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Post by Memai on Dec 24, 2011 7:58:23 GMT -5
Happy Holidays! It's already Christmas/Crimble Eve where I am, so I figure the rest of the world is gonna catch up soon XD Anyway! I'd just like to take a moment to wish err'one Happy Holidays and what not >w< Whatever your plans are for the Crimble break, rock it out like never before <3
Anyway, I figure it'd be nice for a little, tiny-sized, holiday-ish RP to happen while everyone's sort of lying low for a bit :> Enjoy~
Bullworth looked like a completely different place when winter came around, when a thick blanket of snow would cover the dirty streets and run down buildings of the town. It almost looked like one of those cliched postcards you'd give to your aunts on Christmas, it looked like a completely different place.
Some of the local children could be seen playing in the streets, having snowball fights and building snowmen. Older residents were too busy shoveling snow out of the driveway or even trying their hardest to not slip on the icy sidewalks. Typical snow day, really. Christmas was coming up soon, and already decorations were being put up and items on shopping lists were crossed out.
While the snow had been falling at a pretty steady pace, some schools had closed early due to the break coming up, others didn't want to deal with restless children at the end of the year. Bullworth, however, kept it's institution running. Noses weren't going to kept clean if they were let out early, right?
Students were dressed in their winter's best. Coats and scarves and tights and boots.
And in the case of Jimmy Hopkins, another embarrassingly ugly knitted sweater. From his mother. He wore a bitter frown on his face, his last ugly sweater had been stolen, and he would've went out and bought himself a nicer one (or convince Gord to give him one), had it not been the fact that a particularly good-looking Christy Martin offhandedly mentioned liking boys in ugly-cute sweaters.
Besides, it was warmer and less itchy than that Aquaberry stuff.
"It's not so bad, Jimmy!" Petey tried to cheer up his friend, wearing a nervous smile, "I mean, I think it looks good, matches your eyes you know?"
"You're not helping, Pete."
"I know, I'm sorry."
x x x x
While some students looked forward to winter, there were a few choice individuals at Bullworth to loathed it. Namely, a one Chaplin Mano. He never quite got used to the cold weather this side of the United States, he was so much more used to rain and sunshine. Winter was a completely foreign concept to him altogether. His friends could empathize a little, somewhat. But they figured he'd get used to by now.
Another loud, heavy sneeze. Chaplin almost missed hitting his forehead on his own locker door by a quarter of an inch. Had he been a little unlucky, that totes wouldn't be cool, brah. While most students got away with sweaters and scarves in door, the Hawaiian took it a step further; wearing two of the thicket shirts he owned and his varsity jacket all buttoned up. There was probably a scarf tucked in there under all that too.
"Aww, c'mon man," Bo tried, "Look, I don't think that school's gonna be open for long anyway."
"Yeah," Casey helped, "I mean, my old man told me that snow was piling up crazy on our side of the town. I can feel that break coming up man, I just know it."
"Thanks, brah," Chaplin said with a sniffle, "But school ain't closed and I ain't warm."
"It'll get better."
x x x x
"What in the hell d'ya got there?" Peanut eyed Vance staring a little too fixedly at a crumpled piece of paper in his hands, "What? Is it the latest centerfold from the hair care catalogue, man?"
The other greasers giggled, even quiet Tony let out an airy laugh here and there.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah, laugh it up," the shorter greaser ignored his friends' teases, "But man, when you see me on stage, with chicks on each side of my arm," he held out his limbs as though two buxom cheerleaders were hanging off them, "You're all gonna be laughing at yer'selves."
"Stage? When the hell were you into that Broadway shit?" Norton said, lighting up a cigarette, "You don't seem the type."
"Since Ms. Phillips asked me to," Vance said smugly, "She said I had talent and I said I'd do it."
Tony gave his friend a rather questioning look, "I think'a you crazy."
"Yeah well, I think'a you're crazy fer not joinin'." The small greaser folded his arms, looking all sorts of pleased with himself as he looked at his burnt friend, "I hear that Amy chick's helping out for the Christmas pageant too."
Tony's cigarette fell from his fingers. "A... Amy?"
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Post by professorpineapple on Dec 24, 2011 16:43:48 GMT -5
Winter was Amy Gonzalez's favorite season, hands down. She loved those mornings when she'd wake up to a world of fresh, white snow, and step outside to watch her breath come out in fog. When everything was clean and twinkled with electric lights, and cafes sold hot coco with fat marshmallows. Though she'd never admit it, Amy preferred sweaters and scarves and earmuffs to short skirts and low-cut tops. Wintertime was such a cozy time for Amy. She felt so relaxed, even with their first-quarter finals quickly approaching. And, of course, the Christmas pageant.
