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Post by Memai on Jun 17, 2011 1:37:05 GMT -5
There was an air of excitement on the grounds of Bullworth Academy, a sort of energy buzzing around the area that could only be coming from one event in the entire school year:
School dance
Mandy and her cheerleaders giggled and crowded around the bulletin board in the school hallways just as a poster for the upcoming dance had been put up. Their eyes gleamed with excitement and the girls were holding back screams. Christy and Angie were practically jumping around they were so excited,
"Oh my gosh! A dance!" The redhead squealed, "I SO cannot wait for it! Like, seriously, we totally need more dances here!"
Angie agreed, smiling widely, "Right? My aunt has a shop downtown, I totally have an excuse to buy myself a nice dress! I've been getting good grades too!"
"Oh my gosh! Oh my gosh! We totally need to like, figure out who we're going to ask out!" Christy looked at the other cheerleaders, "We could like, ask ALL the cute boys out!"
Just as those words had slipped past Christy's mouth, the infamous Chaplin Mano walked on by, leaving the gossipy redhead and her more studious best friend in a quiet daze.
"I am so asking him out."
Amy and Mandy couldn't help but roll their eyes, but they had to admit, that sort of hunkiness could not be found anywhere else.
So they too, joined in.
x x x x x
"How exciting!"
Ms. Phillips had caught a glimpse of the poster that was plastered haphazardly on the front of her classroom door, but instead of chasing down the student and claiming vandalism like the other teachers, she smiled and let her mind be filled with thoughts of excitement.
"Hello, Deidre," Mr. Galloway was passing by with Quentin, on their way to the teacher's lounge no doubt, when they had caught sight of the art teacher fawning rather girlishly over the poster she held in her hand, "Anything interesting today?"
"I hadn't realized the dance was so soon, I keep telling myself it'll happen later but it's happening next week!" she put a hand to her cheek, hoping to hide her embarrassed blush, "But goodness, when was the last time we had a dance?"
"A while," Mr. Galloway let out an airy laugh, "But that does sound exciting. Have you heard who's chaperoning the dance?"
"I've no idea at all, but I'd LOVE to do it!" she pressed the piece of paper close to her heart, "I remember my highschool dance, it'd bring back a lot of nice memories," she said fondly.
"Do you think the others might now?"
"We could always ask!" was the hopeful response, and the three teachers were soon on their way to the lounge, if only to find out who gets to watch over the kids. After all, this sort of nostalgia was always hard to come by, and how hard could chaperoning be, anyway?
x x x x
"Don't be daft, of course I'm not going," Roxy said as a matter of factly as she looked up from her textbook, "Seriously Judith, who would go out with me anyway? Besides," she flipped a page and began a new paragraph, "I have a test coming up and I'd rather do some studying up."
"She's right," Kay said, "Who wants to go to a stupid dance anyway? I mean, there's only gonna be a bunch of horny kids grinding each other up two ways to Sunday."
"Oh come on," Judith dropped her shoulders in disappointment, she was hoping her friends would at least give this a shot, "It's not like it's prom or homecoming or anything!"
"I don't have anyone to go with anyway," Roxy dismissed, eyes focused on the words of her textbook, "It all just seems like a huge popularity contest anyway, I don't want Pinky or Mandy teasing me anyway."
"Yeah, all the preps and jocks are gonna be like, 'derp, here's my gee-eff and bee-eff and bee-eff-eff', it's stupid."
"It's not like you have to go out with someone anyway, we could all be each other's dates... or something."
"Jude, that just sounds wrong."
"Does it?" Judith rolled her shoulders and tried again, "Well, what if Peanut asks you out Roxy, huh? Still gonna say you won't go?" Of course Kay wouldn't go, she was married to her G&G games and studying anyway, there was no convincing the giant nerd to partake in a social event that didn't involve high-level geekery...
...but Roxy was an entirely different story all together.
And as Judy and Kay looked over to Roxy for a response, they weren't quite sure how to handle seeing a face as red as the small blonde's. It was quite literally, the brightest, purest red they had ever seen produced on human skin.
It was quite amusing, actually.
(( Shitty beginning post, pretty sure I killed everyone! :'D ))
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Post by violentlittlesister on Jun 17, 2011 13:26:30 GMT -5
((No, no. It's quite lovely. Any way, I posted a picture of Kisaragi looking a bit better. I hope. Perhaps she wants to go to the dance? Secretly. Blah. Enough of this OOC stuff ><;;
But note; In this RP, Kisa is a bit different. I'm sure you would know why.)) Dance.
