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Post by Memai on Mar 8, 2008 12:36:36 GMT -5
Darcy, in all her eleven-year old anger, had climbed up on the bench Roxy was sitting on, trying to tower over her and hopefully intimidate her. Peanut had half a mind to smack the pigtails off the heiress, but thought better about upsetting his Nightingale even further.
"For the thousandth time, Darcy! I haven't seen Benji ever since then. He probably went off to change his shirt or something."
"NO!" She stomped the foot, sending a vibration through the ground it shook Roxy on the inside, "I WENT there MYSELF! I didn't see my PRECIOUS BEN-BEN!!"
"Well then he probably went out to town," The English girl said, exasperated at the girl's antics, "Honestly, Darcy. If I knew where he was, I'd tell you."
"LIAR! You ALWAYS hide him from me!"
"Princess, he isn't exactly very hard to spot now that he's at least six feet tall!" Roxy raised her voice a little, "Don't you even had the foggiest idea about what happened to the lad this morning? The entire SCHOOL's talking about it." A moment of deviousness had Roxy saying what she did next, "After all, as a member of the elite, I imagine you should keep up to date with the latest happenings, lest you miss out."
"WHY YOU!" The little heiress wanted so much as to jump on the brown-haired girl if only manners didn't get in the way, "I don't believe what happened! This is all a prank, isn't it? You... you... you had Chad and Gord say all those things to me!"
"What things?"
"That Benji's now tall and 'delicious'!" She almost squirmed at the last word, but had to agree with the auburn Prep's description in general, "If I didn't know any better, I..."
"Chad and Gord? My dear, I haven't spoken to anyone from the Harrington House this morning, bar Derby since I was at your house for breakfast."
Darcy pouted, foot tapping against the bench, annoyed and not liking the answers being given.
"Listen ya lil' spoiled, trust-fund baby!" Peanut jumped in, tired that this was getting no where, "Your lil' boy-toy became America's next top model, won a nobel prize and became sixteen. If y'all dun' wanna believe it, I ain't stopin' ya. But that's what happened, ask anyone. Vance, Kowalski, Hopkins!"
"Filthy pauper, don't you even so much as to think you could even LOOK my way!"
"But doesn't that make everything all the more solid, Darcy?" Roxy was slipping back into Prep mode, "If a filthy pauper witnessed it, along with the head boy and that Hopkins boy, don't you think that we're all speaking the truth? As wild as it seems? For all I care, you can talk to Crabblesnitch. He did see the Head before heading off to class with me."
"WITH YOU?!"
x x x x x
With all these stories floating about the school about Benji and his friends' acceleration in the years, how they became robust young men in their teenaged years, Darcy wouldn't have it. Not in the least.
Her Benji was a young, handsome and CUTE pauper that was in HER class. Not some creepy, spindly, lanky teenager with the possible occurrence of ACNE! Heaven's no!
However, with every person she asked, Jimmy, Petey, even the Nerds, they all had given one solid story; Benji, Sheldon and Pedro became teenagers after a freak chemistry accident. They could not, however, provide the boys exact location, seeing as each member of the student body saw him at different points of the day.
But there was, a sudden fascination in the young girl's mind; How interesting it would be to become tall and gorgeous like the people she saw on TV. Naturally, this would also gain her access to things she was normally barred from doing. Many of the talked-about parties were strictly for young ladies and gentlemen, not princes and princesses.
Naturally, this train of thought had unconsciously brought the girl to the chemistry lab, taped off as it were with men in suits cleaning out the hazard room, putting a vile green liquid in jars upon jars.
So, if the students' claims were true, it would mean that by applying some of that disgusting, swampish looking concoction all over her, that would make her into a leggy, gorgeous brunette.
Satisfied that no one was in sight, she snuck under the tapes and managed to snag a jar of the liquid for her own examination.
Though if she were to use it...
x x x x x
"Now, momma..." Benji tried to soothe Megan, who began to feel awfully terrible of herself, "It's not a big deal, and you didn't technically miss ANYONE's birthday. I mean, this was all an accident at school, this wasn't planned."
"It... it wasn't, then?"
"No, no. We're just as surprised as you are momma."
"Oh... but won't this mean you're not my bab— I mean, my boy anymore? You're so big now, taller than me, in fact."
"Well... we're not sure if this'll be permanent. I mean, I suppose there might be a cure. But for the mean time, I... I could enjoy this. I mean, it's not like we're having problems or anything. Consider it as a preparation for when we actually become sixteen!"
"Oh, but Benji... all the responsibility! You're not a child anymore, there are some things you can't excuse yourself from!"
"I know, momma. But at least I'm enjoying this little mishap, most teenagers would be crying about it if something like this happened."
"That's true." Sitting down and finally calmed, Megan straightened her attire and looked to the boys with a more proper face, "So, what brings my boys over for the day?"
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Post by Memai on Mar 8, 2008 12:37:29 GMT -5
((posting. This'll be interesting; Robbie being a workaholic and ignoring every single girl he meets, but can he ignore Darcy in her growth-spert form?))
"Leave me alone Lola! I'm NOT in the mood!" He commanded, an attention-hungry harlot Lola. For the last several days, Robbie lost his ever-so-prized Blackberry. So help them God, Valen will tear the bastard in half, who thought this was funny--or even laughed at him for that matter
"Oh, come on Robbie boy... don't you wanna spend some time.." ..and money.. "..with me?" the brunette greaser pleaded. she's been recently attempting to catch the Australian prep's eye, to get into his pants and wallet. And maybe a trip to Australia too. So far she's learnt that Valen's a struggle to win over, like cracking a macadamia nut with a hammer! Its impossible, but she thinks otherwise. She was alittle startled when the said boy turned to her
Robbie took a deep breath and said in a disturbingly calm voice. not a good sign "Lola, my dear, I will say this to you as clearly and bluntly as possible..... I AM NOT IN THE MOOD TO FUCK YOU, NOR WANT TO!!!" Robbie roared at the school's pass-around, killing Lombardi's and his own dignity, in one swift sentence. She went red in sympathetic embarassment, from his harsh and direct words. And afew crocidile tears
"You JERK! What's your problem?! I'm just trying to be nice to you!"
