Role Playing - Players 7 | please don't cry, it's just your love, it creeps me out

nouvelle jeux · 08-05-2006, 09:22 PM

Now she can't stop from loving me.
Making me food, touching me.
I told her I aint got money,
she said "do anything and I love you."
I know your mom makes fun of me,
and you caught your best friend under me.
I guess this means you're done with me.
She said "do anything and I love you."
Well, I go out all hours, you get strange phone calls.
I'm so A-D-D with you, but you still love me.

What are the odds of one true love?
You say "high," but I have my doubts.
What are the odds of me letting you down?
Please don't cry, it's just your love, it creeps me out.

Creeps Me Out by Ima Robot

Link to previous thread.

Players 9: Boston
This is the moment that you know
That you told her that you loved her, but you don’t
You touch her skin and then you think
That she is beautiful, but she don’t mean a thing to me

Boston, Massachusetts: cultural Mecca of the United States and the largest city in the New England region. Affectionately dubbed “The Athens of America,” Boston is an intellectual hub, with some of the world’s most prominent collegiate institutions, and a history rich with spilled tea and the revolution. Centuries after the Puritans landed and Paul Revere rode his horse around the then infantile town to warn, “The British are coming!,” Boston is a thriving, urban metropolis, and the seventh largest city in the US. Having survived industrialization, post-modernism, and devastating economic fluxes, Boston emerged as one of the nation’s premier centers for politics, art, culture, and music (and most recently, it is responsible for the emergence of the hardcore punk scene).

The Game
I wanted to believe in all the words that I was speaking
As we moved together in the dark
And all the friends that I was telling
All the playful misspellings
And every bite I gave her left a mark

In the words of God AKA: Wikipedia, “Hard work, moral uprightness, and an emphasis on education remain part of Boston's culture.” At Weston High School, students are expected to uphold these values. Some of them do, but not everyone.

While Weston offers a broad spectrum of extra curriculars, there are those who derive their greatest satisfaction not from scoring goals or making touch downs, but from empty promises whispered in the dark of a stranger’s bedroom. For some, it’s a malicious and calculated game that objectifies unwitting victims, reducing them to black pen marks in little black books, and arbitrary notches on belts of experience. For others, it’s a careless and ignorant gesture; a one-night stand written off as nothing more than a casual fling. And then there are those who are just guilty by association. Your friends are an extension of yourself, and if their locker-room talk boasts of latest conquests and present endeavors, you’re no better than the lot of them. In fact, you might be worse, for you stood idly by. Or so the story goes.

As tiny vessels oozed into your neck and formed the bruises
That you said you didn’t want to fade
But they did, and so did I that day

“The game,” to put it bluntly, is no longer about bedding the most innocent girl in school or the taming of the shrew. It’s about the lies we tell ourselves to get us through another day, and the comfort we find in the rhythm of a stranger’s skin. It’s about careless acts of passion, carefully construed plans of moral depravity, and meaningless trysts that perpetuate a vicious cycle of guilt and self-deprecation. It’s about the people we push away to keep from getting too close; to prevent from preying on our weaknesses, or discovering the carefully polished chinks in our seemingly impenetrable armor. It’s about the lengths we will go to make sure we are the ones who leave first come sunrise, because there is nothing worse than waking up to find that someone else already beat you to it.

So one last touch and then you’ll go
And we’ll pretend that it meant something so much more
But it was vile, and it was cheap
And you are beautiful, but you don’t mean a thing to me

Informational Links
Players 9 Website – Complete with Profiles and Fanart (In Progress)
Boston at Wikipedia – For more information on the city
Weston High School Clubs and Organizations – Um. Yeah. Self-explanatory.

Informational Links
Players 9 Website – Complete with Profiles and Fanart (In Progress)
Boston at Wikipedia – For more information on the city
Weston High School Clubs and Organizations – Um. Yeah. Self-explanatory.

Senior Players
Abraham Yisroel (Max Minghella) he is the zissou
Aidan Troy (Cillian Murphy) xKatx
Benjamin Thatcher (Adam Lazzara) fleur captives
Chad Rafferty (Jeremy Bloom) emz03
Christopher “Chris” Graham (Jesse Lacey) FAIT_Accompli
Christopher Huxley (Jonathon Rhys-Meyers) Dr. Barnett05
Dalen Kayhill (Justin Bradley) Beautiful Stranger
Dominick Rhodes (Matthew Gray Gubler) In Fair Verona
Jackson Rasmussen (Michael Pitt) PJ_Believer
Jameson Montague (Ryan Gosling) Kiss_Me_Kate323
Kasey Morgan (Justin Chatwin) Dimaranwen
Keston LaCoaste (Benjamin McKenzie) x*Brooke*x
Leonard “Leo” D’Arcy (Jamie Dornan) *Sarahrooie*
Lucas “Luke” Matteo (James Franco) xocourtneyxo
Nicholas Tam (Heath Ledger) Sundance Kid
Nolan McAllister (Damien Van Zyl) The Fifth Element
Reese Wyman (Kevin Zegers) straylight
Ryan Cooper-Davenport (Dominic Cooper) DreamOn777
Templeton “Temple” Reynolds (Charlie Hunnam) onedur
Travis Matsuura (Jun Matsumoto) In Fair Verona
Tyree Spears (Marques Houston) straylight
William “Billy” Maphire (Ian McNeil) Old Wolf

