Logos
Full Member
Posts: 172
|
Prom
Nov 14, 2012 5:15:48 GMT -5
Post by Logos on Nov 14, 2012 5:15:48 GMT -5
Suri:"Well...somebody has to, right?" Suri replied, shrugging as if it was nothing. Which belied the fact that she felt all warm and silly inside from the way Sebi had called her 'awesome.' "Your outfit is pretty funny--in a good way--and I think it's cool that you've got the guts to be, you know, an actual individual instead of some homogenized and packaged product like the Walking Mannequins. Huh. That's not a bad band name right there. I might have to use that if I ever hook up with other people." Yesterday after school, she'd shown Sebi her recording setup--a video camera with a tripod, homemade "green screen" and acoustic buffers made from cardboard egg cartons stapled to plywood sheets, all set up in a corner of the garage. She filmed her videos by playing through a song on drums, then bass guitar, then lead guitar and/or vocals, wearing a different outfit for each. Sometimes she would film the same part more than once, moving the camera each time to switch to a different angle. Then she would go to her video-editing software to merge the different parts in various ways, and put in backgrounds. It was all pretty tedious and time-consuming. And she had to admit to herself, a bit ragged and rough-edged in places, a little too 'homemade'-looking. Hopefully, with Sebi directing, they could produce more professional (not to mention cooler) looking work. "So, have you had any ideas about--oh, heeyelllll, no! 'Battle of the Bands?' Really?!" she said, snippets of Camron and Kira's conversation drawing her eyes to them, and the new poster on the wall. "Oh, great, way to wreck ev--" One of the producers called out her name, and was waving her over. "Sorry, I'll be right back." ... Hooked up with a lapel mike, and still not happy about the 'Battle of the Bands,' Suri stoked herself up to give the TV people a piece of her mind. Soooo, that boy you were talking to...Sebi, I believe? Are you two planning on going to the Prom together?" Sarah asked. "Please. I'm a sophomore, so I'm not 'going to the Prom' in the whole get-a-dress-and-a-date' sense. I'm going to play music--One Girl Revolution, that's my band," she said, tapping her hat to indicate the star and monogram. "I was already signed up to play a set, before you guys went and changed everything. And just so you know, the whole 'Battle of the Bands' thing isn't going to work. See, most of the other musicians actually want to go to the Prom, too.
"That's why we set it up so that musicians would audition, and the ones that got selected--like me, and Camron, and the others did--would each get to play a set, then go dance. But now you've set it up so that only one band gets to be the winner, so they'd have to play the whole night, right? That puts a kabosh on things for anybody who's been planning to spend most of Prom with their date, so now you'll get less people wanting to play, and then no variety at the Prom itself. Either that, or you've gotta switch from the band to DJ music or something, and that'll wreck the flow. It's just a bad system." But it'd be good for you, wouldn't it? Less competition, and better chances for you to be the one being seen on national television?""Well, maybe, but that's not the point. This is school. The point was to give all of us a chance to audition to play for a live audience in a venue that matters to us. Broad student participation for us musicians, and a variety of musical styles for everybody else to dance to. And all of us could have some TV exposure. Plus the musicians would all get plenty of time to dance and enjoy the Prom, too.
