Eh, screw the Homecoming. Would have been nice to spend some quality time with that football player, admittedly, but this place looked a hell of a lot more fun than any place where the nuns would be watching. They'd just confiscate her cigarettes and drinks if they caught her with them again, and what was a party without those?
Speaking of which, was that a hint of tobacco from the direction of the bonfire? Ah, kndred spirits... She wandered over and smiled a hello to the kids on the log. "Hey, mind if I join you two?"
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I could feel the bass before I found the place. Anti-homecoming party with free beer and The Tartan's huh? Riotous alternative all-girl band? I can't miss this. I hoped the Hot Spot wasn't too hard to find but I've had some bad luck finding parties before. Hell, just ask Nigel.
"A zombie walks into a party..." sounds like the opening line to a bad joke. My usual appearance didn't exactly open conversations. More like torch bearing lynch mobs. Well, I can't complain. The alternative is decomposing somewhere, right? But I had some new tricks.
I regrow the damage after I get smacked, shot, sliced, blown up, or whatever. Why did it stop at the dessicated corpse stage? Who knows, probably the quickest way to get back on my feet. But I discovered I could "flesh out" my look a bit. Still skinny but I could pass for an addict or something. I bet no one would even recognize me.
The music got louder as I got closer. Heh. Nigel and Scarlett were already there. Let's see how long I can stand next to them before they recognize me. I figure I could dance around and step on their toes if they didn't catch on. Fun times!
"A zombie walks into a party..." sounds like the opening line to a bad joke. My usual appearance didn't exactly open conversations. More like torch bearing lynch mobs. Well, I can't complain. The alternative is decomposing somewhere, right? But I had some new tricks.
I regrow the damage after I get smacked, shot, sliced, blown up, or whatever. Why did it stop at the dessicated corpse stage? Who knows, probably the quickest way to get back on my feet. But I discovered I could "flesh out" my look a bit. Still skinny but I could pass for an addict or something. I bet no one would even recognize me.
The music got louder as I got closer. Heh. Nigel and Scarlett were already there. Let's see how long I can stand next to them before they recognize me. I figure I could dance around and step on their toes if they didn't catch on. Fun times!
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Jessica's jaw dropped. She stood still, so that someone unwillingly bumped into her, propelling her forward into Anthony.
Di..Did he just...ask me...to the dance?!?
Jessica stammered a bit, so that Anthony's face suddenly looked a little pained. Jessica could only imagine how embarrassed he felt. Sure, they knew each other, but not for that long, and certainly not that well. He WAS kinda cute though...
Jessica nodded slightly, a small smile starting to form.
"I need to get a dress!!" she yelled, hugging the stunned boy excitedly.
Di..Did he just...ask me...to the dance?!?
Jessica stammered a bit, so that Anthony's face suddenly looked a little pained. Jessica could only imagine how embarrassed he felt. Sure, they knew each other, but not for that long, and certainly not that well. He WAS kinda cute though...
Jessica nodded slightly, a small smile starting to form.
"I need to get a dress!!" she yelled, hugging the stunned boy excitedly.
The truck bounced over the rutted dirt track and rolled to a stop at the edge of the woods. After a moment, the truck turned out onto the paved road and accelerated back towards campus.
Mimi was driving. Tommy had wanted to, but the girls had vetoed him, and he was too drunk to really argue. They still needed him to start the truck, so he sat in the passenger seat, his left arm stretched and distended, one of his fingers pressed into the ignition. His other fingers drooped oddly from his hand, like tentacles, draped across Mimi’s knee. She didn’t really mind his drunkenly awkward advances, but once or twice she had to slap one of his fingers that wandered too far.
“That was awesome,” Tommy proclaimed, halfway to the girls and halfway to no one in particular. “Mimi, you have never had a better idea.”
Yulia made a dismissive noise from the seat behind them. “I find that very difficult to believe.”
Mimi grinned. “Gotta go with Yulia here, Tommy,” she said. “This is, however, one of my better bad ideas.”
The night had gone particularly well. Mimi was happy to see so many of her friends had come out, even if some of them had brought uninvited guests. Everyone had behaved themselves, by and large. Even the Hellions who had crashed the party seemed perfectly content to drink beer and put their cheap moves on highschool girls. More than anything, Mimi was excited to have had the performance go as well as it had: aside from one or two foul-ups it had been about as good as they could have hoped. Though Mimi was pretty sure she was going to get an earful from Lara about messing up the bassline of Waiting Game.
