I heard there was a simply chord...(open)

[VICTORIA ROMENZ]

It seemed so cliche to play guitar in the courtyard but Victoria had kind of been avoiding her roommate since the whole dress incident. She was hoping that if she avoided her long enough that the girl would forget about it. She plucked at the strings and slowly tuned the guitar.

Victoria had no idea what to play. She just began playing chords. Singing was one of Victoria's favorite hobbies but she had just recently bought a guitar. Victoria learned quickly with singing songs but for some reason picking songs to play or sing didn't come as easily.

What to sing? What to play? She played a D chord and slouched against her guitar. She was in one of those moods where thoughts didn't come easily. Skipping breakfast this morning probably wasn't the best thing. She tapped her fingers on the guitar's body.

She kicked the dirt with her sneakers and looked around. She started to feel a bit self-conscious. She strummed a bit more and decided to play one of her favorite songs, Hallelujah. She played the beginning chords and sang very softly. She looked up. No one was staring. Good. She sang a bit louder.

[hbghost]

Eric was absorbed in his scriptbook, looking over his lines carefully. He muttered them to himself over and over again, constantly. He hated both this play and this concept, but who was he to complain, since it would get him some "Theatre Credits", or experience that would eventually land him on Broadway. If he wasn't accepted as a well-renowned composer, then he would most likely have a side-career as a Broadway star.

Hmm... he would probably be able to write his own plays! That would likely be the best of both worlds. But... he really didn't have the motivation to write an entire script, mostly because his handwriting was reserved for titles of pieces and drama applications (one in particular, for Grease, that he was unwilling to comply to).

But before he could mentally rant about how corny Grease was, and how much he wanted to drop out of the production, he heard something that he thought he would never hear but always hear.

Singing.

But from where?

Eric slipped his scriptbook back into his bookbag as he stood up, walking silently toward the source of the singing. It was so... beautiful and serene. Upon hearing it more clearly the closer he became, Eric realized that he never had heard anything like her singing before. Narrowing his eyes, he continued on until he could see her from behind, strumming on the guitar.

Then, something, somewhere in his mind gave him one single thought that would change his outlook forever.

MINE.

[danyisdarling]

Gabrielle was bored! Her piano lessons with Tanner were done for the day and all of her homework was finished. Go figure, she didn’t have work today either. Just her luck! Marcus was busy and none of her other friends were answering the phones. So, here she was, wandering around outside. She’d occasionally flip her phone open, hoping for a returned call or a new text, maybe. But there would be none and she’d sigh in a dejected sort of way. It was lovely out. The sun was shining, birds singing and it was perfect summer dress weather. Today’s dress was simple; white and strapless. It was almost a bit blinding with her bright hair (tied in a braid at the moment) and the already bright sun. Oh, she loved summer!

There was suddenly strumming of a guitar nearby. Interest caught, she made her way towards the sound and found a red-head that was vaguely familiar. That strumming turned into a song and soon she was singing along. Yes, somebody she could totally get along with! Gabrielle waited a moment, deciding on what she should do. She was definitely going to approach the girl. It was just a matter of when. After a moment of the playing, she made her way towards her and, clasping her hands behind her back, she gave the girl a smile. “You’re really good,” she told her, hoping she wouldn’t scare her.

At this close, she could see that she did know the girl. Victoria. Gabrielle sometimes saw her at lunch and also hanging out with Tanner at other times. “Oh, you’re Victoria!” Gabrielle gave a sort of nod that made her guess feel more right. Gabrielle looked around to see if there was anybody else near and found that there was. He was staring right at them – or Victoria to be more precise. He had black hair and looked like he was a grade or two ahead of her. She didn’t really recognize him so that might be why she was unsure.

Looking back down at Victoria, she sat beside her on the bench and lowered her voice. “There’s some kid looking at you,” she told her. Okay, she probably didn’t need to know that and she probably thought Gabrielle was being a total creeper right now. Oh well. Gabrielle could totally pull off the whole creeper thing.

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word count; 370
outfit ; self-explanatory.
notes ; creepin'!

