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Post by Theo Spencer on Aug 10, 2009 19:10:02 GMT
He stood outside, the darkened clouds above him indicating rain. A cool breeze blew, and Theo pushed his hands firmly into his blue nylon jacket. His white plimsoles tredded noisily through the scattered leaves that covered the pavement into the Myers home. There was something about this place, and something about this evening that made Theo feel anxious about setting foot on the property. He'd never felt this way before, but tonight was different. Tonight was only four full days since that detention. Only four days since he'd witnessed the murder of two teens at his school. The school had been shut while investigations and clean up operations were in progress. But that didn't make the situation any easier to deal with. The images of the mutiliated bodies stayed with Theo and resurfaced while he tried to sleep. He'd not really spoken to anyone since the event, but he'd been bombarded by text messages.
It was unnerving standing in front of the house tonight, and more so as his hand reached for the cold brass door knob. He'd done it so many times before, but today was different. Today, anxiety rushed through his bones and electricuted his nervous system. His blue eyes stared for a second, not faultering, before he pushed the door knob and made his way inside the darkened house. Flashing his flash light down the hallway, the rooms remained abandoned. He turned left into the living room, and settled down onto the sofa, awaiting the others.
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Post by John Tate on Aug 10, 2009 19:30:20 GMT
There was a meeting tonight at the house. He didn't know how he felt about it, not really. So he decided to just feel nothing, to remain neutral about it all. He hadn't seen the results of the massacre at school. People were talking again, hushed voices, something about another Michael Myers. Fingers were pointing, more and more hushed voices. He pulled up in front of the decrepit house, rundown from years and years of neglect. The kick stand on his bike went down. The helmet came off. The key went into his jeans pocket.
A long leg slipped over the leather seat and his hand went to the pack of cigarettes inside the coat pocket of his leather jacket. He didn't want one right now, it just felt good knowing they were there. He didn't believe any of this bullshit to be because of Michael, but that didn't mean he was completely immune. He arrived just in time to see Theo, his best friend, enter the house alone. It made him smile. He liked that his friend had balls.
There was no one else he'd rather have his back. If things ever went down, he'd have Theo's back too. The thing with Jack bothered him. He hadn't been there to back up his bud. He felt bad about that. If anything else happened, he'd be there, definitely. John sauntered up to the house, each foot taking each step with silent confidence. He scrunched up his nose when he was Theo sitting back on the nasty couch, "Dude...that thing's been here forever. No telling what's been on it." He laughed and set his helmet down on end post of the banister at the bottom of the stairs, "I'd be careful, some dead thing's liable to crawl up your ass."
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Post by Jack Banner on Aug 10, 2009 20:12:15 GMT
Jack was angry with Theo. It was usually always angry at Theo or at least had some problem with him but since the attacks he’d been angry at him. He’d refused to speak to him since he’d found out about it, but by the looks of things that worked out for Theo as well. He was also angry towards Mitchell for not inviting him to detention, if he hadn’t only recently found out that Mitch was his father he knew he would have been at that detention too. Jack strolled towards the Myers house, anticipation growing inside of him, only this time Lockdown would be something a little bit different. A type of payback towards his roomie, first for convincing him he was insane and needed to be locked up, and secondly for not inviting him to the detention. He wore a blank mask upon his face, although it differed slightly from Michael’s Jack was sure that with a little bit of graceful acting he would be able to pull it off. He was angry that he hadn’t been at the detention to seek his revenge, but as he approached the house he was hoping tonight he would be able to, tonight after he’d pulled his prank that maybe Michael would too. If Michael was inside the house, watching and waiting, then he would be able to get him, and kill him. Jack was deluded and believed strongly that he would be the end of Michael Myers, and that hopefully he would die in the process, going down very ironically as one of Michael’s last victims. The air was cool as he walked through the back door. The house didn’t scare him so much, but it did scare some people and he was hoping it would scare Theo too. Jack had followed Theo from the dorm so he knew he was inside, he’d waited a little as he’d seen John go inside. Jack liked John but John was Theo’s best friend, and he and Theo weren’t so friendly so he wasn’t too sure how much John liked Jack, either way Jack would be using him to get to Michael.
