Ry/Scarlett Street Performance; PG-13

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Getting out of the house had seemed like a very good idea the next morning. After the angst of realising that Jude was missing, really for real even, there had seemed nothing more to actually do until Jude decided to come back on her own. At least, that was as simple as it seemed to Ry.

Anyway, he needed to make more money for the house again. Dressing in his loosely fitted brown poet top and jeans, Ry grabbed some coins and beret for further coins to be put into. He set out.

The corner he usually busked on could be seen by four streets, but was a little way from the corner. The day was cloudy and overcast, but not cold. The wind would not carry his voice horridly, so overall, it seemed a good day for his sport. Placing the beret down on the cobblestones before him, he dropped the coins in to encourage others to follow suit, and loosened his body for getting into character. Benedict out of Much Ado About Nothing today, he thought. But which quote to use?

Well, with all the PMS running rampant around in the past week, there seemed only one good quote came to his head. And of course, once that came in, no others jumped to mind.

( He began. )

Ry/Scarlett Street Performance; PG-13

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Getting out of the house had seemed like a very good idea the next morning. After the angst of realising that Jude was missing, really for real even, there had seemed nothing more to actually do until Jude decided to come back on her own. At least, that was as simple as it seemed to Ry.

Anyway, he needed to make more money for the house again. Dressing in his loosely fitted brown poet top and jeans, Ry grabbed some coins and beret for further coins to be put into. He set out.

The corner he usually busked on could be seen by four streets, but was a little way from the corner. The day was cloudy and overcast, but not cold. The wind would not carry his voice horridly, so overall, it seemed a good day for his sport. Placing the beret down on the cobblestones before him, he dropped the coins in to encourage others to follow suit, and loosened his body for getting into character. Benedict out of Much Ado About Nothing today, he thought. But which quote to use?

Well, with all the PMS running rampant around in the past week, there seemed only one good quote came to his head. And of course, once that came in, no others jumped to mind.

( He began. )

Stephie-- Fight. Micheals, Imogen, etc.

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Stephie was on her way back to the janitor's storeroom a couple of minutes before the end of the lunch break. She'd had lunch with Maureen, who turned out to be pretty friendly and funny once you convinsed her that you actaully wanted to hear what she had to say. Stephie was feeling quite proud of herself; she was discoving that she liked pulling people out of their shells.

It hadn't been such a bad day, today, although her brain wanted to brood on the subject of Jude. She wouldn't let it, Jude could damn well worry about herself, at least until she actually came to Stephie and told her what was going on. Till she had some kind of contact with the missing girl, Stephie refused to care. It was harder than it sounded.


"Hey, sweetheart." Someone called out from in front of her, and a couple of boys peeled themselves off the wall where they'd been leaning. The shorter one she recognised as the ring leader of the pack of fifteen year olds that'd been making hooting noices at her whenever she walked past. The taller one looked older, though, definitely a senior. "Hey, don't you dare just walk past us," he said as she tried to ignore them. She looked at them, completely unphased, and turned to walk back the other way but there were three more seniors behind her. Stephie folded her arms.

"You know what I like about being this height? It's perfect groin crunching height, and it's great for uppercutting ridiculously tall idiots."

"I don't like the mouth on you, jailbait."

"And I don't like that zit that's about to explode on your lip either." Stephie shot back. "So we're even and you can let me get back to work."

The taller guy stepped forward, looming over her. Stephie met his eyes, having to telt her head back somewhat to do so. "Alright then, back to work you go. It's good to find a chick who knows her place in the world."

She would have quite happily walked away before that. "Listen, you sexist jerk-" she was cut off as he shoved her up against the wall.

"No one talks to me like that, bitch- Arrh!" and he was cut off when she slammed her foot down on his toes. His grip tightened on both her forarms.

"That bruise'll make an interesting photo." Stephie commented, trying to keep her cool and hoping she wasn't failing too badly. He narrowed his eyes.

"What do you mean?"

"For evidence, you know." She smiled. He sneered at her.

"And you'd know all about that, wouldn't you?"

