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Post by UnknownTerritory on Jun 10, 2010 13:59:07 GMT -5
((Terrance is so REL's bitch >.> He'd do anything for her. HE LOVES HER. Well, her slutty-ness :3 Also, "FUCKFUCKFUCKTITTYFUCKNO!", made me nearly pee my pants. Just thought I'd share.))
Terrance perked up at sound of his name, coming from REL's lips. Normally he would snap at anyone who dared to call him "Terry", but when REL said it, it made his knees feel like jello.
He didn't speak-- no way. He knew to speak only when spoken to.
What is that hissing thing around her neck? Did a cat and rat have a child? Oh yes, it is that ferret of her's. Oh gross! She's touching it!!
He felt a goofy smile form on his lips as he stared at her, imagining what was under that night gown, despite that rat creature being held in her arms.
"Terrance."
Terrance jumped a bit in surprise, especially by her tone of voice. Oh god. He gulped. "Y-you see, my dear REL, I had gotten into a fight with Gord an-and left and I saw that Stevie boy and the younger child, Deigo or something, with that Will guy. So I hid and watched what they were doing. An-and then there was a-a crash and that ugly nerd girl, a greaser girl, that girl on roller skates, and Roxanne went running. Then you started to yell...." He was rambling, but he couldn't help himself. REL always made him nervous.
Terrance was pale with fright, wondering how she would react.
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Post by AshHavynn on Jun 10, 2010 14:24:52 GMT -5
Although she had been staring directly at Stevie and Pedro for the last few moments, her attentions immediately snapped to Terrance at the mention of the girls.
"Roxanne?" She blinked, a bit confused, a bit sour. Throwing rocks through windows didn't seem Smith's cup of tea... And the nerve of the girl--both she and the greaser girl--Lydia, had been invited. But... an ugly nerd girl? That sounds much too vague.
REL kept a steady attention on Stevie and Pedro from her peripheral vision as she part cautiously part disarmingly sauntered her way to Terrance and his jell-o knees. God, she loved it when she could tell a boy was under her fingernails. "You'll have to be more specific, darling," she purred venomously, her purse-dog compensation crawling back around her neck. "There are a -lot- of unattractive, poorly genetically assembled females in green sweaters these days." She already knew it couldn't be Bea, who she'd tried to persuade to attend the party (some tips on concealer might help her get a date! And hair products... and... heels wouldn't hurt), but with Roxy's name thrown out there, she couldn't be too sure.
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Post by UnknownTerritory on Jun 10, 2010 14:49:30 GMT -5
Terrance stared down at her, swallowing a lump in his throat. "Um... it was that tall one... that yells a lot." He said shakily, shifting on his feet out of nervousness.
Maybe he was being too vague, and she didn't know who he was talking about. Maybe she thought he was being stupid. He felt his cheeks flush at that thought. God, he hoped not.
I would just die!
"She has the brown hair and-and wears those hideous goggles and she, well sh-she doesn't always wear a skirt...." He said, trying to remember everything about Kay. "Oh! And she has those dis-gusting scars!"
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Post by professorpineapple on Jun 10, 2010 15:10:19 GMT -5
((No problem, Ash ^^ ))
At the venomous glare of the size-zero harpie, both boys stopped in their tracks. Pedro ducked behind Stevie, who crammed his hands into his pockets, keeping a safe distance from the girl. Sure, she'd probably break if they poked her hard enough, but so would a black widow.
Stevie bit his lip, mustering up his courage as Terrance gave a frantic explaination. His gaze drifted to the tags on the garage, and it dawned on him that Pedro still held the shopping bag with their spray cans. Pedro seemed aware of this, too, and clutched the bag to his chest. The scantily-clad REL didn't appear to have noticed.
"Is everyone OK in there?" asked Stevie when Terrance quieted down. "We didn't do it."
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Post by AshHavynn on Jun 10, 2010 15:11:14 GMT -5
REL smiled.
((Why yes that is my post. Waiting for Stevie/Will/Anyone to do something))
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Post by Chelsea Saughton on Jun 10, 2010 17:24:46 GMT -5
"Naw man, don't get the authories involved," Dee argued. Kay stared at her. She obviously had something to hide. Probably all the cigarettes secreted among her clothing.
