Realistic or Modern 𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕟𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕣𝕤 𝕗𝕖𝕝𝕝 -- a powers rp (open!)

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Arturo | Troy

Arturo was having that paradoxical feeling when the day seemed to drag on forever while classes flew by in a blur. Since Halloween night, most of his attention was looking out for any clues that would help him understand what really happened at the party. He hadn't had enough time to keep up with social media, so he went with good old-fashioned high school gossip, which he didn’t really partake in. He couldn’t just walk up to strangers and ask them to tell him what they know. They were teenagers who’d probably tell him some kind of BS just to mess with him or/and make him leave them alone quicker—at least that’s what Troy told him— and Arto wasn’t exactly within the popular circle, despite helping, possibly, one-third of it from plummeting their GPA in the last two years. Instead, he relied on eavesdropping on the abundant whispers and murmurs regarding the Halloween party. But a lot of them sounded inconsistent, confusing, and vague. He couldn’t be sure if any of them had gone to the Halloween party.

At lunch, Arturo sat at a table, reading through local news articles on his phone, with his food tray barely touched in front of him. His food wasn’t particularly bad, but he wasn’t really feeling hungry. With a mouthful of a bite of his deli sandwich, Troy spotted a familiar face far across from their table. “Hey look, it’s Elliot. Y’know, that guy back in middle school?”

Yes, Arturo remembered Elliot Jones, just a regular guy who was one grade below him. He met Elliot during 8th grade, shortly after moving into town. They mostly hung out during school hours back then, but not so much nowadays. Elliot had been trying to hang out with a different crowd since entering high school. He rarely hanged out with Troy or Arturo, except for the past few tutor sessions from the latter in the previous year, but he still seemed like a good guy.

“I heard he was at the party,” Troy said. “Maybe he knows what happened there.” Then, despite Arturo hesitantly suggesting otherwise, he shamelessly hollered and waved for his hand to draw his attention. “Yo, Elli, get your buns over here!”

Nearly a dozen people nearby glanced around in confusion, either at Troy in mild annoyance for being a loud freshman or at Elliot’s general direction. His junior tech-nerd friend lowered his head, trying to appear somewhat discreet as he slightly smiled apologetically at them for his friend’s brash behavior.

TAGS: Elliot Winona
LOCATION: cafeteria (before current timeskip? i think. can't remember, too sleepy)

 

[Winona]

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Elliott

At the moment, he was enraptured in an easygoing conversation with a handful of new friends. A lazy smile was on his face and it felt like the events of the party were far gone. As if it had never ever happened and Elliott was almost back to feeling like a normal guy. And then, someone's voice calling him made him jump nearly ten feet into the air (obviously not really -- he only went back a couple centimeters). Elliott looked around, bewildered at who had called him by the age old nickname, when he saw Arturo and Troy. Yep. Definitely Troy.

"I'll be back." He said with a grin towards his newfound group before he stood up and made his way over to his old friends. Still his friends, it was just that Elliott maybe didn't hangout with them as much as he used to. And he totally meant to! He was just... oh, it was a lie. Elli was never that busy. He'd been neglecting this friendship and he couldn't help but feel a little like a dog with its tail between its legs as he made his way over to the boys.

"Hey, guys, what's up?" He asked as he slid into one of the chairs. He kept that grin on his face and tried his best not to let his inner guilt show. To be fair, Elliott probably should hangout with them more. Look what had happened when he hung out with Alex and the other cool guys, after all. The party had turned into a disaster! And his T-rex costume was destroyed.

 

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Arturo | Troy

Watching Eillot approach them, Troy greeted him with a cheeky grin. “Long time no see, old buddy,” he said. “Hey, don’t worry about not seeing either of us often these days. Things change, I get it. I’m not the type who’d hold something like that against you. I don’t hold a grudge, right, Arto?” Troy asked.

“I’m not gonna answer that,” said Arturo, ignored the freshman’s muttered reply (“I was joking…”), and turned to Elliot. “Sorry for calling you over here. So... how’ve you been, El? I hear Kash’s party was, uh, really something--”

“What the heck happened there, anyway? We know something crazy went down there,” Troy interjected, his mouth stuffed with fries, just before flinching from a sudden kick to his shin under the table. So much for subtly. Arturo hadn’t wanted to jump into the subject right away. He didn’t know how Elliot felt about the Halloween incident, whether or not it made him nervous talking about it openly to anyone. He was kind of worried that he might not get the right answers if Elliot felt pressured to talk.

“Anyway,” Arturo resumed, keeping the conversation mild. “What Troy meant was, we only know what happened from the outside—we were just passing by the house when it happened. We’re hoping if you know anything that happened inside the house, at least from you’re perspective. Almost everyone at school is talking about it, but no one hasn’t said anything that made sense yet.” Or more like willing to tell me, he left out. "But Troy and I believe you're, like, the most reliable guy we know of. Because you were actually there, right?"

TAGS: Elliot Winona
LOCATION: cafeteria (before current timeskip, I think)