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Jack Quill

The Apple doesn't fall far from the Tree.

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a character in “The Descendants”, as played by Seveneleven

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Hey there, I'm Star-Lord, perhaps you've heard of me?

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N A M E
Jonathan Tomas Quill "That's my name, don't wear it out."

N I C K N A M E S
Jack, Star-Lord "Um, Mr. Quill was my Dad but if you call him that, he'll say the same thing too."

P H Y S I C A L 0 A G E
25 "Ladies watch out, young stud on the prowl."

G E N D E R
Male "All-natural by the way."

S E X U A L I T Y
Heterosexual "I don't fool around with no Oscar-Meyer Wiener!"

S P E C I E S
Human "Or Terran, if your not from around here and I'm also a quarter Spartoi."

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Get a good look at the merchandise ladies, but remember no touching...unless your hot of course.

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H E I G H T
5'11"

W E I G H T
180 lbs

H A I R 0 C O L O R
Dirty Blonde "Trust me, I can get plenty dirty."

E Y E 0 C O L O R
Green

A P P E A R A N C E
Some say he is the splittin image of his dad. With the dirty blonde hair, the scruffy facial hair and the dreamy eyes, or at least from what some women have said. He is a strapping young man with a fit physique and a flair for wearing leather. Although, not admittingly, he isn't as tall as his Dad but that doesn't stop him feeling like he is ten inches taller.


M A R K I N G S
Surprisingly he doesn't have any tattoos or piercings. Says he doesn't need them to attract the ladies.




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If you get to know me, I can be pretty awesome.

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Attractive โœซ Adventurous โœซ Confident โœซ Fun Loving

Filled with boundless self-esteem, the confident and handsome, Jack Quill, struts his way through life. He sees life as one great adventure just waiting to be explored. Which leaves him with a deep sense of wanderlust making him often wish about traveling the world beyond his own, just like his Dad, Peter did. Also like his father, Jack is quite the ladies' man as he self proclaims. It's undeniable that he did inherit his father's considerable libido and is often known to be extremely flirtatious. While some can resist his charm, it doesn't stop him from trying again and again.

He's also a funny person or at least he believes so himself. Sometimes his one-liners are cheesy and outdated but it worked for his father all over the galaxy, albeit Alien chicks don't know which pick up lines are old by Earth standards. He is generally an out going and fun loving person, who, at times, doesn't act serious enough. Which has gotten him on the bad side of others, but like his father, he does do alot of talking to get himself out of trouble. Even though it has gotten him into even more trouble as well. Even though he seems like a skirt chasing goof most of the time, within him, is a brave and noble man. One who has sense of right and wrong....even though he tends to be bad himself. Not evil, villain bad mind you, just a bit of an outlaw now and again.



L I K E S
    Women I like the ladies and they like me.
    Exploration I just want to get out there in the Galaxy, you know?
    Music Without music, the world and the universe, would be one sad place.
    Dancing With some good music, I can't help but move!
    Peter Quill I gotta hand it to my old man, he was pretty fly for a white guy.
    Piloting I got that from my Dad too.
    Outlaw Yeah, I'm bad!
D I S L I K E S
    Authority It's not that I don't respect the guys in charge, it's just they're so lame sometimes...hell, even my Dad knew that!
    Evil Look I may not be the star choir boy either, but there's a fine line between being bad and being evil.
    Grounded I hate being cooped up for too long.
    Mistreatment I may sleep around alot but I never, ever, lay my hands on a woman that wasn't in a sexual way!
    Boredom Eh, I don't like having nothing to do or people who are just that.
H O B B I E S
    Guitar I know a couple songs.
    Shooting Hey, I'm pretty good with this thing.
    Piloting I consider it a hobby too.
H A B I T S
    Flirt Well if I see a girl I like, I'm not afraid to introduce myself.
    Wanderer Yeah, I'm a wanderer.
    Thief I dabble in alternative collecting.
    Partier Yeah I love a party!
    Sex I guess I fool around a time or two.
F E A R S
    Death It's not so much the dying part...it's the fear that's the end of everything...the end of music, life, and love...just nothingness, I guess that's what I fear most.
    Lost Mix Tapes I may use an iPhone instead of a Walkman, but if I lost those cassettes, man, I don't even want to think about that.
    Going Deaf I may listen to my music too loudly but if I lost my hearing, man that would be it.
    Settling Down I mean I guess I have to at some point but I can't help but wish that day never comes.


