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Post by AshHavynn on Mar 19, 2008 13:31:58 GMT -5
(Leave it to me to come up with random scenarios for our characters, and then create a new roleplay arch. Inspired by the song, "Stripped" by Shiny Toy Guns. Writing to calm my nerves of copy-pasting overwhelm syndrome.)
It had been 6 hours now. She'd been the first prep to leave the "Home Site," as the bus had been named. The first girl to go running off. Even the other girls had called out, crying for her to stay, scared of what she might encounter.
In the dark of the woods.
Jimmy was taking his respective position as leader of the pack, attempting to bring peace to the panic, and calm to the chaos. But it wasn't for her. She had the will to survive, and thought on her feet. She, unlike the other frantic preps, felt the immediate urge to work, and therefor was off. Roxy had been sharing the bus seat with REL, and as the dark skinned lass began to stand, the tiny teen in her leather jacket had been clinging to her arm. A completely unlikely scenario. But Peanut had already left; it appeared Lola had disappeared after the crash, and he'd been given orders to look for her. The greaser leader was a wreck. Roxy held onto the closest person--a fellow prep, though someone she normally wouldn't reach for.
"Pull yourself together, Smith," REL had whispered. Far from her normal hissing, not a drop of venom left for the once enemy now potential comrade. Everyone was so far from the masks they'd usually worn. "You can't come with me. I'll be back. Oh, do calm your nerves before I come back... I can't put up with babysitting," she added, trying to comfort the girl with normalities. It was clear she was in shock. It was clear she wasn't aware fully of what was going on. REL had frowned upon this. It's so hard to hate someone when they need you. "Hopkins, take care of her, too. We can't have our medic going into shock. Get a jacket from Ted or something."
He'd tried to ask her where she was going so soon, but she was far beyond verbal reach by then. Lola wasn't the only one missing, but she had no time to help look. It had been only 10 minutes at that time, and she became the first
to strip to the bone. She emptied her purse of credit cards, make-up and expensive perfumes. No longer a designer purse, just a bag--for carrying neccessities. Her aquaberry came off--now she had a blouse and a pair of shorts, and since she failed to bring accurrate footwear, she went barefoot. Heels are more dangerous than exposed soles in the forest. She dropped every part of herself and ran in to the woods.
Now it had been about 6 hours since she'd left the Home Site. She hadn't seen a soul out here, lost in the trees. She was filthy, but her bag was filled with fruits and berries and some sharp stones she's found. She'd go back with a boy or two and a nerd to mark a map of the area and help her bring in logs to make lean-tos against the bus. For now, her frail body was overwhelmed. As soon as she returned, she went no further but crashed into the ground. Parker was nearby, and helped her up.
"Are you insane? Where did you GO, REL!?"
"I brought extra food. Found some good building logs and wood for fires. What did Derby's boys find?"
"Justin, Chad, and Simon are all still missing..."
"Wonderful. What about the others?"
"Zoe, Lola, Kirby, Russell, Cornelius, Kay, and Constantinos are still gone, too. Maybe they're all together?"
"That's a huge group, parker. Have any of the scouts come back?"
"Everyone but Johnny and Peanut. Uh, REL, I think maybe you should... lie down or something? You look like the school Hobo married..."
(Feel free to speculate some. If your character is missing, then all it is is they're out in the woods. Choose any combination, all, or none to be with your lost character or just talk about a canon. If you can't tell, their bus crashed into the clearing of the woods and they have no idea where they are. The bus driver freaked and went AWOL. The bus is tipped over on a diagonal, as it's lying on some fallen trees. Anything else is left to y'all to decide. No limit to who could have come along.)
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Post by Chelsea Saughton on Mar 19, 2008 14:27:02 GMT -5
"Y'know, i swear on your life that if you make another complaint, i'm going to hit you,"
"Urgh,"
"But i'm just SAYING! This is soooo bad. My head hurts, my pants are wet- oh and there's- ARRRGH BUUG!"
"Oh dear...GAWD"
Kay, Lola and Cornelius were trekking through the wood together. Kay had upped and left first as she had gotten bored with the crying for 'mommy' and wondered if she could find out where the hell they were.