This would be Amy's third consecutive year as a costume designer for the Bullworth Christmas pageant. The latina girl never really thought of herself as a creative person, but she needed something to do after cheer practice ended for the year, and she'd always found sewing to be quite soothing. Besides, the pageant was run by Ms. Philips and Ms. Peters, her favorite teachers. Things were always more exciting when they were involved - but, a fun kind of exciting, not the typical Bullworth exciting.
As soon as classes let out for the day, Amy was at her folding chair backstage, sorting through a box of cheap fabric. At this early stage in production, most of the parts had yet to be cast, so she'd have to wait a while before she could sew anything. Still, she had all of the gowns and nutcracker uniforms in mind (it was always nutcrackers, for some reason.) and figured she may as well get everything ready. And, secretly, she found this work to be more exciting than gossiping with the girls.
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"Dude. You look like a traffic light."
Stevie looked down at his sweater. The little lights twinkled on the stitched-in Christmas tree. "I guess."
"Can you turn that off?" asked Tom.
"I can," said Stevie. "But I'm not going to."
Tom sighed and glanced around, noticed the other kids staring as they walked by. Part of him seriously considered just avoiding Stevie altogether until the holidays were over - it was embarrassing to be seen with him. This was not the first time someone felt this way about the little bully.
"Man, you are such a dweeb," the tall brunette said, and shook his head.
"You're just jealous."
Tom just stared at him.
They were leaned against a wall on the side of the school, trying (and failing) to look cool. There was little else to do, really. This was the time of year when they lost Troy and Russell to common colds, Wade preferred to sulk around the dorms, and Trent would throw himself into the Christmas pageant. Wintertime was a harsh time for the bullies, but they'd stick through it, somehow.
A certain effeminate blonde went by then, without his usual fashionable companion (Gord having joined Amy in the costume design department). Even under heavy winter clothes, Stevie only knew one boy who had hips like that.
Stooping down, the tanned boy hastily threw together a snowball, and chucked it at the back of that pretty, blonde head. It exploded into white powder, and the preppy boy gave a startled yelp. Tom laughed, crouched down to gather a snowball of his own. Maybe this wouldn't be such a boring day, after all.
((Blargh post is blargh. I just miss Stevie and Terrance's bickering.))
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Post by UnknownTerritory on Dec 24, 2011 19:30:28 GMT -5
Terrance yelped loudly when the snow ball hit the back of his head, eyes going wide at the sudden cold that swam over his whole body and made him shudder. Terrance liked winter, with Christmas and gifts and snow and gifts and snow. The only down side was the fucking cold, but at least he got to wear his fashionable winter clothing.
And Gord was rarely at his side. Although Terrance didn't know whether to consider that a good thing, or a bad thing.
Spinning around, he got another snowball to his face, and the smaller preppie stumbled backwards, tripped and fell into the snow.
Batting the snow off of his face (cheeks, nose, and chin red from the cold), he squinted up at his attackers. The ugly flickering sweater was the first thing he noticed.
How bloody unfashionable, He thought, He's actually walking around in tha--
"Walk much?!" The taller one laughed.
Oh.
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Tony sighed as he was huddled away in the auto shop, watching Lola prance around, talking to Johnny about what he was getting her for Christmas, bitching about other girls, the common thing with that skimpy girl.
Tony hated winter, much like he hated Lola. The heavy clothing itched. He didn't much mind the cold, no, but catching a cold wasn't a Tony thing to do. Plus, his mother always made sure he was bundled up. He never understood why. All he knew was that the red turtle neck he wore itched all over-- his back, his neck, his chest, his arms. Tony couldn't take his mind off it.
He much preferred summer. He could sit at home in nothing but a pair of boxers. Normally his mother would bitch about being so indecent, but she gave an exception to Tony.
Taking a drag from his newly lit cigarette (he always smoked more in winter. Always.), his mind wandered. Between the unbearable itching to whether he should join that pageant or not.
No, Tony refused to act. He didn't like it and he sounded like a robot-- the only part he would be good enough to play is a robot... with an Italian accent. Tony didn't know of any robots with an Italian accent.
But he was a handy guy, he could help out backstage, with all those props and.... other stuff. He didn't know, he never went to a play. They bored him.
Yeah, that could work. He'd talk to Vance about it. When he wasn't being all weird and pirate-y. He never really did understand the redhead.
