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Post by Chelsea Saughton on Mar 19, 2008 14:55:51 GMT -5
REL pushed her way through the crowds, occasionally grinding with the cute boy as she passed. It was time for an inspection of her work. The party'd only been going for about half an hour, and already everyone was having a great time, dancing, making out, swimming, eating, or drunk. But the question wasn't the fun everyone was having--no, not yet, rather, how many and WHO showed up.
As she made her way past Mandy in her prostitute costume, REL's eyes widened. She almost slithered to Roxy, who was alone and by herself.
"Roxy, what a pleasant surprise!" REL cried with much enthusiasm, grabbing the girl's attention and replacing the look of distress with that of horror muffled. "I'm so glad you could make it..."
Such unabashed politeness and kindness only worried the Smith girl more than she had been before.
"Where's Pea? Don't tell me he stood you up?" She practically had to shout over the loud pulse of the bass, so strong and forceful that it could manipulate the heartbeats of it's listeners. Roxy only looked about herself, witlessly. REL frowned. "Oh, I see," she faked such disappointment. "Tossing your date aside, Roxanne, your costume is simply breathtaking... The craftmanship is, of course, impeccable..." She leaned into the girl's ear. "But the blood and wounds make it a masterpiece."
Roxy hadn't noticed REL's costume until then, and was surprised when she did. She fully expected the girl to be some kind of prostitute angel or Charlie's Angel, if not just a generic preppy witch, but the sight of Wigglesworth all gothed out was shocking. She had on thick black eyeliner with almost flamelike accent lines on the edges, dark gray eyeshadow, false eyelashes with red streaks, her hair had extensions to make it longer and fuller as to be worn in fluffy gothic pigtails, and was black with red and dark grey streaks. She had on blackish-purple shiny lipcolor, darkly colored stick-em stones to accent her face, a studded black choker and a long chaine necklace, a gothic corsette, a short strapped skirt, torn fishnets, black biker boots with red and faded black stockings peeping out the top. She wore a fishnet arm-covering, tons of dark and chunky jewelry, fake piercings everywhere (including the eyebrows, ears, nose, and tongue), and black press-on nails with little crossbone-skull prints on them and gems. You could stare at her for a week and never gather that she was a prep. Roxy was speechless for the 1st couple of moments.
----------------------------------------------- Kay at first ran through the party like a kid in a candy store, and then found her home in a group of townies and broke out her glowsticks. She saw a rather OPEN area of the dance floor occupied by string-stickers, and especially noticed the skills of a familiar, tall, masculine figure. With bouncing breasts. Very very large, bouncing breasts.
There's that Seraph girl. The one that ran from the police with me, nearly killed Wigglesworth, and helped save Roxy and Peanut in that fight. She just keeps poppin up everywhere. Oh well, when the vibe calls.
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Simon nearly fell down on his face except for realizing that he'd ruin his Aquaberry--or worse, his face. He slumped down onto a park bench instead, and let out a long, exhausted sigh. Kim had been bugging him about his distaste for Halloween, his lack of costume, and to go to some party that that... that GIRL... THING was hosting. Simon had eventually tired of the enthusiastic Asian, who, let's face it, is just all out-and-out WEIRD, and had packed his things and began to leave, politely ending the conversation. A few paces later he had noticed the strange feeling that someone was following him. He had looked over his shoulder and noticed Kim. All attempts to persuade him to leave went in vain, and Sang-Ho just continued following after the prep, for some unknown reason, and never saying a word. Just giving him that smile. That ungodly, almost hare-lipped smile. Simon increased his stride to try to outwalk the boy.
He walked faster. Simon took a detour. He followed. Finally, in immense annoyance Simon began nearly jogging-- until he noticed the rythm of Kim's feet were speeding up faster than his own. He glanced over his shoulder to see Kim SPRINTING AFTER HIM LIKE A MADMAN, as if he was going to SPEAR the poor boy. Not sure WHAT Sang-Ho's motives were, nor really interested, the redhead let out a short, distressed whelp and began TRUCKING IT full speed ahead.
He had been running for the past half-hour. Sang-Ho was finally gone.
Safe, safe again... What are these creepy infectious leech's obsessions with trying to suck the life out of me? If it's not REL it's Gord, if not Gord it's that creepy Asian kid, and-- oh, wait. Logical fallacy.
It's never 'not' REL. He slid down in his bench and closed his eyes.
"Psst, Pedro, look!"
"What, Benji? I don't see anything!"
"No, not over THERE, THERE!" The tiny Tidus showed the pint-sized Kimahri where the red head lie, nearly asleep, on the bench. "This is the perfect opportunity! We can completely make him pee himself, I'll bet. It'll be hilarious!"
"...I'm not sure I understand the comedy in making someone wet themself, Benji," Pedro pondered. Benji quickly shut him up.
"OHHH, NO, Ben-Ben, you're not pranking anybody! Do you know who that is?"
The wheat-haired boy cringed at the voice. "No. Do I care?"
"You WILL! That's Simon Gibbs, he came in shortly before Robbie, and, well, he DIDN'T make me wait in my new dress." Robbie rolled his visible eye from behind his mask. "And I like him so YOU'RE not going to scare him!" The heiress spoke with considerable resolve to her voice, which at her age could only be called "bossy."