Senior Others
Allegra “Allie” Monroe (Romola Garai) Kiss Me Kate323
Andrew Echolls (Louis Garrel) FAIT_Accompli
Arden Bridges (Amanda Bynes) One and Only
Avery Ethelstan (Amanda Righetti) straylight
Ayda Elmeligue (Leonor Varela) straylight
Austen Hobbes (Sean Biggerstaff) x*Brooke*x
Breanna Hobbes (Ginnifer Goodwin) In Fair Verona
Brown Coleman (Leandro Becker) One and Only
Catalina Gutierre (Zoë Saldana) he is the zissou
Chase Halvorson (Hayden Christensen) Kiss_Me_Kate323
Chloe Kostas (Anne Hathaway) onedur
Daryl Cage (Keira Knightly) Excalibur
Deirdre Marquet (Elaine Cassidy) FAIT_Accompli
Dongyun “Yun/Damien” Kwan (Rick Yune) Endless Rain
Egan Devereux (Lee Williams) nouvelle jeux
Eliza Echolls (Eva Green) *Sarahrooie*
Farryn Kennicot (Margo Harshman) Beautiful Stranger
Greer Di Benedetto (Lisa Origliasso) PJ_Believer
Hayden “Dee” Harrell (Kate Ellery) dreamboat 370
Holden Harrell (Chris Doe) dreamboat370
Isobel Wescott (Zooey Deschanel) Sundance Kid
Jenny Darlotte (Trish Goff) x*Brooke*x
Jeremiah “Jeremy” Flynn (Brandon Routh) Dimaranwen
Kaede Yasashiku (Olivia Lufkin) tableofhearts
Lauren Palmer (Dominique Swain) FAIT_Accompli
Leah Madison (Christina Ricci) MissAndieWitter
Loudon Crow (Nick Valensi) Sundance Kid
Madeline Jeston (Emilie de Raven) x*Brooke*x
Matthew “Matt” Brandston (Mike Vogel) Kiss_Me_Kate323
Mason Davis (Shenae Grimes) xocourtneyxo
Micah Dunlevy (Sufjan Stevens) The Fifth Element
Mollie Astley (Michelle Nolan) *Sarahrooie*
Reagan Atherton (Mandy Moore) fleur captives
Ridley Bosworth (Steve Sandvoss) In Fair Verona
Roxanne “Roxy” Terret (Rachel McAdams) James_is_my_Baby23
Ryland McKensie (Trent Ford) onedur
Sarasa Narayan (Aishwarya Rai) Shiri S
Shayla “Shay” Towers (Alexa Davalos) ~*Heaven*~
Sileou Harvey (Mischa Barton) MischaFan42
Sophia Wagner (Bryce Dallas Howard) DreamOn777
Tanner West (Scarlett Johansson) Kiss_Me_Kate323
Tristan Cochran (Gaspard Ulliel) Dimaranwen
Vishnumaya “Maya” Odathi (Parminder Nagra) xKatx

Senior Hors
Audrey Sheppard (Agnes Bruckner) Dimaranwen
Celinda Garrett (Mary Elizabeth Winstead) The Fifth Element
Dylan Rhodes (Katherine Moening) Endless Rain
Diana Morgan (Elisha Cuthbert) kncliff87
Ebony McAlpine (Kristen Kreuk) Beauty In Imperfection
Leila Morgan (Jessica Stam) x*Brooke*x

Junior Players
Adlai Legends (Jeremy DuFour) Endless Rain
Austin Seabold (J.D. Pardo) tableofhearts
Peter Connaway (Jamie Johnston) MissAndieWitter
Rafael Garcia (Eric Balfour) Dr. Barnett05

Junior Others
Andrea “Andie” Donahue (Saskia Burmeister) FAIT_Accompli
Anna Kennedy (Natalie Portman) he is the zissou
Aubrey St. John (Rachel Hurd-Wood) The Fifth Element
Cameron “Cam” Towers (Olivia Hussey) ~*Heaven*~
Hayley Ellwood (Alexis Bledel) » b0yz lie *
Jericho Torrini (Daniel Vosovic) In Fair Verona
Joseph Lincoln (Vincent Lacrocq) he is the zissou
Margaret “Meg” Anstruther (Allison Lohman) he is the zissou
Maxwell “Max” Kennedy (Chad Cunningham) *Sarahrooie*
Mortimer Banks (Steven Strait) Jezebel In Hell
Naomi Graham (Thora Birch) Sundance Kid
Natalie Giordano (Carol Bernardi) FAIT_Accompli
Neveah Matthews (Mena Suvari) onedur
Peyton Hafenbrack (Ellen Page) In Fair Verona
Sadie Riehl (Irina Lazareanu) fleur captives
Sailor Dean (Brittany Mastin) One and Only
Samson Weisman (Teddy Geiger) PJ_Believer
Sasha Montague (Ashley Leggat) Beautiful Stranger
Whitney-Anne Carpenter (Tiffany Dravecky) Old Wolf
Winston Haverell (Garrett Hedlung) One and Only

Junior HORS
Amelia Coleman (Kristen Stewart) Kiss_Me_Kate323
Arabelle Cooper-Davenport (Ashley Trisdale) ~Crayola~
Francesca “Frankie” Federico (Nikki Reed) James_Is_My_Baby23

Sophomore Others
Fiona Cooper-Davenport (Camilla Belle) nouvelle jeux
Katelyn “Kate” Reed (Nataliya Piro) x*Brooke*x

Faculty
Bryce Cunningham (Brad Pitt / History)
Charles “Charlie” Gates (John Krasinski / Assistant Teacher and Varsity Football Coach) nouvelle jeux
Danica Hollander (Charlize Theron/French, Art, Senior Homeroom) The Fifth Element
Ethan Reznick (Zach Braff/Photography, Junior Homeroom) The Fifth Element
Jack Elridge (Louis Theroux / Creative Writing and Honors English 11) fleur captives
Michelle DeVoss (Audrey Tautou / Advanced Biology I, II and Environmental Systems) In Fair Verona

Previous Threads
Players 1 | New game, new city, FRESH MEAT WANTED i mean join plz
Players 2 | now accepting crushes and targets – starting later this evening
Players 3 | we are undercover, passions on the run, chasing love up against the sun
Players 4 | and the men who say “no competition” know the competition love still instills
Players 5 | you’re a bad hearted boy-trap baby-doll, but you’re, you’re so damn hot
Players 6 | don't fool yourself, she was heartache from the moment that you met her

The Players Soundtrack

BEFORE THE GAME:
23 - Jimmy Eat World
Another For Another by Lennon
Can't Stop - Mozella
Dirty Business by The Dresden Dolls
I’m Your Villain by Franz Ferdinand
Into The Fire - Thirteen Senses
Japanese Gum by Her Space Holiday
Ladytron" by Roxy Music
Popular by Nada Surf
Riga Girls - The Weepies
The Mating Game" by the Monochrome Set
The Moth by Aimee Mann
The Sinner In Me by Depeche Mode
Too Drunk To Fuck by Dead Kennedy’s/Nouvelle Vague
What Of Me - Trespassers William
Two Points For Honesty - Guster
Where Happiness Lives - Magnet
You’re So Damn Hot by OK Go

