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Was he serious? It was the exact kind of thing Roxy would ask. To her, it seemed unlikely that he would has for something as simple as that. No effort of going to the forrest and killing a bear, that or finding a flower when there was none. Yet, it wasn’t the physical effort Randy wanted anyways. More so, it was the thought and the trial and error. It didn’t hurt that he wouldn’t have to hear her bicker either. Oh yes, Randy was indeed serious.

“Yep.”

He said this with a laugh just when she took a fry from his plate. In a joking manner, he shielded his plate from further attacks, then shrugged while pushing it over just the inch her way to show he was sharing. He did that a lot, share. Yet to her, she didn’t think it that way. He was sharing his strength, by carrying poor Stephan to the nurse. He was sharing his wit, by forcing Stetson away. Sharing his time, by even bothering to help her at all. However, Roxy had all those things, and she took it as if an insult. Which irritated the lad, he wanted to help her even if she didn’t need it.

It didn’t truly matter though, since he knew she was going to take up his price, and thus he took a bite in his burger. It reminded him faintly that he was running out of tooth paste, with the onions that were within the food, and he needed to get some more. Seemed as good a price as any, therefore Randy knew he was going to ask for some as his next ‘payment’. That along with a new jacket, since fall was coming soon. Things were like that for the boy, he would think up things randomly. Possibly he was being spoiled by all the favors he granted, expecting someone to come asking for something the very second. Which, they seemed to, and just with that thought, he felt his phone vibrate slightly. He received a new text.

The text said plainly, ‘I need a favor’, and then went on with a question of if Randy could convince the teacher to give the poor student an A for the test. With all the times he had been asked this favor, he was getting bored of it. Nonetheless, he texted back a simple yes, while adding he would provide the kid a tutor as well, all for the price of some minty tooth paste. He turned his attention back to his food, counting his fries quickly, then looked up at Roxy with a smile. There was another fry missing.

❅Bianca❅Aneira❅VonStumph❅

Bianca thought that she wouldn't mind Ayden being with Bridge. However, that thought left her mind when Bridgett stated that her and Ayden could find 'something else to do...' With that statement, Bianca's eyes flashed dangerously up at the Sea Witch.

So, Bianca's thought earlier about Bridge trying to invent her image was just a nice fluffy idea that would never even cross the blonde's mind. It actually kinda pissed her off that she would try and get Ayden to do that just after they first started dating. It was wrong, and Bridge shouldn't try and whore out herself with Ayden. The fact that all he did was nod either meant that he was cool with it, or he really didn't want to say anything against it in public.

"Well, If you two really want to go on a double date...It doesn't seem like a bad idea. Though, I am pretty sure that Ayden and I are going to be tired after our dance class together...." She stated that to rub it in Bridge's face " So, I think tomorrow would be better. We could go after classes, maybe go to dinner afterwards...." She added. That would ensure a good few hours for her to make sure Bridge was treating Ayden right, and not as a sex toy that was readily available.

Bridgett kept talking, going on about a girls day. That was something Bianca would definitely not want to do. She didn't want to hear of the things she'd done with Ayden, mainly due to the fact she'd be stuck with him one day, and she really didn't want to think of what she had been told later on in her life. It would just be awful all around. Before they could really decide on any plans, Ayden interrupted, saying he had to get ready for their class. Which was odd, for he looked fine the way he was. However, it was probably awkward for him to be out and about not wearing make up and his usual type of clothes, and without his hair pin straight.

She waved a good bye, and the next thing she knew, they were out of the cafeteria and Polly had been grabbed by the collar by Martin. That was another shock for Bianca. Martin, the quiet guy, dislocating Polly's shoulder. As soon as Bianca came to her senses, she hopped up and rushed to her friend's side. She was careful not to touch the dislocated arm as she sat down quickly beside Pan. When she looked up to glare at the perpetrator, she found Martin to be gone. Instantly she turned her gaze back to her friend. "Pan, can I help you get up so we can take you to the nurse?" She asked. It would have been stupid to ask if she was alright, for it was clear she was not.




If stars don't align,
If it doesn't stop time,
If you cant see the sign,
Wait for it.
One hundred percent,
With every penny spent.
He'll be the one that,
Finishes your sentences

Delia Roxanne Platt

Roxy actually preferred the previous tasks to this one. To him this one might seem easier, but to her, it'd be hell to keep. He confirmed her task with a quick answer. She couldn't contain the sigh that escaped her, for she knew this would be challenging. He did manage to make her smile regardless, though. With his laugh alone, she brightened up a bit.

She, too, laughed as he pretended to defend his plate from her thievery. It didn't last long, and he nudged it a bit over her way to indicate that he didn't mind sharing. Roxy realized that he was doing it again. He was sharing without her asking. Yet, she wasn't upset this time. It was due to the fact that it had nothing to do with her skills or ability, it was just food. But, the more she thought about it, it was a bit silly to get so worked up about him helping her. That didn't mean that she would start accepting help more often and more easily. It was just her nature.

