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 Posted: Fri Dec 10, 2010 2:26 pm
  That's right, there's been a murder. It is January 24, 2010, the first day of the new semester.
It seems the start of school had coincided with the end of a life...
Everyone has heard of school fights and suicides. But... murder? Sure, everyone's heard of school shootings, but this... this is something different. What's more, the killer was sharp and careful enough to leave such little physical evidence. Thus, the police have begun to investigate circumstantial evidence, seeing if the victim had any enemies. There is just one problem...
The entire population of the school seems to be on the suspect list.
Everyone knew that the victim had made an enemy out of "Marion" and his posse, the "Marionettes." A few people had been suspecting that Marion had been doing terrible things for a while - practicing Dark Magic, playing with Voo-Doo dolls, and other grisly things that would make any PETA member cry - and the demise of Marion's enemy does not ease these suspicions...
Although, it does not make the situation any easier to know that the dead student was frequently a problem around "Predator" and his fellow "Jailbreakerz." With them having been charged with assault, who knows how many more steps until murder?
The "Popular Posse" is not off the hook, either. The student had a grudge against them and their tight reign on the school and often made threats against them. Self-defense and fear are powerful motivators...
A similar problem drags the "Trekkies" into the mix. The student made it a habit to ensure their lives were not without a bully. So why wouldn't the Trekkies exact the same treatment? Or worse?
With all these suspects, this investigation won't end quickly. And when it does, it does not look like the school will emerge unscathed...  -----------------------------------------------------------------------------
Original characters, concept, and story by xXx_Vladimir-Plasmius_xXx.
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Posted: Fri Dec 10, 2010 2:51 pm
 .::Rules...
1. Gaia and guild rules apply here. Obvious, yes, just a reminder. 2. Decorating posts is appreciated but not required. 3. Please do your best to keep your posts high-quality and high-quantity. Replies are easier when you are responding to a larger post, and challenging yourself to make larger posts is fun and develops your roleplaying skills! 4. Please try to avoid OOC-only posts. There's a thread for roleplay discussion here. And when you do add some OOC text to your post, please be sure to mark the difference between it and roleplay text. 5. Please let us know if something comes up to prevent you from roleplaying, whether it is going to happen, is happening, or has happened. This way we can work around your characters or put them in a situation where their inactivity will not be a problem. 6. If you have any questions or suggestions about the roleplay, PM me or post them in the OOC thread. I highly encourage contributions or ideas for the story. 7. Please PM me your profile skeleton with the title of the roleplay as the subject of the PM. 8. You can play up to three characters so long as they are each part of a different group. 9. If you want to be directly involved in the murder, please let me know when you submit your profile. Suggestions and being very specific as to what you want to do is always appreciated!
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Posted: Fri Dec 10, 2010 3:28 pm
.::Suspects...
Key: Open, Taken
Within each clique there are many members. However, you will playing the key players indirectly or directly involved with the murder from each clique. Just keep in mind that there are other students and teachers in each group than the two or three mentioned.
 The "Popular Posse" Planet Pretty ▬ The leader of the Popular Posse. She is a natural b***h, and the foundation of her appearance centers around Hollister and Abercrombie. But there has to be a reason that so many gravitate to her, right? Letterman ▬ Letterman is a real-world John Doe who hangs around the Popular Posse in an attempt to be noticed. Many wonder what he is really like because he is always bending himself to be somebody else... The "Marionettes"Marion ▬ The leader of the Marionettes. Very dark at heart, Marion is respected greatly by the other members of the Marionettes. Although one would assume the leader to be the most mature, recklessness and one-sidedness are common traits in this one. Very out-spoken and opinionated, taking "no" for an answer is not common within the leader of the Marionettes. What caused this darkness? Stitch ▬ Stitch has a bipolar disorder, either ecstatic about everything or unreasonably suicidal. What side of Stitch will this horrific event bring about next? The "Trekkies"Motherboard ▬ The bravest of the bunch. Motherboard is not afraid to toss remarks at bullies. She is usually responsible and has everything planned out but can lose herself in a squabble. Can this mother hen still take care of her flock with rumors casting suspicions on them? Vulcan ▬ Vulcan is not in very great physical condition, and on top of that, he is diagnosed with epilepsy. Frequent seizures, usually absent ones, make it hard to keep up with work and school, but his fellow "Trekkies" are not about to leave him behind. But when he starts having hallucinations on top of all that, can he take the added torment? The "Jailbreakerz"Predator ▬ Spent time in Juvi for assault and violation of a restraining order. Predator is not the nicest person around, and fist fights break out frequently when somebody gets on this one's bad side. This becomes a problem when the murder, for some strange, unknown reason, gets Predator more upset than ever... Prey ▬ Spent time in Juvi for thievery and minor assault. Prey is paranoid and easily shaken, traumatized by the experience in prison. Kleptomania and a strong will to not ever, ever go back to prison are destroying this Jailbreaker, and this murder may be the straw that breaks the camel's back... The "Creatures"Belletrist ▬ The teacher of Honors English. Belletrist has an outgoing and naive personality as well as a quiet shyness that not many are privy to. Never one to take immediate action and usually calling somebody to help with critical situations, how will Belletrist handle the murder? The Shrink ▬ The school's therapist and guidance counselor. Always with cheery outlook on life, how will the peppy therapist deal with the student's death, especially now that everyone knows that the victim had been a frequent client as of late? Dean Deathrow ▬ The head dean of the school. Ever since the investigation started, he has been intensely focused on finding the murderer. This all seems quite good and noble, but there seems to be a darker, more corrupt side to this man... 
