The Tiberius J. Swann Education Facility

Who: Lyle and Emmy
What: Chance encounter at a bar
Where: The Shift (local made up bar with open mic night Saturdays!!)
When: Around 8pm-ish
Rating: PG-13 (language)

Everything sucked. Peyton had only taken off yesterday, but it felt like weeks since she had been gone. In a sense, she had. She had been away in Roswell for half a month, and then this past week it was as though she had never come back. And now she was officially gone, and all she had left was a bedroom with written on walls and a cat. Even being near Grid wasn't making that hollow, aching sadness any less numbing. Maybe because Grid was too close to home. She had disappeared on Lyle, and now Pey had done the same.

Laying in bed wasn't making him feel better, and going to that school function would only remind him of Peyton because she would've pretended to hate being dragged there, even though she'd be secretly thrilled to show off her tiny bikini. Hell, going to that party would just make Lyle think about her tiny bikini. So he told Grid he needed to get out and he left, grabbing his guitar on the way. Not that he had a destination in mind, but music was going to be involved. Driving for a short while, he'd come across a small local bar that offered open mic, and Lyle knew this was where he needed to be. It was almost out of spite. Peyton had always begged him to sing for her, and he never would. He didn't sing in the shower, he didn't sing for his band. He didn't even sing when the four of them were just fucking around and making poor Vinnie crazy. And now he was going to sing for total strangers because she wasn't here to hear it.

( His voice was strong, clear and beautiful )

Who: Cassie, Emmy, Fox
What: The terrible trio get into trouble.
Where: Boston
When: Tuesday evening/night.

( ((In progress)) )

Who: Charlie, Cassie, Fox, Emmy
When: late Tuesday, probably into Wednesday morning
Where: starting at the police station
What: Charlie is PISSED!
Note: up to you guys if they'll say anything... but expect Charlie's wrath if they do

Charlie was fucking furious. After talking to Hope and then calling Adam to get things put into motion, he sped off toward the police station. It made him even more angry that he was forced to drive a school van that had the words "detention center" in bold lettering on the side, and there were metal grates on the windows, as well as a big one separating the driver from the passengers. Charlie felt like a fucking prison guard. He was dressed like one too. The security staff had uniforms, but Charlie didn't require them to be worn. He wanted his staff to be comfortable. But for the next few days, most of the faculty would be wearing these navy blue, polyester nightmares. Charlie scratched at his neck from time to time, because the damn thing itched so bad.

Pulling up to the police station, Charlie put the van in park and climbed out. He clearly had a chip on his shoulder as he walked inside and stated his business to a woman behind the desk. She asked him to have a seat, but Charlie refused and paced instead. He was going to rip those three a new one.

A pile of paperwork arrived before the troublesome trio did, and Charlie was glad he knew his shit, because he was able to fill out the forms without hesitation while a woman watched him carefully. "Can I have my detainees now?" he said impatiently, not bothering to try and charm this low ranking member of the Danvers police department. She was curt with him and took the paperwork for inspection. It was nearly thirty minutes later that two officers escorted Cassie, Fox and Emmy into the lobby. They were handcuffed. Charlie shot quick glares at Fox and Emmy, but the real anger in his eyes was directed at Cassie. The expression was clear: you are so fucking grounded.

"Take the cuffs off them," Charlie instructed, and the officers did as he asked. He'd filed the proper forms and was expected to pick up these kids, so they were handed over to his custody without complaint. When the kids were free of their restraints, Charlie walked to the door, and if the brats knew what was good for them, they'd follow without making a peep.

Charlie loaded them into the van and then climbed into the driver's seat. He didn't say anything at first, because Charlie was still fuming. But when they were less than a mile down the road, Charlie pulled over onto the shoulder, stopping the van, turning it off, and spinning around in his seat. "You're lucky I don't beat the fucking life out of all of you right now. The school could be shut down because of your idiocy. People could lose their jobs, their homes... maybe even be arrested themselves, because you're all total fuck ups." He held his hand up at the first sign of protest. "NO... no excuses. Not one. Don't fucking waste your breath or my time trying to explain yourselves. You fucked up, and now we're all screwed."

Who: Tess, Em and Cassie
When: Sunday Night
Where: Club Hollywood - Boston
What: Tess is finally twenty-one!
Rated: TBD

Tess was so freaking excited. It felt like it had been forever since she had gone out, and really, it had been a while. She hadn't been to a club since the night she had gone out with Pearl. And the fact that she would have both Emmy and Cassie with her tonight only made her that much more excited about it. And it was her birthday!

Dressed in a cute, red party dress, Tess decided to go with blond hair tonight. It felt like a blond sort of night. And because she was the birthday girl, she'd decided to wear a tiara, though she knew that Emmy would give her crap for it. But she didn't care. Nothing was going to bring her down tonight.

It was precisely 8:45 PM when Tess made it to the front doors to wait for the rest of her party. The cab would arrive at 9 and take them into the city. She already knew where she wanted to go, a place that she had found online. Club Hollywood. It was just her and Emmy's cup of tea, most especially if Em decided to butch it up tonight, which Tess had a feeling that she probably would.

Who: Fox and Emmy
Where: Employee lot then around
When: Afternoon
What: Meeting up and going for a ride!


Fox had been pretty certain he'd seen Emmaline around before, but he'd never talked to her. At least, not that he could remember. A chick from Australia that dug motorcycles he was sure he'd remember. Hell, what did she like to be called? He doubted it was Emmaline, though that's what her journal said her name was. Probably something shorter. Em? Emma? Emmy? Damn. It looked like he'd either have to ask or avoid saying her name. Which wasn't all that hard, though it would be awkward calling out "hey you" to someone you were talking to.

Logging off his computer, he slipped into his boots and a jacket, having actually worn a shirt for once in his room. Wallet, phone and keys went into the respective pockets and Fox remembered to pick up the second set for - Emmy? - to use. Helmets were the last thing he grabbed before heading out, locking the door behind him. It didn't take him long to make it to the employee parking lot and uncover his bikes. He looked between the two, trying to decide which he'd rather ride. His beautiful V-Star or the sexy custom bike that he'd bought from Charlie. Decisions, decisions. Hearing shoes on the pavement, Fox turned and flashed a smile as his companion for the afternoon arrived. "Hey there."