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Post by DJKID on May 11, 2010 14:25:20 GMT -5
(( OK, Sam, I fixed half of your post before I just got bored. Seriously, we did not need to know every single detail of her morning ritual. Also, it's odd for a bully to help a nerd. ))
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Post by Sammy Winchester on May 11, 2010 21:12:05 GMT -5
(( OK, Sam, I fixed half of your post before I just got bored. Seriously, we did not need to know every single detail of her morning ritual. Also, it's odd for a bully to help a nerd. )) Oh,well okay and I know it is weird but she felt bad I guess or they were yelling when she was listening to her MP3 player and she could hear them over the earphones which made her..angry? Ah I don't know I'll fix it.
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Post by Sammy Winchester on May 11, 2010 21:40:26 GMT -5
((Could i ask, Sammy Winchester, for you to re-read your posts after you're done before you post? That one had quite a few bits that didn't make any sense :S Also, less product placement please? I mean, I understand that people are trying to flesh out their characters, but Paramore, Ipods, Gucci and Jimmy Choos don't exist in Fallout world. These things can be replaced with descriptions such as "A band shirt", "MP3 player" or "Designer shoes" And Fanon is Canon with an F. Besides that, Welcome new comer)) Sarcastic, are we? Kay thought feverishly, while her pencil skittered across the page, taking notes in a manic fashion. Her mood was darkening again. The new girls was wearing Aquaberry. That was two she'd seen today. What the hell was happening? All the rich daddies started investing in the school again? She couldn't be annoyed with rich self absorbed twats today.
There was a small "Plink!" and Kay's head shot up. She turned around furiously. She saw Bucky waving timidly. Kay scowled at him and rubbed the back of her head where the small metal object had hit her. He pointed at the floor. Kay looked down beside her chair. She ducked quickly and picked up the screwed up paper wrapped around a coin. "Asked Beatrice out. Said no." It read. Kay's shoulder slumped slightly, her anger subsiding. She looked up at her friend. He pressed his lips together grimly. Kay looked down at Beatrice. Last term, she'd been decidedly horrible to old Bea. She didn't feel so nasty. She's been crying already this morning. Harassment from Mandy. Kay stuffed the note into her pencil case and continued working. Maybe she'd organise a scrabble or chess tournament to cheer her nerdy friends up. The holidays have got to be boring when you don't have any friends back home. Or in mandy's case, Any Jimmy. Oh dang it, was that Watts asking a question? Kay's heart leapt. As Kay looked at the teacher nervously Sam joined in. ''What Kay is about to say is, Yes, red light doesn’t - that’s why blood looks black under water because all the red light has been soaked up by the upper layers of water.'' ''Yes? And what else I may need an answer from Kay,let me get my book hold on.'' As Mr.Watts turned around looking for the pages of answers, Sammy wrote a note and passed it on to Kay within 29 seconds. It was written in yellow highlight which was hard to see. It said, '' Say ''there’s nothing to reflect off the red blood, so it looks black.'' Kay tried to hard to understand what it said but got it, When Mr.Watts returned she finally speaked ''Uh, And...'' Her eyes tightened and she wouldn't stop pausing while reading each words as she held the paper under her desk. ''Theres nothing... to.. Reflect off red blood ..so it looks ...black.'' ''Hm,I think its right I can't seem to find my book.'' He scratched his scalp. He paused for a long time but just gave in. ''Okay you have got it right, I think. Wheres that sloppy book at!?.'' He was returning back to his desk looking for the book but at his 3 step there the bell rang,finally. --------------------------------------------- Sammy pressed the button with her palms and began to drink out of the fountain when her shoulder was tapped again. She got surprised and jumped up , when she turned she realised it was the girl earlier from the class. ''Oh it's you.'' She said as she scraped her shoulder. ''I don't have a disease you know.'' ''I know,I just-'' ''Why did you help me?'' ''What are you talking about?'' ''Earlier in class the whole Mr. Watts thing.'' ''Oh, I...I'' ''What?'' ''I stole the book.'' ''You stole his chemistry book?'' ''Yeah just because I'm some prep doesn't't mean I'm smart, I mean I'm not saying I'm a retard but Its hard to study when there people in the Library that smell like urine.'' Bucky passed by and frowned.'' I mean if I walk in there people will automatically think I'm some nerd. ''Well,you don't have to be so mean to people.'' ''I didn't't say that kid specifly did I?'' ''No, but I hang out with them and I'm fine.How can you just judge someone with one look.'' ''More like smell for that Fat kid.'' ''What!?'' ''I'm sorry okay,It's a joke chill.'' She held out her hand.''I'm Sammy Winchester.'' (I know this is not how Kay acts,I'll practice more.)
