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Post by Memai on Dec 7, 2010 23:39:34 GMT -5
"You sure this is gonna work? I ain't trusting no jock helping me get out of the woods," Troy said as Chaplin and himself combed past brushes and branches, "I mean, how're you gonna find 'em anyway?"
The Hawaiian, however, was concentrating more on trying to listen to Tony's voice, he never understood what that kid said sometimes, but if surviving this ordeal meant having to stick together with him, Chaplin was more than happy to deal with it. 'Better than doing it alone.'
"I is with Lefty, e he is hurt!"
'Shit, brah, you gotta tell me dat now?' Someone who was injured scared the living daylights out of Chaplin, he played enough football to know that some injuries could take you out for the whole season. And in Bullworth, there were always paramedics on standby in case injuries like that DID happen.
But as he saw it, there were no paramedics, just himself and a buttmuncher bully.
"BAD!"
'Brah, why you went say that?'
"WE'RE COMING, BRAH!" They stumbled onto a path now and the forest had seemed to clear up a little, Chaplin directed himself to where he thought Tony would be and pressed on. But Troy grabbed the jock by his hoodie and pointed in another direction.
"They're over there man, I saw two kids. C'mon!"
With hurried steps they made it over to Tony and Lefty, and almost immediately, Chaplin could see the annoyance in the Italian's eyes. 'Brah, why you gotta be like that hmm? No aloha spirit at all.'
(( Will never understand the grammatical structure of the Hawaiian language *slits* ))
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Post by UnknownTerritory on Dec 8, 2010 1:05:48 GMT -5
Tony felt his heart leap from his chest when Chaplin and Troy came running out of the woods. He stumbled back in surprise and glared at the pair, his knuckles white he was clenching the lighter so tightly.
It took a moment for Chaplin and Troy to realize, but Tony had a river of blood flowing down his face in a steady stream. It was hard to make out against the greaser's burns, but the fact that it had soaked the vest he wore kind of was a dead give away.
"He hurt." Tony pointed to Lefty. The other greaser hadn't moved. "I don't know what to do."
Even Tony's hand had the swirls of the burn scars. Was he burned all over?
Chaplin didn't doubt it.
"There be more out there. I hear them. Th-they uh..." Tony blinked, trying to find the word, "Girl! Girl out there!"
((I'm tired l) ))
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Post by professorpineapple on Dec 8, 2010 13:17:21 GMT -5
((Oh god, Chaplin and Tony in one place. Adorable accents everywhere ;D ))
Suddenly, there were voices. Amy couldn't make out what they were saying, but there were at least two - maybe more. She looked back at Kirby and Constantinos, a stupid grin plastered across her face. People!
Kirby met her smile with his own, and lengthened his strides. The injured boy on his shoulder gave a small grunt of protest, but for once, he didn't complain. He wanted to find the others as much as his jock companions - maybe find someone who could actually help him, instead of just dragging him around.
After a moment, the other shouts fell silent. Constantinos cupped his free hand to his mouth, and called out, "Hey! You still out there!?"
It dawned on the three that there were probably more people injured. Some were probably worse off than Constantinos. The boys shuffled clumsily towards the source of the other voices, and Amy began to feel anxious. She threw them an apologetic little smile, and raced through the forest.
As she drew nearer, their voices became clearer.
"WE'RE COMING, BRAH!"
Chaplin!
She found them in a small clearing - Chaplin, some bully, and a couple of greasers. It was a smaller group than she had hoped for, but that didn't matter. It was comforting to see a familiar face.
The cheerleader turned, and called out in Constantinos and Kirby's directions, "They're over here!"
She slumped against the trunk of a tree, panting, and said to the others, "Kirby and...Constantinos...are back there. They're coming...Is everyone al-"
Her eyes fell on Lefty, and her voice trailed off.
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Post by UnknownTerritory on Dec 12, 2010 3:20:05 GMT -5
Tony looked her over, tilting his head to the side. He began to flip open his lighter and close it again. She was kind of pretty.
More people? Good, she didn't come alone.
Tony slipped his leather jacket off. It fell to the ground and almost immediately Tony pulled it into his lap. He had on a gray Bullworth school vest, stained in various parts with grease, and the blood had stained more than half of the vest. The greaser ran his hands along his jacket, staring down at it, making sure it wasn't torn anywhere.
His arms were bare-- this was the first time any of them had seen any other part of the Italian's body, since he never participated in gym. The burns swirled and twisted on his arms. They almost looked like a tattoo."He hurt." Tony stated when he noticed Amy stare at the unconscious Lefty. "I don't know how bad, but he bad hurt." ((Dudes, why it die? ))
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Post by professorpineapple on Dec 19, 2010 20:12:59 GMT -5
"He hurt. I don't know how bad, but he bad hurt."
