call me tank

"i’ve got two tickets to Iron Maiden baby" they/them (imp!darlin highscool AU) [darlin icon by thefablefoxart on tumblr]

[meet-under-the-bleachers]

"come with me Friday don't say maybe"

HIII!! If you’re seeing this blog you probably know the drill!

Hi! I’m the owner of this blog, Dani!

This is a Roleplay blog for the Imp!High school AU

Asks are open for anything! Any interactions are welcome canon characters, ocs, or just anons!

As for tags we’ve got

#teen tank talks for asks

#teen tank tunes for songs I think are fitting for tank

#ooc posting for… you guessed it! Out of character posts

[lipstick-on-her-mirror]

I don’t understand how the people who never excel still end up in AP classes.

[meet-under-the-bleachers]

stop vague posting about me, you obsessive freak

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OOC: have had a lot of real life shit going on so I haven’t had many ideas for roleplay so… WOE SLEEPY TEEN TANKER BE UPON YE!!!

With and without Freckles bc I don’t know how I feel abt them yet

I would like to restate, not an artist just someone who draws sometimes if it sucks you literally can’t hate on me because I am but a buppy splashin around in da pool

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[The bathroom reeks of mango-lime vape air, and weed, it's dead silent except for a few coughs, and a pair of black Doc Martens can be seen from the large gap of the bathroom stall at the very end]

- @dis-generation

[The silence was interrupted by more noise. Rubber soles gently thudding against tile, a stall door opening, and the flick of a lighter before the smell of tobacco joined the cocktail of smells that already permeated the bathroom.]

[Tank takes a drag of their cigarette, as they exhale they look down to see the shoes of the person occupying the stall next to them. It wasn’t long before a piece of paper slid across the bathroom tile, into the other stall. A note that read…]

nice Docs

[dis-generation]

...

[A bandaged up hand grabs it gingerly. Silence comes from the stall before the distinct noise of backpack searching hits Tank's ears and pen on paper comes right after. They slide the paper back to the other stall, a small written reply that reads-]

Thanks.

[It's written in glittery blue pen ink...]

[meet-under-the-bleachers]

[It isn’t much longer before the note is slid back]

no problem. what class are you avoiding?

[dis-generation]

[There's an awkward pause before they take the note again, writing something down and sliding it back]

Financial Algebra.

[meet-under-the-bleachers]

[An audible huff came from Tank’s nose before they slid the note back]

ugh i don’t blame you.

[dis-generation]

[There's quick, slightly more aggressive writing before they slide it back over]

It's not like I'm even bad at it, it's just that the teacher is life-draining.

[meet-under-the-bleachers]

what are they a prick or just boring as hell?

[dis-generation]

More like a prick to me and only me

[meet-under-the-bleachers]

yeah i’ve been there, but i usually did something to deserve it. why does this teacher hate you so much?

[dis-generation]

He's obsessed with getting me to talk and fucks me over when I don't

[meet-under-the-bleachers]

fucks you over, like what he fails you in participation or whatever?

[dis-generation]

- fails me in participation

- give me zeros on my tests and tells me he'll bump up my grade if I talk

- straight up doesn't acknowledge me

- he's also one of the music teachers and hasn't given me a single role in any performances and calls my playing style 'boring'

[meet-under-the-bleachers]

jesus fucking christ. what a fucking prick.

want me to take care of him?

[dis-generation]

What's that supposed to mean?

[meet-under-the-bleachers]

nothing bad, he just sounds like he deserves to get his tires stolen or his car keyed up. maybe it will humble him. remind him he’s an underpaid teacher and not the tough guy he thinks he is.

[dis-generation]

[There's a huff of a laugh on the other side]

That sounds unnecessarily reckless and unsafe, but thanks for the offer anyway :)

[meet-under-the-bleachers]

[Tank hears the quiet huff and a small smile comes to their face]

it’s easier than you’d think. if he messes with you again or you change your mind just let me know

[dis-generation]

I will

[meet-under-the-bleachers]

i’m Tank by the way

[dis-generation]

Kihel. People call me Carter

Nice to meet you

Actually I haven't technically met you yet but

[meet-under-the-bleachers]

we can always change that

[An olive green backpack with various patches and pins on it, slides under the stall door. Not long after a pair of hands wrap around the top of the stall and the shifter has now pulled themselves up so their face was peeking up over the top of the stall]

‘sup

[dis-generation]

[They're just staring at them in confusion, headphones on, computer in lap, backpack to the side of them, and a bag of chips on the other]

[meet-under-the-bleachers]

[they let out a snort, amused by Kihel’s confusion]

what? you said we haven’t technically met each other, so now we’re technically meeting.

[they hoist themselves up more, and swing their body over the stall wall, landing on their feet.]

so, nice to officially meet you Carter.

[dis-generation]

[They give a small wave, still kind of awkward about seeing them face to face]

[meet-under-the-bleachers]

[They take a drag of the cigarette they managed to keep lit through them climbing over the stall, before holding it out in an offer]

you smoke?

[dis-generation]

[They shake their head, trying not to cough]

[meet-under-the-bleachers]

oh fuck, let me just…

[They toss their cigarette into the toilet]

there we go. sorry about that…

[dis-generation]

[They raise their hands up, starting a hand motion before quitting halfway throught and grabbing the pen and paper, writing something down]

You didn't have to do that.

[meet-under-the-bleachers]

[They tilt their head and look back to the piece of paper, only to shrug in response to what was written]

i know i didn’t have to but it’s a dick move to be blowing smoke around someone who doesn’t smoke themselves.

and what kind of first impression would that be?

[dis-generation]

[They pause for a moment, the gears turning before just leaning back against the wall. They've never had someone willingly interact with them before]

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[A little smile comes to their face at the lack of push back and they lean against the wall themself, slowly sliding down it to sit next to them on the floor]

what are you doing in here anyways? other than skipping class obviously.

[dis-generation]

[They turn their laptop towards them, showing... more algebra. How responsible]

[meet-under-the-bleachers]

[Their eyebrows raise as they look to the computer screen only for a snort to leave them, and they quickly put a hand over their mouth to stifle their own laughter]

[dis-generation]

[They roll their eyes, turning their laptop back to themselves and quietly but quickly typing stuff down]

[meet-under-the-bleachers]

[They pull their hand away, still with a grin on their face]

awee come on, don’t roll your eyes. i wasn’t laughing at you, i promise.

[meet-under-the-bleachers]

[The bathroom reeks of mango-lime vape air, and weed, it's dead silent except for a few coughs, and a pair of black Doc Martens can be seen from the large gap of the bathroom stall at the very end]

- @dis-generation

[The silence was interrupted by more noise. Rubber soles gently thudding against tile, a stall door opening, and the flick of a lighter before the smell of tobacco joined the cocktail of smells that already permeated the bathroom.]

[Tank takes a drag of their cigarette, as they exhale they look down to see the shoes of the person occupying the stall next to them. It wasn’t long before a piece of paper slid across the bathroom tile, into the other stall. A note that read…]

nice Docs

[dis-generation]

...

[A bandaged up hand grabs it gingerly. Silence comes from the stall before the distinct noise of backpack searching hits Tank's ears and pen on paper comes right after. They slide the paper back to the other stall, a small written reply that reads-]

Thanks.

[It's written in glittery blue pen ink...]

[meet-under-the-bleachers]

[It isn’t much longer before the note is slid back]

no problem. what class are you avoiding?

[dis-generation]

[There's an awkward pause before they take the note again, writing something down and sliding it back]

Financial Algebra.

[meet-under-the-bleachers]

[An audible huff came from Tank’s nose before they slid the note back]

ugh i don’t blame you.

[dis-generation]

[There's quick, slightly more aggressive writing before they slide it back over]

It's not like I'm even bad at it, it's just that the teacher is life-draining.

[meet-under-the-bleachers]

what are they a prick or just boring as hell?

[dis-generation]

More like a prick to me and only me

[meet-under-the-bleachers]

yeah i’ve been there, but i usually did something to deserve it. why does this teacher hate you so much?

[dis-generation]

He's obsessed with getting me to talk and fucks me over when I don't

[meet-under-the-bleachers]

fucks you over, like what he fails you in participation or whatever?

[dis-generation]

- fails me in participation

- give me zeros on my tests and tells me he'll bump up my grade if I talk

- straight up doesn't acknowledge me

- he's also one of the music teachers and hasn't given me a single role in any performances and calls my playing style 'boring'

[meet-under-the-bleachers]

jesus fucking christ. what a fucking prick.

want me to take care of him?

[dis-generation]

What's that supposed to mean?

[meet-under-the-bleachers]

nothing bad, he just sounds like he deserves to get his tires stolen or his car keyed up. maybe it will humble him. remind him he’s an underpaid teacher and not the tough guy he thinks he is.

[dis-generation]

[There's a huff of a laugh on the other side]

That sounds unnecessarily reckless and unsafe, but thanks for the offer anyway :)

[meet-under-the-bleachers]

[Tank hears the quiet huff and a small smile comes to their face]

it’s easier than you’d think. if he messes with you again or you change your mind just let me know

[dis-generation]

I will

[meet-under-the-bleachers]

i’m Tank by the way

[dis-generation]

Kihel. People call me Carter

Nice to meet you

Actually I haven't technically met you yet but

[meet-under-the-bleachers]

we can always change that

[An olive green backpack with various patches and pins on it, slides under the stall door. Not long after a pair of hands wrap around the top of the stall and the shifter has now pulled themselves up so their face was peeking up over the top of the stall]

‘sup

[dis-generation]

[They're just staring at them in confusion, headphones on, computer in lap, backpack to the side of them, and a bag of chips on the other]

[meet-under-the-bleachers]

[they let out a snort, amused by Kihel’s confusion]

what? you said we haven’t technically met each other, so now we’re technically meeting.

[they hoist themselves up more, and swing their body over the stall wall, landing on their feet.]

so, nice to officially meet you Carter.

[dis-generation]

[They give a small wave, still kind of awkward about seeing them face to face]

[meet-under-the-bleachers]

[They take a drag of the cigarette they managed to keep lit through them climbing over the stall, before holding it out in an offer]

you smoke?

[dis-generation]

[They shake their head, trying not to cough]

[meet-under-the-bleachers]

oh fuck, let me just…

[They toss their cigarette into the toilet]

there we go. sorry about that…

[dis-generation]

[They raise their hands up, starting a hand motion before quitting halfway throught and grabbing the pen and paper, writing something down]

You didn't have to do that.

[meet-under-the-bleachers]

[They tilt their head and look back to the piece of paper, only to shrug in response to what was written]

i know i didn’t have to but it’s a dick move to be blowing smoke around someone who doesn’t smoke themselves.

and what kind of first impression would that be?

[dis-generation]

[They pause for a moment, the gears turning before just leaning back against the wall. They've never had someone willingly interact with them before]

[meet-under-the-bleachers]

[A little smile comes to their face at the lack of push back and they lean against the wall themself, slowly sliding down it to sit next to them on the floor]

what are you doing in here anyways? other than skipping class obviously.

