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Post by superkamiguy1 on May 17, 2023 2:44:03 GMT
Noire arrived at the Cafeteria slightly behind schedule but not horribly so. She scanned the room amidst the chatter and babble of the other students and what faculty members were among them until she spotted Maxwell and Roberto and their friends and proceeded towards them. The ramblings of the students died down briefly as she passed by everyone but quickly resumed until she reached Maxwell and Roberto's table. She dragged an empty chair away from another table towards their own table and she sat down across from Maxwell and set down her backpack and her lunchbag. "Salutations." She greeted. "Oh hey Noire! You're running a little late. Did something happen?" "Nothing to be concerned about." She replied and looked around at Maxwell's friends. She knew Roberto already but there other faces here she had not interacted with much before now. Ridley Crouch is a 17-year-old teenager who enjoys helping old ladies across the road, drone photography and extreme ironing. He is brave and friendly, but can also be rather loud and boisterous. Physically, Ridley is in very good shape. He is very tall with healthy skin, copper hair and hazel eyes. He lives in an upper class neighborhood. His weakness is a tree nut allergy. James Warrick is a 16-year-old teenager who enjoys swimming, working on cars and spending time with his crew. He can be a bit moody compared to the others but always stuck by them. He is roughly the same height as Maxwell with a dark brown bowl cut hairdo that, when combined with his boyish good looks, made him look like the singer of an emo boy band, but he had a good heart. James's best friend is a teenager called Melanie Russell. They are inseparable. He also hangs around with Reggie Cooper and Kay Lloyd. They enjoy reading together. Vickie Bronson is a 16-year-old teenager who enjoys martial arts. She probably had other hobbies but Noire cared so little about her that she didn't bother looking into them. She is brave and friendly, but can also be very jealous and a bit impatient. Physically, Vickie is in pretty good shape. She is very tall with tanned skin, blonde hair and blue eyes. She lives in an upper class neighborhood with some of the others. Her golden blonde hair is generally worn in a long braided ponytail. As far as she bothered understanding Vickie was reportedly crushing on Maxwell but so long as she didn't get in the way or pull a Jade and try to fight her then Noire would leave her be. All in all they were not a threat. Even Vickie was barely a blip on Noire's radar. Besides after she dealt with those insufferable dolts in a five-on-one where she didn't even receive a scratch she felt confident she could dispose of Vickie just as easily if it became necessary. "Toilet trouble?" Vickie joked. "In a manner of speaking I was in fact disposing of waste. But lets forget about all of that. You requested my presence so here I am. Hello." "Heh. Well it's good to have you here with us, Noire." Maxwell greeted her. "Personally I don't think anyone should be alone today and it's nice to branch out and extend olive branches so...you're welcome to be part of our friends group if you want. We'll always have room open for you." "As I stated before I do enjoy breaking up the mundanity of life. So I might stick around for the foreseeable future." (Oh. Wonderful.) Vickie groaned internally. "Hey, so, since we're all together, is it cool if we ask each other some questions? You know, break the ice? Get to know each other?" Maxwell asked her. "Fire away If the subject matter becomes too personal then I will just pass." "Alright, cool, feel free to question us as well. Who wants to go first?" "Have you ever had an exorcism?" Vickie asked immediately. "Come on, Vick, be nice." "It's alright. There was in fact an attempt to cleanse and purify the darkness of my soul by an old priest and a young priest. It failed and they were excommunicated by reason of insanity. They remain institutionalized to this day." James leaned in closer. "So were they insane before or after?" "After. They appeared comparatively sane beforehand but came out of the experience as pale as I am and babbling like madmen. It was quite the afternoon." "Hey speaking of your complexion, how much makeup do you have to use everyday to look like that?" Rocco asked her. "None. I'm naturally pale." "Hey, wait, I'm gonna fact check this. What were their names?" Ridley questioned while taking out his phone. "Father Leighton Carvel and Father Matthew Leys." Noire responded. "Good men, kind, faithful, gave to charity, but not as strong as they thought they were." Ridley googled their names while chewing on his lunch. It didn't take long for him to find the two names. "Okay...alright, lets see now...Priests Attempt A Rogue Exorcism, Deemed Not Guilty By Reason of Insanity, Remain Institutionalized At Holy Oak Psychiatric Hospital, Suffering From Hallucinations, Schizophrenia, Paranoia...and we're supposed to believe you did this and that they weren't bonkers already?" "You may believe whatever you wish but I am telling you the truth." The kids looked at each other and continued eating in silence for a moment before Maxwell spoke up again. "Hey, uh, if we're making you uncomfortable at all, we apologize. We're just trying to get to know you. I'm sure whatever happened that day was traumatizing. You didn't deserve to be kidnapped or whatever it is they tried to do." "I was more curious to see if they could pull it off really. If I'd chosen to leave they never would have been able to stop me. But your kindness is appreciated." Vickie chewed her food thoughtfully before she spoke up again. "Can you do that one line from The Exorcist though? You know? The your daughter line?" She ate some more of her apple, chewed it, swallowed and then leaned forward and spoke up again. ""Do you know what she did? Your cunting daughter?" She asked in an uncannily pitch perfect replication of Burke Dennings' voice. The kids gasped and whooed in amazement as they applauded her. "That was creepy but that was cool!" Rocco complimented her. James smiled and nodded in agreement. "That was cool. How are you running The Drama Club?" "I have no need for the Drama Clubs constant validation. It's the same reason why I avoid Social Media." "Smart!" The rest of the kids agreed. "Thank you. Next question?" "Did you bomb the locker?" Vickie finally asked. "Now what fun would it be if I spoiled the mystery?" Confessing without confessing. Tricky. "Hmmm...." Vickie leaned back in her seat and enjoyed her meal while their lunch period continued. While the others continued their conversations between each other and with Noire her eyes narrowed as she looked around the cafeteria curiously before she stood up, pretending to stretch, but actually taking the chance to scan the cafeteria before she put her hands on her hips. "....Hey guys?" "What's up?" Maxwell responded. "....Has anybody seen Jade Delafontaine?" "Now that you mention it I couldn't help but notice the lack of haughty mocking laughter in the air." James quipped. "Maybe she went home?" "I can't blame her. Not after what happened this morning. I saw a few people puking after that." "Jade and her friends are currently in the ladies room licking their wounds." Noire replied casually. " What did you do?" The kids asked her simultaneously. "Defended myself. Jade and witless minions somehow got it in their empty heads that they could gang up on me in a fight and win. I gave them ample time to walk away of course but they refused to listen to reason so I taught them a lesson." She went back to her lunch and gave her head a little shake. "A five person team for me. Insulting." Noire muttered. "Which bathroom?" Vickie asked. Noire pointed in the direction of the doors and she quickly finished her meal and ran out of the room to go check on Jade. Leaving the guys alone with Noire.
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Post by superkamiguy1 on May 23, 2023 3:03:38 GMT
"Hey, so, since we're all together, is it cool if we ask each other some questions? You know, break the ice? Get to know each other?" Maxwell asked her. "Fire away If the subject matter becomes too personal then I will just pass." "Alright, cool, feel free to question us as well. Who wants to go first?" "Have you ever had an exorcism?" Vickie asked immediately. "Come on, Vick, be nice." "It's alright. There was in fact an attempt to cleanse and purify the darkness of my soul by an old priest and a young priest. It failed and they were excommunicated by reason of insanity. They remain institutionalized to this day." James leaned in closer. "So were they insane before or after?" "After. They appeared comparatively sane beforehand but came out of the experience as pale as I am and babbling like madmen. It was quite the afternoon." "Hey speaking of your complexion, how much makeup do you have to use everyday to look like that?" Rocco asked her. "None. I'm naturally pale." "Hey, wait, I'm gonna fact check this. What were their names?" Ridley questioned while taking out his phone. "Father Leighton Carvel and Father Matthew Leys." Noire responded. "Good men, kind, faithful, gave to charity, but not as strong as they thought they were." Ridley googled their names while chewing on his lunch. It didn't take long for him to find the two names. "Okay...alright, lets see now...Priests Attempt A Rogue Exorcism, Deemed Not Guilty By Reason of Insanity, Remain Institutionalized At Holy Oak Psychiatric Hospital, Suffering From Hallucinations, Schizophrenia, Paranoia...and we're supposed to believe you did this and that they weren't bonkers already?" "You may believe whatever you wish but I am telling you the truth." The kids looked at each other and continued eating in silence for a moment before Maxwell spoke up again. "Hey, uh, if we're making you uncomfortable at all, we apologize. We're just trying to get to know you. I'm sure whatever happened that day was traumatizing. You didn't deserve to be kidnapped or whatever it is they tried to do." "I was more curious to see if they could pull it off really. If I'd chosen to leave they never would have been able to stop me. But your kindness is appreciated." Vickie chewed her food thoughtfully before she spoke up again. "Can you do that one line from The Exorcist though? You know? The your daughter line?" She ate some more of her apple, chewed it, swallowed and then leaned forward and spoke up again. ""Do you know what she did? Your cunting daughter?" She asked in an uncannily pitch perfect replication of Burke Dennings' voice. The kids gasped and whooed in amazement as they applauded her. "That was creepy but that was cool!" Rocco complimented her. James smiled and nodded in agreement. "That was cool. How are you running The Drama Club?" "I have no need for the Drama Clubs constant validation. It's the same reason why I avoid Social Media." "Smart!" The rest of the kids agreed. "Thank you. Next question?" "Did you bomb the locker?" Vickie finally asked. "Now what fun would it be if I spoiled the mystery?" Confessing without confessing. Tricky. "Hmmm...." Vickie leaned back in her seat and enjoyed her meal while their lunch period continued. While the others continued their conversations between each other and with Noire her eyes narrowed as she looked around the cafeteria curiously before she stood up, pretending to stretch, but actually taking the chance to scan the cafeteria before she put her hands on her hips. "....Hey guys?" "What's up?" Maxwell responded. "....Has anybody seen Jade Delafontaine?" "Now that you mention it I couldn't help but notice the lack of haughty mocking laughter in the air." James quipped. "Maybe she went home?" "I can't blame her. Not after what happened this morning. I saw a few people puking after that." "Jade and her friends are currently in the ladies room licking their wounds." Noire replied casually. " What did you do?" The kids asked her simultaneously. "Defended myself. Jade and witless minions somehow got it in their empty heads that they could gang up on me in a fight and win. I gave them ample time to walk away of course but they refused to listen to reason so I taught them a lesson." She went back to her lunch and gave her head a little shake. "A five person team for me. Insulting." Noire muttered. "Which bathroom?" Vickie asked. Noire pointed in the direction of the doors and she quickly finished her meal and ran out of the room to go check on Jade. Leaving the guys alone with Noire. Vickie dashed through the school but by the time she arrived at the hallway Jade and her group were limping towards a pair of double doors leading to the outside. "Jade!" She called out and ran towards her. She turned her head and Vickie stopped as she spotted her broken nose and tear stained face. "Holy shit what happened?" "G-goth...bitch..." Jade muttered. "Fucking...Goth Bitch...knows kung-fu or some shit." "We tried....tried to stop her...take her down in a five-on-one...she wrecked us all." Ashley sniffled. "Oh shit...she was telling the truth?!" Vickie exclaimed in shock. "What do you mean?" Jade asked her. "Uh, ah, she sat with us at lunch and we were talking and getting to know her, and I noticed you weren't there, and then she dropped the bombshell. Look, look, it's not important. Let me help you. I can get my friends, we can take you to the nurse, we'll talk to The Principal...we can get this whole thing resolved. Get her suspended, I mean you guys will probably be too but..." "I don't want her suspended." Jade spat. "I want her to pay." She hissed. "Uhhhh what?" "She's going to pay for this....you tell her that Vickie...she's gonna pay." "But, like, why?" Vickie asked. "Didn't you guys try to gang up on her? How is your resulting asskickings her fault?" "We were trying to force her to confess about what she did to Phoebe's locker..." Ashley admitted. "Ashley what the fuck?" Vickie asked her. "You? Of all people? Really?!" "I-I..." She sniffled and looked down. " I just wanna go home." She mumbled while sobbing. The others were in a similar state of shock and sorrow and horror as Ashley except for Jade who was still seething in rage. "Just stay out of the way, Vickie, because I'm going to rain down hellfire on that bitch." Jade hissed and the group limped out of the school. Vickie just stared in confusion as they limped outside. "What the hell...is everyone in this school crazy?" She asked and put her hands on her hips. "Okay, shit, I need to go talk to the others and warn her." She turned around and returned to the cafeteria. - The group were in the middle of talking and finishing up their food when Vickie came storming back into the cafeteria, marched right up to their table and slapped her palm on it. The guys jumped in surprise and it earned them a few looks from the surrounding students but Noire looked completely nonplussed. "I take it you found them?" "Noire...what the fuck did you do?" "If you do something foolish you will learn from the consequences." Noire explained as if it was basic knowledge. Vickie groaned and rubbed her head. "Noire...honey...Gothy...you just pissed off Jade Apricot Delafontaine, injuring her in the process, and now she's run off swearing and planning revenge on you. Do you have any idea how bad this is?" "Let her plan and scheme her petty revenge all she wants. The consequences of this plan will be dealt with if and when they present themselves." She stood up and gathered her belongings. "If she wants to threaten me and my family then she should be prepared for war."
