Wild Wastelands High School | Moriarty's Malt Shop | Women's Rest Room
Honey I'm Hoooome!
Sylphee Smithford
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Before the audience gets any ideas about the direction this is heading, let us first make one thing clear: Sylphee is not a lesbian. At least not yet, I mean college is still in her future and while she's experiencing new and exciting things, she might dabble a bit for the other team but it's just a phase I swear! But for now, let us all remember that Violet is unaware of this and allow the miscommunication to continue. Let us also remember that this miscommunication would not be complete without other people not being in on the whole entire situation, people such as Colin Moriarty, proprietor of the Malt Shop which he creatively named after himself.
As Sylphee wandered over to the table to collect her and Violet's things the self-styled lord of Springvale's underworld siddled up to our Crimson Catastrophe with a sly grin on his face, apparently amused at the prospect of blossoming girl on girl romance, in his very own establishment no less.
"'Ey lass, if yoo two tuck any longer, I'd av had to send in Search n' Rescue." The Faux Irishman said in his faux Irish accent. He received a pair of rolled eyes for his comment but not before bringing a bright shade of crimson to the crimson clad calamity known as Sylphee. He quickly calculated the reward of making a comment about charging pair of teenage paramours by the hour for the usage of his facilities versus the risk of getting beat in his very own establishment or worse, having the police called into his establishment for making lewd and lascivious commentary to a girl under the age of consent. In the end, Moriarty opted to keep his mouth closed. The embarrassment Sylphee displayed on her cheeks was reward enough.
As he was thinking these not at all wholesome thoughts, the Blue Haired Cheer Leader pulled a fan of bills from her purse and started counting out enough money for both Violet and her food plus a tip for both Nova and Gob, even though their boss would never think about giving it to them. This action brought another knowing smirk from the establishment's owner. What the eldest of the Smithford dectuplets failed to remember was that the food for the Malt Shop's patrons had been paid for, compliments of Ayana Watkins' magnanimous gesture. While the girl had not actually given Moriarty any cash, there was an understanding between himself and the Japanese girl's father... and a tab, a tab kept track of solely by Moriarty.
Never above getting paid twice for one job, the Faux Irishman accepted the money from his forgetful patron and bid her a good day before looking at a clock that hung on a nearby wall.
"Dahmn lassie's late again." The man muttered as he wandered off to the backroom leaving the customers in the capable hands of Nova.
Picking up Violet's groceries and other items, Sylphee grabbed her the pair of drumsticks that she'd brought with her, tucking them into the pocket of the jacket that was on loan from her new mono-dexterous cohort. As the drumsticks came to rest at the bottom of the jacket pocket, the faint tinging of metal on metal could be heard. Curious, the Blue Haired Bombshell reached into the jacket's pocket and pulled out a familiar looking necklace.
The necklace in question had been gifted to the Eldest Smithford Dectuplet by their grandmother. While identical in style, each of the necklaces was adorned with a different center stone. In the case of Sylphee Smithford, the center stone was a fiery crimson ruby.
Absently, the young teenager touched her neck and found that her necklace was indeed absent from her neck. While there was a momentary wave of paranoid anger at the possibility that Violet had somehow lifted the necklace from Sylphee, the more logical and observant side of her brain noted the broken clasp and determined that it must have been caused by the near calamitous spill that she took in the women's restroom. She quickly made a note to thank Violet for finding her necklace as she shoved it back into the deep recesses of the jacket's pocket.
Grabbing the remaining items from the table, Sylphee quickly made her way to the exit of the Malt Shop and out into the world where she was greeted by a blast of warm summer air.
The Springvalian Summer had been a scorcher. While some attributed it to a cycle of natural global warming, others were resolute that it had been caused by the nation of China and its rampant consumption of Fossil fuels. As far as the children of Springvale were concerned, it just meant more time spent on the river where they could enjoy activities such as swimming and boating. Now that summer was almost over, the temperatures had mellowed down a bit, allowing the school aged children to enjoy their last couple of weeks of freedom. It was because of this that the street appeared to jam packed with people.
Looking about, Sylphee was unable to see her one-armed compatriot, never noticing the girl had gone positively fetal next to the entrance of the Malt Shop. It wasn't until a passerby tossed a coin on the ground that Sylphee noticed Violet huddled against the wall, her eyes and ears covered by her hands and arms. The tossed coin wasn't even able reach Violet's feet before it was snapped up by the suddenly defensive Sylph. Using her well toned arms developed through the repeated process of tossing Lucy (God rest her soul) into the air during Cheer Leading routines, the Red Menace threw the coin directly at the man's head.
