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Post by Sparky on Nov 4, 2018 20:05:56 GMT -5
[ On the old forum I was able to upload images as long as they were jpegs. Do you know if that's changed? ]
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Post by sempis on Nov 4, 2018 21:03:52 GMT -5
[ hmm... I don't think I do, sorry. ]
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Post by Sparky on Nov 4, 2018 21:15:58 GMT -5
[ Ah, well, I guess I'll have to figure that out. I'll probably be uploading some(let's hope) tomorrow. ]
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Post by lazy penguin on Nov 5, 2018 11:47:38 GMT -5
(Heyo!)
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Post by sempis on Nov 5, 2018 12:02:21 GMT -5
[ hey y'all! ]
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Post by Sparky on Nov 5, 2018 12:26:40 GMT -5
[ Aloha! It's my lunch hour right now so naturally I'm in the library working on physics xc ]
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Post by lazy penguin on Nov 5, 2018 12:29:19 GMT -5
(Classy. I'm going to try and skip ahead later tonight, so if you have anything you wanted to finish up, I'd suggest doing that now!)
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Post by king rook on Nov 5, 2018 12:52:18 GMT -5
New people! That's fun
![](https://i.imgur.com/UQVCLN6.png)
It was probably rude to be surprised other people were interested, but he was, he was very surprised. This club wasn't exactly where the cool kids hung out. If Wally was just on the Baseball team, he'd be a jock, but he was on baseball and cryptid club so he was a nerd. Note the overwhelming power of weirdos.
He couldn't help but give the new boys a once over, he noted with annoyance that Lucien was slightly taller than him. For a long time, Wally had been the tall one (no offence to Stevie or Asa but- come on.) This wasn't to say Lucien was a bad guy, he was probably lovely, but still. In a club as weird as this one, you have to cling to whatever you have that makes you stand out, and Wally just said goodbye to being The Boyfriend, and now he wasn't even the Tallest One. Damn. James seemed nice, a little nervous though, but who was he to judge? Wally felt nervous all the time, he'd just learn to smoother it was laughter. James also seemed to be a less threatening height, but only just. Wally was going to have to go on steroids before the year was out.
He felt bad as Macie left but couldn't bring himself to wave goodbye, or even acknowledge her, so he just stared at the new boys staring at the flyer. He could make amends later, when he knew what to say to her. When he managed to come up with an excuse.
As people introduced themselves, he smiled and gave a little wave, "I'm Wally. Welcome to the weirdest and yet simultaneously most boring town in America. And you don't listen to those two," He jerked his head at Stevie and Asa, "Hardly anyone goes missing here. And we try not to make a habit out of finding skeletons in the woods."
Actually a body would be just what the doctor ordered. No time to think about romance problems when there's a corpse on your front door! And with a bit of luck, hoping Macie's brothers don't kill him, the corpse wouldn't even be Wally's, which is always a good thing.
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Post by king rook on Nov 5, 2018 16:31:01 GMT -5
{ random question but where in America is this set? Like the north east? }
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Post by Sparky on Nov 5, 2018 17:19:08 GMT -5
[ Wisconsin I believe... ]
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Post by lazy penguin on Nov 5, 2018 18:20:49 GMT -5
(Yep, Wisconsin! So upper Midwest.
I'm going to start on that timeskip/minor character interlude now, so expect that within the hour!)
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Post by Sparky on Nov 5, 2018 18:26:18 GMT -5
[ alright sounds cool to me! ]
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Post by sempis on Nov 5, 2018 18:40:58 GMT -5
[ sounds good! I'm excited ]
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Post by lazy penguin on Nov 5, 2018 21:13:01 GMT -5
(ahh sorry it's taking so long. i lowkey think my word count right now is somewhere in the 1000s so yikes.)
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Post by Sparky on Nov 5, 2018 21:28:57 GMT -5
[ it totally fine, you're just making me drool in anticipation xD. Anyway I totally forgot how to imbed images into this site from photoshop and I also totally forgot how to use photoshop. I have the image but I just dont.know.how.to.put.it.in. ... sempis I think I might try your method tomorrow but I really need to do homework tonight. ] Edit: okay nvm I tried the lunapic way and it was super fast let's see if this works. ]] ![](http://i.imgur.com/IBS6JDU.png) [[ OOOkayyy ewww. I'm gonna have to make another one some other time.
