Poppy Flanagan
Hmmm, Theresa isn't so bad after all. Stupid Amanda. If she hadn't of said anything Poppy would have started off being comfortable from the get go, of course she'd have found out sooner or later and that might have been worse. At the very least she could have been a bit more respectful.
While Theresa was getting ready Poppy quickly changed in the bathroom. At her beckon she took her seat. She was a little worried at first, but it turned out that she got lucky with a roommate in some ways. One step at a time she was coming to terms with it. More than anything it just felt awkward. Nothing on Theresa's part. Since they had met she had been nothing but kind and considerate. The comment about other ways to keep her hair took her off guard a little.
"No way! I'd look plain silly." She responded a little more forcefully than she meant to. Especially when she realized it was a joke. Best thing she could do was play along. "Well it might make me look smarter, all my hair could have come from a larger head like an evil villain on tv. or something." It started off good, sorta fell short at the end when it took a little long to explain why. Even with her own discomfort she was rather conscious about her own impression she was giving.
Once finished up Theresa was biting the nail to get going. Poppy was hungry to so she didn't complain. "Coming!" she replied as she pulled on her flats and raced out the door. She followed her roommate to the cafeteria, through the line, then to the table.
When it came to sit down Theresa seemed a little unsure about something. Could it be me? Poppy still wasn't reassured when she was invited to join her. Oh, so she does take it off sometimes. Well everyone has to eat. She tried not to stare as she soaked it in what lay under her scarf. Nothing to special, though she did admit that Theresa was quite feminine in build. He first guess as to why she wore it was to conceal something that gave her away. Seemed that she was wrong.
"Why would I start to feel funny?" Poppy had just dug into a flapjack and had been prepared to shovel it into her mouth. now instead she held it there as she waited for a response. She wasn't going to be able to eat comfortably until she knew the answer.
(not going to have Vespera choose a spot to sit yet)
True Night Member
Friendly Neighborhood Forum Lurker
STATUS: Getting back into forum RPs... Hope all goes well. 9 yrs ago
- Last Seen: 8 yrs ago
- Joined: 10 yrs ago
- Posts: 110 (0.03 / day)
- VMs: 0
-
Username history
- True Night 10 yrs ago
-
Latest 10 profile visitors:
-
Most recent →
Mixtape Ghost N
Status
Recent Statuses
9 yrs ago
Current
Getting back into forum RPs... Hope all goes well.
Bio
User has no bio, yet
Most Recent Posts
Poppy Flanagan
Only moments after the siren went off Poppy was bolt upright in bed. She'd always been awakened gently by a servant, this was something foreign to her. Her eyes were wide and her heart pounding. The harsh volume prompted her to cover her ears. It didn't take long to figure out what it was for, by the time it was over she had managed to calm down. They could have turned it off sooner. She felt some crusties in her eyes so she unclasped her ears to flick them away. As she did so she was alerted to Theresa's presence.
She was already dressed, thankfully. Now that there wouldn't be contestation for the bathroom Poppy felt more comfortable with this arrangement. It was short lived as she realized she must look disheveled. When she reached up to run her fingers through her mop she was met with fierce resistance. Great. And I only have two hours... Yet another thing she rarely had do herself. With a lack of practice and such a daunting task she'd be lucky to be done in an hour. That didn't leave her very much time for everything else she had to do.
"Good morning Theresa." Poppy yawned and slid out of bed. As per usual she wore a white nightgown to bed. "Thanks for the pointers." After hearing what she had to say about how easy it was to get ready she wasn't so sure about what she was about to ask. "Um, yeah... about that." She shuffled her feet and looked towards the ground. I can't believe I'm doing this... It wasn't like she could ask anyone else though. "Would you mind helping with my hair before we go?..." Poppy quickly added "if not it's fine. I'll have to figure out how to get ready in timely manner sooner or later."
(you could still have them head to breakfast during your post, doesn't need to be a long scene if any at all)
Vespera Spindel
On the opposite side of the room from Shannon the bed remain unoccupied. Instead Vespera made almost a hammock of webs suspended over the blankets bellow. Her spider side didn't like being smothered by fabric, there was also the fact that she sometimes to transformed in her dormancy. Back during her first year she ruined a few besets and tore up her mattress with the sharp parts of her exoskeleton. One eye opened and glanced over at the clock. It read 5:58 AM, about the same time she stirred from her quiescence every morning. After following about the same routine for over twelve years her it was hardwired into her body clock.
