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In CANCELLED. → 8 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay




Featuring Katie Callaghan and Scott Lyon
Location: Chess Club meeting lounge
Interacting with: Themselves and their club mates!


Yes, Katie Callaghan was in chess club. And yes, she’d heard every joke about chess club imaginable. There really weren’t many. Now, why was she in chess club? Well, there were a few reasons. One, was that she was pretty ace at chess. Two, she needed an extracurricular that wasn’t drama, if she wanted to seem like a well rounded student. And three, He was in chess club.

As Katie strutted into the sparsely populated club room, she took her seat at the front table, the table that was always reserved for their first game. And their second. And third. He’d won last time. Not today. She set up the board, taking white for herself, and waited patiently for Him to arrive, her phone in her hand. Anywhere else, she’d be up and chatting, but this was a battlefield. She couldn’t distract herself. The others in the club knew that. She needed to focus, prepare, all so she could win. Because she was going to win. She’d had a few weeks to prepare, to train. This time, she had it in the bag. She was sure of it.

To their peers, this was a big deal. Even to the teacher advisor for chess club, this was a pretty big deal. Katie and her rival were the undisputed chess grandmasters of BHHS. They were real damn good, and they practiced relentlessly. Why? Not so they could be better. So they could beat each other.

At its core, that’s what His and Her rivalry was! It was the driving point behind them being better. So, while to those who were watching this upcoming game of chess, this was a battle of the Titans… to Katie Callaghan and Scott Lyon, this was just another Tuesday.

Which did not excuse Scott’s tardiness.

Scott rolled into the club about ten minutes after he was technically due, and he sat down across from Katie. Scott snapped his gum and took off his hat, putting it down beside him, “I’m baaaaaack.” He said, snapping his gum and smiling across the way at Katie. “Alright, your move.”

Katie smirked. Scott Lyon in the flesh. ”You’re late,” she said, cocking an eyebrow at him as she moved her first piece, a calculated move, one she’d been pondering since she’d walked in. ”Let me guess, you and AJ were off screwing?” Katie said, going straight for the masculinity. Such barbs were child’s play to the pair at this point. Their verbal sparring had lasted since they’d met, and it wasn’t about to end today.

“Hey, AJ and I don’t screw. Even if we did, at least I get laid. I don’t think you’ve ever even been on a date, have you?” Scott asked, looking down at the board and moving his first piece forward. He didn’t have to consider things. He already knew how to win. King’s Gambit. Besides, if it didn’t work, they’d probably play the whole time they were in chess club anyway. He had more than one game to beat her up.

Katie shook her head. ”King’s Gambit? Really? Come on Scotty, I thought you were a bit more advanced,” Katie chided, opening up her center for a countergambit to go for his weakened kingside. ”Has it ever occured to you Scott, that maybe I don’t need a relationship to survive? That I’m perfectly okay with my own excellence?” she asked, her eyebrows raised as if in challenge.

“What excellence?” Scott teased, staring at the board. Well, they didn’t call it a ‘gambit,’ for nothing. Should have went with Queen’s gambit. That was less reckless at least… He’d figure it out. “Maybe I just forgot everything while I was gone. Looks like you just got even more egotistical though, so that’s cool.” He replied, before finally moving a piece. He may end up losing this game… but he would not lose the war.

Katie sighed and moved her next piece. ”You open up with King’s Gambit and call me egotistical? Really?” the blonde jabbed, looking across the table at her old foe. He was the definition of prick. Rude, arrogant, obnoxious, and constantly using his money to get whatever it was he wanted. She couldn’t stand him.

“Yeah, I do. Lil miss perfect over there. I know you think you’re smart because you’re all that in drama and speech and debate and whatever, but hey.” Scott moved his next piece and took a drink from his water bottle, swishing it around for a second. “I dig it. You’re a middle child, so you have to act out to stand out. I get it, really I do. But do you have to be so obnoxious about it? You’re like an internet stereotype coming true right before my eyes.” He explained. The banter was gonna get way too real, way too fast, but Scott had to keep himself in the game. If he kept taunting her, she’d eventually forget about the game and misstep and lose. And he would win, and prove once again: He was superior.

He was baiting her. She knew that. But that didn’t mean she was any less pissed off. Gritting her teeth, she moved her next piece into position, carefully, scanning the board. She wouldn’t do this too fast, she was too good, she’d trained too much. ”Drop dead twice, Scott,” she retorted, her annoyance clear. How long until this turned into their usual chaos? Not long likely. The rest of the club was already beginning to watch their game more than their own. They knew where the entertainment was. ”I can’t help that I’m better than you Scott. Maybe if you pulled your thick head out of your ass for once, you’d be able to see that much.”

Here we go. This wasn’t going to get any better, Scott knew that much, and he knew it well. But she had started it! He’d just sat down, to play some chess and she’d started shit with her first words. Scott picked up his next piece and slammed it down onto the board with authority, “Listen up, slag, have you ever considered not being such a bitch? Maybe then you’d have more than two friends…” Scott retorted, glaring at her. “News flash: people don’t like hanging out with people who do nothing but bitch!”

Katie scowled and slid her next piece across the board, practically carving a path into the table with her grip. It was official, she was pissed. ”What the fuck is your damage, Scott? You are such an insufferable little prick! Let me guess, you feel the need to walk around like Caesar because Owen’s little affliction, runs in the family?” Katie quipped, this time, without any of the humor. They were at war now. And the Chess Club was loving it.

“Wouldn’t you like to know, Katie? You wanna see it, just ask. I’m sure you’ll be blown away — or you’ll run off crying scared, since I know you ain’t never seen one before.” Scott hissed in retaliation. He grabbed a piece and moved it, though he was just as blinded by anger as she was now. He made a move that wasn’t good at all, but he didn’t care. Knocking Katie down was priority now. “You just walk around thinking you’re all that, where you’re nothing Katie Callaghan!”

”At least I don’t have to hide behind all of my family’s money to feel important! Some of us are able to find our identity elsewhere you spoiled little sleaze!” she shouted, using one of her rooks to knock one of his bishops off the board and to the ground.

“Just because my family does alright for themselves doesn’t make me spoiled! Don’t hate me because my life is beautiful bitch, maybe if you lightened up a little you could at least find a man who could tolerate you! Besides, you got just as much expensive shit as I do!” He snapped, using his queen to barrel through her rook. Who did this girl think she was!?

”Why are you so obsessed with my love life or lack thereof? Is your’s so stale that you need to harass me about mine twenty four seven? Or maybe, you’re so obsessed with me cause really all you want is to have a shot, and you know that I have enough self respect in my fucking pinky finger, that you’d never have a shot!” Her bishop took his queen and her look of rage changed to one of antagonizing smugness, her smirk an intentional challenge. Try me.

“Oh, please if I really really wanted you, then I would just go pluck a carbon copy off of tumblr because girls like you are a dime a motherfucking dozen!” He yelled, pushing one of her bishops off of the map aggressively with one of the knights. Man, they got really loud…

Everyone had a breaking point. And Katie Callaghan had reached hers. ”You dick!” she shouted in a rage, her hand flying instinctively to a chess piece and then launching it at Scott. ”You wanna talk to me about carbon copies? Have you seen yourself? You’re just trying to be Owen so bad that you came out a watered down version of AJ, who’s already just a douchier Owen! You wish you were half as unique as I was but I think you know damn well that you’re just trying to be like every other guy at this shitty school!” Another chess piece flew from Katie’s hand as her face grew red with rage.