((Tony hates clothes guys askj;d))
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Post by violentlittlesister on Dec 24, 2011 20:57:24 GMT -5
Kisaragi really hated winter.
As much as she was all 'Grumps R Us', she obviously preferred the warm sun on the back of her head and arms (although her hair kind of burned from the warmth it absorbed from the sun).
Wearing a dark grey turtle neck, and a rather thin, navy coat - she began to trudge down the stairs of the Girls Dorms entrance.
She supposed the up-side of Christmas included... gifts and snow (along with the fun shit you can do with that snow), but she didn't really feel like playing around like a child in the icy veil of ivory.
The lavender, knit scarf that was wrapped around her scrawny throat didn't give much warmth to the silver-tongued, dark-haired girl.
The cold reminded her too much of how "Christmas" was between her and the family. They'd go to a party, full of artificial smiling and a handful of being 'thankful'. Lies.
But really, Kisaragi was really too full of herself sometimes, feeling too sorry for herself. She chided herself harshly, and she trudged to the white that became a large, suffocating blanket on top of Bullworth.
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Post by cheshacatt on Dec 24, 2011 21:36:13 GMT -5
"I mean, the focus on material wealth makes me want to puke. It's not like anybody cares about anyone enough to even think about what the gifts mean. Christmas is a fake concept. Do you get what I mean?"
For the past several minutes, Judith had been roped into listening to Constantinos whine about why he hated Christmas and everything to do with it due to not having left quickly enough when he began ranting. Assuming the question signalled the end, she switched back on.
"Look, Const, as much as I... wish to sympathise, you're kinda talking to the wrong person." She shrugged. "The 25th on its own doesn't mean a whole lot to me. It does mean Chinese food but otherwise, nada."
Clearly angry that his edgy observations had been a little lost, Constantinos left abruptly, probably to kick snowmen or shout at excited kids. Judith chuckled. That got him to go away nice and quickly.
As she looked over the blanket of snow that covered Bullworth, Judith let herself ponder over how winter wasn't a bad season. Sure, it was a bit problematic due to the fact that she owned no full pairs of trousers, but it was nothing that leggings and nice thick socks couldn't fix. Of course there were her differences in faith to her friends, quite a lot more exaggerated now she was away from her family, but she was determined to enjoy the lovely frosty weather no less; maybe she'd take in a movie and order take-out with her aunt. Whatever happened, the sky was clear, the air was fresh and cold and Judith was loving this.
Donuts were definitely in order soon, however.
((Eileen's coming later as I have to sleep. Happy festive-ness everyone!))
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Post by Memai on Dec 27, 2011 4:34:47 GMT -5
'Winter is amazing,' Roxy thought to herself as she admired her reflection. Getting ready for the day, she squealed with girlish excitement at the new coats and woolly, knitted dresses her dear old mum had gone through the trouble of getting her.
Roxy always knew she dressed a little plain, she never liked sticking out of the crowd too much, but oh, she always thought she looked so much better in a well-fitted coat and an extra cozy scarf.
It wasn't a terribly outlandish outfit, at least not as strange and colorful as the things REL would parade around in. She wore a plain, navy blue dress, extra thick black leggings, flat boots, a little cap and a leather jacket with the Bullworth crest pinned proudly over her heart.
Adjusting the gray scarf around her neck, she took in the cold winter air the minute it hit the skin on her face. There was something so refreshing about snow, she thought of it as cleaning the world. Like soap suds before they rinsed off.
She could see a few miserable grinches, notably, Constantinos. He was always grumpy all year, but during the holiday seasons, especially the bigger, more popular ones, there wasn't a day that went by where no one was subjected to his inane rants about commercialized holidays.
Frankly, Roxy quite liked the gift-giving aspect of it. She had already made a Christmas list months in advance for her friends, the look on their faces was justification enough for the little blonde that it would be well worth it.
Speaking of friends...
"Judy!" Roxy called out, running over and near tripping over her new boots, "Judy! Hello!"
The taller girl turned around, smiling, widely, "Whoa, hey there tiger," she caught her smaller friend who almost slipped, "Good to see you too."
"Isn't it wonderful? A proper blanket of snow, goodness," Roxy laughed, "London is just full of that awful sleet and ice, nothing proper like this," she said, picking up handfuls of thick, fluffy snow in her hand, "THIS is how the holidays ought to look like."
Judith shook her head, smiling, "You're too precious, Rox," she patted her friend's head, "And much better company than Const over there," they both looked over to the boy, who had already roped in a very confused Eunice as an audience to his rants.