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Post by Sammy Winchester on May 11, 2010 22:43:09 GMT -5
Jake glanced at her hand for a moment before looking back at her and smiled slightly as his hand reached out to take it in a firm shake. "Pleasure Roxy, but I don't believe in coincidence" He'd let go before continuing to speak. "If you say I don't owe you anything than that's fine, but if you ever do need help. Come find me, I'll probably be at the fountain. I don't mind helping out my first friend here...and the only person who so far hasn't looked like he/she wanted to kill me." The Bell chose that time to ring and Jake knew he probably needed to get to class and turn to walk away, leaving a few parting words for Roxy. "I'll see ya around Roxy, gotta go stuff some marbles in some kids lockers while there in class." And with that would walk away and set out on his little mission before class. (After talking with Kay) Sam looked around the black haired boy the short kid was talking about. After pacing through the whole school for 30 minutes she finally found him. She ran up to him and scarred him from Behind. He turned around and folded his hands. ''Hey!?'' She took a deep breath ''You must be Jacob Right? Well,I need some weapons, how much? And what do you have?'' She standed up strait and waited for the smaller boy reply. (I know really short,but I feel like I shouldn't talk for your character, I kinda suck at RPing other characters but I'm trying to practice.)
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Post by theaterdude45 on May 12, 2010 1:04:50 GMT -5
Jake felt a swell of disappointment rise in his chest as the girl asked him what he had. “Sorry, had to blow up most of the merchandise this morning and I need the rest…come back tomorrow though and I’ll have plenty that you can buy…scuse me, I need to head somewhere.” Jake would say before turning to leave the hall and the school itself, having another destination in mind. --------------------------------------------------
Jake stepped inside the Library after class was over, wearing another trench coat since his old one was destroyed. He’d begin looking around, his green eyes looking out over the stiff librarian who was giving him a weary eye but looked away once she got a taste of Jake’s charming smile and he’d begin looking around.
’One of them has to be here…they said this was Nerd’s hangout…what’s that smell?’ He paused as his nose scrunched as he caught a rather putrid smell of…urine? “Ewww”
“I know that’s the usual reaction.”
“Gaaah!” Jake nearly jumped out of his skin and his body twisted around with his arm raised, his elbow just stopping millimeters away from smashing into the boy’s big circular glasses who let out a scared whimper as he flinched and what he saw was a rather big boy wearing large circular glasses a green Bullworth uniform with unzipped pants that looked to have a dried up-stain of…guess? He put his arm down and turned to fully face the nerd.
“Okay first off, never sneak up on me. I’ve had enough of surprises in this school to last awhile and I grew up in L.A so surprises don’t sit well with me.”
Algernon nodded frantically as he took a step back before speaking again. “S-Sorry”
“No problem, now your Algernon correct?”
Algie was surprised to actually hear somewhat speak his actual name besides his fellow amigos. “Uhh yeah, what’s it to you?”
“I have a proposition for you and your fellow nerds, I would like to sell you some equipment” Jake pulled out a single firecracker from one of his pockets and held it up to Algie. “Firecrackers, cheap and guaranteed to put a stop in any Jock’s tracks along with plenty of other weapons I could sell to you and your friends.”
Algernon than decided to let out a rather loud snort as he chuckled and a rather arrogant looking grin appeared on his face as he crossed his arms in a smug fashion. “Thanks, but no thanks. Why would we want some pretty boy’s firecracker duds and poor excuses for stink bombs when we can make perfectly good weapons ourselves?” Jake’s grin stretched and there seemed to be a hint of malice behind those forest greens as he took a step closer to Algie, making him rather uncomfortable under his tense gaze. “I’d be careful of what I’d say to certain people…and just because I’m not covered in zits and wear glasses doesn’t mean there’s nothing but air under this ‘pretty’ little head of mine.” ’God he really stinks.’
