Mustangs Vs. Buccaneers 11/19/2011

[Roach Copeland]

"Hey asshole? The fuck you think you're doing?"

Roach turned his head from the tire, sharpie in hand. He blinked, staring at the five guys holding their gear. He looked back at his handiwork, looked back at them, and then just shrugged. "Hey! Settle down guys. I ain't puttin' a bomb under your bus. Just scribblin'-"

He was pushed against the side of the bus by one of the Buccaneers. Another spat in his face before pointing towards the tires. "Look at this! The little fairy is drawin' butterflies! You like butterflies, fairy?"

Roach nodded his head, flashing them another grin. "And rainbows but I lacked the green and red-" He stopped as he was thrown to the ground, a kick being delivered to his side before he scrambled to his feet and held up his hands. "Whoa! Settle! No harm, no foul! I was just playing-"

"Get goin', asshole! Draw your butterflies somewhere else!"

Roach nodded his head and took a step away. "Absolutely!" And with that, he turned and began working his way away from the bus. About a half a minute passed before he stopped, turned, and snapped his fingers. He whistled towards the gentlemen near the bus before shouting, "I forgot one thing 'bout them!"

"The fuck you say-"

Roach snapped- and suddenly a hiss sounded from all four tires as dozens of butterflies made of rubber took flight! They peeling themselves off the tires, however, made lovely little holes in the tire! The bus sagged with a lurch causing the men to jump. They looked around in confusion before turning back at Roach.

Roach smiled, blew a kiss, and yelled, "And really bad eggs, dick weeds!"

And then he turn and ran for his life.

[Galactic Halo]

Chase arrived to the Bucs' bus right as the butterflies took flight. Looks like Roach was up to his old tricks. Doesn't matter though, Chase wanted more, and a cute little butterfly trick wasn't going to cut it. Not for Chase. Two of the Bucs players were staring in awe at the fleeing butterflies as Chase approached. He remembered them. Vargas, that was the one on the left, and #86 was right there with him.

Perfect.

Chase didn't announce his presence. Didn't do anything but approach them slowly. Coach was busy breaking up a fight between two of the Buccaneers players and Mike Jackson. Good. Now no one was going to be in his way. Chase grinned as all of the anger floating around the area flooded into him, making him giddy with excitement as the high returned.

He was floating on cloud nine when he stepped up to the bus, giving it a good once over look before #86 noticed him.

"Hey Freak! What the fuck do you think you're doing?!" He called, torn between following Roach and confronting Chase, who wasn't giving him the time of day. "Yo, I'm talking to you motherfucker!" #86 cried, opting to go for the nearest target, and shoving Chase hard, attempting to pin him to the bus.

Instead, Chase's body erupted in a purple/black series of tendrils which whipped around #86 and literally threw him twenty yards back but not before barelling into Vargas, who was going after Roach in the meantime. Both Buccaneers careened to the ground and looked up to Chase with blinded rage in their eyes. Chase only smiled to them giddily, drinking in their anger.

"You assholes fucked with the wrong people." Chase growled out and let all of that built up anger and frustration rush out of him in a powerful surge, which translated to a column of dark energy erupting from the ground under the school bus behind him. The bus lifted itself off of the ground, propelled into the air by the column of darkness, rear end first. The bus turned once....twice in the air before landing roof-down on the pavement with a terrifying smash in between Chase and the Buccaneers. Chase shuddered in an almost orgasmic bliss after the release of all of that energy that just continued to last as the shocked rage from the Buccaneers filled him once more.

"Find me in Steel Canyon if you're man enough to face me you cocks. Southwest Hill."

[Flicker]

Peyton stood on her tiptoes and crained her neck to see what the commotion was in the crowd of football players, raising her eyebrows when she saw the bus. Her heart sank into her stomach as she looked around for Chase, but he was no where to be seen. Someone else was, though. She concentrated hard, a crackle of electric energy being sent into the ground as she found Wyatt, putting a hand on his chest before he could charge off.

"Don't." She warned in a voice she barely recognized as her own. "Cheer Squad! Over here. Anything goes down - none of you are part of it, unless you want to be benched the rest of the season!" Inside, she fumed.

"Westbitches! You suck!" The Bucs cheer squad taunted. She seethed, but she held on to Wyatt. Somewhere there was a loud crash. She looked around for the rest of her squad. This was bad. This was so so bad.

[Lauren Lombardi]

Lauren was half-tempted to ignore Peyton's threat, but after nearly being benched for Homecoming, she wasn't about to risk it. Besides, now was a terrible time to do anything, especially with so many people around. There would be time later.

Instead she put on her broadest smile for Peyton. “17 to 14! Sweet music to my ears!” Lauren called out in a sing-song fashion. She didn’t raise her voice. She was addressing Peyton, after all, though she didn’t particularly care if the Buccaneer’s cheer squad overheard. Turning on her heel, she stalked towards the bus to wait for the ride back to campus.

