only needed to look at to instantly hate for the moment. She didn't like the girl's sunny attitude. Lainey. Not to mention the pipsqueek who was trying to flirt, and was quite unsucessful at it. He was rather horrible too. Jade just wanted to send them both away with something, but knew far better than that. she wasn't stupid. She was rather smart, one had to be to come up with some of the things that she said at times. Practically growling, Jade looked at Lainey and the boy carelessly.
"We didn't get introduced because that involves the both of us, and I'm not exactly a willing participant that has anything to do with you, and if you had been paying attention you would know where the debriefing house is. Why don't you go entertain the elf over there and leave me be before I'm tempted to make you."
Jade shot out quite unexpectedly. Her voice was even. She sounded so cold, stoic, and serious. Her voice was an alto upon hearing it first, but her pitches weren't realized yet. If anyone heard her in a softer tone they would thing she had a very melodious voice that was pleasant, though she wouldn't ever do that. She was who she was. Jade Delanvers wasn't a pleasant person, she had many different problems about her, to others. When JAde thought about herself she knew the reasoning behind many of her flaws and the way she acted. Jade knew why she had to hide behind her facade.
She didn't want to listen to these morons, but she wasn't about to move. In her mind she felt she had more of a right to be here than they did. She was enjoying the landscape and everything, but she wasn't bothering anyone. Jade had been trying to calm herself completely. The young woman knew how to control herself. She had to be stoic. She had to be emotionless. Emotions, in JAde's case, could be fatal. She could control emotions, but it seemed her mouth was a completely different story, really. Any and everything came out of her mouth. She spewed insults quicker than it took most to breath.
"Hello, She's Lainey, happy sunshine suck up, and he's midget shifty ferret boy. Go off and frolic in the land of stupidity now, please."
Jade wasn't even sure where that insult had come from, but it had come out of her mouth. God, she must have needed to calm down more than she realized. She felt she barely made sense, but then again she was a bit angry with a few things. She wasn't supposed to allow herself to get this way. She knew better than that. Her mother... Her mother had warned her. She knew so much thanks to her mother, but perhaps she had been exposed too much. Perhaps the fact that JAde had been forced to grow up and be someone that she was not... perhaps that contributed to her flaws and her temper and everything? Everything just built up on top of everything else and that made things worse....
Closing her eyes, Jade began to try again. She was getting too worked up. She could feel it. She couldn't risk it. She had to rid herself of all emotion...as always.
(bleh, suckage)
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Post by sethhudson on Jun 9, 2006 21:57:18 GMT -4
“I hate you. Both. I never want to see you two again. Ever. Ever! Ever…”
Sweating, he leaped forward in his bed. He looked around at the incredibly messy room. The year hadn’t started, and of course his room looked like a few tornados had been through it. He fell back down on his back looking up at the plain eggshell-colored ceiling, thinking. He scratched his head with his hand and sighed deeply. He’d never forget the day. Actually he was already starting to forget it. He wanted to badly, but his dreams were like windows to his terror. He looked at the rooms wall which held no form of color pigment. He would need to change that. Maybe a nice blue or a green. I flicked that thought out of his brain and looked up at nothing again. Sighing, he got up and walked groggily to the chest of drawers. He pulled out a Yankees baseball jersey from his life before this academy. It wasn’t much. He’d bought it at the only game he went to. He also pulled on a pair of basketball shorts. Black ones, matching the jersey, with two reds stripes on both sides. He sighed and head for the door, falling on the bed before he got half way.
“Seth, we are doing this for your own good.”
“No. I don’t want to.”
He pushed himself off the bed. It was like that bed was the door to his past. He unplugged his iPod out of the jack on the computer and pushed the beady headphones into his ears. Clicking it on, with a full battery, he headed to the door. Next to the door, he put on his Nike Shox. Slowly tying the left shoe, Seth Hudson turned and faced the bed again. It came back to him.
“Seth Andrew Hudson, you better follow us, or so help me I will pull you out by your hair.”
The man whom Seth was afraid to call his father then kicked the door to his bedroom open. While they, his mother and his father, stormed in and picked the small boy up. As they walked out of the room, Seth screaming in tears, the memory went hazing.
It was like he was watching these on a television screen before him. He pulled the other shoe on and tied it quickly, before storming out of the room, slamming the door. The slamming was no new thing to the students that were there for a second year, but to the freshmen, someone may as well have shot a gun.
