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 Posted: Wed Jul 19, 2017 1:19 pm
Thomas Stanson. Resident super buff, not a jock, not a lady's man, and really not that popular. Despite his shortcomings in the social latter of it all, he was stepping out of his comfort zone and throwing a party. Not a late night party with his usual crowd that consisted of pizza, mountain dew, and videogames but one with lot's of people from all walks of life, loud music, and enough fun to go around; or at least he hoped. With his parents away it was time to play although he would have preferred a night at a restaurant, maybe bowling but no, he had to go the extra mile, taking advantage of his parent's much needed vacation time and their rather large and spacious home. They'd string him up by his neck if they found out the reason why he encouraged the trip and no amount of powers he could keep under his belt would save him from an encounter like that.
As he laid out food like chips, drinks, and other sugary sweets, the thought of it made him shudder slightly doubled by the fact that his immediate friends were right behind him doing more than their fair share to distract him. The party hadn't even started and yet there they were, the four of them inadvertently trying to sabotage the whole thing before it could begin. "Jesus, guys. Can you stop goofing off. There's gonna be plenty of that when people show up. Please just get the music ready. I can handle everything here."
"Geez, T. What crawled up your a** and died?" Said CJ, who seemed to have been disappointed at the killjoy in the room. Thomas didn't dignify him with an answer, instead he continued to fill bowls with chips and other sorts while they walked over into the next room to fiddle with the playlist and stereo.
"He's been acting real weird ever since the field trip. Started chilling with a football player AND some total babes. Guess it's only a matter of time before he leaves us in the dust. This is how he breaks out of the nerd life." Whether they thought he couldn't hear them in the next room was beyond him but all it did was cause him to roll his eyes in disbelief that they even thought like that. If only they knew what he was going through. They'd probably kill to be in his place, CJ in particular having a crazy crush on a certain superheroine, wishing he could be a suitable equal. That was one of those embarrassing and silly things best friends told each other which was why Thomas found it so weird that they thought he'd betray them so easily.
With all of the setup finished, all five of them sat in the living room in silence, Thomas every so often looking out through the blinds like a grouping of pick-up trucks full of kids as large as a prison transport were going to appear at any moment. He'd flop back down on the beige couch in disappointment, flipping through the contents of his phone. In the corner of his eye, he could feel how alienated his friends tried to make themselves. They were all huddled up on one couch with three cushions and even so, it wasn't that big.
"Nobody's coming." Darrell whispered with a sly and aggravating snicker that caused Thomas to shoot him a glare. Boy, were they irritating tonight but maybe they were right. He let a handful of people know about the party in question, telling them to tell other people they knew and so on. He even went to Roman about throwing not even the perfect party, but a decent one at that. Where was he and of all people, where was Isabella? With a low sigh, Thomas heaved up off the couch to escape his "friends'" whispers and sat out on the porch swing, rocking back in forth as the light in the sky dimmed into the night.
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Posted: Wed Jul 19, 2017 5:27 pm
"Knock it off guys I'm trying to drive." Roman yelled from the driver's seat of Ty's 2015 GMC Acadia Denali. Meanwhile behind his headrest more thumping ensued as well as laughter from a bunch of his friends and teammates paired with a few females. "Bro chill out. We already agreed to go to your nerd friend's party. Let us have some actual fun before we get there, will ya?" Roman rolled his eyes and smirked listening as they all cried out in unison; "Yeah" to Javon's comment. "Not cool guys. Tommy's good people. It's why I told him I'd help out with his party. Just give him and his friends a chance. For me, at least." Roman did his best in trying to convince them. In the back were four of his best pals, on and off the field. Tyrone who graciously let him borrow his much bigger and spacier vehicle with the only stipulation that he'd be driving. Then there was Chad, Devonte, and Javon. The three girls piled in the back row along with D. He looks into his rear-view as he can see his friend is already hard at work in putting his 'bid' in on her. "Why you hanging with this kid anyway? He's not like us. You know, Rome. Jocks and nerds don't mesh well." a pause. "Yeah, well we accept you just fine, Javon. On the real though, it'll be fun. I swear. 'Sides, give me some credit I've never let you down before."