A dance. She was screwed.
Standing near the poster enlisting all details of the event that made everyone (well, almost everyone) giddy with excitement, Kisa twirled a strand of her long bangs away from her face. Kisa should have been studying for that upcoming test.
But she really wanted to know what all this buzz was all about. Biting the inside of her cheek, she tried to ignore the doubtful sneers coming from Mandy when the bitch queen herself began to look at all of the girls, as if to 'narrow' down results as candidates who will get a successful date.
Kisa also tried to ignore this own growing feeling in her chest. It was like worry. Even more so than the times she would be frantic over a test. Looking over to Christy, the somewhat sleep-deprived girl laughed dryly, "Aren't...the boys supposed to ask the girls out, Christy?"
Her fingers lightly tapping against her skirt-covered thighs stiffly, Kisa realized that she...
jealous, somewhat. Christy was pretty, as was Amy and Mandy. Angie had her fair share of boyfriends, a couple, while Christy and Mandy were sometimes having boys all over them.
'I've no time to worry about this stuff, right... I never really cared anyway, so why does it bother me?' She thought, waving it away. It didn't leave, the feeling.
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Post by professorpineapple on Jun 17, 2011 16:19:02 GMT -5
((Sorry, was meaning to start this thread myself, but I got caught up in IRL stuff. Thanks for getting things started, Mems <3 ))
Lionel and Deidre were sorta cute, in a nauseating kind of way. Mr. Quentin strode ahead of them, without trying to be subtle about it. The french teacher was feeling more bitter than usual, being that he and the charming Ms. Kerry Kopke were on their second “break” that month. Apparently her husband was “getting suspicious” - it seemed every other week, Mr. Kopke was “getting suspicious”, and Jean-Louis wondered when he'd actually get there. Typically, these “breaks” never lasted more than a week or so, but it had been almost two weeks since the last time Kerry had called. This, somehow, had significantly shortened the Ivorian man's fuse.
When they arrived at the teachers' lounge, most of their colleagues were already present. The room was filled with the low chatter of the weary, middle-aged teachers, discussing what tomfoolery they'd had to deal with that day, at the hands of the little monsters of Bullworth. The usual stuff, really. Quentin made a beeline for the coffee machine. All he needed was a cup of coffee, and maybe a smoke with Neil behind the Auto Shop, and then he could leave. Curl up on his sofa and finally finish reading that mystery novel, maybe start up a new one when he was finished. He'd assigned long essay projects to all of his classes, so that he wouldn't have to grade homework for a good two weeks, and Quentin intended to make full use of his free time. Maybe, he thought vaguely, he'd go see a movie, just for the hell of it. It'd been at least a year since he'd been to a movie theater, so it might not be a bad idea.
A bony-fingered hand grasped his arm, and Mr. Quentin's automatic response was to glare down at its owner. Miss Danvers looked up at him with a curt smile. Outside of the Headmaster's office, a smile on Miss Danvers' face looked very much out of place. Jean-Louis wished that she would stop.
“Mr. Quentin,” she said, in an airy tone that may or may not have been sarcastic. “Just the man I was looking for.”
Normally, this was just the kind of thing Jean-Louis wanted to hear from a shapely older woman, but Miss Danvers' stern face and ability to get him fired made her less appealing to him. And there was the fact that she was just about to make him do something. He sighed inwardly. “Yes, ma'am?”
“As you've no doubt heard, the Springtime Dance is one week from today, and we're in need of chaperones.” Quentin didn't like where this was going. “You never know what these young brutes are capable of. Dr. Crabblesnitch has requested that you be present – we'll need all the help we can get.”
“Désolé, madame,” The use of French tended to make him seem more charming to American women, Quentin had learned early on, “But I 'ave a very busy week ahead of me. Please tell ze Headmaster zat I will likely be unable to assist with ze dance.”
A dark look crossed the shorter woman's face, but only for a moment. She said, “Oh, well that's too bad, then. But I'm sure we'll get plenty of volunteers – if I'm not mistaken, there's a nice little bonus for any staff members willing to participate--”
“When did you say zis dance was, again?”
