[center][img]http://i.imgur.com/OAS0KYD.png[/img] [hr] [hr] [img]http://i.imgur.com/5h02Z3x.gif[/img] [b]Interacting with: Evalyn, via text [@Aewin], featuring Ghost via IM [@Wade Wilson], sum NPCs fuk off m8 Location: Her bathroom, her bedroom, her car, the school. Time: i dont know fuck you im giving up on this section[/b] [hr] [hr] Alyssa hummed to herself, tapping buttons on her keyboard and pulling up yet another Google search. [color=708090][b]”Honestly, how hard can it [i]possibly[/i] be to find [i]one[/i] teenager? We’re not that good at hiding!”[/b][/color] She hissed and flicked the screen as if punishing it physically would help. With a foul look on her face, she popped another one of her strawberries in her mouth. Biting into the succulent fruit [i]always[/i] cheered her up and with a hair flip, she followed a link from her Google search, which finally brought her to her target: Alexander Wilson Bryant. She smiled slightly now, shifting lightly on her bed as she pressed the ‘Instant Message!’ button. She placed her hands on the keys and punched out a small message. [color=708090]‘Ah, yes, Spooks! I’ve finally found you. ...er, that is what they call you now, right?’[/color] [sup][b][color=A9A9A9]— Alyssa Green[/color][/b][/sup] [color=silver]‘..Alyssa? Um, it’s Ghost, by the way. Why are you messaging me at like 2 in the morning? Why are you [i]awake[/i] at 2 in the morning?’[/color] [sup][b][color=A9A9A9]— Alexander Bryant[/color][/b][/sup] [color=708090]’...because I do what I want. Er, wait, I had a planned response. Ah, yes. I am messaging you, at 2 in the morning because, as Butler always says. The enemy of my enemy is my friend. And you, Ghost… well, [i]everyone[/i] is your enemy. Me? I’m just an asshole. I need an ally, because I can’t do it all alone. Help me, and in return I will put you back at the top. King bee, or whatever the kids are calling it.’[/color] [sup][b][color=A9A9A9]— Alyssa Green[/color][/b][/sup] [color=silver]‘Wait, what the fuck? King bee??? ..fine, I’ll help you. But if we’re dragged ass-first into some massive problem, don’t expect me to have your back. Also, not [i]everyone[/i] is my enemy. I’m sure there’s a friend I have that I just can’t think of at this moment. I’ll just have to get back to you on that one. Anyway, what even is this thing that you need help with?’[/color] [sup][b][color=A9A9A9]— Alexander Bryant[/color][/b][/sup] [color=708090]I’m never [i]in[/i] massive problems, I [i]am[/i] the massive problem. And fantastic, I’m glad you’ve agreed blindly without knowing what I want or what my plan is. I need help winning a bet with Butler. The substance of the bet? He doesn’t think I can ruin Dominique and the rest of the people we go to school with in my last year. So… I’m going to do [i]that[/i]. And you’ll help. It’ll be fun! Like riding a bicycle.[/color] [sup][b][color=A9A9A9]— Alyssa Green[/color][/b][/sup] [color=silver]‘What happens if you win the bet? Don’t you already, like, have it all, or something? Your place is huge as hell and you’ve probably caused a strawberry shortage somewhere in the world. Everyone’s happy, right? And the last time I rode a bicycle it ended up burning in a ditch.’[/color] [sup][b][color=A9A9A9]— Alexander Bryant[/color][/b][/sup] [color=708090]If I win I get twelve whole dollars! I’ll split it with you, you can have six. We’ll go get ice cream. Doesn’t that sound nice? And I’m sorry you’re not good at the most basic of things, riding a bicycle… Anyway, after school tomorrow, you’ll meet up with Butler and I and we shall head to the castle to plot. I already have a war-room set up.[/color] [sup][b][color=A9A9A9]— Alyssa Green[/color][/b][/sup] [color=silver]‘Oh boy! Six whole dollars?!?!?! I feel like you’re being too nice! ..Seriously. I feel like this was a bad idea. I’m not used to you being this nice. And wait, what? A war-room? You actually have a fucking war-room in that maze you call a castle? I thought the ‘castle’ part was metaphorical! Hey, it wasn’t me, it was the bicycle! I swear. ..Look, I was six years old, okay!?’