Some Princes Don't Become Kings
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Post by Melody Newton on Sept 5, 2020 8:32:31 GMT
Eclipse All my childhood heroes have fallen off or died | Shrugging, Melody glances around the corner of the building, before starting to walk in the direction of the Headmaster's house. It was a not unimpressive building situated a little way from the main school buildings. Just as fresh as the rest of the school's architecture, it was obviously a major perk of the job.
"Come on then. You're probably right, and I bet no one is home right now anyway."
She started walking across the grass, they'd have to go around the school building's to get the Headmaster's house, which meant they'd also have to avoid being spotted through classroom windows. Not every classroom in the building was full yet, EMBA was still recruiting, still growing, but there were enough that it would mean crossing from one end of the campus to the other wouldn't be a completely easy experience. Although it would probably be much easier with Madison's ability involved.
"I didn't even know there was a barn, I guess it must be left over from whatever farm this place used to be. I wonder if there's other stuff like that around here somewhere?"
Melody picked up the pace a little as she realised what time it was. "Come on, before classes end or someone will see us."
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Sept 1, 2020 20:03:34 GMT
Post by Melody Newton on Sept 1, 2020 20:03:34 GMT
Eclipse All my childhood heroes have fallen off or died | Melody's eyes widen as the girl's skin changes before her. Now that she's closer she realises that it's not just a simple skin condition. The girls skin seems to be changing into something that looks like bark, and it's shifting and changing over a matter of seconds.
She'd thought her own physical side effects were bad and her voice is hushed. "Fuck."
Shaking her head sympathetically, Melody responds. "You really drew the short straw on the power side effects..."
Melody has some experience of that herself, and is very sensitive about the shifting colour of her eyes that betrays her unnatural abilities. Even so, it's not as potentially embarrassing as what she's seeing before her. Every teen fears their skin breaking out, but she doubts anyone has been afraid that they might be turning into a tree.
She leans in a little to inspect the strange patches on the girl's skin, showing almost no concern for how it might make the other girl feel. The light in her eyes seems to fade slightly, in time with the reduction in her hostility.
There is no apology forthcoming as she steps back, but there is very little other reaction either. No pity or disgust, just a faint glimmer of empathy. "You're not late. No teacher yet, that's all."
She glances back at the piano, strangely wistfully. "So how'd they rope you into this?"
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Aug 31, 2020 10:47:58 GMT
Post by Melody Newton on Aug 31, 2020 10:47:58 GMT
Eclipse All my childhood heroes have fallen off or died | Pausing for a moment as he clears his throat, Melody only hesitates for a moment before her fingers close on the small plastic cylinder. It rattles reassuringly as she picks it up. Popping open the lid, she tips two into her palm. There's a glass of water on the table where the pills had been, it looks untouched and she uses it to help her swallow the medication. It won't kick in immediately, she knows this, but even so she feels the tingle recede a little.
To her surprise her father does not launch into a lecture about remembering to take them yesterday. It takes the wind out of her sails, she'd been ready for a row. Off balance, she drops her eyes awkwardly as they shift to silver. "Yeah... Sorry..."
She takes a half step forwards, feeling an unusual urge to hug her father for a moment, before he speaks again and reality begins to reassert itself. His tone is throwing her, he's always been controlled, but normally her rebellion at least earns a disapproving lecture, though he never raises his voice. Sometimes she dearly wishes he would raise his voice.
The scent of French toast is still heavy in the air and her stomach growls. There's no way she can pretend she's not hungry. "Thanks."
Then of course, the pamphlets. There were always more pamphlets. Pamphlets from school about puberty, about managing her anger, about safe sex, about the dangers of drugs. Pamphlets from her father about much the same topics.
Melody pushes the bottle of pills into the pocket of her sweats, finding the faint pressure against her legs oddly comforting and familiar. Scowling, she flicks her eyes back up to her fathers. "I don't need a therapist. I'm fine."
But she doesn't want to go back to school. Or see her friends. Or really do anything much other than stay in bed and then hug her father. Melody doesn't move.