He took a step back than to at least not get as much of the stench before speaking again. “Tell you what…After today’s classes. Get all your friends here and we’ll do a little experiment to see whose equipment is more effective…my ‘firework duds’ or your high-grade explosives…if your brain is as big as I think it is than you shouldn’t have a problem winning against a ‘pretty boy’ and if you guy’s win…I’ll be at the Nerd’s utter mercy for the whole school year…but if I win. You get your stuff from me from now on…” His hand reached out to shake Algie’s. “Tell me what your leader thinks…and if he agrees than this goes on…do we have a deal?” Jake would finish with that familiar smile…charming as ever despite the cut and Algernon’s won zit-ridden face smiled back and he’d take his hand.
“Deal.”
Jake's grin grew and Algernon had a minor yet ominous feeling that he might have made a mistake, but of course he pushed it aside...after all, who would suspect a pretty boy to be smarter than a nerd? "Excellent."
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Post by AshHavynn on May 12, 2010 4:00:41 GMT -5
((lol hi just kind of throwing REL in here. Looks like she missed all of first period, too))
"Come on, REL. Move it. You've already missed some school on the first day," the blonde house assistant complained, fixing her skirt and tapping her heels. She stood at the staircase--the rather large, gaudy and golden gilded staircase--of the New England Wigglesworth Estate--a name just as gaudy and uppity as the home itself, and its inhabitant. Soon enough, the mildly frustrated 15-year-old emerged from the top of the staircase, gliding down as if she were descending to her prom date--which she was not, of course, but it didn't change her enchanting and frivolous stature.
"Blue just isn't my color. You know blue isn't my color, right, Loretta?" The teen took on a light, animated English accent, one not shared by Loretta, who carried a more alto, brassy voice, not harsh, but stronger and older. REL stopped at a mirror and frowned.
"The dress code doesn't state anywhere that you have to wear a color you hate, REL."
"Yes, but the local monarchy will like me for it. It's like a huge, ugly beacon of mutual respect that all the upper class students adhere to this... this argyle tragedy.." The was a pause. Loretta's tension, folded arms and tapping foot had no effect on REL's world of casual self-concern. "I suppose it isn't horrid, or anything... but this hue just makes my skin look so... harsh. Don't you think, Loretta?"
"Yes, yes, that's all well and good, but if you don't quite promptly get your lovely lady self seated in my car, I will be late for coffee with Eric."
Suddenly, attention was had. REL spun on heel, still in the middle of the stairs, and put her hands on the railing to look down at the maid. "Oh~! You're going on a date?!"
"It's juuuust coffee, RE." She stressed 'just.'
"My lord, Loretta, why didn't you SAY you were going on a date!? You're 32 and not yet married, and when was the last time you..." Loretta's unamused expression cut the prep's sentence short.
"I''m not discussing this with a teenager. Get in the car. Please."
"Oh, with all speed, darling."
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She couldn't get out of the car fast enough--the housemaid nearly threw her out. Now Loretta spent enough time with REL to be considered an ally, and she was a relatively trusted and respected individual, but there were still certain lines not to be crossed in order for her to keep her job. She managed to shoo the spoiled brat without offending her, and the car raced off just -almost- unfashionably. REL straighted her skirt--much too short for the comfort of dresscode and barely made tolerable by a pair of skintight biking shorts of a sort underneath.
She click-clacked on across the pavement, her unacceptable footwear with unnecessarily tall heels singing songs to alert any potential suitors to her arrival--after all... She had arrived. That was the whole point. With every click, she locked on to a new target, analyzing, assessing, judging every move.
'He's cute... She's a bitch, she's a bitch... He's pretty hot... That one's smart--get him to do my homework.. That one looks tough, but I bet he doesn't see many cute girls. Wonder how much it'll take to cozy up next to him and have a personal body guard... He... Oh. They're vicious. Moving along. I need... "friends"'
She spotted her first victim. Gee, there were a lot of cute guys in this new school... all tough and ferocious looking.. But the men, they won't be a problem. It's always the -females- that start the big fights. So if there's ever a time to make girl-connections... it's... now. She began approaching her target--some tiny blonde child with a leather cap, looking right like a mod's teddy bear. She seemed to be the last person leaving a classroom, fidgeting with her bag of books uncomfortably, more focused on that trivial bag of nothing than the people all about her. Red eyes flickered as she put on a smirk and lengthened her stride, but the warpath was broken--or obliterated, more appropriately, by a tall, stocky... girl? The collision was too fast to take in details, but she was big, clunky, and angry--and that's ALL REL needed for a first impression. The crash did little but stumble Kay; REL fell straight to the floor, skinny legs a tangled mess and skirt all ajar...
