Avatar of Silver Carrot

Status

User has no status, yet

Bio

User has no bio, yet

Most Recent Posts



Heidi Williams



Location: Avalon.
Interacting With: Uná @Almalthia; Khloe @KatKook; Aya @c3p-0h; Cleo @Damo021






Heidi didn't make a whole lot of conversation on the uber trip to the mall. She merely observed the conversation of the rest of them and tried to chip in when she could, despite her brain's rapid processing speed, she would still overthink a possible entry into the conversation for so long that the topic has changed before she knew it. Shopping was more fun, as Heidi's new powers actually helped her pick out several nice outfits, from different stores. However, she wasn't as comfortable with the suggestions of the other girls. Heidi was not a showy person, and while not a prude, would die of embarrassment if she had to appear in public showing as much skin as the other girl's pics. She admired their bravery.

Lunch was more of a success, marginally. The girls all started to ask Heidi questions about herself, having noted that she'd been quiet up until now. Answering questions about herself was easy, and Heidi could talk a lot, but after a few questions, started to overthink that maybe she was going on about herself too much, and when the overthinking started, it wasn't long before Heidi was quiet again. Before lunch was over, she did reveal to the girls that she was deaf, to their genuine surprise.

On the Uber ride back, Uná, the girl who Heidi had deduced was the leader of this trip, and had written those invitations, stopped the car, and abruptly told the girls that they were going to a club. Heidi knew they would be going somewhere with music, but she had envisioned a performance from a band. A lot went on in Heidi's mind in the second following that, but she had decided to make more of an effort to make friends, and backing out now would set her back to square one. She'd be 'the quiet deaf loner' for the next few months, if she wasn't already. No, she had to go with them to this club.

Having borrowed some makeup from the other girls, Heidi tried on several combinations of her new clothes in the girl's bathroom of this gas station. She needed to find something that a short twenty-one year old would wear to a club, regardless of how it made her feel. At the same time, she couldn't keep an act up for the whole night, and didn't really want to, so it'd need to be something she'd be comfortable wearing. Those two groups of clothes did not have much overlap. Eventually she found a cute albeit rather innocent dress. She still looked like a fourteen year old, despite being fifteen, so she started on the makeup. She applied it heavier than she usually did, and the result could pass for a rather short and introverted college girl in club lighting. The only problem now was getting in.

If the girls had no idea about that step, Heidi coul have given them plenty of suggestions, that she'd thought up on the walk back to the car, but Uná had that covered, by changing their IDs. Heidi wasn't amazed. Mutations could do many amazing things. But she was still grateful, and thanked Uná. Heidi was going to try letting her hair down, and living a little, even if she doubted she'd be doing any flirting.

Getting int the club was much easier than Heidi thought. She adopted the character of a college girl who knew she was short and was sick of getting asked for ID so thrust it at the bouncer before he could open his mouth. She accompanied this gesture with a weary look. He ushered her in without saying a word, understanding and sympathizing. Once Heidi was in the club, she sat down at the table with the others and looked around. Of course, she couldn't hear any of the music, and while she was looking out into the club, couldn't even hear the words of the girls on her table.

Uná came back from the bar having ordered a round of margaritas, so Heidi started paying attention to the girls again. Heidi had a morbid curiosity about how alcohol would affect her brain. Would it dull her mutation and allow her to act normally? You know, that didn't sound so bad...
Maeda Hitomi




Location
Training Room -> Infirmary
@Zeroth




Hitomi needed no persuasion from Dulga or Kenichi to leave. She'd have wanted to get out of there even without her Sheep Sense going haywire and her fight-or-flight instincts (specifically flight) getting harder and harder to control. Once she was out, her head began to clear. Tomoe had taken Acion to the infirmary a few moments prior. Hitomi had seen them leave, and had heard Tomoe's outburst. The others, Hitomi either expected to act the way they did in that situation, or didn't know them well enough. Tomoe, however, she felt she knew quite well, and she must be quite upset to have shouted like that. She should check on her, and Acion too.

Noticing that Dulga had taken Kaida and Yukari away with her, off somewhere to likely have a private conversation, that was likely about this fight. Mamoru still had not returned, though with Mako-sensei now dealing with the situation, Hitomi didn't think much more help was needed. There was no other reason for Hitomi to be here, and she decided that the Infirmary would indeed be the best course of action. Of course, Kenichi had offered to take 'the girls' to the infirmary, so the sheep girl decided to wait for him. After mere seconds, she decided not to and started heading there herself. He could just catch up.




