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In Rosefell High. → 4 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay




Fat jibes? Really?

For all their talk of class, these Liberties were nothing but children when it came to their insults. Anyone with a working pair of eyes knew that DeShawn was built out of marble and granite. Yeah the boy was a little thicker than most but the ladies loved that about him.

DeShawn was trying to maintain his composure, trying to stick to his well worn mantra at this point. “Stay in your lane”. Every single fibre of his being was screaming at him to grab Jackson by the next and put him through the goddamn table. He had to keep his promise. Stay out of trouble. One wrong move and it was all over for him. Corner boy be damned, you’re a Rosefell Knight now. As he clenched his large fists, ready to decide if he was going to destroy his future for a girl, he was interrupted.

As only the Queen could; Melissa tore Miki and Jackson apart. He was in awe as the blonde shredded their dignity, battered down their confidence and forced them to retreat with their tails between their legs under the guise of the high ground. In some ways, Dee was extremely thankful that the two had walked away; given the chance the linebacker would’ve likely caved in to his lesser impulses and ended up in a cell for the night.

An extremely small girl popped up in front of DeShawn and Melissa before he could further react. She was tiny yeah but damn, talk about a knockout. He would be worried that would snap the poor thing in half if he went anywhere near her.

"Excuse me! Hi. Is the punch good? I just got here so... I'm a bit behind. The name's Trixie. Well, Beatrix, really. I think you're Melissa, right? and you, DeShawn? Please correct me if I'm wrong! I think you both have some classes with my brother."

Hi Trixie! I can call you Trixie, right? Well, you are correct on your names, and you know what, I think Dee here can help you out and get you some punch. But be careful! It's got a hell of a kick to it."

Taken aback by being shoehorned into this new conversation without having had the chance to cool off properly; Dee turned and grabbed a glass of punch for the newcomer. ”Here you go, mama. Enjoy yourself, it’s a party” Distracted by Trixie, DeShawn was taken aback by the swift kick to the nuts that Melissa planted on Jackson. He thought it was over, he wished it was over but of course, the Queen wasn’t going to let this go; that was just her style.

Like the hero he was, Saint Jayvo tried to help the poor Liberty that Melissa had assaulted; little did he know how much the bean pole actually deserved it for what he had said to the cheerleader.

In that moment, maybe it was the booze talking and maybe it was the genuine frustration that had been building for over a year but DeShawn felt something he hadn’t felt in a long time; he felt himself. The Liberties and the Rosefells fell away from his vision, replaced by the cold, blood soaked streets of West Baltimore. He stood on the corner of Calhoun and Baker, a few dead soldiers in hand to resell to the fiends that come around the way. The East side boys looking to step to him and his crew; wasn’t no turf war if the soldiers get capped quick. In his ears, Dee could hear the bullets flying overhead, striking vacant lot doors where all the bodies were buried, and the pounding feet of corner boys running for their lives. The unmistakable rotting smell of the last vestiges of the American dream.

For over a year, Dee had been pretending to be a good boy. He had been honourable, decent and soft; everything that his uncle wanted him to be. Yet that’s not how he came up. He was the son of the Soulman; the most feared drug kingpin this side of NYC. The slight against Melissa didn’t even matter anymore; DeShawn just wanted to hurt somebody.

”Fuck it”

Charging out of his trance, he marched over to Jay and almost manhandled his friend out of the way. ”Don't get in my way, Jay. Imma hurt this bitch” He grabbed the still kneeling Jackson by either side of his head and pulled him upwards and head butted the youth square in the nose.

”The fuck your think was gonna happen?”
In Edenridge → 4 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay





Some might call it disrespectful having your phone on in a cemetery but Mei considered it a necessity. How else would the ghosts contact her? It was a lifeline in case the unquiet dead decided to rise from their graves and take deadly revenge;

In this town; they just might.

To: Jillybean: Hey girl, you know I’m down. Be at your place in a few

Mei put away her phone and made her way towards Allison Davies headstone. It was a fairly large thing; the Davies were one of the more financially fruitful families in all of Edenridge so giving their only daughter a big memorial was no great shock. Kneeling down onto the warm grass, the artist placed one hand on top of the stone, saying a silent prayer for her fallen idol.

