Altered Tundra

Palm Beach Royals: Senior Year

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_{Collaboration between @Altered Tundra & @HaleyTheRandom
^{Featuring The Parata Men & The Greys, and Principal Chamberlain}}
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The weekend for Ariel had been seemingly uneventful. Work was work, her father was his usual self, and her talk with Kavi… well, it had gone kinda smoothly. She had stayed out of the house as much as she could, but eventually, she had to speak to her father. She woke up Monday morning getting ready for school. It appeared that Trillian had already had left the house, thank the gods. The assembly was a bore. A stupid, unnecessary bore. No doubt the fist fight bit was aimed at her in some aspect. Homecoming had been a train wreck, but shouldn’t they have held this assembly before the dance? Teachers had the best of timing.

Ariel was making her way down the hall towards the lunchroom when Mrs. Chamberlain herself approacher her. “Ms. Grey. I believe we have some business to attend to regarding homecoming. Follow me, please.” With no need to argue, Ariel simply rolled her eyes and followed the older woman as told. “Don’t worry, darling,” Mrs. Chamberlain said. “I’ve already taken the liberty of calling your father. He should be here any moment.”

Don’t worry???

Ariel wasn’t worried until that moment. Granted she knew her father was going to be called in for the meeting regarding her breaking Kavis nose, but the assembly had shoved that fact to the back of her mind. What if Kavis parents wanted to press charges? What if her father flipped in front of everyone? What if - what if -...

Ariel felt her breaths quicken, her chest tightening. There was no need to panic, it was going to be okay. Everything was going to be fine. Nothing was going to happen. She repeated those lines to herself over and over as she made her way to the principal's office - and for a moment they worked. Right up until the moment she walked into the room, Kavi and his father were sitting on one side of the room, her father, looking as pissed off as ever, on the other.

Kavi offered Ariel a small wave, though Kai quickly kicked him on the side of his leg, glaring at him to quit that. They whispered amongst themselves until Mrs. Chamberlain sat across from them. This promptly shut up Kavi and actually made him sit upright. There were few people in this world he was deathly afraid of. One of them was sitting next to him and the other was sitting across from him. Even though his mind wasn’t quite sure where it wanted to focus on the fact that Ariel’s father was sitting no more than three feet from him. Whatever was going through that man’s head, Kavi was wary about directly looking at him. Whether or not what Nikki told him was the truth, it had been in the back of his mind since yesterday and that resulted in Kavi glaring at him somewhat.

As Mrs. Chamberlain coughed and pulled her chair closer to her desk, the sounds of the wheels softly rolling on the wooden floors, she demanded the attention of the parents and their children. “I thank you both for being here. I understand it was a bit sudden but I wanted to personally handle this. I usually hand this off to my Vice Principal, but seeing as how this one of the things I mentioned during today’s assembly, I wanted to handle it myself,” she stated to Kavi, Ariel, and their parents present.

“Well, my wife and myself have already grounded Kavi. Is he in trouble here? Because he’s the victim here. He was the one who got his nose punched in, not the other way around,” Kai stated rather honestly, his brown eyes darting to the young Grey girl and her father, the high-class lawyer.

“Yes. We are aware of how your son is the victim here, Mr. Parata. That is not the issue here. It’s your son’s actions leading up to it that we’re here to discuss.” Before she could get another word, an interruption came from the opposite end of the room.

“Honestly, there were no actions,” Ariel began. “There was a lot of stuff building up over the week--”

” We all know my daughter has the tendency to overreact,” Trillian said, shooting his daughter a glare that clearly stated for her to shut up. ” While I realize that punishment has to be dealt, I hope that you go lenient on Serafina. I must admit that I’m curious, as to what your son did to provoke such a reaction out of my daughter, Mr. Parata,” he finished, leaning back in the chair that he was seated in. Briefly making eye contact with Ariel. Yet another look that meant for her to keep quiet. One that stated not to speak unless spoken to.

