Mischevious Plots (Open)

[posey]

The sun had just started to set, and yet the park was already turning into a ghost town. Parents and babysitters had come round to pick up some of the younger children and take them home. There were still a few older 'tweens' hanging about the jungle gym area. Doing things that they were never ment to do, more than once she heard a ragged cough, as if someone couldn't quite choke down their puff on the passed around cigarette. None of that interested her, and she was quite content to be left to herself. Posey hadn't been able to track down any of her friends. But one could rest assure, the colorful young girl had no problem keeping herself busy. Digging the toes of her sneakers into the soft mulch/sand mix, she gives a bit of a push and gets the swing she's perched on to start gently swaying again. Flipping through the music on her player, she finds a song that fits her current mood, and goes back to writing in the notebook resting on her lap. And just like that, she was moving into her own world of plots and plans- now totally oblivious to the antics going on about her.

Candy Coated Jocks

Materials: Hard Candies
Target: Football Players
Location: Boys Locker Room

Step one, run the idea by someone trustworthy.
Step two, find a large stick- must be sturdy and durable.
Step three, wait for the team t...

Pausing in her preparations, she reaches into her pocket and pulls out her last cotton candy flavored lollipop. Twisting the paper off, she tucks that back into her pocket and plops the sucker into her mouth. Re-reading what she'd managed to write so far, making sure that she wasn't rushing too fast, and skipping any essential steps. If everything went well she would manage to give those football jocks a real ' sugar rush '.

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[Dominic Bryson West]

”Yous got to be a feckin’ Cyclopes or somethin’.” Dominic threw a hand expressively toward the ball that had just bounced off the kid’s chest. Despite his parents’ best efforts to have him drop his native Baltimore accent that he had picked up as a kid back home before moving to Hadley in eight grade, he just wasn’t having it. Unlike them he wasn’t ashamed of where he came from and if that meant he sound ignorant and uneducated because of the way that he talked, dropping off consonants and switching vowels then so be it. He didn’t have much reason to talk pretty and he doubted that he ever really would. It was just a part of who he was and people either came to accept that about him or they didn’t. This pick-up game of basketball had been going terribly and it had entirely everything to do with his supposed teammate for the game of two on two.

Just as the kid was about to bow up his chest and say something Dom cut him off by busting the basketball in his mouth making the kid’s head snap back violently. The other two on the opposing team looked on in shock not sure if they should step in or let things play its course. The kid was coughing and then spit out a stream of saliva and blood onto the court. Ninety percent of the time, when actions were used instead of just talking crap, people didn’t fight back. It was human nature generally to avoid confrontations. Dominic didn’t see any of that fight in the other boy’s eyes though and that was a disappointment to him. He was spoiling for a fight but that wasn’t how things would go down. After tossing around a few choice insults and still no provocation gained, the kid just standing there holding his hand to his mouth Dom shook his head and walked off.

Spotting a girl from school on the swings her plump lips around a lollipop. It made his boy parts leap a little. What could he say? She was smoking and well lets just say he wasn’t seeing a lollipop going into her mouth if you know what I mean? He didn’t have anything else to do and had some frustration to ease out of so his feet decided to lead him in her direction before Dominic himself had consciously made the choice. Plopping down in the swing next to hers he gave her a nod whether she had decided to look up at him or not. His gaze remained on her mouth for a few more seconds before traveling down her body and noticing the book on her lap. ”What you doin’?” Nosey, abrasive, cutting right through any pleasantries of small talk-it was just the way that he was.

[posey]

There was a moment of silence as one song changed over to the next, and during that time she managed to pick up another disturbance. This one was coming from the basketball court, and it sounded violent. Those bright blue eyes look up from her notebook, just in time to watch the basketball smash into the mouth of one of the boys playing. Even from her little perch a distance away she could see the blood- and had that been a tooth or two falling onto the asphalt? He just stood there, dazed and terrified but unwilling or unable to defend himself. That irritated her, she couldn't stand it when people didn't even try to stand up for themselves. So she quickly lost interest in the 'fight' and went back to writing in her notebook and swaying.

Posey had managed to get a bit farther in the plotting process when someone decides to come over and make himself at home. As she glances up towards him, she catches him looking at her mouth in a rather... strange... way. The young girl didn't have the first clue about the sort of thoughts going through his mind, or she may have responded a little differently- rather than just sitting there enjoying her lollipop and plotting devious antics. Perhaps she would have excused herself and fled back to the safety of her dorm room, who knows. His question first brings her shoulders into a roll, shrugging lightly.