DURING THE GAME:
All I Want - Susie Suh
Chocolate by Snow Patrol
Chasing Cars - Snow Patrol
Bedroom Dancing by Day One
Disintegration - Jimmy Eat World
Distraction - Angels And Airwaves
Fidelity - Regina Spektor
My Favorite Game by The Cardigans
Night Drive by Jimmy Eat World
No Uniform Is Gonna Keep You Warm - Nightmare of You
Over My Head (Cable Car) by The Fray
Part-Time Lover by Copeland
Punish Me With Kisses - Bird York
Stars and Boulevards by Augustana
Stitches by Orgy
The Ratio of Freckles to Stars by Halou
The Walk by Imogen Heap
This Time Of Night" by New Order
Today - Joshua Radin
Twenty Four Hours - Athlete
Vertical Cougar - Beep Beep

AFTER THE GAME:
A Dark Congregation - The Hush Sound
A Few Hours After This" by the Cure
Broken Promises For Broken Hearts by She Wants Revenge
Collide - Dishwalla
Girl Singing In The Wreckage by Black Box Recorder
Heaven Is Paved With Broken Glass" by XTC
Hide and Seek - Imogen Heap
Linger by The Cranberries
Never Take Friendship Personal – Anberlin
Precious - Depeche Mode
Relapsing by Boys Night Out
Say Hello, Wave Goodbye by David Gray
Skeleton Key - Margot & The Nuclear So & So's
Someone Else's Arms - Mae
Tear In your Hand by Tori Amos
Teenage Love Song by Rilo Kiley
The Space Between by Valencia
Vow by Garbage
What If You - Joshua Radin
Your Heart Dies - The Brunettes

Role Players
Alicia | onedur | Character Journal: geech @ GJ
Beauty In Imperfection | Beauty In Imperfection
Bob | Old Wolf
Brooke | x*Brooke*x
Dana | tableofhearts
Dr. Barnett05 | Dr. Barnett05
Emily | dreamboat 370 | zombietupac @ GJ
Jace | straylight | Character Journal: chiodo @ GJ
Janay | he is the zissou | fpmip @ GJ
Janine | The_Fifth_Element | Character Journal: the_rizz_581 @ LJ
Joelle | Beautiful Stranger
Kat | xKatx
Kate | Kiss_Me_Kate323
Leigha AKA satan | fleur captives | Character Journal: pimpf @ GJ
Lindsey | ~Crayola~
Lisa | Sundance Kid
Lo | One and Only | Character Journal: essentialappeal @ GJ
Mal | MissAndieWitter
Maxi | Endless Rain
Michelle | Excalibur
PJ Believer | PJ_Believer
Robbs | Dimaranwen | Character Journal: dimaranwen @ GJ
Sarah | DreamOn777
Sarah | *Sarahrooie* | Character Journal: shakeyourhead @ GJ
Scarlet | FAIT_Accompli | Character Journal: tasker @ GJ
Sibby | In Fair Verona | Character Journal: roidys @ GJ
Tina | nouvelle jeux | Character Journal: luftballons @ GJ

fleur captives · 08-05-2006, 09:24 PM

Reposting. Who Art Bell is, in case you've never caught Coast to Coast AM on the radio.

Reagan
"Andie told me she wished a bucket of pig's blood fell on my head, now you think someone might have been out to do just that. I'm just having all the luck tonight," she watched as he took another drink from his flask before recapping it and set it aside until the next time she got up the courage to ask him for a drink. Given how little the scene below had changed in the last five minutes, that might happen sooner rather than later, but she kept her mouth shut as she wondered whether or not that would be a good thing. The last time she'd gotten drunk in the absence of her boyfriend and her best friend, Reagan had gotten herself into more trouble than she'd intended upon their return and was not rushing to make this a repeat of last time, singing included.

"But both of your Carrie analogies are way off-base. That was Prom, this is Homecoming," she explained as if that made all the difference. Grinning wryly at him, she thought over the rest of his explanation and concluded that wouldn't have been the case, particularly if the person she thought was involved played a part in the prank. Reagan watched as the chaperones seemed to become aware of the predicament moments too late and were now frantically trying to come up with a solution that didn't involve running out of the gymnasium themselves. "I also don't think I have telekinetic powers, sorry. Andrew, I know you were counting on me slaughtering the entirety of our graduating class, but you'll have to come up with some other outrageous claim to get yourself on air with Art Bell with."

FAIT_Accompli · 08-05-2006, 09:26 PM

OOC: NEW THREAD.

p.s. We've officially surprased Players 8 in threads!

Andrew

“Did she now? That wasn’t very nice of her?” Andrew’s gaze had fallen back to the stage where he had remembered Meg’s other sourly friend had been standing, far more visibly perplexed by the situation that called for her head to don a crown. She was gone now, along with her date, and Andrew assumed that the two feet of stage had given them both an advantage of avoiding the creatures that still terrorized their fellow peers below. He was beginning to wonder if anyone was going to even do anything about that situation besides run around, arms flailing wildly above their heads. Given a propensity for slow responses to fire drills and never having been officially reprimanded for his and Neveah’s involvement in the slideshow from a few weeks back, Andrew wasn’t getting his hopes up over a quick resolution to the situation.

Oh well. Perhaps it was best that the four terrors below made the most out of what promised to be the last free night of their lives.

Turning his gaze back on the dark haired brunette that sat along side of him, sporting the same wry grin she had worn seconds earlier, before furrowing his brow theatrically. “So maybe the telekinetic story was a bit far fetched, but I’m sure Mr. Bell would be just as interested to learn of your telepathic tendencies.” He returned the witty quip with a reserved grin and a look that said Read my thoughts, now Atherton. Go on, I dare you.

Natalie

Maybe it’s because we don’t really want those things to begin with. Natalie couldn’t even begin to fathom what he could have possibly meant by that, but at this point she didn’t really care. The misty dew from the grass inhaled her nostrils and infiltrated her lungs, while the damp grass tickled relentlessly at her exposed legs. She felt inexplicably happy in those few moments, forgetting all about her father’s untimely departure for hostile lands and the rude girl she had encountered earlier in the dance. Under the glittering stars and the moonlight, she felt positively engulfed with … beauty. Everything was just so beautiful, it made her feel warm and fuzzy inside. Even the bug that had temporarily taken residence on her hand hadn’t been swatted away, and sure enough, she left it alone, and it returned the favor.

