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Post by violentlittlesister on Jul 8, 2011 4:49:03 GMT -5
[I'm butchering the thread.
Forgive me. I will go reply once I find some good idea to slab Kisaragi onto with a side of butter.]
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Post by cheshacatt on Jul 8, 2011 13:25:41 GMT -5
Chest burning and eyes watering, Hobbes gasped for breath as he came to a stop at the biology room door. He was not built for that kind of movement, and the jocks had only missed him by a fraction, it was a horrible experience! As he doubled over and tried to slow down his heart rate, a familiar chirpy voice surprised him and reminded him of Melvin's yelled request."Oh, hi Hobbes!" He looked up to see her smiling sympathetically, then immediately looked back at his shoes. "Was it the jocks again?" He swallowed before he was able to speak. "Yes. Horrible brutish creatures. I could have been late!" "Honestly." Eileen tutted. "You wonder why they're even allowed out of the gym sometimes." Hobbes nodded. Keeping the jocks in the gym was something he would be quite happy with. However, before he could start on a long train of thought or go in to lesson, he stood up to his full height, breathing almost normally, and spoke."Oh yes, Melvin told me to tell you that we were planning to pull several pranks on the night of the dance." "I... excuse me?" "We thought revenge on the jocks was well overdue, and this would be the night to do it if any, they'll all be distracted." Hobbes tugged at a loose thread sticking from his sweater. "Does Beatrice know? We might need both your help." Eileen wasn't sure what to say. "Um, no, she doesn't, she'll need to be told." Something else popped up in her mind. "Why didn't Melvin just tell me himself?" Hobbs shrugged. "I don't know, he just told me to tell you." Frowning, Eileen opened her mouth to say something, but they were called into class, leaving her with a brain crammed full of confused and conflicting thoughts to mull over. Maybe cutting open some poor creature that Slawter had probably killed himself would help her understand how she felt.x x x x x xAfter a brief and slightly embarrassed conversation, Roxy and Peanut had to part as it was time for lessons, and she filed into the classroom with Judy. As Dr. Watts prattled on in his confused way and Roxy tried to pay attention, a little screwed up ball of paper came into her field of vision. Sneakily, she opened it. It was a note from Judith."Lovely weather, today"? Did I seriously hear you just say that?With a quiet inward sigh, Roxy scribbled a note back. Dr. Watts was clearly in a stranger state of mind than usual, so she figured she would be alright.I just got nervous! I forgot what I was going to say. It happens to everyone.She passed the note back. After another few minutes of reading along in her textbook with what Dr. Watts was saying, she got another folded scrap of paper from Judith.Yeah, well you'd better get the courage to say it next time cause I want to see you at the dance with greaser beefcake on your arm. As they would say, capice? Roxy rolled her eyes and blushed (again). Judith was taking this whole thing very seriously. She tried to get the thought of the tall Italian with the slicked hair off her mind and pay attention to proteins instead.x x x x x xPeanut could absolutely not explain it. He'd simply woken up grumpy that morning as a result of having to get up early for some stupid lesson (what do they mean I'll flunk if I don't attend?! All I gotta do is work on bikes, I don't need nothin' else!), but upon seeing the little blonde English girl, the world had suddenly gone soft and a bit pink.
Now, though, he was right back in his foul mood because she hadn't said anything related to the dance. He tried his best to focus on maths and ignore the tight, hollow feeling in his chest.((Derp derp sorry if I totally OOC'ed Also let me know if I moved things on too quickly.))
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Post by hcatm42 on Jul 11, 2011 22:34:05 GMT -5
"Love..." What. "...Love..." No way..."Lovely weather, today." Fuck. Everything.((Made my day!!! I laughed so hard! Thank you Prof.)) The first period of the day came and went without incident for Clarissa. Everyone seemed so preoccupied with the dance that she became almost completely invisible. Now if she could only manage this everyday.
The bell rang, signaling the end of first period. The English room filled with noise as students picked up their things and filed out. Clarie sat at her desk until the majority of people had departed. No sense in struggling to be the first out the door. Once the room was fairly empty, Clarissa picked up her books and left.
The halls were bustling with activity. Students chattered, mostly about the upcoming dance. Was that all these people thought about?
