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Post by professorpineapple on Aug 21, 2013 17:33:30 GMT -5
The jocks pulled up to the Bullworth Vale beach with all four windows down, stereo blaring with beats that seemed to shake the pavement. It was a miracle they'd all fit in Ted's car - Kirby, Dan, Bo, and Damon all jammed into the back seat, with a miss Jodie Scranton sprawled quite comfortably across their laps, and her fellow cheerleaders Amy and Mandy sharing the shotgun seat beside Ted. As the modest car careened passed the boardwalk, the football captain made sure to turn the dial on the stereo up ever just so, as the jocks shouted and Mandy threw teasing kisses out the window. The preps had claimed the boardwalk that day, to sip imported fruit punch in new Aquaberry swimsuits and "beach wear" (whatever that meant), fresh from the current summer line. A few cringed and rolled their eyes at the hollering jocks, while others smiled and waved light-heartedly.
With the next school year at Bullworth just around the corner, the two cliques had just happened to pick the same date for their beach parties to mark the end of the summer. There had almost been a confrontation over it, but Ted and Derby had settled things beforehand - the preps had the boardwalk and the stretch of sand leading up to the lighthouse, while the jocks would stay off to the left, closer to the bridge. It wasn't that there were bad vibes between the two cliques, just that their ideas of what made a "party" were very different. Derby couldn't understand the appeal of blaring uncultured music and running about in the sand like children, but so long as they didn't shout too loud or disrupt their swimming competition ("Just a bit of fun between friends," Justin insisted despite the very serious glint in his eye), he was fine with it. Live and let live...so long as they didn't live too close.
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Eavesdropping wasn't hard in a place like New Coventry. With everyone packed so close together in apartments with paper-thin walls, a person could pick up all kinds of things if they just sat at an opened window long enough. And given that very few people had working air conditioners, there were a lot of opened windows in the summertime.
Lefty hadn't meant to snoop on anybody, but Luis Luna had lived right above him since they were kids, and he could hear him pacing around whenever he got a phone call. Which was quite often these days, him being a "popular" kid and all. Lefty'd never known footballers for being a chatty bunch, but Luis seemed to spend a lot of time trying to catch a cool breeze from the opened window while yammering on with one of his meat-head friends over this or that. The greaser boy sat at his own window just below, puffing away at a cigarette, only vaguely listening. On a lazy summer day like this one, he had nowhere to be.
"Yeah man," he heard Luis say, "you'd think it wouldn't matter, you know? It's a whole beach. It don't belong to no trust-fund babies - so what if they don't wanna share? Tough shit. I still say Ted shoulda decked him. Maybe we should."
Lefty felt himself lean slightly out the window with interest. Even though Luis had left them all in the dust, at least he didn't take crap from those rich kids from the Vale. That much was reassuring.
He heard Luis sigh, and go on, "Nah, we're still on for today. We just gotta stay away from the boardwalk, and not be 'too rowdy'. . .heh, yeah, can you believe that? Whatever. Let 'em sit up and talk about the economy of yachting or whatever the hell. I'll see you down there, man."
As his lumbering footsteps paced overhead, Lefty was already hurrying for the door. Those preppie scumbags were gathering at the boardwalk for a nice little outing. Oh, how the boys would like the sound of that.
((Bit rusty, sorry! I figured with so many folks gone and some new students, it'd be easier to start a new thread than try to revive an old one. TL;DR: Jocks and preps are both holding parties on the beach as summer vacation draws to a close. Greasers are on their way for a surprise rumble. Have fun!))
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Post by c10101 on Aug 21, 2013 19:13:12 GMT -5
Brant felt like he had nothing to fear. He was with Bif and Parker, sipping on Beam Cola, specifically refined with only the finest ingredients his parents had to offer. "So, hows boxing Bif?", Brant said, attempting to start conversation. "Pretty good....." Bif said, wondering why Brant asked a question like that. He had seen every single boxing match, and trained with Bif himself. Parker just stood there watching. He had always been the silent one, ever since he made friends with Brant. They, along with Bif and Pinky, seemed a little bit detached from the Preps. Ever since Bif had been brought to their way of thinking, it had been all right. They even bought the beachhouse back from Hopkins, in exchange for a House in Old Bullworth Vale, being made of money of course, it wasn't much stress. The Beachhouse was a symbol, that Preps still had all the fun poor people could. It also was a good focal point to spy on any cliques coming into town, and egging them, or in Brant's case, using anything and everything.
They couldn't help but feel something was missing, Stock checks, maybe? No. It was the Greasers, The Prep's worst enemies. But Bif, Parker, and Sonny didn't care, they could take them.
