Mandy's going to mention Brandon just so she'll have someone else to breakdown and cry with
It's gonna work damn well too XD... unless she just gets mad instead. I dunno. Gonna be a fun short-circuting live wire to play with.
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I'm a 32 year old woman just looking to keep those writing muscles in whatever shape I can. I'm also Canadian, so fill the rest of this bio with every stereotype you can think of. I've also been single for over a year now, so clearly I'm a catch.
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It's gonna work damn well too XD... unless she just gets mad instead. I dunno. Gonna be a fun short-circuting live wire to play with.
All right, been a couple of long nights, but I think we are ready to roll out. Here's my Misfit.
Featuring: Kellie Anne and Shawna
A morning of lounging around and doing nothing was tiring. Especially with a hangover. The greasy breakfast was a temporary respite, but while the salty and buttery facets of the drunken palette were satiated, there was one aspect that the Green’s bacon and eggs weren’t able to cure. Shawna Josi needed something sweet, and she wasn’t gonna find that in the cupboards of her home. Not after the last couple of weekends.
She could drive to Publix and pick some things up. She did feel OK enough to drive apparently. That was a plus. But grocery store turnovers weren’t going to cut it today. Not after the night of self-pity she just had. Not after practically throwing herself at CJ earlier. Was I throwing myself too much at CJ earlier? I mean...I… no. I wasn’t that thirsty… but I am hungry…
She decided on Ganache Bakery. It wasn’t usually open on Sundays, but they were having a special month of sales in celebration of… something or other. And although it meant a longer trip away from her couch, Shawna didn’t care. What it meant was that there were cupcakes available. Good cupcakes, not those hacky grocery store ones. And Momma needed Red Velvet cakes. Probably a solid half dozen. She grabbed the keys to the Audi and tore off towards the source of the sweets.
On the other side of Crown Heights, Kellie Anne Nicholson was walking through the doors of Ganache Bakery herself, Oakley glasses still on to hide the post-breakdown eye swelling. Sometime between the sobbing and blowing her nose, the girl had decided that the only solution to soothe some of the heartache caused by her stupid ex-boyfriend was, logically, to drown herself in cupcakes. The extra sugar would do no favors for her physique, but who cared?! All she wanted at the moment was to fill the void in her chest with sugar. She could worry about diabetes and cellulite later.
After waiting a few minutes for her turn, it was finally time to order. “I’ll have a half dozen: red velvet, carrot, peanut butter cup, hazelnut, espresso and strawberry cheesecake,” the brunette instructed the cheerful girl behind the counter, letting out a small sniffle.
The silver A8 pulled into the parking lot outside Ganache and the slightly-disheveled teenager ambled her way out of the car. The bell at the top of the door rang just as the girl at the head of the lineup was finishing her order. But Shawna was in no mood to wait for her cupcakes. No, this was a speed mission. Get in, get out, as quick as possible. There was no time for lineups. Spotting the girl at the counter, a girl who looked to be her age from the back, maybe a classmate? Either way, she was an opening. So Shawna did something she never would have done in her previous life. She cut. She cut hard.
“Excuse me, I just need in here. Thanks,” she said to the person who was set to order. She butted in with a distinct lack of grace behind the girl who had just finished ordering.
“Hey!” the heavy-set man complained. “I was next!”
“Oh, it’s OK,” Shawna lied. “My friend was saving my spot while I went and looked for a parking space.”
”No she wasn’t! I came in right behind her! You weren’t here!”
“Look, be cool, and I’ll buy you... well, not all the cupcakes you can eat, but I’ll cover you, OK?” Shawna was willing to pay for his spot, but she wasn’t going to break the bank for him. “Price is Right rules. Take advantage of my generosity and pay for it yourself.”
Even in Palm Beach, the prospect of free baked goods was a solid offer. ”Fine,” he quietly muttered.
“Super!” Shawna turned to the girl with the pierced nose working the counter. “Can I get… three red velvet cupcakes, one peanut butter chocolate, one cookies and cream...and I guess I should get a healthy one… one banana cream. That’ll do.” Shawna was satisfied the fruit in the last selection would offset the unhealthiness of the other five. The cupcake woman nodded and went to work assembling the half-dozen.
While the man in front of her may have been pacified, Shawna figured she had to put on a show for the rest of the line. Continuing her trend of risky behaviour, she went up to her “friend” and put an arm around her. ”Hey thanks for holding my spot, uh….” It was only as she got close that she could see the girl’s skin was blotchy around her eyes, and there was a bit of snot hanging around her nose. Almost if the girl had been bawling her eyes out. Which would explain why she would want some cupcakes. Shawna was still shaky on social cues though. ”Uh...you all right, friendo?”
Kellie Anne had watched the scene unfold in front of her hidden behind her sunglasses, the corners of her mouth curling up in the smallest of amused smiles. It was obvious that the girls didn’t know each other, but the way this random girl approached the situation made her claims -at the very least- somewhat believable. However, a nagging feeling in the dancer’s mind whispered at her that she knew this girl from somewhere, so maybe the claims that they weren’t complete strangers could have some foundation to them. Maybe they had met during that obscure period when the break-up had been so fresh the days had faded together into a blurry haze. Maybe they had met somewhere else. But whatever the case, Kel wasn’t one to let a fellow sister hang out to dry, so she chose to follow her lead.
