IllAdvised
Friday October 4, 2013
The wind whipped through Cal's hair as he drove, the top on the Volvo had been retracted into its trunk with the simple push of a button. Having dropped Bryce off at his house, Cal turned off the highway onto one of Kilbride's main streets as he ventured into the Historical District, heading towards his legal guardian's home. After the death of his mother just under two years ago and his father's admission into the Murdoch Mental Hospital, Cal was left in the legal care of his father's best friend and former college room mate. That said, Cal's father wasn't his only living relative, his father's parents lived in Mississippi while his mother's parents lived locally in Kilbride. His mother's father, Alan Faulkner was even running in the Mayoral Election that was currently ongoing. However Cal had never been close with his grandparents, the Fitzroys due to the distance and the Faulkners due to their disapproval of their daughter marrying a Fitzroy. The feud between the two families was as old as the city itself, and only got worse when the Faulkners absorbed the Murdochs through marriage.
Technically that made Cal the only living descendant of all three of Kilbride's founding families. His history teacher had found it fascinating during his limited venue in the course through sophomore year but behind that Cal saw no significance to it. Though the way he figured it, he was set to inherit a rather large sum of money once his grandparents passed away. Not that he would wish that upon either set of his grandparents. Tapping his brakes as the black car went up over the small curb into the condo's parking lot, Cal steered the car into his usual parking spot beside Landon's black Charger before putting the car's top back up. Slinging his bags over his shoulder, Cal moved across the parking lot quickly before swiping his access card and entering into the large building.
Moving past the elevator, Cal rushed up the stairs. He had a thing against elevators, personally never liking the sensation that it created when moving, but often kept that to himself as most people accused him of being afraid of elevators. It wasn't that Cal was afraid, it was just that he didn't enjoy them. Bursting out of the stairwell, Cal dropped from his brisk jog into a walk before opening the door to Landon's condominium. The daily run up and down the stairs kept Cal in a decent shape, but he also enjoyed going for runs and doing other light sports. Cal and Bryce often went to Thistle Park to toss around a football.
"Who won the game?" Landon's voice rang out clearly across the apartment. Sometimes he forgot that Cal wasn't a suspect but rather his 'god son' returning home from a school football game. The voice carried that law given authority one would use to ensure the accused knew who was in charge.
"Home team of course! Don't worry, I was asked about you, they still say you should have gone pro y'know?" Cal said as he walked into the kitchen and pulled open the fridge. The satisfying hiss of a soda can opening filled the small space, taking a whiff of the Cherry Coke before he swigged back a long sip, Cal smiled as the sweet liquid washed over his taste buds.
"I'm happy doing what I am. Helping people out, protecting innocents and putting away bad guys. All that fun stuff." Landon said as he grabbed himself a Cherry Coke.
"In this city? How much traction are your wheels really getting? I mean Kilbride has one of the highest violet crime rates in all of North America. If not world wide, I mean we're what a real Gotham would look like with less gargoyles." Cal took another drink of his soda before continuing his thoughts. "I mean in this city, how many other honest cops are their? Is there even enough of you to fill a squad, half the city is bought off and the most of the other half is oblivious to it.When the mob isn't running the city, the drug cartels are bleeding it dry. I'm not saying the police are useless, I'm just saying we need a more effective method, there may as well be a revolving door on our prison."
"Cal," Landon paused as the larger man put his hand out towards Cal. "I understand what you're saying, but there's not much you can do besides full scale vigilantism. And we all know that never goes well. Anyways, I'm running late and you have to get ready for your date tonight." The man finished saying as he grabbed his gun belt and strapped it to his work clothes.
"How did yo...?" Cal asked as Landon cut him off.
"Detective!" Landon said with a wide smirk as he disappeared out the door of the condo. Giving his head a shake, Cal chugged back the last of his Cherry Coke before he went to his bedroom to find something to wear. It was a real shame he hadn't asked Sam what colour of dress she would be wearing tonight.
Straightening the lapels on his vest before pulling a blazer over the crimson garment, Cal admired himself in the mirror one last time as he straightened his tie. A quick text to Sam had solved his worry of not being able to match as she thankfully had chosen a red dress. Adorning himself with a black dress shirt and pants, combined with a scarlet tie and vest Cal finished it all off with sleek blazer. Pulling his sleeve up, Cal quickly fastened his 'Glitch Device' to forearm before buttoning up his cuff and putting the sleeve back in place. Quickly locking up the condo as he grabbed his keys, Cal walked about three doors down the hallway before rapping his knuckles against the door.
The door in question opened with a creak as a balding middle aged man answered it, looking down as he scaled up Cal.