"Then you're going to pay for that window?" Will sighed. He was becoming impatient.
"Hell no." Kay replied. "I'm not doing shit for you,"
"Please Kay, just do what he says!" Roxy began to cry. Dee, rolling her eyes, patted her gingerly on the back.
"No! What the fuck? I don't even have the money to pay for that kinda crap."
"Me neither," Admitted Dee.
"I know one of you has," Will nodded his head towards Roxy who began almost hyperventillating at the idea of her having to ask Mummy and Daddy to pay for that.
"She really didn't have any involvement in it," Kay admitted. "Seriously, she DID try and stop me - which you would have seen, had you actually seen the crime."
"Not that it matters? You've admitted it as far as I'm concerned."
"We might've admitted it, but I really don't have the money to pay for some trust fund babie's window. For christ's sake, im sure it won't break the bank for a replacement."
Kay turned and began to leave.
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Post by DJKID on Jun 10, 2010 22:47:31 GMT -5
(( I didn't want Kay and Will to burst into a fight so soon. Someone else roll, plz DX ))
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Post by professorpineapple on Jun 11, 2010 14:51:24 GMT -5
((Stevie already did something :S Kinda.))
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Post by AshHavynn on Jun 11, 2010 14:55:25 GMT -5
"Well," the banshee hissed, "if you didn't, who /did/?" She already knew the answer. They'd about said it. She could piece together the criminals, but they were nowhere to be seen. What she REALLY meant, was 'take me to them.'
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Post by professorpineapple on Jun 11, 2010 15:25:22 GMT -5
Stevie stood quietly for a moment, thinking. He had no idea who'd done it, but, from what Terrance had said, it was probably those upperclassmen. That big nerd whose name escaped him, and the greaser with the long, dark hair. And some girl on rollerskates and a "Roxanne", but Stevie didn't know who they were.
So it was just some kinda girl-fight. No fun at all.
Dark eyes turned on Terrance, and studied him for a moment. Maybe...
He looked back at REL, who stared at him expectantly, and pointed to the fabulous blonde boy beside her.
"He did."
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Post by AshHavynn on Jun 11, 2010 23:16:57 GMT -5
"You don't say..." REL was unamused.
"You didn't... see anyone leaving in a hurry?" she made her way towards Stevie... Slowly... aimed to intimidate. "Via Terrance's alibi, I have the story that you two were doing something particularly..." she caught sight of Pedro's shopping bag, and though she could care less of the contents, she eyed it long and dramatically, to give that impression that she knew. "...Dangerous." another few steps forward. She flipped her hair. "And you were talking to Will! Mmm." Ok. So she -kinda- knew Will? Sorta? She didn't like, talk to him, or have his number or anything, but he was creepy, and they didn't have to know that she wasn't strongly acquainted with him.
She leaned back, arms crossed. "You're sure you didn't see any girls... fleeing, for lack of better wording? After all, I know where Terrance sleeps at night. He wouldn't dare. And... I'm more likely to believe the story of a friend than that of 2 dusty boys clutching a paper bag in the middle of the night. For all I know, you could have done it.
But we're wasting time. The fact is, no, I don't think you threw the rock. Whoever did it? Their trail is getting cold."
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Post by professorpineapple on Jun 12, 2010 1:54:53 GMT -5
Aw, man.
Stevie frowned, avoiding the bony girl's gaze. He could feel her eyes digging into him, like bee stings. As she stepped forward, he couldn't help but draw back. He bumped into Pedro, who flinched.
From where they stood, they could see the garage if they looked far enough to the left. Against the clean white doors, the words "Trust Fund Turds" stood out in green. And beside that, male anatomy drawn in blue. Stevie averted his eyes, and hoped the harpy would have no reason to turn around and look to the left.
"We didn't see anybody," the younger boy piped up. "Honest - he saw them."
He nodded his head towards Terrance. Stevie threw the taller boy a sheepish kind of smile.
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Post by UnknownTerritory on Jun 12, 2010 17:59:55 GMT -5
Terrance glared at Stevie, his hands on his hips.