Mako Akane




Location
Training Room
@Zeroth@pkken@Aerandir




"How chivalrous of you," replied Mako, in a voice that was so sickly-sweet and exaggerated that it couldn't not be meant as sarcastic. She waited for him to leave, then looked back at Roy and Jett now that they were the only three people left in the once crowded room. She listened to them, and heard them out as they explained themselves. First Roy, then Jett.

Roy's motivations seemed to be very simple. After all the trauma and horrible experiences recently, he'd been stewing in regret, and possibly shame. Mao wasn't there. She didn't know what had happened. Even the official reports were spotty at present, but Mako agreed with the Principal's reasoning that the involved students aren't ready to be pressed for detailed accounts just yet. The scars are still too fresh. And this incident just proved it. Roy was blowing off steam. Blowing off steam by picking a fight. Even Roy himself couldn't justify it now that the rage was gone. He was just standing there looking sorry for himself and apologizing, instead of making...too many...excuses.

But Roy was only holding mere days of baggage in. Jett, it was clear, wasn't even close to scratching the surface of unloading his. He also admitted his faulty actions easily, and Mako mistakenly thought this would now be as easy as making them apologize and shake hands, but Jett started getting aggressive again, rising to a crescendo as his voice got louder, then he started shouting, then throwing the rack across the room. Mako sighed, but she wasn't even disappointed in either of them any more. Her expression was now much softer. There was almost something motherly about her.

"Well, I hope you can both start to see the pain that the other is in now, and maybe even acknowledge that you two are more similar than either of you think. I should stress that you're both first years. Of course you're no match for villains. Of course you're weak. That's why you came here. Nobody except yourselves is expecting either of you to be Heroes yet. That's what you came to this school to learn. By the time you graduate, the two of you working together might even be able to stand a chance against me. Now, I think we just need to calm down, and make up."
Mako Akane




Location
Training Room
@Aerandir@pkken




Mako sighed, and her smile shrank to something softer and more genuine, as she faced Jett. "You're right about one thing, Jett. I think emotions have run a little high for everybody in this room, the girls included. A heated clash of egos isn't anything new, and certainly nothing worth crying over. I ask everybody to calm down. Now, Jett. Think what would have happened without people intervening. You're both bleeding, and Roy was charging a light arrow. Do you really think that in five minutes the air between you two would have been cleared and all would be well again? Or, would you two just be even bloodier than you are now, genuinely resenting each other due to whatever was said to start this fight, on top of beating the crap out of each other?

No. You two need to actually talk about this. I am fairly sure it was a failure to truly understand each other, or a misunderstanding of some sort. Now, Jett, Roy. What started this fight? And it is a fight. I won't call this a spar for that would be an insult to sparring."







Koizumi Seiko


Location
1B Corridor
@Lucius Cypher




Seiko waited for Sakura to finish again, before yawning in the most obnoxious way, then smiling. "You really believe everything you're saying, huh? You believe I've done something so bad I need to apologize. Dunno if you know, but people don't want their Heroes to be vanilla, prim and proper boy scouts. Divas are in style, and I'm going to give the people what they want. I might owe an apology to Amane. I could understand that logic. But I don't owe an apology to anybody else. No other students, no members of staff, no members of the public, and especially not you and your clique, trying to police the rest of us. Oh yeah, don't think I don't know that this 'Komei Collective' idea is just another way to try and impose control on 1B. In Dungeons and Dragons terms, I'm not evil. I'm chaotic good. That's still a real Hero, Ms. Lawful Good. And don't even try and bring 1A vs 1B into this. The pranksters were 50/50 from both classes, and Amane isn't exactly our classes golden boy. Do you genuinely believe it's fair to call me a problem student, potential villain, shame-bringer to this school and all heroes, and conspirer to start a class rivalry? If so, wow.

Either way, this conversation's over. Any more false attacks on me and I might start crying,"
he finished, giving an exaggerated mocking pout, sticking out a quivering bottom lip.

Natalie Ellis



Location: Freckles', Argyle Boulevard
Time of Day: Late Afternoon

Natalie got a bad feeling when she saw the man she's tried to kill, and the man whose life she saved by stopping Archie, huddle with several other large men, and whisper something. Natalie used to be in an amateur gang. She knew what this was. They couldn't cause a scene by dragging her out by her hair. One of them was now going to approach her alone and spin some bullshit. Natalie knew this because that job usually went to her, as the prettiest and least imposing, if possibly the worst actor at the time.

