Fifth floor, Saturday morning

[rebelheartalien.livejournal.com]

Rath rolled over in bed, waking up - wait. Bed? There was a bed.

And, apparently, a dorm room. Not in the sewers.

The room got a cursory glance, and then a rather closer one at the pictures on the wall. Since when had Lonnie gone for the preppie look? Not to mention Zan... and anyway, what the hell were those pictures doing here when he'd never seen the place before?

Something very weird was going on here, and Rath didn't like it. He barely bothered to fix his hair before stalking out into the main building to find someone to give him some answers.

[ooc: Michael is now Rath, his duplicate clone self. Rath is... um. An amoral, murderous - though only for a good reason, or what he considers one - horndog punk. :D? This post is open!]

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[misshargrove.livejournal.com]

After waking up to disaster in her bedroom, June Carter finally found her guitar and headed out. She walked along the hallway until she came to a larger room and thought it would be perfect to sit and play in. Not noticing anyone right away, she sat down in a chair and took a calming breath. Lord only knew what could happen next.

Strumming her quitar, she began to sing.

"Oh I'll twine with my mingles and waving black hair
With the roses so red and the lilies so fair
And the mirtles so bright with the emerald dew
The pale and the leader and eyes look like blue..."

[ooc: Am playing this like he's in the common room cause, I'm not sure? :D Correct me if I'm wrong and I'll repost!]

[rebelheartalien.livejournal.com]

[ooc: common room works!]

She would probably notice him when he let out a piercing wolf whistle, lounging in the corner.

[misshargrove.livejournal.com]

"Oh dear lord above!" The whistle stilled her fingers on her guitar, and her eyes searched for the one doing the whistling. "Heavens! You startled me!"

[rebelheartalien.livejournal.com]

He grinned at her lecherously and got up to saunter over.

"I'll do more than that."

[misshargrove.livejournal.com]

June's eyes went wide and she sat still, guitar securely in her lap. "I'm sure I'm not understandin' your meanin'. I'm June Carter, and you are?"

[rebelheartalien.livejournal.com]

"Name's Rath." He shot a look at the guitar and smirked. "I think you understand my meanin' just fine."

[misshargrove.livejournal.com]

June stood up, all five feet two inches of her, and set a hand on her slender hip. "I'm not that kinda girl, Rath." What was that thing in his lip? She leaned slightly forward, narrowing her eyes as she tried to peer up at it.

[rebelheartalien.livejournal.com]

Rath took this opportunity, quite openly, to look down her top.

"You like the piercing? I've got more."

Where those were was left unspoken, but fairly clear innuendo.

[misshargrove.livejournal.com]

June frowned at where his eyes went and setting aside her quitar, she tried to hike the neckline of her dress up higher. "Stop that!"

Frowning still, she asked, "Piercing? In your lip? That's immoral." She didn't even know what to think about any others.

[rebelheartalien.livejournal.com]

Rath just laughed at that. "Immoral? Haven't heard that one for awhile." He took a step towards her, trying to back her closer to the wall. "Come on, Saint June. Don't play hard to get."

[misshargrove.livejournal.com]

She did back up, how could she not with him coming closer to her? "Stop that!" she repeated, her cheeks flushing with color. "And I never said I was a Saint! What is wrong with you? Stop laughing at me."

[rebelheartalien.livejournal.com]

Since it had worked, he kept coming.

"Nothing wrong with me", he told her. "What's wrong with you, Miss Uptight?"

[misshargrove.livejournal.com]

And she kept going until her back was pressed against the wall. "I'm not uptight and if you're not careful, Mister Rath, you're gonna find a pointy toe connectin' with your shin." June's hands were on her hips again and she was glaring up at him with bright, angry blue eyes.

[blackmagic-eve.livejournal.com]

Eve was storming down the hall, looking distinctly unhappy. Of course, that tended to happen when your alarm clock was a bunch of demons talking in your head.

"What?" she snapped at someone who looked like they were looking at her.

[rebelheartalien.livejournal.com]

"Just admiring the view", he answered, smirking at her. "Don't guess you know where we are?"

[blackmagic-eve.livejournal.com]

"It looks like a school, from what I've been able to figure out," she said. "High school, I think." She'd only been able to get one word out of the Senior Partners -- Fandom.

[rebelheartalien.livejournal.com]

"...okay. Why are we in a high school?" He was still eyeing her in a distracted fashion, but he wanted to know what was going on more.

[blackmagic-eve.livejournal.com]

"Fuck all if I know," was her reply. She was used to weird shit happening to her, which was probably why her only real reaction to any of this had been "Aw crap."

[rebelheartalien.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, same here." He glanced around, frowning. "But you bet your sweet ass I'm gonna find out."

[blackmagic-eve.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, well, if you find out, let me know." She looked around as well. "Because really, I'd like to just get the hell out of here and not look back."

[rebelheartalien.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, I'm s'posed to be with my people in New York. Not... here."

[blackmagic-eve.livejournal.com]

"And I'm definitely not supposed to be in high school." College, maybe. She could buy waking up in a college setting. After all, she'd done the college thing before. But high school? No way in hell.

[rebelheartalien.livejournal.com]

"Never set foot in one in my life", he said with a grimace.

[blackmagic-eve.livejournal.com]

"Neither did I. My education was... well... let's just call it home-schooled," she said with a grin. "Name's Eve, by the way."

[rebelheartalien.livejournal.com]

"Rath." He nodded. "Home-schooled sounds about right."