A smile forms on his lips as he looks ahead to his left side's mirror. Three trucks following close behind as they turn onto Thomas' block. Music is blaring from the vehicles and screaming from girls and guys alike who're already inebriated ready to dance it off. And then get drunk some more. Tonight was going to be the best night ever if he could help it. He just hoped Tommy knew by asking for his advice that things might get a little out of hand.
The vehicles all slowed following him as he parked on the curb right in front of the party host's home. It was on cue too cause it looked like Thomas needed a pick-me-up'er for sure. "Alright boys. Let's liven this place up!" Roman confidently announces after unbuckling himself from the vehicle's restraints. He opens the door watching as his fellow classmates are walking towards and inside Thomas' house. Some already setting up stereos and all to blare music throughout the neighborhood. Some greeting Thomas before they went in while others simply ignored him. Carrying the kegs were some linebackers and for some odd reason someone also brought fireworks and already fired one into the sky. Roman rose a brow quite confused for a second then shrugged it off. He sauntered on over to Thomas with a smile. "As promised. I brought the people." in the event, that didn't work, he'd add. "Oh, and I definitely can say that I talked to Isabella's friends and they said they'll be here. So come on. Enjoy your party. The guys brought plenty of boos, extra chips, drinks and if you're into it; edibles. Though, you really don't strike me as the type to do that." Quickly changing the subject in case he wasn't comfortable with drugs at his home, Roman would throw in. "Plus, there's more people coming too."
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Posted: Wed Jul 19, 2017 8:12 pm
【 ᴛ ɪ ᴍ ᴇ ɪs ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴀs ғʟᴜɪᴅ ᴀs ᴛʜᴇ ʙ ʟ ᴏ ᴏ ᴅ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ғʟᴏᴡ's ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴠ ᴇ ɪ ɴ s 】
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Posted: Wed Jul 19, 2017 9:48 pm
╔ Isabella White ↯ Circuit Isabella was in the passenger seat of her friend's car. It was a little past the time the party had started, but that didn't phase her. She was out with her friends and they had already pre-gamed even before driving there, but Caleb managed to snag his step dad's convertible and head out with the three of them including Issy. Nonetheless, Issy was still feeling tipsy, but sang along to the radio with her friends. Caleb and Abby were busy having some sort of make-out session in the back, but the electrokinetic drifted into the scenery. A bunch of clustered homes, the suburbs as she thought. A simple place to live for a simple person like Thomas. Except for the fact that he wasn't just simple. He has hidden talents, but by now regarding the establishment of powers and being known, Issy didn't really care that she had achieved the nickname 'Bolt' and would hear it when she'd walk by the halls. It at least got the much more aggressive cluster of hormone infused teens off her back. Parking the car, Alec nudged Issy on the shoulder and she snapped out of the dream phase she was in resting in the passenger seat. A quiet hm and raised eyebrows was all she understood from her close friend as she elbowed her seat to get Caleb and Abby's attention. They had gotten some of those fancy wines as Caleb's dad owned a winery and his mom was a wine taster. It was like a match made in heaven, but this was besides the point. Caleb brought the best wine his mother had bought or been gifted and Caleb's parents weren't too forward with confrontation if they found a few bottles missing, 'they are just kids' as any adult would say. Issy got out of the vehicle and took two of the four bottles. There was some hard liquor that Caleb had also brought, but he was like a guard dog. She felt giggly and much more social than she usually was, but she liked it. "Guys, guys! It's over theeeerree! And the music is oonn! We gotta hurry!" If her mother was home before she left, she would have probably not let her walk out much less walk into the living room with what she had on. A simple little black dress and red wedges to match her red lipstick. A bird silhouette necklace graced her collar bones, but with every step, she felt more energy and was pumped up. Her friends walking two feet behind her, Issy skipped onto the porch where she saw many familiar faces, but felt the need to greet the host of it all first. Wrapping an arm around Thomas's neck and placing her hand on his shoulder, Issy came in for a hug. "Thomas! I'm so glad you made this happen!" A warm smile remained on her face as a few more giggles escaped her lips. She turned to Roman and spoke up. "Roman!Great to have you here too!" Facing Thomas's ear, she whispered loud enough for her to hear him. "Caleb brought more booze from his parent's cellar, and a few more things are in the car, but shhh! We need to drink slowly." Her eyes lighting up, Isabella moved past both before holding Thomas's left hand with her right. She stood with him until those that came were situated, but her eyes bounced from one face to another and fell on a person she probably had art class with...or was it British literature?