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Post by UnknownTerritory on Jun 17, 2011 18:41:07 GMT -5
"Oh~ A dance, a dance! How delightful!"
Terrance glanced over at the brown haired prep, who was twirling and grinning in delight. A roll of the eyes, going back to the math work. Okay, radical seven times two radical thr--
"Oh, Terry, deary, will you go with me? Pleaasseeee?" Gord smiled from the other side of the room, and shuffled over. Within seconds, he was seated next to Terrance on his bed.
Terrance glared at him, "No." He turned back to his work, only to flinch at the long, loud whine from Gord.
"Pleaseeee?" Gord begged, shoving his nose into Terrance's hair annoyingly. In response, he was shoved off the bed.
"That a no?"
"Get out."
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Tony stared at the bulletin post in horror. A dance? Oh god, his mother better not get word of this. She would-- she would make him go. In a nice, fancy tux. He shuddered at the thought. Why spend a night in some stupid building with people he hated, dressed uncomfortably, probably being mocked, with crappy music? There was no reason to.
Besides, Amy wouldn't even give him the time of day. Would she? Tony racked his brain for the truth. No, of course not. He was a greaser! Poor, greasy, ugly, and a jerk. Amy was... Amy was a jock, a cheerleader, beautiful, perfect...
She would never give him a chance. If he asked, he'd probably be laughed at.
No, he was not going to that dance, even if he had to defy his mother.
God he hoped she wouldn't find out. Scratch that, prayed.
"Gonna ask out tha' Gonzalez girl?"
Tony jumped, hand over his heart, eyes wide at the sudden voice. Behind him, Lefty laughed.
"Gesù Cristo!" Tony glared at the other boy, who just smiled. "What you want, testa di cazzo?"
"Don' be like tha', Tony." Lefty threw an arm around Tony's shoulders, grinning at him. The two of them always had a special little relationship-- both being able to speak Italian. "I'm just wonderin' if my little buddy'll be goin' t'the dance with the gal'a his dreams."
An unamused glare.
"Don' deny it, I know ya wanna git in 'er pants." Lefty winked, and Tony blushed. That.... that was.... party.... true....
"Me no think'a Amy that way." Tony sneered.
Lefty beamed, "So ya DO like 'er!!!"
Tony's eyes went wide and he blushed deeper. He shoved Lefty back and stormed back tot he Auto Shop.
"Ya gotta ask 'er out, man, ya gotta!"
((haha wow it sucks sorry xD))
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Post by cheshacatt on Jun 18, 2011 10:58:01 GMT -5
Judith had not been particularly fond of parties in her life. Of course she liked a bit of pointless messing about, but she found the idea of an set slot of time to have fun somewhat... totalitarian. Like there should be speakers blaring "ALLOCATED TIME FOR FUN BEGINS NOW" in a robot voice. This, however, seemed like an excellent opportunity for extra-curricular fun. Jamming all the cliques together in a dance hall was bound to cause something interesting other than the usual boring party animal's samey antics to happen. Plus, music was cool, and dancing was fun. Of course, there was the matter of getting a dress, of which Judith had only one; a staunch number reserved for weddings and religious occasions, and were thus paired with a headscarf and a blank look. Nonetheless, that could be sorted later. For now Judith had to convince Roxy to go with her, even if the little blonde got lucky with the big greaser. The thought of going alone caused her to picture Kay in a dress. It was a little strange so she replaced it with a suit, and immediately it was much better. She began prong one of her two-pronged plan - total charm. The second was relentless not-so-subtle hinting."Aw, c'mon Roxy. I know you'd look super awesome in a dress. Peanut'd be all over that for sure." Judith found it hard not to giggle as Roxy somehow went even more red. "Also you shouldn't be worried to go, you're normal. I should be worried if anything, have you seen Carrie? The strange ones always get humiliated." Judith considered this and slightly cringed at the thought of pig's blood. She'd have to ask them to use cow's blood or something beforehand. She continued. "Plus it'd be fun. Who doesn't like fun? I know you like fun." Roxy stared in bewilderment as Judith babbled nonsensically. Kay raised her eyebrows."Judy, are you high?" x x x x x x"Oh my word, just... Oh my gosh, oh my gosh!" Eileen was excited. Really excited. This was dangerous. Her exclamations earned her a loud hushing from the librarian and Beatrice spared a nervous look up from her textbook at the hysterical teen as she tiptoed ecstatically through the