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 crossing skies, ft. kerina
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#425
it wasn't hard to miss felix's bright blonde hair, even from this far away. and as the candy cane tumbled into him, kerina drew in a sharp breath and bolted forward. hands extended as she flung herself at the volunteer attempted to scamper away once more.

"noo! what the heck are you doing-!" the candy cane squirmed, struggling to stand up. kerina's gaze darkened when she shook off and lifted her schoolbag, practically using it as some sort of murder weapon. she struck it against the back of the volunteer's head, her face void of emotions despite her wide eyes.

russet eyes briefly flicked up to felix, "are you okay?" she asked, gaze lingering on her friend for a moment or two before she finally began to move off of the deliverer's half-dead body. it wasn't until she was ready to search through their delivery bag did she notice that there was a blotch of red on the front of her own shirt.

with a faint frown between her brows, she brought the fabric up to her nose for a sniff. she didn't exactly mean to kill the volunteer, but should that actually be the case... "fruit gushers," kerina stated flatly to herself, taking note of the sweet candy scent and the gooey texture of the 'blood.' gaze travelled to the delivery student's bag, now stained by different colours of burst gushers.

still, she took little time to turn the bag around and dump out its content on the grass. eyes narrowed again as she quickly rummaged through the candy grams, "piper finch," she said to herself, gaze darting around in search of the familiar name. and yet... "i don't see it. this asshole either lost it, ate it, or just doesn't have it." she inhaled deeply, then exhaled, losing patience. patience that she never really had in the first place.

soon, her reckless side kicked in and she found herself looking back up to felix, the creases between her brows deepening, "following them around isn't gonna work after all. maybe i should follow piper finch instead." so much for wanting to keep things on the down low as she sorted out the mishap. then again, despite her relatively jaded disposition, kerina was never very good at being covert. in fact, her transparency and stupidly honest nature were usually what got her in trouble; it's one of the reasons her and piper even had a fall out in the first place.

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Thematically, when he sat up he had another two boxes of smarties in his lap. A number of other candies slid off him to the ground too, doing nothing to mask the sound of Kerina's bookbag slamming into the poor volunteer's skull.

He turned and had a second to commit the tableau to memory, before meeting Kerina's eyes and nodding slightly. "No bruising yet." That was about the best that he could expect from throwing himself into another student's path, and he rocked onto his feet to amble over as Kerina started to search. "You've got a little - something, on your shirt."

Not blood, at least. He preoccupied himself with rolling the volunteer over, carefully rearranging their limbs until they laid flat on their back with hands folded on their stomach. "Is this the wrong one?" he asked, midway through dusting the end of the candy cane costume off. Truth be told, they'd bolted rather quickly from their plans upon spotting the poor student out the window, and maybe staying to reconsider their choices would have yielded better results.

No use crying over squashed gushers, though. "Hm. Feasibly there could be another one, considering how much they have to deliver." Maybe he shouldn't have been suggesting they hunt another student down on campus, but the festivity of the season seemed to be getting to him, albeit in an unconventional way. He crouched quickly to gather most of the candygrams up, looking at the dirtied bag before simply piling the lot by the unconscious student's side for them to find later. "Following Piper is... more direct than I was expecting, but okay."

He headed back to the corner and swung his press back up onto a shoulder, digging the forgotten red pen out of his pocket as he returned to Kerina and handed it over. "Here you go. Would she still be at the gym?" Far be it from him to remember most of the school activity schedules, given his minimal involvement in them.

ft. kerina chevalier that volunteer's gonna be so confused when they wake up.