"Anyway, what's up?" Judith began, idly shuffling the snow below her boots, "Classes haven't started yet for me. Not for a little while anyway."
"Likewise, I was thinking of heading out and grabbing breakfast. Mandy's started another cat fight in the cafeteria, and frankly, I'd like no part in it."
"Donuts and coffee sound alright, doll?"
"More than alright, love."
x x x
Petey actually didn't mind winter, he thought it was the perfect season where he could have proper Petey-time to himself. Students would often leave home for the winter break, a good majority of them would be down with a cold, and most everyone seemed to all around pick on him less during winter.
But ever since he had been made head boy, he had one tiny annoyance added into what would have otherwise been, an uneventful Christmas.
There wasn't a day within the past week, that went by without Peter Kowalski getting shoved around in the hallways being downright interrogated about if the school was closing early and how long the winter break was going to be.
A lot of the students assumed he had some sort of direct control over these things, he always told them that he was merely a representative, he had no real clue when anything was done in the school. Oh, sure, he got little notes and letters, but when on Earth could anyone predict when the school would close down?
So he hid in the boy's common room, trying to beat each of his highscores on the wearing arcade machines (which were slowly dominating the list).
x x x
Miss Peters stepped out into the busy hallways, with a stack of paper in hand and a tune on her lips. She always loved putting together the annual Christmas pageants, there was always something so... so magical about them. Of course, the praise from the upper management was just the icing on the cake.
On every inch of wall and bulletin board she could find, she stapled sign up sheets for the upcoming pageant.
Work was to be done, actors were needed for the plays, stage-help was needed to carry and manage props and artists and musicians needed to tie all of it together.
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Post by professorpineapple on Dec 27, 2011 5:12:56 GMT -5
((Roxy, why so cute? I need a pocket-Roxy. Will post first thing tomorrow~))
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Post by hcatm42 on Jan 10, 2012 17:46:29 GMT -5
When Clarissa stepped from the dark warm halls of the Girl's Dorm, her eyes were blinded by the sight of bright white snow. She squinted through her large glasses at the snowy scene before her.
"Dreat. Just dreat." The little nerd managed through her stuffy nose. It seemed like every winter, the underclassmen was the very first to catch whatever would be going around. Even before she came to Bullworth, Clarie was the first to catch the flu or a cold or anything really.
But did she let a cold keep her in bed? Of course not.
The frizzy blond had forced herself from the warm covers of her bed and into the cold. Getting ready had taken twice as long as normal, but here she was, braving the cold and slippery winter world.
With her backpack on and a box of tissues in one hand, Clarie set out across the snow towards the main building and her first class. The snow crunched beneath her boots and her breath made clouds.
Despite getting sick, the girl rather enjoyed winter. Everything was so pretty. There was Christmas lights on houses, fresh fallen snow, wrapping paper, gingerbread, Christmas carols... mistletoe. Clarissa loves just about everything about this time of year.
As she approached the main school building, the small nerd heard a loud yelp. The sudden noise in the frosty air startled the timid girl and she turned in time to see a snow ball hit a blond boy, causing him to fall backwards into a pile of snow. A ways away, a pair of boys laughing and pointing.
How rude. Clarie considered helping the boy to his feet, but her overly timid nature prevented her from taking the idea seriously. To help this person, she would have to walk over there and socially interact with him. Not to mention the act of kindness would surely land make the cackling boys turn on her too.
Finally, the nerd girl realized she was just standing there, staring. Blinking rapidly, she turned and began walking towards the school once more.
((Sorry for the short and crappy post =< ))
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Post by theaterdude45 on Feb 9, 2012 17:47:56 GMT -5
Jacob was in a very good mood today, maybe it was because of the warm feelings that came with seeing all the decorations and the kids playing, Maybe it was the fact that he didn't have to spend it with his dad, or perhaps it was because he was surrounded in a winter wonderland. A rare occurence where he was from. He didn't know, but it felt good either way.
"It's the most...wonderful time of the year." He muttered under his breathe as he walked back through the gates of Bullworth, completing his jog for the morning. Jake wasn't dressed in his usual garb, not seeing the need to since business was rather slow this time of year. Instead of his multiple pocket coat, he was wearing a simple grey hoodie with the words Bullworth strewn across his chest along with a pair of denim blue jeans and black cotton gloves. His hair wasn't tied into it's usual knot, instead he chose to let it be free to help keep his head warm.
