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[sub][url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=89JaCsG3WAE]No rush, I'm good, good, good
Go nuts, we should, should, should[/url][/sub]

Interacted With: Allie [@Neurovoid] 
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All things considered, Nicoletta could not have imagined a better outcome. Honestly, she expected the worst - the cold shoulder, being ignored, and silently mocked for the next four years. And yet not only had her rather awkward introduction gone over well, she had just gone on a little ride on a ferris wheel of all things. With the same person she had been so worried about being judged by. It certainly helped that she, that is Allie, seemed to enjoy herself - unless it was just standard operating procedure for Floridians to hop in ferris wheels witl...relative strangers. 

No, Nicoletta was chalking this up to a successful interaction and, hopefully, the start of some kind of friendship thing. Maybe high school wouldn't be so bad, maybe others were as agreeable and nice as Allie had been. 

But the question was heavy. What next? It was difficult to answer, what next...it came with certain...connotations. No, of course it didn't - there she went again over thinking, over analyzing, instead of just going with the flow, instead of just focusing on the present. The here and now. It was day one. No need to try and force some sort of friendship all at once - they had four years together there would be plenty of time for bonding and friendship bracelets and whatever it was they did. 

[color=sandybrown]"You know...it was really cool meeting you, Allie, I dunno if I said that already..."[/color] Nicoletta's words were sounding less and less strained - a side effect of being generally comfortable around a hopeful friend. [color=sandybrown]"I know I'm not, like, a long time resident or anything but...if you need a tour guide or something...you can text me?"[/color] 

The question was punctuated with Nicoletta taking out her phone, ready to swap numbers even without the go-ahead. [color=sandybrown]"Or like, call or whatever, I pick up..."[/color] No, that was too much. Still, that was proper procedure, right? Friends stay in contact. That's what was next.[/center]

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[sub][url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pCv7CtOafL0]And if I wake up late at night
I know that everything will be alright
Cause crawling round on my roof
Is the woman who is also a mongoose
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Fuckin' with: Jakey [@smarty0114], Mazda Motors [@TheFreeman]
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People were trickling into the carnival proper, which meant two things. The first was that the people running the games were coming out of their shells and actually running the game tents (though she wondered how many would notice a few stolen prizes?), and the second was that students would be arriving. Students who, for the most part, might well be shocked by Cass - and not just because her hands were holding 'earned' prizes and a constant shit-eating sneer. It wasn't all that long ago that Cass was sporting brown hair and potential. 

Still, she welcomed the change and the glances that came with it - from the people who didn't know her to the people who were soon going to wish that they DIDN'T know her, it was all good with her. But the main thing with the students flocking and hovering around the carnival was that someone was going to become an unknowing and unwilling fence. What the hell was she going to do with a balloon animal tiger, some stuffed Minions and animals, and some cheap ass fake tattoos? Cass was a generous sort, someone else would probably appreciate all this shit - probably some uncoordinated person who was trying to impress someone. Cass could swoop in, dump a load of shit in their hands and be on her way. Like a damn cupid or something. 

The trick then was finding the right sort of person. She had people in mind, not individuals but the general type. Someone weak looking, someone stammery, a fellow Freshman, someone who would be overwhelmed and afraid and- [color=deepskyblue][b]"Hey Cass, stealing again? Would mommy or daddy approve?"[/b][/color]

Cass paused, placing the voice to the person before spotting the face. Jacob McKinnon, Jakey-Wakey, a familial and not entirely unwelcome face. A cute face, too, if Cass were being honest - though that was more to do with it also being a forbidden face. Of course, a lot could happen over the course of a year let alone four and if Cass was a gambling girl she'd put odds on there not being a picture of Jakey and Whats-Her-Name in the yearbook under 'Longest Couple'. 

[color=firebrick]"You gonna tell on me, Jakey? You're too clean-cut cutie to turn rat like that. Besides, what moms and pops don't know could fill the fuckin' Grand Canyon."[/color] Cass snickered her response before tossing a little brown bear over to Jacob. [color=firebrick]"Here, give that to your stick-in-the-mud or whatever. Tell her I gave it to you as a sign of my undying love for you. She'll love it."[/color] 

Another snicker, a bit more sinister in tone, sounded before a third party joined the little conversation - and this one cause a rather deliberate eye rolling from Cass. [color=firebrick]"Doing a lotta starin' there, Maz, I'm starting to get the wrong idea here,"[/color] A pause as her piercing eyes glanced back towards Mazdak, ignoring his little references and makeshift taunts. [color=firebrick]"Or maybe it's the right idea with those would-be 'fuck me' eyes."[/color] 

For a moment, Cass considered tossing a stolen prize towards Mazdak but decided against it, only because he didn't seem the type to appreciate it. Not like Jacob or some patsy. [color=firebrick]"I'm surprised you even know who Billy Idol is, what are you like fuckin' forty?"[/color] If Cass were the type to get offended she might have been now, clearly she was going for a more riot grrl-Holly Golightly-meets-Sex Pistols-type vibe, not some Billy Idol blonde...oh...of course, because of the hair. Cute. 

[color=firebrick]"What you want, Maz? Window shopping? Or maybe you're lookin' to join Jakey and I in a bit of a Freshman Fun. You, Jakey, me, rockin' a ferris wheel carriage or somethin?"[/color] Cass was already laughing, in her mind the things she was hinting at were hysterical - and not entirely fabrications. 

[color=firebrick]"Oh, right, also, fuck. That's three times, Maz."[/color][/center]