He was Head of the Team. That meant everyone looked at him. Another seep sigh and he was already headed down the hall to the door at a light jog. His iPod sounded loud rock music into his ears. He pushed open the door and began running outside. He normally took a run everyday. He was quite athletic and was always seen running or jogging or throwing a ball. Whatever the case, he was active. He passed the lake and saw Jade there. He wanted to surprise her. He snuck p behind her and covered her eyes. She hated this. When he took his hands away, he moved them farther down her body and hugged her, kissing her cheek. He looked around at his surroundings and saw Lainey and “Flick”. Flick hated him and it was probably because Seth was better than Flick at everything, including getting women.
He waved, in a flirtatious way, to Lainey and then hugged Jade so she wouldn’t get the wrong idea. He pulled one of his headphones out of his ear and sat around her. He looked up at her and laid himself out on the grass. He propped his head up with his arm and looked into her eyes. His eyes soon moved from her eyes to the window, that wasn’t in plain sight, of his bedroom and again the images of his past were played.
He saw a man that looked quite powerful and his “father” was holding him up, literally giving him up to the wicked man. Around him the ground shook and Seth became even more scared than he already was.
That’s when it faded out. He blinked a few times and sighed, looking back at Jade.
(ew.)
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Post by Lainey Carson on Jun 9, 2006 22:36:24 GMT -4
Wow, chill. Freak out much, Jade? You try to be friendly, and you basically get word slapped in the face. Lainey crossed her arms over her chest, looking up at Jade surprised. She was hardly affected; after all they were just words. But it was kind of obvious that Jade wasn’t going to be a friend anytime soon. And it was also obvious why no one really liked her. Insults came out of her mouth in normal conversation; that was how she communicated. How could anyone stand someone like that for more than a few minutes? And although she didn’t really care, and Jade could stand there shouting insults at Lainey all day, she wasn’t going to let her. Lainey was reckless, spunky, determined, stubborn. She was independent. She did things her way.
Lainey let a small, teasing smile slip across her lips as she watched Jade’s face; a brick wall. Did she have feelings? “Alright, so here’s the deal,” Lainey said, taking a step forward, no longer afraid of being hit. Jade could hit her, but Lainey would never turn the other cheek. “We’re going to be working together a lot. So we need to get this straight. I’m going to have to put up with you, and I won’t be able to do that unless you take the stick out of your ass and chill out.”
She hardly ever insulted people. It wasn’t a Lainey thing to do. She was used to offering compliments, starting conversations, and being a mediator during fights; she didn’t start them. Yet, this girl out of nowhere provoked something inside that made her want to shake her hard. Jade pissed her off. And that unfamiliar feeling she only felt once before began to rise up and she suppressed it, looking around in a guilty manner, as if someone could see through to her thoughts. Jade was a bitch, yeah, but she was her teammate. Lainey shouldn’t feel that way toward a “friend.” In fact she shouldn’t feel it at all. It scared her. She looked at Seth who had just arrived and blinked a few times.
Her tongue was caught in her throat, unsure of what to say to this kid she knew absolutely everything about. And he probably just knew her name and that she was a part of the team.
Seth was breathtakingly good looking. Her chocolate eyes roamed over his face, his arms, the earphones sticking simply out of his ears. Perfect. He looked a tiny bit flushed as he held his girlfriend, and sent her a wave. She was almost bowled over that he acknowledged her, yet he was still touching Jade. Lainey almost let a frown slip as she watched him and her together. They looked like they were okay, but seriously, how could anyone put up with her?
Her thoughts got carried away for a few seconds, tangled with jealousy and want. She stopped herself. What scared her now, was how close Seth would be from now on. Would her father be able to get to him? How powerful was the Devil now? Could he see her thoughts, talk to Seth, kill him through her? She didn’t want Seth to be in any more danger than he needed to be, especially since so far he was the only one who had been able to stop him. Ten years later, he’s still got to have a good chance.
“Running?” she asked, running her fingers through her hair and then gesturing to his clothes and his Ipod. “I’ll race you some time.”
