Amalgaverse High

"Surf?" Pffft. "No, I don't surf." Carmichael twists the cap off the top of his bottle and takes a swig. "Do you... hell, what /do/ people do in Wyoming?" It's a valid question. Because seriously... what do they do?

"Nonsense. All people from California surf." Dakota says, serious-faced. And then comes that question, and she snorts. "Drugs, mostly." ... What, she's being honest. All the people she hung out with did, anyway. "It's a lot of empty space. Just like the brains of the people who live there."

That gets a snerk out of Carmichael, and he plays with the cap from his Coke bottle absently. "Drugs and empty spaces, huh? So did you like drop acid and go cow tipping?" Not that that doesn't sound like a blast. He swivels on his barstool for a second, looking around the bar, then, without making eye contact, asks, "So what would you say if I asked you to get out of here with me and go get something to eat?" Doo dee doo, watch the crowd, avoid looking over, ho humm.

"You say that like it's a joke, but cow tipping was the talk of the town. I didn't partake in it. I was much more interested in taping unicorn horns to the cows." Again, straight-faced. And oho, an invitation to go out and get food, Dakota is totally on board with that. She's going to be difficult as usual, though, resting her elbow on the counter, chin in her palm. "I'd say ask me again and this time, look at me."

 

Where do the cool kids hang out after school? The mall, obviously. But not that lowly, trashy mall. This is the fancy mall on the rich side of town. The one with stores that carry shit like Coach bags and Jimmy Choo shoes and things no normal person should ever need. Anyone who's not willing to drop a few hundred on something you can get from the regular mall should...probably go to the regular mall.

Of course Wesker would be shopping here. Step foot in that gross, commoner mall? Not a damn chance. He's making his way through what little crowds there are, chatting on his cell phone, while in his other hand he's got a couple bags from some of the clothing stores. His next destination? That fancy boutique up ahead.

Fancy /indeed/. It even has personal shoppers so all the rich, snooty people who shop there don't need to lift a finger. And they get the added bonus of bossing people around. Excellent. One of those poor saps who does your shopping for you is Maxwell, and he's jsut finished clocking in, heading up to the register to wait around until called upon to be a glorified slave. Fun!
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Lunch time is usually Alec's favorite time of the day when it comes to school. On this afternoon, however, he looks like he's suffering from the worst hangover known to man. He's sitting outside at one of the tables near a tree, sipping from a can of energy drink and trying not to look so out of it. Sugar crashes suck. He looks like he got dressed in the dark to boot; his hair's disheveled, his t-shirt's wrinkled to hell and back, and he forgot a belt for his jeans. Oh, don't mind the two different colored socks either.

Lately, Clara hasn't been out of the house much. Her ability, something she's learned how to mostly control, has been freaking out on her, and as a result, things have been shattering, falling off shelves, catapulting off desks-- she manages to keep it down during class, but her room's been a complete mess, and her house is not fairing too well either. Poor Ethan has had to deal with a lot of it.Today, she's been hearing some very interesting rumors and gossip, and all of it, from various sources, have not been all that great. So on top of her being pissed off because she can't manage to keep a pencil on her desk to save her life, she's pissed off about hearing this stuff. And she doesn't want to talk to Alec, because she'd rather sulk furiously. So that's what she's doing, walking across the tables and pointedly ignoring Alec as she does.

Alec squints, bleary eyed and looking like he's about five seconds away from crawling under his table for a nap. He chugs the rest of his drink and goes to set the can down, but instead he somehow crushes it flat under his palm. Looks like Clara's not the only one having power issues. Though, this is pretty new to him. He's never been the strong sort after all.Once he can lift his head without feeling like he wants to die he spots Clara, frowns, and gets up. Time to go chat with the girl and hope she doesn't play hacky sack with his junk. "...Siren?"
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On account of it being October, the most festive places are already decorating and the nightlife venues are certainly preparing for the Halloween holiday. The Zephyr is no exemption to this because what's better than teenage shenanigans on the last party holiday before everyone's trapped in their homes by snow and frigid temperatures. Fake spider webs hang from the ceilings and all sort of gruesome decorations are present on the walls and doors. The DJ is even sliding in a few themed tracks, just for the more Halloween enthuastic kids.

