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Nah, man, you mean the song that goes beep boo boo bop boo boo bop.
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Location: Festival Grounds
Time: 2pm
Interactions: Talie @PrinceAlexus and Reya @The Muse


Zack tried his best to follow his sister’s motions, but she was a specter vanishing into a sea of bodies. In stark contrast, he was a bowling ball only narrowly managing to avoid an accident. He barely managed to not hit Reya first, then spun just in time to avoid Nixie. Both of them were not thrilled by the spectacle, by the sounds of it. Unable to keep pace with his sister and recognizing the danger he posed, he slowed his roll and came to full halt. Sure, it was important to find her, but maybe not at the cost of someone’s bodily integrity.

”Sorry! Sorry!” he hastily uttered out, brushing out his clothes and hair. Em was going to be difficult for just him to find, so he knew he was going to need help. But who?

The obvious choice was getting the Sheriff and… Wait, was that Levi? Hell yeah, that dude was awesome. Zack was pretty sure he’d be good at finding Em, but he looked like he was having fun. Nixie, too, seemed pretty involved in a game with some dark hair guy he’d never seen before. He looked pretty friendly though. Pivoting around, he immediately honed in on the words “United States Geological Survey”. Geologists were really good at finding small, hidden things, right? Yeah. They were. No doubt they could find a runty little sister too. And better yet, Reya was there too! Zack always had a high opinion of Reya, considering how much she did for the town and how much she had endured. He was willing to gamble that she was really good at finding stupid, dumb siblings too.

Backtracking through the crowd over the tent, he waved over at Reya and the tent’s attendant, beaming all the way. Interposing himself into the conversation, he posted up against the stall, exactly how the Fonz might lean against the jukebox on Happy Days. ”Hey Reya. Sorry about nearly killing you. Promise it wont happen again.” Zack apologized with his unwavering smile. She looked like she was about to play some kind of game or something, while the stall attendant was gesturing at some rocks.

”Oh, and hello to you too, Ms… Geologist girl? Don’t think we’ve met. I’m Zack. Zack Snypes.” Again, he flashed a brilliant smile at this new acquaintance. ”So anyway… I’ve got a big ask for the two of you.” he followed up immediately.

”Geologists are really good at finding hard to find things, right? Specifically like… miniscule hide-y things, right? And Rey? You’re really good at pretty much everything, from what I know. You look really, really good today too. Like wow. The both of you really, holy shit.” Zack layered on the charm really, really hard, desperate as he was to shanghai these two into the search for Em Snypes. ”Okay, maybe that last bit was a little weird, sorry. But uh… I was wondering if you guys would like to help me look for my little demon sister? She’s about yay high, basically a dwarf. Really annoying, but really good at hiding? Her name’s Em?” He more gave the description to the Geologist than to Rey. Of course Reya would know what his sibling looked like.

”Pretty please? With sugar and a cherry on top? I’ll definitely owe you one!” Zack added the last bit with a nervous, forced smile and a pleading in his eyes, this time directed at Reya.
Location: Festival Grounds
Time: 2pm
Interactions: Moxi @Zora and Ana @The Muse


Em was lightning on her feet as she bobbed and weaved through the festival crowd, darting through them with all the ease that a tiny girl could. A child yelped as she peeled out in front of them and whipped behind a bench and crouched low. Her blue eyes whisked over the scene for any sign of her irate brother. Fortunately, he was struggling to get through the rabble, which gave her enough time to find a better hiding spot.

Some of the populace was recognizable to her. Notably, there was the sheriff sitting at the dunk tank, where he belonged. Then there was Reya, who she only really knew as the hot tavern owner that she saw sometimes in school. In fact there was an uncanny amount of attractive people out today, weirdly, or maybe she was just suffering from symptoms of heat stroke. Her brother was too close to that crowd though, so moved her gaze to the outskirts. ‘Ah, perfect!’ she thought to herself, as she spotted a tall man smoking some kind of cigar near the cornhole sets. Now that dude was a ghost, if she’d ever seen one. Probably didn’t have a single friend, and he likely wouldn’t mind someone like her using him for cover. Her little legs stealthy moved over to his position, carefully crouching behind him to make herself smaller than she already was.