Tommy craned his head back at smiled lopsidedly at Yulia. “Come off it, Yulia. I saw you giving ‘language lessons’ to that dude back by the bonfire. Too bad he passed out.”
Yulia leaned forward a little. “Yes, I am afraid he had too much beer to handle the intricacies of Czech.” Mimi blinked in surprise, and Yulia winked at her. “His girlfriend was a better student.”
The girls laughed, but Tommy frowned. “Yeah, she was hot,” he muttered, not catching the meaning behind Yulia’s joke.
“We’re coming up on it,” Mimi said, suddenly serious. “Showtime, Yulia.”
Yulia nodded and wrapped the truck in softly bended light. Mimi began to hum, and once again the engine noise was folded back into the cab, becoming a roar. Tommy put his free hand to his head and moaned. “Aww, shit—between the two of you I’m gonna puke,” he complained.
“Perhaps you should not drink so much, Thomas,” Yulia chided as the truck turned through the campus gates and started up the long driveway.
“Yeah, well—maybe you ought to drink more, and then you wouldn’t be so—“
The truck skidded to a halt suddenly, and Tommy nearly bounced into the dashboard. He turned, snarling, “oh, Mimi, I was kidding, what the fuck?” Then he followed Mimi’s gaze and fell silent.
Two of Gemini’s twins stood in the middle of the driveway twenty feet ahead. One of them was staring towards the truck as though she could see it and speaking softly to the other, who nodded and began walking forward.
“Can they see us?” Tommy whispered hoarsely. “Can they hear us?”
Yulia looked afraid. “I don’t know.”
The twin who approached the truck extended her hand towards it. All three of the students felt a sickening sensation sweep over them, and then everything happened suddenly: Tommy cried out in surprise, his arm suddenly reverting to its normal shape. As his finger was pulled from the ignition, the truck’s engine died. Moth’s invisibility field melted away, and Mimi’s sonic bubble dissipated harmlessly.
Mimi had felt like this before. They all had. But it was Mimi who put words to what they had all realized. “Oh, no—she’s absorbed the Coach’s powers.”
Gemini calmly walked to the driver’s window and rapped on it with bare knuckles. “Out. Now.”
As the students slunk from the truck and onto the driveway, another twin shimmered into existence beside Gemini and climbed into the cab, producing a key—a real key—and started up the truck again.
As the truck rolled away from them, the twin that stood before them glowered. “Mister Gerber, Miss VanBuren, Miss Darek—let’s have a little chat.”
Mimi was driving. Tommy had wanted to, but the girls had vetoed him, and he was too drunk to really argue. They still needed him to start the truck, so he sat in the passenger seat, his left arm stretched and distended, one of his fingers pressed into the ignition. His other fingers drooped oddly from his hand, like tentacles, draped across Mimi’s knee. She didn’t really mind his drunkenly awkward advances, but once or twice she had to slap one of his fingers that wandered too far.
“That was awesome,” Tommy proclaimed, halfway to the girls and halfway to no one in particular. “Mimi, you have never had a better idea.”
Yulia made a dismissive noise from the seat behind them. “I find that very difficult to believe.”
Mimi grinned. “Gotta go with Yulia here, Tommy,” she said. “This is, however, one of my better bad ideas.”
The night had gone particularly well. Mimi was happy to see so many of her friends had come out, even if some of them had brought uninvited guests. Everyone had behaved themselves, by and large. Even the Hellions who had crashed the party seemed perfectly content to drink beer and put their cheap moves on highschool girls. More than anything, Mimi was excited to have had the performance go as well as it had: aside from one or two foul-ups it had been about as good as they could have hoped. Though Mimi was pretty sure she was going to get an earful from Lara about messing up the bassline of Waiting Game.
Tommy craned his head back at smiled lopsidedly at Yulia. “Come off it, Yulia. I saw you giving ‘language lessons’ to that dude back by the bonfire. Too bad he passed out.”
Yulia leaned forward a little. “Yes, I am afraid he had too much beer to handle the intricacies of Czech.” Mimi blinked in surprise, and Yulia winked at her. “His girlfriend was a better student.”