"Can I help you Caleb?" Kirk Russells asked, fully knowing full well who Cal was, his mother's murder had been all over the media when she had died. Rebecca Michaels had after all been a rather high profile citizen especially now that her own father was riding on her murder to ensure he would be voting into office.
"I'm here to pick up Samantha for our Homecoming Dance." Cal replied with a small smile. Kirk had always been apathetic towards Cal's relationship with his daughter. Perhaps Kirk had always known of Cal's romantic interest in Sam or perhaps it was more mutual than Cal knew. Then again, perhaps Kirk was just protective of his 'baby girl'.
"Oh Caleb you look so handsome!" The voice of a woman came from around the corner as Samantha's mother Carol walked up to her husband. "Samantha! Caleb is here!"
"Coming Mother!" Sam's voice rang out from down the hallway. Cal looked up just as she emerged, a hushed 'Wow' escaping from his mouth as he gazed upon her. Sam's hair was lightly curled and it bounced around her face showing off the earrings she had chosen. Her body was tightly wrapped in a short red dress and on her feet gold stiletto heels which nearly made her as tall as Cal.
"How do I look?" Sam asked with a bubbling smile as she twirled around in front of her three admirers.
"It looks a little short." Kirk mumbled before smiling and hugging his daughter. "That aside you look like a princess Samantha." Looking at Cal, Kirk half smiled as he dropped his voice. "We'll be keeping our hands to ourselves tonight I presume Mr. Fitzroy?"
"Yes Sir." Cal said saluting with one of his hands before he brought a bouquet of flowers out from behind his back, presenting a dozen white roses to Sam and holding a single one out to her mother. "Thank you for allowing your daughter to attend the dance to with me tonight."
"Where's my rose?" Kirk retorted with a gruff laugh as Sam's face lit up with a huge grin at the roses.
"Finally a gentleman!" Carol added with her own grin as she took the rose Cal held out for her. "Now hurry and stand together by the mantle I want pictures." Sam looked at Cal with a smirk as he reluctantly went over to the mantle putting on his most photogenic face.
The Volvo came to a stop as Cal put the car into park. After what felt like an hour of photos, he and Samantha had finally been released to continue onto their way to the dance, but not without a stern warning from Kirk about coming straight home from the dance and ensuring their plans were to stay at the dance for its whole duration. Reaching into the back seat of the car, Cal pulled out a corsage that he had picked up for Sam.
"I'm hoping this will go along with your dress." Cal said as he held out the white orchid corsage towards Sam. Opening the plastic container that held it, Sam put her wrist towards Cal with a smile.
"Would you do the honour?"
"My pleasure," Cal said as he picked up the wristlet and put it over the Sam's small wrist. Stepping out of the car, Cal walked around to the passenger side as he opened the door and extended his arm fro Sam. Happily accepting, she began to walk with Cal as the pair entered into the school. Once inside they were treating to the pounding bass that echoed from the gymnasium which had been converted into a dance floor for the remainder of the evening. The beats of the familiar pop songs made even Cal begin to tap his foot as they entered into the gym, people everywhere moving their bodies along with the rhythm.
"C'mon Cal!" Sam said with a laugh as she dragged Cal into the center of the room. As they danced, or in Cal's case, attempted to, Cal's eyes darted around the room constantly moving back and forth as he took in his surroundings. Nodding to Bryce as his friend waved from a few feet away, Cal laughed as Sam did some 'old school' dance moves to the latest Britney Spears hit.
After about five upbeat songs, the first slow song of the night came on and Cal extended his hands to Sam who guided them to where they belonged on her waist. Swaying back and forth to the power ballad, Cal smiled as he wondered how tonight could get any better and how he couldn't believe his luck. Just as he was getting lost in his thoughts, the song changed to a distinct club beat as the strobe lights in the gym cued up with the music.
Just as suddenly as the music had changed the lights suddenly went out and screams could be heard from the front doors of the school. Gunfire echoed from the hallway as students screamed, the doors to the gym were slammed shut as men dressed in all black and wearing animal masks over their faces entered into the gym, guns raised above their head as they squeezed the trigger firing off warning shots.
"Ladies and Gentlemen!" The man's voice was accented and stressed as he spoke. "We are tonight's entertainment!" He pulled the trigger on the submachine gun in his hand as he adjusted the fox mask on his face. Students all around the gym screamed as they instinctively ducked. Cal himself shielding Sam as she tugged on his blazer trying to get him to duck despite the fact Cal was defiantly resisting her.
"Scum." He hissed under his breath as he lowered his body to shield Sam further.