OH. Right. Tripping on your first day of school is a no-no, unless you want to look like a dweeb. Immediately, REL sat up and threw both arms around one leg, hugging it to her chest and rocking back and forth. Now she was a victim. Now she was just some poor child in Aquaberry, injured by some ogre. Already, unfamiliar voices were clamoring in the background as to what exactly was going on--and they sounded -rich.- Good. Fucking. Show.
((MONSTERRRRRR POSSTTTT. urghurgg this is how you know Ash is back T_T))
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Post by Memai on May 12, 2010 4:12:04 GMT -5
"Why, in God's good name, COULDN'T that nasty terrible thing with pom-poms leave me alone?" Roxy quietly muttered to herself as she fidgeted with her bag. Mandy was a kind soul, putting a glob of unidentifiable goo all inside her good book bag. Her good, nice, expensive book bag. Sure, whatever that purple, sticky, stinking thing was, it could've washed easy off the leather.
Not so much the lining inside.
While the bag could always be washed, she was pretty sure she had to go and get some new textbooks. And perhaps a new cellphone. But as she kept wiping her hands, applying her hand sanitizer and realizing that tissue packs only carry a finite number of sheets, she heard, what appeared to be, a start of a fight.
Oh my.
Roxy knew better. Roxy always, always knew better than to get in the middle of fights. She would sit on these nice, safe steps and continue to wipe her hands, until she saw Kay get into a particularly aggressive position.
It was then, Roxy wanted to give herself a mental kick to the head, if it wasn't for the fact that she was already running towards REL and Kay, yelling, "PLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASE DON'T FIGHT! Can't we just talk?"
Imagine her embarrassment when nothing even happened yet.
Now SHE was the victim.
Messed that one up right and proper, didn't you, Roxanne?
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Post by AshHavynn on May 12, 2010 4:30:37 GMT -5
'WELL HELL this is going to be easier than previously mentioned... the tart's a peace freak, and she's running right up with waving arms and pathetic face.'
At the scene was some Aquaberry clad boy with OVERTLY slicked pomade hair, and another with quite an uninteresting face, though he had his head tilted back far enough to look down his nose into -outer space-. Well, at least there were two, and only one Goliath. Rightly, she couldn't get mad at REL for -falling on the ground- and she flashed those pretty little heels as if they made her more credible.
Regardless, a quick decision must be made: The decision being- this woman will not be on the list of potential servants. You have a higher audience, you know.
"Oooouahh," the dark-skinned girl whined, the end of the pathetic sound turning somewhat bitter quite quickly. "Really? For first impressions you must try to break my leg? The courtesy!" She reserved a certain amount of poison for just in case the exchange went sour--and no, this, to miss Wigglesworth, is not already sour. For the record, a lucky girl in stilettos only went down with a marked knee, and not a sprained ankle, but she was going to play her injured card as long as possible. It still hurt.
((Preps at scene are Justin and Tad. Justin's radiowave shiny hair always gets me.))
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Post by Memai on May 12, 2010 7:15:24 GMT -5
(( Justin's hair ogod ;___; ))
Roxy quickly noticed REL's cry of pain and was by her side in no time, "Oh my goodness! Are you alright?"
"Just... ooouh, fine," REL let out a fake wince of pain, forcing out just enough tears to look like she was fighting them back, "But I think... ooouch.... my ankle! It hurts!"
"Let me have a look at that." Roxy traced her fingers to REL's ankle, applying pressure gently, remembering the little mental notes she made when stealing pages off her father's journal. "Does it hurt here?"
"Ye--"
"NOW WAIT JUST A COTTON'PICKIN' MINUTE," Kay stomped on the ground, staring down at the two girls irritably. Today is JUST not her day, is it? First she gets up with a crap mood, then some new kid drama, the Beatrice starts some shit up and now this?!
This was insane and going on for much longer than it had to.
"Who the hell do you think you are, princess?" Kay's eyes were locked straight onto the skinny, dark girl and her shorter, much paler friend, "Cause unless you're some fucking dignitary from some fucking important mission or whatthehellever, I ain't bending down and apologizing for your absurd clumsiness!"
