[centre] [h3][b][color=turquoise]♥Brody Cunningham♥[/color][/b][/h3] [color=ed145b]"Dear God, please kill me now,"[/color] [color=turquoise][i]If only we could all be so lucky.[/i][/color] No. Hold that tongue, Brody. This all works in your favor. She initiated unprovoked. He was the victim in this situation. And he wasn’t the only one to catch that, apparently. Andy had looked at the girl. Gothbitch against Mr. Fabulous? It was obvious who the monster was in that matchup. Brody kept smiling. Time to twist it. [color=turquoise]“But then we’d be deprived of all your style and grace, Debbie, dearie. And we wouldn’t want that, now would we? Who else could pull off that lovely...errhm...”[/color] Brody faked a cough. Splendidly, he might add. And he did. [color=8882be]"Well hello to you too, Brody." [/color] Saved by the spaz. He had caught sight of her just in time to see her readying her camera. Damn that Sidney. Hers was a disappointing future fated to failing tabloid magazines and violent celebrity meltdowns. It was just up her alley to try to catch a man with his guard down. But no such luck, hun. The camera loves it some Brody. He managed a turn into the the shot. No open mouth or blink for her. He had even managed to pull off a subtle pout before the shot went off. Speaking of which... [i]CLICK![/i] There we go. [color=8882be]"Making a fabulous entrance as always. Didn't expect to see you here! or Victoria here for that matter~"[/color] [color=turquoise]“I’m nothing if not surprising, luv.[/color] He didn’t make comment on Victoria’s presence. Not yet. Don’t seem too overly concerned. Not too eager. Play it cool, calm, and collected, then you’ll collect your reward. Undying high school fame an- HAHAHAHA! Brody was dying. This was just too perfect. The purple loser and tripped over his own disgusting feet and was now in his rightful place, groveling below his superiors. But the common fool got up and… HAHAHAHA! Oh this was even better. It was now trying to tell Sidney what to do? Trying to intervene between the girl and her scoop. Forget any of his own worries, this idiot had just taped himself to a rocket and launched it right at any pathetic gathering of social status he may have had. If there’s anything the commoners hate more than a nobody? That’d be a nobody bully. And a nobody bully would be EXACTLY what this fool would be labeled after this. If it’s lucky. … Sidney might just kill it right here and now. Which would be fine, really. No big loss there. Brody was prepared to watch Loser Gladiators fight for his amusement, but Andy had stepped in to say a few words. Brody moved to an empty seat and made it his own. And thus the first meeting of the Edison High Losers’ Society was to begin. [color=fff79a]“So, what are we doing today? Well, I’m sure you’ve all heard about the rash of disappearances at our very own school. Nathan Duarte disappeared in January. Julia Parker, in April. And Melissa Franklin, just a few weeks ago. All of them vanished on the second floor. And what happens to be on the second floor?”[/color] He paused. Really? Did they vanish? Or were they just so consumed with loserdom that the universe, in an attempt to preserve it’s fleeting coolness, deemed them fit to spontaneously combust. [color=fff79a]“The haunted girls’ bathroom, right? We’ve all heard the rumors. A girl committed suicide in there eleven years ago, and ever since then, it’s been out of order. No one goes in there. And [i]that’s[/i] where we’re going to check out for our first case.”[/color] … Case? Oh. Hell. No. Mistake. HUGE. MISTAKE. This wasn’t a fanclub of some crappy movie from the age of dinosaurs. This guy...was he really suggesting that they all cram into a disgusting bathroom and...what? Look around? Hold a seance? Did anybody have a ouija board? Were they going to turn off the lights and whisper “Bloody Mary” into a mirror three times? Sacrifice a goat? Make some circles with salt? Brody silently channeled his inner Deb, and begged for the gods above to just end it already. Andy clapped his hands, smiling brightly. [color=fff79a]“Anyway, why don’t we go around and introduce ourselves now?”[/color] Now THAT he could get behind. He had already gave his name but...well, Brody never really did get tired of talking about himself. These people needed to know of the greatness that wa- "[color=f6989d]Hello everyone. Most of you probably already know who I am, but my name is Victoria Harris, you can call me Tori. Anyway, it was nice meeting you all,[/color]" Ew. Stupid slut. Of course she would hog the spotlight. And she wasted it. Her name and a “nice to meet you?” [color=turquoise] You’re losing your touch, Ms. Harris.[/color] Well now Brody COULDN’T say anything. Not yet at least. First was the deathslot. Second was for chumps. Brody had to wait to either be middle or last. Those were the only slots that really mattered. [color=#26a912]"Hi. This is the S.P.I.R.I.T club right?"[/color] Oh great, another los- Brody caught himself staring at the newcomer. He hadn’t seen this guy around before. … He was going to make up for it now. Well, if he was doomed to be surrounded by geeks and losers, a little eye candy would make things a bit better. Curly hair? Usually it wasn’t Brody’s thing, but this guy...well yeah, it worked. The skin helped. Curly and tan and lips and chin and… Brody blinked a couple times then averted his gaze, hoping that nobody caught him gawking. Or if they did, maybe just mistake it for giving the newbie a once over. That was bad. Dangerous, even. Current company, *ahem*[sub]Sidney[/sub]*ahem*, was not above twisting anything to fit her cruel agenda. Just don’t look at ManCandy and everything should be fine. Simple enough. Oh, sweet distractions, another person walked in. Yet another one that Brody didn’t know, which worried him. His information was getting stale. He’d have to hit up Sidney soon. He was out of gum, but a little greenback should get him what he wanted. But back to the topic at hand, who was...she? This one was...hard to place. By all means, the person looked MOSTLY like a girl, but that voice seemed...wrong. Out of place. Her clothes seemed fine enough, but that hair could use a little work. There was potential here. Probably. So obviously something had to be severely wrong with her. [color=bc8dbf]"Hey, this the club for mystery huntin' weirdos? Because I got the biggest [i]weirdo[/i] of them all right here."[/color] She grabbed a chair, and sat down in it with her legs crossed. [color=bc8dbf]"It's me. I'm the weirdo."[/color] [color=turquoise] Yep, pretty much.[/color] Brody reminded himself to behave. He looked from the Weirdo back to the other members of the club, lingering for a few moments longer on ManCandy and Andy, though he ended up closing his eyes and staring at darkness. Well. It couldn’t get any worse. … Please don’t let it get any worse. [/centre]