Had forgotten these charmers, thanks to Atropa for reminding me

Will

Sex: He'd so crush on Lilith. And Cynthia. He'd do Natalie too.

Marry: Leigh - fiery with enough bonding (or -age).

Kill: We'll wait and see. He's just a rich kid playing up, so Matt wouldn't get to him. Maybe Mitch, if they clash while he's on the team.


Alistair (will be submitting his app in VtM soon)

Sex: Moira. Alexandria.

Marry: Olivia - for the connections. Melody - for the worship (if he could have it :P). Perhaps Beyonca; he'd figure she'd keep him entertained.

Kill: Anyone who gets in the way of his career. At present, Mina. Perhaps later, Damian.


Claudia

Sex: Damian. Archon. Yup.

Marry: Valerian - submits to her.

Kill: Melody.


Bella

Sex: Cesar. Had she been less virginal, and such, she'd have totally tried him out.

Marry: Octavien. Or Dimitri.

Kill: Eh. Elena... withholding info and all.


Kate

Sex: Gabriel. Would have been her first time. And then just really never speak to him again.

Marry: Ryder.

Kill: Eh... anyone want euthanasia?


Scarlett

Sex: Anyone? Definitely Gabriel.

Marry: Dawes or Dex. Someone who she thought would look after her.

Kill: Mae, at worst.


Seraphina

Sex: I'm not sure. This really depends on her mood. I'll take a safe bet and say Valerian.

Marry: Archon. Seriously, she'd need his stoicism.

Kill: Just... anyone who's unlucky, really. Moira, if she comes after Sera.

Hey all, I couldn't get to posting a new prompt last weekend because I was out of town for a while, and the hotel I stayed at had seriously spotty internet connection. I'll try to make it on time next weekend though.

Finishing up my chars from the last prompt:


ABBY:
Fuck: She is so virginal that she'd want someone who either wasn't that experienced with women or was genuine... so maybe JD or Tyler?

Marry: Josh, obviously. Best buds and she's been crushing on him since forever.

Kill: Probably Marie-Elisabeth for going out with Josh and being an evil person.




And finally... starting the new prompt:


PROMPT 06: Currently Listening to...

Based on whatever your character is feeling/thinking/experiencing now, what song would they currently be jamming to?

You can describe why you picked the song for your character, post the lyrics, and/or link to the actual music.

*lol* I actually thought of something earlier today, for Adrien. So, major coincidence.
But anyway, I was listening to "The Last Ammunition" by Deathstars, and even though it's a little too... human for a vampire, the theme itself really fits Adrien's general mood, and his plans for the future (or rather, lack thereof). Click the title to hear it.


Deathstars - 'The Last Ammunition';

Guns and ammo lie in front of you
The clips are all loaded, now what shall you do?
This is how it starts when the end glows wildly in the dark
This is how it starts when the last breath ends the last spark

Nine, nine, nine!
Millimeter
Nine, nine, nine!
Millimeter

Shoot!
The last ammunition
Let the clips fall down
The last ammunition
And fall to the ground

The Desert Eagle spreads its wings for you
Kiss the cold steel then let the bullets come through
This is the ultimate end, I’ll make it sure that you will see
As I shall kiss the cold steel and see how dark this day really can be

Nine, nine, nine!
Millimeter
Nine, nine, nine!
Millimeter

Shoot!
The last ammunition
Let the clips fall down
The last ammunition
And fall to the ground

Bite the blank steel
Now let the bullets come through
The silver eagle says it’s time to…

"Shoot the last ammunition"
Come on and do it now!
"The last ammunition"
I’m going to show you how!

This is how it must end
So bright shines the pistol
This is how I’ll feel
When the last clip is falling
And the barrels are glowing tonight…

Atropa - Seems very fitting for Adrien--dark and angry. Though given the fact that Lena just asked him to kill her if she gets out of control, the lyrics makes it seem like he might be a little trigger-happy with her request.



For Lola I imagine her being into crazy, experimental stuff, booty grinding music, and indie rock. And currently, ... well, she's being kind of flirty with Phoenix for personal gain. And she has a big ironic and self-destructive streak, so she'd identify with music that has those qualities. So, my choice for her is:


MIA - 10 Dollar (click for link)

China girl was a little girl
From a town
That's all you need to know

Lolita was a man-eater
Clocked him like a taxi meter

Fuck gold, she was a platinum digger
Shakin-ass making moves on a mover

Visa, then a plane ride to ya
Peace out. she'll kill you like uma

She skipped away to the shop
She found she didn't have enough

She clocked him looking right at her
And sucked on a lollipop.

She skipped away to the shop
She found she didn't have enough

She clocked him looking right at her
And sucked on a lollipop.

China girl grew up to be a big girl
Had her sights set on a bigger world

Dial-a-bride from sri lanka
Found herself a yorkshire banker

Need a visa? got wth a geezer
Need some money?
Paid him with her knees up
Year later, started to ease up
Got her own way, shouted out 'see ya'

She skipped away to the shop
She found she didn't have enough

She clocked him looking right at her
And sucked on a lollipop.

She skipped away to the shop
She found she didn't have enough

She clocked him looking right at her
And sucked on a lollipop.