As a child, Mei had been scouted by various schools. With her natural talent in gymnastics, it was thought that with the proper training she could go to the olympics. Her fathers martial arts training had made her a machine when it came to all things physical. As much as she enjoyed all that, it wasn’t what Mei wanted. For as long as she could remember, Mei wanted to be just like Ally Davies. She was her older sister Reagan’s best friend.

Reagan and Mei always held a contemptuous relationship. The older Ramsey sister was someone considered cold and logical; beneficial for her chosen career path as a doctor sure but it left for considerable issues with her baby sister. On the reverse, Ally was everything Reagan was not; warm, embracing and kind. When it came time to choose which high school she would attend, Mei picked Edenridge High purely for Allison. The day Ally said that Mei could join the cheerleading squad was the best day of her life.

Then she went and died.

Finishing up her prayer for the beautiful departed; the priestess got back up to her feet and smiled. ”See you tomorrow” She popped her AirPods back on and began to make her way forward out of the graveyard. She stopped in her tracks at a tombstone just off of the exit and away from most of the others. It was covered in moss and vines. It was unkempt and it had very obviously been spray painted multiple times but someone was trying to keep it clean; that much was obviously by the smudge marks.

Here Lies Resting
Charles Jay Decker
Beloved Son
“They are not dead who live in the hearts they leave behind. – Tuscarora”

There was a wall built in the centre of town with the names of all of Charlie’s victims enshrined onto it. In many ways there was one forgotten victim of a boy who gave into his darkness; that boy's mother. Rhonda Decker was now alone in this world, a pariah in a town that held a grudge. Mei hadn’t heard much of her since the massacre, all she did know was that she was still around, somewhere on the south side and was obviously attempting to maintain her son's grave. There seemed to be many things to blame for what Charlie did but his mother wasn’t one of them and she certainly didn’t deserve to pay for his crime.

Leaving the graveyard, Mei began to walk the hilly streets of Edenridge, making her way towards Jillian’s place. As she passed by the Edge of Sin Club, Mei’s mind drifted slightly. She had often considered doing a few shifts there. She had an open offer from the owner and she loved to dance and from what Jade had told her in the past, the pay wasn’t great but it also wasn’t bad. The thought of Jade brought her mind to another Queen of Darkness. She had heard that Serena may be back in town for a reunion of some kind. She was a girl after her own heart and would be a welcome addition to her and Jill’s party.

To Rena: A little birdy told me you were in town. If you wanna party later, hit me up xxx

Finally arriving at Jillian’s, Mei parked herself on a nearby bench directly opposite her flame haired friend's bedroom and threw a small stone at it. She could’ve just text but where would the fun in that be. Whilst she waited, Mei began to read through Charlie’s latest letter on her phone.
In Rosefell High. → 4 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay






His cowardice was palpable in the previous moment.

Rico had all the energy and all the momentum on his side after his duet with Jo; it should’ve been easy. Why was it then that when he approached his beloved Ellie that he bottled it and ran away before the brunette beauty could speak? Cowardice. He broke her heart and only now after months of longing and loneliness was he reaping what he showed and understanding the consequences of his actions.

The girl at the party was very different to the girl he had loved for so long. This Ellie was looser, more easy going; he could see that from the stage and it was enamouring. He had never seen her like that. Was this the real Ellie Roberts? Had Enrique’s demons pushed down her true self? It was true that he was a big personality and now the song maestro wondered if it was too big? Did he overshadow other peoples lights with his own darkness?

After the disastrous attempt to reach out to Ellie, Rico fled anywhere his legs would take him within the party. He witnessed the big brute that attacked him earlier leading Lilith into a private room. That was Ellie’s friend and from their brief interaction earlier, Rico knew that the guy she was with was bad news. He considered intervening but the building anxiety in his chest was like an anchor, it was weighing him to the ground. Desperately he searched for a friendly face; Hunter was with some girls, of course, Dee was squaring up to JP and the last thing Rico needed was two of his friends beating seven bells out of each other.