Alec is in a better mood than usual, which is saying something. He's currently chilling in an oversized, comfy chair with a drink in one hand and one of those massive pixi stix in the other. He's chugging the candy down like an addict getting their fix and there's already two discarded tubes on the ground in front of him. He's going to be /flying/. Maybe even literally.

Oh no, new kid alert. Carmichael's family just literally moved into town a few few days ago, and hailing from California, he's finding all this cold weather to be foreign and, well, /terrible/ what is this even? But he's heard tell that this is where the cool kids hand out, and since he's not starting classes until Monday, he figures he'll get a head's up on that whole meeting people thing. So, here he is, walking into the building and eyeing the decor for a moment before slipping out of his super cool red motorcycle jacket. Awww yeeeah.
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"So, where are we meeting the fabled Guy?" Levi asks, taking Ryan's hand once they're out of the car. A beat, then: "... Does he know about us, or do I need to let go of your hand?"

"I dunno, we're gonna have to scout him out." Ryan swings Levi's hand as they walk across the parking lot. "Huh? Oh, no, he knows, I told him." Guy was the first person Ryan told about his newfound sexual preference, actually, but that's neither here nor there. Once they're inside the store, Ryan walks through the different sections, tugging Levi along until they reach the area where the graphic novels are housed. There's a boy their age stooped down in front of the shelves, flipping through a hardcover Spiderman comic.  "I see you're working hard, as usual," Ryan says, coming to a stop a few feet in front of his friend. Guy looks over and up, and smirks. "All day every day." He sets the book back on the shelf and stands up, putting his hand up for what looks like a high-five, but ends up being a rough sort of handshake that he inflicts upon Ryan. "What the hell is up, Brotowksi?" he asks, and Ryan shrugs. "Not much. Guy, this is Levi. Levi, Guy." The blonde boy eyes Levi for a second, then points a finger at him. "Your hair is fucking epic." This is Guyspeak for 'hi, nice to meet you'.

Some people spend their Thursdays down at the Zephyr. Other people spend it in the reigning little coffee shop in town. Starbucks be damned, this place isn't letting you take over. It's cozy and comfortable, dimly lit with ambient sort of music being piped through. No obnoxious hipster rock or loudly chatting people here. Just quiet relaxation and the tikka-tikka of laptop keyboards.

Poe is seated in a booth, somewhat selfishly claiming the entire thing despite her being so small. Papers are scattered about and she seems to be reading through some as she sips at a coffee. A half-eaten pastry sits nearby, waiting to be completely devoured.

With a ring-ding, the front door opens and a few people enter in. One of those people is Caine, looking more alert than he usually does in school. Maybe he's just a night owl. He heads for the counter and takes his place in line as he skims over the menu. Coffee, fancy coffee, baked goods. Hmm. What to get? He makes sure he has his wallet then goes for his cell phone to check his messages.

Poe looks up when the bell rings, always observant and curious to see who enters. Squinting in the dim light, she realizes she knows that person! Caine, if she recalls correctly and she does because it's such a Bible name. Caine and Abel, etcera. While she's interested in talking to him again (also, he's good looking, so that's no a bad thing either), she waits to see if he's planning on sticking around first. She doesn't want to keep someone from whatever evening activities they might have planned.
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A hospital stay is never a fun thing. Not unless you're hopped up on painkillers and whatnot, which Alec wasn't. Thankfully it's all said and done now and the boy's back home, safe in the comforts of a familiar place and being (happily) babied by his mother. Currently he's claimed the couch for himself and is snacking on some Ben and Jerry's while watching cartoons. It's a good day.

No, hospital stays suck, says Clara. She's been in a constant state of 'everything around me literally shatters' for the past couple of days, which she's actually been yelled at for a couple of times. Scott and Laura aren't exactly happy about the number of vases that are now in pieces, but Clara can't help it. Today, she's going to get rid of that by visiting Alec. Ding dong!

