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Post by professorpineapple on Jun 19, 2010 15:54:28 GMT -5
This wasn't good, this wasn't good at all. Pretty bad, in fact.
Stevie stared up at the policeman with big, sad eyes. Puppy-dog eyes never worked very well with Stevie - for some reason, it just seemed to make people uncomfortable - but it was worth a shot. He wracked his brain for a story, a lie to get them out of this. One Pedro wouldn't screw up.
He glanced at the younger boy, who shifted bashfully away from him. Stevie wasn't particularly angry with him, but he liked seeing him squirm away like that. It made Stevie feel like he was in control.
Stevie looked up at the policeman. His expression was serious. "We just held up a gas station. Please don't tell our parents."
The officer looked unamused. Stevie grinned, but the man's expression didn't change. They were a grumpy old bunch, the Bullworth police department. Stevie didn't understand it. All the riffraff from the academy kept them busy - they should appreciate that. If everyone was all nice and orderly, the cops would get bored, and a bored cop was a bad cop. Stevie'd seen enough horror movies to know that bored, small-town cops became serial killers and satanists and all that.
"Well...?"
The policeman peered down at them expectantly. Stevie looked back at Pedro, who still wouldn't look at him. Seeing that his companion was going to be of no help at all, Stevie craned his neck, as if to look around the corner. He was quiet for a moment, then stepped up to the officer. He cupped a hand around his mouth, and the man leaned forward slightly.
"These girls," whispered Stevie, "From school, these older girls...well, it's a long story, but they made us come with them, as lookouts. So they could tag houses and throw rocks in their windows and stuff. They said their boyfriends would beat us up if we didn't do it, so we didn't have a choice, Sir. But this girl caught us, so we all ran away. I dunno where the girls went, 'cause we went back to make sure no one was hurt, see? I don't think anyone was, but we got chased out anyway. But please don't tell anyone we told you, Officer. Please."
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Post by AshHavynn on Jun 19, 2010 21:05:27 GMT -5
"Terrance, jewel, you'd better pedal fast," REL wheeled an Aquaberry cruiser out from the garage.
It wasn't hers. Had to be Pinky's, or something. It didn't matter to her.
"I don't care who we run into first, somebody's getting seven shades of shit beat out of them." She saw a flash of... was that reluctance in his eyes?
He is NOT going to try to squirm out of this. I'm not dirtying my hands over this.
She slithered closer to the blonde and made fake-claw hands at his face, turning the threat into a form of seduction by dragging her fingertips down his cheeks in a caress. Eye contact was made.
"Thank you for doing this for me," she cooed, "No one else stands up for me like you do... You're like my brave knight." she leaned in closer, lips touching his ear lobe. "I'll have to reward you for your chivalry later..."
((ALL I CAN HEAR IN MY HEAD IS THE VOICES OF DJ AND DORMY CHANTING "I'll do a special favor for you later!" in RETARDED VOICES.))
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Post by UnknownTerritory on Jun 20, 2010 1:45:51 GMT -5
((You do realize if that actually happened in real life Terrance would either A) Piss himself, or B) Faint. it amused me though XDDD))
Terrance's eyes were wide and he seemed frozen in place, a large blush spreading from his neck all the way to his ears. The prep could feel his heart pounding against his chest, and ow, it hurt. But he didn't dare move, say a thing.
When she leaned in towards him, he thought she was going to kiss him and nearly fainted from the thought. He was a bit disappointed when her lips lightly grazed over his ear lobe, but again, he nearly fainted.
Reward? From REL?! Terrance felt his knees tremble, imagining just what his 'reward' would consist of.
"O-Oh, it is no trouble, REL!" The blond boy laughed, a hint of nervousness in his voice. REL could tell he was lying, as well as any other person who could hear, or even see the two. "It is my pleasure!"
He didn't move though. His mind told him to go to the bike, but his tightening pants told him to right where he was, savor the feel of REL this close to him.
((Suuuucks XD But my first post since the 12th))
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Post by AshHavynn on Jul 3, 2010 0:33:01 GMT -5
Aaaand, cut.
It was practically scripted.
Poor baby needed some guidance, though. Baby steps.
REL ditched the blonde behind in favor of the direction of the bike, which she sat on flirtatiously, patted the seat next to her and made puppy dog eyes at Terrance, as if she were lonely or something.
This was going to be too easy...
((WHOOPS I ONLY FORGOT TO POST THIS A KATRILLION YEARS AGO. Sorry, Terry, I totally left you hanging there.))
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Post by Memai on Jul 24, 2010 12:42:02 GMT -5
"You said there were going to be girls, brah~"
"Yeah man! Where the hell are the girls?!"
Chaplin, Kirby and Ted had caught wind of a sleepover at the Vale, consisting of possibly the finest girls available at Bullworth Academy (which, really, was every girl who wasn't a nerd or Eunice).
Ted had promised his two friends that there would be girls in tiny, see through lingerie-like night clothes, that there would be raunchy pillow fights, sexy make out scenes and lots of suggestive playing around.
