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Hugo
The lights went out.
Pax shrunk away into the darkness. The cold air stopped blowing around them, and outraged voices outside told them the power completely let out.
“I wonder who did it…” Hugo whispered. “Come on, let’s get out of here.”
Okay he’s distracting em now. Ready to send out the twin squad.
Sebzter
The lost power left the classrooms in complete darkness.
Girls squealed. They spread their arms out, tripping over. The continuing dark was almost lucky, as more than one skirt flew up in a clumsy fall.
Unfortunately it wasn’t just lucky. When the power didn’t come back, several students decided to take advantage. After multiple missteps in front of a teacher with no retribution, what was there to expect?
Older kids tripped younger. They pushed each other against desks. Some went so far as to torture the phobia-ridden students, who sat huddled against the walls.
This went on for quite some time, before one of them noticed a small light bobbing nearby.
“Hey, shrimp cake! Hand it over!” The bully said greedily, grabbing.
“That’s a little rude of you.” Someone kicked where it hurt most.
At his yelp of pain, the hyenas were summoned. Guys and their corresponding valets pushed around for the attacker.
It took them even longer to realize a subtle lightness was in the air. A sugary, nauseous feeling, that made you want to zip and zap, laugh and laugh.
A white match flared under Sebastian’s chin, illuminating his demonic grin. “A little light-headed now, aren’t we?”
A bully laughed disdainfully and tried to grab him.
“It seems to me, us children are fraught with the zoomies today.” Seb adjusted his bow tie and held out his arms for a group hug. “Luckily, I have a treat special for you!”
The bullies circled and hemmed him in from all sides, hungry for a beating.
”I call this TuRninG ToOniSH.”
The gangster boy’s face changed. The light pressed against his eyelids burst into a thousand stars, as he stopped repressing the temptation. His cheeks ballooned, and his eyes lengthened into huge windows, overflowing with liquid light. He gave a head-splitting shriek.
Desks fell over. More bullies tried to grab him, while still more stumbled away with startled squeals. The sight was shock worthy, both for the viewers, and the boy, who saw much more than anyone else ever would.
Before the shock wore off, Seb skedaddled.
Down the hall they went, barreling into each other after him, more joining as they went. A full on chase. Like something seen in the cinema, clicking across the screen, dreamed into reality.
Sebastian knew their every move. He bounced happily here and there, kicking shins. Glee followed him, and somehow proceeded him.
It was a perfectly over-the-top distraction.
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Hey, did Chase invite Mars somewhere or… I can’t remember XDXD Speaking of, the child will not have a date at the rate we’re going, so I know at least one student will be stuffing chocolates in his mouth, in the corner alone.
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Yes, he was supposed to, but he’s still in detention. Fynn, Lukas, Chase, and Marcel were going to go out for a kind of guy only afternoon. Chase was thinking about it just cuz he wanted to see wat he should do with Sef, poor boi has never liked a girl before and doesn’t know how to react.
Also, i’m not sure how he’ll get the courage to ask everyone, especially Fynn, after the Callista thing…And he still blames himself for Marcel getting attacked because he thinks he said something wrong, and then he kinda feels even worse because he’s apologized twice, and Marcel hasn’t responded…Lukas is like the only guy that he doesn’t feel like he did something wrong to.
Idk what is wrong with him, but for whatever reason he blames himself for everything bad that happens to the people he makes connections with.
"You need French Toast."
#AnduthForever (hopefully 💕)Okay, I’m gonna rp him…
Chase
Alone in the classroom with the door blasted by the strange blonde boy. Looking up from his book as the lights went out, Chase glanced over to where Sef had been seated that morning. Emotions rose in his chest. He wanted her here, where he could protect her, like he promised. In the darknes,it could not be seen, but Chase’s eyes flashed a sweet blue as he stared at the area where sef had been,but suddenly they turned yellow, and finally were infused with white. He panicked. What if something was happening to her? And he was stuck here when he could be helping, fighting.