Jack walked quietly, stiffly in the black overcoat to complete his costume. He could hear John’s jokeful voice, and with a smirk hidden from behind his mask he pulled a knife from his pocket. Jack had experience with knives and scaring Theo, the last time it happened he’d sliced him a little bit but it was purely accidental. This one was purely for fun, he wasn’t going to use it, he was just going to scare. He struggled to keep his laughter silent as he made his way into the room of Theo and John. He tilted his head to the side, echoing the movements he’d heard the famous serial killer was known for doing. If they ran, he wouldn’t be able to keep a straight face. Luckily he didn’t have to, he was masked.
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Post by Hayven Levii on Aug 12, 2009 0:24:56 GMT
"Damnit all to hell." Hayven groaned as she closed the borrowed car door a block from the Meyer's place. The door and car was around ten years old and every time it rained the thing never wanted to lock. Her parents pissed her off when they got her this car, only because it was a gas guzzler and besides that she didn't get to take it to school....ever.
But since it was raining Hayven wasn't taking the bus or her bicycle to the Meyer's place because it would just be idiotic to do so. With one final kick to the car she sighed and made her way towards the home.
While everyone wanted to believe it was Meyer's himself who killed those teens, Hayven had her own theories. Someone who was part of the school-be it a teacher or a student wanted it to seem like it was him. Everyone knew he was dead after all; especially Hayven.
Hayven quickened her pace as she pulled at her sweater before she made it to the back of the home. She looked around to see it anyone was around and then pulled the door open to slip inside. Once inside Hayven looked around and listened for any noises within the home. With a flick to her wet hair Hayven climbed the back stairs to the main area of the home and pushed the door open to the kitchen. The kitchen was dark as was most the home minus the exception of a beam of light that came from the main living area. Hayven nodded her head and made her way to the beam of light to see someone or something making their way into the room next to John and Theo. The figure was masked and almost resembled that of Michael Meyers. A small scream escaped Hayven's lips as she quickly backtracked and bolted for the back door.
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Post by Tyra Davies on Aug 12, 2009 0:42:23 GMT
Since the detention incident her mother had not let her stay in her dormitory. It was utter ridiculousness in Ty’s mind since she had not been at the detention, and the massacre had happened in the school not in the dorms, but her mother had no qualms about sending her to school. She walked the halls as if nothing had changed, while other whispered and cried, like they knew and cared about the people who had been killed. If she was to tell the truth, she was rather glad that her mother had decided to keep her at home, she would never admit it, but Michael Meyers freaked her out. She had never intended to join the Lockdown gang, and had only happened on them by accident, it just so happened that she had already passed their silly little initiation months earlier, the first time she had broken into the Meyer’s place to shoot up. The part of her mother’s anxiety that Ty did not appreciate was the fact that she was being held hostage in her mother’s house during the hours before and after school. Being cooped up in one place doing the same old nothing was horrible for Ty, who could not stand routine, let alone nothingness and boredom.
When she had heard about the Lockdown meeting she had taken it as merely a reason to break out and go do something different. As she had done many times before she threw her rucksack backpack over her shoulders, climbed out of her window, down the rail and jumped the rest of the way, landing with a small thud. She walked over to the Meyer’s place which was not too far from where her mother lived. As she arrived a feeling of apprehension started to rise in her stomach, but she was skilfully able to push it deep down as she turned the door knob. The house was full of creaks and moans, but from practice during countless visits she had become more confident in moving soundlessly through the house. The feeling in her stomach was starting to quiver, but hearing the sounds of the others in the living room put her more at ease. Yet any ease she felt was tossed far from her reach when she saw the hooded figure in the doorway and heard Hayven's scream. In a swift movement that was beyond her own conscious thinking she grabbed the bottle full of Vodka from her backpack stepped up behind the guy and swung it with a forceful blow to the man’s head from behind with a cry escaping her mouth from the effort. After the first blow Ty continued smacking until the man was on the ground and it was only then that she realized that this was not Michael Meyers about to attack, this was Jack. This was Jack being an idiot. “Fuck you,” she said in a pant, tired from the effort of smacking him so hard.