"Cornelius, I'm with Adams on this, it's only a bug." Lola snapped. Yes. Cornelius, the ultimate travel partner. Not. He finally stopped thrashing around and screaming and Kay rolled her eyes. The tall nerd was a few steps infront. Her ain had been to go alone, but her tag-alongs had done just that. Tag along, because "Adams knows how to syrvive in the woods". Little did they know that Kay was accustomed to city life and only ever fought people- not bears and bugs.
"I thought you knew where you were going!?" Cornelius wailed.
"I didn't say that," Kay groaned.
"But you're the Psycho Nerd! You're rough and stuff!" Lola cried out.
"So? I come from the concrete jungle! Besides, stop making out like this is a life/death situation. We're lost in the woods is all. We'll be out soon and then we can flag for a taxi to take us back to Bullworth," Kay told them in a bored voice.
"None of us have any money. How will we pay?" Lola challenged, jogging into step with Kay.
"You could always sleep with him, Lombardi." Kay sniggered. Lola was beside herself with anger.
"What ARE you saying?" She spluttered. "Wait till Johnny hears about this!"
"Maybe he won't!" Kay turned to the Greaser girl, wide-eyed, in a Blair Witch Project kind of way. "What if we never get out of here alive!?"
"Oh stop it, Kay!" Cornelius whimpered. "You know i don't like it when you act like this!" Kay laughed loudly, disturbing some birds or something. They flew away in a frenzy, making Lola and Cornelius jump.
"God, why couldn't i be lost with someone cooler. Like Melvin- oh, no, he'd turn it into a Roleplay. Or Zoe? Nah she'd just break stuff..."
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Post by Memai on Mar 20, 2008 3:36:01 GMT -5
"OH DO BE CAREFUL, SMITH!" Gord yelped as Roxy tied a bandage around his arm. She was still shaking, still shocked, but she was aware enough to grab a kit and help those in need. And the first one she stumbled on was Gord Vendome, lying helplessly on the ground grabbing at his arm, trying to cope with the large gash.
Certainly, it wasn't all too fatal, but it was a bother and quite painful too, but trust the auburn haired prep to make everything trivial into something melodramatic.
"Stop moving so much, Gord, you're making it hard for me."
"Aren't you supposed to be—YEOW!!!!"
"There! I'm done." The English girl said with a pout, clearing up her things and moving on over to Vance, who didn't do much, rather just sitting around with the other greasers and not minding the blood that stained his white shirt."
"'Ey Nightingale."
"You alright, Vance?"
"Just a scratch, no big deal. I can tough it out. Jus' worried dat Johnny and Peanut ain't back yet."
Immediately, she wore a dark, sad look, but treated her comrade all the same, failing to smile even after a dirty school-boy joke was told when she pulled his shirt up and took a closer look at the wound.
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"WILL YOU JUS' SHUT UP ALREADY?!" Peanut turned around to Constantinos, his fingers entwined into his hair as he yelled at the pessimist in frustration.
"Think about it, we're never going to make it out of here. We might as well just sit on—"
"Like Hell we are. Johnny's gotta be out there somewheres, Lola too, we ain't gonna find a way out till I says we do, got it, punk?"
The dark haired boy mumbled something under his breath, but kept up with the brown-haired greaser all the same. Who knows, he might live to see another day after this mess.
'Might' being the keyword.
Peanut was certainly in no good shape, his hair was a mess and he got scratches on his face and good jeans from finding his way about. He went out with Johnny, trying to find Lola and help his best friend out, leaving his dear girl in the care of the others back there. She'll be fine.
But he wasn't so sure of his own fate. He thought he had been tailing Johnny nicely, watching his steps as he made his way through branches and bushes, only to look up and find that his leader wasn't anywhere in sight, and certainly out of ear shot, for his voice was no hoarse and his throat dry from screaming out names.
And then he found Constantinos. A bit of a blessing, a bit of a curse, but he took the meeting in stride. After all, if this loser was able to survive thus far, his boss could be in better shape.
