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Post by Big Choda on Apr 2, 2012 15:00:32 GMT -5
((I didn't decide for the proper name yet, but I'll change it later if I think of anything better.))
"Well, it's not bad", said Adele Daniels upon opening the door to her family's new home. "What do you think, Jermaine?"
"Ch...", he stopped immediately. Three weeks have passed since his brother's death and whenever his name would be mentioned, Adele would burst into quiet tears. It's not that Jermaine and Aisha, his 12 years younger sister, didn't mourn his passing as well, but the latter couldn't even fully understand the concept of death, while the former has already accepted the fact. Christopher was a criminal, a gangster, thief and a murderer, and Jermaine knew this was one of the two possible outcomes, the other one being prison. Still, Chris did well in feeding the family and after he died he left a lot of money to them. The sum was enough for Jermaine (who had been expelled from school in Los Santos) to be enrolled in Bullworth Academy, and that was the reason Daniels family moved from LS.
It was August the 28th and the new school year was starting in four days. Jermaine wasn't particularly enthusiastic about school, especially because this was a new school with new people in it. Not only that, but Jermaine had also heard that Bullworth Academy was one of the toughest schools in the country, where new kids and those who couldn't defend themselves weren't taken with arms spread.
Over the next four days, nothing significant happened in Jermaine's life. He still didn't know the town, having only met the part around the Yum Yum Market where he would go every morning to get groceries. His mother went to a bookstore to get him everything needed for school. As for the textbooks, Jermaine, as always, would use Chris's old ones.
The clock loudly started ringing exactly at 6 o'clock in the morning, and Jermaine grumpily woke up to begin his new school year. He put his clothes on, filled his bag with two notebooks, pens and a spray can, performed basic hygiene, and joined his mother for breakfast. Adele had gotten a job as the cashier of Yum Yum Market, since the previous one, Mr. Oh, had left Bullworth not long ago.
After eating his breakfast, Jermaine turned on his Mp3 player and started listening to a song by Madd Dogg. He walked out of the apartment and began his trip to his new school.
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Post by Big Choda on Apr 7, 2012 16:58:56 GMT -5
Jermaine pocketed his MP3 player and walked through the main gate of the Academy. Even though the morning classes hadn't started yet, students were already up and roaming the campus. The first thing Jermaine noticed was that the kids were grouped into cliques of some sort; he saw groups of boys wearing different clothes, but same among themselves. Jermaine knew that this school had a reputation for being tough, and he knew why: students wouldn't part in cliques had they been on good terms. He then saw another proof, as one of those kids in white shirts, a blond boy, upon seeing an overweight student wearing a green sweater vest, came from behind and gave him a vicious wedgie before pushing him to the ground. Since no-one paid much attention to this act (apart from the other boys in white shirts who began laughing), Jermaine guessed that this was happening everyday.
Plus, he was a new kid.
As he was passing by the group of boys, he noticed their menacing looks; they whispered something and he could hear the words "new kid". They would have probably attacked him hadn't an older student wearing a navy jacket passed by. By his stature and Bullies' behavior Jermaine figured out that the guy was authority, despite being a student himself.
He kept on and walked through the door of the Main building. Soon he felt the looks of kids around him, and could again hear whispered "that's the new kid" words. He walked up the stairs and entered principal's secretary's office, where a woman wearing 1950's secretary dress was sitting. He approached her desk and she noticed him.
"You must be Jermaine Daniels", she said apathically. "Mr. Crabblesnitch is expecting you, boy. Don't keep him waiting."
Jermaine quietly nodded and, whistling a rap tune, knocked on headmaster's door. After getting a "come in", he opened the door and walked in. Dr. Crabblesnitch was a man in his 50's and his fashion sense was years out of style, like his secretary's. The talk with the principal wasn't long, and Crabblesnitch warned Jermaine to keep his nose clean, assuring him that if he doesn't, he will. Then the Head called Miss Danvers, the secretary, and told her to have Jermaine properly dressed and take him to his dorm. The black boy got his uniform from a school store run by the janitor, and told Miss Danvers that he doesn't need her help to get to the dorm.
He soon remembered the kids in white shirts and realized that a company of an authority would be very helpful.
When he reached the dorm, the blond kid who had bullied the fat one was standing there by himself. When he spotted Jermaine, he approached him in a friendly manner.
"Hey, you must be the new kid, right?", he said in an obviously fake friendly tone. "I'm Trent."