Soundlessly Vespera creeped from her nest and slipped into one of her many and very similar outfits. There actually was a reason that she wore form fitting clothing, aside from aesthetics. Her body didn't grow very much when she transformed allowing her to keep her outfit intact. The main problem was her limbs. One solved by including barely visible slits on the sides of her tops. While she could per say do the same thing with a t-shirt, the slack of the fabric made it difficult to navigated them through the cutouts as they were growing. Cotton isn't the strongest material so she usually ended up making a new set of openings despite her best efforts. Not to mention that the they would be ever present. Of course a jumpsuit would work functionally as well as a corset, it just wasn't her style, or anyone's for that matter.
All it took was a minute, then she was back in her improvised cot. This time she grabbed her knitting needles and yarn. Laying back comfortably she started on the first row. What she was making was yet to be determined, but she'd figure it out soon enough. She always did.
Hmmm, If I knit loverboy a ridiculous sweater I wonder if he'd wear it. Oh wait, I'm forgetting something. For a moment there she wasn't thinking about his missing arm. It would look even sillier with a limp sleeve, but it wouldn't be very prudent gift. The best ideas were for cold weather articles, something that scarcely happened in the tropics. Guess I'll make another shawl then. It was one of her more common projects as it was of the few things she could make that she liked to wear. Another were the half veils she was so fond of.
At five till Vespera vacated the room, she couldn't stand the wake up call. The decibel count considered adequate to wake hardest sleeping students was borderline ear shattering to her sensitive hearing.
First thing was first, she needed some sustenance. Rather than following the stairwell down Vespera placed one hand, then the other on the wall. Shortly thereafter she began to scale the side of the dorms with ease. Once on the roof she created a zipline to the closest part of the surround jungle saving her some time. A leap and a bite later she had breakfast. Looked like today she was having anteater.
Once that was out of the way she entered the cafeteria and looked for a good place to sit.
Only moments after the siren went off Poppy was bolt upright in bed. She'd always been awakened gently by a servant, this was something foreign to her. Her eyes were wide and her heart pounding. The harsh volume prompted her to cover her ears. It didn't take long to figure out what it was for, by the time it was over she had managed to calm down. They could have turned it off sooner. She felt some crusties in her eyes so she unclasped her ears to flick them away. As she did so she was alerted to Theresa's presence.
She was already dressed, thankfully. Now that there wouldn't be contestation for the bathroom Poppy felt more comfortable with this arrangement. It was short lived as she realized she must look disheveled. When she reached up to run her fingers through her mop she was met with fierce resistance. Great. And I only have two hours... Yet another thing she rarely had do herself. With a lack of practice and such a daunting task she'd be lucky to be done in an hour. That didn't leave her very much time for everything else she had to do.
"Good morning Theresa." Poppy yawned and slid out of bed. As per usual she wore a white nightgown to bed. "Thanks for the pointers." After hearing what she had to say about how easy it was to get ready she wasn't so sure about what she was about to ask. "Um, yeah... about that." She shuffled her feet and looked towards the ground. I can't believe I'm doing this... It wasn't like she could ask anyone else though. "Would you mind helping with my hair before we go?..." Poppy quickly added "if not it's fine. I'll have to figure out how to get ready in timely manner sooner or later."
(you could still have them head to breakfast during your post, doesn't need to be a long scene if any at all)
Vespera Spindel
On the opposite side of the room from Shannon the bed remain unoccupied. Instead Vespera made almost a hammock of webs suspended over the blankets bellow. Her spider side didn't like being smothered by fabric, there was also the fact that she sometimes to transformed in her dormancy. Back during her first year she ruined a few besets and tore up her mattress with the sharp parts of her exoskeleton. One eye opened and glanced over at the clock. It read 5:58 AM, about the same time she stirred from her quiescence every morning. After following about the same routine for over twelve years her it was hardwired into her body clock.
Soundlessly Vespera creeped from her nest and slipped into one of her many and very similar outfits. There actually was a reason that she wore form fitting clothing, aside from aesthetics. Her body didn't grow very much when she transformed allowing her to keep her outfit intact. The main problem was her limbs. One solved by including barely visible slits on the sides of her tops. While she could per say do the same thing with a t-shirt, the slack of the fabric made it difficult to navigated them through the cutouts as they were growing. Cotton isn't the strongest material so she usually ended up making a new set of openings despite her best efforts. Not to mention that the they would be ever present. Of course a jumpsuit would work functionally as well as a corset, it just wasn't her style, or anyone's for that matter.