The young woman shifted in her seat as well, leaning away from her father and more towards the side that Kavi was seated on. She became very aware of the fading bruise on her neck, nonchalantly adjusting her jacket to cover it.

His head didn’t shift to look directly at Ariel, but Kavi’s eyes did move slightly to see her move her jacket. He was trying his best not to directly gaze at her because of her father. Hearing how he spoke about Ariel really made him understand how the rumors got started. If they were true, this guy who spoke like how he described his own daughter was definitely capable of the same acts but in physical violence instead of verbal.

“I must admit I am perplexed about what led to Ariel punching Kavi as well,” Mrs. Chamberlain admitted, her eyes darting to Kavi and his father.

Just a moment after, Kavi found himself being looked at like he was under a microscope by everyone in the room -- everyone except Ariel, that is. “What? Dad, you know why. And Ariel, you know why as well,” he silently cursed, sighing. “Look, I get I fucked up--"

“I understand it’s tough, but try and remember you’re at school, Kavi,” Mrs. Chamberlain advised him.

“Right. Well, whatever the case, I know I messed up. I paid for it. My nose is busted and yeah, I just don’t get why this is such a big deal. I’m not angry at Ariel,” he said, this time looking directly at her, ignoring her father. “And I’m sure my dad or mom won’t be pressing any charges. So, again, what the hell is the problem here?” At that moment, Kavi found himself looking at Ariel’s father, his brown eyes staring down the older man.

“Your class has been… difficult. The actions at homecoming was something else, and the case between you and Ms. Greys is just one of many reasons for this meeting with your fathers.”

Trillian Grey returned Kavis gaze, unwavering, before turning back to his daughter. ” Well it seems as if I’m a little left out here. Why on earth did you break the Salvador boys nose, Serafina,” he asked sternly, sitting up so his elbows rested on his knees. ” I mean, you’ve had detention a few times, but never anything this serious. So tell me,” he said, his voice raising slightly, ” Why did you break Kavis nose?”

”He… h-he has…”

” He has what, Serafina. Just spit it out.”

Ariel pulled the sleeves of her jacket down into her palms, the young woman suddenly seeming more interested in the edges of her sleeves than anything else. ” Kavi has a reputation f-for being a b-bit of a sleaze, father. He two-timed me and another girl, and we both sort of overreacted, I guess,” she said, careful not to look at the man. She lifted her head, her face beginning to feel warm. All she wanted right now was to be out of this room - to just proceed with her normal school day as usual. ” I’ll accept whatever punishment you see fit, Mrs. Chamberlain. Can we please just get this over with so Kavi and I can go back to class please?”

It was clear to anyone that things were quite different (possibly stricter) for Ariel when it came to her father. Kai felt a little uneasy. Kavi sure as hell didn’t like the way Trillian was speaking to Ariel, not to mention repeatedly calling her Serafina. He just looked at his father who shared his son’s feelings but he was more fit to respond properly than how he knew his boy was about to.

“Is there anything else you want to talk to us about, Mrs. Chamberlain?” Kai asked her.

“Not at this moment. I do think, given what has happened, these two will be serving detention together. I feel it would be for the better. Maybe, with the time spent in a closed space, they will be able to reflect on their actions and might be able to move forward and be better students for it.” She informed the parents and their children. “I believe two weeks of after-school detention will suffice."

“I agree!” Kai smiled, then looked towards Trillian’s way. “What do you say, Mr. Grey? Instead of bringing the law into this and making things worse for our two kids, how about we just let the school handle it?” He asked him.

It was true that Trillian didn’t want the law involved, though if he had it his way, something else would have been done. Then again, in Mr. Grey's case, there was always an alternative method of punishment. With the adults seeming to come to a conclusion, Ariel felt her chest untighten just a bit. Trillian only nodded in agreement.

“Very well. Ariel, Kavi, you two may go to lunch. I still have a few things to discuss with your fathers,” Mrs. Chamberlain informed them, giving the teens that much-needed break from the jailhouse (as the kids called it).