When one did approach her, and it was him of all people, she contemplated raising some kind of alarm, but decided not to. Why didn't she? It was either professional courtesy as a former gang member herself, or a strong desire not to get involved with the police lest she get found out. Instead, she decided to play along. When this man went down the 'hitting on her' route (of all the angles to play!) she resisted the strong urge to look disgusted, and made herself flush bashfully a little by thinking of Archie.

"Welcome to Freckles'. Can I take your order, please?" she replied, not exactly shooting him down, but changing the subject. If last night hadn't happened, this is what she would have done anyway, even if she was interested. Now he was actually placing an order, with a twenty frickles coupon, and two originals. Natalie processed the order, and printed off the receipt.

"Your order is number 406. And, uh, I finish in twenty minutes. Why do you ask?" she responded, with just the right amount of wide-eyed naivety that for a second he could believe that she was legitimately interested. But there was something in the way that she looked at him that suggested she knew as well as he did that this was a farce, and that she remembered the last time they met. She just didn't want to cause a ruckus.

@Lord Wraith

Natalie Ellis



Location: Freckles', Argyle Boulevard
Time of Day: Late Afternoon

Natalie's day at work had been as busy and hectic as she'd feared. There was a massive lunchtime rush. The customers were impatient and rude. It was a warzone. Thankfully after 2pm, it calmed down to a regular, ordinary, manageable pace, and Natalie had time to think about things. She would very much like to see more of Archie, and not just hookups. Though was he too old for dates? She wanted to talk to him more, get drunk with him more, open up to him more. It wasn't love. At least not yet. But there was something. She felt comfortable around somebody with a secret like hers, and issues like hers. She was actually looking forward to unpacking two years of keeping everything secret with him. She could ask him about the whole lizard thing too. Was he born that way, or was he also a victim of H.A.T.?

She had to stop dwelling on Archie, however, when she was thinking back to last night, began to blush, and noticed that the handle of the knife she was using now had imprints of her fingers from where she was squeezing it, and was cracked. Dammit. she hadn't caused an accident as a result of accidental super strength for over a year! She suddenly felt ashamed of herself for losing control at work, and became terrified that anybody saw her, or would find the knife and ask questions. So when nobody was looking, she turned her back to the customer area, rolled the knife into a ball, and put it in the trash.

Mind free of everything except the task in hand, she carried on working until it was her shift at the cash registers and taking people's orders. Natalie used to hate this part of the job, but she's had over a year of practice getting that friendly and chill yet blatantly fake 'customer service' voice just right. It also didn't hurt that she was the exact right level of pretty that she'd never get asked out or harassed, but she'd often catch men staring at her, or a shy teenager, to whom she would be above his station, feeling intimidated by her. She didn't hate those moments.

It was in the late afternoon, less than an hour before she finished today's shift, that she saw a group of men come in. Before she could greet them, she recognised one of them and went cold. It was the man she had almost killed last night when she briefly lost control. She pulled her cap down to try to hide her face, which was quickly turning pale, in a effort of futility.

@Lord Wraith
Archie and Natalie

| Written with @JunkMail


Despite what he had said earlier, it did not take Archie very long to fall into his old habits of drinking the evening away. He had split off from the girls not long after the three entered to order himself a drink because he had decided that the stool was more comfortable than standing by a pool table or socializing. He was pretended to be interested in one of the TVs that was playing a sport of some kind. He didn't like sports and couldn't tell you the name of any of the players on any well-known team, but he needed a drink and knew from experience that people were less likely to talk to him if it looked like he was into something. He waved the bartender over and pushed his glass out.

"Another."

The bartender, a man this time as opposed to the normal woman- what was her name? Ella? Elsa? No, that was Frozen. Archie didn’t know, and he stopped caring when the barkeep pushed the refilled glass back before moving on to the other patrons. He stared down at the drink, swirling it around, watching as the ice cubes clinked together. He'd never been much of an liquor kind of guy until the past few months, but sometimes he needed something stronger and faster than beer.

Natalie had looked forward to coming here and seeing her roomate at work, but on learning that Ellara had left in a strange manner, she made a mental note to try and catch her and talk to her about it tomorrow morning. At least there was Nicole, who Natalie had tried and failed to make small talk with, and Archie, who was in the corner, drinking at watching the TV. Natalie furrowed her brow and approached him.

”Don’t tell me you’re planning to spend the whole night alone, drinking in the corner and watching sports. Coming here in a group was your idea.”

