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Post by Chelsea Saughton on Mar 19, 2008 15:05:34 GMT -5
"Ahhh! Kay!" Roxy held the half-unconscious Kay by the shoulders, shaking her, "Kay, can you... can you hear me?"
"Mmmm yes, Zoeeeeeeeee..."
Slump.
"KAY!!" The English girl began to panic, shaking her friend harder and harder until she swore her spine had gone limp. She didn't stop, until Kay's head had made contact with a wall by accident. A small crowd began to gather, and a slightly irritated REL at the back. Nothing was going to plan, mayhem had broken loose with students and Bayonettes began to freak-out and run about like headless poultry. She had to get everything back to normal, well... as normal as it could get in a place like Bullworth.
x x x x x
Everyone, and literally EVERYONE began running for their lives, even the hulking giants of each clique. Who knew Damon could scream like a girl? All the same, the fear of being a potential target fuelled their legs to run out, anywhere, hiding in the pool, under tables, up trees, into bushes, under skirts... nothing was spared.
"YYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!"
"FUCK NO!" Vance tripped, Benji leapt on him, holding his plastic sword up high and did what could only be considered murder; violently, he began stabbing at the greaser's much adored hair.
Oh God, not the hair. Though it prove amusing, for no one had seen Vance look so dead.
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Post by Chelsea Saughton on Mar 19, 2008 15:05:50 GMT -5
It was like someone had put on a light. The song Smack My Bitch Up came on and Kay stood up with the speed and dexterity of an athelete.
"Kay!" Roxy exclaimed. The crowd bgan to dance with approcving looks to REL for the choice of song, who serrupticiously looked at Seraph, knowing who had picked the tune.
"I just need some speed and my brain will move faster." Kay said, grabbing some guy's drink, which was fizzing suspiciously, and downed it in one go, smacking her lips.
"SPEED!?" Roxy shrieked. "This isn't natural! You should be on the floor!"
"Hahaha no way, girl, im a total speeeeeed demon!" Kay whipped out her new pair of sunglasses and put them on, waving her glowsticks in the air.
"She's a medical miracle," Roxy breathed, unable to believe her eyes. Th streangth of the anti-caffine was high enough to put a horse to sleep!"
"What can i say? She's really wierd," Casey Jones grunted, in his frankinstien costume.
They watched, agahst as she threw herself in amoungst the new comers that servedas the Bayonettes.
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Post by Chelsea Saughton on Mar 19, 2008 15:06:28 GMT -5
REL rolled her eyes. Not that she could really say she disagreed with Seraph's taste in music, but it was the absolute worst time to be slammin on the tunes. For some reason or another 75% of the party was running haphazardly through the back yard, falling in the pool, ect. 10% were to messed up to realize that the others were frightened, and only continued to dance with Kay and Seraph. 10% were hopefully in back rooms--otherwise they must've gone home--dread the thought-- and 5% were Bayonettes. What were Bayonettes DOING THERE?
Seraph.... REL sighed and shook her head, remaining calm.
After all. It's just a party. Even if they get chased by an underclassman on crack and stabbed with Special K, they'd still remember it as a great great thing. They always do.
Or so Wigglesworth chose to tell herself.
She looked over her shoulder at Simon, who had yet to find his way out the front door. That would be a good omen, right? She smiled, almost half apologetically. He faked a smile as politely as he could--what with all the chaos, disarray, and utter lack of humanity surrounding him. You could see just how uncomfortable this made him in his eyes. REL turned back towards the scene. By now, Seraph was freaking out because the Bayonettes had apparently SCREWED UP somewhere.
I guess they weren't supposed to be at this party. Or at least yet.
She noticed Seraph with a nervous look glance back at her. REL noticed all the Bayonettes were in outfits similar to hers and Seraph's. Just another girl trying to get her friends in on a party. Just another lie, because the world is a liar.
And she saw Dee drunkenly stumble after Benji, obviously not in the real world. That's good. She saw Chastity chasing after a tormented Derby Harrington. That's bad. She saw Kay dancing like a beast. That's good. She saw Damon screaming like a girl. That's bad.
