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[mcmorare]

@fircbug sent: i'd like to think that we're becoming friends.

Should she be making friends here? Katrina isn't sure. It's all temporary. She's only here to escape for a little while, and then she has to go back home. Home. Her parents. She needs to think about what she's going to do when that happens. She can't stay here forever.

"I guess." Cassie - very American name, by the way - is very different from Katrina. It's honestly a wonder the girl hasn't started to leave her alone entirely, all the pointed half-glares and sarcastic comments Katrina has made since their first conversation, but she seems to be relentless. Maybe there's something deeper in her with a little bit of edge. It's hard to be in sports without wanting to win, after all.

"Don't get your hopes up for any sleepovers."

[freezegirl]

[ 𝒔𝒎𝒔 📲 ] you're gonna be so shocked and embarrassed you ever doubted me

unhinged texts / @fircbug

[sent text ⮂ this girl is on fire (cassiebug) ❤️‍🔥]: so you say and yet you haven't told me why you're right and i'm wrong, which makes me believe that i was, in fact, right. right to doubt, that is.

[knowstruth]

@fircbug sent: what do you mean , you aren’t coming back ?

Rian has always tried to be so steady for Cassie, something solid for her to lean against when she needed, something safe that wouldn't collapse. He's a little shaky talking to her about this now. Trying not to be, but he is, just that little bit around the edges. Can't help it.

"Cass." How is he supposed to say this? That his odds of admission are fifty-fifty and his odds of getting out of the arena a second time are one in 24, if not less? That he's accepted it, at this point? What else is there for him to do but accept it?

"My chances aren't good. I know that." Hazel eyes won't leave hers, as much as it might be easier to, he needs her to know he's here. "But it's alright. Because I want you to get yourself and our families safe. okay?" It feels like too much weight to put on her. Again. He's always wishing he could take some of the weight off of her. "You've just gotta do your best. Like always."

[endknown]

# ENDKNOWN. a low activity indie multi - muse rp blog for muses from the paramount+ tv show SCHOOL SPIRITS. show & headcanon based. as written by lizzie ( 20s; she / they; est. ) A STUDY IN — wasted years & wasted youth, [to be added].

BLOGROLL — oddsfavorcd. spinnneret. fircbug.

MUSES —

stephanie ‘ stevie ’ scott. ( aka background punk ghost ). died 1998 after an unexpected brain bleed in the girl's bathroom. taylor hickson. pin.

mina [surname]. split river high's own phantom. died in 1987 after being crushed by an unsecured stage light in the school auditorium. kristine froseth. pin.

casey callahan. died in 2009 after drowning in the school pool. zoe colletti. pin.

[mcmorare]

@fircbug sent: see, this is the scene in the movie where you help me out.

"I'm not an asshole." Well, she kind of is, that's definitely true, but she's not a complete asshole. Not enough of one to leave behind someone who clearly needs help. Not this one, at least. Okay, maybe she is an asshole, but she's not being an asshole right now, and that's what matters.

Nevertheless, she pulls herself to her feet, making her way quickly over to stand by the blonde's side, pistol clutched in one hand. There's a glance out from behind the corner they're pressed up against. No one coming right now, that's good, but there will be soon enough. Can't relax yet.

"Stay ready. I don't think we have much time."

[knowstruth]

@fircbug sent: everyone’s staring at us .

"I know." It was hard for him to get used to at first, too, like he's on display, everywhere he walks a stage. It's what happens. For them. In an ideal world, he could become some sort of shield to spare her a little bit of it, at least right now, at first. But the newest ones always get the most of the limelight. Actually, in an ideal world, none of this would be happening, but that's not the world they live in. It's this one. Where his tribute is nearly pressed to his side, looking around with wide eyes.

He offers her a sympathetic look, something not quite a smile. "They will. They're just curious, it's human nature. But that doesn't mean you're doing bad, it doesn't mean anything." Easier said than believed, he knows. Maybe Lina would know something better to say right now. "No matter what happens, I'm gonna be here. Yeah?"

[freezegirl]

“i can feel the sand in my toes already.”

magenta voice: it's called sitting ↪ @fircbug

"cassafrass, be real for a minute---"

khione shoots the fire wielder an incredulous look. "---are you that certain we're gonna win this kamehamayhem contest thing?" there's faith and then there's faith and sure, khione prides herself on believing.

(firstly in her friends, and then in herself.)

but there's belief and being delusional - or, as some other people call it: being dangerously determined to be optimistic about one's chances.

the look on khione's face melts away just as quickly as it has appeared, however, and she shakes her head, chuckling. never let it be said that the ice queen can't thaw.

"you know what? fine. i'll play." she sinks down next to cassie, giving her the gentlest of gentle nudges. "i'll close my eyes and you can describe what else you feel - it may help increase our odds, considering you can feel the sand in your toes already."

[freezegirl]

“i’ve never seen you off your game like this.” maybe after a round of save the citizen??

★ / @fircbug

ramirez and hamilton look at each other like they can't believe they just won. normally they lose, and they lose hard. now, though, they've saved the citizen, and they stare, gobsmacked, as khione goossens sinks down onto the floor, defeated.

