Realistic or Modern Radcliffe High

[Chimney Swift]

MAX BERKOWITZ
elytra

"Mitten state?" Max laughed. "I always thought Michigan was the mitten state. Mass looks like a... I don't know exactly, I'd have to look at a map. Does it look like a mitten, too?" Geography wasn't really Max's strongest subject, especially when it came to the northeast. Those states were just so damn small. And so similar! How exactly was New Hampshire different from Vermont? Max had no clue. "I guess it's the mitten state because it's cold. The snow out there on the east coast is crazy!"

Max had never seen snow until he moved up to Oregon. Sometimes he wondered if snow had a sound, like rain and hail supposedly did. At first he always thought snow was sort of magical, but after a few years of shoveling it, the magic wore off. From what he'd heard, though, the northeast had it the worst. Must be all those coastal blizzards...

"I moved up here from North Carolina when I was 12. The south is... kind of weird? I miss it though." He smiled wistfully, pausing to absentmindedly fidget with his collar. "So you moved here just before school. Was that a tough transition, starting out without any friends out west?" Max had no idea what he would have done going through freshman year without Casper. Since the first day, Casper had been his anchor in the whirlwind of chaos that was trying to get through school in a system built for people with an extra sense. He cringed a little just thinking about all the homework he still had waiting for him in his bag. Hopefully, Lucky had an easier time of it.

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[elytra]

Lucky Quill
Location: Plant Shop
Mood: Any State is a Mitten State if You Try Hard Enough
Interacting: Max ( Chimney Swift ) Mentions: N/A​

"It's the second mitten state. People will tell you it isn't, but it is. Its a really fucked up mitten. Look." Lucky paused her signing, putting one hand side ways with the thumb straight up, before continuing "Its a long, sideways mitten. If you ignore the hook thing at the end, at least. And like you said, its cold. I think it deserves to be a mitten." She could reasonably argue that all states looked like a mitten, she was pretty sure. Or at least most of them. The boxier states probably couldn't be mitten-fied, but others certainly could.

"South sounds fun. Also hot. I don't do well with the heat." That was an understatement; whenever it got above 80, she basically died. She didn't understand how people managed to live in places that were like that all the time. "But it wasn't bad. Triplets are built-in friends. I just stayed around my siblings." She shrugged, grinning brightly "Which hasn't really changed, I don't really hang out with other people nowadays either."

 

[cadence]

OWEN BOSTWICK

"This is my favorite jacket! I don't want sauce on it! That's the only reason I'm wearing it, I swear!" He threw up his hands in offense and ignored the sinking feeling in his stomach at the kissy faces Chase made. Wearing the apron was, admittedly, a horrible idea. What did he expect? For Chase to read his mind and take the stupid glittery words on his apron as a cue to kiss him? It would never happen. Could never happen, actually. But despite the hundreds of reasons he shouldn't, Owen wanted nothing more than to kiss Chase Callahan. He'd known since he left for Cadbury. He'd known it every single time they Facetimed while he was away. And he especially knew it now as he stared at him from across the kitchen and willed those stupid, messy feelings to just go. away.

Of course, Chase made that impossible. He exhaled a sigh of relief when he told him not to worry about the crayon on the table. "Right, um, good," he smiled and raked a hand through his hair. Despite Chase telling him not to worry, he still very much did. There was something different about the dinner compared to their usual 'bro-dates.' They were less personal. Less... up close. It was hard to be nervous when you were more concerned with beating the other at Mario Kart or constantly being pestered by his siblings. Today, Owen felt on edge. Like he'd slip and spill his feelings to Chase without meaning to. Or worse, that Chase already somehow knew and secretly loathed him for it. That his grand surprise he'd talked about earlier was that he didn't want to be friends anymore. "I'm gonna go get it anyway," he decided and spun on his heels. He needed to get out of there.

"Fuck," he exhaled when he reached the linen closet, cursing himself for being so dumb. Making mistakes had been a running theme throughout the day, apparently. It had been a mistake agreeing to have their date a day early, that much was for sure. He hadn't had the time to mentally prepare himself and now he was pretty positive he'd fuck everything up at some point. He sighed and stood with his back to the closet to collect his thoughts, fingers pinched against the bridge of his nose to focus himself. He needed a drink, he realized. Something to make the night a little more bearable. And so he headed back into the kitchen, completely forgetting about the tablecloth he'd come for in the first place.

"The bread smells amazing," he commented as he walked back in, immediately noticing Chase standing near the pan of fresh garlic bread. He raised a brow at Chase's confused glance before realizing he'd came back empty handed. "Oh, uh, turns out we don't have any tablecloths," he shrugged, hoping the lie was believable enough. They probably really didn't anyway. After the silence that followed, he quickly spoke up again to fill it. "Go ahead and bring that to the table. I'm going to get us a drink." Once again he left the kitchen and returned a moment later with a cheap bottle of his mom's chardonnay. He wasn't a wine guy but all of the other options seemed unfit for their dinner and it did the job well enough.