Yes, he was in a good mood. So much so that when he spotted one of the bullies throwing a snow ball at a smaller preppie, he decided to step in and help. He walked up to the small prep and held out a hand for him to grab.
"You okay?"
Terrence nodded, reaching out to clasp Jake's hand and pulled himself up. "I'll be fine, my eyes however are another matter if I have to keep looking at that dreadful sweater."
Jake couldn't help but chuckle. "Agreed, it could use a little more...white." His eyes trained on the bully with the ridiculous sweater as he kneeled down to grab a handful of snow. His nimble fingers needing only a few seconds to make it spherical. The bullies faced each other, commenting on the little preppie again and Jacob to the chance to prepare the pitch.
"Hey Twinkles." Stevie turned his head in time to catch a snowball to the face, letting out a small yelp at the cold before his hands rubbed away at the wet snow before glaring towards Jacob.
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Poor Eunice, she should've known better than to stop and chat with Constantinos, The boy was once again ranting about Christmas, the guy had some issues. This much she knew. "So you see, Christmas is nothing more than a way fro Companies to make a quick buck, They-" Salvation for Eunice had come in the form of a snowball, plowing itself straight into Constantinos face, and a loud yell pierced the air.
"SNOWBALL FIGHT!!"
The air was suddenly bombarded with snow balls, students that had gathered in front of the school had joined in after the yell. Resulting in a huge battle of snow between friends, enemies, and various cliques that happened to be around at the time. In the center of it all was Jacob, a huge grin on his face as he bobbed and weaved through various snow balls that he could see, even when he was hit he was still smiling. Yes, it was a good day indeed.
[It's been awhile, so forgive me for any mistakes. I'm just so excited to be able to rp again and hopefully my posts will get better and longer over time.]
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Post by professorpineapple on Mar 19, 2012 5:58:26 GMT -5
(("I'll post first thing tomorrow morning!" Or, you know, three months later. Same diff.))
Stevie's long nose got the blunt of the attack, and the cold sucked the feeling right out of his face. It took him a few minutes to realize that he was smiling, as he ducked behind Tom to ready up another snowball. The shouts rang out through the icy wind, and it became hard to tell the startled yelps from the excited laughter. Some innocent bystanders ran for cover, but even more appeared to take to the front lines of this sudden snowball battle. One of the arguably less charming aspects of a Bullworth winter - the way the streets could go from winter wonderland to warzone in the blink of an eye.
"WHAT'S GOING ON OUT HERE!? GET TO CLASS!"
The heavy, authoritarian voice was like an off switch - shenanigans over, everybody run. In an instant, the students scattered, and the Prefects charged through the crowd. Tom clapped Stevie on the shoulder, a wordless goodbye, and bolted. It all happened so unexpectedly that the tanned boy startled, dropped his snowball in surprise. Then, seemingly out of nowhere, he met the gaze of one hulking, blonde senior.
"Stop that, evildoer!" Seth Kolbe shouted, and though Stevie had yet to process just what was happening, he turned on heel and ran.
It was more instinct than anything else - even in his panic, Stevie knew that he couldn't outrun the Prefect. He was barely five feet tall, compared to the other boy's near six, and hadn't seen the inside of the gym all school year. The chain-smoking certainly didn't help the boy's case. By the time he'd thrown himself into the back door of the main school building, Stevie had already begun wheezing.
Normally, that was when Seth would give up on chasing punk kids. He couldn't be arsed to follow them inside for something as simple as truency. But something about that bug-eyed kid's light-up sweater just made Seth feel particularly abusive that day. He tore into the building after the boy, let out a thunderous war-cry.
Seth wasn't totally sure why he'd done that. He was just caught up in the moment.
Stevie didn't even look back behind him. He just ran, sweater flickering red and green and yellow, clutching his chest as though to keep from coughing out his lungs.
"ShitshitshitshitFUCK!"
Ah, good, Seth thought with a predatory smirk, Now I can book him for bad language.
Now, with a legitimate reason for catching the little twerp, Seth looked forward to the upcoming beatdown.
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Post by hcatm42 on Apr 12, 2012 23:58:33 GMT -5
One second Clarie was walking towards the building, minding her own business, the next snowballs were whizzing around like someone had just shook the snow globe that was the world.
As quickly as her boots would take her, the little nerd ran for cover behind the stairs. But just as she was about to reach safety, Clarissa was hit by a snowball to the back of the head. The force and ice below her feet yet the frizzy haired girl to the snow covered ground.
After a moment, Clarie pulled herself into a kneeling position, wiping the snow from her hair and snot from her nose.