REL wasn't sure how to feel right now, but tried to keep her hopes up until she heard Derby scream and a "WHAM!"
Benji had hit his mark, nailing the Harrington boy in the middle of her living room. Now some terrified and angry little girl was pitching a fit just outside her back door, as well as Valen and Roxy. The party came to a dead hault, the DJ turned off the sound, and all died, excepting the dischord of Seraph bickering amongst her peers, Darcy screaming, Kay dancing still even with no partners, and Dee coming to a slow stop seconds later wondering why the loud roar of voices had stopped. There was a hushed murmur as people spoke of the event among each other, from time to time looking at Benji, who apparently knew not what he had done--but liked it, doing a victory dance, swinging his sword triumphantly.
Crack. REL just stood there, staring. Simon paused his inching towards the front door after seeing his leader fall. In less than a minute, a gang fight would ensue. Already, angry preps were banding together, vowing to kill the nerdish wannabe jock.
She looked towards the back door as Roxy managed her way to the entrance from the back yard--soaked, having fallen into the pool. Robbie and the frail English girl collided as they tried to shove through one of the back doors simultaneously. During their struggle, the rest of the underclassmen pressed through the opening in their legs, running after the caffeinated boy. Darcy was still wailing, not sure whether to kill Benji or run to her fallen brother. The few times you realize what makes you brother and sister. Benji laghed maniacly and darted through the room looking for another target. The crowd parted for him like the red sea for Moses. REL remained in the middle, she swallowed, seemingly unaffected. Being the only thing in his direct path, he turned for her.
She put her hands on her hips, feet together, bent her knees slightly and kicked her right leg infront of her left, keeping it low and straight, then whipped it in a semicircle forwards, kicking the underclassman straight in the nose. He fell back and landed on his rear, in minor shock noticing his bleeding nose. REL still looked utterly unemotional, staring at him down her nose. Bif Tremblay stopped just moments before the two, being in a fighting stance ready to exact revenge on his friend, but it was uneccessary. Roxy burst past Robbie, freeing them both as she screamed and ran to the boy. She fell to her knees and grabbed him up in her arms, and Darcy wailed again, now wanting Benji dead for defiling her brother and Robbie murdered for failing to protect her Ben-Ben. Roxy looked up at the prep with watery eyes and that "How could you" glare.
"The invitations clearly stated no children allowed. If you take full responsibilty for these children, please leave." Her voice sounded strict and cold, she walked to the speaker on the wall beside the kitchen. "Loretta, please send in our nurse. We have had a few injuries. Blunt force trauma, nothing that will leave permanent damage. Children were involved. Please phone Dr. Crabblesnitch immediately." She hung up and walked past Roxy and a fuming Valen.
She would gain respect from some preps for defending their leader, who may very well be bed-ridden for the next week or so. She would lose respect from others for meddling.
Either preps would band together under the law of becoming clones in times of disaster, or the clique would slowly break apart. But if they broke apart due to differences,
They wouldn't be preps now would they?
REL walked with posture and dignity down the hallway and to a door that was still unlocked. She entered and closed the door. The DJ turned the volume up again to reveal KORN's "Thoughtless" now playing. Some of the party continued, some ultimately was over.
The Bayonettes exited to the back yard, silent and regretful. Seraph quietly begged them to leave and headed for REL's room but it was locked, and no amount of screaming would penetrate the walls of that girl's mind.
Inside her sound-proof room, REL walked with her mask on all the way until she reached her bed and collapsed face first into the silken sheets. Not quite sobbing, but tears still ruining her make-up.
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Post by Chelsea Saughton on Mar 19, 2008 15:06:55 GMT -5
Kay, who had noticed all this, but thought it had all gone incredibly slow, kinda ageed with REL kiddies shouldn't be at a party with booze and a range of disguised narcotics.
But thn again, it was lame to beat on a kid, even if she did do it at minus eight miles per hour.
Not me though. I'm a speed demon.
"All of my hate cannot be found I will not be drowned by your thoughtless scheming So you can try to tera me down Beat me to the ground I will see you screamng"
Kay sang out the words, pumping her glowsticks above her head, a twisted yin-yang of drugs gong on in her system. The Special K told her to sit down and go to sleep, but the speed was attacking her brain tokeep going an leave all these slow assholes behind.
