(Ooc: Sorry I haven't replied for a long time, I forgot about the site -_-'' too many sites I'm on, I guess I should cut back on them or book mark them,eh?. Anyways, sorry about not replying, forgetting about this great site and things like homework and chores and more keep coming up now that schools like 2 weeks almost 3 weeks in now)

Calle followed Rook and she listened very carefully, not wanting to mess up or not wanting to miss one important order, she smirked lightly at the idea of flames of sparks and ribbons being everywhere, then she started to wonder what this type of thing said to the cops does it mean that there's nothing that the cops can do to stop us?, no I think it's a celebration, well it really mean both, but I shouldn't worry about that, cops really can't do anything, they're lazy and all they really do is eat and drink coffee.... she thought as she nodded lightly before she lit the wick on the 3 like she was told, she didn't want to disobey now that she was fitting in with this group and bonding more with Rook, she liked it.No....loved it.

Even in this dim light, the night only illuminated by the felcks of light in the night sky, Calle's blush was evident. Rook tried to hide his smirk. "Yes, just around the corner."

When they arrived, many snickering in delight as the set up various tubes and poles to launch their fireworks off of. Rook removed his bow from his shoulder and handed the quiver to Calle. "Hand me a couple of those spinning wheels," he instructed, keeping his eyes cautiously on the door to the station, in watch for cops who may have spotted them in the night. She handed him one. "Thanks," he whispered.

He leaned back to quietly gain the attention of a girl a little farther down form him in the line of teenagers with their lighters at the ready. "Hey, Torch," he hissed. She leaned back so as they could see each other. "Tell me you have an extra."

she smiled, tossing him a purple liter she'd removed from her bra. "Always!"

"I owe ya." she waved her hand as if saying "no problem". Rook handed the liter to Calle. "Ok," he began. "I'm going to shoot the first one, after that, there's gonna be sparks and ribbons of flame everywhere, so I'd advise you to run the second everyone else lights their joints, got that? When they go off, the cops are gonna be on our asses like their catching freaking Al Kapone, so we gotta move fast. Ready?" he asked her, smiling charmingly. "Light the wick on three. One, two, three!"

Rook smiled when Calle accepted, beckoning her forward with the beer. She had finished her other cup, so he handed her the one in his hand as she stepped atop the table with him. He wrapped an arm around her waist, playfully pulling her against him. He raised his glass high.

"To Calle!" the crowd shouted the same phrase, all drinking in agreement. An enormous clock rung ominously, silencing the crowd effectively. They all stood, listening to the twelve solemn tolls of the grandfather clock.

"Radicals and new recruit," he said gesturing to Calle, his arm still around her. "let us enlighten these so-called 'law enforcement officials' on what we believe in!"

Rook took Calle's hand as he went to the corner of the room and grabbed a modern bow and quiver, slinging the arrow holder over his shoulder. The rest of the Radicals did the same. They all headed out the door.

As the group of "delinquents" marched down the dark road, guided by the starlight, Rook strolled along happily. "So I guess I should fill--"

"Car!" someone shouted. Rook dove into the brush on the side of the country road, taking Calle along with him. He blocked the prickers in their way with his shoulder so as Calle would not get pricked. He grunted lightly as he slammed against the sharp thorns, but whispered quietly as the headlights rolled by.

"--you in." he chuckled at himself, heaving himself up and then offering his hand to Calle. "We're going to set off some fireworks. The police station needs a little pick-me-up, wouldn't you agree?" he smiled charmingly. "It's just up this road."

( Ooc: uh, okay then )

Calle looked at Rook and watched him approach her, she smiled when he offered her a beer, she giggled as she watched him go up onto the table and talk to all of his friends that were Radicals like he was, then she started to blush hearing her name come up when he asked that she join their little 'Club'. Taki looked at Calle and smiled abit "Go on, don't be shy" she whispered to her friend knowing that Calle was a shy person with meeting new people and stuff like that, but she knew that her friend also liked to play jokes on teachers and parent's, and she also knew that Calle liked the play a lot of sports like a bit of danger added nto them. Calle blushed even more as she made her way over to the table Rook was standing on then she gentally took one beer then smirked lightly knowing that this was a big deal, "I'll gladly accept" she sad softly as her friends came up to her and started to giggle and talk about how awesome the Radicals were.