Such consideration couldn’t be said for Nolan.

His touch had jarred her out of her still calm, and although it was far from a sobering act, she felt suddenly very conscious of both herself and him again. She turned to him, an expression riddled with perplexity and apprehension. Was he always so close? Her surprise maximized when she felt his lips graze hers ever so slightly, but before she had the opportunity to get used to the contact, he’d pulled away. Natalie’s breath caught in her throat as her heart started to throb so violently, she was certain he could see the muscle palpate right through the thin material of her dress. Her first kiss. Her lips still burned where his lips had barely grazed them, and as her mind waged a war with her lack of sobriety and an unrecognizable urgency that burned in her stomach, she found her hand reaching for his face. Curiosity triumphed over doubt, and her fingers traced his lower lip much like a newborn would; concentrating as if he was the very first person she had ever seen in her life. “Thank you for giving me a wonderful evening, Nolan.” She breathed softly, almost to herself, in a tone that betrayed her inebriation. Until she fell back against the grass, tucking her hands behind her head as she giggled inexplicably to herself, as if laughing over a private joke only she was privy too. “The sky could fall on me now and cover me in glittering jewels, and I wouldn’t care. I’d go with a smile on my face.” She decided, haphazardly and flippantly in that moment, that she was the happiest she had ever been in her life. Oh, what a little bit of peach juice could do for a person.

Deirdre

Perhaps she should have seen this coming. Perhaps even a small part of her had banked on this happening. Because when a hand gripped her wrist, forcing her body to turn and compensate for the tug on it, she wasn’t at all surprised to see Egan standing there. Of course, Deirdre didn’t take too kindly to feeling reprimanded by him, or anyone else for that matter, and she immediately went on the defense.

“What was what back there? What do you think has gotten into me?” Deirdre countered with a perplexity that was far too genuine to be real. Still, her expression blackened as she watched him expectantly, as if waiting for him to clarify. Except Deirdre didn’t wait at all, she quickly stood taller, disregarding her faux counter questions as she responded calmly, as if genuinely surprised by his accusations of her acting any differently than she normally acted. “I was simply giving credit where credit was due.” She smiled innocently. But wait, what was that look?

Oh, he wasn’t referring to her congratulatory reference to the pigs.

“I was leaving you to your new friend.” Her tone was still calm, though an edge had been adopted to it. “I thought that’s what you wanted.”

fleur captives · 08-05-2006, 09:47 PM

Reagan
The two of them sat in relative silence for a moment as they watched the scene below and both wondered to themselves about how long it was going to take for something to be done about the four pigs down below and the mess they were making. "Okay, Andrew, you're right. While I'm not telekinetic, I am telepathic. For example, I know that right now you're thinking .." she trailed off for dramatic effect.

Making a show out of pretending that she was concentrating solely on figuring out just what was on his mind, Reagan played up the theatrics with her expression and only spoke after she thought an appropriate amount of time had passed since his last statement, certainly long enough for him to have gotten some amusement out of the ordeal. She grinned, even going so far as to look as if she couldn't be more pleased with what she was going to say next, and looked to him with a grin. "You're thinking about the myriad ways in which to torture me when I ask you if I can have another sip from your flask, which I am, or Meg Anstruther and how you'd much rather be trapped somewhere with her right now over me, the girl drinking all of your alcohol. Take your pick," she told him triumphantly.

FAIT_Accompli · 08-05-2006, 10:13 PM

Andie

Andie didn’t have the words to describe the scene before her. After she had been abandoned by Reagan, she was simply left to preside over the mayhem and watch as her silly classmates squealed as much as the animals their terror-filled shrieks continued to provoke. Reaching up for the plastic tiara that continued to jab at her head, she carefully pulled it out of her hair, tugging out a few wisps of hair in the process. Not that it mattered at this point. When had she ever cared how she looked? Tonight had been a night she had challenged herself to behave differently and give the whole “school spirit!” thing a try, but it was stunts like the one that had just taken place that reminded Andie of why she didn’t like a vast majority of the human race. She may not have cared very much about Homecoming, but somewhere out there was bound to have cared, and now their night was ruined.

Turning to Peyton, Andie spoke quietly as she carefully balanced on her good foot to take the shoe off the one that had been injured. “I should be able to make it out of here just fine. Please don’t feel obligated to stay with me. Salvage what little of your night you can.” And with an apologetic smile that was weak in its resolve she started limping down the stage and towards the entrance that had been used to usher those nominated on stage.

Pausing at the doorway, Andie braced herself against the doorway and winced only a little as she leaned all of her weight on her injured ankle, before finally slipping the other shoe off. She was relived to find herself in a virtually empty hallway, and as she passed a vending machine, she realized all the chaos and the havoc that had erupted in the gymnasium had made her thirsty. Perhaps it had all been a godsend in disguise. Now Andie wouldn’t be tempted to try some of the fabled spiked punch (which she doubted she wouldn’t have tried anyway; it wasn’t that Andie didn’t trust her fellow peers … no, actually, it was that she didn’t trust her fellow peers), and instead found herself scrounging up as much change as she could to try her luck with the vending machine. A couple of minutes, dispensed coins, an armful of bite size bags of chips, cookies, and other teeth rotting spoils later, and she finally dropped her last coin in the machine and pressed the required combination to make the Cherry Coke fall to the bottom of the machine. Leaning down, she underestimated her hold on the rest of her junk food and cursed loudly to herself as half of it all fell to the floor.

nouvelle jeux · 08-05-2006, 10:23 PM

Egan

"I'm not talking about that," he said impatiently. "You were rude back there. Life cereal and closets? What was with the way you talked to Aubrey? She didn't even do anything to you. What's gotten into you?" Of course, when he first met Loudon, he hadn't exactly been a cordial host. Then again, he had never made any comments regarding closets and then storm off. The situation was different. Besides, even though he sulked about her asking Loudon to the Homecoming- wait, where was that kid?