"This 'Battle of the Bands' thing would torpedo all that. Plus, we already signed up. We already had our auditions, and the ones that are going to play are already approved, by the head of the music department. It's not fair to undo all that for a worse system." "So, do you think 'One Girl Revolution' wouldn't do well in a Battle of the Bands then?""I'm not afraid of competition. I like competition. A 'Battle of the Bands' would be cool if it was its own thing, instead of about who gets to play at the Prom. If you want a competition, fine--do it the same way the Prom Queen and King thing gets done. All the bands play, then people vote for the one they like best. But the way you've got it set up now, it'd be like having the vote for Royalty before the Prom, and only letting the winners go. You do understand that that would be a really stupid idea, right?" Suri said warily. "The Prom is supposed to be for the whole school--well, the Junior and Senior Classes mostly, but still--not just for a few winners. All those other bands that have been working hard, practicing and getting ready--it's their Prom too. They should get to play. Then they can all dance with their girlfriends and boyfriends while I play. Competition is fine sometimes, but life shouldn't be about trying to stomp everybody else out and grab all the marbles. This is our Prom, not yours. You're guests here. You don't have a right to go and turn it into 'Survivor.'"Taryn:Every curse word she could think of ran through Taryn's mind, over and over again. Finally, she wadded up the school newspaper, with it's 'Boyfriend Diaries' story on the front page, and threw it into a trash can with a snarl. Kira's gonna want t' rip me guts out with a fork! GAH! What did she hafta go an' punch Lorcan for, anyway? Of course he just had t' go in on her interview an' do whatever he did t' force her into this 'girlfriend-boyfriend' codswallop! Right, so what do I do now?Turning a corner on the way to the Auditorium, she spotted a patch of color on the wall where one of Kira's posters had been, and stumbled to a halt. Oh. No.Going to the Auditorium was no longer an option. Kira would be there. Everything was spiraling out of control, and she couldn't do anything about it milling around with a bunch of other kids under the TV crew's cameras. She about-faced and headed for the Fab Lab at a run. Lorcan:"Right there," Lorcan said, pointing to the corridor wall opposite the Auditorium doors. He'd skipped class with a couple of his Operators so they could glue new posters over the 'Lorcan for Prom Queen' ones. This last one would deliver the coup de grace, once the doors opened. One of his boys set the paint tray down, while the other quickly ran a roller over the wallpaper glue it contained, then rolled it on the wall. Lorcan scrolled the last poster open and stuck it up on the wall, pressing it flat. Once he'd gotten done talking with that reporter wench yesterday, he'd got together with his boys, and had them help him surreptitiously get some pictures of Kira's face. That she'd spent the rest of the day looking angry and pouty was a bonus. After school, Lorcan picked his favorite of the bunch, and Photoshopped it onto the body of a whip-brandishing dominatrix so scantily clad the image would be only barely legal to have in a school. Chosen, naturally, to have a body type as close to Kira's as possible. The text read: KIRA FOR PROM QUEEN!
I'll give you a Prom Night you'll never forget! The face was a little blurrier than the rest, and anyone who examined it closely enough would be able to tell it was a 'shop job. But who'd bother? People would have so much more fun making Kira miserable than giving a tinker's cuss about the truth... "Go!" he said, as soon as he was done. While his Operators fled to get rid of the evidence, Lorcan slipped inside, careful not to reveal the poster by opening the doors too wide. There was Kira, talking with David and that git Camron. A few minutes from now, everyone would start to leave, and the TV people would be right there to catch the reactions. He leaned inconspicuously against the wall, wearing a smirk. This was gonna be priceless!
|
|
Ambassador
Full Member
Faith is the substance of things hoped for, the evidance of things not seen.
Posts: 130
|
Prom
Nov 21, 2012 3:11:12 GMT -5
Post by Ambassador on Nov 21, 2012 3:11:12 GMT -5
Cameron "Ruined lives make for good TV. I didn't know you had a band Cameron."
Cameron turned around to face a semi-familiar person. You would think people spent enough time focusing on their own problems, He thought, thinking of little Esperanza and Miranda. Out loud he said, "Well, not exactly. Me and a few friends experimenting, mostly. " He rubbed a hand across the back of his neck. That's when he saw a familiar person running away from a poster that made him blink. "Oh..." he said before he could stop himself. He glanced at Kira and quickly changed course mid-sentence.
"Speaking of which, if I'm going to be a potential musician, I should play the part--I'd better get my guitar. You should go inside," He suggested to Kira, nonchalantly. "Wouldn't want to give them the impression we were worrying about the poster." He grinned in spite of the situation. Cameron waited until Kira was safely inside the auditorium before talking off. However his destination was not his locker, but the Fab Lab--that was the only place he could assume Taryn would be running after she saw that new poster of Kira.
Kira "Speaking of which, if I'm going to be a potential musician, I should play the part--I'd better get my guitar. You should go inside. Wouldn't want to give them the impression we were worrying about the poster."