A challenge, nothing more. Lainey wasn’t the best sprinter, but she was a pro at long distance. For a second, she was reminded of the old days at lacrosse practice, coming in at the beginning of the group during their warm up runs. She remembered how close they all were—family. Looking back at Jade, she knew that things were obviously a little different at Hawthorne Academy. Now, those two were fawning over each other, lying down next to each other in the comfortable grass, staring into each other’s eyes. And rumors had been that they were fighting. As if; they looked un-separable and happy. It killed her to see Jade that happy.
She fidgeted, watching them, knowing she was a third wheel in some case. Except she wasn’t going to leave; she wouldn’t give Jade that satisfaction. And once again she realized how cruel and un-Lainey like she was being. Everyone had been right at that scrimmage weeks ago, she just didn’t realize it. She was a freak; she was a monster.
But looking around the campus at all the other ‘superheroes,’ she knew she couldn’t be the only one.
We are the shaken, we are the monsters.
[Boo. >.<]
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Post by Jade Delanvers on Jun 9, 2006 23:10:11 GMT -4
Lainey was acting out of characters. I guess that Jade could get to anyone if she tried hard enough. Really, sometimes the only reason Jade acted the way she did was to get a rise out of people; she was able to relieve her own problems and tensions by causing others problems whether it be doubting themselves or something. They say bullies only pick on others to make them feel better, and in Jade’s case it was true enough, but it was to a bigger degree. Jade was able to make her own anger dissipate by causing Lainey to loose her own self-control. This tactic worked far better than any sort of meditation really. Jade wasn’t necessarily as evil as you assume she is. Get that point straight now. Jade was one of those ‘good guys.’ She would always be good. She knew far too much about bad, but that was from life experience. Not everyone has been traumatized. Jade was one who had a fairly good upbringing. She had her mother, who protected her and taught her. That had been enough for Jade, though her mother had taught her too much at a young age. That was the reason Jade was as she was now.
Like mother like daughter. We all know this phrase and in this case it can be taken to heart. Jade was ending up just like her mother. She couldn’t really help it because there is always a way to argue nature over nurture or vice versa. For Jade it was nurture and nature against her. Certain things can cause one to put them in a protective shell and Jade’s shell was made of diamond. It couldn’t be cracked. Jade trusted few people and she knew that. She realized it far better than anyone else and the fact that the new girl thought that she was going to make a deal with her sparked her the wrong way. Lainey wouldn’t be dealing with Jade; Jade had to deal with Lainey. She didn’t start this little conflict in the first place. Jade had been minding her own business and trying to meditate. The fact that Lainey was taking this route made Jade realize several things. She knew she could get under Lainey’s skin easily and she also realized how much more mature she was. Jade was this way more out of habit than anything. She knew things. She was protecting herself. Jade didn’t really fear, to be truthful. She was jealous yes, but that was more of her subconscious refusing to let anything she deemed her’s go. In truth, Jade couldn’t have fear and control the power she had.
When Jade had been young she could remember how hard it was to control her powers. She could remember the tough times she had. IT was so much different now. Back then she had fear in her life, now; she had abandoned fear for herself. She had fear for others, but feared nothing herself. Lainey, nor anyone else really, didn’t know Jade. She didn’t let out much about herself. She was complicated; she was a closed book that was hidden beneath floorboards that had been nailed down with the intent to keep locked up for eons and ages so that no one could read the pages. Jade was a treasure that would never be found. In truth there was a softer side to her, few saw that side, though. She knew that well enough. She realized more than people gave her credit fore. Jade Emberly (I’m improvising, I’ll change it later if there are discrepancies) Delanvers knew more than well enough how she was. She knew more than well why she was so shut off too. Others didn’t. Not even Seth knew, and Seth was one of the people that she actually trusted and tolerated to a point. There were things that not even he would ever know about Jade, though…
“You aren’t in a position to make a deal, Carson. Here’s the real deal: I don’t want to work with you. It wasn’t ever, and it will never, be my choice. It’s not you that has to put up with me. I’m putting up with you, so why don’t you take your nosey nature and butt out, Miss Sunshine. Chilling isn’t what I need to do. What I need, is for you to back the hell off because I don’t have any desire to work with you. I’ll cooperate when I HAVE to, otherwise you should just leave me be unless you want me to jerk the stick out of my ass and beat you with it.”