“I will be after I have some of these,” Kellie told the girl in a soft voice, pulling her card from the back pocket of her shorts and handing it over to the cashier. “And don’t worry about it. That’s what friends are for, right?” she added teasingly with a shaky laugh in response to her earlier comment about holding her spot.
Shawna smiled at her new friend, who was at least willing to continue the ruse. “Fuck yeah, they are!” She was speaking loud enough for the man behind her to hear. “They are for holding spots and eating cupcakes together! Yes ma’am!” However, she dropped the volume in her voice for the next bit. “Seriously, thanks for helping cover. Did not want to wait 20 minutes for iced deliciousness.”
The dancer couldn't help but let out a small laugh at the girl's antiques. Her exaggerations made it obvious that they knew each other as well as mud, but why be a party pooper? This was the most fun Kel had had since the breakup. “No girl will be subjected to the agony of waiting for sweets for as long as I can do something about it!” Kellie declared in a mock superhero voice as she grabbed her card and box of cupcakes. Then, in a voice low enough for the girl to hear, she added, “And really: don’t sweat it. I would have done the exact same thing.”
“My hero!” Shawna exclaimed as she pulled a pair of $20s out of her purse and slapped them on the counter to cover her and whatever portion of the rotund fellow’s order was necessary. She turned to the girl as she picked up her own order. “But what do I call this savior of the sugary snacks, and crusader for cupcake connoisseurs everywhere?” Some long-dormant vocabulary skills were starting to show, but it also covered the fact that Shawna didn’t actually know this girl’s name.
“Kellie Anne Nicholson, at your service,” the brunette introduced herself, giving Shawna a mocking curtsy before chuckling. “And what may I call you, my charming damsel in sugary distress?” she asked, extending an inviting hand to the taller girl.
That taller girl batted her green eyes for a moment, almost surprised at the forward motion before happily accepting the hand with her own. “Shawna Marie Josi,” she answered. “But you can stick with one first name and call me Shawna.” She shifted the box in her hand and opened the door to the parking lot with her shoulder. “Must admit, as far as rescues go, this is easily my favorite one so far.”
“Oh, for sure!” Kellie responded with a laugh, taking advantage of the open door to exit the bakery. “You know, it was honestly really nice to meet you, Shawna Josi. This has to be the most I've laughed in the last two and a half months. You have no idea how much that means to me.”
“Hey, no problem!” Shawna said as she followed Kellie Anne out the door. “I mean, you know, I’m glad I could give you that at the very least for being super cool and everything!” It was an odd feeling for Shawna, her humor actually winning out and being not only accepted, but appreciated by this girl. It was something she hadn’t felt in a long time... She stared at her now suddenly lonely-looking silver sedan. “So…uh, what’s your plan for those cupcakes, Kellie Anne Nicholson? I mean, I know what my plan is for mine, but it’s kinda...meh.”
“The only real plans I had were to stuff my face with these long enough to stop bawling my eyes out,” she lamely admitted, making sure to add a sarcastic little laugh to disguise how painfully true her statement was. “Why? What's yours?”
“Honestly?” Shawna said with a tilt of her head. “Pretty much the same thing, without the crying part. Just, uh, yeah, eating all these by myself.” She put her finger up to the side of her face, as if trying to work through the gears of a plan.“You know, I bet eating cupcakes is a lot more fun if there are multiple people eating the cupcakes. I mean! You know, if you want company while eating said cupcakes. I wouldn’t mind company while eating these cupcakes. Especially company I already know to be heroic and all…”
Kellie thought about the interesting proposition for a moment. Holing up in her bedroom and going over the fuckups Max was getting himself into would only serve to make her more miserable. On the other hand, pouring her heart out to a neutral stranger who knew nothing about her love life would give her a new perspective on the subject. Who knows? Maybe this could be the start of a lovely little friendship. Finally, the brunette spoke up. “Honestly? I would really like that,” she told Shawna with a soft smile.
“Cool! Cool, cool,” Shawna tried to play off like she wasn’t excited about having another girl to talk about things with, but it was hard. She was tired. “I mean, yeah, if you want, we can go over to my place. It’s the McMansion at the end of Via Las Incas. I don’t know if you drove here, but I can give you a ride if you didn’t, or if you did, just have you follow me. However you want to roll, we can roll.”
Kel didn’t have to be told twice. With the soft smile still on her face, she walked up to her car and turned back to Shawna. “Let’s roll then, sister. Our cupcake feast awaits.”