"Yeah, OK." Kira agreed. It made sense. Cameron waited there for an awkward moment, so Kira took the initiative to turn around and head into the auditorium. That other guy who was talking to Cameron--what was his name? Daniel? Dave?--entered with her. Kira crossed her arms and leaned against the nearest support beam. No offense to this Dave guy, but she wasn't in a particularly chatty mood, and Lorcan having just fallen into her line of sight was not improving that mood. OK, there's one Irishman...where is Taryn?!
|
|
|
Prom
Jan 11, 2013 3:34:17 GMT -5
Post by purplemunster94 on Jan 11, 2013 3:34:17 GMT -5
Lyla
Lyla's eyes widened when she heard the too familiar voice. She wanted to shrink into the floor, and never be seen again, as Caren came storming up to Devon. She watched the painful exchange between the two, and couldn't help feeling sorry for Devon. Of course she was upset about her camera, but she would find a way to fix it, maybe work a few extra hours a week, it wouldn't kill her. She gave Devon an apologetic look when he changed his focus back to her,
"Really, it's not a problem. I mean, yeah, I love my camera, but I should be able to fix it, eventually.....honestly Caren....it...it was just an accident. I....it was probably mostly my fault anyway, I don't pay attention, when I'm walking..."
She tried to manage a smile, but knew it didn't come across as she wanted. She pushed her hair behind her ear nervously, and tried to find away to end the discussion, so everyone could go on with their lives, she didn't want to make any more of a scene then Caren had already created.
Thankfully, the bell for 2nd period to start rang. Lyla sighed heavily and managed a small smile toward both of them, "It will really be alright, accidents happen...besides, it's just a camera. She stumbled on the last part choking back tears. She nodded and then headed out of the auditorium as quickly as possible.
-------------------------------------------
Time Skip: Lunch
Lyla slipped out of class when the lunch bell rang. For once, she was actually wishing to eat lunch in the cafeteria, she hadn't seen Caren, since the incident that morning, and was afraid to learn what she had done. Lyla hoped that it wasn't anything too drastic, and that Devon would get away free. She highly doubted it, but she could hope. As she walked into the newspaper room, she was the first one, as usual. She took her normal seat at her computer and pulled out her camera. She wanted to see if there was anything that could be done. As Devon had said she was short, so maybe the distance to the ground would help the camera be fixable. She knew she was grasping at straws, but she hoped there was some chance of reviving the thing.
OT: Okey dokey....I will hopefully post for the others tomorrow, even though I'm considering dropping Rosie, I haven't made a final decision, but most likely...
|
|
|
Prom
Jan 15, 2013 15:35:36 GMT -5
Post by Bhunivelze on Jan 15, 2013 15:35:36 GMT -5
Mick "I don't know why you thought that was so bad. She might be a little nosey, but if you just play it cool nothing goes too bad."
Mick shrugged. “I guess I’m just doomed to have a bad day.” He looked over and saw Lyla being harassed by Caren and Devon. “Well, at least I’m not the only one having a bad day.” He looked at Rina, her hair so soft, her face so pure. She looked like an angel. A real angel. Maybe Rina would be a nice enough friend. Maybe even something more than that after awhile. Being her secret admirer was rough; maybe being friends would make this pain of awkwardness go away.
Okay, Mick-y boy. Say something to grab her attention!
“Do you want to go to prom with me?”
WHAT WAS THAT!?!? You’re an idiot Mick, an IDIOT! How is THAT going to get you to be her friend?!? You just want to be friends with her!
Knowing he couldn’t take the statement back, Mick just waited for the horrible response to come with a look of fear. Then the bell for second period rang.
Oh, thank you God!
“Oh, uh… there’s the bell… I’ll see you later?” Mick ran out of the gym and onto second period literature. He couldn’t stop thinking of what an idiot he made of himself in front of Rina. He stayed pretty unfocused through the rest of the morning. When the bell rang for lunch, he walked out of class and passed the water fountain in which he damaged his arm. He looked at his cast and sighed. Maybe he could just dodge Rina until, well, ever. He walked over and sat at his usual table and ate in what he hoped would be silence.
Greg
When Greg heard the announcement for all the kids to go to the auditorium, he paused when he heard Mick’s name. “Now what is Mick doing with those names?” he asked himself. He had yet to see his little brother, and honestly didn’t want to yet. But it had to come eventually. He had to tell his family about Victor’s death. Greg let out a small tear at the thought of Victor. The two stayed out of contact after Greg left for college, but just to join the military without saying anything, that was uncalled for. Greg cleared his mind and went walking through the school again. He kept walking until he went by the offices and saw a woman. A beautiful woman with gorgeous blue eyes.