That was a bit mean, yes, but this was Jade Delanvers. She wasn’t nice. She was rude, but it was the truth. Though, she had odd ways of expressing herself that was for sure. The feel of hands over her eyes set her off. Seth was very lucky that she knew it was he; otherwise he would have ended up on the ground. Seth was right, he knew his girlfriend well enough. She did hate it when he did that. She hated being vulnerable in any way. Being vulnerable was something that she couldn’t ever afford. She couldn’t have it. Jade had to be on guard all of the time. She had to control herself. She had to do so many things. Very seldom did she get to just relax, but when she did, she could seem almost peaceful.
“Must you do that when you know I hate it?”
Jade asked Seth quirking a prim and proper brow quietly as she did allow him to move and she stuck close to his side. She was able to keep close and she ignored his wave to Lainey, knowing that he was her’s. Jade was snuggled against him quietly. She was almost peaceful at that moment. She knew Seth was her’s. That was one comfort and another was that she wasn’t going to give him up. He knew he was her’s. He knew the extent of her jealousy and he was still with her. Jade was a complicated person and Seth knew that well enough. He realized that. He knew her better than most others. He didn’t make the assumption that she had a stick up her ass. They did fight, but there was some sort of fondness and bond in their relationship, otherwise he wouldn’t put up with her and she would treat him as she did others…
There was just something there that was unexplainable. It was odd, but it was there. No one had to understand. They could spread things about their fights, but in the end they were with one another. Jade and Seth…Lainey wouldn’t get in the way of that. Especially if Jade had her way, which was always the case.
IF people thought she was bad now, they'd just have to see Jade when her relationship was being threatened!
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Post by Jake Wallace on Jun 10, 2006 3:05:09 GMT -4
[I was thinking-if Jake and Wynne have been going out for 15 months at this point, Jake would have to be a Junior because they would have gotten together a year ago last June, which would be Freshman year...so yeah. And as I was writing...this weird stuff came out so just bear with me, or tell me to shut the fuck up. I figured the pothead thing...just for potential Jake/Wynne friction in the future.]
The cold, stone wall of the exterior of Jake’s dormitory pushed back against his forehead with a force equal and opposite from the force he was exerting. He couldn’t remember ever waking up, or going to sleep, for that matter. In the morning, Jake Wallace could normally be found in bed, asleep. Unless some terrorist attack or other natural disaster occurred, Jake couldn’t be dragged from his sheets. If hangovers counted as natural disasters (which they might or should be), then Jake was certainly experiencing one. The night before, he had been at a comedy club on Sixth Avenue, where he and a couple of friends lit up some chronic and tossed back glass after glass of Jack Daniels to the tune of “Baddum dum-ch!” In the end, he had made it back to his dorm room near three in the morning, where he had only been able to sleep for a couple hours. Now, he was leaning against the wall with his face, one hand on the inside of his leg.
He had adopted this position as a kid, when he went away to sleepaway camp for the first time. The other boys had laughed at him for peeing like a girl, and had since then made a point of striking mid-urinal poses in public, whether or not he was actually relieving himself. He did this so often around the age of thirteen or fourteen that these poses had become something of a rest position to him. For now, however, his hand at his crotch did nothing to soothe the headache, but his forehead against the cool stone did.
“Wait wait wait, fellas,” he had said. “Lemme lemme just tell you something right now my men. Let me just tell you…” He stumbled a little bit, and his whiskey slopped over his hand. His friends howled with laughter as he sucked it off his skin. He breathed in deeply then began again. “Let me just just just tell you that my school right? It’s not like a normal- a normal school, you know? It’s a m-mutant thing man, I’m serious.” He blinked. The guys around him howled with laughter. One even shouted at him that he had taken one hit too many.
Jake’s head gave another painful throb. He shouldn’t have spoken about Hawthorne so freely. But it didn’t matter. The other people there were so smashed that they probably didn’t remember, either. But if anyone from Hawthorne found out he had been drinking or smoking, he would be expelled-but where would they send him? How many schools were there for people like him?
He wasn’t usually a pothead, though. He had rolled his first cigarette when he was fourteen, having stolen the grass from his mother’s boyfriend Tony, who kept a stash. He and three friends had sat in a circle for the first time in his room, already heavily perfumed with the hippy incense that was perpetually burning in his mother’s house.
Jake’s mind, from some murky corner, attempted to talk him into walking back to his room. If Wynne caught him out here, she wouldn’t be so happy.