She could drive to Publix and pick some things up. She did feel OK enough to drive apparently. That was a plus. But grocery store turnovers weren’t going to cut it today. Not after the night of self-pity she just had. Not after practically throwing herself at CJ earlier. Was I throwing myself too much at CJ earlier? I mean...I… no. I wasn’t that thirsty… but I am hungry…
She decided on Ganache Bakery. It wasn’t usually open on Sundays, but they were having a special month of sales in celebration of… something or other. And although it meant a longer trip away from her couch, Shawna didn’t care. What it meant was that there were cupcakes available. Good cupcakes, not those hacky grocery store ones. And Momma needed Red Velvet cakes. Probably a solid half dozen. She grabbed the keys to the Audi and tore off towards the source of the sweets.
On the other side of Crown Heights, Kellie Anne Nicholson was walking through the doors of Ganache Bakery herself, Oakley glasses still on to hide the post-breakdown eye swelling. Sometime between the sobbing and blowing her nose, the girl had decided that the only solution to soothe some of the heartache caused by her stupid ex-boyfriend was, logically, to drown herself in cupcakes. The extra sugar would do no favors for her physique, but who cared?! All she wanted at the moment was to fill the void in her chest with sugar. She could worry about diabetes and cellulite later.
After waiting a few minutes for her turn, it was finally time to order. “I’ll have a half dozen: red velvet, carrot, peanut butter cup, hazelnut, espresso and strawberry cheesecake,” the brunette instructed the cheerful girl behind the counter, letting out a small sniffle.
The silver A8 pulled into the parking lot outside Ganache and the slightly-disheveled teenager ambled her way out of the car. The bell at the top of the door rang just as the girl at the head of the lineup was finishing her order. But Shawna was in no mood to wait for her cupcakes. No, this was a speed mission. Get in, get out, as quick as possible. There was no time for lineups. Spotting the girl at the counter, a girl who looked to be her age from the back, maybe a classmate? Either way, she was an opening. So Shawna did something she never would have done in her previous life. She cut. She cut hard.
“Excuse me, I just need in here. Thanks,” she said to the person who was set to order. She butted in with a distinct lack of grace behind the girl who had just finished ordering.
“Hey!” the heavy-set man complained. “I was next!”
“Oh, it’s OK,” Shawna lied. “My friend was saving my spot while I went and looked for a parking space.”
”No she wasn’t! I came in right behind her! You weren’t here!”
“Look, be cool, and I’ll buy you... well, not all the cupcakes you can eat, but I’ll cover you, OK?” Shawna was willing to pay for his spot, but she wasn’t going to break the bank for him. “Price is Right rules. Take advantage of my generosity and pay for it yourself.”
Even in Palm Beach, the prospect of free baked goods was a solid offer. ”Fine,” he quietly muttered.
“Super!” Shawna turned to the girl with the pierced nose working the counter. “Can I get… three red velvet cupcakes, one peanut butter chocolate, one cookies and cream...and I guess I should get a healthy one… one banana cream. That’ll do.” Shawna was satisfied the fruit in the last selection would offset the unhealthiness of the other five. The cupcake woman nodded and went to work assembling the half-dozen.
While the man in front of her may have been pacified, Shawna figured she had to put on a show for the rest of the line. Continuing her trend of risky behaviour, she went up to her “friend” and put an arm around her. ”Hey thanks for holding my spot, uh….” It was only as she got close that she could see the girl’s skin was blotchy around her eyes, and there was a bit of snot hanging around her nose. Almost if the girl had been bawling her eyes out. Which would explain why she would want some cupcakes. Shawna was still shaky on social cues though. ”Uh...you all right, friendo?”
Kellie Anne had watched the scene unfold in front of her hidden behind her sunglasses, the corners of her mouth curling up in the smallest of amused smiles. It was obvious that the girls didn’t know each other, but the way this random girl approached the situation made her claims -at the very least- somewhat believable. However, a nagging feeling in the dancer’s mind whispered at her that she knew this girl from somewhere, so maybe the claims that they weren’t complete strangers could have some foundation to them. Maybe they had met during that obscure period when the break-up had been so fresh the days had faded together into a blurry haze. Maybe they had met somewhere else. But whatever the case, Kel wasn’t one to let a fellow sister hang out to dry, so she chose to follow her lead.
“I will be after I have some of these,” Kellie told the girl in a soft voice, pulling her card from the back pocket of her shorts and handing it over to the cashier. “And don’t worry about it. That’s what friends are for, right?” she added teasingly with a shaky laugh in response to her earlier comment about holding her spot.
Shawna smiled at her new friend, who was at least willing to continue the ruse. “Fuck yeah, they are!” She was speaking loud enough for the man behind her to hear. “They are for holding spots and eating cupcakes together! Yes ma’am!” However, she dropped the volume in her voice for the next bit. “Seriously, thanks for helping cover. Did not want to wait 20 minutes for iced deliciousness.”
The dancer couldn't help but let out a small laugh at the girl's antiques. Her exaggerations made it obvious that they knew each other as well as mud, but why be a party pooper? This was the most fun Kel had had since the breakup. “No girl will be subjected to the agony of waiting for sweets for as long as I can do something about it!” Kellie declared in a mock superhero voice as she grabbed her card and box of cupcakes. Then, in a voice low enough for the girl to hear, she added, “And really: don’t sweat it. I would have done the exact same thing.”
