Prank Squad Part 1 [semi-closed]

It had been hours since she sat down on this couch. Wait, has it actually been that long? Checking her phone, nope. Erin had only been here for forty five minutes. With a loud and melodramatic groan, the autumn threw her head back onto the arm of the couch and threw her legs out to take up most of the space the cushions had to offer. Unfortunately, this had been the least boring thing that she had done this year. After her and Gabe's summer adventure, he didn't come back to Beata, leaving the redhead all by herself again. She'd had her run-ins with other students and her fill of group projects but everyone she ended up talking to just didn't seem to click with her. It was getting a bit... lonely.

However, the autumn had an itch to do something. She was quickly getting sick and tired of just... sitting. With a huff, Erin sat up, her hair flying all around her face as she glanced around the room. Maybe she could mess with someone. Maybe just a little, nothing too bad. It'd at least get a laugh out of her again. What could be the harm in something like that?

Suddenly re-energized, the autumn stood up and started searching the room, trying to find whatever she could to throw something together. As she looked, she finally saw the supply closet and her eyes lit up. That was a good place to start. Crossing the room and flinging the door open, Erin grinned. "Hello beauties..." she said slyly as she dug into the materials. It didn't' take long for the girl to become so immersed in what she was doing that she didn't even hear the door to the lounge opening.

It had taken Felicity a split second before arriving at the lounge that if she did not stop, one of two things could happen. First, she could break down the door at the rate in which she was running and send it flying off of its hinges. Second, she could be surprised by the durability of the door and become a Felicity pancake. A pancake out of those old cartoons. Not wanting either of the endings, the speedster screeched to a halt mere inches from the door. A good move on her part.

In a swift motion, the girl tidied herself up to make herself at the very least...slightly presentable. Everything except her red hair, which refused to stay up in her ponytail. Giving herself a 'close enough' shrug, Felicity opened the door at a normal paced speed, peering in with curious eyes. The first thing that caught her glance was someone digging around in the closet. Colored even more curious, the girl made her way over, peering in with an utmost amused look. "Whatcha' doin'?"

Anthony dragged his feet a little as he sauntered down the hallway, legs feeling extra weighty and tired. He'd been up most of the night at the Rosebusy pub, playing a bit of guitar for a crowd of local drunks. Upon agreeing to play, he hadn't intended to touch any of the alcohol - for once - but the whiskey-induced joviality of the crowd had been too contagious for him to resist. He only really remembered it in winks. One minute, some janky, bearded man had been handing him a bottle, and then the next, he'd been waking up on the bathroom floor smelling vaguely of ladies' perfume.

He couldn't even recall if he'd even had a good time or not, so the following hangover didn't entirely feel worth it. Anthony had slept right through breakfast, unfortunately, so he'd been forced to settle for something from the vending machine in the lounge. As he approached the door leading into the lounge, however, the ear-splitting screech of rubber-on-tile pierced the air, followed by a rush of air, and before Anthony could even react, a girl was pushing through the entryway in front of him.

"Jesus Christ, can't drag-races wait until later?" he groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose as his head began to ring. How many kids had super speed in this academy? It felt like half of the school was comprised of them at this point. Once the throbbing had subsided a little, he made his way inside and over to the snacks. A chocolate bar couldn't exactly match up to a plate of bacon and eggs, but it'd do.

As he slouched against the glass of the machine, waiting for it to spit his meal out, he noticed someone digging busily into the supply closet along the wall. He sniffed. "Looking for a self-conscious gay, or somethin'? Aspiring janitor?"

The first voice didn't bother her. It was when there was a second person asking about what she was doing did Erin finally stop and turn to see two unfamiliar faces staring back at her as if they were waiting for her to pull a party trick or something. With a heavy and dramatic sigh, the autumn finally pulled herself out of the closet holding a bucket full of cleaning supplies but her face read innocent and a little confused. "Whatcha starin' at me for?" she asked assertively. "Can't a girl dig in a closet in peace? I can't tell ya what I'm doin' just yet. I gotta finish it first." It didn't bother her that these two were trying to prod into her business. In fact, she was sure it was going to make the whole thing a little more enjoyable. "Actually, do ya want to help me with somethin'? Try to find a ladder for me? Or a stepping stool, whatever you call it. Even a chair would work." She asked the two of them as she turned the bucket over and dumped the cleaning supplies back into the closet. Without even being phased, she looked back at Felicity and Anthony curiously.