[/color] [sup][b][color=A9A9A9]— Alexander Bryant[/color][/b][/sup] [color=708090]It’s not metaphorical! The Stentorian Estate is my castle, and I am its Queen. And it used to be a spare room until I had Butler remove everything and tack up yearbook photos of everyone who’s anyone on a cork board. I linked them with colored yarn. Well, I didn’t, the gardener did because I didn’t want to. I watched and drank strawberry whiskey. But I told him to, so I’m taking credit. This way we know who’s with who and what not, so we can attack them at their weakest links. Can you not ride a bike? Don’t answer that. I’ll have Butler make sure there are snacks prepared. What do you fancy?[/color] [sup][b][color=A9A9A9]— Alyssa Green[/color][/b][/sup] [color=silver]‘I think you need to cut down on the movies and whatnot, Alyssa. If you did science, I’d probably say something like ‘you’re one lab accident away from being a supervillain’, because that’s how unfunny and unoriginal I am. Shit, now I get why everyone is my enemy. Anyway, snacks? Wow, I didn’t think you knew anything other than strawberries existed. Um, anyway, probably like some chips? I don’t fucking know.’[/color] [sup][b][color=A9A9A9]— Alexander Bryant[/color][/b][/sup] [color=708090]Chips? [i]Honestly?[/i] Perhaps people are your enemy because you’re startlingly boring… [i]Chips.[/i] Do you want some fish with those [i]chips?[/i] I have billions of dollars, I could get you like… gold flaked caviar and the first thing that comes to mind is [i]chips?[/i] Urgh, I hope I’ve selected the right ally… Would bread and water suffice? That has about the same amount of flavor and will save me about 27 cents…[/color] [sup][b][color=A9A9A9]— Alyssa Green[/color][/b][/sup] [color=silver]‘Hm, fish [i]does[/i] sound nice. Billions of dollars? Can I have gold-dusted poop? And I have the same question. If this turns out to be a waste, I’m gonna be fucking pissed. Like, ‘the bike incident times 1,000’ pissed. Just wanted to put that out there. Do you serve champagne with that fish?’[/color] [sup][b][color=A9A9A9]— Alexander Bryant[/color][/b][/sup] [color=708090]Fish and champagne? Barf. But, alas, it is your choice. And don’t you worry about anything, I just need another body alongside me. I’m gonna crush them all underneath my thumb… Like ants. Only, I usually have Butler crush the ants. It’ll be fun, and when we’re all done… everyone will remember this year of highschool. I’m trembling with excitement.[/color] [sup][b][color=A9A9A9]— Alyssa Green[/color][/b][/sup] [color=silver]‘Yeah, yeah, Doctor Von Doom, sounds great. Can you please lecture me on what to have with [i]fish[/i] when we meet in that little demented war-room of yours? I just remembered there’s salami in the kitchen and I want to eat it before anybody else [i]does[/i] remember. Also, please don’t lecture me on what to eat or whatever with salami. I just want salami. Okay?’[/color] [sup][b][color=A9A9A9]— Alexander Bryant[/color][/b][/sup] Choosing instead to not even dignify that with a response, Alyssa shut the laptop off and gently swung the tray away to give herself freedom of movement once again.. She wiggled her carefully painted red toes and smirked to herself. [color=708090][b]”They are all my puppets. I’ll pull their strings… and then, they’ll dance~”[/b][/color] She tightly curled her toes before snatching another bathrobe before she stood up out of the bathtub. The once bubbly water sloshed ever so slightly as Alyssa drew herself to her feet and onto the spongey, soft, absorbent rugs beneath her. She let the water drip from her body for a few moments until she was satisfied, and then she moved to her embroidered, golden, Egyptian cotton towels, lightly patting herself down to handle most of the water before she tied a pink, Egyptian [i]silk[/i] bathrobe around herself and opened the door. Faithfully sitting watch, was Logan Everett(Butler, if you asked anyone), Alyssa’s beloved guardian angel. Butler. Bodyguard. Chef. Pack mule. Muscle. There were plenty of words for Butler, and they all fit. The difference between Butler and the rest of the people that Alyssa used and abused was that she simply couldn’t imagine life [i]without[/i] Butler. It was an almost [i]hideous[/i] reality in her mind, one where the man wasn’t there to frighten people that challenged her--and punish those who still denied her. One where Butler wasn’t there to constantly carry her bag and provide her with alcohol and strawberries. One where Butler didn’t ferry her from place to place in one of the cars in her fleet. [i]Hideous.[/i] [color=708090][b]”Butler. I am ready for bed. Summon Turk.”