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1969: The Freaks of Greenville High

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1969: The Freaks of Greenville High

Alex Rodriguez

September 5th, 1969.
1100 HRS

Alejandra was out from the school building, sun kissing her face as her eyes looked around to locate herself and calculate how many steps she had left so she was in the parking lot. Walking towards the impromptu theater that Nick had managed to create out of his absolute hate for the high school's horrid VP, her hazel orbs locked on the young adult who seemed to be looking around for something. This only made the Mexican girl cock a brow, inquisitively, and step further towards the area of interest, stopping just when she had reached the Counselor's car. Her hip met the blue colored vehicle's side as Alex leaned against it, her arms crossed over her breasts, looking on as the scene unfolded..

Noticing Lisa at a nearby bench with a food tray on her lap, looking on, was not out of the ordinary. The girl always seemed to be around hanging from the corners of every scenario. Never really interacting with anything that wasn't of any concern to her or her grades. Somehow, that seemed just right in Alex's mind, even though she wasn't much of following that ideology. The immigrant always deemed information valuable and if meddling with someone or paying close attention to her environments was required, she was up to pay that price.

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1103 HRS

Which was why a fucking loud sound was able to tear her eyes off the other girl and plaster her view on the drunk bastard they had to call VP holding onto Nick and, in the next second, they were both tumbling unto the ground. She blinked once, twice and before she knew it she was making her way to them, brows creased in worry.

As soon as she had gotten near them, she noticed the puddle of bright, shimmery yellowish something just hanging out in near the two bodies being shaken by officers. Her brows furrowed further, trying to think of what the fuck that was. Looking up, Alex noticed the same kid that had been helping the Counselor staring down in palpable confusion at the strange puddle, which only reinforced what she had quickly found out about it. It wasn't supposed to be there. Biting the inside of her cheeks, thinking of what she should do, Alex immediately stepped in front of it and positioned her feet "strategically" enough, trying her best to hide it from the police or any other set of curious eyes that happened to glance at it. She should definitely ask Nick if he knew what the fuck that was, after all, she wouldn't want the poor rebel getting in problemas over some lost evidence of his actions towards Chester's car.

"I think that medical kit idea sounds absolutely amazing right now." Alejandra said evenly, looking over both Kostache and Jones's bodies in search of any sign of injuries. Not being able of finding one at first glance gave the senior some relief but she knew perfectly well that it didn't mean they were totally fine and the prospect of having something to deal with any kind of given injury was always nice.

1969: The Freaks of Greenville High

I'm alive, yo0o0o.

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1969: The Freaks of Greenville High

Alex Rodriguez

September 5th, 1969.
0810 HRS

Alejandra's brown eyes traveled to the inside of the counselor's office. She noticed the face of one of the underclassmen and raised her brow inquisitively, wondering why would he be helping the lazy and obnoxiously chatty counselor. Nick's voice shook her out of her line of internal questioning and, looking at him, she listened to what he had to say.

The young woman rolled her eyes at the taller one of the two and clicked her tongue. Giving him a nod, she took a step forward and watched him walk inside the office. "I'll bring popcorn." She said, jokingly, before he was too far away. She leaned against the wall and hummed a song to herself while she waited for her turn to enter the office.

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0812 HRS

Taking several steps, she found herself in front of the infamous counselor and the guy helping him. She had winked at Nick as they passed by each other before the hazel eyes of the blonde fellow and her own brown orbs meet. Alex was pretty darn sure that her eyes held the ever growing question of why but, the curt voice of the young man she had seen just a several counted times throughout the school's halls was enough to make her keep her tongue in check and actually voice her inquiries. He had asked for her name and she provided it. "Alejandra Rodriguez". She said fluently, her Spanish accent thickening much more rather than it actually was whenever she spoke English.

She was given her papers and that was enough to tear a smile off of her. "Thank you, sweetie." Long locks moved as her head was tilted to the side. "What's your name?" The Mexican senior asked politely, the corner of her lips rounding up into a small grin. Her attention was taken away from the kid and placed upon the counselor. He began asking her in a friendly manner how her summer had been and a lot of annoying pleasantries. She replied curtly to every question he made and when finally, Alejandra had enough, she excused herself from both people filling the room and walked out of it.

