Silver Carrot

♦ A New Era ♦ - A My Hero Academia RP

Maeda Hitomi

Location
Training Room
@Lucius Cypher@Norschtalen@Conscripts

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"Unfortunately," answered Hitomi to Acion. "The way things are going, I don't think we're going to be hearing much talking things out."

And Hitomi was right, As Jett and Roy began fighting in earnest, fists flying at each other. Hitomi wanted to get involved, but the attacks were flying all over the place, and if she got too close, she was scared she'd get hit. She was almost locked in place, hypnotised by the sheer lack of finesse in this brutal, personal scrap. To call this a spar would be a gross insult to sparring. It wasn't until shots of light started getting fired from Roy's finger like Yusuke Urameshi, and hit the place where Acion was not too long ago, that Hitomi was snapped out of it. What if that had his Dulga, or Kaida, or Acion? Well, then, Hitomi would probably have gone in and butted some heads. She was currently repressing the urge to do just that.

"Oh, right, Teacher! Now seems like a very good time!" she exclaimed, before bolting out of the Training Room like, fittingly, a scared sheep. She had to find a teacher, but she wasn't sure where they would be. She wasn't sure where the staff offices were besides on the third floor, and that was too far. The front desk! That was much closer, and Ms. Mako is always there! The only time she's not is when she teaches classes, and she shouldn't have any right now.

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Mako Akane

Location
Front Desk
@Experiment 249@Aerandir@pkken@Heartfillia@Ryonara@liferusher

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Mako watched Lysander pose and posture his way through a simple 'thank you'. Hmm, maybe he should tone it down. A bit of character is good, but it shouldn't grate after a while. There was a balance. Still, his sheer positivity was infectious, and her smile didn't get any smaller. "I'd rather you not try and take him again, at least not on your own. You could always have a friendly spar with him in the Training Room. That's actually within school rules. Because I'm not sure I can cover for you twice. As for 'making moves on the big boss', that's my job. Leave that to me. Go have fun. You're young. Go outside. As long as it doesn't break the rules this time, the world's your oyster!"

Once Lysander was gone, Mako started to whistle cheerfully as she carried on with her paperwork. However, this moment of peace didn't last, as Maeda Hitomi came running up to the front desk, calling out her name. Mako opened her eyes, and raised her eyebrow

"Oh?"

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When Mako got to the Training Room, frantic sheep girl in tow, she saw a curious scene. Jetty and Kusayanagi-san were staring daggers into each other. Roy was aiming a bow made of light at Jett. Between the two boys was an exasperated Ms. Beaumont, and a tearful Yozakura-chan, who both appeared to be trying to stop the fight. Hitomi had roughly and quickly explained the basics, by shouting them so fast it sounded like one long word. Mako picked up enough to get the bare essentials, but this was even worse than she thought. Without wasting another second, she moved so fast that nobody noticed before she was standing right in front of Roy. She encased her hand in ice, and grabbed the arrow's point, causing it to dissipate.

"Yare yare," Mako chimed in her gleeful voice, but though she was smiling, her eyes were open, and they were very disappointed as they turned from Roy to Jett back to Roy.

Zombieland Saga RP (Open)

Appearance:

Unzombiefied

Due to the nature of her death, her zombie form has much of her face and arms covered in bandages, with slight hints of severe burn scars creeping from under them.

Name: Osaki Reiko

Gender: Female

Age At Death: 23

Height: 5"3

Weight: 47 kg

Birthday: Febuary 4th

Special talent: Reiko has an amazing rock voice, and can play the electric guitar really well. She is no stranger to the stage and knows how to hype a crowd.

Likes: Rock music, performing, makeup, shopping

Dislikes: Dance choreography practice, anything that makes her think too hard, fire

Personality: Reiko is loud, flirtatious, attention-seeking and a bit of an airhead. In short, she's a Gyaru. There's no deeper meaning to her. She will accept her new position as an idol because she likes the cheering and adulation of the crowd. She likes showing off her voice, and her attention-grabbing stage presence. Reiko is a warm and kind person, if a little pushy and overbearing (Whatever you do, do not tell her you've never been to the mall before.) Cross her, however, a prepare to deal with the biggest, most foul-mouthed 'Mean Girl' you've ever seen.

