Viciousmarrow

Shine City V (Cancelled, RP Closed)

@Dynamo Frokane

Bram Ripley

| Full Name: | Bram Antonius Ripley
| Age: | 27
| Height: | 6’2”
| Weight: | 150lbs
| Likes: |

• Spending money.
• His sister, who is an idiot.
• Ladies.
• Challenges.
• Attention.
• Action and adventure movies.
• Fights (both verbal and physical).
• Lording himself over everybody.

| Dislikes: |

• Fuck boys who try to get with his sister (she's an innocent virgin, after all)
• Boring dinner parties that his dad forces him to attend.
• Being told what to do.
• Losing.
• His idiot sister.
• Having to monitor his spending.
• People who think they're better and/or cooler than him. They're not.
• College.

| Party Trick:| If you asked him, he'd tell you he could do anything. This is far from the truth. In reality, Bram's only expert-level skill is sick ass yo-yo tricks. He's fucking awesome with yo-yos.
| Profession: | Trust fund baby. His only job is to spend money. Well, and he's a part time student, majoring in English Literature because it's fucking easy. He has been taking one class a semester since he was 18 and is still pursuing his Bachelor's. It's safe to say he will not be graduating any time soon.
| Bio/Personality: | Bram is the eldest child of the wealthy Ripley family. While his parents were already well-to-do property owners, after his grandparents died, he and his sister inherited quite the haul, more money than any kid could hope to have. Due to his family's immense fortunes, he's grown up with the wildest and most expensive luxuries available to him and has always been a spoiled brat. There are very few things he hasn't experienced in his life, honestly, and he's seen nearly everything there is to be seen. As the eldest child, Bram is expected to inherit the family's properties and various stocks, and as such, his father has placed emphasis on him earning a college education, much to Bram's disdain. The only perk of college, in his opinion, is to scout out the sweet, sweet girlies in the area. Alongside this, his father has been trying to teach him how to be more charismatic, so anytime a major event happens in the family or even with the city, Bram is required to help host it.

No matter how much he has experienced due to his wealth, Bram still has a lot to learn compared to others his age. His affluence has made him dependent on others to do menial chores for him. It's likely he has never had to do his own dishes or cook his own food. Living outside his family's estate would be an absolute nightmare for him. It's also very hard him to relate to the poorer denizens of Shine City.

Personality-wise, Bram is a lot like his father: a self-centered asshole who likes to mercilessly pick on people. He's the kind of guy that catcalls every attractive woman in sight, the immature dick that no one wants to be approached by. That's not to say he's not unsalvageable. For as much of an ass he is, Bram does have something resembling a heart and can be quite caring in his own way, maybe even overprotective, if he has any kind of attachment to someone. His sister could attest to that.
| Theme Song: | Calling Doctor Love - KISS

Shine City V (Cancelled, RP Closed)

@Dynamo Frokane boi, you ain't even tag meeee. xD

CLOSED (Formally The Coalition)

@Sodomite@Jacobite

Fixed the wording. This isn't necessarily supposed to be a secretive thing she does either, so it's totally reasonable to be suspicious of her. Though her experiments on others are more of a volatile form of pranking. She wouldn't, for example, stick them with cyanide. Don't think for a moment she'd give them something life altering.

CLOSED (Formally The Coalition)

Wyn Thomas

Location: The Lab → En route to Serenity’s location
Interacting with: Herself, Jason^{@GingerBoi123}

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The darkness that sleep brought dissipated, replaced by the dim lighting of the Coalition’s lab. Wyn’s cerulean eyes faced the metallic underside of a desk, limbs stiff and aching. She wasn’t sure how she got under here, but her mind didn’t linger long on the subject. This was far from the first time she’d fallen asleep in the lab after all. Hell, had it not been for the vibrating phone in the front pocket of her blue jeans, she’d probably still be sleeping. With a grumble, the redhead pulled her Samsung Galaxy out, cursing the caller a thousand terrible fates.

Surprisingly, the caller wasn’t her foster parents. It was… Jason? That in itself was arguably just as bad as her foster parents though. If you wanted to talk about a true paragon of the people, she’d gladly point you in his direction. Yawning and pulling herself out of her sleeping spot, Wyn let her phone go to voicemail, just like always. It was rare that she got a call at all, so she could only imagine that Jason was calling her because he wanted something from her. Well, whatever it was, she didn’t necessarily care. There was more important work to do!