REL was outright offended, how DARE she!
"Oh but..." Roxy piped up, REL couldn't help but to smirk inwardly, "I'm... I'm sure it's just an a-a-accident! I'm sure nobody meant any harm!"
(( Oh Kay <3 ))
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Post by Chelsea Saughton on May 12, 2010 7:48:05 GMT -5
((STOP RIGHT THERE. I'm revoking all control of Kay from anyone apart from the Admins (DJ, Ash, Mems). Sorry Sammy, but you got Kay all wrong. :/ I'll let it slip just now because i can't fix it without messing up the story-line, but to be honest, Kay would have simply skelped her for stealing her chance to sow off in class, rather than be in awe of her ANYWAY BACK TO THE LOL!DRAMA))
Kay's face contorted in fury. She knew who REL was to see, but she often made a bee-line in the opposite direction if they happened to cross paths. Kay knew that REL was bad mojo.
"I happen to know-" Kay's chest swelled like it did whenever she was showing off things that she knew "-that woman is a psychopath, and probably did mean it."
Roxy looked frightened. Kay was positively horrifying. She was some kind of tower of terror.
"I'm sure-" She began timidly beforebeing cut through with a huge wail from REL.
Suddenly there was the sound of footsteps behind Kay.
"What's going on here?" Seth boomed. His hand shot forward and grabbed Kay's wrist.
"What the-?"
REL's face flickered briefly, a harpie's smile. But then she was crying again.
"That woman!" She shrieked.
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Post by AshHavynn on May 12, 2010 13:23:04 GMT -5
'A psycopath? Really? Darling, -brains- do not make one insane. We have -emotions- for that.'
This is unfortunate. Seems miss pure-of heart is the nursey kind and fake wounds aren't going to go over well with an entourage of healing hearts. This was going to get dirty a lot sooner than originally intended.
While Seth was having his 'word' (read: shout-fest) with Kay, REL noticed the Aquaberry duo moving in to see what was going on--only a small part of a now somewhat growing crowd of onlookers.
"I -fell- because of THAT girl!" She wailed and hugged her leg, placing forehead to knee dramatically.
Kay was not in the mood for this bullshit. "Oh, what the FU-" she whipped her head round to address the girl feining her pain, but her speech was cut off by an egg. In. Her. Face. Practically in her wide open mouth. It didn't matter that they didn't recognize her--it was a fellow finely dressed member of the Aquaberry elite, and she had been viciously -attacked- by this lowlife. The nerd seethed as she spat out pieces of shell and wiped yolk from her face. There was even egg in her suns--oh god forbid! Forget the hair, there was egg on her sunglasses.
REL seized the moment to back up her lies, and with a frightened face, she scrambled up with much staggering trouble and limp ran in her good heels towards her saviors with their egg cartons.
'Breathe. Breathe. A few more steps... now.'
She dug her "bad" heel into the cracked and lopsided concrete and forced herself to the ground, letting out an enormous wail as she did. She had just forced a sprain on her ankle, using the trip being from running with an already hurt ankle as a cover. The witch curled into the fetal position and sobbed dramatically. She did hate playing victim. She'd have to find some kind of water to hold over this Giant's head.
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Post by Chelsea Saughton on May 12, 2010 18:21:58 GMT -5
"WAAARGH!"
Kay spat slimy egg out of her mouth and clawed it out of her hair. She plucked her sunglasses off her head and stared at them, mouth still open. She slowly, carefully folded them up and slid them into the breast pocket of her shirt, under her astronomy club sweater vest.
Seth seemed confused for a split second before Kay wreched a stink bomb out of her pocket, smacked a shovel-like over her mouth and nose and smashed it on the ground.
Putrid green gass with the smell of month-rotten eggs engulfed them. The preps choked, doubled over, wretching. Seth backed away instinctively, momentarily forgetting his duty.
Kay launched herself at one of the Preps. Justine or Julia or whatever the fuck his man-girl name was. They tumbled to the ground. She gave him a quick, short, sharp headbutt before standing up again.
Then the coolness of it all took a nose dive as she leapt upon a near-by wall and stood with her feet apart and hands on her hips.
"This incident will be avenged! You mark my words, heathens!" She announced.
REL picked up on it, through her overly dramatic crocodile tears as something people said during GnG (Although, she'd sooner eat a boxful of rip-off designer shoes than admit she'd even heard of the low-life game).
