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Post by Jasmine Noir on Oct 31, 2018 18:14:10 GMT -4
Halloween had finally come 'round the corner, with people from all corners of life dressing up as comic book heroes, villains, monsters from movies, anime, you name it, all to keep the spooky Halloween spirit going. She was surprised how much of a thing Halloween was in Japan - though, based on what Rin had shown her before, the lioness figured it was more of a traditional thing over here. Back home the entirety of Manhattan would get spooked up during Halloween and the few days before and after. Kids would go trick or treating, hounding residences like swarms of ants looking for crumbs of bread. It was during Halloween that even the whole quirk dilemma seemed to calm down, too. Blending in was much easier when looking like a freak was the point. That was a rather depressing thought.
Jasmine enjoyed Halloween. While she never really actively participated of her own volition - really it was more so her friends back home coaxing her into it (especially since she made quite the good Harley Quinn, apparently) - but whenever she participated she couldn't claim to never have had fun. Candy was nice, being treated like a simple kid by the adults was doubly nice. In a world where people thought you were no better than trash, having some form of innocence thrust upon you was... nice.
But regardless, Halloween itself wasn't why Jasmine was out and about now. Her first idea was to take Bumbleby out for another spin but the damn thing broke down before she could even start the engine up. Again. Ugh, she couldn't find what the fuck was going on with that damn bike. Several parts must have been faulty. She really needed to get some replacements. In any case, despite not having any real purpose, Jasmine came out anyway. Rin wasn't in their room - likely enjoying the Halloween festivities - and Jaz just... didn't want to stay home. Plus due to this whole Nick situation she preferred it if she could, at the very least, be five minutes away from the little Raven after a brief phone call. The lioness was pretty sure Rin thought the same.
Thus, during this chilly and dark Halloween night, as people were out and about, indulging in sweets and spooks, Jasmine had collected a few cans of spray paint from home, stashed them into a duffel bag, threw a bandanna over her mouth and nose and a hood over her head, and went out on the prowl. She had seen a series of abandoned buildings not far from the graveyard - buildings littered with disgusting tags she'd love nothing more than to decorate with something more... appealing to the eye. Considering that this was the time that spooky things were about, Jaz figured she might as well get into the spirit of Halloween on her own terms.
Thus she started to spray paint their principal onto the wall. In a bright pink tutu.
Scary shit.
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Post by Daimon Darren on Nov 1, 2018 15:20:21 GMT -4
Darren was also a fervent amateur of All Hallows’ Eve, or Halloween, as the yankees -- and, let’s be honest, the rest of the world too -- called it, but for entirely different reasons. One advantage of the dubious reputation of a delinquent was that few people called him a freak to his face, unless they wanted a fight. And those who didn’t want a fight Darren didn’t give a flying fuck about.
No, the appeal of Halloween for the blondie wasn’t that he could blend in as a freak, it’s that for one magical night, the laws of men loosened just enough that normally off-limits pranks wouldn’t be punished so much. For the delinquent, it meant the night presented him with a world of opportunities.
It wasn’t Halloween night just yet, though, so for now the delinquent of 1-C was out doing some recon. He was wearing a scarf coming up to his nose and a drawn-up hoodie under his closed leather jacket, completed with a pair of jeans and his dirty white running shoes. With this rather thug ass looking get-up, he could leap from building to building relatively incognito, his favorite method of transportation. He had become an expert on it.
There was some sort of Halloween festival around town with a haunted house promising a lot of prank opportunities. He also noticed most of 1-A was out of the dorms; with some careful planning, a good old TPing of the dorms in good fun could be arranged. He also passed by the store and bought a bunch of fake snakes hanging by a fine string, which when discretely taped to people, could provide for some very fun videos.
So the delinquent started on his way back, jumping and scrambling on the roofs again, this time with a grocery bag full of wasted money in hand. They said money you enjoyed wasting wasn’t wasted at all, but seriously, plastic snakes?
On the way home, however, he chanced upon an interesting sight. A mane of blonde hair he very well knew was facing a wall. Upon closer examination, she was not merely staring at it like some kid of deranged person, but tagging on it like some sort of delinquent. Darren smiled as he jumped off the roof, landing softly with quiet counter-activations of his quirk. He was just as much at ease on the roofs than walking casually on the ground.
“Hey Jaz, whachu doin--”
He didn’t finish his phrase, because he recognized the subject of Jaz’s graffiti as he asked the question and broke into laughter. “Oh fuck, is that the principal? This is fucking awesome. We gotta find a way to show him without him knowing it was you.” He admired the graff for a few seconds as the blonde New-Yorker kept working on her masterpiece. “I didn’t know you were an artist,” he commented, poking her rib with his elbow again and bracing for the counter poke he knew would come.