They got none of that. Instead, when they finally figured out which house was hosting the sleepover, all they saw was a broken window and a bunch of girls sitting around looking rather scared and angry.
"Okay, dudes, they totally said that they were gonna like, make out and stuff for us~"
"Maaaan, what a let down," Kirby threw his hands in the air with disappointment, "I was totally looking forward to the girls, because you know, I like girls and especially girls in underwear. I'm normal, like you guys."
Ted and Chaplin just drew awkward expressions. "Yeeeeah, brah, we geddit?"
"Totally, dude. We get it."
Kirby didn't like the way they said that, almost as if they doubted him!
Regardless, the boys were now left to their own devices and clearly had nothing to do for the night. All the careful planning and Special-Ops like escape plans were ruined.
"So what now, brahs? I ain't standing in the dirt all night," Chaplin piped up after a moment of disappointed silence.
"M-Man, I-I dunno. T-Ted's the one wh-who planned it!" Clearly, Kirby was still feeling a little awkward about his slight outburst a few moments ago. I'm not like that.
After a while, the quarterback finally came up with a plan for the night, albeit a little less enthusiastic than the original plan, "Dude, your dad's place still open?"
"24 hours, brah."
"Awesome! We could eat fuckin' chili dogs and beat up some nerds!"
"YEAH! POUNDCAKE TIME!"
"You in, Chap?"
With his characteristic crinkle of the nose, "Nah, I think I'll just drift around. If I catch you guys later, I'll join in."
"Whatever, dude, see ya!"
The Hawaiian left slowly, taking long steps and drawing in the night air. Fuck, it's cold. He zipped his hoodie up a little more, and hugged himself; it didn't matter how long he had been in New England, he never got used to the colder weather. The people were less friendly, less warm, less approachable; something that he had very rarely encountered back in Hawaii.
Maybe I just miss home a little.
He had walked quite the distance now, swerving through roads and side streets; while the weather and the people would never catch his fancy, he had to admit, New England was refreshingly pretty. It was like he was in some classy painting with the muted colors and early morning fog, the old buildings and historical bricked roads.
Still miss home though.
Through his little romp in nostalgia, he had caught a strange scene from the corner of his eye; a group of girls, looking awfully passive, while a certain someone confronted them.
Will?
He couldn't help but to approach the figure.
x x x x x
"Please, I'll pay for it, I promise I will, just walk me back to Bullworth!" Roxanne was already grabbing at weak, frayed ends now, Will noticed. He had thought her a nice girl, and kept the impression still; it was Kay and Lydia he wanted to punish after all.
"Please."
"I'd rather your friends--"
"Will! Howzit, brah?"
Oh god, no.
"Not now, Chaplin, I'm kind of--"
"RUN THE FUCK FOR YOUR LIVES!" Dee had yelled, grabbing at Kay and Roxy for one last chance at escape. Which they had gotten away with the moment Will turned his back to reprimand his Jock friend for interrupting.
"You... you--!" Palm to his face, irritated twitching of the eyebrow and a sudden pang for the pills.
"Brah, what're doing with a bunch of girls in their night clothes in the middle of the street?"
"... why must you ruin everything?"
"Howzat?"
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Post by professorpineapple on Dec 1, 2010 7:09:19 GMT -5
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m really really sorry. Don’t me mad at me, OK? I said I was sorry. You’re not mad, are you? I‘m really sorry.”
Stevie walked in step with the policeman, ignoring the mumbling in his ear. He hadn’t decided whether or not he was mad at Pedro, but he let the younger boy would assume that he was. Pedro needed some toughening up, and Trent always said that fear makes people stronger. Or was it pain? Stevie couldn’t remember. He made a mental note to backhand Pedro the second they were let go, just to be safe.
Officer Morrison glanced at them over his shoulder, and Pedro quieted down. Normally, kids from the academy would try to run away, but not these two. It wasn’t surprising, really. They were quite young - they probably didn’t know any better. Not yet, anyway. A few more years at that school, and they’d be a couple of real punks. It was kind of a shame, he thought.
The cop didn’t know if he bought their story about the older girls - something about it didn’t sit right. But, he didn’t give it much thought. The boys were clearly minors, out and about after curfew, and they needed to be taken in. The station was quite a ways away, but that wasn’t a problem. These kids were small enough to be spooked into cooperating, and followed behind him like a pair of well-trained puppies. He’d even gotten them to tell him their names: Pedro de la Hoya and Donald Anderson.
They walked on in silence, lead by the yellowy light cast by the officer’s flashlight. Stevie kept his eyes forward, ignoring Pedro completely. He could practically feel the anxiety radiating off of the other boy. Under normal circumstances, Stevie would find this strangely comforting, but he was beginning to feel uneasy.
In the two years he had spent at Bullworth, Stevie had been chased by the police dozens of times. Almost half of the student body had, at least once. That was just the way things were. This, however, was the first time the bully had ever been caught. He had never seen the inside of a police station, ever.