Then some blonde bimbo walked up. Where this guy was about as dull and unexciting as you could get, this chick was radiant. Almost the prime example of a blonde bombshell as you could get around these parts, she was exactly the type of attention that Em did not want. Knowing her brother, he’d see her and practically be crawling over here with his tongue out of his mouth. A wave of frustration washed over her, especially as this new lady began casually flirting with this boring, tall dude and obstructing her view of the crowd. ‘Holy shit, girl, have some self respect.’ Em thought to herself before popping up behind the giant blonde man.

“Sorry in advance, mister, but you’re a great hiding spot.” she quickly mentioned to the guy, her dainty hands lightly on his back as she peered beyond him, trying to glean any hint of her brother’s trajectory. Ol’ Blondey was really in the frickin’ way though.

“Hey. Udders. Can you get lost?" Emily's blue eyes fixated on the bombshell, a cold gaze running up and down the woman's body. A lithe finger pointed out over the horizon, toward a barn. "The cows are getting milked over there. Also the ice cream innuendo is super obvious and really weird. Please stop and get some help.” Em cruelly jabbed at the taller woman, pressing herself closer to the strange man like he was a wall.

"...You break your brother's guitar, turn him into a madman, and then 'Teets' over here is trying to blow your cover while embarrassing herself... What a day already." she muttered the sentence to herself with a sigh, tightening her grip on the man's back as she careened over his arm, practically ignoring his own sentience and any offence the blonde woman might've taken.



Location: Festival Grounds
Time: 2pm
Interactions: None



"WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU BROKE MY TELECASTER? WE'RE SUPPOSED TO BE PLAYING TODAY, EM!"

"I DIDNT MEAN TO, YOU ASSHOLE! I WAS GETTING IT OUT OF THE TRUCK AND I TRIPPED, OKAY? STOP BEING MEAN TO ME!"

The squabbling of two siblings echoed throughout the grounds, both of their angry silhouettes hovering over the broken remains of a guitar. The poor instrument's neck was splintered, the strings all snapped, and there was a precarious hole in its yellow body. It didn't look like a stick thin young woman had tripped with it, rather it looked more a freight train had hit the damn thing.

"YOU KILLED HIM, EM! YOU KILLED JERRY! HE'S GONE!" the redhead brother fiercely pointed a long finger down at the wreckage.

"AND WHAT ABOUT ME, ZACK? MY KNEES HURT! I'M PROBABLY BLEEDING! ALSO STOP NAMING YOUR STUPID GUITARS!" the young brunette defensively pointed at her brother, a fire nearly radiating out of her eyes.

"...I am more important than your guitars, right?"

Her voice broke at that last sentence, and suddenly the fire was out, replaced by a quivering ocean that threatened to spill out. Em sniffed helplessly before starting to rub her eyes. Zack was struck like lighting by a guilt he had felt numerous times before. His sister always did have a knack for making people feel terrible, even if it wasn't their fault. 'Damn her and her stupid puppy dog eyes...' he thought to himself with a shake of his head.

"Okay, okay... yeah. You're right. It's just a guitar. It was just Jerry. I'm sorry I yelled at you."

He spoke more calmly this time while bending over and collecting Jerry's corpse from the sidewalk. Solemnly, the musical cadaver was placed back into back of his father's truck, parked near the festival ground entrance. It used just to be a hauling truck, but with a little conversion and technical know-how, Zack had turned into a mobile stage and storage area. Silently, he put a hand on Jerry and said a few words of remembrance to his ol' faithful honkytonk special. Hopefully he'd make it to Rock N' Roll Heaven or whatever was out there in the great beyond. Behind him, Em rubbed her knees and made sure she wasn't actually bleeding. Besides a few tears in her jeans and an aggravating burning sensation, she was fine. Good enough to keep going at the festival.

"...So, what are we going to do about the show?" she questioned her brother, wiping dirt off her clothes.

