Wild Wastelands High School | Moriarty's Malt Shop
People have to save themselves. One person saving another is impossible.
Sylphee Smithford
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Sylphee continued her conversation with the Sheriff. He'd mentioned that they'd already checked for Thomas at his family's Mortuarium. No one was there, not even Thomas' parents or sole sibling, Henry. It was not until the Sheriff was leaving that he'd run into Thomas' father, Martin, and gotten a clue as to where Thomas might have been that morning. Having received news of the possible death of one of Springvale's citizens, Undertaker Martin McGee took his leave and departed in the direction of the Upper Springvale Residential Neighborhood.
"Are we in danger?" Violet repeated her question. For her part the young girl was not keeping calm, not in the least. Part of Sylphee understood why the girl acted the way she did. There was a murderer on the loose. The fact that the identity of this Pint Sized Slasher was unknown would make even the bravest of souls a bit nervous. Obviously there was some reason for the Sheriff to have suspected Thomas but Sylphee knew that it was simply not possible. IF the world was to believe, she had to believe it as well.
The Sheriff turned towards Violet and shook his head, lying to her. The Sheriff would obviously never tell the young girl that she was in danger. If he did, he might as well tell her to start panicking and hide in her basement, as if the Chinese had just para-dropped soldiers in Washington D.C. Not that not telling her young one armed girl was any different.
"You could check the school. Thomas might have an appointment with Nurse Sorrowfeld today." The young blue haired Cheerleader stated cheerfully. Jotting this down, Sheriff Simms nodded and took his leave. Seeing as how she was now free of the Sheriff's presence, Sylphee thought that now would be a good time to say her daily Prayers to the Porcelain Goddess.
"Oh my god! She's dying!" Came Violet's panicked voice, once again causing Sylphee to look around to see if the sky was falling.
The Eldest of the Smithford Dectuplets noted the absence of Violet before she heard a crashing noise behind her. Turning, she saw that the young girl, perhaps her mind clouded by an extreme amount of panic, had attempted to ram her way out of Moriarty's Malt Shop through the door clearly marked "PULL." The attempt had not been without damage it seemed as the Blue Haired Debutante noted Young Miss Meyers standing in front of the door, holding her shoulder in pain.
Walking over to the door, Sylphee pulled it open and nodded towards Constance Sorrowfeld, the apparent cause of Ayana's anguish. Like a hound, the young Loli-Taku was through the door, charging down the street as quickly as he legs could carry her.
"Come on. Let's get you seated." Sylphee said as she lead Violet towards the closest chair. As she did, she released the door and allowed it to close on a young man that was entering the Malt Shop. Surprised by the sudden barricade, the young man had only enough time to cover his face before taking the brunt of the impact, sending him stumbling backwards into a bicyclist.
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Wild Wastelands High School | Moriarty's Malt Shop and Beyond
Loli-Taku-Con: Ayananana-chan! ... Sorry. I stuttered.!
Constance Sorrowfeld
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The Bright and Cheerful young Lolicon/Otuaku, Constance Sorrowfeld ran. She ran as quickly as her legs could carry her. She ran as if possessed by Kami-Chan Shinatobe. In her mind, she would catch up to Ayana-chan within 5 or 10 seconds even if Ayana-chan had gone clear to the other side of Springvale.
Point of fact: Constance Sorrowfeld was able to catch up to Ayana Watkins in less than 5 seconds though it was more due to the fact that Ayana had only been able to make it half a block or so down the road rather than the scorching pace that Constance had been running.
"Ayana-chan! Ayana-chan! Ayana-chan!" The girl called out rather loudly as she ran up to where the sickly young woman stood, mucus and blood covering her hands, "Ah My Goddess! You're coughing up blood!"
That was a rather big understatement from the Yandere-Loli-Otaku. Looking at her watch, a pair of purple lips grinning back at the observer, Constance saw that her mother should have been home from her appointment at the school by now.