The girls laughed, but Tommy frowned. “Yeah, she was hot,” he muttered, not catching the meaning behind Yulia’s joke.
“We’re coming up on it,” Mimi said, suddenly serious. “Showtime, Yulia.”
Yulia nodded and wrapped the truck in softly bended light. Mimi began to hum, and once again the engine noise was folded back into the cab, becoming a roar. Tommy put his free hand to his head and moaned. “Aww, shit—between the two of you I’m gonna puke,” he complained.
“Perhaps you should not drink so much, Thomas,” Yulia chided as the truck turned through the campus gates and started up the long driveway.
“Yeah, well—maybe you ought to drink more, and then you wouldn’t be so—“
The truck skidded to a halt suddenly, and Tommy nearly bounced into the dashboard. He turned, snarling, “oh, Mimi, I was kidding, what the fuck?” Then he followed Mimi’s gaze and fell silent.
Two of Gemini’s twins stood in the middle of the driveway twenty feet ahead. One of them was staring towards the truck as though she could see it and speaking softly to the other, who nodded and began walking forward.
“Can they see us?” Tommy whispered hoarsely. “Can they hear us?”
Yulia looked afraid. “I don’t know.”
The twin who approached the truck extended her hand towards it. All three of the students felt a sickening sensation sweep over them, and then everything happened suddenly: Tommy cried out in surprise, his arm suddenly reverting to its normal shape. As his finger was pulled from the ignition, the truck’s engine died. Moth’s invisibility field melted away, and Mimi’s sonic bubble dissipated harmlessly.
Mimi had felt like this before. They all had. But it was Mimi who put words to what they had all realized. “Oh, no—she’s absorbed the Coach’s powers.”
Gemini calmly walked to the driver’s window and rapped on it with bare knuckles. “Out. Now.”
As the students slunk from the truck and onto the driveway, another twin shimmered into existence beside Gemini and climbed into the cab, producing a key—a real key—and started up the truck again.
As the truck rolled away from them, the twin that stood before them glowered. “Mister Gerber, Miss VanBuren, Miss Darek—let’s have a little chat.”
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Rudi MacKenzie sat on the end of Mimi’s bed, watching her pack. Well, she wasn’t really packing, but throwing stuff angrily into a bag. Across the room, Yulia had a bag of her own—but Yulia’s was much smaller.
“So,” Rudi asked carefully, “how long—?“
“The quarter,” Mimi replied flatly. She’d finished crying for the time being, and her voice sounded so resigned, so hollow, that Rudi almost winced.
“Three months?” Rudi asked to no one in particular. “Jesus,” she mumbled, then glanced over at the Czech girl. “All three of you?”
“Two weeks,” said Yulia quietly. She didn’t even look up from her bag. “We haven’t heard about Thomas.”
Rudi nodded, even though neither of the other girls were looking at her. “Where… I mean…” Rudi trailed off. She didn’t know how to even ask the question.
Mimi understood, though. “Back home,” she said. “My folks live in Providence, and they said Yulia could ride it out with us as well.”
Rudi fell quiet again and watched her friends packing in silence. She found herself shivering a little. Mimi moved from the closet to her desk, grabbing at books and pens. She shoved them in the suitcase roughly. Yulia had finished her own bag, and sat down on her bed. Her eyes were moist, and the eyeliner and mascara she had worn the night before was smeared horribly.
Rudi found herself on her feet, her fists shaking a little in anger. “Well, what the hell, Mimi? What the hell happens now?”
Mimi whirled around violently, knocking papers from the desk to the floor. “How the hell should I know?” she shouted, and Rudi was pushed away, the concussive force of Mimi’s voice buffeting her back like a sudden squall. Mimi threw up her hands. “I don’t know, r00d. I’m going to go home for a while, I’m going to get some big speech from my parents, and I figure I’m going to freak out. A lot.”
Inexplicably, Yulia began to chuckle. The other girls turned to look at her, Mimi angry, Rudi just confused. Yulia looked up, and then flushed deeply. “Sorry,” she said quietly. “I was just thinking about Thomas, last night.” Seeing Rudi’s confusion, she explained. “He was very drunk, and very scared. When Ms. Sinclair was shouting at him, he got sick.” Rudi blinked, and Yulia pantomimed throwing up, moving her hand away from her mouth in an arc. “He was sick all over her.”