“I HATE YOU SO MUCH!” Scott screamed, using his hand to throw the chess pieces off to the side before she could use it as more ammunition. “You know what it sounds like to me? That SOMEONE has a crush on Owen! Shit taste, Katie — Owen’s a fuckin’ asshole, I’ll just add that to the MASSIVE LIST OF REASONS THAT I HATE YOU!” Scott threw his middle finger at her, before snatching his hat and turning to storm out of the Chess Club meeting room.

Katie let out a noise, somewhere between a groan, a sigh, and a shriek, before turning to the rest of her club members. ”Mind your own business!” Katie shouted, grabbing her backpack and past the club advisor, who was walking in just as Katie stormed out. Fuck Scott Lyon.

In CANCELLED. → 8 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay


Location: Home -> School Hallways -> Winship's Room
Interacting with: James and Troy (NPCs)


Becca was in the type of business where sleep was necessary. Running the school and waging social warfare was hard work. And Becca liked her beauty sleep. She’d gone to bed early last night, after the meeting with her siblings, and woke up early this morning, well rested and ready for a long day. She had business to attend to.

After getting ready, Becca marched outside, where James was waiting for her at her limo, backseat already open for her. Perfect. Her long legs carried her into the limo, where she took a moment to relax. Today would be a lot, but nothing she couldn’t handle. She had played this game before, and once you learned how, you never forgot.

‘To school, Ms. Helmsley?” James inquired from the driver’s seat, his eyes glancing back at her through the rearview mirror. James had been a loyal friend to her, and a faithful servant for years. She had confidence that he’d see his job through to the end, and to her specifications. James was the best kind of help you could find.

“Yes James. And then after that, I’ll need you to pick up a few things. I’ve already sent the list to your phone, I’m sure you can handle it,” Becca said, grinning. James gave her a curt nod, before putting the limo in drive and beginning down the long driveway leading away from the Helmsley estate. Her brother and sister were nowhere to be seen, but it wasn’t uncommon for them to take different rides to school. Bailee always was an early bird, and Brian took far too long for Becca’s liking.

At school, Becca saw all of her sister’s handiwork laid out. The flyers were everywhere, and everyone was intrigued. Well done Bailee, well done. Becca strutted through the hallway, her heels clacking against her linoleum runway as she made her way to her locker. Becca and her siblings had three lockers, together, that had been reserved for them when they left six months ago. Becca liked her locker, she wasn’t about to lose it to some dweeby little freshman.

She spun the dial on the locker, familiar as her bed at home, and opened it up, pulling out her textbooks and looking around for her backpack. She spotted him, instantly. Short, scrawny, and clearly smitten with her. He stood across the hallway, practically drooling. Smirking ever so subtly, she waved at him, and then beckoned him over. I forgot how easy this was.

”H-h-h-h-hi!” the boy squeaked, his voice cracking and pitching as Becca smiled down at him.

”Well hi there,” Becca replied, grinning and batting her eyelashes at the kid, a freshman by the looks of him. ”I’m Becca. What’s your name?”

”T-t-t-Troy!” he exclaimed, clearly unaware of the spider web he’d walked into.

Becca grinned. He was an enthusiastic one. That was good. Those were always the fun ones. ”Well Troy, thank you for carrying my books,” Becca said with a smirk, dropping her textbooks into the younger kid’s arms, nearly taking the boy to the ground. Rather than protest, he simply gulped, and followed her along as she headed to homeroom, the boy scurrying along behind her.

Once in Winship’s class, she took a seat in the back, and gestured for the boy to place her books on the desk. ”Now Troy, I need you to be back outside the door after the bell rings, okay? You can do that right?” Becca asked, her tone sickeningly sweet. Troy nodded, his head moving too fast so that he looked like a bobble head. Becca grinned and gave him a well deserved kiss on the cheek, before shooing him away, probably so he could go deal with the tent in his pants. Poor boy. They just keep getting easier, don’t they,
In CANCELLED. → 8 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Collab with: @Silent Observer & @Universorum
Monday Night Flashback




Cassie skipped up the driveway of Ophelia’s home, cheer skirt flapping in the breeze as the January chill nipped at her exposed legs. The paper bag filled with weed dangled from her hand, swinging as she made her way inside. Ophelia’s home was no maze to her, not like it was to some others. The sheer size, while daunting, had become familiar to Cassie, and she quickly made her way up to the Candyland HQ, where Kit was still sound asleep on the bed.

“Kit! Wake up! Your sugar daddies have arrived, with gifts for you!” Cassie exclaimed, beaming and shaking the bag of weed around like some sort of illegal maraca. Her excitement at the moment knew no bounds as it practically wafted off of her. If there was one thing Cassie liked more than playing Cupid, it was a good time. And there was no doubt that she was about to have a good time.

“Pffft!” Marshall cracked up, following closely behind Cassie’s chipper ass. He was still carrying the pizzas, which he had somehow miraculously conquered the temptation to eat on the ride here — through the sheer force of will-power and manners alone. He might have bought the pizzas, but they were for Kit, so he could wait to partake of the greasy treat until she could as well. “We might’ve brought the sugar, but ain’t a single one of us here that could be called daddy.”

The brown-haired boy tilted his head and looked to the bed. Kit was still passed out cold — curled up in a tiny crescent shape with her blonde hair sprawled out around her face. It was adorable, enough to make him consider letting her stay asleep. She probably needed it, if she had been up for as long as she said that she was. But… if he did that, the pizza would get cold, and Captain Cuddles was best served fresh.

Marsh set down the boxes on a table and opened the pepperoni one. Kit seemed like a pepperoni kind of girl. He pulled out a slice and walked over to the bed, kneeling down beside it so that he was eye level with the sleeping freshman. Holding the slice of pizza towards Kit, Marshall wafted it under her nose like smelling salts, “Pizza’s here, sweetie, wake uuppp,” he said in a soft, sing-song tone.

Truth be told, Kit probably could have slept a lifetime. Maybe even two lifetimes, but the smell of delicious pizza was more than enough to rouse her from her Kitsleep. At least, that was what Kit called it when she went to sleep after staying up for long hours; like the Odinsleep, the Kitsleep revitalized her energy and her powers, butttt, an exception could be made for pizza. And Marshall’s smelling salts technique worked, as she opened her eyes slowly. Without talking at first, she reached out and took the pizza, slowly bringing it into her mouth.

She chewed the greasy, cheesy, deep dish, unhealthy, carboloaded piece of ooey gooey deliciousness for a long time, before she swallowed and sat up, then took another bite. And another. And then a third. Then, she polished off the bacon and cheese filled crust, and let out a deep breath. Kit rubbed her eyes.

“Did you guys get weed? And what is there to drink in here, huh? I’ve never been here before. Seen it on TV, though. Not this room, but the building. I’m real thirsty.” Kit licked her lips and considered something, before adding, “and hungry.”

“Yeah, he gave us candy weed, too! There’s a soda machine downstairs, infinite combo style. I can get some for you, what kind would you like?”

“Wait, really? Like those big red things with all the billion flavors? If you press fruit flavored, and go to orange and go to the second page, there’s Barq’s Orange Cream soda. Get me that… but, uh, maybe make it diet? I’m trying to, uh, watch my figure.”

“Ooh, girl, don’t I know that. But, no diets today, be right back!” Marshall replied before skipping off downstairs to go get Kit her orange cream soda.