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Post by archangel9363 on Mar 20, 2008 5:27:38 GMT -5
*posting* ((when i read this thread, it looks like a crossbreed of: Without a Paddle, Lord of the Flies, and Lost... Tick Ivan and Kirby off the 'could be used' list))
It seems that everyone, whose wandered off into the woods have been paired up with people who pretty much classify as 'dead weight'. And from the looks of it, Robert Valen has been given the worst dead weight there is in the student body. Ivan Alexander, the school's resident narcoleptic, whose slung over the easily-angered prep's shoulder.
But that wasn't the worst of their problems, it seems that they too, are lost in the woods... But the odd thing is, is that BOTH of them passed out when the bus crashed. So how DID they end up in butt-fuck nowhere? The Australian, filed through his thought, to clarify this phenomenon.
Let's see... swerving off the road... crashed through some trees... bus tipped over... Ivan's head in my lap... Robbie blushed at that thought and then... black... after that, awake in the middle of God-only-knows with the only person, whose been making the Sandman work overtime! He thought a bit TOO disdainfully about the No-clique's uncontrolled habit.
About another 5 minutes of hiking through the forest, the Aust. prep heard a RATHER familiar voice. Robert, Quickened his pace towards the voice, and after a minute of jogging, he spotted a mop of milky brown hair on a short figure wearing a Bullworth varsity jacket. The left sleeve covered in blood.
"Kirby!" Valen called out the jock. When said sport-enthusiast turned around, he revealed the purpose of his blood-covered sleeve. There was a large cut on his left jaw-line
"...The hell do *hiss of pain* do you want, Robbie?!" Kirby responded, trying to hide his far-too-obvious reason to make indignant, cries of pain
((Sorry i hadn't been around, but i've been in a state of holiday preperation... my family always get like this during easter. HAPPY EASTER-WEEKEND EVERYONE!!!))
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Post by fireinthedisco on Mar 21, 2008 2:14:30 GMT -5
The sound of fluttering wings was followed by the rustling of leaves. The two nerds and the greaser girl all directed their attention towards the sound, which grew louder as it continued. Lola squealed lightly as she ran behind Kay, hoping not to startle whatever they had coming. Kay, who was only peeved by the greaser's cowardly behavior, silently placed her index finger on her lips; a signal for the other two to stay quiet.
The three lost teens stared at the source of the rummaging sounds. The bushes were being shaken violently until finally, a hand pushed a few branches aside to reveal the face of a calm blond boy.
"What up," Dalton stood before them with a hand up as a casual greeting. Although he appeared to be extremely collected despite the situation, his mind was undergoing immense amounts of thinking; mostly panicking thoughts.
(( sorry. all i can do for now. i have more in mind, buts i hasta goooo ))
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Post by Chelsea Saughton on Mar 21, 2008 6:18:54 GMT -5
(((LUL Dalton)))
"Flipping hell!" Kay breathed, slapping a hand to her heart.
"I thought you were a mugger!" Lola squealed.
"Oh no..." Cornelius cried. "Not him..."
"What d'ya want?" Kay asked.
"I take it you guys know where you're goin'?" Dalton asked tentatively.
"Not really. And i'm not really in the mood for dead wieghts to be honest," Kay replied shortly.
"I'm not a dead wieght! I'm the entertainment!" He said, with a grin. Kay rolled her eyes.
"Move it, i want to get home soon."
((Short but have to go out))
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Post by elchupacabra on Mar 21, 2008 8:04:39 GMT -5
"Where the hell are you taking us, you little jerk!"
"Trent, shut-up!We're looking for people, so can you stop complaining like a little bitch for one second and actually contribute to the search?"
"How can I 'contribute'?All we're doing is walking around the woods!"
"You can contribute by shutting-the-fuck-up!"
"Sir Oliver,Sir Northwick!We cannot quarrel in this hour of great distress!The other knights are depending on us!"
Brian Oliver felt he was in quite a predicament;stuck with his arch-rival,Trent Northwick,and his dorky,role-playing cousin,Melvin O'Connor, who's sense of fantasy and reality might have just finally meshed into one.