" Declaring war on the football players. You finish collecting enough teeth for the evening? "

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[Dominic Bryson West]

Dominic didn’t really have any loyalties to the football team or any unspoken bond with the other jocks that suggested he needed to look out for them. If the scene on the court hadn’t been proof of that then he wasn’t really sure what would solidify the notion. He had always been one of those people that preferred to look out for himself. He didn’t even believe that it was possible for someone to be selfless because in one form or another you always ended up doing the things you did for yourself. What about a bona fided Saint? They did it all their charity work and good deeds because it made them feel good about themselves. It was a cynical way to look at the world in some people’s opinion but Dominic like to think of it as realism. That was just the kind of person that he was. For being as young as he was that sort of jaded outlook on life was probably a rarity and made him going against the social norms but he didn’t particularly care.

His gaze shifted back to the court where the other boys were checking up on the kid who’d just got a literal ‘in your face disgrace’. It wasn’t for showmanship or anything like that- just that Dominic had a poor impulse control and the fact that he was as flippant as he was about things he was completely uninhibited about that poor impulse control. It was making a bad situation worse, basically. Lifting a shoulder he couldn’t really tell what the rest of the evening would hold but it wasn’t like he was going to intentionally go out and see how many teeth he could knock out in one night collecting them like some kind of psycho for a hoodoo necklace or something like that. ”Don’t know. What kind of war are you declaring? Writing a strongly worded letter of grievance?” Sarcasm was a language that Dom knew well and used often.

[posey]

His question about the letter writing, gets the tip of her nose to crinkle, and she gives him a sideways glance. She could hear the sarcasm in his tone, it practically dripped off of each word. Still, it had been something to think about. Not that letters ever did anyone any good. They could be discarded at a moments notice, no matter how many were written and sent in. Of course, the girl could always have taken her complaints to one of the higher ups on the food chain. The football coach, or even the head administrators of the academy. Right. Like any of them would do anything to damage one of their "amazing" athletic programs. But especially not the football team, it won them too many awards, and brought in too many potential stars to hang upon their banner of reputation.

" Mmm, I'm not really sure what you would call it. Revenge, pay-back, standing my ground- refusing to back down. A warning against the next one who tries to toss me into the trash, or cram me into other small containers... And no, this isn't a letter- it's a plan of attack. I like to write them all down, and if something doesn't go right I can always come back to them later to see where I went wrong. Not the best idea to save them, if they're ever found I know. But they've got to find them first... I'll make sure that doesn't happen. "

Closing the notebook, she tucks the pen into it's little corner, and stores it all in her bag laying nearby. With her hands free now, she's able to take hold of the chains supporting her seat, and spin about so that she's able to study Dominic a bit more head on. He looked familiar, but it was taking the little clickers in her head forever to fall into place.

" Sporty... It'll come to me in a minute, I think. I know I've seen you before..."

Thinking back to the disturbance earlier, and his antics on the basketball court finally helped the last few bits to add up. It might have seemed painfully obvious from the start to most people- but she wasn't most people, and anyone could come into the park and play basketball. So she was rather tickled with herself for being able to figure the mystery of where she'd seen him before out.

" Right, the basketball team. You may want to avoid using the showers in the boys locker room tomorrow. "

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[Dominic Bryson West]

Right from the start, the moment that this girl had opened her mouth Dominic had suspected that she was a spunky kind of chick. He could respect that. It wouldn’t always win favor with him, especially if he was in one of his moods, but in general he tended to much prefer people that could stand up for themselves, stand their ground and even more so push back when the occasion called for it. That kid back on the courts- now he had been a punk if Dominic ever had saw one and he had seen a lot of those kinds of people in his short lifetime. It came with the lifestyle that he had lived before high school and his parents introduction to wealth- nothing like new money to show people just how superior they thought they were from the others that they had once been peers with. Dominic wasn’t for all that. She talked a lot- answered in lengthy breaths of speech when it could have been condensed. This was just his opinion of course but what could you really expect from a kid like him.

Considering where he grew up and how it was all about saving your time because talk was cheap and on top of that time consuming. It was all about getting things done and over with and Dominic’s own personal flare was that he usually liked to keep that short and simple way of talking accompanied by a shock effect. People were in awe of some of the things that came out of his mouth and not in the good way either. It had surprised a lot of people over the years that someone with such a foul mouth could have so many profound thoughts roaming around in his mind but Dom never paid them any attention living by the rule of being yourself and F everyone else around you. He had shoved some people into lockers before though tended to steer clear of dumping them in the garbage. That was a waste of perfectly good clothes and the thriftiness in him wasn’t fond of ruining useable clothes.

