Fantasy [IC] Prosecution Overdrive!!

[The Crimson King]

The sun’s dark orange light shines somberly through your bedroom window, having just barely risen now. It wakes you up before your alarm does, a bit jarringly. You go about your morning routine, doing what you’ve done every morning of every week since you entered high school. And before you even realize, you’re on the walk to school. Northview in the early morning is just about as quiet as it is all day and all night, only your footsteps and the sounds of the assorted crap in your bag reminding you that you’re still on the walk and not somewhere dreaming. Is the walk to school uneventful?

The red-haired young man awakes with a start, his body’s biological clock inhumanly accurate, having never slept in past intended any day in his life. He lets his parents’ dog outside; Geraldine, they named her, a Chocolate Labrador. He couldn’t care less about her honestly: he had wanted a cat. He then gets dressed, unplugs his phone, washes his face, brushes his teeth and finally puts his glasses on, his hair remaining naturally messy sans the neat tail he then ties back. Scratching his stubbly beard, he searches for his school bag. “Is it downstairs?”, he mumbles, asking no one but himself, making his way down the aforementioned stairs. He scans the living room below, his father sitting in his armchair, apparently encapsulated with whatever he was reading on his cellphone, not even noticing the younger man until he descends the stairs, grabbing his shoes from beside the front door, a worn pair of canvas shoes. “Your bag’s on the table, Erik.” his father almost mumbles, barely audible, but recognized, making his way to the kitchen table, wherein his mother is searching for the workday’s lunch, only sharing a glance at one other before he grabs his bag and leaves out the backdoor, before beginning the decently lengthy walk to the campus, he glances inside his messenger bag. The book is still there. ​

 

[Captain Spooks]

Victor Griffith


The familiar yet ever annoying beep of an alarm clock woke the long-haired teen from his slumber. With a groan Victor taps the off switch and rises up from the comfort of his bed his long hair riddled with bedhead. He took a second to think, contemplating whether or not he should skip first period and sleep in, but the thought of being scolded by his grandparents and possibly his friends convinced him otherwise.

Now out of bed Vic goes through his daily routine, shower, brushing his teeth, eating his breakfast, ect ect. By no time he's got his bag slung over his shoulder and he's about ready to go. See Vic lives farther away than most students, his grandparents own a small nursery and they live in a small apartment above it. Sadly though Vic lives on the outskirts of their school district which means he got a long distance to walk, and he almost escaped the hell of his highschool. But he figured ever though its a different school its still the same assholes, plus he'd be missing out on some sick friends.

"I'm heading out," Vic calls back as he's heading out the front door of the nursery, making sure to flip the closed sign to open before giving a quick goodbye to his grandparents. Unlocking his bike from a nearby rack Vic rides his normal route to school.​

 

[LindsMagee]

By the time her alarm clock telling her to get ready for school sounds, Tempest has been up for two hours. Every morning is the same, she wakes up at an absurd hour to go on her daily morning run (even when it isn't cross country season), study any leftover schoolwork she may have left for the morning, and pick up coffee and teas for herself and her friends on her way to campus. At this hour, her mom has already left for work and her brother is still sleeping, probably will even sleep through first period. Leaving her house feeling empty and too quiet. When she gets back from her morning run, Tempest showers, brushes her teeth, gets dressed, and ties her hair in a low messy bun when it's dry. Then, grabbing her pre-packed backpack she heads towards the front door, picking up her car keys and walking to her car.

On the way to school she stops at the local coffee shop, grabbing drinks for herself and a few of her friends that like the drinks from this place. Checking her watch as she pulls into the school parking lot, Tempest realizes she is earlier than usual and sighs, deciding to listen to music for a little while longer until she deems it time to go inside. The parking lot is empty, save for a few staff cars, and Tempest allows her mind to wonder. What if life is always like this, a monotonous routine that never stops. The same every day, painfully ordinary without fail. Something in her bones tells her that for herself and her friends, life will turn out to be anything but ordinary, and even though she knows that thought is foolish to indulge in, it's the only thing that gives her the hope that she and her friends will one day leave this place. So, she turns up her music, sits back, and waits until it's time for her to go inside the school and see her friends in the library. ​

 

[FrostXShadow]

A shrill beep rang through the room, unknown to the teen who was currently suspended in a handstand with music blaring through his headphones. sweat dripped off his brow as he lifted one hand off the ground "Tyrian!" the boys mother called opening the door so fast it almost ripped from the hinges. With a yelp Tyrian lost concentration and fell, hitting his head against the dresser. "Merde!" he groaned rubbing his head "watch your mouth" she scolded hitting his already bruised head. "get dressed so you can eat breakfast before you leave" she spoke softly ignoring the glares from her obviously irritated son before exiting the room. Tyrian stood up groaning still rubbing the back of his head "first she wants me to to learn stuff now she wants me to leave, just can't please her" he chuckles to himself before turning off the still beeping alarm and walking out of the room to finish his morning routine.