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SHE'S NOT A VAGRANT YOU ASS-"
HOOOOOONK!
Sylphee's curse was drowned out by the honking of a passing car that almost plowed the suddenly dazed man who had suddenly thought it a good idea to lose his balance and wander into traffic. The honking was followed by the sound of squealing tires as a line of cars suddenly came to a halt.
"Vi... are you okay?" Sylphee asked rhetorically, kneeling down next to the one-armed-anxiety-riddled teenage girl. "Let's get you out of here, okay?"
Wrapping her arm around the ailing girl's shoulder, the Helpful Blue Eyed girl assisted her friend who would forever be called Vi by Sylphee to her feet before leading her down the road towards the Smithford household.
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If there was one thing that was noticeable about Sylphee's bedroom, it was the lack of typical bed. Instead there was a triple bunk bed that sat in the room. While the house was not overly small, it was still far too small to give each girl access to their very own room and there was only so much one could do with a 4 bedroom home. Between the 10 girls, there was a grand total of three bedrooms and one bathroom that needed to be shared. While there was a decided lack of privacy, the bedroom belonging to Sylphee had all the necessities that a bedroom required: a place to sleep, a place to store your clothing and a place to put your personal effects.
In case of clothing, it appeared that the storage space was the floor of the bedroom. It was in one of these piles that Sylphee digging through to find a replacement dress for the one that was ruined. As Violet looked would have noticed a desk labeled as belonging to Sylphee. On top of it lay some makeup and a few photos, one of which prominently displayed a rather familiar looking Thomas McGee, seated at a chair with an acoustic guitar in his lap.
"Here you go Vi," Sylphee's voice could be heard saying as she tossed a prescription bottle to Violet before doffing the borrowed jacket as well as the ruins of her dress... right in front of Violet. [footnote]Before we all go, "LEWD!!" the author of this post should remind you that Sylphee does live with two other girls in the same room. Privacy and modesty were the first things to go out the door a long, long, long time ago.[/footnote]
The ruffling of cloth could be heard in the small space as the red cloth of the fresh summer dress slid over pale skin. Turning to her new friend, Sylphee stood there for a few uncomfortable moments before breaking the silence.
"Some day, huh?" Sylphee asked, her smile faltering for a moment as she attempted to forget the mishaps she caused.
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Wild Wastelands High School | An Unmarked Black Sports Utility Vehicle
Code .... Blue? Ummm... what the hell is a code blue?
constance Sorrowfeld
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Constance's eyes slowly opened as she felt herself slow down, or rather she felt the vehicle that she was riding in slow down. The head in her lap slowly shifted forward as Ayana-chan's unconscious body stuggled to maintain its forward momentum. The young Lolitaku was confused. She didn't recognize the car that she was in and she certainly didn't recognize the men seated in the front of the vehicle she was riding in... at least not at first. It donned on her a moment later that the men who were seated in the front seats were the very same MIB-chans that Constance had accidentally hit with John-Hentai-Baka-chan's truck door. This alone should have made the cat-ear wearing teenager start to hyperventilate but one of the MIB-chans looked back towards where Ayana-chan was laying, a look of concern passing over his face.
While her present situation had stopped causing the lolitaku to go into fits of terror and panic, the car's apparent destination did. Looming in the distance, like a giant seven story tall glass tombstone, was Springvale Memorial Hospital. It might have been normal for any child to be anxious about going to the hospital but it was far from normal for a child to be so scared of going to a hospital that she would start attempting to open a car door while the car was still in motion. Luckily for Constance, someone had the forethought utilize that child safety locks.
"Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! Calm down. You're alright!" One of the MIB-Chans said loudly as he reached back to try to calm down the panicking Sorrowfeld girl.
"No! No! No! It's not alright. We can't go here! We can't! Anywhere but here. Auntie Emily-chan. She'll have them stick us on the fourth floor again. Please! We have to go somewhere else!" Constance pleaded with the MIB-chan as she kept trying to open the door.
The MIB-chan turned back around after being unsuccessful at calming Constance down. Clearly the blow to the head was making her act irrationally and clearly the emergency room staff would have something to calm her down with... a sedative of some sort. As the MIB-chan called ahead to the hospital to report Constance's condition, the girl in question calmed down for a moment and simply started at the structure ahead of them. Auntie Emily-chan ran the hospital group that was responsible for the running of Springvale Memorial Hospital, which serviced not just Springvale but the outlying areas around it, including Annandale.