Benji only faked momentary defeat. "All in favor of scaring the bahoogie out of that guy over there say "aye"!" A resounding 'aye' could be heard whispered by the other Guardians and Summoner, and Robbie stood rather appathetically at the children's foolish little games.
"HEY!" Darcy stamped her feet. "THIS IS NOT A DEMOCRACY!"
"You're right," Benji replied thoughtfully. "It's a Monarchy, and you ARE the princess, m'lady." The others groaned dissapointed.
"I TOLD you princesses were a better theme." She stuck her tongue out.
"And we are but your humble peasants..." Benji looked away, as if to symbolize Darcy's superiority. "And what is it that peasants do best in a Monarchy, Princess Harrington?"
Darcy's inflated ego was about to explode when Benji pulled out the pin and popped her bubble for her. "WE REBEL! FRENCH REVOLUTION!!"
"oooh," Gloria exclaimed to herself as the others ran away, leaving Darcy by her lonesome. She was the only one, besides Benji, who knew exactly how the French Revolution ended. Robbie shook his head and walked slowly and boredly after the children until he was right by the bench. Darcy fumed. She steamed. She cracked and finally screamed, letting out a long, shrill, glass-shattering bloody-murder shriek that shook Simon from his half-conscious state.
And so he saw a demented smileyface mask, dilapidated and falling apart over his head. What face he COULD see behind the mask didn't look very friendly either.
-------------------------------- "It's so cramped down here!"
"Hey, at least there's still good food."
"When's Seraph going to come down?"
"Should we do Rolecall?"
"Are you SURE this is a good idea?"
"LADIES," called out a slender, pale teen girl with long, extremely curly strawberry red hair. Her costume was goth themed, as were the other girls in the basement, but hers was more pink and zombie schoolgirl fetish than heavy metal rockstar. "Quiet down, I can't hear myself speak. We're going to chill down here until eleven. Then Seraph will give us the signal from outside. Has everyone brought their swimsuits?"
All the girls nodded, almost silently lifting up whatever style of swimsuit they owned. The redhead smiled. "The only thing about rival schools that everyone else only WISHES they had," she thought out loud.
"The Bayonettes," could be heard from the rest n unison as a reply.
"High time to crash a party."
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Post by Chelsea Saughton on Mar 19, 2008 14:56:44 GMT -5
"Dee, I think you should stop. Seriously. You look half-dead."
"Nonsense!" The black-haired girl slammed her glass onto the table. She and Parker had spent the last 20 minutes drinking. Being the lightweight she was, Dee had already been completely drunk. Parker had pleaded her to stop before it got too bad, but it was too late already. She finished gulping down the rest of her drink, dropped the cup on the table, and collapsed in her seat with her head on the counter top.
"Parker! What happened to her?" Roxy, who had been searching the mansion for Peanut, happened to stumble upon the drinking couple.
"I didn't do anything, I swear! She had too many drinks, I guess."
"You guys aren't even 21 yet..."
"..." He opened his mouth, but no words came out. No excuses came to mind. "Yeah, I need to get Dee onto a couch or something. By the way, shouldn't you be with Larry or something?"
"Roxy! Where've ya' been?" Kay stepped out of the dancing mob and walked towards the mini bar, still waving her glowsticks to the beat of the music.
"Looking for Peanut," Roxy said, staring at the ground.
"Don't worry, you're bound to run into him sooner or later." She patted Roxy on the back and spotted Dee, passed out on the counter. "Whoa. What happened to her?"
Parker shrugged.
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Meanwhile, Peanut had been searching the crowd of dancing teens for Roxy. He shouted out her name a few times, but his voice was drowned out by all the music and shouting.
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Post by Chelsea Saughton on Mar 19, 2008 14:57:04 GMT -5
Kay had almost forgotten that it was halloween. Had it not been for the costumes and decorations, it would just have been an extra jumping rave. Somehow, though, the atmosphere was different. It was more solid. Kay though feverishly that maybe there were no E's flying round. She had denied herself one of those little white super candies for so long... Maybe she should cut loose... NO. oxy was here, she would hate Kay for it. Unless... Kay began to bounce as the bass of that particular song kicked in. Glowsticks above her head, waving in a trailess manner. The trails came with the trip... No E for her today...
She saw Hopkins approach her. She smiled. He had not recognised her in her mask of burns. He ave her a casanova smile and a wink. He took his hand and placed it on her hip, pulling her close. Kay knew he'd never know who she was.
Tch... such a womaniser.
Grinding was such an intimate thing, but thrown around so casually, it became more like the dance it's self that an act of courtship. The strobes an lasers threatened to let him see her eyes, but gave mercy as they flashed off, before coming on again to tease.
Kay saw him lean up a bit, she was a fair bit taller than him. wait- he wold remeber the exact hieght difference - after all, they had been in this position before, onl the identities were true. Her heart stopped. She pulled away from him and danced her way through the crowd. She almost walked into Seraph, who looked very good. She had caught a glimpse of REL too, she looked great- she's never admit hat though. Give Wigglesworth the satisfaction of know Kay thought she was hot? Never ever.
Seraph smiled at her, Kay grinned back. She'd obviously know who she was. Serpah looked like she was waiting for something. Hmmm maybe this girl would provide some extra entertainment.
As Kay made her way more towards where the pool as outside, she noticed that the music never got any quieter. Wiggelsworth obviously had speakers outside the house. What class.