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Post by lazy penguin on Nov 5, 2018 21:41:19 GMT -5
m i n o r c h a r a c t e r s
Interlude I
![](https://i.imgur.com/d7QkFLH.jpg) The sun was a pale gold when it rose out of the horizon early Thursday morning. It had been almost a week since, Firesbrooke Community High’s annual club fair, and students were finally starting to adjust to their new schedules. One of these students was junior Kalya Miller.
Every morning she and the rest of the cheerleading team would meet up to practice before classes began, and Kayla aiming to be team captain senior year had convinced herself never to miss a day. It had been a tough routine, and since stupid Betty Hamilton didn’t think she was good enough to be in the front, she’d spend most of her mornings working on homework or Instagramming with friends rather than actually practicing. But now, the team moved as one, their acts succeeding almost seamlessly.
As the other girls headed back to the locker room to pick up their stuff, Kayla stayed behind, jamming her sweatshirt in a back door to keep it open as she headed out.
God sometimes the sunrise is simply mesmerizing, she thought grabbing a cigarette out of her backpack and lit it. Mesmerizing is a good word, I should use it in a song one of these day. She shook her head, realizing that all her stuff was still in the locker room, including her band notes. She didn’t know how long she sat outside, enjoying the privacy of the early morning and the tranquil serenity of the woods, but she had just risen to her feet when she saw it.
Someone- no, something was stumbling through the woods in her direction. She stood petrified by morbid fascination. It was easily seven feet tall. It was easily strong enough to tear one of the young birch trees right out of the ground. And it had definitely spotted her.
“Shit,” she murmured, quietly at first, her body still incapable of movement. “Shit!” The lighter dropped out of her hand, as her legs quivered. “No, no, no. Not today. Not today,”
And then her legs moved, and moved, and moved. She sprinted back through the door, subconsciously pulling her sweatshirt out from the entrance. She was halfway through the gym when she heard it. It was like a howl- no a caterwaul, no a scream. The the scream of an animal intent on harm. Like it saw its prey and was celebrating in its own horrible, horrible way. She didn’t want to, but her head swiveled around, turning her attention to the door she’d just entered through. And…
She saw nothing. Nothing at all. Outside no shape, no figure, no creature. Just woods. Just the forest.
“Kay, are you okay?” A voice shook her from her thoughts. Betty Hamilton had returned, both her stuff and Kayla’s slung over her shoulder. “The other girls said you’d stayed behind so I didn’t want you to get locked out,” she explained, holding in her outstretched hand Kayla’s bookbag.
“Oh- uh, thank you,” she replied, pressing her hand to her temple as she accepted her stuff. “Hey, by any chance did you hear anything strange just now?”
Her question was met with a quizzical expression. “No, no weird noises here,” she chuckled nervously. “Are you okay Kay, do you need me to take you to the nurse. You look pretty shaken up?”
“I’m fine.” she replied instinctively, heading toward the door. “It was probably nothing.”
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Joan Hackett was lucky to be heading home early that afternoon, as her day had been particularly uneventful. Sure she’d had worse days, but sometimes day were something happened were more crucial than those were nothing happened. At least for her sanity, that was. Even if she knew something bad was happening, she thrived knowing that she could do something about it. Now all it felt like was that she was missing something.
She sighed, pulling over at a Starbucks so she could text her kids- and so she could refuel with some much needed caffeine.
‘Hey guys headed home early, is there anything you need for Club today Stevie?’ It was perhaps a one-sided question, but if Robin ever had a problem he was quick to ask for help. Plus, today his entire plan was just work. If he needed anything, he’d be surrounded by competent people.
So of course, he was the first to respond. ‘Mom, you know how bad signal is at that high school, you’d be lucky to get an amber alert through those walls’ Joan rolled her eyes. Sometimes she really hated that her kids took after their dad in terms of sarcasm. Why couldn’t they just be frank for once. Instead of expressing this, however, she simply typed back ‘Aren’t you supposed to be working or something?’ and put her cell in her coat pocket. She would deal with him when she got home.
As she drove home, she began to relax, watching as tree after tree blurred past enveloping her in pure forest. On slow days, she’d drive past the woods, windows open so she could just listen to the birds chirp and the forest hum. It was raw and natural and one of the most relaxing sounds on the planet.