[dis-generation]

[They turn their laptop towards them, showing... more algebra. How responsible]

[meet-under-the-bleachers]

[Their eyebrows raise as they look to the computer screen only for a snort to leave them, and they quickly put a hand over their mouth to stifle their own laughter]

[meet-under-the-bleachers]

[The bathroom reeks of mango-lime vape air, and weed, it's dead silent except for a few coughs, and a pair of black Doc Martens can be seen from the large gap of the bathroom stall at the very end]

- @dis-generation

[The silence was interrupted by more noise. Rubber soles gently thudding against tile, a stall door opening, and the flick of a lighter before the smell of tobacco joined the cocktail of smells that already permeated the bathroom.]

[Tank takes a drag of their cigarette, as they exhale they look down to see the shoes of the person occupying the stall next to them. It wasn’t long before a piece of paper slid across the bathroom tile, into the other stall. A note that read…]

nice Docs

[dis-generation]

...

[A bandaged up hand grabs it gingerly. Silence comes from the stall before the distinct noise of backpack searching hits Tank's ears and pen on paper comes right after. They slide the paper back to the other stall, a small written reply that reads-]

Thanks.

[It's written in glittery blue pen ink...]

[meet-under-the-bleachers]

[It isn’t much longer before the note is slid back]

no problem. what class are you avoiding?

[dis-generation]

[There's an awkward pause before they take the note again, writing something down and sliding it back]

Financial Algebra.

[meet-under-the-bleachers]

[An audible huff came from Tank’s nose before they slid the note back]

ugh i don’t blame you.

[dis-generation]

[There's quick, slightly more aggressive writing before they slide it back over]

It's not like I'm even bad at it, it's just that the teacher is life-draining.

[meet-under-the-bleachers]

what are they a prick or just boring as hell?

[dis-generation]

More like a prick to me and only me

[meet-under-the-bleachers]

yeah i’ve been there, but i usually did something to deserve it. why does this teacher hate you so much?

[dis-generation]

He's obsessed with getting me to talk and fucks me over when I don't

[meet-under-the-bleachers]

fucks you over, like what he fails you in participation or whatever?

[dis-generation]

- fails me in participation

- give me zeros on my tests and tells me he'll bump up my grade if I talk

- straight up doesn't acknowledge me

- he's also one of the music teachers and hasn't given me a single role in any performances and calls my playing style 'boring'

[meet-under-the-bleachers]

jesus fucking christ. what a fucking prick.

want me to take care of him?

[dis-generation]

What's that supposed to mean?

[meet-under-the-bleachers]

nothing bad, he just sounds like he deserves to get his tires stolen or his car keyed up. maybe it will humble him. remind him he’s an underpaid teacher and not the tough guy he thinks he is.

[dis-generation]

[There's a huff of a laugh on the other side]

That sounds unnecessarily reckless and unsafe, but thanks for the offer anyway :)

[meet-under-the-bleachers]

[Tank hears the quiet huff and a small smile comes to their face]

it’s easier than you’d think. if he messes with you again or you change your mind just let me know

[dis-generation]

I will

[meet-under-the-bleachers]

i’m Tank by the way

[dis-generation]

Kihel. People call me Carter

Nice to meet you

Actually I haven't technically met you yet but

[meet-under-the-bleachers]

we can always change that

[An olive green backpack with various patches and pins on it, slides under the stall door. Not long after a pair of hands wrap around the top of the stall and the shifter has now pulled themselves up so their face was peeking up over the top of the stall]

‘sup

[dis-generation]

[They're just staring at them in confusion, headphones on, computer in lap, backpack to the side of them, and a bag of chips on the other]

[meet-under-the-bleachers]

[they let out a snort, amused by Kihel’s confusion]

what? you said we haven’t technically met each other, so now we’re technically meeting.

[they hoist themselves up more, and swing their body over the stall wall, landing on their feet.]

so, nice to officially meet you Carter.

[dis-generation]

[They give a small wave, still kind of awkward about seeing them face to face]

[meet-under-the-bleachers]

[They take a drag of the cigarette they managed to keep lit through them climbing over the stall, before holding it out in an offer]

you smoke?

[dis-generation]

[They shake their head, trying not to cough]

[meet-under-the-bleachers]

oh fuck, let me just…

[They toss their cigarette into the toilet]

there we go. sorry about that…

[dis-generation]

[They raise their hands up, starting a hand motion before quitting halfway throught and grabbing the pen and paper, writing something down]

You didn't have to do that.

[meet-under-the-bleachers]

[They tilt their head and look back to the piece of paper, only to shrug in response to what was written]

i know i didn’t have to but it’s a dick move to be blowing smoke around someone who doesn’t smoke themselves.

and what kind of first impression would that be?

[dis-generation]

[They pause for a moment, the gears turning before just leaning back against the wall. They've never had someone willingly interact with them before]

[meet-under-the-bleachers]

[A little smile comes to their face at the lack of push back and they lean against the wall themself, slowly sliding down it to sit next to them on the floor]

what are you doing in here anyways? other than skipping class obviously.

[meet-under-the-bleachers]

[she sits down in the detention hall, visibly flustered, tears ruining her makeup. She takes out her books and attempts to get work done to no avail]

Come on come on

- @littleerrandgirl

[they look over at the new student sent to detention and their eyes widen a little at the sight of her. Aside from the tears running down her face, she looked extremely… put together. It wasn’t the usual look they would see in detention. They clear their throat trying to get her attention]

are you uh… alright?

[littleerrandgirl]

[She looks up sharply, hastily wiping her tears]

Yes-! I'm fine, sorry, goodness- Am I interrupting you?

[meet-under-the-bleachers]

[They cock their head slightly to the side]

interrupting… what? me sitting here in silence? you’re fine… or maybe not fine. you look like you’re about to have a on the verge of a panic attack actually.

[littleerrandgirl]

I-I just missed a project deadline- s-so now I'm here and—

[she stars tearing up again]

Sorry I've never been in detention this is going on my record-

[meet-under-the-bleachers]

fucking christ…

hey… it’s alright. it’s just one detention, nothing worth freaking out over, i promise.

[littleerrandgirl]

[she huffs]

I have countless people waiting for me for things, I can't be wasting my time in here-

Ugh, Porter's going to kill me, or just find someone else to feed on

Maybe if I get work done, I can get out early on good behaviour—

[meet-under-the-bleachers]

pfft- good behavior? this is detention not prison. it’s only an hour, no one gets out before that hour, so you might as well get comfortable.

[littleerrandgirl]

This entire school is basically a prison—

[she sighs]

Why are you here?

[meet-under-the-bleachers]

you’ve got a point there.

[they shrug and lean back in their chair]

eh nothing too interesting, i just started a fight.

[littleerrandgirl]

J-

JUST???

[she's fascinated that they seemed so laid back after saying something like that]

Ah I yelled-

Care to elaborate?

[meet-under-the-bleachers]

[they let out a little breathy chuckle at her shock over something that seemed so simple to them]

yeah, there isn’t much of a story. i bumped into this guy in the hallway, he decided to shove me about it instead of walking away like a normal person, so i introduced his face to the metal of a locker.

[littleerrandgirl]

So...

What the hell am I doing here? Why are we getting the same punishment-?

Also, you need anger management or something, that's not a normal reaction in that sort of situation

[meet-under-the-bleachers]

alright, he shoved me first let’s not act like he didn’t get what was coming to him. the guy is a prick anyways, someone needed to shut him up.

as for why you’re in here with me, i don’t have a clue. judging by your… everything, you’ve probably never done anything wrong in your damn life. detention for one missing assignment seems a little overkill.

[littleerrandgirl]

I'm going to take that last statement as a compliment, yes, I have never done a single thing wrong in my entire life.

You need to get into kickboxing or something, so you don't accidentally kill someone. I have a lot of connections, if that helps.

[meet-under-the-bleachers]

[They scoff and roll their eyes at her]

cute suggestion, but i already box. that’s why i won that fight. so maybe save your “connections” for someone who wants them, princess.

[littleerrandgirl]

So do I that's why I offered. Everything you say sounds like a threat, christ-

if you act this way towards every offer, I'm sure you're in here all the time. And my name is Sapphira, use it.

[meet-under-the-bleachers]

not every offer, just the condescending ones.

Sapphira, hm? i think “princess” is a little more fitting for you, but whatever you want.

[littleerrandgirl]

[she rolls her eyes]

So doo you have a name or what?

[meet-under-the-bleachers]

… i’m Tank

[littleerrandgirl]

Hm, fitting.

It's nice to meet you. Though I wish it could be under better circumstances.

[she gets a makeup wipe and starts cleaning her face]

I'm sure this is a stellar first impression of me.

[she finally cleans her face and starts reapplying her makeup]

Now that you mention it, your name does ring a bell...

You're a part of the Shaw Pack, right..?

[meet-under-the-bleachers]

it really wasn’t bad, all things considered.

[they lean forward to rest their arm on the desk and prop their chin up in the palm of their hand, watching her fix up her makeup]

and yeah, i am in the Shaw pack. i also feel like Gabe would kill me if i didn’t preface, my actions do not reflect anything about my pack i’m just a shithead.

[littleerrandgirl]

You have a lot of "shitheads" I hear - Damien often complains about an Asher Talbot, being a menace and the things surrounding his dating life isn't good for his image.

[meet-under-the-bleachers]

[They let out a sound that was somewhere between a scoff and a laugh]

huh, impressive that Rhone can still manage to talk shit about anyone with that silver spoon in his mouth and his head wedged up his own ass. that’s talent.

[littleerrandgirl]

I mean, yes he is decently spoiled, but if never want to live his life. His mother is devil spawn.

Made Damien isolate because Cyra was fucking in the library. Damien barely lives his own life, needed approval before he could date Angel, as if they're going to marry. She sees Damien as a failure waiting to happen.

I could do with some of his money, but I try not to envy.

[meet-under-the-bleachers]

you know a lot about him, huh? are you two friends or…

[littleerrandgirl]

Ah..

It's hard to tell, I'm not good at knowing where I stand with most people. He's kinder to me than he is to most people, I study with him, even most of our classes overlap—

[she puts setting spray on her face and pulls out a fan to let it dry]

I don't know if he'd call us friends, but he favours me over most people

[meet-under-the-bleachers]

yeah, i guess i get that, not knowing where the boundary of ‘friends’ really starts.

do you consider him a friend? his feelings about you aside.

[littleerrandgirl]

... Yes, I do. I'm kinda to him and he's kind in turn

That's enough for me

[meet-under-the-bleachers]

well then, that’s all that really matters.

you also muttered something about a “Porter”, as in Porter Solaire?

[littleerrandgirl]

Oh yes! Porter's my boyfriend!

[she initially perks up at the name but her smile falters]

… We're- going through a rough patch right now

[meet-under-the-bleachers]

[They sit up again, noticing how rapidly her expression shifted made their eyebrows furrow]

oh… i’m sorry to hear that.

would you wanna… talk about it?

[littleerrandgirl]

It's not a big thing, it's just the feeding aspect yknow.

I don't have all the blood he needs as a vamp and it frustrates him. I try to give him more but I can't be too dizzy for cheer. Not like I'm a flyer but still—

[meet-under-the-bleachers]

ugh yeah i’ve been there… it’s hard enough to function after being damn near drained, i can’t imagine having to do flips and shit after that too.

[They shudder a little and shake their head, as if trying to expel the idea completely]

you’re stronger than i am for sure.

