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Consequences Of A Shopaholic I Sept 4, 2016 21:07:24 GMT Ernie Parker, Jack Owyns, and 2 more like this

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Post by Trixie on Sept 4, 2016 21:07:24 GMT

Hallway - Las Vegas High School - April 29th, 2011

3 Weeks to Prom…

The bell rings and students from the four doors in the hallway emerge chatting in a sea of incoherent noise from a double dozen conversations happening. Among the plethora of students is TRIXIE at her locker. Black glasses, jeans and a cute white t-shirt as she stacks away the books from class, Biology. After closing the locker she smells a distinct and unpleasant fragrance.

TRIXIE
"What is that smell?"

Trixie's nose wriggles as she turns to go for lunch when she crashes into a male her height (5'-6") and drops all three of his books to the floor. She looked down as the brown haired guy picked up his books into his forearm and clutched closely to his red and black flannel shirt, forearms exposed. It had gotten round she was oddly attracted to those who exposed their forearms.

Student (Male)
"Sorry Trixie, very sorry. So sorry. I'm really sorry."

Trixie re-adjusted her shoulders that had been slightly scrunched from the impact.

TRIXIE
"What is it this time, Randall?"

RANDALL rubbed the back of his short brown hair and rested his forearm on the side of the locker, playing it cool if his book hadn't open and let a few papers drop out. Trixie crosses her arms as he drops down to pick them up, she notices he's blushed far more now.

Randall
"I was w-w-wondering if you had considered…..going with me to the prom?"

Trixie shrugs her shoulders, scratches her eyebrow and lets out what can be accessed as an exasperated breath, this wasn't the first time he'd asked, she believed he was in the double digits.

TRIXIE
"I haven't yet Randall. I'm still deciding."

Trixie was waiting, trying to attract the attention of the dreamboat Damien Strone who was really taking his time getting to her and asking her; it wasn't like she was going to say no. She gives him a half smile and looks elsewhere, a hint to go away, a hint he obviously missed.

Randall
"I have money set aside for a limo, Trix. Unless you don't like a limo then maybe a horse and carriage, motorbike? How did you dream of arriving?"

In the passenger seat of Damien's Red ford mustang GT, she thought to herself. Limo yes, horse and carriage no, motorbike? Yeah right, hello? Helmet hair? She gives him back another half-smile.

TRIXIE
"I'll let you know, Randall."

Girl
"Beat it Sherworm"

A brunette followed by three fellas in varsity jackets approached and Trixie whipped of her glasses quickly, they were only for reading anyway. She batted her eyes at one of the three. From right to left was the tall, dark and handsome MIKE WEST, The very tall, too tall brown hair and dark eyes BRANDON O'CONNOR followed by THE DAMIEN STRONE, blonde, flawless complexion, blue eyes, very well defined. Randall aka Sherworm backed away from the group to retrieve his answer later.

Girl
"What did Sherworm want?"

TRIXIE
"Oh, just telling me I'm so pretty and how his dad bought him a motorbike or something, boring stuff Lacey."

LACEY, Trixie's best friend all through middle school and high school. Captain of the cheerleading squad which Trixie also served on.

Mike
"So, you ready for Lunch, Trix?"

TRIXIE
"You know it Mike."

The party would always eat lunch together with some other members of the team or squad but these were the five regulars. Trixie casually had herself walking behind the trio of Mike, Lacey and Brandon to walk in a pair with Damien.

Damien
"So, Trix? Prom is coming around."

Oh my goodness, this was it! she thought. Having a private celebration party inside her own head she was oblivious to a teacher; Mr. Oaklake, he let his students call him Allstar. In his early 30's, always wore a wedding ring and dressed in a grey shirt with a brown blazer on top with alternating jeans.

Mr. Allistar Oaklake
"Trixie, may I see you for a moment?"

Waiting Room - Heart Trust Bank - August 30th, 2016

Mr. Sherman (Bank Manager)
"Trixie, may I see you for a moment?"

Trixie shook her head, in a bit of a daydream to see Mr. Sherman call her from the doorway of his office. She stood up, dressed herself in a pantsuit that was a size too small, making sure it hugged her and showed off a little, she wanted some attention. She followed him into his office.

The office had a small window out on the city, a filing cabinet with a very large black desk to seat both a laptop, a full desktop computer, an ipad, stacks of sheets detailing the banks latest savings account offer and a family picture.

Mr. Sherman
"So, Miss Smith. I've looked over your account and it seems you haven't began to make a single payment towards a staggering credit card bill. What is it you work as again?"