After a rather long shower and even longer trying to find clothes,Tyrian walked down the stairs and took a seat across from his very stoic father "Bonjour papa, comment le journal" he asked before taking a bite of his cheese and eggs. His father, a tall dark skinned man whose stare could turn blood to ice, looked up from his newspaper and sipped his coffee "its fine son, how is your training coming along?" he raised an eyebrow moving a dread from infront of his face. "uh its coming" tyrian rubbed his head awkwardly before proceeding to stuff his face with his mothers cooking to avoid seeing his fathers questioning stare “You fell again didn’t you” his father smirked and Tyrian’s face lit up with embarrassment. “I would’ve had it but Ma mere decided to play Swat and almost killed me” his mother scoffed and rolled her eyes and turned back to the stove. After eating he grabbed his book bag and slipped on a pair of boots "Don't forget you have to teach a class today Tyrian" his father huffed out, moving his paper just enough to throw a pair of keys onto the table. "but papa can't you get someone else to-.." he stopped in his tracks seeing his father's ice cold glare "yes sir" tyrian gulped and grabbed the keys "au revoir maman" he said softly to his mother before walking out of the house, he looked down at the keys with a sigh and shoved them into his pocket before grabbing the longboard that sat on the front porch, he stepped on and began to cruise down the street taking his usual route that got him there with a few extra minutes to spare.​

 

[The Crimson King]

(Waiting on: Forgotten Home , Blackrose7 and simj26 . In case you didn’t know, the IC thread is up; here it is.)

 

[Forgotten Home]

DO DO DA DO, DO DO DA DO, DO DO DA DO
From a smartphone sitting on a bedside table comes the ringing of an alarm, buzzing with a much more gentle wave. A young woman groans and sits up as it goes off, stretching her arms and letting out a yawn. She wears blue pajamas, as blue was her favorite color. After getting out of bed and silencing her phone's alarm, she gets ready for the day, all the while having a smile on her face. She hoped it was going to be a wonderful day, as she did every day. She looked into her closet and put a hand on her chin, thinking. What should I wear today? What about... She pulled a light grey sweater and a long, jean skirt from the closet and put them on for the day.

She left her bedroom and went to the kitchen, where a ginger-haired woman, her mother, was making breakfast. Her mom set down a plate of food just as Artemis entered, smiling at her. "Morning, sweetie."
"Good morning! How did you sleep?" the young woman asked kindly, taking her fork and slicing off a small part of the scrambled eggs that were on there, just beside some bacon.
"I slept alright," said her mom, going back to putting the plates out. As Artemis ate slowly and happily, a black-haired man came out from the bedrooms, yawning. "Mornin' girls," he said.
The young woman turned to the man and smiled, chewing. "Mornin Ad," she said with a full mouth.
Her father sighed and ruffled her hair a bit. "What am I going to do with you?" he asked, smirking.

After the young woman finished her food, she gave a kiss on the cheek to each of them, grabbed her leather school bag, and left, walking to school, holding the bag in front of her casually, smiling the whole way. As she walked, she thought about how wonderful the day could be.

 

[The Crimson King]

(Reminder that characters are capable of interacting on the walk to school. Hence the ‘Is the walk to school uneventful?’ line.)

 

[Captain Spooks]

Victor Griffith

Interacting with: Erik The Crimson King​

Vic made his way through town, it was a quieter morning per usual just people getting to work or school. Vic laid his head back, feeling the wind blow against his head and nearly undoing his lazily put together bun but it did cause a few stray hairs to poke out. Getting into the suburbs Vic spotted a familiar face, or at least his fiery red hair. Pulling slightly on his brakes Victor slowed down enough to match Erik's speed, "mornin'," he said before getting off his bike and walking next to his lanky friend, keeping his hands on the handles. "Ready for another great day at Northviews grandest high school?" He asked sarcastically, knowing very well both of them knew how shitty their school was.​

 

[simj26]

Naomi Song
She swore she didn't have any hard feelings towards her parents. She loved them just as much as any other normal kid would their own. However, every time she walked past the empty room that used to belong to her brother, and listened in on the silence that replaced his guitar, she felt that she needed some space, away from her family in general. She didn't know why, she just felt...better when she was alone. With her parents, she was definitely not alone with her thoughts, always asking, always caring, always smothering. Perhaps that was it. She just didn't want to think about life, and the future it held for her. She just wanted to feel the breeze in her face, to feel the pavement underneath each footfall as she ran, to feel her heart pump hard against her chest. Nothing felt better than that, truth be told. It was different than what Tempest had- that girl ran to keep herself in tip-top condition. For Naomi, it was different. She ran because she felt alive when she did. In between her controlled breaths, she felt at peace. Was this what her brother felt?

