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Post by professorpineapple on Mar 24, 2012 20:06:30 GMT -5
The electric lights buzzed softly in the cool air, flickering against the light but steady snowfall. Billy Crane's Travelling Carnival had been operating all through the day, but it wasn't until sunset when the biggest crowds came. Students from the Academy, mostly, released from their classrooms for the weekend, with pocket money to spend and energy to burn. Those who weren't in the mood for the usual rough-and-tumble unchained their bicycles, and migrated toward that glowing beacon by the sea.
Of course, bicycles weren't the best mode of transportation in the middle of February. Not on those icy roads, with mounds of snow hiding potential potholes and road blocks. It was all too easy to lose control of a moving vehicle - bikes, skateboards, and especially cars. Just one misplaced patch of ice could send a truck skidding off into the sidewalk.
"And then what? Then you're picking me off of somebody's grill. No need for body bags, all you'll need is a ziplock."
"Hobbes. Please." Donald was becoming exhasperated with the shorter nerd. "It's, what, five minutes?"
"Just a fraction of a second's all it'd take to---"
"Do you want to ride the bus?"
Elliot Hobbes pursed his lips, hugged his oversized astronomy club sweater closer to himself. At the bike rack outside the school gates, he was being forced to choose his fate. Instant death by head-on collision, or slowly wasting away in a hospital bed, struck down by some disease caught on a crowded city bus. A nasty position to be in. The brunette squinted over the feeble, green frame of Donald's bicycle, weighing him options.
"Just try not to hit anything."
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Jerry gave an annoyed sigh, stomped the butt of his cigarette into the snow. Leaning against the chipped, wooden gate beside him, Duncan gave the taller dropout a questioning look. Henry didn't appear to notice, busying himself in downing a pair of cheap hotdogs.
"What's up?" asked Duncan. He absently rubbed his cold hands together, and stuffed them into the pockets of his black jacket.
"This place is getting awfully crowded, don'tcha think?" Jerry grumbled. His eyes narrowed at a young couple leaving the prize tent, with familiar blue and gold insignas on their teal sweaters.
Duncan followed his gaze, and rolled his shoulders. It wasn't hard to feel a little bitter when he crossed paths with the kids from that lousy place, but the townie wasn't feeling particularly angry then. Maybe it was the atmosphere - the lights and bold colors, the smell of sweet, frying foods in the air. This was a place to have fun, and who was to say that these Academy punks couldn't be a part of that?
Jerry glanced down at his friend, and the boy's devious smirk told him just what he was thinking. That grin found its way to Jerry's round face, and he straightened, turned to the bulky boy who seemed content to just sit and stuff his face. "Henry, come on," said Jerry. "Let's go have some fun."
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The green bicycle slowed to a halt at the carnival gates, where the rest of the Bullworth chess team stood, waiting.
"See?" said Donald. "Told you nothing would happen."
"We were lucky," Hobbes said stiffly. He awkwardly eased himself down off of the bike's handlebars, then straightened his shabby clothes.
Donald rolled his eyes, smiled to the other nerds. "Sorry we're late. Is everyone here?"
He hadn't needed to ask, really - whoever came out with Hobbes was usually the last to arrive, for one reason or another. Cornelius was usually the one to fill that role, but Jimmy had swung by the Observatory at the last minute and whisked him off to some undisclosed location, for undisclosed reasons. No one had asked, but Beatrice had been noticably fuming ever since.
"Our party is all in tact, brave travellers," Melvin greeted, with gusto. "I see you've survived the trecherous trek through snow troll territory."
Hobbes merely huffed. How his friends could be so casual about such a risky journey was beyond him. We'll see who's laughing when you get thrown through someone's windsheild...
As if on cue, a pair of bicycles skidded to a stop on the other side of the parking lot. Tom Gurney stumbled toward the carnival entrance, one hand on a particularly short bully's shoulder for support. His free hand was at his nose, encrusted with dried blood. They seemed too preoccupied to notice the nerds.
"Man...ow..." Tom grumbled, dabbed his nose gingerly. "Am I still bleeding?"
Stevie looked to him, black eyes wide with wonder. "Little bit, yeah," he said, and sounded more cheerful about it than he should have been. "That was so cool, though. You slid like twenty feet."
As they disappeared through the gates, Hobbes gave Donald a pointed look. The blonde nerd only shrugged at him.