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Post by superkamiguy1 on May 30, 2023 2:12:11 GMT
Ridley googled their names while chewing on his lunch. It didn't take long for him to find the two names. "Okay...alright, lets see now...Priests Attempt A Rogue Exorcism, Deemed Not Guilty By Reason of Insanity, Remain Institutionalized At Holy Oak Psychiatric Hospital, Suffering From Hallucinations, Schizophrenia, Paranoia...and we're supposed to believe you did this and that they weren't bonkers already?" "You may believe whatever you wish but I am telling you the truth." The kids looked at each other and continued eating in silence for a moment before Maxwell spoke up again. "Hey, uh, if we're making you uncomfortable at all, we apologize. We're just trying to get to know you. I'm sure whatever happened that day was traumatizing. You didn't deserve to be kidnapped or whatever it is they tried to do." "I was more curious to see if they could pull it off really. If I'd chosen to leave they never would have been able to stop me. But your kindness is appreciated." Vickie chewed her food thoughtfully before she spoke up again. "Can you do that one line from The Exorcist though? You know? The your daughter line?" She ate some more of her apple, chewed it, swallowed and then leaned forward and spoke up again. ""Do you know what she did? Your cunting daughter?" She asked in an uncannily pitch perfect replication of Burke Dennings' voice. The kids gasped and whooed in amazement as they applauded her. "That was creepy but that was cool!" Rocco complimented her. James smiled and nodded in agreement. "That was cool. How are you running The Drama Club?" "I have no need for the Drama Clubs constant validation. It's the same reason why I avoid Social Media." "Smart!" The rest of the kids agreed. "Thank you. Next question?" "Did you bomb the locker?" Vickie finally asked. "Now what fun would it be if I spoiled the mystery?" Confessing without confessing. Tricky. "Hmmm...." Vickie leaned back in her seat and enjoyed her meal while their lunch period continued. While the others continued their conversations between each other and with Noire her eyes narrowed as she looked around the cafeteria curiously before she stood up, pretending to stretch, but actually taking the chance to scan the cafeteria before she put her hands on her hips. "....Hey guys?" "What's up?" Maxwell responded. "....Has anybody seen Jade Delafontaine?" "Now that you mention it I couldn't help but notice the lack of haughty mocking laughter in the air." James quipped. "Maybe she went home?" "I can't blame her. Not after what happened this morning. I saw a few people puking after that." "Jade and her friends are currently in the ladies room licking their wounds." Noire replied casually. " What did you do?" The kids asked her simultaneously. "Defended myself. Jade and witless minions somehow got it in their empty heads that they could gang up on me in a fight and win. I gave them ample time to walk away of course but they refused to listen to reason so I taught them a lesson." She went back to her lunch and gave her head a little shake. "A five person team for me. Insulting." Noire muttered. "Which bathroom?" Vickie asked. Noire pointed in the direction of the doors and she quickly finished her meal and ran out of the room to go check on Jade. Leaving the guys alone with Noire. Vickie dashed through the school but by the time she arrived at the hallway Jade and her group were limping towards a pair of double doors leading to the outside. "Jade!" She called out and ran towards her. She turned her head and Vickie stopped as she spotted her broken nose and tear stained face. "Holy shit what happened?" "G-goth...bitch..." Jade muttered. "Fucking...Goth Bitch...knows kung-fu or some shit." "We tried....tried to stop her...take her down in a five-on-one...she wrecked us all." Ashley sniffled. "Oh shit...she was telling the truth?!" Vickie exclaimed in shock. "What do you mean?" Jade asked her. "Uh, ah, she sat with us at lunch and we were talking and getting to know her, and I noticed you weren't there, and then she dropped the bombshell. Look, look, it's not important. Let me help you. I can get my friends, we can take you to the nurse, we'll talk to The Principal...we can get this whole thing resolved. Get her suspended, I mean you guys will probably be too but..." "I don't want her suspended." Jade spat. "I want her to pay." She hissed. "Uhhhh what?" "She's going to pay for this....you tell her that Vickie...she's gonna pay." "But, like, why?" Vickie asked. "Didn't you guys try to gang up on her? How is your resulting asskickings her fault?" "We were trying to force her to confess about what she did to Phoebe's locker..." Ashley admitted. "Ashley what the fuck?" Vickie asked her. "You? Of all people? Really?!" "I-I..." She sniffled and looked down. " I just wanna go home." She mumbled while sobbing. The others were in a similar state of shock and sorrow and horror as Ashley except for Jade who was still seething in rage. "Just stay out of the way, Vickie, because I'm going to rain down hellfire on that bitch." Jade hissed and the group limped out of the school. Vickie just stared in confusion as they limped outside. "What the hell...is everyone in this school crazy?" She asked and put her hands on her hips. "Okay, shit, I need to go talk to the others and warn her." She turned around and returned to the cafeteria. - The group were in the middle of talking and finishing up their food when Vickie came storming back into the cafeteria, marched right up to their table and slapped her palm on it. The guys jumped in surprise and it earned them a few looks from the surrounding students but Noire looked completely nonplussed. "I take it you found them?" "Noire...what the fuck did you do?" "If you do something foolish you will learn from the consequences." Noire explained as if it was basic knowledge. Vickie groaned and rubbed her head. "Noire...honey...Gothy...you just pissed off Jade Apricot Delafontaine, injuring her in the process, and now she's run off swearing and planning revenge on you. Do you have any idea how bad this is?" "Let her plan and scheme her petty revenge all she wants. The consequences of this plan will be dealt with if and when they present themselves." She stood up and gathered her belongings. "If she wants to threaten me and my family then she should be prepared for war." "Hold on, back up, what happened?" Maxwell asked. "I caught them on the way out. They were limping and they confirmed what Noire said. They tried to jump her and Noire kicked their asses but-" "Hold up! Again!" Rocco pointed at Noire. "Her? That little thing? No offense Noire, but, she took on five bigger girls and won? The hell did we miss?" "There wasn't much to see. They fought like amateurs." "And you're, what, some kind of crazy Kung-Fu Master?" "My mother has tutored me in the art of Self-Defense." "So you beat their asses?" "I told you before that they were given ample opportunity to deviate from their chosen path. It is not my fault that they chose to keep driving until they crashed into a tree. Will that be all?" Vicky clapped her hands in front of Noire's face but she didn't give a reaction. "Listen to me! Jade isn't like Phoebe. She's rich. Really rich. Her dad is going to hear about what happened and then you are going to be in major trouble. Jade was crazy enough to pick a fight with you already. What do you think is going to happen when her parents start giving her whatever she wants to get revenge?" "Let them come. We are more than capable of matching and exceeding anything she can send our way. Whether in a war or court we'll grind them into the dirt." "And what if Trevor Payne comes after you?" James asked bluntly. "The guy's massive and a massive asshole and you're tiny. Again. No offense but...if she siccs that prick on you...you could end up being seriously hurt." "That's not going to happen." Maxwell replied firmly. "Second verse same as the first. If they push their luck I'll put them in a hearse. Good day to you Maxwell." She packed up and walked away depositing her trash on the way out. "Uuuugggh. It's like trying to herd cats with that girl!" "Awwww maaan why'd we have to get to know her? Now I'm gonna miss her." James moaned. "We're going to need to talk that idiot aren't we?" Maxwell asked. "Ridley? Rocco? I'm going to need you to back me up. Vickie? You're a witness to both sides of what happened so we'll need you to talk to The Principal and get the word out. If something does happen, God forbid, then word will be out about it on Social Media so the police will know who to look for. James?" "I'm with you guys. I'm with you. You guys are my friends. Ride or die." "Thanks bro." "So when should we do this?" "We'll talk to Trevor after school. Give Noire all the time she needs to get home to safety. Vickie? You talk to The Principal around that time too. Noire will probably be annoyed with a phone call and needing to come up to the school to talk to him but they'll be in a group so they'll be safe. Until then just keep an eye out. If you see the douchebags gunning for Noire you step in and get her out of there. Clear?" "Clear!" The friends fist bumped, finished their lunches and exited the lunchroom together.
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Post by superkamiguy1 on Jun 5, 2023 0:32:49 GMT
Noire meanwhile returned to the humdrum mundanity of her school life. Fortunately her next class was Study Hall so she just had to check in and then she could go wherever she wanted. So she just walked into class and took a seat long enough for her attendance to be counted and then she walked out. She heard her phone playing its 'Me&TheDevil' by Soap&Skin Ringtone so she quickly exited the school and stood outside and looked around before she simply jumped up to the roof, landed on top of it and sat down and answered the phone. "Noire Speaking." "Bonjour ma cousine!" The always cheerful sunshine and rainbows puppy voice of NoƩmie Rugaru spoke to her through the other end. "Bonjour. Do you need something?" "Hey, hey, why the cold shoulder? Can't I just call and talk to my loving cousine?" "This is about the locker isn't it?" "HAHAHAHAAAAA! It's all over Social Media! Oh la vache! How did you even pull that off?" "A few willing participants, donations from actual pigs, a bag, toys, jury rigging and the dark arts." She summarized. "Beautiful, Noire, beautiful. I mean, pigs are for eating, but that's a good use for them too. And hey! You didn't even kill anyone!" "Yet. That might still be on the table depending on how things go." "Did something else happen?" "Nothing worth being concerned about. Some pests tried to, I believe the term is...bully me? Is that it? Anyway, they tried to fight me in the Ladies Room. I swatted them like the flies they were, and now apparently their boytoy's are going to be out for revenge." "Sounds like fun. You want me to call somebody?" "Non. Peu importe. If they really are stupid enough to pick a fight with me I'll dispose of them myself. What about you, how's Louisiana?" "Same as always. Still scaring the crap out of people on the regular." NoƩmie giggled. "Same." "Cooool. Hey, have you been looking into Camp Shadow Woods at all?" "Non. Why? Did anything interesting happen?" "I'm...not sure. There's just something about it that caught my eye when I was looking at some pictures. I'll need to do some more research before I can come to a conclusion though." "Oh really? It sounds like I have something to research tonight." "What about your homework?" She teased. "I can tear through that in no time. The Camp has my curiosity now."
