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Post by Memai on Mar 7, 2011 6:51:55 GMT -5
(( Setting the scene real quick here ;D Also, I imagine that the girls do go through PE, including the cheerleaders, so that way if anyone wants to RP Beatrice, you can ♥ Okay, let's go! Remember, only Jock or Nerd characters only! ))
A loud whistle could be heard all across the field; to most students, it meant another torturous period with Coach Burton. To the jocks, however, it meant that asses were going to be kicked and it was gonna be good.
The Nerds in particular hated the idea of P.E, if Ted Thompson didn't get away with his studly good looks and rippling pectorals, Earnest would've had the school abolish the physical education classes altogether.
It was hard to make up for strength when you knew so much about everything and anything there is to know. It was hard being Nerd in Bullworth Academy, if the Bullies don't get you, then the Greasers will if you didn't finish their homework. If they don't, the preps will for staining their good loafers with your chemistry experiment, and if they don't get you...
... The Jocks would.
It was especially hard being a Nerd when you had to sit in Jock turf. With Coach Burton at the helm. With Jimmy Hopkins right there staring you down. WITH TED THOMPSON STARING YOU DOWN OH GOD WHY WAS HE LOOKING AT US LIKE THAT!
"C'MON LADIES! LAPS! NOW!"
The nerds jumped in shock and took slow, clumsy steps to starting the laps around the field. Truthfully, they hated the idea of warming up, couldn't they just sit in the library instead of partaking in such barbarian activities?
Algie sighed, wiping the sweat off his brow despite only going at a slow jog at a quarter of the way, "I think I pulled a muscle," he whined, "Man, this sucks!" The other Nerds agreed, nodding weakly as they trudged through the torture brought onto them by the education system. They were already huffing and wheezing, an embarrassing display of weakness, true; but they would be the ones at the forefront of human evolution.
The Jocks however, were well ahead, competing against one another to see who could finish their laps first. But the large, well-built boys would also chuckle and yell cruel names seeing the awkward, lanky teens bumbling across the field.
The girls were just as cruel, and suffered just as much.
"Gentlemen," a wheeze and a pant from Earnest, "We... We... We neeeeed to take theseeee..." a huff, "We need to... we need to..." He stopped dead in his tracks, sucking in sweet precious oxygen into his deprived lungs, clutching his chest and ooubled over pathetically. And he just finished the first lap too.
This, of course, encouraged more teasing, name-calling and finger pointing from the Jocks.
That just about made Donald snap, when he shot an angry glare at the Jocks.
((Yes! Donald won't take this crap no more ;___; Tension is rising, let's see how this goes! ))
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Post by professorpineapple on Mar 7, 2011 7:56:43 GMT -5
The Nerds trotted down the length of the football field, a slow, sad parade in gaudy green shorts. Fatty Johnson brought up the rear, much to the surprise of absolutely no one. He was barely halfway through the first lap, and already the usually jolly redhead had slowed to what could only be described as a really fast waddle. Even Cornelius, whose score on the physical aptitude test had been the lowest in Bullworth history, jogged a good few yards ahead of him. Head bowed in shame and exhaustion, drenched in sweat, Fatty's breath came out in labored gasps. Although, it could have been worse - he could have been alone.
A bony little figure padded along beside him, though he probably could have pulled ahead if he wanted to. Elliot Hobbs kept in-step with the bigger boy, and squinted up at him every so often from under that horrid bowl-cut. The two weren't particularly close, but Fatty was vaguelly touched by this show of kindness. The Nerds of Bullworth needed to stick together, especially during times like these.
The taunts and laughter from the Jocks buzzed in Elliot's ear, but he tried his best to ignore it. How one human being could find amusement in another human being's suffering was beyond him - just thinking about it gave him a headache, and he was in enough pain already. Elliot could feel the stitch growing in his side and a blister forming on his foot. It was only a matter of time before his legs cramped up, or he tripped and fell and skinned his knees or twisted an ankle. Or, if he tried to brace himself, there was the very real chance that his hands could hit the ground at such an angle that his pinky would snap and bend completely backwards, like he'd seen on TV once. But if he didn't brace himself, he could smash his nose and crack a tooth on the ground. He couldn't decide which would be worse.