Cassie grinned and strutted over to the bed and took a seat on the mattress, relishing in the familiar comfort of the bed. She opened up the paper bag and pulled out the weed, taking another whiff before placing it daintily in Kit’s lap. ”Here. This is for you,” Cassie said, beaming at Kit. ”Now, get us all high on candy flavored weed!”

Kit furrowed her eyebrows questioningly. Candy flavored weed? What did that even mean? She peered at the weed for a few seconds, before she smelled the bud. “...oh, right on. It’s Skittles! Here, hold on, I think I have a thing…” Kit rolled across the bed to her backpack and pulled it up to her lap, opening up the front pocket. Delicately, she retrieved what looked to be a hand grenade, though it was a bright orange in color. This, she placed by her side.

Then she unzipped the second most pocket, and dug around in it for a few seconds, before pulling out a small glass pipe, and a lighter (which was emblazoned with the Superman logo). She put these things aside, and grabbed the grenade. She pulled it apart and delicately dropped one of the nugs inside, before closing it again, and pulling the pin. There was a soft whirring sound, before she opened it up and looked closely at it. Now satisfied, she took the ground up bits of weed and stuffed them into the pipe. Then she put it to her mouth and lit it, blowing to cherry the bowl before she removed her finger and sucked. Then she pulled the pipe away from her mouth, and coughed valiantly, holding it out to Cassie. “Your turn.”

“She’s like a weed savant!” Ophelia exclaimed, looking over at Cassie and shaking her head. Wild. What a kid.

Cassie took the pipe from Kit, holding it daintily, and looking down at the object like it might snap at her. If Mom knew what I was doing right now...God I’d be dead, Cassie thought before taking a deep, calming breath, exhaling, and putting her lips to the pipe. Mimicking Kit, she inhaled, slowly, and for probably way too long. Removing her finger, she cleared the pipe and exhaled a thick cloud of smoke, coughing as it vacated her lungs. She passed the pipe to Ophelia, tears in her eyes as her lungs threatened to tear her apart from the inside out for putting her through such an ordeal. “That does taste like Skittles!” Cassie managed to eek out in between hacks.

Ophelia accepted the offered pipe, while Kit frowned and patted Cassie on the back. Were they new? If they were new they probably shouldn’t be smoking so hard so fast… While she focused on Cassie, though, Ophelia took the pipe from her friend and stuck it to her lips. She wasn’t going to be outdone by Cassie! Powerfully, she sucked at the pipe, before clearing it. She immediately started hacking, throwing herself onto the bed and coughing frantically. Geezus! “I think I’m dying!”

“Oh, give it five minutes. It’ll pass, and you’ll be fine,” Kit tutted, shoveling another piece of pizza into her mouth with her free hand.

Following a shuffling noise from the stairwell adjacent to the door, Marshall returned, flavored cream soda in-hand. Upon walking into the room and seeing the girls passing a pipe around, Marshall’s jaw dropped, and his eyes grew wide. They were doing it! They were doing it without him. “Bitchesss, you didn’t even wait for me.” He gasped with mock-offense (mostly mock) before making his way back to the bedside. He handed the bubbly beverage to Kit before crawling on the bed beside her, laying on his stomach. “So… how’s it work?”

Cassie was too busy sputtering to offer much of a cohesive answer to her friend, so instead, she pointed to Kit. “Ask her,” she managed to get out, rubbing her sternum in an effort to reduce the burn in her chest. Despite the discomfort she was feeling, she knew that pretty soon she’d be feeling great. The light was near, she could tell.

“Man, you guys are dirty scrubs… Here,” she said, holding the pipe to Marshall's mouth. “Now, I know I'm probably the first girl to tell you this — but I bet not the first person... Suck, Marshall. Like a straw, though. Please, not like a dick.”

Marshall gasped for real this time. This girl was just… a girl. A kid! She was bold though, and… also, she wasn’t wrong. He found himself growing quite fond of this one, she was a keeper. “S’been a while, don’t really remember what that’s like, anyway.” Marsh quipped with a sigh before taking a drag off of the piece of glassware. He realized then, that he had no idea what you were supposed to do next. Did you hold it in? Breathe it back out right away?

Surprisingly enough, Marsh didn’t cough like the others had, but the urge was certainly there. This must be a trait from being a singer, him having really good breath control… Which reminded him that he probably shouldn’t be smoking right now, but, life was a mess, so whatever. Marshall exhaled then, it had probably been long enough, if there was a timing to this kind of thing.

Cassie, having recovered from her fit of coughing, grinned and clapped her hands as Marshall exhaled. “Marshie! You didn’t even cough!” she exclaimed, proud of her friend’s expertise with drug use.

“Of course not. You heard Kit, not my first time being told to suck.” Marshall said with a smirk before rolling over onto his back. He stared at the ceiling and wondered how long it would take to feel different.

Cassie swayed around to an invisible tune, before finally hooking up her phone to the bluetooth speakers in the room. “This song is a classic!

“I like that song.” Ophelia commented from her spot on the bed, wiggling her legs. Kit, on the other hand, was on her third piece of pizza. With her mouth full, she spoke.

“If you want more weed, you can use the grinder to grind some up. See how it's a grenade? I like to pretend I'm a soldier in ‘Nam when I do it. You have to go: GRENADE! GET DOWN!” Kit shouted, diving from the bed to the ground. Then, she poked her head up, resting her chin on the edge. “Then you have weed ready to be loaded! It, uh, really improves the experience.” Kit awkwardly added.

Cassie, still dancing to the music, grinned. “Well, don’t mind if I do,” she said, grabbing a nug of weed and placing it in the grenade. Laughing, she pulled the pin out. “GRENADE! GET DOWN!” she shouted, giggling. “Huh, that is fun,” she said. Once the grinder was done she packed the weed into the pipe and took another hit, smaller this time, and managed to suppress her cough. Ace. “Who’s next?” she asked, holding the pipe out for anyone who wanted it.

“Ooo, me! I still feel like me, and I don’t wanna feel like me.” Marshall rolled back onto his stomach quickly. Suddenly, he felt it, because the world was moving a little slowly. Regardless, he went with what he had said, and took another hit. This time, he did cough. I was just a tiny, dainty throat clearing, before he passed it towards Ophie, or Kit, whoever.

“You’re fun, Kit. So… tell me, what is it about the silver princess that has you all caught up?” Marsh propped his chin up on his hands and crossed his ankles above his bum while he laid on his stomach, smiling down at the little blonde.

Kathryn had to consider this carefully. No one had ever asked her why before! “Well, uhhh… She's very pretty. That's one thing… really, I've mostly spent time… Watching her… you know… From afar? Like, at family functions and stuff. She's really nice. And… Very pretty. Guess that's it really.”

“Pretty? Definitely. Nice? ...questionable. On some days.” Marshall commented, reflecting at the It girl’s catty behavior of late. Her and Brynn seemed to be beefing hard, presumably because Brynn was riding her brother’s d. What a lucky lady, honestly. Marsh was caught up in thinking about Sel’s dreamy brother when his eyebrows stitched together and he realized something odd with Kit’s statement. “Wait… did you say family functions?”

Cassie had been idly looking up at the ceiling, listening to the sweet tunes of Lana Del Rey when she heard Kit and Marshall’s conversation. She rolled over onto her stomach, eyes wide. “You guys aren’t like, related, are you?” she asked, horrified.

