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elytra

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: #1 The Lake Mead Stalker​

For any out-of-the-loop (hah) viewers: there are two groups with different people being run for this concept, and this is the second one, which is why there are two threads up.

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Current Date & Time: August 16th, 9:00 PM
Weather: Cloudy skies
Current Event: End-Of-Summer Party

Introduction

1983. "Every Breath You Take" by The Police has topped the charts, while Atari gaming systems have become all the rage in households across the US. The last Star Wars movie released a few months back as well, and people can't seem to stop talking about it. The moonwalk, despite existing earlier, has recently become popular through Michael Jackson, and excitement can be found in the success of the NASA STS-7 mission, making Sally Ride the first American woman to go to space. These are things that have captured the attention of the population of the United States and, despite everything, Boulder, Colorado is no different.

Boulder, to any outsider, would sound like an exciting place to live. Sitting atop the worlds second largest particle collider, something that has allowed for extreme advances in technology, it seems like an ideal place. Residents would likely disagree with this notion. At the best of times, Boulder could be like any other place, with its run-down theater and a sitting-right-at-average high school. The people that lived there were just going about their lives in the ways they would in any other town. About the most exciting thing to happen recently were the rumors surrounding a supposed monster lurking around the area, but such claims had been chalked up to the over-active imagination of children. So, it wasn't all that surprising that the teens of Boulder, sitting atop one of the great technological wonders of the world, decided to ignore it completely and throw a rager to get one more ounce of celebration in before the summer finally came to an end.

Tommy Clarence, as a last hurrah, set up a party at the unused nuclear testing site. An odd choice to party, but seeing as its far enough away from the houses that you can be as loud as you please, it might have been a wise choice. Everyone who's anyone is there, and even people who aren't anyone have stopped in. Red solo cups filled with punch have already been passed out; whether they're spiked or not remains a mystery. At the very least, people seem to be having a good time.
 
Jesse Antonsen
Location: Unused Nuclear Testing Site (Party)
Interactions: N/A; Open
Mentions: N/A

To say that Jesse was disturbed by the location of the party was an understatement.

Normal parties he could handle. His overall feelings on going to parties was neutral; he couldn't care less one way or another. They got a little loud and a little crowded, but he'd found so long as he was able to muster up a scowl, people who didn't know him tended to stay away from him. The strategy was excellent and had served him well, making parties bearable. The fact that most had free food and drink helped. So long as the party wasn't an absolute shitshow, he could handle being present.

This party was different. This party was held in the desert, at the unused nuclear testing site, which was the last place he'd really ever want to go. That was saying something; there were plenty of places he had no interest going to. This managed to top the list. The entire place was unsettling and uncomfortable, seeing as it was set up like a doll house town. The houses had things in them, furnished in a way that made him feel like any moment someone was going to pop out of no where and tell them to get off their property or something. It was unnatural for such a place to be as abandoned as it was.

The mannequins were probably the worst part. They populated the place, sitting out on porches or in the houses on the sofas and chairs. Some of them even were standing. It gave him a heart attack every time he turned a corner and saw one in a place he hadn't expected it to be. Their plastic faces and cheery expressions only made the ordeal worse. Why did they need faces? The whole point of them was to sit in a town and get blown to smithereens. Whoever designed this place, he decided, must have been a sadist. That was the only explanation he could think of.

He was away from the crowd at the moment. People were happily drinking whatever had been put in the solo cups passed around, and a boom box was playing some new hits that had been released over the summer. He wasn't interested in dancing or socializing currently, so he'd strayed away, instead deciding to investigate a particular set of mannequins that creeped him out. It was a family of three; a mother sat in a porch chair, while the father was standing and the son (if that's what it was; he couldn't tell) was sitting on the steps. Their faces had been worn down so the paint was chipping, and it only managed to make the visage they presented worse. He eyed them suspiciously, as if ready for them to jump to life. Then, with slight hesitation, he reached out, jabbing his finger against the chest of the father mannequin for no reason other than to just do it and make sure the thing wasn't alive, as absurd as it sounded.

This plan ended up backfiring, and he shrieked as it fell forwards on top of him, sending him stumbling backwards with it now in his arms. That was exactly where he didn't want it to be, and so as soon as he gained his composure, he shoved it off, letting it clatter back onto the porch. He scrunched up his nose, dusting himself off. They weren't alive, at least, but they still made his skin crawl.
 
Amber McDonnell

Amber cursed under her breath. Some idiot had screamed for no reason apparently, and she'd lost her footing where she was currently sat. The girl was laying prone on top of one of the larger roofs in Toy town, desperately sticking tape down to a large box and it's accompanying mess of cables. She slowly clambered her way back up to the box in question, having slid partially down the slanted surface when she was spooked. As if this place didn't have enough creepy garbage. She returned to the box, several dials on the front and a reasonably sized antenna sticking out of the top of it, turning it on. Satisfied with her work, she began heading back inside, following the cable she had laid out earlier.