Hugging the guitar close to his chest like the lifeline he often considered it to be, the Mexican boy made his way out of the party and into the less busy garden. There were people messing around in the pool and others busy getting busy on lawn chairs but that didn’t bother him. He found himself a quiet place by the large fence and parked himself on top of a little stone mound. Rico began to pluck at his guitar strings and as the nonsensical sounds soon became a rhythm, he let the words escape from his lips.

Que bonitos ojos tienes,
Debajo de esas dos cejas,
Debajo de esas dos cejas,
Que bonitos ojos tienes.

Lost in the music, alcohol and drugs, Enrique was unaware of the small crowd of groupies and drunkies forming around him. Eyes closed, feeling the beechwood between his fingertips, all he could see was Ellie.

Ellos me quieren mirar,
Pero si tu no los dejas
Pero si tu no los dejas
Ni siquiera parpadear.

Malagueña salerosa
Besar tus labios quisiera
Besar tus labios quisiera
Malagueña salerosa.
In Edenridge → 4 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay





December 18th 2016:

Helen Keller once said

“The best and the most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen or even touched. They must be felt with the heart”.

I didn’t know Allison Davies well but she is someone I’ve known all my life; much like pretty much everyone in Edenridge. It kind of comes with the territory of being from such a small place. From what I’ve heard of her, Helen’s quote is an apropo one for Ally. She was someone that felt things incredibly deeply and experienced the world with every fibre of her being. At least that’s what they said at her funeral today.

There’s a name that’s been loitering in peoples mouths since that cold night two weeks ago; mine. My name.

It makes sense that when faced with tragedy that most of us reach out for or in this particular case, lash out at something or someone. When we are briefly embraced in darkness it is easier to blame those that already live there for dragging us down to their level.

They’re trying to paint me as some sort of sadist monster who has snatched the life away from a girl who worshipped life so feverishly. They’re saying that I value money and the world of a Triple S gangbanger more than the life of a child.

I didn’t kill Allison Davies and this town is spitting on my name because of what I gave her. They want to find the real culprit, they might want to look into the eyes of the one whose face they put on the wall today.

Edenridge High. 8pm. Tonight. The Truth
In Rosefell High. → 4 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay




Once he had polished off his drink and thrown it into a nearby bin; Dee could feel a light buzz beginning to course through his veins. This was a good thing; a little levity and positivity to keep him feeling good. He settled one one more drink to cap off his evening, any more and DeShawn probably wouldn’t be able to stop himself from reverting back to his old corner boy ways. He spent so much time creating such a controlled image that he often wondered how many of his current peers knew the real him.

Towering above his classmates, big D began to gently manoeuvre through the crowd intent on making it to one of the copious number of drinks tables in Christian’s lavish home. He had to move softly because DeShawn was a strong fuck even when he didn’t intent to be. One wrong step and some poor guy or girl would be sent flying to the floor.

He glanced up at one of the more crowded tables and bore witness to his boy Hunter gaming with...Alina? ”My man!” In the short time he had spent with his Liberty partner, he had found Alina very sweet and not too dissimilar to himself. Dee was extremely glad that she had decided to attend the party. After their talk on the first day, the girl cutting loose, relaxing and giving herself to a night of revelry was not the worst decision for her. Hunter was a Boy, one of the best. He had his shit but so did everybody else, there were worse people for Alina to be with. DeShawn offered his large hand up in a gentle wave before moving into the next room.

Nearly colliding with Tyler Andrews; the linebacker smiled as he brushed a friendly hand against her arm ”Stay in your lane, mama. Nearly cleaned you out. I mean, I know you can kick my ass but still…” Ty was his type of girl. She was strong and sassy and she had a quality about her that just reminded Dee of home. It was probably because they both grew up elsewhere, literally an hours drive away from each other with her being DC and him Baltimore respectively. Ty was always at the games, always cheering her heart out. She was the type of girl on the flip side to Missy that he could bring home to the family. ”Imma grab a drink but we should catch up...”

