Mischief Managed {Open}

[Emma Cousins]

Today was awesome.

For one, Emma was buzzing full of starbucks mocha with cherry syrup. For two, the girl had just finished her record store shift, with two bags of DVD's and CD's from her double discount. And finally, she was at the back streets outside the mall and had just picked up a new outfit that she was dying to wear. How could life get any better?

Swigging her coffee and swinging her legs over a bench, the girl fished out an MP3 player and flicked it on, bobbing her head to the rock that blasted from the headphones and thrummed noisily. Slouching in a comfortable position - though hardly dignified, she grinned and waved at a couple of people that passed by, licking her lips and waggling her eyebrows. The masses of mall goers were boring and unintereresting, simply milling around doing whatever it was people did in a mall. Somewhere in her pocket her cigarettes jabbed into her side, and she grabbed at one, sending out obnoxious puffs of smoke as she lit it.

Propping her chin on her hands, she sighed and looked across the place. "God, can someone please just do something." She muttered, blowing bubbles in her coffee between the inhalation of nicotine. "I'm Charles, sending out telepathic vibes of PLEASE GOD SOMEONE WITHOUT A SLOGAN T-SHIRT COME BY." A few people stared, and the blonde girl leant back and grinned. It was better than nothing.

(NB: I'd really like to keep these posts short and simple, so stick to about three paragraphs if you reply? <3 Thank yoou)

[Riley Murray]

While Riley would never admit to it, fearing it would make her seem like some loser girly girl, she loved going to the mall. For one thing, there was the love of scenery change. Stuck on the school grounds most days, any change was appreciated. Besides for that, Riley would confess that she loved shopping. There was some sort of rush she got from finding something new and interesting whether it be a cd, necklace, or scarf. It was almost as if she was proud of herself for stumbling upon her finds without resorting to her abilities. Finally, Riley loved it because of something she called people watching, in which she just took in her surroundings and noticed things. It was interesting and that was that.

Take now for instance. After exiting a fourth store, free of any finds, Riley considered stopping of at starbucks to get her favorite caramel frappuccino. On her way, Riley noticed a number of people. There was a mother ignoring her crying baby as she chatted away on her phone. A group of middle school kids dressed in a revoltingly bright clothes walked passed talking in high voices. All of these people were just going about their daily lives.

And then there was this one girl, sitting on a bench to the side. Riley hadn’t noticed her, that is, up until she yelled something about telepathic vibes and slogan t-shirts, almost as if she was calling for Riley’s attention. Hammel student definitely, she thought before forsaking her need for coffee and walking over to the girl. “You okay?” Riley asked slightly concerned.

[Emma Cousins]

Just about to give up on finding anything of interest, Emma was about to teleport herself home and sing the Waffle song at Sammy down the phone till he came over. Of course, if that happened this would be a very boring, pointless thread, so I'm glad Riley turned up. Cocking her head to the side and giving out a big, red lipped smile, Emma thrust her hand out to shake and laughed. "I'm fine hon, just chilling out after work." She said, suddenly noticing the starbucks mug in the girl's hand and beaming. "Hey, lookit that, Starbucks buddies!" Lifting her own mocha up, she chinked it against the other drink with a twinkle in her eyes.

"I'm Emma. I'm that girl who you probably saw riding on a skateboard naked down the corridor last week." The blonde admitted, still grinning as her cigarette end grew longer and longer. She'd nearly forgotten it all together with this new and exciting diversion, but the pstsh of ash hitting her leather pants (that actually belonged to Vincent, once) made her hiss and throw the offending item in the trash, as far away from her as possible. "And who might you be?" She said, voice cracking from the graveliness.

Swinging herself over the bench to make more room for this newcomer, the girl let out a chuckle and leant back. "You are Hammel, right? 'Cause I think I saw you once before doing something, either that or I'm hallucinating. If I am then remind me to punch Sammy later." She jabbered, her voice low but amicable. "Lovin' your style, by the way. Feminine but not Barbie."

[Riley Murray]

Riley was definitely the kind of person who walked up to complete strangers just to comment on random things, ask questions, or more specifically just talk in hopes of starting a conversation. Most of the times however it didn’t work, and Riley would have thought that this situation would have been just so. However, here was this girl jumping right into the conversation, and Riley loved it. After nodding, understanding the girl’s explanation, although not quite getting its relationship with screaming nonsense in malls, Riley grinned as she eyed the othe girl’s drink. “To Starbucks buddies!” She cheered taking a long sip of her drink.

“Wait, so you’re Emma, naked skate board girl? Priceless! I think you’ve scared my friend for life.” Riley said. She herself had missed the incident, but one of her friends had been there and retold the tale to Riley who in return jokingly pretended that her friend was insane for thinking that possible. Deep inside however, Riley had really doubted that it was true. Emma here however was proof and Riley in return was deeply impressed. This girl had spunk.