[littleerrandgirl]

Thats the thing, you can't function. I used to pass out all the time at cheer until I put a boundary on it and now he barely talks to me—

It's invalidating i guess—

[meet-under-the-bleachers]

so he’s treating you like a blood bag instead of his partner?

it sounds like your boyfriend sucks.

[littleerrandgirl]

No no, I mean

[she sighs]

He is going through some things right now, so I don't blamehim entirely for it. I kinda just wish I could talk to him properly that's all. He really isn't all bad

[meet-under-the-bleachers]

alright, you’re the one dating him so i’ll take your word for it. but–

[They pause and let out a sigh of their own]

look, if i’m overstepping with this question feel free to tell me to fuck off, but do you like being fed on?

[littleerrandgirl]

[she goes blank for a moment, as if she's never thought about it before]

Not.. N-not necessarily, relationships a-are about compromise, this is my compromise

[meet-under-the-bleachers]

[They squint theirs eyes at her as if trying to make sense of that]

yeah, i don’t think the person who created that saying thought that “compromise” would include blood. you know… the stuff you need to live?

[littleerrandgirl]

[she picks at her nails subconsciously]

…What are you implying?

[meet-under-the-bleachers]

i’m not trying to imply anything, i’m saying it upfront.

sure he needs blood to live, but so do you, and you shouldn’t have to let him feed off of you if that isn’t what you want.

[littleerrandgirl]

[she opens her mouth to protest but closes it again]

… I want him to feed, it's just— [her body subtly tenses up] it's slightly uncomfortable, is all. I can handle discomfort

[meet-under-the-bleachers]

you shouldn’t have to “handle” it. if it doesn’t feel good it shouldn’t be an expectation at all.

[littleerrandgirl]

[she's visibly getting more and more nervous]

I suppose..? I don't know- He's a vamp so I have to, that's what I thought-

I'll ask him

[meet-under-the-bleachers]

[their eyes softened up a little bit though their brows furrowed closer together with worry, now recognizing how uncomfortable the conversation had made her. They stand up from their seat and walk to sit in the desk in front of her, turned back so they were facing her.]

hey–

[they look down to notice her picking at her nails, and they instinctively moved their hand to rest on top of hers.]

if this guys cares about you half as much as he should, then i’m sure he will listen.

[littleerrandgirl]

[she flinches initially at the touch but untenses soonafter]

… Yeah, y-you're right. Thank you…

[meet-under-the-bleachers]

[They just give Sapphira a quick nod before pulling their hand back, clearing their throat and looking away, finding themself slightly embarrassed by the moment]

and uh, if i can give you another piece of advice… you’re a stealth. if you want to get out of here you can just go.

[littleerrandgirl]

[she smiles a little]

I suppose. I'm enjoying the company, so ill stay a little.

if that's alright with you

[meet-under-the-bleachers]

[They look back towards her and return her smile]

alright, i guess we’re sticking together for a little bit longer then.

[meet-under-the-bleachers]

[she sits down in the detention hall, visibly flustered, tears ruining her makeup. She takes out her books and attempts to get work done to no avail]

Come on come on

- @littleerrandgirl

[they look over at the new student sent to detention and their eyes widen a little at the sight of her. Aside from the tears running down her face, she looked extremely… put together. It wasn’t the usual look they would see in detention. They clear their throat trying to get her attention]

are you uh… alright?

[littleerrandgirl]

[She looks up sharply, hastily wiping her tears]

Yes-! I'm fine, sorry, goodness- Am I interrupting you?

[meet-under-the-bleachers]

[They cock their head slightly to the side]

interrupting… what? me sitting here in silence? you’re fine… or maybe not fine. you look like you’re about to have a on the verge of a panic attack actually.

[littleerrandgirl]

I-I just missed a project deadline- s-so now I'm here and—

[she stars tearing up again]

Sorry I've never been in detention this is going on my record-

[meet-under-the-bleachers]

fucking christ…

hey… it’s alright. it’s just one detention, nothing worth freaking out over, i promise.

[littleerrandgirl]

[she huffs]

I have countless people waiting for me for things, I can't be wasting my time in here-

Ugh, Porter's going to kill me, or just find someone else to feed on

Maybe if I get work done, I can get out early on good behaviour—

[meet-under-the-bleachers]

pfft- good behavior? this is detention not prison. it’s only an hour, no one gets out before that hour, so you might as well get comfortable.

[littleerrandgirl]

This entire school is basically a prison—

[she sighs]

Why are you here?

[meet-under-the-bleachers]

you’ve got a point there.

[they shrug and lean back in their chair]

eh nothing too interesting, i just started a fight.

[littleerrandgirl]

J-

JUST???

[she's fascinated that they seemed so laid back after saying something like that]

Ah I yelled-

Care to elaborate?

[meet-under-the-bleachers]

[they let out a little breathy chuckle at her shock over something that seemed so simple to them]

yeah, there isn’t much of a story. i bumped into this guy in the hallway, he decided to shove me about it instead of walking away like a normal person, so i introduced his face to the metal of a locker.

[littleerrandgirl]

So...

What the hell am I doing here? Why are we getting the same punishment-?

Also, you need anger management or something, that's not a normal reaction in that sort of situation

[meet-under-the-bleachers]

alright, he shoved me first let’s not act like he didn’t get what was coming to him. the guy is a prick anyways, someone needed to shut him up.

as for why you’re in here with me, i don’t have a clue. judging by your… everything, you’ve probably never done anything wrong in your damn life. detention for one missing assignment seems a little overkill.

[littleerrandgirl]

I'm going to take that last statement as a compliment, yes, I have never done a single thing wrong in my entire life.

You need to get into kickboxing or something, so you don't accidentally kill someone. I have a lot of connections, if that helps.

[meet-under-the-bleachers]

[They scoff and roll their eyes at her]

cute suggestion, but i already box. that’s why i won that fight. so maybe save your “connections” for someone who wants them, princess.

[littleerrandgirl]

So do I that's why I offered. Everything you say sounds like a threat, christ-

if you act this way towards every offer, I'm sure you're in here all the time. And my name is Sapphira, use it.

[meet-under-the-bleachers]

not every offer, just the condescending ones.

Sapphira, hm? i think “princess” is a little more fitting for you, but whatever you want.

[littleerrandgirl]

[she rolls her eyes]

So doo you have a name or what?

[meet-under-the-bleachers]

… i’m Tank

[littleerrandgirl]

Hm, fitting.

It's nice to meet you. Though I wish it could be under better circumstances.

[she gets a makeup wipe and starts cleaning her face]

I'm sure this is a stellar first impression of me.

[she finally cleans her face and starts reapplying her makeup]

Now that you mention it, your name does ring a bell...

You're a part of the Shaw Pack, right..?

[meet-under-the-bleachers]

it really wasn’t bad, all things considered.

[they lean forward to rest their arm on the desk and prop their chin up in the palm of their hand, watching her fix up her makeup]

and yeah, i am in the Shaw pack. i also feel like Gabe would kill me if i didn’t preface, my actions do not reflect anything about my pack i’m just a shithead.

[littleerrandgirl]

You have a lot of "shitheads" I hear - Damien often complains about an Asher Talbot, being a menace and the things surrounding his dating life isn't good for his image.

[meet-under-the-bleachers]

[They let out a sound that was somewhere between a scoff and a laugh]

huh, impressive that Rhone can still manage to talk shit about anyone with that silver spoon in his mouth and his head wedged up his own ass. that’s talent.

[littleerrandgirl]

I mean, yes he is decently spoiled, but if never want to live his life. His mother is devil spawn.

Made Damien isolate because Cyra was fucking in the library. Damien barely lives his own life, needed approval before he could date Angel, as if they're going to marry. She sees Damien as a failure waiting to happen.

I could do with some of his money, but I try not to envy.

[meet-under-the-bleachers]

you know a lot about him, huh? are you two friends or…

[littleerrandgirl]

Ah..

It's hard to tell, I'm not good at knowing where I stand with most people. He's kinder to me than he is to most people, I study with him, even most of our classes overlap—

[she puts setting spray on her face and pulls out a fan to let it dry]

I don't know if he'd call us friends, but he favours me over most people

[meet-under-the-bleachers]

yeah, i guess i get that, not knowing where the boundary of ‘friends’ really starts.

do you consider him a friend? his feelings about you aside.

[littleerrandgirl]

... Yes, I do. I'm kinda to him and he's kind in turn

That's enough for me

[meet-under-the-bleachers]

well then, that’s all that really matters.

you also muttered something about a “Porter”, as in Porter Solaire?

[littleerrandgirl]

Oh yes! Porter's my boyfriend!

[she initially perks up at the name but her smile falters]

… We're- going through a rough patch right now

[meet-under-the-bleachers]

[They sit up again, noticing how rapidly her expression shifted made their eyebrows furrow]

oh… i’m sorry to hear that.

would you wanna… talk about it?

[littleerrandgirl]

It's not a big thing, it's just the feeding aspect yknow.

I don't have all the blood he needs as a vamp and it frustrates him. I try to give him more but I can't be too dizzy for cheer. Not like I'm a flyer but still—

[meet-under-the-bleachers]

ugh yeah i’ve been there… it’s hard enough to function after being damn near drained, i can’t imagine having to do flips and shit after that too.

[They shudder a little and shake their head, as if trying to expel the idea completely]

you’re stronger than i am for sure.

[littleerrandgirl]

Thats the thing, you can't function. I used to pass out all the time at cheer until I put a boundary on it and now he barely talks to me—

It's invalidating i guess—

[meet-under-the-bleachers]

so he’s treating you like a blood bag instead of his partner?

it sounds like your boyfriend sucks.

[littleerrandgirl]

No no, I mean

[she sighs]

He is going through some things right now, so I don't blamehim entirely for it. I kinda just wish I could talk to him properly that's all. He really isn't all bad

[meet-under-the-bleachers]

alright, you’re the one dating him so i’ll take your word for it. but–

[They pause and let out a sigh of their own]

look, if i’m overstepping with this question feel free to tell me to fuck off, but do you like being fed on?

[littleerrandgirl]

[she goes blank for a moment, as if she's never thought about it before]

Not.. N-not necessarily, relationships a-are about compromise, this is my compromise

[meet-under-the-bleachers]

[They squint theirs eyes at her as if trying to make sense of that]

yeah, i don’t think the person who created that saying thought that “compromise” would include blood. you know… the stuff you need to live?

[littleerrandgirl]

[she picks at her nails subconsciously]

…What are you implying?

[meet-under-the-bleachers]

i’m not trying to imply anything, i’m saying it upfront.

sure he needs blood to live, but so do you, and you shouldn’t have to let him feed off of you if that isn’t what you want.

[littleerrandgirl]

[she opens her mouth to protest but closes it again]

… I want him to feed, it's just— [her body subtly tenses up] it's slightly uncomfortable, is all. I can handle discomfort

[meet-under-the-bleachers]

you shouldn’t have to “handle” it. if it doesn’t feel good it shouldn’t be an expectation at all.