Stretching as her legs carried her over to a chilled cooler, she could feel the sweat laced in the fabric of her clothes. No doubt she didn’t smell the greatest. The past few days had been spent developing a new type of aphrodisiac, something that would surpass the likes of Viagra and Cialis. Why? Because she could, of course! Plus, if this whole superhero thing didn’t work out, she could sell this product and become a hero to the elderly. Her total attention had been devoted to it, so Wyn hadn’t had too many opportunities to change or bathe, save for the occasional wipe down.

Opening the cooler, her tiny hands pulled out a vial of a pale green-ish substance. Behind that vial seemed to be a thousand others, filled with the same liquid. As shut the door, a clear label was visible on its metallic exterior: Caffeine. While some people had to have their daily dose of coffee, Wyn skipped the whole ingestion process and injected the chemical straight into her veins with a sterilized syringe. It was faster and more effective, though potentially more dangerous. Well, more dangerous to the average person anyway.

Within moments, the doctor was feeling much better as the grogginess faded away from her mind’s eye. Now, time to inspect the fruits of her labor. The next cooler she came to was stocked with several vials of a light blue fluid, the new aphrodisiac she had been working on. In truth, the synthesis of this new creation wasn’t all that unique. It was a derivative of phenethylamine, much like the very illegal methamphetamine. Unlike methamphetamine though, it wasn’t quite as detrimental to the body though it did have the possibility of resulting in an addiction. Wyn picked up one of these vials, a smirk on her face as she examined her lovely art. The past few days, she had secretly been feeding the experimental drug to Serenity, albeit in small doses. Today was the day the doctor checked in on her patient!

Thinking about it, flask of aphrodisiac in her hand, she could actually get away with testing its properties on a male. Jason was a man in good shape and could handle any nasty side effects, should they arise. Without another thought, the woman filled a syringe with the substance and marched out the lab to begin preliminary testing.

This wasn’t an uncommon practice for Wyn. Ever since she joined this band of merry gentlemen (and gentleladies), some of them, if not most of them, had fallen victim to some of her less harmful experiments over the years. Considering her penchant for crafting delights that shouldn’t be experimented on live humans, their use as guinea pigs was few and far between, lucky for them. If she hadn’t had something resembling a heart, who knows what the Coalition might have turned into? Perhaps a raving band of monstrosities? It might have been better that way though. Raving monstrosities would have been quite useful in the fight versus the masked man. Probably still not enough, but with enough genetic tampering, it could have been a closer battle.

As the doctor sought her patient, she mused about how she seemed to be the only one who honestly wasn’t all broken up about last week. So what if the mayor of Detroit died? Yeah, he’d been good at furthering the Coalition’s agenda, but time would tell if the next one did to. Even if his successor didn’t, with a bit of “persuasion”, they could be brought into line. As for the public opinion, to hell with it. Most people were idiots, especially Detroiters. And so what if the abandoned section of the city got wiped out? Detroit was a shit hole. Had been since the automobile industry left. Really, there was a lot of positives that could come out of this. Wyn hadn’t told anybody yet, but she’d actually gone out of her way to buy some of the land that had been destroyed. They’d saved loads of money for the city and reduced urban decay somewhat. Now when some prospective buyers came to develop that land, she’d be able to easily make a profit off of it. The loss to the masked man was a shot to the ego for Dr. Thomas, but that was it. Nothing more, nothing less.

Jason, better known to the public as “Blur”, wasn’t particularly hard to find. His reckless abandon left a trail easy to track, though if he had been trying to get away, it would be impossible for her to keep up. Striding up to the man, she pressed the syringe into his hands. ”You only call me when you want something, boyo. Take that, and I’m sure it’ll do whatever you want it to. After all, I’m a miracle worker, I am.” she spoke in her sing-song Southern Welsh accent. “Now, if you’ll ‘scuse me, I have to go find me other patient. And shower. I spent three days gettin’ that perfected, I did.” With a wave, the redhead strode past her companion. Certainly he had questions, but the only way to find the answers was to sink the needle into his flesh and find out what happened. In the meantime, she was off to find Serenity, unknowingly going out into the world looking like a hot mess. Not that it mattered to her, if the doctor’s wild hair and drab clothing said anything.

