Mimi leaned into the microphone a little, tipping it forward on its stand. She sang with a growl in her throat and a smirk playing about her lips, finishing the verse. Rudi finished the riff, then dropped into a minor chord. Lara’s fingers played across her keyboard and Katie snapped it up to eighth-beats on the snare. Mimi let the mic sway back, then lifted her bass a little higher as the four girls, known collectively as The Tartans, launched into the chorus.
’Cause I’m a bad girl! And you’re a bad boy!
And baby, nothing lasts forever!
Yeah I’m a bad girl! And you’re a bad boy!
Oh baby, let’s be bad together!
Mimi leaned into the mic again as the second verse began. Lara’s keyboards rose in volume to match as Rudi dropped back on guitar. As Mimi began to sing, however, Katie got off-beat, and everything ground to a sudden halt. In frustration, Rudi played a sour note on purpose.
Katie groaned, frustrated with herself. “Sorry, I’m sorry guys,” she said.
“Jeez, Katie,” snapped Lara. “That’s like, three times. What gives?”
Katie shrugged helplessly. “I dunno, I just—“
“If you’re having trouble, just play lazy, Katie,” Rudi suggested.
Katie blinked at Rudi, then looked at Mimi. “Mimi, do you mind?”
Mimi grinned a little. “If it means you’ll stop stumbling on the backbeat, sure, go for it.”
Rudi and Katie laughed, but Lara frowned deeply. She almost said something, but then just turned away and stared at the set-list for a moment. “Can we switch it up a little?” she asked, and the others looked at her quizzically. Lara forced a smile. “Let’s do Alma Mater.”
Rudi started to shake her head, but Mimi spoke first. “Sure, Click. We can switch it up. We’re gonna come back to Bad Together, though, at the end of rehearsal. I want to get through everything today, if we can; we won’t have time before tomorrow night.”
Lara nodded, and her smile became less forced. She looked to Katie. “You need a second to warm up, Katie?”
Katie nodded. “Please, if that’s cool.”
“Sveet,” Lara sighed. “I’m going to go sneak a smoke, then.”
As Lara Linnell vanished through the door of the practice room, Katie frowned. “I’ll only be a minute, guys. I’m sorry.”
“Don’t worry about it,” said Rudi, and Mimi nodded in agreement. “We’ll just take five while you warm up.” She set her guitar down into its cradle, and she and Mimi wandered to the far end of the room.
Katie nodded, putting her drumsticks aside. She stretched her hands out above the drum kit, fingers spread, palms down. She closed her eyes and cocked her head slightly to the left. For a long moment, nothing happened. Then the toms rattled for a moment, and the crash cymbal rang out. Katie’s fingers twitched as the girl bit her bottom lip gently. The bass drum boomed, the snare sounded out and the splash symbol let out a series of sharp tones.
Katie smiled, and opened her eyes. And then the kit came alive in a staccato burst of sound, each drum and cymbal playing under the force of Katie’s will. The air between her hands and the drums became distorted, like heat rising off a highway. Waves of power shot from her fingers to the kit below like invisible hail in perfect time. Katie Barnes, the telekinetic known as Mindtide, was in the groove, and she smiled broadly.
“You’ll be on sticks tomorrow night, though, right?” asked Lara loudly. She had slipped back in and was making her way back to her keyboards. “We’re not going to score a real gig if we can’t play it the hard way.”
Katie nodded, still smiling. “I’ll be on sticks tomorrow, Click. I promise.”
“Okay then,” Mimi said, returning to the microphone. “Slow through the first time, then up to speed.”
Lara and Katie nodded, and Rudi said, “Meem, I was wondering—how exactly are we going to pull this off at the bonfire?” When Mimi gave her a questioning look, she continued, “I mean, we can’t plug the amps into the ground.”
Mimi smiled mischievously. “Oh, don’t worry about it r00d,” she said, winking. “I’ve got something in the works for that. We’ll have juice.” Rudi looked confused, but nodded. Mimi looked back at Lara. “Ready, Click?”
“Born ready,” said Lara with a grin.
And they began.
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Rudi gave a litte grunt as she lifted her Hiwatt Custom 50 amp head into the trunk of Lara's car. A few feet a way, Lara was still trying to figure out how to squeeze the last of Katie's drums into the backseat.
"There we go," the girl known as "Click" uttered with a smile of satisfaction as the snare slipped into place. "How are you doing? Everything loaded back there, Rudi?"
"Yeah, we're ready to go," the pink-haired girl replied, slamming shut the trunk. "Not that I know where we're going."
"Oh, it's a little place in the woods that Mimi found with a place for a big fire. It's not far."
Rudi thought about that as she climbed into the passenger seat. Woods? Not far? They weren't going to be holding the anti-Homecoming party in Perez Park, were they? She tried to ask Lara, but her voice was drowned out by the roar of the car's engine coming to life. Sort of. That put a new question into Rudi's head.
"So how do we work this? We're going to plug all the amps into your car somehow?"
"Oh no! Not this clunker. My poor baby couldn't put out nearly enough juice for what we need."
"Then what are we doing for power?"
"Mimi's on it..."
"There we go," the girl known as "Click" uttered with a smile of satisfaction as the snare slipped into place. "How are you doing? Everything loaded back there, Rudi?"
"Yeah, we're ready to go," the pink-haired girl replied, slamming shut the trunk. "Not that I know where we're going."
"Oh, it's a little place in the woods that Mimi found with a place for a big fire. It's not far."
Rudi thought about that as she climbed into the passenger seat. Woods? Not far? They weren't going to be holding the anti-Homecoming party in Perez Park, were they? She tried to ask Lara, but her voice was drowned out by the roar of the car's engine coming to life. Sort of. That put a new question into Rudi's head.
"So how do we work this? We're going to plug all the amps into your car somehow?"
"Oh no! Not this clunker. My poor baby couldn't put out nearly enough juice for what we need."
"Then what are we doing for power?"
"Mimi's on it..."
Alone in my solitude, alone in a crowd,
Alone with my silence, but my silence is loud.
“I’ve never been this close to a Czechoslovakian girl,” Tommy Gerber whispered with a grin.