Clarissa stopped at her locker. Her next class was art, so there was no need to haul her books with her. The nerd's locker opened with a clang and she began to put all of her books on the only shelf in an orderly manner.
Suddenly, Clarie felt a sharp pain on her shoulder. “Ow!” She said instinctively and looked around. Across the hall stood Davis White, sling shot in hand, and Troy Miller at his side. Both were laughing. “Nice shot man!” Troy said through his laughter. “Shoot her again!” Clarie pulled her locker door foreward, attempting to use it as a shield, but it only gave her so much cover.
Davis lined up another shot. This one hit her in ear. The pair cracked up again.What do I do? Clarissa thought, blinking rapidly. If I run, they would simply chase me. However, if I just stand here, I will continue to get hit! There seemed to be no way to win.
Stuck between a rock and a hard place, the underclassman tried to ignore the rocks being shot at her. It was harder than it sounded. The rocks stung as they hit her skin, but she attempted not to react. Clarie had read in a book somewhere that if you ignore your tormentor (or in this case, tormentors), they would stop and go away.
They didn't.
Instead of leaving her alone, they crossed the hall and right over to Clarie."What's the matter, wimp?" Troy mocked, slamming her locker shut. "Too scared to stand up for yourself?" Clarie just took a step backwards, her voice caught in her throat. Troy was right. She was to scared to run, let alone stand up for herself.
Davis shoved the nerd, sending her to the floor. "Pay up, nerd!" "I... Um..." Clarie stuttered, almost silently. "I. Um" Davis jeered with a laugh.
Had Clarissa been able to speak, she would have told them she didn't have a dime on her, so they were wasting there time. ((I apologize now if I OCC'd with Davis or Troy.))
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Post by violentlittlesister on Jul 14, 2011 2:00:19 GMT -5
[Poor Clarie~ I'd honestly want to help her, but....
I'm guessing it's going to be the next class now?]
Maricel, otherwise known as Mari, slammed her locker door shut. A pop escaped from her lips, a pink bubble of sugary, sticky once-chewable gum landing in her mouth as she turned her head ever so slightly.
"I, um." A bully sneered down at a frizzy, spectacled girl, sharing fits of roars and hoarse laughs with his greasy buddy. She was most likely a nerd; Mari was not one to pay attention to the Unimportant's names. A silver trashcan was conveniently nearby, and Mari didn't waste time waiting for a Prefect to grab her arm, then her esophagus, and conveniently let her choke it out before she is able to spit it out.
With a low 'Ptt', the useless, saliva-colored gum was disposed of quite easily. Flipping her bangs away from her face,the Filipina cheerleader crossed them in the hall. She didn't look their way, and she didn't have to. Losers were losers, and bullies were bullies. It's just a way of life for the losers to get bullied, but totally not vice versa. That would, like, totally be weird and stuff.
Idly thinking of getting a mani-pedi with Christy or Mandy while looking at her slightly chipped nails, the cheerleader almost crashed her nose into an open door. She was quick enough to jolt back in time, regaining her composure almost instantly. Her dumbfounded expression was shaken off. She was way too much in thought. Hopefully cheerleading would get her mind off of whatever is distracting her.
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Post by professorpineapple on Jul 15, 2011 23:07:10 GMT -5
It was obvious that the little nerd girl wasn't going to respond, and Davis got tired of waiting. Without warning, he seized the scrawny blonde from under the arms, lifted her into the air, and shook her. Clarie let out a startled yelp, both out of terror and because it kind of tickled. Troy tossed his head and guffawed loudly.
Davis listened for the telltale chime of coins falling to the floor, but they never came. In a moment his arms grew tired, and he let go of the girl with an annoyed grunt. Clarie managed to keep from falling to the floor, but just barely. The brunette bully moved to her locker, and, much to the nerd's dismay, began to rifle through her things.
"Seriously?" he said, exhasperated, "There's gotta be something in here."
There was nothing Clarie could do but watch, helpless, as the upperclassman crumpled papers and tossed out notes over his shoulder, and make quite a mess of her locker. Leaning against the wall beside him, Troy watched with interest, and the occasional, mean-spirited laugh. Now, she thought, would be a good chance to run, but she couldn't move. Clarie knew that she was no athlete - even if she got a head start, they'd catch up to her in no time. There was no escape.