[littleerrandgirl]

[she's visibly getting more and more nervous]

I suppose..? I don't know- He's a vamp so I have to, that's what I thought-

I'll ask him

[meet-under-the-bleachers]

[their eyes softened up a little bit though their brows furrowed closer together with worry, now recognizing how uncomfortable the conversation had made her. They stand up from their seat and walk to sit in the desk in front of her, turned back so they were facing her.]

hey–

[they look down to notice her picking at her nails, and they instinctively moved their hand to rest on top of hers.]

if this guys cares about you half as much as he should, then i’m sure he will listen.

[littleerrandgirl]

[she flinches initially at the touch but untenses soonafter]

… Yeah, y-you're right. Thank you…

[meet-under-the-bleachers]

[They just give Sapphira a quick nod before pulling their hand back, clearing their throat and looking away, finding themself slightly embarrassed by the moment]

and uh, if i can give you another piece of advice… you’re a stealth. if you want to get out of here you can just go.

[meet-under-the-bleachers]

[she sits down in the detention hall, visibly flustered, tears ruining her makeup. She takes out her books and attempts to get work done to no avail]

Come on come on

- @littleerrandgirl

[they look over at the new student sent to detention and their eyes widen a little at the sight of her. Aside from the tears running down her face, she looked extremely… put together. It wasn’t the usual look they would see in detention. They clear their throat trying to get her attention]

are you uh… alright?

[littleerrandgirl]

[She looks up sharply, hastily wiping her tears]

Yes-! I'm fine, sorry, goodness- Am I interrupting you?

[meet-under-the-bleachers]

[They cock their head slightly to the side]

interrupting… what? me sitting here in silence? you’re fine… or maybe not fine. you look like you’re about to have a on the verge of a panic attack actually.

[littleerrandgirl]

I-I just missed a project deadline- s-so now I'm here and—

[she stars tearing up again]

Sorry I've never been in detention this is going on my record-

[meet-under-the-bleachers]

fucking christ…

hey… it’s alright. it’s just one detention, nothing worth freaking out over, i promise.

[littleerrandgirl]

[she huffs]

I have countless people waiting for me for things, I can't be wasting my time in here-

Ugh, Porter's going to kill me, or just find someone else to feed on

Maybe if I get work done, I can get out early on good behaviour—

[meet-under-the-bleachers]

pfft- good behavior? this is detention not prison. it’s only an hour, no one gets out before that hour, so you might as well get comfortable.

[littleerrandgirl]

This entire school is basically a prison—

[she sighs]

Why are you here?

[meet-under-the-bleachers]

you’ve got a point there.

[they shrug and lean back in their chair]

eh nothing too interesting, i just started a fight.

[littleerrandgirl]

J-

JUST???

[she's fascinated that they seemed so laid back after saying something like that]

Ah I yelled-

Care to elaborate?

[meet-under-the-bleachers]

[they let out a little breathy chuckle at her shock over something that seemed so simple to them]

yeah, there isn’t much of a story. i bumped into this guy in the hallway, he decided to shove me about it instead of walking away like a normal person, so i introduced his face to the metal of a locker.

[littleerrandgirl]

So...

What the hell am I doing here? Why are we getting the same punishment-?

Also, you need anger management or something, that's not a normal reaction in that sort of situation

[meet-under-the-bleachers]

alright, he shoved me first let’s not act like he didn’t get what was coming to him. the guy is a prick anyways, someone needed to shut him up.

as for why you’re in here with me, i don’t have a clue. judging by your… everything, you’ve probably never done anything wrong in your damn life. detention for one missing assignment seems a little overkill.

[littleerrandgirl]

I'm going to take that last statement as a compliment, yes, I have never done a single thing wrong in my entire life.

You need to get into kickboxing or something, so you don't accidentally kill someone. I have a lot of connections, if that helps.

[meet-under-the-bleachers]

[They scoff and roll their eyes at her]

cute suggestion, but i already box. that’s why i won that fight. so maybe save your “connections” for someone who wants them, princess.

[littleerrandgirl]

So do I that's why I offered. Everything you say sounds like a threat, christ-

if you act this way towards every offer, I'm sure you're in here all the time. And my name is Sapphira, use it.

[meet-under-the-bleachers]

not every offer, just the condescending ones.

Sapphira, hm? i think “princess” is a little more fitting for you, but whatever you want.

[littleerrandgirl]

[she rolls her eyes]

So doo you have a name or what?

[meet-under-the-bleachers]

… i’m Tank

[littleerrandgirl]

Hm, fitting.

It's nice to meet you. Though I wish it could be under better circumstances.

[she gets a makeup wipe and starts cleaning her face]

I'm sure this is a stellar first impression of me.

[she finally cleans her face and starts reapplying her makeup]

Now that you mention it, your name does ring a bell...

You're a part of the Shaw Pack, right..?

[meet-under-the-bleachers]

it really wasn’t bad, all things considered.

[they lean forward to rest their arm on the desk and prop their chin up in the palm of their hand, watching her fix up her makeup]

and yeah, i am in the Shaw pack. i also feel like Gabe would kill me if i didn’t preface, my actions do not reflect anything about my pack i’m just a shithead.

[littleerrandgirl]

You have a lot of "shitheads" I hear - Damien often complains about an Asher Talbot, being a menace and the things surrounding his dating life isn't good for his image.

[meet-under-the-bleachers]

[They let out a sound that was somewhere between a scoff and a laugh]

huh, impressive that Rhone can still manage to talk shit about anyone with that silver spoon in his mouth and his head wedged up his own ass. that’s talent.

[littleerrandgirl]

I mean, yes he is decently spoiled, but if never want to live his life. His mother is devil spawn.

Made Damien isolate because Cyra was fucking in the library. Damien barely lives his own life, needed approval before he could date Angel, as if they're going to marry. She sees Damien as a failure waiting to happen.

I could do with some of his money, but I try not to envy.

[meet-under-the-bleachers]

you know a lot about him, huh? are you two friends or…

[littleerrandgirl]

Ah..

It's hard to tell, I'm not good at knowing where I stand with most people. He's kinder to me than he is to most people, I study with him, even most of our classes overlap—

[she puts setting spray on her face and pulls out a fan to let it dry]

I don't know if he'd call us friends, but he favours me over most people

[meet-under-the-bleachers]

yeah, i guess i get that, not knowing where the boundary of ‘friends’ really starts.

do you consider him a friend? his feelings about you aside.

[littleerrandgirl]

... Yes, I do. I'm kinda to him and he's kind in turn

That's enough for me

[meet-under-the-bleachers]

well then, that’s all that really matters.

you also muttered something about a “Porter”, as in Porter Solaire?

[littleerrandgirl]

Oh yes! Porter's my boyfriend!

[she initially perks up at the name but her smile falters]

… We're- going through a rough patch right now

[meet-under-the-bleachers]

[They sit up again, noticing how rapidly her expression shifted made their eyebrows furrow]

oh… i’m sorry to hear that.

would you wanna… talk about it?

[littleerrandgirl]

It's not a big thing, it's just the feeding aspect yknow.

I don't have all the blood he needs as a vamp and it frustrates him. I try to give him more but I can't be too dizzy for cheer. Not like I'm a flyer but still—

[meet-under-the-bleachers]

ugh yeah i’ve been there… it’s hard enough to function after being damn near drained, i can’t imagine having to do flips and shit after that too.

[They shudder a little and shake their head, as if trying to expel the idea completely]

you’re stronger than i am for sure.

[littleerrandgirl]

Thats the thing, you can't function. I used to pass out all the time at cheer until I put a boundary on it and now he barely talks to me—

It's invalidating i guess—

[meet-under-the-bleachers]

so he’s treating you like a blood bag instead of his partner?

it sounds like your boyfriend sucks.

[littleerrandgirl]

No no, I mean

[she sighs]

He is going through some things right now, so I don't blamehim entirely for it. I kinda just wish I could talk to him properly that's all. He really isn't all bad

[meet-under-the-bleachers]

alright, you’re the one dating him so i’ll take your word for it. but–

[They pause and let out a sigh of their own]

look, if i’m overstepping with this question feel free to tell me to fuck off, but do you like being fed on?

[littleerrandgirl]

[she goes blank for a moment, as if she's never thought about it before]

Not.. N-not necessarily, relationships a-are about compromise, this is my compromise

[meet-under-the-bleachers]

[They squint theirs eyes at her as if trying to make sense of that]

yeah, i don’t think the person who created that saying thought that “compromise” would include blood. you know… the stuff you need to live?

[littleerrandgirl]

[she picks at her nails subconsciously]

…What are you implying?

[meet-under-the-bleachers]

i’m not trying to imply anything, i’m saying it upfront.

sure he needs blood to live, but so do you, and you shouldn’t have to let him feed off of you if that isn’t what you want.

[littleerrandgirl]

[she opens her mouth to protest but closes it again]

… I want him to feed, it's just— [her body subtly tenses up] it's slightly uncomfortable, is all. I can handle discomfort

[meet-under-the-bleachers]

you shouldn’t have to “handle” it. if it doesn’t feel good it shouldn’t be an expectation at all.

[littleerrandgirl]

[she's visibly getting more and more nervous]

I suppose..? I don't know- He's a vamp so I have to, that's what I thought-

I'll ask him

[meet-under-the-bleachers]

[their eyes softened up a little bit though their brows furrowed closer together with worry, now recognizing how uncomfortable the conversation had made her. They stand up from their seat and walk to sit in the desk in front of her, turned back so they were facing her.]

hey–

[they look down to notice her picking at her nails, and they instinctively moved their hand to rest on top of hers.]

if this guys cares about you half as much as he should, then i’m sure he will listen.

[meet-under-the-bleachers]

[she sits down in the detention hall, visibly flustered, tears ruining her makeup. She takes out her books and attempts to get work done to no avail]

Come on come on

- @littleerrandgirl

[they look over at the new student sent to detention and their eyes widen a little at the sight of her. Aside from the tears running down her face, she looked extremely… put together. It wasn’t the usual look they would see in detention. They clear their throat trying to get her attention]

are you uh… alright?

[littleerrandgirl]

[She looks up sharply, hastily wiping her tears]

Yes-! I'm fine, sorry, goodness- Am I interrupting you?

[meet-under-the-bleachers]

[They cock their head slightly to the side]

interrupting… what? me sitting here in silence? you’re fine… or maybe not fine. you look like you’re about to have a on the verge of a panic attack actually.

[littleerrandgirl]

I-I just missed a project deadline- s-so now I'm here and—

[she stars tearing up again]

Sorry I've never been in detention this is going on my record-

[meet-under-the-bleachers]

fucking christ…

hey… it’s alright. it’s just one detention, nothing worth freaking out over, i promise.

[littleerrandgirl]

[she huffs]

I have countless people waiting for me for things, I can't be wasting my time in here-

Ugh, Porter's going to kill me, or just find someone else to feed on

Maybe if I get work done, I can get out early on good behaviour—

[meet-under-the-bleachers]

pfft- good behavior? this is detention not prison. it’s only an hour, no one gets out before that hour, so you might as well get comfortable.

[littleerrandgirl]

This entire school is basically a prison—

[she sighs]

Why are you here?

[meet-under-the-bleachers]

you’ve got a point there.

[they shrug and lean back in their chair]

eh nothing too interesting, i just started a fight.

[littleerrandgirl]

J-

JUST???

[she's fascinated that they seemed so laid back after saying something like that]

Ah I yelled-

Care to elaborate?