[TUESDAY DAVENPORT]

The coarse, entangled leaves and vines of the hydrangea bushes smelled nice. Like rosemary, except nice smelling rosemary, like pretty much not the kind you bought at the store and tried to stick down your Principal’s pants before…okay, so not like rosemary. Tuesday shook his head. Where was a brother when you needed him? If not to pull shit off, to keep you sane. So you didn’t stop going off on random tangents. Like rosemary. And the way it smelled when you-

Tuesday slapped his metaphorical forehead. God damnit. There he went again. Focus on the task at hand. Concentration is key. His pupils gradually dilated as he zeroed in on the scene before him, eyes flickering back and forth across the courtyard as he scouted his chosen prey.

Aha. A young-ish looking, red-haired girl with a guitar, and a blonde girl with a benevolent smile that Tuesday found almost…creepy. Which was a fact that disturbed him almost as much as the smile itself. If that made any sense.

Okay, so not exactly prime material. But they were the most innocent-looking out there, and they’d have to do. Sufficient enough, for the time anyway.

Tuesday glanced at his watch, jabbing the IndiGlo button until the numbers on the face glared angrily at him. 5:23. He’d wasted precious time already, and the minutes were ticking away faster than he could fathom. He needed to get his legs moving if he was going to pull this off. Not that he’d ever been caught before. Unless he meant to, that is. But still, there was always a first time.

For most people, anyway.

In a single fluid motion, Tuesday popped up from behind the hydrangea and darted across the shimmering cobblestones of the courtyard, arms and legs spiraling up and down in perfect synchronization like the gears of a machine chirping and chiming as one. In the blink of an eye he was leaning against the wall opposite them, close enough to make out their conversation, but far enough away that he was pretty dang sure he wasn’t going to draw any unnecessary attention.

“There’s some kid looking at you,” said the blonde girl, glancing sheepishly around the courtyard. Ohohoo shit, no way! Tuesday grimaced. No way. She couldn’t have seen him. She wasn’t even looking at him! This was totally not how he’d envisioned today’s proceedings earlier in his head. Time for major adjustments.

Before you could say “pedophile,” Tuesday was sitting beside the girls, nonchalant smile plastered across his lips. “Hey, um…either of you wouldn’t happen to have any…super glue…would you?”

Okay, not as subtle as he had planned. But desperate times called for desperate measures.

[VICTORIA ROMENZ]

She got into the song and didn't even notice a girl walk up to her. The girl's voice broke through her thoughts. Victoria looked up to see a very familiar Blond with a smile on her face. Wasn't she the one at lun- No! don't think about that! She wasn't the best at replying to compliments. "Oh thanks." She finished the song and thought of what to play next. This might take awhile. Maybe Taylor Swi-
“Oh, you’re Victoria!”

"Right and you're...Demetrius' friend. I never got your name." She said strumming on her guitar some more. She stopped and growled under her breath. She had gone almost a whole ten minutes without thinking about him. Maybe she could see if Demetrius likes her... no that's so middle school and she was not going to let a guy into her life right now. Nonono... not gonna happen.

“There’s some kid looking at you,”


Oh! Is it Demetrius? She whipped her head around to see and saw someone else. She really didn't have a word to describe him but the look he gave her made her get a sick feeling in her stomach. She snapped out of it and glared at him. What a creep. Before she knew it another guy was next to them. God, this girl must be a major guy magnet or something.

"Yes because I keep super glue on my person." Victoria said her voice dripping with sarcasm.

[hbghost]

MINE,

MINE,

MINE.

That thought continuously ran through Eric's mind as he focused on that one girl. But...

She really didn't have a word to describe him but the look he gave her made her get a sick feeling in her stomach. She snapped out of it and glared at him.

Oh! She turned around to look at him! But... the look she gave him wasn't of awe and affection, as he had hoped. Instead, it was... a glare.

Oh, dear. She thought he was a stalker of some kind. But he wasn't! When would she realize...?

"Oh, you're Victoria!"