'Why even bother hitting me?' The sick girl exclaimed in her head. "I was not even bothering anyone." She scanned the ground for her box of tissues. They sat a little ways away, unharmed.
'At least I still have those.' She remarked, trying to stay positive. It is the Christmas season after all.
(Me and my short little posts! =< )
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Post by theaterdude45 on Apr 16, 2012 17:00:43 GMT -5
Jake was busy chucking away snowball after snowball at any poor student in his line of sight. He never missed a beat when it involved epic battles. He had just gotten to the top of the stairs, preparing to make more snowballs when that pesky voice of authority decided to interrupt his fun.
“WHAT’S GOING ON OUT HERE!? GET TO CLASS!”
The students started to scatter like flies, the Prefects charging in to capture any evil-doer they could. Jake was about to join the rest of the students, but something caught his eye. A fellow student, a girl from the looks of her, was sitting in a kneeling position. Naturally, he just couldn’t leave without knowing what was wrong and if he could help…he couldn’t, especially when she looked so…. He looked back, noticing the prefects were busy, one of which was chasing down the bully with the light-up sweater.
’Guess he’ll think twice before wearing that thing again.’
He turned back towards the girl and walked over to her and kneeled down to her level “Uhh, hey there. She lifted her head up, and he couldn’t help but notice her eyes, they were…really really big green-sea eyes. The glasses she wore made them look huge! He also noticed that her nose was red, obviously a cold. Before he could see anymore, she had looked away from him. Refusing to meet his gaze, perhaps out of shyness? He scratched at the back of his hoodie, trying to think of something to say.
“I-ahem- noticed you were sitting there and-“ He paused as he noticed the box of tissues that were laying to the side, and he reached out to grab them before handing them out to her. “I’m guessing these are yours? Yeah, those colds can get pretty rough.”
The girl nodded in response, she reached out to grab the box of tissues, but before she could even touch them. Jake felt a rough hand clasp his hoodie and pulled him up, dropping the tissues in the snow.
“You Toiletstain! What did you do to this poor girl?” Max MacTavish yelled, as one of the prefects he believed in authority, and the law. So noticing Jake, a person whose reputation put him against the order of this school, really grinded his gears.
“Nothing, I was just trying to help her out!”Jake responded, a little more than irritated at the rough handling. He also felt something rather hard pressing against his thigh and he remembered a rumor he had heard. ’I hope that’s just a baton in his pocket or I’m in real trouble…
“Liar! I’m taking you to Dr. Crabblesnitch right now!"
“I’m not lying! Just ask her.”
He pointed towards the girl, Max stopped and turned toward the girl. Clearing his throat, he presented Jake to her and spoke with authority, almost like a policeman. “Miss, did this little snotbag do anything to upset you? Perhaps see him break a school rule or two?”
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Post by Bubonic Plague on Apr 19, 2012 12:44:06 GMT -5
((I really don't know if this could be accepted or not. It is very similar to Jimmy's Christmas mission.))
Mikhaila sat at her desk, gaping at her test paper for English. A big fat F written in red pen ink was marked at the corner. She couldn't believe it. After studying so hard with Amy and Juri, this is what she got. Mikhaila knew that she didn't deserve it, but then she thought back on it and realized her guilt. She wasn't studying as much as she was suppose to be. She was "busy" with other things such as observing Juri's handsome face and listening to his voice. She didn't even hear the words he was teaching her come out of his mouth, and became easily dazed. She was also noticing how Amy was always yawning, for she became quite bored with the studying. However, she still couldn't get over the fact that she failed the test.
Not fair! I've only been here for some time. It isn't right to give out-of-country students such hard tests!
She moaned and slammed her head on the wooden surface. Mr. Galloway was erasing the chalkboard from the lesson that they had from today.
"You know, " he began to speak, "I think you could have done better."
Mikhaila nodded her head slightly, knowing that she wouldn't have done any good. She didn't study, and that was the truth.
She walked out of the classroom with her hands in her coat pockets. Ms. Peters was taping flyers on the wall for the school Christmas pageant, humming to herself. She then turned around and noticed Mikhaila on sight, and with a cheery smile, stopped her in the hall.
“Mikhaila, Mikhaila, Mi-khai-laa!” she sung in a musical tone of voice. “Oh, I just can't wait for this year's pageant!”
“Eh...” Mikhaila was a bit curious. “Pageant?”
“Yes,” Ms. Peters answered, “, it's one of our biggest events for the year! Parents come from all over to see their children perform on stage for the Nutcracker.”
