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Post by c10101 on Aug 24, 2013 11:37:01 GMT -5
Noticing what Hal did to Parker, Brant went into a rage.He quickly got his spud gun out of his holster and fired it square at Luis, getting him off him, and taking him out for the time being. Then, he raced straight towards Hal, smacking him with the butt of the Spud Gun. He kicked him in the groin, causing Hal to become disoriented. Without a second thought, he punted Hal in the ribs. Hal then got up, angry as a bull. However, he was quickly stopped again when Brant threw beach sand in his eyes, before using the spud gun to knock him out. He tried to revive Parker, but it was useless for the moment. Parker was out cold. He was out for the Greasers, looking to pay them back in any way possible for knocking his friend out, and being a pain in the Preps' arses for quite some time. He found his next target: Peanut. Johnny's little boyfriend was busy fighting Tad.
Derby continued his assault on Johnny. He mockingly said " Well little greaseball, was it good idea to fight us on our turf? Was it? Johnny spit on him. "I'll take that as a no. Oh well." Derby bounced Johnny's face off the door to the beachhouse, causing Johnny to start bleeding. Peanut started to gain the upperhand on Tad, then he saw Brant coming in his direction with a spud gun in holster. He knew what would happen if he was double-teamed, and whistled to Ricky to go after him. Ricky quickly intercepted Brant. Brant told him, "Get out of the way pauper, lest you want to get hurt like you did with your girlfriend." Ricky felt disrespected by that. He quickly tackled Brant, with the latter attempting to block his punches.
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Post by professorpineapple on Aug 24, 2013 21:00:53 GMT -5
((Hope you feel better, Roto! Kras, you don't have to be nervous, just don't overwhelm yourself. Write as many or as few characters as you feel comfortable with INCOMING HUGE POST)) A firecracker whizzed by Terrance's face and exploded in the air, and he felt the twinge of embers burn the back of his neck. The blond boy flinched involuntarily closer to Gord, and didn't resist when Pinky clutched him arm in fear. They hadn't seen the greasers coming, but suddenly the boardwalk had exploded in a frenzy of fists and firecrackers. Gord stood before them protectively, fists raised and ready, and for once his normally smirking face had hardened into a serious expression. Terrance and Pinky cringed behind him, and Terrance looked around, trying to make sense of it all.
The jocks had jumped in, but he couldn't tell whose side they were on. Luis tackled Brant off to his left, while Bo and that greaser butch were taking swings at each other just a few feet away. Just what the hell was going on here?
Before he could make an ounce of sense out of the whole thing, Gord said over his shoulder, "Beach day's cancelled, I guess. I hope you're happy now, Terry-baby." "Now's not the time, Gord!" Terrance snapped, but the fear made his voice crack. He saw Gord smile."We're gonna make for the bridge, got it?" he said, just loud enough to be heard over the commotion, but low enough to avoid attracting attention."Not the lighthouse?" Terrance didn't like the sound of that. The lighthouse was old and dingy, but it had walls, and places to hide."Lighthouse is our territory. If anyone heads that way, these hooligans will be on us in seconds. We'll make for the bridge, and then you two can hide out in the gym." The Glass Jaw Boxing Club felt miles away now, but Terrance didn't have any better ideas. There was a second where he was almost worried about his friend, annoying as he was, but for all his sass and flirting, the boy could pack a hell of a punch. Terrance had seen him in the ring dozens of times, so he figured they were in good hands. Probably."What about Connie?" Pinky asked. The tanned girl had gone off to grab a drink in their last moments of calm, and had disappeared into the fray."I'll come back for her," Gord shouted. "Now come on!" He charged through the chaos, with Terrance and Pinky at his heels. They hardly made it five steps before they were intercepted by Damon. The jock swung a heavy fist, but Gord dodged it gracefully, and dealt a swift uppercut. He was smaller than the football player, but caught him at an angle that jerked his head upwards, and bought just enough time for the three to weave passed him.