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P O W E R S
โœซ Flight - Via Jet Boots
โœซ Space Travel - Can survive in the deep vacuum of space via his helmet and uniform
โœซ Language Comprehension - A Translator Implant was placed within his neck for him to understand the language of almost every known species in the Galaxy.
โœซ Increased Durability - Being at least a quarter Spartoi he can withstand greater amounts of damage than normal but not to the extent of his father.
โœซ Elemental Manipulation - via the Spartax Element Gun

A B I L I T I E S
โœซ Marksmanship - Highly skilled in the use of firearms, especially his weapon of choice, the Spartax Element Gun
โœซ Strategist - An expert problem solver
โœซ Combatant - Skilled in close quarters combat.
โœซ Thievery - Learnt the art of theft and evasion from his father
โœซ Pilot - Masterful piloting skills


W E A K N E S S E S
โœซ Women - "Sometimes it's a curse."
โœซ Trouble Maker - "It does make it hard to sell the whole, hero angle."
โœซ 75% Human - "I may be a quarter Spartoi but getting shot and stabbed still hurts."
โœซ Wanderlust - "The Galaxy she calls to me!"
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ImageJonathan Tomas Quill is the son of Peter Jason Quill, aka Star-Lord, and a Human mother. Funny, of all the women in the Galaxy he slept around with, it would be an Earthling Woman that he manages to knock up. Funny, how ironic life can be sometimes. When Peter learned of his newborn son back on Earth, unlike his own father, Peter wanted to be their in person to see his son and help to raise him. Yet, when he returned, Peter soon found out that home life was incredibly dreary.

He felt stiffed and cooped up, being forced to be come a father that stays at home. To pass the time, Peter taught his son about the Galaxy and the life and cultures found out there. He taught him about Alien technology and how to fight, shoot, and steal as well. It would be then that a tragic accident occurred when his mother was the victim of a car crash. She died from traumatic injuries in the E.R. This reverberated with Star-Lord who saw his own mother die in the hospital as well, albeit for different reasons. It was then Peter decided to do what was done to him at this time, abduct his son but actually do it properly and without the threat of eating him for dinner. Peter took his son aboard his ship and off into space they went and this was the happiest moment in Jack's life. Finally he would experience the numerous bedtime stories his father had told him.

After trotting around the Galaxy for some years, Peter did the unexpected and returned to Earth. There he enrolled his son in the Descendants Academy, much to his son's chagrin. He didn't want an education he wanted to be an intrepid explorer and famed outlaw like his father. Except Peter wanted for his son the one thing he didn't receive when he was abducted and that was a proper education. Besides, he did worry that some of his influence was rubbing a bit too much off of him. Although by this point it was too late, Jack is his father's son, a real chip off the old block. Jack begrudgingly agreed to his father's wishes, but it wasn't all bad. Peter left him with his equipment, jet boots, helmet, uniform, gravity mines, the Element Gun, and his mix tapes. It was then Jack realized how serious this was for his dad, and was able to swallow his being here alot more better. Even though going to the academy has it's ups and downs, Jack still can't wait until he's back in the Galaxy and immersing himself in all it's glory.
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I thought they were talking about the magazine but hey, this works too!

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In Jack Quill's words...
This is my pad of awesomeness and I will say this, it beats the cots back on the Milano. Still, I wish my room could fly off into the stars but I guess I can settle for watching them from the windows. Man, I can't begin to tell you how many crazy parties I've had in here. If janitors came into my room, I bet I would've drove them crazy by now. I'm surprised I haven't driven anyone crazy yet, the walls in here must be soundproof or something.
H E X C O D E : # * * * * * * C R E A T O R : Seveneleven F A C E C L A I M : Sam Claflin

So begins...