((blargh, derpy intro post.))
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Post by UnknownTerritory on Mar 24, 2012 23:48:35 GMT -5
Terrance didn't even know how he ended up behind the gates of Billy Crane's Traveling Carnival, surrounded by students with sticky fingers and grumpy adults.
Okay, well, he did, but he still couldn't believe it.
He had just been lounging in his room, watching The Notebook and mindlessly browsing the internet doing his homework when Gord ran in, flinging Terrance up. Terrance had caught something along the lines of "girls" and "carnival", but he couldn't make out the rest-- Gord talked too fast. He was forced to change out of his uniform and then he was dragged back out, with a grinning Pinky in his doorway.
It was a girl's night out, as Pinky and Gord had said between their giggles, Terrance placed between them, arms locked with his to keep him from fleeing.
So now they were in the bloody Carnival, Pinky exclaiming about a giant teddy bear that Terrance knew she had at least five of.
Gord grabbed Terrance's arm, grinning at the blond. "Oh, darling, stop frowning! This is supposed to be fun!"
"There is nothing fun about a run-down carnival that smells like the greasers' bathroom." Terrance said.
Pinky smiled back at the pair, "He's such a pessimist! Lighten up, Terry, it's supposed to be fun!"
Terrance's eyebrow twitched, and he huffed, crossing his arms. "It will only be fun if there is a riot and I am in a safe position to watch."
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Jodie smiled, her face flushed as she walked out from the Freak Show tent, adjusting her shirt and bra. Behind her, Luis strode out with pride, lipstick smeared at his lips. Jodie gave him a glance and made a gesture to her lips, and he swiped his thumb over his, getting rid of the lipstick.
He quickly jogged over to his Casey and Dan, who gave hearty laughs and pats on the arms to the Italian boy.
Jodie giggled, pulling out a mirror from her purse and looking at herself. She fixed her hair, fixed her lipstick, and grinned at herself. Fabulous.
It had been Jodie's idea when they walked into the Freak Show. "Let's tease those twins," She said to Luis in a hushed giggle.
That's exactly what they did.
Luis had his hands under Jodie's sweater as the made out, the girl pushed up against the glass, her legs wrapped around Luis' waist as they made out, feeling the glares from the conjoined twins on them.
When they heard footsteps, they ran out, Jodie grabbing her jacket and purse.
Now, she was alone and bored, Luis having run off to gloat to his friends. She puckered her lips, looking around, trying to find someone to cling to. Maybe she could get someone to buy her something.
((*cough*whore*cough*))
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Post by Big Choda on Mar 25, 2012 10:53:56 GMT -5
"Alright, I'll see you there."
Bo Jackson nodded to his younger brother Lance who was the one to utter these words. Lance had come to the Jocks clubhouse to ask his brother if he wanted to go with him to the carnival. It was Friday night, and most, if not all, of the school, decided to go to Billy Crane's Traveling Carnival, one of the few places in the town of Bullworth where teenagers could spend their time. The carnival was working 24-7 but Friday nights and weekends were the only times the carnival had visitors.
Having found out that Bo intended to accompany his Jock friends to the carnival, Lance decided to go back to the boys' dorm and get a non-clique student or a Nerd who didn't have anyone to go with. He walked into the dorm and entered the common room. It was empty and the TV was turned off. Lance sighed, suddenly losing a wish to go to the carnival at all. He sat on the couch and turned the TV on.
"Lance!", he heard the voice behind him and turned around. Jermaine was standing there, wearing a white hoodie and black trackpants. He was smelling on a perfume he had stolen from a Prep. "What are you doing here, man? You gonna go to the carnival?"
"I don't know", Lance replied. "I don't have anything to wear, so..."
"Don't be kiddin' me, c'mere", said Jermaine and led Lance to his and Hobbes' room. He opened his wardrobe and handed Lance several pieces of clothing. "Put these on. And let's go, homie. Where's your brother?"
"He's going with Jocks", Lance replied. "We're going to meet him there."
Five minutes later the two were already struggling to ride their bikes on the icy roads of Bullworth.
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Post by hcatm42 on Mar 26, 2012 9:15:41 GMT -5
"How did I let them convince me into this?" Clarissa thought as she stood behind her group of friends. Her plan had been to go back to her dorm and study up for her math test on Monday, but her fellow nerds had been very insistent she join them at the carnival, at least for a little while.
