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 Posted: Wed Aug 21, 2019 1:08 am
Thomas made a point to get them brainstorming on who might have had beef with the twins and cheerleaders in general. If it weren’t for ugly stereotypes condoned by a few of the most-noticeable girls, things might have gone better. “I know some gossip I don’t want to believe, but the girls think it’s suspicious that Molly left only a half hour before the incident. She’s never gotten along with the twins. A personal issue or just pride, it’s hard to say.” Margot was clearly uncomfortable naming names, especially since Molly could have easily been a victim if she hadn’t left. She didn’t want to trouble someone who may be a target for all they knew. Always the optimist who wanted to see the good in people, the idea that a students or group of students could be responsible for arson was mind-boggling.
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Posted: Mon Aug 26, 2019 7:33 am
Roman sat back, knuckles pressed against his cheek, not to be confused with boredom or anything related though. He was deep in thought like his peers. He listened to each theory and kept in mind each name brought up. That's the thing about puzzles. they're only at it's hardest when all the pieces are spread out and only after you bring them together will the others start to connect. This group, he was sure would do just that. All of them thought differently and each had their own unique skill. His was sitting back and assessing. It was the same way on the field too. All's he needed was a target, a name. Margot provided that and Roman pushed himself up in his seat. "We start there then. Margot, could you talk to Molly? Find out what she knows and why she left early. The rest of us proceed as normal and keep everything lowkey. Thomas and I will go talk to Clark. Regina and Paris, I leave Bonnie to you guys." he stood up and slung his bag over his shoulder. "We'll meet back here at lunch to share information." Classes were likely starting and the lot of them were bound to be super late if they didn't hurry to class. And that would definitely be the opposite of keeping this lowkey.
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Posted: Wed Aug 28, 2019 10:05 pm
Roman’s idea of lowkey was very different from Regina’s, because she often kept to herself, so approaching anyone would seem suspicious. Her streak for being relatively introverted wouldn’t make any approach all that casual, but their girl wasn’t exactly plastic perfection like before; taking advantage now would be easier than ever. “I’ll see what I can do, I guess,” she said, scratching her head, sighing and standing up from her chair. She turned to her partner for their little mission next. “Don’t we have her in third period Calculus?” As far as anyone knew, Bonnie was something of an airhead; she could probably be baited into answering a few questions with some answers to the homework she likely didn’t finish. If they needed to be more underhanded, that would work, too. Regina didn’t exactly like Bonnie. If she were asked, Bonnie got what was coming to her, from popular to loser all because the queen bitches caught her being underhanded.
Kurt was stuck in off-season given the incident, but Roman could find him in the locker rooms easily. They were already acquainted, after all. Molly and Margot were a good pairing; Molly was very reasonable and well-liked, so stirring up conversation was easy, especially since the two were among the cheerleaders who hadn’t become victims. The good news was that all of them were supers; a neat little quirk made them better off at staying alive. Had Regina been the one stuck in a locker room, that door would be down and no one would have been barbecued. There was an arsonist on the loose; she intended to find them.
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Posted: Wed Aug 28, 2019 11:18 pm
"Mollie. Clark. Bonnie. If we run with your theory, if we can call it that, could these be a list of potential targets?" Her head was already racing with the possibilities of what she could do. Turn them into the principle or further higher ups, or nab them herself while she caught them in the act. Either or, she would be getting some delinquent teens some time in some kind of solitary confinement.
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Posted: Wed Aug 28, 2019 11:40 pm
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Posted: Thu Aug 29, 2019 12:34 am
Clark lifted a brow at the incomplete sentence, curious what she might have said had she finished that thought. Yes, he was aware of his tarnished reputation. As soon as some anonymous student recorded an interaction in the hallway where he made an unwarranted kiss alongside photos of him outside the girl’s house, things went downhill. He’d tried to explain it was a misunderstanding and that he’d been led to believe she had very different feelings, no one would hear it.
Frankly, the subject was on something else, to which he was thankful. He didn’t move in her direction or anything; the level of shame that came with knowing every girl he came across now wanted to back away was a little too much. It wasn’t long before she would inquire about his hands. He shrugged and tried to brush it off like nothing. “It was just, err…roughhousing, I guess. Don’t worry about it, I’m sure you’ve got your own battles today.” It was a fight; someone decided to open their mouth and label him alongside all the nasty rumors and he’d lost his temper. It was going to bite him in the a** later, but for now he’d let things run their course. In a weird sort of way, it was refreshing to know she was in a pickle, too.
He glanced away momentarily, realizing she probably wanted to be on her way. “It’s empty if you take the doors up the hall and to the left if you need a quiet place to get away. Sometimes we all need one,” he said, recalling a vacant bench in a shady spot. She could heed his advice, or not, but he could rest easier for the slight chance one girl in the school might not look at him like a freak. He gave her one last glance, however. “I’ll see you around,” he said, not wanting to stall her any longer than necessary, before departing in the opposite direction and towards the class he’d excused himself from. He didn’t ask her name, not because he didn’t care, but rather that he didn’t want her getting the wrong idea. A friendly gesture to a stranger, that was enough.
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