Out in her car, Wyn took out her phone and selected an inconspicuous app with a simple W logo from the main menu, which brought up your typical map of Detroit. However, there was a single dot located near Riverwalk, this being the location of Serenity. To the side of the screen, a measure of vitals and blood pressure presented itself. Along with the aphrodisiac, the Coalition’s mad scientist had also managed to get a tracking device in the girl. While it was a gross invasion of privacy, Wyn had no idea what effects the drug could have on her friend, so this was a discrete way of monitoring situation. If anything went wrong, then she could show up and help out. Currently, it also served as a great way of tracking this girl down in this big city.

With location in mind, Dr. Thomas let her Camry come to life, and not a moment sooner was she off to find a lost pet.

CLOSED (Formally The Coalition)

Who wants to get stuffed full of possibly dangerous chemicals? Wyn needs a (willing) guinea pig.

CLOSED (Formally The Coalition)

Wyn

▲ Crucible

Dr. Wyn Constance Thomas

╟ 27 || Welsh || Female ╢

⋙: Ｒ Ｅ Ｐ Ｕ Ｔ Ａ Ｔ Ｉ Ｏ Ｎ

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Dr. Wyn Constance Thomas was a mysterious figure to the city, one that showed up to fight with the Coalition, only to vanish back into her lab afterward. Outside of a few trace situations where she helped provide a cure to potentially dangerous virus outbreaks, the city has received little boon from her. Due to this, there has always been scrutiny hovering over Wyn's shoulder, especially concerning her chemicals. Is she breaching international laws regarding chemical warfare? What happens when her biological weapons go amok and start killing the common man? Its these kinds of questions that keep intensifying after the recent events...

⋙: Ｐ Ｏ Ｗ Ｅ Ｒ Ｓ ^{＆ Ｆ Ｉ Ｇ Ｈ Ｔ Ｉ Ｎ Ｇ Ｓ Ｔ Ｙ Ｌ Ｅ}

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A B I L I T I E S
Enhanced Physiology

• Immunity to disease, suffocation, and all manner of toxins
• Accelerated healing rate (not regeneration)
• More physically reactive and quicker on her feet than the average person
• Her blood has unique properties in that it can function as any other liquid, such as water for hydration or petroleum for fuel

Genius Level Intellect (Specialization: Biochemical Engineering)

• Capable of creating anything from a simple antivenom to world shattering weapons of mass destruction
• Greatest creation thus far: The Biotic Rifle
  
  • Launches "Goo", a compound engineered by Wyn to change based on the setting her rifle is on
  • When the max capacity begins to dwindle, Goo is restored by synthesizing atoms in the air around the rifle
  • "Stun" mode releases lime green Goo at the target, which releases a paralyzing agent
  • "Lethal" fires red Goo that dissolves anything it touches, much like acid
  • "Heal" launches light blue Goo that regenerates anything it comes into contact with

C O M B A T
Wyn plays a jack-of-all-trades role, in that her chemically based gadgets all have some sort of use. With her biotic rifle, tranquilizers or sleeping gas grenades, she can harmlessly subdue opponents (this can easily be changed to a lethal approach, should the need come up). At the same time, she also has the capacity to restore vitality to her comrades with her biotic rifles "Heal" setting. Her Enhancement syringes can give a surge of physical and mental prowess (albeit with some slight side effects). In essence, she can do a lot with her skills, but it is not always the optimal solution.

Most of her agents are thrown or projectiles, so Wyn tends to stick to the back of the pack. If she gets wrapped up on the front lines, she will do everything in her power to get out.

⋙: Ａ Ｐ Ｐ Ｅ Ａ Ｒ Ａ Ｎ Ｃ Ｅ ^{＆ Ｐ Ｅ Ｒ Ｓ Ｏ Ｎ Ａ Ｌ Ｉ Ｔ Ｙ}

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L O O K S & S T Y L E
Wyn stands at a curt 5'4", making her no taller or shorter than most women, and weighs about 120lbs. She has long red hair that often gets put up in a bun, light blue eyes surrounded by makeup, and a soft face devoid of emotion. Wyn still hasn't grown out of her emo stage in high school and looks the part, complete with those awful edgy wristbands. There aren't too many days where Wyn doesn't look like she hasn't just pulled herself out of bed, if she's slept at all. Her right shoulder sports a stylized biohazard sign because of course it does.

