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

[Ch3rryBlossom28]

Amelia Glass

Spoiler: Outfit

Amelia's weekend was pretty typical after the party. Sure her mind was reeling on why the heck she saw Cade at the party and why everyone's powers suddenly activated. She had made sure to speak to her 'boss' about what happened and why the hell she wasn't informed about it. Geeze the whole event almost blinded her. She learned something new about her powers that night. The brightness of their glow depended on their control and strength of the power. Granted everyone lost control that night but holy snap all the powers going off caused something in her sight to burn. The next day she had spent her time at the gym venting out her frustration. Even though she had gotten the accomplishment of figuring out who had what powers she still had nothing to give and it frustrated her,

The morning before school she put her hair up in a loose bun and put on light make-up. (just eye liner and mascara). Her outfit today was black skinny jeans with a black and white striped sleeveless turtle neck. She grabbed her Adidas jacket and backpack before heading out of her room. "Dad, I'm ready for school!" She called as she went down the stairs. "Coming sweetie!" He called back . She slipped on her sneakers before heading to the car. Amelia's thoughts wondered as she traveled to school. She nodded and spoke the minimal amount with her dad. Sure, she loved spending time with him, but she had more important things to worry about. She sighed, and wished that they would send some help. Or at least tell her if there were others that worked for them at her school.

When they pulled up she said good bye to her dad who responded with "Remember practice after school!" She smiled and nodded at him. "I'll see you tonight!" With that she closed the door and headed into the school.​

 

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ALAINA HANSEN

darkness manipulation

mood

"I'm just going to pretend like nothing happened."

location

home

tags

Aria ( Winona )

To say Friday's Halloween party had been a hot fucking mess would be an understatement. Lanie had nightmares when she slept and even dozed off a few times to only be woken up by nightmares. She had barely slept, and it showed by the time Monday morning rolled around. She got out of bed and nearly gave herself a heart attack when she saw her reflection. Thank god for concealer.

After showering and applying her face for the day, she brushed her hair and got dressed. It was one of those rare times that she didn't pay much attention to what she put on, though she did at least look in the mirror and make sure she matched. With a heavy sigh, she made her way downstairs, realizing that the home was still empty, like it had pretty much been all weekend. Cade hadn't made an appearance, and neither had Aria until late last night.

Where the hell was everyone? Reaching for an apple, she ran it under some water, though her eyes were looking out of the window. Her eyes glazed over and for a few moments she was just lost in her thoughts. Not even Ricky had come over or called, and she couldn't help but think it had something to do with the party. That made sense, right? Especially after everything that had happened...

Seeing smoke out of the corner of her eye, she grew alarmed and her head snapped down. The apple was still running under the water, but it was covered in thick, black smoke. She dropped the apple and jerked backwards into the counter behind her, shaking her hand as though it were on fire, when the truth was she felt nothing at all. "Fuck." She breathed, glancing around, thankful that no one else was there.

Closing her eyes, she took a few deep calming breaths. "Nothing happened. Nothing happened. Nothing happened." After repeating the mantra a few more times, she snatched her apple out of the sink and moved to the bottom of the stairs. "Aria! Are you coming or what?"

Spoiler: Current Outfit

coded by weldherwings.

 

[Winona]

Tags:
hery

code by @fudgecakez

Connor

He was still reeling from what had happened Friday night. Turns out that no amount of sleep or Googling weird, obscure shit could calm one's nerves.

Mi Young had shot fucking ice.

Sam had somehow knocked his ass out.

And throughout all of this and a weekend locked away in his room, one thought kept boiling back. One thought kept roiling through his mind, begging over and over to be noticed. That thought? Well, it was a simple one.

What. The. Fuck.

Connor hadn't realized until the party how much he relied on science to explain the unexplainable. He was a man that didn't believe in ghosts or fairies or witchcraft, but he was now inevitably stumped. His brain going over the events of Friday night again. And again. And again. Trying to piece together some easily explainable explanation. Something that would ease his exhausted, stressed mind.

The problem?

There was nothing to explain what he had seen and by time Monday morning rolled around, Connor was decidedly not prepared for what the day held. Or seeing Mi Young or any of his other friends. There was just... too much. Too many things that didn't have a simple explanation.

The walk to school was normally a time for Connor to clear his head. Sure, he could ride in the car with his stepsisters, but he had always politely declined the offer. Connor much preferred the quiet walk, thinking to himself -- although today it did less to calm him and more to just stress him out.

His steps picked up when he saw the front of the school and picked up even more when he saw Fletcher. A relieved sigh escaped him. At least Fletcher hadn't probably changed, although he did hear that Fletch had punched Alex. Stupid, but there was something about a simple fist to the face that really relaxed Connor these days. At least it wasn't fucking ice or shadows or whatever else he had witnessed but his brain had chosen to forget.

"Fletcher," he called, breaking into a short jog until he fell into line beside his friend. "Hey man, what's up? Didn't get a chance to see you at the party."

 

[hery]

Fletcher Hayes

No Powers

Fletcher turned around at the sound of his name, relieved to hear the voice of a friend. Since the party, Rory was the only mildly interesting person he had spent time with. "Hey." He winced at Connor's mention of the party, knowing his fistfight with Alex was on the minds of many of the students at their school. "That party was ass, man. Leave it to Kash to screw up a Halloween party."