She wiped a bead of sweat from her brow, and gazed up at the campus that towered over her. Just like that, she had already made her way over. It was an unsatisfying run, but it was a run, nevertheless. Like a single cigarette would be for a smoker, this served its purpose. She straightened her attire, and took in a deep breath. Another day gone, and yet another cometh. Let them come and go, then. One day, she will leave this place, with or without her friends. How far will she run then? She sighed and rubbed the back of her neck in irritation. Such thoughts were unbecoming of her. She wasn't a pensive, introspective nerd. She scoffed at the idea. Maybe the others were just rubbing off on her. More accurately, maybe she was turning pensive and introspective to fit with them better. She wasn't sure which of these prospects was the worse one.

Bah. She had to stop thinking about all this. She should probably go find Erik or Vic. Or anyone else really. Maybe she'd just hit up the library or something. Or maybe she should just wait at the gates. Some of them were in the habit of arriving early, but some of them, not so much. She couldn't tell who had or hadn't already gone in, given how sporadic they were with their timetables. She sighed, and leaned against the wall just outside of the school, folding her arms across her chest. She'll wait for one of them here, but not for long. Once the bell tolls for her, she'd head in.

 

[LindsMagee]

Upon spotting Erik and Vic walking towards the school, Tempest decides to finish out the song she was listening to before turning down her music and shutting off her car. Grabbing the drink tray and setting it on the hood of her car, Tempest walks around to the passenger side to grab her backpack and slings it over one shoulder, walking towards the school. Though she spotted Vic and Erik first, Tempest's eyes found Naomi leaning against one of the school walls and decides to walk to her instead, figuring that most of the friend group would see them on their way into the school.

"Hey" she offers to Naomi as she walks up, noting that she looked like she had a lot on her mind. Tempest then offers up the drink tray, allowing Naomi to take one of the drinks she got for the group if she so desired. "You running in the meet this weekend?" she added, knowing Naomi sometimes filled in for some of the track runners if need be. Though Tempest mostly stuck with cross country, the track coach sometimes asked her to compete in long distance events too, so she had known of Naomi before the two became friends due to track fill-ins.

Waiting for Naomi's response, Tempest briefly glanced her watch to see when the bell would ring and students would begin flooding in the entrance. Noticing that they still had a good amount of time to wait for their friends to catch up, Tempest relaxed a bit and took a sip of her americano, savoring the bitter taste.

 

[The Crimson King]

Interacting with: Victor ( Captain Spooks ), Tempest ( LindsMagee ) and Naomi ( simj26 ).
Erik continued to steadily make his way to his destination. Another day, another lengthy walk to somewhere he didn’t even want to go. He heard the telltale sound of a bicycle coming up from behind him, so he moved to the right of the sidewalk to make way, glancing back to see it was Victor, who seemed to be slowing down to match his own speed. He nods somberly in response to his initial greeting, but his proposition gets a hearty chuckle out of the fiery haired young man, “Are we ever?” They walk alongside one another, in near silence, making only idle chatter as they make their way there together. Erik pipes up just as they’ve nearly made it, fidgeting with his bag, as if wanting to show Victor something, yet exercising restraint, “I do have something to show everyone. Something... interesting. I’d like to try and keep it a surprise until lunchtime. Think you can do that?” He tilted his head, before quickly nodding, as if he knew that’d take some time to set in, it might even come off as a rhetorical question. He began picking up the pace a bit as he waved to two more friends he noticed had already made it onto the campus, Naomi and Tempest, “Morning, ladies. Anything different about today on your ends?” Erik pushed up his glasses as he came to a stop a comfortable distance away from the two, crossing his arms as he waited for Vic to catch up. “So far, so good?” He feigned a smile. Hopefully this book will make today something to remember. ​

 

[Forgotten Home]

As Artemis walked to school, she pulled out some earbuds and put them in her ears, using her phone to turn on some classic rock as the classic rock was one of her favorite genres of music. She didn't really care for loud music but she got sleepy from quiet music, so she liked "in-between" music, as she called. The first song that began to play was, "Goodbye to You" by Scandal and Patty Smith. She sang the song quietly to herself and swayed her head in tune with it.

While she was walking and listening to her own music, she spotted several of her friends from a distance. She quickly began running forward to catch up with them and stopped next to the group, panting a bit after the run. She pulled out her earbuds and leaned over, supporting herself on her knees, trying to catcher her breath. "G-Good morning, you guys!" said the girl chipperly, smiling brightly. She always enjoyed seeing her friends at school.

 

[The Crimson King]

(Bump.)