Background: In high school, Reiko was a textbook Gyaru. She wasn't the biggest rock fan in the world, but her boyfriend made it his mission to get her into J-rock, and he succeeded, though it was hard work. He taught her how to play the guitar, and one day, overheard her singing in the shower. Her singing voice, applied to rock was something special. She was born to sing in a rock band. Her boyfriend put up some posters and before they knew it, they had a full band.

Cut to the year 2008. The band, called 'HANDBRAKE', were modestly successful, and had a solid and loyal fanbase, despite not being what you'd call famous. Not yet.

It was the August of that year. They were playing in a large indoor venue. It was one of the old fashioned buildings, made more of wood than of brick and mortar. At some point, due to an electrical mishap, the stage caught fire. The band were facing forward and were already warm, and the crowd thought it was part of the show. By the time, anybody noticed, it had spread too much to be put out. While the road crew and the rest of her band evacuated, Reiko stayed at the mic and helped direct the crowds to the exits, calming them down if there was ever risk of a stampede. She kept this up until the fire had spread to the exits. Reiko, and everybody else inside, were trapped. Reiko slung her guitar back over her shoulder, looked over the glum, scared crowd, and yelled out WHO WANTS TO HEAR ONE LAST SONG?!

When the rescue team arrived, there were no causalities in the audience, as the crowd had huddled at the stage, the safest point, and the fire did not burn them, nor did the smoke suffocate them, on account of the electric fans that Reiko had turned towards the crowd. There was only one casualty from the entire incident; Reiko herself.

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About yourself:
Name: Silver Carrot (What? Ain't telling my real name!)
Age: 26
Country: UK
Experience: At least nine years
Occupation: Student
Favourite idol group/bands and such: Do Babymetal count?

X-Men: The New Era

Collab; Saying Without Thinking

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Location: Ashford Institute Main Hall

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^{Featuring: Jason Green @Eric Horst & Heidi Williams @Silver Carrot}

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It's not difficult for one to lose track of their surroundings. Distractions, crowded areas, or just losing any sanity the mind contains are ways to do it. Jason was in thought about such ordeals, alongside recent encounters with the staff members after they found out about several of the stolen chairs being his fault, and he was still trying to think of a better way to evade notice next time, mumbling quietly under his breath as his sneakers made their usual Tap against the floor. He was so wrapped up in his own thoughts that he didn't notice anyone else in the halls with him.

At least not until he collided with them.

"Oof!"

Heidi, on the other hand, was constantly, uncontrollably fully alert. It was a side-effect of her mutation she wasn't quite used to yet; noticing everything. Even when she tried to switch off or daydream, her brain registered everything that it was currently possible to see, touch, smell or taste.

But not to hear.

She was taken completely by surprise when Jason walked into the back of here, and couldn't help but let out a little yelp. Before she'd even fully turned round, her brain had run through all the probable scenarios that would lead to that sensation, and somebody bumping into her accidentally seemed the most likely, given her deafness. Most other common scenarios were disproved by little details, such as if some overbearingly clingy girl was being overbearing, surely they'd have embraced her. Or if it was a bully, they'd have pushed her, and there'd be a much smaller point of impact.

So she wasn't surprised to see somebody looking flustered and surprised. The old Heidi would have apologised now, for some reason, but the new Heidi saw absolutely no logic in that, and instead waited for Jason's apology. Then her soul caught up with her brain, realised how harsh that sounded, and decided to apologize anyway, for thinking such a thing more than for the actual bump.

"I'm sorry!"(edited)

"Sorry? Pretty sure I'm supposed to do that here." Jason's voice was currently flustered, though his posture said otherwise. "I wasn't lookin where I was goin, that's my fault, sorry about that." His right hand withdrew from his pocket and snaked into his hood, scratching the back of his head bashfully.

This girl, Heidi he believed her name was, at least that's what he'd seen on the student list, was one of the mutants without an ability that could be seen from what he'd heard. Fascinating.