Wynne. His girlfriend. Or his personal hooker, his call girl, his S&M dominatrix, his groupie, his favorite stripper, his ho, or his sexrectary, as he fondly referred to her. Wynne never understood his jokes, and only gave him a weird look when he introduced her to his mother as, “This skanky chick I met on Madison Avenue-look how well she cleaned up!” “I’m his girlfriend,” she had explained in her sexy, clipped voice. His mother didn’t bat an eye, however. Portia wasn’t quite normal herself. Portia had talked her ex-husband David into naming both her sons Jake. She hadn’t settled for Jake and Jacob, or Jake and Jack. So they had been the happy family, the Wallaces: David, Portia, Jake, and Jake Wallace.
At least for a while.
When Jake Andrew Wallace was thirteen, he went on a camping trip and came back with more than an unfriendly rash. When Jake was thirteen, as weird as it sounded, he was bitten by a werewolf. His mother thought this was cool; she cooked him up all sorts of things to try to control it. Concoctions with rosemary and snails were sneaked into his orange juice. Worms were baked in his cookies. It was disgusting, no doubt, but it was Portia. As the moon grew, so did the boy’s appetite, and up until the day before the full moon, his mother would give him three whole, raw chickens for dinner, sometimes pounds of beef if she could. His father, however, refused to treat it like a large appetite. His parents fought constantly about sending him off to an asylum, and finally, after moving out, getting a divorce, getting another wife, and giving a large settlement, they compromised on sending Jake to boarding school.
And that was how he met Wynne.
All jokes aside, Jake was about as sexually experienced as a stuffed animal. He and Wynne had been dating for over a year, but she remained solid and adamantine in her sexiness-or lack thereof. The thing was, Wynne was beautiful, right, and not just to Jake. She was thin, with a knockout, sexy little smile, and, if she ever felt like dressing provocatively, then she could definitely pull it off-or pull it up, on Jake’s part. But she did that anyway. When Wynne met his mother over the summer, his mother pulled him aside and slipped a package of condoms into his pocket “Just in case.” “And if you don’t use it, give it back to me and Tony, or you can just flatter yourself.” She was so embarrassingly candid. about everything.
God, Jake was such a big, fat virgin. His brother didn’t help, either. Over Christmas break last year, Jake walked into the living room to find his older brother and his hot stripper girlfriend Mimi under the Christmas tree. “Dysfunctional,” wasn’t quite the word.
Now Jake was back for his third year at Hawthorne Academy, as a junior. He had had enough trouble as a sophomore as it was, because he never liked to work at anything. He acted like nothing really mattered to him, and never halted in his “could care less” attitude. His grades hovered somewhere between average and abysmal, and he really didn’t care. Every time he got his grades in the mail, he lit up some Indian hay and opened his letter.
Wynne didn’t like it when Jake smoked pot. She had only confronted him about it once, after she found his stash, and didn’t talk to him for a week before he finally got it out of her. After that, he just tried to hide it better. Wynne was his opposite; hard-working, classy, sophisticated…she hardly ever touched alcohol. Jake, on the other hand, was your classic puts-his-potential-to-waste stoner boy. He often felt guilty when he first lit a bong, and after he was finished, but he was becoming better and better at stifling his conscience.
He knew that someday, he was going to have to go back to his room and change. He knew he was going to have to leave a note for Jason Reynolds. He new the note would say, as always, Tighten my wig. Thanks. And, as usual, the little baggie would be stapled to the paper. The note was anonymous, but it Jason would know where the goods were going to.
Feeling now was better than never, Jake unglued himself from the wall and meandered back into his dormitory, where he quickly dressed, and, remembering that he had a Team meeting (the Team- what a joke! Jake on the Team!), grabbed some eye drops and flip flops and ran out. He didn’t really know what time it was, and he was probably late anyway. As he neared the grounds, he began to notice shapes moving. His heart jumped a bit-maybe it was Wynne. Again, he thought of Jason and the bag he needed to fill-and keep practically invisible from his girlfriend and anyone who might turn him in. His walk slowed again.
