Monsterhearts Season 1, Episode 1, Scene 1
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				Title: <strong>Monsterhearts Season 1, Episode 1, Scene 1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>writersmelody</strong> on <strong>20-04-2013, 08:22:29</strong>
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				Even though winter's chill hadn't lifted from the town yet, the classroom, as always, was stuffy. It was located in the building in a windowless room with inadequate ventilation. On the one hand, they had to be there twice a day. On the other hand, they didn't have to be there for very long. Their teacher at least wasn't a total loss for a few different reasons.<br><br>Miss George was easy on the eyes, a cute thing who looked like she couldn't be more than a few years out of college. The woman was also easy to distract, easy to read, and easy to play. Her homeroom class tended to be more about socializing than academics on most days. Other days she would give them random projects of her own. Today was one of those days.<br><br>"Today I want you all to partner up with someone and discuss the next five years. Where do you see the world? Where do you see yourself in five years? Where would you like to be? What did you picture for today five years ago? There's going to have to be one group of three. So... partner up!" Miss George moved back to her desk and beamed at the class. She didn't seem to notice when Benjamin stood up and walked out of class, no teacher ever seemed to. <br><br>OOC: Below are some things that are going on aside from the scramble to partner up with people, I am working on a classroom layout. If someone wants to come up with something for Nikki, feel free! :<br><br><em>Percy</em>, someone just passed you a note.&nbsp; What does it say? Any indication of who is it from?<br><br><em>Morgan</em>, Harvey Deebleman is making a beeline for you, clearly hoping to end up as your partner. What do you do?<br><br><em>Silas</em>, Nancy Simmons&nbsp; is showing something on her phone to the person next to her. What is it?<br><br><em>Max</em>, something falls out of Benjamin's backpack as he starts to leave class. What is it?<br><br><em>Ryder</em>, the guy who sits diagonally from you keeps glaring back at you. What did you do to upset him?<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Monsterhearts Season 1, Episode 1, Scene 1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cold Heritage</strong> on <strong>22-04-2013, 03:09:22</strong>
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				As Silas glared into space ahead of him, he tried to filter out how Nancy Simmons was going on about an image of her prom dress. Nancy was displaying it on her phone to whoever it was that was next to her, and Silas tried but he could not make her voice disappear and then, all too easily, an image formed in his head where he was biting her fingers off one by one and eating them like chicken wings to get her to just shut the fuck up about the stitching and the colour and how it was totally going to make Stacey Swansson jealous. <br><br>Silas exhaled slowly and thought about killing himself. It would not last, but, at least, the remains of the day would be gone by the time he returned to the waking world. As always, no evidence of a kind and just divine creator appeared in the form of a bullet to the face. Slowly and stiffly, Silas got up, grabbed the back of his chair, and dragged it along beside him as he walked to Nicolette's desk. He ambled along to her desk, parked his chair, and sat down. The living dead boy looked at Nicolette with a grave expression. "She's a monster, Nicocoa," Silas said in a dull whisper, leaning forward, drawing out the 's' in monster, "save us from her." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Monsterhearts Season 1, Episode 1, Scene 1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ebb</strong> on <strong>22-04-2013, 19:05:52</strong>
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				Percy slouched back in his seat and unfolded the sheet of looseleaf paper from its tight triangle shape. It had come from somewhere on the right side of the classroom, but beyond that the sender was unclear. The handwriting, if you could call it that, was masculine, in block letters. One word: 'PANSY'. He carefully folded the note back into shape, tucking the last flap under, and then slipped it into the inner pocket of his vest.<br><br>Well, to be fair, he was wearing a vest over a T-shirt in the middle of winter. He supposed that counted as making himself a target. The insult didn't hurt, much, and in fact helped him come to a decision. Boys would be boys. And men would be men.<br><br>Percy rose from his seat and sauntered to the front of the class, drawing the attention of Miss George and some of the other students. As he approached the desk he looked up at her shyly through his long lashes. Aggressive movement and a shy expression had always been a winning combo for him in the past. Something about it tended to confuse people just enough. "Miss George? Instead of having an uneven group, could you maybe partner up with me? I'm sure the class would like to hear your answers too." He stopped just short of digging the toe of his leather boot into the imaginary dirt on the ground. Have to hold something in reserve, after all.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Manipulate an NPC</div><div class="spoiler_body">At 2013-04-22 12:02:41, Percy (uid: 9370) rolls: 2d6 Result: 7 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=45899)<br>+2 Hot = 9<br></div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Monsterhearts Season 1, Episode 1, Scene 1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>writersmelody</strong> on <strong>22-04-2013, 21:30:04</strong>