“My hero!” Shawna exclaimed as she pulled a pair of $20s out of her purse and slapped them on the counter to cover her and whatever portion of the rotund fellow’s order was necessary. She turned to the girl as she picked up her own order. “But what do I call this savior of the sugary snacks, and crusader for cupcake connoisseurs everywhere?” Some long-dormant vocabulary skills were starting to show, but it also covered the fact that Shawna didn’t actually know this girl’s name.
“Kellie Anne Nicholson, at your service,” the brunette introduced herself, giving Shawna a mocking curtsy before chuckling. “And what may I call you, my charming damsel in sugary distress?” she asked, extending an inviting hand to the taller girl.
That taller girl batted her green eyes for a moment, almost surprised at the forward motion before happily accepting the hand with her own. “Shawna Marie Josi,” she answered. “But you can stick with one first name and call me Shawna.” She shifted the box in her hand and opened the door to the parking lot with her shoulder. “Must admit, as far as rescues go, this is easily my favorite one so far.”
“Oh, for sure!” Kellie responded with a laugh, taking advantage of the open door to exit the bakery. “You know, it was honestly really nice to meet you, Shawna Josi. This has to be the most I've laughed in the last two and a half months. You have no idea how much that means to me.”
“Hey, no problem!” Shawna said as she followed Kellie Anne out the door. “I mean, you know, I’m glad I could give you that at the very least for being super cool and everything!” It was an odd feeling for Shawna, her humor actually winning out and being not only accepted, but appreciated by this girl. It was something she hadn’t felt in a long time... She stared at her now suddenly lonely-looking silver sedan. “So…uh, what’s your plan for those cupcakes, Kellie Anne Nicholson? I mean, I know what my plan is for mine, but it’s kinda...meh.”
“The only real plans I had were to stuff my face with these long enough to stop bawling my eyes out,” she lamely admitted, making sure to add a sarcastic little laugh to disguise how painfully true her statement was. “Why? What's yours?”
“Honestly?” Shawna said with a tilt of her head. “Pretty much the same thing, without the crying part. Just, uh, yeah, eating all these by myself.” She put her finger up to the side of her face, as if trying to work through the gears of a plan.“You know, I bet eating cupcakes is a lot more fun if there are multiple people eating the cupcakes. I mean! You know, if you want company while eating said cupcakes. I wouldn’t mind company while eating these cupcakes. Especially company I already know to be heroic and all…”
Kellie thought about the interesting proposition for a moment. Holing up in her bedroom and going over the fuckups Max was getting himself into would only serve to make her more miserable. On the other hand, pouring her heart out to a neutral stranger who knew nothing about her love life would give her a new perspective on the subject. Who knows? Maybe this could be the start of a lovely little friendship. Finally, the brunette spoke up. “Honestly? I would really like that,” she told Shawna with a soft smile.
“Cool! Cool, cool,” Shawna tried to play off like she wasn’t excited about having another girl to talk about things with, but it was hard. She was tired. “I mean, yeah, if you want, we can go over to my place. It’s the McMansion at the end of Via Las Incas. I don’t know if you drove here, but I can give you a ride if you didn’t, or if you did, just have you follow me. However you want to roll, we can roll.”
Kel didn’t have to be told twice. With the soft smile still on her face, she walked up to her car and turned back to Shawna. “Let’s roll then, sister. Our cupcake feast awaits.”
So, um, I got alerted to this when @Dirty Pretty Lies posted about this in a different Discord RP group, and this is kinda my jam, so I'm gonna get my name in. Potentially the last misfit slot? If not, I can tag. Character's name is Emilia Seger, FC is Zara Larsson, and color claim is ffff1e. I am going to aim to have this sheet finished by the end of the day, so hopefully DPL can vouch for me until then?
Location: Niaides Lakeshore
Interactions: Dustyn @MissCapnCrunch
Avem @Rockette
Dallas @Plank Sinatra
Damian @Altered Tundra
Mentions:Azura @SamaraJayne96
Emma @Rockette
Rhea @Write
Jonas @HereComesTheSnow
Interactions: Dustyn @MissCapnCrunch
Avem @Rockette
Dallas @Plank Sinatra
Damian @Altered Tundra
Mentions:Azura @SamaraJayne96
Emma @Rockette
Rhea @Write
Jonas @HereComesTheSnow
If a person of a certain bent was to make a visit to the Dance of the Fates casino in Las Vegas, a little distance off the strip, they would find a betting board replete with every day events that could be wagered upon. They would range from the mundane, like who would forget they had orange juice right before brushing their teeth, to who would barge in on the heralding of the apocalypse by doing a bit about Helen Keller.
Dustyn would have been the even-money favorite in that last one, light years ahead of second-place Dane Cook. She paid off on that bet in spades as she stumbled onto the lakeshore, calling out for water. Kelsey knew which water Dustyn wanted, but she played along as best she could given the coven meeting that was taking place. At least Dustyn got the hint once she saw what was happening.
