BtVS: Alternate Lives

Who: Kat OT Any peeps in and around Regan High
Where: Field next to Regan High's Gymnasium
When: Wednesday afternoon, lunch (December 9)


It was getting a little chillier during the days, but the sun was still out and shining brightly in the clear, blue sky. Kat had decided to skip lunch – not the meal, just the half hour socializing period – and was currently standing alone in the middle of the field next to the gym. Rumor had it, it was set to be cleared out and turned into the new baseball diamond, complete with new bleachers, announcer's booth, scoreboards, and concession stand. For now, it was just the place where the stoners and alkies went to get wasted, because it wasn't often patrolled by the teachers or office administrators.

Pulling her sweater over her head, she folded it and dropped it on top of her booksack, ignoring the outburst of laughter and whistles the came from the delinquents sitting in the shade of the gym as she straightened out the tank top she'd worn beneath. Running her fingers through her hair, she gathered the long, dark strands into a high ponytail and then did a few stretches to warm her muscles up and loosen her joints.

With a running start, she launched her body into a gymnastics tumbling pass: front handspring, double front tuck, into a roundoff, whip back, triple full twist. She made it look effortless, flipping and spinning through the air at the end before she landed on both feet…and stuck it. With a cocky little grin, she brushed her hands off on the back of her jeans. Yeah…she still had it. This was her thing, though. This was what she was good at. The petite Slayer paused only long enough to tighten her ponytail and then ran into another roundoff and a series of back handsprings that brought her back to her starting point.

She had to keep active. Training with Harrison was helping – more than she probably wanted to admit – but what she had in athletic skill and strength, she needed to amplify with fighting technique. That was still her weak point, no matter how many books on strategy she read.

Breathing in slowly, she raised her arms over her head to stretch again, and then exhaled. Her speed was good, even for a Slayer, and this time she did a roundoff into a side flip, landing it and transitioning smoothly into a roundhouse kick. Her movements were tighter, more controlled, and as soon as both feet were on the ground again, she twisted into a spinning whip kick, her momentum carrying such power that it would have been quite dangerous had anyone actually been standing in front of her.

Who: Jarrod and Kat (TBC)
Where: Avarice
When: Friday night (November 20)

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Who: Kat OT Jarrod
Where: Regan High
When: Wednesday afternoon

It was amazing how calm life could be if you let yourself just…disappear. Since the whole suspension thing, Kat had been doing her best to stay on the straight and narrow. There hadn't been any more locker incidents. No one's photos had accidentally ended up on the school paper. As far as she'd heard, Camille hadn't pulled a Carrie at the dance (although some people had said there might be some Invasion of the Body Snatchers voodoo going around). She'd caught up on all of her school work and, for a change of pace, she was actually keeping a little bit ahead in her classes. It was the kind of life most people could be really happy with. No drama.

Kat was bored to tears. She couldn't explain to her brother what was wrong. Her Watcher, well, she was starting to think he was just clueless when it came to teenage girls. And her friends? Sure, she'd made a couple, but it wasn't like she could be all, "Hi, I'm Kat and I kill monsters. Yay! Girl Power! Like Xena, without the horse and the lesbian overtones. Oh, and I'll probably die before I ever turn eighteen, but I still have to suffer through high school. Go me!" to just anyone.

So she kept to herself mostly. Like now. She still had twenty minutes before her lunch period was over and instead of crowding into the cafeteria or chilling with her BFFs at a table in the quad, she was sitting under a tree outside the library, skimming through yet another book of tactical maneuvers Harrison had loaned to her.

Who: Kat OT Any
Where: Chloe's Sugar Shack
When: Wednesday afternoon


Now that her suspension was over, Kat was trying her hardest to catch up on everything she'd missed. You never really realized how much material a teacher could cover in two weeks until you weren't around for two weeks. With her luck, she'd probably stay behind, especially given her attention span when it came to homework.

Trying to do it at the Sugar Shack didn't help, either. There were too many people around to watch, too many sounds, too much yummy stuff to distract her. She was already armed with a plate of cookies and a large Sugar Fairy Shooter, but every time someone walked by with something different, she had to make a mental note to try that next time.

Since she wasn't concentrating on her homework, she knew – logically – that she should probably be working out or something. Anything to do with training, but she was trying to keep cool around Harrison. Actually, truth was, she was still pissed off at the world about that. She hoped he knew it, too. Maybe he could play with his cards and figure it out.

With a disgruntled sigh, Kat sunk down deeper into her seat and tried to return her attention to her Geometry homework. Like she really cared how to figure out an arc segment area.

Who: Kat and Jason (But ATTN: All Regan High Students)
Where: Regan High
When: Friday morning (before school)


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Who: Camille OT Jason, Kat, and Cassie
Where: Regan High School Hallway
When: Afternoon, b/w sixth and seventh period

One of Camille's friends had downloaded their locker combinations from the school's computer. Cassie, Kat, and Jason. While she had to know where Cassie and Kat's lockers were, Camille knew Jason's locker by heart. This wasn't a matter of the heart, though. This was something else.