His glaring red orbs ran up and down her in a quick fashion, quickly coming to the conclusion that she was both pretty, and probably wouldn't enjoy him staring at her like a weirdo for to long. His eyes moved away from her to the wall. There, small wings twitched, as a fly stood alone on the wall. Seemed that even a building of mutants wasn't enough to dissuade insects from wandering in. If only that were true of the entire world.

Heidi's eyes flicked to the wall for a millisecond as she followed his gaze, noticed the fly, assumed he was looking at the fly, and looked back at him. He was probably trying to avoid staring. Heidi, though she wouldn't describe herself as shy, could relate to somebody being socially awkward because they tended to verthink things. luckily for Heridi, the next step in the conversation was kinda obvious.

"I'm Heidi. Heidi Williams," she greeted as she held out her hand to shake, and smiled up at him.

Awkwardly, Jason returned the shake. He wasn't used to others being so overly friendly in front of him, but it was a nice change of pace. "Jason. Pleasure to meet you." Heidi's eyes were quick, she certainly picked up on things far faster then others, he was pleasantly surprised by this. "So uh...what were you doin before I bumped into you? Literally." He chuckled slightly as he finished.

"Well," Heidi answered, "I was actually about to investigate what was going on outside. This was slipped under my door." She held up the envelope containing the letter and money that Jason would also have recieved. "I was thinking of going along. Music isn't really my thing, but it might help me make some friends a little faster."

Removing his own envelope from his pocket, Jason quickly compared the two against each other, finding them to be exactly the same, though he assumed his held at least one more paper within it due to one of the staff offering the male students a ride to the event.

"Seems we have a common goal. Even if you don't enjoy music, going to this will certainly be a way to help you meet people. I mean uh...you wanna go...together?" The proposition sounded more like a date than anything, but it'd be something.

Probably.

Heidi ignored the fact it sounded like a date, because to dwell on it would likely cause a social meltdown and a storm of crippling overthinking. Why couldn't have she ever been asked out before she developed this mutation, when she could just talk to people without overthinking everything she or they said? Instead she just smiled an innocent, naive smile as she forced her mind to become blank.

"Sure!" She answered. "Is that okay with you? Oh, I should probably tell you know in case it causes a misunderstanding later. I'm deaf. My mutation is hyper-intelligence, which lets me read your lips, but if I'm not looking at you when you're talking, and I blank you, just...yeah."

Tilting his head to the side, the red eyed individual regarded Heidi differently for a moment. He hadn't been expecting that. Deafness hadn't seemed to hinder her communication in any regard, so the fact that she couldn't actually hear him was somewhat of a surprise.

"So you...can't hear my amazingly beautiful voice right now? What a shame." He was clearly joking, he didn't hold his voice in that high of a regard, he hadn't made it this far by being arrogant. No reason to start now. "No worries, I'll tap you if I desire your attention."

He felt way to cheesy, he normally wasn't this punctual, but for whatever reason, he felt compelled to be cheesy. Regardless, it was clear he wasn't bothered by her deafness.

Heidi chuckled at his joke out of politeness, though it did raise the question of whether his voice was actually beautiful, or was be being sarcastic? For Heidi, that question was borderline philisophical. If a dog barks in the forest, and Heidi doesn't hear it, does it make any noise?

"Alright. In that case, I'll be wearing earphones before we get to the place, so nobody wonders why you poke me before you talk to me. Once we're there, I imagine it will be so loud nobody hear anybody else anyway."

"Right then, let's hope nobody thinks I'm bothering you to much. It'd be a shame if our get together was mistaken for something else and we start a riot, though with music in the background it might almost be appropriate." He couldn't help but snicker again.

Jason wasn't really worried about such a thing, he just thought about things that could go wrong and put a funny twist on them. A lot.

"Well then, meet you there my radiant beauty." There was a pause, and then Jason's fingers pinched the bridge of his nose. "What the heck did I just say..." He mumbled to himself.

"Wow," Heidi replied, quickly turning red, "I wish I could just...say things I was feeling without thinking like that. I envy you. Anyway,. I'll see you there, and by then it probably won't be awkward. Fingers crossed. See you!" She called out, grinning, as she headed out the doors first. At the first stone step outside, she turned and waved to him.