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Post by Chelsea Saughton on Mar 19, 2008 15:07:39 GMT -5
There was a mild panic in some parts of the party, there was a little boy, head throbbing and bordering on unconciousness, lying sprawled on the floor in a Tidus costume.
Roxy remained silent, frozen in her spot while a few onlookers threw mixed expressions her way.
'Shoulda never brought those kids, girlie.'
'You should've stood up for yourself.'
'Whimp.'
'Well, at least you tried to give those socially incapable children a chance at real life.'
She looked down, somewhat ashamed; if she hadn't been so clumsy in the first place, she wouldn't have injected the ketamine into Kay, it would've gone into Benji, to calm him down. She could've dragged him away to safety where he couldn't harm anyone (and where anyone couldn't harm him).
Pitifully, she walked away, heading towards the door. She opened it and found Peanut, twings and leaves sticking out of his hair and clothes.
"Nightingale! There you are!" He put a hand to her forearm, "You're all wet! What happened?"
"I... I fell into the pool." She said flatly.
"Oh... hey, c'mon, now that we're back again, let's enjoy the party!" Arms raised in the air with vigour.
"Mmm, no thanks. I got... 'kicked out' if you will."
"Eh?"
"Benji got knocked down by REL, I threw her a dirty look, she thought I was responsible for him, told me to get out because kids weren't supposed to be at parties anyway."
"C'mon... this is the party of the century! You... you can't just leave! I mean..."
"Oh, Larry. I got kicked out, not you. If you want to have some fun and stare at pretty girls, go ahead. I never wanted to come in the first place."
"Nightingale..."
"Good night, Larry."
He grabbed her by the arm, not wanting her to leave, thinking she was making a clever excuse, "C'mon, babe. Don't do this..."
The English girl sighed, "Listen, I blame myself for whatever happened to Benji. I should've been more careful, otherwise he wouldn't have gone haywire and beat Derby down like that. All the same, I could care less about this party. In fact, I'd much rather go home and entertain the trick-or-treaters."
"But that's so boring..." Peanut groaned, hoping she wouldn't hear it.
But she did.
"Boring, is it? Well, I find parties absolutely boring myself. If you want to stay, fine, you're your own man, you can think for yourself surely."
"Roxy..."
"You know where my house is."
"B-But..."
"I'll see you on Monday, good night."
She left, stomping as the bouncer escorted her to the front gate and made sure she didn't turn back. Peanut stood, baffled. What happened? One of them snapped; one of them wanted to enjoy the party and one didn't even want to come in first place, bittered further by the fact that her little friend got hit, and couldn't do anything about it.
He scratched the back of his head, at a loss of what to do.
Go to her fancy house and say sorry? Or stay around and watch REL grinding with girls?
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Post by Chelsea Saughton on Mar 19, 2008 15:07:58 GMT -5
Kay's stomach churned as the cocktail of narcotics made her head spin. Okay maybe this wasn't such a good idea. She leant into a nearby plant pot and haved up her insides, which were a funny colour.
"Ew," She groaned.
"Hey, are you alright?" Christy asked, her witch costume glistened in the strobes. Kay could barely hear her.
"Fine," Heaved the brunette. Oh i hate Halloween.
Christy half heartedly helped her into a grand cair, which Kay promptly fell behind and went to sleep.
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Meanwhile, Peanut had thought better of staying and begrudgingly left teh 'party of the centuary' to go to apologise to Roxy. Although, he wasn't sure why he needed to apologise. Probably for bringng her to the party.
Yes that was it.
He walked out of the Wiggleworth manor, followed by the suspicious eyes of the bouncer. He traced the route to Roxy's in his mind, his feet eading him automatically to the large mansion. He entered the gates, which were open to invite any trick or treaters.
He rung the doorbell, which he could hear grandly on the otherside.
To his surprise, Roxy opened the door. She ad abandoned her eye bandage and cleaned off some of her make up.