He turned back around and strolled into the school with Connor, spotting Lex picking up his pace. Fletcher had made it abundantly clear that as soon as the two exited the car, Lex was to get as far away from him as possible. He wouldn't be caught dead going into school with someone like him. A good amount of the school hadn't even realized the two were related in any way. And that's just how the unkind teenage boy wanted it.

"So did anyone actually figure out what happened? I need to have a talk with whichever smartass thought it would be funny to drug me." He scowled just thinking about the whole thing. He felt ridiculous having been played by any of the slimy freaks from their school. "I'd bet anything Cade or Poppy did it."

He put his hands in his pockets. It wasn't as freezing as Friday, but it was still chilly. It was November now, after all. Thanksgiving break wasn't far off, meaning Fletcher could finally get out of this godforsaken town for just a week if he played his cards right. Months into the school year and the boy was still miserable after leaving all of his friends in his hometown to start fresh in his final year of high school. At least he had gotten to meet some people through football conditioning before school officially started. Some year this was turning out to be.

"Anything weird happen to you too?" he queried, admittedly more concerned about an explanation for what went down rather than for Connor's well-being. Fletcher had assumed the two had known each other long enough that Connor had gotten used to his selfish disregard for others. At the very least, he hadn't really called him out on it yet. He was dreading having to attend practice, wishing he could spent the rest of the week recovering from what happened. Something about whatever he ingested Friday kept nagging at his inner curiosity, willing him to seek it out. As horrid as his hallucinations were, he almost wanted to try it again.

school

bruh

da fit

Winona (Connor)

coded by natasha.

 

[Winona]

Tags:
apolla

code by @fudgecakez

Aria

The weekend had been nothing short of a disaster and there was no avoiding that.

She had stayed the night of the party at Rory's after Angie's rather rude words towards Alex about her staying there. Sure, she could've gone home and there was nothing that was stopping her, except the fact that heading home... it made her nervous and she wasn't sure why. Maybe it was because she was a little worried that Lanie or Cade had seen what had happened, and what if they didn't want her around knowing that she had some kind of weird light-y hands?

In the chaos, Aria hadn't even looked for them. But now, knowing that both Angie and Sam had powers... well, she was starting to question. Starting to wonder if there were more than just the three of them. There had to be, right? To cause that much damage to that house -- there had to be even more.

Anyway, so that's why she had stayed the weekend at Rory's -- and the first night with Alex which had been... weird, but not weird. Well. Look it was weird to share a bed with a guy, okay? Even if it was just to sleep.

Sunday night, Aria had rolled into the house and was surprised to see that Cade wasn't there. She had arrived home late so she figured maybe he was just running late or something. That made total sense, right? So she had tiptoed to her room and fallen asleep in the familiar sheets of her bed until her alarm went off for school the next morning.

She got ready quickly and didn't put much thought into her outfit or her hair -- Aria was too tired to care about that today. And she was in the process of leaving her room when she heard Lanie yelling up to her. Aria simply rolled her eyes before she headed down the stairs to her sister.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm here. Calm down." Aria grumbled as she grabbed her own apple off the counter. She glanced towards her sister before taking a bite of the fruit. "Where's Cade?" She asked, her voice a bit mumbled around the bite of apple.

 

[Winona]

Tags:
ditto

code by @fudgecakez

Elliott

Although he hadn't witnessed the worst of the party -- Zoe and Elliott had left right when things had started going badly -- he was still rather shaken up by the whole experience. Elliott was a timid kind of fellow -- the kind where it took a lot of coaxing to get him out of his shell and yeah, he had been trying his best to be better than that since he started high school, but there was still this little part of him that wanted to go back into that shell.

Yeah, Friday's party had just cemented that for him.

The rest of his weekend had been spent at home, hidden underneath his blankets while he tried to come up with reasons as to why everything had happened the way it had. He was just starting to feel better when school rolled around on Monday, and Elliott's usual, optimistic attitude was back as he headed up to the school.

His bright attitude only improved when he saw Sam. The other guy was nice enough and, since he hadn't seen Zoe, Alex, or any of his other close friends yet, he figured he might as well annoy the heck out of Sam. Err, not annoy, sorry. Bless with his presence.

"Hey, Sammy!" Elliott yelled as he hopped over to fall into step with the older boy, a bright grin on his face. "What's up? How was your weekend?"

Yeah, Elliott was struggling to try and keep the positive attitude but hey, the kid was doing his best.

"Crazy party, am I right?"

Okay, maybe not the right direction to go. Stupid Elliott.

 

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Sail Maeger
He goes by Sam, not incel

Location: School

Mood: Hey...there?

Interactions: Winona (Elliot)

Mentions: N/A

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Sam looked over at Elliot, frankly confused. "Hey, man," he said, forcing a confused smile. He held his backpack straps tighter. He didn't really know this guy all that well, in all honesty, beyond his first name and his reputation for being...exhuberant, but he wasn't going to take his chances that this was another dude who was going to pants him or somehow turn the conversation into one about the texts of his that had been circulating.

When the question of how his weekend went came, he felt himself grow pale, and he chuckled nervously. "It...well, it went, I guess. Y-Yeah, that party was crazy, wasn't it?" The way that he talked made it sound like he hadn't been there. "It was fun, yeah...seeing the girls and, uh, getting drunk. But I got knocked out."

Could he be any worse at talking? Also, did he not know that taking five sips of beer whilst gagging didn't equal getting drunk?

