Back To School Bash, spenser student's & crashers

[Tyler Simms]

Yeah, I am the jigsaw man, I turn the world around with a skeleton hand
MORE HUMAN THAN HUMAN
Into a psychic war, yeah, I tear my soul apart and I eat it some more, yeah

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tagged: spenser students and party crashers
word count: six hundred twenty-four words
outfit: Dia, Gin,Tyler, Caleb is wearing the same thing as
he was in the opening scene, but he has more facial hair.

The end of Summer was looming ever closer over the students of Spenser Academy. With tomorrow being the first day of classes, as per usual, Spenser's youth is planning on running amuck and going back with a loud bang. Like every other year, a party has been planned at the dells, complete with DJs and large kegs of beer. Now all that that was needed were the kids. . .
Music was pulsing loudly throughout the wooded area, and poor little Claudia Bishop was still feeling a bit apprehensive about crashing the party. Private school attendees were pretty cruel to public school kids, thinking they were so much better than everyone else, namely the poorer population. I.e. her. But it was her first Summer in Ipswich, and she wasn't about to just let it slip between her tiny fingers without so much as one adventure. So, she pushed her way through the crowd, petite body swaying with the rhythm of the booming song, blending in as best she could. If anyone questioned her, she'd just say she was a new student, and by the time anyone learned otherwise, she'd be long gone.
Virginia Churchill, a deathly pale junior with vivid red lockes, was shivering in her boots....metaphorically speaking, seeing as she was wearing a pair of white flats. The weather was still really warm, and most people around her were sweating, but she was still freezing. Just another side effect of her curse. She was wearng a thin dress, because wearing anything thicker than that would seem weird and out of place. The last thing she wanted was to draw more attention to herself...not that she'd mind the attention if it weren't based around her genetic short-comings. Ginny loved having eyes on her, but not when it came to being a side-show freak. Her arms were crossed over her chest and she was searching desperately for a friendly face and a closer spot to one of the fires. She pulled her phone out of her bra, having put it there for lack of a better spot. Everyone seemed to be temporarially ignoring her. Gin had asked her older sister to come to the party, but since she was a college student now, she doubted that Jesse was going to show up. Spenser parties probably weren't grown up enough for her now. Ginny pouted down at her green EnV. Even Reid and Tyler weren't anwsering her calls for some reason.
The infamous seniors, or at least three of them, God only knows where the fourth one was, appropriately dubbed the 'Sons of Ipswich' stood atop one of the many cliffs that surrounded the dells, waiting for their fourth member to join them. Tyler was hyped up on adrenaline, but for once it was for a decent reason. School was starting back and that meant he wouldn't have to waste as much time in his house. Which, in turn, meant that he would have to spend less 'quality time' with dear old dad and a lot more time with Reid. Caleb, on the other hand, was anxious. School meant he had less time to look after his parents, but it also meant that college applications had to be sent in. It was all very stressful, and the very thought of this year's certain chaos gave him a killer migrane. "Where is he?" Caleb questioned the youngest of the group, steadily growing impatient. "Don't look at me!" Tyler exclaimed, shurgging his shoulders, unsure of at which point in his life he had become Reid's keeper, "He wasn't in the dorm or at his house when I went to pick him up."

[Pogue Parry]

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"Where is he?"
"Don't look at me! He wasn't in the dorm or at his house when I went to pick him up."
Rolling his bright emerald-green eyes as the boys sent each other quizzical glares, Pogue argued, "Come on, why the hell does Garwin have to hold us up? I say we just go already." He brought one of his hands out of its previous resting place, where it had been curled into a tight fist, his pocket. Taking a few steps forward, gravelly rocks shifting and crunching under his weight and causing a fair amount of dry dirt to stir up, he gestured downward at the scene forming at the Dells. The party seemed to be in full swing and they were up there missing out on it all because Reid didn't know how to be on time to anything. He'd probably be late for his own funeral someday, if that makes any sense. "Caleb, look out there, man. This is probably our last year to make an appearance at this bonfire. C'mon, don't you wanna get down there so you can finally get yourself a girl and get away from your over-anxiety, O.C.D. bull?" Pogue let the volume in his voice raise as he let the blatant suggestion fall from his mouth and let it form a genuine smirk to illustrate his manner of joking the elder Son, and if that weren't enough he added a slight smack to the boy's upper chest. He hoped that that might earn a little smile from his long-time best friend. It was rare that Caleb could actually loosen up and have a good time. Neither Pogue or Tyler were really big on drinking, Caleb certainly wasn't, what with his mother. . .being herself. So, it wasn't as though they were really itching to get at the alcohol, but typically they did enjoy themselves at this annual party for Spenser students. Reid, on the other hand, would definitely make sure he knew the most direct path to each of the kegs.