What they were focused on was the Jocks near them. Their pal Bryce always thought of making an alliance with them. It would be sweet. With members like Damon, Casey, and Ted, and the Preps' Derby, Bif, and Tad, and more, it would be smashing! But they always kept themselves at arms distance. With idiots like Juri, and Nerd scum like Dan, it would make the Preps look bad. But they could ignore that, if it weren't for their fixiation on Nerds. The paupers were easy prey to the bullies, no need for the Jocks to do little more then pick the scraps every now and then. And then there was Luis. Preps at the gym would occasionally pick up on Luis' frustrations about the Preps, which is very concerning. Bif, Parker, and Brant could read each others minds, watching their fellow Preps enjoy themselves, Bryce and Chad fake boxing, Derby holding around Pinky, and Justin and Gord having swimming contests, while Tad was looking on, amused.
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Post by professorpineapple on Aug 21, 2013 19:21:48 GMT -5
((Bit confused by your post there. How do they know the Greasers are on their way, and that Lefty in particular is the one who'd bring them?? The Greasers aren't there yet. Or if they've showed up already, that wasn't clear from your post.
Try not to have characters magically know things that they shouldn't. Maybe the Preps have good reason to be on the lookout for trouble because it happens so often, but they don't know for certain that it's coming right now.))
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Post by c10101 on Aug 21, 2013 19:29:27 GMT -5
((Oh yes sorry. I didn't know it would imply that they knew the Greasers were coming. edits will be made right away. Lets continue the story as well ))
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Post by professorpineapple on Aug 21, 2013 19:35:33 GMT -5
((No problem! Just be more careful of stuff like that in the future ))
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Post by c10101 on Aug 21, 2013 19:51:21 GMT -5
((Alright, ready when you are ))
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Post by UnknownTerritory on Aug 21, 2013 20:33:51 GMT -5
"Come on, Terry, sweatheart, let's just go! I'm bored! All our friends will be there! Please?"
"I said no."
It was no secret that Terrance Arbuckel was a grump. Anyone who had ever crossed his path would know that the boy detested anything 'fun', and most would say the reasoning for that was Gord Vemdrome. No one could blame him, really, because Gord was... well, he was Gord. Persistent, shop-happy, egotistical Gord, and he and Terrance were a pair always together. "Are you boyfriends?" people would ask, and Gord would laugh to tears and Terrance would glare. Their friendship could almost be labeled one-sided, but Terrance was too much of a loser to abandon his companion.
"But Terrraaannceee!!" Gord whined, collapsing onto his bed and pouting up at Terrance, who sat crossed legged at the top of the bed, eyes on the television opposite. "I want to go! Derby will be there and I want to discuss things with him!"
"So go."
"Not without you!"
"No."
They had been at it for nearly ten minutes, when Gord came barling into his bedroom with news of a beach outing (Why was Terrance there? Rumor had it they had a sleepover but it was never confirmed). Terrance, the grumpy boy he is, was quick to refuse the offer, completely content with watching whatever was on the telly.
"But Teeerraaaannccc--"
The sound of angry stomping caught both of the boy's attention, their heads turning towards the door. Pinky stood there, giving them both the stink eye, arms crossed and in a modest bikini, one of Gord's towels folded over her arm, her purse ("BEACH BAG!!!") dangling from the other.
"Let's go! What's taking so long?"
"Terry's being a grump and doesn't want to go." Gord said, slipping off the bed, frowning at Terrance.
Pinky's eyes turned to Terrance, who refused to look at her, and raised an eyebrow. "Terrance."
"No."
"You're going."
"No."
"Gord, get him in a bathing suit."
"Okay~!" Gord exclaimed in sing-song.
"WHAT?!" Terrance cried, jerking up from his position as Gord raced into his walk in closet.
And that was how Terrance was dragged along to that god-forsaken beach in one of Gord's swim trunks and a scowl on his face as he watched Gord and Justin race to the island and back. Fuck everything.
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The radio was one of the first things the Jocks set up, and Jodie and Dan were currently putting it to good use. She didn't know the name of the song, but she didn't really care. It was dancing music and Dan, surprisingly, was a good dancer. However short he was, he could twirl her and Jodie loved that, evident by her surprised squeals.
"I never knew you were a good dancer!" The cheerleader gasped, running her hands through Dan's firey hair with delight.
"I never knew you liked to dance!" Dan laughed, dipping her, her hair sweeping over the sand, but she didn't care because she was at the beach and having a good time.
"You know," Bo scowled at them from afar, but it lacked the annoyance it usually did, "You could help us unpack."