Fists flew at him, projectiles whizzed overhead, but for the most part no one seemed to pay Terrance or Pinky any attention. As far as anyone was concerned, they weren't worth the trouble. Gord found himself ducked passed blows and throwing jabs left and right. He may have clipped some of his fellow preps, but there was no time to stop and hesitate. He felt his blood boiling. If it weren't for Terrance and Pinky, he could have taken his time beating in these paupers. Oh well - one more week, and I'll have a whole school year to show them some respect.--- "Why is everyone fighting?" Jodie offered a half-interested shrug, and downed another shot. Mandy's hands balled into fists, and when she turned to Rylie, she spoke with a voice that burned with agitation. "Oh, who the hell knows, they're always getting into this macho bullshit. These stupid boys are always ruining everything!" Amy noticed Rylie flinch. Mandy wasn't angry at her , but the head cheerleader was always snapping at people when she was in these moods. The younger girl dropped her gaze meekly, and Amy fake-coughed into her hand, hoping to draw Mandy's attention on her. She didn't like being Mandy's verbal punching bag, but at least she was used to it. "You don't think anybody'd hurt Pinky though, do you?" the latina girl ventured. "I mean, she hasn't done anything. And she's a girl and everything." "Do I look like I know!?" Though she'd expected it, Amy couldn't help but fidget under Mandy's annoyed gaze. "These guys are always getting us mixed up in this stuff! Someone could like, elbow her over and nobody'd even notice!" It certainly wasn't impossible, Amy realized. The whole thing was a mess. Tony could take a few hits (as much as she didn't want him to), but someone like Pinky?
Suddenly she was moving, turning away from the girls toward the boardwalk. Amy hardly noticed herself take a step, and then another, until Jodie called, "Honey, where are you going?" "I'm...uh...." What was she doing? What could she do? "...gonna go find Pinky...?" Amy flashed them a weak smile, then bolted toward the boardwalk as fast as her long legs would carry her. Everybody seemed to be shouting at once, words that she couldn't make out over each other, and the bangs and explosions of projectiles all around. Somewhere a spud gun went off, and shot a hunk of potato at her feet, but she managed to skip back and avoid the blow. Below the boardwalk, a second pair had fallen, and scuffled in the sand. Through the clouds they kicked up, she saw Ted pin down a greaser boy. Face-down, the boy clawed at the sand.
His hands were scarred, skin warped and pocked. Burned."TED!" The word burst from her throat like a roar. Her anger flashed, but only for a second, until his blue eyes met hers and she realized what she was doing. Her breath caught in her throat, and she stalled for a moment, before pointing off in a random direction. "Pinky went that way! Hurry!" To Amy's relief, Ted was on his feet and out of sight without a word. She made her way toward Tony, slowly, uncertainly. The Italian boy brought himself up onto all fours, gasping and spitting sand, and Amy offered him a hand."Um. Hey." --- She was probably one of the shortest people in the fray, but Josie didn't let that stop her. When she gave herself a running start, the greaser girl could pounce and tackle with enough force to send even the biggest trust fund punks sprawling. Then after a kick and a stomp, she was moving again, before they got a chance to see what had hit them. She was an arrogant one, but even Josie knew that she'd be no match for their punches head-on. Still, she tried not to let that scare her. Every time she made contact, it sent her heart fluttering. Even when she took an elbow to the face and felt the swelling above her left eye, she felt alive. It really had been too long since they'd had a good rumble.
Josie hardly noticed when she jocks showed up - suddenly they were just there, dealing punches to preps and greasers alike. So they wanted some action, too? Fine by her - the more the merrier and all that.
As she traded blows with one of the smaller jocks, a black boy whose name she didn't know, she noticed Ricky out of the corner of her eye as he tackled and rolled with the boy with the spud gun. Josie vaguely knew who he was, some rich punk who always seemed handy with flashy gadgets. She elbowed passed the jock and charged at them, but by the time she reached the two, gizmo-boy had managed to break away and get to his feet. He caught her in the forehead with the butt of his spud gun, and she choked back a swear, clutching her head."You're dead, kid!" Josie roared, and flew at him with fists flailing. His spud gun was knocked from his hands and clattered to the ground, and before she knew what was happening, the two were on the ground, rolling and punching.((HOLY SHIT LONG POST! TL;DR: Gord covers Terrance and Pinky's attempted escape, Amy dives into the mess for reasons even she isn't totally sure of. Josie's starting shit with Brent. Jodie still dgaf.Hey, should we make a list in another thread of which jock is on which side? Or do you guys think y'all can keep track?))
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Post by UnknownTerritory on Aug 25, 2013 2:39:13 GMT -5
"Ugh, AMY!!!"