She nods and didn't realize he asked a question at first, before blurting out to him.

TRIXIE
"OH! Sorry. I work mainly as a waitress."

Mr. Sherman
"But it says here you put down your profession as a…Pro Wrestler? With Engage Wrestling?"

TRIXIE
"Yes. That was my main job, however there were some complications and I was left without that income."

Mr. Sherman)
"Riiight. Because my concern, Miss Smith, is based on our chat and reviewing the budget we went over on the phone, you are spending far too much on credit. To put it simply; you aren't earning enough as a waitress to be able to afford…let me see here…"

Mr. Sherman casually scrolled through her credit card statement he had in one of the windows open

Mr. Sherman (CONT'D)
"Christian Louboutin shoes, $456. Your waitress income we discussed doesn't really allow you to shop in that price range, especially for one pair of shoes."

Mr. Sherman did give a chuckle and adjusted his glasses, lacing his fingers to lean on the desk for her to reply to this large debt, perhaps give an answer.

TRIXIE
"My waitress work kinda pays for my rent and my wrestling stuff paid for my extra shopping, but when I got let go from Engage, well I felt a little blue and maybe did a bit more shopping ."

Mr. Sherman
"I see….You do understand that when you lost your job at Engage, you had less money coming in, so spending more on credit when you have less coming in leaves a bit of a deficit on money to pay back."

TRIXIE
"I know. I know. But I mean, don't they look fabulous?"

Trixie showed him her foot in the black heels and Mr. Sherman swallowed hard. Trixie noticed his cheeks might have flushed a little and he adjusted his tie.

Mr. Sherman
"They are…very nice."

Mr. Sherman cleared his throat hard with his hand to his mouth, but still stared at her foot until she felt the weight and strain of keeping her foot up to lower it, out of his sight behind the desk.

Mr. Sherman
"But you do need to work on paying these bills off Miss Smith. There are interest rates to think of. We have to know you're paying it back. It isn't free money, you do understand that?"

TRIXIE
"I do! Totally. I know I have a couple thousand to pay off. I'm trying to pick up more shifts and find a new wrestling gig. Trust me Mr. Sherman, I totally will be on it and pay up everything I owe, maybe even double!"

Mr. Sherman
"What you owe is fine. I'd hate to have to go into repossession process, trust me, it's nasty."

Trixie watched as he span in his chair while Mr. Sherman went into his cabinet for a certain file, for like 2 seconds because her phone beeped with an email alert.

Ernie Parker - Livewire my Bouncing Bunny!
Boutique Sale - 20% Off Blouses, Leggings and Sweaters!
Lacey Willows - Look at this Cat!
Aqua Drop^TM - It's Still Summer - New Peach Burst

She opened up her email from ERNIE 'PRETTY BOY' PARKER to scan the email. He offered his 'Bouncing Bunny' an all exclusive contract for the new brand of Epic Online Wrestling; Livewire. It was a job offer with a Post Photoshoot included. She replied super quick, as fast as her red-polished fingers would type.

TRIXIE (TYPING)
Of Course Ernie. I'll fly out like Today to sign up. Missed you soooo much. I hate my new trainer.

Mr. Sherman turns back around to see Trixie finish off her email back, whoosh, off it went and she was already finishing something else on her phone. He notes the blonde's change in behaviour. At first was a little concern mixed with optimism as Trixie wasn't worried about a thing. Every little thing was going to be alright, at least in her mind.

Mr. Sherman
"Now, Miss Smith. My first suggestion is we have another meeting to go over some financial planning. What date…what's this plane ticket payment I see on your account."

TRIXIE
"No can do Mr. Sherman, I have to be in New York. I just bought a ticket. Toodles."

Trixie heads out of the office as Mr. Sherman shook his head, his eyes, however stuck to her ankles as she left the room and he looked over the family photo of himself and his son; Randal in the picture.

Mr. Sherman
"Wow! I see why you were after her son."

Last Edit: Sept 10, 2016 10:42:15 GMT by Trixie

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Consequences Of A Shopaholic I Sept 10, 2016 12:31:00 GMT Ernie Parker, Jack Owyns, and 1 more like this

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Post by Trixie on Sept 10, 2016 12:31:00 GMT

BIOLOGY CLASSROOM - LAS VEGAS HIGH SCHOOl - APRIL 29TH, 2011

3 Weeks to Prom…

The small classroom features 6 rows of desks, four on each row, perfectly aligned and straight. TRIXIE enters through the door but a hand holds it open, reaching over her to allow her to walk in. Behind her is her teacher; ALLISTER OAKLAKE, who walks into the room behind her and closes the door. The door handle sticks at a small angle downwards that Allister fixes to be upright.