Jack Quill's Story

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Wren Wilson Character Portrait: Jack Quill Character Portrait: Christian Kasady Character Portrait: Lindsey "Kari" Grayson Character Portrait: Kumiko Oyama
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Watching Kumiko make her way towards Jack Kari stood and walked out onto the balcony. She smiled at both Wren and Christian "You are missing some interesting stuff inside." She motioned towards the doors that lead back inside the penthouse. She climbed onto the rail of the that is supposed to be there to keep people from falling off. She walked along the length of it, "Great party Wren, as always. Good night guys." She said and jumped into the open air. She flew around the building and onto her balcony. It was chilly, way to chilly for her other wise she'd have flown around a little more, plus curfew was closer.

She didn't drink much which was kind of a surprise for her. Normally she was all about the alcohol but drama and the game got more of her attention. Things were about to get a little more tense because of that game. Kari changed out of her party outfit and into her pajamas.


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Honestly Kumiko didn't know how to respond to his question so she didn't. She leaned forward and gave him a soft peck on the lips. She leaned away from him and stared for a few seconds before walking away trying to find someone else before they got a chance to leave. There weren't many students left but she was determined to finish what was required of her. It was pretty much just Wren and Christian on the balcony. Neither of them bothered her at the least and she never understood why people didn't like either of them.

She made her way out to the balcony and looked between both Wren and Christian. She'd remembered that not too long ago Christian had freaked out about Wren kissing him during the game and she didn't want to upset him again since it seemed that wren had managed to calm him.

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Alex Todd Character Portrait: Frankie Parker Character Portrait: Wren Wilson Character Portrait: Enzo Nigma Character Portrait: Nathaniel Bane Character Portrait: Jack Quill
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Wren Wilson
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Frankie Parker
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Enzo Nigma
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Frankie cupped her hands together while rocking back and forth onto her heels. She usually was patient but at that particular moment she wished more than anything that the damned elevator would arrive before someone showed up. If she had her webshooters she could just jump out the window or something else stupid and reckless like half of the others. But generally when going to a party that doesn't cross one's mind. She started chewing on her bottom lip but only for a moment before huffing softly when she heard feet approaching.

"Hiya Frank." Matt said as he came into view beside her, giving her a half smile. "Do you mind if..." He motioned towards the doors.

Frankie's rising tension disipated with a soft smile when she saw it was someone who wouldn't set her teeth on edge. "Oh hey Matty." She brushed her hair behind her ears before nodding. "Yeah of course... As long as we don't talk about the party." She gave a weak laugh and an exasperated smile.

Her attention was then drawn towards Elizabeth who joined them as they waited for the terribly slow elevator. "Weird party, huh?"

Frankie gave an awkward laugh while rubbing the back of her neck. Before she got a chance to reply another person joined the group. "Green is more my color than yours." Her brows furrowed as she crossed her arms over her chest. Junior then leaned over her but Frankie stood her ground not giving an inch while staring straight back up at him. "Though it's not Alex's color either. Maybe that's what Bane sees in both of you."

She'd be lying if she said she wasn't jealous of the kiss shared between the two. It was obvious and even psycho pants over here noticed it but Frankie couldn't fight her urge to defend herself, Nathaniel and even Alex. "Yeah? And red isn't your color... But I still have an urge to see you covered in blood." Her hands moved to rest on her hips as she took a step towards him so her chest nearly pressed to his. "And his name is Nathaniel."

She wanted to smack his crooked little face all down the hallway. It took a lot to get her mad, she usually was as much of a threat as a bunny rabbit, but Junior knew how to press someone's buttons and Frankie was fuming. She was contemplating saying something else, maybe even surprising half the world and slapping the grin off his face but a hand appeared on Junior's shoulder and pulled him back. "Relax, Sergeant. We were just having a friendly conversation."

