((OOC: Oh, that’s a lot to catch up on… you take your eyes of a thread for one minute (several months) and this happens))
Since they had been dating all of a couple of days and that this was really only the second time they had met – they hadn’t even had a first date yet unless this counted – Shawn was discovering new things about his girlfriend all the while they spent time together, and he hoped this would continue throughout the night.
The first thing he had found out about Anastasia so far? Other than the fact she looked amazing in red? He had a hard time keeping up with her.
That, or maybe the situation was just moving faster than normal. With seemingly no intervening time between his suggestion of heading to the kitchen to meet her friends and them being there he was being introduced as Anastasia’s “boyfriend”. That took him kind of by surprise by itself; not that he didn’t think they were dating but, it was nice to hear her say it.
Shawn looked around at the assembled party guests, hoping to see somebody he knew already or someone he could get along with. As much as he wanted to he couldn’t just spend the whole night with Anastasia, he had to give her time to be a good host as she said and he did want to make an attempt at making her friends his friends, if only to make the act of dating her easier.
Looking around the room he could see he was right in his earlier guess that not many people had turned up; there was Sebastien of course, probably best to avoid him if he could. There was Will whatshisname, good guy, but friends with Sebastien so probably not many chances to talk to one without the other would come up. A possibility though.
There was also Lisa… whatshername. Shawn had a passing acquaintance with her, as in she occupied the admittedly small pool of girls who fell between the categories of ‘no idea who she is’ and ‘hit on her/dated her, didn’t work out’. If he had to guess she was the one who had cried out about boats or ships earlier; she had always seemed like the quirky type. He could see why she and Anastasia were friends.
He might be able to talk to her at some point, maybe get to know Anastasia a little better in the process of making a new friend. He would just have to try and remember how to talk to girls without flirting with them.
Just pretend she’s like your sister, only less antagonistic.
Then there was Lu-SHIT. Lucia. Oh, she was maybe the worst person who could be at this party; excepting maybe one or two others. It wasn’t that Shawn had anything against Lucia, quite the opposite she seemed like the kind of person he would want to get to know. It was just that there was that incident… when he had tried to ask her out when she first came to the school… only she hadn’t quite grasped the language yet so… some of his flirting got lost in translation… very lost.
It hadn’t gone well. It had been ugly. Shawn regretted that day ever since, the way he had handled things hadn’t been the best. He had considered apologising a couple of times afterward, but she had seemed to go out of her way to avoid him since then and he had left it alone.
In any case there’s was the kind of dynamic where knowing they were in the same room, the same building, could ruin both of their evenings and probably the evenings of whoever was around them as they purposely avoided each other.
Shawn was just about to introduce himself to the group when several things happened in succession that just distracted him. First of all a new party guest arrived – Chris… something. Another member of the whatshisname family – with a literal bang as he collided with the doorframe in his haste. He seemed ok though, with no permanent harm. Then Anastasia started talking; possible random blackouts, no parents or sibling in the house, free food. Some of that was more alarming than the rest, but before Shawn had a chance to ask about any of it Sebastien got there first, revealing in the process that Anastasia had apparent hurt her ankle at some point.
That was news to Shawn, he frowned and looked down. Was she limping earlier? He hadn’t noticed. But before Shawn could ask about THAT, there was another distraction.
"I must poo," and there Lisa went, with what must have been the bluntest statement of purpose that Shawn had ever heard.
After that, everyone sort of went their own way, leaving Shawn with not much to do.
Shawn spent the next indeterminate amount of time trying to get into the party spirit; eating, drinking, being mostly merry, but there wasn’t much he could do in such an environment with such limited social potential. Will had disappeared sometime after Lisa and hadn’t reappeared. Lisa, thankfully, had reappeared so nobody had to spend any time wondering what was taking so long and why, with any mental pictures that might come with that.
Damn that girl and her brutal honesty.
He flitted about where he could, talking here, joking there, but with him purposely trying to avoid a third of the party guests he could only do so much. This led him to the present, leaning against the kitchen counter with a cup of the god-awful, both in name and flavour, SOTF Drink in one hand and the other tracing the outline of the playing cards in his pocket.
Too soon to break out the magic tricks? Yes, too soon to break out the magic tricks. No-one is near enough drunk for that yet. Magic was always more impressive when you were drunk; even more so if the performer was drunk.
Looking around the room there didn’t seem to be anyone around either, so he got up and took a walk around the house. If nothing else he could explore while he looked for someone. Unfortunately, the first person he bumped into was not Anastasia, Lisa, or even Sebastien, but Lucia. He stopped in his tracks, debating whether he should just turn around and walk away or just carry on past her… neither of which seemed like very nice things to do.
After a couple of seconds he’d made his mind up. Had to do this at some point, why not now? He let out a sigh and walked up to Lucia.
Program V3 Prologue
- Proud to be an American
Weapon: Brass Knuckles, Heckler & Koch FABARM FP6 Entry
- [+] Spoiler
Subject C05: Simon Matthews
Ability: Scorching Palms
Cause of Death: Shot by Ashlie Jackson
Team 13 D: Simon Porter - Silver Dragon Academy
Weapon: Stun Gun (6x Cartridges)
Cause of Death: Shot by Glen Bole
Orange Team No. 1: Vincent Sullivan - Detroit
Weapons: Digital Camera + Desert Eagle .50 (6/7, 7/7, 46/56 in Box) + SPAS-12 (7/8, 19/30 in Box) + 1x Walkie-Talkie + Bullet Proof Vest + Claymore
Discarded Weapons: 3x Shards of a Plate (On Tiffany Dexter's Body) + 1x Walkie-Talkie (Taken by Karen Ruiz) + Wooden Boat Oar (Left in the Forest) + Colt Anaconda .45 Magnum (2/6, 30/36 in Box) (Given to Brennan O'Brian)
Status: Finally dead
Cause of Death: Lack of medical care
M07 - Alex Henry - Alderbrook High School - Music lover, Theatre lover and Violinist
Current Score: 0
Cause of Death: Shot by arrow and then drowned
The Program V2:
M10: Aaron Chalmers
Quote: "Feels good. You did a great job.”
Cause Of Death: Head Bashed By Anastasia Flores
M11: Gerald Lawson
Weapon: Picnic Basket and Apple Pie
Quote: “Aww, man. You killed the Furby.”
Cause Of Death: Shot by Anastasia Flores
GH2 - Alice Young: Whittree Secondary School
Quote: “I made so many mistakes.”
Weapon: X-Force 850 Pro; 1 Arrow loaded, 3 ready to go, 7 in reserve.
Location: The Final Curtain
Status: Deceased - Multiple stab wounds
AE3 - Shawn Thornton: Davison Secondary School
Quote: “That’s what this group is right? Your plan? Another choice. A peaceful option. A different way.”
Location: Cursed, Hexed, Spellbound
Status: Deceased - Single gunshot wound
Second Chances V2:
Aaron Chalmers - All American 2.0
Quote: "Fuck off Michael."
Weapon: Philadelphia Derringer
Location: Say it with Firecrackers!
Status: Deceased - Shot through the heart