Dominic waited out her figuring giving her a small nod as it came to her. ”That’s right.” His brow did furrow though at the mention of the boys locker room. Football season for high school was over now and had been since November so getting the team all together did prove a slight challenge if they were the only target. However, it wasn’t really his concern. If this girl wanted to have collateral damage of other boys in school then she could carry on with her plan without so much as a word from him about the flaw in it. He would just be sure to stay out of the locker room tomorrow, which wasn’t really any skin off of his nose. Those guys tended to act like fools snapping each other in the ass with towels…it just wasn’t something that he found amusing in the least. ”Sure thing. What are you planning on doing to the locker room though? Color me curious, Dollface.”

[posey]

Posey never knew which school sport was active or in season, because she didn't go to any of the games... or really care. And the football team always seemed to be together, it was like a huge clique, so she just assumed that the season never ended. Of course this would ruin her plans, whenever she figured it out. While she could be a spiteful little pixie, that didn't mean she liked to play tricks on just anyone- and she would feel bad if good people managed to fall into her little trap. On the other hand, she never did anything that was too dangerous either, so even if it did manage to wind up being the wrong people at least no one would get hurt... hopefully.

" Mmm... it's kind of silly I guess. "

Now she was feeling a little nervous, while she had always wanted to run her plans by someone first- she never had. There had never been anyone around that wanted to hear about them. And this wasn't one of her greatest master pieces, as if any of them ever were. But it was different, fun, and would make a mess of things. Shifting about on her swing, she gives it another little nudge. Just trying to kill a few more seconds before opening her mouth again. She could come off looking like a total idiot in the next few seconds.

" I'm going to sneak into the boys locker room, and take off the shower heads- fill them up with hard candies and then put them back on. So that when the guys go in to take their showers, they'll get a nice candy coating of sugar water. They won't even notice it, until they start to dry off and get all sticky and creaky. "

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[Dominic Bryson West]

Dominic couldn’t really make any judgments as to whether whatever she might have planned was really silly or not. The girl might not have looked like much but that didn’t mean anything. The mind was far too complex a thing to look at a person’s outward appearance and come to some pre-mature conclusion that there was nothing more to offered than a pretty face. She did have nice features, which Dominic had taken the appropriate amount of time to admire when he’d first come up and throughout their so far brief conversation had been unabashedly taking glances still. The girl didn’t seem to mind or else she just didn’t notice. Either way Dom wasn’t shy about it and yes, he was being completely objectifying.

Leaning back a little bit, hands wrapped around the cold metal of the chains, he waited, patiently, for her to tell him what was up. If she wasn’t in the mood to share her devious plans with him then so be it. Dominic was only killing some time before his stomach would start to grumble indicating it was time to grab some grub for dinner and she had been the only thing around that had seemed worth his time at the moment. He was pretty sure it had been her hair that had drew his attention and his curiosity to see what might lay underneath the surface. Dominic wasn’t a friendly guy by any means, he was so rough around the edges you were likely to get cut, but he wasn’t anti-social.

As she went on, finally, to tell him what she had planned he couldn’t help but to chuckle. It was a juvenile thing to do but he could respect it. The boys wouldn’t understand what the problem was and it would be more of a hassle than it would be harmful. It wasn’t the approach that Dom would have taken, which was obvious considering what she had apparently witnessed back on the court. Whenever Dominic was in the mood for some revenge it was typically harmful. He liked tagging things too so he was also destructive he supposed. ”That’s ingenious.” Another small sound of amusement came in the back of his throat as Dominic shook his head. ”What’s your name?”

[posey]

Posey grew a little nervous when he laughed, she wasn't sure at first what sort of laugh it was going to be. Not that she should have really cared one way or the other what his opinion of her little plot was... but she had only been in Hadley for a few days now, and making any sort of civil contact with other life forms was more difficult here. She was by no means popular at her last school, but she had been 'adopted' in a way by a group of older students who seemed to always view her as the baby of the group they had to watch out for and protect. So to go from that, to being completely alone- it was different- but she wasn't about to admit that she was feeling even the smallest bit lonely.

All the nerves riling up on edge seemed to be in vain though. The laugh didn't seem all that malicious, and it wasn't entirely a bad sound. Taking her hands away from the support chains, she grabs a glittery tie from her wrist, and uses it to pull her brightly colored hair back into a messy ponytail before giving a short nod. The mental images of the confused football players really tickled her. She could even imagine a few of them going back into the showers again to wash off- thinking maybe the sticky substance had been on their towel or something.