He extended his hand to shake and Jermaine shook his hand, uttering his name. Trent dropped the act and tried to squeeze his hand, trying to cause Jermaine pain by moving his pinky bone left and right. However, Jermaine was a little stronger than the blond boy and instead squeezed him back with all strength. Trent clenched his teeth in pain and pulled his hand out of Jermaine's.
"Looks like I won", said Jermaine. "Now, if you'd ex..."
He turned around and noticed that two of the other kids in white shirts blocked the way. Suddenly, as he was looking the other way, Trent punched him in the stomach, then put his arm over his neck and grabbed him in a head lock. However, Jermaine elbowed him in stomach, released himself from the lock and punched Trent in the face, making him fall to the ground. The other Bullies approached him quickly, and the one with red hair unleashed a wide punch that hit Jermaine in the lips. That didn't do much damage apart from a small cut, and Jermaine swiftly kicked the boy in the nuts, then gave the third one two punches to the face. By that time Trent had already recovered and tried to attack Jermaine from behind, but Jermaine heard him and didn't take long to take him down as well.
"Motherfuckers!", said Jermaine, panting, as he wiped blood of his lips. He then quickly walked in the dorm to not be seen by the Prefects.
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Post by professorpineapple on Apr 8, 2012 15:14:41 GMT -5
((Haha, I like Jermaine's confrontation with Trent. That was more unique than the usual new-guy-gets-harrassed-by-bullies thing that goes on in this fandom.))
Elliot Hobbes stepped back from his desk, squinted at it through his crooked glasses. As much as he hated to wear them, he felt it was necessary - he had to make sure that everything was spotless. He wanted to make a good impression on his new roommate, whoever it may be. The last boy he'd roomed with had begged Crabblesnitch to reassign him, and then finally resorted to living off-campus. They hadn't gotten on well, but that wasn't Hobbes' fault, really. The boy was just so squeamish.
The short brunette fiddled idly with his tie. His desk was cluttered with shabby, old notebooks with loose bindings, and wrinkled papers scribbled over in smudged ink. An anatomy textbook stood open-faced, barring a diagram of the human brain - Hobbes' favorite page, it stayed opened when he wasn't reading it - and beside the desk lamp, a pickled frog eyed him from a glass jam jar. Her name was Priscilla, and Hobbes had pickled her himself, with Dr. Slawter's help. He was especially proud of that, and hoped that his new roommate would ask about it.
Hobbes lowered his piglike face to the desk, squinted his dark eyes. Not a speck of dust anywhere. Perfect.
Smiling to himself, he drifted toward his bed, went about straightening his sheets for the umpteenth time that morning. A tidy living space was crucial, and he wanted his mystery roommate to feel as comfortable as possible. In all honesty, Hobbes wasn't expecting them to become great friends, or even get along very well, but that didn't mean he couldn't be civil. In a place like Bullworth, even common curtousy could be hard to come by.
He squinted at the diagrams above his bed - mostly torn out from school anatomy and biology textbooks - to ensure that they weren't hanging crooked. Just then, Hobbes heard the door creak opened behind him, and jumped with a yelp of surprise. In one swift movement, he yanked the glasses off of his face and hid them behind his back, as he turned toward the door. His round, freckled face split into a big, forced smile.
"Welcome, welcome!"
((Sorry, derpy post.))
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Post by Big Choda on Apr 8, 2012 16:39:06 GMT -5
Jermaine counted his way to his new sleeping location on the campus. Not bothering to knock, he put his hand on the handle and opened the door.
"Welcome, welcome!"
He was welcomed with a wide smile but the experience with Trent that forced him to get into his first fight and beat up three boys made him unsure whether the smile was fake or sincere. He guessed that the boy before him, Elliot Hobbes as Miss Danvers had told him, was not able to take him down in a fight, so he decided to not act hostile.
"Hey", he said and extended his hand so that the palm was facing the ceiling, expecting his new roommate to greet him by clapping it. "I'm Jermaine."
He looked around and noticed that everything was in perfect order. Either this guy had a mental disorder he saw on TV, or was particularly enthusiastic about his new roomie.
((Pretty short but didn't know what else to write about.))
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Post by scg25 on Apr 12, 2012 0:15:28 GMT -5
(This is just me getting back into the feel, also none of my tags are working... It just shows blank stuff where they should all be)
In the hallway Michael and Jason were having another scuffle (shocker). No one really knew why they argued and fought all the time but it was entertaining as hell to watch these two stepbrothers go at it. "Why the hell do you put your shit on my side of the room!?" Jason said yelling, at this point bordering insanity.
