[d20 Modern / 4CtF] Windy City Mutants: Genesis [PG-17]
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Krizzel
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Monday, 2:25 pm
Tran apartment, West Side
Besides a couple of minor auto accidents, the rest of the day was boring for Linh – which was good for the citizens of Windy City, of course. With her shift over at two, there was time in the afternoon and evening for a little relaxing before it was time to rest and be in at 5am the next morning.
Linh’s apartment was in a nicer area of the west side, a neighborhood with an almost small-town atmosphere. The building itself was an old, two-story red brick house that had been renovated and separated into about ten apartments, from Linh’s studio on up to a couple of two bedrooms. It was small, but pretty nice, and all she could afford on her EMT’s salary.
Mike and a couple of the other EMTs were going out for food and pool around six and had invited Linh along, but that still left the afternoon for her to do with as she pleased. There was always the Windy City Vietnamese Association – they met on Mondays and Thursdays. Her father had found it on the internet and kept bringing it up as a suggestion every time he called. Or there was the Egypt exhibit at the Natural History museum this month. Or shopping, a lecture at the university, or perhaps something else entirely…
Tran apartment, West Side
Besides a couple of minor auto accidents, the rest of the day was boring for Linh – which was good for the citizens of Windy City, of course. With her shift over at two, there was time in the afternoon and evening for a little relaxing before it was time to rest and be in at 5am the next morning.
Linh’s apartment was in a nicer area of the west side, a neighborhood with an almost small-town atmosphere. The building itself was an old, two-story red brick house that had been renovated and separated into about ten apartments, from Linh’s studio on up to a couple of two bedrooms. It was small, but pretty nice, and all she could afford on her EMT’s salary.
Mike and a couple of the other EMTs were going out for food and pool around six and had invited Linh along, but that still left the afternoon for her to do with as she pleased. There was always the Windy City Vietnamese Association – they met on Mondays and Thursdays. Her father had found it on the internet and kept bringing it up as a suggestion every time he called. Or there was the Egypt exhibit at the Natural History museum this month. Or shopping, a lecture at the university, or perhaps something else entirely…
Krizzel
First Post
Monday, 2:25pm
South High School, South Side
South High was long, low, brown, and dirty, sitting right within the middle of one of south side’s busy neighborhoods. It was a marked contrast to a school like Lincoln that was a little ways off the main road and surrounded by open lawns and plenty of trees and flowers. Around South High it was hard to find anything that wasn’t paved, and space was an absolute luxury. The school was always begging and borrowing more room wherever it could – and more of anything else they could get, really. There was never enough to go around.
Macario had made it to school uneventfully – it was too cold even for the bullies to hang out outside. And once he was there, that hadn’t been too bad today either, aside from the usually stares and hushed voices and giggles about ‘that weird guy.’ But that was all what a normal day was like.
Roz, at least, understood. She had the same problem, being an outcast among outcasts. Skeletally thin, with a look about her that was always ragged no matter what she did, she was a constant target for abuse from other kids. And if that wasn’t enough, she was confined to a wheelchair, paralyzed from the waist down. Either as cosmic balance, though – or just because she was stuck inside all the time – Roz had a pretty sharp mind, and a mental backbone forged of solid steel.
Chemistry class was the last class of the day, and Roz and Macario were lab partners. They were supposed to be working on the science fair projects, but no one was doing that of course. Roz already had a good deal of it done anyway. Instead she was venting about the neighbor boy who’d been throwing rocks at her chair this past weekend. At the table just in front of them, Faith Richards and Brenda Moran – the popular female duo of South’s sophomore class, provocatively dressed and wearing more makeup than their classmates combined – were snickering and whispering about something.
South High School, South Side
South High was long, low, brown, and dirty, sitting right within the middle of one of south side’s busy neighborhoods. It was a marked contrast to a school like Lincoln that was a little ways off the main road and surrounded by open lawns and plenty of trees and flowers. Around South High it was hard to find anything that wasn’t paved, and space was an absolute luxury. The school was always begging and borrowing more room wherever it could – and more of anything else they could get, really. There was never enough to go around.
Macario had made it to school uneventfully – it was too cold even for the bullies to hang out outside. And once he was there, that hadn’t been too bad today either, aside from the usually stares and hushed voices and giggles about ‘that weird guy.’ But that was all what a normal day was like.