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Aug 31, 2020 10:02:14 GMT
Post by Melody Newton on Aug 31, 2020 10:02:14 GMT
Eclipse All my childhood heroes have fallen off or died | The one responsible for the interruption looks even more guilty than Melody. The girl is shorter than Melody, but still looks to be a year or two older. Though slim, she doesn't quite have the slightly gangly look that Melody seems to have acquired through her growth spurts and is desperately eager to grow out of.
Still looking awkward, Melody stands and moves away from the piano as she's been caught doing something shameful. As she does so she continues looking at the girl who has entered the room. She's new. Melody certainly doesn't know everyone in the Evergreen Metahuman Boarding Academy, but she's been here long enough to at least know if she hasn't seen someone before.
It's only during this inspection that Melody notices the light brown patches on her neck and forehead. She can't make out what they are, but they don't look like something that should be there. Some sort of skin condition maybe? To be a metahuman and have a visible skin condition like that, some people just had no luck.
Melody shrugs, trying to give the impression that she's not bothered by someone walking in on her while she's playing the piano, despite all evidence to the contrary. "You're not disturbing me."
Sure, that was totally believable.
She takes a step closer to the other girl, fiddling with the overlong and chewed sleeve of her hoodie with the same hand. The other in her pocket. Her slightly sharp features grow a little suspicious and the amber in her eyes glints unnaturally. "You're new right?"
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Aug 27, 2020 18:30:21 GMT
Post by Melody Newton on Aug 27, 2020 18:30:21 GMT
Eclipse All my childhood heroes have fallen off or died | The baby grand piano sits on it's own in the middle of the room. There are several music stands stacked in one corner, while a bookshelf holds ranks of neatly ordered folders. Against the opposite wall are several large racks, containing a selection of instruments ranging from cellos to bassoons and just about everything in between. The floor to ceiling windows let in a good deal of natural light, reflecting of the polished floor.
The teacher of music here at EMBA clearly keeps the room spotless. Love and care has gone into this room.
Melody stares at the baby grand with some hostility. It's almost identical to the baby grand her father keeps in the front room, a baby grand that has now gone more than a year without being played. Her father still keeps it as spotless as the one here at EMBA though.
Stepping quietly into the room, she glances around, tearing her gaze away from the piano. It's still empty, obviously she's early, which she had not intended. She crosses the room to the piano, stepping carefully around the matching piano stool and sitting. It's not locked, and she lifts the lid from the keys with only a little effort.
Tracing her fingers across the keys, she presses one, then another. It's perfectly in tune, and before she realises it music is pouring forth from the keys. It's halting, lacking confidence, it's clear that she hasn't played in a long time, but with each new note that is played she grows in confidence as the skill begins to return.
Then she hears footsteps at the door. The slam of the lid echoes through the room as she turns, looking guilty.
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Aug 13, 2020 17:20:12 GMT
Post by Melody Newton on Aug 13, 2020 17:20:12 GMT
Eclipse All my childhood heroes have fallen off or died | The world came slowly into focus as Melody rolled over and realised that the light beating insistently through her eyelids was in fact the sun streaming in between her open curtains. In defiance of mother nature, she rolled away from the window, burying her face in the duvet in a pathetic attempt to escape the sun.
Her room was a mess, she hasn't properly unpacked and clothes are strewn across the floor. An open suitcase lies in a corner of the room, clothes piled haphazardly within it. Her laptop sat, half open, on her bed its screen was dark, but an unintentional nudge woke the device up, revealing Netflix asking if she was still there. It had asked the same question every morning for the last three days. Her phone was similarly buried in the nest of duvet that she has constructed for herself, though that is rather more effective at rousing her.
It pinged loudly and she scrabbled groggily about in the bed clothes until her fingers met the cool glass surface of the device. She raised it to her face, eyes slitted against the insistent morning sun. Those same eyes roll as she realised that the notification had simply been the phone informing her that it's battery was running low, not a message from a friend.
It took her another fifteen minutes to drag herself out of bed and plug her phone into the charger across the room. Stretching, she felt a familiar, but distinctly unwelcome, tingling at the tips of her fingers. The Staten Island ferry attack has done more than mess with her sleeping pattern, it's destroyed many of the other routines in her life, not least her school one. More importantly, she's not taken her pills in over a day.