Tommy had invited her to the party, but she had a strong suspicion he'd invited her because he knew she'd bring the 'Early Warning System'. It was just a police scanner with some headphones, but it's reliability meant that it was good for his parties. No need to worry about the cops when you know if they're coming before they even leave the station. It provided some security for herself at least, knowing that there was no chance of being caught. Or, a low chance. Plus, Tommy's parties were always story worthy in the morning.

Clambering back into the open window, she wiped her hands on one of the beds, leaving some sand and grime that had built up on her while she was on the roof on the pillow. Despite asking, no one seemed willing to actually help with any of the work to keep the party from being busted, Amber had half a mind to tune the thing into the nearest country radio station and just hitchhike back to Boulder. The party itself had taken over a cul de sac of the nuclear town, and the road seemed to be the main dance area. There were cars on almost every drive, some she recongised. Surely one of them would be heading back to town. She checked the headphones...good. Signal was clear. Now to head back down and look for someone she recognised.

Interactions: Open
Mentions: elytra elytra (Jesse)
 

"KiKi / Pixie"
The Motorhead




Location: At the nuclear test site. Near the van, around the side of a building.
Interactions - Ronni (NPC)
Mentions -

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"Babe... NiNi, c'mon... it's okay. Ain't nobody watching us...." one arm held her girlfriend's waist tight, pressing their hips together, the other hand gently pulled at her chin, "it's just a kiss..."

Ronni looked sideways, averting KiKi's smoldering gaze. She looked around suspiciously then sighed. A lower lip she bit then nodded. A humming sound of pleasure KiKi gave then pulled her in close. The kiss lasted a while and when done, KiKi squealed, "Giiiiiiiirl... been a while since you made me make that sound...!"

Both girls giggled then leaned into each other side by side. Ronni had no idea how to tell KiKi what she needed to but she promised herself that she would have at least this night to enjoy all that she could with KiKi. Then she would tell her. "Pixie... I'm gonna' go get some more pics for the yearbook, 'kay...?"

"Mmmmph...! You gonna go to the Snobberries aren't you... ¡Ay Miércoles! ¡Esas FRESAS, Ronni...! Babe, why? What they ever do for you...?" KiKi pulled at the hem of Ronni's poodle skirt as her eyes narrowed. Dark eyes glinted suspiciously.

"Babe...! Ain't nuttin' 'kay? Just pics! You know how it is..." Ronni adjusted KiKi's fedoara, then smoothed out the lapels of her leather jacket, "don't worry... I'll be back fo the 69er! I prometo you!"

KiKi pulled her in close and pressed their foreheads together. "Oooooookay... only because I love your Spanglish. It's teeeeerrible."

Both girls laughed as they embraced. KiKi called to Ronni as they began to depart from one another, "Ey and, NiNi careful that Lakey Stalker cabrón don't getcha...!"

Wooooooo-ooooo... scary...!" Ronni let out a hiccuping laugh. KiKi watched a while longer as Ronni traipsed away, pulling out her camera as she went. A sigh she gave, the exhale shuddering out from her mouth. She had no reason to suspect her of anything. Didn't she?
Veronica Epcott-Hernandez | "NiNi"
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FC: Natalie Noel



Location: In a crowd, wherever Tommy is social butterflying.
Interactions - Tommy gingerwayne gingerwayne
Mentions - Amber Arai Arai

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"Tooooommy!!" both hands she held to her face, cupping her mouth in an attempt to yell over Billy Idol rasping away on the speakers. Two sharp claps she then tossed in his direction.

This boy was something else. They called him anything from 'Party Animal' to 'Tom-baya,' but she knew him as 'Cheshire.' That smile and eagerness... and always up to something. Yes, this was her boy alright. And if he asked for more 'bite' for the punch bowl, then hey, she would provide. As soon as he would notice her, KiKi would flash that smile, wink and nod of hers in his direction. "As ordered Señor Cheshire... how do the French say it...? Voolah? Something like that? Si claro... anyways, boy, it is here for you...!"

As if it were some kind of expensive vintage wine, she presented the cheap tequila bottle to her bud. As soon as he took it, she would leap into his arms and hug him tight, breath reeking of more than just cigarettes, "Ey, Cheshire, man... you so the man! This is the rager to end them all! But hey, it's about 9? Time for the second toast, no? Just gonna round up some more of the crew then we'll have the 69er toast, 'kay? Be back. "

She pointed at him with the stupid double guns that she was starting to pick up from her little sister. Apparently it was the thing to do in Junior high, but whatever, she loved her sister and doing the cheezy salute made them both happy. As she sauntered on, she spotted Amber climbing down from the building and tossed the redhead an upward chinbob. KiKi liked her punky outfits (KiKi had nicknamed her "Checkers" yet never called Amber that to her face), but that girl was kind of lone wolf-ish in her ways. But hey, she was on the scanner and much respect for that.