"Ehhh, I mean I still have the acoustic! We'll make it work." he replied enthusiastically back to her while digging through the truck and dragging out the battered case that contained his acoustic guitar.

"Oh... I forgot to put the acoustic back in the case. I was... practicing..." Em uttered hesitantly, backing away slowly from her older brother.

"WHAT?!" Zack snapped back at his sister while his fingers fumbled with the case's latches. Prying the lid open, there was nothing there, an empty musical casket layered with dust. There was a twitch in his brow as he turned to face his sister, a dumbfounded, furious look plastered across his visage.

"WHAT ARE WE GONNA GO DO, EM? YOU KILL JERRY AND YOU FORGET HALLE? I'M GONNA KILL YOU!" he uttered, starting on his feet to chase down his little sister.

Em was already running full sprint, her feet dancing across the green grass into the crowd with Zack in tow, the Snype siblings already causing havoc at the peaceful festival. Being more lithe and dexterous, Em ducked and weaved through the crowd easily, where her taller, bulkier brother was on a crash course to knocking someone down at this rate, a red blur trying but failing to follow all of his sister's movements. He'd get her though, one way or another!





Collab with @Viciousmarrow@LovelyComplex@WriterRaven
Sometime after 12...



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Sylvia’s lithe form sauntered into the Quad with the attitude of a bored celebrity, garnering a few concerned looks from a few passersby. It wasn’t exactly a secret that she had a penchant for being abrasive, as at least a few of peers found out last year. Nothing but her attitude was cheap. And her honesty? Well, that came free.

Her expression glowered as she passed by the first few stalls, silently judging each subject she came across. Chess club? Now, that was for losers. Hiking club? No. That was for idiots that wanted to fall into a ravine and die. Book Club? Yeah, she’d rather die than pick up a book ever again. The Outsiders was the last book she’d read, and Sylvia certainly wasn’t going to be subject to the fictional matters of a greasy kid named Ponyboy ever again.

Huffing away from the disappointing array of options in front of her, her emerald eyes caught a curious, yet not uncommon sight: a fairly attractive blondie floating down from the heavens on the actual wings of an angel. Nonplussed by what Sylvia would describe as “attention-seeking behavior”, the redhead rolled her eyes and strolled over to the girl as she landed.

“What do you think you’re doing, angel girl?” Sylvia asked, her tone slightly annoyed. Her lips started to move again, as if to say more, but then something truly horrible wandered into her eyesight that caused her to stammer. Behind the angel girl, what Sylvia could only describe as a true goblin with messy hair and dressed in overalls walked. Instinctively, one hand from her right hand flew up horizontally to silence the angel girl, if she had decided to talk at all, and her left hand pointed at the newfound goblin.

“Hey, excuse me! Curly Hair! Yeah, you with the overalls! Get over here. I’ve got to have a chat with the two of you.” The redheaded menace called loudly to the cryptid creature. Sylvia couldn’t help but stare. It was very rare that you saw someone dressed so nightmarishly and be unashamed of it. It was basically her civic duty to help this poor lady and to help angel girl understand become less of a show off. Yes, yes! This would be a good start to a new start.

There was a delayed response from Illuria when she found herself staring at the moving crowd, caught in a daze. From when she left her mother’s side to her standing in the center of the quad, deciding where she should go, she lost track of time. She couldn’t remember the last night she caught a decent amount of sleep. Classes kept her blood flowing, all the teachers from the ones that came from Crestview to the ones that have been working at the Academy for years kept her on her toes.

They were all so different and eccentric, especially her Introduction to Psychology teacher, Professor Nikolaevna. She was a weird one and had a tendency to get into random philosophical tangents like her perception of being a bad person. There was Hitler and then there was everyone else. Everyone does bad things, that’s just the way of life, but what defines a bad person, well it’s the one that refuses to lament on the bad shit they do.

