Blitz

Streets on Fire (Teen Gang-Centered RP)

There are other gangs, but it'd be hard to have a coherent storyline if we had 10 different characters belonging to 10 different gangs. Also, the police are cracking down mercilessly on the gangs as of late, so there's plenty of risk.

Streets on Fire (Teen Gang-Centered RP)

Streets on Fire (Teen Gang-Centered RP)

OOC THREAD HERE:http://www.roleplayerguild.com/posts/1388966

Go there if you want to join! :D

STILL LOOKING FOR INTEREST! You can post a CS if you're eager too. Skeleton is a few posts down.

Characters as of right now:

Deon Darth Desmond Saunders by Yoshiskittlez

Name: Deon Desmond Saunders
Nickname(s): Darth
Gender: Male
Age: 19
Gang: The Amaranth Wolves

Height: 5’11”
Weight: 168 lbs

Appearance:

Personality: Deon is a pretty cut-throat, brutal male that could be described as selfish and self-centered. He only looks out for number one (himself) however when his loyalty comes to be tested, he will do anything to prove he is better than anyone else. His hardened exterior can be chipped away though when a woman or two come into play, as he is a bit of a womanizer and has a pretty high sexual drive. He will, however, never put a woman in too high of a priority level, especially when his reputation is on the line of being a ‘bad boy.’

Short History: Born into a very poor family as the oldest, Deon was forced to start working at a very young age, therefore not able to experience much of any kind of child-hood. He had only his mother and younger sister for family; he had never once met his father getting the rather illustrious nickname ‘bastard child’ and his sister had a different father, who died when Deon was 11 years old in a car crash.

At first Deon was just a messenger boy, delivering secret messages to organization members that were more than a bit sketchy, but he knew better than to ask questions. The pay was poor and he was lucky if he didn’t get beaten by his boss on a daily basis, even if he delivered on time. As Deon grew up, however, he left the job as a messenger boy and started working in a slaughter house, butchering up the livestock into fresh meat and desensitizing him to the value of life in animals. Deon soon grew bored of killing animals however, and when he was 18 he got a job fighting in the ring at a local bar. He found that fighting others was something he enjoyed, even if a bit too much. Deon was on a pretty hot streak when he was then approached by a member of The Amaranth Wolves, and put his fighting career to the side to partake in something more fulfilling and…illegal.

Other: Deon has been with The Amaranth Wolves for over a year now and has quickly spread his name throughout New York as a deadly addition to the already merciless gang. He smokes cigarettes often and never passes up an opportunity to get drunk off his ass when his duties for the day have been met.

In case there was any doubt of his loyalty to The Wolves, Deon cauterized (scarification) his own representation of the gang's symbol to the opposite shoulder shown in the image above.

Angel Cecilia McBride by Blitz

Name: Angel Cecilia McBride
Nickname(s): None
Gender: Female
Age: 19
Gang: The Amaranth Wolves

Height: 5 feet 9 inches
Weight: 120 lbs.

Appearance:
Her body type gives her good agility.

Personality: A good leader. Cold. Cunning. Ruthless. A killer. Values the members of her gang. Holds strong morals. Is good at thinking and planning. Sometimes enjoys making things unnecessarily harder to “build character.” Often enjoys to play with her victims.

Short History: No one, not even Angel knows her complete story. In the earlier days of the Amaranth Wolves, a crying baby and a slip of paper with "Angel Cecilia McBride" scrawled on it was found outside their main hideout. No one knows who left the blonde baby there or why; but the Wolves couldn’t simply leave it there to die, so they took her in as a new member to their then small ranks. They raised her personally, and she grew up to be one of the most loyal members of the Amaranth Wolves. As far as she was concerned, her real family betrayed her, and the Wolves were her brothers and sisters now. She was a good fighter and was especially tough, qualities that caught the eye of the former leader, Hayden. What even made her more indispensable was her unseemly appearance: her cute, smiley outward appearance would often throw off her assailants, giving her a momentary upper hand. When Hayden suddenly got sick and died from an unknown disease, Angel, then 15, was chosen to be his successor and lead the Wolves with a strong hand. She has done an excellent job at strengthening the bonds within the gang and has been successful in getting food and other needed supplies through the years.

Other: None for now.

Jake Miles Cotton by Dark Wind

Name: Jake Miles Cotton
Nickname(s): Jay or Cotton.
Gender: Male
Age: 19
Gang: The Lost Ones

Height: Six foot, three inches.
Weight: 208 pounds.
Appearance:
Lots of scars on his back from his father’s beatings.

Personality: I guess one could say that Cotton is quiet. Reserved to himself. And when he speaks there is something off about him. But, at his core, kindhearted. Mysterious, hard to read. Clearly bothered by something.

Short History: New York was always Jay’s home. Although, he’d say that he didn’t have a home. No place to call his own. With a drug-addicted mother who overdosed and died, and an abusive father, Jake didn’t grow up normally. A few friends outside of home and school, but once he turned 16 his father didn’t argue about putting him into the military.

Jay enlisted into the military and became a well-trained soldier. He participated in the most recent war of the times. A three year conflict with Hungary known as Operation Titanfall. The bloodiest war in the history of the entire world.

When he returned home, his father was dead because of the economic crisis. With no hero’s welcome, little money, and no job, Jay had to find something new.That something new was the gang known as “The Lost Ones.” It seemed perfect for someone like him. A place to find direction. A new purpose.

What that purpose would be is unknown as of yet, but one thing is for sure. He’s not the same person anymore.

Other: He always carries a journal on hand.

Jillian Marie Valencia by TreueKaiserin

Name: Jillian Marie Valencia
Nickname(s): Jill the Ripper
Gender: Female
Age: 18
Gang: The Amaranth Wolves

Height: 162cm
Weight: 57kg

Appearance:

Personality: Jillian has an ISTP type personality, along with Antisocial Personality Disorder. Due to these two traits, she is usually seen as a loner, and can act coldly or even cruelly towards people around her, though she will still aid her comrades, if only because of the mentality of her gang. Because of her overconfidence, she often acts recklessly and comes off as cocky, though she very rarely lets down her guard, even around those considered to be her friends. In a fight, she starts calm, but her composure may begin to deteriorate as she loses herself in the heat of combat.

Short History: Jillian grew up in one of the more wealthy homes in Haven. She detested this life. At the age of ten, she murdered her family in their sleep with only a kitchen knife, then departed, taking nothing with her. Since then she has taken place in multiple gang related crimes and has joined up with the Amaranth Wolves, going by her alias Jill the Ripper, a nickname given due to her Victorian style outfits and her merciless killings.
Other: Jillian is an avid member of the steampunk subculture, and a bit of an idol within the underprivileged sections of the subculture. She is known for committing her crimes in full Victorian era clothing, and often photographing herself at the location of her crimes.

Deserae Joe Cunningham by Yoshiskittlez

Name:
Deserae Joe Cunningham

Nickname:
D.J.