[/b][/color] Okay, fine. And there was Turk. He came to Alyssa’s call, yes, but to Butler’s… the dog responded more quickly, more thoroughly. Butler nodded his head, looking up from his game of Candy Crush, and he whistled. Once high, once low. Regardless of where Turk was, the dog would hear at least one half the two toned musical sound throughout the hallowed halls of Alyssa’s estate… And he would come. [color=708090][b]”Thank you darling. As you know, tomorrow is not only the beginning of the end of my highschool career: it is also the beginning of my princess’s. Be prepared, Butler. We will have to show her how to handle things around the school, and teach her that the only person not beneath her is… well, [i]me[/i]. Unfortunately, there are people who aim to challenge the fact that I am not only above the disgusting filthy highschool drama that plagues the halls of Beverly Hills High… they wish to challenge the fact that [i]I[/i] am above them. As you well know--”[/b][/color] At this point, Alyssa held a brief pause to reach ddown and scractch behind the ears of her puppy dog, who nuzzled against his owner’s bathrobe, but then, it began anew: [color=708090][b]”I will not tolerate insolence of that level. Since you and my parents deny me my right as a wealthy person to sentence those below me to [i]death[/i]... I shall sink to [i]more petty[/i] revenge. I’ll simply ruin their lives.”[/b][/color] She sighed woefully, as if not being able to kill people was the saddest thing she’d heard all day before she headed toward her bedroom, snapping her fingers to call her dog to her. [b]”And if they fight back?”[/b] [color=708090][b]”Butler, Butler, Butler… You of all people know that I simply [i]don’t care[/i]. I win, I always win. If their lives aren’t ruined, so what? I still come home to my house that’s nearly as large as their hometown. I still coast through life and get [i]handed[/i] a networth of 97 [i]billion[/i] dollars. I still become Queen of the world… I [i]win[/i]. So… to be quite frank, Butler… if they fight back that’s just… more fun.”[/b][/color] Green eyes twinkled with almost [i]sadistic[/i] glee as she placed her hand on the knob to her own room, before she looked over her shoulder at her loyal Butler. [color=708090][b]”Have you any questions, Butler? Not everything I do is for the bet, you know.”[/b][/color] [b]”Of course, Miss Green. No questions to ask. What would you like for breakfast?”[/b] [b][color=708090]”Two waffles, each square properly buttered, Topped with homemade whipped cream, and freshly sliced strawberries from our organic garden. Two pieces of toast, buttered on the more lightly toasted side. Sprinkled with cinnamon sugar. Four slices of bacon, cooked ever so slightly too long. Served with a glass of pineapple juice. Why am I even telling you this? You know what I like.”[/color][/b] [b]”We are in accord, Miss Green. Good night.”[/b] [color=708090][b]”Fare thee well, Butler. I shall see you at no later than 8:30 AM tomorrow morning.”[/b][/color] [b]”School starts at seven thirty in the morning, you know.”[/b] [color=708090][b]”Did I [i]stutter[/i], Butler? Stammer? Stumble? [i]No.[/i] As is usual, my speech was [i]impeccable.[/i] 8:30 AM.”[/b][/color] [b]”As you wish.”[/b] Without another word, Butler closed the door and headed toward his own quarters, directly across the hall from the Queen’s. Meanwhile, in her own room, Alyssa shed the bathrobe and changed into her most comfortable of clothing: a pair of pyjama shorts and a tank top. Now suited for sleep, she crawled underneath the covers of her massive, circular bed, and laid her head on the memory foam pillows. Turk jumped up to his half of the bed, at his mistress’s feet, and curled up. Now at maximum comfort, Alyssa soon let sleep find her… [hr] The next morning, at the exact time she requested, Alyssa was waken by her Butler, the plate of breakfast, prepared exactly as requested, presented in front of her. She ate it slowly at first, enjoying it. She would have continued with the slow pace until she finished, taking… an incredibly unnecessarily long amount of time to finish things, and arriving to school at noon, or perhaps even later than that… If not for a text on her phone from the one person who mattered more than her own relaxation and enjoyment of breakfast. Alyssa could speed her life up a [i]bit[/i] for Evalyn Jones. Eva would not be kept waiting, unlike… well, anyone else that attended the school. [b][color=wheat]My Princess[/color][/b] [i]I’ll be there shortly darling. I was skipping the assembly and doing my damndest to skip the activity fair… But alas, you come first. See you soon. xoxo <3[/i] Alyssa slid the phone onto her bedside table and bit the last piece of toast, tossing it into her mouth. She looked at the unfinished glass of juice, and two remaining slices of bacon sorrowfully. [color=708090][b]”I shall eat it in the car. That means we’re taking the Mercedes, I’d die before I got my Maserati [i]dirty[/i]. Perish the thought.”