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0900 HRS

After wandering from her locker to her classroom, heading to the auditorium was nothing more than a terrible, terrible experience, especially when, as a senior, one gets to know the different reasons why the principal would assemble everyone in the auditorium. The main one happened every first few days into the new year of school and it just meant sitting on your ass for two or more hours hearing the words of an old man who looked triumphant over his VP's pathetic existence. Alejandra decided to take a seat by the middle section of seats on the far end of the row, already scheming her escape route for when it was going to be needed.

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1040 HRS

Alex didn't know if she should cry, laugh, cringe or barf. That speech had given her physical pain. It was sad, really. That man would most likely become their next chief in command and he was so bad at his job as a VP, she couldn't imagine what shitshow he would make out of the position of principal.

That speech had been so bad that she had to look away, defeated by the sight of a middle aged man being a total waste of space and oxygen and just making such a fact much more clearer for everyone in the room. The way laughter erupted from many made her turn back to the stage and catch, just barely, the moment when Jones actually crashed against the chairs as if they had magically appeared in his way. They had come down to hit the cold, hard floor while he kept staggering towards the side of the stage, out of the sight of the many pair of eyes that were watching him.

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1050 HRS

Not being able to stomach much more from the absolute ridiculousness that this assembly became, Rodriguez stood up, calmly walked to the back door. One of her teachers asked what her business was outside of the auditorium when the assembly was still in motion and Alex held back a grin that threaten to spread. God bless this strange gift that she had discovered she had because fooling this one specifically without it would had been tough as balls. Concentrating, she began shifting the teacher's reality slightly, making a trail of blood appear on her thighs. Her face immediately became a mask of distress and absolute horror.

Looking around, Alejandra moved her hands down to try and cover her legs but intentionally failing miserably. "I'm so sorry but I really need to go to the bathroom." As expected, the male hadn't quite caught on and simply shook his head at her, telling her to hold it in. The dark haired senior lowered her eyes to the bloody spot she had been doing an awful job at covering and back up to the man who had followed her big eyes' movements. Realization hit the man's face and, oh my god, she wished she could picture his face at that exact second. Being the graphic depiction of what being mortified would be, he immediately moved aside and hurriedly pushed Alex out of the room.

Satisfied, as soon as the doors closed behind her, the immigrant tried to finish, in a way, the shit he had done on the teacher and, after a few beats passed, she decided if it was gone and out of his mind, then good but if it wasn't well, he wasn't going to exactly be seeing her soon. Alex walked towards an exit only some students knew of and neglecting faculty staff. She wondered if she will get to see Nick perfecting his craft.

1969: The Freaks of Greenville High

Should be able to reply on Monday or Tuesday. I'm on a trip right now.

1969: The Freaks of Greenville High

Alex Rodriguez

September 5th, 1969.
0806 HRS

Apparently whatever god was out there listened to her prayers and answered in the form of fucking Nick Kostache. Alex's eyelashes fluttered as she blinked, perplexed at the sudden movement coming from the young tall man in front of her. When the initial mild surprise left her organism, the Mexican senior chuckled at the man's antics and straightened, her fringed suede skirt falling naturally over her tan thighs. She uncrossed her arms which were covered by her yellow long sleeved button up shirt and smacked Kostache's make shift hand-camera with her right hand, breaking the perfectly lined shot the other had managed to get of her face. Brown orbs were rolled at the nickname, Alex's tongue clicking.

"Hola, dear gold mine." A brown eyebrow quirked following her words' playful tone. She looked at the unmoving line from over Nick's shoulder as she stood on her stretch boot covered toes, neck stretching out and eyes scanning the amount of kids that were in the same situation as her; which was perpetually waiting for the normally lazy counselor to get shit done.

Her feet returned to fully touch the firm ground and her gaze was shifted back to Nick's sharp features. "My summer was meh". Her shoulders were shrugged and a smile was thrown the local's way. "I mean, it certainly wasn't as eventful as I've heard yours was, Nicky boy." Alex's voice was a perfect description of what teasing sounded like. Rumors of the well known rebel just kept popping up on every teenager and adult's mouth. Her mother had come home one day from her usual grocery shopping to tell her, her voice ready to let some chisme loose, that she had heard the rich boy's shenanigans from one of her close friends at Greenville's local supermarket.