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				A few of the other students watched Percy as he approached the teacher. Silence fell from those closest as they waited to see how Miss George would respond to the offer. She frowned and sat back in chair. "This exercise is really intended to help you get to know your classmates better," she said. The frown wasn't necessarily disapproving, more considerate. It gave her a more serious look than she normally had, that was for sure.<br><br>"All right. But I'd like to see a written report from you, two to three pages, about your answers on my desk tomorrow morning." The rest of the class only needed to discuss it. And with Miss George busy with Percy, if they looked like they were having a serious discussion they could get away with pretty much anything. "How does that sound? Fair?" She was curious about why he didn't want to talk to any of his classmates. He was hard to say no to though.<br><br>***<br><br>Nicolette hated homeroom. The only good parts about it were Silas and Ryder. Misery loves company, wasn't that the saying? She just found it so pointless. Especially exercises like these. How the hell was she supposed to know out of the next five years if there was a good chance she wouldn't even make it to graduation?! She scowled, daring any of her classmates to approach. Let them come to her if they were brave enough.<br><br>Her scowl vanished when Silas pulled up his chair to her desk. She smiled at him. This wasn't going to be so bad. She wouldn't need to bullshit as much with him. The mention of monsters made her roll her eyes good-naturedly. "You must have a pretty loose definition of 'monster,'" she said. The darkskinned girl leaned back in her seat.<br><br>"Do you really want to talk about the next five years?" she asked, slight wheedling in her tone.&nbsp; The future was a bit of a sore subject for her. As long as they kept their voices low and appeared to be talking intently, she doubted they actually had to do anything except kill time until class ended. Percy had done them all a favor by being bold enough to ask the teacher to partner up with him. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Monsterhearts Season 1, Episode 1, Scene 1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malrunar</strong> on <strong>25-04-2013, 09:01:37</strong>
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				Ryder drummed her nails on the pressboard desk she sat behind, supporting her chin with her opposite hand. A look of simple amusement crossed her features while she watched Percy rise from his chair and make the approach. Not so secretly she was rooting for the guy, if only to remove the smug look off of DJ’s face. It was difficult to miss his quickly scribbled note being folded and passed off to their classmate; a rather rude comment that made Ryder think it was little more than jealousy that inspired it. But, bullies were bullies; they made her skin crawl and that particular ‘alpha’ buried deep within her bones to clench its jaw with anger.<br><br>So while Percy distracted Miss George with his questions, and the shuffle of those anxious few echoed in the classroom, the werewolf placed one well-aimed kick to the back of DJ’s chair to show her disapproval and to get his attention. His glare was met with a wide smile that flashed her white teeth, only encouraging her to lean forward and add her two cents on the situation. “Perhaps you should watch; take notes. Learn a few things? Or is he more your type?”<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">I think I understand this dice thing. It's 2d6 right?<br><br>Yggdrasil (uid: 4492) rolls: 2d6 Result: 9 +0&nbsp; This is also a highlighted stat, so I don't know if I have to do anything else with it.&nbsp; </div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Monsterhearts Season 1, Episode 1, Scene 1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>writersmelody</strong> on <strong>24-06-2013, 05:52:00</strong>
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				DJ's glare only grew more intense. There was a curious shift in his scent. Shame? Fear? Surprise? A mixture of all of it? A few students nearby had turned to watch them. The area around Ryder and DJ was noticeably quieter than the rest of the room. "Why don't you mind your own damned business?" he said. "If anyone should be taking notes, it's you." He turned away from Ryder to the person he'd partnered up with. The students around DJ looked at Ryder, a couple of them muttering to each other.<br><br>OOC: Did we decide on Conditions yet?
