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Post by hcatm42 on Apr 22, 2012 11:18:01 GMT -5
Clarissa was assessing the damage from the fall (a scraped knee and dirty hands) when suddenly someone was knelling beside her. Immediately, her nerves were set on edge. Surely this was some bully coming to make her day all the worse.
"Uhh, hey there." He said, tilting the nerd girl's head up. The stranger was a boy Clarie had seen around the school once or twice, usually sneaking up to or running away from something. Now he was staring at her. Did she have something on her glasses?
Blinking over and over, Clarie dropped her head again. Nervousness was overtaking her and she tensed up. What was she supposed to say? What did this boy want anyway? Shouldn't people have gotten it by now that she never had any money on her?
“I-ahem- noticed you were sitting there and-" The boy seemed to have caught on that she was more than just shy. There was a momentary pause before he continued, picking up her box of tissues. "I’m guessing these are yours? Yeah, those colds can get pretty rough." He offered them out to her.
When no words would come, Clarie just nodded, reaching out to take back her tissues. The tan boy didn't seem to have any bad intentions or motives, which was a pleasant change, especially since it was around Christmas. But before she could grab them, the boy was suddenly jerked upward, making the timid underclassmen jump.
A prefect had a hold of her savior by the by the back of his hoodie. “You Toiletstain! What did you do to this poor girl?”
“Nothing, I was just trying to help her out!” The boy shouted back.
“Liar! I’m taking you to Dr. Crabblesnitch right now!" Max replied, not loosing his grip.
“I’m not lying!" He protested, pointing at Clarissa. "Just ask her.”
The timid nerd had been watching the exchange like a tennis match. Suddenly, all eyes were on her.
“Miss, did this little snotbag do anything to upset you? Perhaps see him break a school rule or two?”
A look one might see on a deer in headlights struck the girl. She really just wanted to grab her tissues and hurry away from the intimidating prefect, but the boy was trying to help her and she couldn't just let him get hauled away to Dr. Crabblesnitch.
Vigorously, the girl shook her head. "NosirhewasjustbeingagoodSamaritan." The words came out as one giant word. On top of that, they were barely audible.
Mac looked curiously at the girl. "What was that?"
The underclassmen took a deep breath and tried again. "No sir. He was just being a good Samaritan."
The prefect looked from the dirtbag in his hand to the obviously frightened girl on the sidewalk below. "Are you sure miss? He isn't just making you say that?"
Again, Clarie shook her head.
With a frustrated look, he reluctantly released the evildoer. "You're off the hook this time, smearwipe." With that, the prefect turned and ran off to catch some other snowball throwing punk.
Clarissa let out a sigh. The girl was always glad to see a prefect, but did they have to be so scary themselves?
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Post by Big Choda on Apr 23, 2012 13:38:12 GMT -5
Nearly ever since he arrived to the school, Jermaine wondered if he could take down a Prefect. Sure, they were older and bigger, but he himself was no weakling. It turned out he couldn't. Arriving a minute or two late to the snowball battle, Jermaine managed to hit the faces of just a few students before he was grabbed by the collar by Karl Branting, the smallest, but not any less mean Prefect.
"I got you, you little evildoer!"
"C'mon, man, what's your problem?"
Jermaine realized that fighting back is a bad idea; it wouldn't work, plus it would anger the already annoyed Prefect. Karl took him all the way to Crabblesnitch's office, where he knocked on the door.
"Come in!", said the principal. Karl opened the door and pushed Jermaine in. "It's you Karl. You may go boy, I'll take it from here. Now, who do we have here? What have you done this time, Mr. Daniels? Threw a firecracker in a toilet? Beat up a younger student? I must say, I'm not particularly impressed by your behavior here."
"C'mon sir"said Jermaine."It was just a harmless snowball fight! Kids do that!"
"Perhaps that's true but this is your third offense in as many days, boy. I want you to talk to Seth and serve your detention."
Jermaine sighed and walked out of the office. The last thing he needed today was time spent on shoveling the snow off the Harrington House lawn.
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Post by professorpineapple on Apr 23, 2012 21:39:21 GMT -5
(( EDIT;; That works. Just make sure you at least skim through threads before you hop in next time, so none of the details get weird :> ))
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Post by Big Choda on Apr 24, 2012 0:10:37 GMT -5
((Sorry, I didn't pay attention to the previous posts, my bad. I replaced them with Karl, is that ok?))
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Post by Bubonic Plague on Apr 25, 2012 23:16:29 GMT -5
((I'm throwing in a family member, but I don't know if it is acceptable or not to RP as a family member. It's not like they will appear in RPs often. But tell me to redo the whole thing if something is wrong or if I'm being out of character. I think this is the only one where her family members actually show up, but I doubt they'll be talking to anyone on here as much.))
Mikhaila lifted her head from sulking and looked into the eyes of a strange girl with a pale face and dull colored hair tied back. Delilah's stiff gray-green eyes met with Mikhaila's cold, blue eyes within gazing. She already had an uneasy feeling about this mysterious person. Whoever this girl was, she didn't appear to be any of the students she had seen before.
She heard Delilah say something in an unknown language she couldn't understand, and then in English, "I was wondering if you had seen someone in this school."
Mikhaila only stared. Who was this girl?
That was when Delilah quirked an eyebrow, "Was? Was ist... is something the matter?"