"Trick or treat?" Peanut said weakly, with an apologetic smile. Roxy sighed. She couldn't really be angry with him. After all, he was entitled to party.
"Come in," She said.
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Post by Chelsea Saughton on Mar 19, 2008 15:08:31 GMT -5
"Listen, Nightingale, I..." The greaser was at a loss of words, sitting almost uncomfortably on the sofa. Roxy's house was, by far, grand. Now he could certainly see why the English girl was so used to her little luxuries, with such accommodation and service, who would want to leave it?
"Larry, shush. Don't speak and help yourself to some Belgian chocolate. They're delicious, you know." She smiled politely and handed him a tray of white and dark chocolates sculpted in little skulls and pumpkins, all smiling.
Peanut took one, almost hesitantly, not wanting to embarrass himself in front of Roxy. Rich people had all sorts of formalities for everything.
"I jus' wanna say I'm sorry, I guess."
"Don't be daft, it was a little steam between us, that's all. Nothing that'll jeopordise our relationship." She said it so coolly and flawlessly, it almost frightened the greaser.
"So... so we're cool then? I mean, you're not mad that I dragged ya along?"
She said nothing and walked to him, giving him one soft kiss, "Boys are so silly."
The door bell rang and their tender little moment was broken off, "Ah, more children!" She grabbed a weaved basket to her side, filled to the brim with brightly wrapped sweets, "Stick around won't you? I'd love for my parents to meet you!"
"I... geh?" Her parents?!
x x x x x
Ahh... ouch... what... ugh... my head feels SO not right.
There was Benji, back in the dorm feeling as ill as a boy could be, head throbbing and stomach rumbling. He tried getting up but his head hurt too much, and he felt unusually tired as well.
"Benji...?" He heard someone call him, a familiar voice.
"Ugh... Pedro?"
"Benji, are you okay?"
"I uhh... oh God... where's Darcy?"
The Hispanic boy didn't answer.
"Nevermind... what happened?"
Pedro really didn't want to tell him what had gone on that night, yet at the same time, lying didn't exactly sit right with him at the time.
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Post by Chelsea Saughton on Mar 19, 2008 15:08:48 GMT -5
Roxy waved at the little kids, all of whom seemed more than a little pleased at the large amount of candy she had given them.
"Bye, sweethearts!" the English girl called out. "Remember not to take candy that was already opened! They might be spiked with dope! Oh, and don't take apples, because they might have razor blades in them! OH! And don't--"
Peanut covered her mouth with his hand exasperatedly. "Roxy...they're gone. In fact, they're running away."
"Mmm?" Roxy mumbled, her mouth still pressed firmly against his hand. Astoundingly, Peanut managed to understand her.
"Why? I dunno...I think the razor blades part scared them off."
"MMMMMPH!"
"Hey, I never heard that kinda stuff before! You think THEY did? Of course they're gonna get freaked!"
"Mmm..."
"What are you doing to my daughter?!" a new voice suddenly cried.
Roxy and Peanut both turned around, and saw the startled look of Mrs. Smith. Then, they both realized that they were both standing very, VERY close to one another, with Peanut still holding his hand firmly over Roxy's mouth.
It probably looked as if Roxy was being taken hostage.
Ooooooooh. That wasn't good.
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"You know I'm going to find out anyway, even if you don't tell me."
"I know..."
Benji stared at Pedro with exhausted, blurry eyes. Still somewhat bedridden, he couldn't get up and exactly force Pedro to say anything. Not that he would have resorted to force anyway. Pedro was his best friend.
But damn it, he wanted to know what the hell he did! He didn't remember a damn thing from the entire night!
"Okay, how about we play a guessing game?" Benji asked jovially, opting to use his greatest weapon--his brain. "I'll ask a question, and all you have to say is Yes or No. Truthfully. Does that sound okay to you?"
The Hispanic boy paused for a moment, still unsure. Then, he nodded. "O-okay..."
"Good. Did Darcy rape me?"
"WHAT?! NO!" Pedro completely whitened. "How could you say that?"
"Well, I'm lying here in my white tank top and briefs, so SOMEONE undressed me..."