At first, it hadn't seemed to be such a terrible idea. A night out with friends might actually be fun, right? But after arriving at the carnival, she immediately thought other wise.
As she stared down at her scuffed boots, the timid girl wondered if it were too late to her dorm room.
Lost in her dread of tonight's possible social interactions, Clarie didn't notice when two fellow nerds arrived on bike.
(Short post is short and filled with derp)
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Post by Memai on Mar 27, 2012 4:45:02 GMT -5
Roxy stood alone, leaning against a lamplight and looking at her watch anxiously.
She had received a little letter, presumably from Peanut, to meet her at the carnival for a 'surprise'. In her excitement, she hadn't thought that it would've been another prank pulled by Mandy.
And now that she was dressed and convinced she looked cute enough for the day (deciding to hike her skirt up a few inches in colder weather wasn't her best idea, but if this date turned out to be true, then it'd be worth it).
She sighed, she was convinced that this was probably a joke. Another prank.
To think.
She looked down, pouting terribly. Roxy had never felt any more stupid in her life. Just when she was about to leave, a voice called out to her.
"Roxy! Roxy! Waitwaitwait!"
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If there was something Emil wasn't intent on doing, it was staying cooped up in that madhouse.
A little fresh air never hurt anyway, ja?
He strolled down the carnival, disguised in a stolen hoodie, effectively shielding him away from Silverberg's goons. It was a Friday night and most period blocks were freed up. And with a handsome junior or two sneaking into the head prefect's room, he figured that was the prime time to get his ass out of there.
A few heated whispers to a stranger in the neighboring diner, and he had a hoodie and some loose change for the bus fare to Bullworth.
He always found the town to be more livelier, the colors and people were move vibrant. The grays of Gentlemen's 9th did all sorts of fucked up wonders to rob someone of such simple, visual pleasures.
When Emil finally arrived at the carnival, he was already on the look out for trouble. Maybe that pretty Spanish girl? Hopefully that burnt little throwback found himself dunked headfirst into a frying vat somewhere, he didn't have time to deal with punks like him today.
Still the fresh cold air and the smell of junk food was all that was needed to make any 17 year old kid happy.
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Post by Bubonic Plague on Mar 27, 2012 17:58:25 GMT -5
Mikhaila walked along side Juri, dressed like a cavlary officer, complete with a long black coat and Soviet Union service hat. Amy was also with them, dressed warmly in her cheerleading outfit. Juri only wore his usual uniform, but only had a beanie covering his head. The freezing air nipped at their noses, and their fingers tingled. Mikhaila's cheeks were rosy like a Matryoshka doll. It was joyous that Juri Karamazov had invited her to come. She would be able to be with Juri, the one she so desperately wanted to be with all the time. Then there was Amy, an aquaintance who helped her with her English just a tiny bit. She was ok, but Mikhaila thought that Juri was doing all the work, and for that she was greatful of him. She was even greatful to be with Juri at the carnival. This was Mikhaila's first time going to a carnival in America. She had much to ask.
"Jurochka, what is it like to be in carnival outside of Russia?"She asked Juri by his nickname in English.
Juri looked over to Mikhaila, astounded that she was finally speaking a full sentence in English.
Mikhaila is getting stronger with the language, da? I am so proud that she's finally trying to connect with culture here, but, why did she just call me "Jurochka"?
Juri suspected something very unusual with her behavior. As he was remembering, Mikhaila had been a lot less mean to him, and more polite. Not only that, but she had been calling him by his pet name, which was not meant to be done unless they were very close.
"There is no difference between America and Russia. It is the same." He answered with a smile, feeling a bit queer that he was called "Jurochka".
All Juri wanted to do, was to celebrate with his friends on a festive winter's day.
((Gorsh! This was a dope redo!))
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Post by professorpineapple on Mar 27, 2012 18:56:37 GMT -5
There was a reason they called him "Fatty Johnson." The server behind the candy stand looked exhausted by the time the bespectacled nerd wandered away, a pair of bulging, paper bags under his arm. The rest looked on in something like amazement, their own snacks looking small and feeble in their hands. Fatty gave them a knowing, red-faced smile, and offered one of the candy-bags to the group. As the nickname implied, he was a kid who liked to eat, but he was far from greedy. A full stomach was a great feeling - one that deserved to be shared.
