You nail him square in the lip, and he falls off balance as Frankie, Todd, and Chase rush over to pull you off him. "Fuck you, Berto!" a frantic Brad screams from a few steps away. He's not going anywhere near you, though. "You think you can just go…
The car's got a small scratch in the paint. Looks like the metalwork might be a little dented around it. It's minor, but noticeable.
Brad barely even noticed your car, and he only stopped walking away when you called him a fucker. He turns around a…
Brittany looks really confused when you sit down next to her, but you're a big enough name around here that she doesn't say anything. "Oh hi... Thanks! Uh... Lali, right?" She's eating a small salad with tofu in it, and sipping at some iced tea. "I …
John perks up when you whisper his name, and looks over his shoulder. He looks right through you, looking confused, but whispers back, "Amandine? Is that you?" The whispering was probably more for effect, and fear of looking stupid to himself. He's …
Abby shrugs, "I dunno Berto. Maybe. I haven't been feeling great lately."
On the subject of Abby though, there's something about her lately that you can't shake. The way she walks and talks is different, and not necessarily in a good way. Her eyes…
Chase thinks on it a moment before nodding, "I could use a break this weekend. You think Seth and Eventide will be there? We've been talking about getting a game going or something. It'd be good to chat with them outside of school for a change." Wha…
Well Lali, I won't lie to you... It's slim pickings in your class. Marina is an obvious choice, seeing as she's quite competent, and definitely conniving enough to use such a privilege properly — of course, her loyalty would need to be kept in very…
Ooh, playing peeping Tom, are we? Who did you catch Eventide kissing when she thought she was alone?
There are some rumors going around the school of a ghost in the girls' shower, though nobody has the audacity to claim it's you. You've found a few…
Having a car has opened up your lunch hour to do whatever you want. As such, you're out with Abby and Chase — who insisted on joining — getting burgers when you get a text from Officer Ramos:
To: Humberto, Drop it buddy, you blew it. It's time to …
Nbeke
My eyes go fiery at Riga callin' me out in front of my boys, "Shut the fuck up, motherfucker! Fix my fuckin' CO2 scrubber, or find me someone who will!" There ain't no ultimatum, 'cause failure ain't a motherfuckin' option. I will slap a f…
Nbeke
"You piece of shit!" I scream, kickin' him one last time for dyin' on me, "Why'd you go all fuckin' pussy on me! Not answerin' my motherfuckin' questions..." I wanna shoot this fucker in the head, but Flush might be able to do somethin' wi…
Alright.
Berto, highlight Cold.
Lali, highlight Dark.
Mandi, highlight Hot.
Let's see you folks get out of your comfort zones. I'm working on some MC homework, but hopefully I'll have some scenes up before end of day.
Nbeke
You mad, son? The only brains I'm in the habit of openin' are other people's brains, with my fuckin' boot! Now sure, I jack in from time to time... Sometimes a girl gets off fuckin' in wirespace, so I'll indulge, ya dig? But my life is fil…
Nbeke
I love the smell of burnin' flesh an' blood in the mornin'. I stroll through the core once it's secure, checkin' out whatever the fuck those wireheads was doin' down here. It don't look good... Looks like they were tryin' to rewire some fu…
Constance shakes her head disappointed, "no one stays loyal forever Lali, and you and this Amandine are set to live a long, long life indeed." She paces behind you, and places a pale, cold hand on your shoulder, "you find something to distract Tio A…
Todd waves back over his shoulder dismissively, and disappears out the front door. Once you've settled in your car, and texted officer Ramos, you have a minute of silence. There are a few of the oh-niners coming out of the Starbucks, looking at your…
Nbeke
I'm gunna kick down the motherfuckin' door, and git this spooky-ass motherfucker put up in restraints by force if necessary — oh please let it be by force...
OOC: Going Aggro.
(Rolled: 2d6+2. Rolls: 4, 4. Total: 10)
POTENTIAL CHEATING …
His eyes narrow, and you can tell he's considering tossing his tea in your face — but he was raised better than that, and he calms himself. He gets up out of his chair, and takes a sip of his tea. "Thanks for the ride Berto; but if you're going to s…
He shakes his head, "Sorry man, Sunday morning's church, and I run a bible studies group for younger kids. Even if I wanted to skip out on that, my parents would freak without a good reason. Much less if they found out why."
Todd doesn't believe you. Not even in the slightest. "Believe me, Brad's not checking me out. He's been fucking Brittney, and sending me pictures to 'straighten me out'. He's twice joked that he'd knock my teeth in if I ever put a move on him — and …
One thing strikes you as odd when you pick up your phone — your locker is empty. There were clothes, and toiletries in there before. It seems like someone's gone through your stuff. When you unlock your phone, there are hundreds of missed calls, voi…
Todd gives you a weird look, a mixture of confusion and amusement. "Brad is most certainly not in the closet." He orders himself a Tall Passion Iced Tea with no sweetener, and pulls out his card to pay. "Seriously dude, all this talk about me is cre…
Constance gets up from her chair and paces over to the bookshelf, looking over her vast collection. She looks like a teacher, about to give a lecture. "You will find that is rarely a decision placed in your hands, Lali — and the people you turn will…
He shakes his head, looking a little numb as he steps away from your car. "No man. You can't, and unless you're planning to slip a straight man a roofie, I doubt you could get him there either." He sticks his hands in his pocket, and motions back to…
The locker swings open, and a wave of blood pours out onto the floor at your feet. You hear the slow trickle of blood flowing from deep inside the dark locker. It takes a second to resolve, but eventually you spot him. John, chained to the far wall …
He shakes his head, "Stop beating around the bush, Berto... I'm not really that into you. No offense, or anything. You just don't strike me as my type." He hits the accelerator, and the Mustang's V8 hauls ass out of the intersection — faster than he…
He chuckles as he pulls up to a stoplight, clearly enjoying the ride. "Girls? No... You though... You're in pretty good shape." He looks over with a hungry grin. He may be serious.
... Ok, he's definitely serious, but it doesn't seem like he's expe…