Over Them [Kat]

[braden michael andrews]

Braden walked down the hall. He had just finished one class for the day. It was a miracle he even went to the class in the first place. He wasn't sure why he felt scholarly and shit. Or... he didn't, he just randomly decided to actually show up for a class. Maybe because there was a test that day that the teacher told him he would fail the class if he didn't take. Yeah... that was it. Oh well. It was only an hour or so out of his time. He just knew he had to do something like get high or drunk as fast as possible because he was dying without something in his blood stream.

He was walking when he tripped. He wasn't sure how. He thought maybe being a werewolf would give him a little more agility, but he guessed not. He pushed himself up off the ground and looked to where he had dropped his backpack. It was open a little. Enough for a few pencils to fall out, a cigarette pack that only had joints in it, and a bottle of tequilla. Why was he not suspended for what he brought to classes, he wasn't sure. He groaned slightly and moved to pick them up and put everything back in his backpack. This was why he didn't go to class and why he was always high.

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Notes[/b] ------------ asdfghjkl
Tagged[/b] ------------ Katttt~
Song[/b] ------------Smile by McFly[/center]

[katrina narissa wilcott]

Okay, so this was a compete and utter master plan. Seriously, Katrina was a fucking genius for coming up with it. No one was going to suspect that she was missing from class if she used the halls to get from place to place between classes. Then, people would actually think that she was going to class, when really, she spend her days just hanging upside down off of a tree branch, or smoking under the bleachers in the gym. Never by herself, though; she always got some poor passer-by to come with her, just so that she wasn't alone. She was pretty sure she was Satan, but oh well. Hell sounded fun.

So she'd decided to dress a little 'out there' for school today. It wasn't anything that bad - she could have gone so much sluttier if she'd wanted. A pair of extremely short, tight shorts showed off her long, tanned legs, and a small tie up shirt stopped at just above her hips, displaying the brown skin underneath. Seriously, not that bad. Could have been a lot worse, we'll just face that fact now. Even if it did earn her several turning heads, this was nothing. Her objective was to blend in, but that didn't mean that she couldn't look good while doing it. She would be out of here and into "class" soon.

At least, that was what she thought. That was before she saw a person who was walking in the opposite direction to her trip over. A boy, maybe a little older than herself, but that hardly mattered. What had mattered was the fact he'd dropped a backpack that he was carrying, which promptly spilled its contents. Whether he'd want help picking the stuff that'd fallen out back up. she didn't know, but that didn't mean she couldn't try, right? She could laugh about it at the same time if she wanted, so that was an added bonus. Besides, she'd been here for a week. She could have done with a few new friends.

Laughing lightly, she made her way over to the poor lad, with a spring in her step and her brown curls bouncing around her shoulders. "Here, let me," she giggled, dropping down to his level and helping him gather up the stuff. Which turned out to be pencils, a cigarette packet (in which she spied a few joints) and a couple of bottles of... was that tequila? She liked him. She hadn't really officially spoken to him yet, either, and she already liked him. Anyone that carried alcohol and drugs around with them was instantly in the witch's good books.

"Holy shit!" she said, her grin widening as she carefully pushed the bottle back into its place in the guy's backpack. "Whatever party it is that you're going to, can I come? Class isn't appealing to me." And then she remembered that, duh, she was asking to go to a party with someone who she didn't know! That was easily fixed! "Name's Katrina, by the way," she told him proudly, sticking her hand out for him to shake. "But you can just call me Kat or Trina, 'cos they're easier to say."

Outfit: Clicky!
Tagged: Braaay!
Notes: ehdrftyhuj
Lyrics: Please Don't Say You Love Me by Gabrielle Aplin

[braden michael andrews]

He looked up at the girl when she told him she would help. He didn't recognize her from anywhere, actually. Which he supposed wasn't too surprising since he kind of kept to himself and the pirates. With the exception of Piratettes of course. They were almost like pirates. Almost. He had to admit, he was a bit scared when the girl saw what he had in his backpack, but the worry disappeared when she asked where the party was. She was already cool with Smokes. He gave her a wide smile. "No party. I just kind of always have that kind of stuff in my bag."

[/b] Braden told her, accepting her hand without much thought.

She was gorgeous. He could tell that almost immediately. Her hair was a pretty shade and it just brought attention to her eyes. He could definitely learn to like this chick. He was always looking for people to stand next to him that was of equal good looks. Adam just wasn't working anymore. "I'm Braden. But you can call me whatever you like."[/b] He joked with her, still smiling.

