Danvers — Roleplayer Guild

The Mercedes e-class easily made its way down the quiet road, its sleek black finish and luxury interior seeming out of place amongst the peaceful wooded landscape. Its driver, who was dressed in a crisp suit and a plain black driving cap, drummed his fingers softly against the steering wheel as he tried to pretend that he hadn't noticed the awkward silence emitting from the back seat. The tension was palpable and almost suffocating, especially to the poor chauffeur who was new to the job and unused to such occurrences. He'd been told that the Abernathys were a very respectable family to work for but so far, Mrs. Abernathy had not spoken a single word to him aside from to point out some error in his uniform. Early on in the drive, he had briefly dared to look in the rearview mirror, only to be greeted by a contemptuous smile from the woman's daughter. It had been eery how her gaze perfectly portrayed all of her emotions in that one moment, which seemed to be a mixture of disdain, boredom and something more sinister. He'd found himself quickly looking away, spending the remainder of the journey with his focus fixed firmly on the road ahead. 

A couple of hours later, during which time Dave (as the driver was known to his buddies back home) had been contemplating on whether to find a new job, the car drove up to an impressive-looking victorian house. Of course, he had no idea what the family were doing here, save for the fact that it was some sort of party. He'd had to sign all sorts of waivers and legal documents when he'd been hired by them, and he'd half-joked to himself that it was like he was joining the secret service. Just as he was about to announce their arrival, Mrs Abernathy, or Cassandra as she was also known, chose this moment to finally break the seemingly never-ending silence. 

"Now Summer darling, you must be nice! I won't tolerate you making the others cry. Your sister has done so well to uphold the Abernathy reputation and I won't have you embarrassing us today of all days!" Her voice was sharp and stern as she turned to face her daughter, who begrudgingly tore her gaze away from the window. A lock of perfectly curled ginger hair fell across the girl's shoulder, only to be immediately pushed back in place as she opened her mouth to respond. 

"What are you trying to say, Mother? I'm always nice." Summer aimed a well-practised and seemingly angelic smile towards the older woman as she spoke, her face not betraying the irritation that had immediately begun to rise up within her stomach. "It's not my fault if some people are just overly sensitive. But yes-.." She continued on quickly when she noticed her mothers expression faltering, not wanting to prompt yet another speech. "I promise that I will try and be on my best behaviour. I don't think I could live with myself after all, if I were to ruin your precious reputation." Rolling her eyes, she quickly opened the car door before the driver had a chance to, smoothing out the creases in her yellow & white striped dress as she stood up. Summer, after being given some unwanted advice from a certain sibling, had paired it with white heeled sandals and delicate pearls earrings. Unfortunately, she'd actually liked the overall look, something which only furthered her irritation. 

Her deep brown eyes glanced around the open space as the pair made their way into the throng of the party, ignoring whatever her mother was currently squawking about. She could tell that Cassandra wanted to force her into what was likely to be awkward small talk with some very old and decrepit looking witches, but instead, she darted into the bustling crowd. Summer felt her whole body relax as she strode out of her mother's sight, a smile tugging at the edge of her lips. Finally, she could try and actually enjoy herself. Her stomach rumbled but she decided not to get any food for now - she'd be chastised for grabbing anything more than a salad anyway. Although it was no longer competition season, and she likely wouldn't have time to participate anyway, her mother still acted like it was...probably just to annoy her. 

Pushing thoughts of food out of her mind as she strode past the buffet table, her expression fell when she saw her sister heading straight in her direction. Shit... The last thing Summer wanted to deal with right now was Olive. She'd rather be burnt at the stake. But she was trapped between a rock and a hard place...also known as her family. In a panic and before she could really think about what she was doing, Summer had bitten into the soft pad of her thumb, ignoring the sharp pain that came with the appearance of bright red blood. When Olives gaze passed over where she had been, she would see a young witch with sharply cropped black hair and blue eyes push through the crowd, making her way to the initiates table. She might also have noticed that said witch was wearing the exact same dress as her sister (who had somehow forgotten to change its colour), if not for the convenient distraction of several young witchlings rushing to crowd round at her feet.