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Post by superkamiguy1 on Jul 7, 2023 1:42:23 GMT
Noire meanwhile returned to the humdrum mundanity of her school life. Fortunately her next class was Study Hall so she just had to check in and then she could go wherever she wanted. So she just walked into class and took a seat long enough for her attendance to be counted and then she walked out. She heard her phone playing its 'Me&TheDevil' by Soap&Skin Ringtone so she quickly exited the school and stood outside and looked around before she simply jumped up to the roof, landed on top of it and sat down and answered the phone. "Noire Speaking." "Bonjour ma cousine!" The always cheerful sunshine and rainbows puppy voice of NoƩmie Rugaru spoke to her through the other end. "Bonjour. Do you need something?" "Hey, hey, why the cold shoulder? Can't I just call and talk to my loving cousine?" "This is about the locker isn't it?" "HAHAHAHAAAAA! It's all over Social Media! Oh la vache! How did you even pull that off?" "A few willing participants, donations from actual pigs, a bag, toys, jury rigging and the dark arts." She summarized. "Beautiful, Noire, beautiful. I mean, pigs are for eating, but that's a good use for them too. And hey! You didn't even kill anyone!" "Yet. That might still be on the table depending on how things go." "Did something else happen?" "Nothing worth being concerned about. Some pests tried to, I believe the term is...bully me? Is that it? Anyway, they tried to fight me in the Ladies Room. I swatted them like the flies they were, and now apparently their boytoy's are going to be out for revenge." "Sounds like fun. You want me to call somebody?" "Non. Peu importe. If they really are stupid enough to pick a fight with me I'll dispose of them myself. What about you, how's Louisiana?" "Same as always. Still scaring the crap out of people on the regular." NoƩmie giggled. "Same." "Cooool. Hey, have you been looking into Camp Shadow Woods at all?" "Non. Why? Did anything interesting happen?" "I'm...not sure. There's just something about it that caught my eye when I was looking at some pictures. I'll need to do some more research before I can come to a conclusion though." "Oh really? It sounds like I have something to research tonight." "What about your homework?" She teased. "I can tear through that in no time. The Camp has my curiosity now." "Well alright then. We can compare notes if you'd like." "Sounds like a plan. Is there anything else?" "Now that you mention it there is. You might have some competition. I'll have to find it again but I remember reading about a girl who threw piranha's into a pool to maul a swim team. One guy lost his junk." "Now why didn't I think of that?" Noire questioned. "Hmmm....it's going to be hard to top that but I will come up with something. Thank you for being a source of useful gossip." "Oh you're welcome! You're welcome cuz! Hey so what's your plan for dealing with the idiot brigade at your school?" "Let them plot and scheme. If they want to pick a fight with me I will smite them. If they attempt something worse then I will destroy them, their girlfriends, their allies and anyone else involved in their revenge scheme." "Scaaaarrrr-reeee! But that's just how you live, cuz, and I wouldn't have you any other way. So go on and have your fun with the teeming masses." "Oui. Is there anything else?" "Non. I just wanted to call and check in on you. Our talks are nice." "They are pleasant." Noire admitted. "Sooooo? Have you found any cute boys at your school yet?" "Au Revoir, NoƩmie." "That wasn't a no!" She replied quickly before Noire hung up. Since she had some free time up here she looked up the Pool Piranhas Headline that NoƩmie told her about and began reading through it. "Exacting revenge for your sibling to restore your family's honor. I can understand that. But how did she get the piranha's to go berserk like that? Did she breed them specifically for torture and survival in pool waters? I should look into that." Noire noted to herself. "Regardless, A+ effort. A pity we can't have more people her at this bore of a school though." She exited out of the webpage and stood back up, stretched and packed up before hopping down from the roof back to the ground floor and returning inside to go to the library. She arrived inside and waved to the librarian as she crossed the library to the stairs she climbed up to the second floor computer lab where she took a seat at the far end, logged in and began researching information about Camp Shadow Woods. "Okay. Lets see what we can find shall we?" She asked herself quietly as she began researching the camp.
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Post by superkamiguy1 on Aug 25, 2023 1:52:06 GMT
Noire meanwhile returned to the humdrum mundanity of her school life. Fortunately her next class was Study Hall so she just had to check in and then she could go wherever she wanted. So she just walked into class and took a seat long enough for her attendance to be counted and then she walked out. She heard her phone playing its 'Me&TheDevil' by Soap&Skin Ringtone so she quickly exited the school and stood outside and looked around before she simply jumped up to the roof, landed on top of it and sat down and answered the phone. "Noire Speaking." "Bonjour ma cousine!" The always cheerful sunshine and rainbows puppy voice of NoƩmie Rugaru spoke to her through the other end. "Bonjour. Do you need something?" "Hey, hey, why the cold shoulder? Can't I just call and talk to my loving cousine?" "This is about the locker isn't it?" "HAHAHAHAAAAA! It's all over Social Media! Oh la vache! How did you even pull that off?" "A few willing participants, donations from actual pigs, a bag, toys, jury rigging and the dark arts." She summarized. "Beautiful, Noire, beautiful. I mean, pigs are for eating, but that's a good use for them too. And hey! You didn't even kill anyone!" "Yet. That might still be on the table depending on how things go." "Did something else happen?" "Nothing worth being concerned about. Some pests tried to, I believe the term is...bully me? Is that it? Anyway, they tried to fight me in the Ladies Room. I swatted them like the flies they were, and now apparently their boytoy's are going to be out for revenge." "Sounds like fun. You want me to call somebody?" "Non. Peu importe. If they really are stupid enough to pick a fight with me I'll dispose of them myself. What about you, how's Louisiana?" "Same as always. Still scaring the crap out of people on the regular." NoƩmie giggled. "Same." "Cooool. Hey, have you been looking into Camp Shadow Woods at all?" "Non. Why? Did anything interesting happen?" "I'm...not sure. There's just something about it that caught my eye when I was looking at some pictures. I'll need to do some more research before I can come to a conclusion though." "Oh really? It sounds like I have something to research tonight." "What about your homework?" She teased. "I can tear through that in no time. The Camp has my curiosity now." "Well alright then. We can compare notes if you'd like." "Sounds like a plan. Is there anything else?" "Now that you mention it there is. You might have some competition. I'll have to find it again but I remember reading about a girl who threw piranha's into a pool to maul a swim team. One guy lost his junk." "Now why didn't I think of that?" Noire questioned. "Hmmm....it's going to be hard to top that but I will come up with something. Thank you for being a source of useful gossip." "Oh you're welcome! You're welcome cuz! Hey so what's your plan for dealing with the idiot brigade at your school?" "Let them plot and scheme. If they want to pick a fight with me I will smite them. If they attempt something worse then I will destroy them, their girlfriends, their allies and anyone else involved in their revenge scheme." "Scaaaarrrr-reeee! But that's just how you live, cuz, and I wouldn't have you any other way. So go on and have your fun with the teeming masses." "Oui. Is there anything else?" "Non. I just wanted to call and check in on you. Our talks are nice." "They are pleasant." Noire admitted. "Sooooo? Have you found any cute boys at your school yet?" "Au Revoir, NoƩmie." "That wasn't a no!" She replied quickly before Noire hung up. Since she had some free time up here she looked up the Pool Piranhas Headline that NoƩmie told her about and began reading through it. "Exacting revenge for your sibling to restore your family's honor. I can understand that. But how did she get the piranha's to go berserk like that? Did she breed them specifically for torture and survival in pool waters? I should look into that." Noire noted to herself. "Regardless, A+ effort. A pity we can't have more people her at this bore of a school though." She exited out of the webpage and stood back up, stretched and packed up before hopping down from the roof back to the ground floor and returning inside to go to the library. She arrived inside and waved to the librarian as she crossed the library to the stairs she climbed up to the second floor computer lab where she took a seat at the far end, logged in and began researching information about Camp Shadow Woods. "Okay. Lets see what we can find shall we?" She asked herself quietly as she began researching the camp. She started with the basic information about The Camp: It was founded in 1884 by James Chamberlain and began as a boys camp before eventually opening up to girls as well. While the camp has updated over the generations it's kept its roots in traditions. The camp had the usual activities of sports and arts and crafts. That didn't matter to Noire. What did matter however was what she discovered as she dug deeper into her research. The first note of interest was the disappearance of James Chamberlain in 1906. Mere decades after opening the camp he disappeared into thin air one day. Despite people searching everywhere he was never found. As she researched the Search Party as well she discovered that two of them also disappeared during the search under mysterious circumstances. Never to be found. The disappearances halted after that and the camp was briefly shut down before being reopened in 1908 with more precautions taken. Peace and quiet resumed at the camp until a bear attack resulted in deaths of a few counsellors. Noire knew the school computers wouldn't let her find any photos of the deaths if she tried to look them up and hacking it would be pointless right now so she just memorized the names for future research but as she continued her current research about the 'bear attacks' on the Camp. Curiously, despite what they found in the aftermath, there had never been any actual sightings of these killer bears around the camp aside from one bizarre story regarding a particularly crazed cocaine fueled bear in the off-season. Still, they'd found enough bloody remains that the attacks were deemed as being bear attacks. That was when the victims didn't just disappear into thin air and were never seen again. Noire paused in her note taking and folded her arms. It was obvious that this wasn't the result of bear attacks and Vampires were right out. Dismemberment wasn't beyond them but it would be seen as a waste of blood. Goblins? No. Not their M.O. It wouldn't be Ghouls either. So what then? She considered the possibilities of the mystery killer before she gasped as the realization hit her. (Of course....that's why NoƩmie was so curious about it. She must have realized the same thing. Of course, it could be a Slasher but for this long? No...I think I've solved the riddle...but to think one of them would be haunting a Summer Camp...then again, I'm going to a High School so who am I to judge?) A small smile returned to her face. "Intriguing." (This is going to be fun to research.)
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Post by superkamiguy1 on Aug 26, 2023 1:12:25 GMT
Coach Jonathon Bulkin blew his whistle and Abe Hidaka crashed into Trevor Payne, briefly, before the Tranquilium High School's King Killer Cobra's Star Wrestler completely overpowered his opponent, grabbed him, forced him off of his feet and slammed him to the mat, mounted him, pushed one arm down to the mat and struck forward only stopping his punch an inch from Abe's face. "RRRAAAAAHHHH!" He bellowed in Abe's face as he grabbed his face and squeezed it. Abe quickly tapped out on the mat. "That's enough. Let him up!" Coach Bulkin called out to him. "YES SIR!" He let go of him and stood up, roared and thumped his chest and then helped up Abe. "Keep trying bro. You'll get on my level someday....maybe. You know if you try really, really, hard." He laughed and slapped his arm. "Yeah, thanks Tyler." He chuckled. "Get back to the weights featherweight." He taunted him and flexed to the rest of the class. "HOW ABOUT THAT, EH COACH? STILL #1!" Trevor's confidence was well warranted for he had an Adonis Physique with rock solid muscle. The pinnacle of physical condition for his specific age group and the Captain of the Wrestling Team who got to his position by overpowering the rest of the class and impressing the coach with his dedication to physical education and bodybuilding. The coach nodded. "Impressive but don't get too overconfident. The other teams are going to have wrecking balls of their own so we can't become complacent. We'll keep practicing during and after school hours. I am not going to let any of you boys get rusty when I can continue to shape you into the ultimate perfect killing machines that will obliterate the competition! Trevor! You're our biggest gun and our sharpest weapon so I'm going to make absolutely certain that you're ready for anything. CLEAR?!" The Coach might've been bald but it only made him more intimidating looking and completed his tattooed tough guy look. The old man was built like an absolute tank and had the combat and sports experience to match. "CLEAR SIR!' "Good." The Coach turned his attention to another student. "Josh get in there with him!" Josh punched his fist into his palm and climbed into the ring. As the class continued on Casey Adjei barreled down the outside hallway until he arrived at the wrestling room, skidded to a stop and ran into the room. "Yo Trevor! Trevor! We've got a problem!" He called out to him just in time to watch Trevor throw Josh across the ring into the corner, close in quickly, grab onto him and turn and slam him down onto the mat, mount him and put him in an armbar! "YYYYEEEAAAAHHH!" Trevor called out as Josh tapped out. "We have a problem alright young man: You're interrupting my class. STAND AT ATTENTION!" He called out and Casey immediately stood up straight into position. "SIR! SORRY SIR! I DIDN'T MEAN IT SIR!" "YEAH! HUH!" He yelled out and got off of Josh and walked over to the edge of the ring and leaned over the ropes. "Oh hey Casey! What's up?" "Trevor! Oh shit man, you haven't heard it yet?" "Heard about what?" Casey took a deep breath, slowly blew it out, and raised his hands up defensively. "Before I tell you what happened, please keep in mind, I'm just the messenger. Alright? I wasn't involved. I just heard about it and came to tell you. So please don't hurt me." "What happened?" "Uhhhh...well...you see....Jade and her friends got in a fight with someone annnd...." "Oh shit man! Whose ass did they kick today?" Another one of the guys asked. "Yeah, about that, it wasn't a group fight. The way I heard it that psycho creepy goth chick Noire ran the ones the Jade and her crew and beat their asses in a bathroom. Solo." There was a brief moment of silence before Trevor climbed over the ropes, hopped off of the ring and stormed over to Casey and grabbed him by the shirt. " Tell me what happened. Now." "HEY HEY HEY! I'm just the messenger! I only know what I heard! Everyone's talking about it! Some kids saw them dragging Noire into the bathroom and apparently she beat them! She confessed to it at lunch! Other kids saw Jade and the girls limping out! They went home, man!" "Is she okay? Is Jade alright?!" "I don't know! Some kids said the bathroom was a little bit bloody but I don't know what happened!" He let him go and backed away while he seethed in anger rapidly clenching and unclenching his fists as he took in the information that some...some...Goth FREAK had just attacked and brutalized his girl! His Queen! HIS BELOVED JADE! He suddenly snapped out of it and slapped Casey's shoulders. "Case...I...thank you...for bringing this to my attention. You're a good man." -- -- Casey smiled awkwardly. "C-cool...cool..thanks...so what are we gonna do about Noire?" Trevor sighed, patted his shoulders, and smiled. "Oh that bitch is fucking dead." He let go and turned to the coach. "Coach! I'm gonna need to speak with the guys." The Coach folded his arms. "Officially speaking I can't condone that. Unofficially lets take a water break. I have some paperwork I need to check anyway." He nodded and walked towards his office while Trevor hurried to the locker room to retrieve his phone and call Jade.