"Or," Jodie twirled over to Bo, smiling at him, leaving a gentle touch on his bare chest, "You could dance with Amy."
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Pinky had suggested it. More like, as her and her little gang passed by her house, Pinky had dipped her head in and whisked Connie off the to the beach. It looked like they had done that to the blond Prep she knew as Terrance by the scowl on his face (but she had never really seen him when he wasn't scowling...). Pinky had said something about opening up and getting to know the other preps more and to be more sociable rather than be locked up in her room doing 'nothing of importance'. There was summer work to be finished, but Pinky had scoffed and told her to put on a bathing suit. Connie just sighed, because who could argue with a determined Pinky?
So Connie found herself at the beach, eyes on the Jocks just across the way. She enjoyed being part of the Preps, she knew these people and their type of people, but she couldn't help but feel a bit envious of the Jocks. They were able to jump around and shriek and dance to music the other Preps would have raised an eyebrow at if they caught Connie listening to it.
((FOUR CHARACTERS IN THIS RP I CAN DO IT noicant))
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Post by c10101 on Aug 21, 2013 21:11:27 GMT -5
Watching the mayhem under the boardwalk, Bif, Parker, and Sonny couldn't help but break down into laughter. It was a funny sight. Terrance attempted by Pinky to be forced into a swimsuit, Dan's dancing skills, it was a riot. It was pandemonium. But still, they couldn't help but keep caution. They could just see into each others' eyes: A fight's gonna break out. But with whom? The Jocks? The Greasers? Maybe a threat from the Bullies, Nerds, or Townies? Non-Clique? They didn't know. But they'll wait to stop it. "Parker, Bif, I gotta make a call," Brant said. Brant went inside the beachhouse to call his friend Earnest. "Earnest I need a delivery," Brant whispered, The full package." Earnest whispered back, "Got it, I'm sending someone near the tunnel to the carnival." In a few minutes, Algie delivered bottle rockets, stink bombs, fire crackers, itching powder, and spuds. Brant smiled and said, "Thank you Algie, heres some spending money for the trouble, now get out before anyone sees us." Brant gave $150 to Algie and he went his way. Brant then quickly back to the beachhouse, in the exact same post he was in before. He gave Bif and Parker some of the chemistry set items. Whatever would happen, they would be ready.
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Post by RotoDisk on Aug 22, 2013 11:41:26 GMT -5
Rylie nervously listened to the blaring music in the distance as she sat a little ways away from Ted and the others. Even though the cheerleader wouldn't necessarily be a "newbie" to her clique with the new school year soon approaching, she still found herself having a sudden case of cold feet. This was the first time she had hung out with the Jocks off campus, and she feared not being cool enough or being rejected as a dork, not to mention how attracted she was to many of the others. Not too long after they had reached the beach, she simply told the others that she wanted to dip her feet in the water, even though the real reason was due to her anxiety. She barely even noticed the Preps a few miles down.
"Hey Rye, you're not just gonna sit here all night by yourself without having a few drinks, right?" a familiar voice called from behind her.
The blonde suddenly jumped, gasping as the boy inched closer to her. "Kirby!" she exclaimed, faintly blushing at how attractive he looked with only a pair of navy blue shorts on. "I, er, you know it! I mean, who goes to a party and doesn't... drink... right?"
She plastered a fake smile on her face, though it was clear in her tone of voice how uncertain she was. Rylie had never tried alcohol in her life; her father was very over protective of her and would have the girl shipped off to the nearest rehab center if she even so much as had a sip of a flavored wine cooler.
"Now you're learnin'!" Kirby chuckled, taking a seat on the cool sand next to her with a small bottle of clear liquid in his hand. "Rylie, tonight is the night you-" he staggered, probably due to already having too much to drink,"officially become one of the cool kids."
'Officially?' she thought, happy at hearing those words she had longed for -- until he quickly passed the bottle over to her.
"Go on, have a chug. You have got drunk before, haven't you?"
She took the bottle with a bit of confidence, although still very much uneasy about the whole situation. "Of course I have!" she playfully shoved him, trying to conceal her current lie as best as she could. There was no way she could say no; she needed to belong, and besides, how hard could taking a small swig be?
She pressed the bottle against her lips, drinking a bit of the vodka as fast as she could.
It burned. Like Hell.
The blonde suddenly found herself gagging. Her throat felt like it was on fire, and she clumsily fanned her tongue with her hands at the horrendous after taste. Kirby nearly burst into tears, clutching his sides as how silly Rylie looked.