She dropped down beside her suitcase and began pulling out clothes, tossing them into an equally messy pile behind her. Eventually she managed to ferret out the small bottle of pills the school nurse had prepared for the trip and given to one of the teachers. As at school, she wasn't trusted to look after her own medication. They'd only handed them over when she was about to catch a flight home. She shook the bottle, which resolutely failed to rattle.
She didn't bother searching elsewhere in her room, pushing the door open and rubbing the sleep from her eyes as she padded down. Dressed in sweats and a t-shirt, she looked exactly as if she has just woken up, which of course she had. She paused halfway down the stairs, still unable to see into the kitchen.
Of course her father would be awake, but would he still be working from home? He had been since she'd gotten back, an unfamiliar gesture of concern that had wrong-footed her when she'd awoken the first day and realised he was still in the house.
The faint scent of cinnamon and nutmeg wafting up the stairs confirmed her suspicions. French toast. She'd loved french toast since she was a little girl, there was a picture buried somewhere deep in the house of her in a high chair, wearing most of her first breakfast of french toast and with the kind of innocent smile only a baby covered in maple syrup can give.
Melvin hadn't made it for her in a long time, but now this was the fourth time in as many days. Her jaw tightened a little, and she felt her eyes moisten. After the attack. She closed her eyes, then opened them rapidly again. It was strange how suddenly warm cinnamon could smell like singed flesh when her eyes were closed.
She was still hovering on the stairs, and she couldn't stay there forever. She could return to her room, but the spreading tingle in her fingers told her that would be a mistake. Besides, her father had probably already heard her on the stairs. He worked quietly, without music and without distraction. He would have recognised the creaks of her moving around in her bedroom and her attempts to descend the stairs silently. She was a little surprised that she wasn't being greeted by a lecture about the importance of rising early right about now.
Melody descended the rest of the way and entered the kitchen slowly. There were no pills visible, not that her father had ever kept medication in here anyway. The oven is on low, a plate covered with foil dimly visible behind the thick glass. A glass bottle of expensive maple syrup is stood on the counter, and she fantasised briefly about crossing to the room and hurling it onto the floor.
Instead she goes looking for her father.
It didn't take her long to find him, he his a man of routine after all, even if she has disturbed it with her unplanned return from the Evergreen Metahuman Boarding Academy. She knocked gently on the open door as she entered, though she wasn't entirely sure why. Instead of contemplating this her eyes were drawn to the small plastic bottle on the table beside him. Her pills.
She crossed the room, extending a hand to snatch up the bottle.
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Jul 12, 2020 18:05:08 GMT
Post by Melody Newton on Jul 12, 2020 18:05:08 GMT
Eclipse All my childhood heroes have fallen off or died | Melody maintained her unimpressed look, but really Madison still had her hooked, maybe not on him right now, but certainly on the idea of the bottles of liquor that Buckley was no doubt concealing in his house. She hadn't had any alcohol since she'd come to the Evergreen Metahuman Boarding Academy, and Madison had already proven good in offering her weed.
Unconsciously she patted her back pocket to check that the extra joints he had given her were still there. It wasn't as if they had gone far, but it was clear that getting more illicit substances to help her time here pass quicker was high on Melody's list of priorities. She took another drag on the joint before carefully dousing the end of it with a licked finger. They were fairly generous cylinders, and she certainly wasn't going to smoke the whole thing in one go, she'd have to ration it, especially if they got caught raiding Buckley's stocks.
Carefully placing the joint with the others, she had to admit to herself that Madison had a point. She hadn't exactly gone joyriding here, but the staff knew her well enough, and her record, to know that she was no angel. Maybe being with Madison might even soften any punishment that came her way if they got caught. Or make it worse, she'd probably be blamed for leading him astray. She sighed, it wasn't as if they could have much of a lower opinion of her.
"Fine... Lets do it..."
She pushes off the wall and takes a step towards her new partner in crime. She glances around, it's still light. "Shouldn't we wait till it's dark though?"
