Wild Wastelands High School (A Wild Wastelands Spin Off) - (Game Thread | Started | Closed)

Generic NPC 22 · Sep 1, 2015

[HEADING=2][color]Wild Wastelands High School[/color][/HEADING]

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"War, War never changes..."

"Man, that is the most cliche opening ever! Can't you start it with something else? Like you start out in a bar?" Enclave Heavy Weapons Specialist #209 stated in an annoyed tone that was loud enough to wake the man slumbering in a seat just a few tables over.

The eyes that belonged to Jonathan Aristotle McKenna opened at the sound of these words. A small pool of liquid had formed under his right cheek. After a moment, he managed to lift his tired head, the Sad Sack's eyes focused on a blue haired and busty waitress, one that didn't look like one of the Sylphys or the original Sylphee, as she passed by, wiping away the small puddle of drool that had formed while the Former Enclave Weapons Designer had been asleep. The woman delivered a stunning smile before moving on to the task of ... serving drinks? Where was he? Didn't he have a meeting with the principal soon?

Shaking his head of the grogginess still coiled around his brain, he surveyed his surroundings.

He appeared to be in a Pub of some sort. From the various bottles of liquor stocked behind a weathered bar, that much was obvious. What was strange was the posters that advertised a number of exhibits at the Natural History Museum. Since when did the Natural History Museum have a Pub?

The sound of dice clattering against a wooden table caught ther Jonathan's attention as he noticed six armored figures sitting around a table. While three were clad in matte black armor, the other three were dressed in silver. Strewn across the table were a number of sheets of paper and a number of multisided dice.

"Power armor?" The man thought to himself even as his mind attempted to reconcile the fact that there were men wearing power armor, playing a role playing game in the Natural History Museum.

"Man, why are you rolling?" Asked one of the men in the Silver Power Armor.

"I'm rolling to see if I get drunk!" announced Enclave Dominator #209... Jonathan thought his name was... Ed?

The confusion was only heightened as he looked around the room, identifying the other people who were milling about. A man and a woman were dancing in time to a song. The man who towered over the woman looked like he was dressed for a funeral while the woman was dressed in a manner that suggested that she was about to take out a whole battalion of Chinese Soldiers. Again, Jonathan's mind struggled against this reality. There was a striking familiarity surrounding the two. Shouldn't the woman have been dressed in cheerleader's clothing? Why was she wearing an eye patch? Why did Thomas look so old?

More noises... more clattering... more people... more confusion...

"Sylphy." The singular name caught the dreamer's attention as he witnessed a small procession of blue haired girls passing an altar... an altar with boxes of BlamCo Mac n' Cheese on it? As the clones passed the altar, each of the identical blue haired girls dipped their fingers into a vat of orange goo and pressed the finger to their lips before making a vertical line down to their stomach, then a curve to their heart and then one back up to their lips, creating the letter B.

"The Smith...ford girl? Sylphy?" The surname came immediately to Jonathan's mind started to reject the reality that he found himself in.

Another noise, an alarm... It caught the attention of everyone in the room as they all stood up and grabbed their weapons. The Science Teacher for Springvale High School noticed a woman, at least he thought she was a woman, grabbing a large and deadly looking Light Machine Gun. Her skin had been ravaged by some sort of heat... or nuclear radiation. She grabbed a number of small Micro Fusion Cells and tossed them to a woman, her face covered by a smooth face mask that displayed a grim looking emoticon.

"Amanda Butcher? What happened to you?!" Jonathan tried ask as the two women exited the pub, leaving the Teacher alone except for the two Pub employees.

"Aren't you going to follow?" The Bartender, a man with hair the color close to pink asked. Looking at the man for a moment, Jon did as was suggested and exited the building and into the depths of hell.

This wasn't home. This wasn't home. This wasn't home. This couldn't be home... but it was.

The ~~Former Enclave Weapons Designer~~ Divorced Teacher recognized a version of the Washington Monument that wasn't quite the Washington Monument. A series of jury rigged antennas had been mounted to the dilapidated structure. The white coating that used to gleam in the sunlight was cracked and had been covered by a layer of dust. Everything looked dead... like a Wasteland. From the top of the Monument, a number of Brotherhood of Steel Soldiers launched rockets into the air.

Tracking the course of the rockets, Jonathan Aristotle McKenna spotted a large group of airships hovering over the ruined Lincoln Memorial. Chinese characters could be seen painted on the side of the airship.

"For BlamCo!!" A woman's voice called out. Jon recognized the silhouette of Springvale Academy's Lunch Lady, Kristin. Dressed up in Leather Armor, she held a massive sword that looked like it had been made out of a car bumper. Jonathan attempted to call out to her even as a bomb fell from the skies and exploded near him.

The explosion knocked the School Teacher to the ground, bringing with it the taste of blood into his mouth. Looking down, McKenna saw the horrorible wound that the Chinese bombing run had caused. The man opened his mouth to scream even as the sound of a guitar drowned them out. A man whose skin was equally as ravaged by radiation as Amanda's played his guitar while Washington D.C. burned.

The silhouette of a woman blotted out the world. Reaching up towards Enclave Intelligence Officer #411...no... Nurse Sorrowfeld... the world disappeared as she whispered these words...

"War, War never..."

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"WAR NEVER CHANGES! ESPECIALLY IF YOU HELP KICK THOSE YELLOW SKINNED SLANTIES OUT OF ALASKA! COME TO THE NEW SPRINGVALE SIM-CADE! RELIVE THE UNITED STATES VICTORY OVER THOSE SLANTY COMMIES!!!" The commercial blared over the radio. Looking out the window, the Dreamer saw the majestically white Washington Monument in the distance.

"It was all a dream." Jonathan thought to himself as he placed his hand on his stomach, wincing at the phantom pain still felt.

Looking at the alarm clock nearby, Jonathan realized that he was late to his meeting with Principal Smithford.

Generic NPC 22 · Sep 1, 2015

[HEADING=2]Rules:[/HEADING]

As usual, the Escapist Code of Conduct should be considered when planning out your posts. Additionally, please reference the Escapist Role Playing and You guide.

Other than the above listed suggestions, there are very few rules that have been set for the Wild Wastelands High School Role Play. Please consider the rule(s) listed below when posting. This list will change as needed to reflect changed in the Role Play.

General Rules:
Player vs. Player: When engaging in PvP, please work out how the fight will progress with the other player. If the players cannot reach an agreement, the GMs will step in as needed.

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[HEADING=2]Factions:[/HEADING]

Just like any other high school anywhere else in the world, Springvale High does have its cliques. Below is a list of the more prominent factions.

School Cliques:
Greasers:
The In-Crowd
Jocks:
NEEERDS!!!:
Outcasts:

Non-School Cliques:
Communist Pinkos:
Deviants:

Non-Student Factions:
Corporate:
Military:

Generic NPC 22 · Sep 1, 2015

[HEADING=2]Locations:[/HEADING]

Players are not limited to the locations in the following list. As the story of Wild Wastelands High School progresses, this list will be expanded and edited to reflect new locations, faction preference and rumors. Except for Vault 101 and the Vault 101 Internment camp, any faction is free to enter any establishment.[hr]

Upper Springvale Residential Neighborhood said:
Faction Preference: The In-Crowd
If you can make a tidy amount of money from whatever it is that you do during the day, consider moving to the Upper Springvale Residential Neighborhood. Designed for those who value terms like Convenience, Expansive and Elegant, this area is home to a melting pot of corporate talent, business owners and money.

Please note that war time water rationing does not apply to this area.

Slasher's Hunting Ground: It seems that someone got a case of the MURDERS! Lucy Black, captain of the cheer leading squad and all around cutie-patootie has had a run in with the Pint Sized Slasher. Be careful kids. You never know what's around the corner waiting for you.

Lower Springvale Residential Neighborhood said:
Faction Preference: The Outcasts
If you're thinking, self, I just need a roof over my head to be happy, then the Lower Springvale Residential Neighborhood is the right place for you what with its affordable housing and less stringent Home Owners Association. If you're someone who works on the factory floor for Nuka Cola and Chrylus and want a slice of the Springvale pie, this is right up your alley.

Chinese Whispers: Seems that the shadows have been talking... in Chinese no less.

Springvale Supply said:
Faction Preference: NEEERDS!!!
Run by the venerable Moira Brown and her father, Springvale supply is Springvale's alternative to the Super Duper Mart chain of Super Markets. Handling personal orders and consignment, their inventory is ever expanding and might include a few custom inventions of Moira's. Don't let her chipper attitude scare you, she's one of the shining beacons of Springvale.

Aspiring Inventory: Moira Brown is up to something. She's been making large purchased of raw metal and fuel cells. She's also been pulling more than a few all-nighters.

Moriarty's Malt Shop said:
Factions: Deviants, The In-Crowd, Jocks
An essential destination for your children and teenagers, Moriarty's Malt Shop is run by Colin Moriarty and his staff. Mister Moriarty is a shrewd business man and has become something of a self made man in Springvale. Nova Novachek, a recent transplant to Springvale and Gobtholemew "Gob" Ford are a few of the friendly faces that will serve you or your children the best sweets and shakes Springvale has to offer.

Criminal Enterprise: It's said that Colin Moriarty knows where to get his hands on more chems than you can find in your parents' medicine cabinets, more weapons than you can find in Fort Knox and more contraband than you can find in the Principal's office. All of this can be yours for the right price! His source of goods isn't quite known...

Vault 101 said:
Factions: Corporate (Vault-Tec), Military
Scheduled for completion in less than 5 years, the future site of vault 101 should be avoided by those without a role in completing the 101st Vault-Tec Vault. Many of your have opted to move to Springvale because of its proximity to the Vault and we assure you that we are working with Vault-Tec to open up tours of the facility for their current and future customers.

None

Vault 101 Internment Camp said:
Factions: Communist Pinkos, Military, Outcasts
I know that with the outbreak of hostilities between our great country and those Communist Heathens in China, many of you have your concerns about the Chinese populace that reside within the District of Columbia. Never fear, working with the Federal Government, we have relocated many of potential Chinese spies to an internment camp where they will assist in the building of Vault 101. Please avoid any contact with the residents of the camp. You never know if any of those Commie Bastards could be a spy.

None

Springvale High School said:
Factions: Greasers, The In-Crowd, Jocks, NEEERDS!!!, Outcasts, Teachers
Located on the outskirts of Springvale, Springvale High is home to the Fighting Hawk Wasps. This school is located within close proximity to Springvale and offers an academic program that is on par with Roosevelt Academy (coincidentally the rival of Springvale High). Some of you may notice the school's more novel circular design with its high walls. This is because the school has been designated as Springvale's primary shelter facility should a calamity befall the town before the completion of Vault 101.

For those of you who feel that Roosevelt Academy is more in touch with your economic or political standing, you will find that established Metro routes make the commute quite short.

BlamCo's Ambitions: More than a few students have noticed the the School's food is mainly supplied by BlamCo. Even if that's the case, there seem to have been way too many BlamCo delivery trucks coming in and out of the school grounds than would be warranted for food deliveries. It's also said that the school's walls aren't designed to protect the students, it's to keep people from seeing what BlamCo is doing.

Generic NPC 22 · Sep 1, 2015

[HEADING=2]NPC List[/HEADING]

Teachers and Staff:
Principal Gary Smithford
Nurse Charlotte Sorrowfeld

[user]RipVanTinkle[/user]:

Name: Kristin Cream
Age: 25
Ethnicity: Caucasian
Grade and/or Occupation (If School Staff): Nourishment Technician AKA Lunch Lady!

Physical Characteristics:

Eye Color: Hazel

Hair Color and Style: Golden blonde hair, shoulder length, semi-straight and styled into elegant curls. Often tied up into a messy bun while working.

Height: 6'1/185.5 cm

Weight: 54 kg/119 Pounds

Description: Sporting a pair of fashionable black reading glasses, a form-fitting white summer dress, complemented by a black sun hat and finally ending with cute black ankle boots. Kristin holds herself in a graceful manner, often unconsciously posing in a photogenic manner.

Tall, attractive, proud to a fault, and (if you can avert your gaze from her magnificent chest) endearingly eccentric. Kristin takes immense pride in her work and can be found donning an apron and a silly chef hat.

Personality:

Former lingerie model turned reality tv star turned junior chef! Kristin is a person of passion, ambition and haughty pride!

At the height of her modelling career, Kristin, with a love for culinary art and baking delicious treats, decided to use her popularity as a stepping stone in order to enter the public eye. At the time, the largest reality television show was hosted by none other than the BlamCo Corporation, leaders in cheese technology that held a monopoly over the dairy industry as a whole. Being sponsored by BlamCo was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, so Kristin entered the "So You Think You Can Bake, Huh!?" competition. After a gruelling 7-day challenge that whittled down the competition from 50 contestants down to 2 finalists, Kristin's final dish dubbed "The BlamCo Bee Sting" scored a whopping 98.2 %. Unfortunately her competitor had scored 98.4 %. This would simply not do! Not in Kristin's eyes! Recognising her culinary efforts, BlamCo was kind enough to offer a consolation prize: an internship as a Junior BlamCo Chef! Bah!

Initially, Kristin requested time to think about the offer. A second place prize was far too insulting. Upon returning to her modelling agency after taking a month's worth of vacation to clear her head, she was devastated to discover that her modelling agency would no longer accept her anymore. Apparently, she had failed to pass her monthly requirement check: Due to her irregular diet during the competition, she weighed 54kg, instead of 53kg...a full kilogram over the requirements for the lingerie department. This could only mean one thing! Interference from the Agents of BlamCo!

To add more fuel to the corruption scheme, the following day her former competitor had "Accidentally tripped on a rolling pin and turned into a puddle of plasma goo in his workplace. Somehow." - according to BlamCo officials over the news. She was contacted by BlamCo shortly afterwards, following up on her final decision to join the workforce or not.

Her work was flawless and clearly BlamCo was corrupted by outside forces, or heaven forbid, they were corrupted themselves! Second place had not crushed her spirits as one would think, instead it had forged an impenetrable shield of willpower and drive to prove them wrong! Her motivation had changed when she was not recognised as the absolute best: She would join the ranks of BlamCo. Become BlamCo. ONLY TO CRUSH THE SOURCE OF THEIR CORRUPTION UNDER HER HEEL WHEN SHE ULTIMATELY REIGNED AS THEIR QUEEN! There was no possible way that her work could be considered "second place" material!

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Obvious corruption aside...

There is one thing bigger than her boobs: Her love for cooking, socialising with students and filling in for various volunteer roles throughout the schools. She preferred to keep busy. Inexplicably popular amongst the boys while receiving something of a disgruntled reaction from females, the well-known former-lingerie-model-turned-junior-chef has her sights set on the more nefarious activities going on at Springvale High. Still, there was no reason that she couldn't enjoy her time there...

Due to her distrust of anything associated with BlamCo. Kristin refused to live in a house. As they were built with bricks...with contained the letter "B", an obvious BlamCo ploy to ensnare the masses in concrete cells disguised as houses. Kristin instead ops to live in a somewhat spacious caravan outside of the school.

Equipment:
- Abundance of personal clothing and styling products.
- Apron & Chef Hat.
- Often found carrying her own trusted assortment of cutlery.
- "Mini-Microwave Version 0.87": for small instant snacks.
- A luxurious caravan: Perfect for a model-on-the-go!

Traits:

Paranoia Paradise - "You see signs, symbols and omens everywhere! Is it all in your head? Are you actually on to something? A paranoid individual gains a boost to Perception with a penalty to Intelligence! Values intensify as the delusions get stronger."

Sex Appeal - "You've got the 'right' stuff. Members of the opposite sex are attracted to you, but those of the same sex tend to become quite jealous. With a few exceptions."

Perks:

Princess - "Your beauty isn't just for show! As a Princess, you tend to inspire or make others feels privileged simply by associating with them. You gain a natural boost to Reputation/Notoriety depending on the crowd. (You can't please everyone)"

Eccentric Egg Logic - "You...say the strangest things sometimes. Oddly enough, there is a nugget of wisdom for others in your strange logic and weird observations. You, oddly, gain a boost to charisma when rambling about nonsense."

Bosomy Baker - "You make wonderful meals with rudimentary ingredients while looking good in the process. You gain a boost to Charisma, but a penalty to Perception since your focus is solely on preparing the food and nothing else."

SPECIAL(Optional):
Strength: 4
Perception: 7
Endurance: 6
Charisma: 8
Intelligence: 6
Agility: 7
Luck: 2

Students:
Edward "#209" Aubergine
Henry "Thomas' Asshole Older Brother" McGee
Thomas "Shifty" McGee
Victor "Tombstone" McGee
Victoria "Shiver" McGee
Mercy "Glasses" O'Hare
The Smithford Dectuplets (Sylph(ee), Sunny, Stephy, Sherry, Shelley, Sydney, Shirley, Suzy, Sally and Sophy)
Constance "The Loli-Taku" Sorrowfeld

[user]RipVanTinkle[/user]:

Name: Lucy Black
Age: 18
Ethnicity: Isn't that, like, racist or something? Whatevs, I'm like totally white. Ugh! "Caucasian". Isn't that, also like, not true. I'm not chinese. These questions suck...
Grade and/or Occupation (If School Staff): Senior, duh!

Physical Characteristic:
Eye Color: They say the eyes are the windows to the soul. My eyes are blue, like the ocean you know? So I'm all deep and stuff.
Hair Color and Style: Long, straight blonde hair tied into twintails.
Height: 5'11/180 cm
Weight: (umm, rude!) 118 pounds/53 kg

Description: HBIC - Head ***** In Charge.

Tall, athletic, attractive, dextrous, joyous, gossipy and spoiled - you guessed it! Lucy Black is Springvale High's Head Cheerleader! (Wooo!) Due to her rigorous training, Lucy is noted for being quite athletic and dextrous (It's written here twice because she wrote it twice on her application form). Her good looks and penchant for ~~manipulation~~ charming others with her winning personality has made Lucy a rising star amongst the school.

Personality:

Born as an only child, Lucy knew no voice or opinion but her own and it was from a young age that she discovered that with enough kicking and screaming, you could have your way. Of course, she was too mature to stamp her foot or anything, but that doesn't mean that screaming has to be eliminated. Daddy, being a busy businessman, Isaac Black, working for a company still unknown to this day, had left his little princess in the care of several housekeepers. On the rare occasions where he would take his holiday break for the year, his daughter had grown up without him, without knowing how to effectively communicate with his daughter --- he spoiled her and gave in to every single whim. Lucy Black grew up content, happy & materialistically fulfilled.

This happiness, however, didn't stop short at herself though. Everyone had to know about how good her life is. At first, people attempted to discredit her, but the fact that Lucy could flaunt her money/strict diet/pampered lifestyle & an army of personal trainers meant that her ego was quite possibly the largest aspect of her personality --- second to her breasts of course.

Being the envy and adoration of every other girl that had sought validation through others, Lucy quickly discovered that the only thing more interesting than how good she looked in practically every outfit, were the lives of other people. Being at the center of attention and at the height of popularity, Lucy had access to the school's entire information network: gossip. (For example, I hear that Tessa girl has a little sister. Like why? She could have just given her away and bought clothes with real colors!)