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Posted: Wed Dec 15, 2010 7:37 pm
 .::Skeleton & Profiles...
Please PM me your profile skeleton with the title of the roleplay as the subject of the PM. You can play up to three characters so long as they are each part of a different group.
Once the pre-mades fill up, people are more than welcome to make their own so long as they follow the above rules. Make your own catchy name and mystery, and I'll add it to the Profiles thread and the Characters post above. [imgright]URL FOR IMAGE, IF YOU HAVE ONE[/imgright][size=13].::Username:[/size] [size=10][Gaian name here][/size]
[size=13].::Name:[/size] [size=10][character's name here][/size]
[size=13].::A.K.A.:[/size] [size=10][role here, e.g. Planet Pretty from The Popular Posse][/size]
[size=13].::Age:[/size] [size=10][age here, will be 14 to 18 if a student, possibly higher if held back in school][/size]
[size=13].::Biography:[/size] [size=10][character's history here][/size]
[size=13].::Extra:[/size] [size=10][anything else you want to tell us here][/size]
[size=13].::Physical Description/Image:[/size] [size=10][description or a LINK to your image here][/size] I tried to ensure that each character had their own mystery. Expand on that, add dimension and depth to the characters! Give a reason to the stereotype your character holds. DEPTH!  .: razz rofiles Here::.
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Posted: Wed Dec 15, 2010 7:51 pm
.::The Story Thus Far...
Here I shall do my best to keep a summary of what has been going on. New clues, character mysteries, the like...
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Posted: Fri Dec 17, 2010 3:56 pm
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Posted: Thu Dec 30, 2010 12:51 am
Prey - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - It was shiny, so shiny. Its shimmer was like a siren's song, and Prey was only the helpless sailor...
How could she help herself? After all, it was there. Right there. She could feel it pulsing, even. It had more life than the body that held it. Her hand was in his pocket before she could realize what had happened. How could she see anything but that precious thing?
A wave of release shivered through her core, wrapping her in freedom and bliss. It was heavy and cold in her hand, yet she felt comforted as though it were emanating a warmth.
Once the Feeling - that was what she called it, you see - had left her, something else hit her. Coldness, a horrible, numbing cold that froze her limbs and eyes, enveloped her as her eyes locked with his.
His being the eyes of the dead body she had stolen from.
She knew it was him. After all, it was his necklace. That damned, taunting necklace. He never sat too close to her; he always stayed away from the Jailbreakerz, at least in class. Yet on the days he wore that beautiful, shiny medallion, it was as though he was sitting right next to her, taunting her with its proximity. And when he wasn't in the class, whenever he was picking fights with the Jailbreakerz, her eyes would always fall to its beautiful form as it swung back and forth on the chain that hung from his greasy neck.
She had wanted it so bad. So, so bad. And now it was hers. Her hand tightened its grip on the object, but she could move nothing else. Not even the necklace could ease her now, its cold presence unfeeling, uncaring for her distress.