"Why don't you calm down bro?" Michael asked, keeping his chill attitude. Many have wondered how Michael is constantly calm in almost all situations. Even when being yelled at he managed to keep his cool, and calm approach to life. His stepbrother Jason on the other hand was constantly bordering rage and insanity. Often turning a calm, serene situation into one of yelling and unsettling behavior.
"Calm down!?" He said, waking up the entire dorm house. "You put your laptop on my side of the room!! What the hell!?" Even though Jason was 60 pounds lighter then his older stepbrother he showed no mercy in mouthing off to him. He clearly has a death wish, Jason thought.
"Sharing is caring," Michael replied sarcastically, laughing at his own joke. At this point Michael had basically thrown himself into the abyss, he wouldn't hear the end of it. Hell this was just the beginning.
(It's crappy I know but I haven't done this in awhile and why aren't my titles working!? lol)
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Post by scg25 on Apr 16, 2012 20:27:56 GMT -5
(Is this dead? lol Guess I chose a bad time to come back)
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Post by professorpineapple on Apr 16, 2012 21:27:08 GMT -5
Jermaine extended his hand in such an odd fashion, Hobbes couldn't quite understand what he was supposed to do with it. Not that it mattered, anyway - there were very few people who the boy would touch willingly, only when he was certain that they were perfectly hygenic. Though this new boy didn't look particularly grubby, there was no telling where he'd been.
With a small, polite smile, Hobbes shied away from the taller boy, and subtley tossed his glasses onto his bed behind him. Hopefully, the new kid wouldn't notice. "Pleasure to meet you. My name is Elliot - Elliot Hobbes. I hope you found the school okay?"
It was a weird thing to say, he realized as it came out of his mouth, but Hobbes didn't particularly mind. He didn't expect them to be doing much talking in the future. Jermaine towered over him, clearly well-toned, probably a fighter. Elliot noticed that his lip appeared to be bleeding, but very slightly.
He gulped, fidgetted, and averted his gaze from the wound. Maybe it wouldn't be too bad, rooming with someone who liked to roughhouse. In a place like Bullworth, he was sure to collect all kinds of bumps and scratches - bruises and black eyes and bloodied lips. How fascinating that would be.
"By and by," Hobbes said dismissively. If Jermaine had said anything before then, the puny Nerd hadn't been listening. "Where is it you've come from, again?"
A sensible question - if there had been any kinds of disease outbreaks in his last hometown, a quick internet search would tell Hobbes everything he needed to know. It never hurt to be prepared.
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Post by Big Choda on Apr 17, 2012 7:49:21 GMT -5
(( scg25 well this board is inactive itself, there are several people who come daily but they too are busy with school and job and the rp is pretty inactive.)) A little offended that his new roommate refused to even shake his hand, Jermaine still decided not to argue, but let his hand fall and limp past his thigh. He realized that he still was standing with a school bag over his right shoulder so he tossed it on the bed Elliot Hobbes didn't toss his glasses on."I hope you found the school okay?" Jermaine lifted his gaze and thought of the three boys that had attacked him earlier. Just giving them a little beating won't stop them, so Jermaine knew there was more of that to come."Yeah" , he said sarcastically. "It's loads of fun." Hobbes didn't respond to Jermaine's sentence in any way. In fact, it looked like he didn't even hear him."By and by. Where is it you've come from, again?" "I come from Santos" , the taller kid replied, lying on bed and resting his head on the wall. "Where'd you come from?"
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Post by scg25 on Apr 17, 2012 9:18:01 GMT -5
(Yeah, I've been working too. Not fun. Haha. Post coming soon)
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Post by Big Choda on Apr 20, 2012 10:42:25 GMT -5
((Any progress?))
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Post by theaterdude45 on Apr 21, 2012 17:02:35 GMT -5
Jake’s eyes cracked open as he caught the sound of someone yelling real loud. A groan erupted from him as he turned over in his bed, tired eyes straining to look at the clock. The time made him let out an annoyed grunt as he pushed away the covers and straightened up. His black hair was a mess, and beneath his green eyes, would be slightly darker bags. He had been out on a job last night, not being able to come in till early in the morning. His sour mood was dampened further by being woken to yells.
“Too early for this.”
He muttered to himself, before removing himself from the warm secure bed, and into the cold morning air. He shivered for a second before walking over to his closet and pulling it open. Shoving aside the clothes, and in a rather cliché movie moment, revealed all the weapons of Bullworth. Spud guns, Bottle Rocket launchers, and slingshot, held up by nothing more than nails. The smaller weapons would be found at the bottom, where a drawer was located. Each shelf was dedicated to a certain weapons like Firecrackers, stink bombs, hell even rubber bands. You name it, it was probably there.