Victoria... that was her name. Such a beautiful name, and yet she did not seem to appreciate it. Victoria... he wanted to call her name that very moment and draw himself closer to her, but he couldn't. That would make her and the other girl with her think he was a stalker, or worse, a rapist, and he didn't want that. She already had enough proof that he could have been. No, no, he wanted her to think he was nice and gentle and caring and loving and all that. He wanted her to think he was the most wonderful person in the world... okay, that was going a bit too far. But still...

“There’s some kid looking at you,”

Oh, crap. Eric dived behind some bushes before Victoria got a chance to look at him. No, no, he wanted to approach her casually, not make her realize that he was watching her. He peeked through the bush only to see that his mask was laying nearby where he was standing before.

Oh, crap, the mask... he thought, and while using his hand to cover up the exposed side of his face, he slowly inched over to reach out for the mask, not realizing that Victoria had other suspicions of the "kid looking at her". No, no, don't notice it...!

[danyisdarling]

Gabrielle gave her a small smile before looking around the courtyard again. “I’m Gabrielle," she answered. Dem’s friend? Yes, that would make sense. That’s how she’d met Victoria, after all. Through Dem, at lunch. Had they ever talked again after that…? Gabrielle hoped so. They’d seemed really cute. The whole stuttering, nervous thing. Aw, it totally reminded her of that day in the Food Court. She looked back to where she’d seen the boy from before but he’d disappeared. Oh… well, that was ninja. Gabrielle looked back to Victoria and the guitar she’d stopped strumming. “Sorry for being all distracting and stuff,” she told her, sort of sheepish. She should probably leave. Unless, wait… okay, where in the world has he come from? This was all very strange.

Okay, Gabrielle didn’t even know this kid was nearby. He sort of snuck up on them. Wow, how many ninjas were there at this school? He was cute, though, and sort of familiar. Oh! She knew him. It was Tuesday… or, Thursday? Jeez, she could never tell the difference between twins. Luckily, she didn’t know any twins and so they couldn’t mess with her when it came to who was who. Super glue? Really? If she were more into art than she was music, she might maybe have some on her. But, no, she wasn’t into art and so she didn’t have super glue. Gabrielle snickered at Victoria’s sarcastic reply. Shot down! “No, sorry, I don’t have any, either”

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word count ; 247
outfit ; self-explanatory.
notes ; lala.

[TUESDAY DAVENPORT]

"Yes because I keep super glue on my person."

Tuesday rolled his eyes. “Well well well, no need to get all huffy or anything. Just a question.” He yanked the black bandana from his face, realizing that might’ve kinda added to the whole creeper image thing. “Worth a shot.”

Tuesday slid onto the bench next to the two girls. One was all the norm, blonde hair, blue eyes and the like. Nothing special there. The other, however, was mildly…interesting. Her long flowing hair was a reddish-brownish color, like sweet potatoe pie, and the gleam in her eyes was kind of…sinister. The kind that the assistant principal got after you replaced the printer’s ink cartridge with tarter sauce. Except without the glasses. And the little wagging finger. And the cane that shot through the air at you. And…well yeah.

No super glue. Damn. Tuesday glanced at the watch wound around his wrist and grimaced. 5:31. Now he had another half-hour to kill before the superintendent would open the side door again. Shit. He reclined backwards, folding his hands behind his head and glancing at the courtyard, which was slowly beginning to empty itself out as the light of the sky slowly faded into the blue.

“So,” he began, addressing the blonde girl now. He wasn’t sure why, but something about the way she glanced around nervously every few seconds made her seema bit less…likely to separate his head from his body. “Okay, um, spray paint? Tape? You know, anything that sticks?”

Ooooh, actually, spray paint could be interesting. He’d have to save that one.

[VICTORIA ROMENZ]

Victoria disconnected her glare when she saw the look on Gabrielle's face. Maybe that was a bit too harsh. Her sarcasm was getting a bit too much lately. She strummed as the boy recovered from her stab at him. She thought of what to play again.