Roz, at least, understood. She had the same problem, being an outcast among outcasts. Skeletally thin, with a look about her that was always ragged no matter what she did, she was a constant target for abuse from other kids. And if that wasn’t enough, she was confined to a wheelchair, paralyzed from the waist down. Either as cosmic balance, though – or just because she was stuck inside all the time – Roz had a pretty sharp mind, and a mental backbone forged of solid steel.
Chemistry class was the last class of the day, and Roz and Macario were lab partners. They were supposed to be working on the science fair projects, but no one was doing that of course. Roz already had a good deal of it done anyway. Instead she was venting about the neighbor boy who’d been throwing rocks at her chair this past weekend. At the table just in front of them, Faith Richards and Brenda Moran – the popular female duo of South’s sophomore class, provocatively dressed and wearing more makeup than their classmates combined – were snickering and whispering about something.
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garyh
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Monday, 2:25 pm
Tran apartment, West Side
Deciding that the WCVA would still be there next month, Linh headed to the museum. Okay, she thought, Egypt was going anywhere either, but the exhibit would be soon enough, and she enjoyed the three history classes she took for general ed. as an undergrad. Hoping in her Civic, he headed downtown to the Natural History Museum. That should keep her busy until she met up with the other EMTs.
Tran apartment, West Side
Deciding that the WCVA would still be there next month, Linh headed to the museum. Okay, she thought, Egypt was going anywhere either, but the exhibit would be soon enough, and she enjoyed the three history classes she took for general ed. as an undergrad. Hoping in her Civic, he headed downtown to the Natural History Museum. That should keep her busy until she met up with the other EMTs.
Monday, 2:25pm
South High School, South Side
Chemistry was one of Macario's favourite classes, though Biology fascinated him more. In any case, he loved the strange antiseptic smell to the place - it held a certain charm for him. The mix of formaldehyde and sulphur, it was... what, exactly? Not intoxicating or addictive. He didn't long for the scents when they weren't around. Intriguing, that was it. They were interesting enough that he found them pleasant. Of course, he'd never say that to Roz - she still didn't let him live down the time he ate glue in first grade -
Roz. Focus on Roz. He looked over at her. Raven hair cut in a conservative bowl and huge ungainly glasses that took up too much of her face. And she was buck-toothed. The girl just didn't have any luck. Like he was one to talk. On the other hand, if he looked at her in a certain way, he could see that if this was just an awkward phase, that she could end up quite the looker. A haircut, some contacts, and braces would bring out those exotic brown eyes and emphasize those thick, pouty lips... While he was likely to just deteriorate more and more. Just eventually waste away into nothingness.
Okay, no more thinking down this path, he told himself, Because herein lay depression and madness. Instead he decided to listen to Roz's words.
She was talking about one of those thug bullies. He knew the type too well. Leaning back in his chair, he examined the obvious dents in the back of her chair.
"You know, you should sue his punk ass," he declared idly. "Isn't that like a federal offense, picking on people in a wheelchar? You should sue him." Then he looked forward at the Dynamic Duo and lowered his voice. "Or you could cake on the facepaint and get all slutted up and hope he calls you up for dinner and a movie."
Absently, he turned to the back of his notebook and started a sketch of Faith and Brenda as he saw them in his imagination, garish makeup emulated by a red-inked pen, and cleavage that took up most of their exaggerated bodies. He wasn't a very accomplished artist, but he found drawing to be a good release.
South High School, South Side
Chemistry was one of Macario's favourite classes, though Biology fascinated him more. In any case, he loved the strange antiseptic smell to the place - it held a certain charm for him. The mix of formaldehyde and sulphur, it was... what, exactly? Not intoxicating or addictive. He didn't long for the scents when they weren't around. Intriguing, that was it. They were interesting enough that he found them pleasant. Of course, he'd never say that to Roz - she still didn't let him live down the time he ate glue in first grade -
Roz. Focus on Roz. He looked over at her. Raven hair cut in a conservative bowl and huge ungainly glasses that took up too much of her face. And she was buck-toothed. The girl just didn't have any luck. Like he was one to talk. On the other hand, if he looked at her in a certain way, he could see that if this was just an awkward phase, that she could end up quite the looker. A haircut, some contacts, and braces would bring out those exotic brown eyes and emphasize those thick, pouty lips... While he was likely to just deteriorate more and more. Just eventually waste away into nothingness.
Okay, no more thinking down this path, he told himself, Because herein lay depression and madness. Instead he decided to listen to Roz's words.
She was talking about one of those thug bullies. He knew the type too well. Leaning back in his chair, he examined the obvious dents in the back of her chair.
