LOCATIONS

[farrowday]

(placeholder-- will have toplevels for common locations, players welcome to add their own for private spots like dorms)

Comments

[paraesthesia]

[At first she jerks, both wary and pissed because if one of those things catches her hair then there's going to be hell to pay. She might look like the end of a broomstick on good days, but her hair's her baby and she'll still kick your ass for messing with it. It's just about the only way she can express how much she fucking hates her parents - by denying the heritage of their trademark auburn hair.

She practically snarls when she turns to look behind her shoulder.]

Do you want me to crack your skull open with my mind? 'Cause I'll do it.

[ex_outofcontrol435]

No, but I like that it's where you went first. [He appears from behind the tree, pulling any lingering flames into his palm and snuffing them out, then snapping his lighter shut.] Right for death threats. Pretty sexy.

[paraesthesia]

There'll be nothing sexy about you crying with snot and drool all over your face, asshole.

[bleugh.]

[ex_outofcontrol435]

Shit. You are aggressive. [And it's not helping her case at all. He quite enjoys it.] Is murder always your first option, or am I just that special?

[paraesthesia]

You'll fucking wish it was murder.

[Creepy much. Granted there would be no actual skulls cracking, just the very pointed sensation of one. Hence the tears, drool and snot, and the absence of blood and brains.]

Don't you have anything else to set on fire, Adele?

[ex_outofcontrol435]

So torture. [His eyebrows shoot up.] Should've figured a girl wouldn't want it without some foreplay.

[He can't help himself. He put on the little show because she caught his eye, and now she's just endlessly fascinating.]

I could. While we're trading compliments, I bet your hair'd go up like a bale of hay. But now I'm curious: why all the threats? You know they just make you look threatened, right.

[paraesthesia]

Oh my God.

[Crank it up a notch and you might sound like you've been jacking off behind that tree, stalker.]

Why all the flowers? They make you look desperate. Or just ten years old.

[ex_outofcontrol435]

Target practice. They're deadly on my allergies.

[No allergies, of course.]

This is a fun game. My turn: answering a question with a question makes you look like you're hiding the real answer. Or like mine was right.

[paraesthesia]

Or like you wouldn't give a flying fuck either way.

[how's that.]

[ex_outofcontrol435]

Wouldn't I? That's the most interesting reaction I've gotten to anything I've done in a long time. You're a bitch, but you're sure as hell not boring.

[And somehow, bitch doesn't even sound like the insult it probably should.]

[paraesthesia]

Says the dickhead setting the garden on fire. That serial rapist vampire kid planted those, you know. He's gonna have your ass for that. And I mean literally.

[Did you call her interesting tho]

[ex_outofcontrol435]

Serial rapist vampire?! [Oh god, he's laughing forever. He can't begin to imagine who that could possibly be, and doesn't care in the slightest.] Okay, new game, just describe everyone you've met here so far. Not even for me to guess, just because that's fucking hilarious.

[paraesthesia]

[She's not quite glaring at him. Just wondering what he's smoking.]

Five bucks.

[ex_outofcontrol435]

[And his laughter dries up.]

For...?

[paraesthesia]

Each description.

[looks so serious right now.]

[ex_outofcontrol435]

So you charge for your company?

[HE'S JUST SAYING.]

[paraesthesia]

No, but if you're gonna pretend to be my fucking boss you might as well pay for it.

[ex_outofcontrol435]

Oh. You wanna be asked.

[Mockery is dripping from his tone.]

What a way to treat an obvious lady. Alright, please, will you do me the pleasure of sharing your opinions on the rest of the school?

[paraesthesia]

[And her face creaks into a smile. It really shouldn't suit her, seeing as she's a piece of shit 105% of the time, but Jewell really does have a pretty smile.]

Since you asked me so nicely.

Pick someone.

[ex_outofcontrol435]

[She does, actually. It takes him by surprise. When he smiles back, it's lacking in some of the sharp edges of his earlier ones.]

Obvious first choice. The Professor.

[paraesthesia]

Queen's pompous sack of shit on wheels.

[ex_outofcontrol435]

[And he launches into another gale of laughter. Beautiful.]

That's cheating. Pretty sure that's his actual title.

[paraesthesia]

Yeah, well, guess who he took it from.

[ex_outofcontrol435]

Alright, Harry Osborn.

[He takes a seat on the bench beside her, then glances over with a little grin.]

Please. And thank you.

[paraesthesia]

[Harry Osborn. He's still new, so that's a challenge.]

Five-hundred dollar bowl-cut crackwhore.

[Or not.]