Post by gvb on Nov 11, 2024 17:11:06 GMT -6
5x03 THE HOWLING MAN
The Second Floor
Thursday, November 7th, 2024
3:16 AM
The hallway was dark and quiet, as it was expected to be at this time of the night. A squeaking sound, a door opening and a figure crawling out of a messy room that can't belong to anyone else but Mars. The Academy's resident Martian started tiptoeing down the corridor in the most comical and cartoonish way, managing to walk without making a sound. Dealing with the staircase may be a bit trickier, the old wood was known to be creaking and she didn't want to make too much noise.
Suddenly an idea flashed in her mind. With a big smille, she hoisted herself up and sits on the old handrail, letting gravity do its job and take her downstairs. She moved swiftly and quietly through the various rooms and hallways, finally reaching her destination. The kitchen.
This wasn't about getting a late night snack. She dropped on all fours and began to crawl under the tables, crossing the dining area to reach the counter. The door that would take her inside the area reserved to the personnel was only a few steps away, but she still opted to leap over the counter to reach the other side. She moved with purpose, knowing exactly where to find what she came here for. She opened the cabinet and pulled out a box with SUGAR written in big red letters.
A soft giggle escaped her lips, almost a maniacal laughter. The kind of chuckle you hear from stereotypical bad guys in cartoons, or movies. She sprinted toward the exit, getting out in the parking area of The Academy.
Her movements triggered the motion detector, and a bright headlight suddenly flickered on, illuminating the area. Mars stopped right under the camera, turning her head to the source of light.
Mars:
Shhhhh!
She brought her index finger to her lips, using the other hand to shield her eyes from the light.
Mars:
You really have to be so LOUD?
She wasn't addressing the camera. No, she was talking to the headlight. Her voice was a very loud whisper.
Mars:
Yes, I know I'm supposed to be sleeping... But I have to do this, 113 must be avenged.
For those of you who don't keep track with her, 113 was the number of her room, the one she had to move out from.
Mars:
I'm not asking you to be my co-conspirator... Just, please, don't be a narc, you never seen me here.
She even motioned it to zip its mouth. After this... interesting conversation, she made a beeline to her objective. Nathan Maddox's car. You can guess what happened next, Mars opened the fuel tank and emptied the sugar box inside it.
And then, as nothing happened, she casually strolled back inside the Academy.
The Entrance Hall
Friday, November 8th, 2024
2:45 PM
Candice accepts her Amazon delivery at the door, taking a brief moment to try and remember what she ordered but then it clicked and she opened up her cardboard envelope, used her teeth to slice open the plastic and it's Candy with a new mini skirt. Walking down the hall is Razor Wolf, shirt off with just his patented mask and a pair of basketball shorts. He glanced over at Candice and her new mini skirt in his hand and tilted his head.
Razor Wolf:
Huh. Do you plan on putting those on right now and doing a fashion show in front of me or do you randomly stand at the door to your room with a skirt in your hand?
Candice Smith:
I was looking at how it would sit on me when I go back home for the weekend if you must know, PackJack.
Razor Wolf:
Oh, 'PackJack,' huh? Alright, Candy Cane, I’ll let that one slide… for now.
He smirks, leaning casually against the doorframe, eyes flicking between the mini skirt and Candice with a playful grin.
Razor Wolf:
But you know, if you’re doing a ‘fit check for the weekend, I’m a pretty solid judge of style. How about you give me a little preview? C’mon, I promise I’ll only be mildly critical… and mostly distracted.
Candice Smith:
Given the mismatch of the mask with your pants, I don't know how critical you can be - while having a paw to stand on.
She leans back on to her back foot.
Candice Smith:
Besides I'm going to look very cute, you'd be nothing but distracted.
As she folded her skirt over. Well aware he was putting the moves on her.
Candice Smith:
And don't you deny it, Pooch.
He laughs, the sound warm and genuine, adjusting his mask slightly as if to punctuate her jab.
Razor Wolf:
Touché, Candy Cane! I may not be a fashion icon like you, but you can’t deny this mask adds mystery and danger—keeps people guessing, y’know?
He crosses his arms, clearly enjoying the banter.
Razor Wolf:
And hey, I’m already distracted. A cute girl with confidence? You might as well be waving a treat in front of me.
He smirks, eyes twinkling behind the mask.
Razor Wolf:
Guess I’ll have to keep an eye out when you come back, just to see if your 'cute' lives up to the hype… if you’re brave enough to let me judge, that is.
Candice Smith:
It will and if you mark me down harshly or unfairly, I'll swipe that mask off you or sprinkle in some glue so that little Mystery becomes like The Watcher - the Mystery Remains Unsolved…
She playfully teased/threatened while dropping something she'd watched recently that irked her with no ending.
He gasps theatrically, bringing a hand to his chest.
Razor Wolf:
Oh no, not The Watcher treatment! That’s a fate worse than a low Yelp review!
He chuckles, shaking his head, clearly amused by her playful threat.