Amy could only respond with a nod, unable to look away from the burned and bloodied greaser. It was a surprise he was still conscious, considering the amount of blood he was losing. With his skin so horribly scarred, it was hard to tell where he had been wounded.
The group gathered around the unconscious greaser. The steady rise and fall of his chest told them that he was still alive - beyond that, no one had any idea. Moving him would be a bad idea, but they couldn't just wait around for help to show up. At the same time, they didn't want to leave him all by himself.
Amy didn't know how it happened, exactly. She'd sat on the ground, knees drawn up, and listened to the boys squabble. The decision was made; she and Troy were to stay with Lefty, while Constantinos and her fellow jocks went out to find help.
The cheerleader watched them disappear through the trees, the blue of their sweaters fading into the forest. She wanted to object, but didn't have the energy. With a shaky sigh, Amy hugged her knees, and looked up to the sky.
At least it's not raining...
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They didn't look much like a search party. Someone had suggested "splitting up", but no one wanted to stray too far from the group. There was only one first-aid kit, and it served as a kind of anchor for the boys. It's supplies were limited, but at least it was something. It was all they had.
Despite this, Ted had handed the little tupperware box rather unceremoniously to the smallest of the group, Stevie. The head jock walked briskly ahead of the group, as though he were their leader. And, as far as Stevie was concerned, he might as well have been. He was big and brawny, as a football star should be - just the person they needed, should they run into a bear.
The others wandered behind the jock, but spread out, calling out into the trees. Stevie brought up the rear, clutching the first aid kit in his arms, trying not to fall too far behind. He didn't yell out like the other boys - they seemed to be doing a fine job of that themselves.
From behind, he heard quick, uneven footsteps approaching. With a glance over his shoulder, he saw a blond boy limping after them. No one had bothered to wait for the skinny prep - no doubt thinking him useless, Stevie reasoned - but the little bully allowed him to catch up with him. They were missing enough people already.
Stevie eyed the bloodied tear in the prep's pants, and the way his hair stuck up. It was strange, seeing such a snooty person looking so unkempt. Then again, this whole situation was strange.
"Terry. You look like shit."
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Post by UnknownTerritory on Dec 19, 2010 20:27:25 GMT -5
The blond boy glared at the bully, pushing his hair from his eyes. He did, in fact, look like shit. His normally well-kept sweater had small rips and tears in it and it was mattered with mud and dirt. His hair was nearly brown because of the dirt. His pasty white skin had cuts and scraps. Yet, he still looked rather adorable. Like a little boy who got his suit dirty before a wedding.
"Oh shut up." Terrance growled. "Not like you look any better." The "I'm-better-than-you" demeanor was gone. Terrance actually seemed like a normal teenage boy!
It was pretty scary.
-------------------------------- Amy glanced over at Lefty. He wasn't getting any better.
Well, duh.
She then looked down next to her, to her right. The greaser's jacket-- Tony's jacket-- was placed next to her. Amy had tried to remind him about it, but he had just ignored her and went off into the woods with the others.
It was almost like he had left it there for her.
But that was just a foolish thought.
((Shitty reply is shitty)) ((Edit: added the Amy bit. Too cute not to add.))
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Post by Memai on Jan 16, 2011 12:13:47 GMT -5
The boys trudged through the woods, with Tony leaving little scratches on tree barks as they went further and further into the woods. Though none of the boys said a word, one could feel the fear and anxiety that was in the air. Chaplin, naturally, led the group; it was decided that since he was bigger and stronger, he could take on the forces of nature a little bit more readily than the rest.
Kirby was walking alongside Chaplin now, Constantinos in tow. The smaller jock gave the Hawaiian a smile, "Dude, you look pissed."
"Right, brah? Braddah neva' felt so scared in his life."
"I know what you're sayin' man. Like you don't know if like, a bear's gonna come jump out at you or--"
"Oh great, so we're starving, it's getting dark, I'm dragged around by two morons and there's a chance of a BEAR coming to eat me. Great, just great."
"Dude, shut up, will ya?" Kirby shot the pessimist a look, who in return, gave in with a grumble. They were too mentally exhausted to argue anyway, they had to look for more people.
Again, silence fell upon the group for a while, no one really quite sure where they were going. The lot of them remembered something about looking for rivers or clearings from Discovery shows and leaflets, but it was beginning to look hopeless, more so that the sun was setting.