Yulia Darek rolled her eyes and frowned. “Thomas, if you are still with the impression that there is a place called Czechoslovakia, then I think you are not studying,” she said quietly. Annoyance tinged her voice, but her mind was clearly focused somewhere other than on Tommy and his questionable geographical knowledge.
Mimi smiled at her roommate and friend. Her accent was so faint, these days: sometimes it was only certain words that marked her as anything other than a pretty young American girl. But she was nervous. It had been hard to talk Yulia into helping, at first. The Czech girl was unaccustomed to doing anything that might draw attention to herself. But eventually, she had relented, the force of Mimi’s mischievous will sweeping her along.
Mimi glanced backwards at Tommy as the three of them crouched in the shrubs near the corner of the main building of the school. He was clearly anxious, too: he was twisting his fingers together at impossible angles, slipping his knuckles over and around one another.
Mimi turned her attention back towards the parking lot in front of them. “Don’t worry about it, Tommy,” she said, trying to sound confident. “This’ll go off without a hitch.”
Tommy made a dismissive noise. “It’s not just that,” he said. “Hanny made it pretty clear he didn’t like this anti-homecoming thing.”
Mimi smirked. “Homecoming’s only fun for the popular kids. The rest of us wanna party, too. And don’t worry, Tommy. Biff’ll never know you helped.” She turned her head again towards the boy, and winked. “Besides, you’d be in bigger trouble if Mary Moltar found out about the other night.”
Tommy frowned deeply. “Yeah, yeah—let’s just do this thing. The longer we sit here, the less I like it.”
Mimi chuckled quietly. “Just keep staring at Yulia’s ass, then.”
“Get ready,” Yulia said abruptly, and the trio fell silent. They watched as one of Gemini’s twins crossed the lot and disappeared into a small side-door of the main building. Far away, they could see a cluster of other students walking together and talking. Far away, they heard the roar of the crowd packed into the new stadium behind the athletic center. For a long moment, they held their breath. Then Yulia offered her right hand to Mimi “All right,” the Czech girl said quietly.
Mimi took hold of Yulia’s hand. Tommy’s left arm warped and shifted, sliding around Yulia’s midsection like a tentacle. Yulia made a displeased noise but said nothing more. Tommy chuckled, pleased with himself. After a moment, the gauzy haze of invisibility wrapped the three students gently.
Mimi rose and started down the slope, still holding Yulia’s hand. Tommy trailed behind a few feet, his arm stretching and twisting like a tether. They stepped from the crisp grass onto the pavement of the parking lot and began to weave between the cars. Passing small hatchbacks, sedans, and hybrids, Mimi led them to the far side of the lot. When she stopped, Tommy almost pulled away. Yulia grabbed onto Tommy’s elongated hand before he broke from her invisibility aura.
“No way! No way!” Tommy cried, forcing Mimi to hum out a small sonic field to muffle the sound. She stepped to the panicking boy and laid her free hand on his shoulder. After a few moments, Tommy calmed down. “Mimi, no way,” he said again.
Mimi smiled. “Yes way,” she said simply.
The trio stood before a brand-new Ford super-duty 450. Huge, black and shiny, the truck gleamed in the Autumn sunlight. The truck had nearly an eight-foot bed, dual wheels on the rear axle, and looked as though it could tow a city bus. The clean, straight lines of the grill stretched before them like a taunting grin. In was, in short, a monster.
Mimi gently pulled Tommy to the driver-side door. “Just do it, Tommy.”
The boy shook his head, but his face had started to slip from an expression of fear to one of excitement. “Holy shit, Meem. You’re gonna be so dead.”
Mimi smiled. Tommy was going to do it. “That’s my problem, Tommy. Just get it open.” Tommy shook his head again, but all he needed was a little more convincing. Mimi smirked. “Tommy, I tell you what: you do this, we never have to talk about the other night, and if you come by the bonfire tonight, I’ll see what I can do about making it worth your while.”
Tommy nodded vaguely, adrenalin taking over. He held his free hand in front of him and began to warp and distort his finger. It grew long, and thin, and with a final burst of courage, he slipped his flattened finger into the seam at the base of the driver’s side window. He began to fidget with the inner workings of the door.
Yulia stepped close to Mimi. “You are going to make it worth his while?” she asked quietly with a grin.
Mimi tossed her head a little. “Whatever. Maybe I’ll let him cop a feel tonight. Doesn’t matter,” she replied. “What matters is we get one back for everyone not ‘blessed’ enough to be Homecoming royalty.”
Yulia cocked her angular hip. “Present company excepted, of course,” she said wryly.
Mimi just rolled her eyes.
There was a click deep within the door. “I got it!” Tommy said excitedly. His fear was gone, now, replaced entirely by the sheer audacity of their prank, and his own starring role in it. He slipped his flattened fingers from the seam, his hand reforming into its natural shape, and then he opened the door. The trio scrambled into the extended cab quickly and shut the door again.
As they reorganized themselves inside the truck, Tommy had already started warping the tip of his finger. He placed it against the ignition as he pressed his flesh into the keyhole. Mimi stopped him. “Hold on a second, killer.” Tommy nodded hastily.
Mimi began to hum quietly again, filling the cab with a soft, irregular sound. She concentrated, feeling the sonic waves sweep from the cab and settle into a shell around the truck. With a different amplitude, she folded the shell back upon itself. Mimi nodded to Yulia and Tommy. She was ready.
Tommy turned his hand and the truck started up. The roar of the engine was nearly deafening to the students in the cab: Mimi’s shell had trapped the majority of the sound within it. As Tommy dropped the truck into gear, Yulia concentrated hard. As it began to move, the truck slipped from the visible spectrum.
The truck rolled from the lot, down the driveway, and bounced slightly as Tommy turned onto the street bordering the campus. Mimi let the bubble dissipate, and the noise in the cab faded to a whispering purr. Halfway down the block, the truck, and the three students inside, slipped from beneath Yulia’s invisibility field.
Their hearts were beating fast.
“Oh Christ, oh holy Christ,” Tommy mumbled quietly. Mimi laughed and squeezed the boy’s shoulder reassuringly. The boy looked back at her, his smile broad, still tinged with nervous energy. “You realize how dead you are, right?”