Her costume. It's edgy. Like her.

P E R S O N A L I T Y T R A I T S

• Anti-social. She won't willingly talk to anybody she doesn't know.
• Obsessive. When there's a project at hand, she will not cease until its finished. This has led to quite a few sleepless nights.
• Proactive. She's always one step ahead in the planning phase and gets shit done in the process.
• Fun. Wyn makes light of most everything, even the most dire of circumstances.
• Weak-willed. When tempted by the things she most desires, Wyn easily crumbles. This has been used by her companions a great many times.
• Overprotective (of her things). She will beat a man to death if they try and touch her stuff.
• Lionhearted. Capable of stunning amounts of courage in times of great duress.

⋙: Ｆ Ａ Ｍ Ｉ Ｌ Ｙ ^{＆ Ｒ Ｅ Ｌ Ａ Ｔ Ｉ Ｏ Ｎ Ｓ Ｈ Ｉ Ｐ Ｓ}

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L O V E D O N E S
The only important relationships she has are the ones with her team. No one else matters (except when the teams says they do). Due to being a hermit, Wyn has had absolutely no love interests in her life. She has adopted parents, but she hasn't tried to touch base with them since she left the house 10 years ago, though they insist on calling her every week.

Y O U R L I F E S O F A R

• Born January 4, 1990 in Cardiff, Wales. Given up to an orphanage.
• As young as the age of 3, has been fascinated with the concept of birth and decay.
• Marked as brilliant when she began primary school.
• Adopted by the adoring Thomas family living in Detroit, Michigan when she was 10.
• Hated the attention she was given by her foster family, left the house whenever she could. Met future members of the Coalition during this time.
• Granted a full ride scholarship by Duke University in Durham, North Carolina for her impeccable grades, majored in Biochemical Engineering.
• Participated in breakthrough research as early as her Freshman year, leading up to a potential cure for pancreatic cancer.
• At age 24, graduated at the top of her class with a Ph.D. in her field.
• Returned to Detroit and her friends, joined the Coalition, and the story continues...

⋙:Ａ Ｎ Ｙ Ｔ Ｈ Ｉ Ｎ Ｇ Ｅ Ｌ Ｓ Ｅ

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Terry Crews as Doomfist is my favorite Superhero.
Face claim = Rose Leslie.

CLOSED (Formally The Coalition)

Throwing this shit here because it's a free country. I hope you enjoy the following edge queen.

Wyn

▲ Crucible

Dr. Wyn Constance Thomas

╟ 27 || Welsh || Female ╢

⋙: Ｒ Ｅ Ｐ Ｕ Ｔ Ａ Ｔ Ｉ Ｏ Ｎ

---

Dr. Wyn Constance Thomas was a mysterious figure to the city, one that showed up to fight with the Coalition, only to vanish back into her lab afterward. Outside of a few trace situations where she helped provide a cure to potentially dangerous virus outbreaks, the city has received little boon from her. Due to this, there has always been scrutiny hovering over Wyn's shoulder, especially concerning her chemicals. Is she breaching international laws regarding chemical warfare? What happens when her biological weapons go amok and start killing the common man? Its these kinds of questions that keep intensifying after the recent events...

⋙: Ｐ Ｏ Ｗ Ｅ Ｒ Ｓ ^{＆ Ｆ Ｉ Ｇ Ｈ Ｔ Ｉ Ｎ Ｇ Ｓ Ｔ Ｙ Ｌ Ｅ}

---

A B I L I T I E S
Enhanced Physiology

• Immunity to disease, suffocation, and all manner of toxins
• Accelerated healing rate (not regeneration)
• More physically reactive and quicker on her feet than the average person
• Her blood has unique properties in that it can function as any other liquid, such as water for hydration or petroleum for fuel

Genius Level Intellect (Specialization: Biochemical Engineering)

• Capable of creating anything from a simple antivenom to world shattering weapons of mass destruction
• Greatest creation thus far: The Biotic Rifle
  
  • Launches "Goo", a compound engineered by Wyn to change based on the setting her rifle is on
  • When the max capacity begins to dwindle, Goo is restored by synthesizing atoms in the air around the rifle
  • "Stun" mode releases lime green Goo at the target, which releases a paralyzing agent
  • "Lethal" fires red Goo that dissolves anything it touches, much like acid
  • "Heal" launches light blue Goo that regenerates anything it comes into contact with