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#462
when felix mentioned the existence of another deliverer, kerina stared at him somewhat pointedly, "there's likely more than 'another one' of them. but it's a waste of time to track down every single person." she rose to her feet, patting the wrinkles and dust off her clothes.

of course, waiting near piper was a lot riskier. however, it also seemed like the more reasonable option of the two; the thought of it felt less threatening than if the candygram was already being sent to piper while they loitered around.

straightening the bag strap on her shoulder, the seventeen-year-old waited as felix went to retrieve his belongings. "what-" she began, glancing down to the screen of her phone to double check the day of the week. it wasn't friday, so there was no astrology meeting. but, was piper in any other club? she definitely did sports... cheer, and dance. anything else? well, kerina, for one, wouldn't actually know should that be the case.

why did she even care about someone she knew so little about, anyway? at the thought, her already thin patience seemed to only get thinner.

gaze snapped up when she noticed felix returning to her side. fingers extended when the blonde held her pen out, "ah. thanks." kerina nodded, taking the pen and stuffing it into the front pocket of her backpack. shoulders gave a faint shrug at his question, "if there's dance this season. i have nothing, so i dunno."

would she have known, though? had dance been scheduled for a season where she partook in sports, too?

quickly growing sick of her own overthinking, the brunette turned on her heel and began to make her way back towards the school building, "can y'still walk?" she asked, throwing a glance over her shoulder at felix. "if you're too tired then i'll go by myself. it's getting late, anyway," blinking once, kerina looked back to the front, almost appearing rather dismissive despite having no such intention.

then, when they reached the side entrance moments later, her eyes flicked to the blonde again, "either you forgot something in your locker, or y'plan on following me into the girls' bathroom," it would seem that one corner of her mouth had twitched slightly as she, instead, continued to march in the direction of the gymnasium. "might be faster to ask mrs. turner to call her down to the office, at this point," she thought briefly to herself, russet eyes staring at the ceiling, "draw attention to the target so that everyone that's looking for her can find her."

it certainly would've been easier for the candygram deliverer and, in turn, kerina and felix.

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"Tracking them a week in advance would have helped," he commented idly, knowing there was little they could have done on such short notice. "As it is, we were probably lucky to spot even one of them."

And... incapacitate them, unfortunately. He glanced around at their surroundings while Kerina checked her phone. There weren't any other students within visible distance, at least, which cut down on any time they'd have to spend explaining themselves to witnesses.

Not that there was much he could explain, given the impulse that had led them to this part of the school grounds. "I'm in one club, Keri. I know even less than you do." Granted, the activity he'd chosen was year-round, ensuring that he was on campus outside of class frequently enough - but he was indoors more often than not, leaving him quite bereft of any useful information.

Still, he fell into step as Kerina swiveled away, grumbling slightly at her continued insinuations. "I still have legs, don't I?" Whatever banter they managed was usually short-lived, though, and he shrugged off her words with customary brevity. "I have the rest of the day off. It's why I could study with you in the first place."

At the threshold of the school he snorted, having put his jacket back on during the walk over so that he could shove his hands into the pockets. "I don't have any candy for you, so I'll refrain." It occurred to him, then, that perhaps he should have bought her a candygram, while supplies had still lasted. He'd neglected to purchase any at all this year, due to a mixture of business and disregard for school involvement.

Having nothing for a friend did strike him as something to feel guilty about, but he blinked without comment and turned to follow her toward the gym regardless. He'd give her an extra gift at Christmas, most likely.

"That's tenable," he said, to her musing out loud. "As long as the path she takes to the office allows for interception of a delivery person." Tilting his head, he recalled the layout of that part of the school with some focus, having frequented the area not as much as he did the library. "There's a connecting hallway that one of them might use as a shortcut, I think. One of us could wait there while the other one asks for the announcement to be made."

ft. kerina chevalier where in the world is piper finch?!

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#466
the only club felix in was... "ah. right. the drama club," kerina recalled, though it had taken her more than a second to remember. maybe because it didn't necessarily suit him but, that was probably the point. he wanted to 'try something new,' right? still, who was kerina to say that he 'didn't look the type?' she probably didn't look all that violent to strangers either and yet, there she was.

at felix's reassurance, the seventeen-year-old found herself at a slight loss, "... why?" she questioned, staring almost cynically at the blonde and not exactly sure whether there was anything else to say about his continued support. still, she added: "i mean. alright."