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Post by Jasmine Noir on Nov 1, 2018 17:07:01 GMT -4
She had been crouched down when another person approached, working on the lines and colors, trying to mix everything together so the image appeared vivid, realistic, yet at the same time colorful, explosive. The way Jasmine's drawings tended to capture the vision in her mind perfectly while having enough charisma and personality behind them had this effect of taking peoples' attention. And it was no different in this particular case either, even if the subject of her twisted sense of humor was their very own Principal, a hardened war veteran, dancing ballet in a pink tutu. Those light pink slippers on his hairy feet looked fabulous. In a very disgustingly retarded type of way.
Jaz, still crouched, glanced over her shoulder, a little surprised to see Darren there, approaching her. What was he doing out here? Well, the answer wasn't as mysterious as one would think - the blond delinquent was probably up to his own brand of shenanigans... if that bad in his hands was any indication.
"'sup Australia," she replied, in English, her slightly audible New Yorkean accent coming to the forefront. Honestly Darren and herself had this unspoken rule to always talk in Japanese when they were on school grounds. It was just... kind of like a silent agreement they didn't really question. And while Jasmine didn't mind speaking Japanese, she had realized exactly how much she missed her own lingo after hanging out with Mia. Shit just felt so... liberating. When he laughed, Jaz snorted and snickered, "Yeah? You think so? I'm pretty sure we can make it happen. Print a few posters, carefully leave them hanging around school. Or, hey, maybe I could redraw this on the school itself. Now that's an idea."
"I mean... I did start the art's club," she said, of course poking him right back in his rib, "and what the heck are you doing out here at this time, anyway? Here to terrorize some poor kid?"
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Post by Daimon Darren on Nov 9, 2018 17:52:36 GMT -4
“And g’day to ya yankee,” he answered with a smile and an exaggerated Australian accent. It wasn’t his usual accent, actually; having never lived outside of Japan, his accent was a bastardized mix of Australian from trips back home to the rellies -- the relatives -- and bits and pieces of a wide variety of accents heard backstage of rock concerts. There was a hint of Japanese as well, making for a truly bastardized mishmash of accents with Aussie overtones. It fit the delinquent’s chaotic personality rather well.
Speaking of chaotic, Jasmine put forward the kind of idea that he wish he had. A giant mural of the principal cosplaying as a ballerina in the school. It was the stuff of legends, the kind of feats students still whispered about decades after the act; the ultimate achievement for a troublemaker. He nodded sagely, although with his hoodie and leather jacket and his plastic bag, the wise master vibe he was going for translated to that of a veteran hobo’s wisdom. “This is the best idea you ever had,” he continued in English. “That will be our graduation present.”
The old Darren would have wanted to put it in practice right away, but the present day hero student Darren was… Well, not that he was more mature, but he really liked his stint at hero school so far and so, for the first time of his life, he was thinking of the possible -- likely -- consequences of his actions. If they pulled that off now, they might get kicked out. He didn’t want that.
He didn’t knew that Jasmine had started the arts club either, which was again characteristic of Darren. The self-absorbed blondie knew very little about other people that didn’t concern or interest him, even those whom he considered his mates like Jasmine. He simply lacked the interest and wasn’t fond of feigning it for social credit.
Though in this case, it was interesting. “I never pegged you for the artsy type,” he said honestly. “Though I bet you ain’t know I can sing earlier. You left before it got fun the other night.” He had a wily smile, still blissfully unaware of what else had transpired that night -- and changing the subject to his person once more. This time he caught himself. “Anyway, you gotta show me some of your stuff sometime.” He scratched his head, having nothing better to say.
He perked up when he was asked what he was doing here. Talking about himself, now that was something he could do. “No, we’re gonna… “ TP the 1-A dorms, he almost said. He already had the toilet paper stashed in his room. “I’m gonna put these on people. Check it out.” He brought out one of his prizes, a cheapo plastic snake in this delightfully kitsch packaging which only halloween stores had the secret. At the one end of the snake a string was connected, not quite invisible but easy to miss in a hurry. “I saw that in a uTube video. You put a piece of tape on the end of the string and you tape it in scred on someone’s back, so when they move it moves and it scares the shit out of them.” The smile on his face was as dumb as the idea. “Ima do it on Yumi. And Maxi too, i bet he’s gonna flip his shit like a pancake.”
He snickered to himself, excited like a little kid at the idea of Halloween pranks. “That shit’s small game, though. A wee bit of warm up while I think of something good. Everyone got their knickers in a bunch since that shitstorm at the military base, we needa do something big to knock these fuckers loose. You got any bright ideas?”
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Post by Deleted on Nov 23, 2018 4:47:06 GMT -4
Darren XP:11 Jaz XP: 8 Darren: 498, 633
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