Basic psychology was mandatory for freshmen because it prepared you for sophomore year’s class, The Mind of a Villain. Also taught by her. She liked her honestly. Irina Nikolaevna made it seem like the world wasn’t as black and white as they tried so hard to make it. Ria was given a sense of relief that both monsters and ghosts were real. They lived inside of us. In each and every person: in this Quad, at this school, and somewhere far, far away. Sometimes they win, sometimes they don’t but you can’t say a bad attitude isn’t one hell of a drive. Professor Nikolaevna was badass.

When she registered the two girls, Ria looked from side to side to make sure she was the one that the redhead wanted. The stranger’s face said it all: duh, you! Unaware of who any of these girls were, Ria shuffled toward them, hooking her thumbs into her overall pockets. Her body language showed the lack of confidence that she had in social situations. Charisma was something she believed she lacked. And never would obtain. It was hard being a lady.

Hanging her head down, she put one foot in front of the other, counting the steps it took to get to her destination. Even her walk dragged. Ria took tiny steps, avoided making eye contact with anyone and everyone, and had absolutely no swagger. The littlest Crowne struggled to get past the crowd so after a long, tedious minute, she found herself out of the sea of people, united with the girls she didn’t know. “Hello…?”

Meanwhile, Lisette, having just landed in one of the few open spaces amid the crowds of people, was taken aback by a ginger-haired girl with a scowl on her face approaching her and demanding what she was doing here. Immediately self-conscious, and without Alia there to support her, she folded her wings tightly at her back and stood straight, doing her best to avoid showing any signs of embarrassment. Internally, though, she was panicking. Was it the flight? It had been the easiest way to get to the Fair, even if it undoubtedly made folks stare at the white-winged blonde sailing the skies. Wasn’t the first time that had happened, but here... here was different.

“I beg your - hey!” She cut herself off when she found herself talking to a hand. That was just rude. Mama and O-kāsan had made it very clear before packing Lisette off to Crystal Peak that a first impression was everything at a new school, and this girl was certainly giving her one. While she was being pointedly ignored, she turned and craned her neck to look for a familiar face in the throng of students. No sign of anyone she knew... she resigned herself to a lecture from a stranger, but if it was going to be especially harsh, she had a few choice words of her own on the tip of her tongue.

Sylvia beamed at the two shanghaied girls, as if they were her own proteges. Her hands clasped together excitedly, and her focus went to the angel girl first. “Hi! My name is Sylvia Vargas, but you know, I feel like everybody knows that. Anyway. Look, I know how hard it is being new and all, but…” Sylvia waved her hand at the crowd around them. “It’s cool you have wings and all, but I don’t know. Maybe don’t be a show off? Just try to be humble, okay?”

Her visage then turned to the tiny goblin girl, still wearing a maybe too wide of a smile. “And you, my dear… uh… whatever your name is! You can’t wear that. Never. You just can’t ever, ever wear whatever you’re wearing right now. They’ll eat you alive here, okay?”

"I... what do you mean, show off? It was either walk and take far longer, getting lost along the way, or fly from a third floor balcony and know where I'm going." Lisette furrowed her eyebrows, liking this Sylvia girl less and less by the second. First impressions and all. "And what do you mean, she can’t wear that? If it’s comfortable for her, that’s what matters, right?”

“Uh,” Ria was a deer in headlights, looking between the blond and the redhead. This was like one of those bar jokes where three vastly different people find themselves in the same place, at the same time, and are presented with a situation. Rather than acknowledge the diss toward her attire, she muttered, “Vargas? Like… you’re related to Dr. Elise Vargas?” One of the main directors that decides all things hero schooling throughout the world… Vargas. Also the woman her great uncle kept talking about ever since she made a generous donation because of how tragic! There was a fire… Vargas. Illuria wasn’t surprised at the name drop, she simply was reiterating her knowledge from being considered an ‘elite’ family member as well. It was weird, what money and fame could do to a person.

Sylvia’s smile began to wane quickly as neither girl gave her the expected reaction. She was expecting them to be thankful that she was trying to help them, but nope! Angel Girl gave her excuses and tried to be a white knight, and Goblin Girl was over here talking about mom. She winced visibly at the name of Elise Vargas, but tried her very best to remain calm, cool, and collected. Try as she might though, it really wasn’t working. “Okay. So clearly I did something wrong. One, don't ever talk about my mom again, and two, I’m just trying to help the two of you because it’s extremely obvious that neither of you know anything about anything here.” Sylvia took a deep breath and did her best to reset this conversation.

