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Annual Fireworks Log

Who: All of you
What: Fireworks!
When: The night of July 2nd
Where: Campus, but they're visible from the surrounding area too.
Warnings: Small cameos and standard Smash shenanigans.

There was a trespasser on the school grounds. A trespasser toting a large bag full of explosives that looked potentially dangerous. Oh no, he was setting them up! Such complex rigging! What dastardly plan did he have in mind?! The first deadly missile launched into the air, and...

Oh, wait, it was just fireworks. False alarm.

Well, it was obvious by the colourful display that this mysterious trespasser had spent far too much time planning this. What was he trying to do, create a distraction so he could go on a one-man panty raid? Tempting, but not this year.

In fact, now that the fireworks could finish on their own, mystery man vanished into the night. If one looked into the right area of the sky at the right time, they might find the silhouette of some weird spacecraft-looking thing against the bright lights. Could there be a connection?

Who even cares. FIREWORKS.

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She tilted her head far back enough to see Kitty, lifting one hand in a lazy wave. "I'd hate to disappoint you, but this is one of my favourite haunts."

...Haha, unintentional pun. Damn. She'd have to remember that one for later when she had a bigger audience or something... even though stand-up was never really her kind of thing.

"Huh, didn't think anyone would venture here today, then again what do I know right? Just another dumb student." she said drily with an amused grin.

Charlise walked over next to the edge and sat down, legs dangling as she peered off into the distance. "Kinda stupid if you ask me. Just an excuse to I dunno, do stuff I guess."

"Goodness, someone seems a little cynical." Because, you know, Blacky would never do such a thing. Nor would she ever be a hypocrite.

She scooted a little closer, just so she could hear the Drifblim better. "I take it you're not a big fan of senseless explosions?"

"More like, I dislike other having fun? If that makes any sense... " she replied idly not really looking over.

"Guess I'm more of a bitter bitch than I thought," she mused with a light chuckle. "Though, I don't know, it's not bad I guess. It could be worse, ain't that what they say?"

"There's probably some point where things can't get any worse..."

Not that it was a thing Blacky wanted to find out for herself, though she'd been convinced plenty of times before that she had indeed hit rock bottom.

"Anyway, if you're so upset at others having fun, you'll have to show them up by enjoying yourself more than they could ever hope to. Right? Make them the jealous ones."

Charlise looked up for a few moments before turning her gaze to Blacky and smiling, this time a genuine smile. "Ya know what? You're right. You're damn right. I can have more fuckin' fun than they can, why should I let it bother me?"

And yet, it always did, no matter what Kitty did, she always found it hard to not let it bother her.

Wow, maybe Blacky was a lot better at this pep talk thing than she originally thought. Too bad she never seemed to be able to talk herself out of a rut so easily...

Maybe it was just a ghost type thing.

"That's more like it. What do you like to do for fun on a night like this?"

"For realsies?" Kitty replied a bit apprehensively. "If I knew the answer to that question... I wouldn't be so down and shit all the time I guess..."

She sighed and pulled her knees to her chest and looked at the fireworks. "I ain't even sure if I know how to have fun that ain't poking at others misery."

Well almost always. "I dunno what to tell you really, it's either that, collecting random crap," At least that's what everyone else would call it. "Or screwing around." Which honestly, she hadn't have any of since she got here, but she had been busy by herself!

Screwing around. COUGH. While Blacky certainly wasn't any stranger to the concept, it was still so unusual to hear someone be so crass about it - especially a student talking to her teacher. Today's generation, honestly.

Never mind that it was Blacky's mind in the gutter and Kitty could have meant something completely different like just wasting time doing nothing. BLACKY, HONESTLY.

"Er... Hmm. I suppose figuring this out is the tricky part, then." Damn it, she should have known helping someone else feel better wouldn't be so easy after all! "Have you considered trying to have fun with somebody else? Screwing around aside..."

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Hmm, at least Blacky had nailed it on the head right quick, but the youth didn't seem all that bothered by talking about it with her, maybe it was that ghost type thing.

"Well, there's hanging out with Clover, but she's always doin' her own thing with the whole trainin' and exercising and shit. I mean, I guess it's not so bad when we get to go to the beach or the pool but yeah, she got her own thing that I'm not too good at..."

Then there was the team, but that had slowly become just her, Clover and Lash and somehow she had the very familiar gut feeling that shit wouldn't last, just like always. Her life was just one abandonment after the other after all, who the fuck wanted her anyways.

She clenched her fists and closed her eyes tight to fight back that feeling right quick, last thing she needed was sympathy.