Archie looked over at Nat and smirked. “Sometimes you just gotta.” he replied easily. He patted the stool next to him, urging Natalie to sit. Archie could feel the numbing effect of the alcohol cloud his mind. It was one of the best feelings in the world. His thoughts receded into the depths of his mind and he let his mind go blank. But then, out of nowhere, a thought forced its way out. It was a deep-rooted fear of his that he never really allowed himself to think about because Archie Malcom Anderson refused to admit he was afraid. The mixture he was drinking thought otherwise, though. Nat sighed, and took the seat besides Archie. She stared at his drink with something that almost looked like jealousy. ”I used to love a drink, but ever since...I got my powers, I’ve been too scared to. I’m terrified of losing any control over myself, like you almost saw me do in that house. Stone cold sober for over two years now. It sucks...” she chuckled, as she stared down. So long, she’d spent keeping everything a secret. It felt so good to have met somebody who she could actually talk about her life to, who would believe her, and who wouldn’t call the police.

"Do you ever wonder if there's any point to it all, then?"

It was a vague question, but Archie knew that Natalie would understand what he meant. He waited for an answer. Out of anyone, they stood the best chance of making themselves feel better – She'd probably give him some philosophical answer that would help make their existence make sense.

"I just don't understand it sometimes – the constant control and struggling and for what? To not be you?"

He was drunk, and he knew it. But he didn't care.

"I get that you're worried about it, but what happened in the house happened when you were sober. If you want to drink, have a drink. Might help you loosen up.” Archie looked down the bar and raised his hand. “Paddy, can I get another one of these?” He said, lazily motioning to his currently unfinished concocktion. “For the lady.”

Paddy, seeing that Archie wasn’t alone for once, got to work in helping the regular out. To him, it seemed like both man and woman needed it. After a few moments of making another vodka based mixed drink, he walked over and placed it in front of Archie, who then pushed it in front of Natalie.

“If you want it, it’s on me. If not, I’m sure I’ll get to it eventually.” he grumbled, taking a sip of his own drink, not even wincing slightly at its bite. He returned his attention to the TV, letting Natalie mull the decision over.

Natalie was silent for this whole affair, mulling over Archie’s words and processing them, while staring at the drink in front of her. He was right in that she had never drunk since Project Lion, and had still lost control several times, even if, before last night, she’d had over a year with no incidents. Thinking back to all those times, it was violence and confrontation that had caused her to snap. Was sobriety really helping her? Or was this whole thought chain just her giving in and trying to justify it? She wanted this drink, she really did. She wanted to let go and loosen up so badly. Archie was right again. It was true, she had turned her life of crime around with her new lifestyle, but was it too clean? She had no friends, never had real fun, never let loose. Sure, she enjoyed painting and playing the piano, but when was the last time, before today, that she laughed?

”Screw it!” she abruptly exclaimed, before grabbing the glass, and downing the whole drink in one breath. 0 days since her last drink, and it felt so liberating! A wide, beaming smile broke out on her face as she sighed with relief.

”Paddy, can I get another one of whatever that was?” she asked the barman.

Archie jumped at Natalie’s exclamation, turning his head quickly to the suddenly much more giddy woman and the much more empty drink. “Woah, woah, woah. Where’s the fire?” He said, meeting her gaze once again. “Tryn’a get drunk or enjoy it? Have you had anything to eat recently?”

He probably wasn’t helping a ton, considering he had just encouraged her to live a little, but he didn’t want her to go crazy in case something bad did happen. “Easy there.” He said, placing his hand on her shoulder and giving her a smile for her benefit. “With the amount you just drank you’ll feel it in no time. No need to rush.”

Natalie gave a low sheepish chuckle, and looked away. ”Sorry. The last time I drank, I was twenty four, and I was in a gang. It got wild. You might need to teach me how to drink like an actual adult with a job. And the last time I ate was at work. It was a Freckles’ big box meal. That would have been about six.” She wiped her mouth and when her new drink came, she eyed it but didn’t drink it just yet.

Archie raised an eyebrow are her comment about the gang, but his better judgement won out despite the liquor in his system and he did not press her for more information. “Okay, step one of drinking like an adult with a job- remember you have work in the morning.” He said, flashing her a goofy smile. “Not that I’m particularly good at adulting. Wish a job made the difference. All it means is a bigger house and more bathrooms to clean. Speaking of, where do you live?”

Natalie groaned, and immediately took a large sip when he reminded her that she had work tomorrow morning. ”Urgh. Don’t remind me. I’ve got the lunchtime shift tomorrow too. And I live up on Ruthven Heights. I rent and share a two bedroom apartment on Stoker Street. My housemate actually works at this bar, but I guess she isn’t here right now.”

Archie finally decided to pop a risque question. He’d been single for a while now. Couldn’t hurt. “Want me to walk you back then, before it gets too late?”