[meet-under-the-bleachers]

[they let out a little breathy chuckle at her shock over something that seemed so simple to them]

yeah, there isn’t much of a story. i bumped into this guy in the hallway, he decided to shove me about it instead of walking away like a normal person, so i introduced his face to the metal of a locker.

[littleerrandgirl]

So...

What the hell am I doing here? Why are we getting the same punishment-?

Also, you need anger management or something, that's not a normal reaction in that sort of situation

[meet-under-the-bleachers]

alright, he shoved me first let’s not act like he didn’t get what was coming to him. the guy is a prick anyways, someone needed to shut him up.

as for why you’re in here with me, i don’t have a clue. judging by your… everything, you’ve probably never done anything wrong in your damn life. detention for one missing assignment seems a little overkill.

[littleerrandgirl]

I'm going to take that last statement as a compliment, yes, I have never done a single thing wrong in my entire life.

You need to get into kickboxing or something, so you don't accidentally kill someone. I have a lot of connections, if that helps.

[meet-under-the-bleachers]

[They scoff and roll their eyes at her]

cute suggestion, but i already box. that’s why i won that fight. so maybe save your “connections” for someone who wants them, princess.

[littleerrandgirl]

So do I that's why I offered. Everything you say sounds like a threat, christ-

if you act this way towards every offer, I'm sure you're in here all the time. And my name is Sapphira, use it.

[meet-under-the-bleachers]

not every offer, just the condescending ones.

Sapphira, hm? i think “princess” is a little more fitting for you, but whatever you want.

[littleerrandgirl]

[she rolls her eyes]

So doo you have a name or what?

[meet-under-the-bleachers]

… i’m Tank

[littleerrandgirl]

Hm, fitting.

It's nice to meet you. Though I wish it could be under better circumstances.

[she gets a makeup wipe and starts cleaning her face]

I'm sure this is a stellar first impression of me.

[she finally cleans her face and starts reapplying her makeup]

Now that you mention it, your name does ring a bell...

You're a part of the Shaw Pack, right..?

[meet-under-the-bleachers]

it really wasn’t bad, all things considered.

[they lean forward to rest their arm on the desk and prop their chin up in the palm of their hand, watching her fix up her makeup]

and yeah, i am in the Shaw pack. i also feel like Gabe would kill me if i didn’t preface, my actions do not reflect anything about my pack i’m just a shithead.

[littleerrandgirl]

You have a lot of "shitheads" I hear - Damien often complains about an Asher Talbot, being a menace and the things surrounding his dating life isn't good for his image.

[meet-under-the-bleachers]

[They let out a sound that was somewhere between a scoff and a laugh]

huh, impressive that Rhone can still manage to talk shit about anyone with that silver spoon in his mouth and his head wedged up his own ass. that’s talent.

[littleerrandgirl]

I mean, yes he is decently spoiled, but if never want to live his life. His mother is devil spawn.

Made Damien isolate because Cyra was fucking in the library. Damien barely lives his own life, needed approval before he could date Angel, as if they're going to marry. She sees Damien as a failure waiting to happen.

I could do with some of his money, but I try not to envy.

[meet-under-the-bleachers]

you know a lot about him, huh? are you two friends or…

[littleerrandgirl]

Ah..

It's hard to tell, I'm not good at knowing where I stand with most people. He's kinder to me than he is to most people, I study with him, even most of our classes overlap—

[she puts setting spray on her face and pulls out a fan to let it dry]

I don't know if he'd call us friends, but he favours me over most people

[meet-under-the-bleachers]

yeah, i guess i get that, not knowing where the boundary of ‘friends’ really starts.

do you consider him a friend? his feelings about you aside.

[littleerrandgirl]

... Yes, I do. I'm kinda to him and he's kind in turn

That's enough for me

[meet-under-the-bleachers]

well then, that’s all that really matters.

you also muttered something about a “Porter”, as in Porter Solaire?

[littleerrandgirl]

Oh yes! Porter's my boyfriend!

[she initially perks up at the name but her smile falters]

… We're- going through a rough patch right now

[meet-under-the-bleachers]

[They sit up again, noticing how rapidly her expression shifted made their eyebrows furrow]

oh… i’m sorry to hear that.

would you wanna… talk about it?

[littleerrandgirl]

It's not a big thing, it's just the feeding aspect yknow.

I don't have all the blood he needs as a vamp and it frustrates him. I try to give him more but I can't be too dizzy for cheer. Not like I'm a flyer but still—

[meet-under-the-bleachers]

ugh yeah i’ve been there… it’s hard enough to function after being damn near drained, i can’t imagine having to do flips and shit after that too.

[They shudder a little and shake their head, as if trying to expel the idea completely]

you’re stronger than i am for sure.

[littleerrandgirl]

Thats the thing, you can't function. I used to pass out all the time at cheer until I put a boundary on it and now he barely talks to me—

It's invalidating i guess—

[meet-under-the-bleachers]

so he’s treating you like a blood bag instead of his partner?

it sounds like your boyfriend sucks.

[littleerrandgirl]

No no, I mean

[she sighs]

He is going through some things right now, so I don't blamehim entirely for it. I kinda just wish I could talk to him properly that's all. He really isn't all bad

[meet-under-the-bleachers]

alright, you’re the one dating him so i’ll take your word for it. but–

[They pause and let out a sigh of their own]

look, if i’m overstepping with this question feel free to tell me to fuck off, but do you like being fed on?

[littleerrandgirl]

[she goes blank for a moment, as if she's never thought about it before]

Not.. N-not necessarily, relationships a-are about compromise, this is my compromise

[meet-under-the-bleachers]

[They squint theirs eyes at her as if trying to make sense of that]

yeah, i don’t think the person who created that saying thought that “compromise” would include blood. you know… the stuff you need to live?

[littleerrandgirl]

[she picks at her nails subconsciously]

…What are you implying?

[meet-under-the-bleachers]

i’m not trying to imply anything, i’m saying it upfront.

sure he needs blood to live, but so do you, and you shouldn’t have to let him feed off of you if that isn’t what you want.

[littleerrandgirl]

[she opens her mouth to protest but closes it again]

… I want him to feed, it's just— [her body subtly tenses up] it's slightly uncomfortable, is all. I can handle discomfort

[meet-under-the-bleachers]

you shouldn’t have to “handle” it. if it doesn’t feel good it shouldn’t be an expectation at all.

[meet-under-the-bleachers]

[she sits down in the detention hall, visibly flustered, tears ruining her makeup. She takes out her books and attempts to get work done to no avail]

Come on come on

- @littleerrandgirl

[they look over at the new student sent to detention and their eyes widen a little at the sight of her. Aside from the tears running down her face, she looked extremely… put together. It wasn’t the usual look they would see in detention. They clear their throat trying to get her attention]

are you uh… alright?

[littleerrandgirl]

[She looks up sharply, hastily wiping her tears]

Yes-! I'm fine, sorry, goodness- Am I interrupting you?

[meet-under-the-bleachers]

[They cock their head slightly to the side]

interrupting… what? me sitting here in silence? you’re fine… or maybe not fine. you look like you’re about to have a on the verge of a panic attack actually.

[littleerrandgirl]

I-I just missed a project deadline- s-so now I'm here and—

[she stars tearing up again]

Sorry I've never been in detention this is going on my record-

[meet-under-the-bleachers]

fucking christ…

hey… it’s alright. it’s just one detention, nothing worth freaking out over, i promise.

[littleerrandgirl]

[she huffs]

I have countless people waiting for me for things, I can't be wasting my time in here-

Ugh, Porter's going to kill me, or just find someone else to feed on

Maybe if I get work done, I can get out early on good behaviour—

[meet-under-the-bleachers]

pfft- good behavior? this is detention not prison. it’s only an hour, no one gets out before that hour, so you might as well get comfortable.

[littleerrandgirl]

This entire school is basically a prison—

[she sighs]

Why are you here?

[meet-under-the-bleachers]

you’ve got a point there.

[they shrug and lean back in their chair]

eh nothing too interesting, i just started a fight.

[littleerrandgirl]

J-

JUST???

[she's fascinated that they seemed so laid back after saying something like that]

Ah I yelled-

Care to elaborate?

[meet-under-the-bleachers]

[they let out a little breathy chuckle at her shock over something that seemed so simple to them]

yeah, there isn’t much of a story. i bumped into this guy in the hallway, he decided to shove me about it instead of walking away like a normal person, so i introduced his face to the metal of a locker.

[littleerrandgirl]

So...

What the hell am I doing here? Why are we getting the same punishment-?

Also, you need anger management or something, that's not a normal reaction in that sort of situation

[meet-under-the-bleachers]

alright, he shoved me first let’s not act like he didn’t get what was coming to him. the guy is a prick anyways, someone needed to shut him up.

as for why you’re in here with me, i don’t have a clue. judging by your… everything, you’ve probably never done anything wrong in your damn life. detention for one missing assignment seems a little overkill.

[littleerrandgirl]

I'm going to take that last statement as a compliment, yes, I have never done a single thing wrong in my entire life.

You need to get into kickboxing or something, so you don't accidentally kill someone. I have a lot of connections, if that helps.

[meet-under-the-bleachers]

[They scoff and roll their eyes at her]

cute suggestion, but i already box. that’s why i won that fight. so maybe save your “connections” for someone who wants them, princess.

[littleerrandgirl]

So do I that's why I offered. Everything you say sounds like a threat, christ-

if you act this way towards every offer, I'm sure you're in here all the time. And my name is Sapphira, use it.

[meet-under-the-bleachers]

not every offer, just the condescending ones.

Sapphira, hm? i think “princess” is a little more fitting for you, but whatever you want.

[littleerrandgirl]

[she rolls her eyes]

So doo you have a name or what?

[meet-under-the-bleachers]

… i’m Tank

[littleerrandgirl]

Hm, fitting.

It's nice to meet you. Though I wish it could be under better circumstances.

[she gets a makeup wipe and starts cleaning her face]

I'm sure this is a stellar first impression of me.

[she finally cleans her face and starts reapplying her makeup]

Now that you mention it, your name does ring a bell...

You're a part of the Shaw Pack, right..?

[meet-under-the-bleachers]

it really wasn’t bad, all things considered.

[they lean forward to rest their arm on the desk and prop their chin up in the palm of their hand, watching her fix up her makeup]

and yeah, i am in the Shaw pack. i also feel like Gabe would kill me if i didn’t preface, my actions do not reflect anything about my pack i’m just a shithead.

[littleerrandgirl]

You have a lot of "shitheads" I hear - Damien often complains about an Asher Talbot, being a menace and the things surrounding his dating life isn't good for his image.

[meet-under-the-bleachers]

[They let out a sound that was somewhere between a scoff and a laugh]

huh, impressive that Rhone can still manage to talk shit about anyone with that silver spoon in his mouth and his head wedged up his own ass. that’s talent.

[littleerrandgirl]

I mean, yes he is decently spoiled, but if never want to live his life. His mother is devil spawn.

Made Damien isolate because Cyra was fucking in the library. Damien barely lives his own life, needed approval before he could date Angel, as if they're going to marry. She sees Damien as a failure waiting to happen.

I could do with some of his money, but I try not to envy.