Freddie moved in front of Frankie separating her from Junior. "Hey!" She jumped to try and look over his shoulder at the Joker who was probably enjoying this way too much. "I was about to kick some major Psychopath ass." She pouted slightly. Was that the truth? Probably not but she felt like she was on a roll.

"So Stark said that I'd be expelled on my first day if I didn't snag a date to the dance and you get to be the luckiest girl here and go with me." Freddie's... order? took Frankie by enough surprise that when she was about to rant some more about kicking Junior's ass she froze her mouth agape just staring up at Freddie. They had been friends for longer than she could count so of course he came and asked her because it took no effort on his part.

Before she had a chance to reply Junior had to pipe up once again, "Oh my.... This night is full of illogical ships."

"That's it!" Frankie jumped, reaching her arms over Freddie's shoulders as she tried to grab for Junior. "I'm going to strangle you with a balloon animal!"

Saved by the bell... Or ding of a slow elevator. Probably J.A.R.V.I.S.'s idea of a joke. Frankie grunted angrily as she entered the elevator, then held it open for everyone... Well everyone except Junior. She put out her hand to stop him before furiously clicking the "close doors" button. "Take a hike before I actually try to kill you." Sure she was mad but she didn't actually try to inflict serious damage. If she did, well it would have happened. Even though she wasn't as strong as her father she was still stronger than any human and contrary to popular belief, Junior was just an insane human like his father.

Frankie glared at Junior as the doors closed separating them. She let out a soft sigh and remained silent in the elevator. She wasn't in the mood to deal with anyone at that point. So once it opened on her floor she mumbled a soft, "Good night." To whomever was on the elevator with her before disappearing down the hall and into her room for the night.

Wren was surprised Christian didn't just about hurl himself over the balcony when she sat down beside him. She wasn't trying to scare him away or instigate the symbiote but just... Be there. "I can imagine...I understand the want to die, the desire for an end. I wouldn't want to last forever...not like this, it would be the ultimate nightmare."

She nodded her head while pursing her lips slightly. "Yeah..." Wren hated the whole "indestructible" part of her life she inherited from her dad. Of course it is, theoretically possible for her to die.... Maybe. But as far as her and her father knew, there wasn't anything yet. So she was stuck to live and keep on living past everyone. That's one thing no one realized about her, why she annoyed everyone. Part of it was just Wren being Wren but another part was to keep others away. It's easier being immortal when you don't have anyone close to you to watch wither away.

When she took his hand, Christian actually looked over at her and smiled, which Wren in return couldn't help but smile back. "If it's any consolation...I am sorry for what I said. When I feel something in the moment I just follow it through. Then sometimes I think I feel certain way but then it ends up being different. These feelings usually start out as something small...then they get bigger, and alot of it is......influenced......But I try to be in control of myself, it just isn't always easy. But...thank you, very much...for everything."

Wren smiled, giving his hand a squeeze and even nudging his shoulder with her own in a playful way. "I'm sorry I made a show of everything... And don't understand the concept of personal boundaries at all..." Her free hand scratched her head as she laughed awkwardly. "... And kissed you..."

As the balcony door opened, Wren quickly withdrew her hand from Christian's like she was caught in the middle of something she shouldn't have been. She cupped her hands together and cleared her throat as Kallistrate stepped out onto the terrace with them. She dug out a hershey's kiss for Christian before speaking, "She's right you know. Friends are crucial, especially doing what we do... Enjoy the chocolate. And if you ever find you have a hankering, I always have some." She smiled towards them both which Wren returned with a slight wave of the hand. "Enjoy your evening." With that Kallistrate went over the edge.

Wren was about to say something most likely sarcastic to lighten the mood but was interrupted by someone else joining them. "Oh, sorry! Night, guys, it was a great night." Mathias gave them a wave before jumping over the edge as well.

"I guess the party's over." Wren looked over at Christian laughing slightly.

Next Kari and Kumiko were at the balcony. At this point Wren was slightly rubbing her temples half covering her face. She wasn't embarrassed to be seen with Christian or anything like but more of the mess she made earlier and the whispers she probably dragged him into unintentionally.