Several other teens called her name and she waved at them, yelling back to gather soon for the 69er. On party days, the crew would have a toast at 6pm and then at 9pm. Yes, it was juvenile to call it 69er but it meant a lot more than just being silly. it was the date and time of when they lost a good friend during a street race crash. June 6th, 9:09pm was when they passed away. And that number hung from her brother Monito's rearview whenever he would race. And their friend's death deeply affected KiKi; that death was the reason she would never, ever drink and drive.

But as of now, the 69er toast was meant to say what you're thankful for at 6pm and then at 9pm who you hope is thankful for you. Normally it would descend into laughs and nonsense, but KiKi still regarded the toast as something special regardless of the estupida comments she and her buds might say.



Location: At the card table, near the pile of BMX bikes.
Interactions - Dee (NPC) | Keaton plague rats plague rats
Mentions - Jesse elytra elytra

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A hip thrust out and bumped into her bestie Dee's hip. He turned to face her, a bit of a scowl on his brown face; she made him spill his drink. But gentle and polite as always, he just smiled and pulled her in close. "¡Ay cochino! Dee! You all sweaty and stuff. Get offa me...!"

KiKi pinched his side then tossed his arm off of her bare shoulders. A low chuckle he gave, then he shrugged his own shoulders. "What you expect, 'Pix,' bmx-ing is hard work. Alright then, need me some 'Watch Out!' time then. Whaddya say? Girl, you game?"

"Mnnnnnnaaaw... gunna' wait till we do the 69er before I get another drink... toke with me...?"

"Naw... Actually... Hold up. Where your motorhead boy-kitty at? Ey yo, Keaton!!" Dee held up two cans in one hand and popped his switchblade in the other as he looked over at Keaton, a lone, cocksure eyebrow held up at his brow, a challenge smiling from his lips.

"¡Ey, Gatico! Dee challenging you to shotgun some beer. 5 bucks that my boy Dee gets both las chelas in before you. Says he don't like whacha been spittin' about Team Del Rios there!"

"Rev 'em up! Need to teach that boy something fierce....! Hahahahah!"

Should Keaton come on over, KiKi would put up her fists and pretend to spar with him. Obviously he would pummel her, but she was sure he would not hit her so she gave him two good shots on the shoulder. KiKi waas a strong girl, but she her punch techniques left much to be desired. Easily she gave up and just tossed her arms around him and talked some smack talk in his ear, "Ey, no shame to pass on the humiliation, vato. I mean, you my Gatico, but if you really gotta' be a pussy, it's okay, I still got your back no matter what they write about you on the girls' bathroom walls..."

The Latina would squeal at his response, smack his arm, but still take his hand and guide him over to the ¡Aguas! competition. As soon as they got to the card table, KiKi would reach into her pocket, grab her money clip and yank out a fiver. With a feigned glower in her eyes, she stared down Keaton as she slammed the green bill onto the table. And if Keaton took on the challenge, several hoots and hollers later and there was a small betting racket going on between competitors. When both were ready, they put the the boys face to face across from each other at the table. One can of beer to the left and one to the right of each contestant. Their knives were unopened and directly in front of each. Rules were simple; first to chug both beers without any backwash was the winner.

Slowly but surely all around began to chant; "Aguas... Aguas... Aguas..." Yes it did mean 'watch out!' thus the competition name, but it literally translated to 'Waters' which was how they were supposed to be able to drink their alcohol. Just like water. Hellraiser crew could thank Dee for the competition name. And speaking of the competition... The chant got louder and louder as they waited for the countdown. "¡Aguas! ¡Aguas! ¡AGUAS! ¡¡AGUAS!!"

"Three...! Two...! Oooooooooone... GO!!"

It should have been closer than how it played out. The crowd jeered and cheered as Dee made a lurching movement when almost done his second beer. Instantly, amber liquid and foam shot from his mouth and he doubled over gagging and coughing. KiKi smacked her forehead with her palm and groaned, yet a smile still pulled at the corner's of her mouth. She strut on over towards Dee and made an inward hissing sound as she patted and stroked his back until he stopped coughing. When he was okay, she smacked his tummy and wagged a finger in his nose in mock anger. He just shrugged and gave waved a hand at the winner. KiKi patted his shoulder then went to the collection and snatched up the pile of money. "Okay... okay... so you won...! Congrats, man. You Señor Aguas now. But you gotta get it if you want it..!"

KiKi shoved the bills into her bra and began to laugh heartily. Then she quickly regretted her decision and yanked the money from the 'treasure chest' in one hand, the other holding up her palm in surrender, "Just kidding! Just kidding! Boy, knowing you, putting money in with my chiquitas ain't gonna' stop you! Dirty, dirty alley cat...!"

Still laughing, she would then turn over the winnings. And begrudgingly she would join in chanting their name. Her dark eyes misted over as she stared at all of them here. Smiling faces, laughter, arms around each other; these were her friends. These were 'forever moments.' These were the reasons for being thankful-- "Ay! Everyone is here, we should do the 69er toast! Órale! Wait.. ey, where's Jesse?! Little pucker, where is that--"

The sound of crashing and yelling in the distance cut her words short. "Nevermind... I'll get him..."