" Thank you, I'm glad it amuses you... Posey, yours? "

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[Dominic Bryson West]

When it came to amusing him it was actually easy to do. Dominic thought that the majority of things in life were ridiculously sad and he tended to scoff at them in his superiority. Was he a megalomaniac thinking he was better than everyone else? Not exactly because he was also plainly aware that there were people out there that were better at him than a lot of things. However, Dom was perfectly content in his belief that he was of much sounder mind than the majority of earth’s population. Common sense was something that was fast dwindling with the newer generations who seemed to follow the crowd, endorsements of celebrities for what they did and liked and had very little by way of individual thoughts- society was such a group tank.

He doubted that Posey really had set out aiming to amuse anyone but herself, let alone him who she had just met but Dominic didn’t question it. She could be sarcastic or use whatever formality she pleased. He gave her a nod, something like that of a delayed greeting. ”Dominic.” He knew that he was never one to make the best first impressions and that was just as well. Wasn’t it better to let people know what they were dealing with right off the bat so there wouldn’t be any confusion later? The only way that Dom was ever going to be sugar coated about anything was if he stepped under that shower himself and made it literal. ”So this is what you do with your time? Pick on jocks?” His choice of words was intentionally off base, using a very skewed viewpoint wanting to see how she reacted. Posey had said that the football team had wronged her so he was just pointing out that she wasn’t taking the high road. Really he could care less about the morality of the situation, he just was doing what he usually did and pressing buttons- seeing how she ticked.

[posey]

Shifting about on the swing, her lips curl into a small frown as she thinks about what he asked. Of course Jocks weren't the only people that she played tricks on. They were some of the more fun though, their reactions were priceless- because who dare mess with any of the untouchables. Then there were the pranks that she never knew who they were going to affect... Perhaps she had a problem, one that required a few therapy sessions. But it was all harmless fun, and so long as no one was getting hurt- was it really bad? She'd asked herself those questions before, she had even tried to take a break on her little 'adventures', it never lasted very long she'd get bored and go right back to it again. It had gotten worse since the 'accident', but she'd never admit that to anyone.

" Not all of my time, no. There are plenty of other things that I like to do too. "

It was true enough, she had hobbies and enjoyed doing some other things. None of them were as important to her as her dream. Everyone had a dream didn't they? They didn't all have to be big or flashy dreams. The bright lights of New York, to preform on a Broadway stage. Yes, as crazy as it would seem for someone like Posey, her biggest dream was to preform in Broadway Musicals. She'd taken courses in singing and dancing... It was fun, and it made her insanely happy. Then there was the 'accident', it was gone. Pushing herself up from the swing, she stretches a bit and glances back towards him, tossing her spent lollipop stick into the nearby trash bin.

" Do you spend all your spare time dominating other people in one sense or another? "

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[Dominic Bryson West]

It was unlikely that a person could spend all their time only doing one thing. In fact he was sure that it would be impossible too. Getting into the details as to how it wasn’t a likely scenario though was something better left to race through his mind. No one really wanted to be lectured on things. Dominic was one of those silently great thinkers. It was hidden underneath the surface though rarely speaking up in class unless it was to be an ass about one of the issues being discussed or if he genuinely had a question on something that he didn’t understand but other than that he tended to be that kid in class who seemed like his mind was always else where. To be honest, the majority of the time it was. Dom wasn’t all that interested in what was being taught in schools. He believed that they were grooming opinions more than they were allowing students to be free thinkers and expand their minds. That might have just been his cynicism at work but regardless of the underlying cause, it was how he felt so tended not to listen to the dribble that came out of others people’s mouths and if he did, took it with one big, fat grain of salt.

A smile quirked his lips and he gave her a nod. ”Yes, generally.” Domination was something that he did rather enjoy. It was in almost every aspect of what all he did, even in subtle ways. Physically, Dom was a brute. He did more pushing around than he should have been doing and his aggression level peaked as, quite possibly, the highest in Hadley. Mentally, he liked playing mind games and always keeping the upper hand in conversations. Dominic would twist people’s words, make them use their minds to try and unravel from whatever tangled web he’d wrapped them up in. But emotionally, he was prone to leaving that alone. Dom had never been very good with his own emotions and didn’t deal with them in the least so dominating over other people wasn’t a skill that he possessed at that point in his life. ”Maybe I’ll show you some time.”