The pool was glowing with the underwater lighting an people dancing in the water. A large table of food was beside the water. Kay made a beeline for it, seeing the large punch bowl and a bottle of what looked lik vodka. She picked up a glass. Wigglesworth had set it out so that you could mix your own drinks. Kay sniffed each and every ingerdient carefully, her experianced nose making sure no rohypnol ha been planted. That was the last thing she wanted here. To take a date rape drug and end up soaking on the floor, an embarassment to herself and her freinds. She gingerly tasted her drinks.
Mmmmm... She eyed up Pinky, who was again, dressed like a princess, but that low-cut dress was too inviting not to look at. She spent a while perving on Pinky before turning and going back into the heated, stuffy, but high house where she continued to dance, while the clock's hands went round as if they were on speed, to fast to obey the laws of time, eager to kiss the first stroke of eleven. With each tick, Seraph's smile grew more mischevious.
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Post by Chelsea Saughton on Mar 19, 2008 14:57:20 GMT -5
"Huh." Benji poked at the now comatose Simon with his sword, clicking his tongue judgmentally as he did so. Karen, dressed as the ever perky Rikku, played her part by jabbing the poor Prep in the sides with her claws. "Is he dead?" she asked curiously, noting that his chest was moving up and down...but just barely. "I've heard of people getting scared to death, but really...this is just pathetic. Our costumes are more cool than scary." Summoner Gloria snorted, and pointed an accusing finger at Robbie. "If the boy had a heart condition, it may very well be possible to send him into cardiac arrest with a scare. But it was Robbie's costume that scared him, not ours!" Robbie just rolled his eyes. As long as the guy wasn't actually dead, who cared? "I TOLD YOU NOT TO SCARE HIM!" Darcy howled, nearly pulling out her perfect mocha-colored hair from the roots. "If my brother finds out we killed Simon Gibbs, life as I know it will be over! My allowance will be reduced to a mere five hundred a week if he dies!" "The tragedy of it all," Benji said dryly, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "Wouldn't want you to eat substandard caviar instead of the real thing, now would we?" Darcy's mood suddenly changed like quicksliver; her entire demeanor suddenly became cheerful and sweet, all due to her mistaking Benji's sarcasm for compassion. Giggling, she rested her head on Benji's shoulder (completely missing his annoyed look), and said in a cheery tone, "Oh, Ben-Ben! I knew you'd understand me! That's why I chose you to be MINE!" She stuck her tongue out at Karen as she said this, and it was all the mini-Rikku could do to NOT kill the princess with her claws. "Can we get back to the matter at hand?" Gloria said loudly, interrupting the fight that was just aabout to erupt. "I know that none of you really care, but we really should do SOMETHING about Simon." She gestured to the still not moving redhead, who was currently being poked and prodded relentlessly by Pedro and Sheldon, dressed in their Chocobo and Kimari outfits respectively. "Wow," Sheldon exclaimed, lifting Simon's arm in the air and letting it flop lifelessly back onto the ground. "He's like a human rag doll now." "His skin is so SOFT!" Pedro observed, feeling Simon's cheek with a feathery hand. "I wonder what kind of moisturizer he uses?" "Stop touching him, you brats," Robbie snapped, not enjoying their probing of his fellow Prep in the least. "You're creeping him--and ME--out." "No, we're not," Sheldon protested. "Yes, you are. Look at his face! Do you not see that look of horror that is so clearly frozen on his features?!" Darcy blinked, before she slapped a silk-gloved hand to her head. "You moron! That's how Simon always looks!" "..." Benji coughed, before he took the less-than-pleased Robbie by the arm and led the group towards the park exit. "Well, no use in wasting time! We still have a few more areas to collect treats from! Come on!" "Huh? Wait a minute!" Gloria ran in front of Benji and spread her arms wide open, effectively blocking his path. "We can't just leave Simon here! What is he gets robbed, beaten, or murdered?!" Benji shrugged. "Serves him right for being by himself on Halloween night. What the heck did he expect, that people WEREN'T going toscare the shit out of him? Pedro, Karen, Robbie? You guys coming?" He tried to walk around the Summoner, only to get blocked again as she grabbed him by the arm. "Benjamin!" Gloria said firmly. "We have to get him some help! He still hasn't woken up yet, and I am beginning to get alarmed at his state!" "Me too, Benji," Pedro agreed. "This isn't funny anymore..." Darcy looked particularly furious. "You'd better help him, Ben-Ben, or I'll never speak to you again!" Silence. And that would be bad...why? However, Karen seemed to read his mind, for she also said, "If you do nothing, then I won't speak to you anymore either." That...really...hurt. "But..." Benji tugged at his arm helplessly, and looked to Robbie for help. Unfortunately, the Australian Prep only mouthed to him silently, "No real danger here," and thus Benji was left on his own. Robbie, you jerk! YOU JERK JERK JERK JERK! "Fine!" Benji yelled frustratingly. "Fine! We'll get him to one of the houses here. We'll drop him off inside, grab a handful of candy, and then continue with the candy scouting!" "HOORAY!" --------------------- The large bouncer stared at the group before him in disbelief. In front of him, there was a large group of what appeared to be fantastically dressed children. Many of them appeared to be dressed as Final Fantasy characters, but one was dressed as a princess, and one wasn't a child at all. In fact, this person looked very TALL, and very MURDEROUS. And this murderous, smiley-faced person appeared to be holding a dead redhead on his back... Oy. "Youze ain't on the list," the bouncer said immediately. "Miss Wigglesworth would'a told me about kids being invited to her party...and this party is NO KIDS ALLOWED." At this the group--minus the apathetic Robbie--looked devastated. They wanted to get in the party! They wanted to help Simon, of course, but...they wanted to party! Suddenly, Benji brandished his sword until it was just touching the bouncer's nose. "How DARE you!" Benji cried, his voice suddenly three times deeper than before. "Comparing us with children! We may be small, but we are not children!" "We're not?" Pedro whispered in confusion. Gloria hushed him. "We are specially trained midgets from Popolohumolous," Benji went on, "and Miss Wigglesworth has hired us to perform in her party! I spit at the disrespect you are showing me and my companions. SPIT, I say!" Then, Benji turned to the side and spat forcefully onto the concrete pavement. "EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEW!" Darcy shrieked. "Ben-Ben, that's disgusting!" The bouncer raised a brow at Darcy, but he still shook his head. "Youze kids ain't midgets. Your lips are too full. And they--" the bouncer pointed to Robbie and the comatose Simon "--ain't no midget." "They're our bodyguards," Benji said quickly. "And it's called Botox injections, smartass. Looking like children boosts our popularity. But check your so-called list if you don't agree! I swear, you will find us there!" The bouncer sighed, and looked over his chart. Then, his eyes widened.