Mandy turned to Rylie and Jodie, a frown heavy on her face, shoulders hunched and hands in fists. "Aren't you gonna go after her?"
Jodie took a sip of her drink, raising an eyebrow. "Amy can kick ass, she'll be fine." She passed the solo cup to Rylie as she moved gracefully over to Mandy, slipping her arm around the other's waist. "We've got this whole section to ourselves. The music is still on, the sun is still out, and the radio still works. Plus booze. We even get a nice view of a bunch of shirtless guys kicking the crap out of each other. And you're complaining." With a roll of her eyes Jodie beckoned Rylie closer. She snatched the cut from the blonde and shoved it into Mandy's hands before releasing the head cheerleader with a wide grin. "Now stop your bitchin' and enjoy the beach."
Mandy sent Jodie a glare, but regardless of how she felt about the situation she downed the drink. Then she made another and downed that too.
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Sand, sand, more sand, sand in lungs, sand in hair, sand in shoes, sand in shirt, sand in pants-- sand everywhere.
Despite his newfound hatred for sand, Tony was grateful for that large weight to be off of him as he took in deep gasps of air. Surely that oversized cafone* had broken a rib or two.
When the cloudiness in his ears started to fade-- was there fucking sand in there too?!-- Tony lifted his head, making a disgusted face when he discovered sand in his mouth that he wouldn't be able to get rid of for a month or two, surely. He could hear the fight still going on above him, behind him?, and the music that the jocks had been blasting was still playing off in the distance.
"Um. Hey."
Oh. Right. He had been distracted and that's how Ted had gotten the upper hand on him (upper hand being the more toned down way of saying he got his ass handed to him). Slowly Tony turned his head, looking at Amy and her bikini just a feet away from him, staring at him, and offering a hand.
W-well.
Tony took her hand, if only out of politeness, and she helped him to stand. The drop didn't look so bad at this angle, but judging by how his body protested every movement he made, that was a wrong assumption. Or maybe it was because he had 250 pounds of Jock land atop him.
The curses from above drew Tony away from his thoughts and he frowned at Amy, "You should not be here." He said, voice stern and forceful. "You could get hurt."
Amy didn't even seemed phased by what he said. Of course she wouldn't. She was a smart girl and she knew she could get hurt when she went running in. Regardless, Tony pressed on.
"Lea--"
"You're bleeding."
"Si, tha--"
"You got sand in your blood."
She giggled at that and Tony felt his cheeks flush with embarrassment. He quickly went to wipe the blood away with the back of his hand and discovered, yes, she was right. He had a split lip that had sand stuck to it from the blood and a bloody nose, and now he had sand in his nose.
"Merda**," He cursed and Amy giggled again. Whoever invented sand should die.
((*cafone = literally, peasant, but functions as a generic insult **merda = shit))
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Post by c10101 on Aug 25, 2013 5:51:17 GMT -5
Brant was starting to get frustrated. Who ever this crazy chick was, she could certainly throw a punch. He couldn't even remember who he wanted to fight. Oh yeah, it was Peanut. He was attempting to block her punches. Then he remembered his other gun: The Bottle Rocket Launcher. While it wasn't as good as the spud gun, it could do the job right. No, too risky. He snapped his fingers silently while blocking the blows. Of course! Theres itching powder in his back pocket. He threw some on the chick. The itching powder and its chemicals would cause Josie to itch, taking her out for the time being. He picked up the Spud Gun. Then he felt a forearm hitting the back of his neck. Ricky. That was the factor he forgot. " I warned you", Brant said. Then he noticed the chick's itching subsiding. "Oh crap." Time to get out the bottle rocket launcher.
Damon was punching down both Preps and Greasers left and right, He was interested in what would happen next. Who would fall to Damon? Then he noticed Ted getting in a skirmish with Greasers. His sixth sense took over. No matter what, his best friend would not be taken out, espically by greaseballs. He rushed over. He found Casey having trouble with Lucky De Luca. "Ted seems to be holding his own," Damon thought and rushed toward Casey. :
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Post by RotoDisk on Aug 26, 2013 12:07:50 GMT -5
"Do I look like I know!?"
Rylie expression turned to a worried one as the head cheerleader suddenly snapped at her. She knew it, she knew she should have just kept quiet instead of asking such a silly, oblivious question.