He cleared his throat and let out another nervous laugh. "Not because I got drunk-- a light fell on my head. I went to the hospital. They stalled my head." He snickered nervously, then cleared his throat. "Nevermind that. Uh...how did your weekend go?"

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[Winona]

Tags:
beeswaxie
Ch3rryBlossom28

code by @fudgecakez

Quinn

Whereas everyone else had had the joy of going to probably the coolest party for the entire school year, Quinn's parents had forbid her from going. No amount of complaining or begging could make them go against it and, as the aftermath rolled in through Twitter, Quinn understood why.

Something had gone down. Something to do with the powers, right? At least, that's what it seemed like to her. Had her parents kept her home to keep her safe so that her own powers wouldn't go haywire? She could only imagine what kind of chaos that would have added to everything already happening -- if random illusions started appearing, too.

God, she missed an opportunity.

The first thing she did upon arriving at school was to find herself a target. Someone that had been at the party so that she could start asking questions and drilling them -- and who better than her friend, Eve? If Twitter was any indicator, then Eve had definitely be at the party, so maybe she would know a little more and could give Quinn some information. What? She was curious.

Her steps took her through the halls until she came across Eve, a grin growing on her face.

"Oh, Eve." She called to her friend and walked over to her. "How are you?" Quinn asked, waiting impatiently for whatever the answer might be, before she was heading back into a barrage of questions. What? Quinn was impatient and she needed to know all the details of what had happened at the party.

Quinn looped her arm through Eve's and started walking with the other girl down the hallway. "So you were at the party on Friday night, right? What happened? Like my parents and I drove past the house and it's totally decimated. And you know what I think is weird? Kash isn't at school today and I haven't even seen him on Twitter since the party. Also--"

Before she could continue her mindless rambling, someone bumped into Quinn. She opened her mouth to probably go off on the girl when she saw that it was Mi Young, and she was looking... not like her normal self, let's just say.

"You look like hell." She said bluntly.

 

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CADE HANSEN

pain inducement

mood

nosy

location

home

interaction

Aria ( Winona )

Truthfully, Cade had been a bit pissed off since the party. He'd avoided going home simply because he wasn't sure he could face his sisters. No one had told him that pressing that god damned button would made shit go to hell like it did. Thankfully, both of his sisters had gotten out-- Cade made sure to check in on both of them. But what if they hadn't? What if something would have happened to either of them? Both?

And then running into Amelia on the way out. What the fuck kind of shit was that? He never saw her outside of their underground matches, and then suddenly she was at the party? Had he seen her around school before? He wasn't sure, considering he didn't go often. Everything was frustrating him, and by the time Monday morning rolled around, his knuckles were bruised and broken from punching things. Walls, his car (only once), the pavement.

Walking into the house as quietly as possible, he heard Lanie calling up to Aria, and then her response a few seconds later. They were both in the kitchen now, and he sighed, deciding to head that way. Just as Aria asked where he was, he rounded the corner, coming into view. "Right here." He went immediately into the fridge to find the orange juice, moving to pour himself a glass.

Turning around, he looked between both of his sisters. He knew they were both at the party, and they both looked exhausted. Aria didn't look like she gave a crap how she looked, and Lanie was trying too hard to cover it up. Did they know he was there? "I heard the party on friday was something else." He ventured, lifting the glass of OJ to his lips to take a sip. "What happened?"

coded by weldherwings.

 

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ALAINA HANSEN

darkness manipulation

mood

"I'm just going to pretend like nothing happened."

location

home

tags

Aria ( Winona )

Just as Lanie was about to call up to Aria again, the girl appeared, walking around Lanie to get an apple of her own. Lanie resisted the urge to roll her eyes, just turning around to face Aria as she asked where their brother was. Before Alaina could answer, however, a male voice from behind her spoke first, effectively scaring the hell out of her. "Jesus, Cade." Lanie snapped, turning so she could see them both.

And then he brought up the party. After grabbing some orange juice, he asked about it, and Lanie felt herself stiffen. Had he been there? She didn't see him, but that didn't mean he wasn't. A thousand thoughts were coursing through her mind at this point. Did he have powers? Did he truly not know anything? Was he just curious, or was he digging? She wanted to look at Aria, but forced herself not to.

"Nothing. Same old high school party." Lanie, who had decided to pretend like nothing happened, answered before Aria could. Then she shot her sister a pointed look, a don't-you-dare-disagree look. "Cade, are you going to school today?" Lanie asked, mostly to change the subject. She didn't expect him to say yes, but when he dropped a 'sure', she nearly toppled over. "Really?"

"Sure." He said again. "Why not?"

She eyed him for a moment, then sighed. "Well, come on then. Aria, you can ride with me or him, if you want." Grabbing her purse from the counter, she stalked out of the room and outside to her car, giving Aria a few minutes if she wanted to join her.

Spoiler: Current Outfit

coded by weldherwings.

 

[Winona]

Tags:
hery

code by @fudgecakez

Connor

"Nah, I don't think anyone has any idea." How could you have an idea when whatever happened was totally unexplainable? His thoughts still drifted back to the lights popping out... Mi Young's ice shooting across the ground and nearly tripping him... getting shot in the face with god knows what... And of course, Sam getting knocked the fuck out.

A power outage could explain the lights, but the music had kept playing and no other houses in the neighborhood has suffered the same fate. Maybe somehow had thrown something and that's what hit him in the face. And maybe Kash's house had weak lighting fixtures and somehow had forgotten to screw it back into place properly. See? He could explain all of that kind of.