On the fortieth line of the guest-list, besides all the Bullworth kids, was a sentence that read: Allowed: Midget performers dressed as Final Fantasy Characters. A man named Alymer will be playing Tidus. "Oh, sweet mother of...I'm so sorry, Mr. Alymer!" The bouncer moved aside, and ushered the kids, Robbie, and the semi-dead Simon inside. "I didn't know! Please don't tell Miss Wigglesworth!" Benji blinked, hardly daring to believe that his plan actually worked. "N-no problem?"
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Post by Chelsea Saughton on Mar 19, 2008 14:57:44 GMT -5
Benji and co walked into the party. Robbie looked completely apathetic to the Americans' obnoxious behavior and obsession with making idiots out of themselves, Simon looked... well, dead, and the pint sized-warriors and princess looked absolutely enthralled. Benji began to move bravely forward, but a Tall, somewhat sweaty goth chick with glowsticks in her belt stopped them halfway through the crowd. She was dumping a water bottle on her head.
"Whoa, dudes. I can't believe the bouncer let YOU through! I swear the one year I don't have to stand outside the whole party--"
"But we're on the list!"
"Yes, YOU are, I know, I'M the one who hired you behind REL's back, but those guys... Oh snap." She had been pointing at Darcy in her obviously 10-year-old princess costume when she'd lifted her head to see Robbie and Simon. Robbie she failed to recognize, but would now forever remember for the look of boredom and annoyance on his face, and Simon...
Dear sweet jeesus, she RECOGNIZED HIM.
"Oh dear gawd, what happened to HIM!?"
"I believe he may have fallen unconscious by the sight of Valen's costume, though what level of stress he had already experienced prior the mishap is unknow--"
"Ok, ok. You're obviously not midgets, or you wouldn't be bringing that stupid Simon boy with you."
Benji cringed mentally. "I don't know what you're talking about, we found him on the side of the--"
"Hey-- I know you, you're that boy who tried to stop me from skinning REL alive last month!"
"Oh crud." He'd recognized the Amazon himself, but was hoping his costume would have sufficed in disguising him from her. By now, Darcy was practically throwing a temper tantrum, reminding Seraph why she hated little girls.
"Here's the deal. The actors weren't supposed to show up until 9:30. You guys are missing a Seymour and a Lulu. And the actors were just performers, the cosyumes belonged to us. So I'll give you a Seymour costume and let you in the party if you go disappear to the basement for about half an hour." Silence among the techno beat. "And trust me, there's atleast 25 bags of candy down there. The good stuff. Just act cute and you'll get whatever you want," Seraph said, ushering the children downstairs. "And ask for a Seymour costume when you get there!"
The children were gone, but Robbie and Simon still remained. Robbie almost followed them, but Seraph stopped him. "Uh-uh. C'mon I KNOW you do not want to spend your Halloween chaperroning some little brats. Now, let's hurry up and get this kid into safety before REL sees hi--"
"Seraph! Who is that?!" The gothic prep stood feet behind Serah, who's back was nearly blocking the sight of Robbie. Seraph cringed. "I simply MUST know-- the kind of people I have here tonight will determine the ultimate success of my party-- minus what goes on afterhours."
-------------------------------- Benji stared about, his jaw dropped. at least 20 scantily dressed young ladies-- several of them akin to Ms. Philip's beauty and not one of them lacking the knowledge of the upkeeping of beauty, were surrounding the children. Almost all of them were saying "awww," and, "How sweet," and "ooh! Let's get out the candy!"
One in particular was looming over Benji, playing with his costume. All he could see was pink and black fabric, curly strawberry blonde hair, and cleavage.
Darcy was NOT happy, but she couldn't seem to get past her contenders, the few and more motherly type girls in the room, who sought it out to try to end her temper tantrum.
"They're so adorable-- and the craftmanship of their costumes is really impressing--he looks just like a baby Tidus," The curly hair'd lass stated.