"No you're trying to be, an OVERPRICED slut, which I have NO interest in!" He said, and walked off from a pride-murdered Greaser girl.
She DOESN'T fucking listen! I'M NOT INTERESTED! Now where the hell's my Blackberry!?.... maybe it's in Chemistry He thought, walking down another hall to the the science section of the building.
When he got to the classroom, he saw what appears to be Darcy over-looking a phial of liquid. What's she doing here? she's NEVER been intereted in Chemistry, quoting that: 'the smoke and steam, causes her hair to frizz and make-up smear, making her look mentally ill'
((go on, yell at me for half-ass and slow writing again... ))
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Post by Memai on Mar 8, 2008 12:37:48 GMT -5
(Niice. Darcy's gonna have water ballons. Joshy? GREAT job. I was totally seeing that happen and you DID it. Rock it.)
It wasn't your average interaction. REL gave a snide smirk at the Aquaberry employees. She almost only ever came to find out what designs they'd have in so she--err, her father could design more trendy clothes, and occasionally to sneak a casual date with Gord at the Coffee Shoppe. And having Kay buy RWW designs accessories? Dear lord, there was something even more humorous to that than watching Aquaberry people squirm in discomfort at the up and coming company-- now finally in debate of whether or not it would overtake Aquaberry in luxurious design. In fact, RWW has only been around for 18 years, and had only achieved its recent claim to glory in the past 2 and a half years, being the fastest growing fashion company in history, if you ignore those 16 "good but not quite as good as Aquaberry" years. "Well, I have a copy of our most recent catalogue just outside in my limousine. Why don't you accompany me back to school and you can have a look-see at our sunglasses..." She stared at Kay's face a moment, in a way that might be too intense for comfort to the nerd most days, but the laughter had put her in high spirits, or so she thought. After examining Kay's face for a good minute, REL finally spoke again. "Kay, with your facial structure, haircolor, eye color and brow arch, I think I know just the selection you should see. There's about 12 of them that would truely compliment your face without being out of your style.." Kay failed to continue listening as they headed to the limo, REL's talking sounding more like "BLAH BLAH BLAH.." But the thought occurring in Kay's head was this:
I've heard RWW has the largest selection of... well, EVERYTHING. If they supposedly have a billion sunglasses circulation, how can she know them all and then narrow it down to 12 by staring at my face!?
... It's not like she hadn't done the same thing for Simon before.
And she didn't HAVE to stare at HIS face for no minute, she had it memorized.
...She just did it, anyway.
(This oughtta be fun--and for the record, I'm waay behind on the Benji-Roxy-Peanut triangle (it should stay a triangle, that'd be awesome.) But I'll start READING THEM 4realz like. Later.)
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Post by Memai on Mar 8, 2008 12:38:06 GMT -5
(( Commence Robbie/Darcy > ))"Princess..." Robbie addressed, raising an eyebrow at the girl, who quickly hid the jar behind her back, "What're you doing? You know you're not supposed to be in here." The little heiress stuck her nose up, snorting, "Well, it's certainly none of your business of what I do and where." "Last I checked, that's exactly what a bodyguard's supposed to do, m'dear." Valen replied a little boredly. Oh sure, her childish antics might've irritated him in the first few weeks of his 'duty', however, over time they grew to become a chore... and inevitably very, very boring and troublesome. "And you know Derby wouldn't have it if you're here messing about with chemicals, and without a nerd in sight." "Like I said, it's none of your business." Gah! What's that idiot doing here? GET OUT! "Don't you have class or anything? You're always running off somewhere anyway." "Ever since my prized Blackberry disappeared, free time has suddenly been dropped on my lap, meaning I've been devoting more time than I should to you." "Ugh, why don't you just—" "And last I checked, you have Mathematics in a few more minutes. You shouldn't be dawdling around in here." Robbie went over to the girl, who held the jar back, "C'mon then, hand me that and I'll put it up in your locker for you." "Oh no you don't. I may be princess, but I'm still, AH!" A wrong placing of her foot sent the heiress tumbling off the stools and the jar falling straight for her.
There was a flash of light, a tingling sensation. Everything going black then white, she heard an explosion through all the pandemonium she went through.
Then. Deathly silence.
'Darcy?'
She didn't answer, suddenly she ached everywhere, her head throbbed too much and she felt heavier.
'I...'
Opening her eyes she caught the sight of a very distraught Robbie, and... was he blushing?"Darcy? Are... are you alright?" "Yes I..." The heiress froze, grabbing her throat and a grin suddenly coming to play on her cupid-bow lips, "OHMIGOD! I SOUND LIKE MISCHA BARTON!! ♥" x x x x xThe explosion from Darcy's endeavours had not gone unnoticed, for when Peanut and Roxy finally had everything patched up, they were shocked to bits, when a loud 'boom' trembled through the entire school grounds."Oh, NOW what?!" x x x x xIgnoring girls was one of the few enigmas of Robert Valen, he was straight-forward, direct and never once beat around the bush. Oh no, Robbie here was a man of principles.
And here he was, breaking one of the few.
There were girls who did catch his attention, but he was simply too caught up in his family duties to even so much as to bat an eyelid their way (much to the Bullworth female population's dismay).