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				Title: <strong>Re: Monsterhearts Season 1, Episode 1, Scene 1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RSGAlex</strong> on <strong>24-06-2013, 06:47:49</strong>
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				Max goes to sharpen a pencil. Not really, because his true aim is to try and get a better look at that photo that fell out of Benjamin's backpack, but it wasn't like the spoiled boy had the decency to drop it near anybody. If he had then Max would have just gone over to...<br><br>oh, dear. Well, somebody else stepped on it now, and there it went. Perhaps later, if it was still there. (Or if he was wrong and it was still there.)<br><br>And if she hadn't picked out a partner by the time he was done, Max was going to head Ryder-wards. There were theories that needed validation. If not, oh well. There was . . . ah, Miss Schultz. A good choice as to indirect - who was he kidding. He just didn't know what was going on there, and wanted to know.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Monsterhearts Season 1, Episode 1, Scene 1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cold Heritage</strong> on <strong>25-06-2013, 00:39:55</strong>
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				Silas offered an apathetic shrug. "Mankind is the real monster." He offered. "I read it in . . . uh . . ." The gaunt, sallow-faced youth trailed off. He shrugged again. It did not matter which assigned reading he had read that factoid in. And while the pair of them were singularly equipped to debate the veracity of that statement, Silas was disinclined to push the matter. He rested his elbows on the dark-skinned young woman's desk and leaned in to rest his head in his palms. <br><br>"No." He said at least. "I don't." Silas inhaled a slow breath, and let it out equally slowly, as if breathing was simply too onerous. "But <em>what</em> will we talk about? We <em>do</em> need to maintain appearances." He looked to Nicolette, and then to the surface of her desk. The desk had no answers for Silas. "Unless you want to do me a solid and snap my neck so I can go home." Silas looked up with what he wanted to be pleading, puppy-dog eyes but the result was probably more akin to a Kubrick stare.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Monsterhearts Season 1, Episode 1, Scene 1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>writersmelody</strong> on <strong>16-10-2013, 04:57:34</strong>
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				Nicolette's face seemed to get a bit hard when he said "Mankind is the real monster." He was right and she was proof of it. Some of the things she went after had a shorter "rap sheet" than she did by this point. Did it make it better or worse that Ryder and Silas were along for the ride? It didn't matter. What did was the fact that they were there and she was happy to have them.<br><br>She grinned at Silas when he suggested snapping his neck. Nicolette leaned close, her eyes meeting his. "I ain't done with you yet," she said softly, a wicked gleam in her eyes. She held his gaze for a moment before leaning back, idly glancing around the rest of the classroom for a moment, her eyes resting on Max for just a bit, before she redirected her gaze to Silas. "One of us could feign sickness," she mused aloud. None of this was really going to matter for her. There were much better things she could be doing with her time. <br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">All right, that's a soft hit on a Turn Someone On roll. Which means you can give Nicolette a String, give yourself to her, or promise something you think she wants.<br><br>Roll Result: writersmelody rolled: 2d6, adding 1to the total<br>Comment: Turn Someone On- Silas<br>Result: 2, 4, <br><strong>Total: 7</strong><br>&nbsp;</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Monsterhearts Season 1, Episode 1, Scene 1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cold Heritage</strong> on <strong>16-10-2013, 05:37:05</strong>
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				Silas thought about clarifying that he had meant his comment to be one of levity when he saw Nicolette's face grow hard, but he could not muster the wherewithal to do so. It was just too much effort, and Nicolette's life was just too short for pedantic nit-picking. For all Silas knew he was now immortal. Functionally immortal, anyway. Then there she was, all soft words and wicked gleam in her eyes. If Silas was not a living dead boy he probably would make a fool of himself, constantly, trying to get into her pants. Even still, he felt a stirring in his pants that was . . . unpleasant . . . in the context of . . . not getting those urges anymore. He shifted uncomfortably, uncomfortable at having an erection. <br><br>It was too much effort being aroused.<br><br>"Sure." Silas said, the word drawling out from between his pale lips. He sat immobile for a few moments, and then he got up and walked with an extra stiff gait to the teacher's desk. The undead boy ignored Percy's presence. Not out of spite or malice, but because it was more effort than he wanted to expend to react to the other boy's presence. <br><br>"Miss George," Silas began, "I believe I'm suffering from Priapism. Can Nicolette take me to the hospital?" He said unashamedly. It might have been bold, but, as with all things Silas, the boy did not go the extra length to speak in more than a deadpan.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">Nicolette may have a String on Silas.<br><br>Gonna fail so hard at Manipulating An NPC. And . . . I do! <br>Roll Result: Cold Heritage rolled: 2d6, adding -1to the total<br>Comment:<br>Result: 1, 5,<br>Total: 5</div></div>
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