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Post by superkamiguy1 on Aug 27, 2023 2:02:37 GMT
Coach Jonathon Bulkin blew his whistle and Abe Hidaka crashed into Trevor Payne, briefly, before the Tranquilium High School's King Killer Cobra's Star Wrestler completely overpowered his opponent, grabbed him, forced him off of his feet and slammed him to the mat, mounted him, pushed one arm down to the mat and struck forward only stopping his punch an inch from Abe's face. "RRRAAAAAHHHH!" He bellowed in Abe's face as he grabbed his face and squeezed it. Abe quickly tapped out on the mat. "That's enough. Let him up!" Coach Bulkin called out to him. "YES SIR!" He let go of him and stood up, roared and thumped his chest and then helped up Abe. "Keep trying bro. You'll get on my level someday....maybe. You know if you try really, really, hard." He laughed and slapped his arm. "Yeah, thanks Tyler." He chuckled. "Get back to the weights featherweight." He taunted him and flexed to the rest of the class. "HOW ABOUT THAT, EH COACH? STILL #1!" Trevor's confidence was well warranted for he had an Adonis Physique with rock solid muscle. The pinnacle of physical condition for his specific age group and the Captain of the Wrestling Team who got to his position by overpowering the rest of the class and impressing the coach with his dedication to physical education and bodybuilding. The coach nodded. "Impressive but don't get too overconfident. The other teams are going to have wrecking balls of their own so we can't become complacent. We'll keep practicing during and after school hours. I am not going to let any of you boys get rusty when I can continue to shape you into the ultimate perfect killing machines that will obliterate the competition! Trevor! You're our biggest gun and our sharpest weapon so I'm going to make absolutely certain that you're ready for anything. CLEAR?!" The Coach might've been bald but it only made him more intimidating looking and completed his tattooed tough guy look. The old man was built like an absolute tank and had the combat and sports experience to match. "CLEAR SIR!' "Good." The Coach turned his attention to another student. "Josh get in there with him!" Josh punched his fist into his palm and climbed into the ring. As the class continued on Casey Adjei barreled down the outside hallway until he arrived at the wrestling room, skidded to a stop and ran into the room. "Yo Trevor! Trevor! We've got a problem!" He called out to him just in time to watch Trevor throw Josh across the ring into the corner, close in quickly, grab onto him and turn and slam him down onto the mat, mount him and put him in an armbar! "YYYYEEEAAAAHHH!" Trevor called out as Josh tapped out. "We have a problem alright young man: You're interrupting my class. STAND AT ATTENTION!" He called out and Casey immediately stood up straight into position. "SIR! SORRY SIR! I DIDN'T MEAN IT SIR!" "YEAH! HUH!" He yelled out and got off of Josh and walked over to the edge of the ring and leaned over the ropes. "Oh hey Casey! What's up?" "Trevor! Oh shit man, you haven't heard it yet?" "Heard about what?" Casey took a deep breath, slowly blew it out, and raised his hands up defensively. "Before I tell you what happened, please keep in mind, I'm just the messenger. Alright? I wasn't involved. I just heard about it and came to tell you. So please don't hurt me." "What happened?" "Uhhhh...well...you see....Jade and her friends got in a fight with someone annnd...." "Oh shit man! Whose ass did they kick today?" Another one of the guys asked. "Yeah, about that, it wasn't a group fight. The way I heard it that psycho creepy goth chick Noire ran the ones the Jade and her crew and beat their asses in a bathroom. Solo." There was a brief moment of silence before Trevor climbed over the ropes, hopped off of the ring and stormed over to Casey and grabbed him by the shirt. " Tell me what happened. Now." "HEY HEY HEY! I'm just the messenger! I only know what I heard! Everyone's talking about it! Some kids saw them dragging Noire into the bathroom and apparently she beat them! She confessed to it at lunch! Other kids saw Jade and the girls limping out! They went home, man!" "Is she okay? Is Jade alright?!" "I don't know! Some kids said the bathroom was a little bit bloody but I don't know what happened!" He let him go and backed away while he seethed in anger rapidly clenching and unclenching his fists as he took in the information that some...some...Goth FREAK had just attacked and brutalized his girl! His Queen! HIS BELOVED JADE! He suddenly snapped out of it and slapped Casey's shoulders. "Case...I...thank you...for bringing this to my attention. You're a good man." -- -- Casey smiled awkwardly. "C-cool...cool..thanks...so what are we gonna do about Noire?" Trevor sighed, patted his shoulders, and smiled. "Oh that bitch is fucking dead." He let go and turned to the coach. "Coach! I'm gonna need to speak with the guys." The Coach folded his arms. "Officially speaking I can't condone that. Unofficially lets take a water break. I have some paperwork I need to check anyway." He nodded and walked towards his office while Trevor hurried to the locker room to retrieve his phone and call Jade. The other guys attempted to follow him inside but he raised his hand and stopped them. He wanted to speak with his girlfriend alone. Upon sitting down in the locker room he called up Jade. After a few tense rings she finally picked up. "Jade? Jade is that you baby? Are you okay?" He asked out of concern. "Unnnghhh...Trevv? Is that you? I'm kinda out of it right now." "Yeah, yeah, it's me. What's wrong baby? What happened? Did you really get hurt?" "Pffff...fuck, yeah, I did. I got my ass beat. That...that Psycho Goth Freak. We all did. She just...she just went psycho on us." "That Goddamn Freakshow. Okay, okay, you know what, babe? Baby? You stay down at home. You're at home right?" "Riiiight..." "You stay at home and sleep this off and get better okay? I'm gonna go bash her stupid brains in for this. She'll never be able to show her face to anyone again. She's gonna pay for this I promise!" He snarled into the phone. He was seething with rage and anger right now and fully prepared to go take it out on that freaky weirdo and literally throw her right out of the front door into the trash in a body bag but her response surprised him and caught him off guard so much he froze right up. " No." "Wh-what? Huh? Jade did you just say no? Honey, come on, you know I can tear her apart!" "I...I have no doubt about that. I'm not worried about that. I just don't want a public incident. Look I'm on painkillers right now, so I can't plan things out yet, and I'm barely awake, but I don't want a public incident. We'll do this right. Nice and quiet. Come on over after school and I'll hopefully be awake then...we'll plan this out. We'll plan it out right. Not like this morning with that Blood Locker. No...I want to do this right. Because I want blood, Trevor, I want blood. And you want blood. And Daddy wants blood. And we want blood. And we're going to get it, Trevor, we're going to get a lot of it. But we'll plan it out right Trevor so we can make them all pay at once. Understood?" A big wide smile showing too much teeth and gums spread across his face. "Oh I hear ya. Loud and clear, Princess, loud and clear. We'll wait until we've got this whole attack planned out. Then we'll make the freak family pay for what she did to you." "Gallons of blood, Trevvy, gallons of it. After this nobody is going to ever mess with us again." She whispered. "Ahhh fuck. I'm going to take a nap now. Just stick to the plan though, okay? Love you. Kisses." She hung up and went back to sleep. Still fuming over her brutal bathroom humiliation. "Love you too, baby." He hung up and returned outside to speak with his gang. "Alright! So here's the plan..."
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Post by superkamiguy1 on Aug 31, 2023 2:20:54 GMT
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Post by superkamiguy1 on Sept 2, 2023 19:57:05 GMT
Coach Jonathon Bulkin blew his whistle and Abe Hidaka crashed into Trevor Payne, briefly, before the Tranquilium High School's King Killer Cobra's Star Wrestler completely overpowered his opponent, grabbed him, forced him off of his feet and slammed him to the mat, mounted him, pushed one arm down to the mat and struck forward only stopping his punch an inch from Abe's face. "RRRAAAAAHHHH!" He bellowed in Abe's face as he grabbed his face and squeezed it. Abe quickly tapped out on the mat. "That's enough. Let him up!" Coach Bulkin called out to him. "YES SIR!" He let go of him and stood up, roared and thumped his chest and then helped up Abe. "Keep trying bro. You'll get on my level someday....maybe. You know if you try really, really, hard." He laughed and slapped his arm. "Yeah, thanks Tyler." He chuckled. "Get back to the weights featherweight." He taunted him and flexed to the rest of the class. "HOW ABOUT THAT, EH COACH? STILL #1!" Trevor's confidence was well warranted for he had an Adonis Physique with rock solid muscle. The pinnacle of physical condition for his specific age group and the Captain of the Wrestling Team who got to his position by overpowering the rest of the class and impressing the coach with his dedication to physical education and bodybuilding. The coach nodded. "Impressive but don't get too overconfident. The other teams are going to have wrecking balls of their own so we can't become complacent. We'll keep practicing during and after school hours. I am not going to let any of you boys get rusty when I can continue to shape you into the ultimate perfect killing machines that will obliterate the competition! Trevor! You're our biggest gun and our sharpest weapon so I'm going to make absolutely certain that you're ready for anything. CLEAR?!" The Coach might've been bald but it only made him more intimidating looking and completed his tattooed tough guy look. The old man was built like an absolute tank and had the combat and sports experience to match. "CLEAR SIR!' "Good." The Coach turned his attention to another student. "Josh get in there with him!" Josh punched his fist into his palm and climbed into the ring. As the class continued on Casey Adjei barreled down the outside hallway until he arrived at the wrestling room, skidded to a stop and ran into the room. "Yo Trevor! Trevor! We've got a problem!" He called out to him just in time to watch Trevor throw Josh across the ring into the corner, close in quickly, grab onto him and turn and slam him down onto the mat, mount him and put him in an armbar! "YYYYEEEAAAAHHH!" Trevor called out as Josh tapped out. "We have a problem alright young man: You're interrupting my class. STAND AT ATTENTION!" He called out and Casey immediately stood up straight into position. "SIR! SORRY SIR! I DIDN'T MEAN IT SIR!" "YEAH! HUH!" He yelled out and got off of Josh and walked over to the edge of the ring and leaned over the ropes. "Oh hey Casey! What's up?" "Trevor! Oh shit man, you haven't heard it yet?" "Heard about what?" Casey took a deep breath, slowly blew it out, and raised his hands up defensively. "Before I tell you what happened, please keep in mind, I'm just the messenger. Alright? I wasn't involved. I just heard about it and came to tell you. So please don't hurt me." "What happened?" "Uhhhh...well...you see....Jade and her friends got in a fight with someone annnd...." "Oh shit man! Whose ass did they kick today?" Another one of the guys asked. "Yeah, about that, it wasn't a group fight. The way I heard it that psycho creepy goth chick Noire ran the ones the Jade and her crew and beat their asses in a bathroom. Solo." There was a brief moment of silence before Trevor climbed over the ropes, hopped off of the ring and stormed over to Casey and grabbed him by the shirt. " Tell me what happened. Now." "HEY HEY HEY! I'm just the messenger! I only know what I heard! Everyone's talking about it! Some kids saw them dragging Noire into the bathroom and apparently she beat them! She confessed to it at lunch! Other kids saw Jade and the girls limping out! They went home, man!" "Is she okay? Is Jade alright?!" "I don't know! Some kids said the bathroom was a little bit bloody but I don't know what happened!" He let him go and backed away while he seethed in anger rapidly clenching and unclenching his fists as he took in the information that some...some...Goth FREAK had just attacked and brutalized his girl! His Queen! HIS BELOVED JADE! He suddenly snapped out of it and slapped Casey's shoulders. "Case...I...thank you...for bringing this to my attention. You're a good man." -- -- Casey smiled awkwardly. "C-cool...cool..thanks...so what are we gonna do about Noire?" Trevor sighed, patted his shoulders, and smiled. "Oh that bitch is fucking dead." He let go and turned to the coach. "Coach! I'm gonna need to speak with the guys." The Coach folded his arms. "Officially speaking I can't condone that. Unofficially lets take a water break. I have some paperwork I need to check anyway." He nodded and walked towards his office while Trevor hurried to the locker room to retrieve his phone and call Jade. The other guys attempted to follow him inside but he raised his hand and stopped them. He wanted to speak with his girlfriend alone. Upon sitting down in the locker room he called up Jade. After a few tense rings she finally picked up. "Jade? Jade is that you baby? Are you okay?" He asked out of concern. "Unnnghhh...Trevv? Is that you? I'm kinda out of it right now." "Yeah, yeah, it's me. What's wrong baby? What happened? Did you really get hurt?" "Pffff...fuck, yeah, I did. I got my ass beat. That...that Psycho Goth Freak. We all did. She just...she just went psycho on us." "That Goddamn Freakshow. Okay, okay, you know what, babe? Baby? You stay down at home. You're at home right?" "Riiiight..." "You stay at home and sleep this off and get better okay? I'm gonna go bash her stupid brains in for this. She'll never be able to show her face to anyone again. She's gonna pay for this I promise!" He snarled into the phone. He was seething with rage and anger right now and fully prepared to go take it out on that freaky weirdo and literally throw her right out of the front door into the trash in a body bag but her response surprised him and caught him off guard so much he froze right up. " No." "Wh-what? Huh? Jade did you just say no? Honey, come on, you know I can tear her apart!" "I...I have no doubt about that. I'm not worried about that. I just don't want a public incident. Look I'm on painkillers right now, so I can't plan things out yet, and I'm barely awake, but I don't want a public incident. We'll do this right. Nice and quiet. Come on over after school and I'll hopefully be awake then...we'll plan this out. We'll plan it out right. Not like this morning with that Blood Locker. No...I want to do this right. Because I want blood, Trevor, I want blood. And you want blood. And Daddy wants blood. And we want blood. And we're going to get it, Trevor, we're going to get a lot of it. But we'll plan it out right Trevor so we can make them all pay at once. Understood?" A big wide smile showing too much teeth and gums spread across his face. "Oh I hear ya. Loud and clear, Princess, loud and clear. We'll wait until we've got this whole attack planned out. Then we'll make the freak family pay for what she did to you." "Gallons of blood, Trevvy, gallons of it. After this nobody is going to ever mess with us again." She whispered. "Ahhh fuck. I'm going to take a nap now. Just stick to the plan though, okay? Love you. Kisses." She hung up and went back to sleep. Still fuming over her brutal bathroom humiliation. "Love you too, baby." He hung up and returned outside to speak with his gang. "Alright! So here's the