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Hadley Chase
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Post by Hadley Chase on Jun 10, 2006 11:30:53 GMT -4
When you’re a little kid your street is your entire world. Your house is your fort, your castle, and your dungeon. Dwindling day after day from sunrise to sunset. The games only ending when the sky begins to glow a magnificent fiery array purple tainting the sheer perfection and then the settling of night sweeping across your fairytale. When you’re a kid nothing matters but the next adventure after lunch or what’s for dinner. You wear stripes with spots, clashing in a brilliance of vibrant colours. For Hadley Chase her childhood had been one of perfection.
With six brothers and a sister, she’d never sunk into boredom. There was always some excitement to be had, some moment to be captured. They’d supported each other in everything. In all aspects it closely resembled a real life fairytale. Or rather, a backward one.
In the books Hadley had spent so many hours, cradled in her father’s arm, listening to she had picked up a common storyline. The hero most often a courageous and handsome prince rescued the princess from her terrible existence after overcoming a villain of sorts, for them to live happily ever after. It was predictable but to a young girl with wide eyes sparkling with hope, it seemed the ultimate life. For Hadley she was born, living a fairytale. Perfect family, perfect home, perfect financial situation, perfect life. And then it all came crashing down around her, her happily ever after undone like a loose thread, one tug and it all unwound. In just one night, in one single moment, in just one overheard sentence it had ended. There had been no prince to save her.
And part of her was glad for that.
One man’s moment of passion and betrayal, of being unable to keep it in his pants as the saying goes, had ripped her setting down around her. When she was home she felt as though she was standing in the remains of a war. The action over, the crime done, the mistakes lost to history where secrets laid, but the evidence of what was, of what had been lingered in every breath, hovered like a cloud overhead, a rain cloud. She found herself standing in empty rooms playing memories over in her mind. She found herself wishing she was invisible. She found herself contrasting what was with what used to be. The separation between her parents where there used love, touching, kisses and laughter. The distance between her siblings but the undoubtable longing. The silence when her whole house used to ring with noise, the churning of the washing machine, the laughter, the scramble at breakfast, the rush of feet. That had become her favourite sound. Listening to the shower hum and the washing machine gurgle. She’d sit outside the doors of rooms occupied by other family members daring herself to go in but remaining as if a barrier held her back.
Things weren’t going back to how they used to be. People had put up barriers, blocking everyone out, blocking her out when all she wanted to do as get in.
The night it all happened all eight kids bundled into the twins room, bringing with them mattresses, blankets, pillows and torches. William and Hadley had strung a sheet across the room and everyone had bundled into the confined space. It had been a tight squeeze, what with all eight of them plus the emotions that hovered in the air. Hadley had fallen asleep with the twins tucked into her arms and Charlotte asleep with her head on her stomach. She had awoken to the sound of William’s rising and falling of breath, the shudders as his breathing quavered, as the tears fell into silence. And closing her eyes she had pretended not to hear.
She did that a lot lately. Pretend. It was hard to differentiate between what was real and what was not. Was anything real? When had it stopped being real for him? The swapped smiles across the table, the surprise hugs from behind? When he had stopped telling her mother he loved her and not meant it? When had her whole world turned into a lie?
Hadley took a kick at the grass in front of her, her cheeks were tinged pink from the pale rays of the sun. It clashed with the red of her hair, thrown loose over her shoulders. Today she wore denim shorts and a white tee. The green carebear stared from its position mid chest. She wriggled her toes, eyeing the chipped red nail polish with distaste and then boredom. She was trying not to think about it. Trying not to think about how it was affecting her or how it had stolen things so dear from her. Her peace, her family, her power. Shape-shifting, the ability to transform into another. She’d progressed so much last year but still couldn’t do it by her own free will and now. She couldn’t do it at all. Not for three months. These days she tried to keep as busy as possible, always talking to someone, always running from here to there, always smiling. Distractions suited her well.
Taking one last glance at her toenails Hadley glanced upwards, speaking of distractions. It looked as if there was a suitable one up ahead. Jake Wallace, Junior.
In ten seconds she was by his side.
“I think at this speed you might be on the way to beating say- turtles or even snails.”
She pulled a face, a smile stretched instantly across her lips, from cheek to cheek. Stepping in front of him she crossed his arms.
“So where are you going boy?”
