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Post by Memai on May 17, 2012 23:12:32 GMT -5
(( A one x one RP with me and Professor, but Jackie-- you're free to join in too ;> ))
Chaplin wasn't entirely sure what to do. Stevie was never one to show emotion, and it was difficult to even read the boy, but this was his little brah. Chaplin suspected something was up.
They hung around the fountain, Stevie mindlessly tossing pebbles into the water, eyes trained on the ripples and movements of the water.
"Hey brah, how'zit?"
"Terry's a bitch, Agent Brah," the smaller boy picked up another pebble, "A huge one. Like he could rule Planet Bitch if it wasn't for the fact that he made that planet himself."
Chaplin didn't follow, but he didn't like most of the preps either, and sat beside his much, much smaller friend.
"Sounds like we need to teach him a lesson, brah." His giant hands patted Stevie on his small shoulders, "Do you want me to go and went spike his drink, brah?"
Spike, meaning "pee in the thing".
"That was funny," a lopsided smile played on Stevie's lips, remembering the incident, but it left as soon as it appeared, "But he's been grinding my gears, broseph."
Chaplin rubbed the back of his neck, "I'onno brah, did you went and got an idea or summin'?"
"I was thinking we could hold a summit of geniuses, which is you and me-- but Agent Silverberg could join-- and work together and meld our minds so that we can come up with a huge plan to like, mop the floor with Terry-baby's face."
The word 'mop' scared Chaplin silly-- he hated chores and anything that had to do with 'em. But if this involved physically tormenting a prissy little shit, then he was all in for it. Especially if it meant he could -literally- mop the floor with Terry-baby's face.
"Brah, I think you're a genius."
"I know," Stevie said absent-mindedly, "I love pop-tarts too."
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Post by professorpineapple on May 19, 2012 15:28:38 GMT -5
((asjd SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG))
"Summit" was a word Stevie had picked up from a movie, and neither of them were entirely sure what it meant. Fortunately, Algernon happened to be passing by then, and so they moved toward him.
Algie just saw the hulking figure in blue out of the corner of his eye, and instinctively flinched away from him. A look of panic flashed across his flabby face, but then he saw that it was Chaplin, and Stevie noticed him relax slightly. Chaplin was known to be one of the less hostile of the jocks - Stevie admired the way he could lull his enemies into a false sense of security. The little bully decided to try it for himself, and gave Algie a wide grin. The nerd noticed him standing there, and looked from Chaplin to Stevie in confusion. For some reason, that was most people's reaction to seeing the two together.
"Hey, you know words, right?" asked Stevie.
"Words?" Algie said slowly. "What words?"
"All of them."
"Um..."
Stevie watched him with a look of total calm, but Algie's face scrunched up in thought. To avoid an awkward silence, Chaplin said, "You know what a 'summit' is?"
"Oh, yeah, um, totally." Algie gave him an uncertain little smile. Everyone always said that Chaplin was a nice guy, and he was hanging around Stevie Stapleton of his own volition, so why not Algie? Maybe this was his shot at finally being cool. "Yeah, homie, I got the 411 all up in that. Let me lay it down for y'all. A summit be like a mountain, like a big ol' rock, see? And-"
Stevie walked away.
"Thanks, brah. Later." said Chaplin, and followed the smaller boy. Algernon watched them leave, and wondered just what had just happened.
"Where you goin' little bradda?" It took only a few steps for him to catch up. They were headed for the gym. Neither boy seemed to notice the way the other jocks side-eyed them.
"We don't have any mountains here, but this is tall and made of rocks so it's close enough." Stevie's thin hands grasped the ladder that led up to the roof of the gym.
"Bricks aren't rocks, though." Other than that, it seemed reasonable enough. He followed Stevie up the ladder.
"A brick to the face is the same as a rock to the face."
"That's deep, bradda."
"Thanks."
((All I can do for now, sorry;; ))
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Post by UnknownTerritory on May 19, 2012 17:54:20 GMT -5
(( oh my god I love this with all my heart, I can't wait to see how they fuck up Terry's life ))
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Post by Memai on May 20, 2012 0:29:31 GMT -5
(( "That's deep, bradda." JESUS TAKE THE WHEEL I'mma post later on when I get back home mmmkay? ;; WATCH THIS SPACE ))
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Post by Memai on May 20, 2012 19:58:43 GMT -5
When they reached the top of the building, Stevie put his hands on his hips and looked around, deciding, "Yes, this'll do great, brochacho." He sat down, crossing his legs and staring at nothing.
Chaplin joined him, also crossing his legs, leaning forward and resting his hands on his knees, "So what now brah? I never went did these summit things."