Everything except the ice.

"I don't think anyone drugged you." Connor admitted -- because there had just been too much going on. Plus, what would anyone gain from drugging Fletcher? Sure, he was an ass, but Connor didn't think that Cade nor Poppy hated him enough to do something like drug him. Plus, well, yeah Connor had seen shit, too. Probably different shit than Fletcher had seeing as how nothing Connor had seen had inspired him to start punching people.

He was to tell Fletcher the extent of what he had seen, but he also couldn't just not say anything. Connor ran a hand through his hair, a deep breath exhaling from his lungs as he did so, before he broke down and told Fletcher what he had seen.

"Sam got knocked out and someone shot me in the face." He blurted out, although saying it aloud, Connor realized just how stupid it sounded.

Plus he was leaving out half of what happened.

Connor trusted Fletcher, but maybe he didn't trust him enough to share what he had seen happen to Mi Young.

 

[beeswaxie]

MOOD: Ready to get out of this place

OUTFIT: x

LOCATION: School

basics

MENTIONS: n/a


INT: open

tags

TL;DR Missed the party, seeing the aftermath

tl;dr

cara black

i'm so tired of this place.

Cara was rather glad she missed the party. The first reason she didn't go was that it was being held by her jackass of an ex, Kash. Even though the two of them were history, she couldn't bring herself to coming back to his house. He had cheated on her with Jessie after all, and Cara wouldn't be surprised if she went there dressed in her underwear. The second reason was that there was no way her parents would let her go. She was already failing chemistry and she couldn't afford to fail her other classes. She appreciated their care about her grades, but sometimes she felt as though they didn't realize that chemistry just wasn't useful for her. She had no idea what she wanted to do for her career, but science wasn't it.

During the party, Cara found herself checking Twitter to notice a large uproar of frenzied and scared tweets of party-goers. Supposedly Kash's house had collapsed? No, exploded in one way or another. A wicked snowstorm also made its way through, leaving many fellow students frozen and terrified. Some kids were accusing others of drugging each other and it amused Cara slightly. Kash deserved something like that to happen to him, and it was about time.

Soon Cara found herself on public transport, making her way to school. She couldn't wait to ask her fellow peers what the hell happened and figure out all the interesting details, but at the same time, she was dreading the whole school aspect. Learning was just not her thing and while she couldn't admit it to her parents, she didn't want to college. As she arrived, she watched as people flocked to their usual groups, all gossiping at the past events. Maybe Cara should've gone.

code by valen t.

 

[beeswaxie]

eve brooks

mood ugh

location school

tag quinn Winona

mentions fletcher hery , connor Winona

outfit x

Eve was surprised to find Quinn's arm looped into her own. Quinn was her friend in silence, the two were often quiet together, but it was a reassuring quiet. However this time Quinn was all questions about the party. "I'm... fine." Eve murmured, quirking her eyebrow at the blonde. As the two walked through the hall, Eve's eyes wandered and caught the sight of two familiar figures. Fletcher and Connor.

Eve could feel the irony laughing at her from afar; the two guys in the whole school who she managed to like happened to be friends. Of course, they did. Connor and Eve were good friends during middle school and of course, feelings arose. While in high school, those feelings died down, she knew they remained somewhere deep in her as she felt that all too familiar fluttering in her stomach. But instead of it being from the sight of Connor, she knew it was from Fletcher. As they passed by, she overheard a bit of their conversation and wrinkled her nose. Fletcher was still convinced he was drugged. Eve knew it was something else but she wasn't exactly going to stop him and be like "Hey, some of us have some freaky powers, wanna see?"

"Oh, y'know, just some freak stuff," Eve said rather vaguely. Since the weekend, she wanted to avoid the conversation of the party, as she noticed it tended to wake up her stormy emotions. She wasn't sure why it made her so upset-- maybe it was the embarrassment that she couldn't control whatever it was that happened to her. Or maybe it was the fact that something was definitely up with her and she wasn't the only one. Either way, she did not want to talk about it. "It's nothing too big, if you saw Twitter, you basically saw it all." She attempted to downplay it, hoping Quinn would take it.

coded by weldherwings.

 

[ditto]

michael kaiser reid.

the pleasure's all yours.

That Halloween party been the first party that Mike'd missed in town since...uh, tenth grade? Well, and if you counted the one where he stayed home because his sink exploded, you could say since January of his tenth grade year.

Trust him, he didn't miss it because he wanted to-- one of the damn neighborhood kids threw a football through his window and broke the glass out of it, and it had been a good eight hours of him trying to get a hold of his mom only to have her come home at three am with her dress on backwards, and then it took at least another hour to convince her that, no, he couldn't've stopped this from happening, and, no, he didn't tell the kid to give him his parents' number. This entailed him telling him mom that he would both pay to repair the window and be the one to talk to the landlord about it.

Thus, his Sunday was busy and unpleasant, too. His greedy, wide landlord had yelled in his face, and he'd just had to resist the urge to punch him like he had last time, because he didn't want to have another threat of charges on his hands.

Rather, he didn't want to have blood on his hands like he'd...dreamt(?) earlier when he was cleaning up the window glass.

Yeah, that was something that happened. Shit like that had been happening a couple of times every week for the past...what, month now? He'd just...suddenly have some kind of dream or something where he'd see something bad happening. And then he'd...pop out of it like it never even happened. The thing was that stuff that lined up with those weird dreams(?) happened in real life a few hours later, too.