C O M B A T
Wyn plays a jack-of-all-trades role, in that her chemically based gadgets all have some sort of use. With her biotic rifle, tranquilizers or sleeping gas grenades, she can harmlessly subdue opponents (this can easily be changed to a lethal approach, should the need come up). At the same time, she also has the capacity to restore vitality to her comrades with her biotic rifles "Heal" setting. Her Enhancement syringes can give a surge of physical and mental prowess (albeit with some slight side effects). In essence, she can do a lot with her skills, but it is not always the optimal solution.

Most of her agents are thrown or projectiles, so Wyn tends to stick to the back of the pack. If she gets wrapped up on the front lines, she will do everything in her power to get out.

⋙: Ａ Ｐ Ｐ Ｅ Ａ Ｒ Ａ Ｎ Ｃ Ｅ ^{＆ Ｐ Ｅ Ｒ Ｓ Ｏ Ｎ Ａ Ｌ Ｉ Ｔ Ｙ}

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L O O K S & S T Y L E
Wyn stands at a curt 5'4", making her no taller or shorter than most women, and weighs about 120lbs. She has long red hair that often gets put up in a bun, light blue eyes surrounded by makeup, and a soft face devoid of emotion. Wyn still hasn't grown out of her emo stage in high school and looks the part, complete with those awful edgy wristbands. There aren't too many days where Wyn doesn't look like she hasn't just pulled herself out of bed, if she's slept at all. Her right shoulder sports a stylized biohazard sign because of course it does.

Her costume. It's edgy. Like her.

P E R S O N A L I T Y T R A I T S

• Anti-social. She won't willingly talk to anybody she doesn't know.
• Obsessive. When there's a project at hand, she will not cease until its finished. This has led to quite a few sleepless nights.
• Proactive. She's always one step ahead in the planning phase and gets shit done in the process.
• Fun. Wyn makes light of most everything, even the most dire of circumstances.
• Weak-willed. When tempted by the things she most desires, Wyn easily crumbles. This has been used by her companions a great many times.
• Overprotective (of her things). She will beat a man to death if they try and touch her stuff.
• Lionhearted. Capable of stunning amounts of courage in times of great duress.

⋙: Ｆ Ａ Ｍ Ｉ Ｌ Ｙ ^{＆ Ｒ Ｅ Ｌ Ａ Ｔ Ｉ Ｏ Ｎ Ｓ Ｈ Ｉ Ｐ Ｓ}

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L O V E D O N E S
The only important relationships she has are the ones with her team. No one else matters (except when the teams says they do). Due to being a hermit, Wyn has had absolutely no love interests in her life. She has adopted parents, but she hasn't tried to touch base with them since she left the house 10 years ago, though they insist on calling her every week.

Y O U R L I F E S O F A R

• Born January 4, 1990 in Cardiff, Wales. Given up to an orphanage.
• As young as the age of 3, has been fascinated with the concept of birth and decay.
• Marked as brilliant when she began primary school.
• Adopted by the adoring Thomas family living in Detroit, Michigan when she was 10.
• Hated the attention she was given by her foster family, left the house whenever she could. Met future members of the Coalition during this time.
• Granted a full ride scholarship by Duke University in Durham, North Carolina for her impeccable grades, majored in Biochemical Engineering.
• Participated in breakthrough research as early as her Freshman year, leading up to a potential cure for pancreatic cancer.
• At age 24, graduated at the top of her class with a Ph.D. in her field.
• Returned to Detroit and her friends, joined the Coalition, and the story continues...

⋙:Ａ Ｎ Ｙ Ｔ Ｈ Ｉ Ｎ Ｇ Ｅ Ｌ Ｓ Ｅ

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Terry Crews as Doomfist is my favorite Superhero.
Face claim = Rose Leslie.

Closed. Free Pass has been rebooted.

^{Collab with: @Silent Observer}

Jareth & Temperance

Location: Outside in the Halls → English Class
Interacting With: Each Other

“...just wait until she’s sleeping, then ya kiss her.”