Derrick Johns | "Dee"
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FC: Merlin Santana



Location: Wherever Jesse landed underneath the mannequin parts.
Interactions - Jesse elytra elytra
Mentions -

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"Yo... whacha doin' all loner like out here, boy...? she held out a hand to him, dark eyes soft and concerned, "ain't you wanna hang out with the rest of the Hellraiser crew? You okay, Stitches..."

If he took her hand she would pull him closer, but not pull him into an embrace; she did not know yet if her computer geek bud felt comfortable with her being so touchy-touchy. For once, KiKi actually thought before she acted. There was something about Jesse... Whether it be because he was so blunt or because he was so intelligent, she treated him with respect. Well, as much as possible. Yes, the girl would clap back at his arguments, but she would still hear him out. Some of the best advice she heard from him was because he was soooooo bloody honest. And as much as she wanted for him to 'investigate' her girlfriend's recent lack of affection for KiKi, right now, she just wanted him to come with her for the 69er toast.

"Boy, it's celebration time! ¡Fiesta! Look, we can't let Tommy's efforts go to waste! Come on back with me. We gonna do a toast. Ey, I don't want to hear the finer points of why 'social congregations are an inefficient use of time' or whatever the hell you say about it. Hahahahah... c'mon, Stitches... whaddya say...?"

She would pull at his arm and try to half drag him back to the others, but she would not force him if he did not want to go. Regardless of his decision, she would make a couple of clicking sounds out the corner of her mouth, "And it will only be soda or punch... promise...!"

A smile, wink and nod she gave him. The shine in her dark Spanish eyes said different of course.
 
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Location: Nuclear Testing Site
Interactions: Kiki BuggaBoo BuggaBoo
Mentions: N/A

This place was...creepy as hell. Seriously. Especially at night. Luckily, the sun hadn't quite gone down yet as Tommy plugged in the lights (via extension cord) to a surge protector plugged into an outlet that somehow still functioned. Weird. But useful! And the lights turned on perfectly, illuminating the streets and the houses along with the streetlights built into the place. It seemed fit for a party now, and it wouldn't be horrifying and pitch black when the party was going on. Success!

Then it was time for snacks and drinks, which were distributed throughout the kitchens of a few of the houses on the main road. He was sort of proud of that creativity. People could eat their snacks and get drinks without being pushed around by everyone trying to dance. Plus, the houses had bedrooms that were good makeout spots. If you pushed the mannequins out of bed. So maybe not.

Oh well. This place had other benefits to it. If you ignored the terrifying bits, it was far enough away, big, had privacy, and was interesting to explore. Honestly, Tommy had always been sort of curious about it. His dad always avoided questions about it whenever he asked, so that led him to start coming up here years ago. It was the perfect place for a party, but he just hadn't thought of having one here until now.

The sun set as Tommy continued to set up, and soon people began to arrive. He did what he did best. Talked, played music, drank some punch. Not long into the party, Tommy saw a familiar face in the crowd, and heard a familiar nickname. Okay. This one was going to top it. He was going to call her something that finally stuck. "Yoooo! Zippy!" Cuz she liked cars...Damn, that sucked. How was she so good at that? "Okay don't say anything about that. But thanks, man." He barely had time to grab it before she was hugging him and he could smell all the familiar scents on her. Figures.

"Oooh yeah good point. You go round 'em up and I'll get their attention. We gotta make summer last before it's over, right?" And then she disappeared into the crowd and Tommy was left with a bottle of tequila to go pour into the punch bowl in the nearby house.

There were people inside, not many, but those that were already had crowded around the cups and bowl. Tommy weaved through them, uncapping it and then pouring, to the sound of cheers. "Alright guys, let's kick it up a notch!"
 
Jesse Antonsen
Location: Unused Nuclear Testing Site (Party)
Interactions: Kiki ( BuggaBoo BuggaBoo )
Mentions: N/A

It was embarrassing that he'd been caught being attacked by a inanimate object, but he ended up taking the hand offered to him anyway. Kiki and him, all things considered, were nearly nothing alike. He looked like he was being swallowed by his sweater at nearly all times (though tonight he'd opted for just a short-sleeve button down to look a little less out of place) and was more often than not working on finishing as many books as he could get his hands on. Kiki, meanwhile, was the sort of person who lived fast and likely drove faster, more interested in cars than she seemed to be in learning. Yet, he got along with her fairly well. Tutoring didn't work out, and he'd bluntly told her at one point that tutoring was for people who went to class, but somehow she still spoke to him. Further, took him to parties and let him mill around with her friends and gave him a nickname, even if said nickname was because of his sweater at first.

It was nice to have someone who cared, was all. He didn't easily collect friends.