In fact, most people recognised her move for it's astronomical lameness.
Before the gass cloud cleared away, Kay bolted off, gone before the cloud could clear.
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"That was like, EXPONENTIALLY COOL, Kay!" Donald cried. Fatty had seen the whole thing and recounted it for al the Nerds to hear.
Kay smiled smugly. They were inside the observatory, sitting on some boxes, Kay with her feet up and arms folded. She truly felt like the cat that got the cream.
"Awwwww I wish I had the opportunity to say an awesome line like that," Bucky moaned. He was sitting beside Kay. Opposite Beatrice.
"I hope the Wigglesworth girl wasn't hurt too badly," She fretted, avoiding Bucky's gaze deliberately.
"Ach she wasn't hurt at all." Kay sneered. "It was all some kind of elaborate plot to get me in trouble."
"I'm glad we've started off the year with a decent track record. Maybe it will set the tone for the entire year? Maybe we're close to conquering the school!" Earnest exclaimed, rubbing his hands together.
"Yeah, until I get Biff'd tomorrow," Kay snorted. "They'll definitely release the hound for that."
"Hahaha! I get it Kay! I get it!" Melvin guffawed "Because he does boxing it makes him a Boxer Dog, which is why you called him a hound!"
"Yeah..." Kay lied, unconvincingly. "That's what I meant..."
"They might hire Jimmy Hopkins to do it... you know how he's king of the school now!" Beatrice said, flustered. Everyone stopped muttering and the room was enveloped in a sinking atmosphere. They collectively eyed Bucky warily. He was starting to go red in the face.
His skinny fists and arms shook. "WELL!" He said in a strangled voice, glaring at Beatrice. "MAYBE-" He choked in anger a little. He looked like he couldn't think of anything bad enough to say. "MAYBE YOU SHOULD GO... KISS JIMMY HOPKINS!"
Everyone was stunned. Kay looked over her shoulder at Bucky, who had visibly deflated and had taken off his glasses to wipe, biting down hard on his lip.
Kay looked at Beatrice. Her eyes had filled up behind her glasses and she'd gone spectacularly red also.
"So i think you guys should set up the GnG board," Kay said suddenly.
"Yeah, yeah." They murmured. They shuffled into life.
Kay, the ever hero, wanted to split herself in two and help both of them. However, Bucky had just marched out of the door, so she was left with no option but to speak to Beatrice.
"Bea?" She asked gently.
"Yes?" She replied, her voice cracking under the weight of her tears.
"Uh, is there anything wrong? I mean, hell, that was a crazy thing just there." Kay said, adding a breath of laughter to keep it light-hearted.
"I wish it didn't have to be this way!" Beatrice wailed. "But it is! And he just doesn't see that!"
Kay watched her wipe her eyes for a bit.
"I mean... It's not wrong that my heart should belong to another." She explained. "But he won't give up! It hurts me to hurt him, and i wish he could see that too!"
"I don't think he'll ever see it, to be honest. He's pretty smitten, Bea. And I need to be honest - I have no idea what you see in that Hopkins kid. He looks like a dwarf. Who tried to stop a freakin' bus. With his FACE."
Beatrice shook her head. "He's just got the 'bad' factor that Bucky doesn't have! Bucky thinks that wearing three watches to keep perfect time is 'out there' and 'wild'."
"If I'm honest, I think that's pretty cool..."
"But it's not... And i feel like I'm resigning myself to being a loser all my life if i don't aim high in my love interests." She sighed.
"Look," Kay shrugged and stuffed her hands in her pockets. "I'm not berating you for loving someone else. I know it hard... being... well, you, but Bucky is a NICE person. Jimmy Hopkins is an ass. Fair enough, you can't control who you like, but don't ditch Bucky like a hot potato cause he doesn't have the 'it' factor. Besides, have you SEEN that guy do geometry? I mean, fuck, he's got IT!"
Beatrice looked at Kay, confounded. Mostly because Kay was serious.
"Anyway I'm gonna go make sure he hasn't slit his skinny little wrists or tried to overdose on caffeine from Beam." She said. "Keep the game hot for me coming back."
Kay turned on her heel and sauntered out of the Observatory. Bucky would probably be moping in the library. It was the only place he's be both alone and safe at the same time. She'd go there first.