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Post by Wynne Westwater on Jun 10, 2006 12:22:43 GMT -4
3 Years Ago
“She is so weird!†“She has to have, like a government chip in her head or something.†“No one, can possible be that smart!†“Hey! Miss Know-It-All. Why don’t you go back to the 7th grade, where you belong?!â€
9th Grade was torture. All those 15 year olds, running around, making fun of a poor, defenseless, 13 year old. Wynne Westwater had been moved from 7th to 9th grade and she wasn’t a very popular or well-liked girl. People called her a snobby, thinks-she’s-better-then-everyone-else, know it all. She was a know it all! Don’t get me wrong. But she wasn’t snobby and she didn’t think she was better then anyone else.
She went to an all girl’s private High school when she was thirteen years old. She had surpassed all the Middle School levels and it was necessary to move her up, or she’d just be wasting her time in classes. Wynne loved to learn new stuff. She loved to read and write. She loved to find problems that were difficult, and get answers. She loved the look she got from her teachers. The student they always wanted. She loved to empress them however, she didn’t love the crap she got from everyone else.
People were so mean. Why should someone be punished for being smart? She didn’t know why they did it. She even tried not raising her hand so much during class. It didn’t help though. When no one else raised their hands the teachers looked and her and smiled and said,
“Wynne, I’m sure you can enlighten this class and teach them how to answer the problem.â€
She would get glares and the stares from students. Teacher’s-pet rang through her ears.
So there she sat, in her 6th period class. Honors Algebra was one of her favorite classes. She sat unfortunately in the back of the classroom. She took her seat, opened her book, and took her pencil’s out. She was the first one there. She watched as more people gathered into the room. Three girls looked at her, whispered something to each other, and then began to walk over to her.
Wynne stared at her book, determined not to make eye contact. She bit her lip when they all pulled chairs and sat around her. They were the bitchiest girls in the class. Bleached Blondes, Fake Tans, all that jazz.
“So, TP (short for Teacher’s Pet). Got my homework?†“Sorry, Jessica, I couldn’t do it last night.â€
Wynne took a deep breath and continued not to look at her face.
Excuse me? Look TP, if you want to be liked by us, you’re going to have to pay the price. If you don’t, then you can just stay the loser you are now. Now give me your homework!â€
Wynne just wanted to be gone, she didn’t want to be in the class anymore. She stood up, about to run from the room but the three girls stood up with her.
“Where you think you’re going? Going to run? Are you going to cry? No one likes you, no one every will. You’re to ugly, too fat, to disgusting.â€
Please just make the mocking stop! Don’t let it continue. She just wanted to run, to disappear!
“Holy Shit! Jessica, look at her hand!â€
Wynne looked down at her hand. It was…clear! It wasn’t there! Wynne looked at it shocked. Her hand was disappearing, now her arm was slowly starting to dissolve away.
“What’s wrong with you! Freak!â€
Wynne woke up with a start. She had fallen asleep, at the table again! Her book was her pillow. She sighed and rubbed her forehead. Those horrible memories wouldn’t go away! After that day, Wynne transferred out of the school. When she told her parents, 2 years later, they were amazed and surprisingly, understanding. They sent her to Hawthorne.
She was having a good time at Hawthorne. She even managed to get a boyfriend! Which really surprised her. She didn’t think any guy would find her even remotely attractive. She never had a boyfriend in her life, too worried about her studies. She also had, unbelievably low self-esteem.
Jake Wallace. The guy she was in love with. He was…well strange. Completely the opposite from herself but she couldn’t stop loving him. He made her feel safe and protected.
Wynne stood up, pulled clean jeans on, a white shirt, and a navy blue jacket on. She pulled shoes on and brushed her teeth and hair and pulled it up into a ponytail. She sighed and walked outside. Team meeting today. She was proud of herself. She was the only member returning from the team last year.
She walked outside and saw a couple people. The first thing she saw was Jake and Hadley. The beautiful Hadley, talking to her boyfriend. Gulp. Grr. Jealously. She hated this feeling. She didn’t know what to do. She didn’t know whether to shush her away or just walk away. She always felt insecure, always afraid that Jake would leave her for a more beautiful, sexier girl.
Wynne sighed and walked forward, book in hand. She saw Jade and smiled a little. Her best friend. Seth, next to her. She nodded and smiled a little at Seth. She sat down next to them and opened her book, always taking a glance at Jake, pretending not to notice. She sighed and took a deep breath.