Seemingly vapid and selfish, the Spoiled Princess knows something about everyone. Even if you're new, it won't be long until the queen bee knows who you are and what you're about, whether you have something she needs or if you are worth talking to. There is a place in her heart (somewhere) where she genuinely cares --- and that's her cheerleading team: The Springvale Sylphee's! (The name had undergone many changes due to the indecisive nature of the sisters short two eggs of a dozen. Besides, Lucy had a favorite) (Woo!). And also her oh-so-totally-hot-boyfriend-who-has-this-I-am-so-deep-and-misunderstood-thing-going-for-him. And he's on the football team! (Woo!)

Totally intending on marrying Thomas and like moving into a mansion with her cheerleading sisters, add part-time lingerie modelling and Lucy had secured a future career for herself.

Life was pretty much settled.
Nothing could go wrong.

Equipment:

- Good looks
- Daddy's money
- Daddy's car
- ~~Gossip~~ Endless supply of information

Traits:

Sex Appeal - "You've got the "right" stuff. Members of the opposite sex are attracted to you, but those of the same sex tend to become quite jealous."
Fast Metabolism - "Your metabolic rate is twice normal. This means that you are much less resistant to radiation and poison, but your body heals faster."

Perks:

Gossip Girl - "You are the first to hear the news and twist the story. As such, you are skilled at using your status as a platform for manipulation on a grand scale."
Center Of Attention - "You don't have friends. You don't even have a fanclub. You have a cult that worships you. If any damage is inflicted upon you, you can count on your legion of dedicated followers to back you up."
Legs of Steel, Boobs of Jelly - "You're an acrobat, you're a model...can't decide? Fine, you're a cheerleader! You have gained an enormous reputation! Whether this is a bonus or a penalty remains to be seen."
Airhead - "Life is a concept you are only vaguely familiar with. Oh come on, it's not all bad, it just means that you are untroubled by the complexities of life! Eat that box of BlamCo's Mac & Cheese -- you won't care in 3 seconds anyway."

SPECIAL(Optional):
Strength: 3
Perception: 3
Endurance: 7
Charisma: 10
Intelligence: 2
Agility: 7
Luck: 8

Name: Tessa "Rabbit" O'Hare
Age: 18
Ethnicity: Irish/American
Grade and/or Occupation (If School Staff): Senior/Grade 12

Physical Characteristics:

Eye Color: Dark Brown

Hair Color and Style: Straight, shoulder-length hair. Dyed-black with prominent red highlights. Worn in an asymmetrical fashion, Loosely clipped behind one ear while concealing her left eye.

Height: 5'9/175 cm

Weight: 125 pounds/57 kg

Description:

Tessa would very much fall into the "goth girl" label if appearances were any indication, so every inch of her disposition is geared towards giving off an air of someone that is not to be trifled with. With a hypocritical hatred for rules & regulations, Tessa's appearance is...deliberately aggressive, to say the least, especially with heavily tattooed arms and a lip-ring on proud display. Tessa looks like a teacher's worst nightmare and a delinquent through-and-through.

Clearly not one for rules (Yet rarely punished for her lighter indiscretions), Tessa's uniform is in complete disarray: Shirt untucked/rolled-up sleeves/black choker adorning her neck/studded leather armbands and knee-high black leather boots. One of the few personal touches of femininity that Tessa would allow is the light use of black eyeliner & red lipstick. (Although the infrequent use of lipstick serves a purpose beyond merely that of being a cosmetic choice. It's a signal to those that she is taking requests for acquisitions service.)

With a pale skin tone and a sharp gaze, Tessa's appearance inspires curiosity/uncertainty in others. While being easily recognisable, every aspect of her appearance is designed to give off a message. Who are those messages for? We'll get there in a moment...

Personality:
"If you're talking, you aren't paying attention."

Lets get to the point:

Tessa is a leader among thieves. Extortionist. Con-woman. Fraud.
And as such, Tessa runs an "acquisitions service" for the right price. The prices varies according to the order, but payment can be monetary or a slew of favors. Those that are under Tessa's thumb are in that position because of their considerable debt owed to her.

Despite the loud appearance, Tessa is actually a rather reserved individual, preferring to observe others from afar. However, this being school, interaction with others will be inevitable. Valuing loyalty & trust among the few that are close to her, Tessa knows that her notoriety is a weapon to be used, and this is one particular blade that she swings well. Frequently flitting between social groups, sometimes without even talking to the people (or leaving someone under her thumb to report back to her), Tessa is always on the lookout for business opportunities/new angles to work.

In spite of all that, she does show a softer side to victims of abuse. And in those rare moments an ex-boyfriend or a terrible friend will receive a taste of their own medicine. Not without a moral compass, Tessa judges rather harshly whether or not to take on a particular job, the request may backfire on the former customer if the request goes against her own particular set of rules:

- No chems.
- Fear is a greater tool than bloodshed.
- We're thieves, not bullies.
- There is honor among thieves.

Tessa is sarcastic, calm & collected among friends. Prone to nicknaming her own heists/techniques, even they can't help but groan whenever she proudly delves into a detailed explanation of the plan.

Outside of school, Tessa is either holed up in her room busy reading or blasting the metal music. Although she severely dislikes being at home, she is more prone to attending music gigs or staying out late with one or two friends.

Brief History:

A shattered teacup may be glued back together, but it will never quite be the same.
That's how Tessa felt after her parents got divorced at a young age. Their divorce was sparked by the pressure of having a second child, Mercy, Tessa's younger sister. During their separation, Tessa fell into her neglectful father's custody. It wasn't long before Tessa started acting out, amplified each time by the mother's increasing distance. It came as a greater shock when the parents had remarried, in a desperate attempt to bring the family back together. Too little too late...

Narrowly avoiding juvenile detention, Tessa decided to be rethink and redirect her frustrations. If life was taking from her, well she was sure as shit going bite back. Besides, there were smarter ways to put her talents to use...

Equipment:

- Bobby pins (worn in her hair, clipped onto her skirt) & lockpick set.
- Switchblade, hidden in her boot. Brass knuckles propped inside a thigh-holster hidden under her skirt.
- Modified schoolbag. False bottom, hidden compartments, you name it...
- Books, often comic books, to keep herself entertained during her downtime. She's quite the avid reader.

Traits:

Quiet & Reserved - "People find it tough to get to know you. Maybe people think you worship Dairy or perhaps you don't look as cool as you think you do while wearing an eyepatch. Regardless! People have trouble approaching you, but hey, those that stick around are greeted with your immense loyalty."

Perks:

Master Thief - "A Master Thief has a one-time bonus of +10% to the Sneak, Lockpick, Steal and Traps skills. Rob from the rich, and give to you."

Pickpocketing, mini-heists, gaining sensitive information to use as leverage over someone else --- Tessa prefers to combine a tactical approach to her more practical skillset, making her something of a mentor to other delinquents, while also solidifying her status as an acquisitions specialist.

Notorious - "Inspire fear, forge respect, get a gang, make enemies --- your name is out there now! A Notorious individual gains a large Reputation Boost/Penalty to the initial reaction of another person."

Tessa's status as an "honorable" thief tends to receive something of a mixed reception. Most openly avoid her, some view her as something of an anti-hero vigilante, others tolerate her until they have gotten what they wanted, hilariously there are those that attempt to defy her.

Untouchable - "Two wrongs don't make a right, but it gets the job done. The Untouchable is the guy-behind-the-guy-behind-the-guy using unorthodox methods to fix a problem. Receives a boost to Luck & Charisma but receives a Reputation Penalty to targets & Bonus to those that benefit from the act."

With a soft spot for those in trouble, Tessa is the bully who bullies the bullies. It's rare for Tessa to directly get involved in any sort of schoolyard conflict, but the third-party people involved that put an end to the conflict can always be traced back to Tessa. She might make a few friends, but she gains a greater amount of enemies.

SPECIAL(Optional):
Strength: 3
Perception: 8
Endurance: 3
Charisma: 4
Intelligence: 7
Agility: 7
Luck: 8

Generic NPC 22 · Sep 1, 2015

[HEADING=2]Staff:[/HEADING]

Teacher and Staff directory for Springvale Highschool. Please use this list responsibly. Any student found in posession of this list will be subject to immediate disciplinary action.[hr]
[user]CrystalShadow[/user]:

Name: Lillith (Lilly) Watkins
Age: 27
Ethnicity: caucasian (English)
Grade and/or Occupation (If School Staff): Math Teacher

Physical Characteristics:
Eye Color: Green
Hair Color and Style: Blonde, With a long, thick, french braid.
Height: 171 cm / 5'7"
Weight: 57 kg / 125 pounds

Description:
Lillith is a very attractive slender woman with very pale skin, pale green eyes, and very delicate features.
She has thick, pale blonde hair, almost always worn in an immaculate french braid that reaches down to just below her breasts.

Though very delicate by comparison, the resemblance to her older brother Adrian is quite strong.

She wears stylish, but rather casual clothing most of the time, which, though looking as though they may have just been thrown together carelessly,
have actually been chosen with great care to project a very specific kind of image and message to anyone that sees her.

Personality:
Lilly lights up the room wherever she goes, and positively oozes an irresistable, almost overwhelming charm.
She is however, a clumsy, absentminded, easily distracted ditz.

That is, if she isn't concentrating. When you have her full attention, she becomes a different person entirely, and it's hard not to notice her brilliance and intellect.
She can become rather obsessed with certain things at times. Often complex mathematical puzzles or unsolved problems and proofs.

Having only recently moved from England, she speaks in a very posh british accent, far stronger than that of her brother.

Aside from a teaching degree, she has a PHD in advanced mathematics, with several honours, and has solved some particularly tricky problems, written a few famous papers, and is generally notorious for her mathematical genius.

Though having a doctorate, she doesn't tend to like it when people refer to her as doctor, or professor, finding it overly formal and strange.
She especially doesn't like it when her high-school students refer to her that way...

She could've done nearly anything she wanted with that, but instead, she chose to teach high school math classes, because she wanted to share her passion for mathematics with the younger generations as far as she could.
That isn't to say she is nessesarily good at actually teaching the subject. Her intuitive grasp of it can make it difficult for her to see why the students aren't able to comprehend it, and she often diverts into tangents, raving passionately about some mathematical concept way too advanced for even her brightest students.

Even so, her passion is infectious, and it is a rare thing for a student to come out of her class without having at least absorbed a tiny bit of her passion for mathematics.

As Adrian's baby sister, they are surprisingly close, and she is one of the few people capable of accurately reading his very subtle expressions, having an almost intuitive sense of how he's feeling.

When she decided to become a teacher she abruptly decided to move into his house, without so much as warning him beforehand. He sighed, but just took it in his stride.
Besides, she had pretty soon convinced him Ayana could do with a more... Emotionally supportive figure in the household, providing her with support that her father clearly wasn't able to.

Lillith also happens to be a lesbian. She is very open about her passion for other women, sometimes to the point that it can get a little out of hand, and negatively influence her behaviour. Subtly hostile to men, and overly friendly and openly flirty with women even when it could be seen as somewhat innapropriate.
Her hostility towards men however is largely subliminal, and not overt. She isn't aware of it, they probably also aren't consciously aware of it, but it shows nonetheless.

She finds Ayana completely adorable, and often pesters and annoys her with oddly fawning, babyish, cuddly behaviour.

Though it never quite crosses the line, To some it seems that Lilly might have a slightly unhealthy, questionable interest in her little niece.
Even Adrian has noticed it, and while he suspects Lilly's interest in Ayana might not be entirely platonic, he knows his sister very well, and trusts that she would never do anything untoward to his daughter.

She has recently taken up a position as math teacher at Springvale High, and is looking forward to sharing her passion with the students.

Equipment:
- notebook - You're always working on some crazy problem or another. You're rarely seen without some kind of notebook full of advanced mathematical proofs and theorems.
- petbot - A small robot pet. Possibly of Japanese origin, possibly not. It is an ambiguous quadruped design, looking sort of like a cat or dog, but not really resembling anything in particular. Cute, but not very clever.
- portable terminal - Advanced, but with a rather old-fashioned style. It's simply a small computer terminal that can easily be carried around.
- kinetic puzzle - An odd device, it is a small puzzle whose solution depends on a very complex mathematical concept. A favourite of her puzzle collection that she frequently carries with her.

Perks/Traits (Existing or Custom Accepted):

Traits:

Charm Offensive: You have such a strong, charming, distracting and irresistible presence, you've managed to weaponise it! You can charm individuals, groups, even animals. Anyone swayed by your charms has a heavy penalty to all their actions. (the penalty for groups gets smaller the larger the group). However, if you take any hostile action against anyone under your influence, the effect is broken immediately. Additionally, you must be actively trying to charm them (and keep them under your charms), and it requires enough effort that you can do little more than walk calmly while doing it.

The Lovely Lilly Infatuation: You are strongly attracted to your own gender. The allure of the feminine is so strong it subtly influences everything you do.
Males have a slight penalty when interacting with you. (a much bigger one if they happen to be attracted to you). Conversely, you have a slight penalty when dealing with girls and women, and a large one when you are especially attracted to them.

perks:

A brilliant mind: You are an unrivalled mathematical genius, the likes of which are few and far between. You have an intuitive grasp of complex mathematics, and such insight that others can barely follow it.
You have a substantial bonus when working with anything that has a strong mathematical basis, no matter how complex it may be.

Absentminded: You can have such a strong, singular focus on whatever you are working on that you forget about everything around you. The ability to focus so single-mindedly on something may well make you better at performing that one specific task, but it blinds you to everything else. You get a bonus if you can manage to focus your attention on the task at hand, but a penalty to everything else. (It requires considerable effort to change your current focus, so this cannot be done for every little thing)

distracted ditz: If you aren't concentrating, you're easily distracted, clumsy, lose your chain of thought and jump around between different topics and interests in a maddeningly confusing haphazard way. Any random thing you experience could send you off on a new tangent, abruptly dropping what you had been on about mere moments before. It might seem adorable from a distance, but it's pretty infuriating to anyone trying to have a conversation with you. However, all those random associations and distractions are surprisingly inspiring, and being distracted by every little thing you see and hear does make you more aware of your surroundings. Unless you are concentrating, you have a slight penalty to charisma when someone tries to talk to you about a specific topic. However, you gain a slight bonus to perception, and may have sudden flashes of 'insight' into problems you just haven't been able to figure out.

Passionate teacher: You have so many degrees and honours you could've done anything. Instead, you teach high school students. Why? Because you love sharing knowledge, and the love of knowledge with anyone you can. When teaching or otherwise sharing a subject you are passionate about, your excitement is contagious. Even the biggest troublemakers start to pay attention, and people can start to get excited about learning topics they otherwise hate. You may not necessarily be good at explaining a subject, but you excel in getting people interested in it. Students pay more attention in your classes, and are less likely to cause trouble. They tend to become more determined to learn the subject you teach, even if it doesn't actually make them better at learning it. (they can make extra attempts to learn something, but get no bonuses to individual attempts)

desperate offers: You are so renowned for your expertise in your field, you are constantly getting offers, or even people begging you to do certain things. Whether it's job offers, requests to be a guest lecturer at a university, requests for assistance with challenging problems, you name it, they'll probably ask you for it. Sure, it can get annoying, but when they're that desperate, they'll pay you absurd amounts, honour crazy requests, and go well out of their way to make you happy. So long as you just agree to do what they ask of you.

SPECIAL(Optional):
Strength: 2
Perception: 2
Endurance: 4
Charisma: 10
Intelligence: 10
Agility: 3
Luck: 10

[user]Neuromancer[/user]:

Name: Jonathan Aristotle McKenna
Age: 46
Ethnicity: American
Grade and/or Occupation (If School Staff): Science Teacher

Physical Characteristics:
Eye Color: Brown
Hair Color and Style: Graying black hair pulled back, with a widow's peak
Height: 186 cm
Weight: 70kg
Description: Jonathan looks like a man way past his prime: Gaunt-faced, slim, and ever hunching forward, borderline malnourished, often with black circles under his eyes. One can't help but wonder how a man like him could ever teach a class.

But, when he enters the classroom, he's a different man. He stands straight, confident, with sharp eyes full of wisdom and an air of authority, commanding respect.

Jonathan's attire is formal, even out of class; Black vest with a red tie and a dress shirt, with the sleeves usually rolled all the way up to his elbows. When in public, he always wears a pair of black gloves.

Personality: If you were to ask the adult population of Springvale what Jonathan Aristotle McKenna is like, everyone, except perhaps for Isaac Black and a few choice others, would describe him as a nervous wreck. A reclusive, pitiful man that can barely make ends meet.

If, however, you were to ask the student population what he is like, everyone, except perhaps for certain good-for-nothing jock types, would say he is a most workable of teachers. Kind, understanding and undestandable, lax when he needs to be, but also stern when he feels his hand is forced.

Both accounts would, to some extend, be correct. Jonathan McKenna is a man that has been through a lot and is going through a lot, and it's often difficult for him not to collapse under the pressure. When he does, it's rarely pretty, though thankfully they don't last too long.

Jonathan takes his duties as a teacher with immense responsibility. When it comes to teaching, he has a way of pushing all of his baggage at the back of his head and focusing exclusively on his work, though there are times where his baggage may spill in. He takes the time to read through the folders of all the students he teaches, and pays attention to their maneurisms to switch up his methods to better suit their needs. In general, he likes to be involved with the students, especially those that are in his homeroom, and is more than willing to offer advice when asked for it, be it for school or not.

Equipment:
-A Pip-Boy 3000

-A leather bag filled with books, pens and other teaching apparel

-A hunting rifle, still functional, etched on the wall next to his bed.

-A pair of orange round sunglasses.

Perks/Traits (Existing or Custom Accepted):
Traits:

Mid-life Crisis! - You've grown old and weary! You get an Intelligence bonus and are wise enough to give good advice, but you crack quicker under pressure, and you often suffer breakdowns.

Neurotic Romancer - That divorce sure did a number on ya! You get a charisma penalty when it comes to the early stages of romance, but once you get to know that partner, that penalty becomes a bonus.

Perks

Spirited Teacher - Despite the meagre pay, you love your job! You get a large Charisma and Speech bonus when teaching, or talking about things you are interested in.

Beast Mode - Some buttons just shouldn't be pushed. There's a chance that you'll get a large boost to Strength, Endurance, Agility and DT during one of your breakdowns.

Lovable Sadsack - You are such a loser people just can't help but pity you! You get a bonus to other people's disposition of you, which increases the more miserable you look.

In Layman's Terms... - PV=NRT? E=MC[sup]2[/sup]? Keep it simple, stupid. When tutoring, you can describe complex terms simply, and your student ignores their Intelligence score when it comes to learning from you.

Empathetic - It's the gift that keeps on giving! You are adept at reading into other people's emotions, and get a Charisma bonus when it comes to making them open up.

SPECIAL(Optional):
Stength: 4
Perception: 9
Endurance: 6
Charisma: 7
Intelligence: 10
Agility: 3
Luck: 1

[user]ServebotFrank[/user]:

Name:Isaac Campbell
Age: 58
Ethnicity: Caucasian
Grade and/or Occupation (If School Staff): History Teacher

Physical Characteristic:

Eye Color: Green
Hair Color and Style: Mostly grey with hints of light blonde.
Height: 6'1
Weight: 185
Description: Isaac would be seen as imposing by all accounts. Serving in the military for over 40 years and eventually becoming a General, he was forced to retire after an unfortunate incident occurred under his watch. He still walks with a limp but most simply do not notice.