But they pressed on.
"Amy has nice shoes," Kirby said suddenly, "'Cause, I mean, you know. She has really nice legs and stuff."
Chaplin smiled, "Yeah, she's pretty hot. She's got that smile, y'know? That face?"
"Really? Her fee--legs are totally where it's at man, a million miles long, y'know?"
It was just simple chattering, perhaps a mechanism to forget that they were in a forest about to collapse from exhaustion, perhaps to them, it was just another football practice and they were talking about the girls in the school.
But no one couldn't not overhear the conversation, and every time Chaplin mentioned Amy's name, he couldn't help but feel a little contempt towards him.
(( Vat's zis? A reply? Und jealous Tony? SCANDALOUS! ))
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Post by UnknownTerritory on Jan 18, 2011 1:25:22 GMT -5
(( you're a horrible person, Mems xD ))
Tony felt his heart flutter in his chest when he heard Amy's name.
"Really? Her fee--legs are totally where it's at man, a million miles long, y'know?"
Tony couldn't help but mentally agree. The girl actually caught his attention, he couldn't help but stare at her. She looked so... so easy to shatter in his hands. She was so different than him. Him, all rough and scared and hideous, while she was smooth, not a mark on her skin. Beauti--
The greaser groaned and put his hand on his face. Why was he so- so- why the hell was he thinking about some dumb ragazza when they were in the middle of a forest, all alone, ready to die?
I must have hit my head, Tony reasoned.
"Instead of talking about un ragazza, we should be finding something or someone." Tony glared at the back of Chaplin's head, clenching his lighter tightly in his hand.
Kirby thought he saw the faintest blush on the greaser behind the burns, but he shrugged it off.
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Post by Memai on Jan 18, 2011 3:02:21 GMT -5
(( Hey man, I want this Tony/Amy thing to happen fo' sho ♥ ))"Brah," Chaplin turned around with an annoyed look on his face, staring straight at Tony, "I'm gonna talk about whatever wahine I want," he turned back and continued forward, "Besides, you t'ink we'll even find anyone?" "He's right," Kirby said, "It's gettin' dark and there's no way we're gonna find anyone if it's dark. 'Sides, what're the chances of finding someone?" "Yeah man, I'm hungry too!" Another one of Constantinos' complaints, "What're we gonna do for food, anyway?" "Brah, if I went knew that we'd be in this mess, a braddah would'a packed somethin'," Chaplin shot back, "We're gonna have to hold it out, I guess. Maybe Kirby and I can go catch an animal or bugs or somethin'." And with a downcast look, the lot of them headed back to their makeshift camp, unsure on the coming days ahead.x x x x x Amy looked up towards the sky, frowning as she saw the sunset. It was getting darker, and she hoped the boys could find their way back in one piece. Oh, but what if they found more survivors? What if those survivors were hurt? Hurt just as bad as Lefty or even worse!
She bit on her knuckles, she could feel her heart drop and her senses going wild. What was anyone supposed to do in a situation like this?"Hey," she heard Troy call out to her, "You look tired." Truthfully, she was in a bit of a shock; bullies were never known to act civil, at least, that's what she'd heard. But as an optimist, she tried to see the good in people, and maybe all this lost-in-a-forest business brought out a necessary good in people."Yeah. It's kinda been... a long day." "They better find Russell, or else there'll be hell to pay!" And then Troy smashed his fist into his palm, and just like that, went away the 'good' perception Amy had of him. But it was true, she's never felt so tired in her life, or so cold for that matter.
But she looked over at Lefty and let out a sigh, and put Tony's jacket over Lefty's unconscious body. She hugged herself a little bit tighter and watched Troy's attempts at starting a fire.(( I butchered Amy ))
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Post by professorpineapple on Jan 18, 2011 15:35:42 GMT -5
((Nah, you write her really well ;D ))
A sudden groan made Amy jump. Lefty's lips parted slightly, and there was a shift beneath the leather jacket draped over him. His eyelids twitched, but did not open.
The cheerleader looked to Troy, panicked. At first, he didn't appear to notice, preoccupied with the pile of twigs and leaves he was trying to light. The second groan caught his attention, and he turned to see what was up. At the sight of the greaser, Troy sprang up, as though he'd seen a ghost.
Or, more accurately, a zombie.
"Hey," he addressed the dark-haired boy, and stepped forward cautiously.
"Wha..."
((short post is short :< ))
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Post by UnknownTerritory on Jan 19, 2011 2:28:00 GMT -5
As they walked along, Tony's mind drifted back to Amy. Her legs-- a million miles long--, so smooth, so perfect, so--
"How much longer until we go back?"