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Posted: Wed Jul 19, 2017 11:08 pm
With the arrival of so many teens, old faces and new alike, it was only befitting the suavest of all made his entrance. Pulling up in a 2016 BMW i8 thanks to the life insurance policies on both his parents. His mother's alone awarded him so many zeroes he'd been set for life if he managed his money correctly. And although he didn't, Jerome still had his father's policy which lain untouched.. for now. Moral of the story is he was rich and had plenty of money to throw around. But right now he would settle for just throwing his weight and fancy sports car around in Chicago High's students faces. The Bose bass inside his vehicle rivaled the stereos sitting down on the lawn of Thomas' house. His radio loudly played 'Hella Hoes' by A$AP Mob before turning it down and turning the car off. He hops out of his whip with no passenger in sight.
He wore a dark leather jacket, and underneath a black t-s**t which clung to his chiseled body like a bug caught in a spider's web. Then for his bottoms, he sported dark gray colored joggers with a pair of red, white, and black Retro 6s. Girls whispered as he walked by admiring his good looks and the enticing smell that was his cologne. "Hi Jerome." a few of them greeted seconds after the other waving. To this a smirk parted his lips as he absolutely oozed confidence acknowledging the lot of them with a nod. Only because in his sights he caught a glimpse something, no, someone he wanted and like anything Jerome ever wanted in life--he'd went after it uncaring who was in the way. This was a doggy eat dog world after all. He learned that the hard way a long time ago. Turned away from him when he strode up was Roman Young, someone he didn't particularly favor but in the right settings made it seem as such. They were partners after all. Next was the loser who put this s**t together, and lastly, Isabella who he focused on solely.
"Yo, yo, Ro. Tim, cool party." He said, purposely forgetting Travis' name. Or was it Trent? Whatever. Jerome towered over Isabella standing at 6'4'' and bit his lip. "Damn.. Is it just me or did it get suddenly hot out here?" Playfully he says even going as far to fan himself. "Way you wearing that dress is making me want to be a better man, Isabella." his tone was smooth with a hint of seduction, practically moving Timothy out of the way whilst not making it too blatant in front of Issy.
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Posted: Thu Jul 20, 2017 10:35 pm
The way she walked up to the house, she looked 'peppier' than usual but still off. Looked like she had a few drinks before she even got here. Guess everybody had their fair share of fun before coming. He was starting to have his doubts whether this was a good idea or not. "Haha..Yeah..I"m sure Roman's crowd brought more than everyone here could count. We should go inside. Plenty of room, snacks and..yeah!" He tried to sound like he knew what he was doing, trying his very best actually. Thomas' eyes met a few of his friends as they looked to him for guidance. He didn't know what to do for them other than to mouth 'go have fun' which they didn't seem to appreciate. They turned around like one collective group and made their way deeper into the house believing their friend turned his back on them. "Uh, anyways, yeah!" He said finally, taking Isabella's hand to lead her into the house only to be stopped by a few more people entering. "Hey, everyone. Glad you could make it. Hey, man awesome job at the track meet!" He tried to sound as enthusiastic as possible, faking the majority though genuinely meaning for a few.