Yea, what can i get for 10 dollar?
Anything you want. [8x]

Well, before when Esteban was all mopey about Sienna I was going to post La Camisa Negra as his song, but now that he's found out about Matt/Josh, he's feeling a little more of his swagger again. He's also all about hip hop, rap, reggaeton, and funk (and I imagine maybe getting some rocker influence from JD) so this one works pretty well:


N.E.R.D. - Lapdance (click for link)

Dirty Dog
I'm, I'm a dirty dog
I'm a dirty dog
I'm, I'm a dirty dog
Dirty Dog
I'm a dirty dog
Dirty Dog

I'm an outlaw (I'm an outlaw)
Quick on the draw (Quick on the draw)
Somethin' you've never seen before (Never Seen)
And I dare a mother fucker to come in my face
I got somethin' chrome (I got somethin' Chrome)
And I got it from home (I got it from home)
And it ain't a microphone (Ain't it a mic!)
And I dare a mother fucker to come in my face
It's so real
It's How I Feel
It's this society
That makes a nigga wanna kill
I'm just straight ill
Ridin' my motorcycle down the streets
While politicians is soundin' like strippers to me
They keep sayin' but I don't wanna hear it...

Oooh baby you want me?
Oooh baby you want me?
Oooh baby you want me?
Well you can get this lap dance here for free
Now you can get this lap dance here for free
Well you can get this lap dance here for free
Oooh baby you want me?
Now you can get this lap dance here for free

It's a raw night (It's a raw night)
Who wants to bar fight? (Who wants to bar fight?)
Well come on alright (Well come on)
And I dare a mother fucker to come in my face
Baseball bats (Baseball bats)
I got somethin' for that (I got somethin' for that)
It goes bla ka ka kat (You know what that is)
So I dare a motherfucker to come in my face
It's so real
It's how I feel
It's this society
That makes a nigga wanna kill
I'm just straight ill
Ridin' my motorcycle down the streets
While the government is soundin' like strippers to me
They keep sayin' but I don't wanna hear it

Oooh baby you want me?
Oooh baby you want me?
Oooh baby you want me?
Well you can get this lap dance here for free
Now you can get this lap dance here for free
Well you can get this lap dance here for free
Oooh baby you want me?
Now you can get this lap dance here for free

When you think of Harvey, think of a Harley
Blue denim, spiked wrists and crombie
Lap-screws and tattoos that's all me
Two guns, both arm's feelin' like Fonzie
You can find me drunk, whip it it might crash
Or find me chillin with crackers, who like Clash
Find me in court smokin' that nice grass
Burnin' the flag, all in the name of white trash
It's Harvey baby, Christ on the arm I'm gnarly baby
Fuck with me? Not hardly baby
And you know the flow, im Godly baby
So lets party baby
Chicks nick-name me pilot, they get high off my dick
I take 'em to my home, they call it the cock pit
Time for take off, their panties they drop quick
Now that's first class fuckin, and that' some fly shit

Oooh baby you want me?
Oooh baby you want me?
Oooh baby you want me?
Well you can get this lap dance here for free
Well you can get this lap dance here for free
Well you can get this lap dance here for free
Oooh baby you want me?
Now you can get this lap dance here for free

Hehe, that one really fits Lola!

Aeode's present mood (the one before the jump that is) would best be described by Now I'm Feeling Zombiefied by Alien Sex Fiend






And here is the best version I was able to find.

Linky

This made me think of Cheyenne, not right now, but wht she is going to find in the future for more than one reason. It would also be something she would listen too.

LOL, that song fits Aeode perfectly :D
Atropa - the vibe is very, very Adrien.
And I can see Cheyenne listening to that... wouldn't have thought of it at first, though, but it fits
And yup, I agree with Ghani; that song fits Lola scarily.
Lena basically conforms to this song at present; she's sticking around to play I, Spy, isn't really going to stop killing people, and is sucking up to (and on) Damian for far more ulterior motives, and basically, can't trust anyone anymore, which she figures one day will include herself.

Alissa - Yup. And the theme as well. And that song is pretty much perfect for Lena.


Now, for Dominic... Granted, he was just caught cheating, but he is with Lara again, and so;

Europe - 'Let The Good Times Rock' (click to listen);

You say that you want me
I hope that you do
Cause tell me just where I would be in this world
Without someone like you

When you say that you need me
Like only you can
Oh baby, you don't really know what you've done
To the heart of this man

So baby, tonight we will celebrate
And talk of the times til it gets real late
Yes baby, tonight we'll appreciate
Just what we've got
So let the good times rock

Oh, when you squeeze me
And say that you care
There's nothin' I know that could drag me away
When that feelin' is there

Oh, the way that you move me
And makin' me feel
Well, I could have sworn that I lived in a dream
If it wasn't for real

So baby, tonight we will celebrate
And talk of the times til it gets real late
Yes baby, tonight we'll appreciate
Just what we've got
So let the good times rock

- - - - - -

I don't care if it's cheesy, and 80's. It fits, and Europe rock. *nod*

gears - OMG! That song for Jude thinking about Katie is soooo cute. And that suggestion for Esteban could definitely work, but it'd be for when he's in a more relaxed mood... maybe if he managed to get an awesome bj in a library or something.

ghani - Yep, I can totally see those lyrics meshing with what Aeode's been through the past few nights.

Alissa - That song is basically perfect for Lena. Nice.




For Cynthia... well, I imagine that she mostly listens to pop music and whatever is currently popular. Since she hasn't done very much so far, I'm just kind of going with whatever her baseline personality is, so...

