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Post by Valencia Donahue on Oct 23, 2007 17:29:52 GMT 1
((OOC: No postsize limit, no post order.)) Celebration of Good Health
To the Students of Hircine High:
I would like to cordially invite you all to my mansion out in the suburbs to join me in a semi-formal party. The occasion is to encourage today’s youth to practice more fit means of remaining in shape. This party will be funded by my own and several organizations in order to provide our guests with all sorts of activities to pass your time and to meet students from other schools as well. Members of those organizations will also be attending the party to meet and greet you students in order to discuss ways to improve our future’s health and to have America shrug off its horrendous reputation for its obesity epidemic. Such activities include but are not limited to: a bonfire out in my backyard, a pool party, billiards in the library, a game room with all sorts of things to do including a big screen plasma television set, and so much more.
I do hope to see you soon.
— J. Joaquin |
[/font] PS: More information about this party will come at a later date.[/right] [this is an advertisement] [/td][/tr][/table][/quote] …This was merely one of many invitations that made it into the hands of students throughout San Francisco through their high school newspapers. Be it the Trackers, the Keystone Predator, the Howler, or whatever, the invitations were hard to miss in Hircine High and even harder in other schools where people were looking forward to having fun at someone’s mansion (since they wouldn’t have to worry so much about messes). In case people forgot, another batch of invitations was sent by mail, complete with updates on the events, contact information, directions, and even a relatively accurate map of the mansion itself. Of course there were several sections where the rooms were sealed off, but the ones that weren’t made up for it. Almost every room had its own activity or purpose… Some of which already described in the first invitation and the rest unexpected and truly made people wonder about how wealthy Mr. Joaquin really is until one remembers that other organizations helped fund for this event. Other details included dressing up for the Halloween theme, though it wasn’t mandatory, and other essentials like bathing suits if one wanted to swim in the heated pool. The days went by and random happenings almost drowned out the date of this party, but with so many invitations and reminders sent out, there was bound to be at least a couple many teens that remembered. The ones that arrived early would be greeted by an undead-looking butler, which was traditional to any “haunted mansion”. Beyond the main doorway would be the first anteroom that led to some of the first set of rooms. At the end would be the main parlor where couches were set up strategically for the purpose of allowing guests to know one another better. With other schools like Anglonox, Cartford, Kindlewood, and all the other high schools invited besides Hircine, the room was made to have people converse. A nice touch would be the other undead servants who would wait on them. Further ahead would be the ballroom and the grand staircase. This would be the first sign that the further one went into the mansion, the darker it got for effect. The ballroom was flanked with long tables with refreshments of many kinds, featuring healthy foods and admittedly, not so healthy foods as well. This was probably intentional to show whether the guest was one to make the right choices, but it didn’t stop people from mostly getting food from the unhealthy side anyways. The center of the ballroom was primarily used for dancing to the kind of music one would expect from a Halloween party. Decorative cobwebs and other sorts of grim things festooned wherever it could and if the students didn’t know better, the students would’ve mistaken the dressed up organization partygoers for paid actors because their costumes were so elaborate. Every once in a while they would try striking up a conversation with the students, but usually their topic would involve what kinds of activities the student did in their free time and whatnot. It was painfully obvious that they preferred to talk to people who looked more attractive and supple. It was kinda rude, how those members of those associations behaved, but they tried to be polite for the sake of keeping the guests around and pleasing the owner of this mansion. But nowhere in sight would be the host of the party, Mr. J. Joaquin. People would look everywhere for him from the balcony overlooking the gardens, where a pool party was taking place, where people ran off to mess around in the mazelike hedges, and a bonfire was carefully monitored for people to watch transfixed. They would ask everywhere for the owner of this mansion just to comment about how cool or tacky the mansion was decorated and realize that no one saw him at all that night. The most anyone was willing to say was that he planned to make a more subtle entrance than the others, like he usually did. Of course, all these details were only visible to those who were busy taking them in instead of partying away with their friends, colleagues, and other guests. There was hardly a place where people were sitting down unless they were resting or talking to someone. Those who weren’t were more likely to hang around the outside of events and watch the others have fun, especially in the rooms were billiards was played and stuff like that. Most, if not all, of the things that shouldn’t be broken were stowed away out of harm’s reach and the multitudes of servants and maids that patrolled the mansion constantly to make sure that no one else got harmed… But sometimes, people would be startled by their sudden appearances, due to their outfits. And that was how the party went, with few wondering why the title of the festive event being changed from the “Celebration of Good Health” to the “Harvest Soiree”. ((OOC: Go ahead and make up activities in the unused rooms if you want. The place is big for a reason.))
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Post by John Ong on Oct 23, 2007 22:24:51 GMT 1
John had been at lunch before reseaving a rather interesting phone call when he got his hands on the school news paper. He kept it and put most of it to memory just incase he needed to send the findings to his partner in crime for personality analysis, because... The guy was smart like that. But what caught this grey haired boys attention was the mention of the word: "Party". Now if you think just because he was slightly anti-social, and a grump most of the time that he wouldn't like going to an event like this? Think again.
John Ong showed up as Frankenstein's monster. Old school. He had the flat top black boots and everything. Green face paint and a choker collar around his neck that held on the bolts. He had on the black uniform and a white shirt under it. This party seemed holloween-ish, and very fun. He just wanted to find some soda and watch the plasma T.V. He made his way around, bobbing and wheeving... Ok so pushing some people out of his way to get where he wanted. He found the ball room rather easily and grabbed a Dr. Pepper. Then he would stand around and observe for a few minutes, shooing away the undead servents when the tried to ask something. It actually made him feel rather odd with them walking around.
Two Dr. Peppers and one dance with mystery girl number three later. John had decided to just keep on walkin' and find that damn T.V. He had plans for it. Yes.... Plans... No he isn't gonna try and steal it, what gives you that idea? With the idea of that trailing in his mind he unknowingly made his eyes shift back and forth from slight peranoia. The party was gonna be fun.
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Post by victor on Oct 23, 2007 22:35:15 GMT 1
"Mr. J. Joaquin... is that French? It sounds French." Victor thought as he made his way through the street. "Probably is."