"Come Ayana-Chan! My mom! She'll know what to do!" Constance said as she lead the frail young girl towards the outskirts of the Upper and Lower Springvale Residential Neighborhoods.
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Wild Wastelands High School | Upper Springvale Residential Housing
I don't know everything, I only know what I know.
Mercy O' Hare
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The young girl in the wheelchair was silent. She had heard her sister's question as to what she thought was going on at the Black Residence but had decided not to answer before she knew for sure. Springvale's finest had cordoned off the area in front of the home of Isaac and Lucy Black and were doing their best to keep people away from the scene. Mercy noted the presence of Springvale High School's Euphemistically named Royal Court as well as Mister McKenna, a science teacher for Springvale High Shool. She also observed the large pool of blood that covered a large portion of the driveway.
Taking the viscosity of fresh blood and a rough estimate of the square footage of driveway that had been covered with blood, the wheeled genius estimated that someone had lost between six to seven pints of blood. If the blood had come from 3 or more people, then they were looking at the scene of an assault. However, if, as Mercy suspected, it had all come from one person, namely Lucy Black, it was safe to say that they were looking at a murder scene.
"I think that Mister Black is going to be finding out some shocking news about his daughter in a few minutes." Mercy said in a voice that sounded like she felt sorry for the old man. It was a very sad day for a parent to realize that they'd outlived their own child. Sure the man could buy whatever he wanted, the personal Vertibird was proof of this, however they were still supposedly years away from Isaac Black being able to purchase a replacement Lucy, if the articles in D.C. Science Weekly were to be believed.
"Did either of you know her?" She asked her sister and Drake as they looked at the officers process the scene of the crime.
Mercy O' Hare and Lucy Black ran in very different circles. As part of the Springvale High School's Royal Court, Lucy enjoyed all of the attention and adoration from the High School's student body. Everyone in the school wanted to be Lucy Black and it was a fact that was not lost on the now dead debutante. Mercy, on the other hand, was on the other side of the popularity spectrum. Not only did she have to deal with life as a permanently crippled young girl, she had to deal with her reputation of being the sister of one of Springvale's most prolific delinquents, Tessa O' Hare. She didn't fault her sister. After all, her sister did everything short of exploding the sun to make sure that Mercy felt loved and accepted. It was the student body that treated her like some frail cherry blossom that would break if you looked at her wrong. It was an existence that Mer Mer disliked. In short, it meant that Mercy knew next to nothing about Lucy Black other than what was rumored about Springvale's Exsanguinated Sweetheart.
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Wild Wastelands High School | Upper Springvale Residential Housing
It's impossible for someone to replace someone else.
Nine of the Ten Smithford Dectuplets
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Audrey's directions reverberated through the small crowd of Smithfords like an electrical current passing through a drunken Victor "Tombstone" McGee that one time where someone had dared him to lick the inside of a toaster. Like a fool, the massive idiot stuck his tongue in the toaster and turned it on. Needless to say, he'd not spoken for a few semesters as a result of the nerve damage his tongue suffered from the incident which now meant that his adopted sister,Victoria, did all the talking for him.
The Court-sans-Queen looked at one another, eyes flashing the same question over and over without the need of vocalization. One might have thought that the Dectuplets were using some unseen method of communication shared by children who had at one time simultaneously shared the same womb. However, it was more along the lines of the question that was on their minds being rather obvious.
"Who was the next Queen of Springvale High SChool going to be?" Was the obvious question, one that had managed to eclipse the reason they needed a new Queen at all. Still, the question was left unasked. It would not due in this time of mourning for the girls to consider which of the Court would take the reins of the thing that Lucy had left behind.
"I hope they fry that Thomas. I always knew he was bad for Lucy." Stephy Smithford said. Unlike the Eldest of the sisters, none of the remaining younger sisters had ever liked the pairing of Lucy and Thomas. There had only once ever been a worse pairing, so bad in fact that the girls had silently agreed never to speak of that boy again. Maybe he was the reason that Lucy died. Maybe Thomas had found out about the previous boy and decided to murder Lucy.