room. In an attempt to keep them out of trouble, Beatrice made a "calm down" sign with her hands as Eileen came towards her and sat herself in a chair opposite Beatrice.Making sure to keep her voice low, Beatrice leaned across the table. "What is it now, Eileen?" Trying to answer the question but still keep quiet, Eileen nearly burst. "There's a school dance on!" She bounced up and down in her seat. "I mean, I don't really know whether or not I should be horrified, but... a dance! How exciting!" "A... dance?" Beatrice paled. If her assumptions were correct, this would be a perfect opportunity for that rat pack and their most vile leader Mandy Wiles to make fun of her. "Eileen, that does not sound like a good idea." "I know, I know, but it's exciting anyway!" She clasped her hands to stop herself clapping. "I've never been to a dance at Bullworth, this might be the year! I mean, I'd have to be social and stuff which would suck, but dresses!" Appalled that Eileen simply could use "dresses" as an argument for going, Beatrice sighed and thought. There had to be both pros and cons. Yes, the cheerlosers would be there, but so would Jimmy Hopkins. Looking dashing in a suit. Waiting for her with roses to sweep her away...She quickly shook her head out of the daydream, hoping she wasn't blushing. "It... It will require much consideration." "Oh, you're definitely right. But a dance! A dance! Yay!" Eileen's excitement got the better of her again and the librarian bawled at everyone to be quiet. x x x x x xOf course, one cannot make so much noise without being overheard. Earnest happened to be in the library at that precise moment, which wasn't much of a coincidence because nerds were always in the library, but his interest was taken by Eileen's squealing. Now, instead of focusing on his trigonometry notes, thoughts were whirling around inside his massive brain of new ways the nerds could fight back against the jocks at their most vulnerable; dressed in stiff suits and silky dresses.
He grinned to himself.
This might just be a good dance.((THERE Didn't want to write any Earnest dialogue and tried very hard with Bea's to try and keep them IC, but let me know if you think it's a little OOC.))
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Post by leftenantmorgan on Jun 19, 2011 13:21:27 GMT -5
Alex jogged up the steps of the football field, just finishing her after-lunch run.
It was another day, another workout, another annoying catcalling session of all the jocks practicing pushups or butt-slapping each other or whatever it was they did. What a bunch of neanderthals. She wasn't in their way, there was no reason to bother her.
"Hey Alex." A familiar foreign voice called out. "Did you hear the news?"
Alex sighed. She really should continue going up the steps, she was almost out of that mini hellhole. But she decided to ignore that good idea and turn around. "What news?"
Juri Karamazov was grinning like an idiot at the bottom of the stairs. "There is going to be a dance soon. With the dancing and the paper decorations and the good music."
Alex blinked, then thought about it.
Dances were always fun. Meet people, dance with them, perhaps little finger foods. It sounded exciting.
"Well, that sounds nice." She said, beginning to turn around to go take a shower, "Later then."
"Hey!" He called behind her, "Going with anyone?"
She froze. Oh jeez... "Not that I'm aware of."
He let out a laugh, he laughed too much. "Well, wanna go with me?"
She could hear that raucous laughter of the jocks on the benches listening to Juri. "Get some, Juri!"
"French girls I heard are good at allll that stuff." One of them called out. Juri only smiled at them before looking back to her.
"Yes, or no?"
Alex felt her cheeks redden as the jocks continued. She felt so embarrassed... "Do you honestly expect me to go to the dance with you?"
Juri blinked, "... Da?"
She fumed, feeling absolutely livid. "Is this some kind of joke? Hell no I'm not going to some stupid dance with you!"
She spun around and stomped up the remaining steps. Absolutely offended.
Muttering plenty of angry obscenities in French along the way.
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Post by professorpineapple on Jun 19, 2011 17:38:56 GMT -5
((Judy and Eileen are so cool~))
The tall, double-doors of the Observatory burst opened as Earnest made his dramatic entrance. The sudden clang started Melvin O'Connor and Elliot Hobbes, who jumped to their feet, knocking over the wooden crate that held their decks of GnG cards. The highly-collectible pieces of cardboard scattered over the dusty floor, and their owners dropped to their knees to salvage them. The Nerd leader frowned, feeling quite ignored.