"I think I prefer alcohol if it helps me to ignore those things." He complained, eyeing the mannequin that had attacked him with suspicion "I swear to god, if they come alive, I'm going to lose it. This is just about the worst place to hold a party. I don't think the extra space is worth getting fucking haunted." He straightened himself out, fixing his glasses with his free hand, then let Kiki drag him along by the arm. He was confident things would be less creepy with a group. Maybe there'd be less mannequins around them, too.

The mannequins were, however, soon forgotten in favor of a different topic. He looked at her, seeming to assess her briefly, before stating in his very blunt manner "How's the girlfriend situation? She here tonight?" He was assuming she was, even if not around Kiki at the moment. He'd heard about the whole debacle, and he'd put together rather quickly that he was, at some point tonight, actually going to see in person how things were going. "I haven't exactly paid attention to who's here and who isn't, but I'm assuming she's around and, if not with you, I'm assuming the answer to the first question is 'not fantastic'."
 

"KiKi / Pixie"
The Motorhead



Location: Pulling Jesse away from the mannequin parts and back to the punch bowl.
Interactions - Jesse elytra elytra
Mentions - Tommy gingerwayne gingerwayne | Keaton plague rats plague rats

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"Holy cows moo, man!" KiKi released Jesse's arm, spun around to face him and threw up her hands in exasperation, "just one more person says how creepy this place is and that there is a Lakey Stalker out there out to eat kids... I swear I gunna get Dee's knife and stab out all the estupidos from their heads!"

An exaggerated inhale she took. An exasperated sigh she let out. One hand she reached out to rest upon his shoulder, the other waved around like she was conducting an orchestra, "Stitches, listen man, if those plastic people up and attacked you then you should get your head checked. It's not like we at a cemetery here...! Deeeeead bodies is worse, no? You just need to relax, 'kay? You stick close to KiKi and we will drink the Mr. Estupido out from your head. Then if you still feel all freaky, we gunna round up some vatos and get all Sherlock Homies up in this 'haunted-wooooo-oooooo-scary-facility.' I'm talking, me, you, Ronni, Dee, Gatico, Tommy n' the rest of the crew, Shaggy and that big dumb 'eee-heee-heee' Scooby Doo--¡¡Todas!! EVERYBODY!! We be kicking down doors of these white plastic people houses and exposing the lies. Ain't no reason to be all freaked-out! Just for you, boy--" KiKi cupped her hands around her mouth "--Ey yo!! Who gonna' take care of my boy heeeeeere?! Hellraiser Crew...?!"

"Do whacha' do...!" yelled back a proper response from a couple random members of the crew on some random rooftops.

KiKi tilted her head and cocked an eyebrow at Jesse, "Hmmn! You see? We gots you...!"

She bumped her hip against his and started walking again laughing softly neath her breath. Then came the questions out from Jesse's mouth she had been dreading. The questions about the girlfriend sitch...

"Uhhhhh yeah... about that. Welllll she went of to go "take some pictures" of some jockstrap Snobberries."

A scoffing noise she let out then spit on the ground beside her. From out of her jeans pocket she drew her zippo and from behind an ear she drew a cigarette. The familiar, clink-scrape-whoosh noise of the lighter igniting the cigarette and the satisfying sound of the metal snapping close sounded out. KiKi took a couple of drags then offered a hit to Jesse. "Ey, but careful with this, vato... they call this one a CoCo Puff... it's laced, boy. Don't say nuttin'. Ey, Stitches, no snitches riiiighht?"

A pleading look she shot him with her dark eyes. "But okay, Ronni been acting... sorta' iffy... buuuut... well, the way she kissed me tonight gots me all tickly-tingly with the kitty-lady that lives downstairs, kno'wha-I'm-sayin--" she took a drag off her cigarette and put up a hand for him to high five, a lewd look gracing her light brown face "--hahahah... yeah, so thinking things be going alright-alright tonight. So let's just leave it at 'we-will-still-see-if-it-is-not-fantastic' for now. But thanks for asking... no, I mean it, man... thank you, homie..."

And with that she pulled off one her black jelly bracelets and tried to slip it around his wrist. Then, regardless if he pulled away, she would still toss an arm around his shoulders and pull him in tight, "Ey so we doing the rest of the 69er toast. So Stitch, this time when you take a shot you needs to say: who you think is thankful for you... sooooo, I meeeeean..."

Double guns pointed at her cheezy grinning face and a double clicking sounded out from the corner of her mouth. Suddenly her eyes popped open wide, glinting bright like the devil, "Unless you think that plastic mannequin is thankful for you trying to poke your burrito into it-- ey man, KiKi don't judge, but just kinda' wish Ronni had been there to take the photo. Can't you just see it--" both her hands shot upward as if presenting a glitzy marquee, cigarette still between her index and middle finger "--Stitches in his first teenaged porno!! Nudeclear Explosions! Watch as Jesse "Tabasco" Antonsen shoots his hot sauce at the dangerous Mannekinks after they try to give him Warhead! See exclusive behind the scenes pics by Veronica Epcott-Hernandez in the yearbook!"