[meet-under-the-bleachers]

you know a lot about him, huh? are you two friends or…

[littleerrandgirl]

Ah..

It's hard to tell, I'm not good at knowing where I stand with most people. He's kinder to me than he is to most people, I study with him, even most of our classes overlap—

[she puts setting spray on her face and pulls out a fan to let it dry]

I don't know if he'd call us friends, but he favours me over most people

[meet-under-the-bleachers]

yeah, i guess i get that, not knowing where the boundary of ‘friends’ really starts.

do you consider him a friend? his feelings about you aside.

[littleerrandgirl]

... Yes, I do. I'm kinda to him and he's kind in turn

That's enough for me

[meet-under-the-bleachers]

well then, that’s all that really matters.

you also muttered something about a “Porter”, as in Porter Solaire?

[littleerrandgirl]

Oh yes! Porter's my boyfriend!

[she initially perks up at the name but her smile falters]

… We're- going through a rough patch right now

[meet-under-the-bleachers]

[They sit up again, noticing how rapidly her expression shifted made their eyebrows furrow]

oh… i’m sorry to hear that.

would you wanna… talk about it?

[littleerrandgirl]

It's not a big thing, it's just the feeding aspect yknow.

I don't have all the blood he needs as a vamp and it frustrates him. I try to give him more but I can't be too dizzy for cheer. Not like I'm a flyer but still—

[meet-under-the-bleachers]

ugh yeah i’ve been there… it’s hard enough to function after being damn near drained, i can’t imagine having to do flips and shit after that too.

[They shudder a little and shake their head, as if trying to expel the idea completely]

you’re stronger than i am for sure.

[littleerrandgirl]

Thats the thing, you can't function. I used to pass out all the time at cheer until I put a boundary on it and now he barely talks to me—

It's invalidating i guess—

[meet-under-the-bleachers]

so he’s treating you like a blood bag instead of his partner?

it sounds like your boyfriend sucks.

[littleerrandgirl]

No no, I mean

[she sighs]

He is going through some things right now, so I don't blamehim entirely for it. I kinda just wish I could talk to him properly that's all. He really isn't all bad

[meet-under-the-bleachers]

alright, you’re the one dating him so i’ll take your word for it. but–

[They pause and let out a sigh of their own]

look, if i’m overstepping with this question feel free to tell me to fuck off, but do you like being fed on?

[littleerrandgirl]

[she goes blank for a moment, as if she's never thought about it before]

Not.. N-not necessarily, relationships a-are about compromise, this is my compromise

[meet-under-the-bleachers]

[They squint theirs eyes at her as if trying to make sense of that]

yeah, i don’t think the person who created that saying thought that “compromise” would include blood. you know… the stuff you need to live?

[littleerrandgirl]

[she picks at her nails subconsciously]

…What are you implying?

[meet-under-the-bleachers]

i’m not trying to imply anything, i’m saying it upfront.

sure he needs blood to live, but so do you, and you shouldn’t have to let him feed off of you if that isn’t what you want.

[meet-under-the-bleachers]

[she sits down in the detention hall, visibly flustered, tears ruining her makeup. She takes out her books and attempts to get work done to no avail]

Come on come on

- @littleerrandgirl

[they look over at the new student sent to detention and their eyes widen a little at the sight of her. Aside from the tears running down her face, she looked extremely… put together. It wasn’t the usual look they would see in detention. They clear their throat trying to get her attention]

are you uh… alright?

[littleerrandgirl]

[She looks up sharply, hastily wiping her tears]

Yes-! I'm fine, sorry, goodness- Am I interrupting you?

[meet-under-the-bleachers]

[They cock their head slightly to the side]

interrupting… what? me sitting here in silence? you’re fine… or maybe not fine. you look like you’re about to have a on the verge of a panic attack actually.

[littleerrandgirl]

I-I just missed a project deadline- s-so now I'm here and—

[she stars tearing up again]

Sorry I've never been in detention this is going on my record-

[meet-under-the-bleachers]

fucking christ…

hey… it’s alright. it’s just one detention, nothing worth freaking out over, i promise.

[littleerrandgirl]

[she huffs]

I have countless people waiting for me for things, I can't be wasting my time in here-

Ugh, Porter's going to kill me, or just find someone else to feed on

Maybe if I get work done, I can get out early on good behaviour—

[meet-under-the-bleachers]

pfft- good behavior? this is detention not prison. it’s only an hour, no one gets out before that hour, so you might as well get comfortable.

[littleerrandgirl]

This entire school is basically a prison—

[she sighs]

Why are you here?

[meet-under-the-bleachers]

you’ve got a point there.

[they shrug and lean back in their chair]

eh nothing too interesting, i just started a fight.

[littleerrandgirl]

J-

JUST???

[she's fascinated that they seemed so laid back after saying something like that]

Ah I yelled-

Care to elaborate?

[meet-under-the-bleachers]

[they let out a little breathy chuckle at her shock over something that seemed so simple to them]

yeah, there isn’t much of a story. i bumped into this guy in the hallway, he decided to shove me about it instead of walking away like a normal person, so i introduced his face to the metal of a locker.

[littleerrandgirl]

So...

What the hell am I doing here? Why are we getting the same punishment-?

Also, you need anger management or something, that's not a normal reaction in that sort of situation

[meet-under-the-bleachers]

alright, he shoved me first let’s not act like he didn’t get what was coming to him. the guy is a prick anyways, someone needed to shut him up.

as for why you’re in here with me, i don’t have a clue. judging by your… everything, you’ve probably never done anything wrong in your damn life. detention for one missing assignment seems a little overkill.

[littleerrandgirl]

I'm going to take that last statement as a compliment, yes, I have never done a single thing wrong in my entire life.

You need to get into kickboxing or something, so you don't accidentally kill someone. I have a lot of connections, if that helps.

[meet-under-the-bleachers]

[They scoff and roll their eyes at her]

cute suggestion, but i already box. that’s why i won that fight. so maybe save your “connections” for someone who wants them, princess.

[littleerrandgirl]

So do I that's why I offered. Everything you say sounds like a threat, christ-

if you act this way towards every offer, I'm sure you're in here all the time. And my name is Sapphira, use it.

[meet-under-the-bleachers]

not every offer, just the condescending ones.

Sapphira, hm? i think “princess” is a little more fitting for you, but whatever you want.

[littleerrandgirl]

[she rolls her eyes]

So doo you have a name or what?

[meet-under-the-bleachers]

… i’m Tank

[littleerrandgirl]

Hm, fitting.

It's nice to meet you. Though I wish it could be under better circumstances.

[she gets a makeup wipe and starts cleaning her face]

I'm sure this is a stellar first impression of me.

[she finally cleans her face and starts reapplying her makeup]

Now that you mention it, your name does ring a bell...

You're a part of the Shaw Pack, right..?

[meet-under-the-bleachers]

it really wasn’t bad, all things considered.

[they lean forward to rest their arm on the desk and prop their chin up in the palm of their hand, watching her fix up her makeup]

and yeah, i am in the Shaw pack. i also feel like Gabe would kill me if i didn’t preface, my actions do not reflect anything about my pack i’m just a shithead.

[littleerrandgirl]

You have a lot of "shitheads" I hear - Damien often complains about an Asher Talbot, being a menace and the things surrounding his dating life isn't good for his image.

[meet-under-the-bleachers]

[They let out a sound that was somewhere between a scoff and a laugh]

huh, impressive that Rhone can still manage to talk shit about anyone with that silver spoon in his mouth and his head wedged up his own ass. that’s talent.

[littleerrandgirl]

I mean, yes he is decently spoiled, but if never want to live his life. His mother is devil spawn.

Made Damien isolate because Cyra was fucking in the library. Damien barely lives his own life, needed approval before he could date Angel, as if they're going to marry. She sees Damien as a failure waiting to happen.

I could do with some of his money, but I try not to envy.

[meet-under-the-bleachers]

you know a lot about him, huh? are you two friends or…

[littleerrandgirl]

Ah..

It's hard to tell, I'm not good at knowing where I stand with most people. He's kinder to me than he is to most people, I study with him, even most of our classes overlap—

[she puts setting spray on her face and pulls out a fan to let it dry]

I don't know if he'd call us friends, but he favours me over most people

[meet-under-the-bleachers]

yeah, i guess i get that, not knowing where the boundary of ‘friends’ really starts.

do you consider him a friend? his feelings about you aside.

[littleerrandgirl]

... Yes, I do. I'm kinda to him and he's kind in turn

That's enough for me

[meet-under-the-bleachers]

well then, that’s all that really matters.

you also muttered something about a “Porter”, as in Porter Solaire?

[littleerrandgirl]

Oh yes! Porter's my boyfriend!

[she initially perks up at the name but her smile falters]

… We're- going through a rough patch right now

[meet-under-the-bleachers]

[They sit up again, noticing how rapidly her expression shifted made their eyebrows furrow]

oh… i’m sorry to hear that.

would you wanna… talk about it?

[littleerrandgirl]

It's not a big thing, it's just the feeding aspect yknow.

I don't have all the blood he needs as a vamp and it frustrates him. I try to give him more but I can't be too dizzy for cheer. Not like I'm a flyer but still—

[meet-under-the-bleachers]

ugh yeah i’ve been there… it’s hard enough to function after being damn near drained, i can’t imagine having to do flips and shit after that too.

[They shudder a little and shake their head, as if trying to expel the idea completely]

you’re stronger than i am for sure.

[littleerrandgirl]

Thats the thing, you can't function. I used to pass out all the time at cheer until I put a boundary on it and now he barely talks to me—

It's invalidating i guess—

[meet-under-the-bleachers]

so he’s treating you like a blood bag instead of his partner?

it sounds like your boyfriend sucks.

[littleerrandgirl]

No no, I mean

[she sighs]

He is going through some things right now, so I don't blamehim entirely for it. I kinda just wish I could talk to him properly that's all. He really isn't all bad

[meet-under-the-bleachers]

alright, you’re the one dating him so i’ll take your word for it. but–

[They pause and let out a sigh of their own]

look, if i’m overstepping with this question feel free to tell me to fuck off, but do you like being fed on?

[littleerrandgirl]

[she goes blank for a moment, as if she's never thought about it before]

Not.. N-not necessarily, relationships a-are about compromise, this is my compromise

[meet-under-the-bleachers]

[They squint theirs eyes at her as if trying to make sense of that]

yeah, i don’t think the person who created that saying thought that “compromise” would include blood. you know… the stuff you need to live?

[meet-under-the-bleachers]

[she sits down in the detention hall, visibly flustered, tears ruining her makeup. She takes out her books and attempts to get work done to no avail]

Come on come on

- @littleerrandgirl

[they look over at the new student sent to detention and their eyes widen a little at the sight of her. Aside from the tears running down her face, she looked extremely… put together. It wasn’t the usual look they would see in detention. They clear their throat trying to get her attention]

are you uh… alright?

[littleerrandgirl]

[She looks up sharply, hastily wiping her tears]

Yes-! I'm fine, sorry, goodness- Am I interrupting you?

[meet-under-the-bleachers]

[They cock their head slightly to the side]

interrupting… what? me sitting here in silence? you’re fine… or maybe not fine. you look like you’re about to have a on the verge of a panic attack actually.