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There's only so much time you can spend wrapped up in a blanket watching reruns of Behind the Music before you get a little crazy. Cabin fever eventually settles in Alec's brain so he grabs a shower, gets dressed, grabs his bike, and goes to pay a certain someone a visit even though he looks a bit like death warmed over. He thankfully makes it there in one piece without becoming road pizza. When he eventually shows up at Clara's house he slides off of his bike, lets it flop over onto the grass, then sits down next to it after knocking on the door.

Clara's home alone like she usually is at this time, and she's curled up on the couch watching TV lazily and not using her brain in any form. When the knock comes on the door, Clara sighs and turns down the TV before flopping off the couch and taking the long journey of like ten steps to get to the front door. When she opens it and sees Alec outside, she's happy of course-- except for the fact that he looks like he's about to keel over and die. "Holy fuck-- Alec, hey," Clara curses, going to drop down next to him on the grass. "Babe, you look like shit. What's wrong?"

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"...And remember, when you and your partner identify the organs in your frog, write its name on the corresponding line on the worksheet." Welcome to fourth period Biology with Mr. Dreiberg. Nothing like hacking up a long dead amphibian right before lunch. "Find your partner's name next to yours on the board, and as soon as you get your utensils and specimen, you can get started."

Guy squints at the chalk board and hmms. Ben McDowell. He has no idea who that is. So, when everyone starts shuffling around the room, he stands up and calls out, "Is there a Ben in here? I'm ready to carve the shit outta this frog." At the front of the room, Dan frowns, but says nothing. 'Shit' is not the worst thing to come out of there kid's mouths, not by a long shot.

When he hears his name mentioned, coming from someone he doesn't know even, Ben scowls a little. He hates random partner assignments with a fiery passion. He stares directly at Guy as he approaches and never once looks away. Even blinking is rare. "I'm Ben," he tells Guy in a flat voice. "I'll assume you're my...partner for this pointless assignment."

Max wrinkles her nose a little. She could do without partner assignments, but sometimes it is a necessary evil. Upon checking the board for her partner, she looks around. Doesn't look like she recognizes her partner's name. But, hey. At least she's not with Ben. That might be weird. She's already working up the patience that's going to be needed for homecoming.

Ughhh, partner assignments. Romeo is not a fan of them, unless Joanna is his partner. But she's not now, not even in this class, and so Romeo looks up at the board, searching out his name. Max. Alright, that's fine, he can do a partner thing with a dude, just as long as it's not a girl, because-- wait. There's a chick named Max in this class. Oh, fucksticks.

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It's that time of year again- Homecoming is right around the corner, and that means one thing; those students are going to be gyrating and dry humping and doing the horizontal tango all up in this bitch. Which calls for an evasive action plan, according to vice principal Summers. Throughout the day, faculty members have been pulled into the teacher's lounge when they've had a spare moment, encouraged to discuss the game plan. Or sit around and bullshit, whatever the case may be. Right now, Gabriel's the only one in there, slumped down on a chair like it ain't no thang, sippin' on some gin and ju- coffee.

Aelius makes his way in, sipping from his ever present and never empty (is it enchanted?) teacup. He looks like he hasn't slept in days but then that's pretty much how he looks all the time. When he spots Gabriel he nods and drops down onto the first seat he reaches. "Hello."

Poor Levi. Getting Ryan into the passenger's seat of his car was a feat unto itself, and now the hyped up scrawny boy is bopping up and down with barely contained energy, feet shuffling back and forth on the floor mat while his fingers drum on his kneecaps. A seat belt is out of the question right about now, obviously. Ryan either didn't notice the disapproving look on Levi's face outside the club, or if he did, he's choosing to ignore it. More likely the prior of the two. Once Levi gets in the car, Ryan looks over and smiles. "Hi!" Somebody must have done a lot more coke than usual; this is pretty over the top behavior even for him.