He has a strong masculine jaw and a crooked nose. Though his age is starting to show, his face appears rough and commanding. As if he simply ordered his body to not display weakness. While talking to subordinates (Students) he makes an effort to be the most important person in the room and to look like he towers above his students. To Teachers he adopts a more defensive stance to lay on a ruse of submission.

In school he wears black slacks, dress shoes, a grey buttoned shirt, and a black tie. Outside of school he dresses more casual, but barely, he just lacks the tie in favor of a black jacket. When reading anything he typically wears reading glasses.

Personality: Campbell is what would happen if an abusive parent had any power outside of the house. Throughout his military career he gained a reputation for expecting nothing less than perfection from his subordinates and that behavior has transferred to both his home life and his teaching career. Since a teacher's reputation is dependent on how well their students perform, he doesn't tolerate students who slack off during his class.

Though his children are relatively successful and owe their lively hoods to him, they all remain distant to him. The only person he ever showed anything other than contempt towards was his wife, Leslie. Her presence kept the children from cutting off contact from their parents altogether. When she was murdered during a robbery however, Campbell's behavior worsened and his children still possess lasting psychological trauma from his parenting.

During class he possesses contempt for any trouble makers and anything lower than a B is considered to be a failing grade by his standards. Any form of disruption is cause for immediate dismissal.

Equipment:

-A broken silver watch, an old present from his wife.

-A .357 magnum.

-Old issues of Conan the Barbarian, issue #1-20.

-Cuban cigars. Just recently banned.

Perks/Traits (Existing or Custom Accepted):

Traits:

Early Bird: Hey early risers! Enjoy a +2 to each of your SPECIAL attributes from 6 am to 12 pm, but suffer -1 from 6 pm to 6 am when you're not at your best.

Nepotist: It's amazing what you notice about people you don't like! Gain +1 Perception when talking to delinquents, but -2 when talking to Honor Students. (+2 to Perception from Early Bird does NOT negate the -2)

Perks:

Alertness: You've learned to keep your senses alert to any danger. When crouched and not moving you gain a +2 to your Perception attribute to help you find enemies before they find you.

Terrifying Presence: There's just something menacing about you. You love nothing more than scaring the folks around you!

Petty Grudges: Nothing's better than abusing your powers just to mess with a student who irked you once five months ago. You know how to best embarrass students in front of their peers.

Machiavellian: It is better to be feared than love! You get away with much more than you really should be allowed to.

SPECIAL(Optional):
Stength: 3
Perception: 7
Endurance: 2
Charisma: 8
Intelligence: 7
Agility: 2
Luck: 3

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[HEADING=2]Students:[/HEADING]

Archive of Student Transcripts. Please access these records responsibily. Students or staff found making unauthorized changes to these documents will be subject to immediate dismissal or expulsion. Students found in possession of these documents will be subject to disciplinary action.[hr]

[user]CrystalShadow[/user]:

Name: Ayana Watkins
Age: 14
Ethnicity: Mixed - Japanese / caucasian ((english) American )
Grade and/or Occupation (If School Staff): 9th grade / Freshman

Physical Characteristics:
Eye Color: Blue
Hair Color and Style: very long, black hair (it reaches at least the middle of her thighs), usually dyed purplish-red with pink streaks, and worn up in twintails
Height: 138 cm / 4'6"
Weight: 30 kg / 68 pounds

Description: Small even for someone as young as her, and exceptionally frail, Ayana is often ill.

Her often brightly coloured and very long hair, and generally cute appearance generally make her stand out in a crowd, even though she often tries to hide.
She would likely be considered very pretty if she didn't look so ill most of the time.

Her Japanese heritage is quite visible, dominating any white influence, and she is often regarded with suspicion as a result of people frequently assuming she is Chinese.
Her bright blue eyes are the only obvious clue to her mixed parentage.

She usually dresses in an unmodified standard school uniform, and generally obeys the dress code, though sometimes stretching the rules somewhat when it comes to hair accessories, often wearing excessively large, and cute ribbons, bows, hair pins, clips, or other more peculiar objects in her hair.

Outside of school she tends to wear a variety of skirts and dresses, most of which she brought with her from Japan.

Her childish nature and appearance is most visible in the cat doll she carries around almost everywhere, and the matching cat-ear backpack she usually has with her wherever she goes

Personality:
Ayana was born to a Japanese mother and American father, though they broke up when she was still little.
Up until recently, she lived with her mother in Japan, but her mother died unexpectedly, and much to her dismay, she was sent off to live with her father in America.

She had always been rather shy and withdrawn, but the combination of culture shock and trauma from losing her mother rather suddenly has made things considerably worse.

Her Father, Adrian Wilkins is in charge of a moderately sized international trading and shipping company. Though business has suffered as the number of international conflicts and resource wars have increased, the family is still quite a wealthy one.
Adrian does not have any housekeeping staff, though this is largely by choice rather than any financial reasons.
Adrian largely works at home, and his personal assistant, and various senior management staff of the company are frequent visitors to their house, though Ayana mostly ignores them.

The relationship between Ayana and Adrian is rather strained.
They never spent much time together, and barely know one another.
To make matters worse, Ayana reminds him of his former wife, both the good, and the bad.
He keeps his distance partially as a result of being unwilling to confront his feelings for his dead wife.

She knows she can get almost anything she wants from her father, but rarely makes any outrageous demands.
Though, often feeling rather homesick, she frequently asks for things to be imported from Japan which may well be quite difficult to get hold of locally, and expensive or difficult to import.

Aside from being painfully shy, she is also exceptionally childish for her age.
All together between her shy, withdrawn nature, suspicion caused by her asian appearance, odd habits, and rather childish behaviour, she has struggled to make any friends, even when people do take the trouble to talk to her.
Though few are openly hostile towards her, they usually don't want to hang around either, so she just gets left alone.
The most frequent reaction people have to her is either pity, or curiosity, but few people have the patience to stick with her odd, awkward behaviour for long enough to get to know her better.

Ayana is very intelligent, but pays no attention in class these days, and is at risk of failing most academic subjects.
Her exceptionally poor health also means she rarely takes part in any athletic events, or much of anything else that requires physical exertion.

She does however, have an excellent attendance record, in spite of her poor health.
Frequently she has come to school so seriously ill that the staff have suggested she go home again.
She almost always refuses, and stubbornly insists on staying.
The only time anyone has been able to send her home is when she has been too ill to offer any real resistance.

She frequently stutters and stumbles over words, and rarely speaks more than a few sentences, if at all, though this is entirely due to anxiety. She is quite capable of speaking English fluently, and language issues are not usually the cause of any of her social problems.

She did however learn her English almost entirely from some very expensive private tutors. While her English is near flawless, these tutors were all English, and as a result, she speaks with quite a strong English accent, rather than an American or Japanese one.

In spite of being so frail and sickly, she has impressive reflexes and acrobatic abilities. At least, on a good day.
What she lacks in stamina she makes up for in the sheer variety of crazy stunts she is capable of performing, though few people ever realise she can do such things, because she hardly ever demonstrates it.
It would be hard to imagine a tiny, sick little girl that at times looks as though she struggles to stand up, much less walk, would be capable of performing flips, cartwheels, rolls, huge leaps, and other acrobatics with ease.
That is, when she feels up to it. Which is hardly ever.

Though not a loner by choice, she struggles interacting with others, and has largely given up trying to make friends.
She can sometimes be seen staring at groups of other students, perhaps observing what they get up to, trying to understand how to better fit in, but not particularly succeeding.
Few people notice her doing this, but at the same time it is very difficult to hide anything from her. She is very observant, and usually spots the tiniest detail, though rarely mentions this. Nothing much gets by her, from the mundane to the unusual, to things hidden in plain sight.

At school, she often sits quietly in the back of her classes, or outside in the shade of a tree, reading a book (often these are Japanese books), or playing with an assortment of dolls and toys she usually keeps in her bag.
She may sometimes be seen with a lunchbox containing rice and other things, though she has become more self-conscious about this recently after noticing how unusual it was.

Outside of school she spends most of her time alone in her room, or sometimes sitting in the corner of the malt shop, hidden behind huge piles of sweets and desserts. Very occasionally she'll wander off looking for unusual mysteries, trying to see if there's anything about this place that can make up for feeling so out of place.

Equipment:

- Kitty Doll - No! Keep your hands off nekochan! She's my only friend! Well... You can hold her a little if you like... Just give her back, OK?
- Kitty backpack - It matches nekochan. I keep important things in here. Like my toys, and books.
- A Father's promise - "Hmm? Yes. Anything you want, Ayana. But Daddy's busy now. Just tell them to send me the bill or something."
- Bamboo sword - I suck at kendo, but this sword is my mother's, so it's important, OK? I Leave it in my room most of the time though.
- Lots of medicine - Essential for any sick girl. They might even work just a tiny bit. Who knows?

Perks/Traits (Existing or Custom Accepted):

Traits:

Chronic illness: You frequently suffer from illness or poor health, and everyone knows it. When suffering a bout of illness, you suffer a -2 penalty to all stats other than luck. However, people are more likely to excuse your poor behaviour, and let you get away with skipping otherwise compulsory activities.

Beautiful as the Rising Sun: Your exotic appearance and 'foreign' behaviour makes some people suspicious of you. The more paranoid members of society might even think you are one of the enemy. On the other hand, other Asians, and those fascinated with asian cultures will look upon you more favourably.

perks:

Child at heart: You are still in touch with your inner child, Improved charisma when interacting with children.

Acrobat: You can perform flips, tumbles leaps and other acrobatics. You can performs feats others can only dream of, and make them look effortless to boot.

Exotic interests: You read books others have never heard of. Wear fashions from far-off places, know facts and figures that others do not. Have unfamiliar hobbies, and generally act differently from those around you. You have a chance to know certain things others do not, and some are fascinated by you and your interests.

Unwanted Suitors: Being cute and pretty is all well and good, but it sure does attract some creeps and weirdos. Whenever someone happens to be attracted to you, you get a bonus to Charisma and Luck when interacting with them, whether you like it or not.

Cute and vulnerable: For whatever reason, you look as though you just can't take care of yourself. This brings out the protective instincts in many, who will attempt to look after or protect you, but also makes you the favoured target of people with more dubious intentions.

SPECIAL(Optional):
Strength: 3
Perception: 10
Endurance: 3
Charisma: 4
Intelligence: 9
Agility: 10
Luck: 5

[user]Demonjazz[/user]:

Name: Marko Abran(A name he refuses to go by. Officially missing several days of school because of it.)
Age:18
Ethnicity: Exotically vague.
Grade:Senior
Eye color: Deep Blue... For maximum exoticness
Hair Color, and Style: Black, and slicked back in a very greasy style that seems to ooze of the sleeze associated with stereotypical Ladies men... His hair seems to always smell mildly of patchouli oil.
Height: 6 foot 4
Weight: 165
Description: Braveer(As he wishes to call himself) is tall, dark, and handsome, with a tinge of exotic... in a very phony way. All that Braveer does seems to be an act really, and not a very well thought out one at that. He tends to shroud his family in mystery, partly because they aren't exactly approving of him, and partly because he thinks it adds a sense of mystery to him. Braveer is also a bit more on the lanky side of things, with a tendency to use large, exaggerated movements for near literally everything.
During school Braveer is known for his blatant disregard of the dress code... By wearing something similar to the breezy, colorful clothing that are traditionally associated with gypsies... But over his actual school uniform. When he can get away with it he will wear the bandanna that all gypsy costumes seem to have, which is the only difference between his outfit outside of school. Still keeping the uniform under his clothes as a form of protest.... No one of yet has got a straight answer on if he actually has ties to gypsies.
Personality: Every drama club, and acting crew has this one guy... The eccentric, egotist. He may make the most outrageous demands, get far too much into the role than is healthy... But you just have to tolerate him because he gets the job done! Although Braveer takes eccentric to an entirely new level, and adds harebrained schemes to top it all off. Braveer is also a man that decided that the rule of cool was the way to live... And some question if he knows that he's actually not in a play all day, which has lead to strange existential conversations.
Equipment: Hand puppets.
A bag of glitter stored in his sleeve
A strange oily substance that is believe to be hair gel by many.
A bag full of school supplies, and a script of the amazing tales of Braveer.
A hand mirror, and comb.
Traits:
Infectious Ego: There's something about your ego that makes people believe in you. You gain a speech bonus while trying to convince people of your talents, or to convince people to join you, but you get the same penalty after you break any of these expectations.
Rule Of Cool: You're cool, and the world seems to know that. You get a luck bonus whenever you do something outrageous, and extravagant... But you also have a penalty to intelligence when making any plan due to your fascination with over-complication, and coolness.
Perks:
Actor Extrodinaire: You are a damn fine actor, You gain a bonus to all your noncombat skills whenever you act.
Enchanting Foreigner:With a slightly fake sounding Latin Lover accent, your possible ties to gypsies, an air of mystery, and what is believed to be a long, and complicated family tree that involved a transfusion with lions blood making you the rightful heir to the kingdom of Mali, and of course strange foreign customs. Women seem to not only be more interested in you, but to excuse your actions as not understanding the culture... Many seem to forget that you were in fact born, and raised in the country.
Gotta go Fast: You're fast on your feet from all those daring escapes you have made. Gain a bonus to agility while running, or doing other similar activities.

S.P.E.C.I.A.L:
Strength: 3
Perception: 3
Endurance: 5
Charisma: 10
Intelligence: 4
Agility: 8
Luck: 6

Name: John Jacobs(in before Jingleheimer jokes.)
Age: 18
Ethnicity: Caucasian
Grade and Occupation: Senior, and Nuka Cola Delivery Driver.
Physical Characteristics:
Eye Color: Brown
Hair Color, and Style: He has medium length brown hair(Dark brown, near black), messy during the day, but combed, and slicked to manageable levels when he's on the job.
Height: 5 foot 9
Weight: 170 pounds
Description: A very average looking guy. He's got a nice square chin, and a cheery face with a bright smile... That sort of complacent cheeriness that all delivery men seem to have. He's fairly muscular from all the lifting of Nuka Cola bottles he has to do, and sports a very slight tan to him.
While in school he tends to abide by the dress code, and all. He usually takes time to make his clothes look presentable(Despite the fact that he puts very little effort in his hair), but it's not unheard of for him to come into school in quite a disarray after a harder day on the job.
Out of school he's almost always seen working in his uniform, his Nuka-Cola hat always being cocked slightly to the side. Due to his job he's also a well known source of free drinks in the town. If he is ever seen out of work than he's probably wearing some a cheap plain T-shirt, with some equally cheap jeans, and being all around unremarkable.
Personality
John tends to be a rather laid back man, taking most of what the world throws at him with a shrug, and a joke. He's very level headed in situations where others would panic because of this. He's a very reasonable, and responsible man in most situations... And yet somehow he always seems to get roped into the craziest schemes and situations. Maybe he picked a choice in friends, and but if his friends rope him into a plan , he always sees it through to the end despite his frequent protests otherwise, and will even go so far as to take the fall for his friends. He often acts as the voice of reason in any group he's in, and helps them stay out of TOO much trouble. He also takes great pride in the fact that he has a steady job, and has had it for several months, and is very work oriented most of the time.
Equipment
-A Delivery truck which inside of it is a dolly, a tire iron, a pair of jumper cables, and a jack along with a small stack of Grognak the Barbarian comics, and a bag of peanuts.
-One Nuka Cola uniform, that contains his worker ID, and a set of keys to the warehouse in town that houses the Nuka.
-A small, and rather dingry apartment that he owns. Only had it for a month, and his parents made sure it was close to them, just in case.
-Twenty bucks in a wallet.
Perks, and Traits
Traits:
The Cola Dilemma: "He who controls the cola, controls the world. You have access to nearly half a city's worth of Nuka. A great bargaining chip in most any situation... But that doesn't mean you can get away with giving it away all the time."

A Good kid: "You seem to be get off easy because your reputation. For whatever reason people teachers just seem to think of you as a good kid, you have a bonus in speech when you are caught by a teacher, but your reputation also gives you an equal penalty when talking to other Deliquents"
Perks:
Shop Provider: "You make routine trips to near every shop in town. You know most of the shopkeepers by name, and Vice Versa. You have a friendly reputation to the group Shopkeepers."

Lead Foot: "Your reflexes and driving ability combine to make you a very fast driver. You gain 25% speed when behind the wheel."

Work Oriented: "You can't get your mind off of work. If you aren't distracted you tend to get good grades"

The Voice of Reason: "In situations where others panic, you remain level headed. You get a bonus to Charisma, and Speech while trying to convince people to not panic."

S.P.E.C.I.A.L
Strength: 8
Perception: 6
Endurance: 7
Charisma: 6
Intelligence: 5
Agility: 6
Luck: 2

[user]Drummodino[/user]:

Name: Charlie Cannon
Age: 18
Grade(for students): 12th Grade
Occupation (if applicable): Lab Assistant
Ethnicity: Caucasian

Physical Characteristic:
Eye Color: Sky Blue
Hair Color and Style: Light Brown, Short but messy
Height: 185 cm
Weight: 72 kg

Description:

Tall yet skinny, Charlie is a very lanky young man. His skin is pale yet quite freckled, and very prone to burning if he spends too long out in the sun. At school he wears his uniform quite scruffily, shirt half tucked in, tie worn slack around his neck. His shirts and trousers have probably never seen an iron, much less felts one's steaming embrace.

Despite his gangliness and scruffy attire, Charlie is quite light on his feet and surprisingly athletic. He usually can be seen with a cheeky grin and glint in his astonishingly blue eyes.

Personality:

Happy-go-lucky would be a good way to describe Charlie. A friendly young man, he's always willing to go out of his way if he sees someone in need of a helping hand. He'll happily chat to total strangers if put in that position, although he can get shy around females (particularly the attractive ones).

His two greatest passions are music and science. He's spent several years learning to play the bass guitar and has become quite good at it, even playing in a local band. As for science he possesses a natural talent for chemistry and physics, and even works casually in the school's science lab. He takes advantage of this position to indulge in his strange fascination with explosives, often sneaking home various substances to play around and experiment with. A popular favourite of his is a harmless smoke bomb that detonates with a loud bang, perfect for startling unsuspecting storekeepers and customers.

Equipment:

-An old bass guitar, kept in excellent condition
-Several "emergency" smoke bombs
-A several year old bicycle
-A wallet with some loose change

Perks/Traits:

Traits:
Nervous Romantic - You can talk freely with the guys but your throat gets tight around the opposite sex. You have a small Speech bonus with males but a penalty with females of similar age.

Working Class Kid - Coming from a working class background, you have a bonus for raising your standing with similar factions, yet a penalty with richer ones.

Perks:
Whiz-Kid! - You have a natural affinity for the scientific disciplines, giving a permanent boost to your Science stat.

I Wanna Rock! - You love your rock and roll, gaining a boost to Charisma and Speech if you recently played or listened to music.

Disarming Grin - Your cheeky grin allows you to get away with more than you should. You gain a boost to Charisma and Speech when trying to talk your way out of trouble.