Ah, Clover. Blacky could recall the two being together when she first met them at the pool. Even clearer was the memory of a painful headbutting.

"Mm... It is hard when there's a divide of interests and goals between friends. I suppose it doesn't help that there's always going to be that gap between us and the living, anyway..."

Well, so much for a pep talk. Now Blacky was just going to get herself down too. She turned her gaze back toward the fireworks, not paying enough attention to really see them.

"I'm not really helping with that. Ah... look, it might do you some good to have a wide variety of friends! It may not, but it's certainly worth a short getting out there and getting to know some people.

"...If nothing else, at least you'll know their weaknesses to get at them later to make yourself feel better."

Yeah, that was professional advice.

"Gap?" she said as she raised an annoyed brow. "There'll never be a gap! Not for me. I don't care how much better the living think they might be, but I can fucking assure you that I am just as good or fucking better than all of em."

Well at least Kitty's bipolarity was intact! So the pep talk technically worked?

She turned back to the fireworks with a huff. "Psh, as if I'd let that be another fuckin' handicap in my fucked up life. Hell no!"

"Better?! No, that isn't what I meant! It's just that they don't understand. We're entirely different sorts."

...The living probably did think they were better though, didn't they? She couldn't help but scowl.

"Oh, well, yeah, of course, but ain't that the case for everything? I mean... That stands even more in our world since there's so many types. But fuck it, we're totally the top." And you wouldn't convince her otherwise!

"But of course." Well, dark types might have been around the top too, but Blacky found that now that she was actually vulnerable to their attacks, they were no longer flawless in her eyes. ~~And also because they no longer counted her among their ranks.~~

"Perhaps there should be a little something put together for us superior beings. An exclusive club, perhaps."

Kitty perked up slightly, the comment causing her to be instantly curious at the proposition and slowly turned to face the other as she tried to fake lack of interest.

"Huh. Okay, that sounds like a solid beginning... I think I could vouch for that, but what exactly would it be? What would we be doing and shit? Cause I don't want no fucking hand-holding, sitting around campfires singing some bullshit song about unity or what-the-fuck-ever."

Of course... she wouldn't mind holding hands with Blacky, but she'd keep that one to herself.

"Hmm... I haven't planned that far ahead yet. I suppose first and foremost we should pitch the idea to the other undead students and see where our common interests lie."

Blacky already had a feeling that there would be mischief going down at least half the time, since that kind of thing was inevitable when a bunch of ghosts gathered in the same place.

"Of course," she went on, wiggling her eyebrows a bit, "we'll still have a campfire. I know there are a lot of people here fond of telling spooky stories at least once a year, and who better to host it properly?"

Charlise had to smile, if anything because the more time she spent with her, the more relaxed and at ease she felt. What was this shit anyways? She was a cold-hearted bitch, there's no place for feeling good about yourself! Is there?

"Sounds like it'll be a fuckin' awesome thing if it does happen hot-stuff." Whoops. "Err, I mean dude."

Kitty looked away, trying to focus on the fireworks. "Anyways, I'm totes game for this shit if it does go down."

She couldn't help but laugh, because Blacky knew that she was indeed hot stuff. It was just hard to remember that lately. She reached out and gave Kitty a soft pat on the shoulder.

"Alright. I'll be sure to get the word out sometime this week. I hope it catches on! It's actually pretty exciting."

Kitty blushed heavily, but hey! At least she was kind of hiding right? Maybe? At least she hoped she couldn't see. Anyways! Charlise grinned and nodded against her knees.

"Yeah, they'd be pretty fuckin' stupid to not be interested in this. This damned place needs to be shown that we're here and we're here to stay for fuckin' sure. AND that we're awesome."

"Soon, we'll be so elite..."

Wait for it...

"Everyone will be dying to get in."

NO BLACKY NO YOU ARE GROUNDED.

Kitty blinked a few seconds... did she just? Was that a...? Why did she have the urge to -- okay there it was, she snorted and then out of sheer embarrassment started laughing.

"Damn that was just fuckin' lame." And yet she was still laughing.

"I... I know!" She hung her head in shame, but Kitty's laughter was contagious, and soon Blacky's shoulders were shaking in muffled laughter.

"I'm sorry. I've been wanting to make a bad pun all night. I promise I don't usually do that."

Nooooo now it's going to be the laughing fit of the night!

"R-really now?" she stuttered through the laughing. "I h-hope so man, cause that shit w-will scare away t-the club members haha!"

"Well, if scaring people is what I should be doing in the first place..."

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