Yulia laughed nervously.
Mimi smiled as the truck turned onto the side street that led to the woods where Rudi and Click should already be setting up at the bonfire. “Yeah, I’m dead. Just as long as I’m alive for tonight.”
Yulia Darek rolled her eyes and frowned. “Thomas, if you are still with the impression that there is a place called Czechoslovakia, then I think you are not studying,” she said quietly. Annoyance tinged her voice, but her mind was clearly focused somewhere other than on Tommy and his questionable geographical knowledge.
Mimi smiled at her roommate and friend. Her accent was so faint, these days: sometimes it was only certain words that marked her as anything other than a pretty young American girl. But she was nervous. It had been hard to talk Yulia into helping, at first. The Czech girl was unaccustomed to doing anything that might draw attention to herself. But eventually, she had relented, the force of Mimi’s mischievous will sweeping her along.
Mimi glanced backwards at Tommy as the three of them crouched in the shrubs near the corner of the main building of the school. He was clearly anxious, too: he was twisting his fingers together at impossible angles, slipping his knuckles over and around one another.
Mimi turned her attention back towards the parking lot in front of them. “Don’t worry about it, Tommy,” she said, trying to sound confident. “This’ll go off without a hitch.”
Tommy made a dismissive noise. “It’s not just that,” he said. “Hanny made it pretty clear he didn’t like this anti-homecoming thing.”
Mimi smirked. “Homecoming’s only fun for the popular kids. The rest of us wanna party, too. And don’t worry, Tommy. Biff’ll never know you helped.” She turned her head again towards the boy, and winked. “Besides, you’d be in bigger trouble if Mary Moltar found out about the other night.”
Tommy frowned deeply. “Yeah, yeah—let’s just do this thing. The longer we sit here, the less I like it.”
Mimi chuckled quietly. “Just keep staring at Yulia’s ass, then.”
“Get ready,” Yulia said abruptly, and the trio fell silent. They watched as one of Gemini’s twins crossed the lot and disappeared into a small side-door of the main building. Far away, they could see a cluster of other students walking together and talking. Far away, they heard the roar of the crowd packed into the new stadium behind the athletic center. For a long moment, they held their breath. Then Yulia offered her right hand to Mimi “All right,” the Czech girl said quietly.
Mimi took hold of Yulia’s hand. Tommy’s left arm warped and shifted, sliding around Yulia’s midsection like a tentacle. Yulia made a displeased noise but said nothing more. Tommy chuckled, pleased with himself. After a moment, the gauzy haze of invisibility wrapped the three students gently.
Mimi rose and started down the slope, still holding Yulia’s hand. Tommy trailed behind a few feet, his arm stretching and twisting like a tether. They stepped from the crisp grass onto the pavement of the parking lot and began to weave between the cars. Passing small hatchbacks, sedans, and hybrids, Mimi led them to the far side of the lot. When she stopped, Tommy almost pulled away. Yulia grabbed onto Tommy’s elongated hand before he broke from her invisibility aura.
“No way! No way!” Tommy cried, forcing Mimi to hum out a small sonic field to muffle the sound. She stepped to the panicking boy and laid her free hand on his shoulder. After a few moments, Tommy calmed down. “Mimi, no way,” he said again.
Mimi smiled. “Yes way,” she said simply.
The trio stood before a brand-new Ford super-duty 450. Huge, black and shiny, the truck gleamed in the Autumn sunlight. The truck had nearly an eight-foot bed, dual wheels on the rear axle, and looked as though it could tow a city bus. The clean, straight lines of the grill stretched before them like a taunting grin. In was, in short, a monster.
Mimi gently pulled Tommy to the driver-side door. “Just do it, Tommy.”
The boy shook his head, but his face had started to slip from an expression of fear to one of excitement. “Holy shit, Meem. You’re gonna be so dead.”
Mimi smiled. Tommy was going to do it. “That’s my problem, Tommy. Just get it open.” Tommy shook his head again, but all he needed was a little more convincing. Mimi smirked. “Tommy, I tell you what: you do this, we never have to talk about the other night, and if you come by the bonfire tonight, I’ll see what I can do about making it worth your while.”
Tommy nodded vaguely, adrenalin taking over. He held his free hand in front of him and began to warp and distort his finger. It grew long, and thin, and with a final burst of courage, he slipped his flattened finger into the seam at the base of the driver’s side window. He began to fidget with the inner workings of the door.
Yulia stepped close to Mimi. “You are going to make it worth his while?” she asked quietly with a grin.
Mimi tossed her head a little. “Whatever. Maybe I’ll let him cop a feel tonight. Doesn’t matter,” she replied. “What matters is we get one back for everyone not ‘blessed’ enough to be Homecoming royalty.”
Yulia cocked her angular hip. “Present company excepted, of course,” she said wryly.
Mimi just rolled her eyes.
There was a click deep within the door. “I got it!” Tommy said excitedly. His fear was gone, now, replaced entirely by the sheer audacity of their prank, and his own starring role in it. He slipped his flattened fingers from the seam, his hand reforming into its natural shape, and then he opened the door. The trio scrambled into the extended cab quickly and shut the door again.
As they reorganized themselves inside the truck, Tommy had already started warping the tip of his finger. He placed it against the ignition as he pressed his flesh into the keyhole. Mimi stopped him. “Hold on a second, killer.” Tommy nodded hastily.
Mimi began to hum quietly again, filling the cab with a soft, irregular sound. She concentrated, feeling the sonic waves sweep from the cab and settle into a shell around the truck. With a different amplitude, she folded the shell back upon itself. Mimi nodded to Yulia and Tommy. She was ready.
Tommy turned his hand and the truck started up. The roar of the engine was nearly deafening to the students in the cab: Mimi’s shell had trapped the majority of the sound within it. As Tommy dropped the truck into gear, Yulia concentrated hard. As it began to move, the truck slipped from the visible spectrum.