Taunting and cruel were his eyes whenever they exchanged glances. But not now. No, his eyes were those of Death. And she could do nothing. Say nothing, move nothing, feel nothing… but despair. Oh how Death called her, beckoned her. She was locked with Death, and she could not scream. Oh, how she wanted to scream…
Why was this here? It made no sense to her. What right did Death have to her spot? She went here often, you see, behind the Media building. She came there often after class, or even during, so she could breathe. Class made her feel claustrophobic and paranoid, as though she was being watched… watched by all those eyes. Of course, once she had a moment to herself, she realized that no one had been watching her. But every day the feeling returned, no matter how many times she told herself that she was just being paranoid. At first, the teachers were bothered that she left so frequently, attributing her leaving to her "tendency toward delinquency." Most didn't care, happy that one of the "delinquents" was out of the class and out of their hands. This behavior hurt her in ays that could not be reflected on a report card. The paranoia over getting in serious trouble - and going back to that horrid, horrid place - unnerved her, but she'd do anything to escape the stares.
She began to shake, her legs and arms quivering.
'Why is this here? Why is this here? Why is this here??? No, no, no… I have to get out of here. I won't go back. Someone… oh, please…
Then someone stepped out of the shadows. Her only witness. Between Death and the fear of being reported, she was enveloped in a terror. Now it was the eyes of the living that plagued her. She began to hyperventilate, her whole body going wet dry and warm and cold. That familiar feeling broke her out of her trance, and she ran, taking the opportunity to escape both sets of eyes.
'Would Motherboard tell? Oh gosh, oh gosh, oh gosh… I… can't get in trouble… no… Something inside of her knew what she was doing was stupid, that it would only get her in more trouble. But she could do nothing but run. Nothing but run.
~*~
They said his name was Robert Carezo. Robby C. was what he called himself. But everyone just called him "that guy." Or "that one kid." Or even just "him." He was the kid that no one liked. Even his "friends" were just pretending to like him so they could have something to makes jokes about later. He knew it but never showed it, preferring to take it out on a Trekkie or, on occasion, a Marionette. Marion was his biggest rival, and everyone knew this. Picking a fight with the Jailbreakerz wasn't too rare, either. He often spat verbal threats at the Popular Posse, and every teacher played lottery when the rosters were given, every teacher hoping that the name "Carezo" wasn't on their list.
And now he was dead. Who would his friends make fun of now?
The police had the area surrounded with police tape and men. They took pictures and talked, investigating anyone who got near.
It was the next week. The body was gone, but the nervous tension that crawled through the school like a fog still remained. They police had found no hard evidence. No fingerprints, no fibers, no hairs, nothing that could pinpoint any one person. So they went to Plan B. Everywhere were cops. By now everyone was used to it, the constant blur of their dark blue uniforms out of the corner of your guy. They were determined to talk to every staff member and student, it seemed. And the suspects were numerous. But everyone only seemed to talk about ten.
Planet Pretty. Letterman. Marion. Stitch. Motherboard. Vulcan. Predator. Prey. Belletrist. The Shrink.
Rumors were harsh, but stares were harsher. At least they knew the rumors, but when the stares started, who knows what they were thinking? ...I won't go back, I won't go back, I won't go back.. [[ Everyone may post now! Thanks for waiting. Don't forget your roles, and don't forget that each clique has more members than the pair shown on the front page. Have fun! ]]
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Posted: Thu Dec 30, 2010 10:50 am
♥Planet Pretty♥ :-:Certified b***h:-:  Angel wasn't feeling well. There were no two ways about it; something was very wrong. Not only was it a dreary, rainy day (She HATED rain. It was positively the WORST kind of weather EVER.) No, she wasn't feeling as confident as she usually did... not that it affected her in school or anything. She was just the tiniest bit anxious, and anxiety was so not her thing. Cool... composed... those were the things that defined Angelique LaSalvatore. And she was beautiful. They didn't call her Planet Pretty for nothing, after all.
She walked into the school building and, of course, was greeted by the admiring stares of her followers... as well as the condescending looks of her rivals. But there weren't very many of those these days...
"Good morning, good morning." she said nonchalantly as one of her closer acquaintances took her luxurious fur coat from her shoulders once she had walked into their homeroom class. She let down her luxurious blond hair and flipped it a little to shake out the water that had gathered in the short walk from her car to the gate of Capricot Highschool.
"Good morning, Planet Pretty." one of her nameless droids said, bowing his head and looking down at his feet shyly. Her face remained unemotional as she scanned the rest of the classroom. Everything seemed in order. No policemen to question her about things she didn't know anything about, nothing to waste her time about that boy who had been killed... had it been a boy? She didn't really care. She didn't care about the people she didn't know.