"See," Fox Face began, "To my understanding there's a drug problem here at Kilbride College Academy, the problem is you all are buying from somebody else. See we've worked really hard to meet your supply and demand and we even came here tonight to make you an offer you all can't refuse. In fact, I've got a big ol' bag of Ecstasy here with me. And I'm willing to turn your little 'dance' into a full blown rave. But you all need to do me a favour." Suddenly he pointed his gun towards the nearest student. "Hand over your valuables, you want to deal then you pay the price. You cut into our profits and now we'll ensure you regret it. Anyone who wants to resist will find out I negotiate aggressively." Suddenly he squeezed the trigger cutting the student down where he had been standing, the smell of his blood causing those standing beside him to gag as cries and screams echoed through the gym.
"Get down and crawl towards the auditorium." Cal muttered to Sam who didn't hesitate as she dropped to her knees and began to crawl towards the back wall of the gym. On the other side of that wall was a maintenance hallway that linked the gym and the auditorium, normally the hallway was off limits to students but Cal knew of it from stealing blueprints when he had been working on a case for a class mate. Avoiding detection of the animal masked assailants Cal and Sam slowly made to the wall where Cal quickly opened the door. The hallway wasn't lit so it didn't draw the attention of the gunmen allowing the pair to safely enter. Once instead, Cal locked the door as he rolled his sleeve up and activated the LED light on his Glitch Device. Pulling off his jacket, Cal stuffed it at the bottom of the door before flicking on the hallway light. Finding a couple folding chairs, Cal quickly arranged a couple to ensure the door to the hallway would be incredibly hard to open.
"Cal what are we going to do?" Sam asked, Cal could tell she was fighting back tears but her resolve was still strong. She was doing well in terms of looking calm. Cal himself was screaming on the inside but he remained unfazed on the outside.
"I don't know, but we can't allow them to rob hundreds of students." He said lamenting as he slumped to the ground. Thinking through his options, Cal didn't see them as being too good. "I need to get to the science wing, it we have any chance of getting out of this I can assemble something in there. At the very least I'll be able to create a distraction."
"So what are we waiting for, lets go!" Sam said wiping her eyes before Cal stood up and held out a hand stopping her.
"I need you to stay safe, I don't want you leaving this hallway." Cal said as he rolled up his other sleeve, loosening his tie and vest off.
"Cal, you can't do this alone!" Sam protested as Cal shook his head.
"No I can't, keep an eye on the dance floor for me. Give me your cell for a second." He asked as she handed the phone to him. Activating the Bluetooth on the device, Cal linked the phone with Glitch. "There, our phones will work like walkie talkies now. If there's anything significant happening in the gym let me know." Cal ordered as he turned to leave before Sam stopped him one last time before kissing him on the cheek.
"For luck." She whispered as Cal went red before rushing up the stairs towards the science labs.
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Friday October 4, 2013
Still reeling in the shock of Sam going to the dance with him, Cal didn't notice the dance team and their half time show until it was almost over. Quickly recovering as he tore his eyes away from Sam, he quickly snapped a couple shots of the dance team and their snazzy white masks.
"Those masks are kind of creepy. I have to wonder though, how much peripheral vision they have in those things? Like if your buddy beside you missteps do you truly see it?" Cal paused as he looked over to Bryce who was clearly more interested in paying attention to something else. "You don't even know which one of them is Steph, you're clearly just drooling over all of them." Cal quipped with a slight elbow to his friend's ribs.
"Don't need to know which one is Steph, I like figuring it out. See by watching the movement of their 'Come Hither' hips and the supple shape of their assets, I can determine which one is the beautiful lady I so seek." Bryce said adopting a brutal English accent.
"You couldn't deduce which one Steph was if she was grinding on your lap with that mask on. Besides, how are you ever going to have a chance with her when the only thing you've ever said to her was 'Hey' all sultry before freezing up and just staring awkwardly."
"You promised not to mention that again!" Bryce shot back with a quick punch to Cal's upper arm. "It was an off day for me! Even Batman has them man."
"Whatever," Cal mumbled as he rubbed his arm before turning his head to where the girl was now standing talking to another familiar face. "Look their number ended and she's down there talking with Roanna. Why don't you go offer to get her a drink or something, I'm sure she's parched after dancing."