All it took was a minute, then she was back in her improvised cot. This time she grabbed her knitting needles and yarn. Laying back comfortably she started on the first row. What she was making was yet to be determined, but she'd figure it out soon enough. She always did.
Hmmm, If I knit loverboy a ridiculous sweater I wonder if he'd wear it. Oh wait, I'm forgetting something. For a moment there she wasn't thinking about his missing arm. It would look even sillier with a limp sleeve, but it wouldn't be very prudent gift. The best ideas were for cold weather articles, something that scarcely happened in the tropics. Guess I'll make another shawl then. It was one of her more common projects as it was of the few things she could make that she liked to wear. Another were the half veils she was so fond of.
At five till Vespera vacated the room, she couldn't stand the wake up call. The decibel count considered adequate to wake hardest sleeping students was borderline ear shattering to her sensitive hearing.
First thing was first, she needed some sustenance. Rather than following the stairwell down Vespera placed one hand, then the other on the wall. Shortly thereafter she began to scale the side of the dorms with ease. Once on the roof she created a zipline to the closest part of the surround jungle saving her some time. A leap and a bite later she had breakfast. Looked like today she was having anteater.
Once that was out of the way she entered the cafeteria and looked for a good place to sit.
Vespera
Chris is rather persistent, bordering lunacy. Back when we met was around when I first began to even notice boys. After hearing him go on about how he was there for her and how she didn't have to say anything about who she was now it made him seem desperate. Which she supposed would be natural for man who hadn't laid hands on a woman for twelves years. Either he doesn't know what he's saying or he just wants into my pants. If you don't need to know a woman's personality grab a hooker. Despite appearances and a few rumors floating about that was something she was not. Huh, since they teach sex ed in 6th grade I wonder how much he knows about the birds and the bees. I suppose somebody else could have enlightened him, or maybe he learned it all natural. That last thought really tickled her, but she did her best to suppress her amusement.
How he immediately ate his words confirmed that it was the former. Vespera reached out with one of her long gloved hands and gingerly caressed his cheek. Then with her pointer and thumb she lightly pinched his lips. A clear sign to be quiet. As she did so she brought a finger to her own. "Shhh, hush now. If you mean what you say you'll have chance to prove it." She released Chris's chops and smiled, there was a satisfied gleam in her eye. Hopefully that'll be enough of that topic, at while so many others are present. Fortunate for her he took to the subject of roommates.
"I'd say that's about right." Vespera couldn't think of anyone else Chris's age who was going to be need a roommate. When they reached the front to get their assignments Vespera mulled over her's briefly. Shannon. Great. I'm never going to hear the end of her complaining. Sure enough Chris had it worse, Valjean didn't get along with much of anyone. Especially somebody noble hearted and physically disadvantaged. I'm sure he can handle himself though. If not he wasn't worth her time anyways.
"Oh I know who my roommate is. Glasses in the corner." Vespera motioned to the corner Shannon occupied. This sounds entertaining. "Be my guest, I'll be right behind you." There was a distinct reason she said behind rather than beside. One, if she was with Chris Valjean would certainly bring her into it. She didn't want to lose her newest toy nor face. Two, it might get his hopes higher than she wanted. Even though at this point all that she planned on was using him she still couldn't be too easy to get.
Chris is rather persistent, bordering lunacy. Back when we met was around when I first began to even notice boys. After hearing him go on about how he was there for her and how she didn't have to say anything about who she was now it made him seem desperate. Which she supposed would be natural for man who hadn't laid hands on a woman for twelves years. Either he doesn't know what he's saying or he just wants into my pants. If you don't need to know a woman's personality grab a hooker. Despite appearances and a few rumors floating about that was something she was not. Huh, since they teach sex ed in 6th grade I wonder how much he knows about the birds and the bees. I suppose somebody else could have enlightened him, or maybe he learned it all natural. That last thought really tickled her, but she did her best to suppress her amusement.