Crazy.

He mostly forgot about them right after they happened, and then suddenly remembered before what they lined up with happened. It was...bizarre, but kinda cool. Made him feel like he had powers.

Anyway, all that went to say that he didn't exactly choose to ditch the party-- if you could even call it ditching. If that spiel didn't convince then, then ask yourself this: why in the hell would Michael Kaiser Reid, with his reputation, miss a Halloween party and, by proxy, a chance to flirt with pretty girls, raise hell, and get drunk?

Though...well, judging by the Twitter chaos, not much of that happened besides the raising hell, and not in the fun way. Something about a kid getting knocked out, snow, light, fire, and the host's house burning down. (Poor bastard. If his mom nearly killed him for not even breaking the window of his house, he could only imagine what that kid's parents did.)

Mike counted the money in his well-worn, brown wallet as he awaited the school bus. Five...ten...fifteen bucks in there. And only...seven, carry the five...around one-hundred-ninety-six bucks left to replace the window.

He looked back at the front window, which was covered crudely with a wood shipping pallet with grey duct tape crudely hatched over the gaps in-between the boards. What a sight for sore eyes, he scoffed, grinning a little bit at his internal joke.

When the bus huffed to a stop, he picked up his small, grey bag from the ground and slung it over the shoulder. He kept his eyes down as he got on the bus. He wouldn't say that he was embarrassed to get on, but...well, he was embarrassed to get on. He was one of the few seniors without a car, and it felt weird being in the back of the bus with ninth grade couples making out or...well, doing worse.

The bus ride was as long as ever, and he read back on the Twitter conversations about the party. He'd really missed some shit, but he was sure that he'd hear about it today.

When he got off of the bus, he spotted a familiar blonde head walking towards the school. Great. It was a girl that he was nearly-certain hadn't gone to the party either.

He approached her easily, falling in step with her as if they were already casual buddies. "Cara," he greeted casually, grinning. "Didn't get to see you in your costume this year. Lingerie is the new style, and I was looking forward to it, ya know. Any way that I could get you to show it off for me later? I'll let you see my Michelangelo's David costume, too."

This early in the morning, and Mike was already being...Mike. Typical.

mood: hitting on someone within a minute of appearing | location: at school | outfit: casual wear | interactions: beeswaxie (cara)

coded by weldherwings.

 

[beeswaxie]

MOOD: Ready to get out of this place

OUTFIT: x

LOCATION: School

basics

MENTIONS: n/a


INT: mike ditto

tags

TL;DR Missed the party, seeing the aftermath

tl;dr

cara black

i'm so tired of this place.

As soon as Mike brought up lingerie, Cara couldn't help but scoff and roll her eyes. "Mike, if you keep talking, soon you're going to see my fist in your face." She warned, not in the mood for useless flirting. "Besides, I didn't wear a Halloween costume. Just studied." She finished, sounding a tad bit annoyed. She couldn't help but feel as though she did miss out on the party. Maybe it would've gone better if it wasn't Kash's house.

"So how was the party?" She asked, deciding to continue the conversation idly. Mike was always at parties, she knew that. He'd occasionally stumble past her drunk, saying some rude slur about how she'd look better in his bed. Nothing new. "Heard it was really crazy this year." She added, curious if he knew what happened. As she waited for him to answer, the two ended up making their way into school, Cara immediately making her way to her locker. All she wanted was for this day to be over with. As Mike was answering, Cara went to shut her locker, slightly angry that she was at school, when it immediately slammed shut. All by itself. Cara frowned, glancing around to see if someone had done it super quickly.

"Did you see that?" She asked Mike, whose locker was next to hers, her brows furrowed. She could've sworn it shut by itself... but that wouldn't be possible would it? "It just slammed." Again, she glanced around. Maybe there was a breeze? Cara wasn't sure why she was waiting for Mike to grab his things. Maybe it was because they shared nearly the same schedule, or maybe she just didn't want to be lonely.

"That was weird." She mumbled to herself.

code by valen t.

 

[ditto]

michael kaiser reid.

the pleasure's all yours.

Mike laughed. "I'd like to know the same," he said, ignoring her threat, which he knew was idle. "I didn't go either. It's a long story that I don't want to bore you with." He paused. "If you want to hear it, then you're gonna have to give me something in return," he tease with a wink.

He followed her inside, and he opened his locker when he got to it, mumbling its code as he did, not really caring that she could hear. She'd heard it so much this year already that she probably could have committed it to memory by now.

He looked over at her when he heard the locker slam. "Yeah, I heard that...weird..." His confusion faded into a grin. "If you wanted my attention so badly, all you had to do is say my name, babe."

He shuffled around in his locker. "But yeah, I heard that some pretty weird shit went on at the party. Wish I didn't miss it. Something about 'something out of a comic book' or something, I dunno."

He pulled out his Chemistry textbook and slammed his locker shut. "Wish I coulda seen it. Had scared girls cling to my arm of something." He shot a grin at Cara. "But then I guess I'd need to grow another arm for them all to hold onto."

Mike clicked the lock into its place and woah, shit, he wasn't on the sidewalk before.

Was this another dream thing?

He was standing in front of the school, with its patchy lawn and big, old sign with the same "WELCOMING ALL NEW STUDENTS" on it as bad been there since the beginning of the year.