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Post by Damien Shaw on Aug 12, 2009 3:42:08 GMT
There were cars in front of the house. With a smirk, Damien turned to his best friend and said, "That's dumb. Why not announce we're here?" His blue eyes smiled at Sean before he turned back front. He was glad Sean was here with him. It made him feel good. The silly smile remained as they walked on down the block. Head bobbing slightly as they walked, the tallest spikes of hair making it seem more pronounced than it was, Damien mused, "I just hope the police don't chase us off. Remember that time last year? That was insane. Funny, I never thought people would want to have a party in the Myers house." He thought for another moment and added, "I mean, where would you go to the bathroom after you ate?"
Shrugging, Damien laughed, "I think of the strangest things." Like how handsome Sean looked today at school. Not that he didn't now, but he wasn't as fresh. That was to be expected, Damien thought. Sean couldn't be blamed that his shirt had a couple of wrinkles. He sighed, thinking he should stop thinking about that, about Sean like that. He'd never been anything but a friend. There was no use fantasizing about things that would never happen. Besides, he was too busy with Lockdown and his plans for college to think of much else. He liked it that way.
He tried not to let the teasing about them being gay get to him. He could logically acknowledge that Sean was handsome. It was an admirable trait. And it was admirable to think of ones friend in such a way after all. That was all this was, just his intellectual recognition of a good friend's qualities. A very good friend, indeed. Smiling, Damien stopped at the side walk leading up to the old house. His face took on a more serious note, "Now we can't let them get too rowdy this time. We have to stay focused on the goals of the meeting. I made an outline and a flow chart of key points. Will you help me remember them if I get sidetracked?"
There was a faint scream inside, though it seemed to be receding now. Damien looked over at his best friend. He was a little scared by it but he tried not to show it but his eyes widened a little in response. He wished he was like Sean, never scared of anything. he turned back toward the house. He was glad he'd gone to the bathroom before coming here tonight, "What do you think that was?" If people were getting sliced and diced inside he wasn't about to get mixed in with that stuff. This was a research project, not a death wish.
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Post by Sean Holmes on Aug 12, 2009 9:41:48 GMT
It was time for another Lockdown meeting, and there was no question as to what was going to be on everyone's mind. Everyone would want to talk about the two students who had gotten killed only a couple days ago. Word that Michael Myers was back had spread around the town like fire in a dry field. Whether it was true or not, well Sean didn't know and wasn't sure what to think. What he did know, was that he didn't want to be anywhere near the Myers house, especially not with everything that was going on. He was walking down the street alongside his best friend Damien. After a stupid suggestion of waiting to go inside the house--his last effort on trying to avoid the night's meeting--he listened to his friend's reply. "I don't know, I was just thinking--never mind," he answered, accompanied with a shake of his head, as though to discourage anything further about the topic.
Lockdown had long outlived his expectations. For a long time he had hoped that it wouldn't catch on so that they could put it all behind them. The only reason he stuck with it without much complaining was because he knew how important it was to Damien. So despite the fact that he wanted to be anywhere but the Myers house, he would comply anyway. He tried to ignore the feeling of dread that was resting in the pit of his stomach. He always felt that way though, the closer they got to the house, but it didn't show on his face. He truly did hate the whole thing, the fact that he had stuck with it over the past couple years just went to show how much Damien meant to him. Sean pushed those thoughts to the back of his head now, there was no way he could act normal otherwise, not with how things were piling up. Lucky for him, Damien was full of distractions as he began to speak again. "Of course I remember, that was a crazy night," he replied. He wasn't too surprised by the strange train of thought that his friend followed, he was rather used to it since they were practically always together. "Who knows, I'm sure they didn't think that far ahead," Sean said. He probably could've expanded further, but they were getting closer to the house and they simply didn't have time currently.
"You do, but I'm used to it by now," he replied with a laugh, how could he not be? There probably wasn't a whole lot that Damien could say that would really surprise him anymore, unless it was really off beat. Stopping on the sidewalk as well, he nodded in agreement. Sean wanted to hurry up and get the meeting done and over with, so he would be more than glad to help keep Damien focused, as well as the others, although they probably wouldn't listen very well. "Sur--" he began to reply but stopped quickly when he heard what he was sure was a scream. Generally he would've thought that it was just the group messing around, probably getting the party started early. With the recent attack though, he wasn't so sure. "I don't know," he answered, his voice hushed as he listened for any other sounds that might give them more of an idea of what was going on.