But Darcy? Who would've thought that the bratty, spoilt girl would grow up to be THIS attractive. Why, she was easily far more attractive than Christy Martin herself (and that, my dears, is quite a feat).
She was leggy, she was tall, gloriously blessed through the chest. Had a fair and pinkish complexion, with her long lashes framing those eyes beautifully.
Her mocha hair, still long and flowing, had grown out of her high pigtails. Trust the heiress to have read a thing or two in the likes of Vogue or Seventeen, tying her hair in two low ponytails, curling them at the end.No, no no! Focus, Valen. FOCUS! But... damn, she... she is quite attractive. I... WHAT am I saying?! She's Darcy for Heaven's sake! I... AH!"So, how I do I look, Robbie?" She said a bit too flirtaciously (unknowingly so), "Not too dowdy like that traitor?" "I... I..." He was sweating, he was blushing, and Darcy needed a new skirt, for her eleven-year-old one was far FAR too short.Pink... yes, very attractive that colour for her... GAH! STOP LOOKING UP THERE!
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Post by Memai on Mar 8, 2008 12:38:27 GMT -5
((This is SOOOOOO much fun. X3))
“You look…ah, you look…”
It had finally happened. The pigs were flying, cats and dogs were falling headfirst from the sky, and Satan was having a snowball fight with Hitler down in Hell.
For the first time in Robert Valen’s life, he was utterly, profoundly speechless.
And it was all due to Darcy Harrington. Darcy! Of all the she-bitches in the world, Darcy was absolutely the last person Robbie expected to make him feel this way, especially when most of the thoughts that centered on the young heiress focused on MURDER about ninety percent of the time.
While Darcy admired her new appearance in the reflection of a nearby beaker, Robbie witnessed that the back of her shirt was torn, revealing a good portion of her silky white back.
Oh yes. He was going quite insane.
“Oh, I look so BEAUTIFUL!” Darcy cooed, unaware of the increasingly attentive Valen standing a few feet away. “No one can compare to my superior looks now! Benji-poo, once you see me, we’ll be the best looking couple in the school…whether you want to or now!”
Benji?
Ah, yes. Benjamin. Robbie’s fists clenched unexpectedly, and another of his once rock-solid principles were torn asunder by the thoughts of Benjamin Shortman holding Darcy in his arms.
Everyone knew what happened to the smartass brat. Robbie was, honestly, glad. Now the kid could take care of himself, and he’d never have to baby-sit the jerk again.
But now there was a new problem. One that came in the form of one simple equation.
Robbie was…ahem, attracted to Darcy. But Darcy liked Benji. As long as Benji was in the picture, Darcy would never pay attention to any other boy…
“ROBBIE!”
Robbie jerked himself out of his plots, and stared at the less-than-pleased (yet still strangely sexy) face of Darcy. The now sixteen-year-old heiress tapped her foot impatiently on the ground, and gave the Australian a haughty look.
“I ask you to do ONE thing,” she said bitterly, “and you completely blunder it up! I can’t find my Ben-Ben ANYWHERE, and now he could be off in the arms of another woman! What the heck did I hire you for anyway? You NEVER keep an eye on him!”
And Robbie coughed slightly. Normally Darcy’s pissy moods would, in turn, piss him off, but now…eh… “Due to the chemical accident this morning, I didn’t think it was necessary to watch over him…”
“NECESSARY? My boyfriend could be gallivanting with that traitor as we speak, and you didn’t think it would be NECESSARY to keep an eye on him?”
“But Darcy—”
“ENOUGH! I don’t want to hear another word! First, you will take me back to the Girls’ Dorm so I can change, and then you will help me look for my Ben-Ben so I can seduce him and make him mine forever! Understand?”
“…”
“WELL?!”
“…yes, Darcy.”
But in his mind, Robbie had another idea. An answer to his earlier equation that was Darcy and Benji.
Remove Benji from the picture.
And Darcy would be free.
He escorted the young woman out into the halls, shielding her less-than-amply clothed form from the growing crowds of students, all of whom were stunned to see the new and improved Darcy Harrington.
Even Derby was flabbergasted.
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Roxy stared at the chemically-changed young girl in shock. “Darcy! What on earth did you do to yourself?”
The young mocha-haired girl gave Roxy a sneer. “I just made myself irresistible to all those of the male species, traitor. Let’s see you and your peasant boyfriend take Ben-Ben away from me now!”
And with that, the heiress walked arrogantly away, leaving a confused Roxy and an angry, shocked Peanut.
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“I’m not sure I get you, momma.”
“It’s very simple, baby.”
“MA!”
“Benji, you’ll always be my baby, no matter how old you are.”
“…”
“Anyway, if you really like this Roxanne girl, then tell her.”
“What? But she already has a boyfriend.”
“Just tell her. Once. And then, act like you always do around her. You’re a nice, charming gentlemanly friend to her, so you should stay that way. Prove to her that you’re still the same boy she befriended, and prove that no matter what happens, you two will always be the best of friends. Be there for her, baby.”
“…I dunno…”
“Well, it doesn’t hurt to prove that you’re a romantic. Some girls like romantics. I know I do…”
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“Benji, are you insane?!”
“Going to Ms. Philips and Mr. Galloway was understandable. But Miss HYDEE? Are you nuts? She’ll eat us alive! Benji? BENJI! Are you listening?”
Actually, Benji wasn’t listening at all. In fact, he was heading straight into the lion’s den without even batting an eye, and it was all for only one reason.
Roxy.
Unfortunately, Pedro and Sheldon didn’t seem to agree with his reasoning. “Benji,” Pedro pleaded, “Just THINK about it for a minute. I know you like Roxy and all, but there are other ways! We don’t have to include Miss HYDEE of all people!”
