Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-3991308-20180220233042/@comment-25686329-20180225082619

Sympathy wished that she had been given her name on account of something cool. Like, 'they call her Sympathy because she has none' or something slick. No real reason why other than having to explain that she'd been named for a hexing Rolling Stones song.

It just sounded so... well, it made it sound like her parents were hippies. It was weird. She liked the name, just not the connotation, sometimes. Like, the world would know her name, eventually. Sympathy Axeman would be an absolutely killer Devil, one way or another. Dad was better than his Dad, and so too did she expect to beat out her own father. Nothing personal, just business. Just the natural sequence of events.

Did that sound pretentious?

Yeah, it did. Super pretentious.

High School was scary like that. Pretentiousness earned you contempt from other people. That's why she had tried to press for maybe going to high school out of Hell (which wasn't as bad as it sounded) or at least some kind of Netherrealm (namely, Outer High, sounded really appealing), but Ma and Dad had insisted that Ever After was a good experience for her to have and that they'd be hard pressed to think of a higher calibre academy.

Gross.

Choices. Or a lack thereof. A lack of choices was gross.

She wasn't mad. She couldn't be. She loved her parents. If she didn't, or was too open about not loving them, it'd be, once again, pretentious. Edgy. Lame.

But, yet, here she was, at Ever After High trying not to seem pretentious despite her fruity name and her dyed-blonde hair and big, circular, owl-like glasses that she'd chosen specifically so that she could radiate both the effortless cool of the hipsters and the baffling intelligence of the nerds. At Ever After High in a sweater and blazer and slack combo with card-suit accents that said 'I don't care' even though she'd spent over a hour buying the individual pieces of said outfit.

Gawd.

That's why... that's why the two guys talking off to her right were a problem. Because she, Sympathy, knew the speech schedule. She had the email. She had it pulled up on her MirrorPad and she was reading through it and those two guys were asking each other about the speech schedule and didn't appear to be getting anywhere.

Would it seem too know-it-all-y to...?

Was it too unlike a devil to perhaps...?

Nah.

Nah, this was okay.

She turned, now facing them, took a couple steps over and cleared her throat.

"Uh, Sympathy Axeman, good to meet you. I'm not, like, a tour guide or anything, but I have the speech schedule pulled up, figured I could help. Is there... a specific one you're trying to find? Being honest, I'm a little lost myself, but, y'know, between the three of us, we should be able to figure it out."