Stephie beamed. "Yup. So I'd suggest that you stay out of my way from now on, else the next part of you my foot'll meet will be your nuts and I'm sure there's plenty of little boys that'd be upset about that." She knew as soon as she'd said it that she'd gone too far, and had time enough to snap her head out of the way when his fist came rushing towards her face. She twisted out of his grip and tried to duck between a couple of the other boys who were fencing her in. By now the end of lunch bell had rung and most people were filtering back into the buildings- a handful or so, however, started to gather round, chanting the old high school mantra of "Fight! Fight! Fight!"

Stephie brushed herself off and smiled at the crowd. They'd done her a favour. At least, by making their demands, high school code of 'honour' dictated that they fight one on one, and Stephie could certainly take down one.

( Fighty bam )

Stephie-- Fight. Micheals, Imogen, etc.

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Stephie was on her way back to the janitor's storeroom a couple of minutes before the end of the lunch break. She'd had lunch with Maureen, who turned out to be pretty friendly and funny once you convinsed her that you actaully wanted to hear what she had to say. Stephie was feeling quite proud of herself; she was discoving that she liked pulling people out of their shells.

It hadn't been such a bad day, today, although her brain wanted to brood on the subject of Jude. She wouldn't let it, Jude could damn well worry about herself, at least until she actually came to Stephie and told her what was going on. Till she had some kind of contact with the missing girl, Stephie refused to care. It was harder than it sounded.


"Hey, sweetheart." Someone called out from in front of her, and a couple of boys peeled themselves off the wall where they'd been leaning. The shorter one she recognised as the ring leader of the pack of fifteen year olds that'd been making hooting noices at her whenever she walked past. The taller one looked older, though, definitely a senior. "Hey, don't you dare just walk past us," he said as she tried to ignore them. She looked at them, completely unphased, and turned to walk back the other way but there were three more seniors behind her. Stephie folded her arms.

"You know what I like about being this height? It's perfect groin crunching height, and it's great for uppercutting ridiculously tall idiots."

"I don't like the mouth on you, jailbait."

"And I don't like that zit that's about to explode on your lip either." Stephie shot back. "So we're even and you can let me get back to work."

The taller guy stepped forward, looming over her. Stephie met his eyes, having to telt her head back somewhat to do so. "Alright then, back to work you go. It's good to find a chick who knows her place in the world."

She would have quite happily walked away before that. "Listen, you sexist jerk-" she was cut off as he shoved her up against the wall.

"No one talks to me like that, bitch- Arrh!" and he was cut off when she slammed her foot down on his toes. His grip tightened on both her forarms.

"That bruise'll make an interesting photo." Stephie commented, trying to keep her cool and hoping she wasn't failing too badly. He narrowed his eyes.

"What do you mean?"

"For evidence, you know." She smiled. He sneered at her.

"And you'd know all about that, wouldn't you?"

Stephie beamed. "Yup. So I'd suggest that you stay out of my way from now on, else the next part of you my foot'll meet will be your nuts and I'm sure there's plenty of little boys that'd be upset about that." She knew as soon as she'd said it that she'd gone too far, and had time enough to snap her head out of the way when his fist came rushing towards her face. She twisted out of his grip and tried to duck between a couple of the other boys who were fencing her in. By now the end of lunch bell had rung and most people were filtering back into the buildings- a handful or so, however, started to gather round, chanting the old high school mantra of "Fight! Fight! Fight!"

Stephie brushed herself off and smiled at the crowd. They'd done her a favour. At least, by making their demands, high school code of 'honour' dictated that they fight one on one, and Stephie could certainly take down one.

( Fighty bam )

Renee / Kait - Aftermath - G

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Renee's senses still trembled at the violence of Deirdre's words. Her breath came raggedly as the frigid air assaulted her lungs. Only the vaguest thoughts of direction seemed to exist in her mind, but her feet knew what they were doing despite the cold that was even now beginning to turn them blue. She could barely see for the cold and the tears stinging her eyes. Were the tears freezing halfway down her face? It was hard to tell. How on earth did things go this far? What had she done to deserve this?

( Broken )

Renee / Kait - Aftermath - G

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Renee's senses still trembled at the violence of Deirdre's words. Her breath came raggedly as the frigid air assaulted her lungs. Only the vaguest thoughts of direction seemed to exist in her mind, but her feet knew what they were doing despite the cold that was even now beginning to turn them blue. She could barely see for the cold and the tears stinging her eyes. Were the tears freezing halfway down her face? It was hard to tell. How on earth did things go this far? What had she done to deserve this?

( Broken )