The truck rolled from the lot, down the driveway, and bounced slightly as Tommy turned onto the street bordering the campus. Mimi let the bubble dissipate, and the noise in the cab faded to a whispering purr. Halfway down the block, the truck, and the three students inside, slipped from beneath Yulia’s invisibility field.
Their hearts were beating fast.
“Oh Christ, oh holy Christ,” Tommy mumbled quietly. Mimi laughed and squeezed the boy’s shoulder reassuringly. The boy looked back at her, his smile broad, still tinged with nervous energy. “You realize how dead you are, right?”
Yulia laughed nervously.
Mimi smiled as the truck turned onto the side street that led to the woods where Rudi and Click should already be setting up at the bonfire. “Yeah, I’m dead. Just as long as I’m alive for tonight.”
Coach Waters stumbled out of the locker room, his hair still wet with Gatorade. He had to smile. They’d done so well. That third quarter was a bit of a nail-biter but in the end, the team had won.
Their team. His team. His Flyers.
Now it was time to kick back, have a beer, and wait until tomorrow for the big Homecoming parties, where both students and alumni would be ready to sing the Flyers’ praises. He walked lightly across the pavement, jingling his keys in his hand. Under his breath, he sang the fight song.
Suddenly, he came to an abrupt stop, dropping his small gym bag to the blacktop. He stared at the empty parking place, then spun in a circle, searching over the lot. As reality settled in, he just stared at the empty space where his truck should be.
Their team. His team. His Flyers.
Now it was time to kick back, have a beer, and wait until tomorrow for the big Homecoming parties, where both students and alumni would be ready to sing the Flyers’ praises. He walked lightly across the pavement, jingling his keys in his hand. Under his breath, he sang the fight song.
Suddenly, he came to an abrupt stop, dropping his small gym bag to the blacktop. He stared at the empty parking place, then spun in a circle, searching over the lot. As reality settled in, he just stared at the empty space where his truck should be.
In the woods, the fire was starting to roar. Kids had started to arrive, meaning the big game was over. From the excited looks and shouts, it was clear who’d won the day.
Word passed from back to front, until it reached the stage. Lara had finished hooking the cables from the equipment to the softly purring truck, its' headlights trained forward, illuminating the four girls in its corona. She gave the thumbs' up to Mimi.
Mimi leaned into the microphone and said, “The results are in—SJS trounced the Mustangs 25 to 22!”
Cheers rang out, but someone in the back yelled “Football sucks!”
Mimi laughed. “Hate the game, not the playa, son,” she said with a wink. “So we’re the Tartans, and we’re going to open up with a little song. I’m sure some of you will recognize it.”
It started slow, just like in rehearsal, Lara bringing up the pipe organ nice and loud, Mimi singing, with Rudi and Katie waiting patiently. Some of the kids sang along as soon as they recognized it.
Hail to thee, our Alma Mater
May your spirit always fly
To the navy blue and white
We will lift our voices high.
As with Joseph, let our faith
Lead us on to victory
We will pledge our hearts forever
Flyers we shall always be.
Mimi paused as the organ faded away, then Katie hit the edge of her snare hard and Mimi shouted—“1, 2, 3, 4!” Rudi slammed into a riff hard. The beat was heavy and fast, the bass distorted, the drums oppressive. Lara’s pipe organ flowed out, softer now, and Mimi sang with a sneer playing about her lips.
Hail to thee, our Al-ma-Ma-ter!
May your spirit always fly!
To the blue and to the white!
Lift our fucking voices high!
Several kids near the stage started to thrash about to the heavy riff. One bumped into another, sloshing a plastic cup of beer across serveral others nearby. A laugh erupted, drawing a shove in return, which became a wave of bodies hitting bodies. Within two bars of Alma Mater, the pit had formed center front. The party had begun.
Word passed from back to front, until it reached the stage. Lara had finished hooking the cables from the equipment to the softly purring truck, its' headlights trained forward, illuminating the four girls in its corona. She gave the thumbs' up to Mimi.
Mimi leaned into the microphone and said, “The results are in—SJS trounced the Mustangs 25 to 22!”
Cheers rang out, but someone in the back yelled “Football sucks!”
Mimi laughed. “Hate the game, not the playa, son,” she said with a wink. “So we’re the Tartans, and we’re going to open up with a little song. I’m sure some of you will recognize it.”
It started slow, just like in rehearsal, Lara bringing up the pipe organ nice and loud, Mimi singing, with Rudi and Katie waiting patiently. Some of the kids sang along as soon as they recognized it.
Hail to thee, our Alma Mater
May your spirit always fly
To the navy blue and white
We will lift our voices high.
As with Joseph, let our faith
Lead us on to victory
We will pledge our hearts forever
Flyers we shall always be.
Mimi paused as the organ faded away, then Katie hit the edge of her snare hard and Mimi shouted—“1, 2, 3, 4!” Rudi slammed into a riff hard. The beat was heavy and fast, the bass distorted, the drums oppressive. Lara’s pipe organ flowed out, softer now, and Mimi sang with a sneer playing about her lips.
Hail to thee, our Al-ma-Ma-ter!
May your spirit always fly!
To the blue and to the white!
Lift our fucking voices high!
Several kids near the stage started to thrash about to the heavy riff. One bumped into another, sloshing a plastic cup of beer across serveral others nearby. A laugh erupted, drawing a shove in return, which became a wave of bodies hitting bodies. Within two bars of Alma Mater, the pit had formed center front. The party had begun.
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Miles arrived at the bonfire party just as it was getting started carrying a case of bottled water under his arm. He set it down in a spot he picked next to the makeshift stage. “What’s with the water? Beer’s gonna be here in a few.” some kid clad in leather asked. Miles smirked as he turned to face the boy. “Ever see anyone do a Jesus impersonation before?” The other boy gave him a baffled look. “What?” before he explained, Miles waved his hand while muttering something under his breath. The water turned from crystal clear to yellow then to an almost murky brown in a matter of seconds. Miles grabbed a bottle for himself and tossed another to the confused teen. “Beer’s already here. Drink up.” he snickered as he walked away to check out the band who was going to play.