[/b][/color] She spoke mostly ot herself, but elicited a response from Butler regardless; who snorted at the way Alyssa scoffed while talking about [i]Maseratis and Mercedes.[/i] [b]”I”ll go get the car started.”[/b] [color=708090][b]”Yes, you will. I shall be along shortly.”[/b][/color] Alyssa responded, standing up and off of the bed. Quickly, she kissed Turk atop his fuzzy head, and headed to her closet, selecting her clothes for the day: a plain tank-top, and a pair of jeans that fit her well enough, before she grabbed the [i]important[/i] stuff: her jewelery. She decked herself out in her normal gear: the ruby pendant necklace, emerald earrings, and diamond tennis bracelet. Now properly equipped for the day, she grabbed the plate of food from her bedside table, pocketing her phone. Her ‘purse’, if you will, was already in Butler’s hands. In reality, it was a large duffle bag, filled with her necessities: largely strawberries, food that wasn’t digusting food crafted in a godforsaken high school cafeteria, a few carefully hidden tiny bottles of alcohol(specifically, brandy), a cotton towel to lay on top of the hot metal bleachers for Alyssa to sit on after cheerleading practice, and a pillow in case the Queen needed a nap. What? High school was boring. She headed toward the garage, eating while she walked and disregarding any crumbs that fell down(a servant would eventually come through and sweep it up for her), and headed toward her underground garage, where Butler waited, the car already running, though Butler stood beside the rear driver’s door. As his charge strolled up to the car, Butler opened the door obediently and Alyssa slid in as she bit into the remaining waffle. They drove away from the house, and within a few minutes, they’d arrived at the school. Alyssa looked out into the parking lot and waved her hand, placing the now empty plate beside herself. [color=708090][b]”Park next to the worst car you can find, no particular reason, I just like to make people feel bad. We’ll be oh so careful not to scratch it...”[/b][/color] Butler shrugged his massive shoulders in response to Alyssa’s orders, but obeyed them regardles, putting the black, 2017, S-Class Mercedes into park next to a similarly black, but not nearly as new or as shiny ‘93 Volvo 240. [color=708090][b]”Delightful. Now, to find Eva.”[/b][/color] It wouldn’t be hard to find for Alyssa to find the princess; she could almost sniff Evalyn out like a hound dog by now. [color=708090][b]”Something about the volleyball team, I’m certain. To the activity fair, unfortunately...”[/b][/color] Alyssa murmured, shaking her head and gesturing for Butler to tag along. And he did, through the halls of the school, to the field. He’d follow her to every class, sit next to her in every class. No one, not the teachers, nor the other students, bothered to ask anymore. It wasn’t like Butler would leave, and the sizable donations from Alyssa’s parents to the highschool kept the staff from complaining. Butler was here to stay. Once they arrived on the scene, with the hustle and bustle of highschool life surrounding them, Alyssa scowled, but zeroed in on the assumed location of her Princess: the volleyball team’s booth. And(per usual), Alyssa was right. There, with her lovely, wavy brown locks, and unfairly good looks(for a freshman at least), was Evalyn Jones. Now knowing where she was headed, Alyssa crossed the field in seconds, people literally stepping out of the way for her before she stood next to Eva. Quickly, Alyssa swooped down and kissed Eva on the cheek, smiling lightly at her. [color=708090][b]”Never fear, [i]macushla.[/i] Your Queen has arrived, you don’t have to spend time with these icky normal people any longer.”[/b][/color] Butler rolled his eyes.[/center]