“Hello, I’m Greg Clayson. I guess we’ll be working together?”
|
|
|
Prom
Jan 15, 2013 18:57:36 GMT -5
Post by purplemunster94 on Jan 15, 2013 18:57:36 GMT -5
Olivia
Olivia opened her eyes and rolled over. She practically jumped out of bed when she saw the time. How had she missed her alarm. She ran into the small room across the hall, and shook the little form cuddled into the blankets. "Brendan, it's time to get up sweetie. We have to hurry, or you're going to be late to your new school. We don't want that, now do we? Brendan stirred under the blankets and slowly pulled the blankets away from his face. His blue eyes shown up at her. Olivia smiled, no matter how much her little man looked like his father, his eyes would always be hers.
"Good Morning, mommy!" He said as he sat up a stretch.
Olivia hugged him tightly, "Alright Brendan, up and at em' we've got to get a move on, or mommy's going to be late for work. Wouldn't that be bad?" She stood up from his bed and picked out his outfit handing it to him, "Meet you in the bathroom in a few minutes so we can fix your messy hair."
She headed from the room and pulled on slacks and a nice green blouse. She headed toward the bathroom and grimaced, her hair wasn't much better than Brendan's and she had a lot less time to fix it. She sighed and pulled it back into a messy bun. She remembered the days she used to wake up three hours early to look her best for school. That was never going to happen again. She finished her makeup and called over her shoulder, "Sweet heart, where are you? Come brush your teeth." She laughed when Brendan came around the corner with his shoe's on the wrong feet. "Look, mommy, I helped! Now we wont be late." She nodded, "Thank you sweetie, but maybe we should switch them, I bet those shoe's are a bit uncomfortable like that." After Brendan fixed his shoes, he stood in front of her and she fixed his hair.
She arrived at school just in time to hear the bell ring to start the first class. She jumped out of the car and hurried inside. She had barely made it to Brendan's school. She could not make a habit of this. She got to the desk, "Ms. Mansel, your office is this way. I'm so glad you could come in on such late notice." Olivia turned to see the principle, "It was no problem at all, actually, it helped a lot. I need this, and hopefully I can continue this job just as well as the people before me."
----------------------Skip Lunch-----------------
Olivia was sitting in her office when a guy about her age walked in. It was a little bit of a relief, most of the teachers were much older than her. She smiled, "Yes sir, I'm Olivia Mansel. Just started today. I'm the new counselor. What do you do, Greg?"
OT: Will post for Rina later today...hopefully...
|
|
|
Prom
Apr 29, 2013 20:25:14 GMT -5
Post by Bhunivelze on Apr 29, 2013 20:25:14 GMT -5
Lunch was going normally. The skies had darkened significantly but there wasn’t any rain or lightning so the students still got to eat outside in the quad. Mick looked around and surveyed the area. Rina was out of sight and the rest of the newspaper gang were eating together, probably discussing the prom. He saw Lorcan and his minions take control of the cafeteria. Not in the way of shouting or holding a kid a gunpoint. But just, being there. The shadows seemed to be morphing around them like they just seemed to do with Lorcan. Shivers went down Mick’s spine. He saw Beau and his cousin or brother, whatever he was, and another girl walk over to their table. It wasn’t actually theirs, they actually sit other places usually, but when they do sit together, it’s right there at that table. The wiz kid, Taryn, and her ‘boyfriend’ were discussing something quite loudly. Religion or politics Mick guessed. Mick continued to people watch with the sky getting even darker and the atmosphere getting even weirder. Then as if nothing had happened, a giant hole opened up in the sky. The talking of the students and faculty were getting louder and louder. Caren had her phone out taking pictures with a somewhat creepy grin on her face, probably because something “truly eventful” was happening. Then the talking got silent. Everyone just stared in awe. How could you not? The sky literally just opened up. Mick looked down and surveyed the cafeteria, Greg had run out and started surveying the cafeteria franticly. He spotted Mick and started sprinting with a look of complete fear on his face.
“Mick! Get over here now!” He screamed.