He even offered to Hobbes, who declined politely, as everyone expected him to. The boy already had enough issues with eating in public, but the carnival presented a whole new level of paranoia, with all its chipped wood and faded paint and patches of rust. His dark, squinted eyes moved from person to person, mouth to mouth, as they foolishly accepted the greasy sweets, without the faintest idea of where they had come from. Donald had told him that they didn't want to think about it, and wouldn't let him say any more.
"Your funeral," Hobbes had huffed, and sat stiffly at the edge of the cramped bench.
The only other nerd who didn't eat was Clarie, the newest addition to the clique. She shifted uncomfortably beside Beatrice, adjusted her big glasses for the umpteenth time in the past ten minutes. It wasn't uncommon for a nerd to be timid, but even amongst her peers, she didn't seem completely comfortable. Hobbes wondered if maybe there was something wrong with her - one of those real headcases. Faulty wiring in her head, that made her always nervous.
Hobbes had never met a crazy person before. He wasn't sure what he was supposed to say to her, but then again, he didn't have a lot to say to anybody. He wondered if Beatrice knew what she was doing, asking Clarie along like this - such a crowded, noisy place could lead to some kind of freakout.
How exciting that would be.
((ARGH ONLY HAVE TIME FOR THIS PART RIGHT NOW, SORRY. WILL POST MORE LATER.))
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Post by Big Choda on Mar 29, 2012 12:47:53 GMT -5
I knew this was a bad idea!,thought Lance as he was struggling to keep control of his bicycle on the frozen road. He and Jermaine were just crossing the bridge towards the carnival and the smaller black boy was already close to falling a couple of times. Jermaine was well ahead of him, as he was riding in a much more careless fashion.
That guy's gonna kill himself!
Lance let a huge sigh of relief as they finally reached Billy Crane's Carnival and parked their bikes next to dozens of others. The carnival was swarmed as expected, most of the visitors being adolescent. Jermaine and Lance bought the tickets and walked through the gate.
"Where are we gonna go first?", asked Lance.
"Seeing as we don't have dates then we're gonna find your brother", replied Jermaine and began walking. "C'mon."
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Post by professorpineapple on Mar 29, 2012 14:25:50 GMT -5
Amy didn't know how things had worked out this way. When it was just Juri, their "tutoring sessions" would only last a couple of minutes, and only when she could catch him on his way out of the locker room. Like most of the boys she knew, Juri wasn't big on studying. He had a firm enough grasp on the language to get by, and the jocks weren't exactly known for their extensive vocabulary to begin with, so it really wasn't anything important. It was more or less a chat with a friend after practice (or, in months past, sloppy makeouts with a friend after practice).
But then, in dropped Mikhaila - "Miky," as Amy called her with faux endearment. She could barely speak a word of English when she arrived at Bullworth, and Juri wasn't quite articulate enough to teach her on his own. Though it had been her own choice to help them, Amy couldn't help but feel like she'd been tricked into something. The after-practice lessons grew longer, more frequent, and though Mikhaila was making progress, Amy found her to be exhausting. Mikhaila wasn't like Juri - she didn't play sports and had a rough edge to her, not charming at all. Mandy and the other cheerleaders had already started to whisper nasty things about the girl, and Amy wanted to keep her distance as much as possible.
When Juri had invited her to the carnival for the first time since they'd dated, Amy should have known there would be a catch. She should have known better than to proudly don her cheerleading sweater, and make up her face just right, and wear her cutest earmuffs so that everyone would see her. Everyone would look and see, whether she wanted them to or not.
Mikhaila had arrived dressed like a freaking soldier.
Amy walked along through the crowd, as close to Juri as she could manage, and tried not to acknowledge the strange girl on his other side. Part of her wished that Juri would stop talking to her while she was dressed like that, so that they could just look like two jocks on a date, and that weird kid was just following them.
Then again, maybe it was best that there was another girl along, even if she was a weirdo. The crowd was speckled with boys in leather jackets with stylishly slicked-back hair - greasers were notoriously loyal, moreso than any other clique, so even if Tony wasn't there that night, he'd hear about it in some way. There were enough messy rumors floating around about Amy and Juri already, she didn't want things to get any more muddled. The Latina girl sighed, rubbed her arms as though they were cold. She figured she might as well enjoy the night.