“Huh? No, what? My family is the… Well, we're the doctors. For the Lyons, the Greens, the Helmsleys, and the Sterlings. And a couple more I probably forget… But those are the biggest ones. So we go to the BBQs and stuff. Have you never been? They're pretty wild. You guys should go!” Kit exclaimed, clapping her hands together.

“Oh, not family, good... Lyons, Greens, Helmsleys, and Sterlings, all in one place… sounds… messy. You’ll have to invite me next time.” Marsh grinned at her and winked. Tapping his cheek, he mused and attempted to gather the words for his next question. His brain felt cloudy, so it wasn’t easy. “So… are you only into girls — or… just Selena’s?”

“Just Selena's. Other than her, I like doing flippy shit, playing video games, soccer, and beanies. I'm a real big fan of beanies. You should wear one. I bet you would look nice.” Kit gushed, getting another piece of pizza, which she immediately began to stuff into her mouth, “You shoulda got a bunch of cheesy bread. Like deep dish. Eight cheeses. The good shit. Just tell Ty ‘Kit wants the good shit.’ You know what else is good? Fries on pizza. Hey, do you guys like video games?”

Cassie looked up, pondering Kit’s question. Did she like video games? ”I don’t think I’ve ever even played video games,” Cassie said, before hesitantly reaching for a piece of pizza, her diet begging her not to until she suppressed the inner voice with a bite of cheesy goodness.

Marshall had unintentionally started zoning out after Kit had answered his questions. The ceiling tiles had suddenly become very fascinating. “...beanies?” He picked out a single word of the conversation. Would he look good in a beanie? After a bit of a struggle, Marsh withdrew his phone from his pocket and turned on the front-facing camera. He tried to envision a beanie on his head and, in doing so, accidentally dropped the phone on his face. “mm’fuck.”

“You guys are not very good at being high… Ophelia is like, dead. Marshall is on another planet. And Cassie’s diet is all out of whack! It's like I'm hanging out with adults… I bet you all even have alcohol problems, huh? You should start spending time in the day where you chill out for a minute, and smoke weed for an hour…” She shook her head in disappointment — weren't they supposed to be cool?! — before she dug around in her backpack and withdrew a brown Star Wars beanie, with Chewbacca’s face on it. She pulled it over Marshall's face, and held his phone up so he could look into the camera. “See?”

Cassie looked over at Marshall and Kit and grinned. “Marshie! You look great! If Jamie saw you in that...I’m sure you’d get laid like, yesterday!” Cassie exclaimed, clapping her hands together in excitement.

“You think so?” The now beanie-clad boy grinned and bit at his lip. He was sad earlier, and he remembered that he should probably still be sad, but that name still made him smile. And! There was totally a way that Jamie could see him like this. “I have an idea!” Making a second attempt to operate his phone camera, he snapped a selfie. No… too smiley. Delete. He snapped another one, this time with a pout. Better. After captioning it with a request to talk tomorrow morning, he boldly sent the Snapchat without proofreading, or thinking twice.

As quickly as Marshall had sent his snapchat, a text came in from the young journalist himself.

”Uh, k”
In CANCELLED. → 8 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay


Location: Nichols Home -> Homeroom
Interacting With: Katie Callaghan



As the sun began it’s ascent into the sky, one citizen of the 90210 was stirred from his creative endeavors. With a look of confusion, the subject in question, a tall, lanky boy, no older than sixteen, crossed his room to the window, peering out as if to be completely sure the sunrise was real. He saw no reason to believe it wasn’t. “Shit. I did it again.” Noah had a rather nasty habit of getting sucked into his art, and tended to forget the rest of the world. Sometimes he’d step back and realize he’d been working for hours on end, and had forgotten to sleep. This was one of those mornings. Yawning as he realized what this meant for the day, he sighed and flopped on his bed to wallow for a moment.

“Noah, it’s time to get up.” The soft voice of Vincent, Noah’s assistant, came over the speaker set up in Noah’s room. Groaning, the young savant rolled out of bed, and shuffled to the shower. “Thanks Vincent,” Noah grumbled, as he entered the bathroom.

After a quick shower, Noah got dressed and headed downstairs, doing his best to rub the sleep out of his eyes. In the living room, his mom was seated at the couch, a plate of waffles on her lap, watching CNN in her pyjamas. His mom, normally in a number of different countries doing important work for the State Department, had the next few weeks off at home, so she intended to laze about as much as possible. She grinned as she saw Noah walk in. “You have a waffle waiting for you on the counter Picasso,” she said, pointing to a plate which held an enormous, fluffy waffle, drenched in syrup.

Noah grinned, and grabbed the plate from the counter, then took a seat next to his mom, digging in before he’d even touched the couch. “What’s going on now?” Noah asked, gesturing to the television. Madison Nichols shook her head, frowning. “Remember the representative from New York? Timothy Prince? He just announced he’s running for President,” she explained. Noah didn’t need her to explain that she wasn’t a fan of Prince. Her face said it all. Noah shook his head, commiserating with her, despite having little to no opinion on the subject.

After breakfast, Noah hopped in the passenger seat of his mom’s SUV, and stared out the window, making small talk with his mom as she drove him to school. As much as he loved her, the drive to school was always unpleasant for him, and he couldn’t quite find it in himself to give her much more than one word answers. School was stupid. It was where the meatheads went, the hornets and the gnats, the normal people. Noah wasn’t normal, he wasn’t made to be around normal people. His blood was on fire. Everyone else might as well have been doused in flame retardant.

Well, that is, except for Katie and Joy. They were revolutionaries, just like him. Joy was wicked smart, like Noah was with paint and pastels, but with books. And Katie? Katie just, understood, like, everything. She was his twin practically. And the way she just, could fit in, everywhere. Like, not just with the drama kids, with everyone. She could go talk to Damian O’Connor and Selena Sterling, and A Double and the Burners, and she was just so...liked. Forest green crept up Noah’s throat, envy for what Katie had. He pushed it down, made the green a beautiful, bright red, the color of an exploding sun because that’s what Katie reminded him of. A sun that was so brilliant and bright it exploded and became even more awesome.

Once at school, Noah hugged his mom and waved goodbye, before walking into the building, his head down, wary of the different people passing by. Luckily, he was invisible today, no target for the meatheads, and he made it to homeroom without incident. He found Katie in the back, scrolling through her phone, feet up on a desk, reserving it for him. She grinned once she saw him, and moved her feet so he could take a seat. ‘Hey Da Vinci, what’s up?” she asked, pocketing her phone. Noah grinned. No matter how bad school was, at least he’d always have Katie.
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Location: The Callaghan Residence -> Homeroom
Featuring: Jamie Callaghan & Katie Callaghan


Katie Callaghan’s morning routine consisted of waking up an hour and a half before she had to leave for school with Jamie, showering, blow drying her hair, curling it if she decided to that day, getting dressed, and finally applying makeup. Once that was all done, should time allow, she’d scroll through her various social medias, catching up on the fast times of Beverly Hills. This morning, said catching up proved eventful. Why? Well, the Helmsley’s were back. Jamie’s gonna flip!

Meanwhile, nextdoor, Jamie was finishing up his own process,. He was standing in front of the mirror, carefully evaluating his outfit. He had to dress to impress. Why? Marshall had snapped him last night. He’d clearly been stoned, but Jamie obliged anyways, and agreed to talk. And for that he had to look good. Jamie sighed. ”Why couldn’t I be straight?” he mused.