Natalie nodded, and downed her drink, before standing up, and following up with the telltale ‘I stood up too fast’ sway. She didn’t necessarily think that Archie was chatting her up, but she thought about it for the first time. He wasn’t bad-looking. Sure, he was clearly older than her, but age was just a number once you’re over 25.

”Sure, I’d like that. Thank you.” she grinned, without making eye contact.

In Archie’s mind, he was doing the right thing, but a small part of him was catching on to Natalie’s bashful behavior. Perhaps this was something they both needed. The better part of him was telling him to at least say goodbye to Nicole, but the rest of him was saying that it wasn’t important. At least not compared to the prospect of whatever this was turning out to be. He slid out of his chair and reached into his back pocket for his wallet, leaving Paddy a few bills and a tip for his services. “No time like the present.” he said offhandedly. He slid his arm around her shoulders to lead her towards the pub door. “Just lead the way.”



Archie woke up the following morning with no clothing and a feeling particularly sore- as if he had lost a fight. He groaned and turned over, only to be reminded that this was not his room, this was not his bed, and he was sharing it with someone. As the sleep fled from his eyes he was able to deduce why he felt like he’d been hit by a bus. Super strength. Probably should’ve seen that one coming. He looked over his side of the bed and sighed when he saw his pants. Putting those on would certainly make this less… awkward. His movements in bed must’ve woken Natalie, because he felt her shift in the bed beside him.

“Well, good morning.” he said, looking over his shoulder at her but turning away again in case she wasn’t comfortable with him seeing her body when her better judgement was in control.

Natalie jumped, and sat bolt upright in bed when she heard a man’s voice in her room. Her memory frantically scrambled to put together a recollection of last night’s events. When everything came back to her, the ‘deer-in-headlights’ look vanished from her eyes, and she leaned back against the pillows. She smiled at Archie, and blushed when she realised that all she was wearing were her vest top, and her socks.

”Morning,” she replied sleepily, not quite remembering how to do morning-after talk. Luckily, it didn’t seem Archie did either. Natalie wasn’t that drunk, so she remembered the events of the night in perfect clarity. Even the profuse apologizing afterwards, on her part. She might have gotten a bit too rough in the heat of the moment. Some memories, she wished she had been drunk enough to forget. At least she didn’t cry.

”What happened last night, I just wanna apologize again, if I hurt you. Also, do you know what time it is? Oh, I hope I haven’t overslept...”

Archie raised his eyebrows and checked his wrist out of habit, only to realize that he still did not have his watch on. He sighed, but with mirth and pinched the bridge of his nose out of embarrassment and then cast his eyes up to Natalie once again. “No need to apologize. Maybe again sometime.” He said. For once, he was pretty happy to be up for the day. Even that all too familiar heat in his chest didn’t so much as stir. “I suppose now’s as good as a time as any to greet the day.” he commented, sliding out of the bed and retrieving his shirt from last night. “You should probably take point- your roommate didn’t see us come in last night. Might’ve heard us though.”

The moment Archie had checked his empty wrist, Nat tried to hide a smile as she reached for the desk and checked her phone. Good. It was 8:20. She wouldn’t be late. Archie’s suggestion that maybe they could meet up again sometime froze Natalie in her tracks. The blush rapidly spread from her cheeks, across her face, and started to encroach upon her upper chest.

”Yeah, I...I wouldn’t say no. But maybe we should, I dunno, dinner and a movie next time. My number should be on my phone. Feel free to take it down. I need to get changed,” she replied quietly, before picking up her panties, putting them on while under the covers, and sliding out of bed. She went to her wardrobe and took out her work uniform; grey slacks, black belt, and the ‘iconic’ red, orange and yellow polo shirt and matching cap of Freckles’ staff. With a quick spray of deodorant, she quickly put on everything except the cap, then moved to her makeup table/computer desk/reading desk. After applying her makeup with a well-practiced efficiency, and finally looking presentable now there were no bags under her eyes, she stood up and headed for the door, slamming her cap on like it was any protection against having to explain herself to Ellara.

”Ready to face the music?” she asked back to Archie.
I am so joining this.
@HokumPocus

At first I thought 'Isn't that just Saki'?

Then I remembered Kisara from Kenichi the Mightiest Disciple.

youtube.com/watch?v=nn1ehKAo3ak
@Lucius Cypher

"...I don't care if we're zombies. We need to get you laid."
So we've got a chuunibyou, a gyaru, and (possibly) a big titty goth girl.

Looking good so far!
© 2007-2024
BBCode Cheatsheet