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Post by UnknownTerritory on Mar 27, 2011 21:11:06 GMT -5
(( anyone? :c ))
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Post by Memai on Mar 28, 2011 12:05:48 GMT -5
(( p-p-posting! I was hoping for more people to respond... but seeing as everyone's busy, I'll be making some sexy boys lost in a forest post ♥ Also, Terr, thanks for reminding everyone about the RPs ;; ))
Johnny looked over to Peanut, then back to Tony, "Ain't seen no one nowhere," the leader said, "Are there other kids out there?" The pair of greasers had been trekking through the miserable forest for sometime, at least that much was apparent on their faces; they looked weary, miserable and they had dirt and sweat smeared all over their hands and faces.
The two were huddled around a small fire, keeping close to each other and looking all too shaken. But the presence of Tony and gang brought relief to the two.
"How long you braddahs went stay lost?" Chaplin spoke, revealing himself, Kirby and Constantinos as they caught up with Tony, "We got o'tha peopo waitin' for us out dea'."
"Who?" Peanut jumped up, looking at the Hawaiian with large, worried eyes, "Who? Where?"
Johnny tugged on Peanut's jacket, motioning for his friend to sit down and softened his gaze. The leader turned to the others, "Look, we're jus' real worried, y'know? I don't know where my Lola is either."
Kirby pursed his lips, suddenly it wasn't about clique wars or how stupid these throwbacks looked with their stupid hair wax and even stupider jackets. The small jock looked to the group of greasers, "Your friend is with us."
Johnny nearly snapped his neck he turned so fast, "What?"
"Lefty is with their friend, Amy from cheerleaders," Tony added, he figured those dumb jocks wouldn't know the names of their grandmothers even if their lives depended on them, "He is hurt bad, but Amy..." he could feel blood rushing, "... She's taking care of him."
"Wha'do we do now?" Kirby looked around and at each of the faces of his momentary friends, "It's dark, we can't go around in the forest in the middle of the night, man."
"Braddah's right, we can't go findin' friends if we can't even see our own feet."
"You can stay with us," Johnny added, sure, these Jocks he'd never admit to liking in his entire life; they were too stupid and too popular for his tastes, but hell, did any of that matter now? Maybe Lefty knows where Lola is, maybe these guys could actually fight off a fucking bear that would maul his queen...
He figured he'd play the nice guy for now, they were lost and hungry and cold as he and Peanut was. In all honesty, there was never any room for petty fighting, you couldn't find food or shelter complaining about their stupid jock games, could you?
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Post by UnknownTerritory on Mar 28, 2011 20:31:25 GMT -5
(( Tis the 3rd time I done it :c Thanks for replying!!! ))
Tony sat down on the other side of Johnny, rubbing his bare arms, his eyes glazing over as he stared at the fire. He was cold, he was rarely without his jacket. Tony hoped Amy was using his jacket. It would be awful if she was sitting cold and alone.
Suddenly his head perked up, like a puppy. "We have to get back." He said, his eyes wide, not squinting like usual. "D-de girl! Amy! She can no be alone." Okay, she did have Lefty and that Bully-boy, but he figured it wasn't enough. Lefty was practically dead and the Bully was, well, an idiot and probably couldn't keep her safe.
Wait, what did he care? She was just some girl. What about Johnny's missing cagn-- girl? He could care more about her, not Amy.
But Tony couldn't deny the twist in his chest every time her name was brought up. He couldn't forget about the tingle on his tongue every time he said her name.
What the hell was wrong with him?
(( Sorry for bullshit response :C ))
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Post by Memai on Mar 29, 2011 7:35:06 GMT -5
(( Oh, I know ;; I was just hoping others would take the cue and post as well. But I guess real life is getting in everyone's way... at least that's what I hear ;; Anyway! Another reply before I head off and do more silly assignments! ))
"She can no be alone!" Tony's eyes were widened, not in his typical squint, suddenly he looked panicked and restless, as if sitting for a mere ten minutes would come with disastrous results.
But in the burnt greaser's head, that might as well have been the case; he had a friend who was near death and a bully who wouldn't know what to do in case of a bear fight (except maybe chew his left foot and cry for Russell).
All these horrible, awful things would happen if they didn't get back in time to their original camp; why was everyone staring at him like his lost his head? Well... except maybe Constantinos, who was unconscious and probably sleeping away the troubles.
Johnny and Peanut, perhaps were a little understanding of his plight; the clique leader had a fight with Lola prior to getting on the bus and was soon feeling all sorts of nauseating guilt build within him. His smaller friend, Peanut, was without friends and that tiny English girl he keeps bringing up.
Kirby and Chaplin, however, gave the worst looks.
"Are you crazy? Like Hell we're gonna go out there in the middle of fucking BEAR country and get ourselves killed, man!" Kirby flailed his arms as if to illustrate the sheer stupidity of the idea, "Man you're gonna get poundcaked by nature, man! And that ain't pretty!"