"You know, you should sue his punk ass," he declared idly. "Isn't that like a federal offense, picking on people in a wheelchar? You should sue him." Then he looked forward at the Dynamic Duo and lowered his voice. "Or you could cake on the facepaint and get all slutted up and hope he calls you up for dinner and a movie."
Absently, he turned to the back of his notebook and started a sketch of Faith and Brenda as he saw them in his imagination, garish makeup emulated by a red-inked pen, and cleavage that took up most of their exaggerated bodies. He wasn't a very accomplished artist, but he found drawing to be a good release.
Krizzel
First Post
Monday, 12:30pm
Lincoln High School cafeteria, Oak Grove
"Well, Kelly is going with Bobby, of course," Melissa informed, evoking a round of laughs. Kelly had been dating Bobby Hicks since early last year. "I want Andy McConnell to ask me - he looks like Vin Diesel with his shirt off!" Melissa got a somewhat dazed look on her face, staring off into space as if she was seeing something else entirely.
"Oooh...skip that, I wanna go with Vin!" Julie Serra laughed. She was a starting forward on the soccer team and also on the dance committee. She glanced at the table behind her then leaned in conspiratorially. "I think Lorenzo Reynolds is gonna ask my sister. She always gets everything!" Julie complained.
Lincoln High School cafeteria, Oak Grove
Shalimar said:
"Well, Kelly is going with Bobby, of course," Melissa informed, evoking a round of laughs. Kelly had been dating Bobby Hicks since early last year. "I want Andy McConnell to ask me - he looks like Vin Diesel with his shirt off!" Melissa got a somewhat dazed look on her face, staring off into space as if she was seeing something else entirely.
"Oooh...skip that, I wanna go with Vin!" Julie Serra laughed. She was a starting forward on the soccer team and also on the dance committee. She glanced at the table behind her then leaned in conspiratorially. "I think Lorenzo Reynolds is gonna ask my sister. She always gets everything!" Julie complained.
Krizzel
First Post
Monday, 1:14pm
Delano’s Pizza & Pub, South Side
Joshua couldn't be sure, but it almost sounded like Rodney growled at him. Slim didn't seem to notice.
"Oh yeah, Big J, I got a nice easy job for you. It pays two bills, and if it goes okay then we got more work for ya. I'm sure it'll be a breeze, right big guy?" Slim's weasly face creased with a sly smile.
"So, there's this laundromat down on Elm street," he goes on in a more hushed voice. "You know Dozer, the head honcho down at the gym, right? Well see the guy who runs the laundromat - Freddie Ching - he owes Dozer some money. And Dozer, being the 'el importanto' guy he is," Slim explained, badly imitating a spanish accent, "don't have time to go pick up his money."
"Basically he needs somebody to run his errands, you know? Just like you do for your granny, my man!" Slim grinned. "'Cept Dozer gots the cash to fix you up with. So you just head over there - Ching's Laundry on Elm - and pick up the money. Bring it to the gym tonight and you get your cut."
"S'easy, right?" the scrawny man pronounces happily, motioning for Rodney to get up and then following himself. "You bet your mamma's cookies it is!"
Delano’s Pizza & Pub, South Side
Joshua couldn't be sure, but it almost sounded like Rodney growled at him. Slim didn't seem to notice.
"Oh yeah, Big J, I got a nice easy job for you. It pays two bills, and if it goes okay then we got more work for ya. I'm sure it'll be a breeze, right big guy?" Slim's weasly face creased with a sly smile.
"So, there's this laundromat down on Elm street," he goes on in a more hushed voice. "You know Dozer, the head honcho down at the gym, right? Well see the guy who runs the laundromat - Freddie Ching - he owes Dozer some money. And Dozer, being the 'el importanto' guy he is," Slim explained, badly imitating a spanish accent, "don't have time to go pick up his money."
"Basically he needs somebody to run his errands, you know? Just like you do for your granny, my man!" Slim grinned. "'Cept Dozer gots the cash to fix you up with. So you just head over there - Ching's Laundry on Elm - and pick up the money. Bring it to the gym tonight and you get your cut."
"S'easy, right?" the scrawny man pronounces happily, motioning for Rodney to get up and then following himself. "You bet your mamma's cookies it is!"
Krizzel
First Post
Monday, 12:30pm
Lincoln High School cafeteria, Oak Grove
Jason's face turned a shade that could have bettered any stoplight as he looked up from his lunch at Lana with surprise. "...hi," he replied quietly, still stunned. "Um...uh...no...well, unless you wanted to study...uh...I was just thinking...um...wondering..."