"What'th going on down there?" The heads of Thad Carlson and Cornelius Johnson peeked down at them from above, where they'd been tinkering with the spud canons that served as the Observatory's "inner-defense system".
Earnest looked up at them, and rubbed his hands together with a sinister grin. He had that mad scientist look about him that caught Elliot's attention immediately. Whether this was a good thing or a bad thing, the scrawny brunette was never sure.
"I have great news, men!" Earnest's voice echoed off the high, metal ceiling. "No, more than great - excellent!"
Three pairs of glasses and a squinty set of eyes turned on him, and the attention seemed to somehow increase the Nerd's excitement. Elliot leaned forward, partially out of anticipation and partly so that he could see him better.
"One week from now," Earnest continued, "This school will be hosting its first dance in years - with music and low lighting, and all kinds of social interraction."
At the word "dance", Hobbes suddenly felt very dizzy, and gripped his choppy hair. The other boys just stared at Earnest. What did that have to do with them? Those were some of their least favorite things. Besides, (and they pondered this with varying degrees of bitterness) no one was going to ask any of them out.
Their blank expressions made Earnest give a sigh. He'd hoped his men would be clever enough to see what he was getting at, but it looked like his intellect was just too high for any of them to keep up. What a shame.
"Don't you see?" he said, and waved his arms dramatically. "All those Jocks and Bullies and other assorted meatheads will be all dressed up and dancing and...sucking face." Here his voice dropped, and there was a decidedly icy air in the room. "And they'll be so distracted with all of that nonsense, they'll have no idea what's going on around them."
The Nerds glanced at one another, realization dawning on their faces. Melvin ventured, "And what, brave knight, will be happening around them?"
Earnest grinned in a way that was almost sinister.
"Vengeance."
((Amy post coming eventually. And possibly Stevie, but IDK yet.))
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Post by violentlittlesister on Jun 20, 2011 15:55:19 GMT -5
"Yeah," Christy hastily replied, ""Well, like, theres totes a ton of boys out there who will ask us! But how are they supposed to know we want them to take us to the dance if we don't drop a hint?" Rolling her eyes, the half Japanese-Scottish girl began to think she honestly had no chance.
"Hey, who do you want to take you to the dance?" Raising a dark, trimmed (a miracle, since she's always so lazy to do /anything/) eyebrow, Kisaragi mouthed, 'What?'. Christy flipped her flaming red hair, "Who do you want to take you to the dance." Again. "Uh..."
Why ask if no one will do it?
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Post by leftenantmorgan on Jun 20, 2011 21:31:26 GMT -5
Alex wrapped herself in a towel as she walked out of the shower. Still feeling grossly offended about Juri and the jocks.
God.
What a moron. He was cute. But an asshole. If he wasn't one, then sure she'd go with him. Would love to, in fact.
But whatever. Well, maybe she can find one of those adorable astronomy club boys to go with. At least they have fun conversations. Or maybe a fellow prep boy. It seemed more likely than a greaser. And jocks are simply out of the question.
She sighed, unwrapping her towel from her and wrapping it around her hair.
"Hey! Put on some clothes, young lady!" The old woman watchdog barked from behind her.
Americans.
"Yes, ma'am." Alex sighed as she walked into her room to put on her uniform.
Why are boys so complicatedly simply stupid complicated?
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Post by professorpineapple on Jun 21, 2011 12:19:06 GMT -5
The cheerleaders' eyes turned on Kisa, much to the dark-haired girl's dismay. Mandy looked her over, as though seeing her for the first time, and her lips curled into a cruel grin.
"Oh, don't worry, I'm sure someone will ask you out," she said, her voice condescending. The head cheerleader laughed, and the others giggled in response, though half-heartedly - they didn't have a problem with Kisa, really, but falling out of Mandy's favor was social suicide. She went on, "Like that skinny guy who's always moping around. Or that fat kid who thinks he's a wizard. Or maybe that crippled greaseball kid."
The cheerleaders laughed, with the exception of Amy, who suddenly look like she wanted to be sick. Luckily, the others failed to notice, and Christy slung an arm playfully around Kisa's shoulders. "Don't get mad," she chirped, "You know we're just playing."
Mandy's smirk didn't look very playful, Kisa noted.
"Oh, crap, I gotta go do something," Amy cut in hastily. She threw Mandy an apologetic smile. "I'll see you guys later, 'kay?"