Sean didn't really want to enter, but he felt somewhat responsible for the people inside. Curiosity was a factor as well, and he didn't want to come off as a wimp either, so he pushed his fear aside and took a couple steps forward, so that he would be in front. "Stay behind me," he stated, as he gripped the handle and turned it. Sean pushed the door open as quietly as he could and stepped inside, looking around quickly to see if he could figure out what was going on. If it truly was Michael Myers, he was going to grab Damien and bolt. He didn't see anything upon entering, so he ventured forward toward the living room, where the group usually met. The scene that was in front of him was quite shocking--there was someone in a dark coat on the ground with Tyra nearby. He jumped back, with the man's attire, it looked as though it was Michael Myers. Sean's body was frozen though, and as much as he wanted to leave, he couldn't get his limbs to cooperate. "What's going on?" he managed to ask.
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Post by Libbi Stevens on Aug 12, 2009 13:59:28 GMT
Libbi was pissed...at herself. She was late. it hadn't been her fault though. Well, she wouldn't say it was. She pulled her car a bit down the street and walked to the old Meyer's house. It was a pretty nice night, and she was excited to get the night going, with the attack that had happened during her detention. Theo had been in the hall and witnessed it. She hadn't gotten a chance to talk to him.
She walked up onto the front porch, a bit behind Damien and Sean. But they hadn't even realized she was there. Libbi took a deep breath and opened the front door. It creaked open and she heard voices coming from the living room. Her footsteps echoed through the desolate hallway and into the living room where she froze. There was a guy in a dark coat, which upon a closer look, revealed it was Jack. But he was laying on the floor.
"The only time I'm late.." Libbi said chuckling. It was about time that guy got his ass beat for acting like that, especially here. Now wasn't the time for that, and it probably never would. everyone was on edge as it is. She wondered if he even had any braincells left. Libbi walked farther into the room, standing next to Damien and Sean.
ooc;; sorry everyone for the crappy post.
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Post by Theo Spencer on Aug 13, 2009 20:58:45 GMT
Theo glanced up and smirked at John as he entered the room. John was Theo’s best friend, they’d been through a lot together. Theo hadn’t seen him since before the attack. He’d ignored John’s attempts to contact, because basically, Theo was well aware that Michael Myers was supposedly John’s uncle and in all honesty Theo didn’t want to bring up his past. The whole experience had been somewhat traumatic and although his injuries were somewhat uncomfortable, he was thankful it wasn’t his memorial service next week. He shuddered as he thought about it.
Theo smiled and shrugged his shoulders, ”They’d have to get through my jeans first, and besides... this couch isn’t as old as it looks. The junkies brought it in a year ago. It’s not an original piece of the Myers property.” He laughed slightly. ”Beats standing up anyway.” He shrugged, and winced slightly. He’d never had a dislocated shoulder before, and although it had been repositioned, the soft tissue surrounding was still tender. ”I’m glad schools closed for a week or so. I don’t think I could stand being back... it’d be weird.” He sighed, at least it gave him one or two extra excuses not to do his coursework.
A shape appeared in the doorway, black overalls and a white mask. Theo caught a glimpse of the knife and his stomach knotted quickly, he was frozen with fear for a moment or so immediately presuming the killer was back to finish him off. As his head tilted famously to the side, Theo focused silently on his eyes, before frowning, knowing Michael’s eyes were not brown. Theo exhaled loudly and shook his head. ”Jerk.” He stated as he observantly recognised his housemates build and posture. Jack was a jerk, and although Theo felt they could probably be friends, the fact that Jack was so up his own ass and so arrogant made Theo not want to try.
He was distracted as he heard a small shrill scream, and the back door bolt slightly. Shaking his head he glared at Jack. The next moment, Tyra had burst into the room whacking Jack with a bottle of vodka. Theo burst out laughing, his body folding over as his sides ached with laughter. ”Tyra. Good one baby.” Theo laughed, as Jack’s true identity was revealed. ”Nice move!” He laughed as he held his hand out for Tyra to high five him. His eyes glanced over her form mischievously as she held her bottle of vodka. ”You gonna share that with me?” He asked her, raising his eyebrow flirtatiously. He had been sleeping with Tyra on and off for almost six months now, she had been the first person he’d cared about since his break up with Sienna. But with Tyra things were different, he knew they weren’t in a relationship, and they were both very single, but there was something about the petite blonde that screamed sex appeal.