“S-Sorry, Mrs, Marh-Marh…” Marshall. He finished the word in his mind and got out of his seat, feeling in the dark, he found the basket with his phone and grabbed it. Turning it on and taking five minutes to figure out how the flashlight worked, Chase made his way into the halls. He had to find Sef.
Anyone may intercept Chase, he doesn’t have to find Sef, i just needed to get him out of detention.
"You need French Toast."
#AnduthForever (hopefully 💕)@people
Sorry, the creative writing department has just shut down in my brain without giving me any explanation. So I probably won’t be rping for a while until I get my energy back or whatever it is I need. 👍
🎵It takes a long time to wait 🌻
You do whatever you want. I don’t mind a slow pace, what with the end of the school year, and this roleplay is casual anyway! 😉
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Dante
Dante suppressed a yawn.
He had slept in late in the motel room after getting almost no sleep when he was outside the night before. He was exhausted from exploring, hunting pixies, and peer-pressured dance lessons. When he had finally woken up in the morning, he found Jr’s bed unsurprisingly empty.
Dante had left a sloppy note thanking Jr for paying for the room along with a bit of money from his stash. Then he left the motel, and his aimless wandering led him once again to the school.
Now he stood, looking at the steps leading up to the school’s entrance, considering. His instincts and recent experience told him that this place was a magnet for trouble. Dante trusted his instincts, and he thrived in trouble. Plus, there might be food inside. He was hungry again.
A few seconds later, he was climbing through a window in the side of the building. He decided it was better than walking in the front and possibly running into some security.
He fell the rest of the way inside, landing much louder than he intended. His pupil dilated, and his vision adjusted easily to the darkness. He heard voices and quickly scrambled into a hiding spot. The voices continued. They were all arguing about food and power outages and not enough time.
Dante didn’t pay attention. He was distracted by the food cart he had just hid behind. It was piled high with scones and cupcakes and all sorts of party pastries. His stomach growled. Today was his lucky day.
Just updating this guy so I know where he is. If someone wants to have their character discover him as he’s swiping food, you totally can. Or he can get away with his crimes in solitude. Whatever is fine with me 😛
🎵It takes a long time to wait 🌻
When Dante returns, he will most likely find Jr in the room trying to figure out how to read the note. Jr has a vast knowledge of languages, but this language he can only speak and understand, reading is basically impossible for him (he probably recognizes words here and there, but otherwise nothing)
I feel like Sebzter Gangster is gonna find Dante and convince him to join his and the twin’s mischief."You need French Toast."
#AnduthForever (hopefully 💕)@rae You got that right @loopylin
Sebzter
The best part about the whole thing was how, in utter confusion in the darkness, those in the halls joined the bullies in a tidal wave of people. They had no idea what the rush was about, but followed quickly.
The leaders, however, were perfectly aware of what was happening, insomuch as revenge was concerned. They careened around corners, yelling threats. The noise was catastrophically brilliant.
And guess who was in the front, approximately five feet away from the sharks?
Seb repeatedly tried to light a match, only to have it blown out in his haste. He rolled his eyes, pulled a homemade grenade from his pocket, and yeeted it over his shoulder.
Someone screamed, as globs of whipped cream exploded and coated them in confectionary joy.
Seb chuckled. He ducked under a table and came face to face with Dante.
The alien’s mischievous eye was barely visible in the dim light. He held up a scone and took a calm bite. “Hey.”“Hey.” Sebastian half-crawled, half-scrambled past him. “RUN!!”
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Apparently Dante is immune to my current writing block
Dante
Running was one of Dante’s best skills. He kept pace easily with Sebastian as excited children crashed through the kitchen after them. His jacket flew behind him. Pastries tumbled out of the pockets. He turned to look behind, running almost sideways now, and laughed.
“Impressive mob you got here, Tophat.”
They passed a stove, and Dante snatched up a simmering pot with his bare hands and tossed it clattering to the ground. Steam rose from the spreading puddle of stew on the floor. A couple students slipped and fell. The rest only slowed slightly to get around it.