A hearty laugh caught their attention - a familiar, booming laugh. Beneath the flickering, neon lights, Amy caught sight of a trio of boys in letterman jackets. Salvation!
"Luis! Dan! Hey!" Amy cried out, and waved her hands up in the air for their attention.
The jocks looked, and Luis gave a panicked little laugh as Dan punched his arm, and Casey waved them over. Amy glanced quickly at Juri, who seemed to frown slightly, then bounded across the icy asphalt to meet the others.
"Hey, Amy," Casey greeted, grinning that dopey grin he reserved only for cheerleaders.
Dan and Luis chuckled thickly at something, exchanged looks that told Amy that she'd missed something. Then she noticed the faint hint of pink on Luis's lips. She cocked an eyebrow at him.
"Looks like someone's having fun." she said, and Luis gave her a guilty kind of smile.
"That's what we're here for, ain't it? To have fun?" Dan said, and Amy saw him look over her shoulder toward Juri and Mikhaila. The redhead smirked. "He knows what I'm talking about."
Amy frowned slightly, felt embarrassed on Juri's behalf. The four jocks all turned to him, and so, with something like defeat, Juri made his way toward them, with Mikhaila at his heels. The Russian girl's gaze met with Amy's, who rolled her eyes, in hopes that the expression would deter her from getting too close. The jocks weren't always the nicest to people like her, and Amy sometimes found it painful to watch.
The three other boys chuckled at Mikhaila, eyes roaming over her unusual outfit. Casey gave a fake-sounding whistle. "Who's your little friend there, Juri?"
Amy gave a dismissive wave of her hand, turned briskly to Luis. In an attempt to change the subject, she asked, "Nevermind that, who was yours?"
Luis glanced back behind him, toward the Freakshow tent. "Take a guess."
Amy recognized the brunette girl who stood off to the side, adjusting her jacket. She felt like she'd been saved.
"Jodie! Baby!" she squealed, and zipped off like a rabbit. Admittedly, she felt a little bad about leaving Juri and Mikhaila to the clutches of the cool kids, but she reasoned that Juri was their friend, and the football team was more tight-nit than the cheer squad. Besides, if they had anything particularly biting to say, Mikhaila probably wouldn't understand it, anyway.
Amy threw her long arms around her friend, as though she were some kind of buoy in this sea of second-hand embarrassment. "Oh man, thank god you're here. You won't believe who I got dragged along here with."
((Dumb post is dumb, but now Amy and Jodie can go ho up the town together. Yay? Will probably throw a Stevie or townie post in somewhere at some point, but if anyone wants to run into them beforehand, be my guest.))
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Post by Bubonic Plague on Apr 2, 2012 23:03:52 GMT -5
Mikhaila was merged with a trio of Jocks. None of them she was able to recognize. She was always on the football field up in one of the trees, watching the athletes do their daily exercises. She wasn't as interested in them as she was in Juri, so it was easy not to be familiar with any of them. Their noise and laughter rung her ears, and were much louder than the people that surrounded her. There was too much excitement going on at the moment, so she broke from the group and joined Amy.
"Eh, privet!" Mikhaila forced a big grin on her face.
Mikhaila thought of trying to converse with Amy. She would always be talking to Juri, and that would leave Amy out only to sit there without anyone to talk to. Juri was Amy's friend, and he was always so busy with her English lessons now. Mikhaila didn't really feel like talking to someone other than Juri, though. She was more comfortable with him rather than a stranger who wasn't from her country, but Amy was worth giving it a shot. Jodie only stared and Amy shifted the corner of her mouth as Mikhaila was waiting for them to say something.
"Uh, Miky." Amy blinked as she spoke."Do you have something to say?"
"Is it even that important?" Jodie came off sarcastically.
"I am not Mi-kee!" Mikhaila took off her cap and eyed the badge on the front before putting it back on. "My name is Mikhaila Miloslavskaya!"
Jodie and Amy both were thinking of running from Mikhaila. Even though she now began to talk, it annoyed them just to hear the first few sentences come from her mouth, and Mikhaila was beginning to regret ever straying from Juri.
"Er..." Mikhaila threw back her head, trying to come up with something entertaining to say.
She didn't know what to do. Her only options were either be with a bunch of boisterous athletes, or be stuck with two beauty queens in an awkward silence. Mikhaila bit her lip looking at Juri with the three of his friends, and then back at Amy. She sighed and looked down at her feet. She hurried away from Jodie and Amy, leaving the two all by themselves.
