*EAGLE SCREEECH* (Cera)

[Iris Applegate]

The problem with Iris is that sometimes she gets carried away and when she gets carried away, she can become impossible to stop; like an off-the-rails train smashing through a china shop rather than a bull. It can be anything; productive, such as doing her homework, or destructive, ...like what she's doing right now.

Iris sketched on thick black lines with a (washable) pen under her cheeks, crouching on one of the thicker branches of her leafy perch. It wasn't high off the ground, she could definitely jump off the branch without hurting herself or anyone she 'might' land on. However, the surrounding branches were very leafy and any unsuspecting bystander would not be able to see her... until it was too late.

Satisfied with her war paint, Iris tucked her pen next to her weapon in her the breast pocket of her black and grey flannel shirt and shuffled her position, a few leaves becoming loose and slowly scattering at the roots of the tree and stones of the lake path. Crouching on her tip-toes, Iris prepared herself to jump on the next person that came along.

After about fifteen minutes, Iris heard the sounds of her victim's footsteps approaching and shuffled to the edge of her branch; waiting until the top of her victim's head appeared in the small gap between the leaves below her. She took a deep breath.... then jumped.

"SKREEE!" Iris released her war cry as she landed on top of the other being, somehow managing to pin them during the struggle that followed. Quickly drawing her weapon, another black pen, Iris hurriedly scrawled a mustache on her victim before capping the pen and sitting up; straddling the unfortunate soul that happened to wander into her trap. "I mustache you a question..."


(OOC: I hope it wasn't too controlling :I )

[Cera Lamprey]

Cera had never known any winter other than North-Eastern United States winters. As such, although the temperatures could rightfully be described as frigid she was still willing to wander out towards the lake on the edge of town. It was probably frozen solid, but that was fine; she could still enjoy the great outdoors bundled up in a strawberry patterned cotton quilted jacket and pink uggs. She'd brought along her MP3 player, loaded up with Pauline Black songs, which she was singing along to under her breath. 

She was too caught up in the lyrics to notice that anyone was in the leafy canopy above her until too late. The warning shout didn't give her enough time to scramble out of the way; a body fell from the sky and landed on top of her, shoving her into the cold ground. 

"Ow!" She objected, trying to shove her attacker off. They smeared something on her face and then...

"What?" 

She had no idea what was going on, but whoever was sitting on her didn't seem to actually mean any harm. And...also looked familiar. In one of her classes at Hammel, perhaps? 

"A question?"

[Iris Applegate]

Iris folded her arms smugly as her victim lay confused and bewildered under her, victory coursing through her blood - until it was clear that her heavens-worthy pun had gone straight over the girl's head. The red-head sighed long and loud, as if it were the poor soul's fault, and appeared to become a bit grouchy.

"I. Mous-tache. You. A. Question." She repeated slowly, unfolding her arms to move her hands in a reel-like gesture.

A slight wetness on her bosom broke Iris's concentration and her vision jerked downwards to where a black spot was seeping into her white shirt; growing larger with each passing second. The pen in her pocket had broke. 

With a theatrical gasp, Iris swayed and rolled off the girl in jerky movements, clutching at her stained shirt as if in great pain. "Y-You've poisoned me! You codswallop." Iris cried in anguish, rolling onto her back before falling still. Her head fell to the side, her eyes closed and her breathing appeared to stop. Acting~~

[Cera Lamprey]

Cera gawked up at the other girl, still not getting the pun.  "O...kay...?" 

But before she could react more than that her attacker was reeling, staggering about in agony and yelling something about being poisoned. 

"I didn't...!" She objected, scrambling to her feet. Her mp3 player lay among the leaves, forgotten for the moment. "What's poison control?" 

She had never bothered to memorize that particular emergency number. "Hnnnnnng. 911 it is," She muttered to herself, thrusting her hand into her pocket for her phone. 

[Iris Applegate]

Iris continued her oscar-winning poisoned performance; slowing her movements in order to see how the girl was reacting. Oh no. She's reacting wrong. Well, right if Iris was actually poisoned but very very wrong for acting!

"Wait! Dun' do it!" Iris rolled around until she managed to hoist herself into a sitting position with a great deal of effort. She huffed a few times, bringing her knees up to her chest to brush the dirt and leaves off. The redhead then keep one knee up and the other on the floor in a proposal-like stance.

Flicking two expert jazz-hands, Iris huffed again, clearly still out of breath with her now tangled hair making it hard for her to see straight. "Acting~"

[Cera Lamprey]

Cera dropped her phone in surprise as the girl leaped to her feet. It landed with a thud in the wet leaves beside her mp3 player. 

That was the second time this week she'd dropped it; she hoped it wasn't too scratched up. Would her parents even be willing to buy her a new one if the reason she needed one was because she kept dropping it? Maybe there was someone around who was good at repairing phone screens. 

"Oh, thank goodness, I'm glad you're not really poisoned. That was a very convincing performance!" 

Or perhaps it had only convinced her because of her preexisting gullibility but....no, that couldn't be it. 

"Are you practicing for a play?"

[Iris Applegate]

Iris brushed her tangled red mop away from her eyes with a sputter of irritation; just in time to see Cera drop her phone onto the grass-riddled ground. The redhead cast a raised eyebrow at the other girl - her hazel eyes scanning her with confusion. You don't just drop phones, it could damage them!

Iris bent her knees into a crouch, swooping the phone of the floor before holding it out to Cera with a flourish. Despite the ache in her legs and heavy pounding in her chest, Iris never seemed to run out of energy. It was both a curse and a gift. A curse for her brothers - who had to put up with her stunts - and a gift for Iris; her energy, not to mention insomnia, has helped her with many late night study-cram sessions.

"Thank you, but no. I'm not practicing for any play." She responded, pulling a few bits of crackled leaves out of her messy locks, still holding out the phone.

[Cera Lamprey]

"Thank you!" Cera gasped as the other girl handed her phone back to her. "You should be in the drama club!" 

Given that the other girl had said she wasn't rehearsing for a play, Cera assumed that she wasn't in drama club, which was too bad. She had a natural flair, and probably would have amazing stage presence. 

She rubbed her hand across her face, smearing ink across her cheeks and the back of her hand. "You could be....Macbeth. Or....Cleopatra, she got poisoned, didn't she?" 

[Iris Applegate]

Iris nodded in response to the girl's gratitude. She shuffled slightly on her feet as Cera continued to talk - the redhead was used to people yelling or scolding her for being weird, not suggesting clubs. "Eh, better not. Clubs don't usually like me." Iris shrugged.

The Hammel student bit her lips to stop from laughing as the older girl rubbed the pen's ink over her face; knowing or otherwise. Should she tell? It would be the right thing to do...

"Oh, Cleopatra poisoned herself. With a snake. Over a dude." Iris shrugged and lightly slapped her arms to the side helplessly. "I never understood that. Seems stupid."

[Cera Lamprey]

Cera wrinkled her nose as she considered the logistics of poisoning yourself.

"Maybe it was an accident and everyone just said she did it on purpose," She reasoned after a moment of contemplation. "but....being around snakes doesn't seem like a very good idea, even if you don't want them to bite you."

She paused, then rubbed her hands along her skirt, leaving a black streak across the pocket.

"Maybe especially if you don't want them to bite you."

In fact, unless there was a meta human around who could communicate with snakes, Cera could think of no reason to be around them.

"Wouldn't it be better to have the snake bite the dude if you were that upset..."