“I’m Riley.” She answered with a smile. “The girl who goes to Hammel and does something as a favorite past time.” Riley said now grinning. As she sat down on the empty spot, Riley wondered what she was known for. She was clearly nowhere near as gutsy as Emma yet she wasn’t a plain Jane either. Whatever she was, Riley knew she would have to step up her game. “Thanks.” Riley said, knowing how to take a compliment, despite not being sure if the girl clad in leather was being serious. Both were just really different. "But are you serious about this barbie stuff? Because she was my inspiration. I can't believe I missed my mark by so much." Riley joked.

[Emma Cousins]

Emma could only grin more at this girl and enjoy the fact she was willing to go along with everything. She was, after all, the kind of girl who was either loved or hated, and she liked it that way; at least everyone had an opinion on her, negative or not. "What you got in your overpriced mug of joy?" She asked curiously, sitting up taller to peer into the drink, head tilted. "I've got cherry mocha, for something different. Normally I just go for the macchiatto but whatever." She shrugged, sipping more of the liquid through a straw.

Tilting her head again, the tall blonde let out a laugh and nodded her head furiously. "That's me. Verax and I are always up to something, keeping the place lively and whatever." She said with pride written in her voice. "But you're pretty cool yourself, y'know? Talking to a crazy chick shouting in the middle of the mall. Kudos to you." Giving a cheeky thumbs up, Emma flipped out her MP3 player and turned it off, able to pay better attention without angry rock music shrieking in her head.

"Pleasure to meet ya, Riley." She added with another grin, pulling over her shopping bags and gesturing inside them. "Well, I'm obviously a different dresser, but you have some sorta chiq style thing going on. It's awesome, and Barbie? Really, Cindy is where it's at." Emma teased, letting out a quick cough and curling her legs up underneath her. "So what brings you to the mall on this very day? Shopping? 'Cause if you are then I'm coming with. You try shopping with a guy who only wears tight shirts and leather pants, it's the most boring thing to do since watching paint drying became a hobby."

[Riley Murray]

Over priced mug of joy. What a lovely poetic way to put it, Riley thought, because indeed, that summarized all Starbucks drinks perfectly. There was a delicious surprise in every sip, yet if one were to view it as a simple drink; they would realize that it was extremely overpriced. At the same time however, it was completely worth it. “Oh! Daring.” Riley exclaimed at Emma’s drink of choice. She had no idea what it tasted like, but Riley wasn’t the type of girl who would try weird yet unusually tasty drinks with the world cherry in it. “I’m sticking a caramel frapp, my drink of choice.” Riley explained.

“Good for you because someone’s got to.” Riley said sincerely as she tried to imagine Hammel Institute drama free. Without the random craziness, Hammel just wouldn’t be Hammel. Things would be dull and boring and Riley did not like the idea of that at all. Truly, she appreciated what Emma and her friend did. “Crazy is as crazy does.” Riley said distorting a Forrest Gump quote. “But you are not crazy. Just a tad bit eccentric. Kudos to me for knowing true cool people when I see them.” Riley decided.

“Pleasure to meet you as well.” Riley said with a smile that would have made her momma proud. “Now don’t ya’ll go insulting Barbie. She’s my inspiration! You however, look like you were inspired by her friend Teresa.” Riley joked. She wasn’t sure what to make of Emma, but she was sure that Emma wouldn’t fall into any stereotypes. “Shopping, or more like browsing. Nothing has quite caught my eyes yet.” Riley explained. “You’re more than welcome to come with” Riley began. “I hope I make things slightly more interesting than watching drying paint.”

[Emma Cousins]

"Caramel Frapp, eh?" Emma said curiously, lips curled up in a smile. "Wanna try some of mine so I can try some of yours?" At least she asked; if she had been with Vincent right now, she would have just stolen his drink and taken the biggest swig imaginable. "I'm always spending my money on the damn stuff." She admitted, laughing throatily and nodding to her drink. "That and pizza. And cigarettes, though in all honesty?" Her voice lowered. "They take away some of the side effects from my power, so they're worth it."

Emma was always coming up with some sort of crazy plot to keep things at Hammel exciting. From setting vibrators off in the halls to riding her motorbike buttnaked singing the national anthem (badly), there was always some sort of mischief the blonde girl could get up to. "Yeah, I'll be graduating in a few months though, so the crazy is left to my dumbass friend." She shrugged, wrinkling her nose. "But I'll be back, just you wait and see. Back with a bang!" Emma powerposed for a moment, then grinned.