Waving back, he merely grinned. This was going to be a good time.

Zombieland Saga RP (Open)

Gyaru airhead. I wanna make a Gyaru airhead.

Zombieland Saga RP (Open)

Yeah, I'm definitely joining this

♦ A New Era ♦ - A My Hero Academia RP

Maeda Hitomi

Location
Training Room
@Lucius Cypher@Norschtalen

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Hitomi had to smack her lips after drinking that milk. Well, Mamou called it milk. It was more like drinking cream. Tasty, though. Slightly spoiled by the scent of blood, all the stronger to Hitomi's enhanced sense of smell. when Mamoru raised her arms, Hitomi discovered where it was coming from. Hitomi understood Mamoru's points, though. "Are you sure you should be training while your wounds still haven't fully healed? I mean, I get it. My quirk is practically useless in most combat situations unless I need to run away. While that's not the type of Hero I really want to be, I started training last year. I've got nothing on the people here who've been training for much of their life, or just have good offensive quirks, but it's something. Still, though. You probably gut hurt in the first place by being reckless. That should be the first weakness you try to train out."

When Jett and Ken started arguing, Hitomi looked over, and listened in with her large sheep ears. She heard every word. For now, it was just an airing of dirty laundry, but the tension was thick. It had the danger of turning violent any second. "Well," she started to answer Mamoru, "This is clearly not a duel. If they come to blows, we should step in, but it might not, and if we get involved now, we might make it worse. Even if we don't, and they do back down, their grievances with each other will just fester." That was when Dulga came by and suggested they get a teacher, which made so much sense Hitomi was a little embarrassed she hadn't thought of it. "Yes, that's a better call. Let's do that. Thank you again."

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Koizumi Seiko

Location
1B Corridor
@Lucius Cypher

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Seiko listened to everything Sakura said, with a foxy smile on his face and absolutely no hint of regret or worry. He wasn't expecting to get off without a punishment, but if Amane could do what he did, and still be at school, and in the 1B hero course, then Seiko had nothing to worry about. After Sakura finished, Seiko gave her a round of applause.

"That was impressive! You should become a lawyer, Sakura-chan. You'd be good at it. But a prank is a prank. What Amane did to Seductress' daughter. That's assault. She got dropped onto her neck. And if he's not expelled after that, but myself or the rest of the pranksters so much as get threatened with it, there will be no justice in that. Oh, I might get suspended, or detention, or Janitorial duty. I knew the risks. I'll take whatever punishment I'm given and carry it out in style!"

After striking an idol-like pose, Seiko continued. "I don't want to make a case. I'm not on trial. I've committed no crime. I've broken some school rules. I haven't tarnished mine or the school's reputation. I haven't acted in a villainous manner. Several members of 1A were attacked by real villains. You think anyone's priority will be a cheeky prank? You need to take it easy more, Sakura-chan! Maybe we can put this behind us after you report me and we could go to karaoke together."

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Mako Akane

Location
Front Desk
@Experiment 249

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As Mako continued to watch Lysander get his wires stuck in his hair, or trip, her smile was starting to creep back on her face. Her mood was improving. There was something infectious about Lysander's bumbling cheer and refusal to take himself too seriously, which was a problem with many Heroes Mako had faced. They often wondered why they weren't ranked higher despite their work ethic. The fact was that nobody likes a square. A hard-working, serious Hero might be a great public servant, but how can kids look up to them unless they're a Superhero? That's what Mako attributed her own popularity to. In a pre-All Might era full of serious Heroes, it took a Supervillain to be the old-school campy loud personality that people wanted to notice, and talk about, and be excited by. And here Mako was, taking things too seriously because the papers were trashing her again. Shame on her!

She was almost fully back to her old, sly self when Lysander awkwardly bowed and showed confusion on how to address her. "You can call me whatever you want~" she teased, before grinning. "But seriously, address me as Miss Mako, or Mako-Sensei. I don't mind either way. It's your preference. So, you want to be transferred back to 1A, do you? I did hear about your little...extracurricular activity. Nice use of teamwork if I say so myself, but I have a formal report from your classmate, Nadeshiko Sakura, outlining the multiple school rules you've broken. Honestly, it's a very well-written report. She should be a lawyer.

