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RORY CASKEY (IBVS OC SHITTY INTRODUCTION)

(i apologize for any misspellings in advance, its almost 1am)

Rory was always a flashy kid, with an interesting sense of fashion and an odd interest in circus folk. Rory adored Clowns, Jesters, and else what. It was a guilty interest, and he even did some outfit-making just to make his clown outfit. It was an easy getaway – with the facepaint – to hide the scar on his nose. He had broken his nose when he was younger, and it had been a little messed up since– the reason for breaking it was his mom, but that was another story.. The small, slender, five foot and five inches teenager with thick skin had recently moved from Florence, Italy- where he once lived in a small apartment - two bedroom, one bath - a comfy area with his father. Rory’s parents had split when he was little, as a child of divorce; he always thought that the problem was him when it came to that stuff. According to his mother, she was fine and all right without an obnoxious child in her life. When his two parents split, he first lived with his mom who was kind of a smoker, and an alcoholic. He always smelt of smoke every time he went to those schools in Italy, always accused of smoking on the grounds or burning stuff during recess. Once his father got custody and him out of that horrible place, he finally felt free. His father let him express himself as much as possible– that was until his stepmother stepped into the sudden picture. She was freaky and a bit suspicious; pretty sure she had a job as an accountant.

Father always bought her little gifts – despite getting nothing in return – back when they were close and still together. Rory was pretty sure he remembered that lady's name as Lesley- or just Les to his dad. Les was a snappy, know-it-all, Pinterest woman; his father seemed to have a type. Rory's father's name wasn’t very brought up – he only worked small jobs to keep their living up in Italy – was Kieran Caskey, a not-very-wealthy, friendly goofball who always knew everyone in their neighborhood. A job offered seemed to pop up somewhere in California, so a flight there would be a hassle, but it was decently paying for somewhere in the United States. Rory always wondered how long they would last in such a shitty place, but he concurred along with his father anyways.

The ride to the US took ages, Rory couldn’t tell if it took 16 hours or days to just arrive there. His father already seemed to manage to find a house for sale along a block, and a nice school that should fit for Rory. Rory packed as much as he could in the bags he took with him, which were his special paints his dad always stored him with, a canvas, a sketchbook with watercolors- and of course clothes and two pairs of shoes. Rory always wore these clothes with these bright colors– especially with his shirts. His favorite was by far his yellow, blue, and red button-up shirt that had colors whirling around. Rory loved toying around the mediums, mostly paint - by favorite was watercolor. Watercolor was so appealing to him in ways he couldn’t figure it, kind of as if it drew to him.

He’d been in the US for about a couple weeks now, and the school was kind of crappy. The name was Foxfield High School, which is amusing because who names a school after an animal and a field? That makes no sense to Rory, in no way possible. The bathrooms were always a mess – what do you expect in boys bathrooms? They are usually the most disgusting shit ever. He’d been called a few names, and wasn’t very social; but he had gone unnoticed by almost everyone around since he came. Just being called ‘Newbie’ or something along the lines of ‘Leprechaun’ a few times from his ginger hair and his origins. It wasn’t very amusing to Rory that he’d been called these names- besides there was a bundle of jocks that would push past him every now and again and call him ‘ginger’, or ‘laddie’, or something of that nature. They were accordingly lead by their one dumb leader who was always picking fights with the other jocks – and had very terrible ideas that USUALLY failed – called Felix Wolfe. His groupees were called The Packe, which was weird because this school had Fox in the name. The school king, which – what the fuck is a school king in the first place – was Edward Quinton. Edward shot Rory a few glares sometimes, nothing really personal, only because Rory was nosy and had to stick his nose into everything.

Today was different, it was slightly raining during the school morning, the sky was clouded and sad with grays and saturated blue tones. Rory walked the halls of Foxfield, doing his best to avoid the groups of people stacking in the halls heading towards their homerooms. The school king kind of guy approached Rory, which was unassuming and awkward for Rory due to his awkward conversations– he didn’t know whether to be scared that he was being nosy again and he needed to be told something or what, but it was strange.

“You.” Eddie spoke with an annoyed tone, Cody and Justin looking at each other with a great big smile on their faces, pretty innocent so far. “You need to come with me.” He spoke a little harshly, but nothing of hate in his eyes.

Rory just blinked a couple of times before opening his mouth to speak. “What do you mean ‘I need to come with you’?” Rory hesitated to speak, his accent still very clear in his voice.

“If you don’t come with us there will be consequences,” Edward threatened, but Rory could tell there was nothing behind that thinly veiled threat.

“...Uh-huh.” Rory responded, kind of looking to the side with his light green eyes, he decided to wear his favorite and lucky shirt today, and it was already like his luck was running out.

Edward started to walk ahead, and until Rory began walking the other guys followed close behind Rory as for no get-away. This was a very strange interaction. Justin picked inside a bag of chips, a quick snack– Rory already picked up this guy would stress eat or something, it wasn’t weird.

Cody laughed, “Oh, we are so going to do this, bro!” Cody looked at Justin who just looked back at him as he stuffed his face with the fries.

Edward shooed the jocks off after they arrived at a place with conveniently not many people around, and gave Cody and Justin a look which sent both Jocks heading for the door, guarding it as if they were some sort of knight.