For Kat, Camille had actually went a little easy. Well, easy in her mind, anyway. Camille had only covered her stuff in shaving cream and threw some streamers in there as well. A mess, but not quite as malicious as what she did to the other two lockers.

In Cassie's locker, she had left a half-dissected squid. She couldn't get a hold of a fish on such short notice, so she raided the biology lab instead. She also knew that squid smelled extra bad because combining the formaldehyde with the natural smell of a squid was known to stink up the hallway for a month after the dissection day. Everyone knew that.

Her nastiest wrath was saved for Jason. She had covered both the inside and the outside of his locker with pictures of little girls. Between the ages of five and ten. Just stuff that had been clipped from magazines. However, they were glued in, so they wouldn't come off easily. She had also painted on the outside of his locker, "This is what turns Jason on," just to make sure that the message had gotten across.

She then blew off the rest of school. Some of her cronies would tell her how they reacted. They would be waiting somewhere around all three of the lockers, after all. It wasn't that she didn't want to see their reaction: she just needed to get to her hair appointment before cheerleading practice. Roots didn't touch up themselves, after all.

Who: Kat OT Regan High Students
Where: Regan High (quad)
When: Thursday afternoon (lunch; feel free to have different groups branch off doin' their own thing)


Kat had decided the best part of LA was the weather. The open quad in the middle of campus was a great place to get a little sun and while she wasn't exactly beach-ready in her denim skirt and double-layered camis, the warmth still felt good on her skin. She should probably worry about cancer, right, but she'd probably die way before it ever became an issue.

Sitting at one of the picnic tables set up outside for students to utilize during their breaks or during the communal grazing of the cows (aka: lunch), she leafed through the book Harrison had given her, reading whatever passages caught her eye, but mostly looking at the pictures. She jumped with a neon pink flier fell into her vision and turned around with a very 'WTF' expression.

The culprit, some blonde in a mini-dress and stiletto heels (who the hell wore that to school, anyway?!?...besides half the girls at Regan...) had already moved on to the next table.

Turning back to her book, she picked up the paper. MIDNIGHT MADNESS were the words in bold at the top. It was something about a beach bonfire party after the upcoming Back-to-School dance. Like she even planned to go to that. Crumpling the paper up, she tossed it to the middle of the table and went back to her reading.

Who: Kat and Harrison
Where: Kat's house
When: Wednesday afternoon

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Who: Kat OT All
Where: Avarice
When: Saturday night

So she'd made it an entire week in a new school, she'd had a run-in with the apparent leader of some group that called themselves "Watchers" – which was questionable, at best – and she'd possibly made a couple of new friends. Of course, 'friends' was a term she used loosely these days. It was hard to really connect to people when you couldn't explain what you were.

She'd left a note for her brother that she was going out and after wandering a few blocks, she'd been stopped by a car with a group of kids in it. Kat thought she recognized a couple of them from school, but she couldn't be positive. There were three guys and two girls and most of them looked older. How old, she couldn't say, but they definitely weren't sophomores. The guy driving had leaned across the guy in the passenger seat – and the girl in the middle – to ask if she was looking for something to do tonight. Most girls would have had the sense to walk away, but Kat wasn't most girls and…overall, this had been one of those times when it had come in handy.

With nothing better to do, she'd ducked into the back with the other guy and girl and the dude driving had sped off to wherever in the hell they'd been headed originally. Kat wasn't sure, because the first time the guy next to her had tried to slip his hand up the inside of her thigh, she'd punched him and that had sent the other girls screaming. Something about all the blood and a broken nose. All Kat knew was that she'd demanded to be let out of the car and once they'd sped off again, she realized…she had no idea where she was.

A few more blocks had led her to an all-ages club called Avarice, which was packed. Still, there was loud music and she'd managed to score a recently vacated table all to herself. It seemed a perfect place to chill before she'd inevitably have to suck it up and call her brother to come get her.

Who: Giles and Kat
Where: Giles's place
When: Late Thursday afternoon

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Who: Kat OT All
Where: Chloe's Sugar Shack
When: Thursday afternoon

What kind of evil could possibly possess anyone to hand out homework the first week of classes? It was sick and dirty and wrong and Kat was sitting in a booth at the Sugar Shack, books spread out before her, looking more than a little lost. If she applied herself, she could probably have been a bright girl. No, scratch that. She was a bright girl, but the areas in which she applied herself were somewhat less noble than the pursuit of higher education. She tapped her pencil against her notebook, thoroughly tired of staring at her Geometry book, even though she'd only finished the first two problems. And that had only taken her thirty minutes.

There were some other kids from Reagan High hanging out and though she recognized a few faces, she didn't go out of her way to be social. Chewing on the end of her thumb nail, she had to mentally kick herself to stop doing that and she reached over to break off a piece of the oversized chocolate chip cookie she'd bought. Not only did she have Geometry homework, but she also had English and History. It was like the trifecta of suckage and if she managed to get it all done, she might just be proud of herself. But…she wasn't banking on it.