Razor Wolf:
But hey, you go ahead and try that mask swipe, and you’ll just give me an excuse to keep coming around to ‘critique’ every outfit you own. Sounds like a win-win to me.
He winks, leaning in slightly.
Razor Wolf:
And don’t worry, Candy Cane, I’ll be fair… mostly. But you better prepare yourself, ‘cause if you look even half as good as I think you will, you might just end up distracting the Goldstar Champ.
She rolls her eyes, though there’s a smile tugging at the corner of her lips.
Candy Smith:
Distracting, huh? Well, don’t let me throw you off your game, Goldstar Champ. You’ve got a big match this week, remember? Gotta keep that focus sharp, PackJack.
She holds the mini skirt up with a playful look, as if considering whether to take him up on his offer for a “preview,” before shaking her head with a grin.
Candice Smith:
Good luck, by the way. I’d say ‘don’t get too distracted,’ but I know you’d find a way to make it sound like a challenge.
With that, she gives him a light shove on the shoulder before heading back into her room, leaving Razor Wolf chuckling as he watches her go.
The Ready Room
Friday, November 8th, 2024
5:20 PM
There was a bright light seen as the scene faded out to one of the ready rooms, a vanity mirror full of shining lights peeled back to showcase none other than Raya Hope Inella, a concentrated look on her face as she held a pair of tweezers in her head, delicately placing a gem into some glue before placing it just above her the crease of her eye.
Smiling completely she let out a sigh before hearing the sound of her phone ringing, echoes of BlackPink’s kill this love, as she looked down at the screen.
From the look on her face you could see that she wasn’t happy, before finally swiping right.
Raya Hope Inella:
Hey mom.
She echoed it was soft and delicately posed.
Raya Hope Inella:
Yeah I saw you tried to face time, the performance is tonight.
It was at least only half a lie.
Raya Hope Inella:
Look it’s only a small part okay? I’ll try to make sure someone sends you video.
As she was talking another figure appeared in the mirror behind her she glanced up from to the arrival and smiled seeing Bulldozer Nathan Maddox. Her eyes drifted back down as she concentrated on the phone conversation.
Raya Hope Inella:
I know you and dad are forking the bill and you what to see progress, I know . . . I know.
She rolled her eyes then and interjected before the other voice could continue.
Raya Hope Inella:
Look I’ve got to go, I have to finish getting ready, I love you.
She chimed and before she could even respond Raya had already hung up, letting out a sigh before placing her phone down on the stand in front of her. She was quick to her feet then making her way over to Nathan sparkling in her new orange gear. She practically danced across the floor to greet him.
Raya Hope Inella:
Hey you!
She said before nuzzling up to him in a full hug, although she had to practically jump to reach his shoulders.
He happily held her close, kissing her forehead.
Nathan Maddox:
Hey babygirl, what's new?
He smiled, content to be holding her. Not that she ever felt far away really.
Raya Hope Inella:
Just getting ready for this match, my chance at vengeance.
She was hardly convincing, but her eyes said something different.
Raya Hope Inella:
I am sorry you don’t get to compete. I still disagree. Noah and Razor Wolf got in a fight and got to fight for the gold star the next night.
She shook her head.
He grumbled, groaned and sighed.
Nathan Maddox:
Right?
Now she had him firing up.
Nathan Maddox:
Stupid BS, double standard rules. Applied when they want, to whoever they want, but it's never going to be the same for us as it is for the faves. If it was, hell, these dumb bitches would be kicked out for being permanently high. So I guess we just gotta fight through it all, right?
She couldn’t help the smile that formed on her face. The passion obviously something she resonated with.
Raya Hope Inella:
Damn right we do, and we will.
She lightly placed her hand in his.
Raya Hope Inella:
In the meantime, I think it’s my turn to powerslam this Dino guy. I owe him one.
There was a light and airy tone to her voice then but you could tell she was determined.
Raya Hope Inella:
After I win, they are going to have to give us a chance at those belts again.
An affirmative and assured statement.
Nathan Maddox:
They'll find some way to screw us over...
He laughed.
Nathan Maddox:
But you know what? We'll smash whatever they put against us. Just like you'll smash Dino, that stupid motion. I hope you knock him out, that works be pretty funny. And then...
He kissed her cheek a couple of times.
Nathan Maddox:
...after that, we will celebrate.
She gripped her hand in his and nodded.
Raya Hope Inella:
Then let’s do this!
There was an aura in her demeanor then. A stark confidence, she knew it was her time to shine and then once again, it was them against the world.
Team Title Match
Team Noir © (Paizlee & Candice Smith) VS Team Strike (Noah Torres & CS Tatum)
WINNER: Team Noir (STILL TEAM CHAMPIONS) BY: Pinfall (Diving Legdrop/Diving Splash combo), 10:06 |
Singles Match
Raya Hope Inella VS Dino Saurus
WINNER: Raya Hope Inella BY: Pinfall (Roll Up), 9:33 |
Singles Match
Sia van der Hoek VS Razor Wolf
WINNER: Razor Wolf BY: Pinfall (springboard elbow), 14:47 |