In her younger years, Constance had been a frequent visitor to the hospital when her mother worked on the building's fourth floor. It was there that she had met her cousin Amie-chan for the first and only time. It was there that Constance's obsession over Japan had started. Reaching into her pockets, she began searching for the small scrap of paper that was usually inside only to find that her pockets had been emptied.
THUD! THUD! THUD! THUD!
The sound of feet kicking against a window was audible when the black sports utility vehicle pulled up to the Emergency room entrance. This was followed by the sound of the MIB-chans opening the door before Constance shattered the window and the sounds of the hospital staff strapping the girl down to a gurney. A needle pierced her skin and soon the world went dark.
"Not here. Not here. Anywhere but here. Not... here...... not... [small]here...[/small]" Constance muttered before succumbing to the sedatives.
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Constance's eyes opened slowly as her ears were assaulted by the familiar chirping of medical equipment whose purpose was to report on every detail of the patient's health. The young girl winced as she tried to look to her left and found that her neck was severely hurting, an after effect of being punched on the side of her head.
"owwwww." Constance ow'd as she looked in the other direction and was relieved to see Ayana-chan in a bed next to her.
"Ayana-chan? Ayana-chan? Are you awake?" The young lolitaku asked her friend one bed over.
"Ayana-chan? Ayana-chan? Are you awake?" Something parroted the young girl in the darkness.
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Wild Wastelands High School | Smith Casey's Garage
Victoria's Secret
Victoria McGee
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The Porcine Princess of the McGee clan smiled brightly for courtly knight. True this was one of her stranger encounters of the day, (seconded only by the prospect that her cousin Henry had actually used a car part as a sexual tool) but there was something slightly charming about a boy who was so passionate about his artistic craft. Slowly but gently, Victoria withdrew her hand from the young man's grasp. The last thing she wanted was for Braveer! to taste the oily film that had built up on her skin from working on Henry's car before giving up and bringing it to Arizona. Instead, she unzipped her purse and withdrew a singular black handkerchief and pressed it to her lips before presenting it to the kneeing thespian.
Pulling out her pen, she began writing on her pad of paper once again with a flourish, angling the pad to that Arizona could read what she was writing. Before presenting the note to the theatre bug, she gave Arizona a look that seemed to say, "This is how you handle people."
Note for Braveer said:
It is with great sorrow that I cannot allow you a simple, yet elegant, gesture such as a kiss to mine own hand. Instead, let me give you this token of my favor. If the need arises, present it to either my brutish cousin, Henry, or my beloved brother, Victor, and they will cease any hostilities they may be plotting upon you.
I am undeserving of your attentions, kind sir, and bid you safe travel where ever they may take you. While I would love nothing more than to ask you to escort me back to town, I must unfortunately complete my business with the crass and debase woman for whom I hold lower than a snake's belly.
Again, I bid you safe and prosperous travels, oh chivalrous pilgrim.
-Victoria
In truth, Victoria McGee envied Braveer! and his obvious passion for the theatrical arts. She had not always serve as a sort of bodyguard for her step-cousin, Henry. Before losing her voice in a childhood accident, the Darkly Dressed Damsel had dreams of moving to New York City and being in a Broadway production. However, without the ability to talk, those dreams were dashed like a ship against a cliff in a storm. This had left her a bitter woman, a bitterness soothed by her intervention in the frequent fights between Henry and Arizona. The relief was only short lived however, as Thomas, her other step-cousin, frequently scolded her for involving herself in Henry's petty rivalries.
Thinking of Thomas, she wondered how he was doing.
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Wild Wastelands High School | Springvale High School | Nurse's Office
Physical Examinations
Thomas McGee and Nurse Charlotte Sorrowfeld
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Thomas "Shifty" McGee was feeling rather light footed that day. The tour that he had given the astonishing Kristin Cream had been uplifting. The only person that had ever made him feel the way he felt at that moment was his current paramour, Lucy Black. Both women were energetic, cheerful and amazingly kind. While the two didn't always seem to have all their screws fully tightened, they were scarily insightful at times. It also didn't help that both women were ravishingly beautiful.
Sighing to himself, the Junior Undertaker focused on his current task: Staying away from Nurse Sorrowfeld.
It was that time of year once again, time for his annual physical that would clear him to play in any of the sports programs of his choosing. Though he had thought to simply quit sports entirely, his girlfriend had convinced him otherwise.
"If you quit now, people are always going to remember you as the man who lost the homecoming game against Roosevelt Academy. It's not something that you're going to want to carry around with you for the rest of your time in High School." Lucy had told him wisely during a picnic, "besides, I could never be seen as dating a guy like that."