"That's OK, D. Think you distracted 'em long enough ta halt the ritual," she consoled her BFF. Kelsey stood up and opened up the cooler, fishing out a mason jar with clear liquid sloshing around inside. "Guess savin' the world earns ya your shots." She handed the glass to Dustyn as her roommate showed up, a little late to the party but still ever-present.
"Oh, hell. If this is a bring your own, I'm going to have to make a stop."
"Nah, sit ya," Kelsey told Avem. "I can cover tonight." She fished another can of Busch out of the cooler and tossed it to the child of Hera. "Least 'til Dallas gets his ass 'n gear 'n brings down what he's supposed to. Don't worry about it."
With the people starting to show up to the lakeshore, it was only natural that the emo kids would make notice of the party.
“So, what sort of refreshments did you bring? Or do we have to beg for you to share? Also, does anyone know where that tool Relo is? He’s supposed to be hosting the party we’re all waiting for, right?”
Kelsey cocked an eyebrow at Damian requesting some of her hard-earned wares, but at least the Nyx kid knew who was supposed to be providing the libations for the shindig. "Don't ask me. I ain't Dal's handler. Kid barely remembers my dang name half the time." She took a long sip of her own beverage and rummaged in the cooler. She tossed cans towards each of the three early arrivals to the party, not really looking if Emma or Azura were even going to attempt to catch the cans. "Though he better show his fuckin' ass here soon. Didn't truck this booze across two states ta only get two cans outta it!" She turned to Avem and said, "Yeah, this keeps up, ya may have to go for extras."
"Hey, Jaime Lannister! You wanna fucking suck my dick, or what?"
Luckily Avem's trip wouldn't be necessary as Dallas and his crew came thundering through the woods, kegs in tow. The Apollo kid acted the part, taking over the beach and setting up shop with the Ares lunkhead trying to get the music going in his truck. Joe ... something. Shit I'm gettin' as bad as fuckin' Dallas. Rhea was heading to the lake, naturally. The other two from earlier weren't present yet, but whatever. Beer was here, which meant Kelsey could stop sharing.
"Bout fuckin' time ya showed up, Sunny Boy," she chided Dallas. "Was startin' ta think the feds had got to ya, made ya plant a fuckin' trap or somethin'. Which, I woulda done worse to ya then some fuckin' fed." Another long sip of Busch hit her mouth. "'Specially if ya made me hand out all my fuckin' beer ta make up for ya. I can't get no more of this shit til spring, ya know. So start spillin' that Rocky Mountain piss and let's do this! Where's the table at?" Worse case they could play pong on the flatbed, but there was no way to bounce on there. Hopefully Dallas had something in mind for entertainment other than shoving Damian in the lake.
Dustyn would have been the even-money favorite in that last one, light years ahead of second-place Dane Cook. She paid off on that bet in spades as she stumbled onto the lakeshore, calling out for water. Kelsey knew which water Dustyn wanted, but she played along as best she could given the coven meeting that was taking place. At least Dustyn got the hint once she saw what was happening.
"That's OK, D. Think you distracted 'em long enough ta halt the ritual," she consoled her BFF. Kelsey stood up and opened up the cooler, fishing out a mason jar with clear liquid sloshing around inside. "Guess savin' the world earns ya your shots." She handed the glass to Dustyn as her roommate showed up, a little late to the party but still ever-present.
"Oh, hell. If this is a bring your own, I'm going to have to make a stop."
"Nah, sit ya," Kelsey told Avem. "I can cover tonight." She fished another can of Busch out of the cooler and tossed it to the child of Hera. "Least 'til Dallas gets his ass 'n gear 'n brings down what he's supposed to. Don't worry about it."
With the people starting to show up to the lakeshore, it was only natural that the emo kids would make notice of the party.
“So, what sort of refreshments did you bring? Or do we have to beg for you to share? Also, does anyone know where that tool Relo is? He’s supposed to be hosting the party we’re all waiting for, right?”
Kelsey cocked an eyebrow at Damian requesting some of her hard-earned wares, but at least the Nyx kid knew who was supposed to be providing the libations for the shindig. "Don't ask me. I ain't Dal's handler. Kid barely remembers my dang name half the time." She took a long sip of her own beverage and rummaged in the cooler. She tossed cans towards each of the three early arrivals to the party, not really looking if Emma or Azura were even going to attempt to catch the cans. "Though he better show his fuckin' ass here soon. Didn't truck this booze across two states ta only get two cans outta it!" She turned to Avem and said, "Yeah, this keeps up, ya may have to go for extras."
"Hey, Jaime Lannister! You wanna fucking suck my dick, or what?"
Luckily Avem's trip wouldn't be necessary as Dallas and his crew came thundering through the woods, kegs in tow. The Apollo kid acted the part, taking over the beach and setting up shop with the Ares lunkhead trying to get the music going in his truck. Joe ... something. Shit I'm gettin' as bad as fuckin' Dallas. Rhea was heading to the lake, naturally. The other two from earlier weren't present yet, but whatever. Beer was here, which meant Kelsey could stop sharing.