Britney Spears - If U Seek Amy
(PS: for anyone who missed it, "If U Seek Amy = f*** me")

La la la, la la la
La la la, la la la

Oh baby baby have you seen Amy tonight?
Is she in the bathroom is she smokin' up outside? Oh
Oh baby baby does she take a piece of lime
For the drink that I'mma buy her do you know just what she likes? Oh

Oh oh, tell me have you seen her? Because I'm so oh
I can't get her off of my brain
I just want to go to the party she gonna go
Can somebody take me home?
Ha ha, he he, ha ha ho

Love me hate me, say what you want about me
But all of the boys and all of the girls are begging to if you seek Amy
Love me hate me, but can't you see what I see?
All of the boys and all of the girls are begging to if you seek Amy
Love me hate me, la la la, la la la

Amy told me that she's gonna meet me up
I don't know where or when and now they're closing up the club, oh
I've seen her once or twice but boy she knows my face
But it's hard to see with all the people standing in the way, oh

Oh oh, tell me have you seen her, because I'm so oh
I can't get her off of my brain
I just want to go to the party she gonna go
Can somebody take me home?
Ha ha, he he, ha ha ho

Love me hate me, say what you want about me
But all of the boys and all of the girls are begging to if you seek Amy
Love me hate me, but can't you see what I see?
All of the boys and all of the girls are begging to if you seek Amy
Love me hate me

Oh, so what you want about me?
Oh, but can't you see what I see?
Oh, so what you want about me?
La la la, la la la

So tell me if you see her
'Cause I've been waiting here forever
Oh baby baby if you seek Amy tonight
Oh baby baby we'll do whatever you like
Oh baby baby baby
Oh baby baby baby

La la la, la la la
La la la, la la la

Love me hate me, say what you want about me
But all of the boys and all of the girls are begging to if you seek Amy
Love me hate me, but can't you see what I see
All of the boys and all of the girls are begging to if you seek Amy

Love me hate me, say what you want about me, yeah
Love me hate me, but can't you see what I see?
All of the boys and all of the girls are begging to if you seek Amy
Love me hate me

Oh, so what you want about me?
Oh, but can't you see what I see?
Love me hate me
Oh, so what you want about me?
All of the boys and all of the girls are begging to if you seek Amy



Another song that would pretty accurately describe what Cynthia's doing right now (making fun of other people) would be Camel Toe by Fanny Pack, which is a totally hilarious song.

um hmm thats right uh huh uh huh
um hmm thats right uh huh uh huh

walking down the street
something caught my eye
a growing epidemic that really ain't fly
a middle aged lady
i gotta be blunt
her spandex biker shorts were creepin up the front

I could see her uterus her pants were too tight
She must've owned panties that were not in sight
She walked right by the poor woman didn't know
She had a frontal wedgie a Camel Toe

[Chorus]
um hmm thats right uh huh
oh no
fix yourself girl
you got a
Camel Toe
um hmm thats right uh huh
oh no
fix yourself girl
you got a
Camel Toe

girl thats gotta hurt
take some time and adjust can't you see people staring
and making a fuss
could not believe my eyes had to take a second glance
is your crotch hungry girl
cause its eating your pants
do you enjoy the commotion and attention it brings
the only lips i wanna see are the ones that sing
in public putting on an x rated show grossin people out
with your Camel Toe

[Repeat Chorus]

first day of spring and by the looks of things these girls have forgot how to dress
a little quick to wearin
wearin pum pum shorts
and its causin me much distress
whoomp there it is
yeha right in the front
everybody come and get a good look
i can see everything through the panty cling every cranny
and every nook
you better take a quick minute
before you step outside
and check the area thats pubic
or you'll get your panties all up in a bunch all twisted up
like rubic
take these words of advice
cause its not very nice
i wanna put you al in the know
girls don't sleep
don't let your pants creep
watch out for
The Camel Toe

[Repeat Chorus]

Double post, but...

Donnie’s favorite genres of music are a variety of electronica, new wave, and anything nerdy. Not much has been happening with Donnie aside from his newfound stalkerdom, but I couldn’t think of any stalker songs that I liked. They were all too touchy-feely for him, being so emotionally stunted and guarded. And then I decided to assume that Nora was floating about somewhere off his radar, and I thought this song was adorable for him.


Marvin the Paranoid Android – Marvin, I Love You (click for link)
Long ago, in another galaxy
There lived a gloomy robot
His name was Marvin
He was getting old and a bit rusty
And nobody liked him

One day, being very bored
He thought it would be a good idea
To tidy up all of his old programs
In his dusty old databank
There were tapes in there
He hadn't played for years

Checking them through,
He accidentally pushed a wrong button
And suddenly he heard

[Voice:]
Marvin, I love you
Marvin, I love you

Well, he was sure he hadn't
Heard that ever before
He wasn't even sure he'd heard it that time
Because being a bored and gloomy robot
He hadn't really been listening

What was worse, he couldn't remember
What button he'd accidentally pressed
Anyway, he tried a few switches at random
And suddenly

[Voice:]
Marvin, I love you
Marvin I love you
Remember, I'm programmed for you
I know we're worlds apart
Still you could break my heart
Loving you is all I can do

Well, he heard it that time all right, no doubt about it
Who was singing these strange words?
Was it another robot?
Or some strange lifeform from the distant past
When he was a young robot and people still made
The occasional attempt to like him?

