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city_limits_npc (city_limits_npc) wrote in city_limits,
@ 2008-11-20 03:37:00

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avery adlam, bethany richards, darian, elfleda, faith lehane, hayden maragos, isabelle shaw, juliet winters, katherine williams, kathleen forbes, melinda berkeley, rebecca halston-burke, rhiannon lee, tobias bryson

Ferris Beuller's Day Out At The Breakfast Club Before Going Back To The Future - Morning Scene
Shopping malls... Famous for teenagers, purchasing power and meeting places for the dispossessed. Opening times had changed, a little, since the advent of a more supernatural demographic of potential customers, but the foundations of the principle remained essentially the same.

The foundations of this one particular building, however... For magic, those were malleable. Just as was its nature.

An informed observer might have taken note of the various television sets in shop windows. Perhaps the energy had somehow sensed the subject matter of what was being shown upon them or maybe it had detected what made up the more frequent visitors to the location. Then again, maybe there was no logic in it. What sightings of the portal had been known of, seemed to suggest it was random, without form, although not without function.

A function now unleashed in an unsensed, mass spilling of energy. Those affected, shifted instantaneously, as much in mentality as physiology; some becoming younger, others staying aged the same, but all changing somehow - just as their surroundings did. None, though, would question it. To them, it would seem as if that was simply how things had always been.

Welcome back to the 1980s and Water Tower High!

[Open to all relevant character in the corridors, before morning classes:]

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lady_elfleda
2008-11-19 10:40 pm UTC (link)

Behold, Elfleda... Leviathan's Bride, Corruptress and unholy-

"So, I'm like, God! You want me to do what? And he's, like, yeah! And I'm, like, nuh-uh! And he's all, oh, you so are! So, I'm, like, I so am not!"

And, so it now seemed, Captain of the cheerleader team and a rather manipulative one, at that, although no less self-indulgent. Elfleda was the atypical 'spoilt little bitch girl' and made it her business to secretly scheme and network her way through as much of the school as she could. She got others to do her homework, sailed through class with the minimum of effort and generally made life rather unpleasant for anyone thought of as beneath her.

Unless she could use them.

And, miraculously, actually made it all work.

"And then Marlena, Francine and Imelda call? And we, like, totally talk about so not the weather! And Francine thinks Barry's going out with Jessica? Except he's actually going out with Samantha? But - OK, get this...! He told Roger, who's going out with Catherine, who knows Dave, who once totally saw Francesca's ass when she was drunk at the party, last week? Anyway, long story short? Terry went all the way with Vanessa and now I heard she's pregnant!"

Not that she was any less of a gossip with her little gang of friends, by the sounds of it...

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kineticmelinda
2008-11-19 11:30 pm UTC (link)

Water Tower High was populated by spoiled brats with overblown senses of entitlement and a propensity toward abusing the English language. That's what Melinda thought, anyway. All the same, every last little...

"Oh my god, hi! How was your weekend?" The brunette waved at a passing fellow student -- Stacy something? Okay, so Melinda probably detested the girl but she firmly believed in networking and fitting in. Taking over from the inside, in a way. No one wanted to elect someone for class president that they couldn't relate to, because then they couldn't delude themselves into thinking that perhaps with the right applied effort, that they too could run the student body.

That's where she came in. So she could pretend to be a cliche for awhile and make 'friends.' She'd never see any of them after graduation anyway.

The brunette sauntered up to her locker, which was situated next to a chattering girl that Melinda had seen around at a few social events before. She heard the last snippet about some girl who might have been pregnant, and just smirked to herself as she retrieved her books.

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sinister_darian
2008-11-20 07:00 pm UTC (link)

Locker number 665 was situated between Melinda, who was shuffling through her books, and Elfleda, who was more interested in relating the day’s gossip than the concept of education. Darian didn’t care about either. A college legacy from his father would get him into an Ivy League school whether he blew off class or not, and most of the clowns at Water Tower were such low-lifes he couldn’t care less who was doing whom.

What he did care about could be summed up fairly quickly upon spotting him sauntering down the hall like he owned the place: money, fast cars, tennis, and beautiful girls.

His shoulder knocked into Melinda’s locker door, slamming it shut on her hand, but his back was to her so he didn’t notice. He was too busy using the end of his tennis racket to lift Elfleda’s skirt.

“Uh huh and then what happened?” he asked disinterestedly.

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kineticmelinda
2008-11-20 07:27 pm UTC (link)

Melinda jumped back from the locker, turning to glare at Darian. "What, do you need a seeing-eye dog or something? God." She adjusted her ponytail and removed her math book and a notebook from the locker, before slamming the metal door shut. Her eyes darted toward Darian, watching the display with the racket.

She rolled her eyes; typical. The rich boy probably would have gotten farther right there if he had just asked the cheerleader outright. The brunette took out a compact mirror and a tube of lipstick, re-applying a new coat and giving herself an admiring glance before slipping the objects into her denim jacket's pocket.