"You are missing some interesting stuff inside." Kari said before climbing up onto the railing. "Great party Wren, as always. Good night guys."

Wren just watched as she too went over the edge. After a moment or two she looked over at Christian with a confused scrunched up face. "Does no one take the stairs anymore?" She then stood up and walked over to the railing, resting her hands upon it before looking over. "I mean damn... I could jump over the edge too but then they'd be cleaning pieces of me up for weeks." She pivoted around to lean back against the railing to look over at Christian. "And a fall like that?" Wren motioned over her shoulders. "I'd be sore for days."

With a sigh, Wren walked over towards him, giving his foot a light nudge. "Thanks for coming to my shit storm of a party." She laughed before offering him a hand. "I'm sure after what I put you through that guy could use some rest."

Wren showed everyone who remained in her penthouse out of the party before J.A.R.V.I.S. got his circuits in a twist. Once everyone was out she groaned seeing how messy her place was. The one down side of being a party monster was the after party, a.k.a. clean up. Considering it was rarer than a hillbilly in wallstreet for Wren to actually be tired enough for sleep, she cracked her knuckles. "Let's get down to business." She then did a couple karate moves in the air while singing, "TO DEFEAT THE HUNS!!" Wren laughed at her own joke, dabbing at the fake tears. "Right? Right?" She looked around and her grin quickly faded. "Oh... Right, I'm alone."



The Next Morning...


Wren spent a majority of the night cleaning up the mess left from the party. With as much as she hated the clean up you'd think she'd stop throwing parties, but that was never the case. By 4 a.m. she was finished. Contemplating what do for the remainder of the evening she made her way over to her book shelf and started fingering through its contents. She knew every book on the shelves and read them all at least 10 times through. All the books had cracked spines, loose pages and looked like they were over a century old. But Wren refused to replace them because the wear just showed her love for them.

While fingering over the spines trying to find the night's winner she stopped upon a peculiar title. She grinned to herself as she tore it from the shelf and made her way over to her desk. Wren dug through her drawers until she found a piece of paper, a pen and... An empty red gift bag? "What the-?" She held the bag while looking up, "Well played 'oh majestic author'... Well played."

After scribbling a message in her almost illegible handwriting, Wren put the note under the cover of the book then shoved the book into the bag. She then headed out of her penthouse and down to Christian's. She wasn't going to knock or anything. Wren wasn't wanting to bug him but wanted to make up for half dragging him to a party he didn't want to go to in the first place.

She stopped outside his door and set the bag on the ground. Inside... a very worn copy of The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde and inside a note that read... "Can I call you Dr. Jekyll?" Signed, "That annoying red head who doesn't understand personal boundaries." Wren was never very good at apologies. She hoped that this would get a chuckle out of him and not make him hate her more. But this was just how she was.

After leaving the shitty idea of an apology in front of his door, Wren decided not to go back to her penthouse. Instead she made her way down to one of the simulation rooms and decided to train, work out or whatever else she could do to make the time pass.

Frankie was up before the sun was. She honestly didn't know if she ever actually fell asleep or more of tossed and turned in her bed. She didn't know why the events of the prior evening were getting to her so much. But finally she couldn't handle it anymore and got out of bed.

For months she had been working on an equation to figure out the exact last moment she could release her webbing to save herself from a fall. Her father didn't approve of this, with good reason. He thought that experimenting with something like this could end badly for her if she miscalculated. But Frankie was determined to find the solution thinking it could help her, her father and Anansi in sticky situations.

Finally, Frankie thought she found the answer and programed her watch with the equation so that it would use her altitude, acceleration, velocity and gravitational pull to give her a to the millisecond count down of how long she had to deploy the web. This included the time it takes for the webbing to release from the shooters, fly through the air and grip onto a surface above her. But like any good equation it wasn't good until proven accurate with an experiment... And Frankie has always been a little more reckless than her father.

Frankie found her way to the top of the Descendant Tower. She methodically checked her watch while bouncing back and forth on her feet while shaking her hands. "You got this!" She checked her pulse while jogging in place. "It's just like any other jump." She continued taking deep breaths trying not to psych herself out. "Oh for heaven's sake!" Without anymore hesitation she sprinted towards the edge and dove off.