"Oh. Well. That was...um...that was me." Pedro blushed and looked away.
This caused Benji to raise a brow, but he chose not to say anything, for fear of his mental sanity. "Okay then...um, did I eat anything poisonous, and get my stomach pumped by the hopsital?"
"No."
"Did I drink anything that made me act strangely or pass out?"
"..."
"Pedro?"
"..."
"PEDRO!"
Suddenly, the door opened, and a enraged, somewhat slimmer looking Fatty appeared at the doorway. Benji, despite not wearing his glasses, raised a brow.
Fatty? Angry? What the hell pissed HIM off?
And then, Fatty took out something from behind his back pocket. Pedro gasped--it was a stink bomb. "Prepare to die, foul cretin!" Fatty shouted, before he tossed the bomb straight at Benji and ran out of the room.
CRACK!
Whether Fatty made the aim intentional or not, Benji didn't care. All that mattered was that the bottle hit him straight in the face, and the small boy screamed at the painful glass shards and the awful smell that struck his nose.
"Benji!" Pedro tried to help him, but the horrid green gas quickly spread, and the Hispanic boy stopped dead in his track. "EEEEEEEEW! Oh man! How are we gonna sleep tonight?"
"Just move!" Benji yelled, his eyes tearing. Both little boys ran out, only to be comfronted by the sight of very, VERY angry Jocks awaiting for them outside. Benji yelped as Damon grabbed him, and slammed him painfully against an adjacent wall.
"You gonna die tonight, Shortman," the large Jock greeted ominously. He turned to the terrified Pedro, and growled, "Get out of here, you little worm. Shortman's the only one I wanna have to hurt tonight."
"No..." Benji gave Pedro a pleading look. "For the love of god, don't leave me like this, Pedro!"
"Didn't you hear me, worm? I SAID GO!"
And Pedro scampered, crying as he heard the sounds of beating and screaming from his best friend.
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Post by Chelsea Saughton on Mar 19, 2008 15:09:58 GMT -5
Roxy waved at the little kids, all of whom seemed more than a little pleased at the large amount of candy she had given them.
"Bye, sweethearts!" the English girl called out. "Remember not to take candy that was already opened! They might be spiked with dope! Oh, and don't take apples, because they might have razor blades in them! OH! And don't--"
Peanut covered her mouth with his hand exasperatedly. "Roxy...they're gone. In fact, they're running away."
"Mmm?" Roxy mumbled, her mouth still pressed firmly against his hand. Astoundingly, Peanut managed to understand her.
"Why? I dunno...I think the razor blades part scared them off."
"MMMMMPH!"
"Hey, I never heard that kinda stuff before! You think THEY did? Of course they're gonna get freaked!"
"Mmm..."
"What are you doing to my daughter?!" a new voice suddenly cried.
Roxy and Peanut both turned around, and saw the startled look of Mrs. Smith. Then, they both realized that they were both standing very, VERY close to one another, with Peanut still holding his hand firmly over Roxy's mouth.
It probably looked as if Roxy was being taken hostage.
Ooooooooh. That wasn't good.
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"You know I'm going to find out anyway, even if you don't tell me."
"I know..."
Benji stared at Pedro with exhausted, blurry eyes. Still somewhat bedridden, he couldn't get up and exactly force Pedro to say anything. Not that he would have resorted to force anyway. Pedro was his best friend.
But damn it, he wanted to know what the hell he did! He didn't remember a damn thing from the entire night!
"Okay, how about we play a guessing game?" Benji asked jovially, opting to use his greatest weapon--his brain. "I'll ask a question, and all you have to say is Yes or No. Truthfully. Does that sound okay to you?"
The Hispanic boy paused for a moment, still unsure. Then, he nodded. "O-okay..."
"Good. Did Darcy rape me?"
"WHAT?! NO!" Pedro completely whitened. "How could you say that?"
"Well, I'm lying here in my white tank top and briefs, so SOMEONE undressed me..."
"Oh. Well. That was...um...that was me." Pedro blushed and looked away.
This caused Benji to raise a brow, but he chose not to say anything, for fear of his mental sanity. "Okay then...um, did I eat anything poisonous, and get my stomach pumped by the hopsital?"