[littleerrandgirl]

I-I just missed a project deadline- s-so now I'm here and—

[she stars tearing up again]

Sorry I've never been in detention this is going on my record-

[meet-under-the-bleachers]

fucking christ…

hey… it’s alright. it’s just one detention, nothing worth freaking out over, i promise.

[littleerrandgirl]

[she huffs]

I have countless people waiting for me for things, I can't be wasting my time in here-

Ugh, Porter's going to kill me, or just find someone else to feed on

Maybe if I get work done, I can get out early on good behaviour—

[meet-under-the-bleachers]

pfft- good behavior? this is detention not prison. it’s only an hour, no one gets out before that hour, so you might as well get comfortable.

[littleerrandgirl]

This entire school is basically a prison—

[she sighs]

Why are you here?

[meet-under-the-bleachers]

you’ve got a point there.

[they shrug and lean back in their chair]

eh nothing too interesting, i just started a fight.

[littleerrandgirl]

J-

JUST???

[she's fascinated that they seemed so laid back after saying something like that]

Ah I yelled-

Care to elaborate?

[meet-under-the-bleachers]

[they let out a little breathy chuckle at her shock over something that seemed so simple to them]

yeah, there isn’t much of a story. i bumped into this guy in the hallway, he decided to shove me about it instead of walking away like a normal person, so i introduced his face to the metal of a locker.

[littleerrandgirl]

So...

What the hell am I doing here? Why are we getting the same punishment-?

Also, you need anger management or something, that's not a normal reaction in that sort of situation

[meet-under-the-bleachers]

alright, he shoved me first let’s not act like he didn’t get what was coming to him. the guy is a prick anyways, someone needed to shut him up.

as for why you’re in here with me, i don’t have a clue. judging by your… everything, you’ve probably never done anything wrong in your damn life. detention for one missing assignment seems a little overkill.

[littleerrandgirl]

I'm going to take that last statement as a compliment, yes, I have never done a single thing wrong in my entire life.

You need to get into kickboxing or something, so you don't accidentally kill someone. I have a lot of connections, if that helps.

[meet-under-the-bleachers]

[They scoff and roll their eyes at her]

cute suggestion, but i already box. that’s why i won that fight. so maybe save your “connections” for someone who wants them, princess.

[littleerrandgirl]

So do I that's why I offered. Everything you say sounds like a threat, christ-

if you act this way towards every offer, I'm sure you're in here all the time. And my name is Sapphira, use it.

[meet-under-the-bleachers]

not every offer, just the condescending ones.

Sapphira, hm? i think “princess” is a little more fitting for you, but whatever you want.

[littleerrandgirl]

[she rolls her eyes]

So doo you have a name or what?

[meet-under-the-bleachers]

… i’m Tank

[littleerrandgirl]

Hm, fitting.

It's nice to meet you. Though I wish it could be under better circumstances.

[she gets a makeup wipe and starts cleaning her face]

I'm sure this is a stellar first impression of me.

[she finally cleans her face and starts reapplying her makeup]

Now that you mention it, your name does ring a bell...

You're a part of the Shaw Pack, right..?

[meet-under-the-bleachers]

it really wasn’t bad, all things considered.

[they lean forward to rest their arm on the desk and prop their chin up in the palm of their hand, watching her fix up her makeup]

and yeah, i am in the Shaw pack. i also feel like Gabe would kill me if i didn’t preface, my actions do not reflect anything about my pack i’m just a shithead.

[littleerrandgirl]

You have a lot of "shitheads" I hear - Damien often complains about an Asher Talbot, being a menace and the things surrounding his dating life isn't good for his image.

[meet-under-the-bleachers]

[They let out a sound that was somewhere between a scoff and a laugh]

huh, impressive that Rhone can still manage to talk shit about anyone with that silver spoon in his mouth and his head wedged up his own ass. that’s talent.

[littleerrandgirl]

I mean, yes he is decently spoiled, but if never want to live his life. His mother is devil spawn.

Made Damien isolate because Cyra was fucking in the library. Damien barely lives his own life, needed approval before he could date Angel, as if they're going to marry. She sees Damien as a failure waiting to happen.

I could do with some of his money, but I try not to envy.

[meet-under-the-bleachers]

you know a lot about him, huh? are you two friends or…

[littleerrandgirl]

Ah..

It's hard to tell, I'm not good at knowing where I stand with most people. He's kinder to me than he is to most people, I study with him, even most of our classes overlap—

[she puts setting spray on her face and pulls out a fan to let it dry]

I don't know if he'd call us friends, but he favours me over most people

[meet-under-the-bleachers]

yeah, i guess i get that, not knowing where the boundary of ‘friends’ really starts.

do you consider him a friend? his feelings about you aside.

[littleerrandgirl]

... Yes, I do. I'm kinda to him and he's kind in turn

That's enough for me

[meet-under-the-bleachers]

well then, that’s all that really matters.

you also muttered something about a “Porter”, as in Porter Solaire?

[littleerrandgirl]

Oh yes! Porter's my boyfriend!

[she initially perks up at the name but her smile falters]

… We're- going through a rough patch right now

[meet-under-the-bleachers]

[They sit up again, noticing how rapidly her expression shifted made their eyebrows furrow]

oh… i’m sorry to hear that.

would you wanna… talk about it?

[littleerrandgirl]

It's not a big thing, it's just the feeding aspect yknow.

I don't have all the blood he needs as a vamp and it frustrates him. I try to give him more but I can't be too dizzy for cheer. Not like I'm a flyer but still—

[meet-under-the-bleachers]

ugh yeah i’ve been there… it’s hard enough to function after being damn near drained, i can’t imagine having to do flips and shit after that too.

[They shudder a little and shake their head, as if trying to expel the idea completely]

you’re stronger than i am for sure.

[littleerrandgirl]

Thats the thing, you can't function. I used to pass out all the time at cheer until I put a boundary on it and now he barely talks to me—

It's invalidating i guess—

[meet-under-the-bleachers]

so he’s treating you like a blood bag instead of his partner?

it sounds like your boyfriend sucks.

[littleerrandgirl]

No no, I mean

[she sighs]

He is going through some things right now, so I don't blamehim entirely for it. I kinda just wish I could talk to him properly that's all. He really isn't all bad

[meet-under-the-bleachers]

alright, you’re the one dating him so i’ll take your word for it. but–

[They pause and let out a sigh of their own]

look, if i’m overstepping with this question feel free to tell me to fuck off, but do you like being fed on?

[meet-under-the-bleachers]

[The bathroom reeks of mango-lime vape air, and weed, it's dead silent except for a few coughs, and a pair of black Doc Martens can be seen from the large gap of the bathroom stall at the very end]

- @dis-generation

[The silence was interrupted by more noise. Rubber soles gently thudding against tile, a stall door opening, and the flick of a lighter before the smell of tobacco joined the cocktail of smells that already permeated the bathroom.]

[Tank takes a drag of their cigarette, as they exhale they look down to see the shoes of the person occupying the stall next to them. It wasn’t long before a piece of paper slid across the bathroom tile, into the other stall. A note that read…]

nice Docs

[dis-generation]

...

[A bandaged up hand grabs it gingerly. Silence comes from the stall before the distinct noise of backpack searching hits Tank's ears and pen on paper comes right after. They slide the paper back to the other stall, a small written reply that reads-]

Thanks.

[It's written in glittery blue pen ink...]

[meet-under-the-bleachers]

[It isn’t much longer before the note is slid back]

no problem. what class are you avoiding?

[dis-generation]

[There's an awkward pause before they take the note again, writing something down and sliding it back]

Financial Algebra.

[meet-under-the-bleachers]

[An audible huff came from Tank’s nose before they slid the note back]

ugh i don’t blame you.

[dis-generation]

[There's quick, slightly more aggressive writing before they slide it back over]

It's not like I'm even bad at it, it's just that the teacher is life-draining.

[meet-under-the-bleachers]

what are they a prick or just boring as hell?

[dis-generation]

More like a prick to me and only me

[meet-under-the-bleachers]

yeah i’ve been there, but i usually did something to deserve it. why does this teacher hate you so much?

[dis-generation]

He's obsessed with getting me to talk and fucks me over when I don't

[meet-under-the-bleachers]

fucks you over, like what he fails you in participation or whatever?

[dis-generation]

- fails me in participation

- give me zeros on my tests and tells me he'll bump up my grade if I talk

- straight up doesn't acknowledge me

- he's also one of the music teachers and hasn't given me a single role in any performances and calls my playing style 'boring'

[meet-under-the-bleachers]

jesus fucking christ. what a fucking prick.

want me to take care of him?

[dis-generation]

What's that supposed to mean?

[meet-under-the-bleachers]

nothing bad, he just sounds like he deserves to get his tires stolen or his car keyed up. maybe it will humble him. remind him he’s an underpaid teacher and not the tough guy he thinks he is.

[dis-generation]

[There's a huff of a laugh on the other side]

That sounds unnecessarily reckless and unsafe, but thanks for the offer anyway :)

[meet-under-the-bleachers]

[Tank hears the quiet huff and a small smile comes to their face]

it’s easier than you’d think. if he messes with you again or you change your mind just let me know

[dis-generation]

I will

[meet-under-the-bleachers]

i’m Tank by the way

[dis-generation]

Kihel. People call me Carter

Nice to meet you

Actually I haven't technically met you yet but

[meet-under-the-bleachers]

we can always change that

[An olive green backpack with various patches and pins on it, slides under the stall door. Not long after a pair of hands wrap around the top of the stall and the shifter has now pulled themselves up so their face was peeking up over the top of the stall]

‘sup

[dis-generation]

[They're just staring at them in confusion, headphones on, computer in lap, backpack to the side of them, and a bag of chips on the other]

[meet-under-the-bleachers]

[they let out a snort, amused by Kihel’s confusion]

what? you said we haven’t technically met each other, so now we’re technically meeting.

[they hoist themselves up more, and swing their body over the stall wall, landing on their feet.]

so, nice to officially meet you Carter.

[dis-generation]

[They give a small wave, still kind of awkward about seeing them face to face]

[meet-under-the-bleachers]

[They take a drag of the cigarette they managed to keep lit through them climbing over the stall, before holding it out in an offer]

you smoke?

[dis-generation]

[They shake their head, trying not to cough]

[meet-under-the-bleachers]

oh fuck, let me just…

[They toss their cigarette into the toilet]

there we go. sorry about that…

[dis-generation]

[They raise their hands up, starting a hand motion before quitting halfway throught and grabbing the pen and paper, writing something down]

You didn't have to do that.

[meet-under-the-bleachers]

[They tilt their head and look back to the piece of paper, only to shrug in response to what was written]

i know i didn’t have to but it’s a dick move to be blowing smoke around someone who doesn’t smoke themselves.

and what kind of first impression would that be?

[meet-under-the-bleachers]

Tanker, Can You Stay Back A Moment? It Won't Be Long.

I Promise You Won't Be Late For Your Next Class.

@delta-virginis69

uhh yeah… i guess. am i in trouble?

i didn’t even do anything this time…

[delta-virginis69]

Not At All, Darling.

I'm Aware That Some Of Your Pack Members Play Basketball. Since I'm The Coach For The Girl's Team, I'm Looking For A Team Manager To Assist Me.