"Where's Loudon?" he asked suddenly. If Aubrey had been at the back of his mind before, she was entirely out of it now. He had more pressing matters to attend to, like where Loudon was and more specifically, why he wasn't with Deidre. Maybe he ditched her when the pigs get loose. That would be grounds for a beating. Maybe he ditched her for another girl (or pig). That would deserve an ass kicking. These scenarios sort of made sense - why else would she be calling for him unless her own date had gotten lost? "Is that it?" he asked. "You lost Loudon, so you thought that I could entertain you until you find him again?"

Dimaranwen · 08-05-2006, 10:33 PM

Reposts except for Jeremy.

Jeremy

Not expecting such gratitude for what Jeremy considered a basic act of courtesy, he nearly dropped Jenny in surprise upon hearing the whispered thanks close to his ear. This moment suddenly made the discomfort endured for a good portion of the evening entirely worth it. "I try," he said lightheartedly with a broad smile. He carried her much farther than necessary, right up until they had reached the point where Lauren was standing. He set Jenny down gently, his arm still wrapped around her waist once her feet touched the ground.

It wasn't that he didn't enjoy Lauren's company; in fact, he would enjoy it if the four of them, meaning Jeremy, Jenny, Lauren and her date, could salvage what was left of the evening. But he wasn't aware of what Jenny wanted, and he really didn't want to screw things up, now that he had done something irrefutably right. All he could do was be mindful of her while they waited.

"So, who is your date anyway?" Jeremy asked, a little too curious for his own good. If Jenny hadn't asked him, Jeremy had hoped that he could have worked something out with Lauren. She would have been fun; she was fun.

Kasey

Kasey eyed Celinda with the utmost skepticism as she uttered her intention to return, not particularly bothered by the fact that she was leaving; they both understood the terms of their arrangement. He simly didn't expect her to come back, but her certainly wouldn't mind if she did. Kasey walked off the dance floor, choosing to sample the tainted punch (or perhaps more than just 'sample,' if a better alternative didn't present itself). His eyes glanced over the crowd, noticing Temple and Leila again. He desperately searched for something else to look at, and such a distraction came in the form of his friend Ridley.

"Where the hell have you been?" Kasey asked, disregarding Ridley's question. He hadn't seen his friend all night, even though he had been a bit preoccupied. "Who did you even come with?"

Audrey

My my my, aren't we confident? She smiled coyly as he took a few steps closer, her hand idlly flicking her long blonde hair behind her shoulder. "Well, I hope the evening isn't too much of a disappointment for you," she remarked innocently. She opened her mouth to ask the name of the charming gentleman before her, but an untimely interruption caused all rational thought to quickly leave her brain, and all she could do was stand there and stare at the animals that should have been confined to a barn as they ran rampantly around the gym. "What the hell?" She muttered under her breath as a pig nearly sideswiped her before heading straight towards a group of freshmen girls, knocking them over as if they were bowling pins.

These pigs were clearly not her friends. They had begun by rudely interrupting her, but they were also the cause of her sad condition of he dress. If it hadn't been for Mystery Boy's comment, she ordinarily would have lamented the stain on an otherwise perfect dress. And suddenly, the idea of screwing a relative stranger? Kind of a turn on.

"I think you're just the man for the job," she said, before grabbing his wrist and pulling him lightly in the direction of one of the exits to the hallway.

Tristan

"I don't know what you're talking about," Tristan teased, surprised at his own
lightheartedness in what couldn't exactly be called a lose-lose situation, but there were certainly things he was giving up. But that didn't matter to him. Meg was all that mattered.

I'll stay.

Every inch of Tristan suddenly felt alive for the first time upon hearing those words, and he itched to be closer to her, even as her hands slipped inside his, pulling him back. Lacing their fingers together, Tristan kissed her again, one of his hands disentangling itself from hers in order to cradle her neck, intensifying the kiss. Carefully situating them so he lay gently on top of her, his lips hesitantly left hers. "I love you," he murmured.

His lips slowly began to make their way down, kissing her jawline before leaving a trail of kisses on her neck. His hand lightly pushed the strap of her dress aside, kissing her collarbone and every inch of bare skin he could reach.

FAIT_Accompli · 08-05-2006, 11:03 PM

Andrew

Admittedly, Reagan had been closer with the latter of the two guesses she had made, though Andrew was far too courteous to suggest her company wasn’t welcome or appreciative. Okay, so no, those weren’t his exact thoughts. (But if you’re curious, they were somewhere along the lines of You’ll never guess that I’m thinking about you not being able to guess what I’m thinking about … mmm, vodkaaaaa …) But she was close enough, and Andrew decided she deserved to be rewarded for her remarkable observational prowess.

“Wrong. I was thinking about how cute you look in your tiara, and how I’m kicking myself because I don’t have a camera, and thus all blackmailing opportunities have been sufficiently curtailed.” He grinned broadly, his lie sparkling in the mysterious glint of his eye as he couldn’t resist the notion of making her at least a little uncomfortable. Andrew considered it sufficient payment for the alcohol he was sharing with her. And he did share. See, this was him handing over the flask. Now all he had to do was let go of it. “But uh, I’ll let you have some more. You know, because you asked so nicely.” See. Andrew was really a nice person. “Next time, just remember to bring your own. You should always be prepared.” Because obviously there would be an opportunity for more pigs and a next time, god willing. Not.

Deirdre

Deirdre hadn’t realized she was being rude when she mentioned the life cereal. It seemed like a viable question! If a lifetime supply of Life cereal had been included in the deal, she would have probably ran for Homecoming Queen herself. Never mind the fact that Royalty wasn’t something you could exactly nominate yourself for, but you see, such logistics were really of little consequence to Deirdre. Her apparent rudeness was on trial here, but Deirdre balked out of an immediate response.