How dare they say I did it! I am not that foolish to throw rocks! Well, through buildings, at least. That is just foolish!
"Oh REL," He said, whipping his head around a bit, then staring back at her so his bangs stayed to the side of his head, "I think they were teaming up with those girls." The boy turned his head towards the garage, "I mean, look at that filth they drew on the garage door! For all we know they could have planned this attack!"
Terrance smirked at Stevie mockingly. Blame me, will you?
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Post by professorpineapple on Jun 18, 2010 22:10:22 GMT -5
Oh, you son of a bitch.
Before the skeletal girl could even turn her head, Stevie bolted. He grabbed Pedro by the arm and dragged him along. The shopping bag clattered to the ground, spray cans clanking noisily against each other.
The boys fled down the dark street, not stopping until they came to a high, stone wall. Pedro flung himself around the corner, and Stevie followed suit. A floodlight mounted above them illuminated the empty basketball court.
Well, how about that...
They leaned with their backs against the wall, trying to catch their breathe without making too much noise. They hadn't gone far, but Stevie didn't mind. Now that REL was out of sight, he wondered why he'd been so afraid of her. She was like a spider, in a way - not all that scary when you really think about it, but it's freaky running into her in the middle of the night. Or something like that. Mr. Galloway made some good spider-person analogy once, but Stevie couldn't remember what it was.
((Poking a dead thread with a stick, I guess...))
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Post by Memai on Jun 19, 2010 7:06:49 GMT -5
(( Here comes Mems killing all the damned fun ))
This is it! Pedro thought, he had always wanted to be like Mr. Jimmy Hopkins Sir; all tough and willing to stand up for others. In his not-so-quiet admiration for the fuzz-headed teen, he forgot that Mr. Jimmy Hopkins Sir was also known to be something of a trouble maker.
So standing there, quivering and shaking in fear like the best of them, was possibly, one the more notable scare attacks he's had in a while.
Stevie however, was a little smarter than that. Sure, he didn't look it, but he knew that the only way to avoid trouble was to look like you weren't a part of it; play the victim, play stupid, play any card in the deck, just slip out of the situation as quickly as possible.
But with Pedro right next to him, that might be a problem.
"What're you boys doing at this hour of the night?" It was a police officer, "Don't you know what time it is?" The cop walked over to the boys, displaying a more concerned and-- daresay, caring, tone to the young troublemakers. A much preferred approach than the usual 'catch 'em and beat 'em' method the rest of the force likes to employ.
"Stay cool, Pedro," Stevie whispered harshly to the boy beside him, "Hello, Officer. Yes, yes, we know what time it is."
"You're out pretty late, do your parents know where you are?"
"I DIDN'T DO IT!" Pedro screamed suddenly, face wrought with guilt, "Please oh please don't send me to jail Mr. Officer Sir? Mama would kill me!"
"Wh--"
"What in the world is wrong with that boy?!" the policeman looked at the young Hispanic boy with a look that can only be classified as confusion and... slight horror.
"Oh, nothing, Officer," Stevie put a hand over the boy's mouth, "He's just... a bit jittery this time of night."
The officer dropped his caring tone altogether at this point, instead, he was now staring at the boys with suspicion.
"Let me repeat the question, again," his voice was a little more serious now, "What are you boys doing at this time of night?"
"Uh..." C'mon Stevie, find a way out of this!
x x x x x
"So, are you going to handle this matter civilly, or shall I alert the authorities?" These word games were beginning to irritate Will, but he kept his composure all the same, reminding himself of the extra doses of medication he might have to take with all this beating around the bush.
Kay, would've stood and fought the lanky devil down, but she was huffing as it is, and Dee probably wouldn't be stupid enough to get herself into a brawl knowing there wouldn't be any backup.
And Roxy, well...
"Oh!" She threw her hands up in the air, "Please, please sir, I don't want any trouble. Please, I'll pay for the window, just please don't tell anybody I was here. Please? I'm sorry we ruined your window, really." She was tearing up.
'Pathetic,' thought Will.
"Here, if you can walk me back to Bullworth Academy, I can get some money out and pay you back in full. Please."
(( lololololol I think Roxy and Pedro were raised the same way, what do you think? XD ))
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