Victor had heard of this man. He was a prominent man in this place of California and particularly wealthy. That was about all he knew, other than what had been written on his invitation. Victor admired the man for his noble decision to contribute to the battle against obesity in teens. He hadn't expected the gentleman to go about it like this, but who was he to argue with the man? He was being very generous, inviting the Hiricine High students to his fabulous estate for exercise programs and relaxation. And to top it off they could attend costumed! Oh this would be interesting!
Victor had come costumed of course. Some people would have settled for something simple or scary, but Victor, a passionate young man when it came to costumes, had gone for something much more extravagant. He was dressed in a blue silk shirt reminiscent of the Spanish renaissance and a dark blue silk cloak. On his lower body, Victor wore a pair of high, dark boots and black old fashioned trousers. Over his face he wore a black mask that covered the upper region of his face. His long black hair wasn't tied back this time. It hung freely down. All in all, Victor looked like middle age nobility. He was a young man with a taste for the odd.
At last, he came to the sprawling mansion of Mr. J. Joaquin. Dear lord, the mansion was large! Victor wondered how many Hiricine students would come. The man living here surely had something grand in store for them within this place of wonder. Well, there was only one way to find out what was inside.
Victor walked up the long path to the mansion's large set of double doors, observing the beautiful water fountain in the center of the sprawling yard. He chuckled. He did love art so much. He had never been one for math and science and all the logical things in life. Victor was a visionary with an odd way of looking at things. This place was utterly gorgeous.
Finally reaching the double doors, Victor rung the doorbell, jumping a little when the doorbell did not produce a buzz, beep, or ring, but a woman's scream. He was startled, but then he laughed. The wealthy could certainly do a lot when they had the time and the money. A very clever ploy!
The door was opened and Victor was greeted by a butler who looked like an incarnation of Charon from the river Styx. He was grim faced, old, stiff, and dressed in the kind of suit you only wear when you're a corpse. The man's eyes were black and beady and seemed to drill into you like acupuncture needles, not caring if you stared back or not.
"May I help you, young man?" The butler's voice was a grim, dull drone.
"Yes, I have an invitation from your master for the party." Victor said, handing the butler his invitation. The man took the invitation, looked it over slowly, then looked at Victor with a look that could only be described as condescending.
"Ah yes, he has been expecting you. Come this way, young master." And with that, the butler turned around and began to walk into the depths of the mansion.
Victor followed suite, observing the interior of the mansion. It had been decorated to the extreme. You could still see inside of it, but otherwise it was dark and shady, and fake cobwebs had been placed in countless nooks and crannies. If there were any other servants or guests-and there probably were-they were being awfully quiet. You could almost hear yourself think.
The butler led Victor to an anteroom where a series of doors were located. Victor considered taking a peek behind one of them, but the butler hurried on, leaving him no alternative but to follow. Through another door, Victor came into a beautiful parlor with couches set up around the room.
"Would you like to wait here young master, or would you like to go somewhere else?"
For some reason, Victor felt a bit unnerved being called "young master", but he simply replied, "No thank you. I'll wait here."
"As you wish, young master." the butler said, and turned around to leave through the door he had come in through.
In truth, Victor would have liked to see the rest of the mansion, but the logical thing would to wait here. Chances were that most of the guests who came here would be brought to this room first by default, and even if they chose to go somewhere else, he could get to meet them before they left. There was no sense doing activities alone in this place. It was better working with someone else.
Victor sat down on a couch and waited, adjusting his mask. They would come.
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Post by Tiao Lei Shen on Oct 24, 2007 1:06:46 GMT 1
Tiao Lei Shen stood in front of the mirror, checking the extent of his costume. He wasn't much of one for parties these days, but anything would be better than sitting around his house on Halloween. Tiao checked the reddish-black make-up around his eye, makin sure it was dry before he slipped over his replica ancient chinese mask. He attached the twin broadswords to the back of his black Lin Qui style uniform. It occured to him that he was going as a certain character from a cartoon show. He was drawn into it during his hospital stay. His choices were mainly between a Kung Fu depicting cartoon or the mass of daytime Soap Operas. To hell with the latter. Overall, Tiao was feeling good. His arm, while not fully healed, was out of his sling to match the non-braced knee that was almost back to normal strength. He was allowed to lift fifteen pounds with his injured arm, and while that wasn't alot, it sure felt like it about now. It was good his knee was well though, for he would be using it on his way to the party. For most people, they would travel from Hircine's dorms or the other nearby high schools. For Tiao, it would be a simple cross of the street, heading to the mansion across from his in the suburbs. Almost every house looked the same in the 'burbs, but Mr. Joaquin's was still noticeably a bit larger than the rest. That in itself, was a feat that could be boasted. Mr. Joaquin always seemed a little off to the pillar, but everyone had their quirks. Mr. Joaquin was weird, and Tiao was always angry. It was a fair enough trade. Tiao walked up to the doorstep, opening the door for himself to ease his want of self-dependance in his state. He took a brief glance around the room, searching for Darren. He called his friend, but was only able to leave a message on his voicemail. With the lack of his presence, Tiao migrated to the outside of the circle, purposefully lowering the mask over his face. Tiao, on more than one occasion, turned into the main attraction of the party. The attention wasn't something he used to mind, but now he didn't feel like dealing with it. Perhaps if he saw someone he knew, he would approach them. If not, he might remove his mask in a few minutes to allow some interaction with others. After all, seclusion in one's home was only minorly different than seclusion in another's.