A laugh shook the woman's frame, hearing the "news" coming from the brunette's mouth. Of course, he would get into trouble after just a few days back to school. Alejandra didn't know the infamous Nick Kostache as much, really, but seeing his actions from afar was enough to give the foreigner an idea of how much of a troublemaker this guy was. She had nothing against his nature... actually, she really enjoyed watching the Greenvile version of Tom and Jerry he and the shitface Jones provided for the entire school body. "I could sweeten up the principal?". She inquired, jokingly, laughing a bit more. Her eyes scanned the man's body as he stretched out. She immediately raised her gaze as his voice called for her attention once more.

"Oh, do tell what your plans to claim justice are, Batman?" She looked back at the line that just kept growing. She noticed the ever so quiet Lisa Bryant and smiled her way. She seemed nice enough, might as well be polite. Alejandra eyed Nick and nodded, her smile pulling at her cheeks. "Don't worry, Kostache." The young woman stepped forward as the line began to finally moving after what seemed like 80 putos years. "You know what I do with people that don't pay me, so I trust my clients to actually do so." Her hands moved through her brown long locks that fell down across her shoulders and back. "Besides, you are one of my best clients". She shrugged once more, her maroon lips stretching into another smile of her own, her teeth visible.

1969: The Freaks of Greenville High

So I wrote Prescott and the nurse, take a look.
Students are a new tab, for now.

@DeadDrop

You are so good to us, Dead

1969: The Freaks of Greenville High

Alex Rodriguez

September 5th, 1969.
0750 HRS

"Mama, apurate.", a feminine voice deadpanned through gritted teeth. Her hazel eyes analysed the streets as her mother, Grecia, drove maniacally to school. They had been late out of their home thanks to her brother, Rodrigo. He had hid her bras all throughout the house the night before while she had been sleeping. His stupid shenanigans had left Alejandra without any kind of breast protection which was a thing she was definitely not up for while on school grounds. After several insults thrown at each other, her mother had intervened and politely asked the teenager to give the pieces of undergarment back to her very annoyed sister.

The older woman eyed the oldest of her children and gave a sigh. Now, in front of the high school, the car vibrated under them, patiently waiting to be driven back home. Alex turned to her mom and a smile tore through her features as she had found the woman looking at her with a raised eyebrow. "Never talk to me like that again, mija." She warned before leaning in and giving her daughter a quick hug. "Exito." Alejandra nodded and, grabbing her backpack she climbed out of the vehicle and walked towards the main entrance.

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0800 HRS

Walking into the school, the Mexican young woman passed the "competent" guard the school could afford to have and, looking Ethan's way, she gave him a wry grin. "Hello there, guard sir." She drawled out, snorting at the cautious looks some freshmen were giving the man as they strolled by. "Intimidating as ever, I see." Sarcasm dripped from her voice before her hand moved up to her forehead and was posed in a salute. She mouthed 'bye bye'to the security officer before making her way to her locker which, fortunately was not that far away from the first few halls.

Opening her locker, some notes greeted her with bills attached to them. Alejandra smiled, took the bills and placed them inside her wallet. Payment so early on the semester meant so many good things. Her hands moved swiftly through the locker's contents; books, folders labelled "homeworks" with stray papers inside, one of two lipsticks and some other stuff she used regularly while in school grounds. Closing her locker after collecting her stuff. Her eyes fell on the branching halls and she could hear a distinctive voice from not that far away. Fucking Chester Jones was at it again. Moving her gaze to her wristband, Alex simply rolled her eyes. It was so early for anyone to be dealing with that man. She huffed and began her journey to the counselor's office, hoping and wishing to Dios to not run into the horrid VP.

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0805 HRS

Turning the last corner that separated her from the so awaited meeting she had been called for a day before, Rodriguez groaned to herself as she seized up the long ass line of awaiting students. A few familiar faces here and there but said line was mostly made out of fresh new baby faces which she of course knew nothing about. Resigning she walked to the back of the line, greeting a few of her classmates and clients with a polite smile before getting to her spot and leaning on her right foot, hip popping to the side while her arms crossed over her breasts. The line moved from time to time and she could only hope for something to distract her while this eternal shitshow continued.