That was how Lucy was though. She always tempered her insights with a bit of humor just to throw Thomas off. After the physical exam was over, Thomas planned on taking Lucy out to dinner, perhaps someplace in the city where no one really knew them. But he'd first have to keep Nurse Sorrowfeld from checking his prostate.
"Nurse Sorrowfeld, I'm pretty sure that a prostate exam was not part of the physical exam last year." Thomas said as he placed himself behind a table in the dining area of the cafeteria.
"Well, Mister McGee. Since I'm now in charge of the health for this school, a full physical examination of all student athletes is necessary to ensure that they won't suffer any crippling and debilitating injuries." The Nurse said as she displayed her gloved hand.
"That doesn't even made sense! How will checking my prostate ensure that I won't get injured?!" The younger of the McGee brothers exclaimed in a voice that bordered on whining. Looking around for another escape route, Thomas noticed a bulky looking figure enter the cafeteria.
"Eddie?" Thomas said as he forgot that he was running from the Nurse. Something in Eddie's expression told him that there was something seriously wrong. Nurse Sorrowfeld halted as well. The phone in her office was ringing. There were very few people who knew that she was on campus at that time, one of them being her daughter, Constance.
"We're not done yet, Mister McGee." Charlotte Sorrowfeld said as she slinked off to her office.
"Eddie, what's wrong?" Thomas asked his friend as he closed the gap between them.
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Wild Wastelands High School | Upper Springvale Residential Area
An Offer Drake Can't Refuse
Mercy O' Hare
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"Daaaaaaddy! I'm hoooooooome!" Mercy called out as they entered the inconspicuous looking home that belonged to the O'Hare family. From the outside, the home looked like the average home that one would find anywhere in the Springvale area. The interior of the house was a totally different story. Extravagant and decadent were a couple of adjectives that would have semi-adequately described the home's interior. Scary and intimidating would have been a couple more adjectives that would have semi-adequately descried the no necked, sun glassed goons that stood in the corner of each room.
"Princess!" A bombastic voice called out from the top of the stairs. A man dressed in a sharp looking business suit scampered quickly down the stairs to greet his beloved daughter, "Ay, where's that sister of yours?"
"You know where Tessa went, Daddy." Mercy said cheerfully as she gave her father a hug, "Besides, you're being rude. I want you to meet my new friend, Drake. Drake, this is my Daddy, Eugene O'Hare."
If that name didn't strike some memory inside of Drake's mind, here's a quick hint. Eugene O'Hare was also known as Eugene the Machine in certain circles that would place you in cement shoes if you even breathed a word of their name. He was the type of guy that you went to for favors when you were down and out. He was the type of guy that would put a horse's head in your bed if you pissed him off. He was also the type of guy you really didn't disagree with just in case he decided that you would look better with a Colombian Necktie. In short, neither Eugene the Machine or his organization and his many reputedly legitimate businesses were the sort of people that you wanted to get on the bad side of.
"Friend? Boyfriend? Boy! Getta loada this! Mercy's brought herself home a man!" Mister the Machine said cheerfully at the gorillas surrounding the perimeter.
"Oh really!"
"That's awesome, Little Miss Mercy!"
"I'm so happy for her!"
"What a lucky guy!"
That was the general consensus with the San-Necks Club.
"No, no, no, Daddy. He's just a friend!" Mercy said calmly, though inside she knew it really wouldn't make a difference. Once Daddy made up his mind, it was fact.
"Yeah yeah, sweetie, he's your boyfriend. I totally understand. This calls for a celebration boys." Eugene called out as phone calls were made and Missus O'Hare was made aware that her baby girl was all growns up.
"Now sweetie pie, you mom's gonna go get you dressed for the party. Let me have a word with Drake here, okay?" Mister I can Bench Press 20 Drakes said as he wrapped his arm around Drake's shoulders.
"But Daddy, you're not listening to me! He's not by boyfriend." Mercy said, her voice straining to get louder, causing Beefcake O'Hare to stop.
"Wait wait wait. You're saying that this boy isn't your boyfriend? You're saying that he doesn't want to be your boyfriend? What are you trying to say here, sweetie?" Mister O'Hare asked before turning to Drake, "So, Drake, what's going on here. Are you trying to take advantage of my daughter? Are you going to have her bring you home to meet me so that you can get my blessing to date my daughter and then have your way with her? Is that the type of guy you are, Drake?"
"But Daddy, he saved me from rolling down a hill and getting plowed by some innocent driver." The Mobster Princess countered.
"A likely story, pumpkin. He could have set the whole thing up as a way to infiltrate the family. What is it Drake, are you a rat, a lech or are you my daughter's new boyfriend?"
