Twist of Fate: A Veronica Mars RPG
Logan looks at his watch. Veronica's most likely sitting in journalism class right now, with her phone turned off. He glances around the room, to see his study hall mates either working or staring off into space, and puts his hand up.
"Yes, Mr. Echolls?"
"I was hoping to be excused to the bathroom."
The teacher sighs. "Go."
He grins and jumps out of his chair. He leaves the class, walks down the hall, turns the corner, then pulls his cell out of his pocket. He dials her number and waits for her voicemail to pick up. If he calls her and leaves a message while she isn't there, it leaves the ball in her court. If he talks to her directly, she might shoot him down. "Hey, Ronnie. I know things have been crazy lately and I know I was..."
Right? Wrong? A Jackass? At this point he just wants to forget about it. "Yeah. So, listen. It's been a while since we've spent time together and I was wondering if you wanted to hang out after school. If you do... Come meet me at my car after last period? Bye."
This way, the worst thing she's most likely to do is just not show up.
Mac sat down to write a personal entry in her journal. She wasn't sure exactly what to write, but she knew that she needed to mark the occasion.Today, I finished the site. It's perfect. I just kept pushing myself and the final product is a professional quality website that is going to knock the socks off of those Neptune High drones. Does anyone say "knock the socks off of" anymore? Sheesh.
Anyway, this means I can go to college, not just the local Neptune Community College, but a real college. Part of me loves the old fashioned idea of Brown, but my dream would be Rose-Hulman Institute of Technology. I guess I will just have to see how this ends up. Either way, it's more than I ever could have imagined.
I might buy a new car too. Something green and kinda flashy.
Mac smiled to herself, as she shut her laptop and laid back on her bed. The future was going to be awesome.
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Post your results.( See casa_blancas's results.Collapse )I can't believe that I am writing in this stupid thing. Where is Logan? He was supposed to be here over an hour ago for Playstation and video games.
Dick sat back on the couch and fiddled with his shoelace. Logan better get here soon or he was calling Madison for some sexin'.
Beaver sat attentively in his Russian lit class. He loved Russian lit, because it was full of bleakness, icey winters and work camps. The sort of thing that didn't exist in the world of Neptune, California. Drinking in knowledge and getting lost in other people's worlds, was one of Beaver's favorite pastimes. Not that being the runner-up as an heir to millions was a bad thing, but it wasn't enough. He wanted to know how other people lived, how it was to be one of the have-nots of the world and to actually experience hardship. Well, hardship that wasn't just your brother beating the crap out of you for touching his Playstation or taking the last Oreo cookie. Real hardship.
The class had been reading One Day in the Life of Ivan Denisovich
. Ivan had to hide his bread in his mattress, sneak tiny bits of metal for useful contraband and put his life in danger for a bit of sausage. Beaver could hardly fathom what starving was like and this window into another world was what kept him grounded, involved. Dick said it would turn him into a social worker, but Beaver just kept quiet and horded his knowledge like Ivan and his extra rations.
The bell rang loudly and the teacher dismissed them. Lunch. He grabbed his bag and headed to the quad to see what Dick would pick today. The ever complicated debate on whether to eat burritos or pizza would be reaching its heights of disagreements in about five minutes.
Dick made it a point every day to saunter across the school's quad like he owned it. Some days he had dreams that he did own it and that he would totally tear it down. That was usually during math class. He hated math class witha burning passion that rivaled the PCHers and hired help.
In fact, there was only one good thing about being in math class and that was Shelley Pomroy's boobs. She sat just in front of him and he liked to watch them bounce as she leaned over her work or raised her hand to answer a question. That girl liked tight low-cut shirts and Dick liked that about her. Today her shirt seemed even lower than normal. Dick smiled in approval and leaned forward to get lost in her rack.
His stupor of focus on Shelley's boobs ended when the bell rang. Lunch time. The best time of the day. What to order today? His mouth said pizza, but his heart said burritos.
Time to consult Logan. He was good at decision making on such a complicated topic. Dick picked up his backpack and walked out towards the 09'er tables. He spotted Logan sitting by himself at one of the tables.
"What's on the menu today, dude?" Dick said with a smile at Logan.
After the longest conversation with his mother of his entire life, he went back to the lobby of the hotel, and looked around for Veronica.
"Hey." He said quietly as he approached her. "Thanks for waiting this long..."
Logan's X-Terra pulled up in front of Veronica's complex, and he sat there, watching her door and waiting for her to appear. He realised that in the past month, they spent more time together than they did in the entire year following Lilly's death. And he still
hadn't told Duncan. Not that there was much to tell now.
Whatever. It was just business now. He needed to find his mother, and by the end they would go back to how things were before.
On the drive to her place, he kept thinking about Lilly, and about Veronica, and about Duncan. Is this why Duncan had broken up Veronica and wouldn’t talk to him about it? Did Lilly know?
Did Veronica actually believe this man didn’t really kill Lilly just because of this new revelation? He knew it was probably just the shock of it all. Being in distress can make you do crazy things. He of all people should know that, right?
Did she even have any proof of this? Was Jake Kane really her father, or was he just telling her that to manipulate her?
And what about this supposed traffic ticket? She was probably mistaken, or blowing things out of proportion. If there had been proof that Lilly’s time of death was off, it would have been found already. By the authorities.
He had to drive around the block a few times to find her apartment complex, then he pulled up and parked his car. He sat there for a moment, thinking, then finally got out of the car. It took a few minutes for him to realise he was going in the wrong direction. He turned around and walked in the opposite direction, and finally got to her door. Apartment 110, it had to be her place, right? He knocked, wondering if maybe Veronica had left the door unlocked for him.
Logan kept his laptop open, still looking at the email Veronica had sent him while dialing her number.
He wasn't sure what this was about, but it couldn't be good. Was it just about a dream? What did Lilly have to do with it? What could possibly rattle her so much? After all, he had dreams about Lilly all the time.