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Post by Valencia Donahue on Oct 24, 2007 2:04:19 GMT 1
((OOC: w00t. 400th post. And intro posts are always long. Don't expect me to keep it this way, though. There's no size limit.)) Ruth and Gladys are party animals. Valencia just wants free food. So in every sense of the word, they’re very experienced when it comes to parties and other social gatherings, especially the two lesbians. They knew that the party was going to be big the moment they saw it in the papers, so they made time. They knew that parking might be brutal, so they rode together on Gladys’s motorcycle (and violated a couple traffic safety laws) instead of using Ruth’s truck. What was more was that in their excitement to attend the party, a minor accident occurred. The moment the door opened after the doorbell screamed, the undead butler met a frightening sight. In front of him was a charming fairy (Gladys), a provocatively dressed cowgirl (Ruth), and an extremely drenched wraith (Valencia). Before the butler could say anything, the lesbians explained as if it was another casual affair. [GLADYS]: “We speeded through a red light, made a sharp 90 degree turn to escape the cops and cameras, and accidentally threw Valencia into the nearby lake. Needless to say, we got a ticket and Valencia lived.” [RUTH]: “Gladys and I brought our bathing suits because we plan on jumping into the pool later. Sadly, we didn’t bring any towels because we thought the host would provide some. As for Valencia, she wasn’t in the mood for swimming but since she had a dip anyways, our friend here is cold, wet, and starving.” [GLADYS]: “We have our invitations though, so no worries about us being any sort of trouble to you Jenkins!” [RUTH]: “Hang in there, Jeeves!” …And off they went, leading the hooded figure that twitched as if she really did come from the other side and back. The two chattered away about the Haunted Mansion ride in Disneyland and how the first hallway with doors reminded them of part with the floating candlestick. They even half expected one to appear, but before such an anomaly could happen, they arrived upon the parlor and pushed Valencia onto a couch. She didn’t protest in the slightest and merely shivered as subtly as she could, but it was still obvious that she fell into a large and cold body of water. Most thought she was simply role-playing as a drowned ghost-undead-maiden-thing and got really into it, but the hood concealing her face kept them from realizing how uncomfortable the Asian was. [RUTH]: “Now you just wait there, Valencia! We’ll come back as soon as we can with towels and some food, so sit tight and converse with some people! And for gosh sakes, if you keep hugging those wet rags against yourself, you’ll never get dry!” [GLADYS]: “And you know that’s true! You tell us all the time that jeans are hard to dry off naturally. Should we go get you another change of clothes or are you willing enough to take of several layers of clothes at least!?” Valencia mumbled to herself and looked to the side. That was her response and her friends grinned and shrugged before heading off to help their buddy. They knew her well enough. Valencia was really stubborn about a ton of things, but will obey if she sees reason and if she thinks no one is looking. Once the lesbians were gone, she examined her surroundings. She saw someone decked in extravagant attire sitting across from her, the Blue Spirit hanging around the edge of the room, and Frankenstein’s monster drew her attention to the ballroom where food was. Free food…She stood up and remembered how wet she was. She didn’t want to soak the floors, created slipping hazard, and kill a bunch of hapless dancers and socialites, so she sat back down. Valencia finally removed her hood and began to squeeze mucky water out of her brown and half blonde hair as if it was a dirty sponge. She didn’t expect to remove her hood, so she didn’t dye the rest of her brown hair to the well-known gold. Her face was a mess and some of the scratches and bruises almost looked like it was done by makeup than from a highflying journey in the air. Her blind-gray eyes stared off into nowhere as she muttered aloud about how desensitized people were nowadays. “ Rassum frassum… I have nothing against people not batting an eyelash when I do a stunt, but if I die in a burning building one of these days, I better have some waterworks at my funeral…” …If people attend my funeral. And I'm so hungry...
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Post by John Ong on Oct 24, 2007 2:28:24 GMT 1
John made one mistake... He looked back. When in these situations, you NEVER look back, its bad, VERY bad. You lose focus or get even more peranoid, or someone mite think your up to something. But who could help not looking when three girls come through the door pretty loudly and one of them is soaked. John looked for a moment, ok a long moment. He saw her look his way and then to the food when the two other ladies left, she got up, but sat back down? Yes, it was odd to John. He couldn't place this one, but figured she must of been hungry.
He looked away long enough to see the T.V. It was right there, and he could almost feel himself wanting to take it... He would need help though. And maybe if he got help from someone who was... More recognized in the area, like say a soaking wet wraith. Then they shouldn't be able to pin it on him if he plays it right. So he turned away from the T.V. stacked a palte of random food items, getting some from both sides. He'd walk over and stand there, as straight as possible playing his part. Holding the plate of food and then lowering it for her. Peace offering so to speak.
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Post by victor on Oct 24, 2007 4:27:16 GMT 1
He looked around without moving his head and saw Frankenstein's monster in the ballroom where food and drinks had been laid out on various tables. There was quite a bit of it too from the looks of it and not the run of the mill party food you typically found. It was the exquisite stuff that you found at real dinners that only people like the host of this party could afford. Fine, ripe cheeses, both hard and soft, homemade pizzas, various pasta dishes and sauces-even Alfredo sauce, his favorite-of all kinds, countless dishes and drinks, even an entire roast turkey! What a bonanza!
But there wasn't just the typical junk food of course. There was plenty of healthy food. There were a variety of salads-including Caesar, Victor's personal favorite-lean meats, and the usual assortments of fruits and vegetables. Fresh grapes, apples of all kinds, low fat drinks, pure fruits smoothies, all the things one could want that were healthy and tasted great.
Victor saw three girls come in. One was a beautifully dressed fairy, the other a cowgirl, the final one a menacing and realistic looking wraith. The wraith, whoever she was, looked soaked. The other two seemed cheerful and told her to wait here until they brought back towels and food. After they left, Victor watched from the corner of his eyes as the wraith took off her hood and revealed herself.
Victor remembered the girl in an instant. He had met her on the day he had challenged Stern Mason in the gym, a match which had predictably gone bad for him. He had smiled and waved at her and she had given him a look that suggested she wanted to rip his head off and stick it on a stake. Victor did not know much of her-or even of her name for that matter-but he had glimpsed her at Hiricine now and again. She struck him as being a person who was a bit on the cold side. Oh well. She probably had a good reason to be, and that wasn't any of his business.
Victor got up from the couch and went into the ballroom and got a large glass plate from the table, along with a napkin, fork, and knife. He went to one of the tables and selected a plate of plain spaghetti, a side of green beans, and a glass cup of custard flan (again he was amused by what the wealthy could do).
As he went to a different table to get a glass of soda, he heard the girl from the other room muttering about how people had better cry at her funeral and how she was very hungry. Well, Victor was in a generous mood. But still...
"If you're going to do it, shut up and do it!" his mind shouted at him.
