Into the Dreams - *Literate RP* (Open and Accepting)

[Cuwen]

((How about after-school activities, Gray_Kitsune?? biggrin That way, our characters could still interact with their peers but not have it be as boring as classes in school. lol!! How does that sound? But first I hope your and Kagtiour's characters respond to Christabelle. smile ))

[Mitsuki10191]

Micky sat scowling at her lunch table, her butt on the table and her feet on the seat. Her elbows on her knees, she rested her cheek on a fisted hand, glaring at the room in general, especially the tables around hers. Did they think she couldn't hear, she wondered? It was the first day of school, damn it, and they were already talking about her. It didn't help any that her damned step-father Jed had taken a swing at her this morning and managed to catch her in the eye while she was leaning over her oatmeal.

Lord knew Micky Lynn had ears like a cat's, so she heard every stupid word coming out of the mouths of preps and nerds alike. 'Freaky tomboy thinks she's a boy or something, joining the baseball team.' 'I hear she rolls with one of those gangs at night.' 'Not even her parents can stand her. I heard her old man knocks her around.' 'She's so scary, just look at her scowling.' 'How can those boys stand having her as their pitcher?'

Damn...She only had a little more time before practice, and then she could forget all about everything but getting the ball into Simon's glove. Tugging her ball cap down a bit more to partially cover the bruise, she tuned into the conversation going on at her own table.

"-totally going to kick a** in the game next Saturday. With Micky and Rafe pitching again this year, there's no way we can lose." This was from Pete, the boy with the quick grin who played short stop. He was half in love with her, she mused. But then, he was half in love with any girl who looked twice at him. Beside her, Rafe, the other pitcher for the team, silently munched on a bologna sandwich, his black eyes narrowed as he, too, caught the gossip.

He sent her a look that told her just what he thought about the talk, and she sent him back a crooked grin, rolling her eyes. As if she cared what a bunch of jerks had to say about her...Or at least she didn't care much...Maybe a little...Ok, so it pissed her off and hurt her that no one could understand. But they'd never know that.

She bet Cade Lavelle would understand, she thought, imagining the face of the man who starred in the latest romance novel she was reading. Gentle, understanding, Kincade Lavelle...But he wasn't real, and this was reality. So she'd just deal with it on her own.

[Grey_Kitsune]

"Hm?" Jasper listened to Christabelle and was half surprised by the news, but as soon as her punchline was delivered, he could only turn his eyes forward and kept silent for a few moments. Then, he grinned, "That...was great! Hahahahaaa! I should have known you'd pull something like that."

(Sadly short)

[welian]

Solemnly raising her hand as though she were holding a great sword, Christabelle 'knighted' Jasper. "And now, Sir Jasper, I hereby bequeath the joke unto you. Wield it well."

((Nothing wrong with a short post.))

[Kagtiour]

Blake couldn't help but laugh with him. It was so unexpected that it took him completely by surprise. "Now THAT was a joke! Good one, Chirs!"

((eh. they can't all be masterpieces.))

[Heaven91]

((no, no they cannot.))

Akira only shrugged, giving up. Her older sister was the type that had to see it to believe it, or it had to be prouven one way or another. And sometimes that could be a real pain.

Eli, on the other hand, didn't give up so easily. "I'm telling you the truth, Reeree! Next time, i'll take a pic with my cell if i got too. Some gym teachers use bikes or run too, but this guys using a really old looking car."

[Cuwen]

Reed did a double take when she heard Eli use her nickname for her. She hadn't used it in awhile... She thought she had broken herself of that habit. She frowned slightly, but did not raise her voice. "Eli, you know I hate when you use that nickname for me. It sounds like something a baby would call me who can't pronounce the sound of 'D'."

She usually wasn't so harsh, but since she had known Eli for so long, she felt more comfortable being that frank with her.

Reed has also seen a girl walk in with a baseball cap. Upon further examination, she saw that it was Micky. She was surprised to see her wearing a cap during the school day. Yes, she wore them quite frequently, but caps weren't allowed in school. She hoped a teacher didn't ask her to take it off because, frankly, Micky somewhat made Reed nervous. She didn't know the girl very well, but from what she could tell, that girl could get a temper. She didn't want to see her get angry at anyone today.

She liked to think, though, that beneath rough exteriors, everyone was truly a good person. Yes, she was usually an optimist, especially with people. There was nothing wrong with that.

[Heaven91]

Eli only giggled, knowing by now that Reed did hate that nickname, but she just couldn't help it! "I know, sorry, force of habit!"

Akira's gaze followed her sister's and looked at the girl with the baseball cap curiously. If she listened hard enough, she could hear tones of nasty things being said about her that sounded like a bunch of bull to the brunnet. Only reason she knew they we're talking about her was because the kept mentioning the baseball cap, and frankly, the girl with the green hair was the only one with that hat on, so that pinpointed things nicely.

Just by glancing at her sister, the teen could tell that Reed was somewhat nervous about Micky, which made her frown slightly.

[Grey_Kitsune]

"You can count on me, your majesty." Jasper bowed his head and spoke nobly, letting his shoulder be tapped. One the little ceremony was over, he took a bite of his pear, "So, what'll we do, if this story is true? Declare time? Oh no, I'm stuck with a rhyme. Blake and Chris, why am I like this? It's like something inside has slowly just...died." Jasper tapped his forehead in frustration, biting on his pear again. "Hey tell me a why, I'm suddenly so sly."