Mick looked at him with a confused look upon his face. As Greg got closer he realized that Greg wouldn’t be like this if it wasn’t an emergency. He put down his apple and grabbed his bag and started half-jogging to his brother, by the time they had reached each other Greg started screaming something but it was blocked out by a new noise. Sirens, screams, and a horrifyingly loud shrieking sound. Mick looked up and realized what the panic was about. A giant chunk of rock was hurtling to the earth. It was going right through the center of the clearing in the sky. It was getting faster and louder and, as if only on instincts, took Greg’s hand and followed him. That’s when the smaller meteors began to fall.
~
Greg grabbed his younger brother and shot over to his jeep as fast as possible. Whirring sounds followed by terrible booms started going off all around them. He didn’t take time to look back at his brother, just regretting not talking to him sooner and keeping his hand held tight. They burst through the highschool doors, knocking some frantic kids over. He started over to his jeep but a force pulled him another way. He looked behind him and saw Mick break the hold Greg had on him and sprint over to the bike racks. A blonde girl was sitting over there in tears. Mick grabbed the girl by the arm and started running back towards Greg with the girl. Greg didn’t question it and started back to his jeep. They got to it and got in. By that time the other students had started getting out of the school. The whirring and crashes were becoming even more frequent. Like something out of a war movie. Greg Looked over at his younger brother and the mystery girl, they were both in and holding on to one another for dear life. Greg hit the gas and when through the grass to get to the road back to the house.
Their old house had a storm cellar on the side that had survived typhoons and earthquakes. Greg just knew that that place would be safe. He drove at speeds he didn’t know his jeep could reach. When the house was in sight he hit the gas even harder, but was blocked by a meteor the size of a car crashing to the right of them. The force made them spin out and flip over. He was fine, a little scraped but fine. He quickly turned around to see how his brother was and was relieved to see that both of the kids were safe. He yelled at them to get out of the car. He got out, not without difficulty, and waited on the two kids to get out. When they were both on their feet they all three ran straight for the cellar. Greg in front with Mick and his friend right behind.
~
Mick was running on pure adrenaline. Rina was okay which was a slight relief, but any relief wouldn’t be enough. When the three of them made it to the cellar Greg grabbed the doors and jumped straight down inside, screaming for the other two. Mick grabbed Rina’s hand and jumped with her. The three just sat in silence as the booms got louder and the already dark room seemed to get darker. The three sat in silence. Or at least he thought. He couldn’t hear anything other than whirring and booms. He sat with Rina in his arms. He would have never guessed that this was going to be how they were going to spend their first day together. He felt a sense of love, holding her the way he was. He finally got to be her hero. He couldn’t see Greg, which was a good thing. All hell had just broken loose and dealing with his brother would be way too much. Then, when everything seemed to stop for a second and Rina had started to loosen her grip, the big boom happened. It was the loudest thing any of them had ever heard. The ground shook and the walls rattled. Mick felt a large hand grab his arm, it was Greg. Greg reached around him and held him. As much as Mick would’ve liked to protest, he couldn’t. He held Rina, and Greg held him. As much as the circumstances seemed to disagree, they were truly safe.
~
A few hours went by. None of them had moved. Not even an inch. Greg sat there holding his brother in the dusty cellar. He remembered the times when his dad would bring them down here when they were in trouble and leave them in there for a few hours as punishment. It was just a cement room. Nothing else. When he felt Mick stir he loosened his grip and started getting up. He could actually hear it. He whispered to himself quietly and could barely hear it, but it was enough. He shouted to Mick, still not sure where he was because of the darkness, but loud enough. “I’m going to see if it’s safe!” He waited for a second for a reply but didn’t receive one. So he turned around and felt for the ladder that led up to the door. He opened it and shut it back quickly. What he saw was… a wasteland. Houses were on fire and the sky almost seemed to glow an evil shade of red. He shook off the shock and looked back out. He couldn’t see any real danger right around their area so he crawled out and looked back at Mick and the girl. They were still sitting there, holding each other. Greg shouted down to the two that it was safe. He turned back to the world and just stood there. It was horrific. Never had he been so glad to hear a song interrupted on the radio when the news flash for the Meteor was broadcast. He just hoped that everyone else at the school was safe. He could hear shuffling from behind him and the felt a hand touch his back. It was the girl. She looked at him and pointed to the house. He slowly turned around and suddenly felt dead inside. His house was completely destroyed. Only by a miracle were the three of them alive. Mick was in tears. While Greg wanted to stay manly and be the grown up for the two younger kids, he just hugged his brother and started crying himself. They both knew that there was no way their father survived whatever happened to their house. He never even thought to go out and get him. He felt guilt hit him like a tidal wave. He held his brother for just a moment longer then released him. “We’re going to be okay Mick. It’s all going to be okay. Promise.” Mick gave him another hug. One that Greg didn’t expect.