But this time, the birds were drowned out by something much more interesting. Blue and red flashing lights.
She’d no sooner turned on her radio when she saw the cop car pulled over on the side of the road. Skid marks veered off the road into the towering tree line. It looked like a bad crash, so naturally she pulled over.
She recognized the patrol officer, Adam Howell, as he walked back from the sight of the crash, the front of the other car completely crumpled against a tree. He looked up surprised, as Joan stepped out.
“Hackett? What are you doing here?” he asked, his voice laced with confusion.
“I was just driving by, are you waiting for a tow-truck or..?” her voice trailed off as his expression turned dark.
“No, I was just driving home too. It looked like a nasty crash and since I’d heard no report of it I pulled over. Not a lot of people take this road, so I was worried there’d be serious injuries.” He paused, scratching the top of his head. “Only problem is there’s no driver. And the front seat- well, it’s heavily damaged. A chance of someone being able to walk away from a crash like that, it’s not high.”
Joan rubbed her temple, silently cursing herself for wanting something interesting. “Well, what do we know?” she asked her voice hushed.
“Well not much, but I did find a wallet on the driver’s side floor. It looks like it could’ve fallen out of a pocket during the crash.”
“Our mystery driver is one Ines Shepard.”
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Stevie Hackett stood in Mr. Bird’s history classroom, setting out a tray of chocolate chip cookies, hoping the scent could lead members to the club. She didn’t know why she was fretting this much over the stupid first meeting. Sure if no one came she’d be doomed a failure and no one would ever speak to her again, but who cared. Surely that happened to everyone every now and then.
Her presentation today had been well-thought out- hell she’d even asked her brother for some pointers. They’d start with a brief introduction to cryptids, then progress to an introduction to the new members (if there were any). Then hopefully someone would have a talking point that they’d dive into. Otherwise, Stevie would have to bs for like a half and hour. Never a good thing, she reminded herself.
Scattering a few extra flyers she sat in wait, anxious for members to pour through the door.
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Post by lazy penguin on Nov 5, 2018 21:43:28 GMT -5
(okay I cut the stevie part down so that it was more manageable and open for responses.
also! so yes, what i just posted is something i'm calling a minor character interlude. you guys can post them too! it's basically just a way to advance the plot through something your main character may not know, but a minor character might. have fun!)
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Post by Sparky on Nov 5, 2018 22:45:44 GMT -5
The forest surrounding Firesbrooke felt like an escape from reality to James. He sat - naturally - cocooned in the thick, spindly limbs of an old oak tree. In that moment, James wasn't thinking about anything. Not school. Not the absence of food from his empty stomach. Not his father. No, at that moment the songs of birds enveloped him and impeded any negative thoughts. He breathed softly, brushing his hand gently on the branches of the oak tree. Being far from the earth was nothing new to James. He couldn't help but feel comforted - not frightened - by the magnificent view(regardless of how high it was). A golden sun creeped soundlessly into a blended blue sky. Snap! James jerked his head in the direction of the sudden noise whilst gripping the trunk tighter. The sound reverberated throughout the woods, and James couldn't help but feel foolish at his fear. Probably just an animal, he thought, regaining his composure before deciding to check his watch. Well shit, James punched himself mentally, downclimbing from the tree with haste and pushing the unnerving sound to the back of his mind. That didn't matter at the moment. I'm late. James dropped from the lowest branch and landed with a thud, then grabbed his backpack that he had left at the trunk of the tree and took off. He wasn't deep into the forest, and his bike awaited him at the edge.
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As James approached the school he began to slow, noticing that he had made good time. Students were still filing into the building, and James swiftly put his bike into the rack and headed of for his classes. Upon entering the building, James knew that he wouldn't be able to focus during any of his classes. The first Cryptid Club meeting was today, and his mind never wandered far from something that he anticipated greatly. With the meeting on his mind, every class seemed to be drawn out and dull - well, duller than usual. The only class that he was able to focus in was gym. The damned class required so much physical effort that he wasn't allowed to think. As he changed from his gym clothes and showered, however, the Cryptid Club meeting launched itself into the forefront of his thoughts. Mr. Bird's room... I know where that is. During the past week, James had acquired a mental map of the school's layout. It was crude but he was sure to remember the meeting place of his only club. He exited the gym and took off for the meeting, finding himself going at a more rapid pace than usual. Why are you so intent on flying to this meeting? James questioned himself, forcing his legs to slow down. Right, he thought, you haven't talked to a single peer since two days ago when a freshman asked for directions. He couldn't help that he was quiet and unnoticeable... or that he couldn't give a freshman directions. He reached Mr. Bird's classroom and walked in through the open door. Great, first one here, James spoke internally, seeing Stevie at the front of the room with... oh my god.