"Braddah, you t'ink you went and got tiger's blood, braddah? Braddah, dem forest's go and went eat our o'dda friends, we can't even see anyt'in! How de hell we went supposed to be badass?"
"Idioti..." Tony mumbled under his breath, he got up and dusted himself off, "I will go." He turned on his heel and took the first step into the dark forest, but stopped the minute he heard Peanut call out to him.
"Wait!"
The smaller, burnt greaser looked to his friend.
"I'm coming with."
Tony couldn't help but manage a small smile.
Now it was up to the rest of those idiots to make their decision.
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Post by professorpineapple on Mar 30, 2011 2:07:55 GMT -5
(("Poundcaked by nature" made me laugh so hard XD))
The small group sat around the crackling campfire without speaking. The sun had just barely set, and already the search party felt exhausted. They'd managed to find some of the others - cut and bruised, but more or less alright. No bodies had turned up just yet. That was worth something, wasn't it?
The group had split apart at around sunset, the weaker students escorted back to the crash site. All that remained were some of the jocks and bullies, and a certain blond prep. Stevie sat beside him, staring thoughtfully up at the older boy. Terrance had refused to go back, despite being quite obviously frightened by the dark forest and all of its strange sounds.
He caught the bully's gaze, and his eyes narrowed slightly. "What?"
Stevie smiled innocently. "You know, I always thought you were kind of a pussy."
"...I beg your pardon?"
A sudden whimper sounded from somewhere beyond the trees, and the boys sat upright, breaths caught in their throats. A gentle wind whistled through the trees, and then another high-pitched whine. Ted and Ethan sprang to their feet, eyes wide.
"What the hell-!?"
"Shit, man..."
The boys stood, and backed away from the source of the noise. Terrance instinctively ducked behind Stevie - of the remaining group, they were the weakest, and therefore expendable. But at least he could outrun the puny pauper if he needed to.
The football star straightened suddenly, assuming the role of leader, and looked to the others. "Someone go check it out," he ordered. His blue eyes came to rest on Davis, who in turn looked at Stevie.
"Go check it out."
Stevie watched him with wide eyes. Then, slowly, he brought his hand up in a half-hearted salute.
"Go on, then," said Terrance, trying not to let his voice crack. He gave the boy a slight shove from behind.
"You too, pretty boy."
FFFFFFFFUUU
Taking a long drag of his cigarette, Stevie started towards to source of the noise, with a quivering Terrance at his heels. A third moan made him stop short, causing the blond to bump him from behind. Stevie elbowed him in the stomach, and received another shove in retaliation, but both actions were weak. For once, the two were too nervous to bicker with each other.
They stumbled half-blind through the dark, Stevie leading the way with his lighter held high. It did little against the total blackness of the forest, the measly flame flickering in the wind. Fear made his footsteps quick, and he puffed away at his cigarette as though it was his first in years. Terrance couldn't help but feel like he was walking behind an old freight train.
"H-Hello?" he called out. To the surprise of both boys, the response was almost instant.
"Hello!?"
Stevie bolted towards the voice. He didn't recognize it, but it was feminine and spoke English and probably wasn't going to eat him. He heard Terrance cry out, and chase after him, but Stevie didn't care - he was kind of a douche anyway.
Something hit the boy at full force, smelling strongly of leather and perfume. They fell to the ground, and for a moment they were plunged in darkness, his lighter having fallen out of his hands. Stevie was quick to push the weight off of him, and two sets of hands scrambled frantically through pine needles before he heard a familiar metallic click, and the light returned.
Sitting on the ground, long legs twisted uncomfortably with his, was a very disheveled Lola Lombardi.
Score.
((I hope I didn't OOC Terrance too badly. Couldn't think of anything to post for Amy, but I'm loving all this Tony/Amy that's going down right now))
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Post by UnknownTerritory on Mar 30, 2011 14:07:53 GMT -5
(( the FFFFUUUU made laugh like a hyena. A+!!! And you did GREAT with Terrance!! :'D Mems did great with Tony too S'MAZING <3 ))
Being as cautious as he could be, Terrance snuck up behind Stevie, arching himself up to get a better look. Terrance had thought Stevie was dead, but when the lighter flicked back on it settled his nerves. Some what.
Terrance groaned and ran a hand through his hair, his knees shaking. His hair was a mess, sadly enough. He hated this. He needed to bathe. He felt so... so grimy! Ugh, disgusting!
He shifted a bit, looking down at the pair. Oh, that greasy girl. Fantastic. Couldn't it have been, like, Pinky or someone?
Okay, bad idea. But anyone else would have been better!
"Should I... come back in a few minutes?" Terrance asked, tilting his head to the left, right eyebrow raised. He knew the Lola girl was a slut and wouldn't be very surprised if she tried to come onto Stevie. "You seem uh... occupied."