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The party had started, mosh pit was going, everyone was getting messed up. Miles sat back with his bottle of beer and listened to the band playing, The Tartans. They weren’t bad, but something was just a little off about their sound that he couldn’t quite place. He hazily looked over each member of the band trying to find where it was coming from. He started with the lead guitarist, a girl with dyed pink hair. She had near flawless stage presence, and her fingers moved so fast it was hard to see what notes she was hitting. Next, the girl on the keyboard. She looked a bit old to be in high school, but the punk lifestyle tended to age people a lot faster. With the sounds the keyboard were set to it couldn’t have been her. Miles shifted his attention to the drummer who was a little difficult to see behind the drum kit, the dirty blonde girl looked almost clueless, but she was hammering away with what seemed like no problems. Finally he shifted his attention to the singer who was also the bassist, dyed green hair, leather jacket, basic punk. The singing was far from being bad, not like you’d expect from punk bands. Miles took a look down to the bass in her hands, her reactions looked slightly hesitant, almost like she was struggling to remember what note to hit. The timing was off between hitting the frets and her picking with her fingers.
Miles took another drink from the bottle, “I’ll get back to that.” he said to himself before plowing through at least twelve angry punks to get to the pit. It was a party after all .
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The party had started, mosh pit was going, everyone was getting messed up. Miles sat back with his bottle of beer and listened to the band playing, The Tartans. They weren’t bad, but something was just a little off about their sound that he couldn’t quite place. He hazily looked over each member of the band trying to find where it was coming from. He started with the lead guitarist, a girl with dyed pink hair. She had near flawless stage presence, and her fingers moved so fast it was hard to see what notes she was hitting. Next, the girl on the keyboard. She looked a bit old to be in high school, but the punk lifestyle tended to age people a lot faster. With the sounds the keyboard were set to it couldn’t have been her. Miles shifted his attention to the drummer who was a little difficult to see behind the drum kit, the dirty blonde girl looked almost clueless, but she was hammering away with what seemed like no problems. Finally he shifted his attention to the singer who was also the bassist, dyed green hair, leather jacket, basic punk. The singing was far from being bad, not like you’d expect from punk bands. Miles took a look down to the bass in her hands, her reactions looked slightly hesitant, almost like she was struggling to remember what note to hit. The timing was off between hitting the frets and her picking with her fingers.
Miles took another drink from the bottle, “I’ll get back to that.” he said to himself before plowing through at least twelve angry punks to get to the pit. It was a party after all .
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Jessica giggled, watching the spectacle unfolding before her. Kids were jumping everywhere, arms flailing around wildly, people being shoved this way and that as Mimi...well...sang.
She shook her head. It wasn't what she was used to, but hey, it worked for tonight. She took a sip from the plastic cup sitting on the log next to her, staring into the fire as it danced in the night with the kids. Anything to get her out of her room and around people who didn't care about all the politics that homecoming seemed to revolve around. She frowned, thinking about what would happen if the Seacliff "queen" got her way...she sighed. This wasn't right...
She's really not all THAT bad... Jessica thought to herself, taking another drink. She did start ripping Arkady apart after he ditched you...and she WAS pretty nice... Thoughts played in her mind about the night her and Michelle had patrolled with Stephen, her boyfriend. Jessica shook her head. Bunch of loonies...
She moved her right hand up and down furiously on her thigh, trying to keep up with the guitar that was blasting into the night. It was fun...she loved to jam, but to be able to play like THIS? If only...
She winced a bit. Damn...maybe I should have gone left today... she thought, smoothing her jeans out gently. She smiled a bit, then stood up, taking another drink. She hopped up into the air and propelled herself forward on a light breeze, landing square in the middle of the pit. She pushed the boy in front of her out of the way, laughing as she flew to the left from a strong shove. Back and forth, left and right. Jessica just laughed and screamed with the music. A hand slapped her thigh randomly, and she shouted in pain, smiling and continuing to thrash around.
I think I could get use to this...
She shook her head. It wasn't what she was used to, but hey, it worked for tonight. She took a sip from the plastic cup sitting on the log next to her, staring into the fire as it danced in the night with the kids. Anything to get her out of her room and around people who didn't care about all the politics that homecoming seemed to revolve around. She frowned, thinking about what would happen if the Seacliff "queen" got her way...she sighed. This wasn't right...
She's really not all THAT bad... Jessica thought to herself, taking another drink. She did start ripping Arkady apart after he ditched you...and she WAS pretty nice... Thoughts played in her mind about the night her and Michelle had patrolled with Stephen, her boyfriend. Jessica shook her head. Bunch of loonies...
She moved her right hand up and down furiously on her thigh, trying to keep up with the guitar that was blasting into the night. It was fun...she loved to jam, but to be able to play like THIS? If only...
She winced a bit. Damn...maybe I should have gone left today... she thought, smoothing her jeans out gently. She smiled a bit, then stood up, taking another drink. She hopped up into the air and propelled herself forward on a light breeze, landing square in the middle of the pit. She pushed the boy in front of her out of the way, laughing as she flew to the left from a strong shove. Back and forth, left and right. Jessica just laughed and screamed with the music. A hand slapped her thigh randomly, and she shouted in pain, smiling and continuing to thrash around.
I think I could get use to this...
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Mercy Strike
- Posts: 1170
- Joined: Tue Jul 03, 2007 12:12 pm
- Location: at the edges of vision
- Contact:
"I'm not sure this is a good idea."
Its a great idea, what are you talking about? Just look at everybody!
It was kind of hard not to. She kept to the edges of the building crowd, too nervous to try and get closer to the band. She'd already lost Jester and Echo, the girls she'd come with. The music was energetic and the shifting people in front of the headlights made for a weird strobe effect. She sidestepped a couple of overeager moshers, not wanting to get stepped on or banged around. Aura bit her lip and wondered for the tenth time why she'd let herself be talked into this.
Mercy picked up the half formed thought before it made it to her lips. You are such a stick. It's a party and we could both use one. So - let's par-tay!
"My mom... " she whispered.
Is your mom here? No. Is your mom going to be here? No. Who is here? Me. And some really hot looking guys. Check that out.