TRIXIE
"So what did you want to talk to me about?"

Trixie says walking to the desk located afar from the door, directly in front in the corner. She leans against the short side with both hands. Allister turns around to face her once he sees the door handle is upright, and walks to the desk she's against.

TRIXIE
"Mr. Oaklake?"

Trixie says looking puzzled as he digs out of the desk a paper with a large 'F' on the top right and places it down on the table. Trixie takes note of the paper, seeing her name, she doesn't seem phased by it. He then pulls out a small lace piece of underwear and drops it on top.

Allister Oaklake
"Now, which one do you think I'm more annoyed with?"

TRIXIE
"I'm going to say the grade?"

Trixie says as she lifts herself to sit on the desk and gets a stern look from Allister, however, she doesn't remove herself at all, but rather, take pride in it. Allister instead holds up the underwear as it hangs on his index finger.

Allister Oaklake
"I see the F is well deserved. No. This little thing Trixie. I found it under my pillow."

TRIXIE
"Looks like you got a visit from the underwear fairy. Did you put some old ones under the pillow the night before?"

Allister looks less than amused. Trixie giggles to herself and brushes her hair behind her ear.

Allister Oaklake
"No. I did have a blonde student over who seems very keen to destroy my marriage by leaving…."

Allister moves his hand an inch firmly and stops it equally as firm so the underwear in question sways. Trixie looks on guilt free.

Allister Oaklake
"Reminders for me"

TRIXIE
"Maybe your wife will think it's hers"

Allister Oaklake
"Oh please! Come on. My wife wouldn't be able to fit into this now. You can't be leaving evidence. Understand? If this comes out; I'll lose my job. I'll lose my wife and I'll be looking at jail time."

TRIXIE
"You worry far too much. I haven't told anybody about our little tutoring sessions"

Allister Oaklake
"Maybe if you actually applied yourself, this wouldn't have happened. Here, take these back."

Trixie is tossed the underwear which she catches and balls up into her hand.

TRIXIE
"So did I really fail? After that extra credit I did?"

Allister shakes his head and pulls out his red marker to change the 'F' into a 'B'.

TRIXIE
"A 'B'? Really? I know you could have easily changed that into an 'A', maybe an A+"

Allister pulls her hand open, removing the underwear she was hold and writes on it; A+++

Allister Oaklake
"I have to make you're turn around believable."

Trixie looks down and smirks slyly as Allister gives Trixie the underwear back and closes her hand.

TRIXIE
"B+. I tried like super hard for that fantasy of yours…"

Trixie says as she checks her nails, making sure he hadn't chipped any. She half smiles, enjoying her little power play she had to get a good grade.

TRIXIE CONT'D
"Or maybe I won't bother with it again…"

Trixie then watches over as Allister puts a plus mark next to the B. Happy, she gets off the desk and grabs her paper from him, looking to go on her way when Allister grabs her by the wrist and pulls her back, close to feel up her bare leg.

Allister Oaklake
"So when do you think you'll need some tutoring?"

TRIXIE
"I have your number; Spencer Alton"

Trixie smiles, quoting his alias in her phone as she holds his wrist to stop it from travelling further up. Trixie looks over her shoulder, at the door to see nobody was watching

TRIXIE
"Perhaps tomorrow night? A nice fancy hotel?"

Allister pulls his hand away reluctantly as he holds her hand with the underwear inside.

Allister Oaklake
"Do you know how much a teacher's salary is? How much a fancy hotel is? Do the math?"

TRIXIE
"I'm sure you can work something out. I'll wear that little costume you like, Doctor"

Trixie bops him on the nose and turns around to go on her way to the door. She stops and gives him a wave as she exits through the door. The handle sticks and Allister gets up in a huff, dialing a number on his cellphone while making the door handle upright for the second time. There is an answer.

Allister Oaklake
"Ronny, Hey, It's Spencer. I'm gonna need you to fix a fight for me. I need a bit of cash."

TRIXIE'S APARTMENT - MAIL ROOM - LAS VEGAS, NV - SEPTEMBER 10th, 2016

Trixie opens her mail to be presented with the latest credit card bill she had. Lots of numbers she was in no mood to read and dropped it on the floor when she was startled by someone leaning against the front door.

Allister Oaklake
"Did I scare you?"

Trixie has her hand on her chest, just below her neck and eyes a little wide.

TRIXIE
"No. What are you even doing here?"