"You don't know that he did it." Sydney Smithford said. While she didn't like Thomas, she did think that he had the opportunity to prove himself innocent before he was disemboweled by the town of Springvale.
"Audrey, once we're done here. We'll go find Sylphee and change into something more appropriate." Sydney said to Audrey. Black. Black would be the color the Dectuplets would wear for the next week. Black sundresses with black floppy hats and black sunglasses. The girls would mourn properly for the loss of the beloved Lucy Black before this replacement business could be tackled.
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Wild Wastelands High School | Springvale High School
Don't talk to me, please. I hate you
Thomas "Shifty" McGee
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The mind of Thomas "Shifty" McGee's mind was strangely vacant. For a young man that was widely known as being excessively garrulous at times, he was strangely quiet. Perhaps it was because he was unused to being around a person with as much confidence as was exuded by Miss Cream. But that was untrue. Lucy Black often showed the same amount of confidence. Perhaps it was because he was unused to being as close to a woman as Miss Cream was standing in front of him. This too would not be true based on the sheer fact that he'd been intimate with Lucy in the past, an act that involved contact of a far closer nature. No, if anything it was the fact that Thomas was attempting to ignore the fact that Kristin Cream's soft dough balls were pressed firmly against him as she stood mere inches away.
The phrase "I have a girlfriend!" was repeated ad nauseum in the Junior Undertaker's head as he tried not to compare the sensation of Kristin pressed against him with the sensation of Lucy pressed against him. Granted, Lucy was Thomas' life long love but there were other... superficial things... that Lucy was lacking. Granted once Lucy graduated and turned of age, a quick trip to the surgeon's office would have fixed that.
Talking... she was talking to him again, Thomas realized after a moment.
"Is something the matter? I am not intimidating at all - if I were, your meals at Springvale High would become a very difficult prospect," Miss Cream said with a wink before extending a delicate hand, palm facing downwards,
"Kristin Cream. New Junior Chef, I will be creating the varied 'choice menu's' for the new year. And you are?"
Thomas slapped himself. Not in a literal sense of slapping him in front of the lovely Miss Cream but rather in a figurative sense that he mentally rallied himself. He was in training to become an Undertaker at his family's Mortuarium. He had to deal with death on a daily basis and deal with people from all walks of life. This included the likes of Miss Cream. Remembering this, the young man felt his heart and respiratory rate slowing.
Taking Miss Cream's delicately manicured hand in his, he brought the finely tuned tools of bleeding edge culinary art to his lips. He did not kiss the hand, as so many others would have, instead he pressed it gently against his lips as a sign that he was glad to make her acquaintance but was not overly forward as to plant a kiss anywhere on the woman's body. Releasing the hand clad in soft buttery skin, Thomas looked up at Miss Cream, his eyes meeting hers, and smiled.
"I apologize for my manners, ma'am, I'm Thomas McGee, a student here." Thomas stated, "and if I have to be honest, I would have to say that I wasn't intimidated as much as I was surprised. It's not every day that you find out that a famous model will be serving you lunch."
Yes. Thomas had heard of Kristin Cream, though for personal reasons he would never reveal as to how he had heard of her. What was important was that Thomas did, in fact, find it strange that a woman at the height of her career would opt to take a position as a junior lunch lady at a suburban town's High School located on the outskirts of Washington D.C. Things like this didn't happen in real life so when Thomas saw Miss Cream standing in the hallways of his school, licking a window, he thought that it was simply a woman with a passing resemblance to the famed model.
He was still standing with her pressed up against him, wasn't he? Taking a step back, Thomas put a bit of empty space between himself and Lunch Lady Cream.
"Welcome to our school, Miss Cream. If your cooking is only half as good as your work on BlamCo's 'Got Cheese?' campaign, I think I'm going to be in culinary heaven this year." Thomas said.
Thomas... Earth to Thomas. Lucy Black? Does that ring a bell? Hello? Lucy... who?