plan..." "So what, that's it? We're just gonna let her go? Gotch-Bitch beats up your girl and you're letting her walk?" "Look! As much as I want to twist her head off Jade has a good point. Starting a fight in public when the teacher's and police are here is a dumb idea. But she's also got a plan and I'm sure it's something downright devious. So I'm going to work with Jade on putting that together and we'll strike when the time is right. Nobody touches her until we give the All-Clear. I want you boys to hit the weights until then. Because when the time is right and we give the Go Signal? It won't just be Goth-IHOP that we pulverize. It'll be her whole entire Circus Freakshow Family. Do I make myself clear?" "YOU GOT IT!" "Good. Alright. Lets finish our break and relax for a bit. Then I'm going to have Coach put us through Maximum Effort." - Jade handed her phone back to her maid and rested back on the pillow. Marie-Madeleine VallƩe accepted the phone and looked down on her in concern while placing it on the table. "Are you feeling any better, Lady Jade? Is there anything else I can get for you?" "mmmm....a parfait. Have a parfait ready for me when I wake up. Chee...Cheescake Berry and when Tyler shows up let him in." "Yes Ma'am. Of course." She bowed her head and turned and walked away. Jade stared her at her ass until she walked out of the room and she turned her head back and went back to sleep with a smile. - Marie exited the bedroom to find Victor Sinnett Delafontaine waiting for her. Dressed in fancy clothes as always and with a stern serious expression that could kill and stop your heart. His graying black hair was combed and slicked backwards and his moustache was as trim as ever. He's wearing a standard shirt and buttoned it up fully to support the elegant tie he's wearing. On top of the shirt he's wearing a trendy vest with 7 buttons, it has a very narrow v-line, which allows for a large portion of the top to remain visible, even if the suit's jacket is buttoned up. The jacket is a perfectly tailored fit for him. It has a simple, but elegant blanket plaid pattern, giving the suit a dignified and elegant look. The 4 buttons of his double breasted jacket are all buttoned up, it's the best way to wear a jacket like this after all. The jacket is longer at the back, it has a vent at the back, there's a pocket on either side and there's a breast pocket which holds his sunglasses. He's wearing pants which have a different style than the jacket, but they complement each other perfectly and they perfectly complement his shoes. He's wearing a fancy pair of shortwing bluchers. This was Victor Delafontaine. A man who was a Crime Boss in all but name. He walked up to her. "Tell me: How is my daughter feeling?" "She's still tired sir. We'll do everything we can for her but she'll likely sleep through the day. Her injuries are not serious however and I think she'll recover just fine with proper time and rest. If I may speak freely, Sir, I think the simplest option would be to simply sue them." "Tempting but I don't wish to see my daughter paraded around like a circus act and it would take too much time and money anyway for something that isn't even a guarantee." He responded. "No. I have better methods of dealing with pests like this. Continue looking after my daughter and tend to her needs." "Yes Sir. Of course." He turned on his foot and strolled back down the hallway through the fancy, classy, opulent mansion with the blood red carpeting and walls that made it look like the sight of a bloodbath or a massacre. Very fitting considering Victor's terrifying temperament and his often brutal solutions to troublemakers. Victor walked into the Foyer and poured himself a wine glass and was soon joined by his Twin Mistresses Jayla & Kayla Baxter dressed in their matching fancy blue dresses. The dresses leave the tops of their shoulders uncovered but does cover the sides and flows into beautiful draped necklines. They're comfortable fits which makes the dresses both enjoyable to wear and look at. The sleeves are simple yet elegant. A perfect combination of grace and style. The dresses waists are broad but comfortable. Cloth ribbons have been wrapped around them and are tied to one side. Below the waist the dresses widen and have sundress styles. The dresses reach all the way down, almost covering their feet and are the same length all around. The beautiful twins walked up to him and sat down next to him as he took a seat on a sofa. Victor took a long sip from his drink, handed it to Jayla and she set it aside on a coaster and he relaxed as the twins rubbed on his chest. "Awwww I'm so sorry to hear about Jade getting hurt, Vicky!" Jayla cooed to him. "You want to have her arrested? It would only take a phone call after and she wouldn't make it out of there." Kayla suggested. "I appreciate the concern Jayla and I love the idea Kayla but I feel like this is a Family Matter. So Family should deal with it, don't you think?" He smiled and lowered his arms and placed his hands on them. "We'll give Solomon a call and tell him to get his Crows ready. I know my daughter very well so I can guess as to what Jade's plan will entail...so I'll let my son dispose of Noire's family in the meantime." He chuckled alongside them. "By the time this whole affair is resolved? The Nightshade's Mansion will be painted redder than ours and then we'll burn it to the ground."
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Post by superkamiguy1 on Sept 3, 2023 3:02:19 GMT
"Well alright then. We can compare notes if you'd like." "Sounds like a plan. Is there anything else?" "Now that you mention it there is. You might have some competition. I'll have to find it again but I remember reading about a girl who threw piranha's into a pool to maul a swim team. One guy lost his junk." "Now why didn't I think of that?" Noire questioned. "Hmmm....it's going to be hard to top that but I will come up with something. Thank you for being a source of useful gossip." "Oh you're welcome! You're welcome cuz! Hey so what's your plan for dealing with the idiot brigade at your school?" "Let them plot and scheme. If they want to pick a fight with me I will smite them. If they attempt something worse then I will destroy them, their girlfriends, their allies and anyone else involved in their revenge scheme." "Scaaaarrrr-reeee! But that's just how you live, cuz, and I wouldn't have you any other way. So go on and have your fun with the teeming masses." "Oui. Is there anything else?" "Non. I just wanted to call and check in on you. Our talks are nice." "They are pleasant." Noire admitted. "Sooooo? Have you found any cute boys at your school yet?" "Au Revoir, NoƩmie." "That wasn't a no!" She replied quickly before Noire hung up. Since she had some free time up here she looked up the Pool Piranhas Headline that NoƩmie told her about and began reading through it. "Exacting revenge for your sibling to restore your family's honor. I can understand that. But how did she get the piranha's to go berserk like that? Did she breed them specifically for torture and survival in pool waters? I should look into that." Noire noted to herself. "Regardless, A+ effort. A pity we can't have more people her at this bore of a school though." She exited out of the webpage and stood back up, stretched and packed up before hopping down from the roof back to the ground floor and returning inside to go to the library. She arrived inside and waved to the librarian as she crossed the library to the stairs she climbed up to the second floor computer lab where she took a seat at the far end, logged in and began researching information about Camp Shadow Woods. "Okay. Lets see what we can find shall we?" She asked herself quietly as she began researching the camp. She started with the basic information about The Camp: It was founded in 1884 by James Chamberlain and began as a boys camp before eventually opening up to girls as well. While the camp has updated over the generations it's kept its roots in traditions. The camp had the usual activities of sports and arts and crafts. That didn't matter to Noire. What did matter however was what she discovered as she dug deeper into her research. The first note of interest was the disappearance of James Chamberlain in 1906. Mere decades after opening the camp he disappeared into thin air one day. Despite people searching everywhere he was never found. As she researched the Search Party as well she discovered that two of them also disappeared during the search under mysterious circumstances. Never to be found. The disappearances halted after that and the camp was briefly shut down before being reopened in 1908 with more precautions taken. Peace and quiet resumed at the camp until a bear attack resulted in deaths of a few counsellors. Noire knew the school computers wouldn't let her find any photos of the deaths if she tried to look them up and hacking it would be pointless right now so she just memorized the names for future research but as she continued her current research about the 'bear attacks' on the Camp. Curiously, despite what they found in the aftermath, there had never been any actual sightings of these killer bears around the camp aside from one bizarre story regarding a particularly crazed cocaine fueled bear in the off-season. Still, they'd found enough bloody remains that the attacks were deemed as being bear attacks. That was when the victims didn't just disappear into thin air and were never seen again. Noire paused in her note taking and folded her arms. It was obvious that this wasn't the result of bear attacks and Vampires were right out. Dismemberment wasn't beyond them but it would be seen as a waste of blood. Goblins? No. Not their M.O. It wouldn't be Ghouls either. So what then? She considered the possibilities of the mystery killer before she gasped as the realization hit her. (Of course....that's why NoƩmie was so curious about it. She must have realized the same thing. Of course, it could be a Slasher but for this long? No...I think I've solved the riddle...but to think one of them would be haunting a Summer Camp...then again, I'm going to a High School so who am I to judge?) A small smile returned to her face. "Intriguing." (This is going to be fun to research.) She continued her research until the bell rang after which she E-Mailed the information she'd discovered to her cousin, logged out, packed up and walked out of the library to face whatever else the day had to throw her way. Unfortunately the rest of the day was surprisingly uneventful. Perhaps she got herself too hyped up for a fight after the bathroom encounter but logically there would have surely been some form of retribution by now. Noire sincerely doubted they'd been scared off, Tyler and his friends were too dumb to realize they were outmatched, which meant that they were biding their time. So when would retribution come? After School seemed most likely but if so then that would have to happen when she was on her way home. This then brought up the question about how they would go about it: Would Tyler have the nerve to face her himself or would he bring his whole gang with him and attempt to 'jump' her? Either way it wouldn't matter. Whether it was one or a hundred she still wouldn't lose. Noire was supremely confident that she could slay them all even if they brought weapons. Normals like them simply were not a threat to someone like her. Gym Class confirmed her suspicions. If they were going to get revenge at school then that would've been the ideal moment to do so but it was mundane as ever. How boring. She expected an assassination attempt at the very least. This meant that the would definitely either attack her after school or at a later date after plotting their revenge. They weren't a threat to her. So after all of the classes were over she packed up and began walking out of the school and closed in on Maxwell talking with Tyler in the middle of the hallway. - Despite their fears after Lunch, there hadn't been any other problems in the school so far. As far as everyone knew Tyler and his cronies hadn't done anything yet. Depending on how his luck ended up playing out however that might change. Maxwell approached Tyler and adjusted his lucky four leaf clover leather gloves and took a deep breath, slowly blew it out, and cleared his throat. "Tyler Payne! Got a minute?" Tyler looked up from his conversation with his gang and turned around and looked down on him. "Can I help you with something, Twig?" Maxwell stared up at him fearlessly. "I assume you've heard about what happened to Jade by now?" "Goth Freak busted her face on the bathroom sink? Yeah, I heard about it, so what's your point?" "Yeah, that, ah, look: Jade and her friends picked that fight, right? Noire just defended herself. The brutality might've been uncalled for and unnecessary but it's resolved now, alright? They had a tussle in the bathroom, they settled in, it's all over. I say we just lay the matter to rest and let the girls talk things out. We already had a blood splatter this morning. We don't need any more violence in the school. Now is the time for everyone to come together. Not to rip each other apart. So what do you say?" "Wow. Wow. That was a nice speech. It was sweet and hit me right in the heart." Tyler responded in a mocking tone while placing his hand on his chest briefly before he lunged forward and grabbed Maxwell and swung him towards the lockers but Maxwell grabbed his wrists and kicked his foot out behind him against the locker to brace himself then he grabbed Tyler's fingers in preparation to break them if it came down to a fight. Tyler sneered and leaned into his face while pressing him against the locker. "Really hit me in the feels. It was the bitchiest speech I've heard in my life. But hey, if you want to be useful? Go put a leash and a muzzle on your Goth Pet and tell her to watch her back. Because we're gunning for her and when Judgment Day comes around? Nobody and nothing will be able to save her from us. Got it?" "Leave her alone. I told you that the situation's already been resolved." Maxwell warned him. "And just what the fuck are you gonna do about it, Twig?" He challenged. Maxwell responded by suddenly grabbing his fingers and twisting them upwards and throwing his hands away! With Tyler left wide open now Maxwell lunged forward and tackled him and pushed him backwards across the hallway and shoved him backwards against the lockers but Tyler grabbed him and turned around and flung him against the lockers instead! Maxwell slammed into them but he recovered well enough to dodge Tyler's follow-up punch that smashed into the locker, dodge the follow-up punch and counter attack with a swift side kick to the stomach that he just tanked, moved forward and punched at him! Maxwell raised his arms in front of himself to block it and turned with the impact of Tyler's oncoming punch but the force of it still staggered him and sent him stumbling aside before he turned back around and dodged another two punches and backed up, hit Tyler with a quick jab to the face that Tyler basically no sold and he advanced on him while Maxwell raised his fists up ready to fight. "You're really gonna do this, huh? Fine. Let's dance!" Tyler said, stepping forward to close the distance between them. As they circled each other, Maxwell couldn't help but feel a sense of unease creeping up on him. Tyler was bigger, stronger, and more experienced in fistfights. He had a reputation for being brutal and merciless. This wasn't going to be an easy fight.With a sudden burst of speed, Tyler lunged forward, throwing a powerful hook at Maxwell's head. He managed to dodge it at the last moment as Tyler's fist whizzed past him. In response, Maxwell launched a flurry of quick jabs and crosses, trying to wear Tyler