Trixie says as she grabs her bill and stuffs it into her grey sweatpants pocket, before brushing her hair over her ear, a force of habit when with Allister.

Allister Oaklake
"Well I served my time, got released last week actually. So I thought I would track down the girl who really turned my world upside down and say hello."

Trixie swallows hard, as she realizes he had easily tracked her down in a week, maybe more? She wonders and dips her head down, now having a clear sign of guilt on her face.

TRIXIE
"I already apologized when I came to visit you."

Allister nods to Trixie, wagging his finger as he points to her.

Allister Oaklake
"Oh I know you did. The boys loved your visit by the way."

Trixie oddly blushed at the small compliment of multiple guys loving her visit to a prison. Allister just exhales through his nose, holding back a small chuckle and looks off the distance for a moment before locking eyes with her again.

Allister Oaklake
"Same old Trixie. Loves to be the center of attention. But what was interesting, when I dug it up; The Ugly Truth ran an article on you when you were, let's just say a little wild. You destroy your little water girl deal. Funny how you just never change. You hurt yourself with partying, but more importantly, you hurt me with partying."

Trixie musters the courage to speak.

TRIXIE
"Allister…"

Allister Oaklake
"Not done. You cost me my marriage, my job! Do you even realize how hard it is to find work when you have a criminal record? I can't teach again. That door is closed. But then I heard some lovely news. You've signed yourself a little gig; Wrestling?"

A small pause happens, before Trixie realizes he was talking about the upcoming event and tries to defuse the tension with an honest smile to him.

TRIXIE
"Yes. I signed on for EOW"

Allister Oaklake
"Oh I know, my new golden goose, I know."

TRIXIE
"Actually, it's bunny. Ernie calls me his bouncing bunny."

Allister lets a cold and raspy chuckle for a few seconds. Trixie notices his eyes have bags under them that puff out as he laughs.

Allister Oaklake
"You just never change. Ernie aside, do you even know how I was able to afford all our little meetings?"

TRIXIE
"No. Overtime?"

Allister Oaklake
"Cute. I fixed fights and bet on the winner. Been doing it for years. I read up on your big debut event. You have 4 matches, if I understand the event correctly. I see that as four bets."

Trixie looks on at him intrigued, almost delighted that she thought he was going to put money on her to win. She sensed support from her old teacher.

TRIXIE
"You're going to bet on me?"

Allister Oaklake
"Perhaps. I'm thinking you should be able to get into that battle royal. You also should be able to survive that match as well. But I'm thinking I don't really want to see you with any gold. You didn't win any in Engage and since you never change, you won't win any in EOW, at least on Sunday."

Trixie's support ship sank no sooner than it set sail. Allister shrugs to her while Trixie mildly shakes her head. She has her heart set on walking out a double champion.

TRIXIE
"But I want to win the titles. I'm very capable of winning, I have this whole plan and everything."

Allister takes a step forward after Trixie's heartfelt reply. Trixie takes a small step back to keep the distance between them.

Allister Oaklake
"Look, I'll make it very simple. You can win the titles and cost me my money. I'm letting it ride so unless you win the qualifier, the battle royal and the don't quite climb the ladder or get out of the cage, I don't get paid. If that happens, Trixie, I won't be happy."

TRIXIE
"So? I'll have two championships. I'll be very, very happy."

Trixie says defiantly, selfishly. Allister takes note of it and shows her his jacket, specifically inside a switchblade he had acquired. Trixie's eyes went wide when she saw it. She recognized the blade, having been held to knife point once or twice in this city, although the experience didn't make her panic.

Allister Oaklake
"Why don't we go to your apartment? I'll write you a little message to broadcast to the EOW people, hype you up as a potential winner."

Trixie looks at him confused. He wants her to win and lose? She has no idea nor does she want him in her apartment.

TRIXIE
"Allister."

Allister draws the handle out slowly to show a little dried blood near the blade end which hadn't been withdrawn. Allister stunned her and took a number of steps to overshadow Trixie.

Allister Oaklake
"I won't use it unless you do exactly what I say"

Trixie fell silent and obeyed. She thought it would be like any other stick up. Do what they say, let them get away and nobody gets hurt. That was what her mom had always told her. She lead him up to the apartment floor, hoping to find someone on their way, sadly it wasn't a lucky day.

TRIXIE'S APARTMENT - LAS VEGAS, NV - SEPTEMBER 10th, 2016

Allister is setting up the camera for Trixie who is nervous and applying makeup, as requested to speak.

Allister Oaklake
"Alright. I've written your speech. Oh and before I forget"

Allister walks up towards her, his face millimetres from hers and looks down at her right ear, so she wouldn't have any issue hearing him.