for some reason, there was always something a bit awkward when someone agreed to keep her company. especially when it wasn't beneficial to them in any way. they weren't hanging out or studying together (anymore), and this was literally just felix doing her a favour. as in, honestly, he didn't have to keep doing her that same favour. he wasn't obligated to, and he had already wasted enough time on her ridiculous nonsense. wasn't it enough? kerina wondered briefly whether she would've done the same had she been in his shoe.

then again, she just wasn't used to the idea of another person (friends or otherwise) actually being fine with spending more time with her. were they just being nice? because she didn't actually have anything good to offer, did she? not that she was self-loathing or anything, but she was certainly very self-aware; most people could find something to dislike about her, and she was fine with it. she was comfortable with it. it's when they didn't actually dislike her and accepted her-

"that's," shaken out of her thoughts, she began a beat faster than intended when felix admitted to having no candy gram for her, "oh." she blinked blankly at him, "this is good enough." in fact, she should've probably gotten him another candy gram for helping her out. a lack of foresight on her part, but it couldn't be helped.

she gave a nod to felix's words as she tried to recall the floor plan of the school building. "yeah. that works," kerina responded somewhat thoughtfully, feeling rather grateful that felix was a lot more organized and better at planning than her. despite appearance, kerina was always more of a 'do first, ask later' person; she was pretty much stuck to the idea of stalking piper until a candy gram volunteer showed up, but... felix's way was clearly less risque and a lot more reliable, "should i ambush near the hallway? assuming that you're tired from earlier."

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He only shrugged, suspecting she wouldn't appreciate an explicit attempt to dissect their feelings. "I'm an altruist."

(Demonstrably false in an objective sense, on account of the very little fitness he had to donate to anybody, let alone a relatively capable Kerina Chevalier. The sentiment lingered regardless.)

In all honesty he was actually rather easy to convince, when it came to odd and reckless plans. It had accounted for a number of particularly devilish pranks, back in middle school - he hadn't known Kerina then, though, having become outwardly calmer by the time their first year at Ridgeview had come. Still, in the time since there were a number of... incidents that came to mind, though hardly any had been of his own design.

Her appreciation, though dilute, made him shrug again, the gesture somehow warmer this time as he followed her into the building. "Happy to help." Similarly, his tone was dry as he said it, sarcasm running a low current as always - not that he was bothered by the effort. She'd done her share of tolerating him as well, given his sharp temperament and various other idiosyncracies. The least he could do when she found herself faced with a dilemma was hear it out.

Of course, having developed a healthy enough streak of competitive drive after that first math class together, he didn't stop at just listening to her problems. Hence the hallway, suggested in attempts to help draw their pursuit to a productive close, and hence his only fleeting look of irritation as Kerina pointed out his mild (mild, mind) exhaustion once again.

"You do have a better chance of pulling it off." As they continued toward the administrative wing, he veered down a connected hallway and took the short walk to his locker, depositing press and coat and returning with his load considerably lightened. "I don't know Piper Finch that well. What should I cite as a reason for her to come?"

ft. kerina chevalier the final phase... begins

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#290
at felix's response - that he was 'happy to help' - kerina faintly and briefly wrinkled her nose. it was suddenly a bit itchy because of the prickly sensation. her eyes welled, and she lifted a fist to bite on the knuckle of her index finger. "hng," she offered to herself as a droplet of tears slid down her cheek. so much for her attempt at stopping herself from actually crying. even if her actual facial expression remained about as indifferent as usual.

pulling her fist from her teeth, the seventeen-year-old glanced to her friend again as he walked to his locker. she stopped in her tracks and, while waiting for him, wiped away the tears with her sleeve. she quickly exhaled after a sniff, the heat in her cheeks dissipating.

felix soon returned from unloading his bag, but she was quiet for a second or two even at his question. nevertheless, she opened her mouth again moments later, "... her elephant is waiting for her in the office." russet eyes blinked once before she added, flatly as ever and without missing a single beat, "if we were to address the elephant in the room at all, i guess."

with that, kerina silently heaved at the strap of her bag once more, "but something simple is fine: that there's a person wanting to talk to her, maybe." which technically wasn't quite wrong. not when it applied to kerina. even if she didn't actually plan on coming in any form of contact with piper, verbally or otherwise. shoulders gave the slightest shrug before she nodded and turned around to walk to the connecting hallway that felix had spoke of, "yeah. that'll do. thanks."