I'd rule that you haven't earned a transfer to 1A as a reward. However, before you get all mopey, it's definitely still possible. Amane is not happy with you. Given that Mamoru was not present at the incident, and the nigh-indestructible forms of Ayanokoji and Koizumi, you're the most vulnerable target for any retaliation. As such, staying in the same class as him is not an ideal situation. I will bring this point up with the Principal and see what I can do. Leave the matter with me." She winked at him. "Between you and me, I like your style, and I'm with you on this."

Santa Celia: Coast to Coast

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Natalie Ellis

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Natalie read the doubt in Archie's face, and had shrunk a little, incredibly defensive and cautious. She was waiting to see what he'd do next, but there was some kind of desperate fear in her eyes akin to a cornered animal that is seconds away from fighting back. His next words weren't an allusion to Project Lion, or her real name, so she sighed with some relief as she carried on listening. When he showed her his bruises and made allusions to the house. It instantly clicked, and she excitedly pointed.

"It's you! You're the...from the....!" she squeaked, before laughing with relief, all tension gone. Jesus! For a second, I thought you were from...you know, it doesn't matter. So, you're him from the house, huh? Well, I guess we both know each other's secrets now," she answered, keeping it vague and watching Nicole from the corner of her eye. Natalie didn't seem weary of Archie even after learning his secret. In her mind, he was being civil, in his human costume, after an incident where he showed her that he was a monster. And the reverse was equally as true. They had a lot in common, and she could sympathise with him. It was that they were so similar that neither was afraid of the other, because both were too afraid of themselves.

@JunkMail

Santa Celia: Coast to Coast

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Natalie Ellis

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As the man now looked away, Natalie decided to shelve that strange stare for thinking about later. For now, she just needed caffeine. Nicole then addressed her, and Natalie answered. It would be rude not to. "Trust me, I'm not worried about falling asleep. I had a long day at work, at the fast food restaurant over on Argyle Boulevard. Besides, I've heard that having a coffee late helps you sleep better, or something."

As her double espresso was bring made, the guy who'd been staring at her walked over to her. For such an imposing figure, he seemed unsure of himself as he talked to her. It wasn't shyness or timidity, it was more like he was choosing the right words and mulling them over carefully. Though, when he asked her about her hand, it was Natalie's turn to start humming and hawing, and picking her words very carefully. She couldn't very well tell him the truth, or anything even remotely resembling the truth. Should she tell him she got it at work? But what if he somehow found out? No, she better tell him she got it at home.

"Oh, this?" she answered, raising her bandaged hand. "I was washing a glass up, and I was holding it too hard. Sometimes I don't know my own strength," she was about to laugh, but stopped herself. 'I don't know my own strength?' Jesus, Nat, be more careful! What if he was staring because he's from H.A.T. and he recognised you? You could have just given yourself away!

@JunkMail@chukklehed

CANCELLED.

_{A Collaboration Between: @Bee and @Silver Carrot
Featuring: Camille Winters and Panda}

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Panda stepped into the warm interior of Captain Cuddles. Looking around, this was exact opposite of her ideal date spot. It was Family Restaurant with an arcade attached. The atmosphere was colorful but it was gaudy,and a little greasy and lived-in, and smelled of cheese and weed. This room itself told the story. This place used to be for kids before teenage burners became the dominant customer. Even so, the amazing pizzas were BHHS legend, and there was a Star Wars viewing on the roof. Panda wasn’t a geek by any stretch of the imagination, but Star Wars was an okay enough movie. What had really sold Panda on this date was the rooftop cinema as a concept. It was quirky, kitsch, weird, and didn’t have the sexual tension of a drive-in cinema. The emo girl smiled and turned to Camille, hoping that she wasn’t having second thoughts about this. The date or the location.

Stepping inside the facility had chucked Camille all the way back to her childhood. It was the ideal vibe for a date, even though it was definitely somewhere she would’ve gone as a child. She couldn’t help but to shake that thought from the back of her mind. Knowing that this was chock full of nostalgia. ”Jeez. It’s like my childhood in here. You sure this is a date place?”