"Maybe I will!" Bryce retorted with a grin as he stood up. Taking a deep breath, he stuck his thumb in his mouth as he pumped out his chest and flexed his arms. Bryce wasn't exactly a scrawny nerd, he was more broad than Cal but he wasn't an athlete either. That said no one would mistake him for being overweight. What Bryce appeared to be was a lot of potential for a boxer like build, he just loved Doritos and video games too much to bother attempting it. Jumping down a few bleachers, Bryce made a beeline for the gridiron. Looking around the stadium, Cal examined the faces of the other students and even members of the community that were gathered there today. Snapping a few pictures, Cal noticed that the new kid, Thomas Campbell was it, was leaving the stadium. Apparently he didn't care for the game or didn't have much interest in it. Looking down at his camera, he scrolled back through the pictures noting how even the roof tops in the background seemed to draw some focus to themselves. Not enough to distract from the focal point of his pictures but enough to say 'Hey we're here, look at us.' Pausing on one particular picture, Cal zoomed in only to be surprised by the discovery of a person standing on the roof. In subsequent shots she was suddenly gone. Though intrigued, Cal's thoughts immediately brought elsewhere as he remembered Bryce had gone to talk to Steph. Smiling, Cal looked down towards where Bryce should be before catching sight of a familiar golden head. Across the pathway, Cal spotted Sam as she made her way back to where he and previously Bryce had been standing. Smiling, Cal knew Sam thought she got along with Roanna and Steph, or at the very least they were amicable acquaintances, however Cal had a feeling that Roanna especially harbored some sort of ill feelings towards Sam. It was likely that Steph reflected these feelings in support of her friend which could make things interesting. Holding up his camera, Cal played around with the zoom as he snapped a picture of Sam before watching Bryce run towards Steph.
Hopping off the bleachers, Bryce landed on the ground with about as much grace as an elephant. Staggering as he took a step forward, he smiled smugly at Sam as she rolled her eyes with a laugh, like Cal she knew of Bryce's crush on the younger girl and his previous failed attempts to 'woo' her. Pausing to catch his breath before he spoke, Bryce gave a quick wave to the pair of girls as Sam walked by.
"Don't let this one fool you ladies, he thinks he's as sly as fox, but really he's just a teddy bear." Sam remarked with a wink as she jabbed Bryce on the way by. "Oh and Steph, I really liked your latest piece! Ms. McCalister had it put up outside the art room, the emotion in it was amazing and I loved your use of color." With a quick wave, Sam continued on her wave. "Hope to see you both at the dance tonight!"
Bryce forced a grin as Sam antagonized him before he turned to Roanna and Steph to address them himself. "Hey guys, err umm gals? I mean, umm" He paused before attempting to recover himself. "Hey, sup?" Bryce could feel his ears going red and out of the corner of his eye he could tell that Cal was definitely laughing at him from up on the bleachers.
"Anyways, I came over here to ask Steph, not that I don't like talking to you Ro, I mean you're always a good conversationalist in math. But umm, Steph has anyone asked you..." Suddenly he froze up, his mind going blank. Steph was looking at him while he searched for the words. "Has anyone ever asked you if that's your natural hair color?" Idiot Bryce muttered inwardly. "Not that I don't doubt the carpet..." Hardwood "I mean that's not what I meant..." Shaking his head, Bryce finally spit out the words he was looking for. Kind of... "I mean, has anyone offered to get you a drink, you must be thirsty after all that ass... dancing. After all that dancing." Bryce said with a smile as he tried to recover himself. Please kill me now, meteor strike, spontaneous combustion, stroke? Anything please!
"How's he doing?" Cal looked up to the source of the female voice as Sam sat down beside him.
"I think the Titanic fared better against an iceberg." Cal said with a smirk as he showed Sam a zoomed in picture of Bryce's beet red ears. "I take it you didn't give him any help while you were down there?"
"Nope!" Sam said innocently as she popped a kernel into her mouth with a satisfied crunch. "He could probably do better anyways. Not that I have anything against Steph, I just feel like putting her and Bryce together would be like dropping a Mentos into Diet Coke. Oh on that note," Sam held out a Cherry Coke towards Cal. "I got you something anyways. Figured you must like the stuff since I rarely see you drinking anything else."
"Oh thanks!" Cal said slightly surprised as he scrambled for his wallet. "How much do I owe you?"
"Oh don't worry about it! You're picking me up tonight anyways, so consider it gas money or something." Sam said with a giggle as she tossed another piece of popcorn into her mouth.
"Yes but that doesn't mean you owe me." Cal replied as he held out a couple dollars towards Sam. "You don't take this now and I might be forced to take you out to dinner before the dance."
"Oh my, dinner and dancing! When I can I expect the ring Caleb?" Sam quipped back as she forced a Southern drawl into her speech. "I haven't even introduce you to dear old Daddy yet.
"You know me, I'm old fashioned like that." Cal said with a smile as Sam burst out laughing.