"Oh man, you look like you just ate a chili pepper!" Kirby shouted.
Rylie's cheeks turned a shade of bright red. Here she was, sitting next to one of the most popular guys in school, making a total fool of herself.
"It was just a little... um... strong!" she huffed, already feeling slightly dizzy as the alcohol began to settle. Rylie knew that if she wanted to better her chances at remaining a Jock, she would have to down way more shots than one by the end of the night.
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Post by Bubonic Plague on Aug 22, 2013 13:04:13 GMT -5
((It has been a very long time since I've done anything with literature. Like last time, I don't think I should be interacting just with the canon characters. I do want to play along with other Greaser OCs. No, I will not be touching anyone's OC at all, or other characters that I consider a challenge to act out. I will just take this slow, and just go with the flow. Feel free to correct me on any minor mistakes, because I do want to improve on grammar as well as literary skills.))
As the students of Bullworth were spending their lives at the moment enjoying the last of their summer, Charlie remained in his bed dead-tired after arriving home late the last night. He had been in Arizona nearly the entire time, visiting his family and even had his parents take some time off from Korea to spend time with him. Charlie told his best bud "Lefty" that he would call him, but he didn't make any promises in doing this. His excuse would have been, "I was busy with other things." Luckily, he was able to convince his sister and have the approval from everyone else in going back to Bullworth to hang out with the rest of his gang for the remainder of the summer.
While Charlie had been asleep for nearly half of the day, his sister had been up-and-running since 5 in the morning. It was then she noticed when her brother hadn't been out of his room at all. He would usually get up at 5 a.m. either to do his morning drills, or walk around town, regardless if he stayed up late at night.
She went over to his door from the kitchen and pounded her fist hard on the wood surface, hoping that it would be loud enough to give him a few knocks to the head as well.
Charlie erupted from his sheets and sat up in bed at the sound of a hard fist pounding on his door from the outside.
"Get up!"His sister shouted from the opposite side,"We did not fly you all the way down here just for you to sleep all day!"
Charlie moaned and fingered through his messy hair. Su walked back into the kitchen to finish putting away the groceries that she bought to stock up on their food supply for their apartment. Within 10 minutes, the knob on his door twisted and he stepped outside of his room, leather jacket and all.
Su took out a box of cereal from a grocery bag and said to him in a grumpy matter,"It's about time you woke up!"
Charlie stood there and yawned. Then he headed out of the apartment and out into New Coventry.
Man does it feel good to be back here.
Charlie was hesitant in doing this, but he decided to go over to Lefty's house, hoping that he wouldn't be punched in the gut after not talking to him for over two months. First, he had to stop at a nearby taco-stand to fill his empty stomach. He handed the guy $2.50 for his hard taco shell loaded with meet, lettuce, sour cream, and shredded cheese, topped off with his all-time favorite, "salsa". He thanked the taco-stand guy and strolled along the streets, taking a bite out of his brunch. Charlie stopped in front of Lefty's apartment and took another bite with a "crunch", as bits of meat fell out of the taco.
He swallowed as he entered the complex, standing in front of Lefty's apartment door. He swallowed what he was chewing and pressed the doorbell with his thumb, waiting for his friend to appear at the door. After 2 minutes of standing, Charlie had finished his taco, dusting off his hands of any crumbs. The door did not open. Little did he know, that Lefty had already left. Charlie pressed the doorbell again, whistling as he waited for another 3 minutes. Again, Lefty did not come to the door.
Charlie knocked this time, knowing for sure that Lefty would answer after doing that. Once again, Lefty did not come to the door.
Where can he be?
He left the apartment complex, walking the streets in search of his grease-monkey pals.
((It's not much, but at least I got something done.))
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Post by professorpineapple on Aug 22, 2013 16:42:50 GMT -5
((Kras, your writing's getting better, but I'm confused about your use of quotation marks. Why are the words "Lefty" and "salsa" in quotation marks? For the salsa I guess it makes sense, if you're implying that it's so full of fake ingredients that it barely even counts as salsa, but there's no reason for Lefty's name to be in quotation marks. Look out for that.))
Johnny was sat between Peanut and Damon as Lucky dealed another hand. His fingers drummed against the surface of the blackjack table, and the other greasers noticed the way he seemed to be grinding his teeth, but said nothing about it. Aside from a few skirmishes with some of the trailer trash who wandered in from Blue Skies, Johnny Vincent hadn't seen a good fight in weeks. He'd spent a good part of the summer racing bikes and tinkering with cars and macking on his queen, but the lack of rich-boy thrashing was starting to get to him. In a weird way, he was almost looking forward to the new school year, so he'd have someone to rub elbows with.