"Juri!" She called out to him in Russian. "I tried talking to Amy."
Juri didn't hear Mikhaila. He was too busy talking to Luis about the next match for wrestling practice. Casey was gloating over how he was a better fighter than Juri, but Luis thought otherwise.
"Yeah right! Juri kicked your ass more than five times within a week of wrestling." Luis stated, putting a finger to Casey's chest. "You can't even manage to break from his headlock!"
"Why am I becoming the center of attention in this argument all of the sudden?" Juri stood with Dan, watching Luis talk back to Casey.
"Psssh, I took him down two times more than what he did in a week." Casey brushed away Luis's claim as though it were false.
"No, you didn't!" Luis raised his voice.
"Can't we just go on the rollercoaster now!?" Dan interrupted the both of them.
"Hello bitches!" Mikhaila said in a false high-tone voice.
Juri glanced over to Mikhaila and put a finger to her mouth. "Now is not the time."
What can I do to make them stop? The others are wanting to have fun, but how can we do that if they can't get along?
He was thinking of something to break Luis and Casey up from fighting. Mikhaila had no clue what was going on. All she heard was about someone's ass being kicked a numerous amount of times, and how one was better than the other. Mikhaila wanted to help out in some way.
Mikhaila turned to Juri and said in English. "They're being dumbfucks!"
"Eh, Mikhaila, could you please tone your cursing down just a little bit?" Juri rubbed his hands together, trying to warm himself up.
Mikhaila crossed her arms. "Bitch please! You can't make me do shit. I actually love this new swearing...er, trend! Yes, I like this trend."
Juri sighed and muttered to himself in Russian,"So much for being nice."
Mikhaila was still watching Casey and Luis go at it, and was finding it very amusing. Dan and Juri didn't want to be a part of it, and both of them were shivering in the cold with no particular place to go.
"20 bucks that you can beat Juri!" Luis said to Casey's face.
"What!?" Juri shouted, nearly hitting a high-pitched crack in his voice. "I don't want to be in this."
"Done!" Casey spat and shook hands with Luis.
They finally settled their disputes and started deciding where they wanted to go.
"Okay, where do we want to go first?" Dan started bringing up choices. "We can either go to the games, The Big Squid, Big Canyon Railway, the Ferris Wheel, or the Fun House."
"Fun House!" Casey claimed his choice.
"Yeah, I agree with Fun House." Juri came in second.
"I'm with all of ya'!" Luis joined in.
Then they all turned to Mikhaila, waiting for her answer. Mikhaila was even more confused than she was before. She didn't know what The Big Squid was, or any of the attractions that they mentioned. This was her first time here, so it was perfect sense for her not to know a single thing about the strange American place.
"Uh, Juri..." A questionable look came upon her face. "What the fuck is a "Fun House"?"
Juri took Mikhaila by the wrist and smiled. "You will see."
"Yeah sista'," Casey chimed in. "It's some fun stuff. I'd say that it's one of the funnest things to do here."
"Amy!" Dan called out to the cheerleader. "Are you going to come or not?"
((Ok, I swear I made bigger improvement compared to the last post...I think...It's embarrassing to be critiqued on an actual RP session. I can't believe I did this bad. If this one is shit too, then you can delete it and send me back to the Swimming Lessons where I belong. I also have screwed with a couple of OCs so I probably will be busted for that too. Oh well, all is crap. Just click DELETE and I'm done. ))
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Post by Big Choda on Apr 3, 2012 0:46:34 GMT -5
((Look girl nobody is going to hang you because you did something wrong. You didn't kill anyone for God's sake, you ooc-ed a bunch of fictional characters, so what? You learned the lesson and fixed the problem.))
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Post by Memai on Apr 3, 2012 4:17:28 GMT -5
((Choda's got a solid point, you were just pulled up because you made a mistake, it's really no big deal, no one is out to get you. Just keep editing and fix the posts where necessary and you're good to go. We critique each other because we want everyone to improve, not bring each other down. Reeeeeelaaaaaaaax, kid.))
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Post by Memai on Apr 3, 2012 11:34:42 GMT -5
"Amy! Are you going to come or not?"