"Oh, umm..." Think Benji, what's the best thing to do? Ask for a Seymour costume, or be NICE o Darcy and ask for a Lulu costume.
Oh dear, Darcy? Lulu? I could never dishonor your name in such a fiendish way, Black mage.
"Do you have a Seymopur costume for our mismatching friend," He asked, in an attempt to keep Darcy from hearing him. The girls looked at each other.
"Val, go get it for him! Cheyanne, have you found the candy yet?"
"Having.. trouble.. lifting it... Sahara," replied a girl with short blonde and green dyed hair. She was dragging a bag the size of a potato sack that was spilling the contents of candy all over the floor. Immediately, each child stopped fussing and stuck out their trick-or-treat bags.
Jackpot.
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Post by Chelsea Saughton on Mar 19, 2008 14:58:06 GMT -5
Anne walked up to the Wigglesworth manor. She saw some people scatter in to the party.
Anne checked her stash of fire crackers and stinkbombs. She began to chuckle to herself.Her face curled into a devious smirk. Kay, Roxy and everyone was already inside."Oh, this'll be the best Halloween Party ever!Wait...Halloween IS my birthday!CRAP!" Anne realized. No one remembered that today was Anne's birthday.She hung her head in shame and sorrow.But she shook her head and put on her costume. She walked inside the Manor disguised as the old Grim Reaper.
She tried to hide her sobbing and walked up to Kay.
"Anne, what's wrong?You seem kinda sad...is everything okay?" She asked.
"Ya...it's just-" Anne was interupted by her boyfriend, Gary.
"Hey, Anne, what's up?" He sneered.His face in a clever smile.
"Nothing, babe.It's just-" Anne was interupted again by Derby and REL.
"Harpe, so good to see you here!But what's with the Death get up, you going to the graveyard tonight or are you going on a date with your poor boyfriend?Ha ha!" Derby chuckled his annoying, preppy laugh.
"Yes, Harpe. It's so good to see you.I thought you hated prep parties..." REL rasped.
"Well, Harrington...I'm actually going to bring you your inbred grandma back so she can give you a big, bony kiss.And Wigglesworth, I do!I'm just here...to run a little errand..." Anne growled.Her face in a frown under her mask.
"Well, as I said, good seeing you again!We should have tea sometime, mkay?" REL scoffed.
"What was that about, Anne?" Kay asked.
"Nothing...nothing at all..." Anne smirked while grasping her fircrackers.This'll be a great party!
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Post by Chelsea Saughton on Mar 19, 2008 14:58:35 GMT -5
Peanut wandered aimlessly through the teenagers, having to cut through couples dancing and grinding. He had yet to find Roxy, for he caught a sliver of white hair, disappointed that it was Seraph.
"She just had to be short, didn't she?" He mumbled after attempting a find under the buffet table. "Where the Hell could she be? Damn those girls, dancing all hot like..."
"Hello..." A venomous voice said from behind, Peanut whipped behind to the source, disgusted at the fact that it was none other than Derby; wiping his hands after touching the greaser's shoulder, "Fancy seeing you here. I suppose you're here alone then?"
He cocked his head to the side, hands in his pocket and look nonchalant, Peanut replied, "No, Nightingale's here."
This, this was interesting to the Prep. For Roxanne had always hated Halloween celebrations, constantly lamenting over the fact that she wouldn't have a friend to accompany trick or treating. Bloody girl was smart enough to keep herself away from Derby at that point in time, otherwise he would've wolfed down all her candy.
Not that it would be a terribly hard thing, considering how much of a push over Roxy was.
"Certainly a new development for her then. I say, are you waiting for her?"
"No..."
"Then?"
"It ain't none of your business where's Nightingale or what I'm doin' with her. Get your inbred ass outta here or I'll—"
"Ah'ah! Manners Romano, you're in the Vale, Prep territory. Roxanne could misbehave if she so pleased, we could use a little drama on this fabulous side of Bullworth, you, you however, need to keep yourself in check." Bloody bastard's seperated from her! I'll have my fun with her tonight. Now... where would that coward of a girl be...?
A face flashed through his mind.
Of course, who is she to deny to likes of deliciously curvy women on the dance floor. That Adams is getting TOO predictable.
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Post by Chelsea Saughton on Mar 19, 2008 14:59:07 GMT -5
Kay had found herself a nice girl. he was quite small, but Kay loved that in a girl. Small factor were good factors in her opinion.
She was grinding with the girl, who seemed to be quite happy with the attention, un-like another girl, who hadcalled her a lesbian and walked away. Kay had promptly spat in her punch.
Who knew this chick's name? WHO CARED? She was a red head.
Red Heads are wayyy hot.
From across the room, she saw that annoying blonde beast, Derby. He had walked in from a pair of grand doors. His eyes were darting around the room. Who was he looking for? I hope it's not Roxy. I'll have to leave whatever-her-name-is and that guy over there will nab her. He's eyeing her up, i can tell.
Kay pulled the girl closer to her, her eyes as a charm. "What's your name?" the kitten purred.
"Who cares? I can't see us talking much in what i plan to do with you," Kay replied, her lips brushing hers as a hint.
Derby was drawing closer, his eyes were now on Kay.
Ahh bugger, i'm never gonna get a pull in here with that blonde queen walking around.