How he immediately ate his words confirmed that it was the former. Vespera reached out with one of her long gloved hands and gingerly caressed his cheek. Then with her pointer and thumb she lightly pinched his lips. A clear sign to be quiet. As she did so she brought a finger to her own. "Shhh, hush now. If you mean what you say you'll have chance to prove it." She released Chris's chops and smiled, there was a satisfied gleam in her eye. Hopefully that'll be enough of that topic, at while so many others are present. Fortunate for her he took to the subject of roommates.
"I'd say that's about right." Vespera couldn't think of anyone else Chris's age who was going to be need a roommate. When they reached the front to get their assignments Vespera mulled over her's briefly. Shannon. Great. I'm never going to hear the end of her complaining. Sure enough Chris had it worse, Valjean didn't get along with much of anyone. Especially somebody noble hearted and physically disadvantaged. I'm sure he can handle himself though. If not he wasn't worth her time anyways.
"Oh I know who my roommate is. Glasses in the corner." Vespera motioned to the corner Shannon occupied. This sounds entertaining. "Be my guest, I'll be right behind you." There was a distinct reason she said behind rather than beside. One, if she was with Chris Valjean would certainly bring her into it. She didn't want to lose her newest toy nor face. Two, it might get his hopes higher than she wanted. Even though at this point all that she planned on was using him she still couldn't be too easy to get.
Power outage yesterday, internet provider today... Working on a post nonetheless.
Poppy Flanagan
Poppy swallowed nervously before she turned to see who Amanda was pointing at. Looks like a girl to me... She started off towards her without saying anything in response. I don't owe her anything, and Nikki didn't even say anything. Oh well, at least she was nice. As she got closer she could see how Theresa could of really been a boy. I wonder why he wanted-this going to get hard to get used to... I almost wish I didn't know. However from her train she knew that all it would take is repetition, but she had to start now. The last thing she wanted to do was offend the only company she was going to be able to count on during her stay.
"Are... are you Theresa?" Poppy said shakily. Taking a deep breath she recalled all her tutoring on etiquette, which wasn't hard since it was borderline drilled into her until it just became her. She couldn't change the situation, what she could change was her outlook on it. Just treat her like any other girl. "I'm Poppy, Poppy Flanagan. It's very nice to meet you!" I wonder what she looks like under the scarf, and it's so hot, why wear it? Those were question for later though.
Vespera
If anyone else had hinted at Dellamore's speech having value Vespera would have ditched them right there. In Chris's case he could be expected to be a little out of touch. As they walked Vespera shamelessly looked Chris over several times. Staring was something she had always done, since her youth she was much better at contoller her urges to examine things. Judgemental was the last thing he was, or at least used to be. However that was an extremely unlikely characteristic to develop living alone in the jungle. From the scar tissue it seems that arms been long gone. Likely a result of the accident. I wonder what exactly did happen. The whole thing was hush hush aside from who died. She was by no means expecting or prepared for him to disclose everything he'd endured so suddenly.
Vespera found Chris's passion enticing. Not in the way he might have hoped for. She hadn't eaten since that morning. Pheromones let off by the human body when distressed odorless to the typical person filled her sensitive nostrils. So sweet, only topped by fear. The forbidden fruits of life. She'd have to go hunting later or suffer the packets of bloody meat she arranged to be provided with in place of regular meals. This all isn't to say she wasn't intrigued by what he was saying, because she was.
So he was responsible, figures why he's all broken up about it. I'd be without the arm. The thought prompted a glance her her own. Her abilities would have made that a non-permanent issue. Why is he telling me all of this. It didn't take long to form some hypothesis's. Going off the assumption that he used to be attracted to me he must be clinging to what is familiar. Maybe he thought about me over the years and wished he'd been bold before it was too late. Only one question remained. What about me did he find so special? My sinfully good looks perhaps. Or maybe he fell for the itsy bitsy spider of old. Too bad she was devoured by a black widow.
Unbeknownst to Chris Vespera had some blood on her hands as well. Numerous fights both inside and outside the arena with a few fatalities back in the city. Two from her early youth that were fueled by simple hunger. One on an excursion during her sixteenth year where she took self defense further than necessary. Even though the man wasn't a really threat with a mere switchblade it was the notion of forcible taking her belongings or worse that crossed the line. Killing wasn't intentional, in the heat of the moment she didn't consider how fragile normal people were. On her latest for her twenty first year the man who took the pot her first experience gambling had a surprise waiting for him on the way to his car. Left him anemic and penniless. It was rather difficult to solve meta-human related crimes using traditional forensics, and the Academy was a perfect safe haven. I wonder from a moral standpoint which of us is more pure. Eleven cases of manslaughter or two acts of instinct and one more deliberate. Such questions were amusing and trivial more than anything else. After more full embracing her animal side she followed the law of the jungle more so than anything laid down by man.
