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Post by c10101 on Sept 1, 2013 19:21:02 GMT -5
Before he left, Brant remembered one more thing that needed to be done. Bryce and Justin were knocked out, and Pinky was possibly in danger. He heard about that "call me Pinky!" graffiti in the Girl's Dorm made by the Greasers. If anyone of those greaseballs got their hands on Pinky, it wouldn't be pretty. He quickly went over to Bryce and Justin and slapped them both awake. "Time to wake up, sleepy-heads. We got a girl to save." Bryce and Justin quickly complied. Derby, thinking Johnny was out cold, dived off the boardwalk onto Peanut. Peanut groaned in pain. As Peanut got up, Tad delivered a few jabs to Peanut, followed by a roundhouse kick. Then out of nowhere, like a bat out of hell, Lefty showed up, broken board in hand. He smacked Derby in the leg with it, followed by a smack to face for Tad. "Time to get some payback!"
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Post by c10101 on Sept 8, 2013 13:00:41 GMT -5
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Post by professorpineapple on Sept 16, 2013 0:52:46 GMT -5
((I've said it once before, but please don't post separate OOC messages right after making an IC post. The little scissors icon at the top of each of your posts can be used to modify your posts, so you can go back and edit them. If you want to leave an OOC message after already publishing your post, please modify the IC post and add your message onto the end of it. Please don't clog the RP boards with two-word messages ))The police cars seemed to all pop up at once, sirens wailing and lights flashing. By the time the first shouts of "RUN! COPS!" rang out over the boardwalk, the officers were already stepping out onto the curb. The chaos seemed to move in double time, preps and greasers and jocks all pushing passed each other for cover, save for a few stubborn brawlers who continued to trade blows. One of the officers shouted something through a megaphone, but the words were garbled under all of the noise and confusion.
Josie whirled, saw Connie standing and clutching the bottle rocket launcher, her eyes wide. Instinctively, Josie knocked the incriminating gadget out of her hands, and grabbed her by the elbow. "We gotta go!" She lead the charge through the crowd, bumping against larger bodies until she felt like a pinball, but kept her grip on Connie tight. They made it to the sidewalk, where Josie had left her racing bike on its side on the ground. She heaved it up, and chanced a glance over her shoulder. Her stomach dropped.
Johnny and Ted were wrestled into the back of a cop car, yelling and swearing. It took four officers to get the doors shut. Just one officer had Derby Harrington in cuffs, who stood perfectly still, but his face was darkened with rage and Josie could faintly hear him even over all the commotion. "My father will hear about this! And so will his lawyer! Best in the country, I hope you know!" Josie swallowed hard, and mounted her bike before anyone noticed her. She looked to Connie and said, "Hop on!" There wasn't time for questions. The lighter girl perched up onto Josie's handlebars, and she peddled off down the block, no particular destination in mind. Her mind raced. Three of the school's most powerful students were in handcuffs, just days before the start of the new school year. Bullworth was never a very stable place to begin with, and she had a feeling that this little incident was only going to make things worse.((Sorry my posts have been so janky lately;; By the way, my name is Lini, so any of y'all can call me that if you'd like!))
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Post by UnknownTerritory on Sept 16, 2013 19:56:51 GMT -5
Everything was going fast and Connie couldn't move. Her toothpick legs were shaking as she stood there in the middle of the brawl, a rocket launcher clutched to her chest. Her vision was morphed into a sea of reds and blues, the sirens drowned out by the teenagers tripping over one another trying to flee. Two people bumped into her as they ran. Everything was going so fast.
She was going to be arrested. Of course she was, she was standing there holding a weapon. Mommy and Daddy would yell at her, she'd be a disgrace, but running just made her look even more guilty. Maybe she could explain the situation to the cops, but then they would want names, and she couldn't be a snitch.
She wouldn't tell on anybody, but that meant that she would be arrested and be in lock up and oh god she was going to vomit. Her arms trembled and her breathing began to quicken. The air felt so thick, so musky from everyone close together on this hot summer day, she was going to suffocate and no one would notice because everyone was running away.
And then the rocket launcher was out of her grasp and that Greaser-- girl?-- had her by the hand, swerving through the crowd of people. Connie wanted to ask what she was doing. Running away only made them seem more guilty, but her protests was lost in the sounds of tumbling feet and cursing of their peers.
