Straight A Smackdown

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IceQueen

The Ball Python Queen
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MYTHICAL MEMBER
Posting Speed
  1. Speed of Light
  2. Multiple posts per day
  3. 1-3 posts per day
  4. One post per day
  5. Multiple posts per week
  6. 1-3 posts per week
  7. One post per week
  8. Slow As Molasses
Online Availability
Depending on my schedule I am on at various times during the week. Usually most reliable after 5, though sometimes I nap. Weekends are a free for all schedule wise.
Writing Levels
  1. Intermediate
  2. Adept
  3. Advanced
  4. Adaptable
Preferred Character Gender
  1. Male
  2. Female
  3. Primarily Prefer Female
Genres
Fantasy, Romance, Modern, Modern Fantasy, Possibly Sci Fi
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It was another normal morning for Rachel, sun shining like a bright and happy mother fucker. "So annoying." Rachel grumbled to herself, her long hair cascading over her right eye as she walked into school. It was quite early, at the least twenty minutes before class started, and most everyone else was either showing up or milling around. Rachel didn't have time for any of their 'social interactions'. She needed to go ask her math teacher about some of the equations on the test because the teacher's answers were incorrect. Walking back towards the lunch room, Rachel passed through the empty halls in silence, enjoying the sound of bird chirping.
 
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It was another normal morning for Rachel, sun shining like a bright and happy mother fucker. "So annoying." Rachel grumbled to herself, her long hair cascading over her right eye as she walked into school. It was quite early, at the least twenty minutes before class started, and most everyone else was either showing up or milling around. Rachel didn't have time for any of their 'social interactions'. She needed to go ask her math teacher about some of the equations on the test because the teacher's answers were incorrect. Walking back towards the lunch room, Rachel passed through the empty halls in silence, enjoying the sound of bird chirping.
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Hendricks cough, the breath in his lungs was knocked out and he wheezed. He sits up, dirt crumbles off his head and he dust off his grey tshirt. He stands finally, cracking his neck and starring at the rising sun behind some buildings in the distance. "This is Earth, huh? Disgusting." he spats at the ground, climbing out of the crater in the ground he made and he starts his walk to the city. Before he had left the Underworld, he was given the body of a 18 year old, and told to go to any motel or pay by the week motel and sign up for room 66, this room a direct line to hell and never worry about paying. He strutted down the street, passing the city sign.
 
Rachel had reached her first class in time to plug in her earbuds and start working on some extra credit work. The more she got done now the less she would have to do later. She had to tutor this afternoon as well, and work on her science grade. Right now science was dropping, though physical education was by no doubt her worst grade at a low A. But there was nothing she could do about not being physically active, it just wasn't in her time allocations to be such a way.
 
Rachel had reached her first class in time to plug in her earbuds and start working on some extra credit work. The more she got done now the less she would have to do later. She had to tutor this afternoon as well, and work on her science grade. Right now science was dropping, though physical education was by no doubt her worst grade at a low A. But there was nothing she could do about not being physically active, it just wasn't in her time allocations to be such a way.
By the time Rachel was done improving her grades for the morning tutorials, Hendricks had made it to the near by motel. It was crappy, smelly, and the water pressure was lousy, but it was a free place for him to live. He walks around his room, swinging his keys that were given to him in his hand, and stops as he looks at the end table. He walks to it, opening the drawer and finds a Holy bible, and proceeds to rip it apart. " Im bored." he huffs, plopping down on the bed. after doing some reading up about america, the standard teen went to school till they were 19, or had the required classes. since he was 18 hed be a senior, which is apparently the last year till graduation.
 
Rachel had survived till lunch. Lunch was a petri dish of germs and annoyance. She hated it with a passion. All it served was a time for her to fill her stomach and do more work. Rachel was really just ready to move on. Sitting outside underneath a tree, Rachel let the rock music fill her ears as she did the rest of her science homework. She needed a distraction.
 
Hendricks walks down the street, his toxic green eyes inspect every one that walks his oath, every sign to a store, every car and the nature around him. It was a quiet town, maybe 2,000 people lived here at most, which posed a problem. Though his mission was just reek havoc on the Earth realm, he wanted the attention of the world, but he wouldnt be so picky. he was just craving action, looking at every store he can rob, or every field of crops he can burn. He starts to walk next to a fence line, stopping in his tracks and he turns to look at the high school hed be joining tomorrow. It looked like a literal prison, limited windows and barely any outside picnic grounds. His eyes trail, then land on a girl sitting under a tree, her long hair covering her face, but Hendricks was intrigued.
 