Gender:
Female

Age:
17

Gang:
The Lost Ones

Height:
5'6"

Weight:
134 lbs

Appearance:


Personality:
D.J. is an extremely quiet individual, hardly speaking a word to anyone unless she absolutely has to. She doesn't seem to get agitated or irritated easily and has an unnaturally calm head on her shoulders with most situations.

Short History:
Very little is known about D.J. other than the fact that she's a loyal member of The Lost Ones and has been for quite a number of years. She hardly speaks a word to anyone in the gang and keeps to herself when she isn't expected to do anything relating to the gang. She spends most of her time at the gang's hideout, indicating that she has a really bad home life, or not one at all. More details about her past will be revealed in game.

Other:
None at this time

Hiroshi Rokuro Minato by Partisan

Name: Hiroshi Rokuro Minato (by traditional ''lets reverse our names'' Japanese policy, so his first name is Minato)
Nickname(s): None
Gender: Male.
Age: 17
Gang: The Lost Ones.

Height: 1,86m.
Weight: 71kg.

Appearance:

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Generally wears non expensive clothes. His standard apparel consists of a loose thin grey that flows freely, sometimes covered by a black jacket which has a grey hood attached. No, he doesn't wear the hood 24/7 like a bad-ass, that's like wearing shades inside. Under that is normal dark blue jeans with a tigh fit around the ankles, finished with some black boots. Nothing special, he definetely doesn't stand out and looks more like a generic gang member than anything. He's got a tattoo though, a colourful orange-yellow sleeve filled with flowers in asian style, with a koi amidst them. He is not the epitome of muscle and has no intent to be, but the way he lives almost forces him to be a bit more muscly and therefore he has a somewhat toned body, especially in the arms. Apart from that, no real ''big bodybuilder type body'' for him.

Personality: Minato is a respectful, modest young man. He follows orders and doesn't question them, that is not saying he doesn't have a mind of his own, he thinks about his actions and speaks freely, even to his elders and superiors. He enjoys music but doesn't listen to much English music, preferring Japanese rap and hiphop. Apart from that he doesn't have much passions, and he often feels like his life is pretty bland and boring, even though he's involved with the Lost Ones.

Short History: He was raised in an all boys school, where his parents had sent him. They lived in Japan but realized that with American education you could get further. After he arrived he was sent there, and lived there pretty much his entire live, the fees for his school being paid from afar. After the all boys school he went to a normal high school, pretty much a normal kid despite the environment that he lived in. Once he turned 17 and finished his high school experience, graduating without much trouble and pretty high-ish grades, his parents both passed away in the same month to natural reasons. He flew back for the funeral and services and all that, then flew back, to continue his life. He didn't feel pain or sorrow, or anger, he felt slightly indifferent because he hadn't really known them after all.

A few months later he enrolled in college and got an appartment, shared with two other guys. They were there the first day but then dissapeared, judging from the marks on their arms they were druggies and were probably somewhere having a blast injecting all that stuff into their arms, meanwhile their appartment rent was probably paid for by mommy and daddy, not knowing that their sons never even stayed there. It was fine with Minato, he had the place to himself and all was good. That's when he got involved with the Lost Ones, first doing a few jobs for them here and there to get together the money that his parents normally would've sent him for the rent. After that it turned to hanging out with a gang affiliated with the Lost Ones, sort of working under the Lost Ones so to say. It was mostly the shit jobs, do this, run there, grab this, bring it to this guy and take your money.

It was good money for the time, you spent maybe an hour on every job and walked away with a wage most men would work two hours for. It was all fine by Minato. He slowly got more involved with the gang and over the course of the year he got fully integrated with the Lost Ones, as one of the least known members. He hasn't got many contacts in the gang itself and isn't really up to par with most of them street-cred wise, but he's willing to change that.

Other: He's an able fighter, not that good but not bad either. His strength is in enduring hits, being able to take a lot of blows before he gives in. He has never handled weapons and truthfully he would never want to do so either, one of the reasons he doesn't really like the way the Wolves operate, not that he knows much about them.

His appartment is practically a dump, but it's his dump and he enjoys staying there, cleaning it and doing all sorts of stuff with it. Don't insult his dump. He also has a sister still living in Japan, contact is very vague and short but they still talk from time to time. She's 23 and doing way better than Minato. She knows about his situation and wishes for him to change that by moving back to Japan, but has not really made any attempts to help him money wise and since he barely knows her he doesn't really trust her enough to move back to Japan.

Logan Wellington by Irisity

Name: Logan Wellington
Nickname(s): Robot, Cash
Gender: Neither (Non-bindary/Agender, they feel they aren't either gender, but Logan goes by female pronouns)
Age: 16
Gang: The Amaranth Wolves

Height: 5'6"
Weight: 119lbs

Appearance:

Logan generally wears clothing that looked to be nice and new at once, but is now worn down by her work in the gang. She also wears combat boots all the time.

Personality: Logan is very pretentious about everything. She's still getting use to this whole gang thing. She's willing to kill, but you gotta buy her loyalty. She trust nobody in the gang. It's all for the money she gets out of it, not some bad blood. She is afraid she'll get too involved and sucked into the real violence. Who knows what she might get into?

Short History: Logan was born into a very rich and influential family in New York. Her father owned stocks and her mother was the mayor. She was a pampered little brat; she had never worked a day in her life. Her hands were smooth and her fingernails were clean back then. Then when her father went bankrupt and her mother was assassinated, she had to lift her own weight. They lost the large mansion, the servants. She even had to drop out of her torturing sessions, for they had no money to pay the teacher. She put her father in a homeless shelter and promised him she would bring back the good old days and fortune. She cut her hair and changed her name from Lila to Logan the day she joined the gang.

Other: She's an aromantic asexual agender (aromantic means no romantic attraction, asexual means little to no sexual attraction, and she feels that she has no gender but she still goes by female pronouns), so people call her Robot because of that. They call her cash because they know she once had money.

John Blake by Enalais

Name: Johnathan Blake
Nickname(s): John
Gender: Male
Age: 19
Gang: The Lost Ones

Height: 6'0 ft
Weight: 175 lbs

Appearance: Johnathan

Personality: Quiet, Slightly Insane, But with a strong since of justice he keeps to himself

Short History: After his brother joined the lost ones and died, Johnathan found himself alone his mother long since gone and his father having killed himself after losing his job, he got approached by the police who questioned him about his brother but he couldn't reveal much, but the police had a great idea since his brother had been in the lost ones it would be easy for him to get into the lost ones and inform on their activities the police let him go and he went off to join the lost ones.

Other: John is a police informant.

Atticus Deschain by Prince Potter

Name: Atticus Hector Deschain

Nickname(s): None anymore. 'Atty' by his little sister.