He untied his apron and sat at the table, across from Chase. "Bon Appétit," he said, almost in a joking way. "I'm really bad at portioning," he realized aloud, laughing at the amount of food on the table. He was used to cooking for five people which he was sure was obvious by the large bowl of pasta at the center of the table. "I could invite, like, the whole neighborhood over for dinner. Jesus." He prepared a plate for himself and took a long sip of the cheap-tasting wine before meeting Chase's eyes; immediately, he felt the pit in his stomach again and realized he had no idea what to say at all. Or, rather, that he was afraid to say anything.

Interactions: Chase ( Beeze )

 

[Winona]

Xander

His jaw dropped open at Flynn's words. "Are you giving me, the professional criminal, advice? Telling me how to do my job?" He shook his head, making a little tsk sound as he did so to show his disapproval. Professional, of course, being a strong word considering that Xander had gotten away with very little of the crime that he had attempted to commit. And even his "crimes" were mundane. The only things he'd gotten away with had been a series of graffitied walls in a part of town no one cared about.

"See, Flynn, this is why I don't buy the whole 'bad bug boy' vibe you got going." Xander continued as he walked closer to Flynn now that he was certain he wouldn't spook his... kidnappee? "You don't know how to do crime. This may be my first kidnapping but trust me, I totally know what I'm doing." A grin spread across the shorter boy's face as he reached out and patted Flynn's shoulder.

"You totally want to come with me because you're impressed with how cool I am. No need to be sneaky when your kidnappee," -- that term was now copyrighted by Xan he decided -- "wants to come with you."

elytra​

 

[DrabberRogue]

Jace Rose

An amused snort escaped Jace as the girl didn't even miss a beat with her response about the look of the plane. He hadn't been expecting that to yield any actual conversation, but all the better for it. More importantly though... She didn't know how to make paper airplanes?! How did someone go through life never learning how to do that? Folding paper planes was, like, one of those things every kid learned when they were younger. Right? Clearly this poor girl was deprived of a proper upbringing.

"How does that end up happening?" Jace wondered with a chuckle, giving a tilt of his head and a raise of an eyebrow. A gesture that lent a crooked air to his bright smile. "Crumpled paper isn't known for flying..." As entertained as he was, however, he didn't dwell long on the subject.

Fun though it was teasing a cute girl about her questionable paper engineering, his thoughts were just a liiittle derailed by her word choice. 'It was really nice to meet him.' Okay sure, so like it didn't actually mean anything, but it made the sentence feel like it carried a little more weight. Turns out Ash was cute and sweet.

"Yep! Brand new, just moved in like two weeks ago." Jace replied with that same cheery smile, energetically leaning back on his heels for a moment as he spoke. "...Totally out of place and in dire need of someone to show me around." What? It wasn't like he had anything else planned for after school. There was a pretty girl, he wanted to explore the town a little more, and might as well casually hint at the idea since it'd just popped into his head.

Winona

 

[mikaluvkitties]

AARON OLLILA​

The guy looked away, and relief sunk into Aaron. He went back to staring at the wall, ignoring his father and the entirety of the situation.

And then the guy called his father ‘ma’am’. Aaron’s eyes lit up, and he couldn’t help a smirk, glancing down at the bottom of the car. He didn’t bother correcting the guy as his father spluttered- It wasn’t that Aaron didn’t like cars, at least in theory. He spent longer than he’d like to admit reading about them and their maintenance and repair. He just didn’t like the attitude his father always seemed to have when he brought him here.

And then he mentioned the frame, and Aaron couldn’t help it. He turned to his father, quirked eyebrow scathing, and his father looked stormy- An unusual site to be relished.

The man was staring at his hands as Aaron got the wink, and Aaron felt it was only reasonable to allow himself a smile as he looked to the guy, then back to his father. This, all things considered, was better than he’d thought it would be, and at least he didn’t have to deal with Lulu.

Aaron’s father spoke finally, nodding. “Alright. I’ll… wait for Luke.”

And if they were waiting, Aaron might as well speak more to his peer. “You moved here recently, right?”

A single look in Robert’s direction would confirm that he was displeased by the development of Aaron speaking, and in all honesty that just made Aaron savor the interaction further.

LibbyM098​

 

[Winona]

Ash

She looked at the new boy, a small grin spreading across her face.