"you know how my parents are, you know, mostly out of town, right? and that farzana and jawaharel mostly drop by for dinner and call me every so often to make sure i'm not dead and actually doing the things i'm supposed to?"

when her friend nods, kie sighs miserably: "well, they're coming back home for a couple of weeks. mostly to check in and handle other stuff before they're jetting off again. so this? this is gonna be the norm for at least fourteen days. i really am sorry, cass."

[freezegirl]

“ let’s kick his ass. ”

shit the squad says / @fircbug

"that's nice of you, cass," kie says quietly, "but i don't want to earn another trip to the white room."

it's quiet in there. and cold, and lonely. it's sterile in there. she can hear her own breath and her heartbeat in her ears.

"besides, it's just... it's just lash. connor, i mean. his actual name is connor andrew truax. he's still pissed because i turned him down last year. anyway, at this point, i've heard it all before: i'm cold hearted, i've got a frozen soul, i can't feel a thing because i'm ice-kissed; anything you can think of, chances are, I've had it lobbed at my head at least once. i mean, last week, almost everyone thought i had claws instead of hands due to my gloves, so---"

slender shoulders rise and fall.

"---like i said, you're really sweet to offer, but i don't want to get you in trouble, either. in case you've forgotten: connor's mom teaches here. and she doesn't like me much. but i do think she likes you, though, and you shouldn't sacrifice that goodwill for me. not when you may need it down the line. we all know how these institutions work, don't we?"

[freezegirl]

✉ !!

five times texted / @fircbug

[unsent text ⥂ this girl is on fire (cassiebug) ❤️‍🔥]: sooooo, i just might've earned myself a trip to the white room. again. i'd say sorry, but i'm not. lash had it coming.

[unsent text ⥂ this girl is on fire (cassiebug) ❤️‍🔥]: you do realize i've got a schedule that would make most people weep, right?

[unsent text ⥂ this girl is on fire (cassiebug) ❤️‍🔥]: have you listened to disease and abracadabra yet? because i'm telling you, mother monster has done it again!!!!!!

[unsent text ⥂ this girl is on fire (cassiebug) ❤️‍🔥]: okay so if we did the roadtrip thing, where would we be going, exactly?

[unsent text ⥂ this girl is on fire (cassiebug) ❤️‍🔥]: exhaustion, thy name is, well, mine, i suppose.

[sent text ⮂ this girl is on fire (cassiebug) ❤️‍🔥]: honestly, i'm not too worried about the whole save the citizen thing. i think we got this, cass. love you.

[mcmorare]

"Right." It's hard to really be too subtle with fire - though, she hopes Cassie will keep it subtle enough that she doesn't end up getting singed. She can control herself and her powers. Probably.

One more look around the corner, brows furrowed, waiting for a moment. The figures are getting closer and closer. She doesn't want to get going too early, wants to wait and make sure there aren't any other surprises coming. Still just the two. Closer and closer.

"Okay..." One hand reaches for her pistol, stepping behind Cassie quickly as she speaks. "Now."

“either works for me,” cassie says. there's a slight grin on her face. “it's just... subtlety isn't really my brand, so they're going to know we're here pretty quickly either way.”

that was an understatement. her costume was bright orange with bright yellow stars over her elbows and knees for extra padding. not to mention that setting people on fire tended to lead to a lot of... distinctive smells. and smoke. and fire. did she mention the fire?

she was normally against hitting people who hadn't hit her — or one of her friends — first, but she'd seen the guns they were carrying. people didn't carry guns like that if they weren't intending to use them. and cassie might be a lot of things, but bulletproof certainly wasn't one of them.

[mcmorare]

The look Katrina gives her is flat and dry as sandpaper. She hasn't actually had too many sleepovers, her parents would only ever let her have them with her best friend Ariane, but Cassie doesn't need to know that. And her parents aren't here. Still, that doesn't mean she's about to go paint nails with miss sunshine anytime soon.

A party is different. That piques her interest.

"Hm." She's been to parties back home, little get-togethers in houses with parents away or in some spot in the woods hopefully far enough away not to be heard by any still-awake parents. American parties, she's only seen in movies. Obviously they're not going to be just like the movies, but still. "Alright. What time?"

“oh, come on,” cassie says. “doesn't something about me say just say ‘wow, i should have a sleepover with this girl?’” she smiles at katrina, readjusting her backpack. sure, katrina is prickly and closed off, but it's probably just because she's all the way on the other side of the world from her whole family and her whole life. cassie would probably be miserable if she spent a whole year away from her parents.

“okay, so i know you said no sleepovers,” cassie says. “but there is a party tonight. if you're interested. i think the rest of the team is going to be there. i could pick you up, if you feel like going?”

[mcmorare]

Well, Katrina hopes Cassie's ready. She'd better be. They'll find out soon enough.

The question earns a fast-turning head paired with furrowed brows, blinking for just a moment before answering. "Not a 10, but I would rather not test that if possible." Reina had used good materials, sure, but it always seems to be the better route if you can avoid being set on fire.

"As long as they're getting set on fire and not me." Another glance around the corner. Two individuals approaching this time. "You wanna wait until they get to us, or come out to meet them?"

“well, that's good to hear,” cassie murmurs, trying to keep her voice down. she wasn't sure exactly what the people chasing them wanted, but as a general rule, no one who had ever been chasing her like that ever wanted anything.

“don't worry. i'm ready,” cassie said, intertwining her fingers and stretching her arms out.

“by the way, on a scale of one to ten, how flammable would you say your clothing is?”