((Okay, i KNOW it was a long-ass, boring-ass post, but there was loads of stuff i wanted to clear up. Firstly, that Kay no longer hates Beatrice. It was a silly character element, and I've made it so that she used to hate her, but doesn't any more. Also, I've tried to express that the nerds are just like normal teenagers with normal love worries. They DO have social retardation, but people kinda treat them like emotionless tools, and they really aren't. As the only person with a Nerd as a character, I felt like i should really go into that. Also, the nerds totally aren't in this enough. PLUS! I wanted to express a little that Kay IS NOT COOL. As a not cool person myself, I felt like she was acting too cool. She's not cool. Totally not. She is a hero because in her jmind all the cool people in comics and video games are cool, so she's awfully cheesy about playing the hero))
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Post by DJKID on May 12, 2010 18:25:02 GMT -5
(( I LOVE YOU, KAY. ))
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Post by Memai on May 13, 2010 1:42:05 GMT -5
Preppies.
Roxy backed away from the scene the MOMENT she realized more of them were heading her way. She couldn't, for the life of her, face up to them again, especially not after what happened on her very first day landing in Bullworth.
Derby verbally slapped her left, right and down the middle, he didn't want any one of 'his kind' going off and doing these ghastly, terrible things to themselves, especially things that he deemed improper.
It was morning, she remembered, Derby and a few of his friends were with her in the park, she paid no mind to their company, they were boring and materialistic, but little Roxy got used to that staying in places like London. "So what say you? We could get you a little Aquaberry vest and you'd fit right in! Well, with us of course, not those grease scum from the slums," Derby was perhaps, a little ostentatious, but he was always articulate in the way he spoke, always impressing the knickers off the people around him.
"Aquaberry, really?" Aquaberry was for rich little girls who wanted look like they had taste. Though anybody with any taste on her side of London would probably wear something with bright prints, just to contrast the already gray city. Roxy shifted her weight around, not really wanting to answer the question, or entertain Derby any longer, "I... I don't like Aquaberry, actually. Couldn't I wear something else?"
She could hear gasps, Derby and his friends were shocked, naturally, "E-excuse me?"
'You're excused!' "Really, I mean, surely there's something else I could wear, I don't much like those stuffy vests."
There were a lot of other things she had said to offend Derby too, like how she disliked clam chowder or his so-called 'classic, old money' tastes. She simply told him, flat out, she just wanted to be her own person, and that she never really liked his group anyway.
"This is such a shame, our families have known each other for years and here you are, breaking this beautiful tradition! Why?"
She didn't answer, she scoffed and walked away, not wanting to put up with his nonsense any longer. Sure, both the Smiths and Harringtons were exceptionally good friends with one another, but for the life of her, she couldn't stand that little snake they named Derby. She hated the way he would prance about acting like he was king when he had nothing to show for it.
Except his father's name, of course, but certainly nothing out of his own effort.
It was since then, the Preppies have had... a distaste for the girl, calling her out whenever she stepped within three feet too close to them. And Preppies, being Preppies, they always knew the right words to say and they knew where and when it would hurt the most.
Lost a friend? They probably would've made some catty, scandalous remark right there are you were grieving.
She never liked thinking back to that first, fateful encounter, but despite the fact that she could be insulted or bullied any given time of day, at least she didn't have to put up with the nonsense Derby wanted her to go through. And now that there seemed to be new students who want to affiliate with Derby's little group, going around unnoticed would be a bit harder.
But in a sense, she felt liberated. At least she was free to befriend anyone who she liked, even if it meant her parents not immediately accepting them.
It was through all these deep thoughts did she forget about reality and crashed into a rather large figure."Watchit!" "Sorry, so so sorry..." Roxy looked up, and blushed herself silly. 'Oh god, he's gorgeous!'"Man, new kids these days..." Sure, he wasn't as tall as the others, but he had a nice build, smelled like grease and leather and looked all too shag-able. The rockers in America, Roxy thought, had a quiet bad-boy persona, they weren't as crazy and loud as the ones back home.
She quickly scurried back to her dorm room, covering her red face as much as she could.(( just a small backstory for Roxy, the reason why she's staying a million miles away from Derby ))
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Sammy Winchester
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My icon is suppose to be Sammy..mhmmm hahahha! *runs away*
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Post by Sammy Winchester on May 13, 2010 18:42:52 GMT -5
Preppies.