But Benji didn’t care. Passing by an abnormally large crowd that hovered near the Chemistry room (why they were there, Benji didn’t know, nor did he care), he walked straight into the Music room, where a pretty auburn-haired woman sat near a piano, playing a soft waltz as Benji walked in. The woman lifted her head at his entrance, and, white sunhat and all, gave him a confused look.
“Well, hello, my dear boy!” the woman greeted, her voice light and airy. Benji grinned—this woman was currently in her “Lady Jacqueline” persona, the more popular of her two personalities. Wasting no time, the wheat-blond boy walked up to the woman, took her hand, and held it tightly, as if he was afraid letting her go would be the end of him.
“Lady Jacqueline,” Benji said smoothly, giving the woman a charming grin, “I think I have an idea for that play you’ve been wanting to put on.”
“Oh? How lovely! What’s it based on, my boy?”
“The Corpse Bride.”
((So yeah. Benji doens't know what happened to Darcy. But I'll tell you this...he won't care. Much. He might be temporarily distracted by her water balloons (Memai, you SLAY me!) but that's it.))
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Post by Memai on Mar 8, 2008 12:39:50 GMT -5
(( XD This is indeed getting very fun <3 Didn't think anyone would appreciate Darcy bringing herself into the plot as some Mischa Barton rip-off >~ ))"The Corpse Bride you say?" Lady Jacqueline tapped her finger against her chin thoughtfully, sinking her teeth in the suggestion Benji presented, "Well, it certainly a lot different than what anyone has suggested so far. But I do think it's far better than another Midsummer Night's Dream or Romeo and Juliet." "So... you'll take the idea then?" "Absolutely my dear boy!" The teacher giggled, "I'm always up for a challenge and something different! Wasn't this turned into one of those fancy big-hit movies? I'm sure that'll draw in a much more appreciative audience." "I knew you'd like it, Lady Jacqueline! Thank you!" "No, no! Thank you, my boy! Oh, I suddenly feel so... energised!" She got up and twirled her long skirt about, "So much to do, so little time! I feel so excited! I'll have flyers made and put up around the school!" Already, she began to make a list of who to call for effects, costumes and make-up, for stage props and stage hands, for music and all, "I'll have the production know about this! Then we might even get casting started by the end of classes tomorrow!" "Tomorrow? A little ambitious, don't you think, miss?" "NONSENSE!" She gave Benji a hearty pat on the back, almost knocking the wind out of the lanky boy, "In fact, if you know anyone who's willing to audition, send them in! Why, audition yourself if you must!" And with that, she literally skippedout of the classroom, singing to herself and her head filling in with all sorts of plans to go forth with the play. It didn't take a genius to tell she was ecstatic, after all, she had been waiting for so long for a decent idea to come up her way. So far, she had the run of the mill plays and musicals that she almost wanted to close down the very idea!
But trust Benji to be that little angel in a time of need!"Wow, Ben..." Pedro said happily, "You didn't make her kill us!" "Naturally. Now, I'm pretty sure you boys know who I plan on auditioning for the role of the leading lady." "But Benji..." Sheldon piped in, "Roxy? Isn't she quiet? What if she says no?" "Pfft. C'mon, don't lose faith. After all, I managed to rope her into joining the Host Club. What's one little audition." "I dunno Ben..." "She'll love it, in fact, she might feel a bit more confident about herself when the audience applauds. After all, she DID tell me she wanted to go on stage once." The wheat-blonde smiled, "This'll do her some good." Nah, I'd just like to get in on down with the kissing scene ♥x x x x x How, How was it that everyone was taller than her? Roxy sighed, jealously, at the new and improved Darcy Harrington. Long legs, long curling hair and a well proportioned body, damn it all!
Darcy was a she-bitch of all she-bitches, she reigned supreme over their snottiness and their snobbery. However, it seemed that her beauty could easily cancel all that out and make her that much more tolerable.
Roxy was short, plain and looked more like a twelve-year-old rather than a teenager. But she was thankful, that her Larry would still pay attention to her, still had a sense of wanting to protect her... even if he had the tendency to look at leggy girls.
Boys."You there!" Both she and Peanut turned around and nearly jumped out in start seeing Derby coming their way. Immediately, the greaser put a protective arm around the girl, eyeing the prep leader with such disgust and malice it scared poor Roxanne to bits."Yes, Derby? Something you want from me?" "I say, have you seen Darcy, by any chance? I... I think I saw her come out of the chemistry lab, but..." "Oh, Darcy? Yes... yes I've seen her. She was Robbie, 'prolly on her way to the Girl's Dorm to change into something more fitting. After all, ripped clothes won't do for a lady, and to think she had all the time in the world to go and parade around vainly. The nerve!" Ripped clothes? "With... With Robert, you say?" "Yes, why?" Roxy and Peanut had to stifle the laughter as Derby's expression turned from concern to that of a murderous one in no time flat."I... I just remembered that I had... business to attend to with Valen." "I see..." "I'll be on my way then, Roxanne. Good day." "Good day to you too, Derby." As funny as all this is, I doubt this'll end up very well. At this display of politeness between his Nightingale and Harrington, Peanut was simply astounded at the limit Preps could lie to themselves and to others.x x x x x Robbie waited, a bit too impatiently than he did before, for Darcy to finally come out and maybe change into something... that didn't excite his primitive male mind.
All the same, he was gob-smacked (once again) as the heiress stepped out of the doors in a gorgeous number.
She wore a flattering Aquaberry vest with a low cut, with a dress shirt underneath unbuttoned to reveal that much sought-after cleavage. Her heirloom pendant accented her neckline perfectly. And with the short skirt, paired up with the knee-high socks and black L.S pumps?