By it's rules the both of them were right as rain.
Thankfully Chris didn't break down into tears, comforting was something she had never been good at. Now she didn't have the motivation to do so either.
At the sound of her old pet name she realized that she hadn't called Chris by any sort of name this entire time. "On the contrary I'm glad you told me, Chris. Yes I have indeed changed, black suits me well, among other things..." Admired and looked up to. That's ironic. Aspiring to be the downtrodden singled out for her strange habits. If anything he pitied her.
"Not all of what they say is true." Vespera deliberately left the statement open so as to accept that some it was. Truthfully some of it she didn't mind.
Already moving on she pointed up ahead. "Remember my first time walking this path, seems like a distant dream." Oh great. Outside the admin building she could see Chihuahua and flashlight head. It was best to ignore them and hopeful they'd do likewise. "Wonder who my roommate is this year, my one from last year only wanted two years post high school." It wasn't like Chris could contribute much on the subject, but having a conversation going would show that she's not interested in them at the moment.
(Go ahead and have them enter Inferno, need to warp up my post here)
Poppy swallowed nervously before she turned to see who Amanda was pointing at. Looks like a girl to me... She started off towards her without saying anything in response. I don't owe her anything, and Nikki didn't even say anything. Oh well, at least she was nice. As she got closer she could see how Theresa could of really been a boy. I wonder why he wanted-this going to get hard to get used to... I almost wish I didn't know. However from her train she knew that all it would take is repetition, but she had to start now. The last thing she wanted to do was offend the only company she was going to be able to count on during her stay.
"Are... are you Theresa?" Poppy said shakily. Taking a deep breath she recalled all her tutoring on etiquette, which wasn't hard since it was borderline drilled into her until it just became her. She couldn't change the situation, what she could change was her outlook on it. Just treat her like any other girl. "I'm Poppy, Poppy Flanagan. It's very nice to meet you!" I wonder what she looks like under the scarf, and it's so hot, why wear it? Those were question for later though.
Vespera
If anyone else had hinted at Dellamore's speech having value Vespera would have ditched them right there. In Chris's case he could be expected to be a little out of touch. As they walked Vespera shamelessly looked Chris over several times. Staring was something she had always done, since her youth she was much better at contoller her urges to examine things. Judgemental was the last thing he was, or at least used to be. However that was an extremely unlikely characteristic to develop living alone in the jungle. From the scar tissue it seems that arms been long gone. Likely a result of the accident. I wonder what exactly did happen. The whole thing was hush hush aside from who died. She was by no means expecting or prepared for him to disclose everything he'd endured so suddenly.
Vespera found Chris's passion enticing. Not in the way he might have hoped for. She hadn't eaten since that morning. Pheromones let off by the human body when distressed odorless to the typical person filled her sensitive nostrils. So sweet, only topped by fear. The forbidden fruits of life. She'd have to go hunting later or suffer the packets of bloody meat she arranged to be provided with in place of regular meals. This all isn't to say she wasn't intrigued by what he was saying, because she was.
So he was responsible, figures why he's all broken up about it. I'd be without the arm. The thought prompted a glance her her own. Her abilities would have made that a non-permanent issue. Why is he telling me all of this. It didn't take long to form some hypothesis's. Going off the assumption that he used to be attracted to me he must be clinging to what is familiar. Maybe he thought about me over the years and wished he'd been bold before it was too late. Only one question remained. What about me did he find so special? My sinfully good looks perhaps. Or maybe he fell for the itsy bitsy spider of old. Too bad she was devoured by a black widow.
Unbeknownst to Chris Vespera had some blood on her hands as well. Numerous fights both inside and outside the arena with a few fatalities back in the city. Two from her early youth that were fueled by simple hunger. One on an excursion during her sixteenth year where she took self defense further than necessary. Even though the man wasn't a really threat with a mere switchblade it was the notion of forcible taking her belongings or worse that crossed the line. Killing wasn't intentional, in the heat of the moment she didn't consider how fragile normal people were. On her latest for her twenty first year the man who took the pot her first experience gambling had a surprise waiting for him on the way to his car. Left him anemic and penniless. It was rather difficult to solve meta-human related crimes using traditional forensics, and the Academy was a perfect safe haven. I wonder from a moral standpoint which of us is more pure. Eleven cases of manslaughter or two acts of instinct and one more deliberate. Such questions were amusing and trivial more than anything else. After more full embracing her animal side she followed the law of the jungle more so than anything laid down by man.