"Bout fuckin' time ya showed up, Sunny Boy," she chided Dallas. "Was startin' ta think the feds had got to ya, made ya plant a fuckin' trap or somethin'. Which, I woulda done worse to ya then some fuckin' fed." Another long sip of Busch hit her mouth. "'Specially if ya made me hand out all my fuckin' beer ta make up for ya. I can't get no more of this shit til spring, ya know. So start spillin' that Rocky Mountain piss and let's do this! Where's the table at?" Worse case they could play pong on the flatbed, but there was no way to bounce on there. Hopefully Dallas had something in mind for entertainment other than shoving Damian in the lake.
Location: Naiades Lakeshore
Interactions: Dustyn @MissCapnCrunch
Mentions: Avem @Rockette
Azura @SamaraJayne96
Dallas @Plank Sinatra
Damian @Altered Tundra
Emma @Rockette
Interactions: Dustyn @MissCapnCrunch
Mentions: Avem @Rockette
Azura @SamaraJayne96
Dallas @Plank Sinatra
Damian @Altered Tundra
Emma @Rockette
A grunt rang out into the forest. Not a loud grunt, but a grunt that could be heard by any squirrels in the nearby area. Squirrels that would be running for cover if Kelsey's hands weren't preoccupied with the giant cooler that she was lugging down the trail towards Naiades Lake. She could do it too. Her shining silver composite bow was slung across her back, along with a quiver of arrows. Never know when people would get hungry and require a boar on a spit. It happened once. Some of the more squeamish demigods had to look away, and one of them actually threw up as the accomplished hunter cut into the belly of the boar. That was funny. Silly Cali kids.
Still, the cooler stuffed with 48 cans of Missouri's finest hunting supplies, aka Busch, was heavy, and the trail wasn't as even as she remembered. She had enough strength to carry on by herself, but it was difficult. Kelsey cursed Dallas for making the first party of the year so far away from the cushy new dorm rooms. Away from the fridges with easy storage space for all the cans, especially in the vegetable crispers. Away from the tables where her beer pong dominance could be impressed upon all the newbies and they would know her status as the goddess of the bounce.
She had already taken a couple breaks when she pulled out her phone to ask her cohort where she was.
She didn't get an immediate response so she tucked her phone back in her jean short pocket and carried on down the path. A few seconds later, she did get a buzz on her thigh, so Kelsey took the opportunity to stop.
She giggled as she saw that. She had a point. Avem buggered off...somewhere. She didn't know where. She thought about maybe setting up the table for some action, but that set him back for at least a week. Maybe two.
Kelsey figured that would get the Dionysus kid down to the lake on the double. Seemed like it with the response.
Kelsey smirked.Well I ain't makin' promises on that. Least I planned for it.
The Missouri girl had to sit for a second to regain her composure after that last text. It was things like that what made Dustyn a special friend. The kind she thought she had back home. But the girls on the team never looked at her the same once she first came back from Olympus. They hung out, but it was like the bond forged on the court was already broken. Her and Dustyn were picking up right where they left off before the summer break. It almost made coming to Colorado worth it.
She could smell the moist air ahead now, indicating the lake shore was close. Kelsey pushed on, wanting to get her precious cargo to the promised land so she could kick back and start enjoying. She saw the open clearing and still reflection of sun on water. But as soon as she made her way onto the shore, she could see that there was no Dallas-led party. There didn't seem to be anyone around.
"Fuckin' hell, Dal," Kelsey muttered under her breath. "Make a whole big deal 'bout this fiesta and not got nothin' to show. I'mma tear somethin' off that kid, I..."
Her cursing trailed off as she noticed she wasn't alone on the lake shore. The girl she noticed at the announcement, the new girl. She was here. And of course, she was getting into it with BOTH the emo kids, the night kids that made her cringe knowing that technically, they blew what she could do in the darkness out of the water. Emma seemed all right by herself. She didn't talk much, and no one saw her face, but her accent was Southern enough she couldn't be all bad. Damian though. He always seemed like had some thoughts brewing, and knowing where their bread was buttered, it couldn't be good.
It was unnerving for the child of Artemis in name only. Shit. What the fuck kinda party is this? Fuck, I came down ta get drunk, not sacrifice a goat to some fuckin' demon." It looked like it was a heck of a standoff, whether incidental or not, but Kelsey knew enough of conflict when to keep herself clear of any of that nonsense. I would be the only one to be here to see the damn anti-Christ summoned. Eat a fuckin' Bible, Pastor Lock."
Instead, she did the only thing she thought she could do, at least until this interaction resolved itself. She plopped the cooler down on the sand and pulled out her phone.
Text sent, Kelsey pulled one of the beers out of cooler, taking a seat on top and cracking the can as quietly as she could, hoping that a flesh sacrifice wasn't necessary for whatever it was they were planning. At least if they needed a virgin, they were fresh outta luck there.
Still, the cooler stuffed with 48 cans of Missouri's finest hunting supplies, aka Busch, was heavy, and the trail wasn't as even as she remembered. She had enough strength to carry on by herself, but it was difficult. Kelsey cursed Dallas for making the first party of the year so far away from the cushy new dorm rooms. Away from the fridges with easy storage space for all the cans, especially in the vegetable crispers. Away from the tables where her beer pong dominance could be impressed upon all the newbies and they would know her status as the goddess of the bounce.