"Oh my god, are those chocolate chip?" James asked, voicing his thoughts. He approached the tray after setting his backpack down at a desk along the way. "Wait, no. The real question is - how many can we have?" James couldn't help but smile a little as he picked one up, noting that they were still warm.
[[ augh I really need to get on with my Calculus homework.... but anyway this took a lot less time than usual posts so I think I'm actually getting the hang of it! ]]
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Post by lazy penguin on Nov 6, 2018 11:02:14 GMT -5
(Good morning everyone!)
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Post by king rook on Nov 6, 2018 11:35:25 GMT -5
What a nice day, i sure do hope my mum doesn't go missing, that would really suck.
![](https://i.imgur.com/UQVCLN6.png)
Although he could now drive, Wally didn't have the luxury of pulling up to school in a swanky car. The family had two cars, his dad's old, red, and much beloved, Volvo and his mother's fancier black Audi. The Audi was for the big jobs, the ones that would take her into the city for a weekend or two as she helped out some firm that had saved money by outsourcing their help to a little nobody town. Wally was not allowed to drive the Audi, Wally was not even allowed to look at the Audi. Not that he really wanted to. There were so many buttons on the dashboard.
His dad needed his own car for work anyway, so Wally cycled to school, like he did most days. He didn't mind it too much honestly, he was in good shape so getting up the hill to school was nothing, and he liked the cold winter air in the morning. He liked the way his bike cut through the light fog, and the little bit of dew on his hair by the time he reached the front door. The low sun warmed his face and made the clouds of his breath visible and as turned the last corner on the main road and reached school, made notable by the swarms of people outside.
As he locked his bike to the rack and bounded up the steps two at a time, he was unaware that on the other side of town, his mother's sleek black car was crumpled like an empty bag of chips against a tree. He was unaware that she was missing from the nasty crash, and he was unaware that something was moving in the woods. All he was aware of was that he was late to his first class.
-- He blustered into Mr. Bird's room not long after James, hair still slightly wet and glistening in the weak light of the classroom, "Heyo, guys and gals." He swung in, one hand on the door frame, arching into the classroom. A very quick scan told him the area was Macie-free and with a guilty glee, he headed in without worry. There was no way Stevie would go for his head with the new guy here.
"Cookies, Stevie?" He eyed them but he didn't take one, "To lure into unsuspecting teenagers? Sounding a little bit like the witch in Hansel and Gretel these days."
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Post by king rook on Nov 6, 2018 11:35:53 GMT -5
{ going to type up a bit about Wally's family for the minor characters now
Edit: did his family and the captain of the baseball team }
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Post by Deleted on Nov 6, 2018 12:18:20 GMT -5
Asa Cohen "we are the dreamers of dreams."
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If there was one word to describe the Cohen family, it was loud. Bustling, noisy, too much for him sometimes.
"Asa, Asa," as he left his room, a little hand tugged on him. He would've looked down, but Adam was just about his height, now. He grinned, and spoke rapid Arabic. "Mom said that you're driving Sam and me to school. Is it true? Is it?"
A doubtful frown crossed Asa's face as he gently unhooked Adam's fingers from his shirt, and he headed downstairs. The boy followed eagerly, eyes wide behind his glasses. He entered the kitchen, which was far busier than the rest of his house. From his mother cooking breakfast at the stove, to his father reading a newspaper, to Simon and Angelica arguing over hot guys, or something like that. But the second she saw her baby brother, Angelica all but flung herself at him, wrapping him in a hug.
"Angel," he patted her awkwardly, looking to his parents for help. But none would come. He'd already known that. "I didn't know you were home."
He'd tried to throw her off with Vietnamese. But, as the mother's favourite, she caught on and smiled slyly, pushing him into one of the seats and bouncing off to get him coffee. Well, if there's one thing she's good for.