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Notes[/b] ------------ asdfghjkl
Tagged[/b] ------------ Katttt~
Song[/b] ------------Smile by McFly[/center]

[katrina narissa wilcott]

She wasn't exactly expecting to have to help out someone today, really, because she was too busy being a "bad girl" (the thought of that made her both internally snicker and cringe) by skipping class. She was supposed to be Satan, was supposed to be going to hell. But, judging by the contents of this guy's backpack, it was possible that she could got to hell just for helping him out. She should have been going to tell the headmistress or something. But Kat wasn't a taddler. And, anyway, where was the fun in that? Drugs and Alcohol were a lot better than getting some kid whom she didn't even know the name of into trouble for it.

She managed to bite back a laugh at the boy's slight fear at her seeing what he had with him. Psch, as if it even mattered. Who exactly was going to care that one or two kids at the place drank or got high? That was just what kids did! She did it all the time. Well, not all the time, just when she had nothing better to do. But still, that wasn't the point! The point was that she didn't think it a very big deal, so whatever! Let him do what he wanted - last she checked, England was still a free country. So who was she - heck, who was anyone - to look down on him for it?

The witch couldn't help but feel a little disappointed at the fact that there was no party going on. But, hey, that didn't matter! This guy was carrying around enough to make his own party! "Y'sure?" she snickered lightly, pushing her thick, curly hair behind one ear. "I mean, you have enough in there to start a party, at least! That sounds a lot more fun than whichever class you just came from." Assuming that he'd actually gone to class, that is. She went to class when she really had to, or when it was a class that she liked, but never at any other time.

She'd never met a Braden before. The name suited him, actually. She didn't know what it was - the boy was just suited to it. Maybe it was his face. He had a very nice face. A very nice... rest of him, too, now that she came to think about it. She gave him an easy grin, laughing at him as he joked with her. "So I could even call you Sexy, and you wouldn't care?" she responded almost instantly, with a flirtatious wink. She couldn't help that; he'd walked straight into that one. Because, well, it was the truth. He seemed fun enough to take it in the right way, too. Which made Katrina's job a little easier.

Outfit: Clicky!
Tagged: Braaay!
Notes: ehdrftyhuj
Lyrics: Please Don't Say You Love Me by Gabrielle Aplin

[braden michael andrews]

Braden liked the fact that he could always start a party because he liked parties. He was the supplier of the weed, the cigarettes, booze, a lot of things and he liked that. He needed to have things on him at all times because he never knew what kind of stuff he was in the mood to be under the influence. "Hang 'round me more, and you'll learn that's just something I do. I have drugs. And booze. And definitely smokes."

[/b] Braden told her because that was the truth. The pirates already knew he did of course. He offered Adam a smoke whenever he grabbed one himself. Which was almost every minute.


Sexy? Braden was pretty sure he could get used to that nickname. He was, afterall, the sexiest person at the school. "You can definitely call me sexy. I am, so I wouldn't mind in the slightest."[/b] He smiled as she winked. He was definitely beginning to like this girl. She would have to become close to him and the pirates. It was a must. "Hey, since you seem to like my backpack. Wanna light up with me?"[/b]

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Notes[/b] ------------ asdfghjkl
Tagged[/b] ------------ Katttt~
Song[/b] ------------Smile by McFly[/center]

[katrina narissa wilcott]

Katrina liked this boy. She liked him a lot, she couldn't deny that. Anyone who carried around drugs and booze in a backpack in a school (full of species with enhanced senses that could smell all of it, mind you) was instantly one of her heroes. She didn't understand the science of not getting caught. Punishment wasn't fun, but whatever it wpuld be that she aould often do, it would be so very worth the trouble. Clearly. A little fun was worth a few setbacks. It was just life's little way of letting you know who's in charge, and that it wasn't you.

"Ooh, careful what you wish for." she teased lightly, with a grin set on her face. "I might just have to hold you to that." She'd been told that she was an annoying person - by her father, by her teachers. It would have been okay if she was ditched because of that - anyone who didn't want her time just wasn't worthy of her time. That was how she looked at it. If she'd have viewed it any other way, she would only have upset herself. And thay was no fun, no, not ever.

What was fun, though, was what the man was offering to her. It'd been too long, too long, since she'd last been drunk or high. She liked the feeling of not being nearly as aware of the things around you thay came with being under the influence, as her father always called it. Looking at her now, you would never thonk that drugs had been a taboo in her house whilst she was growing up. "That sounds good to me!" she laughed, with a light tone to her voice. She missed doing this. The very prospect of being able to relax made Kat very, very happy indeed. Even if it was with a complete stranger.

Outfit: Clicky!
Tagged: Braaay!
Notes: ehdrftyhuj
Lyrics: Please Don't Say You Love Me by Gabrielle Aplin