"No."
"Did I drink anything that made me act strangely or pass out?"
"..."
"Pedro?"
"..."
"PEDRO!"
Suddenly, the door opened, and a enraged, somewhat slimmer looking Fatty appeared at the doorway. Benji, despite not wearing his glasses, raised a brow.
Fatty? Angry? What the hell pissed HIM off?
And then, Fatty took out something from behind his back pocket. Pedro gasped--it was a stink bomb. "Prepare to die, foul cretin!" Fatty shouted, before he tossed the bomb straight at Benji and ran out of the room.
CRACK!
Whether Fatty made the aim intentional or not, Benji didn't care. All that mattered was that the bottle hit him straight in the face, and the small boy screamed at the painful glass shards and the awful smell that struck his nose.
"Benji!" Pedro tried to help him, but the horrid green gas quickly spread, and the Hispanic boy stopped dead in his track. "EEEEEEEEW! Oh man! How are we gonna sleep tonight?"
"Just move!" Benji yelled, his eyes tearing. Both little boys ran out, only to be comfronted by the sight of very, VERY angry Jocks awaiting for them outside. Benji yelped as Damon grabbed him, and slammed him painfully against an adjacent wall.
"You gonna die tonight, Shortman," the large Jock greeted ominously. He turned to the terrified Pedro, and growled, "Get out of here, you little worm. Shortman's the only one I wanna have to hurt tonight."
"No..." Benji gave Pedro a pleading look. "For the love of god, don't leave me like this, Pedro!"
"Didn't you hear me, worm? I SAID GO!"
And Pedro scampered, crying as he heard the sounds of beating and screaming from his best friend.
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Post by Chelsea Saughton on Mar 19, 2008 15:10:30 GMT -5
"Well...?" Mrs. Smith began tapping her foot on the marble floor, "Explanation, NOW. Before I call the police!"
Immediately, Peanut's hands came off Roxy and the English girl looked to her mother with a plead in her eyes, "Oh mummy, I know it looks simply provocative! But trust when I say that it's simply a misunderstanding!"
"A misunderstanding?"
"Yes, mummy, a misunderstanding. For you see, Larry here wouldn't dare harm a fly! I was gobbing, you see, and I suppose it's understandable that he was exasperated at my act. Thus putting a hand over my mouth."
A raised eyebrow. She didn't like Roxy's excuse. It was then Peanut extended a hand and put on a smile, "I'm Larry, her classmate? We take Chemistry and English together. She's a really smart kid, ma'am."
Mrs. Smith softened up a little. She quite liked his spunk and informality.
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Post by Chelsea Saughton on Mar 19, 2008 15:10:48 GMT -5
By now it was getting late. Only hardcore party-goers and hardcore trick-or-treaters were still out.
This was a good and a bad thing.
Good, particularly because this meant that those still at the Wigglesworth Manor were serious about living it up; the remainder of the party SHOULD be a success.
Bad because the party was almost over, and there was no time to redeem herself for Derby now.
REL had taken off the majority of the overaccessorized costume connecting her to the Bayonettes and replaced it with articles from her own chest of magic. Mostly still black, grey, and red, it was simply more practical for a party than something so Barbie-doll goth rocker.
She slipped outside her room, replacing her black lipstick for an evening shimmering version of her typical favorite purple lip colour. She stopped short, however, in somewhat suppressed surprise at a certain redhead lingering in the hallway. The nurse had offered to take him home, but for some reason he must have refused to get in the ambulance with Derby, Vance (who claimed to be mortally wounded), and a few others. He OBVIOUSLY was not here to enjoy the party, however, and this made REL frown. She approached him from behind, staring at the back of his head.
"I could call Loretta to take you home, you know," the English girl said as smooth as silk. "I wouldn't WANT you to be stuck in a situation that left your skin crawling," she said, moving in on him after he spun on heel to face her. She rather hissed that last sentence, her final words biting at him like the very cobra she was. She stared him straight in his eyes. "Or, as I'm certain you've contemplated, I could always walk you home. You don't HAVE to stay if you DON'T want to."