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Mar 26, 2020 17:43:39 GMT
Post by Melody Newton on Mar 26, 2020 17:43:39 GMT
Eclipse All my childhood heroes have fallen off or died | Madison seemed to recover from his freak out remarkably swiftly. Calming down and moving back to the topic they had been discussing before the arrival of the strange, red dressed boy. It was strange that he did so considering how panicked he had been, but Melody dismissed the thought as irrelevant. At least is was irrelevant if he didn't panic if they got caught stealing booze.
She frowned, "I don't know, you freaked out that much from one kid we didn't know showing up. What are you going to do if Buckley's wife is home when we're breaking into garage? I'm not sure I want to be doing something like this with someone that's going to lose their shit the moment they get caught."
After all, clearly Madison was accustomed to not being caught in nefarious positions. If they got caught stealing booze would he just immediately sell her out? Melody was no snitch, she didn't tell tales about her friends, or anyone in fact. She was no longer too sure about whether she could trust Madison to have the same schoolchild sense of honour. Snitching was one thing she would never do. She could only hope that the unwritten code of school students would bind Madison to that same law.
Taking a drag from the joint, she looked him up and down, clearly unimpressed. Slowly she blew out a cloud of the smoke, enjoying the gentle buzz that was starting to envelop her. She was quietly impressed by the joint, if not by Madison's lack of spine, not that she was a connoisseur but this was good shit. She took another drag, before finally asking what was on her mind. "I need to know that if we get caught you aren't going to snitch on me."
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Jan 19, 2020 10:57:34 GMT
Post by Melody Newton on Jan 19, 2020 10:57:34 GMT
Eclipse All my childhood heroes have fallen off or died | Confused, Melody carefully tucked away the small envelope. Nobody else seemed to have seen the plump, bearded individual, which was odd in such a crowded room. "It's nothing" she said hurriedly, make a visible point out of refocusing her attention onto the textbook in front of her.
True to form, Keke let the matter drop and moved on to something else. In this case it was the physics textbook. Looking up, Melody caught Maia's eye as Keke started stumbling over her words and backtracking. Well at least she wasn't the only one who found it difficult to behave normally around the popstar. The younger girl let Keke continue as she opened Maia's homework and begin to check the work with reference to her own textbook. The textbook in question was almost black with notes, with hardly an inch of space left in any of the borders.
It took her a few moments to see what had gone wrong, Melody flipped a few pages to cross-reference a formula, then circled something on Maia's work in pencil. "Here, this bit, you've messed up the equation, it should A equals, V minus U over T. But you've done U minus V, then divided the whole thing by T instead of just this half, you see?"
She pushed the work back across the table, "Try the whole question again like that and I bet it'll give something that sounds better."
Her own physics homework was crumpled up somewhere in the bottom of her bag. She had more of an interest in physics than a lot of her other subjects, but she wasn't going to go to the effort of actually handing in homework. That would totally defeat the point of cultivating the reputation she had of being a difficult and challenging student. Instead it had been scribbled into a notebook she kept for the purpose, one she had no intention of showing to the teachers.
Turning back to Keke, she said "How's that exercise going? Did you get it right this time?"
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Jan 16, 2020 20:10:13 GMT
Post by Melody Newton on Jan 16, 2020 20:10:13 GMT
Eclipse All my childhood heroes have fallen off or died | Melody, annoyingly, was on time. This may have been annoying to no-one but herself, but that did not disqualify the annoyance. She had intended to be late, as she always was. This was mostly in the hope that nobody would connect her with the nerdy event happening up on the hill, with a healthy dollop of hoping she'd have already missed most of it by the time she arrived. That hope was exceedingly short lived, and her embarrassment grew as she realised the black clad figure on the hill top was Kenzi.
She was dressed like some sort of fantasy assassin, with a pair of what looked like knives and an outfit that seemed to consist almost entirely of faux leather. It was at this point that Melody would have turned tail, but unfortunately it seemed she was the first to arrive. Without the camouflage of fellow students she wasn't quite sure what to do, eventually settling on trudging up the last few metres to the top of the hill.