She was a stunner."Tell me, Robbie. Do you think Benji would notice me in this?" "I... I... I..." (( The fuck's wrong with the forums? t -_-;; I wrote up my post and just as I was about to hit 'submit', problems with the servers started to pop up and I had 65535 phantom messages in my inbox D: Awuh?!))
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Post by Memai on Mar 8, 2008 12:40:27 GMT -5
"VALEN!"
Robbie jumped at the sound of Derby's voice--Derby's furious, angry, ENRAGED voice. He turned around and was, at the very least, stunned to see the Preppie leader coming towards him with such unconfined fury.
What the hell was wrong with him--
"OW!"
Robbie yelped slightly when, without warning, Derby shoved him straight into an adjacent brick wall. "Harrington! My god, have you lost your mind?"
"On the contrary!" Derby sneered, anger twisting his handsome features. "I think YOU'RE the one who has lost his mind! Leaving the Chemistry room with my SISTER?! With her clothes RIPPED?! Did you think I wouldn't notice? You sick monster!"
"What the hell are you getting at?"
"So you admit it! You...you...you violated Darcy!"
"DERBY!" Darcy stomped you to her now only slightly older brother and grabbed his arm, completely ignoring the look of utter shock and disbelief etched onto his face. "You jerk! Leave him alone! He didn't do anything worth screaming about!"
"D-d-darcy?!" Poor Derby looked flabbergasted. "Oh dear GOD! What happened to you?"
Darcy sniffed, and crossed her arms over her heavily endowed chest. "Well it's about time you noticed, fool! I found out that my Ben-Ben is a 'delicious' teenager now, so I decided to make things fair, and turn myself into a proper lady along with him! Isn't that great?"
"GREAT? Girl, are you insane? If father finds out about this--"
"Oh, poo-poo on father!" Darcy waved a hand in the air in dismissal. "Its only for a little while, anyway! Now, go away and leave me along. I have to find my Ben-Ben!" She turned to Robbie, and took his arm. "Come on! We can't be lazing around! To Ben-Ben!"
And the two left, haughty arm in haughty arm, Leaving Derby very confused, very unsure, and very, very angry.
"Shortman..."
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"It's a beautiful day..." Pedro sang.
"It's a rather nice day!" Sheldon agreed.
"A day for a glorious wedding!" Benji popped up behind Roxy and, cleverly worming his way in between her and Peanut, he wrapped his arms around her and hugged her from behind, his cheek pressed oh-so-innocently against hers.
Roxy's mind went blank.
Blushblushblushblush....
"You better get offa my woman, brat," Peanut snapped, his eyes narrowed in an icy glare. "And what's all this shit about weddings?"
Benji completely ignored him (for the best way to deal with Peanut was to pretend he didn't exist...) and instead focused completely on Roxy. "It's a rehersal my dear," he sang, still keeping his face close to hers, "to be perfectly clear..."
"It's a rehersal for a glorious wedding!" Pedro and Sheldon finished, laughing nervously at the sight of Peanut slowly turning red...
"Roxy," Benji asked sweetly, hugging the girl as lovingly as can be, "Wanna do something that'll get you exepmted from exams and class time for the next couple of weeks?"
"L-like...l-like what?" Roxy stammered, quite forgetting how to speak properly.
"Wanna play Victoria or Emily in the play of 'The Corpse Bride'? It'll be fuuuun....."
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Post by Memai on Mar 8, 2008 12:41:08 GMT -5
"Emily? Victoria? The Corpse Bride?" Roxy's entire being trembled, red all over and smiling nervously, "I... I... I-I d-don't n-n-kn-kn-know."
"Why not?" Benji held her a little tighter, a little closer and a little more lovingly, "What say you, Roxy?" He held her hand in a gentlemanly manner, swooping down and planting a well placed kiss on it, "To play the hopeful, dreaming Emily? Or the grounded, earthly Victoria?"
"I..."
"Both roles would suit you well, methinks."
"I..."
"Great. Auditions are tomorrow."
As he turned the red, shaking Roxy behind and cackle at his cleverness, he bumped into the back of what seemed to be a new student.
"Excuse me, miss. Didn't see you there."
Ah, how he wished he had kept his mouth quiet!
"BEN-BEN!"
(( Rather short, I'm not feeling well... ))
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Post by Memai on Mar 8, 2008 12:41:29 GMT -5
"Oh, CRAP!"
Benji stared at the new, imporved Darcy with a look of absolute shock on his face. Dear god, what had she done to herself? Granted, she was now MUCH easier on the eyes, and was very well endowed, but STILL! She wasn't supposed to be around the same age as him anymore!
Darcy, however, seemed to like her new look. A LOT. "Oh, Ben-Ben!" she cooed, wrapping her arms tightly around his neck. "You look so HANDSOME! Thank god! If you were ugly, I was going to dump you on the spot!"
"Lucky...me," Benji choked out, trying to escape the heiress's life-choking embrace. God, so much for being free!
No. No. He was a man now! He was entitled to make his own descisions, and by god, he wanted ROXY, not her! Roxy had the better personality. Roxy was the one who actually cared about him. Roxy was the one who he'd enjoy sharing good and bad times with, not this incredibly sexy yet still amazingly shallow Darcy!
He took a breath. Make or break time. "Darcy, I have something to tell you."
"Tell me later, Ben-Ben! I wanna go shopping! Those clothes simply look atrocious on you!"
"Not later! Now! Darcy, I wanna break up!"
((GASP! D: What have I done? But hey, at least you know he's serious about Roxy...XD))
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Post by Memai on Mar 8, 2008 12:42:05 GMT -5
((posting))
Hmm. Perhaps i'll be making MY move sooner than expected Robert thought with his opportunistic grin, as he watched the scene nearby.
The brown ponytailed boy, has ALWAYS embraced the advice of an Arabian proverb: Four things come not back. The spoken word, the sped arrow, the past life, and the neglected opportunity.