Jareth shook his head at the thought of Christopher Robin’s words. At least he was good for comedic relief, if not legitimate advice. CR had tried, and Jareth truly appreciated the sentiment, it’s just that not everyone finds their soulmate by stealing a kiss from one of their childhood best friends. Yes, that’s how it really happened for Pooh, and it was story that even Jareth found endearingly charming, though he would never admit that.

That was enough dwelling on that, he had a task to focus on. A real task, and it was life or death, man. Of course, the possibility of finding someone that might sleep with you as an awkward teenager always felt like life or death, didn’t it? Was he an awkward teen? Teen - yeah, awkward - okay, maybe a little… he had to work on that.

Try to look cool, Jar. Jareth gave himself an internal pep talk, because someone had to. Doing his best to follow his own instructions, Jar hooked one of his thumbs in the pocket of his skinny jeans and walked with his shoulders loose and comfortable. He appeared confident, definitely no trace of the internal anxiety showing through, at least he hoped not. Temperance was waiting a few paces away from the entrance to english class, presumably waiting on him. You got this. he thought to himself and strolled over to her.

“Hey… what’s up?” Jareth opened casually. In all of his two full minutes of over thinking, he had not prepared an opener. Fuck. He sounded like an oblivious idiot. Girls were hard! This was hard! Even still, he met her gaze and the corner of his mouth lifted in a friendly smile.

Temperance could feel her heart beating a thousand miles a minute as her trembling knees brought her over closer to the alluring form of Jareth Wells, maybe a bit too close. Why did she think this was a good idea?! She’d never been on a date or asked anybody out, and yet here she was! Stupid Lala and her stupid peer pressure! The anxiety-ridden girl’s green eyes peered up at the taller boy, her lips half agape as she wondered how to begin.

“H-hey, Jar. Soooo…” There was really no easy way to get the words out. She went silent for a moment and awkwardly twirled herself about, expecting something to just pop into her head. Nothing came though, and there she stood, just milling around in front of Jar. “Uh… I’m just gonna… uh... “ Temperance felt like a fool since she didn’t know what to do, her eyes wide like a doe in headlights. Quickly, she tried to get back on track. “Er… What I mean is... Do you like food?”

Jareth watched the nervous blonde stumble around her words. It was cute, really cute, actually, and it helped to settle his own anxieties. He laughed a little, nothing more than a breathy chuckle, and then nodded. “Yeah, I love food.” Jar grinned and pulled in his lip rings, a nervous tic, before saying the next part. “Why? ... would you like to go get some, sometime, maybe?” Wow, Jar, really smooth… honestly, this is why you only ever dated Desi. Even then, that was probably out of friend pity.

“Oh… Yeah, food is really great isn’t it?” Really, she felt like the dumbest blonde on the planet right now. Everybody likes food. Wincing at her embarrassing blunder, her cheeks flushed red. And now he was turning the tables on her, indirectly asking her on date! Oh boy, little Miss Temperance was hardly prepared for this! Her fingers coalesced together, and her hands pressed against her chest, like a clumsy nun during prayer time. “Er… I’d love if you’d… do me.” Her extremely awkward reply had her cheeks erupt an even brighter crimson. “I mean I’d really love if you’d do that with me! Alone, without people and stuff! Not the other kind of do! Unless, well… um… Nevermind!” This had to have been the strangest clusterfuck of a date proposal ever. Leave it to Temperance to do it too… Lala undoubtedly would give her grief about this moment forever.

Jareth remained silent for a moment. Sometimes it was best to stay quiet, this was probably one of those times. Not that he could say anything if he wanted to, as Temperance rambled on in an attempt to bury her miswording, and he was also stunned silent with eyes as wide as saucers. “Uhm… okay. Yeah, uhh.” Jareth finally stuttered unintelligently and then cleared his throat. “Let’s just start with a date, yeah?” Not that Jareth would totally mind if they jumped right to the other stuff, but, there was an order to these things. That and Remy would totally kill him if Jar just casually slept with his soon-to-be sister. They’d cross that river when it comes… if it comes.

“We could get pizza, and go bowling, at King Pin?” Jareth offered as a potential option, chewing at his lip again. He would offer to go to some place in Littleton or Denver, but he didn’t have a guaranteed car to get to those places. Not to mention that he just passed his driver’s test on Saturday - he hadn’t even told his friends about that yet. He had kept it a secret just in case, you know, he failed… that would have been embarrassing. It was still best to keep it local for a first date, in his opinion. “Or if there is something else you had in mind?” It was her who passed the note, after all.