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The Amazing Flick
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Post by The Amazing Flick on Jun 10, 2006 12:38:28 GMT -4
{Hmm I should probably post -nods- Cept I can't think of anything clever to say}
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The Amazing Flick
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Post by The Amazing Flick on Jun 10, 2006 13:09:20 GMT -4
"Jeremy Swanson," He said with a stupid grin still plastered to his face, "Its a pleasure Lainey."
And what a pleasure it was. She certainly was a pretty girl, much more so than the counterpart that sat close by. Jade. He knew who she was and though he had no real problem with her, he wasn't too fond of her. Flick prefered to humor to anger, it was a good cover up for problems and though humor could hurt people it wasn't as soul crushing as actual verbal abuse. Verbal abuse reminded him too much of his father. Therefore, Jade reminded him of his father. Frowning a bit, Flick allowed himself to grow a foot taller and stuck his chest out with a raised eyebrow.
"Who are you calling an elf?"
Psh. Who did she think she was, the queen of sheeba? Another reason he wasn't so fond of her, she was way to over confident and putoffish for someone who wasn't all that. But then, Jeremy couldn't really talk, he was way over confident for 'someone who wasn't that athletic, smart or goodlooking' but that was teenage boy nature. They were all egomaniacs. And even he had his moments of humbility(i don't believe thats a word) and modesty. BUt Jade seemed to constanty had a pole up her ass.
"I prefer her sunshine to your ugly ragged face as it is, Delanvers, any day. And i'm pretty sure you sat your uptight ass down where we were already sitting, so maybe YOUR the one that should get up and walk away."
Wow. Had those words really come out of his mouth? Almost immediatly, Flick shrunk back to his normal height. Well, he was bound to get smacked. Or kicked. Or a combonation of both. And then he would have to rush off to the Dean, or to Arrow or one of his other friends and complain about the girl and admit that he had been beaten up by one. How dradfully emabarassing. Thank god she didn't have time to react, because the tension and attention surrounding the three people was quickly grabbed by Jesus Christ himself. Thats right ladies and gentlemen, Seth Hudson.
"Hello Cap'n."
Flick said nodding respectfully at the boy. He didn't like Seth. At all. Not in the very fucking least. But he still had a mild respect for him. And what did he not like about this hero of all heros? Jeremy felt that Seth used his tragic life as an excuse to be a holy ass hole to those who he didn't think were worthy of him. Aka Flick. Of course, it was very doubtful that Seth remembered this day, but Jeremy did as if it were yesterday. His first day of school, a year earlier, a very nervous Mr. Swanson was walking down the halls of Hawthorne Academy when Seth Hudson came out of no where and knocked the boy down . When Jeremy said something to the boy, Seth acted as if Jeremy was some disgusting creature from the black lagoon and denied the intire thing. Pety? A bit yes. So, because of this incident, Flick was not fond of Seth Hudson. He respected him however, for being the leader of the team. Plus the Dean seemed to have faith in the boy, and as the Dean was secretly, Flicks idol, he trusted his judgement.
Did she just hug him? Woah woah frezze frame. Rewind. Snap she did! The icey queen just gave JEsus a hug. WEll I'll be horsefucked, she has feelings. Flick controlled himself and swallowed the laughter he could feel rising up but still hadn't managed to remove the smile. So, he turned his attention to the other three students that now surrounded them.
My my they accumulated people fast. Lets see, the intelligent Wynee, her boyfriend Jake, who Flick liked very much as the boy had a wicked sense of humor, and...er...what was her name? Hurley? Hadmary? Hadley, there we go. She was a pretty enough girl, and Jeremy cuoldn't help but look her over once before staring up at the sky uncomfortably. He had suddenly become aware that almosst everyone surrounding him was now a proud member of *Cueing the music* The Team! Jealous? No not at all, but he had the feeling that they knew he wasn't and it would soon come up that he probably shouldn't be around them.
"As fun as this is, I've got something to do."
He said standing up and turning around to face Jade and Seth.
"Your highnesses."
HE said with a low bow, flipping over ontoh is hands and walking a bit on them, before flippingback onto his feet. A small smirk sat on the corners of his lips and he winked at the other people before walking to another tree three yards away. Good. Nice and alone, without the pesky smell of glory surrounding him.
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Post by Molly Hunt on Jun 10, 2006 13:11:01 GMT -4
*pops head in* mind if I join? Don't mean to intrude...
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