All these questions had been questions she herself been reserving for Egan, which she was soon reminded of when the question of her missing date was finally bought up. Deirdre blinked, suddenly realizing that she had left him behind in the gymnasium, presumably to fend off angry pigs. Casting a wry glance over her shoulder, Deirdre’s face darkened as she realized the blatant insensitivity of her actions. Loudon might very well be trampled inside, and it would be all her fault. “I didn’t lose him!” She muttered out loud irritably as she turned back around to face Egan, suddenly forgetting all about the hypothetical dire situation at hand. “And what’s up with me?” She asked incredulously, closing the distance between them with a step before poking him in the chest accusingly. “What’s wrong with you?” She poked him again, just because she felt like it. “You can scamper off with skeezy little twits, a number of them…” to be fair, she wasn’t referring to anyone in particular, but merely trying to make a point, “but when I have one date you stop talking to me and start planning little designs like tonight’s without me!” And it was then that she realized she was actually hurt by all of this, more so because of the latter than the former. “You’re a hypocrite, Egan Devereux. You can …” she struggled to find the appropriate words, but gave up and settled for a rather ridiculous expression. “… you can sow your seeds wherever you please, and then turn on me the second I attempt to do the same.”

fleur captives · 08-05-2006, 11:29 PM

Reagan
Were it not for the fact he seemed likely to hand over the flask once more, she might have given in to temptation and told him that his comment about her 'cute' appearance was not earning him any points. Reagan stayed quiet, however, as Andrew handed her the container with just a warning that she ought to be more prepared in the future and bring her own. "Prepared for what?" she questioned as she wondering about the possibilities of what she could be planning for. There would be other opportunities for their significant others to abandon the two of them, she didn't doubt that, but it seemed as if tonight was a once in a lifetime event between the fake tiara atop her head and the pigs presently running from one end of the gymnasium to the other.

"A night like this?" she grinned at the sheer absurdity of it all. Neither of them could deny that Homecoming would not be soon forgotten and would perhaps live on until the next major event at school. As he offered the flask up for her taking, Reagan beamed gratefully at him and took her chance before he had an opportunity to change his mind. She made quick work of it all as she managed to unscrew the cap, tip her head back for a quick drink, and return the item to him in under a minute's time."I'll make it up to you somehow. Promise. If you'd like, I'll even swear to it n front of Meg and Tristan, once we find them."

FAIT_Accompli · 08-05-2006, 11:40 PM

OOC: Kat, I know I’ve deprived you of Chris for far too long, and I’m about to get him back to Maya. Promise. And um, she should shank him for ditching her essentially to go have sex with someone else. Yes.

Lauren

Taking after Jeremy’s example, Lauren began to search the general vicinity for her date. It didn’t take her too long for her to realize it was a rather fruitless plan. With everyone running to and fro, thinking very little of the people they left to rely heavily on their own devices just to avoid a collision, Lauren decided she didn’t have the patience nor the aiding height to spot her date in a crowd full of hysterics. Large crowds generally didn’t make Lauren nervous, but large crowds of peoples gripped by fear and confusion from all the chaos that had ensued inside would have made anyone at least a little nervous.

Always one for bright eyes, Lauren finally remembered her cell phone, which she rarely ever bothered with save for emergencies, and pulled it out figuring now was just as good an emergency as any. After trying Austen’s number, she gave up and mumbled irritably under her breath before selecting the text messaging option. It took her a while to figure out the various options, and by the time she had finally constructed a short message that informed her date she had made it to safety, and directed him to her current location, Jeremy had returned with Jenny.

In his arms.

A look of amusement flashed across her face, but she quickly suppressed it while clearing her throat, if only to warn the fragile looking girl of her presence and to potentially ward off any stronger displays of, er … gratitude. At least not in her presence. “Austen Hobbes.” She boasted broadly, before her smile gave way to a slight frown, “Though I can’t seem to get a hold of him. I sent him a text and instructed him to meet me here. Hopefully he can find his way.”

Chris

What had started out on a random study table had somehow ended behind the Informational Station … clear across the library. It would certainly make for an interesting trip across the vast library in the dark to find clothes that had been littered all about the place. The girl that laid temporarily quiet in his arms could have easily been misconstrued as enveloped in peaceful slumber, but Chris knew better. He had a feeling Celinda never allowed for sleepovers, and it was a practice he had adopted himself. Chris had learned long ago that the person you fell asleep with might be completely different by the time you woke up. Endearing abnormalities turned into frightening blemishes in the morning once sobriety reclaimed it’s nagging place in a person’s life.

He was still catching his breath when she started to stir, and soon she was on her feet in all her stark naked glory, tossing a coquettish grin in his direction as she began to traipse about the nearby vicinity in search for her missing clothes. Chris slowly pulled himself to his feet, unsure of how much time had passed; was it minutes? Hours? Certainly if it were hours someone would have discovered their deviant forms in the library and slapped some sort of reprimand for misconduct on school property on them. If Chris listened close enough, he could still hear the anguished and irritable loud objections of his abandoned peers out in the hallway. And suddenly he remembered a promise he had made to a friend. A promise that might be difficult to keep if he couldn’t find his pants. “Ms. Garrett.” Chris called out, a mixture of suspicion and amusement evident in his tone. “I seem to have everything accounted for, save for … well, everything that’s not my shirt or jacket.”

onedur · 08-05-2006, 11:42 PM

OOC: To save myself from getting further behind in this skip, I'm going to hold off on Neveah and Temple. Maybe I can keep up when I'm only playing two of my characters at a time. Brooke, if you'd like me to post Chloe first, let me know.

Ryland

Before Ryland had a chance to say anything else, he found Sadie bidding him farewell. He could only nod his head trying to swallow down the mouthful of cookies he had before she was waving and disappearing through the crowd. Though their evening was pretty much finished, Ryland assumed his friend would have prefered to stay near the cookie table with him. Because, hey who didn't like cookies? And two, the reason she was leaving is because someone was herding together the Homecoming Court nominees. It was nice to win things, but Ryland sincerely hoped Sadie did not win. He had no idea what she'd win. Queen. Prince. Princess. Court Jester. Whatever. She didn't deserve that.

As all the nominess stood around looking at one another and the rest of the school crowded around the stage, Ryland just continued shoveling cookies into his mouth. Some might have found their way into his pockets, because most of the table "attendants" seemed to be preoccupied with the royalty announcements. Finally haven gotten his fill (and stash for later), Ryland turned his attention to the stage but not bothering to move from his position in the back of the gym. Names were being read. Most of which he didn't recognize. Realizing it was Sadie's category, Ryland's perked up a bit. Andrea Donahue and Aubrey St. John. He smirked slightly at that and the look of relief on her face when it was read.