The only reason Trent was with Brian and Melvin, was because he wanted to find Russell.All the other Bullies were either hurt, already searching, or just too scared.So it was up to Trent.
Melvin,on the other hand, felt as though he could not abandon his kin, and also predicted it would be quite the adventure.So he went along too.
"Man, if we're lost, I'm gonna' pound your face in,Oliver."Grunted Trent,narrowing his eyes at the Jock.
"That's funny,Trent,because if you try to beat me up, I'll find a nice sharp stick, stab you in the jugular vein, then rip and tear.After that, I'll just leave your corpse in the woods to rot like the scum you are."Snarled Brian maliciously.
"Well,then I'll just-" Trent was cut off by a primal roar, only a few yards away from the group.
The trio's eyes all widened, and they dove down into the bracken-filled underbrush of the forest floor.
"Oh shit oh shit oh shit oh shit oh shi-"
"Shut-up,Trent!" Growled Brian through clenched teeth.
"Don't you tell me what to do!Do you even know what's out there?It might be like a fuckin' bear or somethin'!"Replied the blonde Bully, his voice filled with panic.
"Or perhaps an ogre!"Piped in Melvin.
"Yeah,an ogre.Of course.That's completely plausible.How 'bout I go check,you know, to make sure it's not a centaur or something."
Brian then peeked his head out from the bushes, and saw a large, muscular creature, hunched over a stream.
"Well, what is it?"Inquired Trent, who was nervously nibbling on his nails.
"I'm not sure.I can only see it's silhouette.I would say maybe a bear or something,but I'm not sure if bears live around here."
"Lads,I suggest we make our escape before the beast catches a wiff of our scent, and is upon us.Back to the adventurer's camp we shall go!"
The group slowly and silently made their way out of the bushes, and then proceeded into a quick jog.
All would have gone well, but Melvin, being a Nerd, was clumsy, and none too athletic. He tripped over a dislodged tree root, and tumbled to the ground.
In Melvin's wake, came Trent, who then stumbled over Melvin's body, and he too, fell to the floor.
Brian, being a Jock, had a quicker reaction, and managed to jump over the fallen pair. But directly after he jumped over them, a tree was revealed, which the boy slammed into.
Hearing their crash, came the creature from before, charging forward to destroy those who had disturbed his territory.
"Oh God,we're gonna' die." Whispered Brian, clenching up for the oncoming assault.
The other two did the same, before they heard the distinctive cry of,"RUSSELL SMASH!"
"Russell?Is that you?Russell is gonna' save us!" Cried Trent.
They all looked around for their savior, but no Russell in sight.
Then they looked at the beast charging right towards them, and they saw him.
"No!No!Russell!Russell!Stop!Stop!Friggin' stop,damn it!It's us!"Howled the group.
The Bully leader was now only a few yards away. At this point, it would be virtually impossible to stop him.
But Trent Northwick had an idea, something that could stop Russell.
He shot up, directly in front of his charging friend, and screamed,"RUSSELL!STOP!"
The massive boy came to a screeching halt, about a foot in front of the other Bully.
"Trent?Trent?That you?Trent!"
The larger Bully embraced the smaller one in a crushing bear hug, that lifted Trent off the ground.
"Man, this was lucky."Said Brian.
"Hell yeah it was!" Replied Trent, who was virtually crushed by the hug and gasping for air, but still ecstatic.
"Now we can finally go back to the Home Site!" Breathed the Jock,relieved.
"Not to bring thy spirit's into the nether, but where are we?"
"...God dammit,Melvin.You're such a buzz-kill."
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Post by Memai on Mar 21, 2008 10:18:41 GMT -5
Brian, Melvin, Trent and Russell looked about, unsure of what to do.They took turns and rounds, certainly forgetting to leave a marker of some sort to help them back.
"A stream, we could follow along the water," Melvin suggested, already making his way, but was stopped when Brian piped up.
"You forgot that we crashed into the middle of nowhere, right? Not even a stream in sight, how's that going to get us back?"