After what felt like an eternity, the bell rang, jolting Clarie from her thoughts. Davis looked up toward the source of the noise, as though it irked him. When he turned to her, she couldn't help but note the slightly bored expression on his face.
With a sigh, as if to say "oh well", Davis grabbed Clarie by the collar of her shirt. In one swift motion, the blonde girl was stuffed into her locker.
"Nice one, man!" Clarie heard Troy yell from the other side.
"Nah, she didn't even have any money." was Davis's response. "Let's go find that girly rich kid. He's always got something."
From the slits in the locker's door, Clarie saw their shadows pass by. She gave a tiny sigh, relieved to see them go.
((Grahblarghargh intended to write more but ran out of time. Sorry if I OOC'd Clarie at all ;_; ))
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Post by hcatm42 on Jul 16, 2011 0:54:48 GMT -5
((You did perfectly! I laughed so hard @ "She gave a tiny sigh, relieved to see them go." That is very much my little Clarie. Happy to be in a locker and away from the tormentors. :] ))
Once she was sure they were gone, it began to dawn on Clarie that she was stuck in here; not to mention all of her things were strewn about the hallway.
Perfect. Simply perfect.
At least the class she was missing was only art. None the less, this absence would be on her permanent record, be it art class or not.
Hoping maybe someone was still lingering in the hall way, Clarie knocked softly on her locker door.
"Hello?" Her voice was soft, but it sounded very loud in the small space to nerd girl. "Anyone there? I am trapped in here. Locker number 128."
She couldn't quite see anyone through the little slits in the locker. Surely there must be someone still in the hallway.
Clarissa knocked again, a bit louder this time.
"Hello? I am in here. Anyone there? I could use some help, if you would not mind." She said quietly. Though she knew being louder would increase her chances of being found, she couldn't seem to raise her voice any louder.
Clarie tried to shift a bit, but the locker was too small; but it would have been worse had Davis not thrown all of her things out first. She could be grateful at least.
((Short post is short and I am very sorry! Must get up on the morrow and couldn't come up with much more to say. :/ ))
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Post by professorpineapple on Jul 16, 2011 16:03:38 GMT -5
((Thank goodness! Now I just hope I haven't OOC'd Eileen...))
Ah, biology. Any negative feelings subsided the second Hobbes walked through the door. There were few things that brought him total peace, and one of them was Dr. Slawter's biology class. Between that sterile, chemical smell in the air, the graphs and posters adorning the walls, and the good Doctor's collection of skulls and jars of various deceased things, Elliot found the second-floor classroom to be one of his favorite places in the whole Academy. There was a sort of quiet calm here that did not exist anywhere else in school. No one bothered him here - all the big, tough guys were too busy cutting enthusiastically into their projects, while the pretty girls squirmed with discomfort. In this class, there were more important things to do than sneer at the weak, gawky nerds, and for that, Hobbes was grateful. He took his usual seat towards the front of the class, at a table with Eileen. Though he tended to lose himself in his assignments, it was nice to have a friend around. Safety in numbers, and all that.
Pigeons were the subject of the lesson that day. Judging by the partially-flattened skulls and broken wings, Hobbes guessed that Dr. Slawter had collected them himself. Their ruffled feathers were cool to the touch, as though they'd just come out of a freezer somewhere. Hobbes knew the classroom top to bottom, and had never seen any sort of freezer - perhaps they were stored in the cafeteria. That certainly wouldn't be a surprise.
The scrawny boy looked over his pigeon, a fat, grey thing that appeared to be missing an eye. The one that remained gazed up at him, red and glazed like a shiny new button. With a pang of guilt, Elliot turned its head away, so that it wasn't looking at him. A tiny snap sounded from its neck, and Hobbes gave a nervous giggle. Luckily, no one had heard. He snatched up the scalpel before Dr. Slawter could go over the directions - Hobbes knew them by heart.