With all that over and done, Ryland began to walk off no longer interested in what was happening. However, an unexpected tinge of familiarity washed over him and he did a double-take at the people lined up on stage. One of the princess, who seemed rather fidgety, was the reason. He felt like he should know her, but Ryland couldn't put his finger on it. Andrea Donahue. The name that had been announced was of no help, except that he recognized it as belonging to a cheerleader. Which made it even less plausible for Ryland to know the small brunette up on stage. His focus lapsed after a moment, as his head turned towards some girls screaming nearby him. When he looked back up, there was a large commotion beginning up on stage. It's hard to imagine a bunch of pigs running around a gymnasium causing havoc, but that's what happened. People up on stage looked horrified as everyone else ran around the gym hysterically trying to get away from the pigs that were weaving in and out of the crowd.

Considering that the gym was infested by well...pigs, Ryland decided it was the perfect time to vacate along with everyone else. Yet, instead of using the front door, Ryland disappeared out the side door and found himself in the hallway. Taking a quick gander at his watch, he wondered if Sadie would come looking for him before or after the round-up of the pigs started. She was his ride home. He glanced down the hallway as he leaned himself up against the opposite wall. Now Ryland was not a fan of school persay, but the quiet hallway was somewhat welcoming. That was until he saw her step outside.

He watched with semi-interest as she relieved herself of some rather scary-looking shoes and started trudging down the hallway with a limp. It was the same girl as before. The one who still looked familiar as she began pumping coin after coin into the vending machine she seemed awfully happy to see at first. He didn't flinch when he saw everything spill out of her arms. Only a curse word left her mouth, but she said it loudly enough that Ryland heard her loud and clear. And that was when he remembered. Her voice triggered the little speech she'd given right before the rather odd events. Weeks later still odd, by the way. The party. The girl. The kiss. Well, this was interesting.

Simply unable to help himself, Ryland went over to the vending machine. He squatted down beside her picking up a couple of the treats that had fallen on the floor. "Here I was expecting my dream girl," Ryland spoke without an introduction. "And all I got was a cheerleading princess. I don't know yet if I should be relieved or depressed." Literally, dream girl, but given Ryland had no frame of reference (he could barely remember Andrea's face the day following her little run-in with his mouth), he simply replaced his "mysterious" party-kisser with Mandy Moore. Because she is worth a dream or two. It was still odd, but in dreamland, the entire episode ended up being much more...sweat-inducing.

**In Fair Verona** · 08-05-2006, 11:52 PM

Travis

Travis quickly followed Ebony in her hasty reluctance from the gym; and though he wouldn't hear about it until the following monday the pair were fortunate enough to escape having to witness a quartet of pigs wreak havoc and terror on the homecoming ceremonies as only pigs could do. Feeling a stirring sensation he glanced downwards to find Ebony attempting to feel for his keys, to which he had to collect himself in order to respond, "Those aren't the keys," and then fish for them himself in his other pocket. Automatic locks were a genius invention, Travis noted, as he used them to his advantage in swiftly opening the door to the backseat without pause and climbing inside after Ebony, respectively slamming it shut behind him. No longer prone to thinking logically, he tossed the keys over his shoulder without bothering to lock the doors, swiftly moving forward and allowing his body to collide with hers as the pair fell against the back seat. His hands ran up the length her side before finding themselves fiddling with a rather stubborn zipper which refused to separate from the black fabric restricting her skin from his. "Fuck." Travis mumbled under his breath, giving the zipper a firm tug and finally freeing it; all whilst trying to shrug off his own jacket. Yes. Multi-tasking. Another beneficial talent, one which made him grateful his talents weren't being wasted on a silly slow dance at this very moment.

Ridley

"Uh, dancing?" Ridley replied, "I thought that was you know, what you were expected to do at homecoming." He said simply, before nodding in the direction of the petite brunette now making her way towards them both. "This is Anna." He introduced, though over her head he motioned to Kasey the universal sign for "bonkers", twirling his finger in a circle beside his head. Feigning normalcy he politely took one of the two drinks Anna held in her hand for himself, "Thanks." He replied, taking a sip and then turning his attention towards the commotion taking place in the gym. The various screams and shrieks sparked his curiousity, though he had to look no further to discover the cause before a rather frightened little pig dashed before them a little ways off. He took another sip, shaking his head. "Wow. Hmm." He turned back to Kasey, "I'll catch up with you later." He waved his drink in the air as a goodbye gesture before promptly taking a large gulp and leaving with Anna. Except somewhere between Kasey and the double doors; he had lost his date. "Anna?" Ridley glanced around him, turning in a circle and seeing only a blur of brightly colored dresses. No Anna Kennedy. "Annnnna..." Ridley drawled, looking down at his glass and then downing the remainder of its contents. Yum. "Where'd you go off to..." He mumbled, scratching his head and looking around in a manner very much like a puppy who had lost its owner.

[Ridley is le open]

FAIT_Accompli · 08-06-2006, 12:01 AM

Andie

It wasn’t rattled nerves that was making it difficult for Andie to hang on to all the junk food she had purchased from the vending machines, or even a lack of coordination. She simply had that much food in her hands. Twelve dollars worth. Still, the fact that every time she managed to pick up one thing that fell, another followed suit, didn’t make it all any less frustrating. This is why Andie was not a fan of tight fitting dresses and small hand purses. They did absolutely shit for a girl that needed to carry things around. That’s why she was a fan of the hoodie. The hoodie had pockets. You know what else the hoodie is good for? Obscuring a person’s identity if ever they were in need to run and hide from somebody.

Why was such a convenience necessary to Andie’s particular circumstances?

Here I was expecting my dream girl. In the few, brief milliseconds she heard the voice, and took her time in matching it with a face, she really had no idea who was addressing her and could only assume they were referring to her inexplicable Homecoming Princess nod. But when she glanced up from her falling goodies, she was met with a face she had hoped to never have to see again in her life. All the blood drained from Andie’s face, though fortunately she was pale enough that the slightly different coloration would most likely go unnoticed. And then he said it. And all I got was a cheerleading princess. A quiet growl purred at the back of her throat, but Andie was far more scared witless by his recognizing her from the drive-by make out session she had accosted him with some weeks ago to vent her frustrations at him. “Dream girl? Ha ha ha.” She laughed awkwardly, silently berating herself as she dropped another bag of chips. “I’m sorry, I think you have the wrong person,” she excused herself hastily before careening past him as quick as she could. Which was a bad idea, because she had forgotten all about the ankle. “Fuck!” She wailed loudly, before continuing to limp theatrically down the hallway, silently cursing the evening, her evil shoes, Margaret Anstruther, her silly plastic tiara, Reagan ditching her, those fucking pigs, and a God that was clearly playing one sick joke on her after the next.