Gender: Male

Age: 19

Gang: The Amaranth Wolves

Height: 5’10”

Weight: 156 lbs

Appearance:

Personality:
Atticus is a quiet and reserved teenager who likes to smoke Tower Cigarettes, organically grown and with more tobacco than standard smokes. He is genuinely kind-natured and empathic, leading some to question why he would run with a gang as vicious as the Amaranth Wolves. He found companionship with them after his methods were deemed ‘too brutal’ by the Lost Ones. Though he has only recently joined up with them, his loyalty to the pack is near iron. He will give everything for the Wolves, but he demands the same in return of his companions.

While Atticus is generally kind and caring, it is during situations of high stress such as combat that he seems to melt into a husk of a person. His eyes seem to both glaze over and see everything at once. He seems to have no passion, no emotion, nothing but a cold blank stare. His actions can be merciless and swift in this state, moving nearly as a blur. Many have learned to fear him when he is ‘focused’.
Atticus is slow to trust others, as he has been alone for most of his life.

Other:

Atticus has killed two people so far, one being a Lost One, and the other being a cop. For as long as Atticus could remember, he had taken care of his little sister Lilly in their alleyway home. Yet one day, after he had been kicked from the Lost Ones for his ways, his sister was hungry and had no food, so Atticus decided to mug the first person to come through the alley with his knife. It happened to be a Lost One, and they got in a fight. A cop found them and broke it up, attempting to take both of them back to the station. Yet Atticus was able to stab the cop repeatedly, killing him.

Then he took the cops pistol and shot the handcuffed Lost One, placing the knife on the corpse’s body. He threw the gun back to the police officers corpse and fled, arranging the scene so it looked they killed each other. He saw more police arrive, and take away his sister to be put into foster care. Though Atticus doesn’t wish to admit this, these memories haunt him.

In the grim underbelly of New York City in the year 2200, there are the fiends of our lives. Gangs. They do what they need to do to survive. Without families, who will a kid turn to in this time of crisis? They have their gangs and nothing else. Lie, cheat, steal… Kill. Only the fittest will survive.

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The RP will be centered around multiple teenage characters with a vast array of problems and the gangs they belong to, and how they survive. Those who wish to join will have a choice between joining either The Lost Ones or The Amaranth Wolves, which are rival gangs in New York. These are not the only two gangs in the city, but they are the most prominent and have the most well-known rivalry.

As far as the setting is concerned, it will obviously take place in New York City, but imagine most of it looking like the Bronx (abandoned buildings and streets, graffiti, etc.), except for a small, posh area called the Haven where the kids like to screw with the aristocracy. This is in the future, but the technology hasn’t advanced much as the economy has crashed long ago, causing the plague of poverty to descend upon almost every family. There is still, however, some sense of order within the city as the police do still snoop around and try to stop the child gangs from wreaking havoc on the rest of the city.

The two rival gangs are not very similar. They both have stress slightly different values and don’t run the same.

The Lost Ones are open, inclusive, and stress togetherness in a sense that does not bind one to the group or exclude them. Formless and leaderless. Aimless except in the search of survival and guidance. They are everyone, and they are no one. The goal is survival through means based in morality. No killing, and no stealing. But, if it came down to it, they will use physicality to get what they need to survive. Incapacitate, do not kill. Will their lack of a killer’s mentality be a savior, or their downfall?

The Amaranth Wolves, on the other hand, are a more exclusive gang. They do not let just anybody join their gang; not for elitist reasons or what have you, but for their lack of trust in outsiders. They have a pack mentality and any one member would die for the rest. They place their trust in a leader and they work toward a common goal. However, the Wolves aren’t quite as tender as The Lost Ones. They have no problems with breaking the law, or killing for that matter, and their way of approaching problems can be quite risky.

I will be playing the leader of the Amaranth Wolves, whereas Dark Wind will be a member among the ranks of The Lost Ones. We will be co-GM’ing the thread. It would be ideal for both gangs to have an equal number of players.

If enough interest accumulates, we will put up an OOC and the first IC post, which will be a collaborative piece between Dark Wind and me (We haven’t officially decided that yet). After that, you all can post your character sheets and we’ll go from there.

Some very interesting plots can develop with this. :D

Dark Wind and I are here to answer questions as well.

EDIT: Because I am an overachiever, I already have my character mostly done. If you want some information on her for whatever reason, shoot me a PM and I'll give you some insight. Dark Wind also has his character mostly figured out as well, but I wouldn't go bothering him with PMs as of right now. (He's not online now and I don't want him getting mad at me for random PMs, hehe. ^^;

Tomorrow Gets Easier [Dark Wind and Blitz]

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Tomorrow Gets Easier [Dark Wind and Blitz]

Beep beep, beep beep, beep beep!

Once Silas’s phone had struck 8:30am, the terribly annoying alarm sound rang out next to his bed like a damn foghorn. No matter how scholarly Silas was, he despised waking up early, especially on the weekends. It was wasn’t his thing. He groaned loudly from his sheets and picked up his phone, squinting against its bright light.

“I’ve got a couple minutes…” he muttered before hitting the snooze button and dropping his head immediately back down.

Unfortunately, not five minutes later, the alarm blared again.

“Shut the fuck up!”

Resisting the very strong urge to hurl the device across the room, Silas picked up his phone again and finally turned the alarm off. He sat up tiredly in his bed with his head hung and remained there for a few seconds. Of course, his perception of time was totally warped, and he suddenly snapped back into reality, thinking he had fallen back asleep. He quickly snatched up his phone and saw the time was still 8:36. With a half-sigh half-groan, he got up from his bed.

Silas’s room was a rather messy one. It wasn’t too big but held enough space for his bed, a desk, a decent-sized closet, a dresser, and two windows. The rest of the space was filled up by scattered papers, various articles of clothing, empty water and Gatorade bottles, pens, lacrosse gear, and electrical wires, which he always had to be careful not to trip on.

Rubbing his eyes, he shuffled into the bathroom and took a speedy shower, quickly got dressed, and came downstairs. He wondered if he needed to bring anything to detention. Probably nothing, but he decided to bring his backpack and a copy of Brave New World to keep him from getting too bored.

“Good morning, sweetie.”

Silas looked up to see his mom sitting at the kitchen table, looking down at him.

“Are you going somewhere?”

Silas stood up and shouldered his backpack. He quickly checked the time and looked back to is mom with a smile.

“Yeah, I’m going to a friend’s house to do some homework.”

“Oh, is it one of your lacrosse friends?”

Silas laughed at that thought.

“No, it’s a new student. Her name is Terra. She’s from North Carolina too.” Silas felt a tug in his stomach when he mentioned her name.

“That’s very nice of you to hang out with the new girl,” Cheyenne Slater replied with a quaint smile. “How is she doing adjusting to the new school and everything?”

Silas looked away from a moment and remember how quickly Terra managed to cram over 200 kids into her house for a party.

“She’s doing pretty good,” Silas answered honestly, but with a smirk. “Where’s dad?”

“At the firm, as usual. You just missed him. I’m about to get ready for work too.”

Silas nodded and went to the refrigerator.

“Want me to make you something?” she asked.