She had already taken a couple breaks when she pulled out her phone to ask her cohort where she was.
Dusty D 💛
Where are you? Cooler be heavy as fuck... :(
She didn't get an immediate response so she tucked her phone back in her jean short pocket and carried on down the path. A few seconds later, she did get a buzz on her thigh, so Kelsey took the opportunity to stop.
Dusty D 💛
U would think with all the godly men around SOMEONE would offer to help. Worthless fucks. I am OMW. Do not start anything w/out me!
She giggled as she saw that. She had a point. Avem buggered off...somewhere. She didn't know where. She thought about maybe setting up the table for some action, but that set him back for at least a week. Maybe two.
Dusty D 💛
No promises! I'm almost to the lake and this cooler ain't staying closed once it hits the sand!
Kelsey figured that would get the Dionysus kid down to the lake on the double. Seemed like it with the response.
Dusty D 💛
😠 for every open can I see, you owe me shots
Kelsey smirked.Well I ain't makin' promises on that. Least I planned for it.
Dusty D 💛
Fine. 😝 You can have my dad's shine. As many shots as you desire. Warning, Rick Sykes couldn't see for three days after drinking it.
Dusty D 💛
I DON'T NEED EYES!
Dusty D 💛
Right, so I can be your guide dog? Just get down here, Helen Keller!
The Missouri girl had to sit for a second to regain her composure after that last text. It was things like that what made Dustyn a special friend. The kind she thought she had back home. But the girls on the team never looked at her the same once she first came back from Olympus. They hung out, but it was like the bond forged on the court was already broken. Her and Dustyn were picking up right where they left off before the summer break. It almost made coming to Colorado worth it.
She could smell the moist air ahead now, indicating the lake shore was close. Kelsey pushed on, wanting to get her precious cargo to the promised land so she could kick back and start enjoying. She saw the open clearing and still reflection of sun on water. But as soon as she made her way onto the shore, she could see that there was no Dallas-led party. There didn't seem to be anyone around.
"Fuckin' hell, Dal," Kelsey muttered under her breath. "Make a whole big deal 'bout this fiesta and not got nothin' to show. I'mma tear somethin' off that kid, I..."
Her cursing trailed off as she noticed she wasn't alone on the lake shore. The girl she noticed at the announcement, the new girl. She was here. And of course, she was getting into it with BOTH the emo kids, the night kids that made her cringe knowing that technically, they blew what she could do in the darkness out of the water. Emma seemed all right by herself. She didn't talk much, and no one saw her face, but her accent was Southern enough she couldn't be all bad. Damian though. He always seemed like had some thoughts brewing, and knowing where their bread was buttered, it couldn't be good.
It was unnerving for the child of Artemis in name only. Shit. What the fuck kinda party is this? Fuck, I came down ta get drunk, not sacrifice a goat to some fuckin' demon." It looked like it was a heck of a standoff, whether incidental or not, but Kelsey knew enough of conflict when to keep herself clear of any of that nonsense. I would be the only one to be here to see the damn anti-Christ summoned. Eat a fuckin' Bible, Pastor Lock."
Instead, she did the only thing she thought she could do, at least until this interaction resolved itself. She plopped the cooler down on the sand and pulled out her phone.
Dusty D 💛
Fucking Nyx kids are at the lake, fucking calling demons or the apocalypse or something. The new girl from earlier is with them. C'mon down if you want to see the lake turn into blood.
Text sent, Kelsey pulled one of the beers out of cooler, taking a seat on top and cracking the can as quietly as she could, hoping that a flesh sacrifice wasn't necessary for whatever it was they were planning. At least if they needed a virgin, they were fresh outta luck there.
Location: Ares Colosseum
Interactions: Dustyn @MissCapnCrunch
Avem @Rockette
Mentions: Azura @SamaraJayne96
Dallas @Plank Sinatra
Interactions: Dustyn @MissCapnCrunch
Avem @Rockette
Mentions: Azura @SamaraJayne96
Dallas @Plank Sinatra
The new roommate was proving tough to resist, Kelsey had to give him that. He was definitely pushing all the right buttons, even with the accent. Offering to do stuff for her, down to party, it was a good start. "You go ahead there, Avem," she said, struggling to get the pronunciation right on the first go. "I gotta talk to my dear friend here right quick, k?"
As Kelsey turned to look to Dustyn, she noticed a girl pestering Hector for something, keeping the Headmaster in the area which would necessitate some code language. "Who the heck is that? She new? Can't be. She's too old to be new. So how come I don't remember seein' her?"