SPECIAL(Optional):
Strength: 5
Perception: 5
Endurance: 6
Charisma: 5
Intelligence: 8
Agility: 7
Luck: 4

[user]Evrant[/user]:

SPRINGVALE HIGHSCHOOL STUDENT FORM

Name: Antonio "Toni" De Leon
Age: 18
Ethnicity: Hispanic
Grade: Senior

Physical Characteristics:

Eye Colour: Teal
Hair Colour and Style: Black with a touch of grey at the temples. Medium length.
Height: 6'0''
Weight: 161lbs

Description:

Antonio is a tall male, with a lean build and narrow shoulders. He has a medium tan skin tone, raven black, medium length hair with a premature touch of grey at the temples which gives him a degree of sophistication, or so people say. When at Springvale High his hair is neatly combed, but becomes more ruffled throughout the day. His face is defined with a oval-shaped jaw line, high cheekbones, a slightly pointed chin, and a aquiline nose. The eyes, teal coloured like his mother, show a look of deep thought and concentration.

During school hours, Antonio is seen wearing the standard uniform though with slight modifications made to include some additional pockets for holding pens, pencils and occasionally notes. When the weather is colder or out of school; or when working on one of his many projects, he wears a white lab coat.

Personality:

Antonio acts most often in calm, polite and thoughtful manner, speaking with a clear voice that denotes confidence; though he isn't exactly what you'd call a social animal, preferring to work on one of his many special projects than attend social functions, unless of course presence is mandatory, so he isn't exactly what you'd call one of the popular students in a high school sense, but is respected by his teachers and some of his fellow classmates for the degree of work he puts in.

Whilst not considering himself an artist, his sketchbook contains some exceptionally detailed technical drawings and blueprints which help to explain how some of his projects work, something that people have noted on which is something he appreciates. He takes pride in his work, thinking that one day a creation of his will help the world. Although he is considered to not be a social animal, he is a friendly person when you get to know him better; able to lend a hand if needed.

Equipment:

- One Satchel Bag containing numerous Computer Science, Electrical Engineering and Mathematics textbooks.

- Sketchpad containing designs and blueprints for various school and personal work projects, example of which is a custom-built Eyebot. Pens and Pencils included.

- Copies of Nikola Tesla and You, Big Book of Science and Dean's Electronics.

- Tool-kit for repairing robots and electronics.

Perks:

Robotics Expert: "You have in-depth knowledge regarding the inner workings of Robots. With this you can craft your own mechanical constructs, and even know how to properly disable them if the need arises."

Mathematical Savant: "For you, complex calculations are as easy as Pi! You have a better chance to get a higher grade in Computer Sciences and any class that has to do with Math, while getting a slight bonus to Science."

Intellectual Superiority: "When it's a battle of the brains, yours is bar-none the biggest. When dealing with others with Intelligence below 4, you get an automatic Speech and Intelligence bonus when arguing against them."

Tech-In-Training: "You may not be certified yet, but you know just where to find the parts you need for your next robotics project. When searching through machinery, you have a better chance of finding unusual or rare components, and have a slight boost to Science."

Traits:

Brains Over Brawn: "You prefer the company of clever people like yourself. As a result you gain a Reputation Bonus when interacting with members of the Intellectuals/Geeks faction, but suffer an equal Reputation Penalty to members of the Sportos faction."

S.P.E.C.I.A.L Statistics:

Strength: 4
Perception: 7
Endurance: 3
Charisma: 7
Intelligence: 10
Agility: 4
Luck: 5

[user]FalloutJack[/user]

Name: Roberto "Torpedo" Malcontente' The 2nd (AKA Torpedo Bob)
Age: 18
Ethnicity: Sexy Spaniard
Grade and/or Occupation: Senior (Or Senor?)

Physical Characteristic:

Eye Color: Brown
Hair Color and Style: Also Brown and Slicked Back, ending at the neck.
Height: 6'6"!
Weight: 185-200 lbs. AT LEAST!

Description: Where to begin...? Ah, how about HERE? [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6Vb2U89EJG4] Bob is a big and bad dude. He's built like a brick shithouse, or a shit brickhouse. Whichever one of those fits. He actually does fit the description of a muscle-bound idiot, except that you can replace 'idiot' with 'nutjob'...and then he might still be kind of... Well, we'll leave that for Personality. Think of Bob as a Spartan born too late by far with the looks of Antonio Banderas. He is a tough guy with tremendous amounts of energy whose leaps into action could hurt his surroundings more than himself, usually. He trains, he exercises, he sings! (But can he dance?) Most-famously seen as a horrendously-powerful football player, Bob often wears a jersey and jeans, or a jacket and an easy-tear-away shirt so that if some action like a fight gets underway, he can pull off the Captain Kirk look.

Personality: Bob is a strange sort of a guy. It's not that he's dumb, although he has his dense moments, but that he is a wild eccentric. Think of him as a hilarous sort of adventure guy with a penchant for violence that has little or no restraint or even shame. He's a reputed Spaniard who's been studying Greco-Roman Wrestling, which involves getting naked. This means that should something happen to his clothing, like a prank or something, his pride is completely unaffected...much to the shagrin of anybody hear him at the time as they cry "THE NAKED! WHY THE NAKED?!". Bob is one of those guys who forgets the names of people he talks to, claps people on the back too hard, and maybe runs into a wall...damaging the wall. He's a boundless, directionless, thrill-seeker, and he likes fire. Fire facinates him. Ever since his chemistry set blew up as a child - despite the fact that it contained NO flammables - he has had a certain love of the flame. Oh, and he doesn't like drugs.

Equipment: So, apart from things like the clothes on his back...

Wallet with monies
Football Helmet/Uniform
Chemestry Set
POWERTHIRST! [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qRuNxHqwazs]
'Old Faithful' (Bob's custom-built Flamer/Incinerator combo)
Highwayman (Sweet-ass car!)

Perks/Traits: Fun fun!

Strong Back - The bigger they are, the more they can carry.

Toughness - He's one of those guys who doesn't feel pain as more than an inconvenience.

Iron Fist - Who needs a powerfist when you're got the dukes of hazard?

Pyromaniac - If there's going to be something on fire and he was involved, it's going to be more potent and damaging than usual.

Bloody Mess - Ranging from "Oops" to "Oh god!", the potential for breakage and things going 'splodey around Bob is pretty high.

Sex Appeal - Did we mention Sexy Spaniard?

Name: Drake Kazuna
Age: 17
Ethnicity: Caucasian
Grade and/or Occupation: Junior

Physical Characteristic:

Eye Color: A deep and calming shade of green.
Hair Color and Style: Black-haired, cut short, a few errant bangs here and there.
Height: 5'10"
Weight: 170

Description: Drake is kind of close to an athlete in terms of his general build, but not someone who's trained for such. It's more like he's just physically fit and COULD compete in something like races or soccer, but hasn't really tried to pursue these things. You know he's fit, though, because students have seen him in a fight and one thing that they notice is that apart from keeping his cool, he's quick and coordinated, letting someone trip past them as they throw a punch or something. Drake is fairly handsome and generally calming to those in distress. He carries himself as someone who knows what he's doing in a situation, so seldom has he been noticed as being out of control. You see him in various-color shirts or pants, though you'd never see him in something loud like orange or yellow. He prefers things that don't hurt the eyes. He goes through sneakers like crazy, though, since he does do a fair range of physical activity in a day. Running, jumping, climbing, etc.

Personality: When people in school think of a pretty decent guy, someone you could learn to like, one name that pops up is that of Drake Kazuna. What most people around here is that he's {A} a transfer student and {B} adopted. They know because he told them. When you see him, he's sort of a relaxed sort of guy who seems to always have his mind on something else, but tries to pay attention to what is said. While he IS easy-going, what he is not is able to be intimidated. He has some strong convictions about people who do bad things, and he won't bend for them. He has hurt people over that, but not because he's dangerous, but because he defends himself when refusing to back down. Drake also seems to either study alot, or just that he's naturally clever. Either way, it's a fact that while he has no particular goals, he has plenty to work with. He seems to want to look after people and make sure everything is alright in his surroundings, but he has this strange vibe like...he doesn't belong and he doesn't want to be here.

Equipment: What's in your basket?

Wallet with photos in it
Portable Radio
Crowbar
Beef Jerky
Usually a bottle of Nuka Cola

Perks/Traits: What measure is a Drake person?

Everybody's Psychologist - He's a good listener and likes to help people out.

Finesse - While other people might be bigger or stronger, Drake does his thing with speed and style.

Educated - Not as in genius, but seemingly wise beyond his time.

The Determinator - Once his mind is set on something, he won't budge from it as long as it seems right.

Master of None - He's generally skilled, but has no specialty, due to having no particular goals that he's ever mentioned.

Mysterious Transfer Student - Something's different about that guy. For good or for ill, he's more adept to situations that are more odd than anything else.

[user]Neuromancer[/user]:

Name: Edward "Eddie" Callahan
Age: 18
Ethnicity: Irish/American
Grade and/or Occupation (If School Staff): 12th Grade/Senior - Part-Time Mechanic

Physical Characteristic:
Eye Color: Emerald Green
Hair Color and Style: Dark Brown, Wavy long hair, halfway down the back and chest
Height: 6'6 feet/202 cm
Weight: 229 pounds/104 kg
Description: Broad, muscular and well known for his ...charming cheeky smile and bright green eyes, Eddie is one of the larger students, and certainly one of the more intimidating, if only by virtue of physical appearance. Eddie looks very much the deliquent, and his school uniform shows heavy signs of neglect: littered with motor oil stains, crumpled and even ripped at places. He further shows his indifference to the school dressing code by bringing along his black cowboy hat, easily recognisable by the grinning pin button it has, along with round sunglasses.

Out of school and when not working, Eddie dresses up like your typical metalhead. Leather trenchcoat with band patches, spikes on shoulders and sleeves, fingerless gloves, hat, sunglasses, torn jeans and boots. When it gets too hot, he usually wears his battle-vest instead, which has not a single spot without a band patch.

Personality: Manic and spontaneous, Eddie is a youth uncaring for the future, focusing instead living in the moment, following his whims, doing what he feels like doing.

Which, more often than not, means having fun.

Fun is a complex term when it comes to Eddie. It can mean any number of things, from something as mundane as playing the guitar, to fucking around (literally and figuratively), to getting into fistfights. There are few things that, under the right circumstances, he wouldn't call fun. Like, bullying, for example. There's a couple of reasons that bullying rates in Springvale High have taken a dive, and he's one of them.

Despite his highly self-indulgent nature, Eddie is mindful of friends and people he cares about, and is willing to lend a hand (though, much like with his whims, there's always a chance that he won't), and, as he treats helping people as serious business, it's at those times that he shows him more responsible and thinking side.

Equipment:
-A heavily modified, "hot rodded" Chryslus, painted black with flames at the wheels.

-A white Gibson EDS-1275 Double-necked guitar, along with assorted music gear.

-A green guitar pick, resembling a demon's head.

-A pack of cigarettes and a box of matches.

Perks/Traits (Existing or Custom Accepted):
Traits:
Social Butterfly - You are a socialising machine! You know everyone, and are known by everyone. As a result, you have good standings with all the various school factions. However, for the exact same reason, it is difficult for you to increase your standing with any faction, and any attempt may have catastrophic consequences with rival ones.

Childlike Faith in Childhood's End - Being a grown-up doesn't have to be depressing, right? You always maintain a chipper attitude even at the face of adversity, but should that happy charade be penetrated, your mood won't be improving for a while.

Perks:
Ace of Spades - You win some, you lose some, it's all the same to you! The bigger the odds, the greater your luck, and as a side effect, multiple choice questions are a breeze!

Symphony of Destruction - Your power chords aren't the only thing bringing down the house! When listening to music and for a period after it, you get a bonus to Strength, Agility and DT. Bonuses are doubled if you play the guitar

Spotlight Kid - You love it when the spotlight's on you! You get a Charisma and Speech boost proportional to the amount of people that are actively paying attention to you.

Mechanix - There's nothing like the feeling of hammering a thick, sturdy screwdriver into a well-greased socket. When it comes to crafting and repairing your skill is difficult to match, even if at times your methods are... unorthodox.

Born to Raise Hell! - You know how to do it and you do it really well! As if your stature wasn't intimidating enough, you know just the things to say and the gestures to make to come off as a sociopathic serial killer. You get a bonus to Speech when it comes to intimidating people, and that bonus increases if the person you're intimidating is shorter than you.

SPECIAL(Optional):
Stength: 8
Perception: 4
Endurance: 8
Charisma: 5
Intelligence: 5
Agility: 6
Luck: 7

Name: Audrey Williamson
Age: 17
Ethnicity: American
Grade and/or Occupation (If School Staff): 11th Grade (Junior)

Physical Characteristic:
Eye Color: Light violet
Hair Color and Style: faint red/pinkish straight hair that goes down her midback, often times caught in a pony-tail.
Height: 170cm
Weight: 55kg
Description: Due to being born with an incomplete form of albinism, Audrey's skin is very pale, almost sickly, a look further reinforced by her thin frame. Still, her looks are what most people would call beautiful: pleasant facial features, expressive eyes, innocent, good-natured smile, good posture and ample chest.

Even so, her albinism is still taboo, and brings her many an odd look, not to mention the occasional comment behind her back. Still, she has grown used to this, and does not let it affect her too much.

Personality: Kind, mature, intelligent and responsible, Audrey is everything that her benefactor, Lucy Black, is not. How fortunate for Lucy, then, for it is Audrey that usually acts as the voice of reason and keeps Lucy out of trouble, albeit not always successfully.

As Lucy's No.2, Audrey is in charge of Lucy's 'information network', which she uses to keep track of potential turbulance within the student body, which lets her come up with solutions and, using what power she has as junior member of the student council, defuse the situation before it becomes dire. Oh, and she occasionally gives her boss/friend a piece of interesting gossip or two, or make others overlook minor infractions of the school code (That is, after all, the reason Lucy used her popularity to get Audrey in that position in the first place). Appeasement goes a long way.

Outside of school and responsibilities, Audrey loves reading, especially about history and philosophy, as well as socialise with her group of friends.

Equipment:
- Personal Notebook, outfitted with a lock, coloured magenta

- 'Work' Notebook, mostly used to keep notes on her council responsibilities, as well as info from the network, coloured turquoise

Perks/Traits (Existing or Custom Accepted):
Traits:

But Not Too White: There's fair skinned, there's pale, and then there's you. Your albinism brings you easy publicity, but not all publicity is good publicity, and people may be more reserved towards you thanks to your appearance.

Secretary of Suave: "Power corrupts? Please! Not when you use it responsibly!"

Being part of the Student Council has its perks. You and anyone associated with you can ignore minor infractions and you can use what power
you have however you please. However, that may bring you at heads with the student council heads, and that's never a good thing.

Perks:

Reason The Unreasonable: You just know how to make people see your point. You get a charisma bonus when trying to convince people to follow your plan, especially if their Intelligence score is below average.

Problem Solver: To every problem, there is a solution. Through the power of rational thinking and observation, you are able to pinpoint the cause of a problem and work to solve it.

Benevolent Spymistress: You have so many little birds you could start a colony. Thanks to Lucy's 'information network' you get to stay up to date with what's happening around school, and as an added bonus you know a thing or two about everyone.

SPECIAL(Optional):
Stength: 4
Perception: 7
Endurance: 4
Charisma: 7
Intelligence: 9
Agility: 4
Luck: 4

[user]Random Fella[/user]:

Name: Robert "Rob" Ghast
Age: 16
Ethnicity: English, Caucasian
Grade and/or Occupation (If School Staff): 10th Grade, Sophmore

Physical Characteristic:
Eye Color: Deep Blue
Hair Color and Style:
Height: 5'10ft / 178.2cm
Weight: 159 ponds / 77.2kg

Description: Rob has a rather medium build, not being overly large nor small in mass, though he has quite a bit of definition to himself, at least compared to a completely average body.
His face is soft in complexion, with a small smoothed nose between small blue eyes. His skin is not quite pale, but not olive, somewhere inbetween.

At school he generally dresses by code, mainly opting to wear the school jacket over the shirt. On both of his forearms just below the wrists there are markings, spreading about 10cm each in a random, yet almost artistic fashion. These markings are burns from a mistaken reaction, yet Rob often claims them to be tattoos or birthmarks, depending on who he's talking to. At any rate he usually attempts to cover them up. Sometimes he may even be covered in soot, depending on how he was spending his free time.

During his free time he usually dresses in casual wear, opting to wear hooded jumpers and tracksuit pants overtop.

As far as his expressions go, Rob is rather emotionally obselete, often leaving his face completely blank, or pretend to show emotion when he think's it's needed. Often times he'll stare from a far, but only by a notion of various quick glances, as not to attract any unwanted attention.

Personality:
Quiet and reserved, but still enjoying of fun at others expense. Raised a middle child, he became used to getting little attention from parents, teachers, and peers, often times having only a few, if any, friends. Often times he won't say a word unless spoken to, and rarely speaks out, especially in a group.

His accent is a slight English one, mixed in with the common accent in the town, having moved at quite a young age. In conversation some may pick it up instantly, or by certain words.

If he doesn't like the look of someone he'll often stay completely out of their focus, often finding the best way to deal with bullies and the like is to simply avoid the first contact. Though this has it's flaws, he rarely introduces himself to new groups, and socializing overall is somewhat of a pain to him.

However he does find fun in pranks, often visiting Al's Joke Emporium to pick up things such as Stink Bombs and other strange items. Generally he has the speed and guile to pull these off without being noticed, when things go wrong however, he is a rather good sprinter.

Rob also has a love for the old Chinese martial arts flicks, and growing up attended various different martial arts classes casually, on and off and on again basis. He also has a great interest in the more reactive side of chemistry, enjoying creating small bombs and noisemakers for his entertainment.

Equipment:
-A handful of Thunder snaps
-Micro-adjustment tools, for delicate work
-His lucky box of matches, the strike has clearly been overused
-A Power Fist his came across in his parent's bedroom, though it's too obvious to be carried around at most times

Perks/Traits:
Traits:
Socially Inept: It's not that you're an outcast, it's that you fear becoming one. Your skills increase when alone, or around very few others, but the more people around you, the worse your ability to react.

Out of Sight, Out of Mind: Kids these days will pull a straight 180 to claim that you're in their way, so best just to avoid their notice. You have a naturally high skill in sneak, as well as a reputation among less popular groups to knowing how to get out of trouble, however this means your reputation with groups such as greasers and sporties is almost non-existent.

Perks:
Act of Maturity: You know how to put on a straight face around adults, and to act like you care. You gain a bonus to Charisma and Speech around adult figures such as teachers, parents, and policemen.

Practice... Almost... Makes Perfect: Your experience over the school years playing around with different kinds of explosions (Items such as Stinkbombs and Crackle bombs are no exception) Have given you a permenant resistance to explosives, as well as a bonus to your explosives skill. However you have a permanent lingering oder of this, which becomes apparent if you don't bathe regularly.

Night Person: All those nights of staying up late have made you excel during the dark skies and cold temperatures. You gain +2 Intelligence and +2 Perception between 6:00pm and 6:00am.