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At the subtle shift in her posture he continued to look blandly ahead, giving her a few seconds as she collected herself. She was surprisingly prone to emotion, though he tended not to comment on it in the uncommon moments when he was around to bear witness.

Likewise he took his time at his locker, folding his coat into a neat bundle before leaving it on top of his press and closing the door. At the slight sticking of the lock he frowned, before turning to push his shoulder against it - one or two careful shoves and it clicked into place, allowing him to spin the lock and step away. Most likely two years of finagling a press into the limited space had impacted the fit of the door slightly, though he saw no reason to bring it up with the administration yet.

At rejoining Kerina he raised an eyebrow dryly, affecting a look of attentive skepticism. "I sense I am unqualified to handle this particular elephant." There was little he had to offer in the way of an actual suggestion, though, so he only adjusted the straps of his bag before falling into step next to her. "If you believe she'd respond to it, then."

When the hallway split he kept walking, chancing a breach of boundaries to reach out and brush the back of his wrist gently against Kerina's. "Good luck."

The office wasn't much farther beyond, and within a few minutes he had let himself in, taking a quiet breath and thinking, briefly, of Florence before making his way to the person at the desk.

"I'm not sure where my project partner is," he said simply, laying his student ID flat on the table before he could be asked. In a few more short sentences he managed to convince Mrs. Turner that Piper was needed for a student council-related task, sooner rather than later.

Out across Ridgeview's campus, the PA system came to life, passing along a request for Piper to come to the administration office.

ft. kerina chevalier a t t a c c

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#504
there have been times when kerina was sure that she was only pursuing a goal out of pure stubbornness more than anything else. this was one of those times. it's not a life or death situation, after all. would anything actually change even if piper saw the candygram? or should? anything change?

because technically, kerina had already insisted that they stayed out of each other's way. and technically, piper had already taken the hint. and yet there she went, sending the other senior a candygram and contradicting herself. and on second (third, fourth, fifth) thought: okay. okay. yeah. nevermind. she had to get it back. it was inevitable after all. fuck. why did she keep thinking about it? just bite the bullet and do it, right? she was usually able to just brave up and face her problems. if anything, piper's current impression of her shouldn't actually mean much.

well, except for the fact that it kind of did, otherwise she wouldn't be in this neverending loop of doubt and uncertainty in the first place?

god dammit. it'd better end soon or so help her.

with a tight-lipped scowl, the seventeen-year-old reached the end of the connected hallway and stepped around the corner. leaning against the wall, she slid her hands into her pockets and stared up unblinkingly at the ceiling.

soon enough, the voice of the office lady sounded across campus right before kerina's train of thought wandered to the items on sale at the supermarket. gaze slid left, then right, looking for any sign of a prancing candy cane. quietly, she readied her schoolbag in her hands, looking much too suspicious to be someone who was simply waiting for their friend. not that she was ever any good at acting in the first place.

maybe that was why the exhausted event volunteer walking pass her decided to pick up their pace after just one glance at her. but the brunette was quick to tail after them even as they broke into a sprint. the candy cane screamed when kerina swung her backpack around, once again treating it like the murder weapon that it wasn't.

"why're you... why're you chasing me?" the candy cane wailed breathily as they ran for dear life, but garnered absolutely no verbal response from the girl whose sole intention was to knock them out.

it took little time for the pair to near the school office, and when the candy cane seemed to perk up, kerina tossed her bag aside and pounced. the last thing she took a glimpse of before successfully tackling the event volunteer, was a figure who sported a hairstyle similar to her own. however, the crash against the floor was enough to distact her from identifying the figure.

was it piper? or was it felix? hell, was it mrs. turner? why did they all have short hair, anyway?

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