Before he could say anything else, Dee’s eyes locked onto the familiar blonde hair of his paramour Melissa being confronted by two Libertines. Normally, number forty four knew his Queen could handle herself but the fact that a six foot something dude was looming over her, that shit he wasn’t down for. ”Sorry Ty, give me a sec” Moments later and DeShawn was soon standing behind Melissa glaring at the tall boy who was belittling his friends. ”Hey yo” The boy was of similar height to Dee but he was built much thicker.

”You wanna talk about watching your step, I suggest you mind your own footwork, ya feel me?”
In Edenridge → 4 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay





”And with the fiftieth anniversary of the mysterious Hangman murders coming up in just a weeks time; the question remains if that monstrous mans final prophecy will come to pass. Will the Hangman return from beyond the grave to exact his revenge on the town that put an end to his rampage? I guess time will tell dear viewers. That’s about all the time I have for this episode.

Next time, we’re gonna delve into something a little closer to home. By popular demand I’m gonna deep dive into the mysterious death of Amanda Caulfield in the Edenridge Shoe Factory Fire. Was it an accident? Murder? Suicide? As someone who knew the parties involved, this host has her own ideas. Let’s explore the dark together though, my friends, until next time I’m your Demon Dream Girl Mei Midnight, signing off and as always remember, when it’s dark and your fear hits just the right level, listen close and you just might hear the Midnight Frequency”

Upon hitting upload onto her latest file, Mei, dressed in nothing but a black tank top and underwear, got up from her computer and turned away to head into her walk-in closet. In the small studio apartment she had held for the last few months, her closet pretty much took up most of the space. Her kitchen and bedroom were small and her bathroom, when it had running water, was the size of a phone booth. It was a Goddess-send really when her father said she could use the Dojo’s showers whenever she needed.

The only illumination in her pitch black apartment other than her laptop was a purple neon sign that read “The Deadlights”. Popping in her earbuds, Mei pressed play on her phone and as the tunes began to play, she began to apply her makeup for the day. Midway through the application, she stopped to gaze into the mirror for a moment, her free hand drifting up her midsection and settling into the still rough scar tissue on her neck. Mei’s eyes closed and she was transported back to the art room of Edenridge High. She could hear the glass shattering from the door that Charlie shot out. She could feel the hot blood dripping down from her neck onto her torso and hitting the cold marble floor of Miss Meek’s classroom.

Pushing out her demons with a sharp breath; Mei turned up the music in her ears to full and began to sort through her dark clothes looking for an outfit for the day. Finally settling upon a short off the shoulder skater dress (black of course) fishnets and her Docs, she hung her hair long and used a thick choker to cover her scar. Once she was happy with her look, Mei pulled herself to her feet, grabbed a pile of papers from the desk and left her craphole of a home.

“Morning Mei” a deep baritone voice called behind her.

The artist turned and waved at the man standing by her front door. He was tall, slim and greying but his strong frame exuded authority. He was leaned up against the exterior of her apartment with his legs crossed and his hands in his pockets. She glared at him as she slipped the roll of papers in her hand into the mailbox. ”Good morning, Agent Hearst. So you’re following ME today?”

“No, just passing by. Lotta mail you’re posting. Don’t kids just use Instagram or Pinterest nowadays?”

”I get a lot of commissions, I don’t trust technology” She responded. ”Don’t federal agents actually solve crimes instead of hanging around people’s houses?” Mei spat at the floor, taking the perfect image of Hearst before her and projecting it into the dirt where her spit landed.

“Be seeing you Mei” Hearst pulled a hand from one of his pockets and pushed up his horn rimmed glasses with a smile before turning the opposite direction to the young woman and heading down the sloped path.

Mei kissed her middle finger towards the federal before spinning on her heel and heading deeper into town. She breezed past her family dojo and even through her earbuds, the dark priestess could hear the grunts and chants of her fathers students. Daddy dearest did like to get started early; the poor guys under his tutelage didn’t stand a chance. Nobody could outwork Will Ramsey; that was a simple fact of life but his second born daughter certainly came close. Peering in through one of the windows, Mei smiled as the group performed the kata. It was obviously the beginners class.