She brought her wrist before her as she fell. Her gaze continuously shifting between the watch and the quickly approaching ground. The digital read out showing... 10... 9... 8... 7...

Enzo slept well past what was probably acceptable and he didn't care. Well that was until J.A.R.V.I.S. decided to make an alarmingly annoying announcement at 10:30 a.m. which Enzo deemed way too early for such disturbances.

"Good morning ladies and gentlemen. Mr. Stark and Mr. Wayne wanted me to inform you that you all were given a day of leisure in preparation for the anniversary ball tomorrow evening. You are permitted to travel to town, train or do whatever it is that you all do with your free time. They also wanted me to notify you all that every student, even those who missed the simulation or failed are allowed to attend the dance. Those who previously were not permitted to go will simply be on clean up duty when the festivities have concluded. Enjoy your free day."

Maybe it was the mention of a free day that made Enzo get out of bed or the simple fact that the annoying program already disrupted him beyond fixing. Either way he was in no mood to even get dressed at the time being. He simply walked out of his apartment in just his pajama pants, no shoes or shirt and made his way to the elevator. Once he was on it, he pressed the button for the mess hall level before yawning and slipping his hands in his pockets.

When he arrived in the cafeteria area, Enzo walked towards the buffet still yawning and scratching his bare muscular abdomen. "Any new sad excuses for food?" He looked towards the woman who worked the food counter. She seemed unfazed and emotionless like a statue. No doubt she was more than used to statements like that from Enzo. Sure he could cook his own food in his room but that took effort, so instead he came down here and bitched to the people who dealt with shit heads like him on a regular basis.

"Yeah... Arsenic." She said with a monotonic voice before handing him a plate of his usual breakfast of an omelette and bacon.

"Delicious." Enzo scoffed before grabbing an orange juice and making his way to a table. He probably would have died laughing if there was actual arsenic in his food. They all were too valuable to throw away by poisoning them... Even if they were dicks.

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There he stood. He stared at his own reflection for the longest time as if in anticipation of something happening. He analyzed every detail of his own face scanning, reaffirming that he is in fact in control of himself. He watched every breath, every move, every twitch he made making sure it was just his nerves and not him. He wanted nothing to ruin this night, nothing at all, he hoped and even prayed, for the first time in a long time, that everything will be alright. He made doubly sure to take his medicine and even uped the dosage despite Parker's warnings to not do so. He didn't feel any strange side effects of the drug and therefor saw no reason to dwell on it.

Tonight wasn't about him but about Wren and he would be damned to allow his own personal demon's to ruin this night. But was he ready? He did consider bowing out perhaps this wasn't the best idea but the more he thought about that the more he thought about Wren. It's been awhile since any girl had any interest in him and to be honest he was excited about it. Perhaps something more might come of it, it was nice to think about girls and relationships again like an normal guy his age. Instead of worrying whether or not he'll turn into a monster and kill everything in sight. (Though the fear of that happening does still exist.)

Christian took in a deep breath as he calmed his nerves. Wren will be there...if anything happens she'll stop it. He thought to himself. He almost felt bad for relying on her to be his emotional and mental crutch but he mustn't feel ashamed. He must do everything it takes in order for this to be a perfect night. If that means being dependent on Wren then so be it, he just hopes he will not become a burden to her. As he continued to psych himself up for the evening's events a knock came at the door. Startled, Christian nearly tripped over his dress shoes when he spun around so quickly. Oh great! She's here! Okay one last check! He frantically thought as he gave himself the once over.

He looked decent in his black suit and tie and he hoped it would be pleasing enough to Wren as well. No, nothing, good, it better stay that way. He thought almost threatening the Symbiote to not try anything funny. The alien parasite had nothing to say to that. He brushed back his hair with his hands as he straightened up his pose and walked to the door with as much grace as he could muster. His hand shook as he reached for the doorknob, God he was so nervous. He then steadied his hand by holding his wrist as he opened the door. There he saw Wren and for what seemed like an eternity he stopped and stared. His body no longer shook as he was amazed by how beautiful she looked. In those moments he couldn't say a word in fact he couldn't do much of anything at that point but just gaze.