"You old fashioned?" Sam pointed towards the touch screen device strapped to Cal's wrist. "Last I checked you were always ahead of the curve, at least in technology." She paused as she mockingly scanned his outfit. "Fashion meh... Not so much I'm afraid."
"Ouch, that gets me right here." Cal said holding a hand to his chest before Sam suddenly jumped up cheering as the Wraiths scored another touch down. Standing up himself, Cal snapped a couple of rapid shots as he watched Cliff Ryder, the team's quarterback do his little touch down dance. Naturally he had got it in by running the ball, but who could blame him after all; 'No one can catch a Wraith'.
The sound of heavy breathing caught Cal's attention as both he and Sam turned around to a red faced Bryce.
"I need to leave, I can't take this anymore." He said shaking his head. "Lets get out of here, I fear half the football team might come after me for talking to Steph."
"Don't you think you're over reacting a little?" Sam asked with a raised eyebrow as Cal slid his camera away into his bag and walked over to Bryce giving his friend a pat on the back.
"Allow me to humor you, I think I got enough pictures anyways for us to leave. Six tonight then Sam?"
"You got it Pontiac, don't be late, a girl hates to be kept waiting." Sam replied with a wide grin as Bryce stood up with a grin of his own.
"Then how come girls always keep a g..Ooph!" He groaned as Cal delivered a quick elbow to his stomach. Bryce doubled over half wheezing and laughing as Sam rolled her eyes at the two boys.
"Come on Sly," Cal said with a groan as Bryce followed after him while Sam waved goodbye to the two boys.
Walking out to the parking lot with Bryce tagging behind him, Cal looked around the multitude of cars as he searched for his own. His ears twitched as he caught muffled voices and he turned to see a small group of students attempting to be out of sight as they talked under the bleachers.
"Drug deal." Cal muttered as Bryce caught up to him and followed Cal's gaze.
"Aw yeah, they're the new guys in town. I heard from a real stoner friend of mine they bought the stuff on a trip down to California and have been slowly selling it off since they got back. Supposedly they're setting up a deal to travel there every weekend now and get this, they sell it cheaper than the Fierros." Bryce said in a hushed voice as he leaned towards Cal slightly. Turning his gaze slightly, Bryce noticed a van by the ongoing deal shaking back and forth. "Man, someone is a lot luckier than us." Bryce said with a laugh as Cal groaned and pulled out his camera, walking over to the vehicle before setting the flash off rapidly as he put the camera against the various windows. Before he had time to laugh about it with Bryce though, a rough yell caught his attention.
"Ya filthy narcs!" A rough looking teenager had departed from the group and had made a beeline for Cal and Bryce, the others not following too far behind. "Cough over the camera now and no one gets hurt." The three others behind the leader grinned wickedly as they sized up Cal and Bryce.
"We didn't take pictures of you and your posse man!" Bryce said as he stepped forward puffing his chest out. "Why don't you guys go back to your little deal and we'll pretend we didn't..." *CRACK*. Bryce toppled to the ground as the dealer sucker punched him. Cal looked up at the dealer recognizing the man as Luke Bard, resident bully and wannabe gang banger at Kilbride College Academy. Luke wanted nothing more than to drop out of school and join one of the gangs around the city making it quite clear he found them to be the most profitable career in the city. Looking behind Luke, Cal nodded towards Brad Simmons, Luke's personal lackey, the other two with them must have been their prospective customers.
"Oh hey Brad," Cal said with a sarcastic wave before turning to Luke. "Should have known your personal butt monkey wouldn't be far behind. So tell me, when you guys shower after gym, which one of you drops the soap." Luke took a step forward, kicking sand at Bryce as he did so, but Cal continued to mock the larger teen. "I'm willing to bet it's you Luke, I know, I know, you want everyone to believe that it's Brad but it's so clear to me that being dominant in public must be exhausting for you so sometimes it must be nice to be the bi..." Cal groaned as Luke buried his fist into Cal's stomach before pushing Cal backwards onto the ground.
"You think you're so clever Fitzroy, maybe you even think you're funny. But at the end of the day, you're nothing but a little nerd who can't fight his own battles. Where's your cop friend now? Ain't nobody going to save you here, just you and m..." *BTZAP*. The loud crackle of electricity filled the air as Cal brushed himself off. Flicking the tazer in his hand off, Cal looked down at Luke as he flopped around on the pavement like a fish out of water. Looking up at Brad, Cal smiled through a grimace as he pointed to the body.