He couldn't make it out at all
So, he pushed a few buttons again

[Voice:]
Marvin, I love you
Marvin, I love you

That was it

[Voice:]
I tried to contact Marvin
I don't know why, but he never replied
Perhaps one day he'll answer.
Till then I guess I'll keep on trying
Marvin, I love you
Marvin I love you
Remember, I'm programmed for you

"Does not compute" he thought miserably
But at least he knew where to find it in his databank
From then on he could play it whenever he wanted
Think about what he'd missed
And live miserably ever after

[Voice:]
Marvin, I love you
Marvin I love you
Remember, I'm programmed for you
I know we're worlds apart
Still you could break my heart
Loving you is all I can do
Marvin, I love you
Marvin I love you



btw, gears – another cute, nerdy, longing love song that might work for Jude/Katie is The Method by We Are Scientists
“The breathing mask and safety goggles/ Accentuate your eyes”

I found another one for Adrien today. Not a difficult thing to do, really, considering my taste in music, and his state of mind... but still...

Pain - 'Walking On Glass' (click to listen... it might take a while to load);

So how many times do I have to pick myself up
When you're just crushing my life?
So I can carry on
Fill my soul so hollow

I've been down the drain
And washed away
And still I come back for more
I keep my head up high
Always try to walk the line

I'm not like you
My life flashes before my eyes
No, I am not like you
The truth turns me upside down

Here it comes again
Pain is calling me
And I don't understand
It's just like walking on glass
Here we go again
And I can't turn it off
It's been following my past
It's just like walking on glass

Life's too short but I don't give a fuck
Why try to think like you
I have my own free will
Life is built on sorrow

Fields of burning lies is getting clearer by age
Soon we start to realize
Born and raised in a cage

I'm not like you
My life flashes before my eyes
No, I am not like you
The truth turns me upside down

Here it comes again
Pain is calling me
And I don't understand
It's just like walking on glass
Here we go again
And I can't turn it off
It's been following my past
It's just like walking on glass

Walk with me
It's getting dark
Walk with me
We'll try to save our broken souls

Here it comes again
Pain is calling me
And I don't understand
It's just like walking on glass
Here we go again
And I can't turn it off
It's been following my past
It's just like walking on glass


Thanks to robokitty for hosting the file.

After much deliberation, I found a song for Frankie that works from where she’s left off with Mitch in media studies class. Especially since he did the fake nicey voice with her and she’s done the fake nicey voice back.

Lily Allen – F*** You (click for link)

Look inside, look inside your tiny mind
and look a bit harder
cause we’re so uninspired
so sick and tired
of all the hatred you harbor

so you say it’s not okay to be gay
well I think you’re just evil
you’re just some racist who can’t tie my laces
you’re point of view is medieval

F*** you, f*** you very very much
cause we hate what you do
and we hate your whole crew
so please don’t stay in touch

f*** you, f*** you very very much
cause your words don’t translate
and it’s getting quite late
so please don’t stay in touch

do you get, do you get a little kick out of being small-minded?
you want to be like your father
it’s approval you’re after
well that’s not how you’ll find it

do you, do you really enjoy living a life that’s so hateful
cause there’s a hole where your soul should be
you’re losing control of it
and it’s really distasteful

F*** you, f*** you very very much
cause we hate what you do
and we hate your whole crew
so please don’t stay in touch

F*** you, f*** you very very much
cause your words don’t translate
and it’s getting quite late
so please don’t stay in touch

Look inside, look inside your tiny mind
and look a bit harder
cause we’re so uninspired
so sick and tired
of all the hatred you harbor

F*** you, f*** you very very much
cause we hate what you do
and we hate your whole crew
so please don’t stay in touch

F*** you, f*** you very very much
cause your words don’t translate
and it’s getting quite late
so please don’t stay in touch

I thought it'd be better to split this into two posts... sorry for the double.


OOC Prompt 07: Myers Briggs

Post your characters’ (and your own if you feel like it) Myers Briggs personality type. To figure out what it is, you can use this quiz:

http://similarminds.com/jung.html

Alternatively, if you don’t want to bother with a quiz every time, then you can also use this page to help pick your character’s personality type by reading the descriptions of each of the 4 categories.

http://www.personalitypathways.com/type_inventory.html

For posting your results, there are a ton of websites that contain MBTI personality descriptions. Below are a couple sites you can use (but feel free to look for others too):
http://www.xeromag.com/fun/personality.html
http://typelogic.com/


I’ll start off with my own, personal MBTI and then do some for my characters later. This happens to be Donnie's personality type as well

Robokitty & Donnie – INTJ

Lol, had to do this. Lena's (and mine, incidentally) type is so totally ENTP. Couldn't stick her in ENTJ; she only likes power because it makes her feel safer to be in control. Highlighted the bits that were most fitting.

Alissa - wow, that description fits Lena really well. But now I'm gonna wonder if you and Lena share the same crazy streaks!


For Esteban, he's obviously E and P. For T/F... I lean more towards T because, even though he feels very strongly and acts a lot on him emotions, F seems to assume way too many warm, fuzzy emotion rather than angsty, angry ones. And for N/S... I'd say he's pretty balanced... maybe a nudge in the S direction. So that makes him a mix of ESTP and ENTP.