1969: The Freaks of Greenville High

Alex Rodriguez

^{FC: Adelaide Kane.}

_{"Get out of my way, pendejo"}

_{Personal Information}

Name: Alejandra Rosa Rodriguez.
Age: 18.
Grade: Twelfth.
Gender: Female.
Sexuality: Heterosexual.

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_{Superhuman Profile}

Ability Classification: Mental.

Ability Name: Illusion Manipulation.

Ability Overview:

Alejandra can create and modify an illusion that would make her target/targets see, hear, feel, smell and/or taste things that may or not exist/be happening. This ability can also manipulate the way people perceive certain things, twisting it from it's real properties in the target's mind and switching it up with something she can conjure up. Having it discovered just recently, she has only tried it out for just a few times, her first being on her ex-best friend, Erika, that occasion being accidental. The actual power this ability may have is unknown to her.

Limitations:

The most Alex has been able to hold up an illusion for has been about half an hour, give or take. Whenever she surpasses that, in her current newbie state, she would get a horrible headache and feel weak, since the concentration to create a believable enough illusions is demanding, tiring her out. People with other mental abilities are either much more difficult to keep in an illusion or immune to it.

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_{Appearance Information}

Height: 5'7''.
Weight: 126lbs.

Eye Color: Hazel.
Hair Color: Dark brown.

Physical Features:

Alex has always been called a giraffe throughout her early schooling days in Mexico. Now is no different, her being 5'7'' really helped her keep that creative and cute nickname, surpassing even her father. She has always been called out by her mom to be quite curvy and chubby, even though she only weighed 126lbs. "Mija, debes de dejar de comer!", her mom used to tell her, worried.

Her sometimes wavy-sometimes straight dark brown hair reached the middle of her back, making a nice combination with her barely sun kissed skin and her bright, big hazel colored eyes which just demanded to be seen. Having full lips have never been a great thing to have, considering that she loved to bite them, most of the time hurting them, making them appear swollen. Ah, let's not forget about the ridiculous amount of freckles that adorned her face!

Clothing:

The wardrobe in her room has seen the many aesthetic changes Alex has gone through. Going from a punk-ish look to a preppy one, Alex doesn't like sticking to a specific style and always tries to switch it up with any kind of accessory or mixing her clothes, creating new outfits for her to wear. Although, she does have a soft spot for the perfectly casual and gorgeous combination high waist denim pants, a plain shirt and a denim jacket becomes when put together. Her shoes of preference are mostly dark boots she finds on second-hand stores or simple flats that match with the given color scheme of her outfit.

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_{Psychological Information}

Personality Traits:

Adventurous | Cheerful | Outspoken | Aggressive | Stubborn | Curious

Likes:

Dick Men | Arts | Partying | Running | Booze | Cinematography | Reading

Dislikes:

Pendejos Assholes | Injustice | Boresome Shit

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_History

Hometown:

Playa del Carmen, Mexico.

Occupation:

Alex does homework for the lazy people in school and gets paid for it.

Clubs:

Book and Art club.

Backstory:

Being a Mexican immigrant was never a fun thing to be, considering all the jerks that roomed through the States thinking they owned the fucking place. That's why Alejandra, first child to Grecia and Alfonso, having been born in the town of Playa del Carmen, Quintana Roo, Mexico- a place always packed with tourists thanks to the beautiful beaches and areas all over the state- had always received an ill treatment from all those shitfaces. She would receive comments to "just go back to the pigsty she had been living all those years before" and Alex was left to hold her fists tight and clench her jaw. Although the sons of bitches ground her gears, she thanked them greatly. If it hadn't been because of their constant shit throwing, she wouldn't had owned up to her heritage and learned how to sucker punch those ugly, cavity filled teeth the stupid childs had off their shit eating grins that quickly enough turned into frowns and sulks.

Her father worked as one of the big shots at a jewelry store when they were back in Mexico while her mother committed completely to her two beautiful children, her brother, Rodrigo, and herself. It wasn't up until she turned 11 that her father had decided to grab the crap and move up to the gran Estados Unidos. Being just a child at the time, she didn't have an opinion that mattered to the decision making and, when papers finally came in allowing them legal immigration, she blinked and there they were: living in freaking Illinois. Greenville, to be particularly exact. She had been enrolled to the public school system and actually grown to like it. The brunette had eventually made friends and her permanent stay didn't seem to be something so bad after all. Her sister Brianda was born two years later, even after being an unexpected baby, she filled the household with laughter, sobbing and just a lot of emotions. Alex and Brianda grew to be pretty close... so close it came to the point the younger girl started calling Alejandra "Mami". She had lost her virginity at 17 with a guy she had meet over summer vacation, after that experience, she knew cocks were totally her thing.