down and force him onto the defensive. But Tyler was a seasoned fighter, and he easily blocked each strike, using his superior strength to push Maxwell back against the lockers. He tried to finish him off but Maxwell got out of the way, slipped him, ducked under a furious backhand, and backed off to regain his footing. The good news was that he definitely had the speed advantage here. The problem was that a locker hallway like this didn't give him much room to maneuver, so his speed alone wouldn't save him for long against Tyler's brute strength, while Tyler's experience and size made it difficult for Maxwell to land any significant blows. The two continued to throw hands but neither of them were getting the advantage here. That was when Noire casually strolled past them like it was a simple walk in the park. All of them paused in their fight to watch her stroll past them like they weren't even there, like they were beneath her, like she hadn't just beaten up Jade and set all of this into motion in the first place! Tyler took a single step forward and raised his hand to grab and speak with her only for a sickening pain to grip his leg instead. A sharp and burning pain raced up and down his right leg in violent rapid intensity and he completely lost his balance, his mouth dropping open in a wide eyed pained gasp. His body went limp and fell forward and faceplanted into the floor. He barely noticed the impact through the sharp stabbing pain in his leg. Ferocious cramps traveled upwards from his leg and raced through the rest of his body. His muscles were pulling and tightening up like nobody's business, he felt like all of his muscles were being shredded, like his bones were being ground into dust! The pain became utterly disorienting leaving the world around him spinning and shifting around him and Tyler desperately squeezed his eyes shut tight in an attempt to shut out the insanity and make some measure of sense in the world and his face turned into a grimace as the pain flared up and every muscle in his body tensed up. It was only a brief moment before the pain began to slowly die back down but it felt like an eternity to him. He slowly lifted his head upwards and opened up one eye and watched Noire walk away while Maxwell did a double-take on this situation and then booked it to catch up to her while the rest of Tyler's gang assembled around him. "Holy shit, Tyler, you alright bro?" One of his friends asked. "I...I don't...I don't know..." He gasped as he turned over and sat up while gasping for breath and rubbing his leg. "Did you pull a muscle or trip over something?" "No....no...that...that wasn't it...that was...I don't know what that was...I don't know what she did. I don't know if she even did it. But it hurt. It hurt like hell. Worse than anything else I've ever felt. That was the worst pain...ever. I-I don't know what it was! I can't even describe it." He began sweating while he turned his head to watch Maxwell and Noire conversing while they left. "But it hurt. I can tell you that much. It hurt like hell. Fuuuck...that might even be it." "Can you stand? Do you need us to help you?" "I'll be fine. I'll be fine. Just give a minute....and some booze later."
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Post by superkamiguy1 on Sept 4, 2023 1:47:27 GMT
She started with the basic information about The Camp: It was founded in 1884 by James Chamberlain and began as a boys camp before eventually opening up to girls as well. While the camp has updated over the generations it's kept its roots in traditions. The camp had the usual activities of sports and arts and crafts. That didn't matter to Noire. What did matter however was what she discovered as she dug deeper into her research. The first note of interest was the disappearance of James Chamberlain in 1906. Mere decades after opening the camp he disappeared into thin air one day. Despite people searching everywhere he was never found. As she researched the Search Party as well she discovered that two of them also disappeared during the search under mysterious circumstances. Never to be found. The disappearances halted after that and the camp was briefly shut down before being reopened in 1908 with more precautions taken. Peace and quiet resumed at the camp until a bear attack resulted in deaths of a few counsellors. Noire knew the school computers wouldn't let her find any photos of the deaths if she tried to look them up and hacking it would be pointless right now so she just memorized the names for future research but as she continued her current research about the 'bear attacks' on the Camp. Curiously, despite what they found in the aftermath, there had never been any actual sightings of these killer bears around the camp aside from one bizarre story regarding a particularly crazed cocaine fueled bear in the off-season. Still, they'd found enough bloody remains that the attacks were deemed as being bear attacks. That was when the victims didn't just disappear into thin air and were never seen again. Noire paused in her note taking and folded her arms. It was obvious that this wasn't the result of bear attacks and Vampires were right out. Dismemberment wasn't beyond them but it would be seen as a waste of blood. Goblins? No. Not their M.O. It wouldn't be Ghouls either. So what then? She considered the possibilities of the mystery killer before she gasped as the realization hit her. (Of course....that's why NoƩmie was so curious about it. She must have realized the same thing. Of course, it could be a Slasher but for this long? No...I think I've solved the riddle...but to think one of them would be haunting a Summer Camp...then again, I'm going to a High School so who am I to judge?) A small smile returned to her face. "Intriguing." (This is going to be fun to research.) She continued her research until the bell rang after which she E-Mailed the information she'd discovered to her cousin, logged out, packed up and walked out of the library to face whatever else the day had to throw her way. Unfortunately the rest of the day was surprisingly uneventful. Perhaps she got herself too hyped up for a fight after the bathroom encounter but logically there would have surely been some form of retribution by now. Noire sincerely doubted they'd been scared off, Tyler and his friends were too dumb to realize they were outmatched, which meant that they were biding their time. So when would retribution come? After School seemed most likely but if so then that would have to happen when she was on her way home. This then brought up the question about how they would go about it: Would Tyler have the nerve to face her himself or would he bring his whole gang with him and attempt to 'jump' her? Either way it wouldn't matter. Whether it was one or a hundred she still wouldn't lose. Noire was supremely confident that she could slay them all even if they brought weapons. Normals like them simply were not a threat to someone like her. Gym Class confirmed her suspicions. If they were going to get revenge at school then that would've been the ideal moment to do so but it was mundane as ever. How boring. She expected an assassination attempt at the very least. This meant that the would definitely either attack her after school or at a later date after plotting their revenge. They weren't a threat to her. So after all of the classes were over she packed up and began walking out of the school and closed in on Maxwell talking with Tyler in the middle of the hallway. - Despite their fears after Lunch, there hadn't been any other problems in the school so far. As far as everyone knew Tyler and his cronies hadn't done anything yet. Depending on how his luck ended up playing out however that might change. Maxwell approached Tyler and adjusted his lucky four leaf clover leather gloves and took a deep breath, slowly blew it out, and cleared his throat. "Tyler Payne! Got a minute?" Tyler looked up from his conversation with his gang and turned around and looked down on him. "Can I help you with something, Twig?" Maxwell stared up at him fearlessly. "I assume you've heard about what happened to Jade by now?" "Goth Freak busted her face on the bathroom sink? Yeah, I heard about it, so what's your point?" "Yeah, that, ah, look: Jade and her friends picked that fight, right? Noire just defended herself. The brutality might've been uncalled for and unnecessary but it's resolved now, alright? They had a tussle in the bathroom, they settled in, it's all over. I say we just lay the matter to rest and let the girls talk things out. We already had a blood splatter this morning. We don't need any more violence in the school. Now is the time for everyone to come together. Not to rip each other apart. So what do you say?" "Wow. Wow. That was a nice speech. It was sweet and hit me right in the heart." Tyler responded in a mocking tone while placing his hand on his chest briefly before he lunged forward and grabbed Maxwell and swung him towards the lockers but Maxwell grabbed his wrists and kicked his foot out behind him against the locker to brace himself then he grabbed Tyler's fingers in preparation to break them if it came down to a fight. Tyler sneered and leaned into his face while pressing him against the locker. "Really hit me in the feels. It was the bitchiest speech I've heard in my life. But hey, if you want to be useful? Go put a leash and a muzzle on your Goth Pet and tell her to watch her back. Because we're gunning for her and when Judgment Day comes around? Nobody and nothing will be able to save her from us. Got it?" "Leave her alone. I told you that the situation's already been resolved." Maxwell warned him. "And just what the fuck are you gonna do about it, Twig?" He challenged. Maxwell responded by suddenly grabbing his fingers and twisting them upwards and throwing his hands away! With Tyler left wide open now Maxwell lunged forward and tackled him and pushed him backwards across the hallway and shoved him backwards against the lockers but Tyler grabbed him and turned around and flung him against the lockers instead! Maxwell slammed into them but he recovered well enough to dodge Tyler's follow-up punch that smashed into the locker, dodge the follow-up punch and counter attack with a swift side kick to the stomach that he just tanked, moved forward and punched at him! Maxwell raised his arms in front of himself to block it and turned with the impact of Tyler's oncoming punch but the force of it still staggered him and sent him stumbling aside before he turned back around and dodged another two punches and backed up, hit Tyler with a quick jab to the face that Tyler basically no sold and he advanced on him while Maxwell raised his fists up ready to fight. That was when Noire casually strolled past them like it was a simple walk in the park. All of them paused in their fight to watch her stroll past them like they weren't even there, like they were beneath her, like she hadn't just beaten up Jade and set all of this into motion in the first place! Tyler took a single step forward and raised his hand to grab and speak with her only for a sickening pain to grip his leg instead. A sharp and burning pain raced up and down his right leg in violent rapid intensity and he completely lost his balance, his mouth dropping open in a wide eyed pained gasp. His body went limp and fell forward and faceplanted into the floor. He barely noticed the impact through the sharp stabbing pain in his leg. Ferocious cramps traveled upwards from his leg and raced through the rest of his body. His muscles were pulling and tightening up like nobody's business, he felt like all of his muscles were being shredded, like his bones were being ground into dust! The pain became utterly disorienting leaving the world around him spinning and shifting around him and Tyler desperately squeezed his eyes shut tight in an attempt to shut out the insanity and make some measure of sense in the world and his face turned into a grimace as the pain flared up and every muscle in his body tensed up. It was only a brief moment before the pain began to slowly die back down but it felt like an eternity to him. He slowly lifted his head upwards and opened up one eye and watched Noire walk away while Maxwell did a double-take on this situation and then booked it to catch up to her while the rest of Tyler's gang assembled around him. "Holy shit, Tyler, you alright bro?" One of his friends asked. "I...I don't...I don't know..." He gasped as he turned over and sat up while gasping for breath and rubbing his leg. "Did you pull a muscle or trip over something?" "No....no...that...that wasn't it...that was...I don't know what that was...I don't know what she did. I don't know if she even did it. But it hurt. It hurt like hell. Worse than anything else I've ever felt. That was the worst pain...ever. I-I don't know what it was! I can't even describe it." He began sweating while he turned his head to watch Maxwell and Noire conversing while they left. "But it hurt. I can tell you that much. It hurt like hell. Fuuuck...that might even be it." "Can you stand? Do you need us to help you?" "I'll be fine. I'll be fine. Just give a minute....and some booze later." Maxwell caught up with Noire and walked next to her on their way out of the school. "Noire! Noire! Hey, how are you doing? They didn't attack you did they?" "If they were foolish enough to do so they would've been on the ground crying in anguish by now, so no." Noire explained flatly. "Anguish...like what just happened to Tyler? Did you do that? If so, thank you. I mean, I could've taken him, but, thanks for the backup." He complimented her while rubbing his arm. (Ouch! That's gonna linger! Don't show it! Don't let her see it!) "I got some good hits in and all that. What did you do to him anyway? Some kind of Mystical Kung-Fu Pressure Point?" "Pressure Points aren't necessarily mystical. They are utilized in a variety of real martial arts styles to to induce a person to be more compliant or cause enough pain when struck to induce an individual to discontinue hostilities. The cartoid arteries are a particularly tempting target but can cause permanent damage or death if performed wrong. Having said that what happened there was not a pressure point strike." "So then what was it?" "A leg cramp." She commented dryly. Due to her usual monotone voice however he couldn't tell if that was serious or sarcasm. He did detect a hint of amusement in her voice though. "Ooookay. Well, either way, if that was you, somehow, then thank you." "No thanks are necessary." They exited the school and walked out towards the parking lot where Maxwell's friends were waiting but they weren't looking at them. They were staring at the shiny black Funeral Limousine that had just pulled up. "What...the....hell?" Vickie asked. "Did something happen? Is there a Funeral?" Rocco asked. "No. That's just my ride." Noire informed them as she walked past the group. "Your...your ride?" James questioned. "Who the heck is driving it?" A door opened and a tall gentleman in a fancy black tuxedo and a golden mask stepped out, placed on hand over his chest and bowed his head to Noire. "This is one of our drivers: Solomon Savidge. Like me he is a person of few words. We get along swimmingly. Hello Solomon." Noire greeted him and then she turned around and looked at the others. "Well? Are you coming?" "Is...is that alright?" "Sure it is. Isn't it, Solomon?" "Yes." He replied bluntly. His baritone voice echoing from the mask. "Wonderful. Come along then. People are staring." Team Maxwell looked at each other and then quickly walked towards the limousine while the rest of the students gaped at them. Josh and Casey stared outside of the school as the limousine drove off. "Goth-Freak rolls in a Funeral Limo. What the fuck?" Casey asked.