“No, I’m in a hurry,” Silas said, quickly grabbing two apples that had been chilling in a drawer. He stuck one inside his backpack and held the other in his mouth while he got the rest of his things ready and went to the door.

“Don’t wait up!” he shouted before running out.

Silas was thankful now more than ever that he lived so close to the high school. It was just a short, 5-minute walk away, give or take. His clock just struck 9:00 when he opened the door to room 202, inside which sat only Ms. Fierro.

“Umm, hi,” he said awkwardly to get her attention. She was sitting at the desk, reading a magazine and looked up to regard him.

“Hello Mr. Slater,” she said emotionlessly. “Please take a seat while we wait for someone who I can only assume is running fashionably late.”

Silas double-checked to make sure Terra wasn’t there, and sat down uncomfortably in one of the first-row desks, looking down silently.

Her very first Saturday morning detention. Terra was a bit impressed with the whole idea, and angry. Not that she didn’t deserve it, she knew she did. Even if she made good points to Katrina, she also knew that there were some things someone just should not do while in school. Almost having sex was one of them.

Terra didn’t doubt that her father would find out somehow. She knew Katrina had to end up calling him up and letting him know. Sure enough, she did. It was a return to a bunch of yelling and arguing the moment she had gotten back home from school. True to form, she ignored him the best she could and returned his yells. There was never a time Terra ever let Landon scream just by himself. But, when she did, she did it to purposefully to annoy him.

This morning, Terra knew she had to get up by herself. No help from Landon. She took a shower, ate breakfast and put on a sweater and a pair of short shorts. Grabbing her signature flat brim and sunglasses, she went upstairs to brush her teeth.

Once that was all settled, she was ready to leave. But, to get a little revenge, although it wasn’t really revenge. It was more like her way of playing daughter pranks on her father. Terra went into Landon’s room and changed his alarm from 12:30 to 9:10AM. Clicking the buttons to set it didn’t take long. It was seconds later that she was out the door and headed to the school.

She skateboarded all the way there, listening to her music. Not caring about rules, Terra continued to skate down the hallway to detention, knowing Katrina would hear her loud ruckus. Once she finally made it to the door, Terra kicked her board up. She opened the door and had her iPod on such full blast that she couldn’t hear Katrina, or Silas. But, they could hear her music.

Terra smirked when she looked at Ms. Fierro. Her eyes went from her to the clock, and once it turned to 9:01, then she stepped in. Walking to her seat, popping her earbuds out and then sitting down at last.

Katrina and Silas collectively stared at Terra as she stood in the doorway, although Katrina more glared at her. Finally she walked in, and demonstrated to everyone that she was, indeed, one minute late.

“Good morning, Terra,” Katrina said calmly, with her hands now folded on top of her desk.

“Yeah, whatever.” Terra flipped her hair over her shoulder with extreme attitude. Looking at the clock. She did her best to act apathetic about the whole thing.

Katrina frowned and checked her watch.

“All right, you’re both free to go at 11am, okay? Until then, just… don’t cause me a headache.”

Silas glanced over to Terra anxiously but looked away again.

“Um… Hi, Terra,” Silas said quietly, still looking away.

Terra smiled at his shy boy struggles.

“You need to relax, Silas. Are you afraid of me or something?”

Silas shook his head with a laugh.

“What, no? Well, maybe a little, I guess. I mean, not to say that you’re scary or anything,” he laughed nervously and Katrina looked up at him, raising an eyebrow. “It’s just, you know, I don’t know.” He laughed again and realized he had just rambled complete nonsense. He stopped laughing and looked down.

“Uhh… Yeah.”

Terra watched him ramble on and on, laughing nervously. She cocked her head to the side inquisitively. Even catching Katrina’s raised eyebrow. Either she wanted them to shut up, or they both were enjoying Silas’ lack of experience with girls. Still, Terra thought it was one of the most charming and cute things she’d seen in a while.

She smiled. “Thanks for that, Silas. I think. Uhh, yeah.” Terra mocked him playfully, exaggerating her head movements to look down and twiddle her thumbs before breaking out into a light laugh.

“You’re cute, ya know that? And sweet. And handsome…” She leaned over a little bit.

“And a great kisser…” Terra whispered.

Katrina dropped her magazine on the desk.

“Hey, watch it over there, Miss Attraction,” she said, staring at Terra with a scowl. “I can hear everything you’re saying. I don’t want to have to give you detention again. Or worse. Seriously guys, c’mon. I don’t want to be here either. As soon as it’s 11, you two can go… make out behind a dumpster or whatever it is you teens do now.”

Silas looked over at Terra, surprised she had said that about him. Was she serious? He got that uncomfortable feeling in the pit of his stomach again, and he quickly diverted his attention by reaching into his backpack and pulling out Brave New World and his second apple.

Terra stuck her tongue out at Katrina. Despite being a senior in high school, she intended to be a complete child at the moment. She folded her arms and let out a loud “Hmph.” Turning her head to the side in defiance, with a noticeable smirk.

Soon, the silence built up in the room. Terra turned her head back up to the front to look at Ms. Fierro. “So, Kat-... Miss Fieeeerrroooo,” She said, exaggerating her name for fun, “How much do you still love my dad?”

Katrina opened her mouth in shock.

“Terra,” she gasped. “What on earth made you think of such a question? I mean, I still love your father. I really do care about him, of course.”

“Oh come on, Miss F. Don’t talk around the question like you don’t know I have a reason to talk about it or ask you about it. Be honest. I mean, looking at you. Thinking about you when you were in college. The sex must have been pretty great. Right?”

Katrina stood up from her desk suddenly.

“What is with you and always having your mind on sex?” she exclaimed.

“I’m a seventeen year old girl about ready to head to college. There’s these things called hormones for us ‘crazy teenagers’ that you adults like to talk about. I’m pretty sure you were just like me in a lot of ways.” Terra shrugged at Katrina’s comments.

Katrina smirked, sitting back down in her chair with a tired sigh.

“Not as much as your mother was,” she said flatly.

Silas looked up from his book when he heard this, glancing to Katrina then to Terra, somewhat confused. But he decided not to say anything.

“I guess you’re right though,” Katrina supposed. “But even your mother had… some self control.”

“I’ve never even had sex yet… Miss Fierro…”

Katrina shook her head and held up her hand to her.

“Enough about sex!” she said quickly. “You’re starting to give me that headache I warned you about earlier. Just… do something quietly or change the subject. I’m your counselor, but I really don’t need to know your entire sex life unless it was horribly traumatic.”

She shrugged. “Well, you said self-control. I was just trying to prove a point that my mom was probably more wild than me. She was, because I would know.” Terra stated flatly. But, she continued on. “In that case… how about a fun counseling question. Were you jealous of her?”

Katrina inhaled deeply and looked upwards as if toward Kaelyn’s spirit. She flipped her hair a little bit and ran her fingers in it.

“I can’t say I wasn’t jealous at all,” Katrina admitted, still looking upwards. “But as you would know, your father and her were a picture-perfect couple, and not in a cheesy way. I sometimes think they were simply made for each other.”