Kavi felt a wave of relief pass through him and gave Principal Chamberlain a smiling nod as he left. “See ya later, pops!”

Topic of the Day/Week/Whatever

I have a few that are almost equally as horrible, but I suppose my biggest is communication (or lack thereof). Whether life gets busy or not, I feel like if someone doesn't communicate with you one way or the other, there's bound to be problems. And no, I'm not bitching about one specific person. Over my 10+ years of roleplaying, I've noticed this get on a lot of people's nerves. And equally so, I've seen it kill many roleplays. some of them I was in and some were roleplays that shouldn't have died so quickly.

I just think it doesn't take much to write an "I can't post right now" message to whoever is the GM of whatever roleplay in question.

Olympus Academy // A School for Demigods and Demigoddesses

@TootsiePop Dylan's accepted even though that Set It Off theme is sooooo meta.

@NeoAC Fuck the Jersey Shore! Also, Mia is accepted!

Post a random fact about yourself.

I like eggs.

Olympus Academy // A School for Demigods and Demigoddesses

Same goes for @Caasicam's character. Nothing overtly wrong with them nor anything wrong. All good in my book.

Olympus Academy // A School for Demigods and Demigoddesses

@TootsiePop @Allycat #Accepted <3

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Couldn't think of a creative title.

Anyhow, I'm Kaiden. Nice to meet you. Not much to know about me really, other than I enjoy the Dark Souls franchise. That and I enjoy writing a fair bit.

See ya around

@Iron

Ironically, your title is the most creative I've seen. So kudos to you for that.

but yes, welcome to the guild!

Raindale University For Witches [+18]

_{l o c a t i o n • a l l o v e r c a m p u s i n t e r a c t i o n s • k a r i n a // m e r i d i t h // n a d i a@Allycat@QueenNugget@CosmicComet}

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“The early bird gets the worm.”

Ozzy repeated those words to himself over and over again since being up before the beautiful sun rose and graced the campus of Raindale with its golden brilliance. He was even up before the clouds broke for that first crack of pre-sunlight. He couldn’t recall when exactly his eyes first opened and he went to shower and groom his hair enough to be presentable. He not only made a break from out of the male dormitory but the always friendly, always morning person Ozzy Marinos made a break for the forest where he knew a special friend of his was waiting for him.

Walking to the center of the woods, Ozzy raised up his left arm-- the dominant one -- and with it, came specs of green following the motions he made. He did this a few times with both arms and before long, the roots of the trees surrounding him began to slowly rise. It was to the point where semi-thick roots spawned into a few others and as he twisted his body, turning around a few times until he found a dancing rhythm, a small wall of wooden branches had formed around him.

And then, as he brought his arms back close to him, bent elbows and all, he pushed his arms forward and in a split second, the exact opposite happened. Instead of the wall of wood following his motion, Ozzy saw them crumble into dirt that covered his black dress shoes. It even got on his button-up shirt and his slacks.

“Well, that was a bust!” The always supportive voice of his familiar said, appearing from behind a tree about three feet away from Ozzy and his pile of dirt. “Were you trying to harm these trees again?” Spiked asked, taking a seat in front of Ozzy and on the dirt, the distinct noise of something the caucasian warlock knew all too well: a burst of air from his behind.

“You caught me. I saw that in last year’s advanced textbook and I managed to memorize it. I just can’t get the timing down.” Despite his failure, Ozzy spoke rather positively. “Ah, well a task for another time.”

Spike shook his head. “Of the time I’ve known you, you’ve never shown anger for your failures. Why is that?” Asked his familiar, perplexed at his master.

“Well, Spike, this is how I see it: I know that the next time will be better. So I don’t get mad; I just achieve to be better.”

It was clear that Ozzy’s positivity was annoying him. “You’re weird, Ozzy. But I suppose that comes with the territory of being you,” Spike laughed, getting up and proceeding to walk back. “You better hurry up. Doesn’t breakfast start right about now?”