'Way to look like a total dork, Rylie!' she thought to herself, sighing as the day seemed to go from bad to worse. She caught sight of Amy running to where the crowd brawled, which quickly made Rylie even more nervous since she felt a bit more comfortable around Amy than she did Mandy and Jodie. Kirby was still nowhere to be seen, or at least he was hidden from Rylie's current view.
"Aren't you gonna go after her?" Mandy questioned to the two girls, putting Rylie on edge again. Her lips shifted to the side, not wanting to give an answer that would surely make the head cheerleader even more upset with her.
She jumped as she felt the cup Jodie had given her roughly land into her hands, splashing a bit into the sand. The blonde gave a confused look down at the red container of clear liquid; was Jodie implying she have a drink? The younger cheerleader had already looked ridiculous after having her very first shot of alcohol, but she also started to feel a bit... outgoing? Good? What was the word she was looking for...
When she went to look up back up at Jodie, the taller girl was seen wrapping her arms around Mandy's waist. Rylie quickly averted her eyes away again, blushing heavily as unpleasant thoughts wandered through her mind. The two girls were probably just having a friendly moment, but Rylie's hormones instantly started going crazy. Both girls were very attractive, and the two of them that close to each other--
"Now stop your bitchin' and enjoy the beach." Jodie suddenly called out, taking the cup from Rylie's hand just as she went to take a small sip from it and handing it back to Mandy.
The cheer captain simply huffed, downing whatever remained in the cup as her nerves were getting worked up. Aside from the music playing and the sound of groans and punches being thrown, there was an eerie silence floating where the three girls stood. The short blonde took a seat a bit close to where Jodie lay, peering back and fourth from the action and the beach as she decided maybe it would be best to keep quiet for the time being.
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Post by Big Choda on Aug 28, 2013 15:01:35 GMT -5
((To be honest Brant kicks too much ass to seem believable...I mean he's a pretty small guy who, realistically, should and would get himself destroyed by any average kid at Bullworth, yet here he holds himself pretty well. Considering his fighting abilities he should have been knocked out ages ago.))
"Hey!"
Bobby Lester woke up with a shocked expression on his face and instinctively jabbed towards the face above him. Luckily Igor Mitrovic had good reflexes, and was able to duck before Bobby hit him.
"Jesus, calm down, it's me!", Igor said. He stood up.
"I told you not to wake me up like that. What do you want?"
"There's a big fight going on at the beach. Naturally I expected you'd be there but since you weren't, I felt the duty to inform you."
All traces of Bobby's sleepiness were gone at those words and he quickly got on his feet. It was too long since Bullworth had an exciting mass fight, and he sure was not going to miss it. The two boys got on the nearest bikes and sped towards the beach. A big smile split Bobby's face as he stepped off his bike. He cracked his knuckles and wrists and looked at Igor.
"You coming?"
"Go right ahead. I prefer to watch."
"Your loss.", Bobby said and turned around and started running towards the rumble.
"Ludak!*", Igor said to himself with a grin as he watched Bobby deck a Prep in the face.
((*madman))
((Not a very good post but I had to enter the roleplay. I didn't specify which Preppie Bobby hit but if you want you can include it in your posts.))
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Post by c10101 on Aug 28, 2013 16:11:14 GMT -5
(Well there are multiple reasons for that. First of all, as I mentioned in the bio, Brant got training by Bif, whos the best boxer in Glass Jaw, and the 3rd toughest student in the school. Also, hes not particularly using his fists, rather the spud gun, which is the most powerful weapon in all of Bully. He also fights dirty, such as kicking Hal in the groin. He has been getting his a** handed to him, the only reason surviving being his ability to endure, espically with his fights with Luis, Josie, and Ricky, who have been giving him trouble for most of the roleplay, having an endurance of 8 being the reason why. He might get knocked out. I don't know for sure. But I'll admit, 5 strength is nothing to brag about. But just because hes small doesn't mean he can't fight. Jimmy was pretty small, and he was able to kick the crap out of Russell. Point is size doesn't matter.))
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Post by Big Choda on Aug 28, 2013 16:25:07 GMT -5
((It's ok as long as you keep it at spud gun + high chin. But you can't make him a fighter just because he practices boxing. Also you can't have him take much more punishment before falling. And if you've ever been in a high school fight, you realize that size DOES matter.))
