Pitch Black
It is a perfectly normal day at Mountain Peak Preparatory Academy. The current weather is sunny, everyone's just come back from winter break, and the current date is January 7th, 2014. It is currently morning.
Arianna Landis (Leo)
The morning cafeteria wasn't filled with the sounds of anybody important. You and Leanne were quietly eating breakfast when someone just as sadly unpopular as you guys decided to join your table.
Haley O'Connor, or, as she was more popularly known, “that girl who lied her way out of the special needs classes,” had approached you with a cheery glint in her eye. In fact, she was ecstatic, for she was one of those freshmen who hadn't understood the purpose of grade-based stratification. She pulled her hoodie down and flashed a smile, one that held no hint of the incoming bullshit that you knew would soon spew out of her mouth.
“Hey there, everyone. Mind lending me a hand for something? Little Perry and Debussy are trying to get the dirt on a good old friend of mine for old hag Levine, so I'd like some help from the toughest girl in school and her good old pal~”
A brief pause. There was no subtlety in her. Just directly applied force equivalent to that of a bullet train going at one hundred and twenty miles per hour.
“You serious? Why the hell should we risk our asses for her?” Well, Leanne considered it. That wasn't good. She had this new “heroism” streak she was trying to do to cast off her previous image. It didn't work, and it was way more of a hassle than you needed things to be.
“I solemnly promise that I will get the sports clubs to leave you alone for the rest of this year. Scout's promise.”
...There was no way she was being honest. Leanne looked at you with a shrug, but you got the feeling she might take this girl seriously.
NPC shenanigans
Mary Lee (Moon), Brooklyn Springs (Race)
Popular people, to put it simply, always hung out with popular people. It was the eternal circlejerk of humanity, a law that had been passed down ever since the dawn of mankind. And that was why the two of you were sitting here, with a bunch of people you knew to be incredibly bitchy underneath. A superficial air hung around the table like a thick fog, and nobody felt like talking. Well, that wasn't it, exactly.
Danielle Levine had complete control and was currently bragging about the ridiculously expensive car (you could buy a home for that price) her parents had bought her this Christmas. There were plenty of polite nods of acknowledgement but everyone wanted to change the subject to something that didn't involve bragging. Or, at the very least, bragging about yourselves.
Then, the two of you got some texts.
Serenity: Do you guys want to go out for lunch today?
Serenity: I think it'd be nice for us to all hang out together, you know?
Serenity: Doesn't matter where we go, really.
Serenity: Just need to wait for Danielle to let it all out.
Well, it was slightly better than the drone you were currently listening to, that was for sure. Then again, you weren't sure if you wanted to wait it out...
NPC shenanigans
Samantha Banks (Spinach)
You'd finished breakfast. Your extremely feminist roommate had woken up and left early for a morning jog, so now you had this precious morning for yourself. Breakfast didn't really take long, since you (due to the machinations of Avery Swift) had woken up way earlier than you'd have liked and there was nobody to talk to. In fact, the only people up this early were...
“Heeeeeey, Sammy!”
Members of the Student Council, who allegedly organized school events and pathetically attempted to police the student body. They liked you, since you were up at the same time they were most mornings, and you tended to help them out most of the time because you usually had nothing else to do. In this case, it was the treasurer, Riley Reigns, who happened to get very close to you much of the time. Maybe a bit too close.
“Do you mind helping me bring these papers to the meeting room? We're discussing club budgets, and the teachers have been not-so-subtly saying we should kill the tennis team...” Well, that wasn't something new. The tennis team sucked. You thought the uniforms were pretty nice, though.
NPC Shenanigans
Karma Tenavore (Tang)
The library was quiet. Nobody frequented the library this early in the morning, so you had a quiet place to read. Rather, the entire area was completely dead silent. It didn't even seem like people had set foot in it before. But you knew there were people. There was always someone who came around in the mornings, to stay and study or read or, as you embarrassingly noticed, to make out. The librarian was barely there most of the time, so most students checked out books themselves.
After all, who steals books these days?
Today's morning guest happened to be Melina Morrison, the least popular girl in school. This was proven via vote. In fact, you could probably find the results if you wanted to, but such things were now implicit.
“Could you get out? Your breath is rank and I think your teeth are as yellow as these pages.” Melina's black nails calmly drew a circle on one of the books she was reading and her other hand was clearly pointed towards the door from whence you came.
You hadn't even gotten a book yet!
NPC Shenanigans
Elizabeth Dubois (Kuro)
Normally, your life wouldn't be a problem. However, the school had decided to pair you up with your Japanese childhood friend who happened to be a raging lesbian. In fact, she had woken you up and the two of you were in the midst of changing. Sometimes you caught her staring. God that was freaky.
Unperturbed about your current situation, Hisa Hikigaya decided to make small-talk.
“I-I heard Always are going to play tomorrow. Do you want to come with me? …As friends, I mean.”
Honestly, that last part was added like an afterthought, and she clearly couldn't look at you for reasons you think you probably knew.
NPC Shenanigans
Danielle Richardson (Morm)
Justice. That wasn't exactly something easy to administer to the students of Mountain Peak Preparatory High School, but nevertheless it was your goal to deliver it. Somehow, in some form, in some way.
Unfortunately there was almost no news about any wrongdoing, so you decided to go to the library to grab a book for you to read. While the library was empty any time, you wanted a book to read during Math, regardless of whether or not Ms. Sparks was an actual CIA agent with training who could kick your ass seven ways to Sunday.
Then, you heard it.
Wrongdoing was afoot. The time for justice was now.“Could you get out? Your breath is rank and I think your teeth are as yellow as these pages.”
Myriam Ward (Daiki)
Penny had stocked up on cigarettes and had given you a pack. What a great roommate. What didn't make you happy was the fact she smelled like weed. How the hell she managed to drown it out was a mystery you had seen with your own eyes, and now they watered like hell. It couldn't be helped.
Now, the problem was that you had nowhere to smoke. After a bit of wandering, you found what you thought was a nice, secluded place...
But somehow, you didn't recognize the smell of spraypaint. Your nose might've been too clogged up by whatever the hell Penny did. Nevertheless, there was an affectionately detailed drawing of male genatilia on the wall of the building you had decided to hide behind, accompanied by its master artisan, Yang Liu.
Taking off the mask, she sighed and held out her hand.
“Mind if I get a light? Need to relax.”
NPC Shenanigans