A short while later, Mei found herself in the Edenridge graveyard. It was a shortcut she felt safe taking. Too many people considered the walk amongst the tombstones just as cursed as Edenridge High. Emerging from behind a tree she noted the long mane of a former classmate, talking to the grave she was coming to visit herself.

”She won’t respond Vin, the dead don’t tell tales unless you bribe them”
In Edenridge → 4 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay


If you'll have me :)


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In Edenridge → 4 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay






The hallway had fallen dead silent save for the squeaking of feet across the bloodied floor. By this point, Charlie had lost count of the amount of times he had pulled the trigger. He stopped counting the bodies after Principal Payne hit the floor in front of English class. With the school in lockdown, it made his movements that much easier since no one was getting out and no one was getting in. The fact that anyone would be surprised by this was laughable to Charlie. How could it not have ended this way? He was born to do this.

The Glock in his left hand was warm from its recent firing but it still held plenty of ammunition. All the time he had spent behind his mother’s house, firing at cans and makeshift targets had left him with the aim he needed to not waste the ammo had brought with him.

His mind drifted as he thought back towards his native ancestors and it made his blood burn hot. His people had always had their lives taken from them and he was no different. He was marked from birth to change the status quo. His entrance into the cafeteria at the start of all this; screaming his tribes cry as he popped Boaz in the head. The blood splatter landing on his face felt just as good as the soft first breath of spring rain.

The walls were covered by this point, the Celtic jerseys hanging there, the picture of the lost Allison Davies that hung next to the trophy case was as well. Her beautiful visage was a crimson mass because Charlie had willed it. He was sick of starting at her, sick of those eyes watching every move he made. The guilt had finally been replaced by pure rage.

A slamming door in the gym broke him free from his day dream and a smile crept upon Charlie’s lips. He tore the photo of Ally off the wall and then it against the nearby lockers. They didn’t really know her. It was all a lie, everything was a lie. Using his bloodstained hand he brushed back his dark hair before he cocked his gun and looked towards the home of those damned jocks.

“The pansy at my feet doth the same tale repeat. Whither is fled the visionary gleam? Where is it now, the glory and the dream?”


It hadn’t been the first and it wouldn’t be the last time that Roddy dreamt himself into the shoes of Charlie Decker. In a roundabout way, he didn’t hate the boy that put a bullet in his back and killed several of his friends. Instead there was a deep regret that he could not have done more. Rod had been bullied for years at that school but he had friends, the same couldn’t be said of Decker.

The dreams started with the first letter he received six months ago and they come whenever he gets any sleep, the joys of insomnia. Someone had Charlie’s journals, the ones he was always writing in, the ones that got read out to class by those that wanted to cause harm, the ones the police couldn’t find after the shooting. Someone was making copies of pages and sending them out to everyone, sending them to colleges, to jobs, someone didn’t want the world to forget Charlie Decker.

Pulling himself slowly out of bed, Rod’s back was burning but he didn’t have the time to dawdle. He was meeting Lanie and Rylie today and a few aching bones weren’t about to stop him from seeing his baby girl. He reached across to the bedside table to imbibe in the copious amounts of painkillers, muscle relaxers and other chalky tasting crap that the doctors had given him. He washed down the mixture with a glass of water before rolling out of the bed and towards the closet. He had to get his daily exercise and coffee from Beau’s Place.

Popping on his work out gear and Beats, Roddy set off on his run through the small community. The sun was on the rise and you could smell the summer in the air as the teenagers loaded up their cars for party filled weekends or even weeks. It was somewhat unbelievable to Rod what a difference a few years made between the drama he and his peers went through and the current crop of Edenridge kids and how easy it seemed for them.

A lot of the family run businesses were closing and there was a great sadness to that. For so long, the Edenridge neighbourhood stood self succulent away from its big brother Boston, yet by coincidence or consequence the rampage of Charlie Decker seems to not only just kill kids but seemed to kill the entire town. Maybe because he sniffed out the future, the place just died as it was.