Allister Oaklake (CONT'D)
"It's going to look mighty suspicious if you just let people win. I want you to actually try and win. You're an actress right? Trying to be? I want you to try your hardest to win."

TRIXIE
"Ok…but what if, like, I'm on the ladder and nobody is there to stop me? Or if I'm about to leave the cage and nobody stops me? "

Trixie again wonders. How is she supposed to throw the match if she's in that situation? She certainly didn't want to and deeply considers screwing him over financially for her own gain. She could always move in with her mom. Allister gritted his teeth and snaps at her.

Allister Oaklake (Frustrated)
"I stopped giving you all the answers years ago. For once, just use that brain between your damn ears."

Trixie let a silence past, not jumping on the insult and let it slide. Instead, she clears her throat, but wants to know what to do, so she asks.

TRIXIE
"Ok, I should just win then? Right?"

Trixie's questions go unanswered as Allister sets up the camera to record and programmes the teleprompter to convey his message to Trixie.

Allister Oaklake
"Alright. I'm ready to shoot. Read what I've wrote and nothing more. Can you do that?"

Trixie nods. She was trying to be an actress and put on the face. Behind it was her confused. Should she win if she had the chance? She certainly didn't want to throw away a big opportunity. Trixie wonders to herself whether she should win, assuming Allister was some bum now, no real power or if she should throw the match, since he had tracked her down. Decisions, decisions. ACTION

(OOC: I wanted to post this before my RP but with the deadline, I posted tht first, so this is sort of a sequel to my first CD stuff but a prequel to the RP)

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Consequences Of A Shopaholic I Sept 14, 2016 21:58:24 GMT Valentina Lemay, Ernie Parker, and 2 more like this

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Post by Trixie on Sept 14, 2016 21:58:24 GMT

EXTERIOR - LAS VEGAS HIGH SCHOOl - MONDAY MAY 2nd, 2011

2 Weeks to Prom…

VIDEO-CAMERA:
Pulling into the school parking lot is a Red ford mustang GT, driven by DAMIEN STRONE. In the passenger seat sits MIKE WEST and in the back seat sit LACEY and TRIXIE having a private conversation to the boys in front. Filming them is one driven media student, short in height with a blue and black flannel shirt.

Student
"That's the popular crowd. You have the Blonde and Brunette in the back, Trixie and Lacey. Man are they hot. In the front are their dates to the prom. Trixie's going with Damien, I don't see what she sees in him really. The word was, she was deciding, but Damien asked her Sunday."

Trixie is helped out after the boys get out and pull back their seats as the student continues to film. There is notable shaking of the camera as Trixie plants a tiny kiss on Damien's cheek and the two interlock hands.

Student
"Yeah….that just happened."

Trixie and Damien walk in front up near the student who covers his camera for total blackness.

Damien Strone
"Are you recording me, Sherworm?"

The student recording, being RANDALL SHERMAN.

Randall Sherman
"What? No! The camera is off man."

Mike West
"You gay or something?"

Randall Sherman
"No, I'm not gay. I like girls."

Damien Strone
"Don't look at Trixie, eyes off man."

Mike West
"Dude's after your lady, Damien. What'cha wanna do?"

Damien Strone
"I think Sherworm belongs in the garbage with the other worms."

Randall Sherman
"No, I wasn't looking at her, honest, I swear."

Damien Strone
"You just fucking glanced at her."

TRIXIE
"You were?"

Damien Strone
"Grab his legs Mike."

The camera's sound is filled with chalky movement as Mike and Damien carry Randall before tossing him up and over, into the school dumpster despite the protests.

Damien Strone
"That never gets old."

Randall picks up the camera to film himself in the dumpster, aside boxes, empty cans, papers, food waste and more.

Randall Sherman
"Yeah. Dumped in the dumpster but what that idiot doesn't know is one, worms are in the dirt, I want to point that out and two; I see Trixie anytime I want. She has a very simple password; Trixie10. I love the cloud"

Randall says as he turns the camera up to the sky to film a partially cloudy day before he cuts the camera off completely

INTERIOR - LAS VEGAS HIGH SCHOOl - MONDAY MAY 2nd, 2011

In Mr. Oaklake's Biology Class, he's currently handing out the lesson, a two-page worksheet to each member of the class who are very much at the end of the year and chatting amongst themselves. At the far left of the 6 rows of four seats are the foursome; Lacey and Mike in row 5, Trixie and Damien on row 6 as Alistair approaches the group. Alistair notices Damien has pulled his desk out of the perfect alignment to be closer to Trixie which causes his eye to twitch and a hand on her knee gives him a tick to grit his teeth.