He did not hesitate or stop to listen to the girl's musing, but merely continued filling his glass-not a paper cup but an actual glass-with soda. The Frankenstein monster was going back to the parlor and was holding out a plate of food for the girl. As he passed, Victor expertly placed his soda and cup of custard flan on the tray, making sure not to disturb anything on the tray. He then sat back down where he was before and began to eat.
Victor figured the girl would probably give him a cold stare like before, and the guy in the Frankenstein costume might too, or say he was "butting in" or something, even though he didn't seem to have any romantic interest in her. He would just deal with it. He didn't have a crush on the girl or anything. The Frankenstein monster was just being nice to the girl, so why shouldn't Victor contribute to that kindness? If one of them got angry, he would just let them.
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Post by rougestar21 on Oct 24, 2007 15:32:54 GMT 1
Earlier that day...
"A party?" Jonas looked up from his espresso and at Dominick, who handed him the paper. "Well yeah Jonas," Dominick said as he handed off the paper, "I thought with all of your connections, you'd know before everyone else in this school." Jonas turned back toward Dominick and shrugged his shoulders, "Parties and such aren't my forte', and I don't intend to start sellin' out to the mob just yet." Jonas was not really a fan of parties, mainly because every party he attended ended in a spectacular ballet of misfortune, such as one might find in a train wreck; his last experience at a party in New York, an underground rave affair, ended with a drug sting, a gun battle, and a 3 mile free run through the back alleys to evade police shotguns. Of course, Jonas hoped that this party would be a little different; at least this party was publicly advertised. "And just what about this party would be so interesting to me anyway?" Jonas continued. Dominick looked up at him, a little annoyed. "Because you fight and train like an idiot day in and day out, and even God got to rest once a week." Jonas conceded, both because he saw the logic, and some part of him still wanted to go anyway. He quickly picked the invitation up and stared at it a little longer. "Okay genius, this is a costume party... what do you think I should try for that?" Dominick smiled.
Night of the party Jonas gently pushed the cab door open and walked around to the driver, pulling a small amount of cash out of his wallet. The cab driver looked up at Jonas, "Hey buddy, you got a hot date or somthin'?" Jonas looked down at his "costume", a three piece Italian suit he had been given by his Uncle Vince in New York; even though their family earned a modest means, Mafiosos really emphasized a kind of sophistication in formal events. The only things that seemed out of place were Jonas's hair, slicked back with enough grease to fry an egg in, and a single toothpick on the right side of his mouth. All in all, Jonas seemed to pull of the Mafia look well enough, although it seemed a little too normal to be a costume, and a little too formal for a sixteen year old kid to be wearing. Jonas ignored the patronizing words of the driver and gently tossed him the money. As the cab sped off, Jonas slowly reached into his pants pocket and withdrew his Revelation necklace. Assuming Seth or Conner were not coming, Jonas had decided he would be a formal representative of their little "enterprise" at Hircine, a little reminder that Revelation was not just a gang of boorish thugs. As such, Jonas carried with him an air of dignity as he walked through the front door, making a gentle nod to the butlers and maids, and greeting them in simple Italian.
Let's see just how the rich live around here...
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Post by Tiao Lei Shen on Oct 25, 2007 0:37:18 GMT 1
Along with every male, and a most of the women, Tiao's eyes drifted to the door as a triumvirate of women entered the mansion. As two of them began speech of an accident, though in a casual tone, Tiao's eyes studied them. His eyes stayed just a bit too long on the cowgirl. Behind the mask, his eyes shifted sharply to the more conservative of the three as her name was released.
Valencia...
Tiao slowly slipped his mask to the top of his head, pivoting to face the center of the room as Valencia dripped her way to the couch directly across on the other side of the room. The asian took a few steps her direction, clenching his jaw as a giant M&M stepped in front of him, remaining motionless after.
"Move!" Tiao snapped, using his good arm to shove the student to the side.
The M&M turned in protest, the anger fading from his face as he met the gaze of his pillar. With the M&M now retreating to a place far away from the Tiger of Hircine, Tiao turned his head back to the couches, watching as Frankenstein and perhaps what was a Matador both step in front of Valencia, offering her refreshments. With a grunt of frustration, Tiao turned on his toes, making his way back to his original spot. He plopped down onto one of the wooden chairs against the wall, crossing his arms across his chest.
"Hmph." Tiao exhaled, removing one hand to pull his mask back over his face before returning it to his chest.
You're stupid. The popular Tiao sitting by himself, pouting, rather than talking to her. Since when do you act like such an idiot around women? Stupid.
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Post by victor on Oct 25, 2007 1:26:06 GMT 1
The food was delicious. The wealthy could certainly afford could chefs. No surprise, given the size of the mansion. Victor could only wonder what else was lurking in this place. Maybe there was a hedge maze in the backyard or something. Of course he couldn't go swimming because he couldn't go swimming because-
"Move!"
Victor looked up out of the corners of his eyes and spotted a young man shove another guest in a ridiculous M&M costume aside with one sweep of his arm. Victor felt a bit angered by this boorish treatment, but also amused by it. Dear Lord, the M&M costume was so freaking tacky! He clamped down on a small chuckle as well as a smile before they could surface.
The young man's face was slightly hidden because his face was concealed by makeup. It appeared he was dressed as that prince-Victor couldn't remember his name-from that animated series about... about... darn it, what was it? He hadn't been watching TV much except for specific programs which generally came on once a week. Nevertheless, his costume was excellent, right down to the twin broadswords.
The figure began to approach them. Victor was always in the mood for company, but he could tell the figure-whoever he was-was a dangerous one as well. Even in the costume and makeup, Victor could see the muscles on his body, arms and legs. They were the kind of muscles you could only develop when you were trained in combat forms from an extremely early age, and you trained incessantly. That meant he was good. He wondered what form this young man used.
The young man began to approach them, but suddenly a look of disgust-and perhaps anger-came over him and he retreated back into the hallway where the darkness was. Odd fellow.
"Now what's with him?" Victor thought. "I hope we didn't do anything to offend him."
Having eaten enough to satisfy his body, Victor stood up and approached the wraith and Frankenstein monster. He might as well try to strike up a conversation. There was no point in just standing around just staring at each other. He would be "breaking the silence", which would be awkward, but somebody always had to do that. He was that person.