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Post by Chelsea Saughton on Mar 19, 2008 15:12:07 GMT -5
The whole deal about skin crawling didn’t appeal to Simon much, and really, it did want to make him leave as soon as possible. Well, he could’ve left a long time before. It was just that after seeing REL leave to a room (he assumed it was hers) and then not coming out for some time, it sort of made him worry (he’d heard somewhere that suicide rates were up, and wasn’t certain if it was true or not. He also thought of those emo fools who cut themselves and sincerely hoped she wasn't one of them). So he’d decided to wait it out, standing on the line between extreme wallflower and half-interested people watcher. The incidents at tonight’s party had been more than enough action for one day, both horrifying and exhilarating to watch. He was surprised he hadn’t been caught in anything life-threatening or humiliating.
Now that he was confronted by the subject of his concern, and in such a harsh manner, too, he was a bit questionable of his decision. Maybe he should’ve just left earlier. That might’ve proven to be a more intelligent and sensible decision. But then again, the thought of being scared to death from that…smily-faced creature while he was all by his lonesome again wasn’t very alluring. And he didn’t particularly fancy walking around in the dead of night with the late-night trick-or-treaters on the loose, their pranks more hardcore and injurious than the others. Last but not least, he was shocked that he was being offered a walk home. From REL, too. It…it should’ve been the other way around (well, the prospect of offering a walk home to REL was a bit farfetched on its own)! There wasn’t (slightly) chivalrous blood running through him for nothing.
“Well,” he began, sliding his hands up to his hips and pondering for a moment, “if you really want to accompany me home, you may.” He couldn’t quite read her expression, a little wary about the fact that she could still be upset. But he agreed to her offer anyway, thinking that this couldn’t be worse than anything else he could’ve been dragged into tonight.
Or could it?
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Post by Chelsea Saughton on Mar 19, 2008 15:12:50 GMT -5
She noted a bit of regret in his voice and she softened her replies, realizing she'd directly offended him. She grabbed a small purse and headed towards the front door.
"Sorry," she managed to almost whisper to him after a moment's silence. "I'm simply stressed out, at best. I didn't mean to snap." Good little girls always remember their manners. She did, however, stand at attention and wait in front of him. It took him a few seconds to realize she was waiting for him to open the door, but he quickly regained himself and they proceeded.
Hey, it couldn't be worse than a kick in the groin. Hopefully. As they walked down the walkway, REL paused and looked both ways. She glanced at the bouncer, who seemed to nod in reply that there would be no silver haired psycho freak within the vicinity. She sighed.
There was nothing much to say to her. After a few more moments, to break the silence, REL blurted, "You're such a whuss, Simon." His face scrunched up at the insult, immediately offended, until he heard her laughing at him jokingly. Oh. She was just teasing. Good fun.
She turned her head to the side, now keeping pace with him, and stared at the side of his head until he finally glanced at her and realized he needed to turn his head and... dear sweet jesus, look at her.
"...Yes...?"
"Oh, um, I was just thinking." A moment's peace. "Simon." He looked at her again. Here eyes looked freaky creepy in the dark with nothing but street lights illuminating them. Come to think of it, her eyes had ALWAYS creeped him out, since he met the girl on his way to the boxing club that day. And now they looked positivly demonic with their nearly red glow.
"Ye~s?" He nearly said this through his teeth.
"What say you to... stopping by a local cafe before getting to your house?"
He stopped dead in the center of the street.
Oh god. She wants to stop at a cafe. And she thinks she's gotten a bloody INVITE to my house now for walking with me home. I'm a barking idiot.
She stared at him intently, waiting for his answer.
------------------- "Well, mother, as much as I'd love to have a little tea here with you and Larry, we must attend the trick-or-treaters! Oh! We've run out of cherry-filled chocolates," and with that, the pale brown-haired lass was out the door with her akward feeling mate. Her mother glanced at their large stock of treats and waved it off.
"Children these days."
Outside, Peanut leaned against the porch beam. "Oof, I thought we'd never get out from her."
"What?"