Not all of the Cohen family spoke Vietnamese. Danielle, Angelica, and Asa. That was it. The golden trio. The twins looked at them curiously, but didn't try to decipher what they were saying. Bits and pieces could be figured out, but they didn't know exactly what was being said. It meant that Angelica had free reign to say what she wanted to Asa, without fear of anyone but their mother figuring it out. And she wasn't paying attention. There were shadows under her eyes that suggested a sleepless night, and she was already dressed for work.
"So, there's this boy, his name is Casper--" and off she went into her ramble of how he'd broken her heart (despite the fact she barely knew him), how he'd rejected her invitations to party, and how he was a cute boy but she knew that he was a bastard boy. A coward. She was not eloquent with her words, but the sentiment was there. Asa drank his coffee and nodded along lazily, before he stood up and grabbed his messenger bag.
"You're taking the twins to school, right?" she asked, broken from her ramble of boys. "Let me come."
"You don't have a driver's license so you'd be stuck at my school. No. [Eff] off."
"Language, Asa," his mother barely looked up from where she'd settled for her own breakfast.
The twins had grabbed their backpacks, so Asa stuck his middle finger at Angelica, before he walked out with the terrible two wandering behind him.
The Cohen Truck was a terrible, shitty thing. They were poor, like, what was expected? But it worked, and it was a truck, and it completely fit Asa's entire aesthetic. He bundled the twins into the cabin before climbing into the driver's side, and setting off for their middle school. Then he could go to school.
Classes weren't hard to Asa, but he couldn't sit still. He bounced his leg, blurted out answers, and was generally the class clown - a title that he hated. Gym was easy enough, because he was a bouncy lad who just needed to expend his energy. Afterwards, he basically set fire to himself in the showers. It was fun. He had fun!
He wasn't long behind Wally when he walked to Mr Bird's room, hair fluffy and messy after his intense towel session, and also probably a quick detour to the bathroom to stick his head under the hand-dryer, much to a Freshman's amusement. Asa had excellent solutions.
"'Sup [f word]s." he said, glancing to the new member - James, he thought, - before taking a cookie and wiggling his eyebrows at Stevie. Then, he retreated to sit on top of one of the tables, tired of sitting in chairs all day. "Finally, some good food."
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Post by . on Nov 6, 2018 12:41:14 GMT -5
Macie had woken up early to the sound of Wesley shouting at some video games at three in the morning. Though her brother had gone to sleep shortly after that, Macie had been unable to fall back asleep. She'd taken out her phone and considered texting Wally, but then had set it back down. She wanted to talk to him. She missed him so much. All she wanted was Wally, but she couldn't give in. She couldn't just come crawling back to him after he hurt her like that. She'd then considered texting Stevie before realizing that her friend was most likely asleep. With nobody to contact, she'd just worked on some homework until her alarm went off at six in the morning.
Then it was a flurry of activity as she headed downstairs to see Riley at the stove making eggs for the children. Not that they were really children anymore. Alden was outside with Emerson, helping the oldest boy chop up some firewood for the upcoming cold weather. Simon and Wesley were arguing over... something. This was actually quite tame compared to when she got together with extended family. Riley had six siblings - mostly boys - that all had a few children of their own. Alden wasn't much better.
Despite the relative calm, it was still a little too chaotic for Macie in her currently exhausted state.
After breakfast and scrambling to make sure everyone had their stuff together, the triplets piled into the truck that they shared. It had made it through her uncle Elijah, then Riley, then Emerson, and now the triplets. The thing was barely running, but it got them to their school and jobs and occasionally a friend or family event. When they got to class, they all split up to go their separate ways and Macie was glad for the distraction of classes.
She made it through her classes with ease, but couldn't help feeling slightly sick as she approached Mr. Bird's room. She was excited for the first meeting of the Cryptid Club and the new members, but she was not ready to see Wally again. Wes was walking beside her, grinning as he followed his sister into the classroom.
"Stevie," Wes said with a grin. "Just here to drop the sister off. Maybe next year I'll join," he said, giving her a small wave and then swiping a cookie. As he turned, he caught a glimpse of Wally and his smile faded. He glanced at Macie and didn't say anything, but gave Wally a glare before turning to head away to football practice.