"Do forgive me for breaking the silence," Victor said, speaking to both the wraith and the Frankenstein monster, "but does anybody find this as being a bit odd? I can understand if this gentleman wants to invite us here out of the goodness of his heart to battle obesity and have fun, but wouldn't he want to do this with younger children? Most of the Hiricine students are among the most physically fit and obesity strikes small kids more."
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Post by alasdair on Oct 25, 2007 2:48:49 GMT 1
OOC: Okay....I couldn't help it....this is going to get a bit funny....hehehehehe.....
-----Early that day------ Alasdair was in the hospital when the nurse who took care of her sister came up to him and gave him a panflet "Found this in my school, was wondering if you where going." the green eyed girl asked, it was a matter of logic for the Half Irish Half Scottish Colossus, she was young as him so she would probably be going to high school or college, either ways Alasdair looked at the invitation and smiled, probably some fun wouldn't be bad for him.
The Colossus only smiled "Migh' as well dannae knaw really, ye' ai' dosen't sound bad....so ah migh' go..." he said with a light smile.
The nurse smiled to him and nodded "In that case if you go, see ya there." she said and with this she took her way back to her work, Alasdair on the other hand was looking at the invitation strangely, something was not good here, health club, huh, he will see about it.
As he arrived home he looked at his closet, it was a party he could go if he wished to in a Halloween costume, he wasn't the one to make the disguises it was usually her sister and with her in comma well it was just not normal for him to get creative. Yet he wanted to try to go in incognito yet for now he had other things in mind, in fact he got into his garb when his mother entered the room "So ye going te a Halloween party a' witha no costume!! Ye are na fun Al." said the mom with a light smile.
Alasdair laughted at her mothers speach and looked at her with serious eyes "Ye gottae any good ideas." he said with a light smile.
Her mother only smiled lightly a little yet it was one of those smiles her sister used to put when she had an idea for Alasdair on the Halloween's, like dressing him crazy or something, in Alasdair mind he only sighted <So ye gottae from dere didn' ye sis.> yet he didn't like where this was going.......
-----Later Night------
From the car Alasdair walked down yet you could probably mistake Alasdair quite easy this way, his hair had been cut a little and it was all pulled back leaving his face in complete show. Yet this wasn't exactly the best part, no siree.
"Where you are going with those sexy legs!!" a boy shouted, yeah a BOY, it was like the fourth time some one shouted to him that.
Well you see his mother thought that a Halloween costume was such a good idea to see him in his kilt, yeah kilt, in the US people will probably think it was a blisterin' mini-dress of very bad taste. Well anyways Alasdair was dressed in his red and black kilt, a strange brown shirt which had some parts of it cut showing off his skin. His face and some parts of his hands and torax painted with blue and all "Braveheart" fans who saw him couldn't help to shout "FREEDOME!!!!", yeah, her mother decided to help him put the costume of William Wallace.
In his hands he had a pair of brown gloves on to keep the costume yet they weren't as good as his other gloves yet they would do the job, Alasdair got into the door, on the way boys and girls couldn't help to either giggle or to whistle at the Half Irish Half Scottish Colossus and it was during this moments he thought <Ah wonder if ai' was a bloody blisterin' good idea or nay.> finnaly when he got into the door the guard looked at him from top to bottom, not to mention he had to look up, as the guard smirked "Where are you going Miss." he said sarcastically.
Alasdair only sighted "Here da invitation now le' me bloody in." he said seriously.
The guard got the invitation and began to walk around looking around, Alasdair first went to the beverage area and got a drink, in the crowd he saw Tiao, a pillar here, interesting he thought he will try to talk to him later yet for now he wanted to see if someone he knew was around and might he be damned it was Valencia, the girl who had caught his attention the last time he saw her just like always he preferred to mind his own buisness yet this was a party and it wasn't bad at all to say hello to some one he had helped a long time ago.
The Alasdair "Willam Wallace" Colossus walked towards where Valencia was besides another guy who had a mask, Valencia was dressed in a hood and a Frankestain guy <Bloody hell at least I dannae feel so ridiculous now..> as he got near Victor and Valencia.
"Hello Miss Valencia" he said seriously as he looked at Victor finnaly reconsing him "Hey Victor, long time na see, ah met ya in da cooking lab remembar?" he said seriously to Victor.
"Well a' leas' ah know there are other people in costume around." he said seriously again, as Alasdair only slapped himself mentally <Ye and yerr blisterin' talking bloody skills....> yet he kept his eyes on Valencia the girl really had gotten his attention after all he had found her more interesting than many things he had seen not to mention pretty.
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Post by Li on Oct 25, 2007 3:09:47 GMT 1
(Zerreth) His face was in his left hand as if he was embarrassed to be at such an occasion, or perhaps ashamed that such a "formal" gathering was arranged in the first place. His "costume" consisted of his black Henri overcoat with a simple suit under. It consisted of a black Armani Jacket and dress pants with a white button-down tuxedo shirt. Considering his hair length he decided to go as what he was last year at an anime convention: Brandon Heat from Gungrave. If no one could guess, he would simply open his coat and show his "real-looking" CZ75s saying he was a mafioso. He slipped on his face a pair of rectangular receptacles where the left lenses was replaced with a design of a white cross on a black lens. This would keep his left eye as safe as possible as he exposed both to the party.
"Sir. Are you here to drop someone off or will you be attending?" The valet spoke to Zerreth as he sat in the driver's seat contemplating as to just exactly how someone could write off a Halloween party with such...disgusting grace. "Ah, yes. Sorry." He stepped out and received his ticket for the car. As the valet drove into the distance with his '95 Accord, he turned to Li who was waiting impatiently. Zerreth was impressed that he was waiting at all. Li, who wore a very garish outfit that was supposed to represent a Bishop's uniform (though Zerreth was sure he could pass as the Pope), had been tapping his foot on the ground as he kept sticking a hand up his opposite sleeve. Regardless of the casual event this was supposed to be, they both brought weapons simply to be safe. Li, as "smart" as he was wore his knife along his arm hidden in the long, flowy sleeves of his costume.
Zerreth pulled out the invitation once more to laugh at the contradictions within. Why battle obesity with a large plasma screen TV? If anything, that would reinforce it...