Thankfully, hestood, studying the girl she was with, and looked satisfied that she wasn't Roxy. He dissapeared.
She caught Pinky staring at her and the girl. Kay wondered what might happen that night... the room was dark, she was in the mood. What. The. Fuck.
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Post by Chelsea Saughton on Mar 19, 2008 14:59:29 GMT -5
"Uh... RE, hey, you'll never guess who's here. His name is... Jerem-- Johnny Vincent or something?"
The prep look delighted. "Really? Well I saw Lola earlier but I wasn't entirely sure if Johnny'd followed her or not, do tell!" The silver-haired giant began to lead REL away.
"Urhmmyrm... What on Earth ha-- Oh my God I'm in that dreadful house again," A half-conscious but already VERY distraught Simon grumbled, recognizing the decor of the home behind the Halloween disguise.
"WHO! Said that!" REL hissed, spinning on heel, but Seraph grabbed her by the shoulder.
"No, nobody. Everybody LOVES your party, RE--"
"NOT WHAT THEY SAID WHO HAD SAID IT!!"
"Oh, no," Simon said, catching REL eye-to-eye.
--------------------- "Ya wanna watch The Ring? That's not too scary," The blonde dragging the candy bags suggested. Immediately her statement was challenged.
"The Ring? Please, they're not kindergarteners! We should watch The Grudge!"
"That movie sucked," Replied a raven-haired young lady. "We should go old-school. Adam's family for the win!"
"All of you are wrong," interrupted the strawberry blonde. "We'll pop in Silent Hill 3 in one TV, Silent Hill 1 in the miniset, and Silent Hill the MOVIE on the widescreen."
"Sahara, your idea sucks. I've beaten Silent Hill like 5 times."
"At night? In the dark? with the radio turned off and the flashlight ever-inviting fiends of Alessa's tormented mind?" The girls only stared at her with a defeated look. The children-- or most of which, looked extremely interested, either in the horror syndrome, the candy, or the pretty ladies playing the game. Benji stayed close to the curly haired leader, keeping track of the time, but watching for those crucial 'scream' moments in which a typical child would scream and latch onto an authority figure.
An authority figure with curves.
Darcy was not happy. Somewhere in the back of her tiny, underdeveloped brain, she began maturing into a true Harrington. She began scheming.
"Guys, if you're not ready yet, hurry up and make sure you get finished," The redhead announced. "We're going up here soon."
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Post by Chelsea Saughton on Mar 19, 2008 15:00:40 GMT -5
"Where could she have gone to?" Derby had found it an oppurtunity, Peanut had so carelessly let Roxy all on her own, if the Prep leader reached her in time, it would take ages before the greaser would find her. By then, Derby would've had all the fun he wanted with her.
And then get beaten to a pulp. Ah, but there's no satisfaction like... Wait, is that her?
There, hunched over on a sofa, he could see a figure, wearing a pink and red outfit, depicting royalty no less. Blonde hair and short frame, it could be Roxy; under certain lighting her hair DID look golden and fine.
Using stealth, he slithered through the crowd and approached the girl. Wrapping his arms around her neck and letting his head read against her's.
"There you are my little—!!"
Ghastly green and odd eyes were looking at him, he could see freckles, a sour expression and a well tones arm ready to throw a punch, "Just WHAT do you think you're doing Harrington?"
Chastity had a thing about being felt around like that. Then again, didn't any girl?
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Post by Chelsea Saughton on Mar 19, 2008 15:01:18 GMT -5
A pouting Darcy, who had been forced into an ATROCIOUS Seymour outfit against her will, walked to the table filled with drinks. She was absoluetly enraged, tired, and unsatisfied by that boy she deemed her BOYFRIEND! He was supposed to obey and fulfill her every command, and there he was, drooling over that starwberry-haired trollop!
Well, she'll show him!
She looked over the drinks, her eyes flitting over some diet green tea, some diet coke, some vitamin water….hey they’re bound to be good for you, right?
Then she looked over to the end of the table. Her eyes widened.
Corona…Heineken...Budweiser…BEER!
Darcy stood there and thought for a moment. Her so called good friends were so mean to her before! Especially that no-good, too cute for his own good Benji-poo! Well, she’d teach them all a lesson!
She'd sabatoge Benji, make him feel guilty, and make him regret all the horrid things he said to her! She’ll drink some beer and get drunk…or maybe get Benji drunk! Then, everyone would abandon him when he acted like a total fool, and he'd come crawling back to HER!
Yes. That was a brilliant idea but...Corona, Heineken, and Budweiser lacked the class.
Huh. What was that beautiful blue bottle at the end there? The one with interesting little bumps…Bawls Guarana. Ah, yes. That would do nicely.
At this point, Benji was so close to the strawberry-blonde that one could hardly squeeze a HAND between the two. Her eye twitching, Darcy walked over to Benji and grabbed the boy hard by the arm.
"Oh, Ben-Ben!" she sang in a faux cheerful voice. "Come here for a second, please! I need you to taste this for me!"
Darcy gave Benji a sickly-sweet smile as she half-pulled, half-dragged the wheat-blond boy away from the attractive, curly-haired girl. Benji groaned and whined and tugged at his arm, but it was no use; the Harrington heiress had a grip of steel, and it was clear that she had absolutely no intention of letting him go.