Terra nodded. She hoped to get under her skin, but Katrina was well put together. Probably why she was a counselor after all. So, she decided to give her a break.

“What kind of counseling advice do you give to kids whose mothers died in car crashes on their own birthday. With alcoholic fathers who forget that they’re fathers?” She asked her extremely specific question.

“We already discussed this,” she said in a quieter voice, looking at Silas. Thankfully, he looked too engrossed in the book to care.

“You said your father was going to some classes, right?”

“Yes. I’d rather someone just lock him in a room and force him to go cold turkey for a week.”

Katrina shook her head.

“He’d crave it more than ever after an experience like that. Someone like him… has to be eased off it. After all, it’s not like he’s an abusive father; or a terrible one at that.”

“Not abusive, sure. Terrible? Well what do you mean? He certainly hasn’t been a ‘present’ dad for most of the past year. And, I’d tell you stories about him asking for beers rather than listening or giving me advice about things that were affecting me. But, you’d just be too busy taking his side. Because, he’s an adult. He knows everything…” Terra spat out, sarcastically. Clearly getting incensed just thinking about it.

“I am not taking his side,” Katrina replied. “I’m just pointing out that he could be so much worse. He could be abusing worse substances. The trauma of losing his wife could have literally driven him insane. He could’ve just abandoned you if he wanted to.”

“I know that, but it’s easy for you to say that. You don’t have your father telling you that he doesn’t want to look at you! Yes, he was so drunk one night that he couldn’t even look at me. I don’t care if I look like my mother, it’s not a fucking excuse…”

“Well, he has a problem,” Katrina stated simply. “A problem that can be solved, too. Besides, Terra, that isn’t how he really is. Think about him before the accident. I’m sure you two were much closer then.”

“We were. And I think he would like it that way, but he isn’t going to get a ‘good’ daughter until he actually shows some desire to change.”

Katrina looked at Terra closely for a moment, reading her.

“So you’re only acting crazy to get back at him for having an addiction?”

“Sure, if that’s how your psycho-analyst mind sees it. Go with that observation.”

Katrina shrugged.

“You pretty much just admitted to it,” she stated simply. “At any rate, I’m done having this discussion with you. There’s only so many Advil I can take at once.”

“I went behind my dad’s back and got Effexor from my doctor.” Terra stated. She unzipped her bag and pulled out the familiar black container of pills. Red label plastered around it. She put it on the desk for Katrina to see.

“I tried one. I felt numb. Uhh… Do you mind just taking them and I don’t know. They scare me and I don’t want my father to know…”

Silas looked up at her surprisedly, and Katrina had stifled a gasp with her hand over her mouth.

“Did you take that before or after I told you about your mother?” she breathed.

“I didn’t take them because you told me about how my mother took them, okay? I took them because I wanted to get a grip on myself… I just didn’t realize that they make you. I don’t know. Cold?”

Katrina stood up and grabbed the box of pills from Terra’s desk. She scrutinized the label with a look of nausea on her face before taking it back to her desk and putting it into her purse.

“Those aren’t meant for people to take,” Katrina sighed. “They’re way too potent.”

---

After that heavy conversation, the rest of the detention was mainly quiet but not all that awkward. Finally, after what seemed like the longest two hours, the time was 11:00am. They were free to go.

Katrina checked her watched at this time and stood up.

“Well, you two, I hope you learned your lesson,” she said. “Which was…?” She looked mainly at Terra intently.

“Don’t almost have sex in a locker room.” Terra shrugged. Before finally being serious. “Okay, fine. Self-control. Don’t be a slave to our passions, blah blah.”

Katrina smiled. “Actually, I was just looking for the locker room answer, but now I know you maybe learned something after all. All right. You can go. I don’t want to catch you two like that a third time, okay?”

Silas shut his book with an exhale and packed it inside his backpack. He stood up and smiled to Katrina.

“Thanks again, Miss Fierro,” he said quietly.

Terra rolled her eyes and just gave Katrina a little wave before turning for the door. “Me and Silas will be underneath the bleachers this afternoon.” She teased and continued out of the library. Out into the hallway, waiting for Silas to catch up to her.

She knew he wanted to follow her.

Indeed he did. Silas came out of the room looking around and caught sight of Terra. With a smile he came up to her and walked beside her.

“So, um, my parents are at work right now, and I live like five minutes away…” he told her. “We can hang out there… I mean, if you’re not busy or anything. I might need some help on that chem lab.”

She wanted to facepalm that was probably the least subtle way anyone could ask a girl over to their house. He basically could have just asked her to make out. Terra just started to laugh and took off her sunglasses for the first time all day so he could see the soft glint in her eyes as she laughed.

“Sure, I’ll come over.”

Silas couldn’t help but grin stupidly at her when she accepted his offer. He was almost tempted to fist pump and go ‘Yeah!’, though he resisted. So, he lead her back to his house in the late morning sun and showed her into the kitchen where he walked over to the fridge.

“Want something for lunch?” he asked, staring inside and rummaging around.

Terra looked around Silas’ house. It was nice. Very homey feeling to it. She paused as he looked through the fridge. Like stalking her prey, she quietly walked up behind him and then jumped on his back trying to get a piggy back ride. Nibbling at his neck and kissing him.

Silas yelped in surprise when Terra snuck up on him and jumped on his back. Not wanting to topple backwards, he grabbed her legs and fell into her piggy back trap as she continued to nibble at and kiss his neck.

“So is that a no on lunch?” he asked, trying to keep his face clear from her lips.

Terra sucked on his neck with the intention of giving him a hickey. She laughed against his skin when he brought up lunch. Her hat had fallen off at this point. “Mm, I’m thinking this is lunch.” She said with a smirk.

Silas tried to get his neck away from her.

“Hey, I don’t want a big, black, ugly hickey for my parent’s and Katrina to see,” he said to her. “If you keep it up I will drop you off my back in a heartbeat.”

“Then why don’t you try and take control of the situation, shy boy?” Terra nibbled his ear, teasing him. Challenging him to do something.

Silas sighed.

“Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

With that, he dropped her legs and pried the arms around him off.

Terra squealed in surprise. She didn’t fall by herself because she grabbed him by the back of his shirt as she fell. Causing them both to hit the ground. Silas’d end up on top of her when they fell to the floor.

Silas yelled in surprise as well and before he knew it he was on top of her on the wooden floor, his face right over hers.

“Sorry,” he laughed embarrassedly. “Are you hurt?”

“Right here…” Terra pouted and pointed to her lips. “Can you help make it better?”

Silas furrowed his brows.

“You do realize kissing a wound won’t actually make it any better,” he said with a cunning smirk.

“It’s about the mental healing, babe. So, shut up and kiss me.” She smirked back at him.

Silas’s heart fluttered when she called him babe.

“I do actually need help on the chem lab, y’know,” he said before lowering his head to kiss her lightly on the lips.