She smacked his arm and began to laugh hysterically, hat nearly falling from her head. And regardless if he pulled away, she would still loop an arm in his and pull him back toward Tommy and the others.



Location: Weaving through the crowd, where Tommy is social butterflying.
Interactions - Tommy gingerwayne gingerwayne | Jesse elytra elytra
Mentions - Amber Arai Arai

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"Toooooommy!!" eyes glassy and red-rimmed, she strut forward through the crowd. KiKi let go of Jesse and waved Tommy down, "our boy Stitches is gonna' need a drink! Actually let's get everyone a drink... it's 69er time...!"

And just before he could open his mouth a finger shot up and pointed directly at his nose: "Nuh-nuh-nuh-nuh-don't! What the hell you call me last time...? 'Zippie...?' No! it is 'Queen Markina' to you! Good day, sir!!"

KiKi held her feign angry face a while longer then began to chuckle as she turned away. She craned her neck to see where Ronni was in the crowd, but did not see her. A concerned look fell across her features momentarily, then she shook it off and once more the happy, shiny visage returned and she reached over to start handing out red plastic cups for the toast. There was a happy buzz in the crowd as they started to not-so-whisper what their toast was going to be. KiKi laughed and shook her head at the more perverted ones she heard. They were kind of clever after all.

"Ey yo, so Tommy..." dark eyes met his own, a little devil dancing therein. Her voice lowered so only he could hear her, "soooooo I was thinking that once we done the toast, we'd grab just a few of us and check out some of these houses. Like you know, cuz the Lakey Stalker and all that. Prove to Jesse that this place ain't... possessed or whatever people say. It'd be kinda' like a fun lil' haunted house tour, no? I gots some flashlights in the van... blankets too. Cuz I mean, Chesh, once we gets all the scares and laughs out. Ain't no better place than an abandoned test site to find a private room for each couple to gets all that 'tension' out, kno'wha-I'm-sayin...?"

A sly wink she shot at Tommy. Undoubtedly he had a whole line-up of teens here that wanted to see him without his shirt on amongst other things too. She held up a hand for him to high-five then lit another cigarette. This time without the powdery white goodness.

"Oh and so, after the toast..." KiKi sauntered over to where Jesse stood , "some of us just miiiiiiiighht take a little walk together. You game? I mean just check the place out for fun. You could even invite your redhead friend, y'know... uhhhh, pucker-doodle... y'know Chec--Amber! I meant: that chica Amber. She's smart and can prove that ain't no voodoo-bad-juju going on, right? And ey, Stitch, maybe I wasn't half-off when I said Ronni should bring her camera, man. Might need to take pics... just in case there really is a Stalker monster... wooooo-oooo scary!!"
 
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Kai was late to the party but what else was new. She tended to show up late most of the time to most things, but this time she had a good reason: she was trying to bring a bunch of liquor and other forms of inebriation on her brother's old motorcycle. Not the easiest of feats. She had fitted saddlebags to the bike, but glass bottles did not make the best passengers. She had to wrap them carefully in newspaper and tissue and whatever she could find lying around.

She pulled up a bit clumsily and looked around--no one really seemed to notice. A couple of people she didn't know looked toward her lazily and then looked away. She got off and set about gathering up the bottles of grain alcohol, her homemade moonshine--which was always a hit because it got you drunk as fuck--some other assorted liquor, and a few bags of things she didn't want most people knowing about that she stuffed into the pockets of her leather jacket and into her boot. She found an empty box on one of the porches nearby and put all of the bottles in it, then noticed people walking around with cups full of red liquid.

"Pu--" She grabbed a cup out of someone's hand and took a sip.

"Hey!"

"Punch?!"
Kai yelled.

"Wha..."

Grumbling, she opened the homemade grain alcohol and poured until the cup was about to overflow, then thrust it back at the kid, who looked bewildered as it spilled all over his hand. "That's better," Kai said.

He took a sip and coughed. His friends around him laughed. He smiled.

"Here, gimme your cups," Kai said, and the other few kids got a pour of really strong, biting liquor in their punch as well. "'At'll put some hair on your chest," she said.

Walking toward where most of the noise and people were, Kai stopped to light a cigarette near one of the dilapidated houses. This place worried her a bit. Not because of the freaky mannequin shit, but because it was a nuclear testing site. Surely they hadn't ever tested anything here, she thought, or she would be missing a limb or have grown a third eye by now, but the fact that they had wanted to make sure it looked like a real town, populated with real..ish...people--now that was fucked up.

Some real sick bastards must have made this place, she thought. I wonder if Pa...

Just then Kai saw Amber coming out of the house across the street, looking around. Kai took another drag and walked over toward her. Kai was glad to see Amber--for one thing she knew her friend was supposed to set up a scanner, and Kai was beginning to worry about the cops noticing all these kids heading to the same spot. She had a lot of shit on her and the last thing she needed was another run-in with Officer Fucking Twat. ...Also known as Officer Fran Twill. Kai was sure she had it out for her.