Andrew

“Another night like this, aliens landing on earth, hell freezing, Armageddon, President Bush getting eaten by a giant snake …” Andrew was a propagator of being prepared for anything, and as far as he was concerned, if you had enough alcohol, it didn’t matter the catastrophe, be it pigs or an unpopular president being devoured by one of his own kind. Because if you were drunk enough, you didn’t give a shit in the end. The sky could fall, and you could still find some humor in it, because hey, the sky is falling. That’s pretty funny shit when you’re drunk. Until the sky falls on your head and knocks you right out.

But this was all really besides the point.

He waited a little impatiently for her to finish, before his lips quickly found their way back around the top and more liquid was tossed down his throat. Andrew shuddered a little, overestimating his gulp, and it burned a little more than usual on its way down. Still, he let out a pleased sigh, and capped the flask yet again, this time setting it between them as he had a feeling it wouldn’t be long before she asked for it again. “If you could stomach to keep it on until we find it, I think their expressions will be payment enough.” Meg for him, Tristan for her, as Andrew really had little to gain from pleasing Reagan’s boyfriend. “I wasn’t with either of them when the announcement was made, but I’m pretty sure I saw a flash of orange jumping about and flailing in excitement from where I’d been standing at the punch bowl.” He smiled softly to himself; not putting such a gregarious display of excitement past his girl. He was finally beginning to regret leaving her behind when he had.

onedur · 08-06-2006, 12:18 AM

Ryland

A amused chuckle flew out of Ryland's mouth, before he had much time to think about it one way or the other. It was the horrified look on the girl's face, when she looked up at him. She recognized him just like he had her while she was up on the stage. Granted, he looked less horrified, but Ryland was blessed with the element of surprised in sneaking up on the girl. One thing that was somewhat settling though. Her reaction proved that perhaps her behavior that night was just as odd to her as it had been to him. That was the only explanation for the horrified look and then the denial.

"The wrong person," Ryland repeated, standing up with her, trying to catch some of the items falling from her arms in light of her quick and rather awkward movements. She limping down the hallway again, and Ryland wasn't sure what to think of this girl. She was limping and cursing, but it all sort of went together. The was the same person who ran around kissing strangers at parties.

With a start, Ryland looked around him and gathered everything that she'd dropped and appeared to be leaving. A moment later, he was trotting the short distance to catch up with her down the hall. "If you prefer that I pretend to be wrong I could do that," he grabbed a couple of things from her to help her situation. "You just....look desperate for some help, a crutch, something."

**In Fair Verona** · 08-06-2006, 12:27 AM

OOC: Jericho, Peyton tommorow.

Dominick

Dominick's grin was brimming with confidence as he allowed himself to be pulled towards the gymnasium exit; a self-satisfied smirk etched on his face for those who took the time to notice. Though Dominick normally wouldn't have retreated farther than the outside hallway for a covert fuck; the evening's distraction had filled the entrance hall with an abundance of students who were reluctant to allow four pigs to ruin their homecoming dance. Thus, they stood their idly, waiting for some brave soul to retrieve said pigs so that the show may go on. Unfortunately, if there was anything that Dominick wasn't, it was patient, and he had no plans for waiting. If the outside hallway wouldn't work then just plain outside would have to do, and suddenly he was the one leading her this time, pushing past the building exit doors and finding the brisk night air refreshing in contrast to the crowded hall they had just emerged from. Leading her a little ways off he turned the corner and found himself against a wall, and pulling her along with him. However before their mouths could collide, thus kickstarting a chain of infidelities, he paused to almost incoherently mumble, "I'm Dominick, by the way." What? May as well exchange pleasantries. If the girl was anything near as good as she looked he may find himself wanting a repeat performance and asking for, "that blonde who was a good fuck," was far too vague in regards to the populace of Weston High. With his introduction now out of the way he pushed his lips up against hers whilst using his hands to change their position, placing her against the wall as he towered over her.

Breanna

Oh fantastic, Breanna thought, again being plagued by her own doubts and second thoughts. He's grinning. She'd come all this way; worn a dress - one that revealed cleavage, for goodness sake, worn sti-fucking-lettos, and all it took was for this guy to merely grin and suddenly all of her resolve was quickly vanishing. "Yeah, something like that." Breanna replied uncharacteristically timidly, scratching the back of her head. Well, actually, she hadn't planned to initially try her hand at full-out seduction. Maybe a little warm-up first? A practice session? A visual demonstration- no, no, that would just mean watching porn, and Breanna had too much dignity to ascertain such media for herself. Plus, everything on Austin's computer lacked a leading lady. She inhaled deeply, collecting her thoughts. Why not? Why not just give it all she had now? It was the only way she could fully learn, right? Putting on her best gameface, what she hoped was a sultry pout combined with a lightly furrowed brow, she learned forward, placing her hand on top of his, "So... what do you say we g-" Before the suggestion could even be finished, let alone in the appropriate tone and with accompanying body language, Breanna found herself interrupted by something fast, small, and smelly as it skirted under chair and in between her legs. Pig.

There was a pig in the building. Actually, not a pig, but pigs. Plural. As was evident by the pig running past the first one in the opposite direction. "What the f[/i]u[/i]ck," Breanna breathed, pushing herself up to a standing position, "And I was doing so good," Well, it was more probable that she was failing horrifically at her hand at seduction; however she preferred to kid herself. "Agh, come with me." Breanna directed in frustration, grabbing Lucas by the arm and pulling him towards the gym's backdoors which led to the girl's lockerroom. The girl's very much isolated, pig-free, lockerroom. Quickly steering him in and walking Lucas up against a row of lockers, Breanna hastily replied, "Oh, and I should probably let you know that I'm going to need a lot of work," Her statements were purely informative, however inadvertantly cast themselves in a different light; ridden with innuendo. "Which means that there is going to be a lot of sex in the future." And then there were the times when hidden meaning weren't necessary and the assertions blunt. Either way, any healthy boy would get turned on at the promise of sex.