Theo laughed again as Sean and Damien appeared. They were both total nerds, but in a way they actually earned respect. In their own way they weren’t too bad, but their rules became obsessive. Sure they were the founders of this club, but it seemed they were playing some crazy detective game before the rest of them had came along, it needed improving a little. ”Ass hole here decided to scare people by dressing up as Michael, and Tyra attacked him.” Theo smirked trying to keep a straight face. It was almost the same reaction you’d expect from a student to their teacher. Theo nodded to Libbi as she entered the room late. ”Don’t worry, I don’t even think Aubrey is bothering her ass to turn up. I seen her boyfriend today and he said she was sick or something.” He advised rolling his eyes, it wasn’t like Aubrey was that reliable, but she would have made the night complete. Theo was hyper aware that people would be asking him about the attack, and he knew he’d have to tell them, so he braced himself and glanced at the vodka bottle Tyra was holding.
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Post by Hayven Levii on Aug 13, 2009 23:07:24 GMT
Hayven didn't stick around long enough to see who was in the overalls and mask because she wasn't ready to die anytime soon. She pulled the door open and her ears caught the sound of another who entered the room; Tyra. It sounded as if she were not only strung up on something but kicking someone's ass. Hayven had to admit she was impressed that the girl could do something so bold as that for her tiny frame. Theo was calling someone a jerk and then everything quieted down to almost nothing. Hayven sighed and crossed her arms over her chest as she made her way back into the main area of the home. There she saw the Meyers wanna be on the ground and she narrowed her eyes. Who would do something like that? An asshole, that was who. Or a jerk as Theo pointed out.
"Damnit Jack. That shit isn't funny." Hayven knew immediately from the reaction of those in the room that it was Jack being stupid. Hayven went over to where he laid and shook her head.
"Is that some of the new outfit you bought with me?" Hayven was going to offer him a hand up but when she saw the shirt under the overalls that she knew he hated Hayven took the offer back and turned her back to him.
"Are we going to be able to do anything tonight with some of us being pissy drunk?" Hayven looked at both Theo and Tyra because alcohol meant that they were going to be loud and they might get the cops called on them. She didn't want to go to jail because of their stupidity and not being able to hold their booze.
"I call the third bedroom from the stairs tonight." Hayven already made her claim which was typical of her. She didn't even need to say it because she always claimed the same room. It had the most windows just in case she had to get out in a hurry, like if a bum came inside the place and crashed their little party.
"Anyone need an extra flashlight? I got these things from the hardware store. During the daylight hours it sits out and recharges which is better for the environment you know." Hayven held out the other flashlight she had for anyone if they needed it.
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Post by Jack Banner on Aug 14, 2009 10:08:11 GMT
Jack was taken by Theo’s tenseness, his eyes brightening at the masterness of his own plan, until suddenly he felt a massive pain from his head as something smashed into it. ”Ouch, Fuck!” he exclaimed as he turned around in an attempt to gather on what was going on, but before he’d managed to even get a glimpse of his attacker he had been hit again, and again, and again. Jack lost his balance as he fell to the floor, his hand moving to the back of his head for cover, the part which had taken the most blows. He pushed the mask off as his hands gripped under them, feeling the soft dampness of his hair for a hint of blood. He let out an aggravated groan as the attacks stopped, but a voice was replaced. Jack couldn’t hold back, he swirved around, his hand still nursing his hair. ”Fuck you too, Tyra, you bitch!” Jack yelled back at her, aggression getting the best of him. He picked up the knife he’d once held in his hand and chucked it loosely her way, his aim was off so he wasn’t too surprised that it missed her, a bit relieved but either way he was angry and his head was hurting. He glared darkly up at Tyra, ”Don’t you dare come to my room again expecting anything, you sick slag! Shit you’re probably crawling with disease, you fucking whore!” All he could do was insult her, though he was tempted to hit her. But boys didn’t hit girls and Jack didn’t hit them either. He wasn’t going to turn into his dad, he promised himself that. He frowned as he tried to examine his head with his fingertips, wincing as he pressed too hard. He was considering going to the hospital and getting himself checked out, Jack loved attention and a blow on the end seemed like a pretty good way to get some. His dad would probably be caring if he did, but then they might have to shave some of his hair off to get to the wound and he really didn’t want that. He slung the mask away from him, a sulking expression still on his face as he continued his childish tantrum. Only this time his anger