Paralyzing Palm: Watching all of those Old Chinese flicks taught you a trick or two, before they were outlawed anyway. You have a small chance to land an unexpected attack to temporarily paralyze your opponent, this chance is increased if you are undetected at the time.

SPECIAL:
Strength: 5
Perception: 7
Endurance: 7
Charisma: 3
Intelligence: 6
Agility: 9
Luck: 4

Generic NPC 22 · Sep 1, 2015

[HEADING=2]Students (part 2):[/HEADING]

Archive of Student Transcripts. Please access these records responsibily. Students or staff found making unauthorized changes to these documents will be subject to immediate dismissal or expulsion. Students found in possession of these documents will be subject to disciplinary action.[hr]

[user]ServebotFrank[/user]:

Name: Jason Douglas
Age: 17
Ethnicity: Caucasian
Grade and/or Occupation (If School Staff): Senior, 12th Grade.

Physical Characteristic:

Eye Color: Green
Hair Color and Style: Brown, medium length curly hair.
Height: 5"11
Weight: 160
Description: Jason possesses a relatively average build with exception to the slight definition to his arms. His hair goes down about halfway down his neck and curls up at the very end of the strands. His shoulders are broad and he walks with a rather brisk pace. He is pale and he will be one of the first to remark that he seems incapable of getting a tan. His nose is slanted sideways due to being broken several times.

In school Jason wears the normal school uniform with a few differences. For one, Jason wears an exorbitant tie, far nicer than what the school expects the average student to wear. Despite wearing the a tie, he keeps his top button undone in order to relieve pressure of his neck which looks odd.

Outside of school he wears a striped plaid shirt with the sleeves rolled up alongside a designer wrist watch, blue jeans, sneakers, and a light grey jacket for when it gets cold. When working on his computer or car he wears a light t-shirt and black cargo pants.

Personality: Due to his family ridiculous wealth and their massive donations to the school, Jason is able to get away with way more than he should be allowed to. Though he is relatively extroverted, most of his friends hang out with him because of his wealth even if they do legitimately enjoy their time with him. During the school day he hangs around his group of yes-men and studying, because even though he probably could slack off with homework he decides not to. Though that won't stop him from getting one of his friends to help him cheat on an assignment if he's feeling particularly lazy.Despite his insistence that he doesn't let his wealth affect who he is, he does bully random students. He enjoys the odd power trips he gets from being above random students.

When he's at home, at the house that his parents bought him for while he was in school, he works in his garage on his computer or his car. While he's in there time just seems to fly by. In his home he is a complete neat freak and very few people are invited into his house and most of his parties are held at other people's homes.

Equipment:

-A smooth leather wallet.

-A small switch blade.

-A random assortment of tools.

-A journal filled with small, cryptic notes, used to keep track of potential blackmail.

Perks/Traits (Existing or Custom Accepted):

Traits:

Rich Boy: Who needs friends when you have money! You have an easy time getting groupies together but it's significantly more difficult to make real friends.

Popular!: Your reputation is sky high already! However, this means that people take notice of your more negative traits more easily. It's harder to stifle any gossip.

Perks:

Mr. Franklin says...: You have a much easier time getting others to except bribes! You will do all right here.

Mechanic: Hours of working with a wrench has taught you the intricacies of knowing how to work a simple lever. You now require less parts to fix more complex machinery.

Any Hole: Wow you have absolutely no shame do you? Also how brave of you! You love hitting on both genders and gain unique dialogue options to show your interest.

Computer Whiz: You know the ins and outs of computers and how to make them bend to you will. You have an easier time hacking than normal.

SPECIAL(Optional):
Stength: 6
Perception:5
Endurance:4
Charisma:7
Intelligence:7
Agility:4
Luck:4

[user]The Silence[/user]:

Name: Violet Meyers
Age: 17
Ethnicity: Caucasian (German-American)
Grade and/or Occupation (If School Staff): 11th grade
Physical Characteristic:
Eye Color: Grey
Hair Color and Style: Blonde, long, loosely tied together in a single ponytail
Height: 1,77m / 5'9 ft
Weight: 60 kg / 132 pounds
Description: 'Average' is probably what described Violet best. Neither small nor really tall, neither particularly thin nor thick, she was quite content in being what she was, minding her own business, learning for school, meeting with friends, occassionally having a crush on someone ? not ugly, but neither incredibly beautiful, using make-up would probably really let her shine ? if she wasn't too lazy to apply it most of the time.

At least that is what described her best until the last summer, which was not a happy one. Instead of spending holidays with her family, she spent it in the hospital, after having an accident she does not want to speak about, which led her to lose her right arm. Her main arm, that is, which means she has to learn writing anew, with her other hand. While being able to come back to school, she constantly tries to hide the fact that she is an amputee, meaning, she wears as much clothing as possible, jacket over school uniform and stuff.

Personality: Being average means ? staying out of trouble, in all ways possible. While not bullying herself, she stood back more than once, letting other people deal with the conflict. She is respectful towards the teachers, and argues more with the average student, if it's not doing any real harm. She is/was not picked on herself, and is respected somewhat, but not anyones favorite. She's very unsure what will happen after the accident, which changed her personality somewhat. She's more shy now.

Her parents support her in all ways possible, now, which more than annoys her, and if she doesn't just stay in her room, she tries to get away as often as possible, seeking someplace where she can feel normal again.

Equipment:
History books. Lots of them.
A useless arm prosthesis.
Jacket with all kinds of little things, like bubblegum, other sweets, pens, money, keys
A gun from her father ? in case of emergency. (more like in a bedroom drawer at home)

Perks/Traits:

What a pity: "People are more likely to help you, if you ask them to do something for you. At the same time, they sometimes don't take you serious enough.?
One hander: "You have a bonus when using things you only need one hand for. Two-handed? Forget it.?
Fast metabolism: "Your metabolic rate is twice normal. This means that you are much less resistant to radiation andpoison, but your body heals faster.?
History buff: "Learn the past to know about the future. You are more likely to correctly predict what is going to happen. Not foolproof, though.?
Paranoia: "You think people and things are out to get you. You often sense danger, when it is approaching. You also sense danger sometimes when there is nothing to worry about.?
Average: "Nobody really has a reason to mean you ill. But nobody has a reason to like you, either.?

SPECIAL(Optional):
Strength: 2 (4)
Perception: 10
Endurance: 4
Charisma: 5
Intelligence: 8
Agility: 2
Luck: 2

[user]Texas Joker 52[/user]:

Name: Amanda "Arizona Red" Butcher
Age: 18
Ethnicity: Caucasian
Grade: Senior

Physical Characteristic:
Eye Color: Green

Hair Color and Style: Dark Red, Rough Nite

Height: 4'9

Weight: 125 Pounds

Description: Amanda Butcher is a short, rather stocky young woman. Her skin tone is pale, her shoulder-length hair a dark red almost bordering on brunette, and her face is defined by high, sharp cheek bones, a pointed chin, and a crooked nose that has clearly been broken once or twice. Her eyes, narrow and clever, The way her hair is usually worn covers her left eye due to it's unruly tangles. In either ear, she almost always has a medley of earrings, most of them hoops.

Whenever she happens to be in school, she openly defies the school's dress code by wearing her leather jacket instead of the proper uniform jacket, and as a result is a daily fixture during Detention. She also refuses to wear a tie, instead keeping the top few buttons undone of her dress shirt, which is rarely tucked into the trousers she also opts to wear.

Whenever she isn't in a classroom, she tends to wear plain, short sleeve button-ups, usually white, blue-jeans that have clearly seen better days with a chain in place of a proper belt, a red bandana around her neck, and a pair of combat boots. She is rarely, if ever, seen without her signature black leather jacket, which is scarred in a few places and has a patch with the logo for Smith Casey's Garage on her left shoulder, and a blue bandana wrapped around her right forearm.

Personality: Arizona, known only as Amanda to particularly stubborn teachers and to extremely close friends, is very much a what-you-see-is-what-you-get kind of girl. Loud, in-your-face, and highly opinionated, she has a tendency to not only speak her mind, but spark fights in the process. She is a textbook definition of a troublemaker, and she takes great pride in it.

However, she doesn't let that affect her schoolwork overmuch. She doesn't see any point in making herself look stupid simply to spite Teachers, though she doesn't fully apply herself to studies. Instead, her passions lie in the hum of engines and the smell of grease, as well as working with her hands. That occasionally extends past working on the innards of a vehicle to starting brawls with other students, particularly those she considers too snooty, smug, or otherwise generally irritating to her.

Equipment:-One Customized Harlon Davids and Sons Motorcycle, painted black with a single red stripe down the middle. Named Lester.

-One set of Automotive Mechanic's tools complete with box, including one two-foot long wrench she keeps on her person almost at all times. Named Jackie.

-One length of heavy steel chain, often doubling as a belt whenever she isn't in school.

-One small Radiation King radio, slightly battered.

-One black leather wallet with ID and business card for Smith Casey's Garage. Usually devoid of cash.

-One pack of cigarettes along with a disposable lighter.

Perks/Traits:
Traits:
Regular At The Principal's Office - "You won't just be another cog in their machine, or a brick in their wall! You have a penalty to Charisma and Speech whenever interacting with Teachers and other Authority Figures, but a boost to same with fellow delinquents."

Grease Monkey - "You're all about leather jackets, engine grease and the purr of a hot rod! You get an automatic Reputation Bonus when interacting with Greasers, but suffer a Reputation Penalty among Sportos."

Perks:
No-Skirt Flirt - "You may wear pants, but that doesn't stop you from flirting with every guy that's caught your eye. You get special dialogue options with members of the opposite sex to show your interest."

Middle Of The Pack - "Your Grade-Point-Average is, well, average. You're smart enough to know what you need, so your grades may not be all that high, but they're never too low."

Wrench Wench - "If it's mechanical, chances are that you can fix it. You get an automatic bonus to Repair, and as a side effect you have a higher chance of a passing grade for any class that requires dexterity."

Thug With A Heart Of Gold - "You're a softie deep down, but you take care not to show it. You have get a slight Reputation Penalty among all factions for being a hard-ass, but those that know you are unaffected."

Lil' Slugger - "If you joined the baseball team, you'd be a star hitter. You get a bonus to Melee whenever using any blunt Melee Weapon that has a decent swing."

SPECIAL:
Stength: 6
Perception: 7
Endurance: 6
Charisma: 4
Intelligence: 8
Agility: 7
Luck: 1

Name: Jenna Sorenson
Age: 17
Ethnicity: Mixed Race (Black)
Grade: Sophomore

Physical Characteristic:
Eye Color: Green

Hair Color and Style: Black, Bobcat

Height: 6'1

Weight: 155

Description: Jenna is a girl that is, usually, easily overlooked by most of the student body at Springvale High. What little skin that she shows is a dark, freckled brown, her hair is black and styled in a long bob haircut that reaches to the nape of her neck and has bangs that cover her eyes completely. She is also easily one of the tallest, as well as one of the bustiest girls in the school, with a slightly thin build. The only part of her face that most people see are the shadows of sharp cheekbones, and a slender, pointed nose.

Either in or out of school, Jenna is rarely seen out of a turtleneck sweater of some kind, with the high collar usually covering the lower half of her face. Otherwise, she wears the rest of the standard Springvale girl's uniform, complete with miniskirt.

Personality: Due to suffering from mild social anxiety, Jenna has a tendency to seclude herself in dark classroom corners and otherwise tries to keep interacting with other people to a minimum. As such, not many people know her very well, but those that do know that she is a kind, soft-spoken girl, usually willing to help someone who asks when it comes to study and schoolwork. She doesn't have much in the way of friends, but those she does have she holds dear. Meanwhile, she does what she can to keep on good terms with the teachers, which is usually easy thanks to her quiet demeanor and good grades.

An unfortunate side effect of her being one of the curviest and most statuesque girls in the school, she tends to garner a bit of unwanted attention, particularly from guys. Thankfully, she manages to avoid this for the most part by being as unnoticeable as possible.

If Jenna has a passion of any kind, it's regarding science, particularly computer science and medical science to a lesser extent. As such, she's rarely ever seen without her Pip-Girl v0.8, occasionally tinkering with it in her spare moments.

Equipment:-One Jury Rigged "Pip-Girl v0.8" wrist-mounted personal computer, looking like a knockoff Pip-Boy 3000 with some exposed wiring. Painted black with red display, glitchy.

-One Vault-Tec Junior Chemistry Set, expanded with additional tools, vials, and chemicals to make a wide variety of concoctions, from Homebrew Nuka Cola, to Med-X, to Cherry Bombs.

-One heavy book bag, full of Science, Computer Science, Biology, and Math Textbooks, among others.

-Several packs of bubblegum, often being chewed behind the collar of her turtleneck.

Perks/Traits:
Traits:
Very Model of a Modern Honor Student - "Your grades are so good, you're on the honor roll! While speaking to Teachers or other School Staff, you get a bonus to Charisma and Speech whenever it involves schoolwork, but suffer a permanent penalty to same when interacting with other students."

Shrinking Violet - "You don't like to grab attention, so you stay at the back of the classroom. Your Reputation is automatically locked in a neutral state with all Factions."

Perks:
Computer Whiz - "RobCo Termlink Code is your second language, and electronics of all kinds dance to your tune! You get an automatic bonus to Science, and when dealing with any electronic devices or computers, you get a small bonus to Repair when applicable."

Flatfooted Genius - "When it comes to problem solving you're a natural, but no one can call you graceful. You get a bonus to both Intelligence and Perception, but you get a penalty to Agility."

Living Anatomy - "You paid a lot of attention during Biology Class. You can usually tell how badly someone is hurt just by looking at them and what can be done, and you get a small bonus to Medicine."

Junior Chemist - "While other little girls played with dolls, you had the Vault-Tec Junior Chemistry Set! You get a bonus to Science and Medicine when it comes to making chemical concoctions."

Unwanted Suitors - "No matter what you say or do, some guys can't help but like you for your big 'brains'. Whenever someone happens to be attracted to you, you get a bonus to Charisma and Luck when interacting with them, whether you like it or not."

SPECIAL:
Stength: 3
Perception: 10
Endurance: 3
Charisma: 6
Intelligence: 10
Agility: 3
Luck: 5

Generic NPC 22 · Sep 1, 2015

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[user]CrystalShadow[/user]:

Name: Adrian Watkins
Age: 39
Ethnicity: caucasian (English American )
Grade and/or Occupation (If School Staff): N/A (CEO of trading and shipping co.)

Physical Characteristics:
Eye Color: Blue
Hair Color and Style: Blonde, well styled moderate length
Height: 182 cm / 6'0"
Weight: 79 kg / 174 pounds

Description:
A tall, slender, stylish man, with striking deep blue eyes, very pale skin, and pale blonde hair in a fashionable style. His hair is a moderate length for short hairstyles (5-8 cm, 2-3 inches)
Usually seen wearing a very expensive suit and shoes. The model of a formal, elegant businessman.
The suits are usually dark, in muted, respectable colours, except for a brightly coloured tie of some sort.
Often purple, or bright red, or sometimes mint green, or other bright, bold colours

Underneath the suit he is surprisingly well toned, and his has a slim, attractive physique.
He is almost never seen with any facial hair, taking great pains with his appearance and presentation at all times.

Personality:
Adrian Watkins was born in England, to a wealthy family, who owned a moderately sized international trading and shipping company known as Transnational Trading and Shipping. (TTS international)
Showing an early aptitude for business, he started working at the company by the age of 21, and soon became a prominent figure in it.
Presently he is CEO and President of the company.

He speaks with a mild English accent, though it has significantly weakened over the years he's lived in America.

When the business moved it's headquarters from England to America, he followed, and moved along with it.

When he was 23, On an early business negotiation he was involved in, he met and fell in love with a Japanese woman. Miyu Shibata. They soon started dating, and got married, to the strenuous objection of her family, a rather formal, traditional japanese family, that strongly dissaproved of their daughter marrying a foreigner.
Ayana was born soon after, and they divorced only a few years later, when she was 3 years old.
Continued pressure from her family, and the associated stress proved too much, and finally succeeded in breaking them apart, even though they still loved one another.
His wife moved back to Japan with their daughter.
He took the news of her death rather badly, though he had rarely seen her since they seperated.

Now, as CEO he is faced with the increasingly volatile situation internationally. Shipping and trading goods across borders has become something of a dangerous, difficult task at times, and the company's finances have suffered somewhat as a result, though nowhere near enough to risk the company collapsing.

Adrian does not have any housekeeping staff, though this is largely by choice rather than any financial or other reasons.

He largely works at home, and his personal assistant, and various senior management staff of the company are frequent visitors to their house, though Ayana mostly ignores them.
This was a decision he made after hearing of his wife's death, so that he could better look after and support his daughter, who he was forced to take on at the insistence of the mother's family.

The relationship between Ayana and Adrian is rather strained.
They never spent much time together, and barely know one another.
To make matters worse, Ayana reminds him of his former wife, both the good, and the bad.
He keeps his distance partially as a result of being unwilling to confront his feelings for his dead wife.

Adrian does feel a strong obligation to care for his daughter, part of the reason why he now works from home.
However, he is emotionally distant, and in practice does little other than take care of her material needs.
She knows she can get almost anything she wants from him, but rarely makes any outrageous demands, though, often feeling rather homesick, she frequently asks for things to be imported from Japan which may well be quite difficult to get hold of locally.
With little understanding of how to behave around a daughter he has barely known for most of her life, he struggles to do much else for her, and often just shrugs, and leaves her to her own devices.
He worries about his daughter, seeing how bad her health is, and how she seems to struggle with everything these days, and the obvious fact that she would much rather have stayed in Japan. He simply does not know what to do for her, or how to connect with her properly

He is known for his charm, business skill, and talent for making difficult negotiations and trades work somehow.

He takes his work and responsibilities very seriously, sometimes, perhaps, too seriously, since, even though he chose to work from home, all he ever seems to do is take care of an endless stream of problems related to the business.

Known to be rather popular with the ladies, he can lay it on pretty thickly, and get many of them to do almost anything. However he lacks any real desire for such things, still being caught up with his dead wife, in spite of it all.

Equipment:

- locket. - One half of a pair. The other belonged to his wife. Ayana might possibly have the other one now.
- Laser pistol - Sometimes, you have no choice but to defend yourself.
- Trading connections - It's handy being in charge of a trading company. Whatever it is, you can probably get hold of it.
- Private aircraft - Call it an indulgence. Or a hobby. I like to fly this thing. When I have the time. Which isn't often.

Perks/Traits (Existing or Custom Accepted):

Traits:

Hard to read: You keep your feelings locked deep inside, rarely more than the tiniest sliver escapes without your permission. This gives you a bonus in situations where showing emotion is a liability, but a penalty when people expect you to show some kind of feelings, compassion or be emotionally supportive.

Unshakable grief: Something happened to you in the past that you never got over. There is a subtle air of sadness around you all the time, and any reminder of the cause of your grief makes it all the more apparent. People may show sympathy to your plight, but they may also wonder why you can't just get over it, and get on with your life. It was ages ago, right? So why do you dwell on the past?

perks:

skilled negotiator: You get bonuses in any kind of negotiation, trade, or deal. You can make things happen even when they seem hopeless, and get a good deal out of even the toughest of people if there is an exchange of some kind involved.