Oh, crap, the mask... he thought, and while using his hand to cover up the exposed side of his face, he slowly inched over to reach out for the mask, not realizing that Victoria had other suspicions of the "kid looking at her". No, no, don't notice it...!

Victoria being paranoid looked over her shoulder again. She saw no one. Where could he have gone so quickly? She heard some noise in the bushes and looked down. She saw a hand, most likely the guy's hand, reaching for something. What was that? A mask?

Victoria got up and put her guitar back in the open case. She walked over to the mask and picked it up. She looked at the guy huddled in the bushes and tried not to laugh.

"Is this yours?" she asked successfully keeping a indifferent face. Maybe she could be an actress.

[hbghost]

((Let's say this was before the whole Kat thing so no one is confused.))

"Is this yours?"

Crap, crap, CRAAAP, she was talking to him. Nervously, Eric poked his head out and recieved the mask in his open hand, quickly slipping it on over his growth. Hopefully, she didn't notice the ugly... thing too much, but that was simply impossible to ask about.

"Um... Uh... Yeah," he replied, securing the mask on his face and looking up at Victoria before getting the guts to stand up and look her in the eye. "Yeah, that's... mine. I... lose it pretty often these days... Must mean I have to buy a new one sometime..."

Eric, you're making this worse for yourself, just... stop, he thought, grimacing as he fidgeted with the band holding his mask in place. Just... just stop. She's not yours, so just don't even bother. Just be friends, dude...

[danyisdarling]

Gabrielle raised her eyebrows. What did he want with superglue slash spray paint slash tape? “What’re you up too?” she asked, curious. She liked being in on things. Not knowing what was going on bothered her. Just like knowing which twin he was bothered her. Man, to many things bothered her. Blowing a strand of hair from her eyes, Gabrielle looked to Victoria as she stood and headed in the direction where she’d seen the boy earlier. Ooh la la? Maybe. Figuring that Gabrielle should leave her to her business, she looked back to Tuesday/Thursday. She should probably ask… or maybe she could introduce herself. Yeah, that would work! “I’m Gabby, by the way.” Okay, now she’d figure out which Davenport he was.

Gabrielle scooted over a bit since Victoria had gotten up and made more room for Tuesday/Thursday. That was starting to get tiring. She leaned back and rested her hands on what bench space there was behind her. It was really nice out. Spring was the best. It was perfect dress weather. Remembering that she had work tonight, Gabrielle briefly thought of leaving soon. A nap before work was usually the best way to go. It usually worked best and kept her awake through her shift. God, she did not want to see Alex. Why were they always working at the same time? A sigh escaped her lips and she had to resist some urge to rant. Like he wanted to hear about her problems. He was to busy looking for something that sticks.

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word count ; 270
notes ; lkadgh
outfit ; self-explanatory.

[TUESDAY DAVENPORT]

I think it’s time to show how to be a superhero
this is our town and I’m tellin’ y’all

climbin’ up the walls anytime we want
the world is out, the boys are back

“What’re you up too?”

Tuesday grinned slyly. “Now now now, let us not forget our places in the world. You are the innocent bystander quietly existing in the courtyard. And I…” he yanked the bandanna back over his face, “I was never here. Comprende?”

He made for the hydrangea bush, legs shooting out from under him at speeds unattainable by anyone who wasn’t in the middle of a totally badass thing, like he was right now. If that made any sense at all. Days like this reminded him of ice skating, like at that Rockfeller place. Except he wasn’t on ice. And he wasn’t skating. But you know, like all these people everywhere moving around past you? Right?

Come to think of it… he realized, screeching to a halt by the bench on the opposite side of the courtyard, he really could use an accomplice. Especially since his brother was, at present, missing in action. Just his luck.

Another snap of the fingers and he was back at the bench, calculating grin already plastered over his face. Too bad you couldn’t really see it with the bandanna and all. But it was the thought that counted. Already, the pulleys and gears of his mind were creaking into motion, plots and images flowing in through his ears. Ah, this was much better. The mischief Gods were stirring within him.

