Adventure in the Great Wide Somewhere {o}

[Veronica Knox]

There are parts of the past that one needs to bury and hide away so that they never see the light of day again. There are others the weave together with the present to make you who you are. And still, there is another part that only bubbles to the surface every once in a while. In specific situations where memories can overwhelm you or give you the strength you need to get through the day. The latter of the three was currently occurring to a Miss Veronica Knox as she stared at the cloths laid out on her bed.

When she was little she had been the average three year old girl who loved dressing up as her favorite princess or even just to have something to twirl around in. That little girl had bubbled to the surface when she heard that there was going to be a masquerade dance at the school for this Halloween. So, she took it upon herself to create an office that was somewhat inspired from a mad hatter with a slight gothic twist. With a quick glance at the clock she changed from her fuzzy shorts and tank top into her outfit for the evening.

The dress was on the shorter side, the end of the skirt coming just above mid-thigh. Part of the dress appeared like a red and black plaid corset, tightened by the black ribbon along the front of the dress. The skirt then extended with layers of the same pattern with a solid black layer over top of it all. It fit snuggly against her thin body, emphasizing her curves a tad more than normal. She had a pair of black gloves, laced together with red ribbon. Instead of heels she wore a pair of dark brown boots. There was a black choker necklace against her pale neck. And to tie it together was a black hat, embellished with a long red ribbon that hung past her shoulders and a feather.

The last thing she put on before she exited her dorm was the required mask. An elegant black mask embellished with small jewels and fitted with two black ribbons. She had fun with the outfit and it was good to step out of her normal shoes for once. A small smile was placed on her lips as she made the short walk to the gym. Once entering a small amount of excitement started to build in her chest, her first actual school event and it was a masquerade dance. At least it was one good thing, considering everything that had occurred that landed her in this school.

She wandered over to the punch, filling a cup and taking a sip quickly realizing that it was spike. Laughing lightly she stayed by the table for a few minutes until she was sufficiently buzzed and able to relax. After a moment she entered the crowd and began dancing, not particularly minding that she was on her own for once. It felt nice to only have to worry about her own actions, though she wasn’t worrying enough apparently as she bumped into someone else. She felt a cool splash of liquid cover a small part of her shoulder. Looks like someone lost their punch. Spinning around she looked towards the person, rubbing her shoulder off, “Sorry about that! Do you want me to get you another?” Without thinking about it she started dabbing at the punch stains on the other person's clothing with her gloves, attempting to fix it. 

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[Cynthia Nike]

Masquerade School Dance? Ha! The ever tomboyish Cynthia Nike would have never have been caught dead going to such a formal thing. Wearing those disgusting pieces of clothing called dresses, or the equally as vomit-educing jewelry. Not to mention she would have to wear make-up! The mere taught sent shivers down her spine, and made he want to punch herself in the face.  No sir! The student body president had no plans on going to the stupid school event. She was going to spend her night working out, eating, giving wedgies and playing video games, the night of a champion!

But! It would seem like life had other plans, and it ends up being that Cynthia was actually going to be strong armed into going. It was "the duties of the President". Like hell it was, but despite all of her arguing, pleading, threats and yelling, it seemed that there was no way Cynthia was gonna wiggle her way out of this. Like a knuckle sandwich trapped in a paper-bag, Cynthia was left with not other choose but to finally give in, and accept her fate. However, she was hell wasn't going to be wearing any girly dresses. So when she heard it was either formal, or costume, the gears in her head started to turn. 

Luckily, being the a woman in her position had it perks, and she was able to get her outfit the day before the dance. Giddy with excitement, Cynthia bump rushed out of bed, and quickly put on her costume, A full scale professionally made Samus Aran armor cosplay that was made for her measurements. Needless to say it fit like a glove. "Oh yea! I look so badass!" She said with a smirk before she putting on the helmet. 

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Behind the visor of her mask, bright sapphire hues shifted back and forth as Cynthia looked around the Gym. Surprisingly she was one of the few people who actually came in a costume, it was incredibly bizarre to her. It didn't help that she towered over the majority of the other students, even the guys were a few inches shorter than her. Which only meant that Cynthia stuck out like a sore thumb even more. Rubbing her arm canon against the top of her helmet, she let out a sigh as she was handed a small cup of punch. However! Cynthia wouldn't even get a chance to try, and enjoy the drink before some fuckface freaking shoulder bumped her!