"Jock's got a point," The blonde bully agreed, before putting his hands on his hips and looking about confused, "Man, this sucks, how the hell are we gonna get back?"
"Maybe if you just shut up for a minute and y'know, actually think?"
"You're the one who dragged us all the way out here!"
"So it's my fault then?"
"Will the quarelling ever end?" Melvin raised his hands up in defeat, but the small group of teens immediately froze in place (Russell simply looking about more confused than a boy of his intellect should) when they heard a grunt and rustling behind the bushes.
It seemed like whatever had caught itself through the branches and leaves, had quite a time struggling free, with primal grunts and snarls.
"Shit, it's a fucking lion..." Trent whispered, "I'm gonna fucking die at the hands of a lion!"
"Will you just shut up, man?!"
"Maybe someone go see what there?" Everyone was gobsmacked to have some rationality and logic coming from the mouth of the larger boy. But all the same, questions weren't asked and it was Brian who took a step forth.
He took very slow and cautious steps, making sure that he had enough room to turn back and run a good distance from whatever savage creature was behind the bush. 'Man, I hate forests.'
He was a few steps away, and jumped back before another grunt and rustle was heard... and a distinctive 'thump' noise. And there, lying scratched up and sweaty, on the forest ground, was none other than Johnny Vincent. Hair messed and breathing heavily, his jacket had been removed and was clutching it tightly in one of his hands.
The jock stepped forth and prodded the greaser leader with the tip of his shoe, "Dude... you a'ight?"
"Mmmph..."
"Great, more dead-weight."
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Post by archangel9363 on Mar 21, 2008 10:59:01 GMT -5
"Well then Olsen, I WAS planning on helping you with that cut, but still being the dick you are, I wont!" The brown ponytail spat at the short jock "Well MAYBE if you didn't beat the... *hiss of pain*.. the crap outa' me all the time, i wouldn't treat you like crap! And what the hell you mean 'Helping me with that cut'?" Kirby debated. SURELY Robbie was joking about helping him. Most preps are like that "I'll tell you how until you can clean yourself off... there HAS to be a creek somewhere..." The Australian trailed off and looked down, when Ivan FINALLY decided to wake up. The Bulgarian's ((i THINK Ivan's a Bulgarian...by legacy.. -.- ) sight was greeted by being suspended a few feet from leaf infested ground. "... wha'... what happened..." The narcoleptic groaned " W-why am i off the ground...?... am I in my flying dream again...?" He mumbled sleepily. That's when said no-clique heard an irritated groan "NO Ivan, I've been carrying you through the middle of... somewhere, for the last 10 minutes" Valen corrected the formerly-unconsious boy. Alexander tried to look up, and spotted Robbie and Kirby. The prep carrying him, and the jock with a bloody face and sleeve. "Uuhh... can you put me down Rob?" The dark auburn haired student asked, who easily got what he wanted. "so what happened... why are we out here?" He asked "I haven't the slightest idea on how you and I got out here." Robbie explained. "Must've been my sleepwalking, that got us out here." The no-clique answered "Sleepwalking?" "Yeah, but i don't wanna go into those details now... so what happened? APART from out here." Ivan questioned "The bus crashed, we're lost, my BlackBerry can't get a good signal--" Robbie was interrupted by the brown haired jock's cough. That's when the ponytail remembered what he was going to do "...Apologies Olsen, but first we have to try and clean Kirby's wound before it gets infected... but where's water?" The prep pondered "I think I passed a stream like 5 minutes back there..." the injured jock pointed in a direction, before he made another hissing sound due to his cut "OK then...lead the way, Olsen" Robbie requested.
When the two forced-together enemies walked ahead, Ivan paused to grab a sharp rock off the ground. He then proceeded towards a tree, and gouged a piece of the bark, marking the tree with an arrow incase if they--or anyone else-- got lost, and follow the markings "Hey, wait up!" Alexander called out to the pair, as he stopped at every second tree making arrows on the trunks
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Post by AshHavynn on Mar 21, 2008 16:25:50 GMT -5
It was starting to get dark, very quickly. Not that it wasn't already dim out here in the forest, but nightfall was sure to make even centimeters of sight impossible, and the pitch was descending over the land with its dotted holes of gems sparkling up above, the lanterns all to high to reach, lighting every world away but their own.