Here are more... err... colorful descriptions of the personality types, and they fit Esteban pretty well

But the unflattering description is funny and makes Jude sound SO adorable. I guess that we nailed his personality when we figured out his past manservantyness with Cyn

I was kind of disappointed that the INTJ description on that page that wasn't unflattering for Donnie because, personally, I find his/my glaring personality weaknesses kind of amusing in a metacognitive sort of way. But maybe I'm just too in love with my own "quirks" to see them as flaws. "INTJs don't have friends, silly"<--AWESOME!

Also, Nora as an INFP makes a bunch of sense.



Awww... robokitty has endless capacity to simulate the emotions of caring for you.
*mechanical voice*
There, there. *pat, pat* There, there.

Well, thanks for taking the time to go against your ISFP nature and read through it all and resist the natural urge to find potato chips. It's all part of my robot-like attempts to understand people better and then "quiz" myself by trying to guess their MBTI type. (Donnie might be based on my bf, but he sure takes a lot from me too!) :cylon:



OMFG. I have not seen someone other than me make a pop culture reference this awesome for... years maybe. I LOLed so hard.



As for Frankie, she is so totally an ENTJ... maybe with some ENFJ tendencies.



And Cynthia is... hmmm... probably also an ESTP Conman like Esteban with some ENTJ Evil Overlord tendencies.

Well, I didn't update last weekend, so I'm updating early this weekend to make up for it.


PROMPT 08: IC Sandbox, Famous First Lines

For this prompt, write a short snippet or story about one of your RP characters (and/or any NPCs in their life) using one of the famous first lines from the novels below:

• It was a wrong number that started it, the telephone ringing three times in the dead of night, and the voice on the other end asking for someone <he> was not. - Paul Auster, City of Glass
  
• Where now? Who now? When now? - Samuel Beckett, The Unnamable
  
• All children, except one, grow up. - J.M. Barrie, Peter Pan
  
• Someone must have slandered <Josef K.>, for one morning, without having done anything truly wrong, <he> was arrested. - —Franz Kafka, The Trial
  
• I write this sitting in the kitchen sink. - Dodie Smith, I Capture the Castle
  
• It was love at first sight. - Joseph Heller, Catch-22
  
• It was a pleasure to burn. - Ray Bradbury, Fahrenheit 451
  
• I am a sick <man> . . . I am a spiteful <man>. - Fyodor Dostoyevsky, Notes from Underground
  
• It was the day my grandmother exploded. - Iain M. Banks, The Crow Road
  
• A screaming comes across the sky. - Thomas Pynchon, Gravity's Rainbow
  
• Mother died today. - Albert Camus, The Stranger
  
• All this happened, more or less. - Kurt Vonnegut, Slaughterhouse-Five

Any names/nouns/pronouns in <> can be changed to match the name/gender of your character or whoever you're writing about.

Stories should be IC, but they can happen in the future or in the past as far as story continuity goes. You don't have to write a long entry. Even something as short as 100 words works. If it goes longer than that, cool. If not, cool. This is just supposed to spark a little inspiration for your characters in a new way.


Because this prompt takes a little more thought and time, I'm giving it 2 weeks or maybe more until I switch prompts. Have fun!

What a cool prompt!

He'd had way too much to drink and was not really willing to answer the phone at all. But as it rang the third time he finally bestirred himself to pick up the phone with an ever so cheerful, "who the hell is this?"

"Hello Mitchell," an oddly familiar voice said. He couldn't place it, but he didn't talk on the phone much, there were very few people that would recognize his voice immediately. He didn't say anything, still somewhat sleep befuddled. He started walking downstairs for a cup of cocoa, knowing that that helped him sleep for some reason.

"Mitchell, it's your father." He stopped dead still on the stair well, and involuntarily his hands tightened enough to make the railing groan and the phone make an unpleasant creaking noise. Phil Gaithers, if he noticed through the phone, didn't seem to change what he was saying, "where's your moth-" but Mitch but him off.

"You got a lot of nerve calling at this hour, pop" he said, almost spitting the last word, "Go back to whatever shit it is you're doing and leave us alone." he finished, and he pushed the button to hang up the phone.

He didn't realize that he was trembling, and he put a large pot of water on the stove. It was two a.m. Why on earth would that worthless drunk call at 2a.m. on a Teusday? It was going to take a lot more than one cup of chocolate to get him to calm down.

Phil really did have a lot of nerve. He'd dumped mom with a day's notice, didn't pay a dime of child support- not that that mattered, mom was earning several times as much and not drinking it all away- didn't make any contact at all for five years, and then wanted to talk to mom at 2am? F**k him.

The water wasn't boiling yet, but he took a mug and dipped it in. Even if it was a bit congealed, it would be better than thinking about how horrible Phil had been to mom and Joanna- and Mitch too, he supposed, but he was the only real man in the house. He could take it, regardless of how relieved he'd been when Phil had finally left.

The cocoa was really gross, and Mitch was just trying to breathe deeply, calm down, all that sh*t, when he heard the door open. He tipped the entire rest of the mug back and wiped his mouth, only to see Joanna of all people stumbling into the house at 2:30 am with some guy's hand up her shirt.

He was stunned for a minute, of all the days for mom to have the late shift, but he coughed quietly and said, "Jo, you're late. You gonna introduce me to your freind?"