Arriving at the homely looking Beau’s place, dripping in sweat, Rod ran in to be greeted by the warm smile of his former English teacher.

“Well, well; Roddy Callahan. You about thirty seconds later than yesterday. Your getting slow boy” The jolly man pressed a few buttons on his computer before setting off his machine. ”Chai latte and a biscotti?”

”My man” Roddy tapped his smartwatch on the card reader before moving to the end of the counter.

As he frothed the milk, Beau looked towards his former charge with a unique look.”You opened the mail yet today Rod?” The boy shook his head. ”There's another one of his journal entries. Whoever’s doing this, they added a caveat, something is happening at the school tonight. I don’t know what, I don’t wanna know. Do me a favour, don’t go. I chased you into that place once before, I don’t wanna do it again”

Deep breaths. Just another day.


In Rosefell High. → 4 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay




Talking with Melissa always lit a fire in him to get up to bad things that felt so good. Yet DeShawn had no plans on going buck wild tonight, he had promised to stay in his lane and not cause trouble. He knew that the scouts would be watching him like a hawk this year and turning up to games hanging out of his ass was not a good look for a future Division 1 Linebacker. His Uncle had made it very clear, one wrong step and Dee would be out on his ass and back in juvie before he could even blink. The big guy was doing his best to avoid trouble but Rosefell was full of temptation and he really wanted to bite that sweet sweet apple.

He had tried to catch up with Rico who seemed to be on a mission from God but the little guy was fast as fuck and definitely had his Freako on. Dee knew better than to try and stop him but he also knew that by the end of the night, he’d be the one likely peeling the guitar man off of the floor and sticking him in a Uber home. For all the friends he claimed to have, DeShawn really did believe that Enrique might be one of the loneliest people at Rosefell; he just knew how to hide it better than most.

It was that part of the night where people were pairing or grouping off and the mingling was coming to an end. Dee hung back as he so often did, just to watch over the people. To make sure that if there was a problem he could fix it. It was a role he had settled into nicely but sometimes it was a role he regretted taking. All the restrictions, all the rules he had set for him and that had set himself, he did wonder if it was all worth it. He was a kid, he should be having fun like everyone else. Yet he always stopped himself from going too far. Was he even good enough to get a scholarship? Or was it all just a pipe dream and he was destined to end up back on the corner?

Polishing off his drink, Dee headed off in search of another one. As he came up towards the kitchen, he noted his friend Jo singing on stage and he howled at her. She looked like she belonged up there. She was with Rico who seemed in a damn right better state than he had before. He smiled, for all the dark there was still
some light in the world.
In Rosefell High. → 4 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
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Once he had placed his crate of fine craft beer onto a nearby table; Theo took the time to soak in his surroundings a little more. The music was loud and not exactly to his taste but it wasn’t his party and pissing off his dearest host Christian was not in his best interest; so he would stay quiet. A few fellow Libertine faces dotted around the room, knocking back beer and hooking up in corners; it was important to memorise these faces and these moments, he could most certainly use them against people later.

Watching with a not so subtle smile on his face as the boy whose ribs he’d crushed but moments before hobbled off out of the kitchen, Theo cracked open his first craft all of the evening. It wasn’t so much that he enjoyed inflicting pain (though he did) and he didn’t consider himself a bad guy (although he was) it was simply just part of his game. Some people needed to be played delicate and with finesse whilst others, well they just needed a swift kick in the teeth.

After the first taste of the sweet nectar had touched his lips, the football player noted a brunette approaching him. He has never seen her before, which likely meant she was a Rosefell girl. She had dark features, a good body and a choker, he was a sucker for a choker. The look in her eyes he had seen too many times before to be dazed but it was a party and he was entitled to some fun after working so hard. Theo raised up his drink in salute to the beauty that was about to join him and coupled it with a smile.

”Hi”

Truth to be told, Lilith wasn’t the most confident person. If it wasn’t for the drugs and mild amounts of alcohol in her system, you could bet money that she would never would have been bold enough to approach the mystery boy. But tonight was different.

