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[hr][b]Location:[/b] Grimm H.S. Gym
[b]Interacting With:[/b] Herself, her thoughts and Ada [@Lady Amalthea][/center][hr]It had been ten long years since Jasmin had set foot anywhere near this place. Ten, mostly, glorious years. It was strange to be back but Jasmin felt particularly at ease for some reason. Her mind flitted to the aftermath of the events of the prom that she never attended. Simone, the largest bane of her high school years, had been murdered the night of senior prom. 

Jasmin hadn’t attended because, well, why would she? She had one friend that was going and she was loved up with Jasmin’s crush. Why would she want to subject herself to that alone? Never mind the countless assholes and jerks that made it their hobby to make her feel like shit. There was no way that she was going to give them yet another opportunity to poke fun at “Blowhard Jazz”. No way, no how.

She had been looking forward to this reunion since the moment graduation had finished. She had made it her aim to come back better than she was in school, not to show any of them up (okay, maybe it [i]was[/i] a little bit for that) but for herself. She had worked and worked on herself for the past decade and she had been through some tougher times than she’d care to admit, but she had made it! She managed to set out and achieve her goals and this reunion was going to be her pay off. Nothing would knock her down! 

She quickly pulled a mirror out of her handbag and checked that her hair was still sitting in place, her fingers deftly pulling at stray strands of hair that had escaped and smoothed them back into her flowing locks. Clapping the mirror shut and slipping it back into her handbag, Jasmin pushed her shoulders back and walked forward with purpose in her sophisticated, yet comfortable, [url=http://demandware.edgesuite.net/aaep_prd/on/demandware.static/-/Sites/default/dw174c8c7b/Reitmans_CA/images/2016/trends/meghan-markle/s16/dress-2-meghan.jpg]LBD[/url] that accentuated her hard earned shape. Her heeled sandals clicked on the path as she made her way towards the Gymnasium. She opened the door gently and looked inside. She spotted a familiar face that actually brought a smile to her own. Ada was here already and no one else was. [i][color=DAF05B]Perfect. Ada is going to be so excited for my silly little idea…[/color][/i] Jasmin opened the door fully and sported the brightest, beaming smile across her face as she walked towards Ada, her [url= http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/img-thing?.out=jpg&size=l&tid=156472141 ]handbag[/url] bounced against her right hip as she made her way towards her old friend.

[color=DAF05B]“Ada! Oh my god I am so happy to see you!”[/color] Her voice was silken with a tone of confidence that never used to be part of Jasmin in high school. Ada was used to her voice however, considering their contact about some cases that Jasmin was assigned and needed help researching for. She opened her arms wide and embraced Ada in a warm, but short hug. It was clear that Jas had something important to share.

[color=DAF05B]“Now I know this is going to sound completely insane, but I have a request for you. I want to run a little experiment. Considering the transformation that you were so certain would happen, I know, I know, I should have listened to you. Anyway, I’m thinking of having some fun with some of your old friends.”[/color] A playfully, wicked smile crept in place of the beam of genuine happiness that had been on display just moments before. [color=DAF05B]“Here is the plan. My name is Jess and I’m a distant cousin of yours that has offered to help you set things up for the reunion. I want to see how many people actually recognise me after all this time. Plus, it’ll just be fun to turn the tables on some people in a less mentally scarring way. What d’ya think?”[/color] She raised an eyebrow, biting her lip in gleeful excitement as she bounced on the balls of her feet. Her hands, clasped in front of her in an almost pleading way.

This was going to be so much fun if Ada agreed. Jasmin had no idea who else was even coming, she knew she had asked Ada to keep her confirmation of attendance a secret without giving much information on the matter but she knew she could count on her to have her back, even if it meant embarrassing some of her friends since it was in an entirely harmless way. She adjusted her silver charm bracelet that was twisted around her left wrist as she awaited her answer.
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