Thomas was just about ready to blow the rest off just to get inside, only to find that there was one last person who decided to enter. "Yo, yo, Ro. Tim, cool party." Tim? Thought Thomas. He's heard worse but he didn't even try to call him by his name. He was practically glaring at the guy at this point, even more so as his blood started to boil hearing him make advances on Isabella. He didn't really understand any of his friendships and or whatever he had with her but he'd be damned if he was going to lose it to him. Even if he did have a better way with words.. "Um, yeah! Thanks for coming but we were just going inside. Plenty of music to eat and food to listen to..s**t." He stepped in between Isabella and Jerome though in doing so made a bigger joke out of himself in the process.
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Posted: Sat Jul 22, 2017 1:00 am
╔ Isabella White ↯ Circuit The grip on Thomas's hand went slightly weaker as Jerome stepped between her and Thomas, but Thomas soon shifted in front of her and she held on tighter than before. She blinked a couple times, her eyelids noticeably droopy from the alcohol from earlier. Although she was somewhat impaired from the effects of drinking, she glanced up at the rather tall classmate who she'd seen play during a game or two, but even she didn't pay too much attention to the players, but rather the game. His responses or attempts at wooing her didn't pass as he hoped since she began to giggle and pulled Thomas and her hands up into his view. She would also wave 'bye' at Jerome and pointed to the last girl who had her eyes locked on him though he failed to recognize her existence. Ahh high school. A time for hormonal teens and nothing but who could increase the number of people each guy hooked up with. This was true for a majority of the football players which always made Issy laugh. Jerome was a part of this type of double standard like culture. Her crowd were those that hung under the bleachers or on the bleachers during sporting events when they decided to go. "Let's go get some drinks, Thomas?" She placed their held hands down, but stood in such a way where his shoulder was directly in front of her and so she gently rested her cheek onto it. From the tone in his voice, Isabella knew he probably felt uncomfortable and that was the last thing she wanted him to feel--defeated. This whole situation made her giggle under her breathe though and as it was accompanied by alcohol. Just put a girl with a figure in a skimpy-like dress and heels. Slap some makeup on your face and you instantly gain attention from guys whom you had a class with or whom they never realized was a person.
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Posted: Sun Jul 30, 2017 2:53 pm
"Um, yeah! Thanks for coming but we were just going inside. Plenty of music to eat and food to listen to..s**t." Jerome heard from the side of him. Glancing over to the shorter boy, he would smirk and almost break out in a laugh when Isabella dismissed him with a wave. "It's like that Iss'?" He rubbed his chin turning to Roman, patting his shoulder then walking off to mingle with other interested girls. If Isabella wanted to ride with the nerd who got tongue tied trying to speak so be it. Besides only a small part of him was salty about the encounter. He now stood with three other girls practically throwing themselves at him while he kept a close eye on Isabella.
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Posted: Fri Aug 04, 2017 6:02 pm
 xxxx xxxx ▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀JOE MESSANA ▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀There one thing Joe loved to do more than most things, party. He arived a tad late as he wanted his mom to fall asleep after work on the couch as was her routine before he snuck out of their appartment. He had caught wind of a party trown by a relatively unkown classmate. Even of it was just music and excessive amounts of ships and dip, it be better than being at home. He had to not take the car his mom needed the gas for work so he have to travel a bit differently. He had mapped it out prior to leaving as to use alleys to avoid being spotted. He hadn't had these powers for anymore than a month. But he was getting the hang of it. He had figured how to change the colors of the light he could create. He found a pale yellow was less noticable to the passerby. He made haste to the party. Glowing the whole way there. Hey if you got to hoof it all the way there, do what you can to get there faster! He stopped the light run a few blocks in a well wooded park and walked normal the rest of the way. There was the jocks ariving with the best ingredients to a well made party. Booze and food where totally on his party to do list, of course music was good and as long as it wasn't classical or slam poetry he be cool with it. He knew he have to play it safe with the booze he wasn't sure how his new powers reacted if he was to get drunk. Not that he did that often. It seemed others where ariving as well and where just know filling in to truly began the fun. Sliping inside he grabbed himself a soda to start off the night.
