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Catch That Robot! || Bill/Rachel
Oh! Of course! We can’t have that happenin’! [waves for him to follow her] C’mon, then! Let’s go!
Thank you so much! *Does his best to keep up* Ah, but can you help… a little more slowly?
Yeah, sure! [slows her pace, but still feels a bit rushed] So you said this thing'll blow up if we don't catch it? Just what kinda machines are you makin', huh?
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Catch That Robot! || Bill/Rachel
bill-the-inventor-guy replied to your post:*An altered toy robot waddles past the girl in the halls, followed by Bill running after it, though not too quickly. Bill stops when he loses sight of it and decides to speak to her* Hey. Have you seen... *pants, trying to catch his breath* ... a robot... around here?
Ah, thank you… Could you… *wheezes* help me… capture it? Please? If we don’t, I think it might… *his voice grows quiet* explode.
Oh! Of course! We can't have that happenin'! [waves for him to follow her] C'mon, then! Let's go!
*An altered toy robot waddles past the girl in the halls, followed by Bill running after it, though not too quickly. Bill stops when he loses sight of it and decides to speak to her* Hey. Have you seen... *pants, trying to catch his breath* ... a robot... around here?
[watches the tiny robot go by with a confused expression, then looks up at Bill with wide eyes] Ahh.... I did.... It went that way, I think? [weakly gestures to where the robot went]
Camping Night (Rachel/Neil)
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Camping Night (Rachel/Neil)
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Future Top Stylist || Open to Multiple
It didn’t take long for Allen to settle into St. Nathan’s. Unlike most, though, he didn’t rest after moving in. What was the point? He was here for a purpose. Allen had a singular drive to be the best there was and to provide others the opportunity to look their best. If anyone could help the poor souls in this school it was going to be Allen.Â
So his first self-assigned task was to set up posters around the school. They held an image of himself holding up his scissors with a his trademark smirk in place. On the bottom of the page, people could rip off little tabs of paper that had his phone number on them. The poster read:
'Feeling ugly? Need to bring your style up to date? Look no further than Allen Wright, future top hair stylist. Call me if you want to fix yourself.'
Rachel spotted the ad during a passing period. Despite how much she didn't care for the way it was phrased, she was in desperate need of a trim, and she had no way to go out of town to find a good place. She figured that if this guy was as good as he claimed to be, she'd try him out.
Once the last class was over, she called the number on the tiny slip of paper and waited. After a couple of rings, the person picked up and Rachel spoke first. "Hello, is this Allen Wright?"
Heeeere's Rachel's swimsuit!
Is it Gill? It's Gill right
Approximately how much accidental gropage goes on within the cheer squad?
[sighs] A little too much, but it's all on accident. Can't say I haven't accidentally touched up on some people, too...
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Familiar Faces | Neil/Rachel
Despite Rachel’s uncertainty, she tilted her glass of punch toward him and, with an eyebrow quirked in curiosity, he tapped his glass to hers, watching her carefully as he sipped his drink. He nearly spat out his drink when she gulped down nearly the entire cup, her expression scrawled with unpleasantness. His quick, low laughter had distracted a few stragglers whom looked at him quizzically, but he only shrugged — he hadn’t been known to laugh outright at anything, so he could imagine just how strange it was for people who saw him often.
Bringing his attention back to the girl, Neil gave a light smile, chuckling. “Maybe you shouldn’t have downed nearly the whole glass,” he chided playfully, finishing up his own glass as the buzz of alcohol slowly began to cloud his mind. The room was bouncing with loud dance music, and Neil stuffed his hands in his pockets awkwardly, glancing anywhere but at Rachel. Having to raise his voice, he finally piped up. “I can’t imagine anyone having actual fun here. It’s so loud.”
Rachel rolled her eyes as her cheeks tinted red. "Whatever. Better quick that slow, I guess?" Her reasoning hardly made sense, but she didn't really have an excuse otherwise. Her chest felt warm and the sting of alcohol was burning her throat, but otherwise, she felt really nice.
She raised her brows at Neil in surprise. "Really?" she practically yelled. The music was pretty loud. She looked out towards the dance floor, seeing all of the slightly wasted teens dancing with one another. "Well, I mean, as long as you're dancin' I s'pose you're havin' a good time!" She giggled and gestured to one girl who was especially drunk, and very sloppily trying to grind on on equally as drunk guy. Who they were, no one knew, but it was surely hilarious. "They seem t' be havin' a blast!"
Familiar Faces | Neil/Rachel
The nearly blinding smile she offered up threw the blonde for another loop, and he had to blink several times to seemingly regain consciousness, before nodding, casting a weary glance away from Rachel. “Yeah, Neil.” When she remarked that she’d walk with him to the drink table, he whipped his head back to her, mouth agape to protest, but found himself unable to say anything against it. “… Right, drinks. Come on, then.” He stepped in front of her, throwing a look to make sure the blonde was surely following him, before plodding up to the table, the spread of punch that was undoubtedly spiked and finger foods a heavenly sight.
