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The Promise - Second Star to the Right, and Straight on 'til Morning.
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5 yrs ago
Forum: Casual Roleplay
Keaton Plasse
However surprised Keaton was at Natalie’s statement, Lynn was all that and more, and Keaton quickly backed up when the temperature started rising. Though she had a working theory that Lynn cared about the people around her despite her words pointing to the contrary, she didn’t put it past the girl to blow up again. She’d done it once, and—considering her temper—she could do it again.
Thankfully, Lynn managed to rein herself. How, Keaton wasn’t sure, but she wasn’t about to question it either. Her tone spooked Keaton since though they came from the thin girl who’d just been in the hospital for a week, said girl had blown up a cafeteria without taking too much of a long-term dent. Still, the prospect of sticking around and finding out how fast the police were compared to the killer wasn’t appealing in the slightest. At best, the killer had no ties to the staff other than an urge to strap them to chairs and beat the living hell out of them; at worst, she had access to information, which would explain her confidence in her ability to move around in the system and pull off murder. Keaton needed no gut feeling to tell her that a killer operating somewhere like The Promise had something up their sleeves, and she wasn’t looking to find out what that something was.
After sparing another glance at Natalie and the boy who’d sided with her, Keaton followed after Lynn’s surprisingly fast pace. Leaving the scene was the correct choice, as she was currently telling herself. Worst-case scenario, she gets brought in as a suspect because she walked away from a crime scene, and the police somehow end up twisting her arm into a confession. But, on a ship with so many superpowers, Keaton figured the chance that the staff hadn’t employed at least one mind-reader was slim to none, so if they still ended up convicting her despite her being innocent, she probably wasn’t going to last long on the ship anyway. Best-case, though, walking away meant she was getting herself out of the picture altogether, and this was the scenario she chose to focus on, hoping that forcing herself to dwell on the possible upsides would help calm her down. One week ago, her biggest problem was settling in on The Promise, but now it was trying not to get herself put on some likely-superpowered killer’s hit list.
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The Haunting of Crestwood Hollow - A Supernatural Coming of Age Story
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5 yrs ago
Forum: Casual Roleplay
Addy Spletzer
Spletzer Residence || First Day, Morning
“Have a good day, Addy!” came her mother’s voice from the kitchen.
“Bye Mom,” Addy said, planting a kiss on her mother’s forehead before rushing out the door. At the curb was a sleek Mercedes number that she’d never bothered to remember details of, Clarence waving at her from inside.
“Morning, Addy,” he said when she cracked open the car door. She froze.
“What is she doing here?” she hissed as Tabs wiggled her fingers at her from the back seat, her grin disgustingly sweet.
“‘Morning, Addy,’” she echoed.
“I needed to talk to you two about the news column,” Clarence said. “If we’re going to publish on Friday, we need to be on the same page starting today, and—Addy, c’mon, Addy!”
With the door just a sliver away from closing, Addy stopped, then opened the door and dropped her bag in before getting in herself. “Drive.”
The car started down the street, Addy pulling out her phone and starting to scroll through its contents. In the back seat, Tabs snickered.
“We need to finalize the news column,” Clarence said, looking over at Addy. “You two pushed for this Friday’s issue the hardest, and your column is the only one that’s still not finalized, so—”
“The only reason I’m not choosing to walk is because I have the camera equipment in my bag,” Addy said, not looking up from her phone. “The equipment you suggested I bring last night.”
“Addy, you know you wouldn’t have agreed to talk with Tabs before fifth, and we need to present a united front on the first day.”
Addy was silent, her gaze focused firmly on the phone in her hands.
“Oh, real classy, Addy,” Tabs said from the backseat.
“Shut up, Tabitha,” Addy said.
“The story suggestions,” Clarence continued, ignoring them both, “are: The mayoral election, the volleyball feature, the restaurant closure—”
“Cut that one,” Addy said.
“That one’s timely. It’s closing next Sunday,” Tabs said.
“Which means we can publish it next week.”
“And the one week buffer?”
“It’s closing next week, no one cares right now.”
“Um, hello, that’s why we should care?”
“That’s—”
“Alright, so what do you suggest running instead then?” Clarence asked.
“The feature on Tuckerson,” Tabs said immediately.
“The antique shop opening,” Addy said at the same time.
They looked at each other.
“Are you serious? You just said the closing doesn’t matter,” Tabs said.
“I said it’s not timely and that it can be pushed off a week. But the Tuckerson feature? That’s never timely. This whole year is her twentieth year,” Addy said.
“But her twentieth year starts now. And antiques? What are we, fifty?”
“We’re old enough to appreciate culture and local businesses.”
“I’m pretty sure people care more about their childhood diner closing than about some antiques shop opening.”
“It’s opening next Wednesday, so it’s timely and it’s staying around. Plus it’d be a push towards community.”
“Alright, we’re running the opening story, because,” Clarence added before Tabs could protest, “it’s the most timely one. We’ll run the closing story next week. Now, the other stories—”
The smile on her face, Addy was sure, was a product of Tabs’ silent challenge: See if I can’t steal one back.
“—the student council piece, the debate club feature—”
“Debate? Clubs don’t start until this week,” Tabs interjected.