When he heard the clatter of footsteps on the creaking stairs of the abandoned tenements, Johnny half-hoped to see Derby and his clique march through the door, so his fists could show them just how much he missed them. Instead, he got Lefty Mancini, tailed by Vance, RIcky, and Josie. The latter had a grin on her face that told him something was going down.
" 'Ey, Johnny, those rich scumbags are all flocked up at the boardwalk on the beach," Lefty said. "Whaddaya say we drop in and say hello? It's been a while, yeah?"
Johnny chuckled and leaned back in his seat. This was just what he'd been hoping for, but he tried to hide his excitement, and play it cool in front of the boys. "You know what, that sounds like a hell of an idea. Isn't that right?" He looked to the others at the table, who all cracked smiles at the prospect of a beach rumble. Johnny pushed himself to his feet. "What're we waiting around here for? Let's round up the boys."
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Charlie Chang had headed for the abandoned tenements, the greasers' usual hangout spot since they lost the abandoned bar to Hopkins. He was just a few blocks away before he heard the hum of tires on pavement, and then Johnny and Peanut zipped by on their bicycles, followed shortly by the rest. Someone - Josie, by the sound of it - let out a battle cry, and Charlie noticed that some wielded wooden planks, slingshots, and firecrackers. What the hell had he missed?
Fortunately, Lucky noticed him standing there on the sidewalk, and skidded to a stop beside him. "Charlie! Hey!" he panted. "Rumble at the beach - hop on!"
By the looks of things, Charlie figured he didn't have much time to explain. He hopped up on the back spokes and clung to the redhead's shoulders for support, and then they were speeding off to catch up with the others.
It was good to be home.
((Sorry it took so long, I had to switch computers unexpectedly;; Tried to get Charlie in on the action without risking OOCing him, but please let me know if there's anything I should change!))
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Post by Bubonic Plague on Aug 22, 2013 18:40:34 GMT -5
((Professor, you actually got him off to a good start. I'm just waiting until we get on to the beach part to start in on some action.))
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Post by c10101 on Aug 22, 2013 19:12:43 GMT -5
The Preps and the Jocks were enjoying themselves, and they felt great. They felt like life couldn't get any better. "HEY PREPS!" A unknown voice shouted. It was Lefty. Just as Bif, Parker, and Brant feared.They were horrified to realize he were not alone. Johnny, Peanut, Norton, Charles, and all the other Greasers were here. "Well look what we have here," Johnny said. Looks like a bunch of rich need a whipping. Ricky, one of the Greasers, noticed the Jocks nearby. "Looks like we got other company," He chipped in. The Greasers immediately took notice of the Jocks. Motioning to his fellow Greasers, Johnny jumped over. In anticipation, Brant threw chem ammo in all directions to his fellow preps, saving the bottle rockets and spuds for his launcher and gun. It had begun. A battle royal between the Jocks, Greasers, and Preps
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Post by c10101 on Aug 22, 2013 19:18:11 GMT -5
((Good enough?))
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Post by UnknownTerritory on Aug 22, 2013 19:23:12 GMT -5
Jodie laughed as she tripped over a towel and went crashing into the sand, Dan landing on top of her. "You made me trip!" She cried, pushing her hands against Dan's bare chest. The red-head pulled away from her, his cheeks flushed red, before standing and helping Jodie up. "You got sand in my hair!"
"Sorry," Dan laughed, turning the girl around and shaking the sand from her hair. "My bad."
"Damn right your bad." Jodie grinned, turning around to face him, hands on her hips.
The feel of someone behind her made Jodie shudder and, when she turned her head, she smiled at the sight of Damon, holding a plastic cup out to her. She gladly took it, taking a sip and sighing at the burn. "Thanks, Damon." She smiled, kissing the other Jock on the cheek.
"Looks like we got some trouble down aways." Damon said.
Both Dan and Jodie glanced behind Damon's hulking form to see all the Prep's eyes on the, low and behold, Greasers on their bikes. Of course, those stuck up richies just had to bring trouble with them where ever they went.
"Are we going to be a part of it?" Dan asked, looking at the second-in-command curiously, fists clenched at his side.
"How about we just enjoy the show?" Jodie shifted next to Dan, pressing the cup to his lips, and he took a sip. "I mean, if you guys wanna go barrling in, be my guest, but I'm going to perk myself on a towel," Jodie plopped down onto a peach colored beach towel, picking up a pair of sunglasses and leaning back, one hand on the ground and one holding her cup, "and watch."
((terry connie and tony can wait for others to post yes))
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