This opportunity might actually be useful. Since he still needs to meet William Harrington, the 'biggest pint of beer' in Bullworth (as Robbie quotes), Valen might get into good graces with said parent, to make things ALL the more easier when he meets the man personally.
I might be able, to hit two birds with one stone then...
So that's the plan: When Benji basically tells her to 'Go away, i'm not interested' in a longer and less crude sentence, she would most likely storm off to Harrington House or the girls' dorm, to be comforted, by Gord, Pinky, and the other prep girls. When they clear out, Valen will make his move, and then Darcy will be HIS and his alone.
Either that, or she would go on a killing spree, almost re-enacting the Virginia Tech Massacre. Lets just hope THAT doesn't happen...
((just one question: is the 'instant puberty serum'--as i like to dub it-- permanent, temporary, or needs a reverse dose?))
Memai edit: It needs a reverse dose :3
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Post by Memai on Mar 8, 2008 12:42:42 GMT -5
Darcy giggled, a bit like a ditz upon hearing Benji's words, "Wh... What was that Ben-Ben? You want to break me?" Immediately, she flashed a look of seduction in her eyes, putting one arm around his neck and a hand slowly creeping up his chest, toying with the buttons as it were, "Oh Ben, I thought you'd never ask a lady for such a thing, you monster, you! ♥"
"No, Darcy. I want to break up with you. I don't want you in my life anymore. It was good while it lasted, but as a man, I've to make my own decisions."
"Break... up... with me?"
"Yes, Darcy. It's most unfortunate that you're being dumped at this very moment." Benji spoke in such a calm manner, one had to wonder if he was acting badly or if he had this strange control over emotions. Either way, his words still stung the Harrington heiress all the same.
"I... I..." She looked to Benji, then Robbie, then Benji again, and then... "Oh! I know exactly who to blame for all this! Ben-Ben, you're simply misguided!" She tried to hold his hand, growing frustrated at the boy's successful attempts at wringing them away. Suddenly, she stopped and with her nose up in the air, she said, "Tell me, how far has the little traitor manipulated your mind?"
"I'm sorry that things aren't going according to plan, Darcy, but trust that I say I prefer another set of women now that I'm grown up. Not to say that you aren't attractive yourself, but one's taste changes over time, you know?"
Just then, before Darcy could retort and place the blame on two very specific persons, she saw the devils themselves and stomped right up to them; Lola and Roxy.
"YOU TWO!" The heiress screamed, "What's the big idea messing with my Ben-Ben's mushed up mind?"
"Ben-Ben?" Lola looked at Roxy, who in turn, gave the taller girl an exasperated expression. It was all it took to have Lombardi refrain from asking any more, "What ever are you talking about? I've done the boys and know each one, surely you must mean a new student."
"Don't play dumb with me, cheapie! I know you had something to do with it." And then, it clicked. "OR WAS IT YOU! You, you... filthy traitor meanie! How DARE you have MY Ben-Ben wrapped around your tasteless finger!" She closed the gap between herself and Roxy, thankful that she towered a good few inches over the much shorter girl, "We won't have another elite lose out to paupers."
"Listen, lady." Peanut's voice came into the mix, "I dun knows what the hell ya want, but if ya want trouble with my Nightingale here you's messin' with the wrong crowd."
"Shut up."
"Ya better not go there girlie, else I—"
"Or else you'll what?" Now Robbie made his move, "Assault a fine young lady like Miss Harrington? THAT certainly warrants severe punishment, as you know."
"I ain't afraid'a trouble, 'specially if y'are lookin' for some, punk."
"Trouble? Dear Heavens, if you're going to goad me about this, I suggest you do otherwise. Though she may be the higher ups among the elite, Roxanne isn't exactly safe all alone in a place like Bullworth. Are you willing to leave her all by her self for a solid three hours in plain sight?"
"Watch it pal, you're cruisin' for a bruisin' if ya keep up with yer fancy rich talk."
"No, you watch it!" Darcy threw a menacing look to the greaser, "Don't you even think about speaking like that to any ONE of us Preps like that, you no-good filth! Well, except perhaps to Roxanne, trash deserve to be treated as trash, thus harsh language certainly suit her everyday conversations." She turned on her heel, satisfied at the hurt look Roxy put out, "Come Robbie, let's have a talk to Ben-Ben. Maybe I could... BEN-BEN?! Where'd my BEN-BEN GO?!"
"There, there, it's alright Darcy." Robbie was now perhaps being a little bit more civil to the girl, or... at least showing her affection he kept to himself, "He... He has classes now, last I checked." He lied.
"Really?" The girl was about to hunch over in tears.
"Why, of course. As a bodyguard, I've a copy of his schedule. And according to my watch, he should be on his way to class now. Wouldn't want your dear Benjamin to fail now, would you?"He had to force the word out.
"Oh, I suppose so." It was then, she saw a small boy with a stack of paper in hand. He handed fliers to both Robert and Darcy. "What's this?" The heiress asked.
"Auditions for Miss Hydee's play, 'The Corpse Bride'. They're tomorrow in the auditorium, just have your name in by morning."
She thanked the boy, a grin soon appearing on her face, "I know how I can get his attention..." A play? Certainly suiting the attention-grabbing girl she was.
(( So yeah, Ben ran off to hide somewhere with Pedro and Sheldon :'D ))
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"For the auditions?" Roxy looked at the flier, then the small delivery boy, "I see..."
"Yup, Miss Hydee's excited. Better get your name in fast."
"Nightingale, you sure you wanna do this?" Peanut said as Roxy led them away from the auto shop and straight to the music teacher.
"Well, I said I would audition. I don't think I'd get any important roles, though."
"What if you do?"