He then began to feel a bit self-conscious, she looked amazing and him...well he felt unbearably average. Ironic, he would've give anything to be average in any regard but now that he is...he wishes he wasn't. God, he felt like a mess.

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It was the night of the dance as Theo dressed himself in the nice black suit that was bought for him. He did have to admit, he looked good but he questioned why would he go? If yesterday was any indication he will wind up having a bad time. He managed to hold back his anger when he saw, not one, but both of the Spider-Girls out dress shopping. He felt the energy surge within his body but it disturbed Julia when the electricity in his body suddenly spiked. He wasn't quite certain why but he felt a bit bad for hurting her. Not only that but he wasn't about to get away with attacking those Spider-Girls without heavy resistance from the groups they were with. It was not the right time.

Now he must yet again face them without so much as little static shock to disrupt their evening at the dance. The thought angered him that he had to restrain himself while in their presence. This is not what he was supposed to do, he came to this school with one very clear goal in mind, avenge his father. The Spiders made a mockery of him, defamed him and made him a social pariah. He wasn't the villain he was made out to be in the News but just another victim. Of course no one would believe him if he said such things, they would look at him like he was crazy. And maybe he was just a little crazy. It was then his phone vibrated within his pocket. Pulled from his thoughts his hand reached for the device as he checked to screen to see who contacted him.


[To: Theodore]

[Hey, Theo! You better not change your mind :P You looked great in the suit, I promise! Hopefully see you in a few minutes! X]

Of course it was the person who bought him his new suit in the first place. He wasn't quite sure how to think about that being bought new clothes, expensive ones at that, from somebody else. It was gift but it seemed he would have to end up paying for it by going to this dance. If he didn't go he could definitely see Julia harassing him about it later. Before he could put his phone away Jarvis's deadpan voice came echoing over his room's intercom. Despite some mild static it was quite clear to him who sent this, reminder, as the AI said it was.

"Good evening, Mr. Dillon. I am here to remind you that your presence would be most appreciated at tonight's festivities. And please, if you do attend, do not forget to wear your recently acquired new suit, thank you."


"Alright, thank you Jarvis." Theo responded dismissing the AI. It seemed there was no choice in this matter as he placed away his phone and headed for the door. As he left his apartment locked behind him he kept thinking about how the night will progress. To him, he felt it would be a terrible one.


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"All work and no play makes a Jack a dull boy." He kept saying to himself as he looked himself in the mirror, fixing up his hair. He moved the comb in tandem with the hair spray to create that wild, spiky haired look. He then went to work to clean up his facial hair molding it into a fashionable stubble. He then finally applied some aftershave and cologne as he breathed in the air of his fresh new scent. "Oh yeah, baby, lookin' good, Jack, lookin' good." Jack said to himself. He then stood there admiring himself in the mirror for about a few minutes. He then snapped his fingers and gave himself a wink as he headed towards his closet to dress himself in his brand new suit.

"So, Jarvis. When's the party about to start?" He asked the AI as he dressed. "Well, Mr. Quill-," "Nuh uh uh, what did I say about that?" Jack interrupted. "Yes, sorry sir. Well Jack tonight's dance shall begin in approximately 45 minutes." Jarvis answered. "What really? Shoot, I'm already dressed! I can't leave now, I'll be too early." Jack groaned. "Uh, sir, whatever is the matter with a little punctuality?" The AI asked, confused. "Because Jarvis, it'll be lame! The best partygoers are always fashionably late." Jack chuckled. "I fail to see how being late has any correlation with popular clothing." Jarvis dryly responded. "No, that's not what it means, eh, whatever, thank you Jarvis." Jack dismissed the AI.