Fast forward 5 years and there you had, a bilingual teen just hanging around with her best friend, Erika, by the woods, trying to cool off some steam that had been accumulating through the semester. It was at this time that her ability shown up for the first. She had been angry at the time, thinking about punching the teacher's face so hard and for an embarrassing amount of times until his face became a dish of smashed flesh with a big scoop of crimson sauce. The image had been enough to relax Alex but, little did she know, those same gory visuals had appeared ever so vividly in her friend's mind, making her think that had been happening right in front of her. Alex looked, eyes wide with her mouth hanging open, at the horrified girl. It wasn't until a high pitched screaming became ever so present in their surroundings that the Mexican girl had snapped out of it. Realization dawned when she saw those blue eyes looking straight at her, terror filled. She had clearly heard Erika exclaim between ragged breaths, "Y-You... what did you just do?!". That was Alex's cue to sprint off and leave the trembling girl alone to scream, shout- ask for help.

A week had gone by and the news had been all over the papers. "Local girl found screaming in the middle of the woods now being taken to mental institution for further psychological analysis". This had torn Alejandra, emotionally speaking, but she had soon recovered and it eventually was outgrown by her curiosity over what the fuck had happened and what the hell did she do. She then began testing her abilities on her family, being able to pull small little illusions, like making her mom think her father had been okay with Alex going off with her friends to a party and so on.

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_{Relationships}

Grecia Arroyo - Mother.

Grecia's the typical latina mom. Alex absolutely adores her and would absolutely hurt anyone who dared do wrong to her.

Alfonso Rodriguez - Father.

Strict, tobacco addicted but a good father overall. Alex feels her father might over do it with the way he goes around yelling and being strict with her siblings, but, meh, a little bit of hollering never killed nobody.

Rodrigo Rodriguez - Brother.

Being the second born and barely 13, he never gets shit for whatever shenanigan he is up to. Alex loves him, of course, but sometimes she can't stand him, this feeling intensifying when she catches him trying to get into her personal stuff.

Brianda Rodriguez - Sister.

Last child that was born into the Rodriguez household. With just 5, she's everyone's adoration, being cute and very, very funny. She is Alex's little treasure.

Erika Hansen - Ex-Best Friend.

After the incident in the forest, Erika never spoke again to her, telling everyone what she "had done" and calling her a monster. Meh, she was better off without her, anyway.

Nick Kostashe - Liked.

Easy money always has a beautiful ring to it. It also helps that the rebel is eye pleasing and always manages to entertain the entire high school with the shit he pulls. Other than watching his actions against teachers/school and receiving his money, she doesn't know him that well.

Chester Jones - Disliked.

Guy's a fucking xenophobic shithead, Alex can't stand him with all the facial expressions he provides her. Maybe that's why she actually enjoys watching Nick give him a hard time.

Lisa Bryant - Interested/Neutral.

She doesn't know Lisa, really. Sharing a few classes here and there has given Alejandra a bit of a perspective as to how much the girl keeps to herself and her clique. She has noticed the girl has good taste in music from snippets of conversations she has overheard from the girl talking to her group.

Liam Stromberg - Neutral.

Alex knows jackshit of the younger high schoolers. The only ones she knows are thanks to her line of work, which is why Liam is just a blurred spot in Alex's mind. She has obviously seen him walking alone through the hallways of school but she has never really paid attention to him.

Lucy Miller - Interested/Neutral.

Alejandra has always had a strong liking to persons with interesting point of views and personalities which would make Lucy perfect for Alex's ever growing curiosity of the people surrounding her. Alex has definitely made a memo to try and chat with her and actually get a good read on the girl.

Andrew Jones - Neutral.

Much like Liam's case, Andrew is not someone Alex really thinks about for long. His English accent does certainly call to her attention, though. Having a person from another country is always a breath of fresh air for her.