Bekki’s Wednesday morning odd encounter(Jakem)
Date: 2025-12-03 10:53
(Bekki’s Wednesday morning odd encounter(Jakem):Jakem)
[Wed Dec 3 2025]
In Room 201, Windermere Dormitory
Room 201 occupies a corner position on the second floor of the dormitory, its
tall windows facing both east and south to capture the morning light that
filters through the aged glass panes. The hardwood floors, worn smooth by
decades of student footsteps, creak softly underfoot, particularly near the
doorway and beneath the radiator that sits below the eastern window. Two
single beds frame opposite walls, their metal frames painted white but
showing chips and scratches that reveal darker metal beneath. Built-in wooden
desks extend from each wall between the beds and windows, their surfaces
scarred with the faint impressions of countless notebooks and textbooks. A
shared closet occupies the wall adjacent to the door, its wooden doors warped
slightly with age and requiring a firm pull to open properly. The ceiling
rises high above, crossed by exposed wooden beams that cast long shadows in
the afternoon light, while the radiator occasionally releases soft hissing
sounds that echo through the room’s corners.
It is about 50F(10C) degrees. The mist is heaviest At Birch and Sidney
Doing little, Bekki loiters in her room at the Windermere dorms, browsing myhaven between working on a paper.
(Your target a young regular has overdone it and collapsed, while the vampire proprietor insists they signed a waiver. The other human “donors” are getting nervous, and the vampire clientele are growing agitated at the disruption to their evening feeding.)
A young man is being harassed by a bookish looking short little guy who is waving a contract before him. “But you signed it, you owe me.” the little whiny nerd says.
“Dunno what you’re talking about.” the hockey player, built like a brick replies. Seeing Bekki, he waves her over “Hey, this guy says I owe him my blood or some crazy shit for like, some of that Vee we had at the game last week. Thing is, I don’t wanna give it to him. Will you handle him for me?”
As the little man sees Bekki he gets in a tizzy “You damn kids are all the same!” He bellows “Vincent, get them.”
From nearby a bodyguard looking chap that was minding his own business gets off his phone “Huh, oh, shit yeah boss. But isn’t it gonna be hard to collect from their corpses?”
“Just injure them you lug!”
“Fuck no.” Bekki approaches, but she doesn’t appear pleased.
She’s known to the hocky team– She is a cheerleader, and of course, she also knows the nerds– She steals their lunch money.
“Like, you offered your blood. You good enough to say no? Cos if not, give it the nerd. Or, like…”
She has to think long and hard about -if not-, having not gotten that far, deciding on, “What you gonna give me if I do handle it?”
The jock grins “I got like some premium shit left over, it’s all yours! Promise.” he says, crosssing his heart. Maybe that’s better than signing a contract?
“We’ve got a contract though!” The little man screams.
The jock shrugs as he looks over to the two “So? I’m a hocky player. I don’t do contracts with nerds.”
“Is it though?”
Clearly, Bekki doesn’t believe that in the least, considering her hammer instead- The jock’s face, then the nerd.
The bimbo gets an idea- It’s flawless. She has a hammer. This is a nerd, and so she asks the nerd, “And what you gonna give me if I help you?” she likely wont either way.
The little man glowers as the bodyguard approaches, ready “I’m not making anymore deals with you kids. If you help him, I’ll take your blood as payment for my troubles. Stay out of it.”
“Huh.” Bekki shrugs. That’s a fair enough deal.
It deserves handling, and Bekki is as smart as the American education system has made her (take a hundred or so IQ points)
Bekki moves, then. Not to fight for the jock, but because this fucking nerd has decided to show aggression- Bekki knows aggression. She’s good at aggression.
Her hair moves under its own power, long and snake-like as it is, wrapping around the nerd’s neck. “Okay.” she decides without any more preamble, hammer raised. “Imma break you now.”
Jakem, playing the part of the jock, hammers one.
With the two goons vanquished, the jock grins big at Bekki and salutes on his way out “Thanks Beks, I owe yah one. I’ll getcha the goods next time I see you. Stupid nerds, don’t they know we own this campus.” he says with a snort at the two beaten bodies before heading out.
Helpfully, Bekki grabs an arrow, stings her bow again and places an arrow in the jock’s foot. “No you wont. You work for me now. Steve, Chad and Dave are kinda nearly dead thanks to Avalon. I totes need more help.”
If only there wern’t a degree of hypnosis in that. It wasn’t a request, but a demand, just as Bekki gets all of her minions.
Bekki likely strings her bow, too
Bekki promptly then walks off, a job well done.
The jocks growls “Aw man, but… Oh allright Beks, Ugh, but I don’t wanna get mauled by any bears or shit. I got formals to worry about.” he says relenting to the demand.