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Graham Turner

“Uh...Graham, not to freak you out or anything, but...that’s not ketchup.”

Pfft...trying to fuck with him, eh? Nice try, Alexis, but it was going to take a little bit more than that to fool ole Graham. If it wasn’t ketchup, what was it? Blood? Bwahahaha-

“Alexis is right. I don’t even like ketchup to be honest…”

-hahaha-wait...what?

“But yeah, this is blood.”

…

Graham looked from the towering chicka to the plate she had been carrying.

There WAS a little bag full of red stuff...but...it couldn’t be blood. Why the hell would it be? 

…

“...no. No. No. Nope. Nope. No. No. Nah. I can’t. I just can’t.”

Graham slid back down into his seat, staring down at the table.

Teleporters, Eldritch Horrors, Pedophiles, Giant Carrots, Bear Women…
He’d accept a lot of shit. He didn’t like it, but he’d fuckin’ deal with it. Because that’s what he did, he dealt. If somebody wanted to sit here and tell him that this chick was a vampire, well...that’s where he drew the fuckin’ line. Enough’s enough. Vampires just DIDN’T exist, dammit! Granted, he would have said the same about superpowers not too long ago, but...c’mon, universe, cut a guy a break? Just once?

Please?

And as if on cue, the universe shot down a beam of light onto Graham. “I gotchu, bro” he could have swore he heard. “Justice, and all that jazz, yo.”
…
Right, well there was no light and no funky universal voice, but there was a crash not too far from his table. Graham looked over, thankful for the timely distraction.

There was...well...a lump of people. Two chicks and...and…

Graham started laughing.

It was the fuckin’ perv. Pervybro, in a fit of pure, unadulterated lust, attacked two poor ladies. He just couldn’t control himself. He simply gave in to his more primal urges…Graham frowned slightly and shook his head. If that was the case, he should have been on top of both of them…Maybe the brunette simply intervened to rescue the blonde from His Perviness? And in the scuffle, the lot o’ them fell to the ground?

…

Fuck it. Works for him.

Tabitha & Gracie

“Tabitha!”

The manic mohawked miss made Gracie flinch when she suddenly popped up. The girl seemed to be radiating pure energy and enthusiasm. Normally she might be a bit off put by the sudden spunk but...there was a look in the girl’s eyes. The genuinity was rather comforting, surprisingly. Gracie quietly let go of her breath, returning to her calm, happy place. She knew Tabby. She could have taken a couple guesses, but by the look of things, she wouldn’t have to...

Tabby, upon hearing her name, lit up like a Christmas tree. It worked! Hopes and dreams are still alive, miracles DO happen! The youngest of the Turner brood spun around and greeted her roomie with a large goofy grin.

“Du-”

Before she could even begin to greet the Dutch chick, she was besieged by words. She had to give Anouk credit, dude wasn’t likely to be talked over any time soon. Which was righteous. Stand your ground, Anouk. You are a strong, independent woman that don’t need no man running her life.

“How’ve-you-been?-I-missed-you!-You-know-your-lil-bro-is-hanging-out-with-that-psycho-bitch-we-met-earlier?-And-is-this-your-twin?-Hi-I’m-Anouk,-Nice-to-meet-you!”

Tabby hopped up to her feet.

“Dude, I missed you too! Classes were sooo boring! And, wait, the jerk from th-Oh! Yeah, uh, Anouk, this is my older sister Gracie. Gracie, this is my roomie, Anouk.”

“A pleasure to meet you, Anouk.”

Grace offered Anouk a warm smile and accepted her hand lightly. A couple light shakes then drop with a nod. Gracie shot a look over to Tabitha. The younger ginger didn’t have to be a telepath to know what she wanted to know. What’s this about a psycho bitch? She just offered her grin back to Gracie and let out a chuckle.

“Great, great. Let’s all get along, yeah?”

About that time, a certain crashing sound caught the attention of both twins. Gracie gave it just a momentary glance, seeing a brunette on top of a guy with her arms somewhat around him, and the guy on top of another girl. No biggie. The first girl probably tripped into the guy who fell into the second girl. It happens. Not that interesting.

Tabitha wasn’t quite interested in the human sandwich either. Rather, she looked on to see her little bro at a table with the tiny dude from her first class, a giant chick that looked somewhat familiar…

And the bitch.

Well whaddya know?

She stiffled a giggle and turned back to her table. The hell was that about? Did wittle Wahem have a wittle cwush? Pfft...Oh well. Even dorks needed friends. Good on him. She turned her gaze back at Anouk.

“So dude...how ya diggin’ it so far?”

Theodore Turner

Grr…

Grrwwll...

Grrrrwwwllll...

Why was the line moving sooo slowly?

It was torture.

All he wanted in life was food.

Food is life.

Life is food.

How is that difficult people?

The line inched closer ahead. Ted inched closer to madness. There were so many tiny people in line...he wasn’t tiny. He was big. Surely they’d understand if he were to step over a few of them. In fact…

The student in front of Ted turned around and gave him a weird look, though it was rather appropriate considering the tall ginger had propped up against the nearby wall and was now trying to put his leg over the newbie.

“Just go…freak.”

Ted smiled and moved up in line. Yet another step closer to glorious, delicious rewards. He found himself behind a somewhat tall blonde. Something seemed rather familiar about her...but there was no time for that. For now, there could be only noms. 

After what felt to be an eternity in line, Ted found himself second only to the blonde. He was holding a tray and his mouth was like a faulty faucet. Everything looked so good…

“Ooh..it all looks so gooooood~”

Ted looked down at the blonde. She was in his head. Obviously his only choice was to not think.

…

…

…

Success!

“I’ll have one of everything!~”

Ted’s mouth opened. That was an option? By God…He looked from the food back to the blonde. Was this love? Was this what love felt like? 

“I want one of evvvverything! Come ooon, hurry it up!"

She seemed to be looking at one of the younger chefs. Odd...Ted hadn’t seen this one before. Poor newbie...but lunch was serious business. Either he was cut out for it or not.

Ted took a couple small steps forward and was now standing beside the mischevious Biology teacher. Certainly Ted would recognize her if he got a good look at her but...well...more pressing issues were at hand.

Ted made brief eye contact with the chef, then one his hooks were in, he anchored it and cranked up the intensity to eleven. All blinking had been delayed until fooddown. This was life or death, people.

“Yes. I’ll have what she’s having. I want one of everything too. Well, not two of everything…”

Ted trailed off for a moment, pondering...then he came back to Earth with a twinkle in his eye.

“Actually, no, wait, yes, I want two of everything. Mmm.”

Ted leaned forward, losing all humor in his face. His mouth hanged partly open. Eye contact was still intensifying.

“Food me, bro.”

It would be Newbie’s Trial by Fire.
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