"Oh, what is it now, Dar? I TRIED to get the Lulu outfit, but it was way too big around the clevage area, and I--"
"Oh, do shut up, Ben-Ben! Just drink this!" And with that, she shoved the blue bottle straight into his mouth.
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Benji coughed as he spat the end of the bottle out of his mouth. "BLECH! Careful, Dar! What if I have an allergy to the drinks here? Remember, I'm allergic to coconuts--" And then, he stopped. He stared at the blue bottle, his eyes widening slightly, before he hesitatingly took another sip.
Hm…not bad.
He took another sip. Wow, this is really good!
He took a big gulp. No wonder why rich people boasted about good food and drinks! One could DIE happy with beverages this fine!
Yet for some reason he felt fidgety. He seemed to be moving faster. Soon enough, he was no longer standing still. He was skipping around the room, freaking out several of the beautiful girls. Then he was jumping...
Either he was going incredibly fast, or the world was on slow motion. He didn’t know. He isn’t even in the right mind to think coherently.
But he felt...so....HAPPY!
Throughout all this, Darcy stared at him curiously. That’s weird…he doesn’t really act like he’s drunk.
And then, the bomb dropped.
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"N-now Chasity..." Derby slowly walked away from the fury-blazed Jock with a nervous, twitching smile. "It was merely a case of mistaken identity! Do calm down, girl!"
"Calm down. Calm down?! You VIOLATED me, and you expcet me to calm--"
"WAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAA!"
A huge gust of wind rushed inside—or so the party-goers thought. Before Derby could blink, something smashed into the back of his head, knocking him out cold as he fell face first to the floor.
T.K.O.
"Ohmigod!" Mandy shrieked, shrinking away as a wheat-haired blur blew past her. "It's SHORTMAN!"
And Benji it was. The small boy was literally bouncing off the walls, occasionally stopping to whack a few innocent passerby with his sword, which made everyone take a few steps back, earning the boy more space to run around and more distance so it would take longer for the people to catch up to him. Everyone in the room was playing 'Catch the hyper little boy before he kills everyone.'
"What is Benjamin holding in his hands?!" Earnest cried, trying to squint and run at the same time.
"It looks like alcohol!" Fatty deduced, as he ran with the group of random partygoers who were trying to catch Benji.
Finally, they managed to grab hold of one of his legs.
"It’s Guarana!" Earnest yelled, trying to pry it out of Benji’s hands, but to no avail.
"What’s that?"
"It’s a highly caffeinated drink. It must be the culprit beneath Benjamin’s hyperactivity!"
“But he drank less than half of it!” Fatty cried.
"WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!" Benji suddenly let out a piercing scream, startling everyone just enough to break free from everyone’s grasp. He chucked down half of what was left in his bottle of Guarana down his throat, and let out a loud burp.
Silence.
The small boy's eyes dilated to extremes, and the soft brown was almost completely lost in black as Benji turned to Fatty with a evil, malicious look in his eyes. Slowly, the boy lifted his sword...
"No…no. C’mon don’t…don’t do this to me Benjamin!” Fatty slowly backed away as the child advanced towards him. Then, with a shrill scream, he chased Fatty around in circles, swinging his sword around and around as the fat older boy tried to run (or waddle) for his life.
"Benji!" Karen finally caught up to him, her eyes widening as she tried to stop him. "Benji, stop!"
"I can’t *huff* do this *huff* anymore!" Fatty collapsed on the floor breathing heavily, his shirt soaking wet. "I'd *huff* rather die than run *huff* another circle!"
Benji laughed manically, before he rushed towards the other part of the party.
"When’s the caffeine going to wear off…?"
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Post by Chelsea Saughton on Mar 19, 2008 15:02:04 GMT -5
I just wanted to stay in my dorm, and watch 'Final Destination' Not, push my way through an army of drunk, indignant, soon-to-be-in-an-orgy retards! I could've just stayed in Australia and waited for 'Schoolies Week' to do this! Robbie thought bitterly, ploughing his way pass the the teenagers to find Benji and the other little kids. Oh God, how he hates parties!
Valen was starting to get alittle claustrophobic from too many kids surronding him; he has to find a door leading outside, before he passed out from a lack of oxygen and space. It's like the crowds getting thicker and everyone's moving the other way. Like they're running away from something...
What the fuck is making everyone run the other direction?! fire? real murderer? Michael Jackson? The Australian thought, hoping it isn't the last one. The crowd started to lighten up, making it more easy to walk. eventually, he finally discovered the cause of the scattering kids. It was ......Benji?
Benji? It couldn't be..... It has to be someone like Russell, to make everyone run the other way. The evil Smiley thought, knowing that Benji isn't the intimidating type. He haphazrdly walked up to the wheat-blonde to see if he's alright
"Benji!" he called out , startling Shortman
"RRRAAAAGGGHH!!" the nerd cried out, lunging towards the Evil Smiley
Robbie was confused, wtih what Benji was doing. until it hit him.... literally, with his sword on the side of the Australian's head.
Valen staggered back, clutching the side of his head...... what the hell are these toys made of?
"Aahh..... dammit Shortman! what the hell was that for?!" the brown-ponytail cried out, holding the newly forming lump on the side of his head
"HAAAAAAAHAHAHAAA!!" the wheat-blonde cackled, charging at Valen again.
The Australian quickly unsheathed a large meat cleaver, with his free hand, and parried the small boy's attack
I did not fucking want THIS!