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POST STATUS complete
KICKING IT WITH everyone
WORD COUNT 337
CLOTHING darkwash jeans, simple black tee, & his motorcycle jacket
CODING CREDIT lovelikethis

[Reid Garwin]

Strolling out onto one of the small town's concrete sidewalks after exiting out of the smallish building he had just made his purchase from, Reid Garwin pulled his phone out of his outer jacket's pocket. Glancing down at the electronic device's tiny screen, in attempts of checking the time, which was relatively dangerous seeing as he was looking at the phone and not the street in front of him as he walked onto the crosswalk, but oh well. The platinum blonde growled a little bit under his breath as he fumbled around trying to juggle carrying the bag on his wrist and fiddling with his phone and taking the time to shout at the car that screeched its brakes trying to stop before it hit him. He's the pedestrian here, he has the right of way, not that damn Buick. "Damnit," he cursed at the cellphone. He was still desperately searching for the time, but he kept punching buttons he didn't mean to and he apparently had new text messages or a new call and all of it just wasn't working in his favor. Not to mention the fact that he still couldn't figure out how the hell he managed to both lock his phone and put its language in French. Funny thing is, he happens to know someone who is fluent in French, so he might have a hunch on that last one. Unfortunately for him, he's never really been too brilliant when it comes to figuring out phones and such. He knows how to operate their keyboard for texting, how to make calls, and how to tell Tyler what ringtones he wants downloaded to it, but that's about it. Oh, and if he's lucky enough to get one equipped with games, he can definitely figure those out without any trouble. "Finally!" Reid proclaimed, a little exasperated from jogging across the streets. After furiously clicking the keys a thousand different times he was able to clear the screen and could see the clock display. "Um," it took a couple seconds longer than he had anticipated deciphering the accurate time. Even the stupid clock had been changed. It was now a regular analog clock. "Fucking math!" He strategically, or not so strategically depending on your definition of the word, weaved his way around the few tourists and townspeople that lined the sidewalk while simultaneously typing out a text message in a rather perturbed fashion. /Party started yet? You made me late ya know./ He scrolled down his list of contacts until the bar lit up across the name 'Ginny' on the screen and hit the send button. If it was in fact Ginny who had sabotaged his phone, then it may have been true. She would have set his whole day off the tracks because he needed to do his best to keep on schedule. He still had to go back to the dorms, put the thing together, while making sure it wasn't too obvious, and make sure he was dressed and ready to go to the bonfire. He was just guessing at what time it was, thinking it was somewhere around eight, but there was really no way of telling. For all he knew, the time on his phone was all wrong too, everything else had somehow found a way of screwing him over. Maybe his cellphone was possessed and maybe the demon doing the possessing just happened to be a sixteen year old red-headed vampire. And, of course, he couldn't check the time on his watch. That would make too much sense for a time-telling device to tell him what time it was. The silly thing stopped working about a week ago, but he just didn't have the heart to stop wearing it. Damn Tyler Simms for his horrible, yet practical, gift-giving. He would have to remember to yell at the younger boy to get it fixed for him though. Surprisingly, it did come in handy every now and again. Reid hates math, but it's a lot easier when he's got a machine on his wrist that's gonna give him all the answers. He silently wondered if they made an updated version of it. You know, one that could actually help in his Algebra II class. If Tyler had it his way, his roommate would be in some kind of advanced Algebra or even Trig. or Calculus, whatever the hell the brainiac was taking this year.


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[Dodger Binx]