I'd Like To Offer The Position To You Before Tryouts Begin.

[meet-under-the-bleachers]

me? why?

i– sorry that was kind of rude. i’m just confused. i’m probably the last person you should be asking to help out with extracurriculars…

[delta-virginis69]

[She gives an almost non-commital shrug]

I've Seen You Play Before, So I Know You Know The Game.

Why Might That Be? You Seem Plenty Trustworthy To Me.

[meet-under-the-bleachers]

[They narrow their eyes at her in suspicion. They didn’t know when Auva would have ever seen them play, but they brush that off for the time being]

no clue what gave you that impression. i’m in detention all the time, i constantly skip classes, and teachers just generally don’t like me.

[delta-virginis69]

[Her expression is unchanged, giving away nothing]

And Are Any Of Your Other Teachers Demons, Darling?

[meet-under-the-bleachers]

[Their eyebrows furrow in confusion]

uh… no i don’t. what does that have to do with this?

[delta-virginis69]

Simply Put, That's The Difference With Me.

[Her tone is light, airy, unconcerned]

Not Only Am I A Creature Who Senses Emotion, I Am Older Than Written History. It's Nigh Impossible To Hide Emotion And Intention From Me.

You're A Good Kid, Tank.

Not To Get Too Cliche But I See A Lot Of Potential In You. Where Your Other Teachers See A Troublemaker, I See Wild Energy That Can Be Used Constructively.

[meet-under-the-bleachers]

potential is one way to see it, i guess

[They cross their arms over their chest and look away from Auva]

…any perks that come with being team manager?

[delta-virginis69]

Extra Credit For My Class, For One.

Free Concessions Both At Home And Away Games.

Getting Physical With Anyone On The Team Who... Gives You Shit... Within Reason.

[She tilts her head to the side]

If There's Anything Else In Particular You'd Like, We Can Discuss It.

[meet-under-the-bleachers]

alright…

[They turn back to meet Auva’s eyes again]

you only teach a few classes in your classroom, right? most of the time you’re teaching in the gym?

[delta-virginis69]

[She doesn't sense an explicit agreement but she's glad they at least seem to be seriously considering it]

That's Correct, Yes. Why?

[meet-under-the-bleachers]

[They pause to think for a moment, before letting out a little sigh]

can i sleep in your classroom?

[Their eyes dart down to stare at the floor, seeming embarrassed to be asking the question in the first place]

only when there isn’t actively a class going on, obviously.

[delta-virginis69]

Yes, Of Course.

[The request has her taking a more concentrated look at their appearance. She picks up on the subtle signs of exhaustion, relatively fresh bite marks. She has to remind herself it's not her place to pry into her student's personal affairs. Offering the room whenever they pleased was her mark of support.]

I'll Provide You A Schedule Of When I'm Expecting To Need The Classroom And An Extra Key For This Door Only To Let Yourself In If It Happens To Be Locked.

[meet-under-the-bleachers]

[Tank quickly picks up on Auva studying them, and their hand instinctively tugs their collar up to hide any bite marks or bruises, before clearing their throat to redirect her attention]

you’re insanely easy to negotiate with, you know that? i expected a little more of a fight than that.

[delta-virginis69]

[She gives a wry smile at the assessment]

People Pleasing Is... Kind Of My "Whole Deal" You Could Say.

It Seems To Me Like You Expect The Kind Of Fight You Put Up From Everyone.

[There's no judgement in her tone, like she understands doing whatever you need to — whatever you can — to survive]

[meet-under-the-bleachers]

“people pleasing”? is that what we’re calling it now?

[They raise their eyebrows with a smirk on their lips]

[delta-virginis69]

Is That What We're Calling What, Exactly?

[She raises her eyebrows in return, tilting her head inquisitively]

[meet-under-the-bleachers]

you’re a succubus, right? i figured the kind of “people pleasing” you’d be up to would look little different.

[delta-virginis69]

Ah... Well, You're Not Entirely Wrong.

[She shrugs a shoulder, the wry smile returning]

There Is A Time And Place For That, However. Namely, Outside Of School Hours.

[meet-under-the-bleachers]

[They give an amused snort to her answer, and hold up their hands in a gesture of surrender]

fair enough, i’ve gotta respect the professionalism

[delta-virginis69]

[Her smile turns a bit more genuine as she gives a nod]

So, Can I Count This As A Yes, You'll Be My Manager?

[meet-under-the-bleachers]

yeah, alright i’m in. it’s not the worst thing to waste my time with.

maybe teachers will be more lenient with giving me detentions now

[meet-under-the-bleachers]

[she sits down in the detention hall, visibly flustered, tears ruining her makeup. She takes out her books and attempts to get work done to no avail]

Come on come on

- @littleerrandgirl

[they look over at the new student sent to detention and their eyes widen a little at the sight of her. Aside from the tears running down her face, she looked extremely… put together. It wasn’t the usual look they would see in detention. They clear their throat trying to get her attention]

are you uh… alright?

[littleerrandgirl]

[She looks up sharply, hastily wiping her tears]

Yes-! I'm fine, sorry, goodness- Am I interrupting you?

[meet-under-the-bleachers]

[They cock their head slightly to the side]

interrupting… what? me sitting here in silence? you’re fine… or maybe not fine. you look like you’re about to have a on the verge of a panic attack actually.

[littleerrandgirl]

I-I just missed a project deadline- s-so now I'm here and—

[she stars tearing up again]

Sorry I've never been in detention this is going on my record-

[meet-under-the-bleachers]

fucking christ…

hey… it’s alright. it’s just one detention, nothing worth freaking out over, i promise.

[littleerrandgirl]

[she huffs]

I have countless people waiting for me for things, I can't be wasting my time in here-

Ugh, Porter's going to kill me, or just find someone else to feed on

Maybe if I get work done, I can get out early on good behaviour—

[meet-under-the-bleachers]

pfft- good behavior? this is detention not prison. it’s only an hour, no one gets out before that hour, so you might as well get comfortable.

[littleerrandgirl]

This entire school is basically a prison—

[she sighs]

Why are you here?

[meet-under-the-bleachers]

you’ve got a point there.

[they shrug and lean back in their chair]

eh nothing too interesting, i just started a fight.

[littleerrandgirl]

J-

JUST???

[she's fascinated that they seemed so laid back after saying something like that]

Ah I yelled-

Care to elaborate?

[meet-under-the-bleachers]

[they let out a little breathy chuckle at her shock over something that seemed so simple to them]

yeah, there isn’t much of a story. i bumped into this guy in the hallway, he decided to shove me about it instead of walking away like a normal person, so i introduced his face to the metal of a locker.

[littleerrandgirl]

So...

What the hell am I doing here? Why are we getting the same punishment-?

Also, you need anger management or something, that's not a normal reaction in that sort of situation

[meet-under-the-bleachers]

alright, he shoved me first let’s not act like he didn’t get what was coming to him. the guy is a prick anyways, someone needed to shut him up.

as for why you’re in here with me, i don’t have a clue. judging by your… everything, you’ve probably never done anything wrong in your damn life. detention for one missing assignment seems a little overkill.

[littleerrandgirl]

I'm going to take that last statement as a compliment, yes, I have never done a single thing wrong in my entire life.

You need to get into kickboxing or something, so you don't accidentally kill someone. I have a lot of connections, if that helps.

[meet-under-the-bleachers]

[They scoff and roll their eyes at her]

cute suggestion, but i already box. that’s why i won that fight. so maybe save your “connections” for someone who wants them, princess.

[littleerrandgirl]

So do I that's why I offered. Everything you say sounds like a threat, christ-

if you act this way towards every offer, I'm sure you're in here all the time. And my name is Sapphira, use it.

[meet-under-the-bleachers]

not every offer, just the condescending ones.

Sapphira, hm? i think “princess” is a little more fitting for you, but whatever you want.

[littleerrandgirl]

[she rolls her eyes]

So doo you have a name or what?

[meet-under-the-bleachers]

… i’m Tank

[littleerrandgirl]

Hm, fitting.

It's nice to meet you. Though I wish it could be under better circumstances.

[she gets a makeup wipe and starts cleaning her face]

I'm sure this is a stellar first impression of me.

[she finally cleans her face and starts reapplying her makeup]

Now that you mention it, your name does ring a bell...

You're a part of the Shaw Pack, right..?

[meet-under-the-bleachers]

it really wasn’t bad, all things considered.

[they lean forward to rest their arm on the desk and prop their chin up in the palm of their hand, watching her fix up her makeup]

and yeah, i am in the Shaw pack. i also feel like Gabe would kill me if i didn’t preface, my actions do not reflect anything about my pack i’m just a shithead.

[littleerrandgirl]

You have a lot of "shitheads" I hear - Damien often complains about an Asher Talbot, being a menace and the things surrounding his dating life isn't good for his image.

[meet-under-the-bleachers]

[They let out a sound that was somewhere between a scoff and a laugh]

huh, impressive that Rhone can still manage to talk shit about anyone with that silver spoon in his mouth and his head wedged up his own ass. that’s talent.

[littleerrandgirl]

I mean, yes he is decently spoiled, but if never want to live his life. His mother is devil spawn.

Made Damien isolate because Cyra was fucking in the library. Damien barely lives his own life, needed approval before he could date Angel, as if they're going to marry. She sees Damien as a failure waiting to happen.

I could do with some of his money, but I try not to envy.

[meet-under-the-bleachers]

you know a lot about him, huh? are you two friends or…

[littleerrandgirl]

Ah..

It's hard to tell, I'm not good at knowing where I stand with most people. He's kinder to me than he is to most people, I study with him, even most of our classes overlap—

[she puts setting spray on her face and pulls out a fan to let it dry]

I don't know if he'd call us friends, but he favours me over most people

[meet-under-the-bleachers]

yeah, i guess i get that, not knowing where the boundary of ‘friends’ really starts.

do you consider him a friend? his feelings about you aside.

[littleerrandgirl]

... Yes, I do. I'm kinda to him and he's kind in turn

That's enough for me

[meet-under-the-bleachers]

well then, that’s all that really matters.

you also muttered something about a “Porter”, as in Porter Solaire?

[littleerrandgirl]

Oh yes! Porter's my boyfriend!

[she initially perks up at the name but her smile falters]

… We're- going through a rough patch right now

[meet-under-the-bleachers]

[They sit up again, noticing how rapidly her expression shifted made their eyebrows furrow]

oh… i’m sorry to hear that.

would you wanna… talk about it?

[littleerrandgirl]

It's not a big thing, it's just the feeding aspect yknow.

I don't have all the blood he needs as a vamp and it frustrates him. I try to give him more but I can't be too dizzy for cheer. Not like I'm a flyer but still—

[meet-under-the-bleachers]

ugh yeah i’ve been there… it’s hard enough to function after being damn near drained, i can’t imagine having to do flips and shit after that too.

[They shudder a little and shake their head, as if trying to expel the idea completely]

you’re stronger than i am for sure.

[littleerrandgirl]

Thats the thing, you can't function. I used to pass out all the time at cheer until I put a boundary on it and now he barely talks to me—

It's invalidating i guess—

[meet-under-the-bleachers]

so he’s treating you like a blood bag instead of his partner?

it sounds like your boyfriend sucks.