“Let’s try this again. I’m Sylvia Vargas. I don't like when people talk about my parents, so please don’t. May I pretty please make your acquaintances and have your names?” her tone was forced and generally didn’t seem sincere. Sylvia still wore a fake smile, but now it had the afflictions of rage and annoyance.

Illuria glanced over to the ‘Angel Girl’, pursing her lips as she kept silent. She didn’t know if she felt comfortable saying her full name. There weren’t many Illurias that existed in this world, so like, it didn’t feel right to bring it up. She could say her nickname. Maybe that would satisfy the pretentious princess. Still, did she really owe her name to a girl that didn’t like her outfit? She was worried she’d run into the fashion police and here she was, running into the fashion police.

Lisette was just confused. Of course she didn't know anything about Crystal Peak or its people, it was her first week here. She hadn't even finished unpacking her books! ... Okay, there were a lot and she had gotten sidetracked with everything else going on. While Sylvia's request was amenable, her tone was not. She sounded as though she would just get angrier if the conversation continued. If introductions were just going to annoy her even further...

It didn't help that the other girl, the even shyer one than herself, didn't look like she wanted to talk either. What was the best course of action here? She didn’t want to excuse herself on her own, that meant leaving the shy girl alone with Sylvia, and that was almost definitely a recipe for disaster. Would she be comfortable if Lisette steered her away from this angry redhead? Anxiety twisted itself into her guts.

It was a risk. And she decided to take it. "My name is Lisette. I’d love to stay and chat, but my friend and I were thinking about signing up for some clubs together. Please excuse us." It was a classic way to get away from an unwanted conversation, one that Mama had taught her: pretend you have a friend nearby and engage with them. Stepping past Sylvia with a smile of her own, she put an arm around the third girl’s shoulders and began to lead her away from the seemingly irritated redhead, aiming to lose her in the crowds.

Before Ria realized, she was already going back into the fair, without a goodbye they were off. As they walked away, Ria looked over her shoulder at Sylvia, wondering if this would piss her off even more. She didn’t like the idea of having an enemy already at the school. Then again, there was part of her to be relieved to not be in such an awkward conversation. Now, here she was, walking somewhere, or well, being led somewhere with the girl that introduced herself as Lisette. “Maybe she meant well?” Ria’s voice went up an octave, no longer mumbling but still ever so timid. “I’m Illuria, by the way. I’m pretty sure we’re the same year, since we have gym together. It’s hard not to notice someone as pretty as you.”

"Um, thank you..." Lisette couldn’t help but blush a little at the compliment. Then it clicked where she’d seen Illuria before. "Right, of course, I remember you from gym class. That was tough for a first go at it."

She glanced back behind the two of them, just in case Sylvia was following. "I’m sorry for dragging you out of there like that, Illuria. But honestly, that girl talks like she wants to be friends while her actions say, I don’t like you... um, truth be told, I have no idea where we’re going. Just away from her."

“Well you have someone to meet?” Ria tilted her head, curious if Lisette wanted to hang out with her or not. To be honest, she was losing wind already, feeling the day catch up with her. Would it be rude to ditch her and the fair and lie to her mom saying she signed up for the music club or something? That interaction with Sylvia, as short as it was, was a lot. And her mother wanted her to go to the party too.

“Because I promised a boy I’d meet him!” Oh that came out horrible, as if Ria had a love life. Ha, ha… yeah. Funny. Her and a love life. “Whose a friend… a guy, dude. Friend.” Word vomit. This is why she kept to herself. This is why she would ditch the angel girl like they ditched the redhead. Save herself from putting her foot deeper in her mouth. She didn’t even know what friend she was talking about; she didn’t have any. “He said he’d meet me over… over there.” Ria squeaked, her voice getting even louder as she pointed in a direction. And yes, she was pointing at a boy far, far away. Squirming out of Lisette’s arm, Ria cleared her throat, “I’ll, uh, see you later?”