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Post by superkamiguy1 on Sept 8, 2023 1:43:07 GMT
She continued her research until the bell rang after which she E-Mailed the information she'd discovered to her cousin, logged out, packed up and walked out of the library to face whatever else the day had to throw her way. Unfortunately the rest of the day was surprisingly uneventful. Perhaps she got herself too hyped up for a fight after the bathroom encounter but logically there would have surely been some form of retribution by now. Noire sincerely doubted they'd been scared off, Tyler and his friends were too dumb to realize they were outmatched, which meant that they were biding their time. So when would retribution come? After School seemed most likely but if so then that would have to happen when she was on her way home. This then brought up the question about how they would go about it: Would Tyler have the nerve to face her himself or would he bring his whole gang with him and attempt to 'jump' her? Either way it wouldn't matter. Whether it was one or a hundred she still wouldn't lose. Noire was supremely confident that she could slay them all even if they brought weapons. Normals like them simply were not a threat to someone like her. Gym Class confirmed her suspicions. If they were going to get revenge at school then that would've been the ideal moment to do so but it was mundane as ever. How boring. She expected an assassination attempt at the very least. This meant that the would definitely either attack her after school or at a later date after plotting their revenge. They weren't a threat to her. So after all of the classes were over she packed up and began walking out of the school and closed in on Maxwell talking with Tyler in the middle of the hallway. - Despite their fears after Lunch, there hadn't been any other problems in the school so far. As far as everyone knew Tyler and his cronies hadn't done anything yet. Depending on how his luck ended up playing out however that might change. Maxwell approached Tyler and adjusted his lucky four leaf clover leather gloves and took a deep breath, slowly blew it out, and cleared his throat. "Tyler Payne! Got a minute?" Tyler looked up from his conversation with his gang and turned around and looked down on him. "Can I help you with something, Twig?" Maxwell stared up at him fearlessly. "I assume you've heard about what happened to Jade by now?" "Goth Freak busted her face on the bathroom sink? Yeah, I heard about it, so what's your point?" "Yeah, that, ah, look: Jade and her friends picked that fight, right? Noire just defended herself. The brutality might've been uncalled for and unnecessary but it's resolved now, alright? They had a tussle in the bathroom, they settled in, it's all over. I say we just lay the matter to rest and let the girls talk things out. We already had a blood splatter this morning. We don't need any more violence in the school. Now is the time for everyone to come together. Not to rip each other apart. So what do you say?" "Wow. Wow. That was a nice speech. It was sweet and hit me right in the heart." Tyler responded in a mocking tone while placing his hand on his chest briefly before he lunged forward and grabbed Maxwell and swung him towards the lockers but Maxwell grabbed his wrists and kicked his foot out behind him against the locker to brace himself then he grabbed Tyler's fingers in preparation to break them if it came down to a fight. Tyler sneered and leaned into his face while pressing him against the locker. "Really hit me in the feels. It was the bitchiest speech I've heard in my life. But hey, if you want to be useful? Go put a leash and a muzzle on your Goth Pet and tell her to watch her back. Because we're gunning for her and when Judgment Day comes around? Nobody and nothing will be able to save her from us. Got it?" "Leave her alone. I told you that the situation's already been resolved." Maxwell warned him. "And just what the fuck are you gonna do about it, Twig?" He challenged. Maxwell responded by suddenly grabbing his fingers and twisting them upwards and throwing his hands away! With Tyler left wide open now Maxwell lunged forward and tackled him and pushed him backwards across the hallway and shoved him backwards against the lockers but Tyler grabbed him and turned around and flung him against the lockers instead! Maxwell slammed into them but he recovered well enough to dodge Tyler's follow-up punch that smashed into the locker, dodge the follow-up punch and counter attack with a swift side kick to the stomach that he just tanked, moved forward and punched at him! Maxwell raised his arms in front of himself to block it and turned with the impact of Tyler's oncoming punch but the force of it still staggered him and sent him stumbling aside before he turned back around and dodged another two punches and backed up, hit Tyler with a quick jab to the face that Tyler basically no sold and he advanced on him while Maxwell raised his fists up ready to fight. That was when Noire casually strolled past them like it was a simple walk in the park. All of them paused in their fight to watch her stroll past them like they weren't even there, like they were beneath her, like she hadn't just beaten up Jade and set all of this into motion in the first place! Tyler took a single step forward and raised his hand to grab and speak with her only for a sickening pain to grip his leg instead. A sharp and burning pain raced up and down his right leg in violent rapid intensity and he completely lost his balance, his mouth dropping open in a wide eyed pained gasp. His body went limp and fell forward and faceplanted into the floor. He barely noticed the impact through the sharp stabbing pain in his leg. Ferocious cramps traveled upwards from his leg and raced through the rest of his body. His muscles were pulling and tightening up like nobody's business, he felt like all of his muscles were being shredded, like his bones were being ground into dust! The pain became utterly disorienting leaving the world around him spinning and shifting around him and Tyler desperately squeezed his eyes shut tight in an attempt to shut out the insanity and make some measure of sense in the world and his face turned into a grimace as the pain flared up and every muscle in his body tensed up. It was only a brief moment before the pain began to slowly die back down but it felt like an eternity to him. The pain was unrelenting, a vice grip on her muscles that seemed to clench tighter with every breath. He writhed on the cold, hard floor, his fingers curling into fists as he tried to find some semblance of relief from the agony. The cramp had taken hold of his entire body, refusing to let go, as if his muscles were made of stone and iron. Sweat beaded on his brow, his back arching as he gritted his teeth against the relentless torment. His mind raced, searching for some way to make the pain stop but all he could do was lie there, helpless and in agony, as the pain engulfed him like a living thing. The world around him seemed to fade into the background. There was only the pain, the cramp, and his desperate struggle to find some measure of comfort. Time lost all meaning as he was consumed by the relentless throes of what he could only describe as a full cramp. He felt as if he was trapped in a nightmare from which there was no escape, his body transformed into a living, breathing prison from which he could not break free. Fortunately the agony slowly began to die down and he slowly lifted his head upwards and opened up one eye and watched Noire walk away while Maxwell did a double-take on this situation and then booked it to catch up to her while the rest of Tyler's gang assembled around him. "Holy shit, Tyler, you alright bro?" One of his friends asked. "I...I don't...I don't know..." He gasped as he turned over and sat up while gasping for breath and rubbing his leg. "Did you pull a muscle or trip over something?" "No....no...that...that wasn't it...that was...I don't know what that was...I don't know what she did. I don't know if she even did it. But it hurt. It hurt like hell. Worse than anything else I've ever felt. That was the worst pain...ever. I-I don't know what it was! I can't even describe it." He began sweating while he turned his head to watch Maxwell and Noire conversing while they left. "But it hurt. I can tell you that much. It hurt like hell. Fuuuck...that might even be it." "Can you stand? Do you need us to help you?" "I'll be fine. I'll be fine. Just give a minute....and some booze later." Maxwell caught up with Noire and walked next to her on their way out of the school. "Noire! Noire! Hey, how are you doing? They didn't attack you did they?" "If they were foolish enough to do so they would've been on the ground crying in anguish by now, so no." Noire explained flatly. "Anguish...like what just happened to Tyler? Did you do that? If so, thank you. I mean, I could've taken him, but, thanks for the backup." He complimented her while rubbing his arm. (Ouch! That's gonna linger! Don't show it! Don't let her see it!) "I got some good hits in and all that. What did you do to him anyway? Some kind of Mystical Kung-Fu Pressure Point?" "Pressure Points aren't necessarily mystical. They are utilized in a variety of real martial arts styles to to induce a person to be more compliant or cause enough pain when struck to induce an individual to discontinue hostilities. The cartoid arteries are a particularly tempting target but can cause permanent damage or death if performed wrong. Having said that what happened there was not a pressure point strike." "So then what was it?" "A leg cramp." She commented dryly. Due to her usual monotone voice however he couldn't tell if that was serious or sarcasm. He did detect a hint of amusement in her voice though. "Ooookay. Well, either way, if that was you, somehow, then thank you." "No thanks are necessary." They exited the school and walked out towards the parking lot where Maxwell's friends were waiting but they weren't looking at them. They were staring at the shiny black Funeral Limousine that had just pulled up. "What...the....hell?" Vickie asked. "Did something happen? Is there a Funeral?" Rocco asked. "No. That's just my ride." Noire informed them as she walked past the group. "Your...your ride?" James questioned. "Who the heck is driving it?" A door opened and a tall gentleman in a fancy black tuxedo and a golden mask stepped out, placed on hand over his chest and bowed his head to Noire. "This is one of our drivers: Solomon Savidge. Like me he is a person of few words. We get along swimmingly. Hello Solomon." Noire greeted him and then she turned around and looked at the others. "Well? Are you coming?" "Is...is that alright?" "Sure it is. Isn't it, Solomon?" "Yes." He replied bluntly. His baritone voice echoing from the mask. "Wonderful. Come along then. People are staring." Team Maxwell looked at each other and then quickly walked towards the limousine while the rest of the students gaped at them. Josh and Casey stared outside of the school as the limousine drove off. "Goth-Freak rolls in a Funeral Limo. What the fuck?" Casey asked. The kids got settled in and Noire pulled down a compartment to reveal a set of Tropical Enigma drinks and handed them to the others while texting the driver. "Man, I never thought I'd be riding in something like this while I was still alive but here we are. This is incredible." "This doesn't seem real." Vickie exclaimed while looking around the limo's interiors. "It's like I'm in a dream." "Why a Funeral Limo though?" James questioned. "D-don't get me wrong! This is cool and I'm grateful for the opportunity, but....you know...if you don't mind me asking." "A funeral limo provides comfortable and spacious transportation for loved ones of the deceased and can help make things easier for those who are grieving while providing a reminder to everyone else that all of their days are inevitably numbered. That nothing and no one in this world lasts forever, even we will inevitably meet our end someday, so they should spend their time upon this mortal plane living the best lives they can until old age takes them back to the weeds instead of wasting it on petty childish attempts at bullying like the simpletons at our school." Noire explained and sent the text. "A bit morbid but that's a damn good point. You're deeper than you let on, huh?" Vickie asked. "Do not let my stoic boredom with the banal mundanity of the educational system and the drones that populate it fool you. I am quite the philosopher just with a penchant for the macabre." "Clearly. Well. That's cool then. Thanks for the ride and the free drink....wait, hold up, does he even know where we live?" Noire held up her phone. "I looked up your addresses on Social Media and sent them to Solomon. He'll deliver you home in style." (Annnnnd now she knows where I live! Definitely going to stay on Noire's good side now...or at least off of her Evil Side.) Vickie decided. (Still, sitting down like this, talking to her like this, while I think this is definitely what Maxwell was going for, I have to wonder....Antisocial Personality Disorder or Narcissistic Personality Disorder? Gonna have to research both.) "Well alright then. Cool. Thanks." "Hey, so, if you don't mind me asking, and if it's alright, why does he wear a mask?" Rocco asked. "He has a skin condition that he's rather sensitive about so he wears a mask when going out in public. It's not a problem though. He can see and operate a vehicle perfectly fine with the mask on." Noire explained flatly. "Oh. Oh wow I'm sorry. I didn't mean to offend anyone." "It's alright. Hey Solomon? Could you please give us some music back here?" She asked. " Yes." He responded and turned on the music and by music she apparently meant Kevin Macleod's Gathering Darkness. This filled the back of the Funeral Limo with Dark Ambient Music. "Thank you!" "Oh, nice, hey, nice music." Maxwell responded politely. "I'm so glad you're enjoying it. Now, enough about me, how about yourselves? Any plans for the evening?" Noire asked the group. "Honestly, after everything that happened today, I'm just going to crash when I get home. Maybe chat with some online friends, but I'm just going to unwind." Vickie declared. "This has been an exhausting day." "I'm gaming! That's how I unwind!" Rocco declared. "Weird as it sounds I'm actually feeling Resident Evil tonight." "Coool, cool, I'm probably just going to turn on the TV for background noise while I do my homework." Maxwell responded with a shrug. "I'm gonna knock out my book report." James decided. "The Luminescent Beauty of the Sacred World." He sighed and looked up at the roof. "It's a good story, trippy and surreal but good, but man is it long....and who assigns a 1,111 page book for a book report? Who, I ask you, who?" "Mrs. Sara Debroux." Maxwell quipped. "She is infamous around the school for doing stuff like that." "It's downright fiendish is what it is." "By the way Maxwell how's your arm?" Noire asked him. "Ahhh it's fine. It didn't hurt all that much. I deflected some of the force after all." Maxwell assured her. "I think Trevor got the worst of it given how he fell over after." "WHHAAAAAA?" The rest of the group asked in confusion. "You threw hands with Trevor Tyler Payne?" Rocco asked. "Are you okay?" Vickie asked. "Did you win?" James asked. "I'm fine." He repeated. "It was just a quick little scuffle. He got some good hits in but so did I and...then he just lost his balance. Either he pulled a muscle or I hit him way harder than I thought because he just dropped. Like, he freaking deflated! His mouth dropped open like he was in the worst pain of his life. Never seen anything like it." Maxwell sipped his drink. "Ahhhhh. But you know, all's well that ends well." "YEAH! THAT'S MY BOI RIGHT THERE!" Rocco cheered and high-fived and fist bumped Maxwell. Noire sipped her drink and let them congratulate Maxwell.