(that wasn't too bad.)

[Heaven91]

((...That was awesome! lol!))

[Mitsuki10191]

Micky saw other people looking at her, but they weren't saying a word against her, so she decided that the whole human race wasn't made up of assholes after all. They could say what they wanted, all these other people, though. They sure weren't complaining when she and Rafe led the team to an undefeated season. In uniform, you could barely tell she was a girl, so she supposed that was why.

"Hey, hey, Micky Mouse." Simon, the senior catcher on the team, used his annoying nickname for her, earned a level look, then a reluctant, "Whatcha want?"

"Guidance couselor coming your way." He warned softly, and Micky cursed under her breath, tugging down on her cap so that the black eye was a bit less visible. She watched her guidance counselor make his way through the lunchtime crowd. The ever-nosy Foster Coltaire, with his fancy psychology degree, had set his sights on her the first time she'd showed up bruised and battered in her freshman year. He was also, unfortunately, her nextdoor neighbor. That meant he was usually at her door every time he heard voices raised, and she had to pull out the list of excuses she kept in her pocket and look for a convenient one.

As he reached her, Micky prepared her scowl, satisfied when he rolled his eyes at her. "What's up, Coltaire?" She asked nonchalantly, staring at him defiantly. He merely looked at her, then reached out and pulled up the brim of her cap. "What'd he do? We'll jsut discuss this right here, since it'll take too long to drag you to my office." He said as she clamped a hand down on her hat.

She merely glared at him, saw everyone staring at her. Great, just great. With a long suffering sigh, she met his gaze, pulled out one of her less creative excuses. "I was throwing a ball at a wall and got distracted when it was comign back. I'm clumsy that way." She said dully, and he frowned.

"Micky, please, don't do this, not again this year. Just one word, and I can have social services on the phone, have you out of-" She slammed a fist on the table, glared. "Stay out of my business, Foster. You're a real damned nosy neighbor for a male. Let's go practice, guys." She said dismissively, and there was silence while the baseball team walked, heads high with pride, out of the cafeteria towards the practice grounds. As soon as the door shut, whispers and rumors flew and spread like wildfire.

[welian]

"Oho, very funny," Christabelle said back to Jasper, giggling. He was fantastic with on-the-spot routines, he'd easily become a stand-up comedian. "Your queen is pleased!"

Then Christabelle watched the commotion, and shook her head sympathetically - not for Micky, she didn't really like Micky that much. Too rambunctious, too tomboyish, wasn't very cultured, in Chris's opinion. Christabelle was concerned about the guidance counselor. Foster Coltaire. Cristabelle loved him. Not like that, but he was definitely one of Christabelle's best teacher-friends. "He can't stand by and do nothing about her," Chris murmured. "It's against the law for him to not report this. He'll get fired, and she'll attract social services anyways."

[Cuwen]

As soon as she saw him enter the cafeteria, Reed's complete attention was devoted soley to him. She didn't hear anything or anyone else around her.

Mr. Coltaire, the school's guidance counselor.

He was young, probably mid 20's, very handsome, funny, and incredibly intelligent. Plus, he was firm but nice as well. No one pushed him around. Sure, they could side-step him and brush him off for the time being, but only because he knew not to push kids too far if they weren't ready. At least, that's what her reasoning was in her mind.

It was the most rebellious thing she had ever done in her life, have a crush on someone not only so much older than her but also someone who was a staff member at her school. She had visited him 3 times last year in the last month of school. Mr. Kraig had sent her down there because that first day, she had had such a rough time in class with people picking on her. So, he had sent her down to Mr. Coltaire's office to talk with him.

She had gone back two more times after that because she was so drawn to him. She felt that she could actually talk to him, that she WANTED to talk with him and he wanted to hear what she had to say.

She had jumped when Micky had slammed her fist down on top of the cafeteria table, but her eyes and attention were still completely focused on Mr. Coltaire.

[Mitsuki10191]

((...Good Lord. I give a guy five seconds of face time and he gets two admirers in half that...Cool.))

Foster sighed after the baseball team left. For two years he'd watched her come in with all manner of bruises and scrapes. Listened to the screams and shouts and crashes. Watched her smuggle library books up the tree and into the window of her room. Jedediah Sawyer, he knew, was a man of God. He didn't apporve of any book but the Bible in his house, so Foster had always made a point of throwing a book or two through the window on holidays.

Jed, he knew, was also a raging drunk who tried to beat the word of God into his step daughter. He found himself breathing a sigh of relief every time she left for her father's house, on the opposite side of town. Her real father was a good man, a good provider, and was in the midst of a custody battle. Why he'd only been granted partial custody was beyond Foster.

With a sigh, he turned on his heel, caught sight of both Reed and Christabelle looking at him. Making an effort, he smiled at each of them in turn, decided he may as well get some lunch before trying to talk sense into the stubborn fool known as Micky Lynn.

[Cuwen]

((Very cool and impressive! Maybe if he stays in the story, you might consider making a profile for him in the future. wink lol.))

Reed's heart almost felt like it was going to flutter out of her chest when Mr. Coltaire looked at her and smiled! He had smiled at her! Of course, he always smiled and was polite, but every time he smiled at her, she felt her heart beat just a little faster.

Before she could stop it, her hand had raised just slightly so that it could wave at Mr. Coltaire for a few moments. When she realized what she had done, though, her face turned bright red and she quickly threw her arm back in her lap and looked back down at the top of the table again. What had she been thinking just now?!