(Li) I immediately spotted Valencia. Then again, it wasn't HARD to spot her, drenched as she was and the odd stares she was receiving. Regardless of the situation and regardless of how many people were trying to hit, or think of attempting to get close to that cold woman, she was still one of us. As our own private decree that Zerreth and I had, we were to help anyone in our "group" that was in need. Though Valencia and I barely met and more likely simply had passing glances, I could start to see that she was a loner like I was. People should generally just leave others alone like that. Before I could turn to Zerreth, he had already handed his overcoat to me. We already made a plan "telekinetically" and the moment I grabbed it would be when we started. We were already walking towards the small group forming around and as I grabbed the coat we split. Checking the note wrote in the inside pocket, I was just double checking to see any errors.
"Use it however you wish. Return it whenever you can. Help the members in times of need. That is our code as Legionaries." Concise and very to the point. Nice. I walked over to Valencia regardless of who was addressing her and wrapped the black overcoat around her and walked into the mass of the crowd. I'd meet up with Zerreth later.
(Zerreth) His part was to bring that other guy away. The one that looked like a noble. As he reached within listening distance, he decided to cut-in to the thought-provoking question. "It is odd, but obesity hits everyone, young and old. We have many older members of society who have already built habits that have become obese. While this is an interesting attempt to combat but this seems unlikely to help. What do you think?" He spoke with a calm voice and laid a hand on the "noble's" back and gave a bit of pressure to lead him away from Valencia. He wondered how he could draw the other two away...
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Post by Valencia Donahue on Oct 25, 2007 3:12:06 GMT 1
[EDIT: Posted before seeing Zerreth/Li's post...] Meanwhile…A really, really small saloon dancer and a bouncer descended from the grand staircase and made their way around the crazy people on the ballroom floor. What most people weren’t aware of was that this was Annette Steadfast, the petite (4’10”) editor in chief, and Sean Shelby, the bodyguard, of the Hircine High newspaper group, the Tracker. The tiny editor looked around determinedly while the bodyguard, with the mental speed capacity comparable to the speed of molasses against the side of a bottle, followed suit… Just to look busy. [SEAN]: “Do you think… Ein Gilsin will be here?” [ANNETTE]: “How am I supposed to know? All I know is that there’s something fishy about this party and I want to find out what it is before the ‘Lion’ and the… Brrr… The ‘Doctor’ does. The host of this shindig paid a lot to have his ad in all our papers and I want to know what’s going on…” Sean Shelby wasn’t listening to the small piping of his superior. Instead, he swiped a cupcake from the “relatively unhealthy side” of the refreshments and munched away in what could be considered thought. He really did change his ways after meeting Gilsin and although his opinion towards Richard Maxwell of the Predator didn’t change, it was better than nothing. Meanwhile…Valencia was pulling lake weed out of her hair and costume when John arrived with food. She didn’t know whether he was silently taunting her with a plate of edible goods or if he was offering her a bite or two. All she knew was that a hungry person had no taboos or manners and she was about to ninja-wraith-swipe at his food until several things caught her attention. Valencia looked up like an animal interrupted after hearing an M&M get flung aside (and mentally wanted to tackle/eat the giant M&M). She could’ve sworn that the voice attacking the chocolate candy was extremely familiar, but before she could investigate, Victor approached. Her arm darted out to nab something off of John’s plate and she popped it into her mouth to chew ravenously. She was by no means ladylike in doing this. FOOOOOOODDD… SUSTENAAAAANCE… NOURISHMENT……Then, the more polite side of her brain kicked in and she looked up at Victor and Alasdair. She recalled Victor from a meeting at the gym and Alasdair from a high-flying adventure. She regarded them both with a nod, then swiped another piece of food from John’s plate. “Good evening, Alasdair. And…” She tilted her head towards Victor to indicate that she was addressing him, since there weren’t exactly any formal introductions between them. “I have to admit, I was a bit dubious about the invitation, but quite frankly… I think I’ll dwell over it… Once I have a full stomach.” If Valencia had to be based off of one of the seven deadly sins, she was Gluttony whether she liked it or not. She swiped two more things off of John’s plate and although she didn’t want to be rude by continuing to ignore him, but priorities were priorities. Food, then etiquette. What a wonky, morphing set of priorities. Then, a coat was thrown over her before she knew it and her gaze flicked over to yet another face, Li. She planned to thank the Legion member later... After food. As for Zerreth planning to lead Victor away, she didn't really notice as much while swiping more goodies off of John's plate.
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Post by victor on Oct 25, 2007 3:37:12 GMT 1
Some others approached, one of which was the Goliath figure of Alasdair Waldgrave. He remembered briefly running into Alasdair in the culinary lab and had found him to be an agreeable fellow. Alasdair seemed to be dressed as a traditional Scotsman of some kind. He looked like something out of the movie Braveheart, a good movie.
"Long time no see, Alasdair." Victor said. "Been awhile since I've seen you. I believe I last saw you in the culinary lab?"
Victor had to admire the kilt Alasdair wore. He was willing to bet anything from dollars to donuts that at least ONE person had called him a girl or something because of this. Jeez, Americans could be so ignorant sometimes. Whatever happened to multiculturalism? Well, Victor knew a kilt when he saw one.
But enough about that.
“Good evening, Alasdair. And…”
"Name's Victor." he said politely to the girl. He would have added they had met before, but decided against it. The girl didn't look like the kind of person who suffered small talk from people she didn't know on a personal level. So he just left it at that.
Victor noticed that the girl was eating the food she was offered ravenously, as if she hadn't eaten in days. How much had she eaten today? Had she eaten at all? It wasn't any of his business, but Victor, despite suffering from mental and emotional problems, was not incapable of kindness. His time with Sedrix West had taught him that.
He went back to the couch he had been sitting at and got his plate. He went back into the ballroom and refilled his plate with food (a sign stated the guests had permission to re-use their plates if they wished), then got a separate plate and filled it with various assorted food, some healthy, some junk, and came back into the parlor.
Victor set his own plate-the first one-at the foot of the couch. He then went back to the girl and offered her the plate of assorted foods he had picked out. In a short period of time she had eaten most of what was on the first plate.