He looked around the area in confusion. What was he supposed to be seeing? All of the people walking?

He heard the sound of something loud colliding with something loud-- a jarring loud sound, and he turned to face it.

He blinked a few times, and he saw his locker again. He glanced around. "What was that about?" he mumbled.

That was a weird dream-thing. He saw no one get hurt or killed or...well, anything. It was quiet, and then there was...noise.

Weird.

He put his elbow on his locker and leaned up against it, confused. He thought about it for a minute. That house was the sound of something against pavement, so it wasn't a bomb. He doubted that it was someone just keeling over.

Whatever. These dreams were weird, anyway. Who knew what was up.

He looked over at Cara and slowly grinned. "Cara, want me to walk you to class? I'm sure that I can reserve a spot in my right arm just for you."

mood: kinda chatting | location: at school | outfit: casual wear | interactions: beeswaxie (cara)

coded by weldherwings.

 

[mogy]

atticus bailey

The smile on Atti's face playfully exchanged places with a frown as the boy pretended to be hurt when his friend had flipped him off.

"Don't," Atticus warned, but he wasn't an especially accurate example of a tough guy, so his suggestion probably didn't do much for Ricky. "Ouch. Stop!" The boy continued as the intense feeling of knuckles pressed against his scalp began. Sooner rather than later, Ricky stopped physically assaulting Atti and just laughed before saying something which related to Atti's earlier comment.

"That's true—the dude got some mad bitches back in his day..." Atticus agreed, nodding his head. "I guess that's where the line of resemblance stops for the two of you." The blonde boy smiled at his own comeback, or actually, his smile had been more of a smirk as he kept his eyes on the road, trying to get out of Ricky's driveway. One would think that he would've learned how to get out of the darn driveway after having to do so almost every day, but Atticus wasn't a particularly fast learner when it came to driving, cars, or anything that had anything to do with either of the two, especially in stressful conditions like having to bully Ricky or the other way around.

Where the drives to school were usually filled with Atti and Ricky fighting over what music to listen to, just roasting each other or plainly talking about whatever, this ride was a lot quieter, not taking into account the loud car sounds of either the engine, air conditioning, or maybe even both. Ricky was usually the guy with the interesting life, so Atti would just listen to what he had to say and maybe throw in a couple of half-assed sarcastic comments, but it was evident that Atti was gonna be the one having to start the conversation now.

"So, uh... I met this awkward dude at that party, you know before everything started going to shit. And now he is absolutely convinced that I have some kind of superpower." It might have seemed like it was a blunt sentence coming out of the blue, simply because it was, but Atti was bad at starting conversations about himself and his unexistent adventures so you would have to excuse him for being like this.

in a green used car duh

feeling silent

bbq sauce

fin (Ricky)

coded by natasha.

 

[hery]

Fletcher Hayes

No Powers

Fletcher sighed irritably, rolling his eyes. Of course no one had an explanation for what happened. No one at this school had half a brain to do a little bit of investigation. Clearly, there was an element of criminality to everything that went down at Kash's house. Nothing about this was natural. There wasn't a chance no one had any idea. Otherwise, who else would have spiked his drink? Or leaked poison gas... or something. "Yeah, I guess so."

"What, so you think I punched Alex just because I felt like it? Someone has it out for me, man." Fletcher shot back defensively, frustrated with how his fistfight had been perceived by their peers. For all he knew, their fight video was already floating around on the internet, just waiting to be used against him. He was really not looking forward to Angie's wrath after starting a fight with her little brother- and losing. It was humiliating knowing he couldn't even win a fight with a sophomore. All of his condescending remarks during football practice would no longer carry any weight. He was still convinced he was stronger than his younger teammate. Who really knows what would have happened if he wasn't feeling loopy... and if he hadn't been knocked to the side by Aria, whatever it was she had done. That girl is fucking weird. What kind of medical expertise did that girl have anyway? His black eye had vanished after whatever treatment she had given him. She didn't seem the resourceful type, at least to Fletcher.

It served Sam right to be knocked out. Someone had to shut the little prick up. He stifled a satisfied smirk, already coming up with sharp comments to make when he saw the boy next. He took a double take after Connor's revelation, his face clouded with concern. "What do you mean you got shot in the face!?" he exclaimed, raising his voice. He looked around, realizing some heads were turning. "What are you talking about? Your face looks fine," he inquired with a lowered voice. Did Aria perform some witchcraft on him too...?

school

whatchu talkin bout willis?

da fit

Winona (Connor)

coded by natasha.

 

[Winona]

Tags:
ditto

code by @fudgecakez

Elliott

Right. Maybe he had kind of forgotten just how awkward Sam was. But that was alright, because the other boy was still great! Even if his rendition of the party made it sound like he hadn't attended. Or ever attended a party in his entire life.

Look he wasn't trying to be mean! Just truthful.

"Right the girls looked... great?" Was that what you were supposed to say? All he could really remember was the one girl that looked as if she had just pulled some underwear out of her dresser and called it a day. Elliott was pretty sure he was going to hell after being subjected to that. And she had only been one of many girls that had been wearing skimpy outfits.

Morale of the story, Elliott couldn't agree with Sam on that one. Nope. The girls had not been great or good. But hey, fake it until you make it... or whatever, right?

And then he said that he had been... Wait, sorry, what? Knocked out?