[posey]

There wasn't a moments hesitation in his response, she wasn't sure if this really surprised her or not. He was proving to be interesting though, not like most of the other school jocks she had run into over the past few days. He didn't fit into the flock like the others, most people knew where they belonged in the school spectrum. Some fought to keep themselves there, doing whatever they had to do to stay at the top of the food chain. Others were content to hang around at the bottom, even the nerds at the school seemed to realize they had their place and they stayed there. It wasn't very often that one of them tried to go outside of the standards- and once they did, it usually resulted in something terrible happening. Posey had never given too much thought to her own place, she was far from the top but she wasn't quite in the basement either. She was just... there... Dominic had too many different sides, while one part might fit- the next would take an unexpected twist or kink and refused to go in with the rest of it. She found it curious.

" Maybe you could try. "

Posey wasn't entirely sure how he had meant those words. Most of them seemed to sound like one thing but meant quite another. It gave her something to think about, which she could appreciate. And she wasn't the sort to ever back down from any sort of challenge- it had a slight feel of one. Trouble, of any sort- the girl seemed to jump into in head first whether it was without realizing, or simply from a lack of caring she couldn't be sure. There was a lot in the world that Posey didn't understand, and sadly she found herself to be one of those enigmas that still eluded her. They said it was normal for teenagers to have to 'find' themselves, but as time went on she started to wonder what it was she would find. What if she didn't like it, hell what if she just simply never found it. Shaking the thoughts from her head, she glances away from Dominic and back out towards the rest of the park. Just about everyone was gone now, and it was getting dark.

" Food... Yes, I'm hungry. I think I'm going to walk to Taco Bell now. "

[Dominic Bryson West]

Not many people could figure him out and that was just as well because Dominic didn’t have any desire to be on someone’s slicing table dissected to see what made him tick. It was both hypocritical and contradictory of him because Dominic was constantly doing just that to other people. The thing about it though and possibly something else that made him so hard to peg was that he didn’t care that he was either of those things. If someone were to call him out on it he wouldn’t have gotten defensive about it. Dominic had a way of accepting everything about himself and others without being burdened by obligations of the masses. He wouldn’t feel bad or guilty that he was being a hypocrite, he wouldn’t let that hold him back or influence him to change in any way. Truth was everyone was a hypocrite about one thing or other. It was human nature.

By all intents it would have seemed that Posey was interested in seeing what exactly it was that he meant by his statement. With Dom though you had to be careful. He was bad news and he wasn’t talking about that ridiculous bad boy stereotype that so many boys gloated about. Truth was anyone that said they were a bad boy were typical kittens underneath it all. Girls liked them because they seemed hard but really they just wanted to get to that soft and gooey center that they were hiding. Dominic on the other hand, he was just a terrible person, he was hard and unyielding about the person he was. What you saw was what you got with Dom there wasn’t any underlying nice guy hidden beneath the surface that the right person could call out. If he had something nice to say or do, which did happen on occasion, he didn’t hide it or mask it with anything. Dominic was raw. ”Bring me back a taco.”

[posey]

Hefting up her bag from the group, she slips the straps over her shoulders and gets them adjusted before turning back towards him. As exciting as the evening had been- she really was getting hungry. She hadn't eaten anything 'real' since yesterday. The young girl wasn't on any sort of crazy diet or anything like that- she'd simply forgotten. It happened sometimes, but Posey knew that she could not live on candy alone, her belly reminded her of that more than once. It was doing that now, she could almost feel it rumbling like it was verbally scolding her for not giving it something more filling. Sighing she lets her head shake to and fro softly.

" Nah, I don't feel like playing waitress tonight. I'll buy you a taco, but you'll have to eventually go fetch it yourself. It's getting late, and I need to get back to the dorms to finish up my homework. It's a straight shot from there. It's been... interesting... talking to you though. "

And she was off, she really didn't expect that he'd come with her. She figured the brief conversation they had, had been enough for him. Though she couldn't help but wonder if the next time they ran into one another she wouldn't see a meaner side. Well- so long as she wasn't on the other side of a basketball bomb, things couldn't go too badly. Reaching into her pocket she pulls out a small blue glow stick, breaking it and giving it a shake until it glows nice and bright, she starts to play with it- twirling it along her fingers like a baton as she walks. Not that it was really all that dark yet, and she was bright enough with her hair and clothes that she seriously doubted anyone could use the ' I didn't see you excuse ' but it was better to be safe than sorry- and it was fun to play with.