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Discussion in 'Fantasy' started by BrookeDi, Jan 16, 2019.

  1. BrookeDi

    BrookeDi Well-Known Member Staff Member Benefactor Warden

    "And the war between Hunters and witches ended in..." Mandy Davis trailed off, waiting for someone to supply the answer. Many of them expertly avoided her gaze, and she huffed. "Scott?" She prompted the teenager.

    He glanced up from his paper at Mandy and then dropped his gaze down at his doodles. The answer wouldn't be found there, but it didn't stop him from searching. He heard a cough beside him, a muffled number hidden in the sound. "Seventeen-oh-eight," he answered, smiling.

    "Very good," there was a pause, "Miss Crow." Miranda blushed and ducked her head, and Scott just shrugged. Remembering facts wasn't really his focus. "If you don't know the answer, own up to that, Mr. Samuels. Miss Crow; it is kind of you to assist your comrade, but save that for field work and let others sink or swim on their own here." Both pupils nodded, and Mandy glanced at her watch. "Alright, I've tortured you lot long enough. Finish getting ready for school. We leave in thirty."

    It is 7:45 am in a quiet town in Rochester, New York. Within the city, there is a quiet suburb, Brighton. With a population of 36,753, Brighton is known for good schools, is a good area for families, and a pretty decent crime rating (B+ on crime with an overall A+ Niche grade). In one particular shopping center, there is an unassuming gym. It advertises decent rates, open 24-hours, and top-rated qualified personal trainers. The gym has the corner spot in the shopping center, so at first glance, it doesn't appear to be incredibly spacious. However, once inside, one can see that the building expands further back. The equipment is all state-of-the-art, top-of-the-line, and very well maintained. There's the open gym, a boxing center, and a multi-functional room that hosts the variety of exercise classes taught there. That particular room is reserved from 6:45-7:45 am and 6-9 pm Monday through Saturday. As the clock hits 7:45, the door opens a group of high schoolers spills from the room, splitting up between the boy's and girl's locker room followed by a slightly amused looking trainer.

    At precisely 8:15 am, Mandy has always been punctual, the children are ushered from the gym into a large van (it's more of a small, private bus than it is a van). They're dropped off at school at approximately 8:45 am, giving them 15 minutes before the first bell rings. Calvin Knight sits at the back of the bus. He watches the scenery pass as the bus drives. Ethan dropped into the seat next to him, immediately going into a tirade of how useless history, as a normal and Hunter subject, was entirely useless. "If we didn't learn about our History," Calvin pointed out, "Then we wouldn't know anything about witches or other magical creatures."


    "So," Calvin sighed, "How would you fight something if you don't know anything about it?"

    "Pure strength, baby," Ethan flexed his, admittedly, considerable muscles.

    Sitting two rows in front of them, Joy Samuels snorts at the conversation between the two boys. "Puh-lease," she mutters to no one in particular. She, unlike Ethan, did not appear to have the strength that she possessed. Standing at 4 foot and 9 inches, Joy has a thin frame, her muscles more toned than they are bulky. Her hair is pulled up into two pigtail buns with feathers poking out of both sides. She's dressed in a pair of dark-wash jeans with a bright blue blouse.

    Miranda Crow, scribe-in-training and the very definition of 'mousy,' sits criss-cross on the seat across from Joy with a notebook balanced on her knee, the end of her pen in her mouth as she chewed nervously on the cap. She giggled, though, at Joy's under the breath comment before resuming the pen chewing. She wore a pair of jeans and an oversized, black sweater; her knit beanie was pulled low just above the eyes, while her hair hung loose.

    Toward the front of the van Joy's brother, Scott, leaned against a window taking a nap under his letterman jacket, never minding the constant banging of his head on the window as the van bumped and shook.

    Much of the bus was the same; some of the teenagers were being teenagers; goofing off, roughhousing, or just chatting about school or killing magical beasts, all standard teenage stuff. Others, like Scott, deemed it too early to be socializing and stared off into space or dozed during the short ride.