"If you're lucky, he might vibrate for you tonight." Extending a hand, Cal helped Bryce up as the other teen placed a hand on his aching jaw. "Not a good day for you pal, I'm hoping you get lucky tonight." Looking back, Cal watched Brad picked Luke up only for the latter to push him off and flop to the ground again. Their customers meanwhile stood waiting not really sure what to do.
"Ugh lets just get out of here. I need ice... and pizza." Bryce groaned as he opened the passenger seat door on Cal's Volvo while Cal himself climbed in the driver's seat and started the vehicle. Backing up, Cal pushed the pedal down as they left the school parking lot swerving into the middle of the road to avoid a car that had parked on the edge of the street.
"Why would he park there." Cal muttered as he looked back in his rearview at the driver who was casually staring out the window of the older muscle car. Deciding it wasn't worth his attention at the moment Cal decided to focus on the night ahead and his date with Samantha.
Friday October 4, 2013
Still reeling in the shock of Sam going to the dance with him, Cal didn't notice the dance team and their half time show until it was almost over. Quickly recovering as he tore his eyes away from Sam, he quickly snapped a couple shots of the dance team and their snazzy white masks.
"Those masks are kind of creepy. I have to wonder though, how much peripheral vision they have in those things? Like if your buddy beside you missteps do you truly see it?" Cal paused as he looked over to Bryce who was clearly more interested in paying attention to something else. "You don't even know which one of them is Steph, you're clearly just drooling over all of them." Cal quipped with a slight elbow to his friend's ribs.
"Don't need to know which one is Steph, I like figuring it out. See by watching the movement of their 'Come Hither' hips and the supple shape of their assets, I can determine which one is the beautiful lady I so seek." Bryce said adopting a brutal English accent.
"You couldn't deduce which one Steph was if she was grinding on your lap with that mask on. Besides, how are you ever going to have a chance with her when the only thing you've ever said to her was 'Hey' all sultry before freezing up and just staring awkwardly."
"You promised not to mention that again!" Bryce shot back with a quick punch to Cal's upper arm. "It was an off day for me! Even Batman has them man."
"Whatever," Cal mumbled as he rubbed his arm before turning his head to where the girl was now standing talking to another familiar face. "Look their number ended and she's down there talking with Roanna. Why don't you go offer to get her a drink or something, I'm sure she's parched after dancing."
"Maybe I will!" Bryce retorted with a grin as he stood up. Taking a deep breath, he stuck his thumb in his mouth as he pumped out his chest and flexed his arms. Bryce wasn't exactly a scrawny nerd, he was more broad than Cal but he wasn't an athlete either. That said no one would mistake him for being overweight. What Bryce appeared to be was a lot of potential for a boxer like build, he just loved Doritos and video games too much to bother attempting it. Jumping down a few bleachers, Bryce made a beeline for the gridiron. Looking around the stadium, Cal examined the faces of the other students and even members of the community that were gathered there today. Snapping a few pictures, Cal noticed that the new kid, Thomas Campbell was it, was leaving the stadium. Apparently he didn't care for the game or didn't have much interest in it. Looking down at his camera, he scrolled back through the pictures noting how even the roof tops in the background seemed to draw some focus to themselves. Not enough to distract from the focal point of his pictures but enough to say 'Hey we're here, look at us.' Pausing on one particular picture, Cal zoomed in only to be surprised by the discovery of a person standing on the roof. In subsequent shots she was suddenly gone. Though intrigued, Cal's thoughts immediately brought elsewhere as he remembered Bryce had gone to talk to Steph. Smiling, Cal looked down towards where Bryce should be before catching sight of a familiar golden head. Across the pathway, Cal spotted Sam as she made her way back to where he and previously Bryce had been standing. Smiling, Cal knew Sam thought she got along with Roanna and Steph, or at the very least they were amicable acquaintances, however Cal had a feeling that Roanna especially harbored some sort of ill feelings towards Sam. It was likely that Steph reflected these feelings in support of her friend which could make things interesting. Holding up his camera, Cal played around with the zoom as he snapped a picture of Sam before watching Bryce run towards Steph.
Hopping off the bleachers, Bryce landed on the ground with about as much grace as an elephant. Staggering as he took a step forward, he smiled smugly at Sam as she rolled her eyes with a laugh, like Cal she knew of Bryce's crush on the younger girl and his previous failed attempts to 'woo' her. Pausing to catch his breath before he spoke, Bryce gave a quick wave to the pair of girls as Sam walked by.
"Don't let this one fool you ladies, he thinks he's as sly as fox, but really he's just a teddy bear." Sam remarked with a wink as she jabbed Bryce on the way by. "Oh and Steph, I really liked your latest piece! Ms. McCalister had it put up outside the art room, the emotion in it was amazing and I loved your use of color." With a quick wave, Sam continued on her wave. "Hope to see you both at the dance tonight!"