Hobbes and Eileen worked in silence for a time, each lost in their own little world. The smaller boy had an uncharacteristic look of serene calm on his face, a pleased smile tugging at the corners of his lips. Eileen, however, was feeling a bit out of sorts. This whole dance business was turning really strange really fast, and she wasn't sure what to make of it all. Sure, she didn't like the bullies and morons of Bullworth any more than the other nerds, but she'd been starting to look forward to the dance. Even if she didn't find a date, she could've easily just gone with Beatrice and still have a good time. Not to mention, dresses. And then there was Melvin. He was acting rather weird - weirder than usual. And not his fun, Melvin-brand weirdness, either, but a bad kind of weird. He'd been avoiding her.
"Pay attention!" Dr. Slawter snapped, and Eileen jumped, realizing he was right beside her. Her pigeon, she saw, had a deep, diagonal gash across its midsection. Its sloppily-diced innards made her feel just a little woozy.
Whoops.
"Sorry, sir," she said quickly, her cheeks flushed. The words came out a little louder than she'd intended, and for once, Hobbes looked up from his biology assignment. His permanently-squinted eyes fell on her pigeon, and he gave a smile that seemed a little too wide for the situation at hand.
Dr. Slawter shook his head gravely. "I'm afraid I can't give you a passing grade for today, Ms. Twombly," he said, and the Asian girl's face fell. A failing grade was just unacceptable, especially for a nerd.
"Wait, no, please," Eileen blurted. "Can't I start over? Surely I can just get another one, right?"
The Doctor's liver-spotted face furrowed into a deep frown. He tapped his chin thoughtfully. Eileen Twombly was typically a good student, and it would be a shame for someone like her to fail. But, she had made a careless mistake, and Dr. Slawter didn't believe in second chances. In nature, there were no second chances. These pigeons were proof of that. They failed to escape his spudgun (confiscated from one of his former students. Slawter had found the thing to be quite useful.) and now, here they were. They got no second chances, so why should this girl?
"Sir," Hobbes spoke up, and Dr. Slawter was startled by the sound of his voice. The brunette boy rarely spoke during his class. "I'm all done here. I can get a new subject for her, if you'd like." "Hmm," said Slawter, looking between the two. He quite liked the Hobbes boy. For the life of him, he couldn't remember his first name, but he liked him. The boy was obviously enthusiastic about the subject - a little too enthusiastic, maybe. Dr. Slawter didn't like to play favorites, but he could see a lot of himself in Hobbes. "If you must, you can accompany Ms. Twombly to the dining hall. This is still her assignment, after all. Speak to Edna."
The nerds exchanged looks.
I freaking knew it.
The stood up to leave, when Elliot had a thought. As Dr. Slawter drifted away from them, he grabbed Eileen by the arm.
"Bring your bag with you," he murmured, standing on his toes to reach her ear.
"What for?" asked Eileen, raising a brow at him.
"I've got an idea. Trust me."
Eileen grabbed her school bag, and Hobbes beamed with pride. It was rare for him to think of something on-the-fly like this, and he hoped the other nerds would be proud. He hoped they'd find all sorts of good things in the freezer - not just pigeons.
((Lemme know if you want me to change anything. I'm not sure if I did Eileen properly...))
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Post by cheshacatt on Jul 16, 2011 18:34:36 GMT -5
Eileen quietly thanked her lucky stars as she grabbed her bag and left the biology room with Hobbs. As they made their way to the cafeteria, dodging prefects all the while, Eileen cleared her throat and spoke up.
"Hobbs, while I'm very grateful for this and I thank you very much, I'm... well, kinda confused and not a little nervous. What exactly are we going to be doing?"
Elliot smiled a little eerily. "Oh, I have a few ideas. I'll explain when we get there." This made Eileen more than slightly apprehensive of what was to come.
Luckily, or unluckily depending on how one would be affected by the situation, Edna cared very little about what the two nerds wanted to do with the array of dead animals in the school freezer. "Ah, sure kids, take what you want," she said, taking a drag on her cigarette, "just try and return 'em when you're done. I don't want Slawter throwing them in the trash when you've already cut 'em up for me!"
Making yet another mental note to leave the cafeteria food well alone, they thanked Edna quietly and moved through the kitchens (taking great care to ignore all the unholy substances breeding on the surfaces) to the freezer. Eileen gulped and prepared to hold her nose as Hobbs opened the door, then slid open the frost-encrusted tray.