Whatever kind of worthless jack it was wasn't that much older than Jo, maybe seventh or eighth grade? Jack took his hands off Mitch's sister and looked all set to actually get in a fight with a sixth grade girl's father or brother or whoever Mitch might be. Mitch was slightly disappointed that the guy apparently had enough brains to see that Mitch could rip him in half, and with a wistful glance at Jo, jack turned around, readjusted his trousers, and muttered something that was probably extremely impolite.

Jo stared wistfully after him for a minute, then took in Mitch's tense state, the phone on the table and the pot of water merrily boiling. Whatever sarcastic witticism she'd been all set to say disappeared, and she just glared at him for a second and stormed upstairs. She knew better than to provoke him when he was like this, and that anything she did would be provoking. Great, just great. He drank another cup of chocolate and went to bed. If Phil called again, Mitch would ask mom if she minded getting their phone number changed. That hole didn't deserve another chance, and Mitch didn't think that mom would disagree.

There was a football game tomorrow, that would probably help make him feel better. They were playing Brentwood, and they were known for having not particularly good, but rather aggressive players. Just the kind of guys whom it was completely appropriate to mop the floor with. The thought made him feel slightly better, and he went back to bed. He tried to ignore the sound of a keyboard as Jo instant messaged with whatever creeper she was enamored with now.

He heard the front door open again, and from the high heeled clicking, it was mom, but he didn't want to bother her. She had enough on her plate.

Thanks! And thanks for suggesting an IC sandbox idea, I definitely had you in mind when I posted it (and I tried to time it with a relatively non-busy period for you). So, I'm glad it worked and you liked it and jumped on it! The "famous first line" part of the prompt actually comes from hanging out with aikea_guinea last weekend, so I can't take credit for that either.

I loved reading about Mitch's home life, btw. It really fleshes him out in a way that we haven't seen in SS. There's something very endearing about him playing the protective big brother to his little sis. Makes me wonder how "developed" she looks for her age and if Esteban would check her out.

Joanna knew she shouldn't believe that such things could happen anywhere. Heck, after mom and dad had split up, both of them had decried the concept of love at first sight for her for hours- dad when he was sad and drunk, as opposed to mean and drunk, and mom when she was ranting about the whole thing. But that was different. Mom and dad had met when they were in college, and Mitch had told her that college kids were idiots.

This was fifth grade homeroom, and this fellow was, without question, much better than dad. Even in mom and dad's wedding pictures, dad had been a big guy, with obnoxious glasses and a yellow mustache. But this boy, he was tall and had red hair and braces. And he smiled a lot. And Joanna couldn't help staring at him, couldn't help wondering what he was thinking, what he was doing, anything.

It took her a week to work up the courage to go anywhere near him. It took another couple of days to get over the fact that he had really bright green eyes, and chewed on pencil erasers. Finally she worked up the courage to talk to him.

Biggest bore ever.

So much for love at first sight. She went back to listening to her music, actually paying attention in class, trying to avoid her parents when they screamed at each other. She and Mitch were playing a lot of gin rummy, and he was being nice, when they heard the sound of something ceramicy breaking, he didn't look upset. She tried to be as brave, but she thought that he knew better.

After a few months of that, and two decks of cards played down to tatters, dad finally left the house for good. Mitch was saying good riddance the entire time, though Joanna was upset that mom had to take more hours working at the hospital. She was a full on, wall of certificates, doctor, she shouldn't have to have the night shift so often.

All of that went right out the window though, when she met Harry. She had to go to one of Mitch's stupid football games, because mom didn't want her home alone that long, and her jacket didn't even fit right anymore, so despite the cold weather, she had to leave it half open. She'd brought an ipod that she'd saved for months for, and she'd been buying sheet music online. She fancied that making music might make everything better. Maybe it would make her parents like each other again, if they both got invitations to some sort of concert she was responsible for and mom showed up in a orange taffeta dress with silver buttons all along one side, and dad was sober and dashing and told jokes like he used to.

So she was sitting on the bleachers, staring at the sheet music, trying to make the connections between the little dots on the paper, and the words they were singing, and why it was so pretty, when a tall guy sat next to her. She ignored him. Finally he asked her if she was cold. She glanced up at him, and couldn't say anything for a minute. Maybe it was because she really was freezing, an open jacket at a November football game, with no hat and space between her socks and the bottom of her pants was plenty to slow her down and muddle her thoughts. Maybe it was the light, gap toothed smile he gave her, or the fact that his eyes looked really warm and affectionate, unlike Mitch who always seemed halfway to going insane, or her dad, who was already there, or the guys at school who would glance at her shirt and smirk.

"A little" she responded, and he took off the big jacket he was wearing, a Britishy trenchcoat that was taller than she was and handed it to her without a second's pause. She smiled at him and put away her music. They talked the entire rest of the football game and music and art and composition. Whoever the heck this Harry fellow was, he was the best conversationalist, hands down, she'd ever met.

They exchanged phone numbers, hung out a lot in the weeks following. Joanna decided that she shouldn't tell her mom about this, should go out of her way to not mention her age to Harry, he'd mentioned that he was in college, and college guys were stupid. This was wonderful and everything.

One day over the summer she walked down to the local Starbucks to meet Harry for coffee. He was looking rather upset, nursing a latte rather than swigging down his usual frappacino. "You okay?" she asked, after ordering her own chai.

"No," he said, with a thick sigh and a small sip of coffee. "Found out last week that my girlfreind is a little slut."