Oh, the things Levi is willing to do for you, Ryan. Levi sighs and slips into his car, pulling the divider up and sitting so that he's facing Ryan. There's no way he's going to attempt to drive with Ryan flailing around like this. Levi's face is just the slightest bit disapproving, but honestly, he's more concerned than anything. He hasn't ever seen Ryan this hyped up-- didn't really think he had the capacity for it. Levi rests his head against the headrest of his seat and frowns. "Hi, baby. Are you okay?"

 Partying on a Thursday night? Hells yeah. It's not like the kids here probably care about their school days or even getting up at a reasonable hour at all. Besides, Thursdays are 18 and under nights at a lot of clubs in town, so that's why most of the student population gets out and goes to them. All the normal nightclub prequisites are present: dark corners, loud, pumping music and a lack of booze and drugs. At least, booze and drugs that you can acquire legally. Smoking isn't allowed in the building, but there's a fine (completely not creepy or rape-y) fenced-in patio in the back where you can get your nicotine fix.

Dakota is making a living tonight. Somehow she has managed to get into the nightclub with her jacket full of illegal substances without being caught, and it... probably has to do with the fact that she bribed the bouncer. In any case! She's hanging out on a couch, occasionally texting, and watching the crowds. She's pretty sure the word is out that she deals, especially after the brownies she'd sold that Luke kid. Anyway, she's waiting for customers, but she can be persuaded to get up and dance.

 Why is Ryan here? Because Guy said he's meet him here after work. Which ended an hour ago. Still no sign of the Bearded Wonder, and texts are going unanswered. So Ryan's going to give him twenty more minutes before leaving, because being alone in a nightclub is awkward and he's so, /so/ not going to dance. His plan is to park it somewhere and glare angrily at his phone, and hey that couch looks like a good enough place. Hi Dakota, there's a ticked off looking boy sitting by you.

Carnivore pitterpats his way down the hall, clutching a squeaky newspaper in his jaws. He growls at a few students that come too close for his comfort but otherwise keeps to himself.

Poe is near her locker, rummaging for some books. It's her study hall hour, but she never actually spends it in study hall. Likely, she's heading upstairs to the library at some point.

Eloise is at her locker as well, fumbling with the combination. She will never get the damn thing open on her first try, she swears. At the moment she's pretty oblivious to the going-ons around her, mind silently cursing the stupid micro closet in front of her.

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Homecoming time, for one Helena Way, means going to the mall to buy the skankiest scenester everything she can get her grubby hands on. In this case, she's on the hunt for some Playboy bunny accessories, because those are so classy. Where better to find those than Spencers? The answer; NO WHERE.  So that's where she'll be, hair teased to high heaven, pants tighter than Saran Wrap, and cell phone glued to her right hand.

Levi has already found everything required for his Homecoming outfit except for his purple tie. It's not guaranteed that Spencers will have a purple tie, but it's worth a look, and besides, Levi's just killing time anyway. So in he wanders, unsuspecting, and every once in a while he'll break out the phone for a text. And by every once in a while that means every five seconds.

So Wal-Mart. It's cheap, it's easy, and it's... well, not fast, not with how many people are usually there. It's the afternoon after school on a Friday, so there's a good amount of people, but this doesn't seem to matter to Clara. She's dragging her boyfrand around, pushing through crowds (a little violently) and looking for jewelery to go with her dress. Classy, this one.

Alec walks along behind Clara as she plows through the people. Hey, it leaves him free to carry that industrial sized bag of Starburst and the giant box of Snickers! Most guys would be looking for a bench to sit and hide while their girlfriend does the shopping thing but no, not him. He looks quite happy to tag along.

Guy and Ryan have a brodate to go see that sweet 3D Piranha movie, but it doesn't start for another half an hour, so here they are, killing time in the electronics department. Because this is decidedly the hippest place to be in a WalMart. Right now, Ryan is looking at an iPod touch longingly, and Guy is drawing crude male genitalia on the laptops. Really, who leaves MSPaint open on these things?
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Ryan considers for a moment. "I don't know what's playing. We could, uh, get food and maybe check if anything good is starting soon?" He has no idea, but agrees that as long as they're hanging out, all is well. "Or we could do something ridiculous like... I dunno, go putt-putt golfing or whatever it is the cool kids do on dates these days." Smirk.