Well traveled: You've been everywhere, and then some. If it exists, you've probably been there at some point. You may not know it in detail, but it's surprising what you remember, and what you are familiar with.

Cultural sensitivity: Pretty much no-one's habits or customs surprise you. You know the basics of how to properly interact with nearly anyone from anywhere. This puts people at ease, and makes them think of you more favourably.

Stylish charmer: Lots of people are attracted to you. And if you felt like it, you could get many of them to do just about anything. All you need is a smile, and the right words.

will of steel: You are much tougher than you look. Nothing can break your will. It is nearly impossible to manipulate, blackmail, torture or otherwise forcibly make you change your mind.

SPECIAL(Optional):
Strength: 4
Perception: 8
Endurance: 5
Charisma: 8
Intelligence: 7
Agility: 4
Luck: 5

Generic NPC 22 · Sep 1, 2015

Wild Wastelands High School
DING! DING! DING! Class is in session!!

Moriarty's Malt Shop
Ayana Watkins, Constance Sorrowfeld, Sylphee Smithford, Violet Meyers, John Jacobs

With two weeks remaining in Summer, the children of Springvale were taking full advantage of their remaining days before they would be forced to put under the oppressive regime known as school where they'd be forced to learn things like Physics, Biology, Mathematics, Physical Education, Sociology, Theatre, etc. All of these subjects were important but, some students wondered, did you really need to devote a full day sitting in room whilst listening to the droning of some adult that had failed to do something in their field of expertise?

Let's take the topic of physics for example. If you have one Ayana Watkins, a 68 Pound Girl that stands 4'6", run into the bust of Constance Sorrowfeld, 15 year old girl that is 112 pound girl and stands 5'9", what will her reaction be?

"Eh[sup]hhh[sup]hhh[sup]hhh[/sup][/sup][/sup]?!?!?!?" Came an all too familiar reaction for those of you who watch anime, "Nani?!"

Now given that this introduction was given in the form of a physics question, one might think that combination of mass differential and kinetic energy between the two bodies in motion sent Ayana back to the Land of the Rising Sun. However, this is really a question of ettiquette. How does a quiet girl hailing from the country of Japan react to getting lodged in the cleavage of a senior student as they stood outside the door of Moriarty's Malt Shop?

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The scene that had unfolded in front of the Malt Shop was not without witness, however. Sitting at a table against one of the front windows was a girl with blue hair. She would have been remarkable save for the fact that there were nine exact copies of her running around in the form of her identical sisters. Sylphee Smithford was a member of the Smithford Dectuplets, meaning that there were nine other nearly identicle versions of her running about. This brings us to the next question since we're on the topic of physics. How is it physically possible to cram ten babies into one human uterus?

One could have asked Sylphee that question were she not too busy banging a pair of drum sticks on the wooden table, an act that would have gotten a normal patron scolded but not when that patron happened to have 9 other sisters that would cease to become customers as well as her.

Back to the topic of physics or rather accoustics to be specific. If Sylphee stops banging her drumsticks against the table, will Violet Meyers, the one armed girl that the Drumstick Weilding Oldest Dectuplet was hoping not to offend, still hear the banging of the drumsticks and register it as someone trying to be all sensitive to her handicap?

This might not have been the case of Thomas "Shifty" McGee had arrived at Moriarty's at the appointed time. She was supposed to meet him and Eddie Callahan at Moriarty's to discuss the name of their band. Where they were was an absolute mystery to the girl with the drums sticks. What was clear to her was that if Thomas and Eddie were there, she wouldn't have been drumming on the table and possibly offending the girl with the one arm.

In psychology, this blameshifting is called projection.

[hr]

Speaking of time...

"You're late." Came a possible faux-Irish accented voice as one John Jacobs, deliverer of Nuka-Cola and all drink related items, entered the establishment belonging to the owner of said possible faux-Irish accent.

Mister ~~Jingle Heimer Schmidt~~ Jacobs was in fact late for his delivery... by a whopping margin of 20 seconds due to the accident at the front door that left a midget struggling for life while being stuck in the cleavage of a slightly taller midget. You can't blame a guy for goose necking, right? Besides, with time being relative and all, in the next time zone over, he was Fifty-Nine Minutes and Forty seconds early!

Besides, it was his last delivery of the day, which he usually completed before school, he wasn't about to let Colin Moriarty ruin his mood, was he?
[hr]
Smith Casey's Garage
Edward Callahan, Amanda Butcher

While we're on the topic of Educational sources outside of the school system. Were anyone to have entered Smith Casey's garage a few hours earlier, they might have gotten a quick lesson on Human Sexuality before getting an introduction to car maintainence in the form of a wrench being thrown at their head. Now, in the wee hours of the morning, said customers would have to settle for a brief lesson on the sleep related physiology and sociology.

A member of society would typically believe that the snore that erupted every so often from the back of the cherried out hotrod belonged to a bear, or at the very least the large and naked male occupant of the vehicle. Contrary to popular belief, the snore did not belong to Edward Calahan. That snore, along with the puddle of drool that collected on Eddie's chest belonged to the equally naked Amanda "Arizona" Butcher.

The other phenomenon active besides Arizona's rather demonic snore was the presence the morning time visitor. Wood, Morning Wood, otherwise known as Nocturnal penile tumescence, was a habit of all men. It just so happened that not all men had a woman sleeping on top of them and therefore getting poked by said Nocturnal penile tumescence.
[hr]
The Sorenson | Douglas Residence
Jenna Sorenson, Jason Douglas, Antonio "Toni" De Leon

The topic of Psycho-accoustics was a fairly promising topic in the realm of military application. From the dreaded brown note to the use of high energy, low frequency radio waves for weather control, one could say that for every problem there was a psycho-accoustical answer... most of the time.

BZZT! BANG BANG! CLANG!!!!

The sounds of SCIENCE!!! Was music to some and a bane to others, especially when the others happened to be trying to sleep. Sure Jason Douglas could have moved to the other side of his mammoth home in a bid to get a far enough distance from the noises coming out of the Sorenson Garage but he was... or rather his parents were stupid rich. Didn't he have servants to yell at the Next Door NERD to stop whatever it was she was doing? She was a menial science peon who still lived with her parents. What right did she have to interrupt his sleep?

Of course, the Sounds of SCIENCE!!! had quite the opposite effect on Antonio De Leon. For a kid with a great an aptitude for SCIENCE!!! as Toni had, the sound of a major project being worked on was like a siren's call. Was there someone of actual intelligence in this one horse town? Did that horse have robotic wings? Was this person making some sort of Robotic Flying Horse that would have put Pegasus to shame?

That was a literary reference by the way...

Suffice to say, the creative SCIENCE!!! that was on display in the Sorenson garage had a oppositional effect on two different people.
[hr]
The Black Residence - 2 Days Ago
Lucy Black, Audrey Williamson, The Smithford Sisters, Thomas "Shifty" McGee

Art, it could be argued, was one of the few topics that can not be learned outside of school. The definition of Artist is as variable as the definition of Art. It has been argued that in order to be an artist, one has to have gone through an art studies program. Others argue that art is defined by the viewer of the piece. If there was one thing that could be agreed upon, scene that had been modeled out of the camera was not art.

The bodies of nine identical blue haired girls lay sprawled across the lawn of the Black Residence. The killer stood there, with posed look, the clown mask the man wore shined in the morning sun, though not nearly as brightly as the knife in his hand or even the droplets of blood that glistened on the blade. There was still another figure in the camera's frame, a woman who had been wrapped up in the murderous clown's arms, a hand clutching at her chest provacatively.

CLICK!

"You know, Luce, the Pint Sized Slasher is supposed to be really, REALLY short." Thomas said as he removed the mask, his arm still wrapped around the body of the love of his life, "Also, aren't you afraid that the real Pint Sized Slasher will take offense to using his likeness for a Halloween Party of all things? Don't you think, Audrey?"

Thomas was addressing the girl behind the camera, the Lucy's so-called Number 2. Where ever Lucy was, Audrey usually happened to be. Suffice to say, the presence of Audrey made Thomas' desire to start something rather spontaneous with Lucy rather difficult. He was starting to wonder if Audrey would be living with Lucy and Thomas once they got married and moved out of Springvale. Looking at the albino behind the camera, the thought was rather unpleasant.

"Can we get this crap off of us. The chocolate sauce is attracting ants!" One of the Smithford Sisters called out.

Just a little tip from a photographer... chocolate sauce only works as fake blood in black and white photos.

--------------------Today--------------------

Speaking of blood. The human body can lose roughly forty percent of it's blood supply and still live if medical assistance is rendered in a quick enough fashion. Beyond a Class IV hemorrhage, the human body hasn't enough blood to oxygenate critical organs and the body begins to shut down. Given this, it was likely Lucy Black was dead given the amount of blood that was found in front of the Black residence.

Given the amount of blood and the blood spatter patterns it was likely that Lucy had been assaulted with a knife and during said attack, a vital artery had been severed.

Audrey would not have known this however. Having just discovered the gruesome scene on her way to visit her best friend, it was likely that she was finding the nearest container to vomit into given that the only other trace of Lucy Black was her left eye, which was laying in the the center of the Driveway.

Murder... murder most foul... murder most gruesome... murder had been committed in Springvale. The only question was who the culprit was and who the next victim would be.

"Audrey? Are you okay?" Came a famliar voice from behind the pale albino. It was nine of the ten Smithford Dectuplets. Apparently they had decided to pay a visit to the Queen Bee that morning as well.

"Hey, did Lucy decide to paint her Driveway? Ooooo her dad is going to be MAD!"
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Springvale Supply
BRAVEER!, Roberto "Torpedo" Malcontente

Speaking of Art, the theatrical arts is also one of those subjects that you should be studied only through a school program. Most of the best actors of the day went through an acting program. Of course, that wasn't necessarily a requirement but it also didn't necessarily mean that you would end up a good actor. Most good actors at least know when the play is over.

Enter from stage left. Braveer. Stikes a pose.

Braveer: But wait, what?s that light in the window over there? It is the east, and Juliet is the sun. Rise up, beautiful sun, and kill the jealous moon. The moon is already sick and pale with grief because you, Juliet, her maid, are more beautiful than she.

Enter from stage right. Roberto "Torpedo" Malcontente

Narrator: What a puzzling sight it must be for anyone observing the scene as it unfolds in front of Springvale Supply. On one hand, we have a rather large looking Sexy Spaniard attempting to enter Springvale Supply to acquire some new chemicals for his chemistry set. On the other hand we have a rather garishly dressed Romeo in front of Springvale Supply keeping Roberto "Torpedo" Malcontente from entering the establishment.

Which brings us to another topic: Bob plays football.
[hr]
Vault 101 Site
Tessa O' Hare, Mercy O' Hare, Drake Kazuna, Robert Ghast

Economics is a rather important subject to learn. However, book smarts aren't always the equivalent of street smarts and someone who been on the streets can easily make more than some Third Rate Accountant that's still in debt from going to college. The thing about street economics is that the best stuff, the most in-demand items that fetch high prices come from places that are relatively difficult to enter. Stuff from the Titanic? Priceless. Flag from the Moon? More Priceless.

Given this little lesson in economics of supply and demand, it was no surprise to find the O'Hare sisters outside of the Vault 101 construction site. Rumor had it that there was supposed to be a G.E.C.K. inside of Vault 101 and Tessa wanted to see if she could get her hands on it.

That brings us as to why Mercy O'Hare was sitting outside of the Vault Construction site. Due to her being permanently seated in a wheel chair, it was her job to act as lookout while Tessa looked for something that would fetch a rather high price when they went to their fence.

Looking through a hole in the plastic tarp that had been attached to the fence to conceal the construction site, Mercy spotted her older sister and smiled to herself. This was the first summer the sisters had spent together since Tessa had returned from her time... away. The older O'Hare moved in a way that made the younger sister rather envious, and would have even if she were not confined to a wheelchair. Despite the fact that Tessa did the leg work, Mercy was the one who knew what to look for and had given her older sister tips on what to grab.

Of course, in the realm of street economics, you don't get paid if you get caught. Which brings the arrival of one Drake Kazuna. Sure he's not exactly the fuzz, Sheriff Simms, he's still an unknown variable in this monetary equation. Which brings us to another piece of acting that Braveer should have paid attention to if he was in the area.

"Oh crap! Oh crap! Oh crap!" Mercy called out as she unlocked the brakes on her wheel chair and started drifting down the hill that Drake was climbing at the time. If you're going to act, you need to commit to it 100%. Heading on an intercept course with Drake was a pretty hefty commitment, especially since Mercy really couldn't stop.

Given the acting on display, how would the jokster, Mister Ghast react? Would he laugh at the misfortune of the two or would he try to rescue the crippled girl?
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Springvale High School | The Cafeteria
Kristin Cream, Isaac Campbell, Nurse Charlotte Sorrowfeld

Back to Physics 101, sprinkle in a bit of Home Economics and a bit of First Aid. The very last place where someone should put a puddle of BlamCo cheese sauce is the flood of the school kitchen. For one thing, it's very unsanitary and there's probably some sort of health regulation against storing "dairy" products on the floor. Another reason why one should refrain from placing a puddle of cheese on the floor is that it reduces the coefficient of friction to a significant degree, so much so that it could cause the former Assistant Lunch Lady to slip and shatter her hip on impact.

Enter Kristin ~~Blamco~~ Cream, the new Assistant Lunch Lady, who happened to be stopping at the school for her new assignment as the Assistant to the Assistant Lunch Lady, also known as the Pantry Guard. With the Assistant's ~~disposal~~ untimely accident, the former BlamCo spokeswoman found herself in a position to fill the newly vacated position.

"Isaac!" The School's Nurse called out to History Teacher Isaac Campbell, waving him down as he passed through the halls preparing for another year of introducing young minds to the wonders of World History, "This is Kristen, our new Assistant Lunch Aide. Could you be a dear and show her around the campus? We've had a small accident in the kitchen that requires my attention."

The School Nurse, Charlotte Sorrowfeld, walked off without waiting for an answer. From what Springvale High School's staff had been told when Charlotte was hired, she'd previously been the nurse for Roosevelt Academy, just prior to an outbreak of some of the more exotic diseases that shouldn't have even existed on the continental United States. Some said that she'd infected the students to increase their resistence against these diseases should the Chinese ever attack Washington D.C. with a chemical or biological weapon. Some said that she was sadistically crazy and did it because she thought all the students were too soft. Some said that she was a member of that new ENCLAVE militia that was starting in Washington D.C. Whatever the case, no one really liked her.

Rip Van Rabbit · Sep 1, 2015

Tessa O'Hare || Vault 101 Construction Site
"You seem tired."

The dark-haired thief was listening with closed eyes and bated breath. The rhythmic pounding of her heart in her ears went uninterrupted for a few moments, informing her that the immediate area was safe for the time being. Despite having safely cleared the tarp-covered fencing and taken refuge within the doorway to the Vault, Tessa was still taking every precaution to remain silent and undetected. Noting the hole that her younger sister had made in the plastic tarp, Tessa made a mental note to lecture her sister about minimising her presence on a job...or in general.

One might be wondering why two teenagers, one of them being wheelchair-bound and the other reacting to every sound like a twitchy rabbit, were spending their time at a dangerous construction site. The answer was nothing extraordinary to Tessa O'Hare, she wanted to make some easy money. The answer for Mercy O'Hare was much more complicated, since it was Mercy's idea to scout and scavenge the Vault for anything valuable yet discreet. Although the initial agreement was a technological device called a 'G.E.C.K.', Tessa refused to take something that was absurdly high-profile. She may have been a thief, but she wasn't stupid. One more lesson for the pampered younger sister to learn.

Light on her feet, yet quickening her pace, Tessa dismissed a nearby 'Lost & Found' box clearly meant for the construction workers. Trinkets at best and broken equipment at worst. Too easy, no, she needed something more substantial. Tapping the screen of Mercy's borrowed pip-boy, an incomplete map of the Vault noted that she was nearing the maintenance storage section.

Ideally, Tessa would have liked to have taken her exploration at her own leisure, but the presence of a lookout had put the sisterly duo on a time limit. Walking through the empty metallic corridors had put Tessa in an oddly contemplative mood, she wondered why her younger sister was so intent on joining during the more extracurricular activities. Admittedly, it was a relief, not having to dodge a barrage of questions from one more person whenever she would go back home, let alone having said person show an interest that was beyond self-serving...now that was a rare trait. If her time in juvenile detention had taught her anything, it was that loyalty was valuable and even more elusive than a diamond-encrusted rabbit.

Jackpot! Tessa had reached an employee locker room.

Now, an amateur would be tempted to start breaking stuff and attracting unwanted attention. For someone with more experience, like Tessa, it was more important to devise a plan for your break-in attempt and a backup plan for your accidental discovery. Grabbing a nearby blue worker's jumpsuit and safety helmet, Tessa at least looked the part at a cursory glance. Tugging on all of the padlocks and finding no accidental openings, Tessa muttered a curse under her breath and proceeded to use the helmet torch to illuminate the lock and her lockpick tools. People put too much faith in padlocks. Release one model and with a bit of time and practice, any would-be thief could create a master key. Even worse, according to her book-smart younger sister, companies would buy their equipment in bulk, meaning that identical models of locks were more common than thought. A great money-saver for the company, yet a massive security oversight as well.

Let's see what's behind door number one: Photographs, bootleg holodisks and a Pip-Boy 2000. Not bad! Quick to ensure that the device was off and to remove the memory module. Tessa intended to sell the current collector's item (according to her younger sister, yet again) and the information on the memory module separately. Careful to put everything back into place, the door to the locker was shut tight with a padlock once more, Tessa even scattered dust from the the floor over the lock to remove any trace of fingerprints. Opening up the modified schoolbag, a project that was completed with the help of her sister, the Pip-Boy 2000 was deposited underneath a false bottom. Anyone inspecting the bag would find ordinary clothes and comics.

Door number two: Grognak the Barbarian Issue #1 - 3 (Pocketed). A New Vault-Boy Bobblehead 'Luck' Edition (Definitely pocketed!). A bag of green pills carefully aligned in a bubble wrap cover. (Quickly stuffed back into place. Tessa would have no business being a chem-runner).

Door number thr --

"Oh crap! Oh crap! Oh crap!"

Shit!

That was none other than her younger sister, who was either a brilliant actor or in actual danger. Regardless of Tessa's corrosive brand of love, she did genuinely care about her sister. The two had only recently reunited and if anyone was going to take the fall or make a cover-up story, it would be the older sister.

Putting the borrowed outfit back into place, Tessa rushed through the Vault, retracing her steps at a rapid rate and stopping only to secure her bag and untie her hair. Having made her way outside, she made it a point to hop over the opposing side of the construction site and circle around entirely to Mercy's former position. Even if her younger sister was in trouble, if someone were to catch site of Tessa hopping a fence, that would make this little expedition all for naught. After peaking through plastic tarp covering this side of the fence, Tessa scaled the fence and nimbly landed on her feet. Adjusting her appearance as she hurried along, Tessa turned a corner on her vantage point only to catch a glimpse of a wheelchair discarded on the ground in the distance. Foregoing any further detail, the usually calm & collected female felt a wave of dread wash over her.

She needed to get down there...

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Kristin Cream || Springvale High School - The Cafeteria
"Nervous? Don't be silly."