REL leaned against a tree, almost reclining in posture. So far, no one had been found. Two of the scouts had been lost, and just since she'd returned, word got out that 3 more--Melvin, Trent, and Brian--had left without informing Jimmy, and were still unheard from. The only one with a flashlight was Seth, who was having a bit of an emotional breakdown in the back of the bus. Seems that the wild is harder to patrol than the monitoring of school halls.
She wanted just to snatch up that torch and disappear into the wood again, screaming for all she was worth, but small frames are easily fatigued. For this reason, she chewed on a berry or two that she'd brought back with her. Of course, she wasn't worried. As long as she got out of here alive, she could care less if every other student here died. None was worth it, they were all frivolous lives. Or so she liked to say to herself.
Some had sleeping bags. Some huddled under their jackets. Some took the clothes they had packed--whatever they could salvage--and created little tents. This was REL's area. She had a small sewing kit with her incase her clothes should tear, and she sat comfortably in the dirt sewing her skirts and some revealing tops into one large canvas. She saw Gord cringe at every stitch she pulled out of the clothes. She knew he'd probably be coddling his Aquaberry to the end. He could sleep on the cold ground. Then, of course, there was Jimmy and Petey, Derby, Ted, Russell and Johnny, who would share the bus as their room. Of course, Earnest hadn't come along at all, and the Bully and Greaser leaders were far from around. Gord would probably get his invite from the Hopkins kid to shelter in the bus before the night was over.
She wasn't worried. She hated them all. She wasn't worried. Most of them would make it back safely. Most of them.
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Post by Chelsea Saughton on Mar 21, 2008 17:11:35 GMT -5
"it's too dark, we can't go on," Cornelius said quietly. The first peice of intelligent information he'd provided them with all day. Kay stopped dead in her powerful tracks. Lola stumbled into the back of her.
"You could have warned me..." She muttered.
"Actually, We really should build a fire." Kay announced. She felt about in the dark for a tree to lean on. "My back is killing me. Could one of you go get some fire wood? Anyone got anything to eat?"
"Uh, i am not going out into those woods," Lola said, annoyed.
"Of for god's sake. I'll make a freaking forest fire if you don't-"
"Wait, here's a bush that feels fairly dead," Cornelius cried. Kay pulled out a lighter from her jeans pocket. "Okay, haul it out,"
Dalton, Kay and Cornelius grabbed various branches and began to yank the bush out of the ground. It tore away from it's roots easily. Kay layed it down and struck her lighter under it, watching as the flames started to spread over the dead wood very fast paced.
"Look, this is where im not asking anymore. I'm ordering. Go find wood. This busk isn't going to last us very long," Kay barked. She pointed out into the darkness. "Keep whistling so that you won't get lost,"
"I can't whistle," Lola replied dully.
"Oh for the love of-"
"Why can't you gather wood?" Cornelius demanded.
"Because I'm keeping base. I'm going to try and make us some kind of shelter out of branchest from this tree!" Kay snapped. "Now go!"
"C'mon guys, we've got to stick this out," Dalton said, hearding Lola and Cornelius out to look for sticks. Kay began to ascend the tree, hanging on branches to snap them.
It was going to be a long and painful night.
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Eventually, Dalton and Cornelius stumbled back with Lola in tow, armfuls of dry sticks- Lola had two sticks and tears running down her face.
"I can't do this!" She wailed.
"Whatever," Kay muttered. She was sitting on a large pile of leaves under a crudely constructed shelter made of confertious branches torn from trees. The shelter could only be sat under, but if they squeezed, all of them could sit under it.
"That's pretty cool," Dalton said, looking under after putting his pile of sticks down. Lola was under the shelter like a shot. Cornelius looked doubtful, but got under anyways.
"Has anyone got anything to eat?" Kay asked, looking worried.