The brunette girl looked a question at her, but Amy turned briskly and disappeared into the crowded hallway. She walked without direction, her heart pounding.
Bad, bad, bad, bad.
She'd been excited when Mandy pointed out the sign. Amy had always wanted to go to a school dance - all dressed up, with some cute guy at her arm. She imagined it'd be just like in the movies, with a live band and slow-dancing, and maybe like a dance contest or something. She wasn't much of a dancer, but that'd be cool anyway. And she'd known just who she was going to ask, too.
That is, until five seconds ago. She should have known it wouldn't work - of course Mandy wouldn't like him. He was gross-looking and talked funny, and if anyone caught Amy so much as glancing at him, she was over. Done for. Kaput. Uncool.
The Mexican girl gave a sigh. It wasn't like she couldn't get a date - there were plenty of boys at Bullworth, and she was a cheerleader. But, there was only one who could throw a punch and rock a black leather jacket, and still be one of the shyest little things she'd ever seen. Scars or not, Tony Giovanni was pretty freaking adorable.
Too bad she was the only one who thought so.
((Please pardon the sappiness of this post.))
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Post by Memai on Jun 21, 2011 13:03:33 GMT -5
(( I ship Tony/Amy so hard oh my gosh you guys ♥ They have a seekrit love affair ahhhhh! ))
While Kay and Judith had a little back and forth about why dances were stupid versus 'Kay lighten up', Roxy was deep in thought, as usual for a girl like her. It was true, she never did like dances. If they were anything like the raunchy numbers she had seen in American movies, she didn't want any part of it. But, like any girl her age, she did like a game of dress up or two, especially if it meant looking good for a certain greasy greaser of hers.
He'll never notice me though, it's bad enough Kay goes into a panic when I walk into a crowd... she thought and gave a sigh. What's the use? Who'd go out with me anyway?
But what if he did? She bit her lips at the hope that maybe she'll get a 'yes'. After all, the worse he could say is no and I'll still have Kay and Judy with me anyway!
"Thinkin' hard, Rox?" Kay said, snapping the little blonde out of her thoughts and away from Judith's constant pestering, "Cause I mean, I think you'll ace this test no problem, it's mad cool that you're still studying for it."
Having said that, the small English girl closed her textbook, signalling that perhaps, other, less scholarly pursuits were on her mind. She gave a knowing look to her friends; Kay's expression slowly melting into one of horror, and Judith slowly cracking a wicked grin.
"Like you said," she smiled, "I'll ace the test, right?"
"I thought you were a good person, Rox!" Kay harrumphed and folded her big arms across her chest, "I really, really did."
"Oh, come on now," she nudged her large friend, "What's the harm? It's not like we have to stay the entire night."
"Yeah, we could leave when things start to get all gross."
Kay rolled her eyes, et tu you guys? For a band of self-proclaimed throwaways, the two of them got awfully excited awfully quickly over a stupid social event.
x x x x x
The jocks, naturally, were also making a big deal of the upcoming dance. Who's gonna get laid? Who's gonna go out with who? Who's gonna have the hottest date? How much booze was going to be snuck into the hall?
Chaplin just waved it all off. Oh sure, he had his fair share, lost his virginity at one of those dances himself too, it wasn't as if he hated the idea of dancing. Hell to the no, brah.
It wasn't because he couldn't get a date either. He saw the way those cheerleaders were gawking at him when he passed them by in the hallway. He could've just pointed to one of them and they'd say yes to whatever crazy idea he'd come up with.
It was because of Will he wasn't going.
He smiled, cracking open his locker and getting his stuff, thinking about the night that would come. He'd like to be the stupid romantic he was and just outright take that creepy ass prefect to the dance like some sappy teen movie...
...but the idea that him being close to Will to everyone in Bullworth Academy was more trouble than it was worth it. And he knew for a fact that Will hated people.
Well, people except braddahs like me, another smile to himself. No, the night of the dance he'll be sitting in his dorm room as usual, reading his books and waiting for the prefect.
As he walked through the crowded hallways, it seemed like there wasn't a person who wasn't talking about the dance. It seemed exciting and he would've liked to go, but having Will around was always better.
It wasn't long before he spotted a familiar of his and called out, "Hey Amy!" He walked up to her, smiling that dashing smile, "How'zit?" The friendly smile fell off his face when he noticed her less-than-chirpy expression, "You alright, wahine?"