"Ah-hah!"
With a mixture of relief and disgust, Eileen noted that there was actually a pigeon in there. Maybe she wouldn't fail this assignment after all! Also apparently Edna really wasn't fussy about what meat went in the food; there were, in fact, several pigeons in there, most with different levels of freezer burn. It made her feel a little queasy.
Elliot, however, was overcome with a wave of glee. Pigeons, what an excellent creature with maximum grossing-out potential! There were a couple of nasty old chickens, but he figured they weren't enough. However, there were, joy of joys, a few rats - they weren't skinned, so he assumed they'd just fallen in and frozen to death. Nonetheless, they'd be excellent. Grinning, he turned to Eileen and gestured to her bag.
"If you please, Eileen?"
Eileen frowned. Was he-? Was this seriously-? "Are we doing what I think we're doing?"
Nodding, Elliot twisted his fingers. "I'm going to make sure those jocks stay freaked out! Leave dead creatures around, maybe some guts - they'll never forget it. For all the wrong reasons. Thus, I need your help transporting them."
Eyes widening in shock, Eileen shook her head. "Oh, Hobbs, I know you want revenge on the jocks, but this is - this is gross-!"
"You do want to pass this assignment, don't you?"
"... Yes."
Elliot nodded. "Great! Then let's help each other out." Glancing up at Eileen's face, he could see she still looked very worried. He looked back at the small animal morgue and continued. "I'll take them off you straight after class, so you won't get in trouble."
"I - I guess I took all my notes out, so no dead animal juice will get on them..." Eileen said feebly. In reality she was just trying to make herself feel better. She'd definitely need a new bag after this.
Gleefully, Elliot began to pack the frozen critters into Eileen's bag, making sure to leave the pigeon specimen until last, while she turned progressively more green.
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"Hobbs, while I thank you so much for helping me, this is... really quite horrible."
Eileen had finally got a pass on her biology test due to the help of none other than one Elliot Hobbs. However, now the dead things stuffed in her bag had begun to thaw, releasing all kinds of nasty things; currently her bag was honking quite awfully and some mixture of liquid was dripping from one corner of the bag. Holding it by one of the straps at arms' length, Eileen passed it to Hobbes with a smile.
"There you go. You can keep the bag too, I don't think I really want to use it after this."
Elliot grinned at being in possession of a bag full of little dead creatures.
"Ah, thank you."
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As soon as she got out of the room, Judith sighed almost wistfully, had it been loud enough to hear. Mr Galloway may have been drunk half the time, but he sure knew how to make words flow! Having enjoyed a lovely English lesson and even having been let out early, she set off to find her friends and hopefully dodge the jocks. That was, until she heard a small and metallic sounding voice reverberating from inside a locker with notes strewn around it. Apparently nobody else had noticed, or maybe nobody had thought to let her out. After all, there were no nerds around, and who'd be trapped in a locker but a nerd?
"Um, hello? I am and have been trapped in here a long time. Would anyone mind letting me out?"
Suspicious and curious, Judith edged up to the locker then, with no warning, wrenched the door open. Luckily, the combination hadn't been changed, so it opened with not much trouble. A skinny nerd tumbled out, flailing like a flicked spider.
"Oh!" She steadied herself and faced Judith, then immediately ground her shoe into the floor and gazed down. It felt strange for Judith, being shied away from by someone taller than herself.
"Hey, uh, you okay?"
"Yes."
She was clearly not a very conversational person. Judith decided to try anyway. "You been in there the whole period?"
"Yes."
Awkwardly, Judith looked around her. This was not going anywhere. "Well, I have to go. You, uh, you have cool glasses." She could appreciate a person who wore round glasses. It was a good style.
Clarissa started at such a compliment. She pushed her round bifocals up her nose. "Thank you. Goodbye then."
While she felt good about letting the poor little nerd out, Judith also felt very, very odd about that encounter as she walked away from the lockers and the nerd began to pick up her notes.
((DERP I hope I didn't OOC anyone :c ))
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Post by hcatm42 on Jul 19, 2011 17:08:20 GMT -5
Time seemed to have stopped in the locker.
It has to have been at least an hour!