She checked her phone, then waved an awkward hand at the other girl. "Hey. Guess I'm kinda early…"
She wasn't quite sure where to go from there. Sure, she'd met up with school friends outside of school time, but never for something like this. Usually it was weed, and on one memorable and unfortunate occasion it had been a joyride. Never was it something as nerdy or social suicide orientated as live action roleplaying. To make it even worse she seemed to have beaten everyone here except Kenzi, and she certainly hadn't wanted to be one of the first people would see when they came, if they came. She should have gone with the 'I overslept excuse'.
"So uh… are you expecting a lot of people…?" She let her voice trail off awkwardly.
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Post by Melody Newton on Jan 4, 2020 9:31:58 GMT
Eclipse All my childhood heroes have fallen off or died | Melody was almost more surprised by Madison's shock than she was by the arrival of the other student herself. She'd never seen the other boy look so discomforted. The boy in red meanwhile, had extended a silver wrapped box towards her. Taken aback, Melody slowly reached out and took the box. She jumped as he disappeared as swiftly as he had arrived, then turned to Madison.
He looked panicked, words tumbled out of his mouth. She widened her eyes, wondering how she could have misjudged him so badly, until she realised exactly what was freaking him out. His power hadn't worked…
Just how much of his confidence was as a result of his ability to always see trouble coming?
Then Madison drew her attention back to the box she had taken from the boy in red. She hadn't recognised him at all, was he even a student here? She inspected the box. It was square, wrapped incredibly neatly, and with red ribbon completing the shimmering silver wrapping. It definitely looked like it had been wrapped by someone who had used a ruler and blueprints to assist them. Either it had been wrapped by an elf, or a serious anal-retentive.
She ripped the wrapping open, discarding the ribbon and paper on the floor and opening the carefully packed box. There was a book inside. Pulling the book out, she dropped the box as well as she read the title. It was a self-help book.
"It's a book. I think this is a Christmas gift…"
It was the kind of thing her Dad would have gotten her. Except he would never have gone in for a secret Santa sort of arrangement. She stuffed it in her pocket.
"Look, whatever it is, chill the f*&k out. Whoever that was, he's not gonna tell anyone is he? Even if he did all he can do is say he saw some kids hanging around behind the science block. We just need to go somewhere else.
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Dec 28, 2019 11:55:57 GMT
Post by Melody Newton on Dec 28, 2019 11:55:57 GMT
Eclipse All my childhood heroes have fallen off or died | Melody was quick witted, but even she struggled to keep up with the headlong rush of words out of Kenzi's mouth. She wondered whether the girl hadn't been sent here because of her powers or any other problems, but just because her parents wanted some peace and quiet. It was becoming easier and easier to believe as Kenzi showed no sign of slowing down. If anything she was speeding up, as if she was accelerating. Maybe it took a while to get to her top speed. Melody could only hope she'd reached that already as she inserted a sentence into the path of the oncoming barrage.
"I guess I could come along and watch…"
She could always leave before anyone she knew saw that she was there, or even better, come up with some excuse closer to the time. No doubt she could, there was always homework due in, although that in itself wasn't much good, as anyone who knew her knew that she rarely bothered handing any in, let alone actually doing it. It was more about making a point than because she couldn't do it. After all, she was here against her will.
"I could try out something."
Show willing, then if she didn't show up Kenzi might at least think she'd been interested before whatever excuse she produced came up. Although come to think of it, her father probably wouldn't be too impressed if she spent her time at boarding school dressing up and playing with fake swords.
"Alright, fine, I'll try it. Once. That's the only promise I'm making."
They were nearly back at the class Melody was supposed to be in. "What class have you got?"
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Dec 22, 2019 10:36:15 GMT
Post by Melody Newton on Dec 22, 2019 10:36:15 GMT
Eclipse All my childhood heroes have fallen off or died | Melody's dad would have been fascinated with Kenzi's ability, but then he was fascinated by the abilities of most people. Still, Kenzi's was unusual, there weren't a lot of people with telepathic abilities at EMBA, and Melody seemed to know three of them. God knows how that had happened.
"That's pretty cool." And it had certainly worked effectively. Using it for pranks would also have occurred to Melody, though perhaps not with the same amount of frequency that they obviously appealed to Kenzi. "Glitter, right… Let me know when to avoid them."