By it's rules the both of them were right as rain.
Thankfully Chris didn't break down into tears, comforting was something she had never been good at. Now she didn't have the motivation to do so either.
At the sound of her old pet name she realized that she hadn't called Chris by any sort of name this entire time. "On the contrary I'm glad you told me, Chris. Yes I have indeed changed, black suits me well, among other things..." Admired and looked up to. That's ironic. Aspiring to be the downtrodden singled out for her strange habits. If anything he pitied her.
"Not all of what they say is true." Vespera deliberately left the statement open so as to accept that some it was. Truthfully some of it she didn't mind.
Already moving on she pointed up ahead. "Remember my first time walking this path, seems like a distant dream." Oh great. Outside the admin building she could see Chihuahua and flashlight head. It was best to ignore them and hopeful they'd do likewise. "Wonder who my roommate is this year, my one from last year only wanted two years post high school." It wasn't like Chris could contribute much on the subject, but having a conversation going would show that she's not interested in them at the moment.
(Go ahead and have them enter Inferno, need to warp up my post here)
Alright, reason I ask is I'm trying to figure out how often Vespera would have left the Academy over the years if at all. While she's afraid of water, and thus the boat ride, she might have braved the trip a few times considering how long she's been there. Surely at least when she completed the high school portion of her education if at no other time.
Does the Academy have a vacation period where most students leave to the mainland until school starts up again? Or does it go all year year round?
Poppy
Making a huge fuss bout it didn't seem like the right call. After all she hadn't even met this Theresa. On the other side of things she couldn't feel comfortable with the arrangement either. Poppy had to ask herself Is this girl for real? So far it was hard to separate a suggestion from a joke. In any case there was no way she was going to take her advice about the headmaster. Nikki disapprovingly brought her hand to her face which made Poppy giggle in spite of her predicament.
Thanks to what she said next she at least had a potential way out. Crossdresser vs bugs... Not exactly the best options, however the decision was hers. "I guess I'll give Theresa a chance... just make sure your creepy crawlies don't make a nest or something in the other bed, alright?" Poppy shuddered at the thought of not only being in the same room as a swarm of them, but having to sleep with them and always watch her step.
(about out of creative juice for this scene until others show up)
Vespera
Typical Valjean, swinging until the very end. For all his big talk she knew that the chances of him losing against Henry and just about any other meta was near absolute. It didn't much matter what their power was. The three predators were generally so evenly matched that the addition of a partner was sure to tip the scales. He wasn't dumb enough to actually try anything though, at least not here. Deborah the faker swooped in to calm him down. The signs are everywhere you brick, maybe you should pay a little more attention to physiology class and use your senses a bit more. Vespera didn't need to be no Vera to know Valjean was being used. Heck even those without a power like hers or background in behavioral knowledge should have been able to catch that face she made. It'll be interesting to see who he explodes on once her charade falls through. How it had lasted this long she had no idea.
Wonder if Sam here is going to take his challenge. Only one way to find out. With any luck she would have found somebody that she was similarly confident she could use as a stepping stool. Vespera wasn't about to let Valjean have all the fun.
"Me join in? Too amateurish, too public." Vespera winked at Henry. She was refuting her involvement this time but generally acknowledging what he said to be true. With that said she likewise turned her attention the ghost from the past. However she didn't break it for the sake of any of the other students. Dragonfly did seem to have his hands full.
Even though Vespera knew full well who it was the shock of the reunion rand both ways. For her it was simply being called 'Vess' again. Those words uncorked a torrent of memories and emotions she didn't particularly care to relive. From a time when she herself was trying to fit in, before she donned black. Back when she was ignorant and weak. This was the her Chris must still see when looking at her all these years later. She trembled briefly before regaining her composure.
Erratic heartbeat, stumbling on words, redness in the face. He's nervous rather nervous to see me. They were never that close, the fact that she avoided everyone and trusted nobody the biggest contributor. Still, she always remembered him as being nice. A few times she caught his wander eyes towards her. The last of which she remembered, a few days before the accident the ended up locking gazes for a few awkward moments until they both broke away. Did I mean something to him? Her diagnosis of what she remembered with the knowledge she had now told her yes.