    As the van pulled into the school parking lot, the students scrambled to exit the vehicle. As individuals, they don't stand out much. As a group, however, they're all a little too graceful, a little too athletic. The image of there being something more about this group of kids is only there for a second, and then it's gone, and there's something to divert the attention of ordinary folk who are always more than happy to explain away oddities that don't fit into their understanding of the world.

    While the Hunter children are being dropped off at school, Karen Samuels was at the beginning of what was starting to look like a long day of work. The day had started peacefully enough when she'd first arrived, however not five minutes in and they'd received a call of a body found. The detective and her partner headed out to Persimmon Park to the crime scene. The whole thing had many officers and the M.E. completely baffled; what could exsanguinate a person without cutting the person open? "Think we're dealing with a vampire?" Karen's partner joked.

    She forced a laugh and didn't bother to tell the poor man that he was probably very right. There would have to be an emergency meeting that evening.
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  2. romamaro

    romamaro Well-Known Member

    During class, Grayson Wood found his joy in the outside world. Though he wasn't seated by a window, he found that joy in his own head. He imagined beautiful fields filled with tropical animals and foreign creatures, and not a single history textbook in sight. He wasn't any good in classes like this, but put a weapon in his hands? Oh, put a weapon in his hands and he would shock you...with just how bad he was at fighting, for a hunter. Still very good, by mundane standards, but not much at all by hunter standards.

    It wasn't that he was necessarily bad, it was constantly said. It was just that he was a little clumsy, a little gangly, a little awkward. There were hundreds of words that Grayson and his parents used to describe him, but often it boiled down to the sheer fact that he wasn't quite as competent as his peers. Given time to bloom, though, and he'd soon be a brilliant man to have to the hunter cause. He would cast off the shackles of puberty and become a valiant warrior! At least, that's what his granddad said.

    He dozed through the class, always eternally grateful when the teacher called it a day. He tried to fall into step with people as they left the class, but every time he failed to engage in the conversation, usually leading to awkward silences and hurried footsteps. He eventually gave up, and stuck to the back of the crowd, but didn't let this affect him; it was early in the morning, so people were probably just cranky, and wanted to stick to themselves. This was how he kept his spirits up as he got ready for the school day.

    In a not at all similar situation, Stacy Simmons chatted with her friends as they walked from the locker room to the bus. Her coarse, dark hair was pulled back into a ponytail, and she constantly tucked the two short strands of hair that framed her face behind her ears. She fit easily into the crowd, though her quiet demeanour made her somewhat easy to overlook. You'd be stupid to underestimate her, though, considering that just like any hunter, she could take you down in two seconds flat. She took a window seat, fine to simply listen to the conversation her friends were having on the most effective way to take down a pegasus, and occasionally input something that no one had considered. Meanwhile, Grayson sat alone at the front of the coach, his impatient fingers tap, tap, tapping on his thighs.

    Upon arriving at the school, Grayson and Stacy were a few of the last people off. As Stacy paused to tie her shoe, Grayson tripped over her, his taller height of six feet tall making him a little more liable to trip over shorter things. She stood up in a flash, bold, brown eyes snapping onto his pale green ones, trying to figure out if he'd kicked her on purpose or not and then how to respond to such an action. However, as soon as she saw who it was, her face instantly softened. You couldn't be too harsh on Grayson for silly mistakes like that, not when he almost revealed the truth of hunters about a hundred times a day. You had to save your proper scolding sessions for when it really mattered. "Be careful, Grayson," she warned lightly, unaware that her voice was an almost exact match of her mothers.