While Randy was distracted by a text, Roxy took the liberty of snatching another french fry and dipping it in the sauce. It didn't take long for her to pop it in her mouth and eat it. By the time he had looked back at his plate, it was completely gone. It looked like he was examining his fries before he looked up at her with a smile. Ah, he knew she had take one. "What are you lookin at me for, Slightly...?" She stated, using his character name. She began to reach over to his plate for another. Of course she was blocked, and she laughed. However, their little tussle was interrupted by a scream of sorts. Roxy instantly looked up to spot the source.

It was Peter Pan. Well, it was the female that played him anyways. It appeared as if the Beast had dislocated his shoulder somehow. Before anyone could stop him, Martin had escaped from the cafeteria, tray forgotten on the table. Next, she spotted the small Snow White that had dared to tell her off earlier next to the injured character. Roxy instantly sneered. Personally, the girl was lucky that she hadn't gotten herself hurt too. She watched a moment to see what the girl would do when asked to pop the shoulder back into place. Surprisingly enough, she did it with ease. Roxy had to admit that she was impressed with that. Not even a flinch from the girl. Now from Pan, that was a different case.

Stetson Schraeder

The King of Thieves



Schraeder nearly choked on his food when he heard Marcel say that he couldn't share his past without the aid of spikes. It was hilarious; Schraeder loved this man's sense of humor, even if his tact was a little lacking. He knew that Marcel had slipped a barb into his last comment, but his amusement overrode the anger he would normally feel towards someone that would dare to insult him.

The King took a cup of his own and gulped down a mouthful. "Yeah, the coffee's not too bad at all," he said, regarding the cup thoughtfully. "And if you ever feel like the spikes in the head become unnecessary, I'd be more than happy to hear your story."

Before he could go on, though, he heard a scream that sounded vaguely familiar...Polly? He shook his head - she wasn't a girl anymore, was she? Still, why was she crying out in the middle of dinner? He turned in his seat in time to watch Martin drop Pol to the ground and begin to leave. Schraeder and Pol weren't great friends, but she had let him fly this morning, and he wasn't going to forget that. Standing quickly, he made to intercept Martin. However, the layout of the tables and the students got between him and the larger man. Growling, he spun and jogged towards Pol.

Of course, as he had been pursuing Martin, he hadn't seen Bianca make her way to Pol's side. He almost paused when he saw her so close - almost. It wasn't in his nature to let anyone see any weakness in him, so he swallowed his nervousness and continued forward to Pol's side. "What just happened?" he asked calmly, one hand on Bianca's shoulder and the other offered out to help Pol stand up.

Seriously, he had made way too many trips to the nurse today. Poor woman must be absolutely exhausted by now.

A single brow rose in the King's show of amusement. If asked he would say that he had no sense of humor. Or at least one that most people could appreciate. He knew that his kind of amusement was...morbid at best. A dry wit that...really wasn't. If anything it could be described as blatant sarcasm masquerading as something else. A something that he wasn't completely sure of how to name. And probably never will. That the other found him of all people funny....made him think that maybe Stetson was a little morbid himself.

As he placed the empty coffee cup upon his tray, his arms crossing as the motion was completed, a commotion caught his eye. It was hard not to do so considering the motions were aggressive in nature. His view practically uninterrupted by the angle of his seating. He recognized the smaller male.The slender build, soft rounded shoulders. A female pretending to be male. There was no doubt that this was Pan. But what the hell was going on. And with...that guy of all people.

It took him longer to recognize him. Partly because he was some tables away and some because his stance was.....all...wrong. The male that he happened to meet before - if it could even be called a meeting - had been shy in nature. A relatively tall being with a slumping posture, a gesture that was clearly meant to hide and conceal. His face always happened to be turned away from others, his expression apologetic. But...who knew that it was concealing...this.

What he did to the girl's arm was nasty. And more than likely very painful. The very fact that he did the act automatically causing him to rise from his seat in a strange attempt to help her even from his distance. A single gritted word making its way past his lips before he could censor it, "s**t..."

What the hell was that guy's problem. To do something like that.....


Stetson had obviously caught sight of the situation himself. It was obvious in the way he rose himself to take a look at the scene. In the way he pursued after the taller male before changing course and heading instead toward the fallen Peter Pan. More than likely because he became impatient, or even because he was more concerned for the girl's well being. Something that for Marcel..was not the case.Though he did not where the tall male was going, he did see which direction he had been heading. The motion not thought out as he pursued the other with a strange mixture of anger and misplaced curiosity. There was anger there because of the girl true enough. There was other ways to teach a lesson beyond things of that nature. He believed that deeply. But there was also a simmering burn that was vaguely familiar. Something about that guy's posture was movements didn't sit right with him. Like a bad memory that poked and prodded at him until he paid it the attention it deserved.

It was familiar and unfamiliar at the same time. And he would find out about it. Not matter how long it took.

Andromeda Fae Bearie

Andee had laughed a little at Sierra's statement about being a planner. If someone else was making the plans it was easier for Andee to stick by them. If it was her, she'd be all like 'Eh, I can do it later...' and it would continue to get postponed. She was listening as Sierra had been about to explain when they would do it when there was a loud knock on the door.