Temperance breathed an internal sigh of relief when it was obvious her slip up hadn’t scared her date away. In fact, he was making all the plans, which was absolutely great, since she didn’t have a single thing planned. Winging it, that was her modus operandi! “That sounds great! Friday evening probably works best for me. My mom wants me to go shopping with her on Saturday, I think anyway.” She wasn’t sure if Remy would be working Friday, but if he was then well… it wasn’t bound to be a problem. Suddenly, the tardy bell began to clang, much her to chagrin. “We should probably… get in class.” she uttered. Impulsively and perhaps a bit prematurely, the blonde stood up on her tiptoes and planted a kiss on his cheek before quickly ducking into the class, leaving him no time to respond. At the very least, she hadn’t headbutted him… What a surprise!

Just when they had finally settled to a calm, normal human conversation, she did that. Jareth’s eyes were once again wide, and his cheek felt hot where she kissed him. He liked to think that it wasn’t because he was blushing, what a horridly un-emo thing to do, but he was probably doing just that. Maybe if he was prepared for it, he wouldn’t have, but how could he have known she’d be that bold? And then she just spun around and left him there.

Wait!

Friday wouldn’t work, it was game day. He had marching band and - Jareth’s stupefied smile was replaced with a grim scowl - other things to do for the game. Unfortunately he couldn’t tell her that, because he just got kissed and ditched. Was that even a thing? It was now. Oh well, he still had an upcoming date, specific weekday to be decided, and that was a reason to smile. So, Jareth strutted into English class, fashionably late, wearing a huge cat-that-ate-the-canary grin, and took his seat beside his bestie. This day might not be so bad after all...

Closed. Free Pass has been rebooted.

^{Collab with: @lovely complex}








Location: boredom land.
Interacting With: OMG! My best friend ever~
_{Lala does talk to Sierra briefly @Dirty Pretty Lies - A lot of mentions of the emo @Silent Observer - Remy talks to the entire class}

With a random bag of rolos in her hand, Lorelei leaned back in her seat and munched on her morning chocolate like it was nobody’s business. Seemed like it was a battle between the Alps and Italy now. The pda between Lila and Oliver was eye catching. Best friends or not, that was begging for attention and to be misunderstood. Or was it not a misunderstanding and actually reality? The sight of the two friends being intimately close with one another did get Lala to wonder how affectionate she was with CR in front of everyone. When individuals are around each other for so long, being too close for comfort just became habit. It was still weird to see.

Raising an eyebrow at Sierra’s pleasant comments toward Christopher Robin, Lala responded with a purposefully loud, ”Ha.” If there was one thing that Sierra and Lala had in common, they were two girls that didn’t hold their tongue, no matter how harsh their words came out, ”Can you be any less butthurt? If anyone knows about bitching, that’d be you.” Rather than repay Si with an eyeroll in return, Lorelai crossed her eyes and stuck out her tongue. Yeah, she didn’t give two fucks.

Soon after, her mind returned to more important things.

Time to ignore the rest of the class now.

From her seat, Lala took aim, ”Slips, open wide.” This had a huge chance of going terribly wrong, but that’s okay. At least she would grab her friend’s attention while having fun.

Take aim. Fire. The chocolate darted toward the ditzy blonde.

Temperance was busily rubbing her palms against the denim fabric of her jeans, focused intently on her familiar wooden desk. Her train of thought flew ahead like a freight train as her mind tumbled around the words that Jareth Wells had uttered. “Hell yeah.” Remy’s best friend had agreed with her... and did she see him flash a coy smile at her?! Jar looked like the classical emo/scene kid, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t attractive! In fact, the bleakness of his clothing and the boy’s ability to get her dark humor made him quite appealing. With that glance and agreement… could it be that he liked her?!

A thump against her head brought her back down from the clouds. A rolo clattered to the ground, and her green eyes wandered to her friend’s form. “I think I’m going to ask Jar out.” Temperance whispered bluntly to the girl beside her, nothing but astute seriousness laden in her voice.