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Post by c10101 on Aug 28, 2013 18:14:07 GMT -5
Brant got out his Bottle Rocket Launcher, and aimed it. "I don't want any trouble. Back away and neither of your paupers get hurt!" Ricky didn't listen. He bobbed straight for Brant. He met a bottle rocket that knocked him out cold. Darn it! Although he hated the Greasers, he still didn't want to do that. He grabbed Josie by the hand, and aimed at her at launcherpoint, so to say. "Make one move. See what happens." Josie had no choice but to comply.
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Post by professorpineapple on Aug 28, 2013 21:06:14 GMT -5
((Gonna have to side with Danilo (is it cool if I call you Danilo?) on this one - Brant does seem a little overpowered at times. You say that he's been getting beat up in the thread as well, but we never really see him in much pain or having much difficulty - just someone getting the upper hand on him sometimes, and then he bounces back and just keeps going. Watch out so that you don't overdo it. ))
She'd caught the way his eyes widened just slightly as Ricky went down. Though he threatened her in a firm voice, Josie wasn't afraid to look him in the eye. "What you gonna do, little boy?"
Not that there was much she could do at that point. With the barrel of the bottle-rocket launcher just barely grazing her skin, if that thing went off, it wouldn't be pretty. The girl could end up with a face to match Tony's, and that wasn't something she wanted to risk. But would he? It hit Josie then how crazy it would be, for someone to resort to something like this in the middle of what was just another run-of-the-mill brawl.
She narrowed her eyes at the rich kid. Crazy or not, she wasn't about to give him the satisfaction of seeing her shake. "You don't have the cojones."
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Terrance could see the sidewalk through the crowd. Finally, they were almost out of this chaos.
Suddenly Gord stumbled back, and Terrance just barely caught him. Before them stood a boy they didn't recognize - he was big, but dressed in normal street clothes, unlike the greasers or jocks who'd jumped them. It didn't matter then. Gord lurched to his feet, taking swings at the boy, despite being of slightly shorter stature. He chanced a look over his shoulder at Terrance and Pinky, and shouted, "GO!!"
Terrance hardly had the chance to process what was happening before he felt Pinky tug at his hand and drag him through the crowd. Before he knew it, his feet hit the pavement, and they were on the street. Terrance looked back, but Gord was lost in the fray. Though he'd never admit it, he hoped the idiot would be able to find his way out all right.
They jerked to a stop as Pinky collided with someone on the street - another person they didn't recognize, slightly smaller than the boy on the boardwalk, with blond hair and dressed in normal street clothes. Pinky flinched back instinctively beside Terrance, her fist raised slightly. Though she wasn't a fighter herself, the girl had been around the boxing gym enough times to pick up on some of the simpler techniques.
"What, you want in on the action too!?" She sounded almost hysterical, and Terrance got the sense that she wasn't speaking to this boy directly, just yelling into the air. "Is everybody just coming down looking to show how tough they are!? What is the matter with this place!?"
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Post by cheshacatt on Aug 28, 2013 21:41:53 GMT -5
Frantic, Gord pushed through the crowd, ducking and diving to avoid the flailing limbs coming at him from every direction. He took an elbow to the cheek and a couple of kicks to the shin as he made his way, producing an embarrassing yelp at each one. Eventually, the crowd grew sparser and he was able to move more freely, until his feet hit pavement and he was running in what he assumed was a completely different direction to Pinky and Terrance. He'd well and truly lost them now, but at least he was out. Glancing behind to make sure he was well away from the brawling throng, he stopped to catch his breath, placing his hands on his knees and looking at the ground.
"Gord."
His head snapped up to meet a familiar but thunderous face. Sebastian, untouched by the conflict, seemed to be staring down nobody in particular.
"What. Is. Happening."
Gord inhaled almost comically before releasing a stream of words at Sebastian's face. "Jocks showed up playing their awful music near our party, then the greasers came along and you know what happens when they infest everything." He panted some more before continuing. "We lost Connie then I lost Pinky and Terrance." Frowning, he cocked his head. "Wait. Where have you been all this time?"
Sebastian closed his eyes and exhaled deeply. "I was tending to some business at home." What this really meant was 'I found a moth in my shirts and spent half an hour batting at it senselessly with a fashion magazine' but he figured Gord didn't have to know that. He pinched the bridge of his nose. "Well. I think we should go and find Pinky and Terrance, don't you?"