*uh, i'll be speaking for phantomdevic at the moment. bump.*

It was 11:30, almost time to assemble the Radicals, when Rook was talking to Flynn at the party. He leaned against the wall and sipped his beer contentedly, his many, large silver rings clicking every time they touched his plastic cup. He took another gulp when, over the brim of his cup, he spotted Calle across the room. He nearly spit out the beer in shock; she looked beautiful. Her black dress sparkled radiantly when it caught the light, and hugging so snugly to her slender body, admittedly, turned Rook on. With a suggestive smile, he filled another cup half-way to the top with Bud Light, and headed over.

Calle was looking aimlessly around, getting use to his home and occasionally talking to her friends. Rook approached her from behind, wrapping his arm around her waist and pulling her backwards towards his body, careful not to spill the beer. He placed his chin on her shoulder, whispering in her ear, “Hey Calle.” he turned her around to face him with a charming smile as usual. He gave her the beer and, keeping their eyes locked, hooked his arm into hers and took a drink, nodding for her to do the same. He chugged the rest of his beer down and smiled at her. “You look amazing. Charmed,” he said playfully, bowing. The rock music that was blaring loud, at constant battle with the roar of the many separate conversations going on suddenly stopped, halting most of the words being spoken as well.

Flynn hopped up on the coffee table in the middle of the living room and said in his best announcer voice: “Ladies, gentleman, and Radicals! I give you… Rook Willows!” he gestured grandly to Rook as everyone clapped. Rook smiled at him, then looked to Calle and shrugged, blowing her an enchanting kiss before he took Flynn’s place atop the table.

“Radicals! Some of you may know, that Radicals are the rebels known for their life-and-death stunts and their daredevil risks taken every day. We Radicals do all this if only for the sake of FUN!” the crowd cheered in response to Rook’s speech. “So, fellow Radicals, we raise our glasses high to request yet another member to join our family of insanity and our clan of impetuous, rebellious, idiots! Calle--” he announced, taking two cups of beer from someone in the audience that handed them to him and raising one in the air. “--join us! Breathe the oxygen that is risk!” the crowd roared in happiness, awaiting Calle’s answer. Rook stood atop the table still, holding out one of the beers for her taking should she accept, a flirtatious smirk on his pale lips.

Rook stifled a laugh when Calle's phone went off, knowing the song. Flynn played it all too much. When she walked over to her locker, he leaned next to her as she dug through her locker. "You do know that song---Right Round---is about oral sex, right?" he chuckled. "Singers can get pretty clever with crypting their words just right." he smiled at her embarrassment she tried to hide.

He let the subject drop. "So," he began, brushing his black hair from his eyes. "you can be outgoing. If that's true than you must be quite into--" he leaned with one arm on the open door of her locker, closing it and automatically placing him in front of her. "--risks. That's exactly the kind of person we're looking for." he smirked, meeting her eyes suggestively and keeping their gazes locked as he held up his hands, palms to her, as if he was surrendering, showing her he had nothing in them. Then, he twirled them around quickly, swiftly, and, using his sleight-of-hand, "magically" made a small note appear in his hand. He gave a small bow and charmingly kissed the note before placing it in her hand and turning to leave.

"See you at the party tonight Calle," he called charmingly over his shoulder as he turned the corner.

Rook chuckled when he learned that Calle had to be convinced to attend the party tonight. "Well I'm glad you gave in then." The comment on how nice he was flattered him, not many people he knew were very open about such complements. Such was his way of life. His past, his lifestyle, his friends...it warranted the meeting of many people, but not many were as kind as Calle.

"Thank you," he replied charmingly, wondering if he had been meant to hear that, for she had said it slightly beneath her breath. Rook leaned agianst the wall, chewing on his lip ring. "So Calle, enlighten me...what kind of person are you? Are you...rebellious, are you ougoing, are you shy, are you..." he paused briefly, attractively moving closer to her with a suggestive lean. "Flirtacioius? What are you?" she blushed subtly. "I'm interested," he told her, knowing he was letting his flirtacious nature get ahead of him, but he allowed his voice to be as entrancing as he willed it to be.