Jo didn't think. She'd watched way too many romantic comedies, and been hanging out with Harry way to long to think about whether it was right for her to reach forward and put her own tiny hands around his.

"I'm sorry," she said softly, looking at him through lowered lashes, slouching forward like she'd seen some of Mitch's lady freinds do when he was paying the most attention to them.

He gave a small, insincere smile, and, still not thinking, she scooted a little closer to him around the bench in the booth, and he put one arm around her shoulder. Her other hand was on his which was still on his coffee cup. He was really warm, and smelled like coffee, and his eyes were even more affectionate than when she'd met him if that was possible. They sat like that for a minute, her eyes fixed on his slightly stubbled jawline, and his fixed on his coffee.

She could hear her heart pounding in her own ears as she took her hand off of his and traced his opposite cheek, and, somewhat inexpertly, kissed him. He pulled back quickly and took his arm off her shoulder, scooted a little away from her. her throat contracted all the way into her mouth.

"Look, Jo, you're a great girl and all, but its way too soon for me, and come on, you're what, sixteen?"

"Eleven" she said woodenly. He froze like a rabbit, not that Jo could see for staring at her hands, at the pink nail polish she'd put on the night before. He got up entirely. That she noticed as his significantly greater weight let the cushion on the seat bound up.

He looked terrified. "No." he said, with an absolute sense of moral certitude that Jo couldn't even begin to fathom. "Just, stay away from me kid, and maybe you can call me again when you're legal but... just..." he looked even more horrified and then whirled around and left.

Jo heard every word like a punch in the chest, and she put her head down on the table and cried quietly. She'd never felt anything like this, and didn't want to again. That kiss had been so perfect, and then, because she was a stupid little kid, he'd left her. She drank the rest of his latte, relishing that same taste that he had, and finally managed to pull herself together enough to walk home and lock herself in her room.

((Horrible revelations come next post
ETA: longest post eva))

((OOC: Looking forward to it, Furry


I actually didn't have any scenes in mind when I posted those first lines, so I've been trying to think of some. This one just came to me today. I imagine this happening to Donnie when he was in middle school... maybe 7th grade, and during a summer when he went away for a smart kids' math & science camp.))

It was a pleasure to burn. To watch the Bunsen burner's blue flame lick the bottom of the borosilicate flask, the bubbles that rolled up through the solution and the bright orange precipitate to pop at the surface. It was the first day of chem lab at the summer camp for the gifted, and Donnie, like always, attacked his lab practical with stunning precision and celerity. In fact, within the first 10 minutes of the activity his lab partner had already dubbed him "Iceman.”

At first, Donnie wasn’t sure how to take it. But then he remembered how he’d watched Top Gun and girls had screamed when the volleyball scene started so he assumed Val Kilmer must be kind of cool. Plus, Real Genius rocked, and Batman Forever wasn't that bad, right? Iceman. Yeah, he liked that.

The lab instructor, a college student who insisted they all call him “Bill,” stopped the class to ask a question about the product’s resonance structures, everyone else squinted at their lab notebooks and scratched their heads. Not Donnie, though. Not Iceman. In a fashion befitting such a moniker, Donnie had torn through the lab practical and critical thinking questions with text-book expertise. His hand shot up immediately.

“Yes, Malini?”

Donnie’s eyes widened. Someone else had beaten him to the answer? Who the--? No, no way…. She was going to get the answer wrong. He knew it.

“It has six resonance structures.”

“Yup, so from that--“

Goddammit! Donnie spun around to see this Malini for himself, and she was standing at the back of the lab room. When she talked, she revealed perfect white teeth and a stretch of steel braces decorated with pink and purple rubber bands. They looked pretty when she smiled. Her black curly hair poofed out against the strap on her lab goggles and fell in soft rings around her face. She saw Donnie look her way and glanced at him. Her big, dark chocolate eyes and thick lashes were magnified by the glasses she wore underneath her goggles. Malini smiled shyly and looked away.

Donnie turned away instantly, and in the process his elbow banged against his ring stand. His whole apparatus tipped. Shit! He dove forward to save it. Glassware rattled against metal which rattled against the black lab table. He managed to jerk it upright before anything was spilled, and it wobbled back into place. The entire class was looking at him.

“Hey Iceman, are you okay?”

Donnie nodded and picked up his pencil and pretended to be distracted by some data he was working through in his lab notebook. He rested his hand against his head like a blinder between himself and Malini. He could feel his cheeks getting warm, and for the remainder of the lab he did not look at her again.

It was a pleasure to burn.

Jo had spent several weeks after Harry dumped her- and it was a dumping, regardless of the fact that they hadn't done anything- in a fugue. She went to school, she hung out with her freinds, she worked on her music, but nothing had meaning. It was all gray and bland and flat. Some of her freinds noticed and asked, but she didn't tell them. They wouldn't understand, and would think she was a hussy for falling so hard for a college kid.

It didn't matter anyway. What did their judgment matter, when she had lost the most wonderful person she'd ever met? "Call me when you're legal" really? It should have made her furious, but it didn't. She didn't know why, and she didn't bother to analyze the emotion too intensely. It didn't matter.

She wanted to talk to Mitch about Harry, but she knew that he wouldn't have anything much to say on the subject. He would tell her that college kids were stupid, that she shouldn't even deal with guys that much, that a girl her age, that girls his age, shouldn't even interact with boys. He was such a hypocrite. She wasn't completely certain what he did with the endless parade of tall skinny girls he brought home, but she seriously doubted, judging by the sounds she heard sometimes, that they played scrabble.