Mikhaila's looked over Delilah's shoulder to see a familiar figure. Her pupils dilated and grew as big as a doe's. Her heart was rattling her ribcage.
"Run away!" she shouted at Delilah in panicking English with her heavy accent. "Run before he comes! He is coming!"
Buzz-cut hair, broad facial features and brown eyes, 6' 3" Kirill was heading towards Mikhaila. He was four yards away behind Delilah.
Mikhaila couldn't take it. She let out a blood curdling scream before running away from Delilah. Her boots crunched through the snow as she ran.
Kirill didn't even see Mikhaila, but he did hear a loud scream that set off ringing in his ears.
Probably some annoying little kid or something.
He was in search of his cousin though, and didn't know where all to find her. He asked a few people, but their responses were not enough to find her. He was already beginning to be a little irritated.
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Post by Memai on Apr 26, 2012 20:54:59 GMT -5
Delilah narrowed her eyes when Mikhaila ran away, screaming like she had been shot. To date, that was perhaps the most amusing response to her arrival on Bullworth grounds-- delayed horror, mixed with an onset of horrific realization. Ending on a high note with plenty of screaming and panicked running.
Amusing, but not helpful.
She wished that screaming degenerate could've at least pulled her tiny mind together long enough to answer her question.
Delilah furrowed her brows. It would've been one thing if Emil kept on his uniform, or worn something that would've otherwise identified himself as an outsider. But the last time he was dragged back from Bullworth, he had managed to snag a blue-gold-Bullhorn hoodie.
From who, from where and how were all questions she avoided. But it posed a problem because this now meant he blended in.
And not everyone in this school were particularly attention. Rattle off Emil's physical description (blonde-- it came from a bottle, mind; green eyes, fair skin, about ye tall?) and it'd match a few other students.
Delilah didn't feel like putting together a line-up.
Not today anyway. She was more concerned for her brother's safety.
"Ach!" She grunted, folding her arms and wearing a terrible pout, "Where are you, you stupid little monkey?" She jammed her hands in her coat pocket and made her way to the main building.
It was then a large, burly hand was placed on her shoulder and she stopped in place.
She looked up to the figure who stopped her, scowling.
"Privet, I am here looking for a--"
"I'm sure you are."
She stormed away, angrily, rudely even. But she had a punk of a brother to look for, and wasn't keen on helping anyone else.
Wasn't in her nature to be helpful anyway. Not to boys who looked like gorillas.
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Delilah was almost like a ghost, the way she walked quietly through the busy hallways, how her silent presence left a trail of gasps and disbelief. A lot of students in Bullworth were very much aware that Gentlemen's 9th was a very real, very dangerous thing. Not much was said about the school, aside from the thick, tall concrete walls and big, fancy, spiky wrought iron gates.
Like something out of a horror movie.
She passed from student to student, holding up a small passport sized photo of her brother, asking, "Have you seen this boy?"
And they would shake their heads and shuffle away quickly.
Stevie was completely starstruck.
And began to grow anxious when he saw Delilah making her way over to him.
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Post by Bubonic Plague on Apr 26, 2012 21:02:30 GMT -5
((baaaw, I shoulda' made Mikhaila say something to Delilah. I guess that ends her show for now, but still it lead a different path.))
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Post by professorpineapple on Apr 26, 2012 21:12:16 GMT -5
He saw her approaching from a distance, a tall, pale figure in a long, black coat. The girl practically screamed Gentlemen's Ninth, even as she walked out in the open. As she drew closer, Stevie noticed her long lashes and sharp features. Not only was she an agent, but she was a total babe.
whoa dreeeeeam weeaver~ I believe you can get me through the nii-iiiight
"Excuse me, have you seen zis boy?"
"I'm here to assist you in any way possible, madame."
She raised an eyebrow at the way he saluted, like a soldier ready for battle. A soldier in a light-up Christmas sweater.
((Short because I'm stuck using my phone sorry;; ))
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Post by Memai on Apr 27, 2012 5:04:40 GMT -5
Delilah looked down at the small tanned boy, ignoring the two larger boys behind him. Chaplin, for the most part, had no reason to fear students from Gentlemen's 9th. He had bedded and dated the top of the tops of that particularly vicious student body; someone who was below Will in rank didn't scare him.
Juri did look a little frozen in place, and Stevie looked nothing short of lovestruck.
"Assistance, you say?" Delilah put a finger to her chin thoughtfully, her gray eyes looking over the boy. Ridiculous as he was, he looked like he could be a valuable asset. So she put on her charm, and her patter. It wasn't as good as Emil's, but there's a reason she was a von Schweitzer, "Perhaps you could be of some use for me. After all," she began, "You look quite keen and intuitive."
Of course, her words betrayed the truth. And Stevie's eyes grew impossibly large the more she spoke to him.
"What do you want me to do?"
"This boy," she held out Emil's photo, "Have you seen him?"
Before he could say 'no, but I am a fantastic detective and would gladly track him down', Juri spoke up, "Da, I have seen boy like him. He was with my frie--"
Stevie cut him off by smacking the big, foreign jock on the arm, "Shh!" Stevie turned around to Delilah, irritated no more, and said charmingly, "My Soviet associate here might know something."
Juri and Delilah shared a pained look, Chaplin was laughing it up.
(( Shite post is shite ))
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