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Post by archangel9363 on Mar 21, 2008 17:49:20 GMT -5
After an INCREDIBLY long trek through the many near-identical trees--save for the ones Ivan has marked-- the trio had made it to a large stream. Now to get to work on Kirby's cheek
"OK... Kirby, get your face cleaned up... maybe your jacket too." Robbie ordered. Since in time he's expected to take control of a financial empire, and being a VERY independent person, despite his prep-ness, he has appointed himself as the leader.
Olsen wasn't complaining (much) about the Australian's control, but he seems to know what he's doing so far... lets just see that prick's face, when a bear eats one of 'em! Most likely that sleepy bastard following them!
When the jock leaned down on the edge of the water, he placed his bloody jacket sleeve in the river. after a second or two, long ribbons of the metallic ruby life essence faded into the stream. after another minute of watching teh water change colour, drifting downstream, his sleeve returned to its intended white colour.
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"For the love of God kid, jus' SHUT UP!" Romano yelled at his travel partner.
"But i'm tired and hungry, and it's dark--" Constantinos continued his perpetu-whine, until he walked into Peanut's back. The reason said greaser stopped, was because he barely noticed that they were on top of a ridge, and about to walk off the ledge. But thanks to the pessimist, they fell off the mock-cliff, and inevitably rolled down the side... into a shallow stream.
When they both crawled to a bank, the leather-wearing teen was on his hands and knees coughing up water and mumbled curses to the lead pipe in his bike spokes. The Grecian rolled over so he was looking upwards, and signature-whined:
"Why do you hate me God?!"
"...Is that you, Brakus?!" A relatively familiar voice called out
((sorry it took me so long, but my sister HAD to update her MySpace... again))
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Post by Chelsea Saughton on Mar 22, 2008 4:49:40 GMT -5
Kay rolled her eyes. Lola was STILL shivering and sobbing slightly after a an hour and a half. No one had ANY food and Cornelius had taken two asthma attacks in the last twenty minutes. Dalton was really the only one not complaining. He was walking around a bit trying to get a signal on his cell.
"Any luck?" Kay called out to him.
"No..." He shouted back. "Not with this cell, but being here with two girls, yeah. I'm lucky," He gave a grin. Kay rolled her eyes again.
"We might get eaten in the night," Cornelius said suddenly. "I mean, what if a bear comes along here- we're like a tin of TUNA!" His eyes were wild. "WE'RE ALL JAMMED IN THIS LITTLE SHELTER-THING! WE ARE LIKE SARDINES! AND BEARS LIKE SEAFOOD!"
Kay stared at him, wide-eyed. Dalton had stopped walking in circles with his cell to stare too. Lola sobbed even louder.
"I WISH WE'D NEVER EVEN COME ON THIS JOURNEY! WE ARE GOING TO DIE-"
"Cornelius! Corn, man- you gotta-"
"JUST KILL ME NOW! I'D RATHER THAT THAN BE SAVAGED BY A BLOOD THIRSTY-"
"WAAAAAAAAHHH!" Lola began to scream. Kay panicked and Dalton looked terrified. He was backed up against a tree.
"CORN- YA GOTTA SHUT-"
"THIS IS WORSE THAN BEING BULLIED ALL MY LIFE BY EVERYONE ELSE! I'D RATHER BE BACK AT BULLTWORTH RIGHT NOW BEING PELTED WITH WATER BALLOONS-"
"WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRHH!"
"Guys...?"
"LOLA, SHUT UP!"
"Guuysss~...?"
"OR WHAT IF WE GET ATTACKED BY A PACK OF WOLVES- OR CYOTES?! WHAT ABOUT BUZZARDS?! THEY'LL PECK OUR EYES OUT!!"
"NO THEY WON'T! THERE AREN'T ANY BUZZARDS-"
"YOU DON'T KNOW THAT FOR SURE!"
"Guys... all his screaming will attract the wild beasts...!"
"WAAAHHHH!"