When she was within earshot, Kai said, "Hey, Amber," and the redhead turned to look toward her. Kai felt her heart skip a beat--she always got nervous around pretty girls--and mumbled "cut it the fuck out" to herself, hoping Amber wouldn't notice.

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Amber McDonnell

"Hey Amber,"

Turning, the redhead searched through the edge of the crowd for whoever was close enough to her to know her name. She was grateful to see a face she recognised - Kai had mentioned she was going to come to the party when they'd spoken earlier, and since Amber couldn't get a life, figured Kai would be peddling her wares that night. Judging by the bulky jacket that was implying Kai had put on weight, her suspicion was correct. Amber didn't mind helping her sell some bits and pieces, though had made it clear to her friend she would not be partaking. No need to find out what drunk or high Amber was like, especially in a place like this.

A thin smile escaped her face as Kai muttered something under her breath, couldn't tell what it was. There was a "fuck" in it though. "I was starting to think you weren't coming," Amber admitted. "But the scanner is all set. I've put it up on the roof," She pointed back to the house she'd came out of. "I'm glad you're here. This place is way too creepy for a party vibe," She lied, glancing quickly at the main party-goers dancing in the street. The mannequins, while creepy, weren't an issue. There was a little too many people going on in the centre, and Kiki had already dragged poor Jesse Antonsen into her whirlpool. Better Jesse than her. The sound of the Hellraiser chant was also a nice clear indicator of units of alcohol consumed. The less clear the chant, the more drunk it's members were. Maybe once everyone was a little less hyper and more tired she'd get involved. Maybe.

"You've got your salesman pockets on I see," she commented. "Any takers? All I've got is a bag with some loose wiring and this," she said, holding up a small motor. "Took out of one of the mannequins, it's to make them more realistic I guess?" She'd already found 1 or 2 with some motors for some basic movement, arm waving stuff like that. One of the poor mannequins now was continually spinning his arm in a windmill motion. The other motor was in her pocket for later use.

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Jace Asher
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Character Mentions: starkravingsane starkravingsane (Kai) Arai Arai (Amber) BuggaBoo BuggaBoo (Kiki)

Jace knew that his parents were watching him, as he slipped out of his bedroom's window. Judging on the silhouettes from their bedroom, which was still illuminated, he knew that they were watching. But Jace couldn't care. He was 15 for God's sake. He wasn't a baby-faced kid anymore. He didn't need their permission to do anything. Glancing up at the window one last time, Jace carefully began to walk towards the unused nuclear testing site.

Ah yes. Of course, Tommy Clarence was the genius behind this supposed killer party. Well, the school year was going to start soon and Tommy had a lot of pressure to throw a good party. Jace supposed that this party was a bitter reminder that summer was going to end. Jace was running out of time. He wasn't supposed to go to this party, but he had promised a few people that he was going to be there. Plus, there were probably going to be a couple of hot chicks. Maybe they'd look at him the same way they looked at their cigarettes shortly after Jace had sold them a handful...

It was always good to be fashionably late, Jace supposed. It meant that there maybe were other things that he could've been doing, but he had chose to go to this party instead.

There was a rather large crowd already. Fiddling with his watch under the dim cloudy night sky, Jace bit his lip. He was later than he had promised. There were a few favors he had promised and well, he was late. At least he had the goods? Reaching into his pockets, he found the four boxes of cigarettes he had earlier placed inside.

The place was lit up pretty well, but Jace found it somewhat disturbing that the mannequins were still there. Did Tommy find it frightening? Frowning, the boy cautiously walked into a house, searching for a familiar face. From afar, he watched Kai take a bottle of what was probably home-made alcohol, pouring it into the cups of a few awestruck teenagers. They were probably going to be juniors, like him. Ha. That was probably their first ever sip of an alcoholic beverage from the looks of it.

Jace saw Tommy in the distance and Kiki, who was smoking a cigarette. Kiki seemed like she was having the time of her life, chatting with everyone around her, even that nerd, Jesse. What was that guy doing at this party? He didn't seem like the party type of guy. He seemed like the guy who'd rat everyone out. The guy seemed a bit uncomfortable too. Jace reminded himself to keep an eye out on the guy.

Weaving through the crowd, the boy found his customer, one of the football guys. The guy seemed buzzed already. Jace got a few pats on the back, a handful of green bills and the stink of the guy's booze breath. Jace quickly walked away. He had never particularly enjoyed the smell.

The boy found a familiar red cup in his hand and was about to take a sip, when he stopped.

Focus Jace, Focus. You're here to make sure Tommy knows that you're here, find Amber, then leave. Maybe catch the gazes of a few girls too, but nothing else.

Jace put the cup back on the table and looked around for Tommy. Shoving a few people aside, Jace grinned at the other teenage boy.