"What about Connie?"
Somewhere deep inside, a twinge of guilt flickered in Sebastian. However, the panic bubbling up inside him at the idea of running the greaser-jock gauntlet mixed with the certainty that his good boat shoes would get ruined quickly smothered it. Suppressing this sudden surge of feeling, he gave a single meaningful look at the swarm of bodies and Gord suddenly entirely agreed with Seb's plan of action.
((Derp. I suck at writing fighting. Feel free to edit this or anything if it doesn't fit/makes no sense.))
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Post by UnknownTerritory on Aug 28, 2013 21:48:42 GMT -5
Connie was cowering near a trash can. It was a disgusting and it smelled like rancid meat, but it offered her some cover from the fists flying left and right mere feet from her. One minute she had been some-what relaxed, then the next those Greaser kids had invaded the beach. She saw her fellow Preps, bloody and bruised and dodging punches. Those Greasers tackling her friends, high-fiving one another when they got close enough. The Jocks beelined in and out of vision, some taking down the Greasers and some in a scuffle with one of the other Preps.
Pinky and Terrance were gone, the other Preps were busy with their fists, and she was alone and scared. Never before had she had reason to be frightened like she was. It wasn't for her own safety, either. She doubted anyone here would pay her any mind, let alone attempt to harm her. She worried about her fellow students, how they would fair with this fight. Would anyone get seriously hurt? She had seen fights involving students before, but nothing like... nothing quite like this. There were firecrackers going off, some landing near her that made her screech and cover her head with her hands.
This is not what she had imagined what a day at the beach would be like.
When Connie finally got the courage to look up, she spotted two Greasers, one on the ground (Oh god, he wasn't getting up!!), and one standing, being held by Sonny Brant, one of the younger Preps whom she knew little, and-- was that a gun in his hand!? Not a typical gun, but that was something that looked very dangerous, and he was pointing it at that Greaser's face!
So Connie moved, pushing herself up from her position next to the can of rubbish, storming towards Brant and the Greaser. Suddenly she wasn't afraid of a stray punch, she didn't care. What Brant was doing was dangerous!! She could NOT accept this behavior.
So she shoved him. Brant went stumbling, releasing his hold on the Greaser. She had been light on her feet-- she was so short and so skinny, she was practically unnoticed in the chaos that surrounded them, so she had taken Brant off-guard, and took that moment to rip whatever it was out of his hands.
"WHAT do you THINK you are DOING!?" She screeched, voice cracking, holding the rocket launcher with both hands close to her chest. She could feel her knees trembling, but she didn't pay it any mind.
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Mandy was on her fourth cup and was currently cheering on Ted from afar, nearly toppling over herself with excitement and possible drunkness.
Jodie sat on her towel, red solo cup in hand and laughing at her fellow cheerleader. The fight was interesting, although she had a limited view from how far she was. However, she did have a clear view of Amy and that deep fried Greaser boy, who had been talking together for a little too long in her opinion.
She couldn't help but grin at that.
After a minute she turned to Rylie, eyebrows raised and a smile on her face. The girl was so small and quiet, it was cute, but Jodie never had a proper conversation with her because she always seemed to tip-toe around what she was saying. Not that Jodie cared, not really, people were always doing that around Mandy, it was nothing new.
However, Jodie was feeling spontaneous, and maybe a little tipsy. So she turned herself to face Rylie, smiling at the petite blonde, one of those big smiles that Luis said made him nervous and horny at the same time.
"So, Rylie..." Jodie hummed , leaning forward on her knees. "What's with you and Kirby, hhmmm? Spill the beans, girl."
((SEBASTIAN HAS JOINED THE FIGHT YEA SON <33))
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Post by c10101 on Aug 29, 2013 7:25:31 GMT -5
When Connie removed the launcher out of his hand, reality went back to him. He didn't want to seriously hurt anybody, Espically a person who he didn't even know. He met Connie's question with silence. He looked at Ricky, and saw that he was no better than Hal, when he knocked out Parker. He picked up his Spud Gun. "I'm..... sorry." His next mission was to get Parker, and get the hell out of here. He no longer had rage as a distraction. He suddenly felt every single blow he had gotten on the beach. It felt horrible. He could barely control his senses. He limped to Parker, and hoisted him over his shoulder. He slowly got out of the Beach area. Where to take him to? Infirmary, thats a start. That was the last thought he had on the beach.