Suddenly, Katie walked in, no knock to forewarn her entrance, Typical. ”Katie! Knocking! Try it!” an exasperated Jamie exclaimed. Katie paused, and cocked an eyebrow at her brother. ”Why? Should I worry about walking in on you getting laid?” she asked, smirking. Jamie flipped her the bird.

”Your pitiful sex life aside, look,” Katie said, shoving her phone into her brother’s face, showing off an immaculate picture of the Helmsley Three, back in Beverly Hills, posted on Becca’s Instagram. Caption: “Three heads are better than one!”

”Well, that’s a development,” Jamie said, earning a look of shock from Katie. ”What? No freak out? You couldn’t have been planning for this one,” Katie said. Normally news like this would send her brother into scheme mode, but he was surprisingly calm. Why? Everyone knew the Helmsley’s were firmly anti-Hailey, and Jamie seemed to be on Hailey’s team? Right?

Jamie shook his head. ”Katie, ever heard that old saying, the enemy of my enemy is my friend? Well, the Helmsley’s are my friends. Tentatively.” Jamie said, smirking as he grabbed his bag and made for the door. ”The Helmsleys coming home is good for everyone. They keep Hailey in check, and if there’s anything Hailey needs, it’s a good check. And no, I’m not referring to the paper kind.” Katie scoffed. ”You’d think this is House of Cards the way you talk,” Katie said, following Jamie downstairs, her own backpack thrown over her shoulder. ”You should try being more like me and Noah and Joy. Out of people’s business.”

Now it was Jamie’s turn to scoff. ”Now where’s the fun in that?”

Katie shook her head. She’d never understand the force that pulled her brother to Hailey and her circle. She didn’t need the kind of validation he did, or at least, she didn’t need it from people like them. Katie was lucky enough to possess a maturity that most kids her age didn’t have. The downside to this, was that she couldn’t wrap her head around the high school bull shit. There’s worse things in the world.

The car ride to school was quick, and soon the siblings found themselves in Mrs. Winship’s room. Jamie took his usual seat, near where Trixie, Hailey, Selena, and the Candies normally sat. Marshall was yet to arrive. Jamie’s stomach dropped at the idea of speaking to him. What would they say? Was Marshall gonna explain the whole thing away? Tell Jamie he was being crazy? Tell him he was leaving Riley for him? Tell him he didn’t have a chance? Question after question flew through Jamie’s head as he struggled to keep his cool, awaiting the moment of truth.

Meanwhile, Katie had taken a spot in the back corner of the room, adjacent to the drama kids, but truly a space all it’s own. Here she waited for Noah and Joy, hoping they weren’t too long. She was bored, and needed someone to talk shit about her peers with.
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Rose didn’t know how she should feel about her day so far (especially after the Shauna and Damian showdown in drama). She hadn’t yet gotten an opportunity to talk to her brother about everything because he’s been preoccupied with Quincy ever since the party — who wouldn’t? Quincy was so nice, so chill, and so pretty, it made complete sense that her and her brother clicked. Her brother deserved someone like Q to give him butterflies. How did butterflies feel? Rose’s cheeks shifted to a light pink as she thought about the party, again.

Damn that party.

Q would be one of the only girls Rose felt comfortable with getting advice from, that wasn’t her mama, or her auntie Lala. Rose didn’t have many girl friends. There was Pippa, but Pippa had gotten sick and taken an underdetermined leave of absence. Then there was the rest of Justin Credible’s crew and their wives and their children, but they weren’t necessarily the core of Rose’s family. Usually, it was Rose, A Double, and the boys. Quincy was a perfect addition, having joined the group a little less than a year ago, and eased in like it was nothing, which reminds her! Rose needed to ask Q if she could take pictures of her around the city. Maybe they can set some time aside tomorrow to do that.

Parking the Trip Ship (also goes by Weed Wagon and the Burn Bus) in front of the Taco Spot, since more often than not, Rose drove everyone around, and her mama wanted her to have a safe ride, but a big ride (just in case). The blonde hopped out of her vibrant car, which could be seen a mile away. It smelt of fresh, very fresh weed, since Rose took the time after theatre to smoke the rest of Doc’s stuff, having spread her weed throughout the school day. Absolutely necessary. She was fortunate that her mom got her a car she could make her own. Personalize it however she’d like! In another life, perhaps Rose would’ve been a hippie, but in this life, she was a girl with a van, and lots of friends that made her happy.

Entering the Taco Spot, Rose gave Larry Boy, the usual cashier working when they came by, which was at least three times a week, a big grin and kiddish wave, before making her way to the table she knew that her brother would be at. Their table. They were regulars. Tacos were amazing. Even better when high.

And weed, for Rose, was the best thing known to man, ESPECIALLY when you had anxiety out the wazoo, like her. She felt like she could now talk about things in a calm and orderly manner. Her eyes lightened up when she saw Q and Wyatt too. “Hihi! How’s everyone?”

Quincy was tucked under A Double’s arm, leaning into him as they waited for the others. When Rose walked over, she grinned, and waved. “Hey, Rose!” she said. Rose was good people, in Quincy’s book, at least. She was eccentric, sure, and yeah, people thought she was weird, but she was always nice to Q, and that’s what mattered.

When Q greeted Rose, Wyatt looked up from his phone and a grin burst across his face. “Rose!” he exclaimed, patting the seat next to him, his way of saying ‘Sit next to me.’

When Rafael had received the group text for tacos towards the end of anime club, he had quickly agreed to join the rest of his crew. He was stoned, and when he was stoned, he got hungry as fuck (who didn’t?). Riff invited his new, small, pretty friend to join them, and she had mentioned that she needed to head home first. The Taco Spot was quite a distance from the school, but if Raf got on his board and headed there right after club, he would probably beat Gib-Gab. As it turns out, he did beat Gabriela, but the rest of the gang was already seated upon his arrival.

Rafael skated in through the restaurant doorway, which was propped open to allow some ventilation through the crowded dining area. Larry gave Riff a stern glare and called him out by name to put the skateboard away. Raf obliged, buckling the board up to his backpack once more with an apologetical smile and a friendly wave towards the clerk.

“Holaaa” Rafael greeted his friends happily, jogging towards their shared table. Using his speed and momentum, Riff jumped up and slid into the booth — crash landing into Q and A Dubs. He was small, so it didn’t really hurt, it just smooshed the three of them into the bench seat together. Cozy… it felt nice. “What’s up? I think I could eat like… fifteen tacos right now.”

A Double was busy, and hadn’t really looked up at either Raf, or Rose. His nose was buried in his phone, and the one who had the most of his attention was Q, who had pulled his arm around her of her own volition, snuggling into him. A Double was busy, he was playing Pokémon, and he had priorities. He didn’t have to make his order, they knew what he wanted, he got the same stuff almost every day, and he wanted to play Pokémon.

As soon as they’d walked inside, A Double had sat down at the table, and pulled out his phone, downloaded a GameBoy Emulator, and Pokémon Yellow. Now, he was playing it. He’d made it through the first route, and was currently doing his best to beat up Brock. It wasn’t working.

When he felt Raf shove into them, though, he finally looked up, blinking twice as he saw Rose and Raf having arrived. “Oh, hey guys! When did you get here?”

“Just now, Double A.” Rose clicked her tongue in annoyance, crossing her arms as she sat close to Wyatt. Not as close as Q was with her brother, but close enough to show they were buddy buddy. “I have stuff I need to tell you, when you can take time out of your busy schedule for me.” He was such a butt.