    Grayson gave an apologetic smile, said, "right, sorry!" and rushed off, into a crowd of the mundane who were a little more accepting of the boy who was just a little odd, was all. Stacy watched him go with a sigh, blowing one of the stray locks of hair from her eyes. What are we going to do with him, she wondered as she rejoined the friends who had already walked ahead of her.
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  3. Angel2Mars

    Angel2Mars Crazy Cat Lady

    "...blah blah blah blaaaaaahhhh," at least that's what the droning of Mrs. Davis's voice sounded like in Reece's ears. She was a strong student who rarely had to try at all in any of her classes either at normal school or Hunter school. Today her mind was filled less with witches and magic and more to do with the track meet which would be held after school. She had been training daily for it, and though she felt confident in her abilities, she also worried about over-training or over doing it with her Hunter athleticism.

    Dressed in a pair of black jeans with a Metallica t-shirt, a red flannel tied around her waist, a pair of black Converse, and a hat worn backwards on her head, Reece was the epitome of 90's grunge. Though she was a jock at heart, Reece loved the grunge fashion.

    Finally it was time to go, and Reece uncurled from her desk and stood (she liked to sit with one knee up and the other curled around it). She closed her notebook and carefully placed it and her pencil in the old school Jansport bookbag which was tossed carelessly over one shoulder. She picked up her gym bag with the school's name and mascot on it, and followed the rest of the class out the door.

    Reece didn't speak to anyone as she walked, just followed and listened. She wasn't much of a talker, anyway. She stepped up onto the bus and glanced down the long aisle, gauging where she should sit. Ethan was running his mouth as usual, and she just didn't have the time or patience for him. Walking down the aisle, she made eye contact with Calvin and offered a small smile and a one-finger waggle before sliding into the seat with Joy. "What can we expect from the slumber party coming up this weekend?"
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  4. BrookeDi

    BrookeDi Well-Known Member Staff Member Benefactor Warden

    Joy Samuels:
    The tiny hunter bounced in her seat, always so full of energy. "I'm thinking a scary movie marathon, and then I'm going to convince my mom to let us go hunting. It's going to be a Hunter only event this weekend." Joy was known for hosting frequent slumber parties; she was a social butterfly, to be sure, but she also embraced the idea of community. It was nice to be able to be herself around other hunters, so she enjoyed spending time with them when possible. Now and then, though, she hosted a mixed slumber party (hunters and non-hunters alike). They were still fun, but it was exhausting having to be more careful.

    She stood before the bus even came to a complete stop, leaning on the plush cushion of the chair in front of her. "Maybe prank call some of the boys because some of them," her eyes landed on Ethan for a brief second, "could do with some annoyance. Scott will be staying with..." Her head tilted to the side as she tried to recall, but the detail was unimportant, so she waved a hand dismissively. "The point is, he's out of the house for the weekend as is Logan so it'll be just us girls." Logan is her elementary aged brother who she likes to pretend is the bane of her existence. As Joy followed Reece off the bus, she continued chatting a mile a minute. "And homecoming is approaching. No one has asked me, of course, but I'm keeping my outlook hopeful. You are going to homecoming, aren't you?" Her expression and tone were pleading with Reece; the other teen was not what you would call 'girly,' and she could already hear the skater's refusal, but Joy was desperate for her friends to experience all that life--and high school--has to offer. "We can all go together. You, too." She called to Miranda and Stacy as she passed them as if they had always been involved in the conversation. In Joy's mind, they had. "We'll get ready at my house, hang out. It'll be fun!" She paused, turning so she could survey the girls who hadn't already passed her by. "Ooh, we can all go shopping together!" As if they had already agreed that they would be going to homecoming.

    Calvin Knight:
    The young hunter hung back from his group of friends as they exited the vehicle. He caught up with Reece just in time to hear Joy going on about shopping, and he made a face. Maybe he'd attempt a conversation another time. "All these powerful abilities and you want to talk about shopping?" He asked in a low voice.

    Joy scoffed at him. "It is important to be well rounded. That means looking great while being able to kick ass. Besides, we're talking about homecoming. Not just shopping." She rolled her eyes as if it should have been obvious.