When the hug broke the two brothers turned back around to the girl. Mick grabbed the girls hand and looked back to Greg. “We have to find a safer place. I say we head back to the school and look for others.” He thought for a second and decided that looking for survivors would be the right thing to do. “Okay.”
~~
The three walked back to the school. The world burning around them. A new story was being started. The tale of the kids desperate for prom was over. The tale of the survivors, was just beginning.
Mick snapped awake. The bell had just gone off again.
"Class, I expect you all to have the first three chapters of the book read by tomorrow!" The teacher said as the students packed up their things. Mick was dazed and confused. He'd obviously fallen asleep but he never did that. Mick stood up and gathered his things and on his desk found 20,000 Leagues Under the Sea. Mick had to let out a smile. This was his all-time favorite book. He had the entire first part of the book memorized. When class ended he ducked out behind everyone else just prayed that Rina or Greg was anywhere to be found.
|
|
Ambassador
Full Member
Faith is the substance of things hoped for, the evidance of things not seen.
Posts: 130
|
Prom
May 31, 2013 6:32:27 GMT -5
Post by Ambassador on May 31, 2013 6:32:27 GMT -5
Cameron "Taryn!" He whispered urgently for the umpteenth time. She had locked herself in the fab lab and they had both missed a committee meeting because of it--not that he minded that. But now lunch was started and chances of Kira not seeing the poster were slimmer and slimmer. "We, I, mean you, should at least warn her. It would be better coming from you." Cameron meant well but even he recognized how unencouraging his words probably sounded to her. If her brother had made that poster, which also assumed Kira had made the first poster, then this was a battle Taryn probably wanted to fight undercover. Or maybe both posters were a sham put on by the TV network for more drama. "Ohhhh' the TV network...." He muttered to himself. "I am such an idiot."
There was a thud as Cameron's head connected with the door. If he had been thinking straight he should have pulled down the poster before it became breaking news. Stupid, selfish him. The thought somewhat startled him. He liked to act in the interest of others but he was usually a pacifist in any area of life--as if ignoring a problem could make it go away, he thought bitterly. Thoughts of Miranda and Tanner sprung unbidden into his thoughts, followed by the Taryn/Kira/Lorcan weird triangle thingy. Now he wished he had torn the poster down, as if that one move could have fixed everything.
Kira As the lunch bell rang Kira shuffled to the door of the gym with the other committee students, arms crossed, thourally annoyed. Cameron never came back after all and Taryn had never shown up, which had left Kira all alone. Not that it had been that bad. Kira had been pretty much ignored and left alone which was how she liked it, but she was worried about the other too. Lorcan was looking more smug than usual, which annoyed and concerned her. Had Cameron and Taryn ditched school again? Where they like, a thing? Kira thought Cameron didn't believe in the whole dating scene. Umfortunatly, that was the last bliss full thought Kira had.
As she stepped out of the gym, she heard mummering and laughter. Even with the group of students crowded around it, Kira still saw the poster. She probably would have stood there for all eternity gawking at it in shock. But her body took over and darted back into the gym restroom. She stood there for several seconds, heart racing. Then she opened the door a crack and examindend the damage from safety. Her heart kept pounding and she waited for the anger to come. But...it didn't, at least not in the way she expected. Up until now, the whole Lorcan situation had felt so...personal. She didn't know how to deal with personal. True, she had started this whole situation: punching him in the face (she wanted a reprise) and putting up degrading posters. And now...now he had responded in kind, he was playing this game on her ]turf. Now he was just another bully, even if he was the mewnest, grossest, rudest WOMANIZER bully ever, and she was going to take him down like all the others. Maybe viewing him like this was the only way she would stay sane--she didn't think she could handle taking this personally anymore. He might be the king in this chess match, but she was the queen: everybody knew who had the most power. She didn't know how she would do it, but she was going to put him into check mate.