It was loud enough to make Andee jump a little. The voice coming from behind the door seemed familiar, however it wasn't the who she was concerned with at the current moment. No, she was thinking about if someone was knocking on her door like that. Personally, she'd be quite peeved. Plus, the yelling too. However, it seemed as if Sierra knew the person who was so rudely requesting entrance to her room. To Andee's surprise, she did too, but she only found out after they had entered.

It had been Martin from her grade, also known as the Beast. Andee had always wondered why he had been chosen for that particular character. He never seemed violent. Well, at least before their current encounter. Also, it seemed as if he and Sierra knew each other well. He greeted Andee a bit stiffly, apparently he had thought Sierra had been alone. Andee would have been willing to get up and leave, however, since she wasn't asked, she stayed put.

Fight? Woah, wait a minute! Martin, the shy kid, in a fight? No way! Andee couldn't fight her curiosity at all. Well, Tink was curious, so it was excusable. So, she listened, jaw nearly dropping when she heard the name Peter Pan rushed from Martin's lips. Instantly Andee's cheeks flushed red. Not with embarrassment, but with anger. Dude! Not cool at all. Polly was small and not nearly as strong as Martin. Plus, the school must be pumping the Beast full of roids for his role. Totally not a fair fight in any way shape or form.

Andee listened further, not opening her mouth for fear of saying something insulting, and heard Martin's side of things. Slowly, with each word, her anger dissipated, little by little. The red tint removed itself from her cheeks, and she took deep breaths. So, this whole thing was the cause of Polly being, well...a bit stupid. Still, Martin could have had a bit more restraint.

Andee sighed. It wasn't long before Sierra was addressing her. Find Polly? Knowing her, she would be too proud to try and go to the nurse. Proud and foolish. "Sierra, that's going to be a bit impossible....Once Polly has her mind made up, you can't sway it....Why do you think Tink had to take his poisoned medicine in the story?...." She trailed off.

Next, Martin spoke to her. It was kind of odd, knowing that there was a good chance that she would be peeved at him too. But she found it out of place that he thought he had to explain himself to her personally. Also trying to get her to convince Pan to just leave him be. "Like I said, it won't work...If I tried, it would be in vain. Tink can never change Pan's mind....just be there for him when he screw's things up...and protect him with her life when it comes down to it...So, when you meet up with her again....Don't be surprised if you see me step in between you two...." She stated with a small somber smile. She wasn't worried about Polly at the moment, so she turned her attention back to Sierra.

"So, I take it he know's about your shoe issue...." She stated, bringing that issue up again. Andee wasn't going to go back on her plans due to this mishap. "Because if he does, he might be some help....".

Andromeda Fae Bearie

Andee had honestly been expecting both of them to tell her not to get in between the two due to the danger of getting hurt. If that had happened, she would have refused to stay out of the way anyways, but it was a bit of a shock that Martin stated that he would have to thank her if she did so. Huh. Well, it was good to know that she'd be able to prevent Polly from getting hurt.

However, when he mention that 'if Pan want's to be a boy, then he'll get the same treatment', she flinched. Polly wasn't supposed to be a guy, and her sudden want was completely confusing to Andee. It also ticked her off. Hence her and Sierra's plotting. Not that she'd reveal that plan in front of Martin. That was just between her and Sierra.

Andee couldn't help but giggle when Sierra began to reprimand Martin for his language. Personally, Andee didn't see anything wrong with swearing, she just tended to change the words. However, what else he had said distracted her from that train of thought. He had had to carry her back up to the dorm? Wholey C-rap. Just one class of dancing in them and it already hurt her that badly. Andee had seen the bandages on the Queen's feet, but she hadn't seen the wounds themselves. That only made Andee more determined. Before she spoke, she watched how the two interacted. It was kind of like how her and her brother fought back home. It made her miss him a lot.

With a sigh, she opened her mouth to speak, only to be told that she'd have to remind him in the morning. At that statement, she raised an eyebrow. Odd. OH, now it made sense...Well, kinda. The explanation was a bit vague, but understandable. "How about I tell you now, and you come to me when you remember...That way it saves the both of us time and relieves the awkwardness that would come with said explanation..." She offered, letting him think on it a moment. "So, I'm pretty sure Randy could get me the time needed alone in the shop. However, I'd need a look out. Things can get loud and I tend to stay absorbed in my work. Therefore, if the odd person did come up, you could either distract them...For this would be necessary when I'm heating the iron. Mainly because if they came to investigate, they'd find things still hot. The other one would be to come and get me so we could leave before being found out. This would, of course, be after the boots have been formed and I'm just working on getting them prepped for engraving...." She said all of that before realizing that he didn't know she was making duplicate boots for Sierra.

"Oh, Snap..." She interjected with a blush. "I forgot to tell you. I'm making copies of the boots for Sierra, only lighter and more comfortable...." Wow, Andee. Way to look like an airhead. Well, it's not like people didn't think that anyways, due to her being blond. However, it never usually bothered her as much as it did now. Odd.