    "Right," he said, adjusting the strap of his backpack. Sometimes it was just easier to go along with Joy. "You going?" He asked. Calvin glanced at Reece as he asked, but he tried to make it seem like a general question to those around them.

    "That's what I was just telling them," Joy continued. "They have to go."

    Miranda Crow:
    The scribe-in-training worked very hard to go unnoticed, but Joy made it quite impossible. She noticed everyone. So, when the subject of homecoming came up, Miranda was caught unawares (but unsurprised) when she was dragged into the conversation. "Uh, sure." She agreed though homecoming wasn't exactly on her list of priorities. She was okay attending without a date; it would be better than attending with a partner that she didn't want to be with. It's just that social events like that gave her anxiety. Perhaps going as a group wouldn't be so bad.

    "I have to go to class," she murmured to no one in particular, as Joy continued.

    "We have like ten minutes," Joy protested, but Miranda shrugged and scurried off. She liked to arrive early. Sue her. Her shoulders remained tensed until she was in her seat. Once there, she pulled a heavy, worn book out of her backpack and flipped to the marked page. No one paid her much attention at school, at least none of the non-hunters, so she didn't worry about the contents of her book and having it out in front of everyone. If anyone noticed anything out of the ordinary, she could just claim it was a obscure piece of fiction. It was the diary of one of the first American hunters, and so far an interesting read. At least, it was to her. Most others wouldn't find the subject as fascinating, she supposed.

    Scott Samuels:
    Despite sleeping away the bus ride, Scott was one of the first off the bus, and therefore, much to his relief, he was able to avoid his sister's nuttiness about the dance. That girl wanted to be involved in everything. She was exhausting sometimes. He was just behind Grayson as the other hunter ran off to join his non-hunter friends. He often feels sorry for the other boy, more accepted by those who can never know the truth about him than he is by his kind. That was an unfair statement because he was accepted, but sometimes just tolerated. He was sure to give the other boy a quick nod in greeting before he was scooped up by his football 'friends.'

    He tolerated most of them, although there were a couple that he would consider more on a friend level. It's just; they were so preoccupied with trivial matters. The only reason Scott got by with hanging out with them is that he's on the team. It was nice, though, to have a niche group of friends to hang out with. It made it easier to cover how incredibly awkward he was in a social setting. The complete opposite of his sister who can fill up a room with her energy while Scott often struggled with speaking in a way that made sense and sounded like a normal person rather than sounding like he was raised by rock trolls (more than once he's been forced to sit through Frozen, and more than once Joy has compared him to Kristoff and now the analogy will never escape his brain).
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  5. romamaro

    romamaro Well-Known Member

    Grayson Wood
    Grayson just barely caught the nod. He was about to turn around—if he had the chance to talk with a hunter, he'd rather that, since then he didn't have to worry about accidentally revealing himself all the time—but just seconds after the gesture, Scott was whisked away. Grayson almost went to follow after him, his logic being that maybe Scott wanted to talk, but he was just caught up in something, but someone grabbed his arm.

    Emmett Brewer was one of the kids that took on a fashion style, but not the appropriate lifestyle. He'd bounced around hundreds of different aesthetics over the course of his teen years, and while scene had definitely been the funniest, his current choice was skater. It was very common knowledge that the one time Emmett had tried to skate, he'd fallen off and broken his nose, and that was why it was crooked sharply to the left. He claimed that the fashion choice was 'a big eff-you!' to the universe for the whole incident, but Grayson knew his best friend well enough to know that that wasn't totally true.