Snerk. "I'll pass on the mini-golf, sweetheart. I might get bored and have to push you up against the windmill, and we don't want to ruin the family fun, do we?" Well, Ryan and Levi would, but the management? Not so much. "Food and a movie sounds wonderful. Any preferences on food?" Are there such things as hipster foods? And-- boy, does Levi have ~plans for the movie.

 

 

Kirk sips coffee from his own personal mug (which has his picture on it, of course) and flips through the morning paper. He's got a break between classes and by god he's going to enjoy it.

Crowley usually avoids the teacher's lounge because quite frankly his boss ass office is a lot nicer. But sadly, Carnivore was feeling extra saucy this morning and his Oriental rug had to pay the price. So here he is, slumming it with his coworkers while the janitor gets busy cleaning up that whole mess. When eh enters the lounge, he pauses for a split second, holding back a frown. "Kirk." This is 'hello', by the way.

It's another afternoon at the mall, and up on the second level people come and go from the awesome restaurant/buffet that is Todai. Sure, it's not cheap, but there's a TON of food and an equal amount of eye candy in the form of sexy male waiters. In fact, there's not a waitress in sight. Huh. Plus they're running a special, half price lunches!

Poe has been known to splurge on herself from time to time. Going to one of her favorite resturants in town is a rare treat and one she's so very taking advantage of today. Half price lunches? That means two can eat for the price of one! Which means both her and her partner inb crime, Eloise, are aiming for the sushi buffet today. Despite the ~raw fish~ deal, there's always enough non-meaty portions to go around. And sweets! So no one really loses here.

When Poe invited her to lunch at the Man Buffet, Eloise, of course, jumped at the chance. Because look at those waiters, good god. "You are not allowed to judge me by how much I'm about to eat. Nor how much ogling I do." Stern face.

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School's out, time to head home. For Ryan, that means footing it, because no way in /hell/ is he going to be caught dead on the bus. Today he chooses to cut through one of the quaint little parks around the area, because when you live on the bad side of town, sometimes you want to take a nice route home. He's got his headphones in, of course, messenger bag slung across his chest, eyes flitting lazily here and there until- holy shit, are those /feet/? Just poking out from under the bushes over there? He freezes up, coming to a stop and staring, horrible thoughts running through his head; 'is that a dead body oh my god it is isn't it what do i dooooo?'

Those are indeed feet! And they're not moving. It could be a prank or some kind of horrible dumping of a corpse. Who's to say? There doesn't seem to be blood or anything gruesome about but maybe that just means things were cleaned up very well. HMM.

And school is indeed out. Levi's on his way home in his lovely piece of crap car, but he spots Ryan on the way, and figures hey, why not ask him if he wants a ride? So Levi pulls up next to the park and-- well, he'd yell for Ryan but the boy has his headphones in, so he parks and gets out, approaching. "Ryan!" He says, coming up next to him. "Ryan, I wanted to ask-- ... are those feet?"

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Evening in town means most people tend to disperse, some off to parties and some off to their homes. Most that continue to remain out through the evening aren't necessarily less-than-savory, but they're probably not the kids that get A grades. Stranger things have happened, though. Phoenix, however, is taking a walk across town on her way home from her boyfriend's place.

Ginger, be at home? Around her annoying parents? Screw that. She'd much rather spend her evening wandering the streets, puffing away on a cigarette with the hood of her jacket pulled up over her face.

Then there are those that /are/ less-than-savory. Like Deacon, who's decided it's dinner time. This means a trip to McDonald's- if McDonald's is code for 'heading downtown trolling for delicious hoomans'. So down the street he goes, dressed in, surprise surprise, all black, walking with what can easily be classified as a swagger to his steps.

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