Amy cringed and physically felt ill. Ugh, please, not now... Sure, she had agreed to help the new girl, but she wanted to hang out with Jodie and sneak off to do something a little more fun. Juri was a sweetheart at times, while Luis and Casey were the more tolerable members of their clique, but she wasn't up for a sausage-fest in the Fun House.
They probably set up a prank to scare poor Mikhaila, and if not the Jocks, then the Nerds. Those losers always were so predictable sometimes.
Just as she turned around to answer Mikhaila, at Jodie's protests, she jumped back when she heard a loud, audible BANG right at her toes.
It was a burnt, partially exploded corndog.
"--orry! SORRY!" Amy turned around, as did the Jocks and Mikhaila, to the sound of two figures running up to the small group, "Sorry, brahs, sorry."
Amy folded her arms across her chest, frowning, "Chaplin." It was all she needed to say to get the large Hawaiian kid to start explaining himself. He had ten seconds, they were all aware of that. Except for perhaps Stevie, who was hiding behind his much larger friend.
"I'm really sorry," Chap tried to use his most dashing smile, his most sincerest tone of voice, "I didn't wanna hurt anybrahs out there. Little Brah and I got carried away, s'all."
The cheerleader sighed, she couldn't stay mad at him. Not with that voice, not with those eyes, "Look, it's cool, okay?" She put a hand to his shoulder, a sign of good faith, "But what were you doing?"
"We were trying to make corndog rockets," Stevie piped up.
The collective silence from the group demanded an explanation.
"The government put little chips in my head telling me to do so," the small Cuban bully said, "Plus it made sense at the time."
"It really did," Chaplin helped.
No one knew what the say to the two troublemakers, but a few dark looks from the adults and staff around the carnival was enough to usher the small group of teenagers away somewhere less conspicuous.
Preferably one that smelled less like greasy corndogs and lighter fluid.
As they walked off someplace else, Chaplin hustled over to Juri, slapping his large friend on the back, "How'zit brah? Sorry if I scared your little cuz 'dere," he gave a friendly smile to Mikhaila, "What's the scoops, brah? She your girlfriend?"
Juri put his hands up defensively, blushing almost, "Uhh no, no, it's not like that, my friend."
"Aww brah, no need to snap on a brah like me? I-no-care if she's your type." Chaplin joked, nudging his friend some. Juri was always surrounded by leggy cheerleaders or aspiring popularity queens, not pasty girls in calvary uniforms. What? Was she in costume or something? "No but seeeeeriously brah, where'd she come from? Cause a braddah didn't see where she stay at around you."
Juri wasn't sure how to respond. Mikhaila looked on attentively at Chaplin, curious about his accent. Was he a foreigner like them too?
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Post by professorpineapple on Apr 6, 2012 14:15:46 GMT -5
An evening out with Stevie was like stepping through some kind of wormhole - it was impossible to know what would transpire, and whatever situation they'd end up in would be unexpected, improbable, and kind of ridiculous. So, when Tom Gurney found himself fashioning corndogs into rockets with the little creep, and one of the most popular boys in school, he really wasn't surprised. And when it went off beside the wrestling team, a pair of hot cheerleaders, and some kind of old-world soldier, hey, why not?
The brunette strayed off to the side, feeling a bit like the odd man out. The bullies' standing with the jocks was iffy, at best. Though they shared a common enemy, those geeks in the green sweaters, the bullies of Bullworth were nowhere near as strong or cool as the jocks. There were guys like Damon and Juri, who'd thrash anybody just because he didn't like them, but Damon was MIA, and it was well known that Juri was good friends with Chaplin. So long as Chaplin was okay with them, Tom figured they had nothing to worry about.
Though, how someone like Stevie got to be all buddy-buddies with someone like Chaplin was beyond him. He decided not to question it.
The other jocks were sizing them up, and so Tom sized them up right back, and the whole thing was more than a little awkward. His presence didn't seem to have russelled any jimmies with Luis or Casey, but the short redhead who accompanied them had his features pulled into a sour expression.
Tom recognized him. They'd met before, years ago. He'd grown a strong jawline and broader shoulders, but he still sported that awful haircut with the part down the middle. Tom could recall them as kids, when he'd stolen the shoebox full of Grottos and Gremlins cards Dan had shared with his rat-faced little brother. Then he'd started pumping iron, and getting into fights, and muscled his way into the jocks' circle, and so Tom had seen no reason to pick on him. In fact, he found his story to be strangely inspirational - real Lifetime Movie stuff. But now, Tom wondered how deep those nerdly roots ran.