Finally, a smile pulled up Neil’s lips, and he looked back at Rachel, irises gleaming with a little too much excitement as he poured himself a cup of punch before serving her up one, as well. With the two glasses in hand, he nudged one toward Rachel, experimenting with a handsome, lopsided smile. “Here you are. I guess prom’s good for one thing, huh?” He lifted his drink to his nose, momentarily stunned by the amount of alcohol in the bright liquid. “Can always count on there to be alcohol in at least one thing.”
Rachel followed behind Neil, and it was only just then that she noticed how tall he was. She was gazing up at him in a bit of wonder, and jumped a bit when he looked back at her. She smiled a little bit awkwardly, since she seemed like she'd been caught, and just continued to follow him.
Once Neil handed her the cup, she was immediately about to take a sip. That is, until he mentioned there was alcohol in it. She looked up at him with wide, blue eyes, then looked at her drink. As if having an internal debate on whether or not to drink it, she decided she might as well have a little bit, since it's prom night.
The blonde raised her cup to his and grinned. "Cheers~!" She quickly took a big gulp, then immediately scrunched her face as the alcohol burned her throat. "Ugh-- No wonder I don't drink that often..." she mumbled to herself.
Familiar Faces | Neil/Rachel
Oh boy, was he in for a rough night.
Only after much prodding and persuading did his friends (mostly his annoying roommate) finally get the blonde to attend prom. He’d never been to one, and he hadn’t had planned on attending one for his senior year, either, but lo and behold, here he was, flicking his eyes along the crowd in hopes of finding an unnoticeable exit. It wasn’t just the idea and atmosphere of the event, but the amount of people crowding the large ballroom was nearly too much for Neil to bear.
Adjusting his collar, he begrudgingly pushed his way past the horde of glittering dresses and clean cut suits to his oasis — the drink table, luckily set up near the back of the room. He breathed a sigh of relief once he pushed past the last swarm, gripping the edge of the clothed table as if it were a safety raft.
Carefully, Neil sashayed around the corner, focusing all too much on the bright punch that sat in the middle, eyes locked on the prize — until he forcefully bumped into someone, even having to balance on his heels to keep from falling. Immediately, the blonde whipped his head toward the offender, already starting his rude complaint. “Hey, you should watch where you’re—”
His ruby reds immediately widened once he recognized the girl he’d collided with, but something was different. She was a vision he hadn’t expected to see, her golden dress fitting her frame elegantly while her hair was lifted off her shoulders in a style he hadn’t seen before. She seemed to glow before him — angelic in all appearance. Finally, he regained his voice, running a hand through his thick locks as he cleared his throat, a light pink dusted across his cheeks.
"Uh — sorry. Guess I was too focused on what I was doing. It’s — Rachel, right?"
Rachel had spent hours putting together both her and her sister's outfits for prom, and it was all worth it. Both girls looked absolutely gorgeous, and were ready to party it up on the dance floor.
Rachel's first impression of the Arabian themed party was that the ASB put a lot of work into it. She had, of course, helped out, but she was so busy trying to put together her outfit that she didn't put in as much participation as she should have. She'd just have to thank the rest of ASB later.
After a bit of dancing with some friends, she had decided to head to the punch bowl, desperately in need of some hydration. On the way, she was suddenly bumped into, causing her to stumble a bit and nearly twist her ankle trying to keep her balance. "Woah!"
She was about to protest as well, but stopped immediately, baby blues widening at the sight of the delinquent, who was now dressed incredibly well, the dark suit contrasting the red of both his eyes and his shirt. She nodded, her own cheeks turning a bit pink.
"I-It's alright! Yeah, it's Rachel. And you're Neil, right?" She offered up a hopefully dazzling smile at him. "Were you headed t' the table over there? I'll go with ya."
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RACHEL AND NEIL YES
YAAAAAAS
i’ll make a starter??? uwu
YES PLEASE
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Show Me Your Moves! [Rachel&Selena]
Rachel nodded and played a random song chosen by shuffle, then sat back and watched Selena dance. She was absolutely impressed and awe-struck. All she could do was stare as the dance instructor swayed her hips and moved to the rhythm of the music. Once finished, Rachel, as well as the other students, applauded.
"That was so amazin’!" Rachel stood up and grinned. "You’re so good at dancin’, it’s incredible!"
At Rachel’s compliments and the applause of the class, she beamed proudly, “I’ve been dancing since I could totter on the beach so I think I’d be good - but thank you anyway.” She fluffed her hair up, fixing her bun which was threatening to fall apart.
 Retreating to the warmth of the heater, she sat on her desk, cross-legged, snapping her fingers, “Alright Rachel, your turn now. Show me what you’re capable of.”
Rachel grinned and nodded. "You're just so talented! No wonder you're the teacher~" As she was called to go up next, she nodded and adjusted her hair, then walked over to the music player. Quickly, she had someone come over and help play the song for her.
Ballet was more her thing, but since Selena had chosen a more upbeat and free dance, she figured she'd do the same. As the song came on and the beat started to thump, Rachel let her body take her away. She swayed her hips, moved across the room, utilizing her provided space, and made sure to move her hips. Once the song ended, Rachel was a bit out of breath and sweaty, but grinning. "So, how was that?"
You have to survive on an infinite supply a certain candy for the rest of your life. What kind of candy is it?
[gasps] Just one?! [puts her hands on her cheeks and thinks] .... Hmmm....
I guess I'd have t' say kit kats!
