Realistic or Modern Burning Secrets, Burning Sins

[Ghostly_Plath]

Denver realized the fight was not actually supposed to be during lunch while he was planning on hunting down Orion after school for flaking out. He knew Orion would be in the courtyard because that's where he said he’d be after school... When it finally dawned on him exactly how he knew this information his anger only grew because he knew that somehow, someway it was Orion's fault that he had forgotten. Two class periods later he was out and heading towards the courtyard. Although he had left immediately after the bell rang he was still somehow the last to arrive at the courtyard and when he got there he was basically radiating violent energy. He walked through the crowd as if he did not see anyone but Orion and the people moved for him, creating a path like Moses parting the Red Sea. When he reached the center and stood but a few paces from Orion his path was closed behind him in a wave of bloodthirsty teenagers.

 

[Maxilgal]

Maggie straightened up suddenly as Denver appeared. Kurt’s posture also stiffened. She had been put off by Denver’s lack of joking in Spanish, and even less by his lack of banter during pottery. It seemed as though he was so angry that is seared itself into a clear, hot glass.
“Oh shit…” Kurt peered over the other’s heads and motioned for Maggie to follow him. “C’mon...you’re safer with us.” Maggie raised an eyebrow and looked over at Denver’s group of friends.
“What you think this’ll turn bad?”
“Are you nose-deaf? The air reeks of a riot waiting to break out.” Maggie didn’t even try to correct Kurt’s use of the word nose-deaf.
“I’m not sure, Kurt…” She suddenly felt her arm being pulled. “Listen I don’t think it’s a good idea!”
“I can get you right up front…” Kurt’s temporary look of concern changed into a sly grin. Maggie glared and went with him, making it clear she wasn’t happy about it. Indeed, with Kurt threatening bloodshed to more than a few people, he had gotten her with Denver’s gang. They leered at her only once or twice, but shut up quickly with a well placed jab from Kurt. Maggie wasn’t interested in that. She was too busy staring at Denver. He was so angry, it was like a tempest had molded him from rock. Fire burned in him like a wild blaze. In him she saw the fury and pain and heat of a forge and the cold intensity of river rapids. It wasn’t something she had ever really seen before.
( Ghostly_Plath )

 

[Komarino]

Andrew put his phone down, frowning at the sight of Eli's inevitable absense. He places his phone down, and returns his attention to the fight in which was about to start. He rests his hand on his palm, yawning at the lack of action. Should I do this? He looked to both Orion and Denver before smirking. Why not stir the pot. Eyes dazzling like a neon sign, Andrew yells in an apathetic tone, "Yo, I'll suck the dick of the winner, If this fight would ever start." He then giggles like a school girl, having gathered the attention of some of the crowd. Of course he meant it as a joke, however he wanted to ease some of the tension of the space. He then returned to his notes, however in his peripherals he watched the crowd and their reactions.
Not so "Quiet Andrew" Anymore, huh? He thought to himself, smiling and adjusting his glasses.

 

[mikaluvkitties]

Casper had been wandering, trying to find a way through the crowd when he, at least in his opinion, quite suddenly ran into someone around his height. He blinked, preparing to apologize, when he noticed who it was.

"Hey, what the hell are you doing?” Dante said, grabbing Casper’s arm and pulling him in front of him. “Come over here before you get yourself killed.”

They smiled. "Hi, Dante.”

Dante was still holding on to Casper’s arm, his own wrapping around Casper’s back as he said, "'You really need to watch where you're going." Two other members of Denver’s crew looked over at Dante and saw Casper. The three gave each other affirming nods now that everyone of any importance to Denver was accounted for.

Casper didn’t really notice, eyes in front of him as he looked at the pair now obviously at the center of the mass of teenagers, separated from them by the wide expanse of emptiness immediately surrounding the pair. "Sometimes it's just hard,” he tried to explain, lost in thought, thinking about how he might go about doodling this scene. Their hand twitched for a pencil, for the advantage Mr. Connor's room would give them over the scene below. “I feel like I'm looking out the window of a boat lost at sea..."

“Yeah, yeah, okay, space cadet, save it for therapy,” Dante said, patting Casper’s head and ruffling his hair a bit.

Casper smiled absentmindedly, deciding against jokingly asking ‘What therapist?’, instead going back to his thoughts, mixing colors in his head. "He looks pretty like this,” Casper decided, admiring the way anger boiled off of Denver.

It was such a strong, vibrant emotion, shining so visibly through the hunch in his shoulders and asymmetry of his face, the way one brow crooked just a bit more than the other, perfectly contrasted by the cold ice Orion seemed to present. How could he be so casual, so seemingly confident, despite knowing he'd most likely lose?

It was nice, being in front, where he could survey the anger without having it directed at him, Casper decided.

“Mhm...” Dante hummed as his eyes shifted over to an oblivious Casper, “He sure does..”

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Collaborated: Ghostly_Plath​

 

[xAlter]

Orion merely opened his eyes to look at Denver. The mug on that guy pissed him off, and he just wanted to ruin it. The chances, Orion knew, for winning were very low if they do not exist. "So you actually came." Orion drawled out as his fists tightened, turning the knuckles white. "This isn't the first time, Denver. You know the rules: No dick shots, no killing blows, and no weapons." Stepping forward, he readied himself for the pain that would be inflicted. Sighing, Orion looked around. "Anyone going to start the fight?"

 

[mikaluvkitties]

The day is finally over- clubs, everything. Orion lost the fight, to the surprise of few. Oh well, you win some, you lose some. It is now time for the burner to strike once again.

[EDIT] By popular vote from those involved in the rp, it will be moving over to Discord entirely.