Covert Undercover Night Trucker (T-M/Accepting)

"Well I suppose there is no point in going inside. It's beautiful out." she told him. She plopped down on the hillside.
"Look how pretty the sky is"

Michael nodded in agreement, smiling a little, "I used to stare at it all the time when I was a kid. I don't bother as much anymore."

Amethyst patted a spot next to her.
"When I was a kid I never really bothered with that stuff when I was younger. Then I realized that if you don't stop and look, well, it just doesn't seem as important as it is until it's too late."

Wade stepped out into the great outdoors, inhaling deeply, "Would you smell that air? Sweet and clean...and ripe for seasonal allergies!" he said, looking over the woods, Prince, Dallas and Allie with him.

Forming a rectangle with the thumb and index fingers of both hands, he looked through, scoping the area, "Oh yeah, this'll be great for the day-time travel scene! Our lovely leading lady, traveling through the wilderness on her way to Grandma's bunker is ambushed by three bears in wolf costumes! Ah yeah, I can really feel it!"

Michael smiled slightly as he took the spot beside her, "Strange. When I was younger, the world used to seem so new, so bright. Then, I grew older and I stopped looking."

"Well, I was a little girl, life was all sugar and Disney princesses. There was no time for clouds when there were games to play, swings to swing on. Swings...." she said, fantasizing about swings. Despite her fear and hatred towards playgrounds, there was something so pure and innocent about swings.

Allie smiled as she watched Wade's antics and then she looked up at Dallas. "Isn't this exciting?" she whispered to him, barely managing to stop her dance of glee.

"Hm... Swings still exist. In fact, I think there's a swing set in a park near here. Big enough to support teenagers," he told her with a grin.

Dallas


Dallas sighed as he watched Deadpool's antics. "Yeah. Exciting. That's one word for it. Hey, Director, you even have a script for us all to read?" he asked, staring at the boy in question.

"Oh? Well, that's nice..." she said, it was strange, to be afraid of something like that, but maybe she could give it a shot. For the swings.


((cookies to whoever gets the swings reference))

Michael couldn't help but grin mischievously at his friend. He offered his arm, "Shall we give them a try?"

"A script? Pish posh, of course I have a script!" said Wade indignantly as he pulled out an unorganized mess of papers, on the front of which had written, "Teh Greatest Movie Evah!" as he tossed it over to Dallas, "Besides, you're supposed to be an actor! The biggest part of acting is improvising! Showing your true stuff, but not that stuff...we'll talk about making a porno later, but right now...we have a vampire movie to make!" said Wade triumphantly.

Looking over to Allie, he said, "Okay, so we gonna do this? Of course we are; now while I pride myself on being able to do many things...do you want me or Prince to handle your makeup?"

"Uhhhhh.....sure why not?" She resigned, but she wasn't very confident or excited about the whole idea.
"Are we allowed to leave campus though? These are school hours." She pointed out.

"I don't think they'd mind. It's not like we have classes or anything," Michael pointed out as they headed towards the park.

"Okay. I don't really care if principal nevershutshismouth gets mad anyway." she told him honestly.

"That's the spirit," Michael told her as they left the grounded and entered a nearby park across the street. He pointed out the swing set with a grin, "Shall we try it out? You can get on and I'll push."

"ummmmm, yeah, right." she said, shuffling towards the swingset. It was all so terrifyingly familiar. The trees, the slide, the parking lot. She shuddered to herself. The parking lot.

Allie gave a nod of her head. "Of course we are! And I don't really know either of you, so I can't give a fair answer. Just as long as I look beautiful." She bit her lip, hoping that she didn't sound too vain. It wasn't that she cared about being popular or any of that, because she didn't. She just wanted to feel pretty, even if it was only for a short time.

Michael smiled encouragingly at his friend. When she sat on the swing, he began to push her slowly, smiling at her as she swung back and forth as he imperceptibly began to push harder.

Amethyst giggled.
"I haven't been on the swingset since I was 10." she told him, before realizing that was oddly specific.
"about." she added, it was a pretty lame attempt though.

"Well, there's no time like the present!" he told her with a laugh as he pushed her higher and higher. He found it odd that she was so specific, but didn't press. She'd tell him if she wanted to, he figured.

Dallas

Dallas caught the unorganized mess of papers and briefly looked through them. Hm. The writing was written in something he could not decipher (or perhaps that Wade had bad penmenship), and the scant sentences he could make out did not make Dallas....excited about this movie. Or even interested. Whatsoever.

"One, I can't even read most of this. Two, this better not be something like Twilight. I am not about to 'sparkle' in the sun." Dallas informed Kidpool.

Wade looked at Dallas, "Why the hell would you sparkle? I don't recall writing that the vampire falls into a vat of glitter and sequence!" said Wade indignantly, poking Dallas in the chest, "Besides, everyone knows they burst into confetti when in direct contact with peanuts! It's that darn weakness to the legumes..." he muttered, reaching into his backpack, he pulled out a cross, handing it to Dallas without looking, "Here, hold this; Stole it directly from the Vatican, if you'd believe that!"

Prince watched Wade with an amused look. He was an off-person, but she kind of liked it. At least he wasn't all that boring.

"What's going on," she asked. Wade was looking for her for a reason. Several possibilities went through her mind, but she didn't speak them. Most she would be too embarrassed to.

Amethyst smiled.
"Why don't you swing?" She suggested, swinging her legs back and forth to propel the swing.