Alistair Oaklake
"Mr. Strone, I'm going to need you to sit over there."

Alistair says, pointing to an unoccupied desk on the right side of the class, 2 rows forward. Damien sighs and drags his bag after standing up to head all the way along and plumps himself in the seat, located behind Randall Sherman. Alistair hands Trixie her worksheet, 3 pages. She looks over the third page with a bit of confusion, first assuming he had given her more work to do, but rather was a personal note:

"Saturday was incredible. I'm going to miss you over the summer.
I don't know how I'm going to survive those months. You're incredible.
I think we should maybe arrange a way to see each other over the
holidays. I hope you won't do what we do with Mr. Briley next year,
assuming you take Biology.

Anyway.....My wife is gone ALL WEEK. You can come over, leave your
underwear in the bedroom, whatever you want. I'll see you say....7 tonight?

You Know Who.

Trixie takes out a pen from her case, a pink ink pen to scribble something on the note and then raises her hand up.

TRIXIE
"Mr. Oaklake, You gave me doubles. Here is the extra sheet."

Trixie says handing Alistair after he had moved Damien's old desk in alignment to be perfectly symmetrical with the rest of the desks. Alistair folds it and walks to his desk while Trixie pops out her cell-phone and messages Damien in class time. As he sits at his desk, he reads her little add to the note.

Sorry. Going over to Damien's tonight and probably have other stuff to do this week, thanks for the B though.

Alistair looked up to her and saw she didn't even give him any eye contact, it was focused solely on what she wanted; Damien. He bites down on his tongue and squeezes the paper before he swallows hard, letting the rejection sink in, the feeling of being used sinks in. An idea pops into his head.

Alistair Oaklake
"Ok class, so we all did very well on the test, however. You all seem to be coasting to the end of the year, so this week I want a three-thousand word paper on how human beings, how society decides who is beautiful and who isn't from a biological stand-point."

The class looked shocked. Trixie can't believe he'd throw more work with prom so close, now that she had officially been asked, she had lots of things to do. The guy taking her, Damien, stands up

Damien Strone
"What Teach?"

Alistair Oaklake
"Now, now. I am expecting this to be hard, so I'm going to pair people up. So, Damien, you and Randall will pair up. Stephanie and Jason, Lydia and Kyle. Allyson and Amy…"

Alistair continues to pair up students adjacent to each other in class as Damien sits down and shakes his head at 'Sherworm' in annoyance. Damien looks over to Trixie who is clearly annoyed she doesn't have him as a partner. Trixie watches as Alistair gets closer and closer to them in his pairing up.

Alistair Oaklake
"…Lacey and Mike, and that leaves you, Trixie. I guess we are one person short."

Trixie looks over to see the empty seat next to her before she speaks up.

TRIXIE
"Yes, Ethan isn't in today, am I with him?"

Alistair half smiles and crosses his arms.

Alistair Oaklake
"Noooo, no, no, no. Ethan is sick this week actually."

Trixie looks on at him confused. She opens her hands and points at Lacey and Mark.

TRIXIE
"So…do I join Lacey and Mike or Damien and Randall?"

Randall's eyes light up but he doesn't dare look her way. Alistair fully smiles, chuckles just a tiny bit and wipes his lip.

Alistair Oaklake
"Again, no. It's a pairs project. You'll do fine on your own, it shouldn't be any problem for a B+ Student like yourself, now should it? Everyone can talk in your pairs, just don't move your desks, Ok?"

Alistair says squeezing his index and thumb together, stressing the point and gives Trixie a fair smile before he returns to his desk to scribble something extra.

Alistair Oaklake
"I should remind you that if you fail this essay, which I hope won't, you're all very smart kids. But…"

Allistair says looking Trixie's way

Alistair Oaklake
"If you fail, you won't be attending prom."

Alistair closes his eyes as the classroom erupts into nonsensical arguments before he raises his hand.

Alistair Oaklake
(Shouting)
"Quiet!"

The classroom falls silent with them all staring Alistair's way.

Alistair Oaklake
"Now complete your worksheets as the pairs I've assigned. Quietly. The essay is due Friday, no excuses. I want to see minimum of five-hundred words done tomorrow. Referenced, double spaced, well-researched introductions. Crack on people, crack on."

Alistair walks up to Trixie to give back the extra sheet for her to read over as she gives him daggers for this workload, spontaneous workload.