"Teresa? Hell yeah I'm Teresa." The girl laughed, grabbing her bags and standing, surveying the shops for any good bargains. "I know the feeling too well, you're all like 'Lets SHOP' and then you see nothing you like and it's like 'What the hell happened to all the cool stuff that was here BEFORE I had money.'" She rambled, her gravelly voice occasionally dying out mid-sentence. "You're already more entertaining than paint drying, hon. Trust me." She added, pulling her hair out of her face for a moment and staring down the mall once more. "I think I see sale signs!" Emma beamed, linking her arms with Riley eagerly.

[Riley Murray]

“Yeah, the drink of gods.” Riley said thinking of how cool that would be if it were true. Imagine Zeus, one hand filled with lightning bolts and the other carrying a venti carmel frapp, and one couldn’t help but smile. “I think I’ll pass. The idea of cherry and mocha combined gives me the creeps.” She admitted. Mocha alone was amazing, but by adding the cherry in there, she feared it ruined everything. “Feel free to have some of mine though. I always have too much of that and probably pizza now that ya mentions. ” Riley said holding the cup out to her.”I don’t smoke though, although I see why you would. I’d kill for anything to help me control my powers better.”

“Back with a bag.” Riley repeated laughing as Emma struck a pose. “Yeah I can definitely see that. Although even when you leave, I don’t quite see how anyone could forget you.” Riley admitted. People like Emma were always memorable even after they’re long gone. “I suppose half the crazy will have to do while you’re gone.” If this friend of hers was anything close to what Emma was like, Riley was sure that the fun and games would live on.

Riley laughed as Emma’s responded in joy to the Teresa comment and stood up as well. She was for then that and clearly knew it. “Exactly. It’s like they’ve got spies and the rode and know when I’m coming. Evil cooperate scum!” Riley agreed. “I don’t know. I must be some interesting color. One with sparkles perhaps?” Riley speculated out loud. “Oh! I just love a good sale.” Riley said linking arms with Emma as she smiled. “We shall go!” She said grinning.

[Emma Cousins]

Emma looked curious for a moment as she snatched a sip of Riley's drink, running her hands through her mess of hair. "It's good, not bad at all. Maybe after we've shopped to death we can grab pizza and stuff." She laughed, stretching out and walking forward along the large corridor of shops. "My power is Teleportation." She added offhandedly, voice lowered slightly. "Gives me the munchies and dizzy spells, sometimes makes me a bit sick too. Black lungs or vomiting? I choose sounding like I eat gravel."

As the pair walked arm in arm, Emma's attention quickly switched to the side, eyes catching a tall man in a suit and sunglasses. "Oh shit." She laughed, nudging Riley playfully. "It's the FBI!" Her grin lit up her face as she continued to watch the man talking into his phone, head shaking. "He's on a mission to find out what Meta kids like to buy, obviously. Top secret." Emma wasn't really bothered by people knowing she was a meta human, she'd teleported once or twice in public and despite regular warnings from both Sean and the other teachers, she carried on comfortably. Teleporting, in her eyes, wasn't really that great a threat.

Finally, distracted from the suspicious man, Emma nodded towards the sale shop, peering through the window. "Sparkly purple, if anything." She added with a smile, pointing out a pair of dainty pumps in the back row. "They look so you, Ril." The blonde girl then scanned for something for herself and frowned. "Shame the lace top isn't on sale. Typical. Bastards." She grumbled, pulling a face, then returning to a smile. "Still, whatev's, wanna go in?"

[Riley Murray]

“Just good?” Riley asked the incredulous tone clear as she shook her head in disbelief. “Caramel frapps are the best!” Riley insisted. Normally, Riley didn’t get that defensive, however, when it came to coffee, fantasy, and toast, she sure as hell did. “Pizza is always good.” Riley said walking along side Emma. “Teleportation huh? I can see what you mean about it giving you the munchies.” Riley commented, imagining Emma teleporting to a pizza store. “I’ve never smoked.” Riley admitted. “But I think I’d stick with the vomiting.” She decided knowing what her sister would think. “As for me, people say I’m one hell of a lucky girl.” Riley said “But I believe in making my own luck.” She added with a grin.

“Not FBI you fool. He’s totally CIA.” She joked back knowing full well that this guy was most likely either a lawyer or business man. “And besides, why would he need to investigate that?” Riley asked. “Everyone knows we meta humans only buy two things.” Riley said pausing for effect, looking at the suited up man and then back at Emma. “Explosives and sliced bread.” Riley said keeping a completely straight face not caring if the man heard her or not.

As Emma stopped to look at the store, Riley also stopped in order to gaze at possible buys. “Definitely sparkly purple.” She nodded in agreement thinking that was a perfect way to describe it. Riley followed Emma’s pointing finger to the back row of store where a pair of brilliant pumps rested. Despite Emma hardly knowing Riley, she had to admit, Emma was right. “Love those! Too bad I try and stay away from pumps which make me over six feet tall.” Riley explained. The girl, who was tall to begin with, didn’t need any help. “Sale or not, there’s nothing against looking. Come on!” Riley said dragging Emma inside so she could check out those pumps.