Macie watched her brother go, glad he hadn't tried to confront Wally. He always told her that he was going to have a word with her ex, but she was worried about what would happen if Wally and Wes really did get into it.
She looked over at Stevie and grabbed a cookie, ignoring Wally for the moment. "Ready for this?" she asked, glancing at the newer members. Then she caught sight of Asa and grinned. "And Asa. How've you been?" she asked.
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Post by kiwi cheesecake on Nov 6, 2018 14:00:59 GMT -5
(HELL YEAH BOI HARLEY BE DONE AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA lazy penguin)
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Post by lazy penguin on Nov 6, 2018 15:51:12 GMT -5
(sweet! she looks good to me!)
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Post by lazy penguin on Nov 7, 2018 7:20:11 GMT -5
(Good morning guys! Sorry for not typing up a response, I was watching the midterms! Hopefully I'll be able to post something later this afternoon, though.)
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Post by kiwi cheesecake on Nov 7, 2018 14:00:16 GMT -5
I'ma try to get a harley starter up but like I'm struggling on muse jnbfkvhberiafbrjev ))
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Post by kiwi cheesecake on Nov 7, 2018 16:34:51 GMT -5
Harley|x|Nebula
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Something was in the air today. Harley could smell it through the must of old books when she woke that morning. Something... acrid. Ominous. Like the cold stare of a Mngwa drilling its way into your back. She shivered despite herself, wrapping the blankets of her attic bed tighter around herself. She didn't want to go to school today. Turning into a regular Daybreak teenager now, aren't we? she thought to herself, reluctantly shoving the warmth of her quilt to the side. But it was one of those days where you wouldn't leave the house if you could help it. A day when the air felt heavy and sooty. A day when the light from the pale sun might be obscured by a thick bank of clouds, plunging the world into total black.
Harley quickly threw on some clothes, trying her best to push the feeling of unease to the back of her mind. Today was supposed to be a fun day. After all, it was the reunion of the Cryptid Club, something she had joined last year on a whim. Stevie and the others had been nice enough, even if their ideas on the so-called cryptids were completely wrong. Maybe they know what's going on, Harley thought. They do seem to be rather intuitive. Especially that Stevie.
Harley quickly threw on her black jacket, tucking her spellbook into the satchel she carried her other school materials in. She crept down the attic stairs, trying her best not to wake Minerva. The old woman was a night owl like Harley, but didn't run well on little sleep. Harley had taught herself how to survive a night with 4 hours of sleep and still wake up on time, a trait which surprisingly was very useful among Daybreakers. She walked from the creaky bookstore to school that morning, relishing the crisp morning air. The aura of unease wasn't so stifling here, almost as if the sweet coldness of the gentle breeze had swept it away. She sighed quietly. Hopefully it didn't come back.
School went by in a blur that day. Math was a mix of incomprehensible numbers(Who even uses this stuff?), history a mixture of useless facts about a country she didn't belong to(Why is it so important to memorize a piece of paper??), english a bunch of pointless friendship exercises(WHY ARE WE STILL DOING THIS IT'S THE SECOND WEEK OF CLASS?!?!!?!?! STARS ABOVE!). Harley couldn't wait for it to all be over so she could catch up with the club members. During the school day, she bookmarked three spells in her book- "Fire", "Detection", and "Aura". None of it really mattered- she didn't have nearly enough material components to cast any of them. But it was always nice to know she had that protection with her, even if she couldn't use it.
Before she knew it, she was gliding into Mr. Bird's classroom, plastering a fake smile over her face as she saw the four other members gathered there already. A sweet scent reached her nose, directing her towards a plate full of brown lumps. Cookies, she remembered. Minerva and her had tried to make them once, but they ended up horridly disfigured. Without speaking, the girl grabbed a cookie, broke it in half, and began picking out the small lumps of black littered throughout the dough. Who would ruin a cookie like that? she thought, making a little pile of the crumbs on a desk as she leaned against it. Daybreakers have no respect for their food.
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(Hope this is okay. Took me long enough to write it lol)
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Post by Sparky on Nov 7, 2018 16:51:03 GMT -5
[ Harley is hilarious xD ]]
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Post by Deleted on Nov 7, 2018 17:27:46 GMT -5
[ doodled a quick asa between some other things ] ![](https://i.imgur.com/4zFOouL.png)
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