“Oh… right… I have stuff to tell you too. But like, everyone, not just Dubs.” Rose had unintentionally reminded Rafael that he needed to tell them about their potential sixth arrival. He probably should have included that in his text to the group chat, but oh well, in person was better. “I found someone shorter than me, guys. At anime club. So maybe I won’t be the babiest burner now. I invited her, and she’s cool, and likes DnD and anime and stuff, so, I hope she comes.”

As if on cue, the door entered, and in walked a girl who was indeed shorter than Raf. She had medium length blonde hair that looked as if it had recently had a battle with a hairbrush and won. Her roots were very dark, though, and her hair was an unnatural, silvery blonde. She was definitely born brunette. She was wearing boots, skinny jeans, and a leather jacket over a t-shirt with a rickroll meme on it. At odds with this meticulously crafted ‘don’t give a shit’ look was her conspicuous lipgloss. The girl grinned a giddy smile as she made her way over to the group, waving.

Q grinned at the new arrival. It wasn’t uncommon for them to invite different people to hang out with them, in fact it was pretty normal. But for Raf to invite a girl? And a pretty girl at that? Well, that was new. Quincy looked her up and down, analyzing her. She’d clearly been going for an easygoing look, something that screamed ‘I’m fun! But wholesome!’ The lip gloss though, was a clear sign that she wanted someone to notice her. Smirking, Q turned to Raf. “Raf, why don’t you introduce us to your friend?” Q suggested.

While Q was clear of the new girl’s intentions, Rose was sipping Wyatt’s cherry coke through a bendy straw, she has a bunch of bendy straws in her bag, staring dumbly at the girl. The girl was cute. A new person! Hopefully she was cool and didn’t mind weed. They all smelled like it, most definitely. Rose was never one to understand when people made subtle, or blaring obvious, advances… she was a cinnamon roll.

After explaining that they should expect a newcomer, Rafael immediately went to work on snacking. There was a huge platter of loaded nachos in the center of the table, and they had Raf’s name all over them. Oh, wow, was it possible for a boy to be this hungry and not be dying? It sure felt like death. Riff meticulously crafted the most ideal bite of nacho known to man — precariously balanced atop a single tortilla chip — and went to lift it to his mouth.

“Huh?” Raf looked over to Quincy when she spoke, clearly disturbed that his enjoyment of this perfect nacho was interrupted. He went back to attempting to eat it as he followed her gaze to the doorway. Woah. The chip halted in it’s journey, caught in limbo, as Rafael stared at the new arrival. There he sat, stunned and frozen in time, with his mouth agape and a chip poised in front of it. And he just… stared.

A Double did not speak. He did, however, put his phone down and lean across his lover, reaching out with a single finger, and closed Raf’s mouth for him. A Double didn’t want like… a bug to fly in there, or something.

“Or don’t. Sorry about him, I’m Quincy,” Q said, grinning and waving at the new girl. Raf was head over heels, clearly, but hopefully Q could distract her for a second, so Raf could at least remember how to speak. “This is my boyfriend, A Double, and that’s Wyatt, and this is Rose,” she explained, gesturing to her friends.

Raf’s reaction honestly caught Gab off guard, and for a moment, she was as stunned as he was, but it passed long before his did. She’d dressed to make a good honest impression, minus the lip gloss. Was that for Raf?....yes. Was she expecting this reaction? Even after this afternoon, no. Not at all. Raf was doing his best impression of her when he told her he thought she was pretty. It was flattering, but a little embarrassing. And they were in a group. She turned her attention away from him for now and turned to Quincy. “Hey!” she greeted to every member of the group in turn. “I’m Gabby. Gabriela Garcia. Nice t’meet you all!” She then sat down at the last available space; opposite Raf.

“Gabriela,” Raf greeted her without using her nickname, which led him to fall into a mexican accent as he said her name in full. He smiled then, having fully recovered from his stoned and stunned state. Riff wasn’t shy by any means, he simply didn’t expect her to look like that when she walked in. She didn’t look like that earlier! It wasn’t his fault… “You made it! Yes, this is Gib-Gab. She’s gonna be our new DM, and make us play regularly. Maybe.”

“Oh heyyyyy GG, Double G, G-aroni! It’s nice to meet you.” Rose can get behind the name. Lots of nickname potential. “I love dungeons and dragons. Ma and dad use to play it all the time. Now they’re in Japan having the time of their lives without meeeeee.” Gimme some Nachos, Raf! Rose went for the food. She was famished.

Wyatt waved enthusiastically at the new addition to their ragtag little group. “Hi! I’m Wyatt! Well, you knew that, but y’know. Just making sure. Just warning you about our D&D team though. We tend to suck. And by that, I mean we get stoned and never finish,” Wyatt explained, grinning. “You go to BHHS?”

The moment she heard Rose’s first sentence, she knew she’d like her. Wyatt also welcomed her. After listening to them both, she tried to answer them both at once, too excited and not having the patience to answer one, and then the other. “Yup! I go to BHHS. I’m a freshman. And I’ve never been a DM before, but how hard can it be? I’ve seen it done for years!” She then leaned towards Rose. She wouldn’t try and copy Rose’s nickname game. Besides, Rose was perfectly fine. “So, Rose. Your parents are in Japan? Sugoi! I’ve always wanted to take a vacation there!”

“Mhm! They’re in powder heaven, Niseko United, with Adubs’ parents. Livin’ uncle’s dreams on the slopes. Oh, and so you’re not confused when someone out of the blue calls me Ana, my full name is Ilyana Rosalyn Powers. It’s rare though, since that’s my grandma. She’s number one Ana. And Adubs and me are basically related.” Rose clicked her tongue, a gentle smile gracing her face, when suddenly their table was blessed with TACOS. They were regulars so usually the employees just gave them a bunch of food they usually ordered.

The waiter was surprised at the lively bunch. No, not really, this wouldn’t be the first time someone new has shown up at their table, nor was it the first time these kids were loud and full of energy. He happily stared at the newcomer. “What can I get you?” He patiently asked. Maybe she’d become a regular and he wouldn’t have to ask for her order. That would make his job easy as balls.

Gabby hadn’t even looked at the menu yet, and quickly grabbed it, scanned it, and selected the first thing she saw that she thought she’d really like, which was the second thing on the menu. “Yes, could I have the crunchy beef taco special, please? The waiter graciously nodded and went off on his merry way, having forgotten to ask her what she wanted to drink.

Wyatt’s eyes widened as the waiter set a platter of tacos down on the table. He grabbed one and took a bite, then looked up at Gabby. “Hey, do ya smoke, Gabby? ‘Cause, if so, we’ve got a ton of weed,” Wyatt said, his mouth full of taco. Q reached across the table and smacked Wyatt on the shoulder.

“Wyatt, you can’t just ask people if they smoke!” Quincy scolded, grabbing her own taco. Wyatt furrowed his brow, confused.

“But then, how do you find out if they do?” Wyatt asked.

Q rolled her eyes. “You don’t call them out on it in the middle of a taco restaurant, that’s for sure.”

“YES!” A Double shouted, before he looked up from his phone. He had been totally removed from everything for the past like, however long it had been, but it had been worth it. It had been worth it for two reasons, one: there were tacos now! Exciting. And two? “I beat Brock. I have my very own Boulder Badge.” A Double explained excitedly, reaching out and grabbing a taco of his own, stuffing the carne asada goodness into his mouth.

