AlteredTundra

Sum up your week in roleplaying in just 3 words

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Rosefell High.

_{A @HaleyTheRandom, @NeoAJ, and @metanoia Collaboration
Featuring Raven, Alina, and Hunter}
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Seeing Theo had clearly shaken Raven.

Completely floored by the thoughts running through her head, and the feelings coursing through her veins, Raven did her best to focus on Alina’s caring gesture. Standing there with her bottle of tequila in hand, Raven did her best to breathe.

Deep breath in, deep breath out. You’re fine. You’re fine. You’re fine.

Eyes darting back and forth between Alina, Hunter, and the crowd that was quickly forming near them, Raven felt her chest tighten even more. Forcing a smile, Raven reached for a few more items from the array of party favors.

”C’mon kids. Grab what you need and lets get the fuck out of here. I have an idea.”

Alina nodded and looked over at Hunter. She didn’t exactly know what she needed from this assortment of bottles but there had to be something that worked. She grabbed something she recognized as Sprite and something she didn’t recognize but hoped it was some sort of hard liquor in order to follow after her savior that needed saving. As well as a cup. Jumping to straight booze sounded like a bad plan. [color=]“You heard the lady. Take some things you think we’ll like and we’ll take this somewhere else.”[/color]

Hunter wasn’t often the first one to play follow the leader. Growing up, he led people into bad decisions, not allowed himself to get bossed around. But this wasn’t like being picked in his childhood by the neighborhood bully, Elijah Berg for being too small. Raven was nearly a foot shorter and she didn’t seem all bad, so Hunter wasn’t worried one bit.

As he grabbed a few unopened bottles of Jack Daniels and his twin cousins, Captain Morgan, Hunter also managed to snag a 2-liter of coke under his long arms. He followed the two girls away from the beverage station, away from the chaos of the party. Even as they went further away, Hunter heard the party getting louder behind him. He had half a mind to turn around, but he didn’t. He thought that whatever was happening back there wasn’t his top priority.

“So where are we heading?” Hunter asked, struggling somewhat to maintain a secured grip on all the bottles and liters in both of his hands.

Head held high as she led her Merry Band of Misfits, Raven was careful not to pay too close attention to what was going on around her. Afraid that she’d spot Theo once more, she kept her focus on the task at hand.

”The lake,” she simply stated. ”The Bakers have one in their backyard.” Both Raven and Alina had been to the Bakers’ house multiple times, and Raven had actually had the chance to get to know Christian’s parents. The young woman knew the layout of the Bakers property probably better than she did her own.

”I’m thinking twenty-one questions. Any other ideas? Objections?”

Alina looked at Raven, who she knew wouldn’t be the type to tee her up in such a game, but would be willing to scope out this new boy pretty quickly. “Yeah, I think I can handle it. Take a drink every time one of us laughs at an answer or something?” She turned her gaze back at Hunter. “Sound fair?”

Hunter gave a laugh, but then shrugged. “Sure. Why the hell not?” Another shrug. “It’s been way too long since I’ve played it. And, really, how could I say no when with beauts like you two?” Hunter knew Rico would have been proud of him for that one, which was probably why he found himself smirking like that crazy Spanish Casanova.

Still walking in the direction of the lake, Raven smirked as she listened to the two people behind her talk. It wasn’t a very long walk to the lake, but there was enough distance between them and the party to where Raven felt like she could take a breather. Not that many people were over by the lake, and the ones that were there were spaced out. Taking a seat at one of the picnic tables by the edge of the water, Raven sat down and took another drink of her tequila.

”So who’s up first? My vote is for Hunter.” As both Hunter and Alina looked at her and each other, the dark haired girl shrugged her shoulders. ”I mean, he’s the only guy here, so it made sense in my head?”

“Makes sense to me,” Alina confirmed, as she started to pour her acquired liquids into the red solo cup she held tightly to the table. She was no mixologist so her ratio of Sprite to… not Sprite, looked to be a bit off in favor of the not-so-bubbly drink. “Democracy rules, Hunter. Start us off.”

“Democracy, huh?” Hunter muttered in a breath, smirking at the two girls as he would take a preliminary sip of the bottle of whiskey in his hand.

He noted that the two girls each had their own poison. Raven opted for tequila. A solid choice for her sudden shift in mood. Earlier, Hunter had noticed she was on edge but still relaxed, if that made any sense. But something happened. Hunter wasn’t sure if she saw someone she didn’t want to see or if she just didn’t like him. He wanted to say she wasn’t against him and Alina talking. But who the hell knew, right?

And speaking of Alina, she stuck to her guns: Red Solo Cup Surprise. Anything could be in there and the thought made Hunter crack up in a chuckle.