Panda took the flyer from her coat pocket and showed it to Camille. ”Yep. This is the right place. Captain Cuddles. Date night. Star Wars on the roof. But yeah, I do like it in here. I might have to come more often, depending on how good their pizza is. Speaking of, I wonder if we order now, or order on the roof. The flyer isn’t very clear on that.”

”I uh… actually have no idea.” Camille shrugged, before she started looking for a way upstairs. ”Why don’t we head to the roof first and see what’s up? Maybe we can ask around. Worst case scenario is that I come back down and order for us. Besides, I doubt there’d be much room up there. Better find us a spot now, yeah?”

”True. I’d hate for us to go up there and find no good room. Or no room at all. Let’s go.” Panda replied, following Camille. They found the stairs, and made it to the roof. There were a few couples there already, already stocked with pizza, but there was still more than enough room for the two of them. Everybody else must still be in the restaurant.

Finding a nice spot that wasn’t too close or too far away from the screen, she sat down and waited for her girlfriend to join her on the rooftop before saying anything else. ”Well hey, here’s our spot…” Camille smiled, before glancing around for anything else. ’Now is the problem of the pizza. I still don’t know where to get it. Guess I’ll go down and get if for us?”

Panda sat down, and pulled her collar a little higher. It wasn’t warm, after all. She then answered Camille. ”Unless you want me to go down, but sure! I’ll have something a little spicy but nothing that’ll blow my head off. If it has jalapeños, then yes please.“

”Jalapeños? I never took you as a spicy food type of person.”

”I’m not a spicy food person, per say. It’s just cold and it might warm me up. Besides, jalapeños are deelicious.“ Panda shrugged and smiled.

”That makes you a spicy food kinda person, technically.” Camille laughed, before giving a small wave to Panda, ”I’ll be back. Just gonna get us some pizzas. You hold down the fort here… and I’ll be back with your pizza, madame.”

With that, Camille went downstairs back down to the cashier. He was a pimply, gangly, homely boy who looked absolutely dead inside. Understandably so, since he had to deal with the worst people, whether it’d be mothers demanding for his manager since he didn’t honor their coupon that expired three years ago, or screaming little shits that didn’t know how to shut up. At this point he was just a former shell of himself. Camille coming up to him made little to no difference in his demeanor.

”Hi! I’d like one pepperoni and sausage pizza… and whatever your jalapeno special is.” The girl smiled, before pulling her wallet out from her purse. The cashier absentmindedly pounded the order into the system, before pulling up the final total. Thank goodness they were here tonight, otherwise Camille’s wallet was going to be crying a LOT. Handing over her debit card, the transaction was completed and the cashier let out a big sigh as Camille turned around. She thanked the cashier, but he wasn’t having it today.

Big mood.

Walking back up the stairs, Camille found her way back to her girlfriend, smiling as they made eye contact. ”Miss me?” She asked, leaning in to kiss Panda on the cheek. Panda chuckled, and leaned in to offer her cheek to Camille. As she did so, she put her arm around her.

”You were gone about three minutes, but yeah, I did. But it’s funny. Even though we’re dating now, I don’t really feel that everything’s changed. And I think that’s a good thing, you know? I think because we were already bffs who were comfortable hanging out, we’ve bypassed the awkward dating phase completely.”

”Well that’s good, isn’t it?” Camille smiled, before turning around to see if the pizza arrived. It didn’t. ”The honeymoon phase is always fun… Camille put her hands on the table, before softly embracing Panda’s even softer hands. ’...but every day with you is a honeymoon phase, to be honest.”

”Why have I never noticed how smooth you are?” Panda chuckled, as she turned so that she was looking at the blank cinema screen, and rested her head against Camille’s shoulder. After a while she looked up at her girlfriend’s face, with a foxish smile. ”Speaking of honeymoon phase, what were your plans after this movie?”

It was now, that the pizzas were delivered, and set down on the table in front of them. The woman who’d brought them up smiled a knowing, ‘ah, young people...’ smile, winked at them both, and returned downstairs.