Looks like you'll have to choose Damien now or Damien at the Prom.
If you want the B+, I'll see you at 7. Tear this note so I know you agree.

Trixie looks up at him as he gets to his desk, leaning on it as she once had, tapping his fingers into the side as he awaits her reply. Trixie openly tears the note up into shreds and Alistair takes a soothing deep breath, a sigh of relief and sits down to browse through his phone, specifically candid photos he had taken of Trixie, two nights ago in the hotel. This wasn't his regular phone he carried to work that his wife could have free access to, because he had nothing to hide.

INTERIOR - TRIXIE'S CAR - ROSLYN, NY - SEPTEMBER 11th, 2016

Trixie's car flies down the New York State Route 25 A Road, heading east after it turns off from the Interstate Highway 495. In the back seat is Trixie who is bound to the seat by her seat belt and her hands together by her sweater which has been tied taut by the sleeves to keep her hands together. In the front seat is Alistair Oaklake with some scratches on his neck.

TRIXIE
"Where are you taking me?"

Alistair cracks a smile at her comment.

Alistair Oaklake
"Two-Thousand Dollars Trixie. I bet two thousand dollars on you to win a simple qualifying match, go through to a battle royal and just stay in it, coast by like you've done all your life. But no, a wrestler who can't win a match."

Alistair looks at Trixie's phone which he has in his hands, on the EOW Chatter App she has downloaded to make a simple post;

"I am Ok"

and closes the app.

TRIXIE
"What did you do? Did you delete my photos?"

Alistair looks at her and closes his eyes in disbelief that she was worried about her precious photos.

Alistair Oaklake
(Coldly & Gritted)
"No talking while I'm driving. Keep your mouth shut."

The rest of the drive goes by quietly. Trixie instead spends the time trying to undo her bound hands using her teeth when Alistair isn't looking. Unfortunately, the bound is quite tight and she finds herself quite stuck as she is.

EXTERIOR - ALISTAIR'S ABANDONED HOUSE - BROOKVILLE, NY - SEPTEMBER 11th, 2016

The car drives through the Alistair parks the car outside a small one level home.

TRIXIE
"This isn't my apartment."

Alistair squeezes the steering wheel.

Alistair Oaklake
(Stern)
"I thought I said no talking"

Trixie smirks to herself, despite being restrained in the car with an answer she feels has to be said.

TRIXIE
"While you were driving. You're not now."

Alistair storms out of the driver seat as soon as he remotely unlocks the backdoors. Alistair steps out to open the backdoors and grab Trixie before he realizes the seatbelt is fastened, he undoes the clasp before dragging the blonde out by the back of her neck and hands, wrapping his arm around both her forearms.

TRIXIE
"VANCE! CY! HELP!"

Trixie exclaims. Alistair covers her mouth to drag her into the house and leaves her standing in the small living room before he shuts the door.

INTERIOR - ALISTAIR'S RENT HOUSE - THE BRONX, NY - SEPTEMBER 11th, 2016

Alistair locks the front door, slide on two chains and finally turn the key on the key lock to seal the door shut. Trixie stands in the living room as she watches him lock her inside this tiny house. Alistair goes into the open kitchen and in on of the cupboard, he finds stashed is a small flask. Alistair downs a bit, wiping his mouth with a sigh of relief.

Alistair Oaklake
"I told you I wouldn't be happy if you screwed me over."

TRIXIE
"Alistair."

Alistair steps towards her and points his right finger up to her.

Alistair Oaklake
(Stern whisper)
"Not done."

Alistair sighs.

Alistair Oaklake
"So remind me how you got to the finals in Engage? Here I was thinking you had a shred of talent and you go out there and lose, no battle royal, you lose the opening match."

Alistair looks at her point blank, trying to decipher what he's missing. Trixie breaks eye contact for a split second to look left and the door and back at her former teacher now captor.

TRIXIE
(Insisting)
"Hey I tried!"

Alistair Oaklake
(Softly and Sarcastically)
"Oh, you tried. In that case, all is forgiven because Trixie tried her best."

Alistair pauses for an awkward silence, Trixie not having anything really to say.

Alistair Oaklake
"Well I'm sorry darling but you trying doesn't earn me a cent. Do you even understand what it means to fix a fight? Do you?"

He says giving Trixie a shake as he holds her by the shoulders.

TRIXIE
"It means…"

Alistair decides to show Trixie by untying her hands and holds up one of her hands forced into a fist.

Alistair Oaklake
"It means YOU, the fighter, do what I, the fixer, say and money is made because I bet on an outcome we predetermine. Did you do that? Did you make it to the final three?"