“Oh!”

Ozzy couldn’t believe just how much time passed. From how long it took him to travel to the forest and then prepare the spell, he had completely spaced on the time. The sun was already out, so he knew he had to hurry it up. His legs carried him as fast as they could. Luckily for Ozzy, his stamina was one of the things about him that made him an impressive young man. He could sprint for close to five minutes without losing any steam, but he pushed himself to seven minutes and the rest was a steady jog.

As he came to the view of the campus, he knew where he was. The girl’s dormitory was to his left and if he went through their side of the courtyard, he could casually waltz into the cafeteria with just enough time for his lungs to catch up with his brain’s desire to get food.

As the young warlock came to the cafeteria filled with students, most of them looking less alive than he knew them to be. But then again, waking up so early would do that to even the most of the early risers. Ozzy himself was starting to feel the early morning catch up to him. But thank the heavens for it being hashbrown day! He sure loved them.

With food on his mind, Ozzy whisked away to the line, carrying himself a plate, and getting the regular of breakfast items: a hashbrown patty, three maple sausage links, some scrambled eggs, and an apple to keep the witch doctor away. Pair that with some sweet, hazelnut coffee and Ozzy was a happy camper.

And speaking of camping! The man found a spot at a table with some people he recognized, though the awkwardness soon set in when he saw Imani. But, like all Marinos men he was, if nothing else, chill about a lot. After giving her a smile, he chose to join the table where two beautiful ladies such as Karina, Meredith, and Nadia were sitting at. “Well, good morning ladies!” His smile was wide as he took a seat relatively near them. “I hope you two slept well. I, myself, got up before our dearest sun did.” He spoke mindlessly as he took a sip of his coffee with a bite of pork sausage to nurture his throat with its grease.

Olympus Academy // A School for Demigods and Demigoddesses

@Altered Tundra Interested. Has there been a change in the available slots recently?

@Renny

Yoo! WEll, as it stands right now, we've got two slots that have not had a claim/interest stated: Son of Hestia and Daughter of Hermes.

Palm Beach Royals: Senior Year

_{A Collaberation between @Altered Tundra & @eclecticwitch
F e a t u r i n g S t e l l a & P e n n y}

After the rush and thrill of picking out swimsuits, accessories and whatever else Penny decided they needed, she lead the way out of the door and into the hot pink Porsche Donny had bought her. She hopped into the driver's seat and started her up. The beautiful beast purred to life with a rumble and Penny turned to Stella with a huge grin on her face. “You ready, darling?”

The confirming sound of a slammed door was the first thing that Penny should take as Stella’s nonverbal ‘yes’, but as she brought her brown eyes to Penny’s, she gave nothing but a calm, happy smile to her friend. “Yep, yep, yep!” She happily said back to Penny. “Let’s go hit the beach! I’m so ready to soak in some rays!”

“Me too,” she said, perhaps with a bit too much enthusiasm. She was desperate to get Stella away from this house. Within moments they were driving off, sun shining and the top down. The wind blew Penny’s hair and made the curls absolutely wild! She pulled an iPod out of a little compartment and handed it over to Stella. “Play whatever you want!” she shouted, the wind sweeping most of it away.

Had Stella not already had practical bed hair, she would’ve been up in arms about her chocolate hair flying all over the place. But honest to every god in every religion, she was having too much fun. With verbal permission from her friend, Stella chose to stick to what she felt was the perfect road trip song to the beach. Even though it would only take them ten or so minutes, Stella took it upon herself to switch to the pop radio station that Penny seemed to have programmed. To her surprise, it was the same one she listened to.

“Oh my God, you listen to The Claw 99.3 as well!?” Stella gasped at the top of her lungs, mostly due to how the wind forced her to practically scream.