Terra gripped his hair and kissed him hard on the lips. “I know…” She alternated one of his lips. “We’ll take care of it… when… we can…” She said, breathing for air whenever she could in the midst of their make-out session.

Silas kissed her back for a few more seconds before breaking away and getting off her to stand up.

“Well, if we’re going to procrastinate, we should at least do so on my bed or something,” he said, scratching his head, wondering if that was subtle enough.

She laughed at his words and got up after him. Slipping her hand into his and squeezing tight, she looked into his eyes. “Lead the way, sir.” Terra said with a smirk.

Silas grinned and lead her up the stairs into his bedroom, where he released her hand in horror, realizing how messy it was.

“Whoa, sorry… about… all this…” he said as he desperately tried to pick up a couple pairs of boxers and and lacrosse gear and throw them into his closet.

Terra quickly ran over behind Silas and grabbed him. She turned him around and passionately, as though she couldn’t control herself, made out with him.

“It’s about to get a lot messier in here…” She whispered, closing her eyes for another kiss.

Silas got another rush of adrenaline when she started to kiss him again, this time like never before. He could hardly keep up with her, but he loved every second of it. He reached down and grabbed her shirt again, knowing that this time it would stay off.

He pulled it off her gently and dropped it to the ground and continued to kiss her. He led her backwards with his body and finally pushed her onto his bed, where he was now on top again.

“I like your crazy bras,” he laughed between a kiss.

“Do you have a condom?” Terra asked between their kisses.

Silas stopped kissing her immediately.

“What?” he asked with a frown, looking down at her incredulously. “A condom? Are you kidding me?”

“Silas, you are this close to getting lucky. Don’t blow it.” Terra smiled and kissed him on the lips gently.

“Yeah, but I wasn’t exactly anticipating this,” he admitted, now feeling bad. “Besides… don’t you kinda want to… you know, take it slow? We’re both sorta new to this.” He looked at her and smiled softly, hoping he’d convinced her.

“Fuck, Silas… Why do you have to make me feel bad about it now? You probably think I’m a slut, now.” Terra frowned and pulled herself away from him.

“No, no, no...” Silas said, trying to keep her steady. “I don’t think you’re not a slut… I actually was about to ask you the same thing, in the heat of the moment.”

He reached down and pulled his shirt off before turning back to stare into her beautiful eyes.

“There’s no rush this time,” he whispered.

Terra relaxed and smiled. Gazing back into his eyes and taking a deep breath. She leaned up a little towards him to give him a light kiss before giving a little space. Her hands moved to her back, reaching for the clasp of her orange, revealing bra.

She gave him a light smirk and unclasped it…

Silas froze and his face turned into an expression of grief

“Wait. My mom comes home for lunch around this time,” he breathed, looking at the door. After a few seconds of waiting, he broke into laughter and turned back to her.

“I’m kidding. No one’s going to come in this time…”

*fade to black*

Tomorrow Gets Easier [Dark Wind and Blitz]

literally where you can even get dinner at nearly 11pm? hooters?

Tomorrow Gets Easier [Dark Wind and Blitz]

Soon enough, class had ended. Working chemistry as partners was not as hard as Terra first imagined it being with Silas. They may have had their fights and troubles to begin this odd friendship or whatever it was. But, they definitely handled fire like pros. Well, Silas was a bit troubled by Terra playing around with the gas and the flame. But, that’s just part of life. She still did all her work correctly, and helped record the numbers. After it was finished, the bell rang and lunch was ready.

Terra quickly breezed past Eric and the other lacrosse bro’s and cruised into the lunchroom. She might be meeting up with Silas, but she still wanted a snack. Quickly grabbing two bags of chips and a gatorade, she made her way out of the lunchroom. Scoping out the hallways like a true ninja, Terra slipped past multiple teachers and the principal. Last but not least, she happened to see Katrina in the hallway near the gym lockers. She muttered underneath her breath because she knew she’d have to come this way and she’d be caught. But, Ms. Fierro was busy talking to another teacher. Watching them carefully, when both their eyes were distracted from that hallway jump, Terra silently ran as fast as she could to the other side. Finding her way into the lacrosse locker room. Sitting on the bench, waiting for Silas.

Silas, on the other hand, was not expecting Terra to bolt out of the classroom so quickly. He thought they were going to go to the locker room together, but clearly her stomach spoke to her more loudly than her judgement. And sympathy, because Silas was totally having an anxiety attack about going into the lacrosse locker rooms.

First, he followed Terra’s lead and headed to the cafeteria. He looked around at all the food items, but he didn’t feel hungry. He actually felt quite nauseous, but he knew he needed to eat because he wouldn’t get to have anything until after lacrosse practice that afternoon. So, he tentatively picked a bag of chips and a wrapped sandwich and paid for them quickly before stuffing them into his backpack. As he turned to head for the door, he heard someone call his name.

“Hey, Silas!”

Silas froze in his tracks and turned to see Eric walking toward him with his own lunch in hand. Silas frowned and cursed his rotten luck. Why can’t anything ever go smoothly? Although, he supposed he was glad Terra wasn’t with him at that moment.

“What’s up?” Silas asked, turning to face him.

“You wanna come sit with us?” Eric asked casually, nodding toward a nearby table of lacrosse players and some slutty-looking girls. Silas glanced at the table with a pained expression and turned back to Eric.

“Sorry, Eric, I can’t,” Silas replied. “I need to meet a teacher for some extra math help. I’m already lost on this whole ‘calculus’ concept.” He laughed.

Eric looked at him suspiciously for a second, but then smiled.

“I know right? Screw that calculus shit, though. But, at least you care about your grades, so I can respect that,” he said. Silas nodded and smiled.

“Yeah,” Silas said. “I’ll catch up with you at practice.”

Finally, he managed to get away unscathed. That was a close one. However, his mission was far from over. He still had the extremely risky task of getting into that locker room without being noticed by the other teachers that seemed to wander the hallways like security goons.

He poked his head out of the cafeteria doors, and the halls seemed clear. Silas made his way quietly, his mind on alert. Finally, the doors of the locker room came into sight, and he hadn’t even seen a teacher on the way. Maybe it was his lucky day.

“Where are you going, Mr. Slater?”

...Or not.

Silas whirled around to see Ms. Fierro looking intently at him. It was a painful reminder that she still worked at the school, a reminder that Silas could’ve done without.

“Miss Fiero, I--” Silas began to try to explain himself.

“You know the athletic locker rooms are off-limits during the day, don’t you?”

Silas’s face turned crimson.

“Miss Fierro, it’s just, I left some of my gear in there on Friday and I need to make sure it’s still in there.”

Katrina stared at him intently, but she concluded with a sigh that she had probably already given him enough of a scare.

“All right then, Silas,” she said, turning and beginning to walk away. “Sorry for interrogating you.”

“It’s okay,” Silas laughed nervously before he turned and quickly went into the locker room to see Terra there, sitting on the bench. She had been waiting for him, obviously.