"Pantry Guard!?", Kristin scoffed, as she was informed by the kitchen staff what exactly her current position would be. "Do you realise who I am? Hmm? Creator of the BlamCo Bee Sting, supreme model and culinary extraordinaire!"

She was met with no reply from the sunglasses-wearing black-shirted muscle-bound duo of the BlamCo kitchen staff while she was escorted to the cafeteria. Hmph! As expected from the Agents of BlamCo, utterly speechless in the face of truth. It was just like BlamCo to be short on the details or to rope her into yet another nefarious scheme. She had half a mind to turn on her heel and leave this place immediately!

Kristin would have done so, if it weren't for the following three events that had compelled her to stay:

Firstly, her escort had stopped dead in their tracks to hold a finger to their earpieces in trained unison. They started muttering to themselves. "Gamma Squad approaching the drop-zone. Subject D-E-D is acknowledged. Codename Valkyrie is en-route to your position. I repeat, omelette is scrambled, we are adding milk instead!"

"Uhm...", Kristin quizzically started and tapped the shoulder of the nearest BlamCo escort, "Can you tell me what is going on exactly?"

The man wearing sunglasses in-doors held up a hand and another to his earpiece, "The milk wants to be put in the microwave, how do we proceed? Over." Kristin simply tilted her head in bewilderment. After a few seconds, a direct response had finally arrived. "Congratulations, Miss Cream. BlamCo has recognised your enthusiasm and ambition. You have been promoted Assistant Junior Chef."

"I - what --- I mean! Good! Finally. It's about time that clerical error was rectified. 'Pantry Guard', hah!", Kristin smiled triumphantly, today might be a good day after all. Although if the BlamCo escort weren't wearing sunglasses, Kristin would have noted the puzzled looks at the phrase 'clerical error'. "Now I was not given a tremendous deal of information two days ago, is there someone in charge that I can talk to. Y'know someone...who can answer questions directly without consulting the voices in their ears?"

"I don't understand. How - how do you expect us to not address the District Director of Dairy directly?", the muscle-bound idiot had started to sound truly distressed at the thought of thinking for himself. Oddly, he was met with a hug from his partner and what one could only guess was a quick glare behind those glasses. Stopping just short of two large crimson double-doors, the two men turned on their heels and announced the following in a dull, rehearsed manner. "You have reached the Cheddar Chamber, also known as the Whey-Point and colloquially known as the Cafeteria. On behalf of BlamCo, enjoy your stay.", with an out-of-place salute, they exited down the corridor without another word, except for the highly-noticeable high-five.

Peering down at her clothing, Kristin double-checked that her white sun-dress was straight and clean. Pulling out a compact mirror, she put on a high-strung expression, held her head high and prepared to walk into the cafeteria in the same manner in which she would approach the modelling runway.

...

"Isaac!" A lady, completely unnoticed by Kristin who was in her own world, called out behind her, "This is Kristin, our new Assistant Lunch Aide. Could you be a dear and show her around the campus? We've had a small accident in the kitchen that requires my attention."

Spinning on her heel when she recognised her name, Kristin's hands were already placed on her hips while her back was arched. With an adjustment of the schoolbag on her hip and a flick of the hair, Kristin strutted towards an imposing man of equal height with a daintily outstretched hand.

"Kristin Cream! Model, TV star, BlamCo Extraordinaire. Pleased to meet you."

Texas Joker 52 · Sep 1, 2015

Arizona
The Last Two Weeks of Summer | Smith Casey's Garage | Eddie's Hot Rod
"Anatomy was always my favorite class."

Mornings were shit. Amanda Butcher, or Arizona to everyone who knew her and didn't want the backlash of using a name she didn't like, hated mornings with a passion. But, there were a few things that made mornings more bearable. Like coffee, a decent breakfast. A warm body underneath hers...

So when she felt something start to prod into her hip, her snoring cut off and she slowly stirred awake. The one eye not hidden by a curtain of messy red hair slowly opened to look down at the form beneath her, and the corner of her mouth twitched up into a smirk. She pushed herself up, the leather jacket draped over her slowly sliding down from her shoulders.

"Mmmmngh... Pretty sure that ain't my wrench jabbing into my..." she said, trailing off as she glanced up and out of the passenger window in front of her, specifically at the clock that hung against the garage's wall.

When she saw the time, she swore, and scrambled off of Eddie Callahan in a rush, grabbing her jacket and using it to cover herself.

"Shit, shit, shit! Eddie, wake up! Damnit, wake up!" she said, lightly slapping his face to try and rouse him.

When that didn't do the trick, she did the the only thing she could think of that would make sure to wake him: She reached down and started to squeeze.

"If you don't wake up, the boss is going to catch us naked. Again. I don't want him to see my tits again, and if you don't want him to see your ass again either, you'll wake your ass up!" she hissed into his ear, before letting go and stepping out of the hot rod to start searching for her clothes.

Given that they were strewn about the garage along with Eddie's that was easier said than done.

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[ jenna sorenson ]

The Last Two Weeks of Summer | Springvale Community | Sorenson Residence Garage
"It's the Amps that kill you. But Volts still really hurt."

The depths of the Sorenson Garage were almost akin to a comic book supervillain's lair. Or that of a mad scientist from a midnight science fiction feature. Regardless of which you equated the sight to, the garage door was open to let in the morning light. It was enough to satisfy the young woman inside, sitting on a rolling stool and hunched forward over a work table as she prodded some strange device with a soldering iron.

She peered at the device through the thick curtain of hair that hid the top half of her face, while her jaw worked at a piece of gum behind the collar of her turtleneck. After a short pause, she turned the device over and slowly brought the soldering iron down to finish off a circuit.

Only to flinch back and yelp as a harsh crack of electricity jolted her.

"Gah! Oh, so that's how it's going to be, huh?" she muttered darkly to herself, reaching up with her free hand to pull down her turtleneck's collar just enough to extract the gum from her mouth and toss it in the nearby trash.

She began to examine the device in front of her with renewed vigor, occasionally grabbing one of the magnifying lenses nearby to inspect her work. After giving it a short nod, she plugged a thick cord into it. Then she pushed herself away from one work table to roll to another, one with a RobCo Terminal already turned on, with bright red text rapidly scrolling on the screen. As she inspected the Termlink Code for any errors, misspellings or conflicting commands, she rested her cheek against a fist, one of the few patches of her face that wasn't completely hidden.

Something was wrong with her Pip-Girl v0.7, but she had the feeling it wasn't a software issue. Or at least, it wasn't just a software issue. No, the problem was likely with the hardware. With a sigh, she leaned over to the table with her Pip-Girl and snatched up another pack of gum. As she started chewing away at a fresh piece, she wondered if Springvale High still had a few defunct Terminals in storage. She didn't think they would mind her salvaging a few components if there were.

Evrant-Knight · Sep 1, 2015

Antonio "Toni" De Leon | Springvale Community | Outside Sorenson Residence

It was just another fine summer's day, and Antonio was at loss with regards on what to do today. School was not due to start for another two weeks. He had finished all the homework he had been assigned within the first fortnight of the holiday, and he couldn't just sit idly by and do nothing.

Then he remembered that, a couple of days ago, when testing out the propulsion system for his custom-built EyeBot, he had inadvertently burnt out a couple of the processor widgets on the stability matrix, which, when it worked properly meant the Bot would be able to flip and turn around without causing internal damage. It was a teething problem that Toni had been working on for a while, and had almost cracked it, when the incident occurred.

Problem was, the widgets needed were hard to come-by; but he did know somewhere, or rather, someone that kept a few of these crucial parts in stock. Namely one Moira Brown over at Springvale Supply. Both of them got along well when it came to talking about tech, and Miss. Brown would normally allow Toni to look through the collection of electrical parts when she ever happened to get a new stock in. So that's what he'd do, head over to the Supply and see what was there.

En-route to the store, Toni passed by the open garage belonging to the Sorenson family. Looking inside, he could see a figure wearing a turtle-neck jumper, hunched over a nearby desk working at a RobCo Terminal. All signs pointed to this being Jenna; no doubt working on that Pip-Girl of hers.

Toni had to admit, he considered Jenna to be something of an intellectual equal, possessing an inventive mind and cleverness that matched his own in many ways. Some would argue that the two were made for each other in some fashion, but it was that shy and timid nature of Jenna's that made normal conversation difficult. Still, it couldn't hurt to check in and see how things were going.

"Morning Jenna, hard at work I take it?" Toni asked as he called out to Jenna who was at the opposite end of the garage to him.

CrystalShadow · Sep 2, 2015

[HEADING=3]Ayana Watkins[/HEADING]
Outside Moriarty's Malt Shop
"Is this some kind of practical joke?"

Ayana hugged her favourite doll nervously as she walked slowly down the main street of Springvale.
'Doll' was perhaps not the best description, as it was more like a stuffed toy.
The huge eyes and cat-ears barely visible as she gripped it tightly against her chest.
She was 14 years old, but you probably wouldn't know it to look at her.
A tiny thing wearing an overly cute frilly black lolita dress, a fluffy white backpack with cat-ears, and tightly clinging to a stuffed toy suggested someone far younger.

She glanced around nervously. While she had been here before, this was the first time she
had come out here by herself.
Previously, she had only ever been here with her father.
But he was busy.
These days he was always busy.
There was a lot going on around her, though little of it interested her right now.
She was regretting coming out here already.
There were people staring at her, she could tell. And some didn't look altogether friendly.
To make matters worse, she was starting to feel particularly nauseated, and dizzy.
Every step made it just that tiny bit more difficult to keep going.

Reaching the entrance to Moriarty's Malt shop, she momentarily closed her eyes.
In that one brief moment, she had run headlong into another girl, which, somehow, she had not noticed.
They collided with what seemed to Ayana a somewhat unreasonable amount of force, and yet,
She felt something soft...
And warm...
It took her a moment to realise she had gotten her head wedged right in the other girl's cleavage.
An unfortunate side effect of this girl being more than a foot taller than her.
It had meant she was at just the right height to get her head shoved between the girl's breasts...

"Ehhhhhhhhhh?!?!?!? Nani?!" The girl exclaimed rather loudly and dramatically.
The reaction seemed almost comical, and absurd to Ayana.
Like something you'd see in a third rate Anime only diehard Otaku would watch.
And yet, in the shock of it, and since it was clearly Japanese, however badly pronounced, she reflexively attempted to apologise.
Also in Japanese.
All that resulted however, was a faint, muffled sqeak, from somewhere between the other girl's bosom.

Ayana started to blush, and panicked a little, as she tried to extract herself from this... Trap.
Finally managing to free herself, she took a step back, and, again, reflexively, faintly uttered a
very formal japanese apology, while bowing deeply...
Somewhere in the bow she glanced around, remembered where she was, and realised this just looked really, really strange.
she hurriedly stood up straight again.
A bit of a mistake, as she almost passed out from it.
Still, she thought she made that look like it was she was fine.
She hoped.
"I'm sorry" she said, rather quietly.
Her accent was rather at odds with her appearance.
Rather than sounding Japanese, or even American.
Instead, it seemed to be that of some kind of British aristocrat.
Or at least, some close approximation thereof.

Ayana had gone bright red by this point, and was glancing around nervously, looking for a way out of this awkwardness...

Not knowing what else to do, she bowed slightly, then ran off.
She felt that was probably incredibly rude of her,
but she really had run out of ideas, and wanted desperately to get out of that situation.

She forced the door of the malt shop open, and slipped inside.
Looking around, she spotted an empty table secluded away in a far corner.
Nice and Quiet.
She had been here before of course.
Just not by herself.

Her father had dragged her around to all the major businesses in the area.
Or at least, the ones that might have been relevant to a girl Ayana's age.
He'd said he'd just wanted to spend some time with his only daughter,
but she got the distinct impression he had been making some great show of making sure all
the people running these businesses were well aware of who she was.
She was his daughter, he seemed to say. Almost as if it were some kind of subtle threat.

Most of them had taken the hint.
Her Father, Adrian Watkins, wasn't just any old person after all.
He was in charge of one of the few companies in existence that still imported goods from overseas.
He might possibly also have cornered the market on shipping goods to this part of the country in general.
In short, if you sold much of anything around here, you probably didn't want to risk pissing off such an important supplier.
Not that Adrian would ever be that petty, but he did not hesitate to exploit that fear if it kept them from being abusive to his only daughter.

As to why anyone might want to abuse Ayana, well, the answer wasn't so hard to come by.
She was Japanese. And it showed.
Which in and of itself would not have been so bad, were it not for the number of people who took one look at her and immediately assumed she might be Chinese instead.
And in these times of tension and conflict, being Chinese, around these parts, could get you into a lot of trouble.

Ayana struggled past everyone, trying not to let it show how much of an effort it was, and sat down heavily at a table in the corner.
She glanced around again. That girl with the blue hair was still tapping out some kind of rythm on the table with a pair of drumsticks.
She seemed to glance over at another girl, with a blonde ponytail and grey eyes.
The blonde girl was wearing rather a lot of clothes, and seemed to be trying very hard to disguise the fact that her right arm was missing.

Ayana sighed heavily. The nausea might have subsided a little, but the dizziness was getting a lot worse. She felt weak, dizzy, and very, very tired.

She soon found someone had come to her table, and asked her something.
It was one of the guys that worked at the malt shop.
She didn't get the feeling they ordinarily waited tables like that, but her father had pulled so many strings around town she wouldn't be surprised if half the town knew about her.

"What can I get you, Miss Watkins?" Sure enough, her father must've said something. The question seemed a little forced, and said in a far too formal way for her liking.
Still, she ignored it. This wasn't the time to worry about every little thing.

Ayana ordered a Strawberry parfait, a banana split, and asked him to bring her a huge bag of sweets or something.
She didn't have any money on her, but she was fairly sure arrangements had been made anyway.
They'd just send her dad the bill no doubt.

Her head was really starting to hurt now.
She reached into her backpack, which she had placed next to her on the bench, and fumbled around, checking the dozen or so different medicine bottles to see which one might help.
Digging one out of the bag, she placed it on the table.

This was not a good day to have gone out anywhere.

FalloutJack · Sep 2, 2015

The reason that Mercy had so-easily caught on to the fact that Drake was incoming was that the boy tended to play music from his radio here and there, which means - and he really didn't worry about this happening - that you could definitely tell he was in the vicinity whenever he was doing this. He had no reason exactly for silence, and when he went along walking, sometimes he liked to hear some tunes. A snazzy tune was playing now as his wanderings took him in the direction of the Vault construction site. He had no reason in being there. He had no definite reason to be anywhere unless he really needed to. People understood that he was like this sometimes, and other generally grew to accept this, much like the antics of someone he knew back in his old home. See, there was this girl in the neighborhood, Sherry, who leapt from rooftop to rooftop. It was strange, but cool, and largely harmless. Drake was uhh...not exactly paying attention to where he was going, as he also had the tendency to have his mind wander as much as his feet, but he looked up when he heard-

"Oh crap! Oh crap! Oh crap!"

-and found a girl in a wheelchair accelerating towards him, unable to stop. Now, people in general didn't know much about Drake Kazuna. He'd transferred in with his family, he was pretty smart and capable, and so on. One thing that WAS known out of the smattering of little facts...was that he was actually a pretty decent guy. So, when he saw this coming, he held the beefy jerky stick he'd had in his mouth, crouched down low, and shot his hands out to meet the brakes of Mercy's wheelchair or - failing that - using that leverage to push against the momentum and make it stop. The results of that trial in a moment...

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It should be known that Bob's full name was not simply Roberto 'Torpedo' Malcontente'. It was Roberto 'Torpedo' Malcontente' Jr., after his old man, known to the US Army as Sergeant Roberto Malcontente' The 2nd, or Bob Sr. This is not important, just rather interesting, and relevent since his father had actually asked him to go fill some errands at the same place he was going, providing him with a little money to cover both their needs. So, Bob was out and about in his street clothes and jacket, heading for Springvale Supply. Just uhh...one problem. There was this ponce, you see. He was calling Bob a thing of beauty, which was fine because he was a helluva slab of Smoke Man-Muscle, but he was pretty sure the guy just called him a chick. So, enter Bob into the scene, looking quite imposing before the Shakespear-ing fellow.

Bob: Look, Frenchy. I know I'm a real lady's man, but that's NOT what that's suppose to mean. You have to control yourself! Now, ponce away or I'll Re-fenestrate you.

This statement of threat did not make immediate sense, unless you were aware that Bob liked to look up violent words in the dictionary. When he came across defenestration, he probably figured re-fenestration meant shoving someone through a window the other way. He may even have been right, but would that be enough to make Braveer Exit Stage Right, or is Bob going to be needing cries of 'Out, out, damn spot!'?

Generic NPC 22 · Sep 2, 2015

Wild Wastelands High School | Moriarty's Malt Shop
"The Call of the Sylphee"
Sylphee Smithford

Sylphee Smithford recognized the young girl who had entered the Malt Shop as belonging to one of the new hot shots in town. Anna? Anaya? Ayana! That was it. Being the daughter of the Principal of Springvale High School was both a benefit as well as a curse. On the benefits side, it gave her access to a large amount of information on the student body which made it easier to interact with them. On the curse side, it meant that she was sometimes tasked with being nice to some of the children belonging to the more important figures within the community, such as that Jason Douglas fool that her sisters were always clinging on.

Opening up her purse, Sylphee slipped the drumsticks into the bag and picked up her drink, a Sugarbombs Shake, and walked over to the table where Ayana Watkins was sitting. Noticing the pharmacy of medications that the girl had placed upon the table, the Plasticine smile that was pasted onto her face faded for a moment before returning to its normal intensity.

"Hi there! You're Ayana Watkins right? My father told me that we'd be getting a new arrival from Japan this year." The Blue Haired Oldest Dectuplet said cheerfully, as she ignored the potential that the seated girl would be passing out right in front of her... after all that's what the cool kids were supposed to do right?, "Sorry. I'm just the rudest. My name is Sylphee, Sylphee Smithford. I'm totally pleased to meet you?"

She stood there for a moment before taking a seat from the rather distraught looking young girl who appeared to be 12 years old rather than the 14 years old that her father had informed her that she was.

"So I take it that you've met Constance Sorrowfeld," The Blue Haired Debutante commented as she pointed at the glass entrance to the girl who had her nose pressed against the window, staring in towards Ayana. Seeing Sylphee pointing at her, the 15 year old girl wearing a head band with a pair of furry cat ears attached to them waved at the two before entering the Malt Shop. Turning to Ayana, Sylphee whispered conspiratorially, "Don't worry about her. She's totally just a Japan-phile. She's really harmless and let me tell you something, if you really really value being popular, I'd refrain from hanging out with her too often. People will talk."

"Ohio, Sylphee-Chan!" The gushing girl said as she sat down at the table, looking at the plethora of medications on the table.

"That's 'Ohayou,'"The Smithford commented in an accent far better than Constance's, "I mean really, Constance, haven't you taken a class in Japanese yet?"

"E-ay." The Chipper Loli-Taku responded with a grin as she picked up one of Ayana's medicine bottles and started shaking the bottle, "What's this? Is this traditional herbal medication?"