"Heeeeey, Lana!" a suave, self assured voice interrupted from the other side, completely oblivious to Jason. "How are ya?" Luke Winters asked as he sat down right next to her. Luke was a track star, running back on the JV football team, and one of the more well-to-do popular sophmore guys. A few of the skaters, who hadn't even seemed to notice Jason's presence, looked up at this new intrusion with expressions from shock to outright hate.
"That's a cool computer. What are you working on?" Luke wondered, smiling at Lana and then trying to peer at the screen.
Lincoln High School cafeteria, Oak Grove
Jason's face turned a shade that could have bettered any stoplight as he looked up from his lunch at Lana with surprise. "...hi," he replied quietly, still stunned. "Um...uh...no...well, unless you wanted to study...uh...I was just thinking...um...wondering..."
"Heeeeey, Lana!" a suave, self assured voice interrupted from the other side, completely oblivious to Jason. "How are ya?" Luke Winters asked as he sat down right next to her. Luke was a track star, running back on the JV football team, and one of the more well-to-do popular sophmore guys. A few of the skaters, who hadn't even seemed to notice Jason's presence, looked up at this new intrusion with expressions from shock to outright hate.
"That's a cool computer. What are you working on?" Luke wondered, smiling at Lana and then trying to peer at the screen.
Krizzel
First Post
Monday, 12:30pm
Lincoln High School cafeteria, Oak Grove
Becca looked up with a warm smile, those blue eyes of hers wide and bright. Sometimes it seemed like they might swallow up the world, especially when their luminance was set off so well by her blue and green cheerleading sweater. There was a varsity basketball game today after school, and all the varsity cheerleaders were wearing their sweaters and pleated white skirts today. In fact, it seemed like most of the squad was sitting at this table right now, all with fingernails painted blue or green to match, their hair back in pony tails, and skin perfectly tanned to a light brown shade.
Becca Serra seemed to wear the guise better than most though - somehow it all looked more natural on her. Wherever she walked through the halls freshmen wilted in admiration and envy.
"Hi 'Zo," she chimed, voice as bright as her eyes but tinged with warm and deep undertones like a fine, aged wine. A chorus of greetings from her friends sounded around her as she pointed to the seat across from her own. "Sure. Have a seat."
Lincoln High School cafeteria, Oak Grove
Keia said:
Becca looked up with a warm smile, those blue eyes of hers wide and bright. Sometimes it seemed like they might swallow up the world, especially when their luminance was set off so well by her blue and green cheerleading sweater. There was a varsity basketball game today after school, and all the varsity cheerleaders were wearing their sweaters and pleated white skirts today. In fact, it seemed like most of the squad was sitting at this table right now, all with fingernails painted blue or green to match, their hair back in pony tails, and skin perfectly tanned to a light brown shade.
Becca Serra seemed to wear the guise better than most though - somehow it all looked more natural on her. Wherever she walked through the halls freshmen wilted in admiration and envy.
"Hi 'Zo," she chimed, voice as bright as her eyes but tinged with warm and deep undertones like a fine, aged wine. A chorus of greetings from her friends sounded around her as she pointed to the seat across from her own. "Sure. Have a seat."
Krizzel
First Post
Monday, 12:30pm
Lincoln High School cafeteria, Oak Grove
"Duuuuude, wha's your plan, dude?" Alex Duardnas was a pretty fun guy to be around, and he was more or less nice to everyone - except for jocks. Perpetually mellow, he didn't seem to get excited about much beyond heavy metal and the local band scene - indeed he was always wearing a shirt with an obscure band, which today's was 'Dismembered Megarodent' - but making jocks and jerks look dumb was pretty high on his list as well.
"Are you gonna dunk him in the toliet? I saw that happen to a kid last year and it was friggin hiliarious, dude!"
Lincoln High School cafeteria, Oak Grove
Jemal said:
"Duuuuude, wha's your plan, dude?" Alex Duardnas was a pretty fun guy to be around, and he was more or less nice to everyone - except for jocks. Perpetually mellow, he didn't seem to get excited about much beyond heavy metal and the local band scene - indeed he was always wearing a shirt with an obscure band, which today's was 'Dismembered Megarodent' - but making jocks and jerks look dumb was pretty high on his list as well.
"Are you gonna dunk him in the toliet? I saw that happen to a kid last year and it was friggin hiliarious, dude!"
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