Rachel was sitting under the tree when a form by the fence caught her attention. She stared at him for a moment, before looking back down at her work, tucking her knees up to her chest. She stared back at her work, deciding to mind her own business. She didn't need to be staring at someone annoying, and irritating. He was just another distraction, and from the glance probably a new student. She didn't give two shits.
 
He smirks, kicking some pebbles away and shoves his hands in his pockets, trying to get the day over with. The familiar bell rang at Rachaels school, forcing her to pack up and head back inside for the rest of her classes. She kept her head phones in though, ignoring the obnoxious yells and talking of her fellow classmates, or twats to be exact. Hendricks walked inside the front doors of the school, staring at the ceiling lights as he strolls to the front desk. an old woman, maybe late 50's with dyed brown hair to cover her grey ones looked up, a bit intimidated by him and she speaks up. "can i help you?" and Hendricks smiles. "Yeah. I need registration sheets.: he demands and she makes a confused face. "registration? its the middle of the school year, where are you coming from?" she ask. "Doesnt concern you. Now, the sheets?" hendricks demands again.
 
Rachael found herself spending the rest of the day working, going through all the motions that she was required to do. She wanted to get home so she could put on a sweater, and go back to her gaming group. She was going to grind levels until late before going to bed. Not exciting, she knew that, but playing games was better than sitting down and studying all night. She needed to stretch when she got home. Being flexible was the only thing that kept her phisical education grade up. At the sound of the bell ringing, Rachel headed down the steps and too her locker, where she pulled out her stuff and started heading towards the exit.
 
Rachel walks down the hall, the crowds of students all flooded and shoved, making their ways out of the school. By now it was pouring raining outside, the sky deep grey and gloomy, perfect weather for Rachel. Just as she is about to grab the handle to the front door, another hand grabs it, a bold pale hand. She looks up, meeting the glowing green eyes of Hendricks. He smiles, his perfect smile countered his cunning looks and he holds his registration papers. "Hello there gorgeous.." He says, wiggling the papers. " see you around.."
 
Rachel walked calmly through the halls until she was at the door. As the man put his hand over hers she immodestly retracted her own and slapped his away. She gave him a firm glare, not even moved by his attempts at flirting before shoving open the door. Her long black hair whisped behind her as she walked, not even bothering with an umbrella in this kind of rain. She just kept walking.
 
Hendricks made a face, almost offended by the girls response. He didnt expect her to be so...cold hearted. He scoffs at his thoughts, a demon being upset at some mortal being cold hearted. He stepped out into the rain, smiling a bit at the cold drops of water landing on his cheeks. he never experienced weather in the Underworld. He moved on, stuffing the registration sheets into his pocket and went back to his motel.
 
Rachel hurried herself home, even though her makeup was running, she was sopping wet, and she probably looked like a freak, she kept going. Pushing her door open, Rachel shook herself off like a wet dog. She went to take a quick shower before heading to do her work and then cram in a few games of overwatch.
 
Hendricks had run to the motel, making record time so he wouldn't ruin the only clothes he had for a while. He get inside, tossing the papers to the table. He walked to the tv, ripping one of the antennas off the top, and walked back out into the rain. He looked like freak strolling through the rain, but he had no other way to get around. He walked across the high way, and went to the Walmart.
 
Rachel had put up her feet in her dark purple room, headphones plugged in. She had her hair pinned back, glossy blue eye staring down at her work as she went. She didn't have much left to do, so at this point she was mostly doodling and doing less work. She wanted to punch that man from earlier for being a flirtatious asshole.
 
Hendricks walks into the quiet Walmart, whistling a song as he dragged the antenna behind him. He looks up, making eye contact with the black security cameras. Usually if he had his powers, he'd just fry the system, but his powers were very limited now. He walks to the security room, seeing a sleeping oaf of a guard. He turns into black smoke, seeping inside the room and he forms back to his human state. Very quietly and gently he unplugs all the camera routes, plucking out the flash drive with the day's camera footage and smashes it in his hands quietly.
 
* the next day*

Hendricks walts into the front doors of the school, plopping the registration sheets on the front desk, winking to the old lady as she only glared at him. He wore brand new loafers, black jeans and dark blue button up, styling his hair. He wanted to make a good first impression so they'd never suspect him of future issues. "Did you hear about the Walmart robbery yesterday?" -"yeah, heard they stole a shit ton of stuff!" Some students converse, making Hendricks snicker to himself.
 
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