"No, it's Tylenol. I think she hurt herself running into your fun bags." Sylphee said as she took the bottle from Constance and popped it open before tapping out two pills into her hands and handing it to Ayana, "At least I'm sure that's what's wrong with her. She hasn't really said much since I sat down."

"She totally said Go-men-i-sigh to - OW!" Constance exclaimed as someone's foot impacted against her shin.

"Calm down, please. I think we're making her nervous." Sylphee responded calmly before turning to Ayana, her smile still on her face, "Now, Ayana. Are you okay? You're looking a little ... unsettled."
[hr]

Wild Wastelands High School | Outside Vault 101
"Conservation of Momentum"
Mercy O'Hare

This might be a good spot for another in-world lesson in physics. In the world of physics, there's something called the Law of Conservation of Momentum. The law states that objects in motion like to remain in motion. When evaluating the events that are about to unfold, we should also consider Newton's Third Law which states that for every action there is an equal and opposite reaction.

In the case of Drake Kazuna's attempt to stop a girl in an out of control wheelchair, stopping the wheelchair would be a rather simple matter. All the young man had to do was exert a Force that was equal to the force that was being exerted upon him by the wheelchair. Since his body had contained more mass than the wheelchair it was relatively easy to stop the wheelchair. Of course, this is where Conservation of Momentum kicked in. You see, Mercy O'Hare was NOT strapped into the wheelchair. This meant that when the wheelchair came to an abrupt stop, the girl continued to travel.

Whether or not Drake was ready for the weight of the young woman crashing into him was not the point. She still had enough mass to knock him off balance. She still had enough mass to make the process of stopping her from rolling down the hill a rather difficult situation.

Also... people just get really freaked out when young girls fly out of their wheelchairs into your arms.

So, young physicists, what do we have on the other side of the equals sign? If your answer is they ended up exploding, you're in the wrong class. If your answer is the young Good Samaritan was knocked backwards onto his back due to the impact of the young girl, you're correct and deserve a gold star!

"OwWWWWWwWwwWW!" The young girl whined as she reached down to rub the side of her hip, her hand coming away to reveal a flash of scraped skin through a rip in her pants. Looking at the older boy that had saved her, Mercy looked at him rather concerned, "Ar... are you okay?!"

Looking around, Mercy spotted her sister rounding the corner in a hurry, the sight bringing a sense of warmth inside of the young girl's chest. It was either love or she'd scraped something there as well. Waving at her beloved older sister, Mercy signaled that she was okay. The man that had saved her on the other hand might have been another story.

"Tess! I... I think I killed him!" Mercy called out.

Silence · Sep 2, 2015

Violet | Moriarty's Malt Shop

Violet, shoulders slumped and hoping nobody would notice her, just arrived at the first free table in Moriarty's malt shop, after a long and exhausting day of buying groceries. She wore casual clothing: Sneakers, a skirt, and a jacket, even though it was too warm for it. Putting the bag of groceries on the place next to her, she tried looking out of the window and acting as casual as possible.

That was when she noticed that just casually walking in did not seem possible, as people were staring at her, and one of the dectuplets (was that the right word? And which one was it?), who had impatiently banged some drumsticks against the table, had at least changed the rhythm. Trying to ignore whoever did something in reaction to her, she ordered a salad, and waited, still acting completely normal (not acting at all would probably have made her look more normal than this), until it was done.

The arrival arriving after her seemed to be a godsend. It was a tiny girl, obviously asian, who drew all the stares away from Violet. Knowing the ins and outs of the current war, she correctly assumed that the girl could not be chinese, else she probably would live in an internment camp. But more information about her came only through the behaviour of others. Some Ayana Watkins (the name rang a bell. Several, in fact. None of them too good.), now speaking with Sylphee Smithford (so that was her name) and the weird girl. Well, weird was relative in this company, but she still seemed the weirdest of them all.

Her salad arriving, Violet began to eat it. Or rather, attempted to. Some lettuce leafs were a little too big, and trying to cut them proved a lot more difficult, if you could not hold them with a fork. And if you were not used to cutting with your left hand. Giving up after just a few seconds, and really not wanting to ask for help, lest it would draw attention to her, she forked a big leaf and pushed it into her mouth.

Whatever the plan had been, it definitely did not work as intended. Instead of chewing the salad into tiny bits, Violet nearly choked on it. Violently coughing, and spewing salad all over her plate, she probably drew more attention than she had any time before. Which was not too bad, because she desperately needed someone to help her not choke.

CrystalShadow · Sep 2, 2015

[HEADING=3]Ayana Watkins[/HEADING]
Moriarty's Malt Shop
"A daughter's duty to the family honour."

Ayana's head was spinning.
She forced herself to concentrate on something. Anything in the room.
A singular point of focus.
It helped somewhat, and the feeling subsided a little.
At least she could regain enough awareness of her environment pretend she knew what was going on.

She saw the blue-haired girl put something away, and get up from where she was seated.
It was clear the girl was headed straight for her.

oh great. Ayana thought. just what I need.
She recognised the fake smile the girl had all too well.
This was the kind of obsequious behaviour she was all too familiar with.
She sighed quietly.

She'd only just got here, and clearly she already had a reputation of some kind.

When dealing with your lessers, always remember.
Be gracious. Be polite. And never show them your weakness.
Such is the duty of a daugther of a noble family.
She recalled. One of many things her grandmother had drilled into her.
Hiding her weakness at this point was practically a lost cause.
But, she tried her best anyway.
Which was why she had tried so hard act as though she wasn't as sick as she actually was.

Not that she cared much for that stupid nonsense her family in Japan had insisted on.
But it had been repeated to her so often it had become ingrained in her.

Her family hated her of course. For much the same reasons that they insisted on her learning such archaic nonsense.
Noble family. What a joke.
But, they took it very seriously.
It's like they were about 4 centuries behind on reality or something.
They acted as though the rules of feudal Japan still applied to the present day.
And that is why they hated her.
Because, she was only half Japanese.
And they treated that as though it was some unforgivable sin.
The living reminder of her Mother's defiance and disgrace.
It wasn't as though the Watkins family were nobodies either.
But they weren't Japanese. And that was enough.
Not only had her mother married for love, rather than doing her duty and marrying who the family had dictated, she had chosen a foreigner. An Outsider.
They had never forgiven her for that.
And Ayana bore the brunt of that resentment more often than not.

All of that though, held little relevance to the immediate situation. Her Japanese family was something she hoped she wouldn't have to deal with much anymore.
She missed Japan, certainly, but if she never had to see any of her family again, she'd be perfectly OK with that.

Ayana caught a glimpse of the girl just as she had spotted the medicine on the table. The girl's facade crumbled momentarily, but soon returned to it's former fake cheer.
Ayana cursed herself silently for not hiding that better, though she supposed it hardly mattered at this point.
The whole town probably knew. Or would do soon, regardless.

"Hi There! You're Ayana Watkins right? My father told me that we'd be getting a new arrival from Japan this year" The blue-haired girl said in a positively obnoxiously happy way.

Ayana blinked, and hugged Nekochan - which is what she called her cat doll.
For all that she had remembered a moment before about etiquette, and the formalities of nobility,
she had forgotten it all now that someone was actually talking to her.

She blinked a few more times. She hoped her confusion wasn't too obvious.

"Sorry. I'm just the rudest. My name is Sylphee. Sylphee Smithford. I'm totally pleased to meet you?"

Ayana was about the respond, but Sylphee apparently wasn't going to wait.
"So I take it that you've met Constance Sorrowfeld," Sylphee said, as she pointed at the girl, who presently had her face pressed against the glass, and was apparently staring at her.
Somehow, she hadn't managed to remember much about the girl. Her usual perceptions had blanked her out for some inexplicable reason, earlier.
She noted Constance was definitely looking directly at her, and seemed to be wearing cat-ears on her head.

Ayana glanced back at Sylphee, and managed a barely audible "yes", confirming that this was someone she knew.
Or rather, the girl she had bumped into earlier.

Constance waved at them, and entered the Malt Shop.

"Don't worry about her. She's totally just a Japan-phile. She's really harmless and let me tell you something, if you really really value being popular, I'd refrain from hanging out with her too often. People will talk." Sylphee whispered.

Ayana glanced back at Constance. Sure enough, she had that... Look about her. She was some kind of Otaku at the very least. Judging by Sylphee's remark...
There was... What was that word one of her English tutors had used? weed? Weebuu?
She couldn't remember. But it seemed, whatever that word was, it probably described Constance quite well.

Ayana closed her eyes for a moment. Well, clearly, this Constance was going to be a nuisance. But she seemed friendly enough. Obsessive perhaps, but that, was something Ayana understood.
It was no big deal.

Sylphee's words were a little more troublesome. Sylphee's kind Ayana also knew pretty well. Someone who was friendly merely because of who you were, but probably secretly hated you.
Or at least, didn't like you anywhere near as much as they pretended to.
Ayana hated the pettiness of those kind of things.
Games of juvenile politics, played out for the silliest of reasons.

She hugged nekochan tighter.
Her left hand was beginning to twitch. A fact she tried to hide as best she could.
It was never a good sign.
She hoped she wouldn't have a seizure or something.
Her seizures were infrequent, and mild, but she always found it very embarrassing.

"Ohio, Sylphee-Chan!" Constance gushed, sitting down at the table uninvited.
The girl seemed to be eyeing Ayana's medications. well, at least she doesn't seem particularly concerned about earlier. Ayana thought.
It was a small relief at least. She blushed a little as she remembered it.
It didn't help that she was starting to think she liked girls...
As more than just friends.
She wasn't really sure though, and had never actually met anyone at all she was particularly attracted to...

"That's 'Ohayou," Sylphee replied. "I mean really, Constance, haven't you taken a class in Japanese yet?"
Ayana tried to repress a mixture of laughter and frustration. It came out as a barely audible little giggle.
The two of them had terrible pronounciation and were horribly butchering things. Admittedly Sylphee's correction was far better than the mess that Constance came out with, but it was hardly good...

"E-ay." was the response from the girl with the cat-ears. Some horribly butchered thing she'd copied from some anime or the like no doubt.
She grabbed one of the bottles of Ayana's medicines without warning. What's this? Is this traditional herbal medication?" she asked?
Ayana almost groaned in frustration, listening to this girl, but just about managed to restrain herself.

"No, it's Tylenol. I think she hurt herself running into your fun bags." Sylphee's rather acidic response rang.
Ayana's blush deepened a little.
"At least I'm sure that's what's wrong with her. She hasn't really said much since I sat down."
She handed Ayana two pills she had taken out of one of the bottles.

Ayana took them, and swallowed them, without so much as a gulp of water.
It didn't seem to accomplish much.

It was true. Ayana hadn't said much. She felt out of place, and sick, and this was all going a bit too fast for her.
She blinked a few more times.

She could feel it was getting difficult to concentrate again.

"She totally said Go-men-i-sigh to - OW!" Ayana just about caught that, as Constance repeated her own words from earlier in the most horribly broken pronounciation Ayana had ever heard in her life.

Ayana blacked out suddenly. She just about caught that Sylphee had said something, but had no idea what.
The blackout lasted only a few seconds at most, but she was very disoriented when she came round, and her head throbbed, shooting pain running down her spine.

Now, Ayana. Are you okay? You're looking a little... unsettled." Sylphee said.
Ayana wasn't sure if they had noticed her little blackout, but she still persisted in trying to brush her sickness aside.
"Y... Yes..." She squeaked, in a tiny, barely audible voice.

She looked at them both.
"I'm Ayana Watkins. Pleased to meet you both." she said. It was louder, but still rather quiet.
The greeting didn't really make sense either at this point. And she felt it might be far too formal, or even altogether wrong. But she was confused, overwhelmed, and presently in quite a lot of pain, so she tried not to worry.

She regarded the two girls now sitting across from her. She found them both rather annoying. Though Constance seemed to be friendly enough, her odd behaviour and the rather obsessive way she looked at Ayana would probably start to grate after a while.
As for sylphee... She seemed more normal. But perhaps far more dangerous. While her motives were unclear, it was obvious she was putting on an act of some kind.
Ayana recognised that kind of thing all too well. The act of someone that doesn't nessesarily like you, but thinks you're important somehow, and thus pretends to be your best friend.

Ayana decided to match sylphee's performance for the moment. At least, as far as that was plausible in her current state.
"W-would you l-l-like s-something? I-It's m-my treat." She stuttered, quietly.
Oh great. she thought. now I'm stuttering too.
Ayana only stuttered when she was particularly nervous. She absolutely hated it.
She particularly hated that it happened so much more often when she spoke English than when she spoke Japanese.

Her thoughts were interrupted suddenly by a bout of violent coughing from a table nearby.
It was the one-armed girl she had spotted earlier.
She seemed to be choking in something.

Ayana hesitated. She felt she had to do something, but if she got up from her seat in her present condition it's very likely she'd black out again...
And if she blacked out while standing the chances of her hitting her head on something as she fell was also quite high.
Which would only make the situation inside the malt shop that much worse.
...
But...
If she said something, she'd have to admit how ill she was...
Ayana pushed the thoughts aside.
Someone's life was at stake!
This was no time to worry about anything so trivial as that!

"S-somebody! She's choking!" She tried to shout, but it came out rather more subdued, and barely audible.

Ayana sighed. "You two... Please do something. That girl is choking. I want to help her. But if I stand up right now, I'll probably pass out, and that won't help her at all!" She hoped they had heard her, and someone would do something.

She didn't get to find out if they had listened or not though, because at that exact moment she blacked out again...

Demonjazz · Sep 2, 2015

John Jacobs Moriarty's Malt Shop
John Jacobs rolled his eyes at Moriarty. "And while you're at it Moriarty. Why don't you yell at the sun for going down 10 seconds before it should. Or perhaps the temperature is five degrees off from what the weather man said! Not even a full minute late, you old crone!" He said in a joking manner while unpacking everything from the back of his truck. He was carrying his bag of peanuts, and offered a few to Moriarty. Who accepted with a bunch of grumbles, and his usual spiel about responsibility, and etc. Which John shrugged off, and instead kept talking. "Plus, you should have been paying attention to the door. Was stopping to see if that little girl needed help to get out that poor woman's cleavage." He said giving a small chuckle, and cracking open a peanut. "It was like something out of a bad sitcom-AND OH GOD! That's person's chocking!" Exclaimed John. He said rushing over to woman.
Uh... Okay, I got this! The Heimlich maneuver can't be that hard! I watched that video in training! Step 1:grab onto the victim's chest. He looked down to his hands. Below the breasts... And uh... You just kind of. With a couple of thrusts the piece of spinach was dislodged out of the woman's throat. Leaving a mildly embarrassed John, and what must be a very distressed Violet
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The Fabulous Braveer Springvale Supply
You see, the thing about Braveer is that he's really stupid... Well that's not entirely true. He does fine with work, and has the capacity to memorize entire scripts worth of dialogue, but if you asked Braveer how to react to a man threatening you his most likely answer is fencing duel. "Thouest are right! You are not mine fair maiden Juliet! Thou I wishest upon the stars, and moons that she would come, she hast not! It was only the wishful thinking of a fool in love-" Cue glittery tears. "-To mistake that of the jealous, and vengeful suitors of my maiden who hath lusteth for the fair maiden for far too long! If thou wantest mine fair Juliet that I must challenge thee to a duel! Engarde!" He said grabbing the nearest stick like object, grabbing one for himself, and then tossing another one to Bob
OOC: Do whatever you want. Braveer is not going to win this fight.

FalloutJack · Sep 3, 2015

Yes, well, Drake hadn't been expecting that conservation of momentum thing to kick in like that. People in wheelchairs usually have their hands on either the wheels or the...Whadya call 'em?...HANDLES. He was directly on-target for the brakes on the wheelchair, excellent form to stop it. And then, Mercy kept on going... As a result, ~~Drake exploded~~ the two of them were thrown back, catapulting Drake onto his back and smacking his head against the pavement. His backpack was thrown loose, skidding across the ground to a stop. The sharp blow to the noggin disoriented the boy, a while flash of pain assaulting his senses and making him not want to move at the present moment.

[sub]"Ar... are you okay?!"[/sub]

Not really, but he was silent for a moment, as he hadn't really responded with more than "Gmrkle".

[sub]""Tess! I... I think I killed him!""[/sub]

Drake: ...Dunnn...wanna go...

Err, he's not quite dead. Those deep-green eyes open up again and he's starting to focus.

Drake: Nnngghhh... Still here, huh?

He looked at Mercy now.

Drake: Hey uhh...I've got a funny question. What happened?

>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

Bob was getting rather impatient with the Ponce as he was still talking Thy Dungeonman at him. He was just about to Smash LampJaw this guy when...something overcame him. When he was tossed the stick, which he caught easily, he was harkened back to his ancestor...Lord Roberto Malcontente' The First. The ancient Spanish Warrior suddenly manifested in that stick. However...

Bob: Hola, mi nombre es Bob Malcontente '. Mataste a mi padre. Preparate a morir.

Much to the sudden surprise of La Ponce de Abrami, Bob swung was not playing at this, at all. His swings were making loud whipping noises as he forced the other boy to defend himself or duck and dodge, or something. However, the first time their sticks actually connected, that stick of his was in pieces. And then, Bob dove at him suddenly with a "DAAAAAAAHHH!!!"!

[HEADING=1]INSIDE...[/HEADING]

Moira was, assuming she was not experimenting with something, taking inventory for Springvale Supply when suddenly...Dirk HardPeck! The door crashed open - which made the bell there ding-a-ling, of course - as Bob rammed an oddly-dressed young man into the store, then stood over him, doing a victory dance!

Bob: Tor-pe-do! Tor-pe-do!

ServebotFrank · Sep 3, 2015

| Isaac Campbell-Springvale High School - The Cafeteria

With a few strokes of a pen, Isaac scratched away at the numerous sheets of paper laid before him on his desks. Every year there's always assignments to think up, tests to form, seats to assign, and always letters from students trying to get in good with "The Toughest Teacher in Springvale." In actuality, nothing could make Isaac view a student with contempt more than attempting to contact him personally. To him, relationships with the students starts and ends in the class room. Not once has Isaac ever formed a personal connection with a student and not will he ever.

"Ridiculous," he growled under his breadth, "ever year."

He marked which students sent him the letters and decided to take a short break before performing some last minute preparations for class.

As he walked past the the cafeteria he recognized the voice of the school nurse, Charlotte, calling out to him, "Isaac!This is Kristen, our new Assistant Lunch Aide. Could you be a dear and show her around the campus? We've had a small accident in the kitchen that requires my attention." Before Isaac could even open his mouth to refuse, she was off without bothering to hear him reply.

For the last time, I am not a dear, and I am not a tour guide.

As Isaac turned around, a rather pretty woman approached him extending out a hand, "Kristin Cream! Model, TV star, BlamCo Extraordinaire. Pleased to meet you."

Oh good lord, this will be a nightmare.

Isaac gave the absolute quickest of handshakes, making a note of her general attitude which was started to grate on his nerves. The absolute last thing he desired at the moment was to give a tour to a pompous member of the kitchen staff. Trying his best to keep the contempt out of his voice, "Mr. Campbell, if you will follow me."

Campbell is not a great conversationalist, not by any steps of the imagination. He led Kristin throughout the school, relaying bare bones information in an attempt to get the tour out of the way as fast as possible so he may get back to work.

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