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Post by Memai on Mar 8, 2008 12:45:06 GMT -5
*The next day...*
What if you do?
That was certainly a good question, but not one Roxy was willing to answer. When she was much, much younger, she had tried to dabble in small plays here and there, but it was a rare occasion when she received a leading role. Often she'd just be a face in the background. Or a tree. Or the dirt.
With a resume like that, she didn't have high hopes.
But still...Benji seemed to inspire that little spark in her, the spark that came from loving well performed theatrics. She smiled and blushed as she remembered the way Benji "convinced" her to try out.
Oh, that boy...
Suddenly, she heard a loud yell from the auditorium.
"I WANNA PLAY VICTOR!"
What the devil...?
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Trent and Benji glared at each other menacingly, both rolling up their scrpits in their hands, and each just about a hair's width apart from smacking each other senseless with their paper-made, makeshift weapons.
It was Trent who broke the ice "Listen shrimp. No offense, but a guy like Victor needs to be played by someone with experience. Charisma. STYLE. And kid, I know you turned into a hot looking dude and all, but you ain't gonna cut it."
"That's funny," Benji sneered. "I was just about to say the same thing to you."
"WHY YOU LITTLE--"
"Miss Hydee!" Beatrice and Bucky, both of whom had already obtained the roles of Victor's parents, turned to the schizophernic woman with panic on their faces. "Please, you must decide this now! If you don't they're going to start killing each other, even though it's physically near impossible to harm someone with only a roll of paper!"
"That would be a good idea," Mr. Galloway muttered, as Ms. Philips shook her head.
The music teacher, now in her less favorable "Miss Hydee" mode, stared hard at the two boys through her spectacles. She thought for a moment, before she quietly said, "Benjamin."
And both boys immediately stopped. No one messed with the music teacher when she was in "Miss Hydee" mode. "Yes, Miss Hydee?"
"Play the piano."
"Excuse me?"
Miss Hydee sighed. "Victor is able to play the piano very well, is he noty? Since both you and Northwick are such astounding actors, I will chose who plays Victor by whoever plays the piano better."
Benji beamed, while Trent looked crestfallen. "That's not fair!" the Bully protested. "I can't play the piano!"
"Well, then you don't get the part, do you?" Miss Hydee sneered. Turning to Benji, she took off her spectacles, and gave the young boy a charming smile. "Go ahead, Benjamin," she said in a voice that was light, airy, and an octave higher than before. "Play that beautiful solo," Lady Jacqueline said, "and show us all that you're worthy of playing Victor's role!"
Benji immediately nodded, and hopped over to the piano, flexing his fingers before he slowly, methodically, began to play the music.
((To those who don't know what the solo sounds like, here's a link:http://youtube.com/watch?v=a9S0XvVZdEw))
The girls who were fighting for the parts of Emily and Victoria all stopped rehersing, and stared at Benji with wide eyes. Some even forgot that he had, just yesterday, been a twelve-year-old boy, and began to giggle and blush as he played on.
Ha! This part is soooo mine.
Then, right when he was about to reach the climax, Benji saw Roxy standing next to him, her mouth open in pleasant surprise.
And then, just like that, Benji froze. More accurately, he froze, then yelped and fell of his chair like a clown.
"R-roxy! I-I-I mean, you weren't suppose to see that--I mean, it was supposed to be a surprise..."
Roxy smiled at the boy, and was about to help him up, when Lady Jacqueline stood up in her seat, grinned, and loudly declared, "WE HAVE OUR VICTOR!"[/i]
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Post by Memai on Mar 8, 2008 12:47:14 GMT -5
"Now..." Miss Hydee stood up, and looked to Roxy and the other girls, "We'll need our Emily and Victoria."
She looked squarely at Roxy, turning her head so fast the young girl didn't realise the teacher was addressing her, "Roxanne."
"Y-Yes, ma'am?"
"To determine whether you're to play the role of Emily of Victoria, one has to see just how much confidence you have in yourself."
"Uh..."
"Go up on stage and express to world your thoughts on love."
"Love, ma'am? That's... that's a bit subjective don't you think?"
"Stop dawdling, girl!" Miss Hydee slammed the script down on the table it almost sent Galloway in a heart attack. "Get up on that stage and pour your soul out. Do you hear me? Your soul."
Roxy gulped, but made her way to the stage nonetheless, tripping on the last step and causing Peanut to cover his eyes for her sake. Poor dear was already embarrassing herself.
"L-Love to me is..."
"I can't hear you, Roxanne. Louder please?" Ms. Phillips said gently, with her English teacher lover giving encouraging looks.
"Love to me... is something... umm. Love is... Love uhmm." The English girl mentally kicked herself for agreeing in the first place, seeing Miss Hydee look grimly at her, "Truthfully? Love is... indescribable."
"So a question for you, Miss Smith."
"Yes, Miss Hydee?"
"If you were to marry the man of your dreams, would you do so even if he was a poor man and you were that of a rich man's daughter? Even if your parents so boldly object your relationship, would you carry on with him?" No one was sure if she deliberately used such an example or was ignorant to her current relationship, but all the same, Roxy found it difficult to answer.
"I would."
Then, silence. The students murmuring among themselves, wondering why the teacher chose such a topic in the first place to determine the leading lady.
But no one dared question Miss Hydee's techniques.
"Miss Smith, have you ever, ever acted once in your life?"
"Just fairly small roles... ma'am."
"Here." The woman got up, and handed the girl the script, with a line in bold letters that read: Victoria Everglot. "Act out one line. If you do it well, you got the part."
And to everyone's surprise, she played out the end where Victoria reluctantly agrees to marry Lord Barkis, wanting so much to please her parents, but regretting not ending up with the man she truly loved, Victor, incredibly well.