“Formally. Informally, some, like this one, started last week,” Addy said. “And debate has a competition—”
“In two weeks, not one. Didn’t someone complain about timeliness?”
“We have other clubs to cover later, so if we don’t start now—”
“We can start when stuff picks up. Right now it’s boring as—”
“Boring? It doesn’t matter if—”
“Okay, we’re running the Tuckerson story instead of the debate one,” Clarence said. When both girls looked at him, he shrugged. “Proximity. And nostalgia—I had her freshman year, and she’s a good teacher. She deserves a shout-out. Now, the last two stories—feature on the new teacher and the usual encouragement letter from the principal. No problems there, right?”
“No, ” Tabs said.
Addy stayed silent, which prompted a sigh from Clarence.
"Well, the news column is finalized then," he as he pulled into the school parking lot.
“Yippee. Now don’t say I wasn't cooperative,” Tabs said, exiting the car as soon as they were parked.
“Well you weren't,” Addy muttered as the door closed.
“Addy, I needed to make sure the news column was okay, and having you two argue about it in class, and on the first day, isn’t going to start us off on the best foot,” Clarence said, his voice as calm as ever.
“‘The best foot,’ huh,” Addy repeated. “And here I thought you’d just wanted to spite your parents by making sure we perfumed up your car.”
“Yeah, she really did a number in here,” Clarence said, dialing up the air.
“As if you don’t offer to drive me every day.”
“Well, you don’t wear perfume.”
Addy paused. “You bought me perfume.”
Clarence’s eyes widened slightly. Under Addy’s glare, he raised his palms, wincing. “I, um, bought you eau de toilette. It’s lighter than perfume…”
Addy was silent for a moment, then turned to crack open her door.
“Addy,” Clarence said. “You know—”
“You’re right, I do know.” she said, leaning back to plant a kiss on his lips before sliding out of the car. Popping her head back in, she smiled. “I know I’m buying my own perfume from now on, and I know you’re letting me run my stories next week. See you in fifth, babe.”
With that, she closed the door, walking briskly towards her first period class. As she did, she whipped out her phone, considering her options for the next week. As usual, Crestwood Hollow was about as interesting as a pile of rocks. At this rate, she might need to do some digging.
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5 yrs ago
Forum: Casual Roleplay
Keaton Plasse
Keaton stared as Lynn as she maneuvered around the scene, struck by how used the girl was to the situation. Though she’d changed her new definition of normal many times the past week, nothing about this situation was part of what she thought she had to factor in. Still, Lynn was the most stable of the group at this point, considering the state of the others. While Keaton’s eyes kept getting drawn to Archie, who looked like he was on the edge of transforming despite her gut telling her differently. Her trust in her powers had been unconscious for most of her life, but after learning about it, the possibility of error seemed to loom above her. Though her power was knowing what was correct, and though she’d never been wrong before, who was to say she couldn’t be? Relying on confirmations without clear reasoning was a lot scarier now that she was aware of it, and though she defaulted to trust, she couldn’t help but think of the ways that trust could lead her to injury, or worse.
Archie and Lynn seemed to have stopped Amelia in her tracks, and Lynn was now questioning her, demanding that she start talking. As she did, Keaton straightened shakily, trying to focus on Amelia’s words. She was telling the truth about the first day, but she went after Freaky-D? That was news to Keaton. She confirmed that she was a fan of the helmet, as Keaton had deduced earlier, and she thought her powers were good for escaping. Her powers were related to movement. What kind of movement though? Was that why she’d caught up to Keaton so quickly?
Amelia continued, though, with her story. AP Bio—that said little. Just an empty class, a convenient place, most likely. ‘Warp’—so she was a warper, a teleporter. She’d seen the man before he’d died, the exact man, or so she thought. According to her story, she’d gotten away. Everything lined up. Except her last statement—it was a coincidence. Keaton knew that from earlier, knew that from the fact that the body had been dumped in the river like some getaway murderer off a crime show. The water removed evidence, destroyed evidence, and it had nothing to do with Amelia.
“It’s a coincidence,” Keaton said, interrupting. She looked around at the group, meeting their eyes. “My power—I think things, guess things. And I know when I’m right. And that body, it was dumped in the river for easy disposal, not for you to find.”
She paused, mostly because it felt right. This was the first time she’d told someone about her powers willingly. Usually it was just the doctors or scientists, the forms and papers, but here, with a dead body not twenty feet away, she’d given it away. Did it matter? Not to them, probably, but to her, it was new. At first it’d been an intrinsic, unnamed part of her, then a secret she didn’t know what to do with. Now it was known, and she felt oddly light.
That was when Natalie arrived with news that she’d informed the authorities. Keaton stared at her, momentarily stunned. That’d always been an option, but usually the people that called in got investigated first. Plus, the man was wearing a Promise uniform. If the ship authorities weren’t safe from the woman, what made her think alerting them would be a good idea?
@Ambra Just checking, teams don't have to have a type theme right? Like they can literally be whatever Pokemon types (provided there's a theme)?
I'm thinking poison-type base, tea ceremony theme here. Subject to change depending on how the tea ceremony research goes
I'd assume gym leaders (and elite four members) have a lot of Pokemon but still have a primary team of 6, which is also what I'd assume we're focusing on for the CS?
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