Her appearance quickly reverting back to normal, Summer sighed in relief as she strode towards the group of initiates. That had been far too close. As she sat at her allocated seat, she propped her designer sunglasses atop her head before turning to greet the others. Deciding to completely blank the person who was sat beside her (which happened to be Rowan), she smiled at the other two girls who were sat opposite her. "Hi Calypso!" Her smile was polite, although she couldn't help but let out a small chuckle as she looked Dakota up and down. "Oh...I almost didn't recognise you with your hair like that Dakota. You look...nice." If someone knew Summer, they would recognise this as her half-hearted attempt at being nice, although anyone astute enough would easily be able to see through it. In her defence, she was trying, it just wasn't all that great of an effort. 

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Brie held her hands out towards Will as he asked to see them, watching as he began to work on breaking the cord. "You did-..." She began to exclaim as the zip cord snapped, clamping a hand over her mouth when he gestured for her to be quiet. Removing her hand, she mouthed 'sorry' before shooting him an earnest grin. Brie looked much more content now that the restraints were off, apparently being unable to maintain a low mood even under such circumstances. She rubbed at the points on her wrists where the cord had been tightened, a deep red mark present where it had been digging into her skin. Even she thought it was stupid that they hadn't restrained them using something more secure but she wasn't going to question it now. 

"Oh, Powers didn't pick the team. I did." She replied offhandedly to his comment about the team members as she walked around the small cell, still rubbing at her wrists. "Yeah, I'm sure they'll be fine!" Brie repeated her thoughts from earlier, still having no qualms that the pair would be okay. At the mention of Graces powers, Brie just shrugged her shoulders. All she knew was that she could make portals and as soon as the Korean hero had mentioned that math was involved, she had promptly stopped listening. The idea of actually having to do some sort of mental work in order to use your powers seemed terribly boring to Brie. 

"Right. I haven't said this to you yet. You look great, Those heels give you legs for days. And again. I can never be angry with you."

Although she had been momentarily distracted by thoughts of the other heroes, she turned back to Will as he complimented her, a small smile pulling at the edges of her lips. "Thanks!" The abruptness of his praise had surprised her and a tinge of blush began to appear on her cheeks, although she pushed it down before it hopefully was visible. "It's kinda fun to dress up like a mobster. Makes me feel like I'm a spy or something!" This was technically the first undercover mission she'd ever been put on (who knows why) and she couldn't help but take some amusement in the frivolities of pretending to be someone else, even if she had been unable to maintain the facade for very long.

"There is something I want to try...Hopefully it works. And quick. We won't have much time after I start... Can you run? Fuck it. No matter. I'll carry you out of here if I have to."

Brie couldn't help but let out a soft laugh when he offered to carry her. As romantic as that would be, she still had full use of her legs and although she felt a little tired, she knew this would dissipate once the adrenaline kicked in. "It's alright, I can run." She nodded, reaching down to take off her heels. Even without her powers, she was a pretty decent runner but if she made any attempt to do so in these things, she knew she would be face down on the floor within seconds. Holding them loosely by the fingers of one hand, her gaze followed Will as he began to set to work on cutting through the machinery. 

"Woah, great idea Will!" She encouraged eagerly, her eyes fixed on the two streams of water. Luckily she had learnt her lesson and made sure to keep her voice down to a quiet hushed tone. "I think it's gonna work!" It was interesting to watch him use his powers, for he didn't flaunt them often. Her own leant easily to everyday use - turning off a tv, recharging her phone, hotwiring a car etc. Brie loved that she could do these things and consequently, she did them a lot. Will, on the other hand, was far less show-offy in comparison to many of the other A tiers, and she found herself being fascinated when he did use them. 

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