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Posted: Wed Aug 16, 2017 9:51 pm
With a sigh of relief, Thomas could rest easy knowing that encounter was finished, wrapped up, and pushed to the back of his mind where it would remain for the duration of the party. He couldn't will himself to turn on his heel and toss the bigger male a wave instead keeping to the smart decision to continue on into his house to enjoy the party, practically whipped up out of thin air. The situation wasn't in Thomas' favor, not at all, but he didn't have to be told twice when Isabella signaled him to step inside with her. She was especially convincing wearing what she arrived in. To think a girl like this was interested in him. More shocking than finding out you've got superhuman abilities.
"Looks like you've had more than a few drinks already. Not to mention you just got here." Speaking slightly louder to match the booming music, Thomas couldn't help but laugh at the way Isabella carried herself. It was clear that she and her inner circle of friends had their own fair share of fun before arriving. That's always good, he thought. The livelier the better. In the corner of his eye, Thomas caught his friends off on the couch waving him over only to find that Thomas was extremely hesitant on making his way over. In the moment, he weighed his options. One being hearing about how CJ was too much of a coward to talk some girl in the party or two, following the one girl in the school who's actually noticed Thomas. It was really a no brainer and with that he gave them a shrugged along with tapping at his bare wrist as though he was strapped for time. As they walked, Thomas waved and gave a handful of high fives to his fellow classmates who thought he would have never made it this far. Oh how little they knew about the current happenings of Thomas Stanson.
"So look. I gotta know. Is this good? I've been nervous about this all week and I don't know if it's too much or if it's too lame but it's-- Roman couldn't have pulled through at a better time." His thoughts were jumbled but nonetheless he could say that he was successful in not embarrassing himself by revealing that the only reason he threw this damn thing, at the risk of being grounded till who knows how long, was to impress Isabella.
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Posted: Sat Aug 19, 2017 6:27 pm
╔ Isabella White ↯ Circuit Glancing to Jerome from the corner of her eyes, she rolled her eyes and drew her attention solemnly to Thomas. Another classmate stepped in through the front door, closing the door and making his way to the food. There was a lot. He'd be satisfied, probably. Her hand gripped on a little more tighter to that of Thomas's, greeting him with a wavering smile courtesy of the drinks. Blinking slowly, she widened her eyes at him and a familiar feeling crept up in her body. Hunger. Her stomach turned a little as her appetite grew a bit. "Aaaand, now I'm hungry, to the food!" Pulling on his hand, she moved through the now crowded living space that used to be Thomas's calm and collected living room space. Arriving at the kitchen she began to nod, moving her other hand into the bowl of large chips and dipping it into the salsa bowl before making its way into her mouth. After it made its way into her digestive track, she smiled yet again at Thomas before speaking to answer his question. "Yes, it's obviously more than great! Look around, you have about 75% of the school here, and those who aren't are lame, okay? Don't worry too much about it, you saved most of us from having a boring rest of our day, what more is in store for us all by the one and only Thomas Stanson?" Coming up against his chest, she started giggling again and removed the pressure, diverting her attention to the chip and dip not to mention a slice of pizza.
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Posted: Sun Aug 20, 2017 6:45 am
【 ᴛ ɪ ᴍ ᴇ ɪs ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴀs ғʟᴜɪᴅ ᴀs ᴛʜᴇ ʙ ʟ ᴏ ᴏ ᴅ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ғʟᴏᴡ's ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴠ ᴇ ɪ ɴ s 】
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Paris had sat tightly at the table laid out with the food and drinks on it. Several people had come and gone from the table since, but Paris had sat back, and watched Thomas' group of friends who had sat on the sofa. They were painful to watch. He continued to lean quietly against the wall, and smile. He then caught Thomas, and his friend, Isabella, walking through the room towards the kitchen. It was as good as time of any to interact with someone. As he slowly manevuered around people, he was surprised to see that Joe Messana had come to the party. From what he understood, Joe was a little younger than most there but apparently had an aptitude for causing mischief. Paris passed him a smile as he continued to move towards the kitchen, but that was when he caught a glimpse of his friend; Jerome Johnson.
