Any Ideas? (Becca)

[Lucah Ivaskov]

It was time to turn to that evil side of him. Okay, maybe it wasn't him, but it was his very good friend. Becca always had a good way of pissing people off and torturing the snot out of them. This was one thing that Lucah loved about their friendship. He could go to her if he needed to torture anyone. His target...his roommate Romeo. It would be easy enough, especially with Becca's help. She could either dig some dirt up on him, or she could figure out a way to screw with him. Damn, Luc couldn't wait to get his revenge after all the shit Romeo kept doing.

Romeo had passed his limit at the gym. Lucah was already in a really bad mood and he was hoping for a good calming run. He couldn't have that though because his dumbass roommate decided to ruin it. The princess jabs and the prissy comments were nothing. Once he brought up Belle and Luc's sex life, things got a little out of hand. One thing to remember, don't bring up a girl Lucah actually falls for (because it's rare) and don't say shit when he's already close to having a conniption fit. Just leave him be and once he's cooled off, then poke him until he snaps.

Lucah sat in the courtyard with his Yamaha acoustic in his hand. He'd finally mastered the art of the guitar and was practicing simple patterns he'd picked up. He was working hard on writing a song, but it wasn't happening due to his lack of muse. Jezebel gone, Belle gone, all muse gone. He set the guitar on his lap and laid back, looking up at the sky.

((OOC: Ugh it's short, but it'll get better as it goes on I promise))

[Becca Turner]

Becca had been having a marvelous time making the young middle schoolers believe there were spiders crawling out of their lunch. The looks of shear horror on their faces was a delight, and she honestly wished she had a better plan for them than reusing the old gag for the thousandth time. Eventually it would get old, or they would realize it was all an illusion put on by the nightmare of the school, but for now, the girl was getting away with it. And even if this lot did figure it out eventually, the prank could make a come back next year with a new lot, and the screams of terror would be her dessert once again.

But for now, she was putting all of her thoughts into reconnaissance on one Romeo. She didn't much care what he did to deserve it, as she wasn't in this for vengeance. She was in this business for the delight, but nothing was more fun for her than hurting someone who had annoyed or hurt or pissed off someone she actually liked. And Lucah fell into that category. He hung out with her. He accepted her unique quirks in a way most refused to. He was similar to her. And for that, she liked him and respected him. So when she'd gotten the memo to meet him, she had made it a point to figure out what exactly there was to do.

There were, of course, rumors about Romeo, but they had not yet been verified, and Becca wasn't going to go out on a limb with her illusions and risk later unhappiness of her own if the day terror wasn't going to work. She didn't trust rumors to be true. More than enough of them circulated about herself that were false (though many were true, not that she'd admit to that fact). No, she needed to catch Romeo doing something stupid and use that to her advantage. Still, even with no plan yet, she needed to meet with Lucah to discuss their options. After all, Lucah was almost as experienced in making other's lives living hells that he might have come up with something by now.

So she left the newbies screaming, surrounded by all the kind hearted goody two shoes and onto the grounds, sneering at several of the people she passed, and ignoring others. A small smirk fell onto her face as she spotted her friend lying in the grass half way across the courtyard with a guitar. She walked over, book bag sling haphazardly across one shoulder. Foot, meet ribs. Becca nudged a bit harder than was necessary to get his attention, but she had arrived, and Rebecca Turner was more than a little full of herself. One needed to notice when she made her presence known. "Hey. The song sucks," She flashed a small, but rather awkward smile in hopes he'd realize the insult was actually meant to be in jest, not sadistic fun. "Anyway. Any news on this whole situation?"

[Lucah Ivaskov]

Lucah opened his eyes to see the girl he'd been waiting for. He sat up rubbing his ribs with a frown on his face, but one that didn't meet his eyes. He set the guitar down and smirked, "Hardy har har, I bet you can't do better Bec." He said quietly. He'd known she was joking and was used to it. She managed to pick on him no matter what, though it was a friendly picking, not the sadistic cruelty she used with others. For that he was thankful.

The mentioning of the situation removed the smile on his face and his mood darkened when he thought back to Romeo. "Not yet. I don't know exactly what news I can find. I wish I had the ability to gather information easily, if only I had Rumor's help." He thought of the brutally honest blog and frowned more. That blog had screwed him over a few times, surely it would be able to tear Romeo apart too. The boy had to have something he regretted.

"Have you found anything that could be used against him? I mean there has to be something and between the two of us we should be able to find it. Maybe we could talk to other people that don't like him." He suggested with a shrug trying to think. He wasn't the associating kind, but if he needed to be, he had that charming ability of his that he got from his father. There had to be some way to figure out who didn't like him and if they had any information that would come back to haunt him.

But how to find such people? Finding people that didn't like Zachary LaRousse was one thing, they openly and blatantly said it all the time. But he hadn't really heard anything about Romeo.


((OOC: I'm so sorry this is late!))