The fifteen-year-old tried to shake those thoughts from his head, and glanced once more into Fatty's glistening face. The two were in the same grade, and practically the same age, but Fatty had four inches and a good 100 pounds on the gangly brunette. That morning, Fatty had devoured six oily sausages and no less than a pound of bacon at the local diner, and still had room to pick at Bucky's plate as well. Elliot knew that it was rare for a teenager to have a heart attack, but he stayed close to the big Nerd, watching carefully for any signs. Though he'd read about them, Elliot had never actually seen someone have a heart attack, and he thought that it would be quite fascinating. It would definitely be worth all of this running around.
A gasp from the front of the procession caught their attention.
"Gentlemen..."
Earnest Jones, their trusted leader. Elliot listened intently - Earnest always had a solution.
"We...We..."
Like the rest of the group, the bespectacled boy had trouble catching his breath. Whatever he was going to say must have been important.
"We neeeeed to take theseeeee... We need to... we need to..."
What? What do we need!? Suspense made Elliot anxious.
But the rest of that sentence never came - Earnest stopped, gasping and heaving. He doubled over, and for an excited second, Elliot thought that he was going to vomit. Some of the other Nerds stopped as well, but others merely slowed their pace, sending worried glances between Earnest and Couch Burton. Cornelius patted his back with a clammy hand.
A chorus of cruel laughter sounded from the Jocks. They were on the opposite side of the track, but quickly closing in on them, a stampede of muscle and popularity.
"What is wrong, leetle gurls? Do you need a nap time?" Juri's insult wasn't a clever one, but it recieved a fist-bump of approval from Damon.
Through thick-framed glasses, Donald glared at them. This was nothing new - they were always being picked on, especially by these 'roid monkeys. He was used to it by now. Maybe that was why it bothered him so much. Donald didn't want to be "used to" this kind of thing, being ridiculed and pushed around, and he was sure that the other Nerds felt the same way.
"You boys keep up the good work. It's harder to scrub motel toilets if you're not in shape," he wanted to say, but didn't. He just watched them, seething. They'll all be sorry one day.
((Hurp. Next post will be better, I promise. I just wanted to get a feel for Elliot's personality, since I've never used him before.))
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Post by Memai on Mar 15, 2011 6:31:43 GMT -5
(( Welp, I was hoping others were gonna join in, but I suppose life is getting in the way once more ;; Let's see what shittery Mems can come up with today )) Just as Donald death glared the jocks for all that was worth and wanted to continue the embarrassing number Burton had demanded them to do, another wave of stinging, hurtful comments came by, "Careful, brah, if you keep starin' at us like dat, you're face be plenty stuck like dat." "Dude, dude, dude, too late!" The blonde, rage-filled nerd narrowed his eyes at Chaplin and Ted; both were good-looking, popular jocks. Both could get any girl or boy they wanted, all they had to do was sit beside someone of their liking and just quietly say, "Hi." That always got to the nerd, how someone so moronic, so idiotic, could have their way with the general populace. Why was it that ancient civilizations could appreciate the more finer minded people? Why was today's society so hellbent on technology only ever falling for muscled morons who only did well in manual labour?
The only upside to this whole mess was that at least laps were over with.Donald was about to march up to the two, but he was stopped short by Earnest, who held his friend back by the shoulder."Don't." Donald looked angry, but Earnest kept a steady face, even if he was tired, sweaty and weary, "They'll get what's coming to them. I have a plan." The other Nerds couldn't help but look to their leader with curious glances.
A plan? What sort of plan? Was Jimmy going to involved this time? They hoped not, last time that happened many a good men had fallen during their battle with the pea-brained 'roid monkeys."After this, gentlemen, we'll no longer be the laughing stock of the school!" The leader declared eagerly, "After this hellish period is over, gentlemen! Meet me in the Observatory, I'll need everyone to--" "'EY! YOU LAME-O'S GONNA COME OVER AND PLAY BALL OR WHAT?" The possibility of getting beaten up (which would be encouraged by Burton, surprise, surprise) because they weren't moving fast enough was all that it took to motivate the nerds to move towards the group.
All of them, however, had the heaviest footsteps.x x x x x Track, how Beatrice HATED track.
What was the point of being able to run fast or measuring the distance of how far you could jump? The world would be much better off with the knowledge of being able to cure cancer, not with the skill of being able to jump farther than the rest of the girls in your class.