Rudi grinned. Mimi stared at the Czech girl for a moment, then made a dismissive noise and turned back to her desk. “I’ll laugh about it later.”
Yulia shrugged a little. “It was funny, I thought.”
Outside, Rudi could hear students on the quad. Lunch was over, and everyone was heading back to class. Though it made her feel bad, she rose from the bed and picked up her bookbag. “Listen, I have to go to chem.” She waited for an outburst from Mimi, but none came: her friend was staring at the wall above her desk, at the ghastly, handwritten journal pages she’d had framed. Slowly, Mimi nodded.
With a small sigh, Rudi walked to the door. “Listen,” she said, turning to look back at Yulia and Mimi. “It’s not like it’s the end of the world,” she continued, though the words felt hollow in her mouth. “And we can still have practice on weekends, yeah?”
She saw Mimi nod, but it was Yulia who spoke. “Do not worry, Rudi,” she said with a soft smile. “I think you will see us before you know it, yes?”
Rudi nodded, and tried to smile as she closed the door.
Mimi was still staring at the framed pages.
“So,” Rudi asked carefully, “how long—?“
“The quarter,” Mimi replied flatly. She’d finished crying for the time being, and her voice sounded so resigned, so hollow, that Rudi almost winced.
“Three months?” Rudi asked to no one in particular. “Jesus,” she mumbled, then glanced over at the Czech girl. “All three of you?”
“Two weeks,” said Yulia quietly. She didn’t even look up from her bag. “We haven’t heard about Thomas.”
Rudi nodded, even though neither of the other girls were looking at her. “Where… I mean…” Rudi trailed off. She didn’t know how to even ask the question.
Mimi understood, though. “Back home,” she said. “My folks live in Providence, and they said Yulia could ride it out with us as well.”
Rudi fell quiet again and watched her friends packing in silence. She found herself shivering a little. Mimi moved from the closet to her desk, grabbing at books and pens. She shoved them in the suitcase roughly. Yulia had finished her own bag, and sat down on her bed. Her eyes were moist, and the eyeliner and mascara she had worn the night before was smeared horribly.
Rudi found herself on her feet, her fists shaking a little in anger. “Well, what the hell, Mimi? What the hell happens now?”
Mimi whirled around violently, knocking papers from the desk to the floor. “How the hell should I know?” she shouted, and Rudi was pushed away, the concussive force of Mimi’s voice buffeting her back like a sudden squall. Mimi threw up her hands. “I don’t know, r00d. I’m going to go home for a while, I’m going to get some big speech from my parents, and I figure I’m going to freak out. A lot.”
Inexplicably, Yulia began to chuckle. The other girls turned to look at her, Mimi angry, Rudi just confused. Yulia looked up, and then flushed deeply. “Sorry,” she said quietly. “I was just thinking about Thomas, last night.” Seeing Rudi’s confusion, she explained. “He was very drunk, and very scared. When Ms. Sinclair was shouting at him, he got sick.” Rudi blinked, and Yulia pantomimed throwing up, moving her hand away from her mouth in an arc. “He was sick all over her.”
Rudi grinned. Mimi stared at the Czech girl for a moment, then made a dismissive noise and turned back to her desk. “I’ll laugh about it later.”
Yulia shrugged a little. “It was funny, I thought.”
Outside, Rudi could hear students on the quad. Lunch was over, and everyone was heading back to class. Though it made her feel bad, she rose from the bed and picked up her bookbag. “Listen, I have to go to chem.” She waited for an outburst from Mimi, but none came: her friend was staring at the wall above her desk, at the ghastly, handwritten journal pages she’d had framed. Slowly, Mimi nodded.
With a small sigh, Rudi walked to the door. “Listen,” she said, turning to look back at Yulia and Mimi. “It’s not like it’s the end of the world,” she continued, though the words felt hollow in her mouth. “And we can still have practice on weekends, yeah?”
She saw Mimi nod, but it was Yulia who spoke. “Do not worry, Rudi,” she said with a soft smile. “I think you will see us before you know it, yes?”
Rudi nodded, and tried to smile as she closed the door.
Mimi was still staring at the framed pages.