Roxy backed away from the scene the MOMENT she realized more of them were heading her way. She couldn't, for the life of her, face up to them again, especially not after what happened on her very first day landing in Bullworth.
Derby verbally slapped her left, right and down the middle, he didn't want any one of 'his kind' going off and doing these ghastly, terrible things to themselves, especially things that he deemed improper.
It was morning, she remembered, Derby and a few of his friends were with her in the park, she paid no mind to their company, they were boring and materialistic, but little Roxy got used to that staying in places like London. "So what say you? We could get you a little Aquaberry vest and you'd fit right in! Well, with us of course, not those grease scum from the slums," Derby was perhaps, a little ostentatious, but he was always articulate in the way he spoke, always impressing the knickers off the people around him.
"Aquaberry, really?" Aquaberry was for rich little girls who wanted look like they had taste. Though anybody with any taste on her side of London would probably wear something with bright prints, just to contrast the already gray city. Roxy shifted her weight around, not really wanting to answer the question, or entertain Derby any longer, "I... I don't like Aquaberry, actually. Couldn't I wear something else?"
She could hear gasps, Derby and his friends were shocked, naturally, "E-excuse me?"
'You're excused!' "Really, I mean, surely there's something else I could wear, I don't much like those stuffy vests."
There were a lot of other things she had said to offend Derby too, like how she disliked clam chowder or his so-called 'classic, old money' tastes. She simply told him, flat out, she just wanted to be her own person, and that she never really liked his group anyway.
"This is such a shame, our families have known each other for years and here you are, breaking this beautiful tradition! Why?"
She didn't answer, she scoffed and walked away, not wanting to put up with his nonsense any longer. Sure, both the Smiths and Harringtons were exceptionally good friends with one another, but for the life of her, she couldn't stand that little snake they named Derby. She hated the way he would prance about acting like he was king when he had nothing to show for it.
Except his father's name, of course, but certainly nothing out of his own effort.
It was since then, the Preppies have had... a distaste for the girl, calling her out whenever she stepped within three feet too close to them. And Preppies, being Preppies, they always knew the right words to say and they knew where and when it would hurt the most.
Lost a friend? They probably would've made some catty, scandalous remark right there are you were grieving.
She never liked thinking back to that first, fateful encounter, but despite the fact that she could be insulted or bullied any given time of day, at least she didn't have to put up with the nonsense Derby wanted her to go through. And now that there seemed to be new students who want to affiliate with Derby's little group, going around unnoticed would be a bit harder.
But in a sense, she felt liberated. At least she was free to befriend anyone who she liked, even if it meant her parents not immediately accepting them.
It was through all these deep thoughts did she forget about reality and crashed into a rather large figure."Watchit!" "Sorry, so so sorry..." Roxy looked up, and blushed herself silly. 'Oh god, he's gorgeous!'"Man, new kids these days..." Sure, he wasn't as tall as the others, but he had a nice build, smelled like grease and leather and looked all too shag-able. The rockers in America, Roxy thought, had a quiet bad-boy persona, they weren't as crazy and loud as the ones back home.
She quickly scurried back to her dorm room, covering her red face as much as she could.(( just a small backstory for Roxy, the reason why she's staying a million miles away from Derby )) Sam looked around the pink walls of evil and just walked into the room Roxy was in. ''Oh,Sorry wrong room I can never really remember they all look the same. Uhm sorry.'' She turned around to go out the door but pause, thinking about the girl and the cap she had on she turned around slowly. ''You must be Roxy,I'm pretty sure Derby was talking about you earlier and said...well talked about you.'' She remembered how he descriptioned her. She belongs like them and not like one of those filthy greasers. Sammy knew how he said she had a cap on and how she had natural blond hair. ''Look,I know why your sad. Derby said what happen. Look I know he can come off as an ass but thats just Derby for ya. Don't be sad your making me sad...uh.'' She thought of what to do so she made a face with pucker lips and folded hands. She put on a British accent and began to do a impression of her cousin to cheer the girl up. ''I'm Derby Harrington! I'm a ass because my daddy beats me up. Hahah Right?'' She said with a awkward laugh that slowly faded away with a deep breath and a shrug. Sammy came closer to the girl feeling bad. ''Are you okay do you need me to leave,I will if you want.'' She tilted her head looking down at Roxy.
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