Tonight was the first party of senior year. The pressure was on to set the tone for the rest of the school year, and Lilith was determined to have as much fun as possible. Sadly, ice breakers weren’t her strong suit - but at least he had said hi first.

”Hi,” she replied, giving her best fake smile. ”I couldn’t help but to spot you from across the room, and I was just wondering if you’d like to grab a drink or something?”

Oh this was adorable!

She was really trying!

It didn’t take a rocket scientist to work out that this girl was operating out of her comfort zone. In spite of her bold appearance there was a shyness to the way she spoke. In Theo’s experience that meant either there was literally nothing behind her eyes which would make this a tremendous waste of his time or it meant that she most likely had the best kind of daddy issues there were; the ones that make the good girls go bad. She was gorgeous, delicate with an obvious edge, perhaps he had a type? If all the riffraff of Rosefell was like this; there was surely a lot of fun to be had.

”I’d more than welcome the company” He could smell the weed flowing off of her and it certainly wasn’t the same shit that was flowing through the air. It was a distinct scent, her own brand. It wasn’t a massive turn off but it was food for thought. ”Theo, and what do they call you?”

”Lilith,” she stated proudly. ”Or Lil. Either way.” Glancing at the drink table the brunette picked up a bottle of Grey Goose and pondered her options for mixers. ”So how do you feel about this whole merge thing,” she asked. Small talk was another thing that Lilith wasn’t good at, but maybe her question could lead to an actual conversation.

”Lilith” She was named after a demon? That left a lot to be desired. Probably meant her parents were whacked out hippy bitches who raised her on smoke, sex and hammer horror movies. ”Nice to meet you, Lil”

She asked about the merger and Theo wondered whether he could be honest and say that the entire thing made him sick to his stomach. Having it be in the same room as some of these….”people” very much made his skin crawl. Was this the type of girl that could handle the bluntness of his opinion? Somehow Theo doubted it. ”It took me by surprise” The politician began. ”I can’t say I was over the moon when I heard about it, I won’t lie. High school is a minefield anyway and having to go through it all all over again, at a new place where most people probably inherently dislike you, not appealing. Still, I suppose it’s exciting, getting to see for real how the Rosefell side lives. What’s your stand on it?”

The way he echoed her name caused the corners of her mouth to lift ever so slightly. "Nice to meet you as well, Theo."

Picking up a bottle of pineapple juice, Lilith mixed it and the Grey Goose together in a cup as she listened to Theo speak. He spoke in a way that seemed oddly familiar - well thought out and somewhat strangely planned. It left more to be desired, but Lilith really wasn't interested enough to pry.

A gentle laugh escaped her lips as she turned around to prop herself up on a nearby counter top. "I wasn't happy either. I'm still not. Rosefell is a shitty school, and now our class sizes are even larger. Some of you Liberty kids seem to want to help tidy the place up, so I'll take it. Though most of you guys I've talked to have wound up to be really big assholes - present company excluded."

”Who says I’m not an asshole?”

Indeed most people would call Theo a lot worse than that, amongst that are a number of people he would consider friends. ”I suppose you’ll have to be the judge of that” He took a sip from his drink and took the time to admire the girl on the counter for a moment longer. ”I can’t speak for Rosefell but at Liberty, appearance is everything and it’s always been survival of the fittest. Any one you’ve met so far, they likely haven’t dropped that mentality just yet”

He edged a little closer to her, not enough to invade her space but enough to show interest and put his free hand on the counter by her. ”That’s a nice smile you have, I get the feeling people don’t see it very often do they?”

Eyes looking up to meet his, Lilith laughed nervously. ”I… no. No, it’s not.” Breaking the eye contact, Lilith took another large drink from her cup. ”Look. Small talk isn’t my forte - and while I did approach you because I was interested in grabbing a drink… I’m trying to find something fun to do. You seem like the kind of person that knows where to find the interesting things.”