was taken out on someone else, not so much Tyra but Theo and Libbi. ”You weren’t saying that the other night, were you slag!” He retorted in Libbi’s direction. He’d gotten off with far too many people, especially in Lockdown. As for Theo though, it was expected. Jack stood up, wincing dramatically and he approached Theo. ”What the fuck is your problem, dickhead! I’m fucking sick of you, get up!” he ordered of Theo. It was time, he’d told Larrissa he wanted to get him back for convincing Jack that he needed to go in a mental institution, and now he was going to do that. Well he wanted to fight him anyway. If he lost he could always say that it was his head wound which made him lose it, it was a good excuse. Jack eyed Sean and Damien, he didn’t expect them to interfere but if they did, well he’d already hit Sean once before and that was on the opening of Lockdown, or at least when he joined it. Then again Theo had a dislocated shoulder. It was a good time to attack him. Jack didn’t work out as much as Theo, and he probably drank and smoked a lot more too so Theo usually had that advantage but he was an arm out of use. ”Hayven, do you really think this is the time to be talking about clothes?” he snapped at her. He rolled his eyes as she started going on about lights and saving the planet and all of that rubbish. He really didn’t have the patience for that right now. ”Shut the fuck up, Hayven!” Jack started on her before turning back to Theo. He wanted to engage in a fight which was long overdue, a fight which had been building up and up inside of him for years, ever since his brother died really.
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Post by Libbi Stevens on Aug 14, 2009 16:02:01 GMT
Libbi just kind of stood there awkwardly. Theo was sleeping around with Tyra, no one knew about her and Jack. And there was no one there she really got along with well enough to just go sit by them. And she had come in alone, which took a lot of guts from here. She never went in alone...anywhere. But here at Lockdown they all shared one common factor, that they were here. At this old house, and each one had a past and a future here. Well, except for her, she had gotten in as a bribe from Theo.
She glanced around the room at everyone that was here, and noticed the one girl...Hayven. Which was someone Libbi never really hung out with, or got to know. Maybe tonight would change that. "I'll take one." Libbi said walking over to her and taking one of the flashlights with a smile, and just kind of stood there next to her.
Jack threw out names and insults like always. But she never really expected one to be thrown out in her direction. "Shut up Jack." She said quietly, too embarassed to say anything else, which wasn't like her. But she was supposed to hate Jack, and she really didn't want her private life broadcasted across the Lockdown members. As he told Hayven to shut up, she looked nervously at the girl to see what she would do.
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Post by Tyra Davies on Aug 16, 2009 19:40:02 GMT
Tyra took a seat on the dusty floor, glaring at Jack, who she had just struck to the ground. Why did he have to be such an idiot? He could not have expected her to react any differently – really no one could expect anything of Tyra because put in the same situation twice there was no assuming that she would duplicate her behaviour. When the door opened to let Damien, Sean and Libbi into the room Tyra did not even turn around to acknowledge their presence. It was not that she didn’t get along with them, but she just didn’t know them as well, and wasn’t entirely interested in becoming chummy with any of them. While Ty may have been unpredictable, Jack’s reaction was not. He always took the asshole approach, since after all it had been his own idiotic decision to dress up like a killer and creep up on his friends. When he threw his last insult about her being a whore it felt as though the room had gone silent, and it was the resounding sound of her hand striking him across the face that broke that silence. “Stay the hell away from me Jack,” she said in an icy tone as she got to her feet and moved away from him. She had not been the one expecting anything, she never expected anything from everyone, instead it had been Jack who had texted her, and Jack who thought he was god’s gift to female pleasure.
Turning away from Jack she face Theo who was smiling and congratulating her on her accomplishment of beating Jack’s ass. “Don’t call me that,” she said flatly, not in the mood for laughter after Jack’s stinging comment. She simply looked up at his hand that he held in the air waiting for a high five but shook her head. When he mentioned the alcohol she looked down at the bottle loosely held in her hand, almost completely forgotten. “I’ll see if I can leave you any,” she said in attempt at playfulness, but she was no longer feeling very playful. Her plan had not been to even take the vodka bottle out in the house, and just save it for later, knowing that she would have to share with more than just Theo if she cracked it out now. Ty never had tons of money, and by no means had the money to just buy bottles of vodka whenever she wanted it – it had taken quite a lot of work to get the bottle in her hands.