He gave Dan a cool smile as the group moved toward the funhouse, and the athlete stiffly averted his gaze. But Casey failed to notice this, and turned on Tom. "Uh, hey. You're the guy who fit that Algie kid into the dorm trashcan the other day, right? Got him stuck for like three hours."
"Yup." said Tom.
"Nice."
"Thanks."
Maybe the night wouldn't be too bad, Tom mused to himself. Or, at least, maybe they wouldn't get arrested this time.
He glanced ahead at the little tanned boy, who padded quietly amidst the hulking jocks, looking very much out of place. Bundled tightly in his striped scarf, Stevie didn't appear to notice their situation, his head tilted upward to watch the lightly falling snow. Tom wondered if he even knew where they were going, or if he was just absent-mindedly following the sound of Chaplin's voice.
It wasn't until he was standing on the painted, plastic tongue of the clown, below the slabs of long, painted teeth, that Stevie stopped, and looked around. He twisted his head at an angle that didn't look very comfortable, and gave his fellow bully a big, innocent grin. What that grin meant, it was impossible to say - maybe it didn't mean anything at all. By now, Tom knew Stevie well enough that he didn't try to guess at what he was thinking.
Whatever. You only live once.
Stevie disappeared behind Chaplin into the dark throat of the enormous clown face, and Tom couldn't think to do anything but follow.
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Amy probably wouldn't have minded the funhouse so much if it had been just Chaplin that'd shown up. The bubbly Hawaiian boy was always fun to be around - he could turn any boring outing into something exciting. But lately, she'd seen him hanging around that...thing.
That weasely-looking kid with the bug eyes and the smokey breath. Amy didn't know him very well, but he made her feel awkward. Sure, Chaplin was friendly to everyone, but Amy couldn't see why he gave this kid the time of day. He was just so groddy.
But, of course, she tried not to hold it against him. Maybe he was really nice or something. And it was Chaplin, after all. He could do whatever he wanted. He was a hunk - all sins were forgiven.
It was purely by chance that she'd hesitated then, let herself fall behind as they delved into the funhouse's gaping mouth. Her eyes had wandered over the glowing carnival lights, and caught sight of black leather and red skin.
Perfect.
He saw her, too. Caught her wave - not too obvious, not to cause unwanted attention - and saw her gloved hand beckon him.
Amy stepped back towards the funhouse entrance, after the others had all gone through. The sun was all but gone by then, and the harsh lights from the shooting range and roller coaster track cast dark shadows inside the grinning clown's mouth. It was the perfect place to hide.
((Super rushed, sorry!))
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Post by Bubonic Plague on Apr 8, 2012 16:19:05 GMT -5
Mikhaila took a long look at the boy before her. She observed him from head to toe. Mikhaila heard his strange speech of which she could not understand. What was a "brah"? What did he mean by "Juri's type"? This was all to weird too her.
Why am I thinking that this boy is some type of native?
A random thought came to her mind that he was Iniut. Sure she's seen natives before, and he looked like to be one of them.
And so Mikhaila asked Chaplin, "Are Inuit?"
Mikhaila made a face as if she ate something sour. Her English didn't come out right. and she was embarrassed that she spoke to him. He wouldn't be able to get what she meant with just two words.
Are Inuit? Huh! Way to fuck up American language.
Maybe he wasn't a native. He could be like Damon who was African American, but for all she knew, he seemed foreign.
" Are you for-eig-ner?" She tried to make out her next sentence to ask him.
Mikhaila became frustrated once more as she failed to communicate with the right words.
"Goddamn it!" She sweared to herself in Russian. "Stupid, stupid, stupid!"
Mikhaila turned her back away from Chaplin and thought it out for a few seconds. Steam puffed as she let out her breath. It didn't really matter if she was doing a crap job with her communication skills. She knew better to study out of her English language textbook that was given to her by her partner, but she took no interest in it. Instead she busied herself with branches to hang from and hiding in places where she could watch people stir.
So, she attempted to talk to the Hawaiian boy in a casual manner with her thick accent. "What is up, my friend?"
I am doing it right this time, yes? Not too shabby if I say so myself, but I could be wrong.
((Too long? Good post or bad post?))
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