’The Bottle Rocket launcher would probably shut him up…too loud though, than I’d get yelled at. The Slingshot? Not efficient enough…Marbles? Wouldn’t help…aha!’ Jake lifted the up the Spud Gun, examining it for a few moment before cocking it, a smirk lifting his lips.
’Perfect!’
After loading it up, Jake walked over to the door and pulled it open to peak his head out. It was two boys that were causing the ruckus…one of them anyway. The other looked rather calm, the loud one was the real problem though. Keeping his weapon hidden, he called out. “Hey, would please you quiet it down!” He directed toward the smaller student, trying to not shout like the other was doing. The student turned away from the calmer one, glaring daggers at Jake as he yelled out.
“Butt out! This is between me and him!”
’I asked nicely...’
Without another word, Jake brought his spud-gun up as Jason turned to face his older brother, taking a second to line up the shot. He pulled the trigger.
KATHUNK!
Jason was struck, square in the back of the head. His eyes widened for a second as the impact was registered. Than his eyes became droopy as he blacked out and fell forward. His brother stepping aside to let him fall to the ground with a slight thud. Some of the students clapped, others giggled, and Jake just turned to go back to his room and shut the door behind him.
’Time to begin the New Year.’
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Post by scg25 on Apr 21, 2012 18:30:14 GMT -5
"Good one." Michael said to the other student, "that potato looks pretty damn big." He said inspecting the potato. The other student nodded at him and went back into his dorm room. Jason quickly jumped back to his feet. Feeling where the potato hit on the back of his head. There was a pretty big lump on it.
"Fucking asshole," he whispered heading back into the dorm room. Slamming the door shut making a lot more noise as he went in. Michael decided to go outside, the weather was quite good. Even for someone who's used to weather in the nineties such as himself. Usually he has to stay indoors because of the weather being too cold for him.
Jason was having a huge headache coming on, weeks before Michael played a prank on him with an exploding potato a few days ago. I'm gonna start having nightmares with a potato in them. He joked to himself. He started thinking that his arch enemy was probably an evil potato. Whenever around them they somehow cause him pain. Just then Michael came back into the dorm room and dropped onto his bed. "Michael.." Jason said with pain in his voice.
"Yeah?" Michael asked, almost waiting for an insult.
"I don't feel like arguing," he said before going against what he said. "But get your fucking laptop away from my side of the room!!" He yelled, probably waking up the entire dorm room again.
Love you to bro, Michael mused to himself.
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Post by Big Choda on Apr 24, 2012 0:31:25 GMT -5
"Uh-uh", said Hobbes obviously not having much more to say. He grabbed a loose thread on his sweater and pulled it off, then just dropped it in the trash can."Well..."
He was interrupted by a few blunt sounds followed by kids clapping. Already feeling uncomfortable with the conversation, Jermaine jumped off the bed and walked in the hall to see what's going on. He saw two boys there, one was getting off the floor rubbing the back of his head while the other one wasn't looking particularly unhappy.
"Good one. That potato looks pretty damn big."
The two boys went back to their room. Jermaine approached a thin, black boy visibly younger and shorter than himself.
"What happened here?", he asked.
"One kid shot another one with a potato gun. The usual at Bullworth. Uh...you're the new kid, right? I heard several kids talk about how you beat up three Bullies at once."
"No shit? I'm famous already."
"Well those morons got what they deserved. So...how about I show you around this place?"
"A'ight, cool."
"Ok. The morning classes are about to start so I'll meet you at the cafeteria later, ok?"
Jermaine nodded and the boy set foot towards the door, but stopped and looked back.
"I'm Lance, by the way."
"Jermaine."
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Post by scg25 on Apr 24, 2012 9:18:00 GMT -5
The class bell was about to ring and Michael had managed to get to Art on time. Just about every guy in the Art class wasn't really there for the fine pictures. They were there to gawk at Miss Philips as she taught her class, and in some way she must have known this as she always dressed to please the male students in her class. Even though Michael has a girlfriend he somehow feels attracted to this thirty something year old woman too.
I bet she was a killer in High School, he thought to himself. "Hello class lets get started," she said, "lets start off with pictures. I want you to draw something or someone you see in class." She finished, what she didn't realize was that every guy in the class probably had his heart set on drawing her. That was Michael's plan and he got started, he started to draw his outline of her and unlike Jason he was actually a pretty good artist.
(Jason post coming soon)
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Post by Big Choda on Apr 24, 2012 10:25:52 GMT -5
((But isn't a portrait a painting of a living person? ))
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