TRIXIE
"I tried my.."

Alistair covers Trixie's mouth up with his hand

Alistair Oaklake
"I swear if you say that again, I will SUCCEED in breaking something. Now did you make it to the final three?"

Alistair lets her mouth go, holding onto her chin with his hand, admiring her up close perhaps but stayed close to intimidate for an honest answer.

TRIXIE
"No."

Alistair Oaklake
"No. Now I have even less cash, in fact, I owe some people money I don't even have. So what we're going to have to do is organize a new bet. A brand new and more educated bet now that I know you're just a pretty little blonde who can't win her matches, I can make some actual money."

TRIXIE
"Hey. I can win buster. I just had an off night."

Alistair looks over the EOW.com website on his phone to see the latest livewire card being advertised. A splendid graphic depicting TRIXIE & CYRUS RIDDLE Vs. CANDICE TURNER & ZACK FANTANA, leaving Trixie's phone on the table leaned up against the wall between two of the photos, he tried to place it on the table however it made his eye twitch and he couldn't. Preferring it to be a standing rest on the wall like the two paints of fruit.

Alistair Oaklake
"Well, looks like you have a tag team match booked in two weeks. Perhaps now we I can make some actual money because NOW I know to bet against you right from the start."

Alistair walks into the kitchen to begin a phone call while Trixie goes to the door to try and open it, finding it very much locked thanks to the key she would need to open it. She observed the rest of the house, seeing all the windows had metallic bars fitted on the outside, thin and prevented escape. Alistair finished on the phone and dragged Trixie by her hand to show her a bedroom, a basic room at the end of the hallway with a single bed, a small dresser, end table, lamp, television, dvd player, set of dvds, window with bars.

Alistair Oaklake
"You're staying here tonight. It will be just like Biology again. Remember?"

Trixie storms her way past him to go to the door.

TRIXIE
"Open the door. Please. Mr. Oaklake."

Alistair had followed her and chuckled at her reply, drawing the knife he had hidden in his jacket after going to the kitchen.

Alistair Oaklake
"No. For once Trixie, you're not getting your own way."

Mr. Mason: lol Oct 7, 2016 16:32:40 GMT

Mr. Mason: 2 more zack Oct 7, 2016 16:35:17 GMT

EOW Official: Okay that's done now. You guys can carry on using them as normal Oct 7, 2016 16:36:50 GMT

Zack Fantana: Yesss Oct 7, 2016 16:37:12 GMT

Trixie: There's Fantana lol Oct 7, 2016 16:39:05 GMT

Mr. Mason: oh boy Oct 7, 2016 16:47:05 GMT

Mr. Mason: bzzzzzz lol Oct 7, 2016 17:01:47 GMT

Mr. Mason: do we have to answer the thread in the EOW Store to purchase or can we send a PM for a purchase? Oct 7, 2016 17:05:28 GMT

Ernie Parker: Respond in the thread and one of us will deal with it asap Oct 7, 2016 17:09:35 GMT

Mr. Mason: Hey Trixie turn the remote up to the highest setting right? lol Oct 7, 2016 17:59:40 GMT

Aidan Carlisle: Segment sent in. x.x Oct 8, 2016 4:32:50 GMT

Aidan Carlisle: I really do like the purple though for the new stuff. Oct 8, 2016 5:17:27 GMT

Deleted: Dang it. I had a third one ready for Evie but had a family emergency. My daughter broke out in terrible hives. Ended up in emergency. I made post in in the CD board anyway. Good luck Trixie! Oct 8, 2016 15:46:50 GMT

Deleted: May* not made Oct 8, 2016 15:47:08 GMT

Mr. Mason: That sounds like a shitty day for the little one Oct 8, 2016 15:54:04 GMT

Trixie: Don't sweat it Mandy, you did 2 amazing ones. Hope she's ok, did she get any lotion for it? Good luck to you too, I'll read that 3rd one. Oct 8, 2016 16:00:20 GMT

Mr. Mason: oh crap! Forgot to write a show segment for Livewire Oct 8, 2016 18:25:01 GMT

Deleted: She got a shot of steroids. Turns out its a yogurt allergy. With a picky eater, it sucks taking away a food she'll actually eat. Oct 8, 2016 22:24:11 GMT

Mr. Mason: oh that definitely sucks. allergy to a food you like? Then trying to get a picky eater to not eat something she likes and get her to eat other stuff at the same time. Not fun Oct 8, 2016 23:23:04 GMT

Mr. Mason: PM Candy Oct 9, 2016 20:00:05 GMT