And there wasn't anyone else she could talk to. A guidance counselor? That would traumatize mom forever. Mom? There were certain things an eleven year old's mom shouldn't know about. Her freinds? They had never known what she was doing, and anything even close to the subject brought up the subject of cooties for crying out loud.

Unbeknownst to Jo, many people at school noticed her fugue, and were concerned. No teachers, she was good enough at hiding her angst from her mother and brother that hiding it from her teachers was no big deal. No, it was a couple of boys that saw. Charles Weatherby was hardly the sort of person that one would expect to notice an angst laden new sixth grader, but then again, no one expected any eigth grader, let alone as much of a druggie and party boy as Charles to notice any sixth grader. Indeed, Charles didn't notice her for any reaction to her sad eyes, or how she sat, dressed in black and purple in the midst of her pink and white clad freinds. No, he noticed that she would sit by herself writing, in skirts, and underwear he found attractive. There were monkeys on them, and that implied, despite the quietude, that she wasn't a total emo wreck.

So Charles started sitting with her, writing in a notebook he got just for that purpose. Eventually she asked him what he was writing. Eventually he was able to draw her into a lengthy conversation. It was difficult, between the sixth graders free period intersecting with the eighth graders lunch for only ten minutes, and the fact she was still timid about the whole thing.

It took almost a month, but Charles was patient, and he knew what he was looking for. And besides which, he kept managing to get into raves and parties. Time flew most of the time, no matter what he was up to. One day Jo asked him if he wanted to hang out after school some time, and Charles had to resist the impulse to pump his arm up and down a few times and whoop. Instead he casually told her about a party he was going to, and he could use a date. She agreed.

He wasn't going to take things too fast with her, she would run away and cry under a table if she was like any of the other faux emo girls he'd tried to seduce. He wasn't even going to try to do anything tonight. It was worth the wait. And then she tried some of the punch. It all sort of happened. Charles didn't complain, and Jo had been so struck by how nice Charles had been to her, how patient, how sweet, how attentive, how much more fun in a nice way he was than Harry...

After she had a glass of the punch it just seemed natural to kiss him. And he didn't protest at all. It seemed natural to grab him by his collar and take him outside. It seemed natural to go pretty far. Charles was sober enough not to take it all the way, but after that, they were officially dating. At least as far as Jo saw it.

It was a pretty whirlwind romance, and over winter break they were nigh on inseperable. Mitch and Jo's mom knew that she had a boyfreind, but she assumed it was some kind of innocent puppyish affection on his part, and idealized romance for her. Mitch didn't have a clue. Jo remained in one of the happiest states of her life, getting plenty from Charles even if he was two years older and taking advantage.

One night as they were in Charles' basement, for once just watching a movie rather than anything else, Jo cuddled up close into him and told him, her voice oddly serious that she wanted to do more. Charles wasn't exactly sure what she meant, though he had an idea and was trying to keep from thinking about it. "Let's go to my parents room" she said, her voice soft and alluring, her hands moving differently than they had before and Charles lost pretty much all brain control at that point.

Somehow they walked in a passionate embrace all the way to her house, his hands up her shirt, her hands everywhere, no jacket no nothing, and she eventually pulled her hands away from him to get the door open and a minute later a guy's voice rolled out, a quiet bass. Charles was in a state of profound frustration from the walk and holding himself from taking her on the sidewalk, and now this guy was talking to his girl and...

He took one slightly rational look at the situation and left, despite Jo's imploring gaze.

She went up to her room and slept soundly. She wasn't happy, but as she'd be walking with him, or on him to be more accurate, she'd found that she really did want what they were doing. What they would be doing on mom and dad's bed. And their love would make it clean and happy, and then she could play the flute or the violin and her whole family would be happy, and Mitch would smile and ruffle her hair and call her sis, and mom would read her stories, and everything would be perfect, if she could get her love to make everything clean.

Mitch managed to convince himself that what he'd seen with Jo wasn't anything serious. He didn't like it if she was drinking and getting herself into trouble, but she was more than smart enough to handle herself most of the time. A terse apology the morning after, a quick exchange of "don't do that again", "I won't" and the fact that he had plenty else to worry about was enough. His little sister would never be stupid enough to get herself in trouble, would she? She was so much smarter than him, and guys like him didn't like that, so she should be fine... When she had to catch the earlier middle school bus he put a box of condoms in her room, just in case.

He knew that she knew about them, she'd have to be an idiot to miss seeing them but she didn't mention it again, and he figured that she had gotten the point. Hopefully. Or maybe he should have actually talked to her, told her that kind of thing was a bad idea, that she should be wary of men, find some song lyric to quote or something, but anything Phil {his dad} would have done was nothing he wanted to ever do, regardless if for once he would have been right.

Several weeks passed, and Jo didn't seem too bothered by anything, and when he bothered to check to see if the condoms had been open, they were gathering a layer of dust. She was fine. His smart little sister wasn't going to be the sort of insecure girl that guys like him deflowered. She wasn't like that, he didn't need to feel guilty, it was fine. Perfectly fine.

((OOC: That was a lot longer than I anticipated. Horrible things next post, most def))

Just a quick note--I'll keep this prompt up until the 20th... mostly because I'm lazy about thinking of the next one. :p