Bryce forced a grin as Sam antagonized him before he turned to Roanna and Steph to address them himself. "Hey guys, err umm gals? I mean, umm" He paused before attempting to recover himself. "Hey, sup?" Bryce could feel his ears going red and out of the corner of his eye he could tell that Cal was definitely laughing at him from up on the bleachers.
"Anyways, I came over here to ask Steph, not that I don't like talking to you Ro, I mean you're always a good conversationalist in math. But umm, Steph has anyone asked you..." Suddenly he froze up, his mind going blank. Steph was looking at him while he searched for the words. "Has anyone ever asked you if that's your natural hair color?" Idiot Bryce muttered inwardly. "Not that I don't doubt the carpet..." Hardwood "I mean that's not what I meant..." Shaking his head, Bryce finally spit out the words he was looking for. Kind of... "I mean, has anyone offered to get you a drink, you must be thirsty after all that ass... dancing. After all that dancing." Bryce said with a smile as he tried to recover himself. Please kill me now, meteor strike, spontaneous combustion, stroke? Anything please!
"How's he doing?" Cal looked up to the source of the female voice as Sam sat down beside him.
"I think the Titanic fared better against an iceberg." Cal said with a smirk as he showed Sam a zoomed in picture of Bryce's beet red ears. "I take it you didn't give him any help while you were down there?"
"Nope!" Sam said innocently as she popped a kernel into her mouth with a satisfied crunch. "He could probably do better anyways. Not that I have anything against Steph, I just feel like putting her and Bryce together would be like dropping a Mentos into Diet Coke. Oh on that note," Sam held out a Cherry Coke towards Cal. "I got you something anyways. Figured you must like the stuff since I rarely see you drinking anything else."
"Oh thanks!" Cal said slightly surprised as he scrambled for his wallet. "How much do I owe you?"
"Oh don't worry about it! You're picking me up tonight anyways, so consider it gas money or something." Sam said with a giggle as she tossed another piece of popcorn into her mouth.
"Yes but that doesn't mean you owe me." Cal replied as he held out a couple dollars towards Sam. "You don't take this now and I might be forced to take you out to dinner before the dance."
"Oh my, dinner and dancing! When I can I expect the ring Caleb?" Sam quipped back as she forced a Southern drawl into her speech. "I haven't even introduce you to dear old Daddy yet.
"You know me, I'm old fashioned like that." Cal said with a smile as Sam burst out laughing.
"You old fashioned?" Sam pointed towards the touch screen device strapped to Cal's wrist. "Last I checked you were always ahead of the curve, at least in technology." She paused as she mockingly scanned his outfit. "Fashion meh... Not so much I'm afraid."
"Ouch, that gets me right here." Cal said holding a hand to his chest before Sam suddenly jumped up cheering as the Wraiths scored another touch down. Standing up himself, Cal snapped a couple of rapid shots as he watched Cliff Ryder, the team's quarterback do his little touch down dance. Naturally he had got it in by running the ball, but who could blame him after all; 'No one can catch a Wraith'.
The sound of heavy breathing caught Cal's attention as both he and Sam turned around to a red faced Bryce.
"I need to leave, I can't take this anymore." He said shaking his head. "Lets get out of here, I fear half the football team might come after me for talking to Steph."
"Don't you think you're over reacting a little?" Sam asked with a raised eyebrow as Cal slid his camera away into his bag and walked over to Bryce giving his friend a pat on the back.
"Allow me to humor you, I think I got enough pictures anyways for us to leave. Six tonight then Sam?"
"You got it Pontiac, don't be late, a girl hates to be kept waiting." Sam replied with a wide grin as Bryce stood up with a grin of his own.
"Then how come girls always keep a g..Ooph!" He groaned as Cal delivered a quick elbow to his stomach. Bryce doubled over half wheezing and laughing as Sam rolled her eyes at the two boys.
"Come on Sly," Cal said with a groan as Bryce followed after him while Sam waved goodbye to the two boys.
Walking out to the parking lot with Bryce tagging behind him, Cal looked around the multitude of cars as he searched for his own. His ears twitched as he caught muffled voices and he turned to see a small group of students attempting to be out of sight as they talked under the bleachers.
"Drug deal." Cal muttered as Bryce caught up to him and followed Cal's gaze.