Elliott looked at Sam and blinked once. Then twice. He was struggling to comprehend how someone's luck could be so bad that they would get themselves knocked out at a party and end up in the hospital -- and not from fun party things, but from light fixtures. "How did a light fall on your head?" He asked, totally missing Sam asking about his weekend.

His weekend which had been rather horrible.

 

[fin]

"i explode shit."

As silence loomed over the usually boisterous ride to school, Ricky assumed the tension would've gotten to Atticus... Perhaps a quiet ride to school (something that only happened once in a blue moon). But there it was, Atticus' voice cutting through his train of overreacting thoughts. While part of him would've wanted to continue staring, and thinking up hundreds of ways the day could unravel, the other part of him desperately wanted something or someone to snap him out of the trance. Thankfully, the brightness of Atticus, and ability to say just the right thing had prevailed.

From his leaning position towards the door, Ricky hauled his eyes off of the glass and moved himself further into the center of the seat. His eyes settled down on Atticus, and his messy blond hair... He looked no different than he would any other day, yet the words he spoke gave Ricky a completely different outlook on him.

"...convinced that I have some kind of superpower."

Was Atticus really just like him, and Alaina? He gulped far too audibly than he'd have liked. Why the fuck was he so scared all of a sudden? He'd been scared at the party with all the chaos around him, scared of Alaina being hurt, scared of his own powers being discovered, scared of telling Alex literally anything, scared of what Alaina's powers might mean, and now he was scared of talking to his childhood friend?

"Here goes nothing..." Ricky thought to himself, and took in a deep sigh before his response.

"Don't laugh cause I'll really beat you up, but I think super powers," Ricky leaned in, and for whatever reason his voice softened into a whisper, "Are real. I-I have them, and I'm not fucking playing, man. I swear if you laugh. I think they're real, and its been like that since the stars fucking fell. I'm not crazy, Atti." Ricky was staring dead at Atticus now, gritting his teeth as he anticipated Atticus' reaction.

mood anxious

location atticus' beater

tag(s) atticus, mogy

mention(s) not applicable

outfit xoxo

coded by weldherwings.

 

[beeswaxie]

MOOD: Ready to get out of this place

OUTFIT: x

LOCATION: School

basics

MENTIONS: n/a


INT: mike ditto

tags

TL;DR Missed the party, seeing the aftermath

tl;dr

cara black

i'm so tired of this place.

Cara immediately rolled her eyes at Mike's comments. She wasn't entirely sure why she tolerated him, nevermind hung around him. He was always annoying her with his flirtatious comments, never failing to make one every morning. She had to admit he was cute, but the flirting was just too much for her to actually take him seriously. "Mike, you're this close," She gestured with her hands. "To me breaking your right arm." Another empty threat, but she was wondering if maybe she should go through with it.

"Wait, hold on, you didn't go to the party?" She frowned, realizing that he had admitted such earlier. That was a complete shocker to her, as she viewed him essentially as an open book. "Did someone die in your family or something? You never miss parties." She asked, raising her eyebrows. "I think you not going to the party is much weirder than anything that happened. Apparently Kash drugged everyone or something." She shrugged, heading to their first class without waiting for him to follow. As she walked, he came right in step with her, as he would always do. He truly was predictable.

"Why would you want to go anyways? I doubt you'd get to do anything with the whole building collapsing or something." Cara knew he was going to comment something about her caring about him but to be frank she didn't care. She knew he knew that she wasn't like that and it was simply curiosity. The two had an interesting relationship in which he'd relentlessly flirt with her and she'd just give him idle threats. Cara wasn't sure if it made them friends or something, maybe just acquaintances at best maybe, but he was amusing in one way or another.

"I heard Jessie got her hair zapped off too." She commented, grinning as she remembered the tweet. It had been shuffled around the school and she couldn't help but feel as if Jessie deserved it. Made her look more like her personality anyways. Just speaking about said party made Cara incredibly glad she didn't go. She couldn't imagine getting hit on by drunk Mike, or getting her hair zapped off. It would've been miserable.

code by valen t.

 

[ditto]

MOOD:
Listen, dude...
LOCATION:
School
INTERACTIONS:
Winona (Elliot
MENTIONS:
N/A

sam maeger

Sam chuckled awkwardly, coughing into his hand as he wove his way past the groups of people standing in the entrance. Elliot had brushed off his question, and how he didn't exactly know what to say. "Uh, well...I don't exactly know...," he chuckled. "Some screws fell on the floor and then the fixture fell onto my head."

And then the screws stuck to me.

And then I found out that I had powers.

Tada. Surprise.

He looked at his feet, clutching his backpack straps and trying his best to keep this conversation going without getting awkward. (He seemed to be failing.) "I got some staples put in the back of my head. It was hurt pretty bad. And the light fixture shattered on the back of my head, too. No glass ended up in me, thankfully." He laughed. "Heh..."

He made his way towards the cafeteria, smiling awkwardly at Elliot. "Hey, uh, I'm getting breakfast, man..." Sure, he'd eaten at home, but he was still hungry. "Uh, you can come, if you want?"

In all honesty, Sam was just glad to have a guy higher in social rank talk to him without laughing at him. This was his best attempt at befriending a stranger.

code by ditto (head empty go bonk)​

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[ditto]

michael kaiser reid.

the pleasure's all yours.

Mike chuckled. "Don't worry, I don't need it. Got plenty of things to do to replace it." He grinned at her. "Rather, people."