"Oh! Well, if you have someone special to meet, you’d better go." Lisette disengaged as soon as Illuria showed signs of wanting to be out from under her arm. "I’m supposed to be meeting my mentor somewhere... right, yes, hopefully see you soon." She gave Illuria a wave as she stepped away, then pulled her phone from a pocket and texted Alia. I’m at the Fair. There’s way too many people here. Where can I find you?

When Lisette walked away, Ria gave the deepest sigh of relief. She was free. That was the longest five minutes of her life. “Alrighty then,” The brunette gave a shy wave goodbye before going into the random direction she pointed at, choosing it would be best to not look behind her or to the side of her, where Lisette was heading and where Sylvia was left behind. She likely already ruined her chances with both of them as friends so there was no use in dwelling. Onward and upward, her sister, Callie, would say.

There was a strike of panic that shook the redhead when Lisette made it known she was leaving this conversation. A hand feebly reached out, and Sylvia’s feet nearly started to follow the duo as they left, her mouth left agape. “Hey, wait…! I’m -”

Sorry.

There was a glacial feeling that went down her spine and it felt like a gaping void opened up in her chest. Guilt. Loneliness. Things she’d felt time and time again, but was never able to shake their spectral, icy hands. She wished her uncle hadn’t forced her out here because this is what always happened. She wasn’t good at talking to people, and deep down, she knew that. Everyone was pushed away like she was a huge magnetic force field. Why was this so difficult? Sylvia cursed her existence silently and ground her teeth. She had thought she was doing something good, but apparently, she’d ruined everything. Nothing new there.

Running a tense, frustrated hand through her locks, she went the opposite path that Lisette and the Cryptid had and melted back into the crowd. The bored gleam in her eyes was now a vacant one, matte and hollow.

It was gonna be one of those days.




Location: Campus Castle -> The Quad



“What’s up, kid?” the familiar voice of Uncle Abe filtered loudly through the speakers of a young redhead’s iPhone. Sylvia Vargas sat dully at a computer desk, her lurid green eyes transfixed on the screen in front of her. Numbers flitted over the heavily armed form of her main World of Warcraft character, Helexia. In the background, the sounds of The Story So Far’s “Placeholder” thrummed on another set of speakers. Her head bobbed to the beat, silently wondering if her roommate had been driven to madness yet since she’d had the song playing on repeat all morning, if he was even around.

“Not much. Same thing as usual. Stuck in this crappy college with nothing to do.” Sylvia’s voice answered, airy and light but with a tinge of annoyance and apathy. Her fingers nimbly slid across her keyboard, half listening to the famous Uncle she had on speaker phone. Her attention was raptly on the numbers that floated above her character’s head and the various cooldowns for Helexia the Retribution Paladin’s abilities.

Across the world in a cozy hotel room, Abraham Selig, known far and wide across the globe as the Number 3 Hero Brightlance, took a hearty drag on a cigarette as reclined in his luxurious bed. He chuckled to himself at his niece’s disinterest. It was sort of disheartening to know his niece was a recluse with a stick up her ass.

“Look, kid. You’ve gotta give up this whole broody bitch thing you’ve got going on. I know your mom sucks. I know your dad sucks. I just want you to succeed in life and not just be tethered by your parents, you know?” his gruff voice resonated back to Sylvia, running a hand through his dark hair as he did so. He’d probably said the same words to her at some point in her life, but it never really did seem to stick.

“They don’t control me, uncle. I am my own person, thanks. Sylvia retorted sharply, annoyance growing in her voice as she began to tap on her keyboard a little louder.

“Oh yeah? Then why are you still playing that stupid game? Every time I call you, I hear you slamming away on that computer. I don't think I’ve ever called you and you’ve been outside your room, Sylv.”

“...I just… Don’t have a reason to go outside. Everybody sucks. Except like… Mr. Marlarkey. He’s okay.”