Dodger Binx was still trying oh-so-dilligently to continue her unpacking, but continually found herself distracted by one thing or another. First, it was the simplistic fun of pouring all of her things out of a box and then replacing them by stuffing herself in their place, destroying the inflexible cardboard material, but enjoying herself nonetheless. Of course, by doing so she was only creating more work for herself. She had only been in the small town of Ipswich for a week and maybe a couple of days, she couldn't exactly remember. She was too busy being ecstatic about getting out of her parent's house in Salem to worry with counting her days. Either way, it still should have been enough time to get unpacked or at least more so than she was at the current time. It wasn't as though she was avoiding the task, she just didn't exactly know where to begin. This was the first time she had been living somewhere that wasn't owned by her parents, meaning that she more than one tiny room's space to deal with. She had the entire expanse of a rather nice small, cottage-like home to decorate and get fully set up the way she wanted. The bright blonde swung her legs back in forth in random succession, mentally deciding what the next mission on her agenda would be, but then that other distraction came back to visit her small eardrums. Pushing her petite body up and out of the large, brown, square-shaped box, she walked towards the nearest window to investigate further. Her nimble, ring-clad fingers drew back the old torn lace curtains, which she still needed to replace, tied them up so that they weren't obstructing her view, and peered curiously through the thick glass. Even thicker was the layer of dust she had to smeer away in order to see anything out the window. "Bleck!" She announced her disgust. She supposed that was the catch in getting such a great place for so cheap; no one had cared for it, or lived in it for that matter, in quite some time. Bringing her attention back to the sounds she kept hearing, Dodger tried again to check out the outside of her new home. Nothing out of the ordinary seemed to be going on in her little neighbourhood, at least nothing that appeared to be causing the amount of noise she was hearing. Don't get her wrong, she wasn't bothered by it, she simply wished to figure out where it was originating from. She was actually starting to enjoy it. It sounded like some pretty good music. Dodger was interested in finding it so she could dance to it. Not that not finding it was really going to stop her from dancing her heart out. She could dance with the best of them; she just didn't always dance to the same beat...or any beat at all sometimes. So, abandoning her previous post at the window sill to go in search of her nearest pair of shoes, Dodger was intent on finding the culprit of the mystery musique. After scouring the innards of an open box marked 'feet clothes', she came upon a pair of lemon-yellow Converse sneakers. The shoes were practically ancient, but they were Dodger's favourite colour, at least one of her favourites, and her favourite sneakers so there was no way they could have ever been disposed of. Besides, they still fit her feet, so why ruin a good thing, huh? Without taking the time to grab even a thin hoodie, she raced to the front door, exited the house and took off in the direction her ears would take her. She was, of course, smart enough to lock her door and bring the key along with her.

( WORD COUNT, is 630 ) ( OUTFIT, is this ) ( CREDIT, goes to me )

[Era Sanderson]

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Several yards of dark, uneven ground away from the perimeter of bright light emanating from the dells sat a splash of clashing colors and ruffles perched on one of the higher branches of a large oak tree. Said splash of color was one Miss Era Sanderson, a face that hasn't been seen for close to eleven years in Ipswich.

On either side of the tree limb that she occupied dangled two mesh-wrapped legs that swung in opposing pendulums in time with the thudding pumping out of the sub woofer across the clearing. Up about two and a half feet and dead center in the middle of her face was the source of a loud, earsplitting, rhythmic screech in the form of different lengths of the word 'rawr' that somehow managed to keep time with the lyrics of the song playing in the distance. With her head thrown back and her mouth open wide, it was a wonder the occupants of the circle of light a mere forty feet away couldn't hear her wild interpretations of what Nazareth's Hair of the Dog should really sound like.

When the song finally finished, Era swung her legs up and over in a fashion that would unbalance a lesser tree occupant to sit side saddle across the great limb and gathered Zoingo (see photo album for visual reference) the teddy bear turned backpack to her chest. With the blue bear in safe custody, she was now free to do one of her favorite pastimes: stare down at her once again swinging feet and completely forget the reason she decided to drop by the dells to begin with. Oh, sure, she knew it had something to do with the gargantuan party taking place in that oh, so pretty halo of light, but who really had time for details when they could cuddle their backpack and stare at their feet? Certainly not Miss. Era. She was content to sit where she was until the cows came home.

Era let out a small giggle. "Cows," she squealed under her breath, dark eyes lit with excitement."Oh, I love you, you silly moo moos."

:Outfit: :Word Count: 359

[Tyler Simms]

wordcount: 247


"Come on, why the hell does Garwin have to hold us up? I say we just go already."

Tyler looked away from Caleb and over at Pogue. He stayed silent, as always, not wanting to start an argument with one of his four 'brothers', but he really didn't want to head down to the party without Reid. The youngest of the group had always been closest to the troublemaker. Not that he wasn't close to Caleb and Pogue, but the party would consist only of him contributing to the conversation now and again and that would be the extent of it with out Reid around. With him there, Tyler would get more attention and feel less like he was some puppy following the two elders around the Dells and more like he was actually included in what was happening. Caleb on the other hand was never one to put up with Reid's behaivor and was seriously considering Pogue's idea.

"Caleb, look out there, man. This is probably our last year to make an appearance at this bonfire. C'mon, don't you wanna get down there so you can finally get yourself a girl and get away from your over-anxiety, O.C.D. bull?"

Caleb chuckled at the boy's suggestion, shaking his head at the insinuation that he needed to get laid. He wasn't big on one night stands, and the likelihood of him lucking out and finding a long-term girlfriend in one night at a party was near laughable. He scrubbed a hand over his face, thinking over whether or not they should just go on without Reid. He cast a glance down at the watch wrapped around his wrist. "Lets give him five more minutes. If he isn't here by then, we'll just go." Caleb instructed with a sigh.