Nutcracker? Mikhaila hated the Nutcracker more than anything next to Swan Lake. She hated their cheesy costumes that made them look like sweet candies of all sorts. Then there was the sugar-plum fairy which was the character she despised the most, dancing in her her frilly tutu. She hated it all.
“Also,” Ms. Peters mentioned, “I've been trying to get to you, but I was just too busy talking to the costume designers. Your aunt requested that you be in the pageant.”
“What!?” Mikhaila shouted.
“She wants you to play as the sugar-plum fairy,” Ms. Peters said delightfully. "She told me all about how you've danced ballet before."
Very annoyed, Mikhaila began to walk away, but Ms. Peters stopped her. “Where are you going?”
“Me?” Mikhaila looked over her shoulder. “I am not acting as fairy for Christmas. Nyet, no! Not happening.”
“Oh really?” the music teacher put her hands on her hips “Because you don't have a choice whether or not you participate. I'm making this mandatory!”
Mikhaila stopped and turned to Ms. Peters. “Mandatory?”
“Mmhmm.” Ms. Peters nodded her head. “The student that was suppose to carry on as the sugar-plum fairy will be gone for the holidays, and I have no one else who would be willing to do this.”
Mikhaila couldn't believe her ears. She was being forced by both her Aunt Yekateirna and the music teacher to be in a ridiculous event. She didn't feel like participating, and she hated the fact that her Aunt Yekateirna mentioned how she used to be in ballet, but that was when she was 13 and decided to quit. She couldn't take the stiffness, and the art of being graceful. However, some skills came to use when she performed in front of common people the traditional dance. That was better than wearing ballet slippers, ribbons and puffy tutus.
“No can do! I am not playing as stupid fairy.” Mikhaila had her arms crossed.
“Well then!” Ms. Peters' voice became sassy. “I guess you can forget about that A and stick with an F in my class.”
F? What F?
Then, Mikhaila remembered that she was getting bad grades in most of her classes, even her Music class. She wasn't able to read the the music notes. She couldn't afford to have another failing class. This meant that this was a chance for her to get them back up partially.
Mikhaila clasped her face with her hands, running her fingers over her sides and turned around, swearing in Russian. She couldn't believe she was doing this.
She bowed her head and agreed to the offer. “Okay... I will dance for the Christmas pageant.”
The expression on the music teacher's face brightened. “Terrific! I want you to meet me in the auditorium tomorrow at 5:00 pm. We need to get the costume fitted on you. See you then!”
Ms. Peters continued posting up the flyers for the pageant.
Mikhaila pushed the door from the exit. She stepped outside and a flurry of snowflakes came down from the white sky.
She was ashamed of herself. Never in all her life had she subjected to something so humiliating, but at least she was getting a good deal. Now that she heard about Aunt Yekateirna being involved, that meant that Uncle Rodion and all of her cousins would be in town. It made her shutter just to think about Kirill. He'd probably punch her in the head once he would arrive. She could remember that curling grimace on his face he made when he had the opportunity to pick on her. Viktor and Stasik would probably follow along after him, but then there was Nikolai. Oh, how Nikolai was so sweet. He wouldn't dare lay a finger on her. It made her smile as she thought of him. Perhaps it wouldn't be bad if she avoided Kirill by staying out of his way, and hopefully he wouldn't be physical with her.
She whistled to herself as she strolled in the snow. Flakes were landing on her eyelashes and brushing past her cheeks. She could out-take Kirill if she wanted to. It didn't matter how scared she would be, Mikhaila would show no signs of weakness.
Never-the-less, she enjoyed the winter. This was the time that goddess, Marzanna, killed off Jarillo. It was a celebration to be made back at home, which was something Mikhaila would miss out on. Christmas was really big back at home. It was one of the most popular holidays. She would be missing out on the day Russia would be bright for 24 hours, the time for new years on January 1st which would be her birthday, and Christmas on January 7th.
Mikhaila sighed as she passed the parking lot where a bunch of students scattered due to a prefect, but she didn't seem to care about what was happening around her at the moment.
((Alright, I'm going to ask this now. Are there any Whoa Whoa Whoa's, D:/ , you need to fix this kid, or anything I need to back up? Do I redo the whole thing? I know I kinda ripped off Jimmy from the game when he did this sorta thing, and I don't know if I should be doing something different. I'm just trying to swing around my OC. Just tell me if this was the biggest mistake I've made. I just don't know. I wasn't out of character with Ms. Peters, was I?))