It was Hayven’s voice that made her turn around and face the others at the door again. “Pissy drunk?” she repeated coldly, her eyes staring into Hayven’s. “Sorry for ruining your tea party Hay,” she remarked sarcastically. The idea of sitting in the Meyer’s house and trying to figure things out was just stupid in Ty’s opinion. She knew that both Jack and John had personal ties which she guessed made more sense, but the rest of it was a joke to her. Jack’s temper was flaring, and Ty knew it was partially her fault, but she didn’t care, she would not take the blame for his stupid joke. “Calm down Jack,” she told him, stepping between him and Theo. “Just sit down and let’s get this over with,” she said, trying to make that clear to the whole room. She was sneaking out of her house as it was, and she didn’t exactly like lying to her mother, though she did it when necessary.
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Post by John Tate on Aug 17, 2009 19:25:19 GMT
”They’d have to get through my jeans first, and besides... this couch isn’t as old as it looks. The junkies brought it in a year ago. It’s not an original piece of the Myers property.”
"And you think that's better?" John asked incredulous with a slight chuckle. He shook his head and almost rolled his eyes. He was a little annoyed with his best friend for ignoring him for the past few days. He wasn't so sure that the man who'd attacked him was Michael Myers. Though he didn't doubt that Theo had been attacked. The dead bodies were proof of that. As distasteful as that may be to consider. He wanted that kind of thing to be over, to be a part of his past.
”Beats standing up anyway.”
"So, maybe you are safe from cooties but maybe you get a needle up the ass? Yeah, that is SO much better." He noticed the expression of pain and frowned. He didn't think Theo wanted to think about it or talk about it but he had to ask. He cared about his friend, how could he NOT ask. He looked Theo in the eye and bit the bullet, "You okay?" It was a blanket statement and not just about the shoulder.
”I’m glad schools closed for a week or so. I don’t think I could stand being back... it’d be weird.”
"Yeah, no homework." John wasn't completely satisfied with that conversation but he wasn't going to push it right now. He knew that when Theo was ready to talk about it, if he ever was then he'd come to him. Besides, he didn't like talking about his run in with his uncle either. Some things were better left as part of the past. His mom dwelt on all of that enough for the both of them anyway. He saw the figure step out of the shadows before Theo did. Right away he knew it was not Michael, there was too much excess energy in the way the body stood and moved. Michael had been like walking death, so still, almost as if life was meant to end around him. Michael was like a black hole of death, sucking in all the life it touched.
He didn't want to think about this stuff anymore. He was feeling claustrophobic with all of the warm bodies in the room, "Nice, Jack, real nice. Hope she doesn't bash your brains out." He laughed, enjoying the chance to get in a jab at Jack in the process, "A mind is a terrible thing to waste." As he said the last of that he passed by the two nerds on his way back out onto the front porch, "I'm going to have a smoke." He offered Libbi a relatively warm smile, however brief as he opened the door and moved outside.
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Post by Libbi Stevens on Aug 18, 2009 15:46:51 GMT
Libbi kind of just stood there awkwardly. She did listen to everything going on though. She really hadn't noticed John in the room, or she had, and just didn't think about it to much. With Jack trying to scare everyone to death. He deserved to be beaten over the head. Her mind still flashed back to a couple nights ago, but pushed it out of her mind as quick as it had come. Luckily Jack hadn't said anything too bad, yet. She could count on everyone to know by the end of the week though. Then she watched John walk by, saying he was going to have a smoke, and offer her a warm smile. Libbi cut through the living room, and followed him outside.
The cool air was nicer and refreshing coming from the stale and warm air inside the house. It smelled nasty in the house, like old basement, which it pretty much was. Sitting unused until they held their Lockdown meetings. "Hey John." She said quitely, standing next to him, relaxing a bit. Libbi didn't really like the beginnins of the gatherings, she felt like she had to be part of the conversation or something. But then she began thinking about Theo, whitnessing the most recent murders, and John and Damien and Sean, and felt guilt about not wanting to come. She didn't even deserve to be here really.
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