”I dunno. I didn’t notice either.” Camille shrugged, before letting her girlfriend put her head on her shoulder, ”Too busy being infatuated with you.” Camille chuckled softly, before she watched the pizza be bestowed in front of them. The question that was presented in front of them now was a hard one to ponder. She didn’t know what to do after the movie.

”I dunno. What do you wanna do?”

Panda blinked. After that night on the boat, of all things, she wasn’t expecting that to fly over Camille’s head. Panda didn’t want to seem forceful, perverted or desperate by pressing the point, nor could she really let it drop, so she shrugged, and inadvertently blushed and looked away as she did so. ”I dunno...heading back to my place would be a bad idea, because my parents are...well, my parents.”

Raising an eyebrow, Camille soon put two and two together, realizing what Panda actually meant. ”On the first date? Camille’s face contorted into a sly smile, ”Well I’ll be..,” The girl laughed, before opening the box for her girlfriend, ”I’m just saying, I do have a car, babe.”

”C’mon, Camille, don’t pull that ‘first date’ stuff on me.” Panda giggled. ”We both remember the night on the boat. I think we’re past the stage where we need to pretend to be prudish and bashful around each other. After this date, We’ll drive somewhere quiet together before we have to go home.”

”Oh yeah… the boat…” Camille blushed, before turning back at the screen. ”I still don’t remember anything from that night.”

”If anything, that’s just a bigger reason to do it right this time, and remember it.” Panda replied, as the film came on, and she turned her attention to it, resting her head on Camille’s shoulder and pulling herself close with an arm sneakily wrapped around her, hugging the other shoulder. Panda didn’t quite remember that night on the boat either. It was a haze. She only remembered bits and pieces of that night. But for the time being, she was content with that.

Santa Celia: Coast to Coast

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Natalie Ellis

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Natalie got back to her apartment very quickly after that incident. After the reptile had run off, Natalie was torn between chasing it, or actually calling the police. She chose the latter option. She'd had enough of heroics today. Sure, it went well this time, and two people are alive who would otherwise be dead, but Natalie had come very, very close to killing again. This incident had just affirmed in her mind that ever getting involved was a bad idea, and from now on, she must never give in to her curiosity. She didn't want to get her bleeding hand treated at a hospital either. Not only could she not afford it, but in a hospital environment, Natalie was at risk of her powers being discovered. She'd just treat it herself, with the first aid kit in the apartment's kitchen. Luckily Ellara was at work at this time, so her housemate wouldn't ask her any awkward questions as she bandaged her own hand. It was tricky, but she managed it. With that done, Natalie took off her coat, which had a bloodstained sleeve, and made a mental note to clean it properly later. For the meantime, she hid it in her room.

Natalie's room, in contrast to Ellara's, was tidy and organised, if very bare. There was a bed, a closet, a large bedside cabinet, and a chest of drawers, as well as a desk, and her keyboard. Natalie got changed out of her work uniform, reapplied her makeup to mask her tired, frayed and haggard face and make her look less than ten years older than she really was. After that, she changed into some black boots with a slight heel, light denim jeans, and a Gray woolly sweater. As comfortable as she's going to get while also looking like a stylish young girl who gives a crap. Now what should she do? She didn't get paid today for this week, and grocery day was always the day after payday, so they were out of coffee for now. As much as Natalie just wanted to chill out for the rest of the day and jam a little on the keyboard, or draw, she needed some caffeine right now. She grabbed her keys and headed back out.

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Natalie entered the cafe, and nodded at Nicole before quietly muttering a 'hello' and smiling weakly. She said nothing else as she sat down. The usual. Natalie was always, a quiet, strange girl. The strangest thing was if Nicole ever tried to talk about something that had nothing to do with Natalie, she'd relax and hold a normal, rather pleasant conversation. Today, though, Nicole seemed focused on a rather tall gentleman who Natalie didn't know, yet she had noticed the way he'd looked at her, and then desperately tried to scramble through her memory to try to find whether or not she knew him. He wasn't involved with Project Lion, or a member of her old gang. They were all dead. So who was he? She set this question aside and returned her attention to Nicole. She subconsciously lowered her bandaged hand and covered it with the other, suggesting she didn't want to talk about it.

"Could I get a double espresso, please?" she asked pleasantly.

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