((apologies for the lateness, I've been out of the house a few days)) Erika had only just tied the band to her wrist when Mikki Swift exploded onto the scene. She appeared to be barely containing the contents of her shoulder bag, which was now more of a heap. A solitary nickel rolled onto the table ...

Erika Stieglitz – Pregame Start A look of quiet determination quickly turned to horror as her errant tap of the "hand" tool led Photoshop to inexplicably freeze. In a few moments, the screen of Erika's tablet faded to an animated "loading" loop primed to spin forever. The last t...

***Content Warning - Abuse*** Ty emerged from the basement a short time later, his steps less labored than before. Not wasting a thought on the dreary nature of his family's home, he quickly set about doing what had to be done. The responsibilities he'd taken to keep them at home and off the street...

The door to the Marsden home swung open and bounced off the doorstop. A rush of cool air followed Tyrell as he stepped inside. The house wasn't much warmer than outside, given his mother's manic penny-pinching. Where some people might've been reasonably frugal, she took things to an uncomfortable de...

Ty gave Ivy a blank stare as she offered her thoughts. What she said didn't quite feel like a sting. It felt more like the uncomfortable realization that a wasp had landed on his arm. The question on his mind was whether to swat at it or not. "...It wasn't bad. I can tell you've been practicing...

Ty had hoped that Ivy would follow him, but was still surprised when she made her way into the practice room. Truth be told, he didn't feel completely lost in trying to learn this particular song, but it meant enough to him he wanted to get it right. It meant enough for him to ask for help, which wa...

(( I'm a bit out of it lately, sorry for the delay + short post.)) Tyrell offered Ivy a knowing smile at her remark on their classmates uselessness. It was true - the likelihood of her being able to actually hear much of what he was playing any better than he could was small. Still, he knew that Ivy...

Faust was an appropriate name for a man presiding over an early morning jaunt into hell. He'd given the class a "practice day" which meant that instead of everyone collectively failing to play in tune and on time, they would all fail individually. For the giant of a teenager sitting behind...

Laughing? Why is he laughing at- Oh. Fool. Gargoyle. Meat. He knows. Caroline once again could only stare blankly as Richard laughed, confused at why he'd ask such a statement if he didn't mean it sincerely. He certainly didn't seem sarcastic at the time. What was wrong with him? What would possess...

Caroline squinted at Richard, trying to process what she'd just heard. It couldn't – he didn't just say that, did he? You're a harlot Caroline, a sick stupid whore. So vile. Gargoyle. How did I even make him think that? I look terrible right now, I'm barely staying awake. What part of my behaviour s...

what does he want? so many questions. careful. gargoyle. I'm not so good at hiding this, am I? Nuts. Caroline looked to Richard as he offered a rapid-fire set of questions on what may or may not have been eating her. It would've been so much easier if it had been any of the things he listed. But he...

Wretched gargoyle. Hope he chokes on his milk. Milk-drinking gargoyle. So quickly. So disgusting. Oh, a person! Richard? I think I had a class or two with him. He's not the best student. Not because he isn't smart. He's just mean and surly all the time. In a kind of sad, cynical way though. Maybe h...

((Pregame Start: Caroline Sariah Ford)) "A... Aurora Borealis! At this time of year? At this time of day? In this part of the country? Localized entirely within your kitchen?" "Yes." "…may I see it?" "No." Caroline chuckled at the video, an exceptionally stra...