She'd walked right into that one.

He studied the college banners on the wall, and he looked at Cara in surprise when she said something about people getting drugged. "They what now?" He laughed. "You trying to say that everyone was tripping and that's why all the stuff with the 'powers' came about?" He snickered. "Sounds fun as hell."

He fell into step behind her as she started to walk away. "Yeah, I didn't miss it 'cuz I wanted to, but no one died." He laughed. "Some little shit threw a football at his friend, missed, and ended up smashing in our front window. Spent all fuckin' evening just trying to get everything situated about that."

He listened to her speak a bit more, giving people grins as he passed them. "Well, I wanted to go because it's a party." He said it very matter-of-factly. He paused. "Why do you sound so worried about me? You really do love me, don't you?" He put his hands up behind his head, grinning at her. "Sorry, I'm not that kind of guy. It means a lot, though, babe."

Mike adjusted his backpack strap and made a small mmf sound when Cara said something about Jessie getting her hair zapped off. "Poor girl. I should really check up on her." He looked over at Cara, grinning. "Sorry. Shouldn't say that in front of you if I don't want you to get jealous."

He turned down the hall that their classroom was on. "So why didn't you go to the party, Cara Cat?" He turned into the class and went to his desk, which resided at the very back of the class and had the window and Cara as its neighbors.

He put his book in the desk and slung his bag over the back of his chair, then sat on top of the old, creaky thing with his legs spread wide and his elbows on his thighs. "I told you, so why don't you tell me? 's the least you could do. Otherwise, you'll owe me." He grinned.

mood: flirting too early in the morning | location: at school | outfit: casual wear | interactions: beeswaxie (cara)

coded by weldherwings.

 

[mogy]

atticus bailey

If you knew Atticus, you would know...

Actually, no. It didn't even matter in the slightest if you knew Atticus or not. Common sense was that when one mentioned something of an impossible nature in a merely satiric tone, that the latter comment (the one of the other person in the conversation) would also follow to be of sarcastic, ironic, or witty behavior, and definitely not one with a more serious tone.

Of course, if you were like Ricky (and I'm not talking about the hair grease), this surprisingly wouldn't be the case for you. Acting like those people who think Russians are inside phone companies or whatever the paranoia turned out to be for them, the black-haired boy reluctantly leaned towards Atticus and said something Atticus really didn't expect to hear. Apparently, Ricky was genuinely agreeing with Lex that superpowers exist and that he also had some twisty superpower because a couple of shooting stars appeared in the sky when he happened to look at it. This really could be my own personal hell? It could. That meatloaf was surprisingly undercooked last night. Maybe...it's all a simulation and nothing was ever even real and people saw me cry last night after watching Discovery Channel and seeing that little mouse get eaten. Oh God, that would be embarrassing.

Apart from his thoughts going absolutely Scrappy-Doo on him, the blonde boy kept a straight face as he slowed down and stopped the car entirely, parking it in one of the available spots.

A moment of intense silence covered the moment as Atticus looked at Ricky who appeared to be nothing but serious. However good of an actor the boy was, Atticus wasn't falling for any kind of prank, even if it was one perfectly acted out, hence, the laughter erupting from the boy.

"Yeah, okay, Clark Kent, you have superpowers because that makes sense how exactly? You wished for them and the stars listened?" He said through laughing, genuinely not being able to believe his friend.

in a green used car duh

feeling like that was a funny joke, ricky.

bbq sauce

fin (Ricky)

coded by natasha.

 

[beeswaxie]

MOOD: Ready to get out of this place

OUTFIT: x

LOCATION: School

basics

MENTIONS: n/a


INT: mike ditto

tags

TL;DR Missed the party, seeing the aftermath

tl;dr

cara black

i'm so tired of this place.

Cara found herself scoffing when her Mike mentioned being drugged sounded fun. Only he would find something like that a fun time. "Oh, I'm not worried, just curious. Really couldn't care less." She shot back, studying her nails a bit as they walked into the classroom. When Mike mentioned checking on Jessie, Cara's face couldn't help but twitch a little and she felt a pang.. of something. She wasn't jealous... no.. she just hated Jessie that much. That was it. Cara gave another roll of the eyes. He was relentless and limitless when it came to flirting and sometimes she wondered if it actually worked at all. "Okay, first of all, I don't owe you anything." She started, sitting her backpack on the desk that was next to Mike's. "And second of all, why do I need a reason for not going to a party? I mean how often do you see me at parties?" She asked, sliding onto the desk. "But to actually answer your question, I didn't want to go." She sighed, thinking back on it. If it were at anyone else's place, she would've jumped at the opportunity. She even had a whole costume planned but had to throw out the idea once she realized it was at Kash's.

"Plus my parents didn't want me to go.." She added, not wanting him to pry into why she wouldn't go. Parents were always a good excuse, and she found herself using them a lot. "Also," her face suddenly turned red, having just realized what he called her. "Don't call me Cara Cat. That's just weird." She shook her head, giving him a threatening look that probably didn't help her at all.

"Mike, does any of your flirting ever actually work? I mean, honestly, I'm surprised women don't run away from you every time you open your mouth." She asked, wondering honestly. "I'm not trying to be mean, but your flirting is kind of repulsive, and well, I've never seen you with a girlfriend." Cara knew he was going to take it out of context, but she was genuinely curious and wanted to know. She figured she was the only girl who tolerated him in this whole school.

code by valen t.