That. Fucking. WHINING. Tony clenched his hands into fists. He was flustered, from the anger and the his-pants-are-a-little-too-tight problem. And that little problem wouldn't be going away any time soon. And with that little cagna complaining every five. Fucking. Seconds, he got a headache too. Fan-fucking-tastic.
"I think we already passed by that tree!"
Tony's head snapped, flipping his lighter open threateningly. "If you do not SHUT UP your limbs will be used as MARKERS!"
Constantinos stared at the burned greaser, then quickly ran to Chaplin's side, but he couldn't break that glare. It sent shivers down his spin.
(( Tony pissed off an' he got a little problem in his pants over Amy <3 ))
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Post by Memai on Jan 19, 2011 11:11:22 GMT -5
Lefty groaned; every one of his limbs felt stiff, every inch of his body felt sore, battered, and bruised. He could only manage enough strength to move his head, looking around at the daze of colors and darkness around him. He could make out a girl and a boy; he recognized the boy as one of the Bullies, Troy or Miller or something. And the girl, well, who wouldn't remember a member of the Bullworth Bullhorns' cheer team?
He tried to lift himself up, only for Amy to rush by his side and motioned for him to lay down, "You're hurt! Here, lay down, you'll feel better... I hope."
Lefty couldn't even manage a smile, his eyes were still darting around the unfamiliar surroundings, "Where are we? Wha... what happened?"
"I don't know," Amy sighed, sitting down beside the fallen greaser and hugging her knees to her chest, "We're in a forest, we crashed... don't know how though."
"Where's... Where's Tony? He was with me here... at least, I think he was."
"He went with the others, they went ahead to go and look for--" Amy tried to explain, but was quickly cut off by Lefty's outpour of questions;
"Others? You mean there's more? You mean there are people that aren't dead? Where's Johnny? How about Peanut? Norton, he's a big guy he can't die."
And Amy could only sigh, smile then speak as calmly as she could, "They'll be back soon... I hope. Don't worry, Tony knows what he's doing, right?"
The black haired greaser smiled, "Yeah, he does. Don't worry, you're in good hands."
"HAHA YES! IN YOUR FACE NATURE!" Troy finally managed to light that fire.
x x x x x
They weren't sure if they were supposed to do such a thing, considering Constantinos was hurt as it is, but the group agreed on a majority that they'd knock the pessimist unconscious so that they could at least have a little peace and quiet on the trek back to their camp.
At least with a little peace, they could concentrate better. Chaplin was more than happy to step up to the plate and slap the lanky boy upside the jaw, besides, if it meant pacifying Tony for the mean time, it was a good decision. They didn't need a pissed off pyromaniac greaser to have his rage consume them by means of a forest fire.
"Do you guys smell smoke?" Kirby piped up, "'Cause dude, Tony, if that's you, that's not cool man."
"Is not I who is playing with fire," the burned greaser held up his unlit lighter.
"T'ink a braddah figured out how to make a fire, 'den?" Chaplin looked ahead, his hands on the tree barks, he remembered asking Tony to make scratches on them. Instinctively, Tony looked around, and through what little light there was in the forest, he could make out the markings he left.
"This way!"
He practically ran through the forest, leaving Chaplin, Kirby and unconscious Constantinos with no choice but to follow him. Through brambles and branches and brushes and branches, they found the distinct orange glow of a camp fire and the smell of wood burning in the night.
"We're back! We're..." Tony's excited shouts were then replaced by complete silence, as he had stumbled onto a camp, but one that was unfamiliar to him.
"Tony?" It was Johnny and Peanut, sitting around a campfire, looking just as bewildered as the other boys.
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Post by UnknownTerritory on Jan 20, 2011 15:55:53 GMT -5
(( love the Troy bit and the "blaming Tony" bit <3 ))
Tony stared at the two greasers, his heart pounding in his chest. Slowly he smiled. He FOUND SOMEONE!! His friends, too!! He wanted to dance.
"J-Johnny!" He feel to his knees, panting as he looked at him. He couldn't form words. His chest hurt now. Damn, he ran too fast.
"What... uh..." He looked behind him at the others, "Are you alone?" He looked back at the pair. "H-have you found any-ah... other people?"
((lol shitty post is shitty but me no know wut 2 say hurrr))
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Post by UnknownTerritory on Jan 23, 2011 22:14:50 GMT -5
(( death in rp = sadface ))
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Post by UnknownTerritory on Feb 5, 2011 14:58:29 GMT -5
(( death in rp = sadface :c ))
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