Wonder how he'd feel if he knew me now. A part of her liked being recognized for something other than being a monster or bitch. She was going to try her darnedest to keep anyone other than herself from influencing Chris on this matter.
Vespera approached him so they could keep their conversation more personal. "Yes it's me. Might have moved on if the education elsewhere could compare." This she was sure sounded strange considering how much she used to reject the system. She uncharacteristically struggled with her next set of words, somethng that wasn't so uncommon way back when. "Ho-" How have you survived. "Wher-" Where have you been hiding out? Why?
In the end all she said was "I guess we have some catching up to do... Could always take it slow on out way over to Administration."
Making a huge fuss bout it didn't seem like the right call. After all she hadn't even met this Theresa. On the other side of things she couldn't feel comfortable with the arrangement either. Poppy had to ask herself Is this girl for real? So far it was hard to separate a suggestion from a joke. In any case there was no way she was going to take her advice about the headmaster. Nikki disapprovingly brought her hand to her face which made Poppy giggle in spite of her predicament.
Thanks to what she said next she at least had a potential way out. Crossdresser vs bugs... Not exactly the best options, however the decision was hers. "I guess I'll give Theresa a chance... just make sure your creepy crawlies don't make a nest or something in the other bed, alright?" Poppy shuddered at the thought of not only being in the same room as a swarm of them, but having to sleep with them and always watch her step.
(about out of creative juice for this scene until others show up)
Vespera
Typical Valjean, swinging until the very end. For all his big talk she knew that the chances of him losing against Henry and just about any other meta was near absolute. It didn't much matter what their power was. The three predators were generally so evenly matched that the addition of a partner was sure to tip the scales. He wasn't dumb enough to actually try anything though, at least not here. Deborah the faker swooped in to calm him down. The signs are everywhere you brick, maybe you should pay a little more attention to physiology class and use your senses a bit more. Vespera didn't need to be no Vera to know Valjean was being used. Heck even those without a power like hers or background in behavioral knowledge should have been able to catch that face she made. It'll be interesting to see who he explodes on once her charade falls through. How it had lasted this long she had no idea.
Wonder if Sam here is going to take his challenge. Only one way to find out. With any luck she would have found somebody that she was similarly confident she could use as a stepping stool. Vespera wasn't about to let Valjean have all the fun.
"Me join in? Too amateurish, too public." Vespera winked at Henry. She was refuting her involvement this time but generally acknowledging what he said to be true. With that said she likewise turned her attention the ghost from the past. However she didn't break it for the sake of any of the other students. Dragonfly did seem to have his hands full.
Even though Vespera knew full well who it was the shock of the reunion rand both ways. For her it was simply being called 'Vess' again. Those words uncorked a torrent of memories and emotions she didn't particularly care to relive. From a time when she herself was trying to fit in, before she donned black. Back when she was ignorant and weak. This was the her Chris must still see when looking at her all these years later. She trembled briefly before regaining her composure.
Erratic heartbeat, stumbling on words, redness in the face. He's nervous rather nervous to see me. They were never that close, the fact that she avoided everyone and trusted nobody the biggest contributor. Still, she always remembered him as being nice. A few times she caught his wander eyes towards her. The last of which she remembered, a few days before the accident the ended up locking gazes for a few awkward moments until they both broke away. Did I mean something to him? Her diagnosis of what she remembered with the knowledge she had now told her yes.
Wonder how he'd feel if he knew me now. A part of her liked being recognized for something other than being a monster or bitch. She was going to try her darnedest to keep anyone other than herself from influencing Chris on this matter.
Vespera approached him so they could keep their conversation more personal. "Yes it's me. Might have moved on if the education elsewhere could compare." This she was sure sounded strange considering how much she used to reject the system. She uncharacteristically struggled with her next set of words, somethng that wasn't so uncommon way back when. "Ho-" How have you survived. "Wher-" Where have you been hiding out? Why?
In the end all she said was "I guess we have some catching up to do... Could always take it slow on out way over to Administration."
Poppy
Just like that her dreams for a semblance of normality during her stay was dashed on the rocks bellow. Her head was spinning as she digested what she was told about her roommate. Tranny. Crossdresser. Transgendered. She hadn't heard the first word before, but the other two hit it home. Is she serious? A guy that wanted to be a girl should still be set up in the boys dorms... right? Based on Nikki's reaction they were completely serious. A stream of the worse possible scenarios began to run through her head.