"Oh!" Stevie perked up, he didn't figure Agent Brah would know-- spies were more used to meetings and negotiations, those kinda deals. And Chaplin being a 'braddah' of Hawaii, his meetings probably included chants too. Obviously, of course. How could he have overlooked this. He put his hands together and explained the best he could,
"I see these on TV all the time, dude! See, a bunch of wise guys, right? They go up on some old lonely rock place and they just go 'mmmmmmm' all day until an idea comes up into their heads."
Chaplin blinked. Huh. That simple huh? "Does the 'mmm'-ing help, brah?"
"Plenny."
"Oh, okay."
And so they 'mmm'd for a while. Ignoring the chatter from the Jocks down below. Most of the boys usually never bothered with Chaplin and Stevie when they were together. Juri called it bad luck, Bo just figured eventually something stupid happens when you DO third-wheel their bromance. Like a rocket-corndog to the face.
Finally, Stevie stopped his 'mmm's and perked up, his large eyes twinkling, a devious smile on his face. "I got it."
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Post by professorpineapple on May 28, 2012 0:55:47 GMT -5
"Yeah, brah?" Chaplin was relieved - not even 'mmm'ing seemed to help the jock come up with any maliciously clever plots. He'd always been more of the up-front, rough-and-tumble type. The only idea he'd had was to consult Will, since psychological warfare was more his thing.
Chaplin stared expectantly at the smaller boy, but he said nothing. Stevie sat completely still, gaze unfocused, like a rabbit who may have just heard a predator. After a few minutes, Chaplin coughed.
"Little br--"
"Shh!"
"What?"
Stevie tilted his head, as though listening to something. Chaplin listened as well. Nothing sounded out of the ordinary - scuffling feet on the pavement, playful trash-talking, the occasional clang of a basketball hitting the backboard of the basketball net. And then that bubbly, nervous laugh of Angie Ng, the awkward cheerleader. At this, Stevie turned, scurried closer to the edge of the roof.
"Oh, come on, no way!" they heard her say.
"No, I'm serious," said Christy Martin's voice. "Mandy says Pinky is soooo not her BFF anymore. It turns out money really can't buy class after all."
"What happened?"
"Oh man, you will not believe - oh, crap, I'll tell you later."
Chaplin moved beside Stevie, and they laid on their stomachs like soldiers on a battlefield. In a way, they were - rivalries between cheerleaders could be messy affairs. They watched Mandy approach, and girls greeted each other with squeals and hugs before they headed into the gym. The door hadn't even swung shut before Stevie was on his feet, and hurried toward the ladder.
"You got a notebook in your locker, yeah?" he asked. "In the gym?"
"Yeah. Why?"
"Terry's one of Pinky's gal-pals," Stevie said, his tone cheerful. "If Mandy has an issue with Pinky, then we can get Blondie on her bad side, no problem. And Mandy's like the angry wasp queen of the school. I was just gonna get her mad at him myself, but it looks like the universe is working in our favor, chief."
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Post by UnknownTerritory on May 28, 2012 2:22:13 GMT -5
(omg gal pal i cant breathe)
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Post by Memai on Jun 5, 2012 23:35:13 GMT -5
The corner of Chaplin's mouth quirked down. It wasn't that he didn't like the cheerleaders-- he did briefly date Christy Martin for a good while. But affairs and fights that went on between them were best left alone.
Usually, whenever Mandy had a fight with one of the girls, she would normally rush to Ted and complain, wailing in his big beefy arms and making awful comments. The things she said alone were enough for the other boys to not want to get on her bad side.
So whenever a fight happened, the Jocks sort of just shrugged and played dumb.
But now Chaplin had to be thrown into it. A part of him minded, Stevie always had some cockheaded idea about getting back at Terry, but they were usually harmless, gross things like spitting in his shoes or licking the earbuds off the blonde's player.
Getting Mandy involved? Now this was serious.
"You sure you know what you're doing brah?" They stuck their heads through the door, cautiously, almost like a cartoon, "What if she catches us?"
"Don't worry, Agent Brah," they snuck past the group of giggling girls now, "You just charm them."
"Oh sur-- wait, what?"
"Yeah, man," they got to Chaplin's locker now, the larger boy deftly entering the combination, "You just say some nice words to 'em and they won't know any better."
Normally, when someone asked Chaplin to 'take care' of someone, that involved using his brute strength. No one had ever asked him to use his good looks to ward an enemy off. Especially Will.
"What happens after this brah?" He grabbed his notebook and pens before closing his locker hastily, catching up with Stevie who was already halfway back out.
"You'll see."
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