His shoulders tensed, and his hands shook, more from nerves than the cold. A police station - what did they look like, anyway? He imagined someplace unwelcoming, with concrete floors and white walls with no pictures. And a cell with a bunch of old drunks crammed into it. And they all had scraggly grey beards, except one, who was a lady, and probably a hooker. And the whole place smelled like a dentist’s office.
Stevie crammed his hands in his pockets, and let out a tiny sigh. He replayed the conversation with the cop in his head, mentally scolding himself for every mistake.
The thing about the girls was stupid. Why would they force a couple of kids to be their lookouts when their boyfriends coulda done it? They woulda beat us up for not doing it. Being a lookout is easier than beating people up. Shoulda just said we saw them do it - now he thinks we’re accomplices. Dammit.
Shoulda said my name was Algie instead. That guy‘s a tool. I don‘t even remember which one Donald is.
An icy wind made the trees shudder, and sent dried leaves skittering across the concrete. To the boys, this street looked no different than any other in this maze of a suburb. On either side were big houses set back on long driveways and well-groomed lawns, behind gates with signs bearing words like “manor” and “estate”. At this point, it seemed like the only way out was to follow Officer Morrison, and be whisked away to the police station. After that, neither boy knew what would happen to them.
They marched somberly towards what would no doubt be their doom, or at least phone calls to their parents. Pedro and Donald’s parents, anyway. Which, depending on which nerd “Donald” was, might not turn out very well for Stevie. If it was one of the fat ones, he was in trouble - those guys were like three times his size.
Then there were footsteps. Several pairs, coming up fast from the opposite direction. Officer Morrison raised his flashlight.
The light illuminated their faces as they turned the corner - three girls in pajamas, one on rollerskates. They were stunned momentarily by the light in their eyes, and Officer Morrison barked, “Hey, you!”
Stevie couldn’t believe his luck. He pointed to them, and said to the officer, “That‘s them, officer. They’re the ones that did it.”
“Hey, what---!?” one of them started - Stevie couldn’t tell which one - but Officer Morrison cut her off.
“All right, ladies, slumber party’s over. I’m going to have to ask you to come with me.”
Stevie bolted.
Officer Morrison whirrled around. “Hey!”
The girls scattered.
“Get back here!”
Somewhere in the confusion, the other boy had taken off as well.
“…I’m getting too old for this.”
((derp))
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Post by DJKID on Dec 1, 2010 7:39:34 GMT -5
(( I AM GOING TO POST.
... Later. Anyone else feel free to play without me. ))
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Post by Memai on Dec 7, 2010 4:21:48 GMT -5
"That was stupidly awesome, you guys!" Dee, despite her panting, was grinning like an idiot. She leaned against a wall in an alleyway, thankful to have gotten away from the cops and that creepy serial killer. "Now, about those chili dogs."
"Do...you...ever," Kay was panting heavily, doubled over and struggling to suck in the sweet precious oxygen, "Don't you ever get tired?"
"Kay, you don't look alright," Roxy, ever the worrier, put a hand on her large friend's shoulder, "You need water... or a bench. Or both." Oh, she knew this outing was a bad idea.
"Ah, she's a big strong err... monster thing. She'll be fine, Rox!" Dee slumped down and took a breather, "I mean, a little heavy running did no one any harm! Don't you guys feel more alive?"
Kay could swear this woman was insane, perhaps all that grease and leather was finally seeping through the layers of her skin, past her skull and into her brain, "First of all," a pant, "It's called an orc, secondly," another heavy pant, "I feel like I'm dying, damnit, how the hell can you feel alive when you feel like you're whole body is failing you."
"Chill, bro, we just got our asses saved. If we didn't go off running, we'd be hauled up by the 5-0 by now."
"Maybe we should get some water and head back to the dorm quickly, alright?" Roxy came between them, Kay was getting cranky and she knew the nerd had something of a temper, "We'd be in even more trouble if that officer catches us again." She paled at the thought of having dear mum and dad being called up by the police because their daughter was out sneaking around in the middle of the night with two suspicious looking characters.
"Hey, guys?" Dee spoke up, "Where's Judy?"
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Post by UnknownTerritory on Jan 10, 2011 1:13:09 GMT -5
Johnny, Tony, Lefty, Peanut, and Norton were walking down the street of BullWorth Town, headed towards Old Bullworth Vale. Eggs in hand and sneaking around the cops, the boys were feeling very mischievous.
Plus the fact that the two Italian-speaking boys would not. shut. up. was making the head Greaseball a bit irritable."Ed era tutto--" "Would you two just shut up?!" Johnny hissed at the two. Lefty and Tony glanced at each other, a guilty expression on their faces. After a moment of staring at each other, Tony turned to Johnny."Non ottenga la vostra biancheria intima in un mazzo, il mio caro." Tony used his hands to guild the words out, almost as if he were talking to a woman.
Both Lefty and Tony then broke into a fit of laughter, making Johnny roll his eyes.If only I spoke Italian.((Bullshit reply with a silly Tony. No translating WE NEED THIS PLACE TO PICK UP))
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