What if he's only pretending? Or still likes girls? How am I going to change with him around? Poppy could care less about peoples gender identities if it didn't impact her. If this is really happening I had better get used to using she... She grabbed her hair and shook her head in frustration. Never did it cross her mind that she might be stereotyping and that rooming with Theresa might not be so bad.
Finally Poppy snapped out of it. There was only one more thing she had to ask before moving on. At least until she met her for herself. "Say this doesn't exactly work out... is there any way to change roommates?" Please please please let there be. Otherwise she would be completely and totally stuck with it if any of her fears were realized.
Vespera
Things were starting to intensify quickly. Leave it to the men to not waste any time before a skirmish. Though had either she or Chihuahua been so high strung earlier the result might have been the same. Look who's pulling out the big guns. Valjean was starting to don his exoskeletal armor in preparation of giving scrawny Sam a beat down. Question is how long it will take them to send a staffer to put an end to it. Sooner than she had hoped. This is why I'll never become a teacher. Not that they'd have me.
Racing to the scene was none other than Henry. Vespera narrated parts of his his approach to herself. Ooh, the shirts coming off. She circled around the fighters for a better perspective when things would come to a close momentarily. What's this? It's the claw! We should run for our lives! Despite her joking she knew that he only did that when he meant business. Such strength. While she wagered she was equally as strong it would be amusing to see how Valjean reacted in the face of a teacher.
Personally she didn't respect Henry any more, if anything she thought less of him. Scorpion boy was likely of similar persuasion. Love, he should get a more original endearing term. "Really? But I was trying so hard to behave Barney dear." He didn't have any sway over her so long as she was in the confines of the rules, which she was. "I wasn't encouraging them, would you of had me try to stop them?" Vespera turned her attention to Chris who had just showed up on the scene without waiting for a response.
"I figured you for dead. This is some sure some way to get welcomed back to the world of living."
Just like that her dreams for a semblance of normality during her stay was dashed on the rocks bellow. Her head was spinning as she digested what she was told about her roommate. Tranny. Crossdresser. Transgendered. She hadn't heard the first word before, but the other two hit it home. Is she serious? A guy that wanted to be a girl should still be set up in the boys dorms... right? Based on Nikki's reaction they were completely serious. A stream of the worse possible scenarios began to run through her head.
What if he's only pretending? Or still likes girls? How am I going to change with him around? Poppy could care less about peoples gender identities if it didn't impact her. If this is really happening I had better get used to using she... She grabbed her hair and shook her head in frustration. Never did it cross her mind that she might be stereotyping and that rooming with Theresa might not be so bad.
Finally Poppy snapped out of it. There was only one more thing she had to ask before moving on. At least until she met her for herself. "Say this doesn't exactly work out... is there any way to change roommates?" Please please please let there be. Otherwise she would be completely and totally stuck with it if any of her fears were realized.
Vespera
Things were starting to intensify quickly. Leave it to the men to not waste any time before a skirmish. Though had either she or Chihuahua been so high strung earlier the result might have been the same. Look who's pulling out the big guns. Valjean was starting to don his exoskeletal armor in preparation of giving scrawny Sam a beat down. Question is how long it will take them to send a staffer to put an end to it. Sooner than she had hoped. This is why I'll never become a teacher. Not that they'd have me.
Racing to the scene was none other than Henry. Vespera narrated parts of his his approach to herself. Ooh, the shirts coming off. She circled around the fighters for a better perspective when things would come to a close momentarily. What's this? It's the claw! We should run for our lives! Despite her joking she knew that he only did that when he meant business. Such strength. While she wagered she was equally as strong it would be amusing to see how Valjean reacted in the face of a teacher.
Personally she didn't respect Henry any more, if anything she thought less of him. Scorpion boy was likely of similar persuasion. Love, he should get a more original endearing term. "Really? But I was trying so hard to behave Barney dear." He didn't have any sway over her so long as she was in the confines of the rules, which she was. "I wasn't encouraging them, would you of had me try to stop them?" Vespera turned her attention to Chris who had just showed up on the scene without waiting for a response.
"I figured you for dead. This is some sure some way to get welcomed back to the world of living."
© 2007-2024