“Sorry for taking a little longer than expected,” he said shakily, still visibly nervous from his last two encounters. He smiled and sat down next to her with a shaky sigh and opened up his backpack to take the food out.

“So, what made you decide to ask me to eat lunch in here?” he asked, taking a bite out of the egg-salad sandwich.

Terra nodded and then shook her head at Silas’ apology. “You don’t have to apologize for yourself. I’m not your parents. Or your girlfriend.” She said simply and took a crunch out of one of her chips. “You had to get past Eric and Mrs. Fierro. While I slipped by Mrs. Fierro too. She’s everywhere lately. I feel like she’s watching me and is getting paid by my father.” She laughed a little at the ridiculousness of the idea.

“And, I don’t know.” Terra shrugged, eating more of her chips and watching him eat. Comfortably sitting with each other in the calmness and isolation of the locker room. It was nice. “Figure it’s nice and quiet. Kind of pleasant. Not too many people chatting loudly or being obnoxious. It’s just you and me.” She took another bite that emphasized that last sentence.

Getting up and throwing the first empty bag into the trash, she took a sip from the fountain. Bent over and giving Silas an interesting view. Terra quickly wiped her mouth and then turned around to look at Silas devilishly. She strutted towards him with a little bit of a sway. Sitting on his lap and using one hand to grab his sandwich to place it back down next to them. Another hand curling into his hair as she rested her forehead against his. Dangerously close.

“Of course… There were other reasons too.” She smirked and closed her eyes to kiss him on the lips.

Silas couldn’t help but stare when Terra leaned over to get a drink from the water fountain. He looked over momentarily and her bag and saw she had bought a Gatorade. So she was teasing. Well, she was certainly doing a good job.

When Silas looked back up to her, she was walking toward him with a lot sway in her step, and she admitted that there were “other reasons” for which she wanted to be alone with Silas in the locker room. And with that, she leaned in to kiss him after sitting on his lap and getting very close to his face. Naturally, Silas’s heart began to speed up, but he tried to control his nerves. A split second before Silas kissed her back, he realized that he should’ve guessed this was going to happen, mostly because of that winky face she left on her note.

He kissed her back passionately and kept his hands on her back. He was enjoying the kiss for a second before he pulled away, breathless.

“Wait,” he said after a quick gasp for air. “Are we… having a thing right now?” He looked into her eyes but was smiling stupidly.

Terra was pleasantly surprised that Silas was so receptive to her kiss. He proved to be very passionate and that had caused her to squeal a little against his mouth. It felt like forever, the amount of time they were there in that small moment. But, of course Silas had to have one of his stop moments. Terra breathed along with him heavily. She just rolled her eyes, smiled and laughed. “Yes, we’re having a thing right now, Silas. Now stop talking about the moment and start living in it.” She pulled his head back to hers.

Her lips crashed against his with heated passion. That of young love. She moaned against his mouth, the vibration sending an electric chill through his body and hers as well.

Silas felt that electric chill and he loved it. Not being able to control his analytical tendencies, he absently thought that this must be what lust felt like. Or maybe… something else? Hah, of course not. That was just… absurd. They were simply two teens “having a thing”... Or perhaps “friends with benefits” would be a good term for it too. There was nothing sentimental about it, at all.

But something about that thought was worrying to Silas. He didn’t want to just hook up with someone repeatedly for no reason but to hook up…

Still though, he continued to make out with Terra there on the bench for a good minute or two, but his mind kept wandering. Finally, he mentally commanded himself to stop overthinking the situation and to live a little. Maybe it’ll help him fit in a little more.

So, that’s exactly what Silas did. In the spur of the moment, he broke away from the kiss and reached down at the edges of Terra’s shirt.

“Remind me again… Where we left off,” he said quietly, beginning to lift up the shirt, exposing part of her stomach.

Terra happily continued locking lips with Silas. Right in the middle of school where no one could see them. But, the idea of getting caught only added to the moment. She felt right about this, finally someone who could be her ‘no strings attached’ buddy. And, Silas was just a good guy she could easily be friends with too. It was a good trade off in her mind. Physical with the rest of talking and emotional needs. Just no lovey dovey stuff.

She felt absolutely electric as they kept kissing. A hard shiver went through her body when his fingers traced against her to the edge of her shirt and slowly lifted it up. Terra was surprised, but she quickly grinned and lifted her arms up for him to take her shirt off, revealing a bit of a sexy red bra. Once it was off she grabbed it from him and tossed it to the side. Moving her hands to the bottom of his shirt, also lifting up. “Your turn.” Terra smirked.

Silas grinned and lifted up his hands as well while Terra slowly and seductively took his shirt off too. Once it was off, he turned back to her and did something else spontaneous. He lifted her up slightly by the waist and he swung his legs on top of the bench and laid back so she was now sitting on top of him. He reached up and pulled her in to lie on top of him and continue the kissing.

Terra squealed a little but began to giggle when he grabbed her by the waist and swung her over the top of him. The warmth of their skin touching together providing a new intensity to their moment. Interchanging the lips she kissed. Whenever she alternated to Silas’ bottom lip, Terra bit down gently and tugged his lower lip out before passionately making out with him again. Her fingers lightly scratched up his sides as they kissed.

Silas tried not to smile as they kissed to avoid knocking their teeth together. He was really enjoying the moment, but he felt compelled to interrupt it again. Partially because he couldn’t control his impulses, but mostly because he knew it made Terra want him a little more.

He pulled away from the kiss and looked up at her.

“Wait, sorry,” he said, smiling sheepishly at Terra. “I have to confess something before we go any further...”

She almost growled at him when he stopped, instead biting at his lip harder and groaning before releasing as he stopped their kisses. Terra had a bit of an annoyed look as she looked at him, before her eyes settled and she smiled lightly.

“What is it, Silas?”

“That was my first kiss,” he admitted, referring to the night they first met. His eyes darted away from hers for a moment, feeling slightly bad about having lied to her. Slowly, though, he turned to look at her again and offered a small smile.

“But… you haven’t said anything about my kissing, so I assume I’m pretty good, huh?” He laughed quietly, but his cheeks flushed slightly.

“What?” Terra’s eyes widened a little bit, looking at him. Studying him closely. “That first night… Yeah.” She talked to herself for a second before gazing at him again. The brown haired girl began to laugh, giggling softly. Her hands cupped his cheeks. “You’re a great kisser. A natural. We’ll find out if you’re a natural at other things, and I guess we’ll find out whether I am too.” She winked seductively at him and slowly lowered her lips to his.

Then, Terra sat up. Straddling him. Her hands moved behind her back towards the clasp of her bra…

Time seemed to freeze for Silas at that moment. Terra seemed to stay there with her hands reaching behind herself for an eternity, and all Silas was aware of in that moment was his beating heart…. and the loud squeaking noise of the locker room door being pushed open.

“Terra!” A woman’s voice shouted in complete incredulity. Katrina stood in the doorway with her hand over her mouth and her eyes wide in disbelief. “You stop this instant!”