"Aw yeah, they're the new guys in town. I heard from a real stoner friend of mine they bought the stuff on a trip down to California and have been slowly selling it off since they got back. Supposedly they're setting up a deal to travel there every weekend now and get this, they sell it cheaper than the Fierros." Bryce said in a hushed voice as he leaned towards Cal slightly. Turning his gaze slightly, Bryce noticed a van by the ongoing deal shaking back and forth. "Man, someone is a lot luckier than us." Bryce said with a laugh as Cal groaned and pulled out his camera, walking over to the vehicle before setting the flash off rapidly as he put the camera against the various windows. Before he had time to laugh about it with Bryce though, a rough yell caught his attention.
"Ya filthy narcs!" A rough looking teenager had departed from the group and had made a beeline for Cal and Bryce, the others not following too far behind. "Cough over the camera now and no one gets hurt." The three others behind the leader grinned wickedly as they sized up Cal and Bryce.
"We didn't take pictures of you and your posse man!" Bryce said as he stepped forward puffing his chest out. "Why don't you guys go back to your little deal and we'll pretend we didn't..." *CRACK*. Bryce toppled to the ground as the dealer sucker punched him. Cal looked up at the dealer recognizing the man as Luke Bard, resident bully and wannabe gang banger at Kilbride College Academy. Luke wanted nothing more than to drop out of school and join one of the gangs around the city making it quite clear he found them to be the most profitable career in the city. Looking behind Luke, Cal nodded towards Brad Simmons, Luke's personal lackey, the other two with them must have been their prospective customers.
"Oh hey Brad," Cal said with a sarcastic wave before turning to Luke. "Should have known your personal butt monkey wouldn't be far behind. So tell me, when you guys shower after gym, which one of you drops the soap." Luke took a step forward, kicking sand at Bryce as he did so, but Cal continued to mock the larger teen. "I'm willing to bet it's you Luke, I know, I know, you want everyone to believe that it's Brad but it's so clear to me that being dominant in public must be exhausting for you so sometimes it must be nice to be the bi..." Cal groaned as Luke buried his fist into Cal's stomach before pushing Cal backwards onto the ground.
"You think you're so clever Fitzroy, maybe you even think you're funny. But at the end of the day, you're nothing but a little nerd who can't fight his own battles. Where's your cop friend now? Ain't nobody going to save you here, just you and m..." *BTZAP*. The loud crackle of electricity filled the air as Cal brushed himself off. Flicking the tazer in his hand off, Cal looked down at Luke as he flopped around on the pavement like a fish out of water. Looking up at Brad, Cal smiled through a grimace as he pointed to the body.
"If you're lucky, he might vibrate for you tonight." Extending a hand, Cal helped Bryce up as the other teen placed a hand on his aching jaw. "Not a good day for you pal, I'm hoping you get lucky tonight." Looking back, Cal watched Brad picked Luke up only for the latter to push him off and flop to the ground again. Their customers meanwhile stood waiting not really sure what to do.
"Ugh lets just get out of here. I need ice... and pizza." Bryce groaned as he opened the passenger seat door on Cal's Volvo while Cal himself climbed in the driver's seat and started the vehicle. Backing up, Cal pushed the pedal down as they left the school parking lot swerving into the middle of the road to avoid a car that had parked on the edge of the street.
"Why would he park there." Cal muttered as he looked back in his rearview at the driver who was casually staring out the window of the older muscle car. Deciding it wasn't worth his attention at the moment Cal decided to focus on the night ahead and his date with Samantha.
Added Maki and Tommy Boy to the OP. Just need Chad now, might do a separate thread for characters including Minor and Reoccurring ones once everyone has their primary characters finished.
NightlordKrusnik said
Wraith, you have Rock type, first two are Dwebble and MagcargoMartel, if you add me back i'll let you know what you have too
Ah thanks for the heads up!
Here's mine
Rock Type:
*Nate
*1006-0190-7177
*Dwebble, Magcargo, Barbaracle
Rock Type:
*Nate
*1006-0190-7177
*Dwebble, Magcargo, Barbaracle
Mogtaki said
I hate real people too. They're always pretty and perfect.
Until you go on Facebook.
Not Twitter, there's terrifying things on Twitter.
Nightrunner said
Nope, no affliation to THAT person.
Understandable.
Nightrunner said
I got a new skype cause I lost my old password. It's TheTeenLantern.
Not 'TheKidLantern' :P
Nightrunner said
Nothin' much. Just getting settled back in.
Ah cool man, cool. Haven't seen you on Skype much.
Nightrunner said
Yes, someone is playing Nightcrawler, I do believe it is Natty.
Alright, back to the drawing board it is.
I'm thinking of doing a teleporter so if anyone else is using that power could you please let me know so I don't waste my time.
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