[Emma Cousins]

"Nothing beats an iced caramel macchiato, sorry hon." Emma laughed at Riley's indignation, looking down at her own mug and sighing at the barely-there liquid. "I'm almost gone, cherry mocha is nearly resting in sweet peace. In my tum." She shrugged, sipping the rest then chucking the empty mug in the bin, bouncing rather eagerly on her toes. Emma was a get-up-and-go kind of girl, the one that always has something to do, even if it's read a book she forgot about down the side of the bed.

Watching the suited man with her head tilted, she managed an even bigger grin. "Well, either way the guy is hot in that suit. Bow chicka wow wow." She purred, waggling her eyebrows playfully. Pushing her blonde hair back, the teen burst into laughter at Riley's admission, rolling her eyes. "Sadly, that IS what Verax buys most times he goes out. Fire crackers, normally, and a loaf of white bread." She tried to force the image of Vincent eating firecrackers in between two slices out of her head, but couldn't help chuckling.

The chuckling fit only finished when Emma came face to face with the gorgeous pumps. "Oh wow, those are gorge." She breathed, taking one down and staring at it. "I feel like somewhere a choir of angels are going Aaaaaaaaaaaah and stuff." The girl grinned at Riley, dropping the shoe down. "Try it on, and I'll go and have a grope of the top. Maybe if I flash my tits the guy'll let me have a discount. Tit Discount, oh yeah~" She babbled, voice rattling as she fingered the top.

[Riley Murray]

“Meh.” Riley said shrugging it off. “It’s caramel so it has to be good. Just not the best” Riley said not wanting to argue over something so trivial. She’d had her share of iced caramel macchiatos before and had deemed them delicious, but still; it couldn’t hold a candle to her favorite frapp. “May you rest in peace.” Riley said as she watched Emma throw her empty cup into the trash. Looking down at her own almost empty cup, Riley took one last long sip, finishing it off, before tossing it to the garbage can. “She shoots!” Riley began in her best sports game announcer voice. “She scores! And the crowd goes wild!” Riley finished when it landing perfectly in the bin.

“If you like the suit look that is.” Riley said angling her head slightly to get a better look at the guy. Sure he was classically good looking, but he just seemed a bit too Wall Street stock broker for Riley’s like. She preferred her guys more rugged or at the very least quirky. “Well I must say this Verax guy has interesting yet good taste.” Riley said. “Sliced bread is the greatest invention since the telephone.” Riley, a die heart carb fan insisted. She did however wonder what Verax was using these for.

“Totally.” Riley grinned in agreement. “Although, I’m not quite so sure about that angel part. I’ve always suspected that they don’t have feet.” Riley admitted referring to a typical picture of an angel in which its feet were covered by a long dress. She couldn’t see anything, so who was to say something was actually there? Kicking off the converse and socks that adorned her feet, Riley stuck on the pumps. “You know for some reason, I think that tit discount thing might actually work.” Riley commented half joking and half serious. From what she knew of Emma, it seemed that she, if anyone, could actually do it and pull it off. “So what do you think?” Riley asked straightening to her full height.

[Emma Cousins]

Emma let out a whoop and a cheer as Riley "scored", clapping her hands. "The fans are standing in the stadium! Riley has won them the game!" She added for dramatic effect, grinning widely. "But for the hometitle, if you want the trophy, you gotta get our pizza wrapper in the trash when we go, alright?" She added playfully, folding her arms behind her head as she continued eyeing the man in the suit.

"I like suits on guys, but I also kinda like that cowboy look. Mrowl." The blonde said with a smirk, scratching the back of her head absently. "Verax is great, as long as you don't mind him thinking he's got the best penis, the best body, the best everything in the world." It was true, Emma often liked to take him down a peg by teasing him about his equipment and anything else he got a big ego over. "Hey, I live off bread, I'm shit at cooking." She admitted as she continued to admire the man. "I am queen of ready meals and takeaway. I make good chilli though." One of the few things Emma could cook without starting a huge fire and/or burning the hell out of whatever she was making.

As Riley put on the shoes, the gothy blonde dropped the top down and nodded appreciatively. "You look hot." She said simply, shamelessly pulling off her own top and wiggling on the new one, checking the fit without batting an eyelid at everyone seeing her bra. "And I'm liking this a whole lot too." Settling down on one of the small seats in the shop, she leant forward and wrinkled her nose. "Shame the cashier isn't exactly smoking hot, but lets see what I can do." She said thoughtfully, moving her bra and tightening it, then flashing her pearly whites at the teen behind the counter. "Maybe I can get a discount for both of us?"