Kira took a deep breath. Every move in this game was going to be a sacrifice. Right now, it was going to take every ounce of her courage to walk out of that bathroom.
Caren Caren burst into the journalism room where Lyla was working faithfully. "Do you see what's going on out there?! The mysterious poster poster strikes again! Wait...what did I just say?! 'Poster poster? Hmmmm kinda catchy, actually.... " Caren slammed herself down in a chair and started typing rapidly, rambling to Lyla about all the spreads Still needing to be done, and ranting about the TV people stealing their thunder.
Suddenly the doorway to her journalism room was marred by a dark shadow. Acctaully it was the shadow of a tall, blond, lean handsome person that she really hated right now. "Oh. It's you."
Devon "Um, can I come in?" Silence. "Er, great, thanks." Devon entered the journalism room, trying to look anywhere but Lyla. Caren's eyes burned a hole in him, but he was use to that. It was lyla he was unsure of. "Here," he held out a small black cylinder to her. "I found it in the gym and figured it was important," he dropped the film canaster in her hand. "That's really cool that you develop your own film. Do you do digital too?" His brain was overworking. Before she could reply, he said, " look, I am really sorry about the camera. I was a total ass. I'll make it up to you, OK?" Apology weren't really Devon's thing. So naturally his hyperactive brain changed the subject a second time in two seconds. His eyes alighted upon a prom spread she was working on. "Soooo are you planning on going? To the dance?"
|
|
Logos
Full Member
Posts: 172
|
Prom
Jun 3, 2013 9:46:37 GMT -5
Post by Logos on Jun 3, 2013 9:46:37 GMT -5
Taryn:
Entering the Lab and closing the door behind her, Taryn felt some of her anxiety go away. Here was the one place where she felt like she had at least a little power. Right. Get to it. Least I can do is have somethin' for her next time I see her. Taryn pawed through the boxes of donated gadgets until she found a suitable older-generation iPhone. It was a bit battered, but when she'd brought up this idea, Kira had said she couldn't afford a smartphone. Thus, a less-than-shiny device would look convincingly hers if she was seen using it. Taryn hooked it to a computer with a USB cable, logged in, and then brought up her secure files in the cloud. She started running the jailbreak program, then opened a program she called "MCG."
She told Lorcan it stood for Mapping, Communications, Graphics. He'd forced her to make it for him as a way for him and his mooks to be able to locate and communicate securely with each other on a "job." To her, it stood for "MacGuffin," something used as a key plot device--in this case, her plot to bring him and the Operation down. If he knew about the back door she'd coded in...or who was watching through it, Taryn was sure he'd kill her, and not in any metaphorical sense. She had her own version, with other features in place of the back door. She was just about to download it into Kira's phone when she hesitated.
Wait--if she has the Whistle, she might blow it before we're ready. As much as she admired Kira's courage and free spirit, her friend was...impulsive. And I'm not sure if I trust Jack with Kira's life anyway. I'll re-code it. To call 911 and put in a voice to ask for help in case Kira's not in a position to talk. And notify me. Taryn got into the source code, diving into a universe of mathematics and binary logic, arcane incantations that ran the modern world. Here was her Avalon, her mystic, mist-shrouded isle, whence Lorcan, his mooks, their mysterious boss in London, or for that matter, any of the other Mean People in her world, could not follow her.
She'd just gotten a good coder's trance going when something yanked her back.
"Taryn!"
Camron? What's he doing here? How am I even on his bucket list now? His situation with Tanner, the stupid TV show vultures landing to feed on the flesh of his dead sister to wring out a few rating points, and worst of all, his pain. All of it, a situation she felt utterly helpless to do anything about, when she was already fighting for her and Kira's lives in a two-front war.
"We, I, mean you, should at least warn her. It would be better coming from you."
A stab in the chest. Of course he was right. She should have run to Kira and warned her, instead of coming here! Got her to ditch school or something, until she could find a way to get rid of the posters and maybe find a way to get the media jakals and schools of GossiPiranha back to having their feeding frenzies elsewhere. The carefully-planned moves of her strategy against the Operation and Lorcan would have to be accelerated, because the second front--protect Kira from Lorcan!--was on the brink of disaster.