Taking another drag on his cigarette, the Symbol of Valor shook his head at Sylvia’s response. If her only friend was a teacher, then this was starting to get real sad. Sighing to himself, he took it upon himself to try and kickstart her future since her parents were completely worthless at well… being parents. This girl was going to end up an isolated mess that relied completely on her parents at this rate.

“Sylvia, what are you doing with your life? Don’t you have any friends? Like… anything at all? You’re a sophomore, and I feel like you probably didn’t leave your dorm once.” he questioned her, his tone getting more serious.

“I’m super popular, okay? I’ve got lots of friends. You don’t know my life, uncle.” Irritation was starting to bleed clearly through Sylvia’s teeth.

“Yeah, okay. That’s a lie. I know very well your mom moderates even your social life, but we gotta kick that to the curb. Look, let's get you connected. It’s important. I wouldn’t be anywhere if I hadn’t made the right friends. In fact, let’s make a deal, Sylv.” Abe got up off his bed, his fit, half-nude form fully illuminated by fluorescent light as he began to pace around his fanciful room.

“Oh great. One of Uncle Abe’s famous deals. I can’t wait to hear this.” The peachy redhead gritted her teeth in anticipation. Her eyes never left the screen in front of her though, even as a red lock fell lazily over her face.

Abe strode over to a mostly bare, exquisite coffee table that dominated the main room of his temporary living quarters. His chocolate eyes peered down at a laptop’s screen, reading a recent email from Crystal Peak. “There’s this thing going on at your school. The Students Activities Fair. Yeah, I still get the emails. I want you to go. Make a friend. Get your life together. If you go, I’ll make a generous donation to the life and times of Sylvia Vargas.”

“And if I don’t?” Sylvia inquired bluntly. Something told her this was about to get stupid. Her family, all of them, had a penchant for twisting things so they got their way, one way or another.

“Well, maybe I’ll tell your parents about that friendship or whatever you’ve got going with… What was his name? Mr. Marlarkey? Scandalous.” A smirk flitted over Abe’s lips, knowing full well how this was going to end.

“Wow. Blackmailing your own niece? Some Symbol of Valor you are. Screw you.” As much as she was pissed at being strong-armed into doing something she really had no interest in, she knew she didn’t really have a choice. It wasn’t a good idea to call her family out of their bluffs. Huffing, her eyes finally left her computer screen and she let her hands hit the Esc key so she could log out of the game.

“But fine. I’ll go. I’m getting dressed now… Just leave Mr. Marlarkey out of this.” There was the sound of clear defeat in Sylvia’s words as she resigned herself to her uncle’s wishes.

“Sorry, kid. Let it be a lesson to you. You don’t get anywhere, especially not where I am, without a little… let’s say… browbeating.”

Sylvia’s expression visibly soured at her uncle’s “lesson”. “Whatever. I’m hanging up now. I’ll call you later.” Before Abe could get another word out, Sylvia did exactly what she said she was going to do and abruptly disconnected from her frustrating call with her uncle. Standing in the middle of her little living space, she clenched her fists, closed her eyes, and suppressed the want to scream. This place was a prison, doubly so with her stuck living with a Warden. No, not just any Warden, but the Head Warden. She wasn't sure what she had done in this life or the last to feel so confined.

Hastily, her dainty hands dressed herself in a light green, floral-patterned blouse straight from Dior. Paired with it was a grey toned pleated skirt from Louis Vuitton. To finish her little outfit off, she slapped on a dash of lipstick, eyeliner, and then slipped on a pair of Hermès "Gris Argente" sandals. Simple. Breezy. Light. One of the silver linings of her family was the money since she could afford such expensive clothing, and boy, was it comfortable. With the ensemble ready, she picked up yet another vastly expensive accessory, her black Chanel handbag, and shuffled out of her dorm and toward the Fair. She left The Story So Far playing on repeat for her room mate to deal with. If it was gonna be another year with that guy, then Sylvia was certainly going to make him suffer with a plethora of minor inconveniences.


Definitely interested in this! Been playing a lot of Third Age: Total War that rekindled my love for Tolkien.
Very interested! I need more things to entertain me! xD
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