Then, he looked at Rose. “What do we need to talk about? I mean, I guess we can talk about anything. But maybe you have something specific to talk about. I dunno. I guess it’s impossible for me to know… since you never told me what you have to talk about. I don't think you did. Unless I missed it. I’ve been really paying attention to this game, cuz it’s real important I think.”

Rafael kept quiet, because food was here now, and food took precedence. He listened to his friends chat as he hungrily munched on tacos, occasionally stealing glances at Gabby. What? She was pretty, and her lips were all shiny now, and he was totally into it.

Now her brother wanted to talk. Tongue click. “Later. Not here. Let’s eat tacos.” Before taking a massive bite out of her burrito supreme, she glanced over at Gabby and gleamed, “Welcome to the table of Misfit Toys. We have our quirks, but I think we’ll be the coolest people you know. Cool people attract cool people, and I think you’re cool.”

“Thanks for thinking I’m cool!” Gabby replied to Rose, before turning her attention to Wyatt, after their last conversation was interrupted by pokemans. Gabby suddenly got quiet, and leaned in. “I’ve never smoked before, no. I’m fifteen. But, uh, I wouldn’t say no,” she smirked.

Wyatt nodded as he chewed his food, swallowing before opening his mouth. “Dope”

“Literally,” Gabby shot back, giggling at her own joke as she sat back. She spared a glance at Raf to see how he was doing and caught him staring, which made her cheeks color a little.

“You’ve never smoked?” Riff spoke up after swallowing a bite. He was already two and a half tacos in, so he felt sated enough to speak again. “I feel like I started way earlier than fifteen, but that’s prolly ‘cause I was hanging out with these older goofs.”

Ever the helpful person, A Double dug around in his pockets, before withdrawing his dab pen, which he held out to Gabby. “Here. It’s Mountain Dew flavored, which sounds gross, but really it just tastes like Mountain Dew. To be honest though, lately it’s been tasting like Q cuz she does this… thing. But you’ll be okay. I don’t think she’s gonna do that thing. You just put the pipe piece in your mouth and press the button and suck in until the button is red, then you take it out of your mouth and remember, if you aren’t coughing, you aren’t trying hard enough.”

Gabby took the dab pen, and stared at it, with a very nervous, giddy wide grin. “You know that scene in Harry Potter One where he gets his wand and then his hair starts blowing?” She asked to nobody, before staring at it a second or two longer. Then she just went for it. She did exactly as A Double instructed and sure enough she was coughing and spluttering up a storm. She handed the pen back to him. “Holy hell! How do you get used to that? It feels like if jaegerbombs weren’t a drink but were breathing in smoke from a fire!”

“Cute.” Riff remarked with a grin, having finished taco number three. “You get used to that, or, you just start to not mind it.”

Q chuckled at Gabby’s reaction, and gently took the pen from A Double’s grasp, taking a hit and exhaling like a trained professional. “See? It’s rough sometimes in the beginning, but you’ll get the hang of it,” Q explained, placing her head on A Double’s shoulder, and returning the pen to his hand.

“Especially if we take you to the 500 Acre Woods. You’ll get an automatic contact high.” Rose reached for a napkin and gently patted her face. For a moment, she forgot Gab wasn’t yet part of the group so she wouldn’t know that the 500 Acre Woods was also Dreamland which also was the place her and Adubs lived which use to have a massive weed farm but now is like a giant playground for them and her parents.

“The 500 Acre Woods?” Gabby inevitably asked. “Is that like a forest you all go to get high, or something?”

A Double shook his head, pocketing the pen back into its rightful home as he thought about how best to phrase this. “No, it’s like this place where we do fun stuff and smoke weed and stuff and chill out… and stuff. It’s called the 500 Acre Woods on account of my dad’s name being Christopher Robin. You know, like Winnie the Pooh? Anyway, we do cool stuff there. Like, uh, have you ever played golf? We play golf there. Only, instead of golf balls we use pocket bikes. And, instead of golf clubs we just drive the bikes. It’s called fifty golf. And we have a mega ramp and like a lil skatepark and stuff. It’s just five hundred acres of fun stuff, to do. And a big house. And like, an underground house, too?”

“Meanwhile, my dad likes to call it Dreamland, because that’s where their dreams came true! That’s where the magic happened and they became the extreme athletes we know today. JUSTIN CREDIBLE. Say-it-fast!” Rose’s eyes twinkled thinking about her dad performing live in front of everyone. They could’ve died countless times! But they’re still alive and probably still being insane in Japan.

Gab listened to the description of the 500 Acre Wood. “It does sound amazing, and I’d love to go there one day with you guys, but I prefer Dreamland. It’s snappier.” At that moment, her tacos arrived, and she rubbed her hands with glee and started to tuck in.

Everyone was enjoying their food in all its glory. The best feeling in the world. For a good long while, all you could hear was the sound of chewing. Stoners had priorities. Food was one of them. “Maybe this weekend? If that’s alright with my bro, which reminds me!” Rose enthusiastically chirped. “Quincyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy—” One sec. Nom. Bite the burrito. Okay, continue. “—yyyyyyyyyyyyy. Can I take pictures of you tomorrow in some of your favorite places? It’s for photography and I think you’d be the perfect model.”

Quincy grinned, covering her mouth and swallowing a bite of her taco. “Yeah, sure. I’ve gotta warn you though, I don’t think I’m that interesting,” Quincy said with a shrug. ”But if it helps you out, I’m all in.”

A Double reached for a taco, but found only despair, as his hand grabbed nothing but the cold, damp air of sadness. He stared at the platter, once full of delicious food, and felt his heart slowly drop down to the floor. He was… still hungry. He kissed Quincy, and then stood up, slipping away from the table after squirming his way past Raf. A Double wandered, like a lost puppy, to the cashier desk.

There, he spoke with the waiter, then handed him a credit card. A Double twiddled his thumbs for a few minutes, before the waiter came back with four giant bags hanging on his arms. He transferred the bags to A Double, and A Double brought them back to the table. “Me and Q are going to Dreamland to watch cartoons,” he announced. “I was still hungry, though, so I got a few more tacos. Like… like I think thirty more tacos. And some other stuff, too.”

Q shook her head, smirking, before getting up out of the booth to join A Double, relieving him of two of the bags. She turned to the others and waved, the bag in her hand flopping around. ”Bye! It was nice meeting you Gabby! I’ll see you guys tomorrow,” she said, grinning and walking out with A Double, into the mid-day warmth of Beverly Hills.
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Featuring: Jamie Callaghan & Katie Callaghan
Location: The Callaghan Home



As the elegant trees and luxurious mansions of Beverly Hills flew by Jamie’s car, his mind was focus on one thing. How the hell am I going to explain this one away, he thought, chancing a glance in his rearview mirror, where he could see his eye was already beginning to bruise. His stomach was churning with rage, but he kept a cool exterior, doing his best to focus on the road ahead, struggling to keep his thoughts from drifting to Owen.

As he pulled his car into the driveway, Jamie chewed his lip, anxious about how he was going to explain the black eye on his face to his mother. Gritting his teeth, he walked into his home, and made a beeline for the staircase, doing his best to avoid any sort of conversation. “Jamie? Is that you?” his mom shouted from the kitchen, her footsteps indicating that she was making her way into the entryway. “Yeah Mom! It’s me! I’ll be down in a second, I just need to talk to Katie!” Jamie responded, quickly shuffling into Katie’s room, slamming the door closed behind him.