Silas groaned loudly as he had seen the door open through his peripheral vision. “Oh my god I think my heart just did,” he muttered to himself, inaudibly.

Terra jumped up in absolute surprised. Startled. Her heart racing. Beating so fast she thought it would leap out of her chest. She got off of Silas and grabbed her shirt quickly to cover herself a little bit. There should have been a look of terror, but instead, the disbelief turned into a smile. She couldn’t help but giggle at Silas’ words and it slowly built into a loud laugh. This was the second time this had happened. It was too funny. Hopefully Silas wouldn’t laugh or else she’d just keep dying of laughter.

Katrina walked swiftly into the locker room and glared at Terra.

“What on earth is so funny, Terra?” she asked. It was obvious she was more frustrated than angry at her.

Silas sat up on the bench and pulled his shirt on without a word. He didn’t even care at this point. He should’ve known the consequences.

“Do you know what the penalty for sneaking girls into the locker room is?” Katrina said, almost at a shout. “Suspension, expulsion even!”

Silas groaned and rubbed his face in his hands. Why did Terra have to be having a laughing fit right then?

“Why?” she asked, but in a lower, more pleading tone. “Why did you two do this? At school nonetheless!”

She waved her arm out, trying to stop laughing and to signal to Katrina that she needed a minute or so to gather herself. Finally, catching her breath and relaxing herself, Terra stood straight. Putting her shirt back on. “I found it funny that this is the second time this has happened… That’s about it really.”

Terra sighed and crossed her arms. “We did it because I put him up to it. Seriously, this time. It was all my fault. He’s a guy. We both know they can’t control themselves. And we’re attracted to each other. That’s how it goes. It was stupid…”

Silas looked at Terra painfully as she took the blame again. No, he wouldn’t let her do this for him a second time.

“No, Miss Fierro,” he said, stepping forward. “She’s just trying to protect me again.” He reached into his pocket and pulled out the note Terra herself had passed him in chemistry. He unwrinkled it and shower it to her.

“It was me. I asked her to come in here with me,” he said flatly.

Katrina took the note and read it over. A small smile cracked on her lips.

“Silas, honey, I know you don’t dot your i’s with hearts. This is obviously Terra’s handwriting.” She crumpled it up again and threw it out. “But nice try. I admire your… Well I guess we can call it chivalry.”

Katrina paused and crossed her arms with her eyes shut.

“This is a serious offense...” Katrina muttered.

“Why don’t you give us a detention and be done with it?” Terra asked, very serious.

Katrina’s eyes flew open and she stared at the girl.

“Detention? Are you kidding? I just found you on the verge of a sexual act inside the boys locker room, in which students are forbidden during the day!”

“Yeah, and if you weren’t snooping around and spying on us it wouldn’t have happened.” Terra shot back, not really being serious. Just purposefully being a bitch.

Katrina shook her head. “Probable cause, Terra.” She nodded to Silas who hung his head. “I caught this one trying to enter the locker room. Did you get your gear by the way, Silas?” Obviously, the last part was rhetorical.

Finally, Terra lifted her head up and gave Katrina a death stare. Cold. Almost lifeless. Like a splitting image of her mother at her worst. “Are you seriously going to get us in trouble for this? A detention is enough. For now. You’d put his or my future in jeopardy over fucking human attraction? It’s fucking basic. You act like sex is a crime. It’s certainly not meant for your nosey ass to broadcast it to your superiors and get us expelled and also get us bad with our peers. I can’t think of a word for the person who would be sick enough to do that to someone.” The words were venomous. But, certainly a lot of truth in them.

Katrina stared back at Terra wide-eyed. Her words were effective, but what struck her most was her stare. It was so cold, she was instantly reminded of Kaelyn on the soccer field when she was on those pills. It was… unsettling. Terra was right… but still…. She couldn’t just let students have sex left and right at school!

“Terra, look….” she began. She stopped and thought about it for a second, weighing the consequences of her decision. Finally, with a loud sigh, she turned around to face the door.

“This is your last warning,” Katrina said quietly. It was evident in her soft voice that she really did not want to find them like that for a third time. “I am not against human attraction or whatever you want to call it, but I have to follow the code of this school, or I will lose my job….”

She began to walk out. “I will see you both in room 202 on Saturday morning, 9:00am sharp.”

“I understand. Thanks Ms. Fierro. It may not count for much, but I appreciate it. And, I promise not to do something like this on school grounds again. At least not while I’m still a senior.” Terra lightened up and even made a joke. Always finding a soft spot in a serious talk.

Ms. Fierro didn’t respond. She just silently walked out of the locker rooms with her head down.

Silas turned to Terra but didn’t say anything for a moment.

“Sorry.” It came out almost like a whisper.

“It’s nothing to apologize for. We both. I don’t know. We got caught in the moment…” Terra smiled at him. “And it was a nice moment. But, now we have to get back to the real world.” She shrugged, starting to walk out.

Silas grabbed his backpack and stood up quickly.

“Wait, we need an excuse, Terra,” he called after her. “I can’t just tell my parents I’m going in for detention… Should I just tell them I’m going to hang out with you or something?”

“You can if you want. I don’t really have a choice or a need for an excuse. Ms. Fierro dated my father in college so he’s going to find out one way or the other.”

She was right, unfortunately. He supposed having your dad be friends with a counselor had its perks as well as its disadvantages. Oh well, like Terra said, they needed to get back to the real world. They had barely left the locker rooms when the bell rang throughout the halls.

Silas turned to Terra quickly, realizing she’d walk away any moment.

“Terra, I…” he faltered for a second. But he shook his head and grabbed her wrists quickly, planting a small kiss on her lips before pulling away and looking down.

“I’ll see you later,” he mumbled and before he gave her a chance to respond, he turned and hurried down the hall toward his fifth period class

Terra looked into Silas’ eyes, surprised, when he grabbed her wrists. Closing her eyes quick as he kissed her lips once more. She was lost for words and couldn’t say anything before he left.

It was a strange feeling that he left her with. Terra shook her head and tried not to think about it, walking off to her next class.

Tomorrow Gets Easier [Dark Wind and Blitz]

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Character Sheet vs. Non-Bio

This was an interesting concept I came across on the roleplaying site I used before I discovered this one.

Instead of what people here call "character sheets," we did "bios." They're exactly the same, just a different label.

But some people requested that people not make a bio and just go right ahead with their first post, expecting it to be very long and to include the things you would generally find in your typical character sheet (age, gender, appearance, touch of personality, history, etc.). This was called a "non-bio."

In all honesty... I haven't encountered many "non-bio" roleplays here. Either that or I'm not looking hard enough.

So, which one would you prefer to do? They both have benefits and disadvantages, but I can never decide which way is better. I personally think it's nice to have a character sheet to refer back to if I forget some important things about my character. If you do a non-bio, on the other hand, you have the freedom to create things as you go along, but it's easy to lose track of what you have mentioned, therefore making consistency more difficult.

What do you think?