[Mia Cobol]

Mia actually let herself smile a little at the butterflies that flit past. Although she'd have never done it herself a small part of her relished getting a little revenge on the team that had made this game hell for her school. She'd have to remember to compliment Roach later.

Suddenly Mia felt the empty space in her get stronger as Chase flipped the bus. She'd been warned about being around Chase, but now feeling his powers being used, she knew why. Peyton didn't need to tell her twice to get back. She quietly tugged on Wyatt's arm and backed up to the bus, a frown drawn across her face.

[Toxstrike]

Jeanette scowled at the Buccaneer squad, then glanced over at Peyton. "Screw this, I'm leaving. I'll grab a tram or something." With that she turned to leave, making her way away from the post-game chaos.

She got just out of visual range of Peyton and the rest of the cheer squad when she heard a guy's voice yell out "Freak!" before something hit her in the back. Stumbling, Jeanette simply continued on. She didn't want to get into trouble, and she really wanted to just go celebrate the win. Another hit. Jeanette ignored it. The lone Buccaneer bully wasn't ready when Jeanette whipped around to catch his fist.

She glared at him. "Look, I don't want to fight you. You really don't want to try and fight me. I'm leaving. Leave me alone." She let him go and stared him down, her solid white eyes obviously terrifying him. He backed off and ran back to his school's camp. Jeanette, for her part, got back to the tram, and made her way to campus without any more incident.

[Faige Harrison]

Faige had been off her game all night, a shame because this was more than likely the last Mustangs football game she would attend. Ah well, at least it was a win, right? There was a lot on her mind as she walked back to the bus with Mega-Jitters, it took a while for her to register that the crap had hit the fan. The series of events seemed to play out in slow motion to her. First she noticed the vandalism on their bus, second the sight of rubber butterflies floating past caught the corner of her eye and third she heard "Hey Freak!" shouted from behind her.

Spinning around, her eyes widened as she caught the middle of Chase Masters' "act", the bus flipping dramatically in the air before smashing down on it's roof. "Holy shit!" she yelled, almost instinctively diving behind Jeff for protection even though she was far enough away from the scene itself that nothing would have happened.

Jeff, not normally a kid prone to anger, had his humungous fists clenched and trembling at his sides. He turned his head as he saw Faige dive behind him and sort of shifted to be more in front of her. Protecting a girl, much more noble a thing than getting involved in any of that.

Faige slowly peered around one of the tree-trunk arms in front of her to watch Chase, dude was fucking scary now, she whispered "Jeff, I think we should get on the bus..."

[Lauren Lombardi]

Best Served Cold

Sometime between Thanksgiving and Christmas

A heavily bundled figure, a girl judging by her features, sat next to a fountain in a plaza in Overbrook. She had large sunglasses obscuring much of her face and a dark hoodie crept up from beneath her heavy jacket to cover her head. Her hood was pulled low, almost to the top of her glasses. For the most part, she blended in with the handful of similarly dressed people in the plaza. A few loose strands of blonde hair brushed her face. Her hands were thrust deep into her pockets. An impatient tapping of her foot and frequent checking of her phone revealed she was waiting for something.

Another girl, a brunette also bundled against the weather, approached and sat beside her without preamble.

“What’s this about?” the brunette asked.

“#86. I saw on your My FacePlace page you used to go out with him.”

“Yes?”

“You had some choice words about him, too.”

“Did I?”

“Let’s see, I think your exact words were, ‘He’s the scum of the earth. No. Scratch that. He’s so low even scum of the earth thinks he scum.’ Should I go on? It’s a little cliché, but I happen to agree with you.”

“So I said that. What’s it to you?”

“He said some things to a very good friend of mine. I’d like to pay him back.”

“Boyfriend?”

“No.”

“Who?”

The blonde smirked slightly. “What’s it to you?”

“Hey, I don’t need to be here.” The brunette rose to her feet as if to leave.

“Wait. It’s complicated. I just don’t want him to get away with what he said.”

Only silence answered.

“Well?” the blonde asked, “Are you in?”

“What do you have in mind?”

“Nothing serious. A little Icy Hot in his jock strap, for example.”

The brunette winced before smiling wickedly. “Nothing serious? That’s going to hurt.”

“OK. Nothing permanent.”

“What’s in it for me?”

“Aside from some eminently satisfying payback?”

“Aside from that, yes.”

“I’ll make it well worth your while.” The blonde produced an envelope from her jacket and passed it to her companion. “This is just to hear me out and forget you ever saw me. If you’re in, I’ll give you twice that on top of it. If you’re in, and you can get me video of the results, there’s a lot more.”

“OK. I’m listening.”