"Um, hello? I am and have been trapped in here a long time. Would anyone mind letting me out?" Clarissa said, trying, yet again, to gain some aid.
No reply.
The little nerd sighed heavily. She might as well get comfortable. She was going to be here for a long, long-
Suddenly, the locker door opened and the underclassman came tumbling out. She was barely able to keep herself from falling to the hallway floor. Recovering from the surprise, Clarie turned to see her savior. It was a girl, shorter than her, but not by much.
Immediately, Clarie dropped her eyes to the floor and began blinking rapidly.
"Hey, uh, you okay?" The other girl asked.
Clarie was barely able to force out a small "Yes."
"You been in there the whole period?"
Another quiet "Yes"
The nerd could feel herself tensing up even at this small talk. The curly haired girl was began to catch on that Clarie wasn't much for conversation.
"Well, I have to go. You, uh, you have cool glasses."
The compliment to Clarissa completely by surprise. The nerds had been the only people who had been nice to her since she arrive her at Bullworth, so kindness from a complete stranger was rather off-putting.
"Thank you. Goodbye then." Clarie wanted to say something else, ask her name perhaps, but nothing else would come out. As her savior turned and walked away, Clarie turned her attention to picking her things up. Davis had done a good job. Only her math book and some notes from Chemistry were left in the locker. The rest was spread around the hall.
As she collected her things, the frizzy blonde thought about the mysterious girl who had released her from her lockery prison. She didn't even know this girl's name. Next time she saw her, Clarissa would have to ask this girl he name. That would be a task far easier said than done for this little nerd girl.
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Post by professorpineapple on Jul 23, 2011 20:09:15 GMT -5
((Sorry to be spamming this board so often ._. ))
The bell signalled the end of first period, and Amy dragged herself across the hallway. Normally, she looked forward to Geography - the subject wasn't exactly her forte, but the work was fairly easy, and she quite enjoyed the company. There were no jocks in Amy's geography class, but she was far from lonely. Mr. Matthews had assigned their seats in alphabetical order by last name, and so Amy Gonzalez found herself sitting directly behind a certain green-eyed greaser. Spoken conversations between the two were rare, but they'd passed enough notes back and forth to fill an entire book. For someone so unsightly, Tony was really a sweet guy. Had it been a normal week, Amy would've looked forward to seeing him in class.
"Oh my gosh, it's Amy!" cried an excited voice, and Amy cringed inwardly. She turned at the doorway of Mr. Matthews' room, and gave a superficial smile.
"Oh my gosh, it's Mari!" Amy squealed back, and caught the tiny cheerleader in a hug. Mari usually caught her just as she was going into her Geography class, and normally it was kind of annoying. Today, however, she was grateful for the distraction - sometimes, Tony would make it to class before she did, and Amy didn't want to see him just yet. Ideally, she would avoid him until this whole dance nonesense was over with, but she knew how unlikely that would be.
As she released her, Mari's mouth flew opened, and Amy already knew what she was going to say. There was only one thing any of the cheerleaders talked about these days.
"So, like, who're you going to the dance with?"
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Hobbes seemed to be in a better mood than usual, Eileen noticed. She couldn't recall ever seeing the freckled boy so happy, ever. His giddy smile looked out-of-place on his typically frowning face. Though she guessed this was a good thing, it made her a little uncomfortable. Or, maybe that was just the dead things in her bag.
At least she hadn't failed the day's lesson. Eileen repeated this thought to herself, over and over - at least their little grave robbery had paid off. She followed behind Hobbes without speaking, eager to get to his locker, where she could be rid of the awful things before they started to stink. Although, she was beginning to wonder if maybe they were a little late for that.
A familiar, frizzy-haired figure caught their attention, collecting books and papers from the floor before the passing students could kick them away. Clarissa, Elliot recalled, one of the newer students at Bullworth. She was little more than an acquaintence to him, and acquaintences made him nervous. But, she was gawky and brainy and wore glasses, so the other nerds had taken a liking to her. That meant that she was an ally...right?
"Are you alright?" asked Eileen, and Clarie flinched, startled. The jerky movement surprised Hobbes as well, and he instinctively edged behind Eileen.
The Asian girl repressed a sigh. At least Hobbes was back to normal.