"Well, I'm supposed to be going to cheer practice..." she started and glanced over her shoulder towards the football field where her fellow cheer... mates and the football players were beginning to gather and then she looked back at Jace, her smile widening. "But the coach is literally just going to make us run a ton of laps and then there's going to be people trying out or something, so like..."

"If you want, I could totally show you around town for a while. Like, only if you want." Ash had to clarify -- maybe she was a little worried that she was overstepping some kind of invisible boundary. Basically like what if Jace didn't actually want to hangout with her and she was totally misreading the situation and he was actually just like waiting for Ash to go the hell away? Maybe it was a bit of crazy thought -- one that definitely shouldn't have made it into her brain, but still.

"I totally know the best spots around town." Kind of. In a town like Radcliffe, there weren't exactly a lot of places to go. But like, there were still a handful of places that were decent.

Plus, she was going to probably die when she got home, anyway, after the whole puppy incident. Might as well make it a two for two.

DrabberRogue ?​

 

[DrabberRogue]

Jace Rose

Bingo.

"Oh definitely!" Jace cheerily replied, matching Ash's grin with his own. 'Only if you want' she says. As if it wasn't his idea to begin with. His gaze followed hers to the football field, where a gaggle of blondes and jocks were gathering for what was apparently practice. Did the football and cheer teams practice at the same time? On the same field? Didn't they both need, like, a ton of space or something?

"I mean, like, only if you want." He repeated, giving the girl a teasing look as he turned to pick his backpack up off the ground. God it was heavy. Not that he gave any indication of that as he hefted it up. Not in front of a pretty cheerleader. "Why's the coach making you run a ton of laps anyways?" Jace inquired as he tucked the folded paper plane into his bag, curiosity tugging at the back of his thoughts like it always did. He then zipped it shut before slinging it over his shoulder, the force of the textbooks within causing an audible thud as it hit his back. "Kinda weird that the first day of cheer practice doesn't involve any cheering..."

Winona

 

[LibbyM098]

AARON OLLILA​

The guy looked away, and relief sunk into Aaron. He went back to staring at the wall, ignoring his father and the entirety of the situation.

And then the guy called his father ‘ma’am’. Aaron’s eyes lit up, and he couldn’t help a smirk, glancing down at the bottom of the car. He didn’t bother correcting the guy as his father spluttered- It wasn’t that Aaron didn’t like cars, at least in theory. He spent longer than he’d like to admit reading about them and their maintenance and repair. He just didn’t like the attitude his father always seemed to have when he brought him here.

And then he mentioned the frame, and Aaron couldn’t help it. He turned to his father, quirked eyebrow scathing, and his father looked stormy- An unusual site to be relished.

The man was staring at his hands as Aaron got the wink, and Aaron felt it was only reasonable to allow himself a smile as he looked to the guy, then back to his father. This, all things considered, was better than he’d thought it would be, and at least he didn’t have to deal with Lulu.

Aaron’s father spoke finally, nodding. “Alright. I’ll… wait for Luke.”

And if they were waiting, Aaron might as well speak more to his peer. “You moved here recently, right?”

A single look in Robert’s direction would confirm that he was displeased by the development of Aaron speaking, and in all honesty that just made Aaron savor the interaction further.

LibbyM098​

Chance cleaned his hands on an old rag and walked back over to the bike he was previously working on before Robert interrupted him.

He smiled to himself when he heard the stuttered response from Robert.
The dick deserved a lot more then how ever much it was going to cost him for the rust to be fixed.

As he started to pull the seat of the bike he heard Aaron speak up about Chance having recently moved to Radcliffe.

"Yeah. Started at Radcliffe High today. Does everyone have a poll stuch up there ass or is it just the vibe I got off the place?"

The seat finally came loose and he sat it down beside the bike.

Liam drove up in the toe truck with a blue Aldi on the back of it.
He stepped out and looked over at Robert and Aaron.
"Afternoon, Rob."

Liam walked over to the car with his usual swagger and glanced over at Chance.
"What did you already do on it?"

"Oil change. It only took about twenty minutes and then I found a heep of rust underneath in the framework."
As hard has he tired to hide the smile all over his face, but a smirk still found its way across his lips.

Liam nodded slowly and grabbed the creeper to slide himself under the car.
He got under there and a grin crossed his face.
The cheeky little shit.
There was some rust but really not enough to freak Robert out about.
Either way, Liam was going to run with it.
He slid back out from under the car and shook his head.
"Yeah it's not real good under there. The whole frame work is going to have to be pulled apart to see how far the rust has actually spread."

He motioned for Robert to follow him into the office so he could pay for the work Chance did and to further discuss the price of fixing the rust.

Chance pressed his lips together to stop himself from laughing. Fuck yes! Liam went along with it! He actually just went along with Chance's tall tale and didn't even question him... well not yet anyway.