Katie, who had been at her desk chipping away at her homework, spun around, ready to curse out whoever just barged into her room, when she saw Jamie, standing there, his left eye swollen and bruised. “What the hell happened to you? Did Owen do that?” Katie asked, her face a mask of shock. Jamie was quick to put a finger to his lips, doing his best to keep her quiet. ”Yes, it’s from Owen, but that doesn’t matter. I need to hide this from Mom. She’ll flip her shit if she thinks I got into a fight,” Jamie said, earning an understanding nod from his sister.

“I see. Unfortunately, I don’t think I have nearly enough foundation to cover up that whopper. Not to mention, we aren’t the same tone,” Katie said, turning back around to face her homework. Jamie gritted his teeth, muttering an expletive under his breath. It was then that they heard their mom, trekking up the stairs. “Jamie Callaghan, I haven’t seen you all day, and then you come home and run right up-” Alison Callaghan voice was cut off by the slam of a book hitting the door behind Jamie, and his own terrified shout. Suddenly, Alison burst into the room, intent on discovering what the hell was going on.

”What in the hell was that?! Jamie, why are you covering your eye?” Desperate, Jamie had covered his eye the moment the door opened, praying he figured a way out of this. Or discovered magical healing powers. Or died on the spot. Katie jumped up with a response, her brain working overtime. “I threw a book at him. And he didn’t catch it. And it hit him in the face. The eye actually. I threw it really hard, he’s probably got a real shiner,” she explained, her mouth moving as fast as she could.

Alison gave her two children looks of suspicion, but dropped it when Jamie pulled away his hand, revealing his black eye. “Oh! Oh my! Oh, I’ll go get-“

“Mom, it’s fine,” Jamie said. His mom pursed her lips and shook her head. “You kids are going to kill me. Dinner’s in an hour. Please, don’t throw things at eachother,” Alison said, reaching up and ruffling Jamie’s hair before heading downstairs again.

Jamie breathed a sigh of relief and turned to face Katie. “I owe you one,” Jamie said. Katie smirked. “Don’t worry about it.”
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A @Universorum and @smarty0114 collab
Featuring: Q&A and Wyatt Durand
Location: A Double’s Car
Interacting With: @Silent Observer @Lovely Complex text messages, come get tacos
or don’t i guess but you’d break a double’s heart
Quincy was, for the first time in forever, putting some effort into how she looked. Yeah, she’d looked like a hobo all day at school, but that didn’t mean she had to look like a hobo when she went out with A Double. Obviously she wasn’t going to completely doll herself up, that would be preposterous. But a spritz of perfume, and, gasp, some make-up weren’t going to hurt.

In other words, Quincy was head over heels. If anyone saw her as she looked in the mirror at that moment, they could tell you as much. Because there’s not a person alive who stresses as much as Quincy was over a simple fling. Quincy was, for better or worse, falling very quickly for A Double. Well, more accurately, she’d been falling for a very long time. She just hadn’t realized it quite yet.

A Double wasn’t thinking this through quite as much as Q. He had parked the car in front of Q’s house almost ten minutes ago, but he had told Wyatt they were gonna give Q a minute to do ‘girl stuff.’ To be honest? A Double wasn’t sure what ‘girl stuff’ pertained to, but he knew from experience that it took her at least fifteen minutes to get ready.

Now that it had been about ten, he texted Q a simple text saying that they were there! Then, he turned over to Wyatt. “Okay, dude. She should be here soon! The longer we wait, the more tacos I’m gonna eat, man. I really like tacos.”

Wyatt grinned at the thought of tacos. ”I’m gonna get like...at least twelve. I fucking love tacos, and I am so hungry. God, where is Q?”

As soon as the words had left his mouth, the passenger side door opened up and Q was suddenly there, causing a very stoned Wyatt to jump with shock. ”Woah, Q, long time no see!” he said, earning an eye roll and a smirk from Q. ”Nice to see you too Wyatt. Now, uh, can ya move?” Wyatt looked down at his seat. Why would he move? He always sat shotgun. He looked over at A Double, and then back at Q, and then back at A Double, and once more to Q before he pieced it together. ”Ohhhhhhhhh.” Wyatt nodded and clambered into the back seat, as Q took his place, leaning over and planting a kiss on A Double’s cheek. ”Hey,”

A Double watched as Wyatt clambered into the back and shrugged his shoulders. He sort of agreed with it, but he couldn’t remember the last time Wyatt hadn’t rode shotgun! Weird, man. He shifted the car into gear and pulled onto the rode, smiling over at Q. “Hey! You excited for tacos. I’m excited for tacos.” He said happily, heading toward the spot. “So, hey, I offered to buy that dude you punched tacos, but he didn’t want any tacos, and he was really upset. So I guess he and his friends aren’t gonna hang around at the spot anymore? Which is okay! I told him about another skatepark that’s pretty killer across town. I hope they find a place to hang out! I dunno how I feel about people leaving. Burntown’s supposed to be welcoming, not scaring people off-ing.” A Double paused, and gave Q a rather serious look.

“I’m not gonna tell you to not punch people. Really, I’m not gonna tell you not to do anything, because I can’t really tell you what to do. But I’m gonna ask really nicely… please don’t punch people at Burntown? Punch them away from Burntown. Like, by all means, babe. Punch. But not in the happy place.” There. That was handled maturely, right?

Q chewed her lip for a second. How was she gonna go about this? C’mon Q, it’s A Double. Straight forward is the only way to go, she thought, looking out at the road. She then turned to face her boyfriend, frowning slightly. ”Look, A Double, they don’t want to hang out at Burntown cause they don’t approve of us being y’know… together. They don’t like that I used to be friends with Hailey and the Bitch Brigade,” she explained, biting her lip as her stomach did flips.

A Double listened to her talk, and when she said her piece, he frowned slightly. “Really? That’s dumb. You’re not friends with them anymore! Even if you were, we don’t… really have a problem with Hailey and her friends. They are friends right? I can never really tell.” A Double shrugged his shoulders, “People are weird. Why can’t they just be relaxed like me?” He said, making a discontent face. If everyone just chilled the fuck out, the school and the world alike would be much different, and much better places.

Quincy shook her head, sighing. “It’s high school babe, that’s why. That said, Hailey’s bubble of protection isn’t exactly extended to every outcast who happens to join our merry little band. I’m guessing that’s why they weren’t too pleased. But, that’s bullshit anyways. Are Raf and Rose coming?” Quincy asked, doing her best to change the subject without being too obvious. She didn’t want to talk about BHHS politics anymore, it exhausted her.

A Double wasn’t necessarily a smart man, but he definitely wasn’t a dumb one. He caught onto the attempts to change the subject, though when Q brought up something else, her choice of subject brought a look of surprise to his face. He totally forgot about them! Oops, time to assemble the squad. “Oh… oops. I forgot to text them! But now I’m driving… Can one of you two do it? I bet they’ll want to come. They’re our best friends, after all.” WHOOPS. “Just tell ‘em to meet us at the spot.”

Wyatt had been seated in the back, quietly looking down at his shoes. This was partly because he’d become mesmerized by the materials they were made of, the complex weaving and stitching, but also because Q had taken his spot. And it felt...shitty? It’s no big deal WyGuy. Calm down,” he told himself, fending off the oh so swift feelings of abandonment that had always seemed so common. Wyatt perked up though, at the mention of Rose and Raf. “I’ll text ‘em in the group chat,” Wyatt said, pulling out his phone and slowly typing a text to the crew’s group chat.

To: Pipin’ Hot Group Chat
Tacos at the spot in ten

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