((Blarghargh ran out of time again. Sorry.))
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Post by cheshacatt on Jul 24, 2011 6:54:45 GMT -5
((Be quiet prof we love you spamming <3))
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Post by hcatm42 on Jul 28, 2011 12:19:03 GMT -5
The two nerds had startled Clarie, not something too hard to do. The male nerd, Hobbs if she remembered correctly, was taking refuge behind the larger girl whose name was Ellen. No, Eileen!
Talking to anyone made her nervous, but because they were nerds, she spoke a bit louder and using more words.
"Are you alright?" The Asian girl asked.
Clarie nodded. "I got shoved into my locker, but a girl let me out." Her voice was still soft but it could be heard from a distance of more than 3 feet. Being around other socially awkward people made her less nervous most of the time and Clarissa couldn't remember a time when either of them had been mean to her.
After most of her things were picked up, she began to reorganize her locker. It was sad to see the notes at the bottom of her locker covered in dirt from her shoes.
(Short and crappy post. And I am sorry Mem if I ruined anything you were planning!))
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Post by giveitupforbecca on Jul 29, 2011 11:47:25 GMT -5
((Hey guys, I'm a little late to the game, so I guess I'll just try to shove my character in here without messing up the plot too much! I hope that's okay D:))
William looked at the poster that had been sloppily pastered to the wall. A school dance. He sighed as images of Johnny Vincent filled his mind. Them dancing, holding hands, kissin-no. No, he knew that couldn't happen. He turned away and, casting one last longing glance at the poster, walked away. School dances were stupid anyway. He looked up to see a group of nerds standing nearby and hurried over to them, just wanting to think about anything but that dumb dance.
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Post by Memai on Jul 29, 2011 13:02:57 GMT -5
(( we're all late to the game ;D But that's the beauty of roleplay; the ability to introduce a character without any needed build-up XD ))
"So, like, who're you doing to the dance with?"
Amy couldn't hold back the thought of Tony walking up to her and asking her out, complete with the Italian accent and the little speaking quirks he had. She blushed and began to smile, letting herself get caught in the daydream before Mari took notice.
"Oh my gosh, spill the beans girl, it obviously must be someone uber cute, right?" the other cheerleader was squealing with joy, her voice now pitched higher, "Ohmygosh tell! Tell! Tell!" Mari began jumping up and down excitedly, while holding Amy's rather clammy hands. Whoever this guy is, he must be someone incredibly amazingly hot and charming to get Amy all worked up like this right? Right?
Quickly dragging herself out of her thoughts, Amy realized that she landed herself into a bit of trouble. She couldn't ever admit to liking Tony Giovanni, no matter how cute, charming, shy or adorable he was. His scars took away the handsome face he once had, and was made to be a subject of mockery by the more physically attractive members of the Bullworth Academy hierarchy. While girls often told secrets to one other for support, comfort and the need to just let these things out, Amy knew she couldn't trust anyone like Mari, Mandy or Christy with this sort of secret.
So she had to lie, and quickly and convincingly at that.
"Chaplin," she blurted out, "I'm going out with Chaplin," she had said it a little flatter and a little less enthusiastically than her previous reaction to the mere thought of Tony, but she couldn't let anyone know, and besides, she was, after all, going out with Chaplin. It wasn't necessarily a lie, was it?
Mari's hands quickly flew to her mouth, hiding the impossibly large grin that was now on her face, "Oh my gosh! CHAPLIN?" She squealed once more, causing the Mexican girl to flinch back a little and cover her ears, "OH MY GOSH! HE IS SO CUTE! YOU BITCH! ♥"
"Err... yeah. He's totally cool with it, yeah." Amy tried to play it off as coolly and calmly as possible, but now she runs the risk of Tony finding out...
... and possibly never asking her out for anything ever again. Chaplin was cute, charming and had washboard abs that even got her blushing pretty hard, but she saw him as a friend (and a pretty awesome one at that) and couldn't ever think of him as anything else or beyond the point of "my brother from another mother". Tony, on the other hand...
... oh no, she's blushing again.
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Class had dismissed early for Roxy and Judy, seeing as that Dr. Watts' state of mind was up for debate and had wrongly read the wall clock and dismissed everyone quite hurriedly out the door. If one had taken the time to notice, one might even catch him pushing the students out the door. What was that about, anyway?
