((Two things. One, are you okay with short posts? Two, should we both do Finley and Jeanette bits? Like joint custody? Also, I suspect my posts will be this rp's weak link compared to your lovely stuff.
First grade wasn't proving a good fit for Finley and Jeanette. The twins hadn't been thrilled with the rules and structure kindergarten had imposed on their lives, but at least most of their day had still been spent playing with their friends. So far as they were concerned, first grade was some kind of torture chamber designed to bore them into submission. It wasn't that the twins didn't like learning per say, it was just that they preferred the kind of learning you got from catching tadpoles down from the river, or listening to the mad, wonderful things their friend's grandpa liked to ramble about. Before first grade, the twins' parents had allowed them to express themselves in almost any way they had wanted; being forced to wear the same clothes every day and allow their dyed green hair to return to its natural blonde did not agree with the twins one bit.
Jeanette and Finley might have been able to cope with the tedium of first grade if their best friends since babyhood, David and Abigale, had been there to endure it with them. Sadly, the twins' parents had deemed it necessary for their children to attend a private school on the other side of town. They had tried to explain their reasons as best they could, but the twins didn't care about having better learning environment, or being "gifted"; all that mattered to them was their friends. Being separated from them made the twins want to recreate some of the stuff they had seen in Abigale's DVD collection with their parents...
As soon as the twins returned home from school that bright summer day, they stripped off their hated uniforms and donned their most well worn sets of play clothes. If they could be thankful for one thing, it was that their parents had never insisted on buying them matching wardrobes. Perhaps it was because they already possessed a stronger resemblance to each other than most fraternal twins. Indeed, some of the less than bright folks around town had occasionally asked if Jeanette and Finley were "identical". It was for this reason Jeanette had insisted on letting her hair grow to her waist, it was a loud a declaration of her girlhood as she could muster.
The twins raced out of their house, deliberately ignoring the three worksheets they had been given as homework. The twins' mother was hard at work in her art studio, and their dad had raced back to work immediately after dropping them home, so they weren't able to object to such a dereliction of scholastic duty.
The twins headed towards their neighbourhood park, a place they had spent so much time with their friends, it felt more like their home then their house. They argued almost every step of the way.
"We would've stayed with David and Abigale if you hadn't showed off so much!" shouted Finley.
"Says you," retorted his twin, "at least I didn't do big kid maths where I knew Mrs Adams would hear!"
Finley didn't respond for a little while, simply staring at the pavement. "I think Mom and Dad were gonna make us go somewhere else anyway," he eventually blurted.
Jeanette raised an eyebrow. "Why?"
"I heard Mom saying that we needed to make more friends than David and Abigale."
The very idea baffled Jeanette. Who needs more than two friends when they're the best ever? The four of them shared everything, even a birthday. "Grown-ups are dumb," opined Jeanette.
The twins eventually reached the park, still with plenty of daylight, but not enough for their tastes. The old playground seemed to be abandoned, which struck the twins as odd. Usually, Abigale would be already be there before the school bell could finish ringing, or even before.
After mucking around the climbing equipment for a few minutes, the pair decided they both needed to go to the bathroom. Since the public toilets at the park had always given the kids the creeps, they both went into the women's toilet together, hoping their twinhood would somehow excuse them if they got caught. It was only after they had finished their business that they heard a familiar giggle coming from the end stall.
"Abigale!" shouted the twins in unison.
Abigale emerged from her stall, not looking like someone who'd just gone to the toilet. "Hi guys, how was kid jail?"
"Bad, what about you?" replied the twins in stereo. Sometimes stereotypes exist for a reason.
Abigale flashed the twins a devious grin. "Oh, I didn't go to school today. I'm pretty sure they're looking for me, so I thought I'd play here till dark. Do you like my shirt?"
While Jeanette quickly said "yes" without much thought, Finley pondered the question a little. Finally, he declared that while Abigale's Frankenstein shirt was super-cool, it wasn't nearly as awesome as her Gill-Man one, but still a tiny bit more so than her Dracula smock. The twins were about to ask where David was, till they heard him calling their names outside.
Running out, the three saw that he was carrying a thin book, no thicker than your typical notepad, which was covered in strange, almost haphazard looking gold letters...
((Do you think this was in character for Abigale? Feel free to mess around with David or the twins, too.))