“So listen,” he said to the blonde girl, kneeling down so his face was inches from hers. Actually, she was kinda hot up close, but-nah, stick to the job, stick to the job. “Now that I think about it, I really could use a, erm, lovely lady such as yourself in this delicate operation. Whadya think?” He winked dryly, glancing at his watch again. Seventeen minutes left. If this was going to work, things needed to happen. And fast.

here to change the world, solve a mystery,
fight a battle,save the girl

tags;; Victoria, Eric, Gabby
words;; 308
notes;; ehh
credits;; lyrics : Conor Oberst. template : bikz47.

no one can stop us now, we’re the ones who make the rules
no need to worry cause the boys are back

[VICTORIA ROMENZ]

"Um... Uh... Yeah," he replied, securing the mask on his face and looking up at Victoria before getting the guts to stand up and look her in the eye. "Yeah, that's... mine. I... lose it pretty often these days... Must mean I have to buy a new one sometime..."

Victoria smiled. "I don't think your director would like it if you lost the mask." she said looking at his scriptbook.

He could be a really cool friend. Victoria sometimes disliked her habit to judge so quickly. She definitely needed a guy friend that wasn't just into video games and porn. The weirdness that happened earlier was probably just him getting into character or something. Maybe he could give her a few pointers if she ever got the guts to try out for drama club.

Victoria remembered something at the wrong time. Worrying she would forget, she looked up at him, "Excuse me, oh wait, I never got your name, I'm Victoria Romenz." she held out her hand. She'd always remember later. No doubt she would run into Gabrielle in the future. Besides this guy's hair was pretty cool looking.

[hbghost]

Victoria smiled. "I don't think your director would like it if you lost the mask." she said looking at his scriptbook.

Eric frowned. Somehow, he expected a reply like this from Victoria.

"It's... not for, um... drama," he muttered sheepishly, "It's... well... a personal thing... I... don't want to really go much into detail there, since... well... I..." Eric sighed, and then he stood up, fidgeting with the mask to make sure it was on securely. "But... nonetheless, it would be bad if I lost it permanently... very, very, very, very bad... very, very, very, very, very, very-"

ERIC, I THINK SHE GETS IT, he thought, but then he confirmed that it wasn't him thinking. It was some kind of voice in his head.

But, whatever. He ignored it, yet he took its advice.

"But, yeah..." he concluded, assuming that he should have stopped there. But he couldn't have. Not before he...

"Excuse me, oh wait, I never got your name, I'm Victoria Romenz."

"Eric Lonesinner," he stated, shaking her hand somewhat firmly. He needed to look somewhat authoritive after the mess-up he'd just had. He needed to confirm to her that he wasn't just some random kid who wanted to make out with her or something. That was just gross if it was done for absolutely no reason at all...

[danyisdarling]

Gabrielle's eyebrows rose and she crossed her arms over her chest. Well, she still didn't know which twin he was. And now she was at a complete loss as for what to do. Victoria was off talking to that kid and Gabrielle had no intention to interrupt. Innocent bystander quietly existing in the courtyard. Who said that? She’d barely had time to figure out what he’d meant before he was already taking off across the courtyard. Well... so much for that. An annoyed sigh escaped her lips. “Comprende,” she muttered. She really didn’t want to head off to her dorm with nothing to do. Maybe she cou--- Wait, what?

Tuesday/Thursday was back and, though she couldn’t exactly see all of his face, she knew something was up. Of course there was. He’d been asking for some pretty strange things earlier. And, when she’d tried to get to the bottom of it, he’d brushed that off no problem. So, duh, he was up to something. Whoa, he was much too close. She leaned back a bit, uncrossing her arms and letting her hands rest on the bench again. Gabrielle was suspicious. Here was this guy she barely knew and, sure, she wanted to know what he was up too, but did she really want to get involved? Not really, but she really wanted to know what was up. Her answer kept changing. One part of her was saying “sure, why not?” and the other was all “no, no, no!”

Her shoulders rose up and down before it seemed she’d finally made a decision. “Okay, sure.”

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word count ; 264
notes ; blah.
outfit ; self-explanatory.