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Post by superkamiguy1 on Sept 15, 2023 20:04:03 GMT
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Post by superkamiguy1 on Sept 16, 2023 20:28:30 GMT
Maxwell caught up with Noire and walked next to her on their way out of the school. "Noire! Noire! Hey, how are you doing? They didn't attack you did they?" "If they were foolish enough to do so they would've been on the ground crying in anguish by now, so no." Noire explained flatly. "Anguish...like what just happened to Tyler? Did you do that? If so, thank you. I mean, I could've taken him, but, thanks for the backup." He complimented her while rubbing his arm. (Ouch! That's gonna linger! Don't show it! Don't let her see it!) "I got some good hits in and all that. What did you do to him anyway? Some kind of Mystical Kung-Fu Pressure Point?" "Pressure Points aren't necessarily mystical. They are utilized in a variety of real martial arts styles to to induce a person to be more compliant or cause enough pain when struck to induce an individual to discontinue hostilities. The cartoid arteries are a particularly tempting target but can cause permanent damage or death if performed wrong. Having said that what happened there was not a pressure point strike." "So then what was it?" "A leg cramp." She commented dryly. Due to her usual monotone voice however he couldn't tell if that was serious or sarcasm. He did detect a hint of amusement in her voice though. "Ooookay. Well, either way, if that was you, somehow, then thank you." "No thanks are necessary." They exited the school and walked out towards the parking lot where Maxwell's friends were waiting but they weren't looking at them. They were staring at the shiny black Funeral Limousine that had just pulled up. "What...the....hell?" Vickie asked. "Did something happen? Is there a Funeral?" Rocco asked. "No. That's just my ride." Noire informed them as she walked past the group. "Your...your ride?" James questioned. "Who the heck is driving it?" A door opened and a tall gentleman in a fancy black tuxedo and a golden mask stepped out, placed on hand over his chest and bowed his head to Noire. "This is one of our drivers: Solomon Savidge. Like me he is a person of few words. We get along swimmingly. Hello Solomon." Noire greeted him and then she turned around and looked at the others. "Well? Are you coming?" "Is...is that alright?" "Sure it is. Isn't it, Solomon?" "Yes." He replied bluntly. His baritone voice echoing from the mask. "Wonderful. Come along then. People are staring." Team Maxwell looked at each other and then quickly walked towards the limousine while the rest of the students gaped at them. Josh and Casey stared outside of the school as the limousine drove off. "Goth-Freak rolls in a Funeral Limo. What the fuck?" Casey asked. The kids got settled in and Noire pulled down a compartment to reveal a set of Tropical Enigma drinks and handed them to the others while texting the driver. "Man, I never thought I'd be riding in something like this while I was still alive but here we are. This is incredible." "This doesn't seem real." Vickie exclaimed while looking around the limo's interiors. "It's like I'm in a dream." "Why a Funeral Limo though?" James questioned. "D-don't get me wrong! This is cool and I'm grateful for the opportunity, but....you know...if you don't mind me asking." "A funeral limo provides comfortable and spacious transportation for loved ones of the deceased and can help make things easier for those who are grieving while providing a reminder to everyone else that all of their days are inevitably numbered. That nothing and no one in this world lasts forever, even we will inevitably meet our end someday, so they should spend their time upon this mortal plane living the best lives they can until old age takes them back to the weeds instead of wasting it on petty childish attempts at bullying like the simpletons at our school." Noire explained and sent the text. "A bit morbid but that's a damn good point. You're deeper than you let on, huh?" Vickie asked. "Do not let my stoic boredom with the banal mundanity of the educational system and the drones that populate it fool you. I am quite the philosopher just with a penchant for the macabre." "Clearly. Well. That's cool then. Thanks for the ride and the free drink....wait, hold up, does he even know where we live?" Noire held up her phone. "I looked up your addresses on Social Media and sent them to Solomon. He'll deliver you home in style." (Annnnnd now she knows where I live! Definitely going to stay on Noire's good side now...or at least off of her Evil Side.) Vickie decided. (Still, sitting down like this, talking to her like this, while I think this is definitely what Maxwell was going for, I have to wonder....Antisocial Personality Disorder or Narcissistic Personality Disorder? Gonna have to research both.) "Well alright then. Cool. Thanks." "Hey, so, if you don't mind me asking, and if it's alright, why does he wear a mask?" Rocco asked. "He has a skin condition that he's rather sensitive about so he wears a mask when going out in public. It's not a problem though. He can see and operate a vehicle perfectly fine with the mask on." Noire explained flatly. "Oh. Oh wow I'm sorry. I didn't mean to offend anyone." "It's alright. Hey Solomon? Could you please give us some music back here?" She asked. " Yes." He responded and turned on the music and by music she apparently meant Kevin Macleod's Gathering Darkness. This filled the back of the Funeral Limo with Dark Ambient Music. "Thank you!" "Oh, nice, hey, nice music." Maxwell responded politely. "I'm so glad you're enjoying it. Now, enough about me, how about yourselves? Any plans for the evening?" Noire asked the group. "Honestly, after everything that happened today, I'm just going to crash when I get home. Maybe chat with some online friends, but I'm just going to unwind." Vickie declared. "This has been an exhausting day." "I'm gaming! That's how I unwind!" Rocco declared. "Weird as it sounds I'm actually feeling Resident Evil tonight." "Coool, cool, I'm probably just going to turn on the TV for background noise while I do my homework." Maxwell responded with a shrug. "I'm gonna knock out my book report." James decided. "The Luminescent Beauty of the Sacred World." He sighed and looked up at the roof. "It's a good story, trippy and surreal but good, but man is it long....and who assigns a 1,111 page book for a book report? Who, I ask you, who?" "Mrs. Sara Debroux." Maxwell quipped. "She is infamous around the school for doing stuff like that." "It's downright fiendish is what it is." "By the way Maxwell how's your arm?" Noire asked him. "Ahhh it's fine. It didn't hurt all that much. I deflected some of the force after all." Maxwell assured her. "I think Trevor got the worst of it given how he fell over after." "WHHAAAAAA?" The rest of the group asked in confusion. "You threw hands with Trevor Tyler Payne?" Rocco asked. "Are you okay?" Vickie asked. "Did you win?" James asked. "I'm fine." He repeated. "It was just a quick little scuffle. He got some good hits in but so did I and...then he just lost his balance. Either he pulled a muscle or I hit him way harder than I thought because he just dropped. Like, he freaking deflated! His mouth dropped open like he was in the worst pain of his life. Never seen anything like it." Maxwell sipped his drink. "Ahhhhh. But you know, all's well that ends well." "YEAH! THAT'S MY BOI RIGHT THERE!" Rocco cheered and high-fived and fist bumped Maxwell. Noire sipped her drink and let them congratulate Maxwell. "So, Noire, how did your fight go then?" Vickie asked. "Like, if you don't mind me asking, how did you beat her down anyway?" "With ease. Even when she was using the broom she was predictable and sloppy. I disarmed her and smashed her head and face into the mirror and faucet, threw her against the stall and then to the cold hard floor where I made it clear to her that she was not to challenge or threaten me again lest she face the consequences. Her minions were similarly easily dispatched." There was a momentary pause as the limo continued to drive through the city streets before Vickie slid forward. "Wait a second! A broom? She tried to hit you with a broom?!" "She made an attempt, yes, even if it was a pitiful one." "You ragdolled her?" Rocco asked. "Correct." "Okay, that's...rather violent." "I gave them a chance to walk away. It is not my fault if they were too stupid to take it." "Are they alright after that? Are you alright?" Maxwella sked. "They were well enough to pack up and leave school. I deliberately avoided doing any lasting damage to them and I'm unscathed. Thank you for asking." She sipped her drink and then explained the entire encounter from beginning to end. Albeit leaving out her strangling Jade with the broom handle pressed against her throat. "That's crazy. Is the whole going insane?" Maxwell questioned. "Nah, Jade's always been a bitch. Still I'm glad you're okay Noire but...you know...please avoid bashing anyone else's head in." Vickie asked her. "So long as nobody else starts a fight with me." "I guess that's fair. I can't blame you for defending yourself. But you can still see how violent that was, right?" "Yes and I am not apologizing for it." The crew decided to just accept this since they were traveling by limousine with her anyway and moved on to other conversations. Time Passed. The other students gradually filed out of the limousine as the vehicle arrived at their stops and then Solomon turned and drove her back home. - 943 Silent Hill Lane.
The Nightshade Mansion.
A truly Gothic Mansion Design right out of a Horror Fantasy Novel or Movie. The Mansion Of Nightmares. The House Of Horrors. The place that so many people in Tranquilium both stood in awe of and told whispers about. The place they told stories about around campfires. The place that they talked about behind her back thinking she couldn't hear them. Not that she minded. They didn't even know the half of the truth of this house. But it was her home. Her dark, creepy, ominous, foreboding house of horrors and Noire wouldn't have it any other way. Solomon pulled into the garage and parked the Funeral Limo. This accomplished he got out and closed the door and walked down towards Noire's door which he opened up for her. "Thank you, Solomon." " Yes. Your younger siblings have already returned home and your Mother is inside waiting to speak with you about your actions at school today." He informed her. "As expected. Best not to keep her waiting then. But first." She gently reached up and held his hand. "You can take your mask off now, Solomon, it's okay. It's just us in here with you now. You don't have to hide your face from us." " Yes." He replied and stepped back and reached up and grabbed his mask, undid the straps on it, opened it up and held it up in the air and lowered it down to reveal the sickly green pale face of an undead man. His lips had been removed exposing his sickly gums and bloodstained tombstone teeth. His eyes were completely removed with only two glowing orangeish-yellow spheres illuminating the pitch black darkness that would've been there otherwise. His black hair was combed backwards. His cheeks were hollow giving his face a permanent grimace. This was the true face of The Nightshade Family's Undead Butler: Solomon Savidge The Zombie.
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