“Do you know of the supernatural? The strange?” He picked at Rory, furrowing an eyebrow as his brown eyes directed at the green-eyed, ginger boy.

“Not really.” Rory shrugged, “I think you’re reading too many fantasy books.” Rory accused.

“Are you sure? Because I am pretty sure I saw you at a specific park, a specific time, walking through some graffiti on the wall.” Edward retorted quickly, his eyes a little more with annoyance as the flashy boy just stared.

“What ‘specific’ park, and time – and what are you on about?” Rory hated to admit that he did something in the open he shouldn't have, and being accused of it so quickly was weird. He really just needed to get on the other side of town for an ice cream.

“Oh my god.” Edward brought a hand up to pinch two fingers on his nose. “It’s like dealing with Ink all over again.” He muttered coldly.

Rory almost forgot everyone had a nickname from the school king- everyone but Rory.

“What’s your name?” Edward asked, pulling the hand away from his face, putting his hands on his hips.

“...Uh, Rory Caskey.” He responded with a hint of worry as he winced at the sound of his name in his own voice.

“Oh, Amusing,” A voice said, hanging around the bleachers – coming out of the back of them with a decorated bag and a put-up hairstyle. He had beautiful yellow eyes, and a freckled face.

“Really, Ink? Do you always have to show up?” Eddie grumbled, looking towards the casually-styled teenager

Conveniently, Isaac just smiled with a tilt of his head. “I was bored.” He stated simply. “Was this kid part of your intuition?” He asked so calmly, as if it was normal.

“Kind of,” Ed responded simply, “and I caught him using his powers.”

“Oh, fun,” Isaacs yellow gaze turned towards Rory. Rory couldn’t help but give a sour expression, “He’s not scary, more of a loser.” Isaac stated, “You’ll be fine.”

“...Uh huh.” Rory gave an awkward smile, his shoulders tense as he was being accused.

“As I was saying,” Edward started again, “You are the, or well - a supernatural, you’re one of us.” Eddie opened his arm to hold it towards Isaac who gave a grimace and lightly swatted his hand away, then at himself. “I’m Edward Quinton Or Error. This is Ink–”

“Yeah, thanks Error, I can introduce myself.” Isaac scoffed.

What was this? Some Disney movie? This was stupid, this conversation and all. Rory's ears felt hot with embarrassment as these guys apparently called themselves ‘just like him’. Who did they think they were?

“You said you were Rory Caskey?” Eddie tried to crack a smile. “How does Casket sound?”

“Woah, isn’t that not a friendly name.” Ink rolled his eyes, “What name is Casket? You put dead guys in a ginger boy?”

“Ink, shut… the fuck up.” Eddies hands balled up as he shot a glare towards Beamer.

“I kind of like it?” Rory spoke, it was somewhat better than something like ‘leprechaun’.

“To show you we are nothing like the FBI–” Edward started

“Or men in black,” Ink added, “I’ll show you my power, you can explain yours. Hmm?” Eddies' cracked smile only got more jagged as it felt awkward, but least to say he was excited to hear about it all.

“I thought we weren’t supposed to–”

“Shut the fuck up, Ink.” Edward glared.

Rory looked between the two, they felt as if they were an old couple fighting– not even a couple, or friends for that matter so it seemed. It kind of made Rory shutter with them bickering at each other little bits at a time. Edward took a deep breath as strings shot from the tips of his hands, and dragged a board in front of the door of said room. Rory almost jumped and froze as he watched it whizz past him and drag things so easily as if they had no weight to them.

“Now do you believe us?” Isaac accused, lifting a brow. Obviously he picked up on Rory hesitancy, but it was fast.

“Uh, sure, I guess…?” Rory responded with still tensed shoulders, even more tense with the new information. Lord, Rory didn’t like change- but he could deal.

“Now explain yours?” Edward asked as politely as possible, even if it didn’t come off as so.

Rory hesitated before looking down, “Uh.”

“He doesn’t know you,” Isaac rolled his eyes, “He won’t tell you.”

Rory opened his mouth to speak, but a small whimper came out, then he began talking– “I can walk through anything painted like. Spray Paint on a wall, a large or small canvas, anything with a wink of paint on it I can walk through.” Rory started, that had only been a very first.

Edwards eyes lit with excitement, “what an interesting power.” He whispered to himself, taking a careful mental note.

“There’s another too.” Rory started again, “I can take your memories, and place it into a hologram– but not really a hologram?” He stuttered, tripping over his words already. “They are like a screen of watercolor paint, kind of printing your memory onto real life ground.”

“Convenient, he responded.” Isaac said with a monotone voice. “And he’s already got both powers.” Isaac looked towards Edward who was taking a mental note of everything just said to him. “Do not ask this guy–”

“I’m starting a supernatural club,” Edward started briskly, “Do you want to join?” He offered. “It’s labeled IBVS–”

“A very lame name,” Isaac added. “But a needed abbreviation.”

The ginger boy shrugged his shoulders, “I-I guess?” He stumbled over his words a bit, but he agreed anyway.

“Are you dudes done there?!” Cody called, “Teachers are getting sus-pic-ious!” He said suspicious very slowly, but it was obvious what he was trying to do.

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