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By the time the other greasers had arrived at the scene, Lefty had thankfully stopped his nudging and prodding on Tony, which made the Italian all the more relieved. No more stupid nosy people butting into his private thoughts.
It was private for a reason. It was bad enough had had successfully called him out on Amy too.
But much to the burnt Greaser's dismay, Tony wasn't the only one who was on Lefty's hitlist for the day. When Peanut came up with Johnny, the first thing that came out of the smaller greaser's mouth was, "You going to tha' dance, boss?"
Johnny gave a smile, a subtle one, "'Course. Gotta treat my queen right."
Lefty and the others nodded, though if their leader hadn't been so blinded by Lola, he'd know full well that they meant the opposite. The small dark-haired greaser knew better than to prod Johnny about it, didn't want to listen to another one of his rants about how Lola was a beautiful misunderstood woman who has assets (among other things) and knows how to use them.
So he turned to Peanut.
"How 'bout you Pea? Gonna ask that blondie out?"
A red face, a wave of the hand, "What blondie, man, I ain't going around with no fair haired broads man, You're crazy."
"Yeah? She's like, this tall man," a rough guesstimate of her height with his hands, "and she's like English, or some crazy European country like that."
"WhataboutRoxy?" Hands flew to his mouth the minute Peanut had let slip, and Johnny smiled knowingly at his best friend.
"Hey man, if you like her you better ask her."
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Post by cheshacatt on Jun 22, 2011 13:05:11 GMT -5
It was nearly time for class, and Melvin didn't want to miss any of history. As he briskly strolled to lesson, a few of the jocks might have yelled something at him, but he didn't notice. Hell, they could have wedged him in a trash can up to his armpits, but the idea of sweet revenge suddenly made him care less. Yes, the jocks had unleashed a torrent of attacks on them, but soon their turn would be over, and the nerds would retaliate with renewed fury!
As Melvin imagined the glorious moment of comeuppance, a chirpy voice caught his attention.
"Hey Melvin!" Eileen smiled and gave a little wave. "Mind if I walk with?"
Melvin shrugged. "You may do as you please." Taking the invitation, Eileen bounded over and took a place beside Melvin. Obviously, there were a few stifled moments of silence. Nerds were not gifted with the art of conversation, even with each other.
"Oh!" Eileen brought up the subject preying on the mind of most of Bullworth, "Have you heard that there's going to be a dance?"
Melvin grinned, perhaps a little maniacally. "Oh, have I!"
"Well, uh..." Eileen looked down shyly. "I know the guy should ask the girl, but as we're not a couple or anything, would you like to go together?"
Melvin's heart stopped.
Eileen talked on. "I mean, we're friends, right? And it's always fun to have somebody to laugh at the jocks with!"
As much as he should have included her in the nerds' scheme, she seemed horrifyingly, appallingly excited. Melvin gulped. "I'm afraid I must decline your request, as I have a prior engagement for that evening."
"Oh..." Eileen was visibly disappointed and Melvin felt a little bad. Luckily she perked up immediately. "Never mind! Beatrice and I were thinking of going together anyway so we could rely on each other if anyone picked on us." She skipped away to class before Melvin could say anything else. "I'll see you later Melvin!"
After saying goodbye, Melvin went into deep thought. This was a serious problem. Of course Earnest would be there as party leader, with the knights, sorcerers and barbarians of the nerds backing him up, but they'd need healers, wouldn't they? And the two girls were oblivious of their plan. This, he decided, would have to be rectified.
(Crep post is a little crep :x Let me know if I OOC'ed!))
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Post by violentlittlesister on Jun 22, 2011 13:17:55 GMT -5
"Yeah..." Kisa laughed weakly. Yeah.
Avoiding to meet Mandy's eyes, Kisa felt weak. What Mandy said made her feel like the scum of the Earth, lower than dirt. It was all because of the judgemental human society that made people like this, so they could just feel good about themselves - because of their all-mighty standing.
Pushing further thoughts away, she merely smiled whilst brushing her messy-- Messy, why was it messy!? Messy, messy Kisa. Always looking like
complete fucking shit Kisa you look like some hobo on the goddamn street you are such a loser you stressball
"Aha...Um, I gotta split. I gotta.. study for a test..." Pursing her lips tightly, Kisa bolt from the group once they lost sight from her.