"Hey Tommy! Gnarly party you got here, eh? Any chicks catch your eyes yet?" Jace said, greeting his pal with a friendly smile. Just a quick chit chat, then he'd find Amber. Where was Amber anyways? Looking at the crowd, he didn't see her. Oh well. Maybe meeting with her would have to wait...
 
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Kai - The Troublemaker
Kai was glad to see Amber. So far she hadn't seen anyone she really knew and she felt a little nervous walking into the party alone.

"Oh, these," Kai said, clearing her throat and trying to make her bulky pockets less noticeable, "They're not really for sale. Well, maybe if I find some idiots around I wouldn't say no to some extra cash, but no, this is all here to make sure everybody has a grand ol' time."

She flashed a lopsided grin, genuinely excited to give free drugs to people. She was hoping that tonight would turn really rowdy, just so long as no cops got involved.

Kai lifted her chin and nodded toward the roof. "Thanks for getting that thing working. How does it work; do you have to have the headphones on to hear it? Can we find some fool to sit and listen for us?"

Kai looked down the road and saw a lot more people. She could tell the Hellraiser Crew was there for sure, and she was anxious to get some of her noxious moonshine into that punch bowl and offer up some extra party favors to all who chose to partake. She got a particular kick out of watching people try things for the first time, or watching kids who rarely drank get rip-roaring drunk.

"So, are you feeling up to heading into the crowd?" Kai asked Amber, looking at her hopefully and then quickly looking down at the ground, the direct eye contact making her anxious. "I've got to get these supplies moving before I do anything else."


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Amber McDonnell

Amber rolled her eyes with a grin as Kai gestured to her pockets, saddle bags a-bulging. At the very least, watching some people make fools of themselves trying to show how much marijuana they could smoke was never dull. Last time, some guy had gone missing for like 2 hours and come back raving about how she'd seen the Lake Mead Stalker and spoken to it. Further investigation revealed she'd been making out with a statue outside of a restaurant on the main street of Boulder. How no one had been punished for it was a miracle.

"Thanks for getting that thing working. How does it work; do you have to have the headphones on to hear it?"

Amber shook her head, grateful that someone was acknowledging the work she'd put in. She'd get Tommy back later. "You don't, but the headphones make it a lot easier. The speakers on the radio were busted so I had to pull apart a radio and wire in a headphone jack. Only the left one works but it's enough to hear your good friend Officer Fran," she joked, well aware of Kai's history with the police officer.

"Can we find some fool to sit and listen for us?"
"Already done," she replied, gesturing back inside. One of Tommy's goons (Or Kiki's, it was tough to tell when they all mingled) had an ear pressed intently to the headphones, a red plastic cup in his hand and a cigarette in the other. If he screwed the party, it was on him. She set up the gear, she wasn't spending all night on watch. She looked down at the rest of the party in the road, the large group laughing and bumping into each other. Her skin crawled a little, and she shuffled on her feet. She knew she'd have to get involved at some point, and now was probably better than later, when people were even more handsy and unaware of personal space. She nodded an affirmation to Kai, gesturing for her to lead the way before following, let her take the lead. As long as they didn't stray too close into the centre, she'd be fine.

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Kai - The Troublemaker
"All right, let's do this," Kai said, a devious look on her face that suggested she was disturbingly excited to wreak some real havoc. With Amber following behind, Kai started off toward the center of the party and the punchbowl, her target. She couldn't see it, but the sounds of the Hellraiser Crew and the fuller red cups were her guide.

They passed mingling groups of teens here and there, first just nervous-seeming twos and threes, then more sociable groups getting larger and closer together. Listening intently, a couple of times Kai overheard conversations about the Lake Mead Stalker.

These idiots really believe in the damn thing, she thought. They're even scared of it.

Kai stopped quickly to lean into one of the conversations. "I saw it! It was a huge, hulking teddy bear tall as a house, swear ta god, with neon blue eyes that shoot death rays! I saw it kill a cat, just burn a hole right through it!" And then quickly moved on.

She looked back to make sure Amber was following and saw her expression. Kai shrugged and smiled. "Why not?"

As they approached the center of the party, where throngs of kids were dancing and shouting and roughhousing, Kai knew this was not Amber's scene. She stayed on the sidewalk and off the crowded street.

They reached a house that stood out like a sore thumb because of its crumbling and faded but still distinctly odd shade of pink paint. Kai quickly ran up the stairs and glanced inside the open door, but it was empty.

Coming back down the steps, she turned to Amber. "I was supposed to meet Tommy here, but that was..."--she looked down at her watch--"...Yeah, he's definitely gone. Well, I told Tommy I'd bring party supplies and I'd rather check with him first, but I guess I'll just hope I run into him or KiKi or someone on my way to fuck up some punch, or at least offer some side dishes," Kai said.

"You game? If you'd rather just hang out here, I can give you something to pass the time," she said, flashing that mischievous smile again, pleased with her joke.


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