“All right. Since it’s clear ladies first doesn’t apply, Raven!” Hunter’s dark eyes fixated on her, though relaxed mostly. “Since you’re the one who took us on this journey and even decided the game, what is your honest opinion of me? And no, Alina, don’t say anything about how sexy I am, because I know I am.” On some level, Hunter could just hear the two sets of eyes rolling after he stated that, but he stuck to it with a proud smirk. “So go on. I’m dying to know. Really, I am.”

Rosefell High.

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”You’re really going to stand there and act like you aren’t flirting with your Tramp of Choice?”

Nicholas rolled his eyes at his sister, not reacting either way to her comments about the breathtaking girl he chose to spend his time talking with. "First off, that wasn't very polite of you, Billie," Nicholas stated. He smirked at her with the full knowledge that he knew that she hated being called anything other than Billie Jean.

But then she came at him with a zinger. Oh what a wonderful observation she made: saying he had chosen below what he was worth as if she chose absolute winners. But Nicholas wasn't as jaded as his sister was. Nicholas wasn't the type to use those she chose to spend her night with against her. This was because Nicholas Grey was a well-mannered young man. This was because Nicholas Grey didn't antagonize. Most importantly, though, Nicholas Grey was having too much fun doing the bare minimum and he still managed to receive exactly what he wanted.

So as he watched his sister made "I'm going to murder this bitch" eyes at the remarkably cute redhead, a low, surprised "oh" left his lips as she snapped back at his sister.

Normally, he would be up in arms to go to his sister's defense.

Yes, normally Nicholas wouldn't be the idle observer role he was playing right now. He hated to admit it, but Billie Jean did have a solid point she raised earlier. Whenever he did turn up the charm and intended to seduce any redhead, he favored them over everyone else. But there was more to that right now.

As he listened and watched, he contemplated what he should do. What would have been a simple matter of him talking his sister down off the ledge she was committing in pushing them both off, when the object of his attraction so accurately stated her opinion, he found himself conflicted. He wanted to see this to the end, but in doing so would create complications. His sister wasn't the type to quickly forgive. Even if the person she was to hold a grudge over is her twin brother. On the other side, she's certainly overreacting and being dramatic just because she wants attention.

What to do? What to do?

Nicholas pondered for a few moments. And when he was finished, he stepped between the both of them. "That's quite enough." He glanced at his sister. "Relax, Billie Jean. It's not like before." Oh, it totally was, but he wasn't about to let her know that. He wanted to see where this went with her before he tested the waters. "Besides, why fight when we can drink?" He laughed and kept his eyes on his sister. "Or, in the middle of your rage, did suddenly decide you hate drinking more than whoever I take an interest in?"

Young Justice Renegades: A Team Worth Dying For

Apologies for my lack of a presence. A mix of mood swings and procrastination really set me back. But I've read all the posts and they were lovely. Next thing on the agenda is to roll relations out and finally post and maybe do something about not just being a lurker.
But uh..

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aw ;-; Conor <3

to be on topic, or promote a discussion -

What kind of music does your character enjoy? What would their theme song be?

@Stormflyx

This is the easiest question I think I can answer bout JD. He's a lover of 80s and 90s rock/music in general, so you can catch him rocking out to Twisted Sister, Nirvana, and if he's feeling it, you might hear California Love blasting from his room. As for his theme song, that's hard to pick, but I think @Sep picked a solid placeholder. Deff fits his vibe and overall demeanor: showy and obnoxious but totally dope at the same time.

Young Justice Renegades: A Team Worth Dying For

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You sure about that? I mean just trying to decipher the code usually takes longer.

Also, I don't forsee Conor joining in anyway, but he definitely won't if you decide on Harry Potter.

@Sep

sorry not sorry

And this is the perfect segway to say that I'm slowly making my way through relations. Though not up yet, I've got about four written up so far.

Young Justice Renegades: A Team Worth Dying For

Had a long day today that kept me mostly away from the guild. I promise I'll get a Johnny D post up tomorrow as well as updating relations!

Rangers

Yeah same. I'm patient and obviously rl comes first. I just hope OG is doing okay.

Rangers

@Akayaofthemoon

Pretty good. Think we're all just waiting on a Charlie post.

How are you doing?

Young Justice Renegades: A Team Worth Dying For

Really urgently important question!!

What is your characters favourite meal?

@Stormflyx

Johnny D loves his chili dogs and chili fries.

Edenridge

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The roaring sound of a red Harley Shorttail Cruiser parted with the I-195, majestically purring as it zipped past honking cars, to which a fiery blonde flipped them off. The honks became a distant noise among the passing cars, the rubber on the road that she heard as the wind howled around her, syncing perfectly with the loud thoughts Jade Taylor had pounding her head.

The entire between leaving the prison and driving along the I-195, Jade’s head had been pounding and pounding and pounding with thoughts about how close it was to that day. She couldn’t get Charlie out of her mind, but not the one who raised her since she was young enough to know that the ones who brought her into the world weren’t made to bring her up in it. No, Jade hadn’t been thinking about her tatted up, corny dad joke-teller, reason-she-loves-men-in-leather Uncle Charlie, but the one she abandoned. The one who found her in a time of darkness but couldn’t see he was drowning in his.