The coach would blow her whistle, yell at the girls and they would giggle and go on their way, all the while teasing poor little Beatrice. She would jump and lose her glasses, and one time she even accidentally stepped on them and broke them. The coach only pulled her out because she kept knocking the other girls over, not because she could've seriously hurt herself, either."Eww, look, it's metal-mouth," Mandy spat as she passed the thin nerd girl with her gang of equally pretty, popular girls. "How're the spots today? Still gross as ever or is that just how you look like all cleaned up?" The other girls gave stifled laughs, they weren't trying to be mean, honest! It was just... a painfully funny truth.
Not that they could see the hurt in Beatrice eyes for that moment, she did look like a right mess with her hair all out of place and her face glistening with oil and sweat."B-b-back off... Mandy." Bad idea."Or what? Are you going to do something about it, ugly?" Mandy closed in on the girl menacingly, "Did you wake up stupid today, nerd? Huh, did you? You know I can do whatever I want here, even if I wanted to--" "Amanda Marie Wiles, get back here and leave Beatrice alone!" The coach yelled at the head cheerleader, who all but obeyed at her demands. After all, pretty popular girls were pretty and popular to everyone, even if that meant kissing up to teachers and letting go of their selected prey for the day.
It was momentary peace that Beatrice was thankful to the coach for, maybe today wouldn't be so bad. Usually Mandy would be able to get away with much worse, even in full view of the faculty, so having a little justice served (even if not so severe) was always welcomed in her books.
Besides, Jimmy and Chaplin were out on the fields today with their shirts off. Beatrice could appreciate that.'Maybe today won't be so bad.'
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Post by UnknownTerritory on Mar 15, 2011 14:29:48 GMT -5
((I will end up replying, but I gotta do research on the one/two I wanna do >3< He/They are so non-important I dunno what he/they're like))
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Post by leftenantmorgan on Jun 19, 2011 13:31:32 GMT -5
((Alex runs the track! So I'll just pop her in for fun. ))
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Post by leftenantmorgan on Jun 19, 2011 13:50:27 GMT -5
Track. If there was one thing Alex could do pretty good, it was running. You could lose yourself in the high.
She stretched by the steps, leaning against a post to keep her balance.
"Lookin' good, baby!" A few boys called out. But she ignored them. Running was something she loved doing, and no boy with body issues or insecurities will stop her.
"Hurry up, Girard!" The coach called, "The group's leaving you!"
Alex smiled to herself as she watched the group. They were moving slow, and some were already panting.
So she took off. And it wasn't long until she had caught up and passing the other girls. She decided to stick to the center, not really wanting to show off her speed. This school isn't quite so kind to overachievement.
"Hurry up, metal mouth!" She overheard one girl running close to her say. She turned her head and saw her and a few other girls laughing at the poor bespectacled girl falling behind. "God Beatrice you're so slow!"
Alex frowned. What a bitch.
So, she decided to take advantage of her position.
She bumped, hard, into the bitchy brown haired girl. Who bumped into another snickering girl.
"Oh! Sorry. That was so clumsy of me!" She grinned, speeding up to the front of the group to escape any glares she got.
Justice is served? Maybe.
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Post by cheshacatt on Jun 19, 2011 17:00:17 GMT -5
Things were apparently happening on the track field but Judith was somewhat zoned out. Running was fun and she was happy, albeit fairly red in the face. The coach was yelling something but she smiled blissfully and continued to cruise along.
Eileen, however, was not enjoying herself. Lagging behind the group and being bawled at by Burton to hurry up, every fibre of her being was screaming out against her taking another step. Red in the face and gasping for breath, she willed herself to keep going lest she earn more laps.
Why does track exist, why do we have to do stupid physical education?! Why can't I go to the library and learn something that will actually benefit in later life, this is-
"Hey piggy, you gonna run or do you need to stop for another cake?" Mandy cackled as she picked up the pace.
Despite this making her fume, Eileen inwardly laughed at the so-called insult of Mandy calling her a pig. Didn't she know pigs were clean and intelligent animals? Silly ignorant cheerleader. This slightly comforted her as she puffed her way along.
((Okay short intro post oops))
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Post by violentlittlesister on Jun 22, 2011 12:54:49 GMT -5
Kisa was okay with running. She wasn't the most fit, but she could hold her own--
OOF--
With a short cry, Kisa tripped on her own feet, falling behind the long line of female students. Snickers erupted from the crowded line, making Kisa frown inwardly, scratching at her head. Ugh.
