Real Terror! ((Still acccepting RPers. Scary RP Rated T)) ANOUNCEMENT!

Taryn smiled right on back at Nick, "Glad you like it, Sparkles." It looked like she'd finally found a verbal sparring partner. Well, this should be fun, she thought. Then she said, "Yeah, it's weird to have cannibalism in a children's story."

"Two little kids go wondering through the woods. They find an old ladys' house and think it's made of gingerbread. That's destruction of property! The old lady, though, is kind to them and they pay her back by shoving her in the oven!" Thomas stated, retelling the story from his own point of view. He nodded in agreement with Taryn, "It teaches little children that it's okay to be cannibals!:

"It has witches fatties candy bread crumbs and chicken bones, what's not t love!?" pointed out Nick as he stood up from his kneeling save. "And Hansel I just tripped a jock don't you think he'll handle that for-" his sentence was cut short as the jock, clad in col slaw punched Nick in the face. Nick flew about a foot before crashing to the ground, he looked up at all of them. "See, what did I tell you?" he said, and got to his knees. He wasn't bleeding, but no doubt he would have one hell of a bruise.

"Well technically the story never said that the kids ate the woman. So it really just promotes paranoia and violence to the elderly." Michael pointed out calmly as he ignored Nick's the jock and Nick.

"I always thought that she let them eat all of the sweets to lure them into her grasp and it turned out she was a witch and then she threw them in the oven and ate them," Taryn said, "Either way, the story is... morally disturbed."

"But it would make a great test to see how strong a child's morals are, would it not? I mean after you finish you just look and see if the kid wants to laugh, cry, or ig their just confused." Michael explained. "This could be one of the only child's story that can also be used as a psychological test!" He explained almost gleefully but not quite near that level of joy.

Thomas rolled his eyes. He felt a little sorry for Nick.
"Are you alright?" He called. He turned to Taryn, "All fairy tales are disturbing. And I won't make a child listen to that story, Michael."

"Either way it's a stupid story." Lily snorted. When she saw Nick get punched she Cracked up laughing. "Ha! Nice one!"

"Yes but what makes Hansel and Grettle so special is it's one of the most disturbing child stories out there....besides Cinderella...and Snow White....and sleeping beauty." Michael said with slow realization.

"You know what? You're right Thomas, all fairy tales are disturbing and should be kept away from children."

While Nick was on his kneed the jock kicked him in the stomach. He thought he heard a pop, and he fell to the floor again. He rolled onto his back. "I can't say I don't deserve this!" he exclaimed, and stuck his finger in the air. The jock put his foot on Nick's chest. "Hey new kid. Here's a welcome present." he said, raising his fist. "Oh my! I forgot mine to you at home! I am so sorry!" Nick said sarcastically, and smiled up at the jock. It didn't take well, he was angrier.

"Thats enough." Lily said. She bent over, grabbed the football players ankle and pulled it up towards his head. This would cause him to fall back on his head. "I forgot to mention that I'm 2 pretests away from a Black Belt in the korean martial arts." She said.

((trufax.))

Thomas sighed before he asked his other friend rhetorically, "Can we go anywhere these days without Lily finding an excuse to fight? And does Nick have a death wish?"

Taryn smirked, "Well the answers are no and no. I understand Lily, fighting is fun. And Nick, I believe is hopelessly addicted to sarcasm and can't help himself."

Nick laughed, it was a little more like a choking laugh, because of the kick to the stomach, he tasted blood in his mouth. He spat it out. "Good to know before he knocks me unconscious." Nick chuckled, and struggled until he was sitting up. The jock fell backwards, and smashed his head on the floor. He grunted. "But just so you know, I had him just where I wanted him." Nick lied.

"Oh. So you're a masochist then?" Michael asked sarcastically as he called Nick's bluff.

"No matter I suppose, it's too much, too late." The boy said as he pointed out that a teacher was coming over to their table.

"Sure he did," Thomas commented dryly, referring to Nick's comment before raising an eyebrow at Taryn, "Well, I supposed it's a little fun and if you ever get hurt, I'll kiss you better."

"You keep telling yourself that." Lily smiled. She looked at the teacher "In my defense Ma'am, he was beating on my friend, he deserved it." She grinned at the teacher and held out her hands, wrist up, as if waiting to be handcuffed.

Nick got up, and ignored many of the comments made towards him. The jock was beginning to get up. Nick leaned down, and slipped on the chains to the ruby gem thing. He picked the jock up by the collar, and brought him to his feet. He then brought his fist back and then forwards, and there was a small flash from the gem, then the jock flew a few feet before landing on the ground again. Nick's face was expressionless as he did this. He turned to the teacher and then there was a huge childish grin on his face. "It was all me ma'am. Nobody else was involved." he said, offering to take the heat.

Thomas raised an eyebrow as he saw the jock get knocked back by Nick's gem. His bones suddenly felt cold. It was like they were frozen. He spoke, "What was that?"

Taryn blinked a few times and she recoiled at the odd chill that ran through her, moving slightly closer to Thomas. "I don't know. But I feel weird..."

Lily's eyes widened. "So there are others...."She whispered. She didn't men to say it aloud. She looked at the silver cross encrusted with saphires, hung on her neck hidden by her shirt. It didn't do charms, but they all meant one thing, magic, whether it belong to a werewolf, a demon, a vampire, all the desendants earned one at age fifteen, when they were told of their powers that would begin developing.

Out of instinct, Thomas held his friend's (or was it girlfriend's?) hand. This was different. He was certain of it. He murmured, "Me too. It feels like my bones are freezing."
(Should we timeskip to the Amity House soon or at least after school?)

((hows about after school. at the park.))

(That's fine with me. How about everyone else?)

((Sure.))