Not fazed by the sudden comment from her friend, completely use to it by now, since they knew each other since childhood, Lala put a handful of Rolos in her mouth and humorously shook her head in disappointment, ”You could’ve caught that. Now there’s a rolo on the floor… wasted.” Ah, but Temperance's mind was stuck in the clouds. The gloomy, dark rain clouds that was… Jareth. After placing the bag of candy on her desk, she leaned in closer toward her friend, resting her arms on her own legs, and clasping her hands together.

Her brown gaze scanned the fair face that sat before her before her lips curved into a smirk, "Oh, will you?" Her eyes lit with intrigue and anticipation. Intrigue to watch the results of Temperance and Jareth becoming a thing. Anticipation for the inevitable disasters that would occur from said results.

Temperance nodded to her friend, sternly and with purpose. “Deus Vult. I will conquer Jerusalem and slaughter the Saracens. If you know what I mean.” The historical reference would surely go over her friend’s head, but c’est la vie.

”Okay nerd. Conquer his D and slaughter your competition. Do it. You won’t. No balls.” Whatever. Lala didn’t understand the reference, but she would take it and make it her own, then egg her friend on who’s never been kissed before to be stupid. Being stupid was fun. Watching dear loved ones be stupid was better. There was far more entertainment in watching stupidity and eating chocolate, all at the same time, than being in a room filled with boring kids that didn’t know how to live. If Temperance wanted to get on Jareth and claim him as her own, to the best of her capabilities since Jareth wasn’t one to commit (or date for that matter), then by all means, she should do it.

“W-Wait, what? I didn’t say I was going to… um… do uh… that with him!” A scarlet flourish zapped onto Temperance’s cheeks. Lala could be so crude sometimes! She didn’t know Jareth well enough to expect a tumble in the hay, but… oh gosh, the thought of it was incredibly hot. Her and him… in a barn… and actual hay… For a second, the blonde spaced out, daydreaming about a snippet of a potential romantic evening with the raven haired boy. “Fine, fine. I’m doing it now. I’m just going to… just do it. And everything is going to be great, and I will not be crying tonight because oh my god I’m so lonely.” she half-whispered to herself and her friend. Pulling out a sheet of paper and a pencil, the girl began to write a secret message to the boy of her fancy.

At first, Temperance thought about simply asking him out on paper, but that seemed so… elementary and impersonal. So her words laid out a plain sentence: 'Hey, Jar… Can you meet me before English? -Temperance' It kept the surprise alive, yes, but it also made her more anxious. Oh man, this was going to be awful.

Folding the note into a little paper football, she took aim at Jareth, and flick, it was sent sailing into the air. Unfortunately, the blonde wasn’t known for her accuracy… and her note ended up hitting her soon to be step-brother’s shoulder. That was definitely not the guy she was trying to date. Doom and gloom could only be seen in the horizon now.

Remy was dazed, contemplating if he should choose Italy or Alps. He already knew what he wanted to choose, but he was worried of the backlash that could occur with his choice. Opening his lips to finally give his opinions, he paused when he felt something hit his shoulder. His lips immediately closed shut and his gaze darted toward the paper on the floor. Bending over, he picked it up and glanced around in the room to find the culprit only to see an alarmed look on Temperance's face.

Of course.

Rolling his eyes, he opened the paper to read it and rewarded the paper with narrowed eyes. What does she want with…

Whatever.

This wasn’t any of his business. Maybe. Though, it did annoy him that she went the whole paper route rather than pulling his friend aside. Well, she was a teen. Typical. Annoying. After folding the paper back up, Remy got up from his seat, went to Jareth’s desk, slid the paper on his friend’s desk not so subtly, and then turned to his class, ”Hi. Um… so, I think I’d like to go with…”

Pausing briefly, Remy nervously cleared his throat and then said his peace, ”I... the bigoli I heard is amazing in Italy. And the lampredotto is a must eat in Florence too. The ultimate 'poor kitchen' dish! I could learn a thing or two there…. so, yeah, that’s where my vote goes. _Italy” Avoiding all his friends’ gazes, especially Jareth’s, Remy scurried back to his seat and contemplated how he’d salvage his history homework before history.

Why would he forget? He always got his homework done. How could he forget that disaster?

His homework was ruined.

And now he voted against not only his closest friends, but his BEST FRIEND. All for his future… heh.

The bell was going to ring soon....

Closed. Free Pass has been rebooted.

There shall be a Temperance/Lala post up soon enough!