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Post by Memai on May 16, 2011 23:30:47 GMT -5
(( What the hell, man. This RP is like, GOLD. Survivor gold. We totes need to revive this baby <3 ))
Lola completely ignored Terrance's rhetoric question, and was completely stunned by the fact that these were actual, breathing, existing human beings that was in front of her; the bonus being that they wore Bullworth uniforms. They weren't bears or mountain cats or weird looking bugs, but real people with two arms, two legs and mouths that spoke words.
Before Stevie could say anything the greaser threw her arms around the small, tanned Bully, "OHMYGODOHMYGODOHMYGOD!" She didn't know who this kid was, but the fact that he was there and she was with him and maybe with other people was enough to send the otherwise unfriendly girl into a giggling, cuddling mess.
"Uhh... you're welcome?" Was all Stevie could manage, all the while he was staring with bewildered eyes at Terrance.
Who in turn, looked just as confused as the small Bully; but hey, they found more people, that's got to count for something, right?
x x x x x
It was a bit disheartening for Tony and Peanut, but Johnny had advised the both to not risk themselves (and their limbs) by trying to be heroes out in the middle of the dark, "Hang the fuck on, guys, we ain't sure if we even facing the right way."
Obviously, this was met with a less than positive response from Tony, who was pretty sure that horrible, nasty Bully was harassing his bella donna with unwelcome advances and and and--
'What am I even talking about?'
The group of boys just sat quietly around the fire shortly after that, tending to their own thoughts and worries, tending to their own little personal problems in their own personal bubbles.
Except for Constantinos though, that boy snores like the devil.
Tony was obviously preoccupied with thoughts of Amy; sure he's never actually had a real, decent conversation with her, but he would imagine it would be light, friendly and made all the more worthwhile with her laugh accenting every witty line he'd throw at her. He would imagine the palms of her hands feeling smooth and soft, and he'd keep it that way and never let her carry a heavy load again. It was nonsense in his head, but it was that sort of nonsense that drove him to get out of the forest as quickly as possible. He wanted to get out, look to her smiling face and hear her say, "We made it, Tony."
Johnny was obviously thinking about the fight he had with Lola before the trip; he had heard rumors about her sleeping with one of the Jocks, though he's not sure which (and at this point, began shooting very angry gazes at Chaplin and Kirby). Peanut and Vance defended her, of course, and Lola herself claimed she never did such a thing, but damn, people were laughing behind his back! Who the hell did she think she was?! He wasn't sure who to believe, his friends and his queen told him that nothing of the sort happened, but why was the rest of the student population so adamant that it did happen? But oh my god, did his heart weigh something awful when he was separated from her in this forest.
Peanut thought about Roxy; how she was possibly out there, in the forest. How she might've been eaten whole by a bear, she was so small. He was worried about her disadvantage about being so small and meek, he had seen enough movies to know that the small, meek and cute girls always were the first to go. But hope stirred within him that if her leg was cut off, she probably knew how to sew it back on, and that if all else failed, she knew how to be quiet. But that didn't quell the worry in his heart one bit, the longer he stayed away from her and his friends, the more uneasy he began to feel (and it was already showing on his face).
Kirby tried to keep his thoughts light, he felt that worrying himself anymore would just mean disastrous results, he didn't need to extra weight of anxiety and stress. Hell, he just wanted to get out, he didn't want to think of all this life-and-death and what-if stuff, he was never bright enough to understand the vastness of it all anyway. So he thought about baseball, he thought about football, he thought about the big games and the big cheers and the long-ass make out sessions he had with Trent and the way Trent would--- okay, hey man, that was totally none of your business to know about.
Chaplin went the same route as Kirby, trying to busy himself with happier thoughts than the anxiety of more stressful ones. He thought of the times when he would find Will sneaking into his room, the times when Will would wait quietly in the shadows for him to finish practice. Hell, he remembered the times when he would take Will out for churros and ice-cream and all the bastard would take was a grown-up, un-fun salad (not that Chap minded).
It was going to be a long night.
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Post by violentlittlesister on May 17, 2011 2:20:40 GMT -5
Kisa awoke with a pounding headache, and the sound of crickets chirping. Opening her heavy-lidded eyes, she swallowed a lump in her bony throat. She was alone, laying on a rough patch of grass in some...forest.
Momma where am I--
Her lips twitched. Accident...a crash. The bus.
Stupid, fucktarded driver. He probably made them crash!
But how was she to know? She was taking a nap in the bus, ignoring the loud chatter and what not Christy kept babbling about.
Fucking shitting me?
Of course. Kisa sighed, feeling a trickle of cold sweat run down her cheek.
She patted it away with her bruised hand. But instead of clear grime smeared on her tanned hand,
it was dark, crimson blood.
Did she hit her head or something? She inspected the rest of her body, only to see, in her half-hearted relief, several bruises and bleeding cuts.
"Shit," Kisa muttered, standing up on wobbly feet. A wave of nausea hit her like a tidal wave, making her knee down. With a persistant huff, she wobbled around towards a moonlight shaded tree.
Inspecting the cut on her head again, she sighed. The cut wasn' huge, but she didn't want to lose any part of her brain, did she?
Oh Buddha...
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