When Damon entered the fray between Casey and Lucky, It was over from there. Lucky could hold his own against Casey, but it wasn't easy. It became impossible when Damon entered. He quickly delivered a football tackle, then a hard punch to the jaw. Lights out. Who was next to fight?
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Post by professorpineapple on Sept 1, 2013 2:38:39 GMT -5
((Nice save )) It all seemed to happen so fast. One minute Josie was waiting for her face to be blown off, then suddenly this petite, delicate-looking girl stood before her, clutching the weapon and glaring after Josie's attacker as he stalked off and was lost to the crowd. Josie realized her breath had been caught in her throat, and felt herself pant. The sudden hit of adrenaline made her quiver, but she stood up tall and proud, hoped the girl wouldn't notice. She opened her mouth to thank her, but then she noted the fine quality of her clothes and realized that she was one of Derby's. Josie gave a confident laugh. "Friend of yours?" Before the girl could answer, someone fell into her back - one of the redheaded jocks. Josie didn't see who he'd been fighting. She wasn't quick enough to catch the dark-haired girl before she fell, and landed on her knees with a yelp. The jock was back on his feet in seconds, and hardly seemed to notice who he'd crashed into.Fuckin' rude!Josie pounced him.--- After letting him catch his breath for a moment, Amy grabbed Tony by the elbow. "C'mon, we gotta go." "Go?" "Outta here." She tried to tug him, but felt him resist. Tony looked a wreck, covered in sand and fresh blood over old burns. He shook his head. "I can't leave...but you go. Is not safe here," Amy bit her lip and sighed. She knew how she must have looked to him - nagging, controlling, stubborn. Tony'd been in plenty of fights before, and she knew he could hold his own. Besides, it wasn't like they were dating or anything. She had no right trying to boss him around when she couldn't even talk to him in front of her friends.
Still, she didn't want to leave him alone in a place like this. She chanced a glance back at her friends on their end of the beach, and saw Jodie staring her way, though it was hard to say for sure. Amy let go of Tony's arm as though it'd bit her, and grabbed him by the front of his jacket with both hands, twisting him to look at her. She hoped it didn't look friendly from where the other cheerleaders stood, or to any of the other jocks who might happen to look her way. Even so, it was hard to ignore the way the unburned patches of his skin flushed red. "Listen, I can't just go," Amy said, "My friend is here somewhere. Pinky. Rich girl, short hair, thinks she's a princess. I'm not leaving without her." She let him go with a little shove, and started toward the walkway that lead up to the top of the boardwalk. Amy didn't know what she expected to gain from any of this - of course he wasn't going to come with her, and with all her friends swarming around in the chaos, there wasn't much she could do to help him without somebody noticing. It had been a stupid idea. If anything, she hoped she'd be able to find Pinky before anything bad happened.
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Big Choda
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Post by Big Choda on Sept 1, 2013 15:04:43 GMT -5
((No problem. But only if you tell me your name )) Bobby brought down Chad after a brief fight and decided to leave the rumble. This wasn't his business after all; all he wanted to do was have some fun, and that's what he did. But he sure as hell wasn't gonna get caught by cops because of some Greaser-Prep thing. He walked up the stairs where Igor was still standing. He wiped the blood off his lip."That was quick" , Igor said. He climbed on the bike."I've had my fun." "Wanna go get a beer at my place?" "Sure." Igor's home was an apartment nearby, so it didn't take a lot for them to reach it. His father was the only one home. He was watching a soccer game and sipping a can of beer. Bobby sat on the couch while Igor went into the kitchen where he discovered a bottle of liquor on the counter."To čiča opet posl'o radžu, a?*" , he said."Šljiva. Dobra je.**" Igor poured three shots and brought them to the living room. Bobby sniffed the drink only to get an irritated "it's not poison!" from Igor, who downed his drink along with his father, before Bobby managed to do so himself.((*Uncle sent radža again? (radža = rakija) **Plum. It's good. It's a bit of an offtopic post but I needed to do something that doesn't strictly concern the Bullworth Academy. Don't try to pronounce any of what I wrote, you'll fail.))
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