She relaxed and Mercy had them both look over. The guy in question was wearing a green tshirt, had short brown hair pushed up into stiff bristles in the front and was currently tossing an empty plastic cup on the fire. Clearly visible on the shirt were the stenciled words "Football Is For Losers", obviously done in black marker. He really was kind of cute.
Tell me you're not interested in asking what his sign is.
"Mercy! I can't do that." She peeked again but the crowd had shifted. She popped up on her toes, cursing how short she was. No dice; he was gone.
Why not?
"Because. Nobody asks what anybody's sign is anymore. Where did you get that from anyways, Ancient Human Customs?"
Ha ha, funny funny. Well, we are NOT standing around at the edge of this blowout all night. C'mon Aura, let's go that way.
"Why?" She started to weave her way towards the direction Mercy wanted to go though, smiling shyly at people.
That's where the keg is.
Its a great idea, what are you talking about? Just look at everybody!
It was kind of hard not to. She kept to the edges of the building crowd, too nervous to try and get closer to the band. She'd already lost Jester and Echo, the girls she'd come with. The music was energetic and the shifting people in front of the headlights made for a weird strobe effect. She sidestepped a couple of overeager moshers, not wanting to get stepped on or banged around. Aura bit her lip and wondered for the tenth time why she'd let herself be talked into this.
Mercy picked up the half formed thought before it made it to her lips. You are such a stick. It's a party and we could both use one. So - let's par-tay!
"My mom... " she whispered.
Is your mom here? No. Is your mom going to be here? No. Who is here? Me. And some really hot looking guys. Check that out.
She relaxed and Mercy had them both look over. The guy in question was wearing a green tshirt, had short brown hair pushed up into stiff bristles in the front and was currently tossing an empty plastic cup on the fire. Clearly visible on the shirt were the stenciled words "Football Is For Losers", obviously done in black marker. He really was kind of cute.
Tell me you're not interested in asking what his sign is.
"Mercy! I can't do that." She peeked again but the crowd had shifted. She popped up on her toes, cursing how short she was. No dice; he was gone.
Why not?
"Because. Nobody asks what anybody's sign is anymore. Where did you get that from anyways, Ancient Human Customs?"
Ha ha, funny funny. Well, we are NOT standing around at the edge of this blowout all night. C'mon Aura, let's go that way.
"Why?" She started to weave her way towards the direction Mercy wanted to go though, smiling shyly at people.
That's where the keg is.
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Anthony Kite
- Posts: 122
- Joined: Mon Aug 20, 2007 10:53 pm
- Location: boys' quad 12
For a girl band, the Tartans really weren't that bad at all. Mimi especially had a furious energy. That and the dyed hair were pretty awesome.
A blur of blue glinted in the mosh pit under the headlights of the truck. Tony nodded internally and quickly downed the last of his liquid courage before slamming the red cup and diving into the fray. Feathers be damned.
This wasn't a mosh. A couple kids were throwing elbows, but mostly it was a group sway gone out of control. Even still, trying to move throu it, let alone find someone, was no easy feat. Tony swam through the crowd, here and there catching a glimpse of long blue ponytail, carried away by the surge.
A hand pressed firmly into Jessiy's back to prevent the weight behind it from crashing into her. "Hey Jessiy!" The boy appeared at her ear, grinning broadly. She smiled and yelled, "Hi," in return, turning a little purple. The crowd expanded and contracted around them, making it difficult for them to maintain a comfortable proximity. He was saying something, but over the din of the music and the roiling kids, it was lost.
"What?" she yelled.
The currents mashed them together again.
"Go to homecoming with me!"
A blur of blue glinted in the mosh pit under the headlights of the truck. Tony nodded internally and quickly downed the last of his liquid courage before slamming the red cup and diving into the fray. Feathers be damned.
This wasn't a mosh. A couple kids were throwing elbows, but mostly it was a group sway gone out of control. Even still, trying to move throu it, let alone find someone, was no easy feat. Tony swam through the crowd, here and there catching a glimpse of long blue ponytail, carried away by the surge.
A hand pressed firmly into Jessiy's back to prevent the weight behind it from crashing into her. "Hey Jessiy!" The boy appeared at her ear, grinning broadly. She smiled and yelled, "Hi," in return, turning a little purple. The crowd expanded and contracted around them, making it difficult for them to maintain a comfortable proximity. He was saying something, but over the din of the music and the roiling kids, it was lost.
"What?" she yelled.
The currents mashed them together again.
"Go to homecoming with me!"
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Marlowe J. Faust
- Posts: 76
- Joined: Mon Jun 04, 2007 7:52 am
- Location: Contemplating the depths of the soul
Marlowe stood at the tree line. His body cloaked from view, not by magic or mysticism, the nature shadows let him look upon the scene without intruding.
He watched his fellow students as they drank and dance with wild abandon. He saw young men and women, in public displays of affection. Couples being close with one another. Friends laughing and joking. The audience cheering on the performers, some even singing along at the top of their lungs.
Marlowe stood in the darkness alone. If only for a second, he lamented his abilities and the deals he had struck to keep them in check. In that instant, he might have cast all that aside if he could have been free to join them. To live. To be free. To feel.
As quickly as it came, the moment passed. The quiet shroud the young Englishman cloaked himself with everyday, was put into place. His face passive and cold. He watched.
He watched his fellow students as they drank and dance with wild abandon. He saw young men and women, in public displays of affection. Couples being close with one another. Friends laughing and joking. The audience cheering on the performers, some even singing along at the top of their lungs.
Marlowe stood in the darkness alone. If only for a second, he lamented his abilities and the deals he had struck to keep them in check. In that instant, he might have cast all that aside if he could have been free to join them. To live. To be free. To feel.
As quickly as it came, the moment passed. The quiet shroud the young Englishman cloaked himself with everyday, was put into place. His face passive and cold. He watched.
"Why, this is hell, nor am I out of it. Thinks thou that I, who saw the face of God and tasted the eternal joys of heaven, am not tormented with ten thousand hells in being deprived of everlasting bliss?" - Mefistofele
Danielle sat apart from most of the other students, listening to the band, idly turning a water bottle in her hands. It wasn't a half-bad party, but she still didn't know most of the people there. The music was pretty good, and she was certain she had seen at least some of the band members around school. Hadn't she heard that the pink-haired girl was on the homecoming committee?