"RIGHT!" Kay leapt from a sitting position and dumped her whole body wieght on Cornelius. His break down caused him to thrash around wildly. Kay utilised her knees and arms to pin him down, while clamping a hand over his mouth.
"Shut her the fuck up, will you?" She yelled at Dalton, jerking her head at Lola. He sprinted over and sat down beside her, making cooing noises and trying to use his sexual charm to make her be quiet.
"Listen you little weasle." Kay snarled at Cornelius. "I might be a fellow Nerd, but let me tell you- if you don't clam your mouth up, I'm going to snap that little scrawny neck of yours. You understand me? I mean it. I'm more dangerous than any of the animals in this here wood."
Lola slowly quietened down too. She was now in shock, her face pale and her eyeliner running down her cheeks. Dalton already had his arm around her. Two-bit cassanova...
Cornelius was clearly having a synaptic break-down due to being outwith the confines of the school library for too long. Kay felt sorry for him in a way, as she too hated the wilderness. She only liked the city life. Lola too, she was a tennemnets chick. The only wilderness she'd experianced was the Hobo's beard. And the batty cat-lady's knickers.
She wasn't sure about Dalton. Well, he didn't really look like her knew what a tent was- let alone ever been camping.
Kay, after fifteen solid minutes, let Cornelius up. He was still wild eyed, but his lips were pursed as though he might scream again but was too scared of Kay's huge hands flying towards his neck. His glasses were lop-sided and he didn't fix them.
They were silent. Dalton didn't look scared anymore. He'd fixed a cocky demanour with Lola. Winking and grinning at her. Time passed slowly. An owl hooted nearby, but Kay fixed Cornelius with an icy star to make sure he wouldn't open his mouth.
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Post by AshHavynn on Mar 22, 2008 12:55:39 GMT -5
It was pretty late now. It was even difficult to see your way around the Home Site, though a few dieing tiny bonfires prevented anyone sneaking about past hour from tripping over any slumbering students.
She should've gotten the flashlight and gone while she had the chance. Jimmy had taken full control of any and all useful items--barring REL's bag of food that she had originally intended to share in the first place. Obviously his self-proclaimed ownership of things he did nothing to earn didn't settle well with her. She's just that kind of person--seeing someone bask in the light that someone else deserves over their hard work to attain it simply boils her blood. Either way, it would probably be easy to get the flashlight soon. Hopkins was bound to be passed out. Unfortunately, REL was sharing her fashion-built tent with two others: Pedro, who had little else to go to and had practically snuck onboard anyway, and Roxy, who was attempting to hide from everybody for the night, as she'd been tending wounds all evening, and no remaining preps or greasers spare the pigtailed harpy would leave her be. She was getting fed up with the frequent encounters with her practical arch nemesis, but she found it hard to tell the poseur no in the circumstances. Besides, there was an unspoken agreement that they weren't exchanging unnecessary banter, and there was room enough in the rather large wardrobe house where the only two huddled were Roxy and Pedro. And they both seemed to be sleeping soundly enough.
So she snuck out of the tent and silently, slowly, made her way to the bus. All she wanted was the torch. She wasn't going anywhere with it. Just to spite Hopkins, that's all.
It's not like she was thinking of going looking for anybody.
She just hoped her tagalongs were still passed out when she returned.
(Ugh. We're going to pretend that was a feasible reason for Roxy to even meditate on sharing a tent with REL. Mem, I think I placed far enough little hints in there for you to have loads of fun with your next post.)
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Post by Chelsea Saughton on Mar 23, 2008 7:44:36 GMT -5
Kay woke with a start.
A scream shook her out of her light sleep. Dalton and the others were still alseep.
"urgh... still in this cold, stinky forest..." Kay murmured. She looked at Dalton and saw the bulge of his phone in his pocket. (( yes, his phone you fiends! XD)) She wrestled with his SKINNY SKINNY jeans and pulled it out. It had one bar of signal.
"Oh-" She contemplated waking Dalton, but that would take too long. She quickly went into his texts and composed a short 'help, we're lost' message and signed it from Cornelius, Kay, Dalton and Lola and sent the message to everyone that she knew in his phone book.
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