"Bravo, Roxanne."
Oh, dear. I landed the part.
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Post by Memai on Mar 8, 2008 12:48:01 GMT -5
"YAAAAAAY!!!! X3" Benji practically flew into Roxy's arms, holding her tight as he snuggled hard and close. "I knew you'd get the part!" Benji exclaimed joyfully, not aware that Roxy was closing a bright crimson at their too-close contact. "I just knew you would! I'm so HAPPY!" "Mind gettin' yer hands off her rear, punk?" Peanut snapped from below stage, trying his hardest not to get angry on account of the music teacher still being in "Miss Hydee" mode. "It ain't too decent ta watch for us spectators!" "I happen to agree, pauper." Benji, Roxy, and Peanut all froze when they heard the arrogant, haughty voice of Derby Harrington. Strolling into the auditorium with Darcy and Robbie in tow, he sneered defiantly to Peanut, before giving Roxy a charming smile. "Well, my dear! News travels quickly. I heard you just landed one of the leading roles...as expected, for an elite." "Uh...thanks." Roxy said uncertainly. She saw Darcy sniff in annoyance, before she pushed her way through the other girls, all of whom were waiting to try out for the role of Emily. (Some of them had actually wanted to play Victoria, but gave up the minute Miss Hydee had decided on Roxy. Once Miss Hydee decided something, it was impossible to change her mind...)
Derby's cold blue eyes then landed on Benji, who smiled tauntingly in return at the Prep leader's astonished face."Hi Derby. ^__^" "B-benjamin? Oh dear god...you're grown up." "Yah-huh. Glad you're here though. The role of Lord Barkis is still open, and we need an ugly villian to fill his shoes. You'd be perfect... > "
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Post by Memai on Mar 8, 2008 12:49:24 GMT -5
"UGLY?!" Derby broke out of his calm and looked to Benji a bit too menacingly, "Why... why I ought to...!" "Shortman's right," Ms. Hydee said, silencing the entire auditorium, "A man of your popularity and snobbery would fit the role of Lord Barkis fairly well, Derby." "But, but ma'am!" "Get up on that stage boy and scare the living daylights out of Roxanne with words and words alone." "Words, ma'am?" "Has everyone gone deaf at the academy?" The music teacher threw her hands up in defeat, "Of course, my boy! Lord Barkis is a manipulative and conniving man, scare that poor defenseless girl!" This little excercise, naturally, had Peanut raging on the inside; those around him who saw his clenched fists, popping veins and red face quickly stood a good six feet away. Lest one of them wanted to have a new black eye for the record.
But all the same, Derby went up to the stage and tapped the shoulders of unsuspecting Roxy."My dear," he spoke clearly and loudly, "Dinner at my house tonight? Just the two of us alone with candlelight and romantic music? I'll have a spot of Micheal Bublé, if that's what you fancy, in the stereos. We can then enjoy a bit of a dip in the pool and I'll even teach you how to do a proper breaststroke." He winked.
And just as anyone who knew Roxy, they expected her to faint in shock. At this, Ms. Hydee got up and applauded. "Fantastic acting, the both of you. Harrington, hands down, you make an excellent actor. And Roxanne, that faint was so believable, the emotions I felt from it was so..." A tap on her shoulder and a whisper from Ms. Phillips."So she actually fainted? EVEN BETTER!" - - - o o o o o - - - x x x x x - - - o o o o o - - - It was almost the end of day, Roxy insisting for Peanut to keep her company until auditions were over, already excited at the thought of playing that lead role.
Of course, the greaser wasn't in the best of moods, having Ms. Hydee revert to Lady Jacqueline to her other less favourable counterpart in a mere matter of minutes. It also didn't help that said counterpart had Roxy faint in fear, had her rear felt-up by a boy who was just enjoying the fruits of a perverted teenaged mind, having to rehearse a few lines with Derby...
It just wasn't going well for him, but he kept on with his Nightingale all the same. The backstage was exceptionally dark, Lord knows what Derby, or Benji, would do to the poor girl the moment he'd step out of the auditorium.
The teachers however, were most pleased when they finally decided on their Corpse Bride. Naturally, Darcy took the leading role. The three teachers had seen how she had behaved, constantly demanding for things and seeing those demands met on time and done properly. She was outgoing, she was determined.
That was an accurate portrayl of the Emily's character. Hopefully, Darcy would act out her character during moments of kindness and trust, something that everyone and anyone in Bullworth Academy knew the girl lacked severely.
As the crowd dispersed and the auditions were over, Galloway made it a point to remind students (for a good tenth time), to be on time for rehearses, the actors and actresses alike all managed to grab their cast lists and scripts."This'll be such fun, don't you think so Larry? Benji?" But Peanut was too busy staring down Benji and Benji was too busy ignoring Peanut, thus ignoring Roxanne for a moment.- - - o o o o o - - - x x x x x - - - o o o o o - - - The Corpse Bride Cast[/size] - Victor Van Dort ... Benjamin Shortman
- Emily, the Corpse Bride ... Darcy Harrington
- Victoria Everglot ... Roxanne Smith
- Lord Barkis Bittern ... Derby Harrington
- Nell Van Dort ... Beatrice Trudeau
- William Van Dort ... Bucky Pasteur
- Lord Finis Everglot ... Cornelius Thompson
- Lady Maudeline Everglot ... Christy Martin
- Mayhew ... Vance Medici
- Hildegarde ... Karen Johnson
- Emil ... Pedro De La Hoya
- Pastor Galswells ... Dan Wilson
- Elder Gutknecht ... Melvin O'Connor
- Mrs. Plum ... Eunice Pound
- Maggot ... Marty Corelli
- Black Widow ... Chelsea Dagger
- Bonejangles ... Trent Northwick
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