Kelsey shrugged it off and snapped the Dionysus child out of her search. "All right, I'mma go get the 'huntin' supplies' outta the truck. Hope these rooms are big 'nuff for two batches of solid Missouri-grade 'huntin' supplies'." The hunting supplies were the 48 cans of Busch the Missouri girl brought with her from home, giving her and her friend a solid start on any partying that was going to occur tonight. "If Dallas ain't got room, I got a cooler I can bring along, and we'll be set. I know Busch ain't gonna do much to ya, but ya know Dal will provide somethin', whether he knows or not. Anyway, I'mma do that, drag Orlando back here n' we'll get yur stuff. Sound good, D?" Kelsey expected it to sound good, at least with the prospect of free beer.
As Kelsey turned to look to Dustyn, she noticed a girl pestering Hector for something, keeping the Headmaster in the area which would necessitate some code language. "Who the heck is that? She new? Can't be. She's too old to be new. So how come I don't remember seein' her?"
Kelsey shrugged it off and snapped the Dionysus child out of her search. "All right, I'mma go get the 'huntin' supplies' outta the truck. Hope these rooms are big 'nuff for two batches of solid Missouri-grade 'huntin' supplies'." The hunting supplies were the 48 cans of Busch the Missouri girl brought with her from home, giving her and her friend a solid start on any partying that was going to occur tonight. "If Dallas ain't got room, I got a cooler I can bring along, and we'll be set. I know Busch ain't gonna do much to ya, but ya know Dal will provide somethin', whether he knows or not. Anyway, I'mma do that, drag Orlando back here n' we'll get yur stuff. Sound good, D?" Kelsey expected it to sound good, at least with the prospect of free beer.
Chasing for what’s far ahead always yearning
Don’t know why but the beauty I really want
May seem to be awkward to someones eyes
Don’t know why but the beauty I really want
May seem to be awkward to someones eyes
The rays peaking through the blinds in the window of the beach-adjacent house at the end of Via Los Incas were relentless. Doesn't the sun know it's a Sunday? It could take a break from being so annoyingly peppy. In a queen-sized bed adorned with plush pillows and light linen sheets, nothing was providing respite from the light. So in an act of surrender, the 18-year-old girl rolled out of bed, rubbing her shoulder blade through her t-shirt. It still stung a bit as a reminder of the birthday present she gave herself last month. Didn't sting as much as the remnants of the pity party thrown last night. The sun made sure of that.
Shawna Josi slowly worked her way downstairs, stumbling a bit as she rubbed her head, trying to get it to calm down while she thought about things like food, or beverage, or other necessities. Didn't matter what attention she would attract, not like there was anyone to bother. Her parents were still off on that round-trip world cruise that was their anniversary present to themselves Probably halfway to Burma by now. Lia hadn't been home in months, not since her and Ryan moved into that apartment in Queens last year. Nick? Gone back to Harvard a couple months ago, wanting to get skating practice in on ice that wasn't rendered into slush by the Florida climate.
The teenager looked at the counter, where most of the mixing for last night's pity party happened. It didn't have to go down this way. She could have been a part of the crowd. She could have gone to Homecoming like the rest of the students and participated in some school-sanctioned debauchery. Heck, telling her classmates she had an empty house for the after-party probably would have made her pretty popular. Definitely would have been more fun than getting drunk and high and watching Friends on Netflix for the tenth time.
But she didn't care. Not about that.
What she did care about was that drunk Shawna had completely emptied her stash.
She looked at the counter and saw the Ziploc bag with a few crumbs of leaves left inside. Nowhere near enough to get her through another lonely, lazy Sunday. She walked around and saw the small "water pipe for tobacco" left by the fancy chair, surrounded by what looked to be the emptied six-pack of Smirnoff Ice she was able to get from the uncaring convenience store clerk using Lia's old ID. Ramiro didn't bother checking to see the expiration date of the Florida license was from back when Marco Rubio still had a shot at the presidency. That's why Shawna liked Ramiro.
However, in this recent state she found herself in, no alcohol and no drugs makes Shawna ... something, something. At least, that's what she thought. "Shit, now what am I gonna do?" she mumbled to no one in particular. As most teenagers did, she turned to her phone for answers, particularly to one of the friends she did have. Well, maybe not friend, but someone she definitely a strong economic relationship with.
However, Shawna had no idea what state CJ was in either. She couldn't get a hold of him last night. Otherwise things might have been livened up a little bit. So she had no idea how long it would be, waiting for a response. Or why she threw in that last bit. "Like I'd be worth twenty cents doing that sort of thing..." Her stomach growled in agreement. Or just plain hunger. It was hard to tell.
The teenager looked around the room and saw a mess that she had neglected to clean up for a few days now, and no easy solution to her food problem. "Ugh. Sunlight or actually cooking food?" she pondered aloud. "Which would be worse for me right now?" Another growl settled that question. "Fine, fine. I'll go get food."
She ambled back upstairs as quickly as she could, throwing on a pair of shorts but electing to keep the t-shirt on. Purse acquired, she made her way to the door with a bit more confidence, knowing she was going to get some food. She was sure to grab the Prada sunglasses off the table though. The sun was going to be a tricky foe, but she had weapons against it. "All right, let's go you," Shawna willed herself as she stepped out into the Palm Beach atmosphere, intent on finding food, CJ, or both if she was lucky.
All right, here we go.
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