Of course she wanted something; it made sense that these Rosefell scroungers wouldn’t have the class to hold a civil conversation without wanting to get something out of it. Still, he had to admire Lilith's moxy. He took another drink from his beer before responding ”Fair enough” Theo placed his drink onto the surface next to her before putting his hands in his pockets. ”There are a few options I could give you; you want pills or grass? I can get you the gourmet shit. You want dirt on your new Liberty classmates? I’ve got that too. You just want me to take you upstairs and fuck you like you deserve? I’m your man. Doesn’t really make a difference to me what you want, let me know and I’ll make it happen”

Theo's words resulted in Lilith nearly choking to death on the last of her drink. "Ya know, I was really aiming for something more like beer pong."

Her awkwardness was showing again, and the truth was she didn't really have much of a response for what Theo had said. She was already high as fuck, and she hated doing pills. There was no way she was going to sleep with him after ten minutes of conversation, or without Ellies approval. Why Lilith was shocked that Theo had returned her bluntness, she wasn't sure.

"I'm already high as a kite, I don't like gossip, and I'm not about to fuck in someone's house when I barely know said person." With her face turning a light shade of pink, Lilith cleared her throat. "I really hope I just didn't ruin this conversation," she blurted out.

Bless, she really was adorable

A shit eating grin lifted Theo’s lips and a slight chuckle escaped his throat. [color=E7C142]”Ruin? No, not at all. In fact, what you’ve done is make this whole thing a little more fun. I like it when someone can challenge my perception and I had you pegged wrong Lil. So beer pong?” He took a hand out of his pocket and offered it up to Lilith ”And if that gets boring, my place is only two blocks away. So if you don’t want to fuck here, we can it there”

As he often did, the intention behind Theo’s words were veiled and hidden behind his charm and smile. It could easily be taken as truth or in the same breath be seen as a joke. His ears pricked up as the backing music for their conversation changed to something entirely different and immediately struck him as being performed live by someone. ”That said, if you’re high enough we could dance or do karaoke?”

Thank gods, she thought.

There had been too many times where Lilith had ruined a conversation by saying the wrong thing, and she was thankful that now wasn't one of those times.

As he casually threw in the fact of how close his house was, Lilith's face turned even more red.

"Noted."

Taking Theo's hand, Lilith's face lit up at the activities that he had mentioned.

"Karaoke," she stated, already pulling him with her. "There's no way in hell I'm giving up the chance to see that."

”Lead the way”

Theo hadn’t intended on playing the sort of game he was involved in when he first got there but seeing Raven being her usual cheery self and just being surrounded by the dirty whore sons and daughters of the town riff raff made him want to cause a little trouble. Lilith was just the right sort of person to keep him distracted.

He followed the girl to the larger room where most of the other party guests had congregated to watch the performances on stage. The DJ had been switched out with a pretty blonde and the very same vato whose ribs he had tried to break for merely existing only minutes before.

”Look at this clown. He thinks it’s two thousand and one all over again”

"Gross," she laughed. Realizing that she was still holding his hand, Lilith let it drop before sticking her own hand in her pocket. "So what should we sing? Are you a… pop guy? Rap?"

”I’m whatever you want me to be” He cheesed in response.

Feeling her let go of his hand brought him an internal smile. This was way too easy. By the end of the first song she would be putty in his hand. ”Lets go, we got next” He re-took her hand again and used his considerably sized footballers frame to barge through the crowd as Rico and Jo finished their song and departed for pastures new. By the time they reached the stage, there were a few others waiting to clamber up and sing a reprise but one look from Theo and they began to move.

”Are you a girl of taste, Lil? What about Go Your Own Away?”

Lilith was more than happy to let the others go before them, but Theo appeared to have other plans. While the thought of seeing Theo potentially embarrass himself at karaoke was intriguing, Lilith was now painfully aware that she was the one who would probably be embarrassed. Ellie always told Lilith that she needed to work on her confidence; Maybe this was a step in the right direction.

”I have amazing taste,” she stated confidently. ”And I absolutely adore Fleetwood Mac.”

Glancing at the crowd, the young woman took a deep breath. ”Let’s do this.”
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