[d20 Modern / 4CtF] Windy City Mutants: Genesis [PG-17]

[KitanaVorr]

Monday, 6:15pm
Lincoln High 'Dungeon' hallway, Oak Grove

Lana snickered. "Oh nice comeback, Waverly. You spend 99% of your brain power to come up with that? I can see that the only way you got into any of my classes is your daddy paying off the school."

What am I?! Only a Stacy clone? A doll to be battered about? Inside she hurt though her expression remained derisive at Luke. Even people who want to hurt Stacy would rather hurt me instead...and leave her untouched. I suppose if one of us lives the charmed life...the other has to exist in hell. The universe has to balance out somehow.

Readying her skateboard, she watched warily though trying not to appear that she is. If he attacks, she'll press hard on the back of her skateboard and send the front tip of her board into his knee.

Looking at Luke's face now, she wondered if she would die tonight, or perhaps when it was over, that she'd wished she had died.

What's there to live for anyway?

 

[Keia]

Monday, 6:15pm
Lincoln High gymnasium, Oak Grove

As Lorenzo walked through the halls he thought, Damn, this is almost impossible to find people within this school. Ease up, Zo, you gave it you best shot. If you can't find them you can't find them. Odds are, nothings going on anyway. Luke and his gang probably split after you talked to them. And Lana's probably boarding somewhere. Lorenzo quickens his pace through the halls, looking and listened for another minute or two. Then, he heads back to the gym to see if they aren't already back there and he missed them.

 

[Jemal]

Jon stands around the corner watching, read to rush to the aid of the 'defensless damsel in distress'
(HEHE)

 

[Krizzel]

Monday, 6:04pm
On the streets, South Side

"Whoa!" the clerk repeated, following it with a curse as his brain struggled to comprehend the situation. One hand reached shakily for the phone behind the counter.

In the back of the store, next to the cooler, Macario spotted a plain white door with an 'Employees Only' sign attached to it. Further examination was interrupted by a fierce shove which thrust the door back into him, opening it by a good foot. A denim covered leg immediately shot into the space, blocking the door from closing, followed by an arm that struggled to get around the door and grasp Macario's wrist, falling just short. The sleeve of a black jacket pulled up to reveal pasty white skin adorned with several gold bracelets behind thin cloth gloves.

The bottoms of Macario's toes stung like they were being pricked by hundreds of needles, as did his fingers and palms against the door. His back and neck felt like all the hairs were standing on end, itching turning to burning, burning turning to pain.

 

[Krizzel]

Monday, 6:15pm
Lincoln High gymnasium, Oak Grove

"Aw I can't wait! But it's a suprise," Chris protested. "It's cool you can stay out late - I was hoping..." he admitted, smiling while he chewed on a fry himself. "I really wish our parents would let us stay out all the way until Sunday night - that would be so awesome."

Meanwhile on the court, one of the visiting team's players was driving towards the basket, trying to beat the last defender and make his almost-breakaway complete. And break past he did - until the Lincoln player caught the other boy's foot with his toe, sending him tumbling onto the court. A foul whistle blew almost immediately, and several of the players from both sides started staring daggers at each other as a free throw was set up.

 

[Krizzel]

Monday, 6:16pm
Lincoln High 'Dungeon' hallway, Oak Grove

"Whatever," Luke brushed off with a smirk. "Classes are stupid. I'm going pro, so I don't need them. It's just to make things look nice for the recruiters," he explained, with a round of agreeing nods and sounds from his cronies, perhaps tinged with even a little awe. "The teachers know better than to mess with me."

He took another couple steps forward, crossing his arms and raising one dark brow, still about fifteen feet away. "Question is though what do I do to you for being such a b#&$@... You totally made me look bad by pissing me off."

 

[KitanaVorr]

Monday, 6:16pm
Lincoln High 'Dungeon' hallway, Oak Grove

"You stupid f#ck...it isn't that hard to piss you off, much less make you look bad. You do just fine with that on your own." Lana gave him a pretty little sneer. "So why don't you go find some weak-willed girl that actually believes the bullsh#t that comes out of your mouth and leave the real women to the real men."

Resting her hands on her hips, she straightened, shoulders back, eyeing him with those steely eyes of hers, a corner of her lips curving into that ever familiar smirk. "Pro...hah...the only think you're pro at is being a professional @ss...so you can turn that pro-ass around and take it out of my skating territory...unless of course you got something worth keeping here."

Her foot tapped the deck of her board. "Like a little bit of competition?"

 

[Krizzel]

Monday, 6:16pm
Lincoln High 'Dungeon' hallway, Oak Grove

"Your territory?" Luke laughed. "I could have you kicked out of here in a second. You won't be skating anywhere without that," he threatened, pointing to her 'board. "And we all know you're hardly a real woman. You're waaay too tight for that, and slutting around with your little girlfriend isn't going to loosen you up."

He shrugged and ran a hand up through his hair. "I don't need to compete - I already get whatever I want here, it's time you learn that. But I'm a nice guy, Lana," he sneered, adding in just a bit of lewdness this time. "I'll let you work off what I owe you for insulting me, instead of hurting you."

 

[KitanaVorr]

Monday, 6:16pm
Lincoln High 'Dungeon' hallway, Oak Grove

Lana's dark brows lengthened as her eyes narrowed slightly. A faint blush touched her cheeks but still she glared him down and stilled any fear the increasingly tense situation fluttered around in her belly.

"Work off?! In your dreams! I'm not one of those prissy idiots you date, Waverly." Those narrowed eyes flashed. "And as far as I'm concerned, this is all you're going to get from me."

Following a not so nice single finger salute, she turned her back on him and pushed off on her skateboard in an angry huff, determined to put some distance between them before she really blew up at him.

 

[Krizzel]

Monday, 6:17pm
Lincoln High 'Dungeon' hallway, Oak Grove

"Fine," Luke Waverly huffed with annoyance. "Get her!" he urged as a curse, taking off after Lana on his running-back's legs, his friends following along a few paces behind as best they could, with a startling blast of hoots and yells.

----

Lorenzo wasn't expecting to find anything in his brief search, picking hallways almost at random. But just when he was about to give up, he turned a corner and saw three people. They were standing on the other side of a series of glass doors that separated this section of the school from a younger addition to the building. He didn't recognize them, their backs turned to him, but almost as soon as they came into view they took off down the hallway at a sprint.

(LOL I gave him a 1 in 3 chance to pick the right directiong before he gave up, and wouldn't you know he made it Perhaps his luck powers are working)

EDIT: LANA, JONATHON, LORENZO

Init:
20 - Lorenzo
16 - Lana
8 - Jonathon