When they finally came to a halt Connie finally noticed her left shoulder hurt. A lot. She vaguely remembered someone running passed her and slamming into her shoulder, but she couldn't place a face, or even a clique. The Greaser girl that decided to help her looked over her should and, when he face grew pale, Connie followed her gaze.
Oh. Oh no. This-- this was not good. It hadn't meant to go like this and yet-- and yet they were being arrested. Maybe... Maybe she could run over and explain the situation, try to get them out of trouble, but then the Greaser girl told her to get on that bike and Connie didn't even think twice about it.
As they road away, heart pounding and knees shaking, Connie didn't dare look behind her at the chaos.
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The sound of sirens was nothing new to Tony, it was a given when you set fires, small or large, so the instinct to run was almost second nature. He was mid-step when he stopped, turned on his heel, and ran after Amy, grabbing her arm and pulling her away from the boardwalk a little more roughly than intended.
"Okay, sí, we go." He said, walking a brisk pace towards the lighthouse, still holding onto Amy. "We keep sight out for Pin-Pinky?" He paused, processing the name, his steps slowing as he did. "Pinky, but we go now."
Tony dragged her along like a rag doll, keeping out of sight from the police almost expertly, slipping up the path behind the lighthouse. He finally stopped, letting himself catch his breath (he was no Jock), and finally he realized his grip on Amy wasn't as light as intended.
His face heated up in a blush and he let go as if she had suddenly burned him and he took a long step back, looking at her, eyes wide as he panted.
"M-mi dispiace*..." The Greaser panted, fingers twitching before disappearing inside his jeans pockets.
((*Mi dispiace = I'm Sorry))
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Post by c10101 on Sept 17, 2013 15:55:57 GMT -5
Brant found Pinky just in time. " Theres no time to explain! We gotta get out of here! I'll distract the fuzz." Brant gave Parker to Bryce. The Preps quickly got out. Brant smiled and pulled out his spud gun, preparing to fight like he should have on the day the Bullies beat him up. He quickly took a sniper position, and fired at all cops. They could't locate him. He eventually knocked out one. That was the last thing he saw before he saw a huge fist hit him.
(Sorry for the lack of quality in my posts. I will work on that. Also any one can decide who hit Brant.)
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Post by c10101 on Nov 1, 2013 15:42:25 GMT -5
Brant woke up. "What happened?" He couldn't remember what happened. First thing he remembered was the fight. The knockout, The Greaser and Prep chicks. The guilt from the incident was long gone. He groaned in anger over how that pristine launcher was stolen, and in pain from the wounds from last night. Then he looked at his surroundings. Harrington House. Someone brought him back. Likely Justin and Bryce. He didn't care. His first goal, get that damn bottle rocket launcher back. Second, get some payback on the roid ragers who favored the greaseballs, and the greaseballs, themselves. But wait. He couldn't just storm into the girl's dorm to get the launcher. and he certainly couldn't go into Greaser and/or Jock territory. He would get teared limb from limb, and record from record in both cases. Hm. for the first option, he could get another one. No. That launcher was important to him like a rifle to a U.S. Marine, Full Metal Jacket style. The second, Time to break Derby out wherever he was. "Ugh..." Derby woke up. Oh great. He was in jail. Mum and Dad would not be happy with this. He was likely to be released in a day or two. Officer Williams came up and told him, " You little scumbag, a rich kid thinking he's so lucky. You are. You could have been killed out there, You know that? Oh and forget bail, I got phoned your parents, they say this will teach not to get involved in this crap! You're gonna be in here for two days. And well, if someone breaks you out, fine. But you do it again and we catch you, we'll make sure you don't get a breakout." Williams left, and Derby checked to see if he had any other cell-mates. Wonderful. Johnny Vincent, leader of the greaseballs. He didn't come to from that brutal beating Derby laid on him. "Well lets hope that someone comes for me." Derby thought.
Damon smirked. The total carnage was great. Greasers, Preps, all got beatings one way or another. Poor Ted though. He got quite a licking. He didn't see him at the dorm. Most likely at the school infirmary. Casey and Juri brought him back. Oh well. He could serve in his place while Ted's away. It was actually easy to get him out of jail. He simply took money from all the people he beat up! And they call him an idiot? He bribed one of the cops, and surely enough, he got him out. Oh, this was a wonderful feeling.
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