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Post by Memai on Apr 19, 2012 20:21:29 GMT -5
(( You made some spelling mistakes ;> It's 'shudder', not 'shutter'. It doesn't hurt to check the meaning of words before using them in context :> ))
Chaplin sighed, he wasn't sure what had happened on that last test, but he knew he was as good as off the teams when he saw the big red 'C' all over his paper.
He tried really hard for that essay too. Coach had made him promise to keep up his grades around B's and A's, a feat that was damned near impossible.
At least to him. He half-thought of intimidating some poor nerd into doing his assignment, but it wasn't even in him anymore.
"Do not worry my friend," Juri patted his friend on the back, "Galloway gives re-take tests, yes?"
"I know brah, I already asked him. But if I don't pass that one, I might as well get off'a the team."
"Relax. Maybe if you talk to him?"
"Yeah, maybe." Chaplin wore a terrible frown and it seemed that not even the cheery atmosphere Christmas brought around was enough to change it. Normally he looked forward to the winter break, his family would often go back to the islands to escape the cold.
But not even the prospect of warm sand beneath his feet could take him out of this, though he appreciated his friend for trying to cheer him up. That always meant a lot. So he tried to move onto other topics, didn't need to depress himself anymore than he had to.
It was then Mikhaila passed them by, looking gloomy and lifeless as usual. Chaplin suppress a giggle, Juri shuddered.
"Your girlfriend still following you around, brah?"
Juri furrowed his brow, frustrated that his friends insisted on the joke, "I told you many times, my friend, she is not my girlfriend." He folded his arms over his chest, "I do not even know why she follows me sometimes."
"Brah she keeps starin' at you. Island-side we call that a 'crush'." Chaplin leaned against the walls of the hallway, relieved some lighthearted conversation flowed between the two again, "What you went do to make her so loco for you, brah?"
Juri shook his head, then shrugged, "I was being nice. No reason to be angry at girl who is from my country. I was hoping she'd bring some salo sandwiches for me. Hard to find here, only in New York could we find it."
"What brah? You wanted free eats?"
"Do not judge me, if you were in my situation you would feel same way too."
"I know brah, I know."
Just then an obnoxious set of blinking lights set against itchy wool and heavy feet came by in the form of Stevie Stapleton. "Whaddup my foreign brothers, what's the haps?"
Juri massaged his temples, how anyone can stand to be around this... this slaboumnyĭ is beyond him. Even he couldn't fathom why Chaplin and him got so close so quickly, it was like an unholy brotherhood of stupidity wrapped around a blanket of improbability.
"The haps, brah, is that I think Juri got a kine problem," Chaplin snickered, "A wife problem."
"Ooh, did he mail her over?"
Juri smacked his forehead.
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Delilah was sure Emil had to be around here somewhere. It had been happening more often now, these escape plans her brother plotted. He seemed to favor this rathole of a school, Bullworth Academy, though for what reason, Delilah couldn't understand.
Will had enough pull with the prefects at Bullworth that anyone who was on good terms with him, got preferential treatment. Though Seth did warn her that he wouldn't be afraid to call the police if she tried any 'crazy' stuff.
Not that she wanted to. She just wanted to look for her brother, and would leave in a civilized fashion should he not be found. Though she did carry a pack of pills and tranquilizers, as per Silverberg's request.
"Just in case," he said, handing over a small leather case with small, deadly syringes. She took them, the thought of drugging her brother made her stomach flip, but it was the only way to even get him to cooperate sometimes.
"Ach, dummkopf, you are making my life difficult," she cussed, kicking up a flurry of snow with her boots, nicking the front part. She frowned, these were new, she saved up her allowance money for these.
Oh well.
She scanned the area, finding small amusement at the frightened looks the other schoolchildren gave her. She didn't hide her affiliations, didn't hide the gray uniform under the heavy, military coat. Didn't hide the G9 pin worn proudly over her heart.
It was then, Delilah saw a lonely figure-- Mikhaila.
Must be new, she thought, She's alone, possibly without any friends. May have noticed something these other superficial children did not. Like my brother. He's impossible to miss. Looks like the type to sulk in shadows.
She approached Mikhaila, "Guten tag, meine freund. I was wondering if you had seen someone in this school."
Delilah quirked an eyebrow when she noticed Mikhaila's horror-struck look, "Was? Was ist... is something the matter?"
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Post by Bubonic Plague on Apr 19, 2012 21:35:21 GMT -5
((Memai, the post with Juri was just too funny! The meet-up with Delilah should be interesting. C: ))
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