"Oh, uh, nothing Nightingale! I didn't mean to sound like I was dissin' your Ma or anything, really, it's just--"
"No, Shhh!" He glanced at her, and she pointed at the street. There before them, without noticing their existence, was Simon and REL, talking about something. REL looked expectant, and Simon somewhat nervously scratched his head.
"In't that that Simon prep? Don't see him around much. Looks like REL's pretty much got him cornered," Peanut whispered.
"Poor Simon," Roxy tilted her head. "He was one of the good ones." Peanut gave her a skeptical look. "Well... Sort of, anyway."
"Let's trail 'em."
"Beg your pardon?"
"Let's follow them! I wanna see what kind of mess this REL girl can get herself into."
"Larry, I'm not sure..." She thought about it. Actually, remembering all the nasty things REL had done to her, she couldn't suppress a sort of sick interest in the information she might gather from this.
After all, just following her wouldn't hurt, would it?
"Shh... I think I can hear them."
---------------------------- One thing was for sure, Simon really did NOT want to spend any more time with this girl than he had to. He was beginning to wonder why he'd even been stupid enough to let her come along.
"Well, to be honest, REL, I..."
He paused briefly.
"I..."
The mood changed. At first the girl had been enthusiastic about the whole situation, and had anxiously awaited his reply, almost naively assuming he'd be more than elated to dine with her. ...And then reality set in and she realized the beautiful fool rather wanted to take the form of a whimpering puppy and run away with his tail tucked between his legs. No need for depression when you're REL Wigglesworth. Hastily, she grabbed him by the hand and began walking resolutely.
"Come, come, Simon, there's no need to be humble or formal. I don't trust the more than likely drug-laced food at the party either and I've seen that you haven't eaten since lunch. Pity, you're probably starving."
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Post by Chelsea Saughton on Mar 19, 2008 15:13:16 GMT -5
Having no say in important matters bothered him slightly (no, more than slightly), although at this point it’d be extremely rude to wrench his hand out of REL’s grasp and run home. So he kept up with her, lengthening his strides until he was almost leading her instead. She was definitely right in that he was sort of hungry (which was quickly proven as his stomach rumbled in agreement), and he wouldn’t mind eating something, even if it was with her. Especially if it was baklava. His mind calmed as he thought about the delicious pastry, his tense hand slowly loosening so that REL wouldn’t have to feel as if she were holding a mannequin.
Once they neared the café, he found that the girl had considerably changed her brisk, robust walk, having figured that perhaps he wasn’t about to leave just yet and was, rather than lingering behind her and putting on a petrified expression, slightly calm and collected and keeping up rather nicely. Well, at least it seemed that way. Although the change in walk was substantial, it had been subtle, nearly imperceptible, as if she were in denial and agreement at the same time.
“Appears to be a cozy place,” he offered, having wracked his brain for something to say to fill the silence. He wasn’t sure what made him more uncomfortable—REL or awkward silences.
“It does, doesn’t it?”
He nodded slowly, slipping his hand out of hers so he could open the door. As they walked through the entrance, over the threshold, the door chime jingled, followed by the sound click of a closing door. And now, in a sense, he was trapped. Hopefully, it wouldn’t be too bad. Be optimistic, he told himself, there’s no use in thinking the worst of things.
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Post by Chelsea Saughton on Mar 19, 2008 15:13:40 GMT -5
The trailing couple did a good job keeping themselves out of REL and Simon's radar. It was still technically Halloween, and having them dressed up and looking rather devious didn't seem all too out of place.
Peanut peered through the windows, careful as to not have either preps inside notice him, "Wonder what they're sayin'?"
"Larry... I think we should go back now." Roxy had a bit of a queasy feeling halfway through their trailing, frightened of the consequences should REL find them sneaking about and butting into their business. "We could get into a lot of trouble if she finds out."
"I ain't 'fraid of a girlie." He said, still focused entirely on the couple, "Should we go in?"
"Larry..."
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REL and Simon found a small cozy corner, away from the other customers who chattered in a rather obnoxious tone.
It wasn't long before a dark-haired woman came up to them with pen and paper in hand, "May I take your order, sweeties?"
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