“What’d you do? I should take notes.”
🎵It takes a long time to wait 🌻
Splendid *offers Dante a butterscotch scone in thanks*
Sebzter
“After a precursory kick of inappropriate nature, I made a face.” Seb yanked at his lower eyelids, and his squishy smile widened in the overwhelming white light emitting from his eyes. The rhythm was strong, and he held it back in order to talk sensibly. “Now they want to catch me! It wasn’t much of a prompt, but then again, have these bully children ever needed much of a prompt?”
Seb had never experienced oppression in school, nor would he ever, if life continued as it did. This didn’t even count – it was a fun chase scene, a mere distraction from the story!
But other students deserved avenging.
He scurried under another table, which Dante easily vaulted over, and threw back his wispy hair with a smirk. “If you’ll help me lock these pathetic excuses for gangsters in a classroom, we can… cue suggestive pause… try a few things.”
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Dante
“Alright. You’re the bait.” His reflective eye flashed for a moment in the dark, then he was gone.
The mob rushed past. As Dante hoped, they were more concerned with catching Sebastian, who was the original offender.
Seb raced ahead, then ran suddenly into an empty classroom. The people at the front of the crowd followed, then froze in confusion. The classroom was empty. Their prey was gone.
[Can Seb teleport out of there? You could also have him climb out the window or something]
Confused and angry shouts began to rise up as the rest of the students piled in. A few began to shove each other around.
Suddenly, there was a sharp whistle from behind. Many faces turned. For a second, a skinny figure was visible in the doorway, with a large glowing eye, a sharp grin, and a flicker of flame in his hand.
Then, the door slammed shut.
The moment of silence was broken, and a wave of people surged towards the door. One unfortunate boy reached for the metal handle, only to yank his hand back with a shriek of pain.
“It burned me!”
Dante chuckled to himself as he pushed a third desk against the door on the other side. Once he felt it was sufficiently barricaded, he swung himself up onto a desk and pulled out a slightly squashed blueberry scone. He ignored the muffled insults behind him as he munched.
🎵It takes a long time to wait 🌻
Sebzter
Inside the classroom, moments before being snatched, Seb’s inner dream shrieked for dominance. He turned around, and for a split second, he could see a complex diagram of his and the crowd’s movements, like shimmery white ghosts. With a tug of the plot strings, he yanked himself forward, and warped through the crowd. The door clicked closed, and the melody faded.
Dante scooted over. The two settled comfortably on the barricade.
“So we got back at these people. Is this it, then?” Dante brushed crumbs off his shirt.
“I loath to admit it, but I don’t have any further ideas. I considered bringing a flamethrower. Too messy.”
“…A little morally gray, too.”
“I wasn’t going to aim it at anybody! I was going to… like… look into the fire and feel happy,” the boy finished lamely.
“If you say so. In any case, they can stew in there for a while first.”
Seb eyed his new friend, and kicked his feet back and forth. “It’s nice to know I’m not the only pyromaniac.”
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Dante
“Only pyro in existence? Of course you’re not. If you were, it’d just be called Seb syndrome.”
“You know what I mean.”
“Yeah. I know what you mean.” Dante finished off his scone, then leaned back and stared at the ceiling.
“Ever wish you weren’t?”
🎵It takes a long time to wait 🌻
Dante deserves his own personal planet of cuteness
Sebzter
“Yes.” The boy stopped smiling.
“You obviously enjoy it, but -“
“Yeah, it’s warm and fuzzy, but it hurts. I can’t help myself, and my friends begin to wonder.” Seb blinked and tipped his hat over his eyes. “Am I a pyro for the sake of it? It is entertaining. But it has to mean something. Why do we have to be entertained in this specific, violent way?”
Dante grunted as if he understood, or at least sympathized.
“For me, fire means freedom from… actually, I’m not sure what. I can’t remember. Freedom from something.” Seb rubbed his forehead, the headache returned. “I can’t… but… Why do you wish things were different?”
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