"What to do, what to do?" Jack said to himself as he looked at his watch. He then turned his head towards towards the TV as the movie, The Shining, continued to play. "Well, all work and no play makes Jack a dull boy, I'm pretty sure I could find something to do." And with that Jack leaves his apartment in search of some fun.

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Junior frowned and quickly began to point out the other options for an entertaining evening, "Well, we have a genius, a meathead, a girl with serious daddy issues, a guy who can sing, a lunatic, a witch, the human vibrator, and some others I'm sure are entertaining and freaky like me. He finally breathed after the long slew of nicknames for whomever had already arrived at the dance. "I think that has the making's of a fun and hopefully dangerous party."

Enzo rolled his eyes, adjusting his suit jacket. "I do believe that a majority of those you so poorly named off aren't even worth a sideways glance."

Junior then grinned as his gaze shifted to the dance floor. "I'm feeling the sudden urge to dance. Care to join me?"

Enzo rolled his eyes as he watched his date moonwalk onto the dance floor. "We both know the only dancing I do... is not that." He nonchalantly walked over to an empty table, propping his cane against a chair. He then unbutton his blazer and flipped the sides back as he took a seat. Enzo was never one for gyrating or anything like that. His taste in dance was much more refined and elegant. Something Junior knew even if he never heeded it.

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"Thanks....but...it's nothing compared to you...," Christian said in response to Wren's compliment. She watched as he picked at the boutonniere with his free hand. "...You look...so much more, better than me."

Wren wanted to argue and say that he looked great yet again, but instead she placed a soft kiss upon his cheek. "Thank you." She chuckled softly as her free hand released the train of her dress to gently pull his hand away from the boutonniere. "You'll ruin it if you keep messing with it."

When the elevator dinged indicating that they've reached their floor, Wren scooped up her train yet again with her free hand. After the doors opened she stepped out and headed down the hall still holding onto Christian's arm like it was her lifeline. Heels definitely weren't her style and the last thing she needed was to be walking around like a new born deer. It seemed the closer they were to the door the tighter she grasped his arm until they finally came to a halt before the entrance. The music and conversation could be heard from the other side.

Wren took a deep breath before whispering to Christian, "Well here we go." She no doubt knew that many eyes would be on them as they entered. The crazy girl with the mouth and the crazy shut in. A double dose of crazy redhead to stir the rumor pool.

J.A.R.V.I.S. without hesitation opened the doors for them. Wren lightly squeezed Christian's arm while smiling towards him before they entered the dance. She tried not to focus for too long on the others in the room but instead took in the decorations, the layout and then her date once again. Wren released the train of her dress, moving her free hand to gently grasp his upper arm as she leaned in to speak in his ear so he could hear her over the music and crowd. "Should we get a drink or dance?"

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"Wow," was all that Freddie could say when she was ready to go.

Frankie nervously finger the beading of her dress. "What? It's not bad is it?" She glanced at the ground mumbling, "I knew I should have just stayed hidden in my room."

"Are you sure your father would approve of that dress?" Freddie's witty tone was back in no time as he smirked towards her and held the door open.

"Hilarious." Frankie rolled her eyes before she took one last deep breathe. Glancing herself over once more in a decorative mirror, she then finally headed out the door.

They started towards the dance, the entire time Frankie was contemplating turning around and just locking herself in her room. But what she had to keep telling herself was she wasn't here for herself but her friend who had to be here or he'd be suspended... or something. "At least with that on, you're guaranteed to break some hearts tonight."

Freddie's teasing brought her out of her own mind. Frankie laughed softly. "I've never been one for breaking hearts."

They reached the door, and what Frankie hadn't expected was Freddie's more serious tone. "That guy's an idiot... Show him what he's missing."

Frankie smiled slightly as she took his arm. She took one final deep breath before she let Freddie lead her into the dance. The first thing that caught her attention was the pair of redheads that had arrived just moments prior to their own arrival. Her gaze drifted to the table filled with a lot of her classmates. But as she continued to scan the room her gaze from on Nathaniel, her smile slowly fading as she cleared her throat and grasped Freddie's arm tighter. "How about some alcohol?"

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