"Shut up." she replied calmly as the swarm of conversating students made a space for her to take her seat. "Can't you see that you're annoying me?" The boy flinched as she sat down quietly and pulled out a sheet of paper, doodling the Capricot Logo as she waited for school to commence.~Don't talk to me~
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Posted: Thu Dec 30, 2010 12:05 pm
Katerine walked onto campus, her violet cat's eyes hidden under her teal bangs. I need Jake. She closed her eyes before slowly looking up and scanning the field, searching out Marion, hoping to hell he wasn't skipping today. She couldn't handle it. Not after that. I mean, sure he had deserved it, and sure Jake might be happier now, but must it have been so brutal? She shook herself, trying to dispel the thought that kept coming up as an image in her head - the look on his face as it happened, as he realized he was no longer breathing... And then nothing. And then he had been still. Kat swallowed hard, shaking the memory off. It was over. Now all she had to do was protect Jake.
Brushing her hair from her eyes, Kat tossed her ponytails over her shoulder, rolling her eyes slightly at all the people staring at her, If it's the hair, get over it. You should know by know I do this every week. If it's the murder, well, it wasn't me. And you should know that too. Kat's hair was currently in two ponytails on either side of her head, but she had used hairspray to make them stick out from her head before falling around her shoulders. The result made her look like an anime character, not that she cared. She liked the look.
I'm going to be late. The thought passed through her mind offhandedly, trying not to realize that her being so collected was all a front. That, inside, she was breaking down and screaming. She wrapped her arms around her body, suddenly looking extremely uncomfortable. "Jake? You there?"
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Posted: Thu Dec 30, 2010 6:07 pm
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I bare my fangs for all to see...
Predator. That's what they called him. And he loved it. Every second of it. Howard walked through the halls with his backpack slung on one shoulder. He knew he was going to be questioned, sooner or later. Robby C., huh? That's what the kid's name was. His eyes narrowed at the sight of police officers standing by his class' door. "Screw this, I'm skipping." he grumbled, to no one in particular and turned on his heel, ready to hang out in the junk yard or something. He wanted to avoid the whole questioning, if possible.
He watched the crowd, catching whispers. A couple of his Jailbreakerz crowded about him, talking to each other. They cast annoyed glances at the students who dared to glare in their direction.
"Did you hear it was Prey?"
"Prey's one of the suspects, too!"
"Yo, I bet it isn't Marion, but Predator."
"Nah, Predator's scary, but Prey's a real crack case."
His eyes narrowed. What the hell were they thinking? The Jailbreakerz spread out slightly when they saw the angry look in his eyes. Howard took a couple strides forward as they dispersed. In front of him, two boys had been murmuring, using their locker doors as cover. When they saw him, they stiffened. He grabbed one of them by the collar, yanking him forward. With a string of profanities, Predator spat at him, "You wanna say that again, shrimp?" he growled. No one messed with his group. No one messed with Prey. He didn't care if they thought he killed that kid, but heck, he was going to slash their throats if they blamed one of his friends.
The student in his grip stuttered for words and Predator shoved him to the ground, slamming his fist into the locker door. The impact caused a deep indent in the metal surface and grazed Howard's knuckles; a bit of blood dripped off his fingers. "If I hear it again," he hissed, I'll kill you he thought, but it was better not to say, especially when he was this angry & the police were around. He stared the kid down and then turned to go, his Jailbreakerz following suit. I guess I'll have to stick around for toward, it seems.
Are you afraid of me ?
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Posted: Thu Dec 30, 2010 6:51 pm
♥Planet Pretty♥ :-:Certified b***h:-: Oh, how annoying... Angel thought as she heard a bang just outside of the classroom that made her entire clan jump. She was willing to bet on her gorgeous blue eyes that the culprit was that idiotic moron Howard... or 'Predator', as the student body referred to him nowadays. It wasn't that she didn't have the means to exterminate him and his band of juvenile delinquents that always seemed to be the root of all troubles in her school; she just hadn't found the time to do so just yet. Then again... with the current murder investigation going on, it was becoming more and more necessary for Planet Pretty to step in and recreate order, as it had been before that blasted boy got himself killed... it was that Predator, no doubt. And his imbecile right hand girl, Prey. But they would be found out soon enough. After all... she hadn't done it.
"Do you want I should -"
"Didn't I just tell you to shut up?" Angel asked, standing up and brushing a strand of her impeccable blond waves out of her eyes. The boy flinched again as her cair scraped back. She walked up to him, trailing her fingers under his chin and offering him her most charming smile. His face grew pale as she bared her abnormally sharp fangs (they were always a bit longer than those of most, and it had helped her to retain control of a person on numerous occaisions), lowering herself to his ear.