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Post by Chelsea Saughton on Mar 19, 2008 15:02:49 GMT -5
There was a moment of heartstopped shock as REL caught the redhead eye-to-eye. Simon looked utterly horrified and defeated at the same time, and Robbie only raised an eyebrow, being one of the many to not know REL's obsession with the boy. Though several thoughts, plots, and desired phrases raced accross her mind, she did nothing for that first fragment of a moment as did Simon, not fully registering why his feet were not on the ground, and therefor not trying to slip away and out of sight. But REL did nothing irrational, nothing obvious, and nothing out-of-the-ordinary within her public mask.
"Why, Simon, you're pallid as chalk! I assume it's unintended; I thought you disliked the holiday," she remarked with vague concern and high politeness in her voice. "If you are unwell, I might call Loretta to watch over you, should you not mind a housemaid. Or, perhaps I could call Mr. Hader to drive you home? If you're unwell, then a party is no place for you." Admist the quiet concern was a breath of apathy commonly practiced in preps.
After all, there was a good reason nobody excepting Seraph knew about this admiration of hers.
Simon stared at the girl a tad baffled before the whole of his logical abilities returned to him all at once. He noticed that A man in a mask was supporting him, and the Wigglesworth manor was supremely packed with raging teens. With this knowledge, his body released its natural tension, relieved that the safety net of onlookers would rescue him from any of the girl's obnoxious "romantic" behavior. However, Valen, noticing Simon's recollection of his facilities, dropped him onto the floor and began to walk off, swearing some urgency to find a 'friend' or something. It was now Robbie who seemed irrate and eager to press past the choking crowds, and Simon was left to face REL, except for Seraph, who stood in watch.
"Well, what is it? Shall you go home, stay here attended, or have you regained yourself? I'd really love it if you'd stay a while. Please do make up your mind."
-------------------------------- Darcy looked absolutely terrified at her plan's failure. What could have gone wrong!?
"Kid, what happened? I mean, like WHAT did you give him!??" The strawberry-haired youth looked stunned, jaw dropped.
"Uhm, guys? Where's my drink," inquired the blonde with pigtails. "I mean, it was JUST there," she pointed at the table with the alcohol. Cheyanne was simply nothing without her class of spirits in a bottle.
Sahara looked at Darcy. "Kid, you are in big, big, trouble. Ok, ladies! We need to go catch that kid before he like, does MAJOR damage to our party!" There was a moment's silence before every teen girl in the room realized that ultimately mean that it was THEIR TURN to go enjoy the party. "And remember, ladies, we are not Bayonettes tonight. We're just some kids from BC come to crash this party. If our director finds out we went to Bullworth under the sotial status of Bayonettes, we will ALL get like, 100 demerits. And that's like, in the NEGATIVES, so we'll be... Like super off the team."
"Yes ma'am," could be heard resounding accross the room as the rest of the FFX crew snuck upstairs after their friend.
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Post by Chelsea Saughton on Mar 19, 2008 15:03:48 GMT -5
It wasn't hard to MISS Benji. In fact, it was harder to avoid or hide from it than being smacked upside the head with his little plastic sword.
Roxy, was all the more thankful that she merely got tripped by the boy's wild rampage. She people like this before in her father's office, where patients who couldn't handle caffeine would jump about, causing a ruckus and having nurses grab some restraints.
And she had just the thing to calm the boy down, digging into her supposedly fake medical bag, she took out a vial of clear liquid and kept a syringe on hold.
I bet that REL girl had something to do with this. No... no hang on, it couldn't be. What fun could she possibly reap out of all this when it's HER party? No... it had to be someone else.
She caught sight of Robbie, persuing the little boy with an irritated flare and a very scary looking meat cleaver.
Oh no he doesn't. He's not going to beat down poor Benji, not on my watch!
Roxy began chase, needle in hand and concern for the boy. However, for Benji, in his caffeinated state, couldn't differentiate between a demented Nurse ready to inject him with deadly drugs, or a sweet girl dressed up as one.
He ran, fast.
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Post by Chelsea Saughton on Mar 19, 2008 15:04:06 GMT -5
Kay was winning the jack pot, that girl was dying for her. She lent forwards, her lips centimeters from the make out session she'd been waiting for.
"KYAAAA!" Benji, dressed in a final fantasy constume, his pupils like pinpricks, ran by and out the glass doors leading to the pool. Kay stared after him.
"What the fuck is that kid doing?" She breathed. She turned back to her potential make-out partner, pulling her close, closer in some areas.
WHAM!
Kay was thrown across the room as someone bowled her over. The someone was white, grey and blood red. There was a sharp pain in her upper arm, nd a dull thud to her head could be heard over the heavy music as she connected with an ornate sideboard.
Stars flashed infront of her eyes as she tried to determine where she was, then her vision was unclouded and she could hear a familiar voice.
"Oh my gosh, Kay, i am so sorry, i promise i can fix this!" Roxy sounded close to tears. Kay looked down at the arm she was staring at to see a needle and syringe sticking out, the syringe half empty. Roxy was kneeling beside her, her hands over her mouth.
"I'm so sorry,"
"Heh, cool, drugs!" Kay said, slowly, as Roxy tenderly took the needle out and fished around in her bag as the room began to slow and Kay's head felt slightly funny. She gave a giggle.
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