“Love” at First Sight (Vincent)

[Harmony Muller-Barton]

The first time Harmony saw Vincent was when she was out with her uncle at the mall. He had taken her there to the music store to pick up a few cd’s. As they were walking back to their care, Harmony saw an older boy arguing loudly to one of the security guards.

“The sign clearly says No Shirt, No Shoes, No Service. There’s not one word about if I have to wear pants.”

Although Harmony wasn’t one for running around in her underwear, she couldn’t help but giggle at the way the boy was making the man’s face turn bright red. It was just so awesome to see someone causing so much fury in a member of authority.

But Josef had led her quickly away from the pants-less boy before Harmony could catch anymore of the conversation.

It wasn’t until a week later that Harmony saw him at Hammel. This time he was spraying random students in the face with silly string and laughing wildly as they screamed or stormed away. She’d considered skipping her training session just to watch him, but she’d skipped the past two and she didn’t want to risk her mother getting called.

That night in her dorm room, she lay awake wondering how she could track him down. It wasn’t just that he was cool…he was…kind…cute. At first she’d hated herself for admitting the feeling. But this wasn’t the same kind of cute that she tormented other girls her age for feeling. This was the cool kind. After all, it wasn’t that she wanted to kiss him…at least not yet…she just wanted to be around him. A lot. He wasn’t like other boys, all preppy and goody-two-shoed. He was a rebel. A cute rebel.

So the next day, she’d spent the morning peaking in classrooms and student lounges hoping to see him around. It wasn’t until the afternoon that she spotted him at the end of the hallway.

“Hey you,” she said, running towards him. Once she was next to him, though, she realized she didn’t know what she was supposed to say next. She started to blush a little as she looked for the words. “I..uh…saw you without your pants…”

[Vincent Verax]

Vincent had not gone to class today, like usual. No, he'd opted to do something much more entertaining. And what was that, you ask? Why, he'd taken his remote control toy monster truck to school with him and drove it through the hallways purposely trying to run into peoples legs or over their feet.

But Vincent, being a bearboy of very little brain, was not to remain amused for too long. His monster truck was pretty freaking awesome, that much was true, but it wasn't awesome enough. So with a roll of tape, a few choice supplies from his backpack, and a little bit of diligence, Vin sat on the floor and began to decorate.

When he was finished, the truck was... the image of inappropriate. Not only had he tried to draw flames along the sides with sharpie, but he'd also used the table to attach several sparklers along the top edge. (What was a monster truck without some pyrotechnics, huh?) By far, the most... prominent and horrific addition to the monster truck was pale pink, plastic, and phallic. And that's all I'm going to say on the matter.

Looking incredibly pleased with his abomination, Vincent stood up and readied both his lighter and his remote. He lit the ends of the sparklers, then pushed the accelerator forward as far as it would go, the wheels spinning before it gained traction and the truck zoomed off down the hall. He did a few donuts before he noticed a girl running his way and steered the truck at her, giggling maniacally the whole while. And when he drove it directly into her leg, he cheered triumphantly.

"Sup?" He greeted her with a nod of his head when she finally approached. "Ya like m'truck?" A grin had spread over the entirety of his face and were it possible, it would have grown even bigger when she mentioned she saw him without pants. "Yeah? Didja like whatcha saw?" Wiggling his eyebrows in a goofy manner, Vin drove the truck back over and parked it by Harmony's feet.

No, Vincent doesn't tone his antics down around the younger generation! Why would you even think that?

[Harmony Muller-Barton]

Harmony had no idea what the pink thing taped on the monster truck was, but sparklers and flames she could understand. And appreciate. She nodded her head emphatically at his question. “It’s awesome,” she said. “Looks like the perfect thing to chase a bunch of idiots around with…or a teacher.” She grinned up at Vincent, hoping that he could see that she didn’t belong in the ‘idiot students’ category.

“Yeah…I…You were arguing with a security guard at the mall,” she said, trying to explain as she giggled at the older boy’s wiggling eyebrows. “I woulda stopped to help out, but my lame-o uncle made me leave.” She stuck out her tongue in disgust so Vincent would have no doubt how she felt about her uncle.

Again, Harmony wasn’t sure what to say next. She wanted so badly for this boy to think she was cool. And if you had asked her, she probably couldn’t have explain entirely why. But she knew that she needed to and that was enough for her.

“Can I try?” she asked, holding her hand out towards the truck’s remote control. She grinned at the idea of seeing Dr. Neville or Angie walking down the hallway. It would be perfect to run them down with this truck. Glancing up at Vincent with hopefully, puppy dog eyes, she hoped he would say yes.

[Vincent Verax]

Vincent's manic grin doubled in size when Harmony complimented his horrific creation. Of course he already knew it was freaking awesome, but he really liked it when others appreciated his work. He's a creature made solely of ego, as we're all well aware. And when she suggested that it be used to harass idiots and teachers alike, well, he knew right then and there that this girl was a keeper. "I like th'way ya think." Anyone who wanted to wreak havoc on the Hammel population was a-okay in his books.

His face wrinkled up as he thought back to the encounter in question and after a moment he started laughing in a particularly hyena-like manner. "Aw man, that was a good one." It had also led to him being forcibly escorted off Mall property, but Vin still considered it a success. "Ya shoulda told yer lame-ass uncle ta blow ya, then kicked 'im in th'back of th'knee."

For the record, nobody should ever do what Vincent tells them to do. Ever. Especially not little girls. Even more especially not little girls with Josef Muller as their uncle.

But Vincent didn't know this. It was just one of the many things he didn't know because he's stupid and immature and always gets himself into terrible situations. This, however, was an awesome situation, and he proudly handed the remote to Harmony. "TOTALLY!" He was grinning madly again, then pointed out the joysticks. "This one's ta make it go forwards an' backwards, an' this ones fer th'steerin' side ta side. Bonus points if ya make someone scream." He nudged her with his elbow.

[Harmony Muller-Barton]

Harmony’s grin mirror the older boy’s as he gave her a compliment of her own. Although she still wasn’t exactly sure what all of the truck’s decorations, if Vincent liked the way she thought then she wasn’t going to worry about little details like that. She was actually beaming at the thought that someone much older, and much cooler, hadn’t already told her to run off and play or something. It was always nice to meet someone who could see that she wasn’t as dumb as the rest of the girl’s her age.

“I’ll have ta remember that for next time,” she said, joining in his laughter. Although it wasn’t the first time she’d wished she had kicked her uncle in the knee, she made a mental note to tell him ‘blow me’ (although she wasn’t sure what that meant either) next time he got on her nerves.

“Awesome!” Harmony said, taking the remote from him. “Do I get more points if I make a guy scream?” Because of course nothing was more hilarious that hearing a boy scream like a little girl. She tested about the controls a little before making it speed off down the hall towards her first unsuspecting victim.


((should we ask if anyone wants to be our victim or NPC someone?))