"It seems as though you are in my way. Would you mind stepping aside and letting me pass?" she said softly. The boy began to sweat.
"I didn't mean it, I swear Miss Pretty!" he insisted, trembling slightly. Angle chuckled darkly, then pushed him aside, heading towards the doorway.
"I know." she replied, and let loose a small giggle that set the hearts of everyone in the room into an anxious frenzy. She was upset, and the whole school would have to pay for it later. Angel smiled inwardly at their fear, then stepped out of the hallway to see what was going on. She smirked when she saw the two students on the ground and the dent in the locker... and Predator stomping off in the opposite direction.
"Just as I thought." she said loudly, leaning against the doorframe with her hips to the side seductively. "It seems as though the dreaded Predator has attacked again... what a pity. Apparently, killing one student isn't enough."~Don't talk to me~
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Posted: Thu Dec 30, 2010 6:59 pm
м o м o ĸ α тнє ѕняιηк тα ĸ e υ c н ι  Momoka watched absentmindedly. She had just walked out of her office, slightly stressed out from all the questioning the police had gone through with her. She wasn't willing to tell them the details of her conversations with Robby simply because she knew they had nothing to do with his murder. He was a good kid, a little headstrong, but he had never indicated stronger enemies than the ones everyone already knew about. It was difficult, though, for her to stand there and watch it unfold; she wanted to help these students, but what could she really do? Momoka was The Shrink, they were supposed to trust her, but coming to Capricot High was a huge disappointment. These students didn't want anything to do with a shrink, much less with a teacher. Sighing, she took another sip out of her steaming coffee and walked through the hallway, surveying. Everyone was edge. And obviously so. With so many officers running around, it seemed like everything and anything was under inspection. Howard's at it again She noted, as he stepped up to scare some sophomore. She would've intervened, but it seemed fairly nonviolent as he slammed the locker and strode away.
She watched the officers move to stop him and quickly moved over, giving them a smile. Planet Pretty was enough for Predator to handle. He didn't need investigators on his trail, too. At least the blonde was less of a time-bomb. "Why officers, have you had your breakfast this morning ? They're serving lovely pancakes in the cafeteria. If you're lucky, you might get one of the blueberry muffins, too!" Momoka told them cheerfully. She could hear Howard's footsteps and his little group conversing a distance away before he would enter his class. She needed to distract the officers from the scene before they went ballistic over yet another suspect. She realized that she, too, was being suspected, but felt that she had a duty over her students more than over her job. They started to talk to her about how difficult investigations were because they didn't have any time for themselves. Momoka nodded, feigning interest as she led the two officers to the cafeteria. In her mind, she was surveying the damage to the student body as she glanced at their early morning expressions. She would have a considerable amount of visitors today if it were a normal occurrence, but she was worried, with her own suspicions, that number might be cut in half. As long as principal principle doesn't get on my case today, I think I should be able to drag through somehow.
They reached the cafeteria and she held open the door. "Well then, gentlemen, I have appointments to attend to. Please enjoy your breakfast." Gentle tone. Stunning smile. Polite words. It was easy for her to persuade them to listen to her. She was such a bright, refreshing person. With another smile, she excused herself and hurried down the hall to her office, still holding her cup of light vanilla coffee. She hated caffeine, but on a day like this, the pressure was on.
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Posted: Thu Dec 30, 2010 7:11 pm
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I bare my fangs for all to see...
Oh boy. Planet Pretty. As if he didn't have enough on his plate to chew and spit. The annoying prima donna had decided lay her charms on the doorway and insult him at the same time. Obviously, she was either confidence over her head or today, she wanted to die. He wasn't in a great mood, hell, he was ready to smash some skulls in. He hadn't gone to juvie for nothing, especially not to put up with dolled up little devils like this rich prat.
His little group bared their fangs, staring her down, but obviously her clan of prim, posh soldiers was too busy drawn by her sparkling presence that they couldn't sense the hostility brewing a couple of feet away.
"It seems as though the dreaded Predator has attacked again... what a pity. Apparently, killing one student isn't enough."
She always cut straight to the chase. That almost made Howard laugh."Apparently it's not," Howard answered, with an equally volatile tone, "Especially when another wants to die." he took a couple of steps towards her threateningly, towering over her in the doorway and smirked, for a girl with charms, she was still a girl. She wouldn't want her pretty little face all smashed up, would she? And Planet Pretty was the perfect opportunity to spread some gossip. If she thought he was the culprit, she'd spread it quicker than wildfire, and then, maybe those insane investigators would finally get off Prey's case and sniff his tracks instead.
