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Post by downwardspiral on Jul 2, 2015 17:23:26 GMT
Il y a a loud "Wheeeeeee!!!!" as Damian is flying from le rooftop down toward le pile sur le ground. 'e lands with a bone-crunching "THWUMP" as 'e misses spectacularly.
"Le ow."
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Post by teampad4eva on Jul 2, 2015 17:43:58 GMT
Somehow, despite being shoved away from Daniel Max has still managed to sprawl attractively across the rooftop.
He stands slowly and touches fingertips to the blood at his chest, he can still feel the warmth from where Daniel rested his hand for a moment, but it fades.
"I'd watch who I call idiot given you just nearly fell off the roof"
He walks back over to his gym bag, skirting Cassie and Bia and opens it. He mops at the muds and scratches with the shirt he was wearing earlier and then shrugs on a new one, and looks around.
"Mia, I thought you wanted this to be a private meeting?"
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Post by downwardspiral on Jul 2, 2015 17:46:22 GMT
Damian groggily stands up, le blood gushing from his face but fairly otherwise intact as far as 'e cared to check. 'e reaches for 'is 'ead, mais il finds 'is chapeau is no longer there! 'e panics and looks around, before seeing it sitting on le ground next to le Student Council Champion, Mia. 'e narrows 'is eyes -- a cunning ploy of 'ers to steal 'is 'at to try and get information!
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Post by infiniteexponent on Jul 2, 2015 17:46:28 GMT
Arkady's thoughts struggle to keep pace with this development:
--> Asked by Mia if I'd like to get coffee
--> Coffee: a drink brewed from roasted seeds of the Coffee plant. Utilised extensively for high caffeine content
--> Highly conducive to work and, therefore, explosives
--> Probably not what Mia means
--> Further implication: attendance at coffee shop usually indicative of dating
--> Possibility: Mia is displaying a romantic interest in me?
--> Implications troubling
--> Analysis of Mia's earlier behaviour indicates high likelihood that interest is sincere
--> Social convention indicates that I should reciprocate
--> Do I want to reciprocate?
--> Personal capacity for romance not sufficiently evaluated
--> High likelihood that potential capacity does, however, exist
--> Reciprocation possible
--> Reciprocation desirable?
--> Mia is likeable, intelligent, and attractive
--> Relationship could be conducive to us both
--> Alternatively, could be disastrous
--> Accessing file: DUSHA.exe
--> Contents of file not compatible with relationship
--> Evaluating prior commitment to avoid relationships so as to avoid DUSHA.exe
--> Commitment deemed of worth
--> Relationship not tenable
--> On the other hand
--> Fuck it
"Coffee? Um.. yeah, sounds good." Arkady grins again, while roughly 95% of his brain is internally screaming about what a bad idea this is.
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Post by QUEEN on Jul 2, 2015 18:07:50 GMT
Having remained aloof of (and somehow immune to) the chaos breaking out all around her, Bia finishes with her hair to find herself glaring down at the sprawled and supine Cassie. As the younger girl utters her final words, Bia very slowly and very deliberately steps back and crouches down. One hand is planted firmly on the unlucky girl's neck, and Bia's face lowers until it is barely millimetres above that of her unfortunate prey. Deep, fiery rage and wanton venom lance through the staccato sputter that cascades down into Cassie's face.
"What. Did. You. Just. Say?"
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Post by undrwhelmingquestion on Jul 2, 2015 18:13:14 GMT
Mia watches Arkady’s thoughts struggle to keep pace with this development. Closely. Whilst pinned chest to chest by dint of his incommodiously situated sibling. Somehow, it still fails to be quite as awkward as any given date she ever had with Gwen Green.
He’s making some rather elaborate expressions, though.
Distantly, as Arkady replies, she hears vague obnoxiousness make itself known somewhere in the background. “Max, will you give us a moment?” she yells over her shoulder.
And then turns back to Arkady. Which is to say, narrowly avoids headbutting him, through sheer proximity. Dear god.
“Um. You. You do understand what I was asking, yes?” she, well, asks.
Clarity is important when it comes to interpersonal exchange.
… They should probably move.
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Post by teampad4eva on Jul 2, 2015 18:17:04 GMT
One more thing gets brought out of Byrd's bag, and that's his notebook. He sits down on the wall to wait for Mia and begins drawing the still entangled situation before noticing how close to Daniel he has sat down.
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Post by downwardspiral on Jul 2, 2015 18:21:04 GMT
"YOU!!!" shouts a pained but angry Damian, "YOU!!!! YOU HAVE MON 'AT!!!!"
'e is bleeding heavily, but points and angry finger directly at Mia, another 'and reaching inside his jacket.
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Post by infiniteexponent on Jul 2, 2015 18:25:36 GMT
On one level, Cassie can't believe her luck - could she finally have found someone as violent as her? What are these feelings, etc etc. However, on a rather more pressing level, she registers that this girl just laid a finger on her. She's threatening violence. And Cassie remembers that, back in Russia, you do not threaten Cassandra Zarovich.
Cassandra Zarovich threatens you.
"Bite me." says Cassie.
---Cassie's berserk-o-meter: 80%---
Arkady, meanwhile, still lying at the bottom of the pile, ponders his response. "You have made a romantic solicitation, yes?"
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Post by undrwhelmingquestion on Jul 2, 2015 18:33:16 GMT
Experimentally, Mia tries to shift her legs. To no avail. Apparently, Cassie Zarovich is the human equivalent of a medium-sized anvil.
"Yes," she says, carefully. "I take it that's - acceptable? Comprehensible? Something of the sort?"
There's mild pandemonium happening behind her, but she'll deal with that in a second.
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Post by downwardspiral on Jul 2, 2015 18:34:29 GMT
"HEY!!! MULHOLLAND!!! JE SUIS TALKING TO YOU!!!!" 'e shouts, staggering over, 'is 'and still inside 'is jacket, "MULHOLLAND!!!!"
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Post by allofthefeels on Jul 2, 2015 18:35:11 GMT
Daniel huffs. "Not like Mia couldn't have gotten to me in time. And anyway, you're the reason I fell."
...That, and Eva. He glances out over the grounds, but can no longer see her. Maybe he should find her and-? No, bad idea.
He told Moon he'd figure out what Mia and Max were discussing. So, he's going to do that. Yes.
(He's trying really hard not to look at Max right now.)
And, rather more urgently: "HEY! Can't you see she's busy?"
He plants himself squarely between Damien and the Zarovich pile.
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Post by downwardspiral on Jul 2, 2015 18:36:51 GMT
"MONSIEUR!!! ELLE A MON 'AT!!!!!"
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Post by QUEEN on Jul 2, 2015 18:42:11 GMT
Bia adjusts her grip, slipping one arm under Cassie's arms and the other under her knees. She braces, heaves, and lifts the smaller girl bodily into the air. After the barest instant to catch her balance, Bia begins striding towards the edge of the rooftop, eyes ablaze and homicidal intent obvious.
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Post by allofthefeels on Jul 2, 2015 18:43:59 GMT
"Take your... "'at". Leave Amelia alone. She's otherwise occupied."
His disdain for Damien just outweighs his disdain for all things Zarovich, by a narrow margin.
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