The Charlie who changed her life in childhood.

Yeah, that Charlie Decker.

She kept thinking about him even as she cut off several cars, took spots that sedans and SUVs thought were theirs. Even as she came into town, there was no stopping these regrets crawling up her spine, sending it crashing into the descendent of the iceberg that killed Leonardo DiCaprio and several others. The sinking ship that was her mental health was floating mere inches above the service.

“And it’s not even ten yet. Way too early for this shit.” Jade cursed herself into a right turn, leaving Northie territory. This wasn’t what she needed right now.

Revving over the tracks, Jade was on familiar grounds. Today was her day off, so there was no need for her to slow down as she saw Edge of Sin to her left. She chuckled as she noticed it was already full.

Yup, that seems right.

That thought carried her for a few more blocks.

Familiar territory brought a smile to Jade's lips. She remembered the days when she would just casually walk down these streets. It was strange because even though they were technically dangerous. Everywhere you looked, there were at least one of Rey Rey's corner boys, though back then it was Big Rey's corner boys. Regardless, if Jade literally anyone else, she would be targetted. The South Side wasn't a safe place for a young woman like Jade to be alone on, but everyone knew who she was. Even if they never met her, they knew. And that was because her Uncle Charlie had a great relationship with the Serpents. The Fallen Angels MC and the SSS were as close to being family as it got for gangs.

And that's why Jade felt safe lowering her guard when she came home.

But she wasn't going home.

Well, at least not yet.

Seven blocks from the rundown house that Jade has been calling home for the past seven years, Jade found herself slowing down on the intersection that was known as "Trinity Way". It was dubbed that for its unique triangle makeup design. Jade's Harley engine clicked off and as she got off and walked over to someone she didn't recognize, but they immediately knew her.

"You're Jade, right?"

With a laugh, Jade confirmed as she nodded. She stood about three feet in front of the man. He wasn't old old even by her standards. He wasn't as old as her uncle, but older than Rey Rey. But there was something about the way he spoke that made the blonde not feel threatened. He had the sort of visage that told you everything you needed to know: inconsistent facial hair, bags under his eyes, and cuts around his face. He was a brawler and he didn't always win. His blue eyes were faded in one eye. The color was more of a muted grey-blue. JAde took that as a reason to feel sorry for him.

"The one and only," she said, half-smiling, reaching into her back pocket and pulled out three twenty-dollar bills held together with a rubber band. "You got what I need?" Jade asked.

She could feel the man staring at her. It wasn't something she was unfamiliar with. Being a stripper, that happened. Being a girl who grew up in the South Side, she was used to it. But what struck her as strange was that, even as he reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a small bag of white powder that was small enough to fit between his index and middle finger.

"Just what the doctor ordered!" The man laughed and coughed when he did so too hard.

And an exchange of money and bag later, Jade was off, speeding down the streets.

And then when Jade was home, the door smashing behind her, she parked herself on the couch. Her place was a mess. It wasn't like a pig pen where cockroaches would be invited to bunk with her, but Jade exactly the kind of person to do spring cleaning. She couldn't afford the supplies she needed.

And of course, she says that as she spent sixty bucks on some coke.

Jade's priorities were clearly set straight.

As she sat on her couch, despite the age showing from how stiff the cushions were, Jade felt relaxed. Honestly, it was just great to be back home. It was a long morning for her. And that's not just counting her almost three-hour commute to the prison and back. That's not just counting the sexist correction officer who checked her out or how she had to fake a smile for her uncle.

No, that wasn't why.

"Those letters."

A thoughtful, drawn-out sigh left her lips and Jade dumped a quarter of the coke onto a glass plate in front of her, lining it up into a straight line. She rolled up a roller bill, packing it as tight as she could. With it in one hand and a rubber band in the other, she wrapped it around it making sure the bill was secure in its new form.

She stared down at the coke and as she did, she kept thinking about the first letter she received. And how she had teared up when she read them. Maybe it was to have a few moments, regardless what the reason was, to hear his voice in her head again. To know how his deep bravado sounded in the words she read. The context was hard for Jade to handle and even harder because...

"Because I let you down," she heard herself say, snorting the line in one go.

And the rush came.

And then it stayed, sending everything from Jade's golden roots to her manicured feet on fire with excitement and in a rush that was like feeling a dozen bolts of static course through her body. It was both a dangerous speed that she had longed for since she read the most recent letter and a yearning to feel something that wasn't the pain of guilt, that wasn't gnawing beast eating at her soul for...everything she didn't do or didn't say.

For however long the euphoric high lasted, Jade was free from the smell of ash that remained of the bridges she burned.