Are you afraid of me ?
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Posted: Thu Dec 30, 2010 8:25 pm
(Wait, I'm confused, I thought there was only one student shoved to the ground, but Planet Pretty said there were two. I know it's a small detail, but... sweatdrop )  Marion+++++++++++++
...and the Marionettes.
The second Marion stepped onto campus, he felt the eyes again. Of course, why would I expect anything different? he thought, sighing. Ever since the police found the body of that idiot Robby, nearly everyone looked to him first. Sure, there were the Popular Posse, the Trekkies... even the Jailbreakerz seemed like suspects. But no one had it worse than Marion. But it made sense. After all, Robby had been's Marion's worse enemy. They got into fights every day, and each one truly, truly hated the other with all of their heart. Hate was something commonly found within the leader of the Marionettes, but Robby... oh, boy. Robby had a special place in his heart for him.
Or, at least, he did...
But now Robby was dead. The first time - and the second, and the third, and the fourth, and the... - he was told of Robby's death, he smiled. And when he was informed that it was a confirmed murder, he smiled even wider.
Unless he was alone, there was no place he could be without turning and seeing someone turn away at the same time or overhearing someone mention his name.
"That's right, I heard it was Marion. It had to be. He threatened that kid every day..." some kid behind him said. Marion turned around, but instead of glaring, he just gave him a terrible, terrible smile. The kid's expression froze into one of shocked surprised, and Marion chuckled audibly before turning and continuing his walk on display. That what it was after, all.
Murder was an art show.
He was used to being hated, after all. Everyone knew he was the creepy guy on campus. Voodoo, animal cruelty. Everyone was either a witness or a gossiper of the terrible things he did. So he enjoyed it. He smiled at the rumors, and when someone asked him if he did it, all he did was smile. Unless it was the police. He didn't want to go to jail, and with the police as desperate as they were, he didn't want to be arrested because of something he said...
But he knew the student body wouldn't ever go to the police because of something he said. After all, he was Marion, and he had the entire group of Marionettes to help him if he ever were arrested.
Then, up ahead. The person he knew would never betray him.
Stitch.
He quickly wrapped him arms around her, getting close to her ear. "Boo," he whispered, smiling playfully at his joke. This time, the smile wasn't cruel. This time, the smile was true. He was happy, happy with the one person he called friend. He released her, turning her around so he could see what color she had today.
"Ooh, violet. Good choice, Stitch. And cat's eyes? Very nice..." he said, adding a smirk to his mouth as he finished speaking. Knowing there was someone listening, he added, "So, Stitch, did you finish cleaning and hiding the weapon? I don't want my fingerprints on that thing, you know that..." he said, his tone serious but his expression delighted.
The school is the stage, and I am the puppet master...
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Posted: Thu Dec 30, 2010 8:28 pm
♥Planet Pretty♥ :-:Certified b***h:-: "Oh please." Angel replied as he towered over her, holding her hand out to the side to stop her clan from attacking the obviously uncontrolled Jailbreakerz. His shadow was indeed imposing as it blocked out her light, but she was hardly afraid. In fact, she closed her eyes smugly and smiled, her perfect white teeth glistening as she inhaled to speak. "I don't have any time to waste on you, Predator. It's just that... those sophomores you just frightened are close and personal friends of mine." They weren't really. In fact, she didn't even know their names. But the more people she got on her side, the easier it would be to take care of little problems... like the hooligans who were, at this very moment, trying to intimidate her. Pitiful little things. Only masters have the ability to approach each other... anything less would look, simply put, rather ridiculous on their part.
"Don't send in your armies just yet, love." she said, picking a speck of white lint off of his black vest with one of her imacualtely done fingernails. She straightened his collar. "At the moment, it's obvious that you have too much on your plate... why else would you sporadically decide to mutilate a locker? It's obvious that you don't know what to do with yourself. May I suggest... community service? Or perhaps checking in with your parole officer every once in a while?"
Laughter came from behind her. Her clan had understood her joke, which was to her liking. But still... She held up her hand, and immediately, all sounds ceased. She brushed a strand of hair behind her ear, folding her hands in front of her and stretching her shoulders up like a cat. She smiled, charming and poised as usual. "Now run along and play with your little jailbirds, and leave my poor innocent sophomores alone."~Don't talk to me~
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