Crushing the plastic cup in her hand, she looked down, and down some more until she finally saw the culprit. "V!?" Cynthia shouted behind her helmet as she suddenly grabbed the girl in a nearly bone shattering bear hug. Her eyes growing misty as she lifted the white haired beauty up off her feet in her embraced.  

[Veronica Knox]

When was the last time she had been able to let loose? To just hang out and have fun without having to worry? Well over a year ago at the very least, most likely a good chuck of time before Rex had even been taking. So, being at the dance, letting her hair down and hips swing to the beat was wonderful. Not to mention the added benefit with a mask framing her red eyes to hide her a bit more in the crowd. Add that all together and top it off with a little booze in the punch and it was looking like it was going to be a pretty good night.

That was until V clumsily bumped into someone. Their body felt unusually cold and stiff against her back. Warning bells went off in her mind momentarily but she dismissed them quickly, now was not the time for that. Turning around she offered the person a new cup of punch and began wiping the liquid off of the amour? Yes, amour. It looked like that one character out of the video games the gang used to play. V never knew the character’s name but she sure as hell knew she kicked ass. However, the full suit and dim lighting made it rather hard to see who exactly was underneath it all. So, when she was swept up into the arms of the person she was shocked and wasn’t exactly happy about it.

That shock quickly kicked into the defense section of her mind. Immediately she sent a small wave of pain to the person, V’s eyes snapping wide open as her chest began to ache from the hug. After a moment of struggling, both to get out and to breathe, the muffled voice behind the mask registered. The pain instantly stopped as V cried out in surprise, “Cyn?!” She did her best not to laugh as she smiled at the other girl. “Can’t- breathe- sorry.” She coughed out, trying to convey the message that the hug was a bit too tight for comfort. Once the message was received and Veronica was set down she took a moment to catch her breath, “Sorry for the shock. I didn’t realize who you were.”

Looking up at her friend a smile graced her lips. She was glad that Cyn was here. Any additional friend in this place was good to have in Veronica’s book. Yet, at the same time she felt a certain sorrow because Cynthia was at the ‘school’. Knowing that her friend had been rapped here and probably injured to get her here wasn’t a fun idea. Then the thoughts of the others stared to trickle into V’s mind. She suddenly realized this must have been the way Rex felt when he first saw her. “How’d you end up here and how long have you been here?” V asked, not allowing her voice to give away any of her concern. 

[Cynthia Nike]

Cynthia wasn't exactly known for thinking things out before she did them, and she sure as hell wouldn't be known for it right now either. Having totally forgot about V's goddamn passive aggressive ability, Cynthia was engulf in a wave of pain when she scooped the much smaller girl into one of her bear hugs. However, instead of letting go like any fucking normal person would do, Cynthia instead become more tense, and tighten her hold to smoother the white haired girl in her bone shattering love. "The one and fucking only!" The words came out with a loud gasp once the pain subsided, and Cynthia looked down at the girl through her visor. Smiling ear to ear underneath her mask.

"Oh shit, sorry!" She apologized, before suddenly releasing her grip, letting Veronica drop to the ground as her hands went to her dome piece. Grasping it by the bottom she slowly pulled it off of her head, and handed it to petite girl. "Nah it's fine! Here hold this." Reaching up, she pulled out her bun, and quickly threw her hair into a pony tail after shaking it out. "Sorry for almost crushing you. Just got a bit... excited." She said with a nervous laugh. Her shoulders shrugged awkwardly. "Heh..." Cue another nervous yet awkward laugh.

Then Cynthia's awkward demeanor was quickly replaced by a red hot fiery rage. Her normally bright sapphire eyes reflected this fury by becoming engulfed in a glowing red light. "Jason!" She said through clench teeth. Her hands shaking as they curled into fists, and her knuckles turn white. "That bastard! He ambushed me! He chained me up, and he..... and he..." At this body Cynthia's entire body began to tremble as she trailed off there. Unable to finish due to the mixture of rage, frustration and guilt she felt. Causing to be look away from Veronica, and stare at the ground.

Taking a deep breath, she tried to resteel her nerves before answering the final part of V's question. "Two goddamn weeks..." Glancing at the girl before looking away again. "You?" She asked softly, her eyes finally returning to their original color.