"Forgive me for sounding intrusive," Victor said, "but what would your name be?"
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Post by John Ong on Oct 25, 2007 4:40:52 GMT 1
John's eye brow twitched as the plate he offered was being eaten from... while he held it... Damn, thta meant he had to stand there, but at least he got to do his job by listening in. Hircine students where.... Odd? Well John couldn't really say that considering the way 259 students where, so he figured it would be more correct to say they where different. They each seemed to have their own established persona, he picked out names and tried to match them to faces best he could considering masks, and make up. Costumes dont make things easy people.
But a new plate arrived to save his now tired arm from holding the plate, so he decided to eat some of what was left on the plate he made. He was not at all angry about victor putting things on the plate earlier, as he was only doing it to try and get her to help him steal the T.V. But at least there was one less starving person in the world.
"Tch."
John couldn't help himself, a small noise like that, offended by the idea he was doing anything other than something to help himself. John reached into his pocket for some pills he had, turning to the side while they conversed, he stayed unnoticed, well at least he believed as he wasn't spoken to. He would pop one pill drink some of the punch out of the cup on his plate. He would take a second then turn back, listening in more. John would have to wait to come out with his proposel of stealing the Plasma T.V.
The William Wallace guy seemed... Entertaining, the Victor guy... John couldn't place him yet, not enough to go off of. He purposefully ignored the question from Victor which was aimed for both of them, because someone else jumped in and stole the attention, which was like saving John's life. Of course he probably would of pissed someone off with his answer, silence right now was key.
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Post by alasdair on Oct 25, 2007 4:49:05 GMT 1
Alasdair made the mental note of the guys who where getting nearer, they weren't a threat yet they seemed to be wanting get Valencia alone, wow, this women was really something, the more time he spent time with her the more he was being cautivated by her, really she was full of suprises. Yet Alasdair wasn't stupid in fact if the situation required his inmediate evacuation he will do it yet for now he saw no reason to leave the girl alone, as he looked at Victor before he left "Aye, remember quite well, ah never gotta da chance to thank ye, learned quite a few things da' day." as he left probably to get something.
As his eyes turned to Valencia "Mind iff a join ye Miss..." he said seriously, as awaiting for an answer he took a sip of his refresment and took some food of a passing helper of the party and began to eat it slowly, as he awaited an answer his eyes began to scan the party for the nurse of the hospital probably she wasn't around here yet who know she seemed quite happy to know that Alasdair will be attending.
While things happened Alasdair was having a bad time, after all he had his internal air conditioner up his arse, yeah a kilt thought it was kind of warmy when their was wind well ehhehe, things could get funny around here not to mention he could actually do the so famous scene of Braveheart of showing his ass off yet he was not that kind of guy in other words back to reality, as he looked at Valencia once again "How's da food?" he asked plainly.
For las it was the other guy John Ong, he seemed like him and he was being quite serious and it seemed he didn't knew anyone or to simply put it he had just been here just to get info just like himself, he was a loner as he was, he hopped he learned fast as he did of things around here "Alasdair Sir..." he said motioning a hand to the ladd.
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Post by Tiao Lei Shen on Oct 25, 2007 6:31:08 GMT 1
As with Valencia to gluttony, Tiao was easily most related to the sin of wrath. He took a moment to remove the swords on his back, placing them at his side as he slouched down in the chair for a better brooding position. In the few seconds it took him to remove the weapons, a number more of men made their way towards Valencia. Tiao narrowed his eyes, wanting to yell out of frustration as his body became tense.
It's not like Val's the only girl here! Why is everyone fixated on her? ...Okay, the why is easy, but...
"Argh!" Tiao bursted out from behind his mask, kicking his leg out as someone walked by, causing them to fall forward as Tiao grasped the collar of Dracula with his better arm. Pulling him forward, the Blue Spirit was face to face with the Prince of Darkness, barking orders at him. "You! Tell those men to get away from her!"
"What the- why the hell should I!?"
After the initial shock of someone randomly tripping him, Dracula became angry himself. Tiao's recovering arm went to his mask, pulling it back up off his face as his other hand readjusted to a choke around the vampire's throat.
"Because I said so! Now do as I say!"
Dracula gulped and nodded, slipping away as Tiao loosened his grip. The student made servant moved his hand to his neck, rubbing where it was sore as he reluctantly made his way across the room. It was one thing to stand up to a bully, but it was another when it was Tiao. Injured or not, that pillar scared the shit out out of him.
"H-hey..." Dracula started, pushing his way to the middle of the crowd. "You guys might want to vamoose. You're pissing off scarface over there." Dracula nodded back towards Tiao, avoiding looking at him as best he could. With that accomplished, Dracula moved to one of the back rooms, distancing himself as best as he could.
Meanwhile, Tiao narrowed his eyes on the group. "Hmph." He exhaled once again, pulling his arms back to his chest as he turned his head to the side, where he would be watching with his peripheals.
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Post by rougestar21 on Oct 25, 2007 16:56:32 GMT 1
Interessante...
Jonas looked around in his Italian suit, smiling at what seemed to be going on; apparently this girl everyone referred to as Valencia seemed to garner attention, along with her entourage; personally, Jonas was not about to care about any pretty face in a drenched wraith costume, at least untill she started eating. Apparently, she knew what she wanted, and did not seem to care what she looked like. Now that's somthing I can appreciate in a woman; awesome.
Jonas turned the toothpick in his mouth as he scanned the scene. However, the minute Jonas turned his head, he saw a beast of a man, about as tall as he was, but definitely more conditioned, looking like Zuko from Avatar, a show Jonas watched occasionally. Suddenly, a thought rose up in his head...
A few weeks ago, just after the meeting with Revelation... (See Phase Two in The Streets for some continuity)
Jonas walked through the door of his dorm after the meeting and immediately pulled out a school yearbook and put it on his desk, making sure to stay quiet as Bear slept. I don't even have a clue who this Tiao Lei Shen guy is, and we're supposed to talk to him; It would help Conner and myself if I could at least find him in a crowd. Jonas thought as he searched the pictures. Finally, he found him. Jonas wasn't terribly impressed; this guy didn't look intimidating in the photo, nothing like Fletcher or Kyosuke, who both towered over him. Jonas actually re-checked the name, making sure he had the right guy. I hope Conner and Seth are sure about this...