    While many hunters would snatch their arm away or start choosing some self-defence moves to go through with, Grayson didn't have the reflexes for that. He grinned down at the short boy (there was a foot of distance between them, much to Emmett's dismay) and waited for Emmett to move his hand away himself. "Hi!" Grayson chirped.
    "Why didn't you reply to my texts!" Emmett burst out, barely able to hold the question in to say hello.
    It took Grayson a moment to process the question. "I don't have my phone!" he eventually replied. "My mom took it off me because—" he stopped himself, "—because of that Chemistry test." It was a reasonable enough excuse, considering that he'd only just scraped by with a pass. In his brain, he drew a tally mark on a chalkboard. Number of times Grayson has almost ruined his life today: one. The real reason his phone had been taken off him was because he'd mentioned his before school lessons to Emmett, and not covered up their content well at all. He'd attempted to hide it as a creative writing and literature class, but when Emmett mentioned it to Grayson's parents it was clear that his excuse wasn't exactly expertly crafted. The result was something Grayson was used to; no phone, no TV, and somehow, an even harsher curfew.

    Emmett rolled his eyes. "Well, maybe if you studied a bit, you'd know that..." As Emmett started ranting about the second season of their favourite show, Grayson was quick to jump in. The two wandered off in the direction of their first class, trading random trivia and jabs and spoilers about the episode that Grayson had missed over the weekend.

    Stacy Simmons
    Stacy had already been tuned into the conversation, despite not having been a real part of it. As soon as she was invited in, however, she broke away from the pair of hunter girls she was usually closest to and subtly gravitated towards the other group. "You can do my hair, then," she quipped, "and I'll do eyes." Stacy's hair was infamously hard to work with; thick, coarse, easily tangled, and heat-damaged from years of straightening, it broke just about as easily as dry spaghetti. It was a miracle that Stacy hadn't gone bald, really. But, what she lacked in hair, she made up for easily with makeup technique. She was a master of all things eye makeup, easily perfecting those cat-eye flicks and all colours of eyeshadow. Plus, her collection of fake eyelashes was impressive.

    Her face lit up at the mention of shopping. The topic of a dress had been on her mind. Stacy rarely knew how to dress in formal situations, and as much as she rocked t-shirts and cuffed mom jeans in day-to-day life, she was always envious of a boy's ability to just stick on a tux and get away with anything. She wasn't sure how her parents would react to her dressing a bit more masculine no matter how much she wanted it, considering that her older sister—now off in another chapter with five kids, and more on the way—had been homecoming and then prom queen herself, dressed in a proper gown both times.

    As much as she could tell that Calvin's question was somewhat aimed—though she wasn't sure at who—she took it upon herself to answer, saying, "I'm going, but it's just not some people's scene." Not meaning to, she glanced at Miranda as she spoke. She couldn't imagine that the dance played much on Miranda's mind, at least, not as much as it had been playing on Stacy's.
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  6. Angel2Mars

    Angel2Mars Crazy Cat Lady

    Reece Thompson

    Reece listened with half an ear to Joy discussing the sleepover plans, and she nodded here and there. "Yeah, I think instead of a panty raid, we should do a boxer raid on the boys' bedrooms." She found that hilarious, and her lips quirked up in a half grin. "And if they are really sound asleep, we can put make up on them. Ethan would look great in blue eye shadow and red lip gloss, don't you think?" Just the thought of getting back at that annoying boy made her day. Ethan was her least favorite Hunter.

    As the bus came to a halt, she stood, shouldered her bag, and headed out with Joy chattering about the up-coming Homecoming dance. Dances were definitely not Reece's most favorite school activity. In fact, she might even like Geometry better than dancing, but she was not going to disappoint her friends and family. Her mother had also been talking about the dance. She had always wanted Reece to be a bit more girly than she was.

    As Calvin approached, she gave him a nod and made room for him to join the group. "I guess if I have to," she answered grudgingly to Calvin. "Which means 'yes' because apparently I have to or Joy and my mom will have conniption fits. But shopping...? You mean I can't just wear something I have in my closet?" Shopping was the equivalent of her Hell.

    Glancing to Stacy and the girl's hair dubiously. "Trust me, Stace, you don't want me messing with your hair. I can barely do my own. Looks like Joy will have to do all of ours."
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