She sat down awkwardly to untie the knot in her laces, before tying them normally. Being invited to LARP though, was not something she'd had in mind. "Isn't that the thing where nerds dress up as wizards and Vikings and things?"
There was a definite uncertainty in her voice. She was good friends with Keke, but wary of trying something so stereotypically nerdy. Melody made serious efforts to appear as if she didn't care what other people thought, but as is often the case, this was a result of her actual concern over other's opinions. The Evergreen Metahuman Boarding Academy might be a school for people with abilities, but that didn't make it any different from your average high school. They had cheerleaders, jocks, everything. Not that they could compete against other schools in sport. People thought it was unfair if your quarterback could throw the ball the length of a football field. It probably was.
That meant that social status was just as important here, maybe even more so, now that powers seemed to be factored into it. Melody, with her eyes, was different enough as it was. She didn't particularly want to join in with an activity like that which would paint a target on her back. On the other hand, she didn't want to just throw it back in this girl's face, she might have found out about her medication, but she'd promised not to tell regardless. "I uh… I dunno, I'm not really that into roleplay…"
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Dec 17, 2019 18:07:09 GMT
Post by Melody Newton on Dec 17, 2019 18:07:09 GMT
Eclipse All my childhood heroes have fallen off or died | Again the torrential assault of words. They spilled forth from the other girls mouth as though a dam had been opened. Melody was slightly surprised that she didn't get washed away by the flood. Maybe that was her power? A never ending rush of things to say. Silly though that would be.
"Yeah I know Keke."
Before she could get another word in edgeways though she was cut off again by the never ending pouring out of words. You'd need a crowbar to pry a hole in the conversation for any longer than a few seconds, unfortunately that wasn't part of Melody's abilities.
She was taken aback as Kenzi went up on tiptoe, coming too close and peering into her eyes. She didn't stop speaking though. Just kept going and going. Melody's jaw tightened at the reference to her changed appearance. It was something she was particularly sensitive of, no matter how often it was compliments rather than insults. From what her father had said actual physical changes as a result of abilities were relatively unlikely, though not uncommon. It was still a sore spot for the teen though.
Eventually Kenzi moved on to her own abilities, though the explanation was far from helpful. So unhelpful in fact, that it was boring, and Melody found the crack in the ceiling far more interesting than the explanation she was being given. Kenzi seemed to have gone quiet, and Melody had almost forgotten about her. That was, until, the other girl's voice brought her back to the corridor, and away from the strange fascination the crack had brought.
Still confused about whatever it was the girl's power was, she stepped forwards towards her beckoning hands, only to feel her foot catch on something and sending her toppling forwards. She Put her hands out in front of her and swore as she just barely kept her head from impacting the floor.
"What did you do?"
She looked down at her feet, at the laces that had been tied together. Somehow Kenzi had done it without Melody even noticing. At some point when she'd been staring at the ceiling, and she hadn't even felt it, or seen it. Like a magic trick, redirecting her attention…
"Did you… like… make me look at that crack…?"
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Dec 14, 2019 16:16:40 GMT
Post by Melody Newton on Dec 14, 2019 16:16:40 GMT
Eclipse All my childhood heroes have fallen off or died + @madison | Melody mused over Madison's plan, it sounded good, like he'd given it some thought. Although that then made her wonder just how much he had already known about her ability before she'd demonstrated it to him. Now knowing what his ability was it wouldn't surprise her if he used it to find out more about the staff and students. Maybe that was how he'd gotten the blunts, found them stashed in a desk drawer or something.
He even had a plan to hide the alcohol, evidently he'd explored a little further afield than she had. When she'd realised how far they were from the nearest town, she'd given up bothering to explore outside the campus. They were in the middle of the campus, there hadn't seemed much point.
She was thinking now that maybe she should have been more adventurous when she got here, she didn't like the feeling that Madison knew more than she did. Even if it was as a result of his ability, even if only partly. Still, he seemed friendly enough, and he'd given her three joints without seeming to ask for anything in return. Maybe it was as payment to get her help in breaking into Buckley's house, to get her interested, let her know he was serious.
"Alright then, you've got a deal."
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