Present day Jonas could now see where he had been wrong; this guy was built like a damned tank. Suddenly, the stories about him taking down a Watcher by himself didn't seem so far-fetched anymore. Jonas considered approaching him, but immediately stopped himself; Bruce would probably have better luck talking to him anyway, and Jonas was only here to promote the sophisticated facade of the gang.
Besides, Jonas did have a nasty little habit of getting himself outnumbered and overpowered in these situations, and Tiao didn't seem like he would hesitate to throw punches, especially because he forced a student to clear away from Valencia. Jonas smiled a little as he turned away and walked.
Just like NYC, but with better fighers...
Jonas slowly sauntered his way to the TV room and gently sat himself down on a couch, still wondering where the Jay Gatsby of the evening, Mr. J. Joaquin, would show, or, more importantly, where was the Daisy he was trying to impress? However, that was about as far as Jonas felt like thinking tonight. Jonas searched around for a remote, only to have it elude him yet again. Looking around, Jonas found one other person in the room, Frankenstein or somthing, and piped up his voice, emphasizing his Italian accent a little more than normal, and making an effort to be polite. "Hey my brother, do you know where the clicker is?"
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Post by victor on Oct 25, 2007 19:48:21 GMT 1
OOC: Jonas, it seems our fight in the street has been postponed and is unlikely to continue, so let's just consider this our first meeting, okay? ;D
As he waited for the girl to give her name, Victor heard commotion in the hallway.
"You! Tell those men to get away from her!"
"What the- why the hell should I!?"
"Because I said so! Now do as I say!"
The last line was spoken in an enraged snarl that would have made Satan himself shiver. Victor turned around slightly and saw the young man with the twin broadswords rip off his mask as he held a kid in a Dracula costume in a choke hold. The face was that of a young Chinese man whose expression was one of maniacal wrath. Victor realized that if ol' Drac' did not do as the young man said, he would not just get the shit beaten out of him. He would be killed.
Victor shrugged and turned back to the girl, holding out the plate of food for her. He had seen plenty of shit like this before. It was nothing new to him, so there was no reason for him to be alarmed. Still, even the worst students rarely got THAT angry. Was this guy her boyfriend or something? He didn't seem like it. The girl was good looking, but Victor didn't have a crush on her. He just liked making friendly conversation and this was a party. Everyone should be allowed to talk to everyone.
Dracula suddenly came toward them. The count was trembling and no longer looking like the intimidating legend he was said to be. It didn't look like it would take holy water or a cross to exorcise him. Now it looked like you could just blow on him and he would crumble into dust.
"You guys might want to vamoose. You're pissing off scarface over there."
Victor nodded, but it was a sarcastic nod. He did not want to start trouble-not at a party hosted by a kind gentleman-but he was not going to be intimidated by somebody, even if that somebody was an expert combatant. And with that, Dracula left, a look of humility on his face.
Another figure joined Frankenstein's monster, the wraith, William Wallace AKA Alasdair Waldgrave, and himself. A young man who was dressed in the finest looking suit and shoes Victor had ever seen and had his hair greased back like a stereotypical mobster. God damn, he looked classy.
"The clicker is right here man." Victor called, turning to one side. He picked it up from a side table with his free hand for the well dressed guest to see. "Nice costume by the way!"
As he turned to the side, Victor looked slightly into the hallway and shot a very brief-but noticeable-nasty smirk at whoever had sent Dracula to deliver the message. It was only there for a second, but the Chinese man would see it. With that, he turned back to the girl and continued holding out the plate of food for her.
The message from that smirk was simple: "This is a party, man. Everyone is free to talk to everyone. If you want to talk to someone, join in, don't force us away. If you can't deal with it, then screw you. I'm not afraid of you."
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Post by Odin Reeves on Oct 25, 2007 20:50:49 GMT 1
Slipping past the front door Odin felt he had gotten most of the stares from those in the streets. In a party filled with other costume clad guests he’d fit right in. Though, the empty hallway before the main rooms gave the feeling of individualism as his boots tapped firmly against the tile floor, making each and every step echo as he neared the parlor. Unknown to most, except his family, Odin loved Halloween. He was able to relive his childhood, a childhood that wasn’t associated with boxing or training. He could bring memories of the comics that he read and the TV shows that he watched. Everything was perfect come Halloween. Walking into parlor Odin displayed his costume with some pride. Not only had it taken a good some out of his savings, but also he constructed some of it himself. His sewing skills had improved over the last few years, made noticeable by the small metal X with a circle surrounding it held firmly against the black headband. His hair was parted and hanging down, leading to the red eyes of the X-men known as Gambit. Or at least that’s what he was going for. The contacts were the hardest thing to find, but in the end it was all worth it. Underneath his heavy brown leather trench coat he wore – surprise, surprise – more leather! The altered black leather vest was very close to form fitting, and with only a muscle shirt underneath it definitely gave off a look of his physique, like you always see in X-men. Readjusting his fingerless gloves – the ones that he wore when he rode his fathers Harley – he moved further into parlor. The metal plating leading up both shins was slightly annoying, but only because he needed to adjust the straps so they weren’t moving quite as much. He looked around for a place to sit, noticing a few vacant chairs across the way, but a relatively closer couch just a bit to the side. The funny thing he noticed about the couch was the large group of guys standing around a single girl, not even bothering to take a few steps back and around the table to sit down. ‘Eh, makes things easier for me.’ Walking toward the free couch he didn’t really try to see past the wall of flesh encompassing the girl – who’s identity was still unknown simply because he couldn’t see her. Sitting down in the middle, roughly straight across from her he leaned over and began to adjust the straps to his shin guards, tightening them thoroughly adjusting the straps so that they’d stay put. As he was working on his second leg he looked up, finally able to get a slight visual of the women surrounded by a slowly growing group. Why, she was none other then Valencia, a friend from his perspective, though someone he hadn’t seen in awhile. Undaunted by his appearance – or rather remembering he was wearing it, he piped up without interest in the groups topic of choice. “Hey Valencia, you look cold. Need a towel, or second coat?”
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