"Ohhhh' the TV network...." Camron muttered. "I am such an idiot."
Wha? He's the one who had the right idea! Kira will have seen the posters by now, and even if she hasn't, Caren, Ace Reporter is probably already writing up 'Boyfriend Diaries II!'
A thud on the door jolted Taryn from her increasingly panicked thoughts.
"Camron? Are you alright?" Save. Encrypt. Close. As fast as her shaking fingers could operate the keys. Already, her mind was conjuring an image of Lorcan slamming his head into the door, holding him hostage.
|
|
Ambassador
Full Member
Faith is the substance of things hoped for, the evidance of things not seen.
Posts: 130
|
Prom
Jun 25, 2013 20:13:42 GMT -5
Post by Ambassador on Jun 25, 2013 20:13:42 GMT -5
Cameron "Cameron? Are you alright?" Taryn sounded genuinely scared as if she was afraid his head has exploded.
He moaned, "Yes. I should have just torn it down." He said through clenched teeth."But, are you alright? What are you doing in there?"
Kira
She pushed open the door and stepped back into the hallway. She pushed someone accidently. The boy she jostled did a double take.
"Hey, poster girl! You have my vote for prom queen, all the way!"
The pounding in her ears drowned everything else out. She pounded down the halls and pushed past all obsticals. She found her feet flying up the stairs until her shadow filled the doorway.
"Caren," Kira said, "I need a favor."
|
|
Logos
Full Member
Posts: 172
|
Prom
Jun 26, 2013 6:49:14 GMT -5
Post by Logos on Jun 26, 2013 6:49:14 GMT -5
Taryn:
"I'm alright," she said, hurrying over to the door to unlock it and wave him inside, with a quick check of the hallway. "I was jailbreakin' a smartphone for her, and loadin' up some security programs she could use to avoid Lorcan, or call for help if she needed to. I...wanted t' have somethin' t' give her next time I saw her. T' try an' make up for what he did. But you're right, I shoulda just warned her.
"As for tearin' the one ye saw down, I'd bet teeth that Lorcan an' his mooks put posters up all over th' school." Taryn bit her lip as she tried to figure out what to do next. "Do ye think we should go find her? Ye seem t' be...a lot better at th' whole 'relatin' t' people' thing than I am."
|
|
|
Prom
Jul 19, 2013 1:36:09 GMT -5
Post by purplemunster94 on Jul 19, 2013 1:36:09 GMT -5
Lyla
Lyla looked up, but when straight back to examining her camera, when Caren walked in. Yet again, the reporter was on a rampage about all the latest drama at Bentley High. At the moment she didn't care about any of it, all she wanted to do was sit in a quiet room alone. She was positive her camera was busted, and in such a way that it would be rather difficult for her to fix. It was funny how things worked, her father had worked so hard to save enough money for her to buy a dress for prom, then the same day her camera was destroyed. Lyla made a decision at that moment that she would not tell her father, and she would work extra hours so she could pay for it herself. When the door opened for a second time, Lyla expected to see Sebi. When she realized it was Devon she tried to shrink into her chair and appear to not be there.
When he walked over to her and held out his hand to give her something, she was very unsure. Reluctantly she held out her hand and watched as one of her film canisters dropped into her palm. She couldn't help but smile, it was very thoughtful of him to bring it by, a lot of people would have just left it sitting on the floor, even if they had destroyed her camera. When he started bombarding her with questions she had no idea how to react. By the time she was trying to answer one question Devon was asking another. Finally he ended on the topic of Prom. She felt her cheeks burn when he asked if she was going, she knew he wasn't asking because he actually cared, but it still made her blush. She placed her camera on her desk and stood up pushing her loose hairs behind her ear.
Lyla nodded, "Yes, I'm going. Well I was." It had just hit her that the reason she was going to prom was to take pictures. Prom was so close, and she no longer had a camera. She could probably borrow one, but it wasn't one like hers. "I'm supposed to be taking pictures of all the couples, and people that show up. It's my job as one of the schools only photographers. Besides, my dad really wants me to go."
|
|