She looked down at the untasted bottle. The brown liquid churned and sloshed as she tipped and twisted the bottle. Beer smuggled in under the guise of bottled water could be questionable. Searching the crowd again, she caught glimpses of Tony and Jessiy in the "pit," if you could call it that. Early on she had entertained thoughts on joining them, but if she shifted accidentally into her stone covering, she thought she might seriously injure someone caught unsuspecting and unprotected.
"It's better to just hold this log down for now," she thought.
She looked down at the untasted bottle. The brown liquid churned and sloshed as she tipped and twisted the bottle. Beer smuggled in under the guise of bottled water could be questionable. Searching the crowd again, she caught glimpses of Tony and Jessiy in the "pit," if you could call it that. Early on she had entertained thoughts on joining them, but if she shifted accidentally into her stone covering, she thought she might seriously injure someone caught unsuspecting and unprotected.
"It's better to just hold this log down for now," she thought.
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Nigel Barlow
- Posts: 57
- Joined: Wed Jun 20, 2007 1:28 pm
- Location: Here, like I had a choice
Nigel snuck into the party as quietly as he could. Everything was well underway, so it wasn't that hard for the young mutant to grab a beer and plop down next to a tree without attracting notice. Zack had wandered off as soon as they arrived, heading to a far corner of the clearing where clouds of light coloured smoke indicated that... something... was going on. Sipping his beer, Nigel scanned the crowd for familiar faces, hoping to spot Bob or Scarlett, but it was impossible to pick out anyone in the throng of dancers around the bonfire, and too dark to make out anyone anywhere else.
Nigel didn't mind though, he was mainly here to see the band. This was his first chance to see the Tartans, and god were they awesome! So fast, so energetic, so... so fierce! Yes, that was the word. They were Fierce! with a capital "F" and an exclamation point.
Mimi was singing. Nigel had always liked the green-haired girl, but now he was seeing a whole new side of her. This was the raw, unrestrained, angry rebel child he'd always thought she just played at being. Now he saw the truth of it. She was all that and more, and her performance conveyed it all.
How was it possible for someone to sing like an angel yet somehow make it feel like she was screaming her throat raw?
The other girls were good singers too. The harmonies were amazi... Nigel paused in mid-thought. Rudi and Lara were nowhere near their mics, and yet he was definitely hearing vocal harmony. He looked at Mimi again and blinked.
"Huh," he said to no one in particular. "Well, how about that?"
Nigel didn't mind though, he was mainly here to see the band. This was his first chance to see the Tartans, and god were they awesome! So fast, so energetic, so... so fierce! Yes, that was the word. They were Fierce! with a capital "F" and an exclamation point.
Mimi was singing. Nigel had always liked the green-haired girl, but now he was seeing a whole new side of her. This was the raw, unrestrained, angry rebel child he'd always thought she just played at being. Now he saw the truth of it. She was all that and more, and her performance conveyed it all.
How was it possible for someone to sing like an angel yet somehow make it feel like she was screaming her throat raw?
The other girls were good singers too. The harmonies were amazi... Nigel paused in mid-thought. Rudi and Lara were nowhere near their mics, and yet he was definitely hearing vocal harmony. He looked at Mimi again and blinked.
"Huh," he said to no one in particular. "Well, how about that?"
He's a clown, that we put down,
He's a man, that doesn't fit,
He's a king... but not in this town,
To you and me, he is a renegade.
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Scarlett Crosse
- Posts: 39
- Joined: Wed Jun 13, 2007 7:38 am
Scarlett leaned on the counter, pinching the front of her smock dress in a vague approximation of cleavage, and smiled sweetly at the Kwik Mart attendant, chewing gum popping.
"And a carton of Marlb Reds, puh-leez."
The Persian boy faltered, his eyes flicking to the "We card under 35" sign pasted next to the lotto tickets.
"C'mon, Ricky, I've got places to be. The Girls Gone Wild boys aren't gonna to wait forever." She winked, sending a subtle pulse over his nervous system, muffling his little worries like a velvet rag. She didn't really need to; he was putty anyway.
Ricky gulped and glanced behind her at some obviously too young kids loitering around the liquor coolers. Scarlett pulled a few crumpled twenties from her pocket and massaged them in her palm, eyes falling to the shelf of cartons again.
The boy sighed and hastily grabbed the long red and white box, sliding it under the scanner. "$46.78."
Scarlett smooshed the money onto the counter and dropped the carton over her head and into her frayed backpack, followed by the bottles of soda. "You're a doll, Ricky." He fixed her change. She pinched one of his fingers lightly as he handed it back. "Y'want my number?"
"N-no, thanks."
"Ah well," she sighed. "Have a nice night." She strode out of the convenience store and rolled her eyes. "Fuckin' tool."
With the booming of the music, it was a miracle the nuns hadn't followed it to the party like all the rest of them had. Scarlett circled the ring of light cast by the bonfire before swooping in next to what looked like Nigel sitting on a log.
"Yo, Nige." She took a long drag on her cigarette as she fished the roughly peeled open carton from her backpack. "Five bucks. You want?"
"And a carton of Marlb Reds, puh-leez."
The Persian boy faltered, his eyes flicking to the "We card under 35" sign pasted next to the lotto tickets.
"C'mon, Ricky, I've got places to be. The Girls Gone Wild boys aren't gonna to wait forever." She winked, sending a subtle pulse over his nervous system, muffling his little worries like a velvet rag. She didn't really need to; he was putty anyway.
Ricky gulped and glanced behind her at some obviously too young kids loitering around the liquor coolers. Scarlett pulled a few crumpled twenties from her pocket and massaged them in her palm, eyes falling to the shelf of cartons again.
The boy sighed and hastily grabbed the long red and white box, sliding it under the scanner. "$46.78."
Scarlett smooshed the money onto the counter and dropped the carton over her head and into her frayed backpack, followed by the bottles of soda. "You're a doll, Ricky." He fixed her change. She pinched one of his fingers lightly as he handed it back. "Y'want my number?"