❝Jerome!❞ He shouted over as he curved his hands around his own mouth. Both of them were invaluable members of Chicago High's sport teams. Jerome had help score more wins than one could count for the football team, and Paris basically was the track team. His teeth glistened from the lights of the living room as he walked over towards his friend who was practically drowning in girls. One of Stanson's greasy friends had bumped into Paris as he was walking over. As if a mask immediately dropped, Paris shuddered in disgust as this person touched him, and threw him a deathly stare - a facial expression that gave out a clearer message than any words could. The flash of his anger was plain to see. It was almost like watching a rodent back down as Stanson's friend immediately sat back down with his other friends.
Paris quickly regained himself, and eventually met with Jerome. Completely unfazed by the numbers of girls around them both, his disinterest in them never helped to put down certain rumours about what team he really played for. The corner of Paris' eyes crinkled as he smiled. ❝--And here I thought this party was doomed for.❞ He said with a lighthearted laugh. ❝Been a while.❞ There was a part of Roman that Paris felt like he could relate to. Where as Roman was without his parents, Paris rarely had his around - both forced to act as adults long before their time.
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Posted: Sun Aug 20, 2017 10:27 am
The star player did his share of flirting. Then followed with the rest of the crowd inside. Stanson's house was pretty much what he expected. Privileged kid with an even more privileged life. If it wasn't for his nerdy tendencies, they could've found themselves being friends. But that boat had long sailed especially after tonight when the chump tried to step up. Albeit a small part of him couldn't help but respect him for it anyway. A smile crept up onto his lips just off reminiscing about it alone until another single voice beckoned for his attention. His head turned and immediately upon seeing who it was, he flashed a grin with his arms spread out. "If it isn't the main man himself. The Eiffel tower of track. Looks like that Tim kid really owes Young one. Can't help but wonder why Roman's all of a sudden best friends with a dud like him." Jerome's curiosity caused him to glance over to where Roman was mingling before quickly turning his complete attention back to someone he could call a friend in Paris. "Saw you almost bumped into those slugs over there. Tell me you didn't get any of their weak energy on you. Chicago high's Track team wouldn't be able to bear the loss." he said, jokingly. There was no secret that Paris was more than what he let on at times. It's what made Jerome take a real liking to him. He had a dark side and wasn't afraid to display it when necessary. Not to mention their almost similar backgrounds.
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Posted: Mon Aug 21, 2017 3:57 pm
【 ᴛ ɪ ᴍ ᴇ ɪs ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴀs ғʟᴜɪᴅ ᴀs ᴛʜᴇ ʙ ʟ ᴏ ᴏ ᴅ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ғʟᴏᴡ's ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴠ ᴇ ɪ ɴ s 】
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Jerome had a personality that would either make you squirm with anxiety, or make you laugh. For Paris? The latter. He couldn't help but smile. ❝Hey, hey no! Leave those guys alone.❞ He feigned defence as he put a spin in his heel and turned around to Thomas' friends who all sat together on the sofa. His lip curled as he spoke over to them. ❝You guys remember that I defended you this one time if you ever go to shoot up the school, okay?❞ Stansons' friends almost receded like a turtle into it's shell as a mixture of laughs and sighs followed his comment. As Paris was turning back around to face Jerome, he did offer a glance in Roman's direction. His friend had a good point, Young did fall in with Stanson pretty quickly, and out of nowhere. He scrunched up his face in confusion as he finally turned back to Jerome. ❝No idea about Young. I don't know about you, but I want to find out what's the deal with him.❞ Paris was more than fine with Jerome coming with him as he moved into the kitchen.