“Hell yeah babycakes!” The two girls jammed out on a short trip to the beach. Penny was feeling better, her smile was more honest, which was something Stella took notice almost immediately. Once there she parked the car and grabbed the bag she had brought with them which held essentials. “Where to?” she asked, gesturing to the expanse of sand.

“Oh!”

Without even thinking, Stella saw the perfect spot right by where the water was. It was maybe a yard and a half away. Most importantly, her eyes homed in on how nobody took the spot. It was just too perfect. The sun was shining and it wasn’t too humid, either. Usually, Florida humidity was a common thing this time of year (Which Penny’s hair was often too happy to communicate), but on this particular Sunday, it was low and cool. Plus, the breeze coming in from the ocean was just what the girls needed to relax fully.

Stella absentmindedly took hold of Penny’s hand and led her to the spot. Quickly when they arrived, Stella would once again take the initiative by taking the blanket that Penny had packed into her bag and lay it out (with Penny’s help of course). When it was secure on the sandy beach, she sat down on her knees and smiled at her friend. “It’s so nice out here, isn’t it?” She asked cheerfully.

Penny flipped off the hat that she had placed on her head in the brief moments from car to blanket and laid back rather dramatically. “I’m ready for my close up, Mister Demille,” she said cheerfully as she posed, one arm holding her up and the other holding the hat aloft. Her legs were crossed sensually across the blanket. After a moment longer, she collapsed backward with a small laugh. It was just what she needed.

She looked up at Stella, the sound of the waves lapping against the shore. “Love,” she asked lightly, “If you could be anywhere in the world, where would you be?”

“Paris, France,” Stella said without even so much as thinking about it.

“My dreamy romantic,” she replied and closed her eyes for a minute. Penny enjoyed the rays of the sun and the warmth of the day. A day away from a weekend she was already dreading. “Why France?”

“Well, I come from French ancestry. I’m not sure if you knew that. My father’s family comes from France. My father's ancestor s who would be my ancestors, too, originated from a small town called Sauveterre.” When Stella spoke, the slightest hint of a French pronunciation came through her normal feminine voice. “We still have some relatives that live there even though most of my cousins live in Paris. I just want to go there as soon as I can. I miss seeing Annabelle,” she somewhat muttered to herself.

As Stella spoke, Penny could hear her going back to the places she had visited before. She lay on the blanket, chin propped up on an upturned palm and just watched the young woman nearly reminisce. “Mmm, it sounds delightful. I wish I had something like that. All that family and history.”

Though she was still smiling, Stella became mindful of Penny and tried to cool it back a bit. “Where is your family from Penny? I’d love to know!”

How could she answer that honestly without souring the mood? Penny sat up and stared at the waves. The silence dragged on. She didn’t want to lie to Stella and that was the true struggle. Had it been anyone else she could have come up with something, anything to deflect. She cared far too much about this girl to lie to her. Penny turned her face and studied Stella for a moment. “They all passed away,” she finally responded. “All that is left is Don. And he’s not even blood.”

Stella was drawing a blank as she trying to unconfuse herself. “Was Don the one I met earlier?” Stella asked her friend.

“Oh, yeah. Yeah, he was.”

Admittedly, Stella was more relieved to hear that confirmation that she let on. She grinned happily for Penny. If not to hide her own whirling thoughts about how weirded out she was seeing that kiss between Penny and her non-blood relative, Donny, then just to preserve the overall enjoyment she felt being with Penny and having fun beachside.

And that’s when Stella, instead of wanting to pursue the thought in her mind about Donny, she had decided to focus on how amazing the water looked. “Y’know, I’m half tempted to take a dip,” she smiled through her words. “Though, maybe I should put on some sunblock.” The rare moment of a mindful Stella reached into Penny’s bag. She knew she saw sunblock in there before they left her house.

A quick rub of sunblock all over her body, Stella stood up and offered to do the same for Penny - at least her back. Once it was done and once Penny was able to do that as well, she smiled at her friend. “Let’s hit the water!”