Ugly ugly ugly ugly ugly
With a worried, frantic and frazzled gleam in her dark eyes, Kisa looked through her wardrobe. Her makeu--Wait, she didn't /have/ makeup! She needed some.
Now. Pretty pretty pretty, here she will come. Wiping tears away, she looked in the drawers for what she needed. With a brush in her hand, she tugged hard at the knotted ends of her hair. Improve-improve--
((OOC: This. is. FUN. Kisa is so paranoid~))
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Post by leftenantmorgan on Jun 22, 2011 21:22:32 GMT -5
Alex always liked history, with all the wars and scandal and victory and loss. But she could never tell anyone. Lord, her fellow blue-bloods already are difficult as it was, she didn't need to be ostricized any further for enjoying her time school.
As she took notes, she felt a tap on her shoulder.
She frowned as she turned around. Juri, who lucky for her sat behind her, was grinning as he held out a folded up piece of paper.
She grimaced, she didn't want to read it. She knew what it was going to say. The same thing he tried after lunchtime.
But out of the pure politeness of her heart, she took the note. She always had trouble when it came to being not polite.
She waited until the teacher turned away from the class to open it.
Go to the dance with me. ~Juri She let out a huff, he could have at least tried being nice about it. Maybe apologized for the way he acted? That would have been a great start.
"So, yes, right?"
She nearly jumped as Juri whispered over her shoulder.
"NO!" She cried furiously.
The teacher turned from the board, raising an eyebrow. "Problem, Miss Girard?"
Alex slumped in her seat, mortified as the other students stared at her. "No sir..."
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Juri stared at the back of her head, wishing he could just read her mind so he could figure her out.
Why won't she date him? He was tall, and strong, handsome. A good wrestler. FOREIGN. Usually American girls trip over themselves to date guys like him.
Maybe it's a European thing.
He grinned. Of course, she's French. Maybe he'll just have to try again. Third time will be the charm.
She's pretty, and he always liked pretty brunettes. With nice legs. Legs are the best part of the ladies. And she could speak some of his language, which is always a plus because he sounded like a freaking retard while speaking English.
He leaned back in his chair and smiled confidently. He'll get a date with the hot new girl. Just a matter of time.
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Post by professorpineapple on Jun 22, 2011 22:24:33 GMT -5
The tall cheerleader was jolted from her daze by the sudden appearance of a certain hunky Hawaiian. Amy blinked up at him, just in time to see his dopey smile disappear from his face.
"You alright, wahine?" he asked, and Amy realized that she'd been frowning. Her face grew hot, and she forced out a half-hearted giggle.
No one could know her secret, she thought. Not even Chaplin - no matter how sweet and friendly and dashing he may be. Word traveled fast at Bullworth, especially among the jocks.
"Yeah! Totally!" she said, with too much enthusiasm. "What's up, Chap?"
Chaplin's brow furrowed. He didn't look at all convinced.
"Hey!" Amy chirped, "You hear there's a dance next week? Are you gonna go?"
So, maybe she couldn't have that "dream dance" that she'd always wanted, but she couldn't just show up alone. And hey, she and Chaplin were friends. They could go and have a good time, and at the end of it all, Amy would still be considered cool, and there'd be no harm done. That is, if Chaplin wasn't already going with someone. Mentally, she crossed her fingers.
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Gord's gaze swept across the courtyard in front of the Harrington House, a slight frown on his face. Sometimes, he wondered why he even bothered with Terrance - he was always so grumpy. Well, it made no difference to him. Terry could lock himself in his room and sulk the night away, but Gord was going to that dance. He was buying a new suit, the best suit that money could buy, and he was going to dance with some gorgeous girl (or boy), with or without the pouty blonde.
Although, he hoped that Terrance would at least go shopping with him. He quite liked shopping with Terrance. The boy had impeccable taste. And maybe they could go for ice cream or something afterward. The thought made the brunette boy smile, until he remembered that he was supposed to be upset with him.
He gave a tiny sigh. Now, it was a matter of finding someone to go with. Gord told himself that someone was bound to ask him eventually - who wouldn't? He was an excellent boxer, his dad he had a lot of money, and he was cute as hell. All in all, Gord was quite the catch.
A smug smile spread across his face. Only a fool would say no to him. Terry was just playing hard to get, but that was all right. The dance was one week away, and that was more than enough time. He'd get him, eventually.
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