Regardless, the two girls now had a free period block with absolutely nothing to do. Roxy, naturally, wanted to go back to her room and catch up on the lessons Dr. Watts seemed to forget teaching, but Judith had other plans in mind, one that involved playing the role of matchmaker.
"So about that greaser, Peabody."
Roxy nearly tripped over herself as she heard that name, and she didn't want to make a scene of herself in the hallways again, the prefects seemed to have gotten tired of getting her out of her awkward binds. "His name's Peanut, which is an awful name, really."
Judith waved it off, "Look, anyway, I think you should totally go for it and ask him out. The worst he could say is no."
"That's exactly why it's called the 'worst', Judy," the small girl said as a matter-of-fact, "It'd be the 'worst' because then I'd be terribly disappointed and start wailing in the corner of my room again while loony girls barge in and demand I praise their singing!" she threw her hands up in the air and hid her face behind them afterwards, "I think it'd be better if I just left it alone, Judy, I don't think he likes me anyway."
"Oh come on," Judith nudged her friend playfully, "You won't know till you ask. Guys are weird like that; you know, they say they 'like' you by pulling your hair or something. They're just weird and I think you're weird for not wanting to ask him." The girls came to a halt, with Roxy looking over the door of the mathematics class rather thoughtfully. Judith wasn't a dumb girl, she could easily put two and two together quite easily, "Oh my god, Rox, do not tell me that you know his class schedule!"
Roxy wanted to try and defend herself, but being caught off-guard and at her most vulnerable (and obvious), she really had no room to do so. All she could offer was a feeble explanation, "He doesn't hide his Facebook wall, so anyone could read it."
"Oh man you are a work of art, Rox," the taller girl put a hand on her friend's shoulder, "You've got it super bad and there's only one way to fix it."
"What? How?"
"By waiting for him when he comes out that door." Judith pointed, all the while looking mischievous, "If he says no I'll run his balls over."
Roxy wasn't really quite sure how to respond to that, or how the bell had rung which signaled the end of the period, or how a flood of students came pouring out of the maths room, with Peanut and a few other greasers being the first ones out.
"Bollocks."
(( watch me as I butcher everyone with little to no effort :'D ))
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Nerds can't die. You can't kill what has no life.
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Post by cheshacatt on Aug 1, 2011 14:42:12 GMT -5
Clarie flinched, but noticing it was nerds (a big one and a small one hiding behind her), she stood up and became a little more relaxed. Well, as relaxed as one as socially awkward as that could be.
"Yes, thank you." Her voice was quiet, but at least audible. "The jocks locked me and I could not get out for a long time. Thankfully somebody let me out."
Eileen shook her head. "Jocks, huh? Still, good to hear someone let you out." She grinned. "Hey, I'm lucky, I'm too big to fit in lockers!" She giggled and the other two tittered quietly. Nerds were either fat or thin; both had their perks and fallbacks, and both were succeptible to different types of bullying. It was a sod.
"Eileen?" Hobbs poked her in the back gently. Turning her head towards him, she watched as he gestured to his locker and the bag of dead things. As she got a waft of the smell, she was rather glad she'd never get the bag back.
"Oh, yes." She turned back to Clarie. "Well, how about when we're done with this, we go to the observatory and see who else is there?" There was a general consensus over this as Hobbs quickly stuffed the dripping rucksack into his locker. Once this was discreetly done, the three set off, making quiet and awkward conversation, Eileen hoping all the while maybe she could find Melvin and get to the bottom of why he was being quiet so weird.
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"I am so very bored with all this talk of the dance." Sebastian was standing purposefully at the stairwell of Harrington House. "It's very tiring."
"Oh, indeed," Tad replied, taking a sip of some expensive-looking fruity liquid from a glass tumbler, "it's very tiring. All these paupers will just foul up the place with their stench. Don't you think?"
Sebastian had set out to make a rather different point, but he agreed anyway for the sake of simplicity. It was really quite irritating trying to ignore the frivolities that he had no time for. Still, if the preps were going to go to this mockery and sham of a formal event, perhaps he should too, he thought resignedly.
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