'Why do we have track again!?' She thought, hands groping the ground.
"What's wrong? Fat enough to not see your legs?" The comment from Mandy made Kisa want to grab her by her ugly brown hair and punch and punch and punch and not to stop.
But she couldn't do that. She didn't have any power. Without comment, Kisa caught up with the rest of the track group.
Ugh.
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Post by Memai on Jun 24, 2011 7:20:35 GMT -5
Beatrice could never understand how these meat-headed morons could stand the thought of P.E, it was such a pointless subject! Why was it even in the school curriculum? All it served was to make these mush-brained monkeys feel like they've accomplished something (when it reality, all it did was just further prove that the schooling system was beginning to fail).
She sighed, shifting her feet and pushing her glasses up the bridge of her nose. Why couldn't the girls be given proper track pants anyway? These shorts just made her look ridiculous. She looked over to Mandy and the cheerleaders, she couldn't help but notice how no matter what they wore, they were still pretty and charming. Even with their hair all out of place and their faces gleaming with perspiration, they still looked a lot better and a lot less awkward than Beatrice Trudeau in shorts.
She was glad that track and running were over for now, but it didn't stop her from shooting Eileen a pained look when the coach had asked them to do some stretches for a game of volleyball.
Volleyball, ugh, Beatrice thought, I could be learning how to save lives with this time, not playing volleyball.
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It was extremely difficult to focus on the task at hand, especially when a cluster of pretty girls in tight shorts were in plain sight on the other side of the building. Earnest couldn't help but to look over anyway, Mandy Wiles was just there, standing there with her perfect legs and her perfect backside just being all around amazing. She looked like she had been sculpted, like an ancient stat---
"GET YOUR HEAD IN THE GAME JONES!" was the loud yell he heard from the coach, snapping the lanky boy out of his gutter-minded thoughts and back to the less-than-favorable situation at hand; dodgeball.
He looked with contempt over to his opponents; Chaplin Mano, Ted Thompson, Juri Karamasov and finally Damon West. All four were probably the biggest and tallest members of the jocks, and undoubtedly, the most good-looking, as evidenced by the girls giving the four of them sultry, sensual good luck 'hugs' before their stand off. But the one thing they surely didn't have were brains, a smirk formed on the Nerd leader's lips when that thought had entered. True, they may rule the hallways and can strike fear with the mere threat of an atomic wedgie, but lord help them when they graduate and start fumbling around where education and brain power was all that mattered.
Who cared if they were quarterback or star basketball players? Who---
BAM
The nerd fell to the floor quite easily and in a daze at that.
"Should'a paid more attention, braddah."
Mano. I'll get you AND your friends. One day...
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Post by cheshacatt on Jun 24, 2011 14:55:29 GMT -5
Nearly... Nearly... Eileen was in the process of attempting to touch her toes to stretch for - urgh - volleyball. Her fingertips had about reached her upper ankles when she stopped. Nope. That's not going to go any further.
Feeling very awkward in her XL track shorts, Eileen clumsily grabbed her ankle and wobbled precariously as she stretched. She always found herself bewildered when she couldn't stop twitching and fidgeting in her lessons yet as soon as she tried to run, all of this energy deserted her. Perhaps it was simply the thought of P.E.; if people wanted to exercise they should do it in their own time, not use it as an excuse for ritual humiliation!
Now volleyball. Really? Volleyball? That was for beaches and things! And now she had to run around and hit a ball for some pointless reason. As she sighed at the tyranny of the educational system, she realised she could have it worse.
She could be doing dodgeball.
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Post by violentlittlesister on Jul 14, 2011 15:55:29 GMT -5
A thin laugh bubbled out of her lips, and Mari looked to a fellow cheerleader. The hog-like asian girl couldn't even go over upper ankles! What a loser! Giggling, Mari's lips curled into a smirk. "She can't even fit the gym uniform; And what, is that, like, an extra extra fucking large?" The brunette cheerleader near her snickered in reply, a muffled, "Probably," her answer.
The coach barely looked their way, her direction put on the board she was writing on. That glasses girl looked like an easy target.
Mari was sure to hit her right straight into the nose.
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