As he walked in, he stared around. Looking for Thomas, and there he caught sight of a playful Isabella in his company. ❝White! Stanson!-- Leave some for the rest of us, huh?❞ He said with a chuckle as he walked over towards them. Isabella was clearly drunk, and she didn't know whether to be grabbing chips or pizza. He walked closer to the duo of them with a large smile as his cheeks pressed against his eyes. While he did have his moments, he was known to be a rather nice person, and that had always worked in his favour in socialising - he wasn't someone that a lot of people found themselves afraid of talking to.
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Posted: Sun Sep 03, 2017 12:32 pm
  Agony A peaceful little neighborhood like this never got much attention as far as parties were concerned. It was the type of place where you'd hear the lawn mower hacking away at untrimmed grass in the morning as early as 8AM. The type where one could hear spouses partake in a loving departure as one would leave for work. It was all so plain. Something out of the 1960's and was far too ordinary for the likes of him. There was one redeeming quality about the complex and that was it's tranquil and hushed atmosphere. During the day all you'd ever hear are cars driving by, birds chirping in the trees, and the wind blowing a blissful breeze that tossed the fallen leaves around. At night, there was nothing and it allowed the young man a pleasant walk throughout the empty streets. For once his mind was at ease from all the chaotic stirrings brewing on the inside. The want to do more with his abilities and they weren't urging him to help, only to bring mischief and ill will.
It was very rare that he was able to do so in such an ordinary neighborhood but only a few blocks away, Cade was given the chance to flex his muscles on a not so ordinary occurrence happening so close by. Cade sat in the darkness of his living room, hunched over on the red leather couch. The only sound within the room was the ticking of the clock, second by second. By now his mother would be tucked away in bed, unaware of where he'd be off to tonight. After seeing his ability firsthand, she welcomed it and used him in more ways than one. In exchange, she turned a blind eye when Cade wanted to get a little...creative. When the clock hit the half hour mark, he rose up from the chair and out the front door. Every street lamp was lit leaving no room for any darkness to accumulate on the streets and as he drew closer to the location in question, the ground felt like it rumbled harder and harder.
Who was the one hosting all of this? Furthermore, why weren't the police called yet? Someone's gonna be a real angry camper in the morning after getting little to no sleep. Regardless, Cade wasn't here to shut it down. He arrived with the same intentions and goals as the other teens in attendance: to have fun at all costs. Cade stepped onto the porch slowly, letting his eyes take in every detail of the spacious yet quaint home. His lips broke out into a half smile when he'd see a familiar face but wouldn't go any farther than that. Only certain people were given the time of day and he hadn't come across a single person who fit the bill. Most of your typical social crowds were here but to Cade, they all seemingly blended together. One giant blob of annoying insufferable individuals under the same roof, influenced by alcohol and peer pressure to do the wildest things on a Friday night.
"Didn't ya hear? Soda is really bad for you, I mean, the stuff is practically toxic to people our age. Don't believe me? Look at them." Cade had come across Joe of all people within the room but wanted to ensure that he kept his attention as he made his way over to a few awkward kids goofing around on the couch together. Cade stood over one in the middle of the sofa, his head straightened but his eyes pointed downward onto him. With little to no warning, Cade clutched at the boy's face looking him over from side to side. "Am I right, or am I right? Lay off the Mountain Dew, bud. Your acne is out of control and a shower would help a ton with..all of that." He could tell the comment and the act of practically physically assaulting him was enough to stir some pent up feelings, seeing tears well up in his eyes as other fellow party goers nearby began to chuckle at the scene. Letting go of the boy, Cade left him with a smirk that seemed to be the icing on the cake as it sent him sprawling for cover, his friends in tow trying to get him to calm down.
"You're not doing yourself any favors by being weak and spineless." Cade said in jest to those watching before walking back over to Joe. "You seem a little on the young side, even for this scene. Standing alone at that. Should make the most of it. Dance till your ankles fall off. Prank someone or do people actually do that?" For someone who didn't interact with people very much, he enjoyed being showy and talkative, even if he was all over the place talking to this guy. With a little more practice, he could clean his act up in no time.
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