"N-no, thanks."
"Ah well," she sighed. "Have a nice night." She strode out of the convenience store and rolled her eyes. "Fuckin' tool."
With the booming of the music, it was a miracle the nuns hadn't followed it to the party like all the rest of them had. Scarlett circled the ring of light cast by the bonfire before swooping in next to what looked like Nigel sitting on a log.
"Yo, Nige." She took a long drag on her cigarette as she fished the roughly peeled open carton from her backpack. "Five bucks. You want?"
日本語をわからないと自分の言葉を書くのがいいんじゃないでしょう
The Tartans crashed to a halt as they finished Waiting Game, a song that Lara was nervous about but everyone else felt was strong enough to try live. It had turned out okay; no one seemed to notice that halfway through Mimi had forgotten the bassline and had just sung without, punctuating her lyrics with a subvocal thrum. She was "playing lazy," as the girls put it-- compensating with her powers instead of actually playing her instrument.
But the kids cheered, so it was just as well.
"We're going to take a short break," Mimi said into the mic. "But we'll be back on in a bit," she continued, trying to drown out the crowd who were obviously not the least bit interested in having the band take five.
Katie leaned into her microphone. "The Tartans would like to take this opportunity to remind everyone that voting is still open for Homecoming Queen."
Mimi flushed and turned to look at Katie. Katie smiled mischievously at Mimi, even as the green-haired girl stammered out, "Don't you dare, Katie Barnes."
Katie continued. "For anyone not aware, The Tartans' own Mimi VanBuren is in the running. So vote early, vote often-- otherwise we'll be stuck with the reign of Brianna the First." Jeers and catcalls echoed from the crowd in places.
Mimi set her jaw, feeling her face getting hot. But she tried to shrug it off, and turned back to her own mic. "Yeah, thanks Katie. Now-- who wants to get me a beer?"
Several bottles clattered up onto the riser, and Mimi laughed.
But the kids cheered, so it was just as well.
"We're going to take a short break," Mimi said into the mic. "But we'll be back on in a bit," she continued, trying to drown out the crowd who were obviously not the least bit interested in having the band take five.
Katie leaned into her microphone. "The Tartans would like to take this opportunity to remind everyone that voting is still open for Homecoming Queen."
Mimi flushed and turned to look at Katie. Katie smiled mischievously at Mimi, even as the green-haired girl stammered out, "Don't you dare, Katie Barnes."
Katie continued. "For anyone not aware, The Tartans' own Mimi VanBuren is in the running. So vote early, vote often-- otherwise we'll be stuck with the reign of Brianna the First." Jeers and catcalls echoed from the crowd in places.
Mimi set her jaw, feeling her face getting hot. But she tried to shrug it off, and turned back to her own mic. "Yeah, thanks Katie. Now-- who wants to get me a beer?"
Several bottles clattered up onto the riser, and Mimi laughed.
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Dr1v35haft
- Posts: 162
- Joined: Thu Mar 29, 2007 7:15 pm
Billy scoped around, looking at the frayed edges of the party. The hinkiest stuff happened here, where it was dark, where the people had thinned out. A couple of kids were settling a dispute. One had a bloody nose but he kept his vision clear, still in the game. Somewhere else he could hear and smell someone tossing cookies. A damn waste of beer, he thought. Silhouetted bodies joining and separating near-invisible among the trees, he listened carefully for a few minutes, and heard soft gasps and sounds of pleasure. No trouble there.
"C'mon," he said to his friends. They weren't really friends, but they'd glommed on to him as clusters and threads of people moved through the darkness towards the heart of the hive. One of them was humping a beer keg on his back, and Billy figured that'd be instant popularity right there. The other one had an arm that ended in two feet of metal sledgehammer. They were both Freaks, but hey, when in Rome.
There it was. A big bonfire, music blaring loud enough to make the ears comfortably numb, clusters of kids huddled protectively around the impromptu watering holes. Billy's friend rolled the keg off his back and set it down, and in ten minutes some wide-eyed nice-looking kid had gotten the tap working.
It was mostly kids, but there were a few Hellions and Skulls and Freaks in there, too. Word had spread, and free beer spoke volumes.
Billy had three modest goals. He was going to beat the crap out of any Council caught passing out pamphlets, and he was going to drink two cups of the beast, and he was going to walk the perimeter of this party every hour or so and watch for the cops. Someone passed him a cellophane cup, the head cut off, full to the brim. "Sex in a rowboat!" someone yelled to him, and he nodded. Fucking close to water. It didn't really matter.
A grin split his face after the first sip. There were times, not many, but there were times when it was nice to go to a party. The 'Showboi with all his limbs smacked Billy's shoulder, hard enough to hurt. Trying to count coup. Billy gave him a hard finger to the ribs, another grin, and went to mingle.
"C'mon," he said to his friends. They weren't really friends, but they'd glommed on to him as clusters and threads of people moved through the darkness towards the heart of the hive. One of them was humping a beer keg on his back, and Billy figured that'd be instant popularity right there. The other one had an arm that ended in two feet of metal sledgehammer. They were both Freaks, but hey, when in Rome.
There it was. A big bonfire, music blaring loud enough to make the ears comfortably numb, clusters of kids huddled protectively around the impromptu watering holes. Billy's friend rolled the keg off his back and set it down, and in ten minutes some wide-eyed nice-looking kid had gotten the tap working.
It was mostly kids, but there were a few Hellions and Skulls and Freaks in there, too. Word had spread, and free beer spoke volumes.
Billy had three modest goals. He was going to beat the crap out of any Council caught passing out pamphlets, and he was going to drink two cups of the beast, and he was going to walk the perimeter of this party every hour or so and watch for the cops. Someone passed him a cellophane cup, the head cut off, full to the brim. "Sex in a rowboat!" someone yelled to him, and he nodded. Fucking close to water. It didn't really matter.
A grin split his face after the first sip. There were times, not many, but there were times when it was nice to go to a party. The 'Showboi with all his limbs smacked Billy's shoulder, hard enough to hurt. Trying to count coup. Billy gave him a hard finger to the ribs, another grin, and went to mingle.
"Metal is Better than Meat."