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Post by Memai on Mar 8, 2008 12:27:41 GMT -5
RP originally conceived by the wonderful Ash (Crack Pairing Roleplay. Do NOT just say: "Oh, well, they're with so-and-so." You can choose who you want (another OC, even), but you have to DEVELOP the relationship. IE, if you want Gary-Stu to date REL (because we ALL know she'd never give him the time of day), instead of just having them totally hook up, he'd have to ask her out on the date, blah blah blah. Rejections? Totally possible. Crack pairings that WORK? Acceptable. Break-ups? Go for it. Hating people they'd normally love? Sexy. Having 15,000 girlfriends? I'm not gonna fight you. But when the ladies find out, BEN-JI, do expect a riot. Sorta playing off Turmoil's zombie thing, don't take it personally.) It all started out with a lab experiment. An innocent, childish girl thing, for kicks and giggles. But sometimes your research can lead to... unexpected results. You see, it all started out in Dr. Watt's Chemistry class. Junior class project was to concoct your own special chemical-- a long disclaimer atop the assignment warning against the perils of mixing bleach and ammonia just to be safe (although many of the jock juniors would inevitably think it a good idea). REL Wigglesworth, lonely junior that she was, longed so for a decent relationship for ONCE in her miserable, misunderstood life, but was never the one to have the necessary... "skills" we should call them, for maintaining a relationship. So she devised in her head a magical Cupid's potion that could affect the hormones of 2 people, and after taking the drink and making eye contact, their metabolism would shift in such a way that the glucose in the monogamy-regulating portion of their brain would be balanced, thus creating a stable, undying affection between one another. She spent the entire six weeks working, microscoping, researching, and asking Roxy and Kay at random times math and biology questions that she could not answer for herself.
Unfortunately, science was not at ALL REL's strong point. After slaving over the project like the love-crazed fool that she is, she decided it was time to test the finished product (after all, from what she saw, it worked ASTOUNDINGLY WELL for the rats in Dr. Slaughter's class...) She filled her RWW thermos with the sweet-smelling liquid and heated it up so as to be easily confused with fresh tea. At half past 10 some Saturday morning, she set off from her room to Harrington House. She found her target 'guinea pig' seated comfortably on the fountain, eating his expensive lunch with expensive posture and equally expensive company-- Simon Gibbs was casually chatting with Pinky Gauthier and Gord Vendome. The conversation died as REL's shadow was cast upon them, Pinky scrunched up her face and she flitted off, and Gord decided it was high time to go shopping, anyway. Unfortunately for Simon, before he could sell himself to join him, the darkskinned girl had already taken her seat next to him. He faked his smile.
"How rude," she commented, no doubt on the other preps' abandonment, "And to think I brought them all elevensies tea." Simon knew the offer. It was an English thing, and it'd be hard to refuse her now as she had only him left to take tea with. Quite possibly he might have temporarily been homesick by the remark. Nonetheless, when she drew her cups from her bag and filled them half with the steaming fresh liquid, he accepted, and they even toasted to the idea of being English. Just 5 minutes and I can go... Uh... Forget something in the vale.
"Cheers." "...Cheers." She smiled at him, he was sure there was a glint in her eyes. He drank nervously. Oh god, what if that American 'date rape' drug is in this thing? Just get away as quickly as possible. Well, at least it tastes nice. Not like tea I've ever tasted. Her chef must be foreign, after all, my nanny is greek.
He quickly finished his tea. "That was a delicious pot of tea, REL," his false politeness ever blooming, "But now I am afraid I must go. I have a prior engagement to attend to with the chaps." He looked at her and nodded his head. And then it happened-the moment she was waiting for-- their eyes met for a full romantic second and--
he high-tailed it out of there like his hair was on fire. Most disappointing thing she'd ever known. And Simon himself, minus the aftertaste of strawberries, had no twisted preferences or heightened desire to be with her--if not a heightened desire to ESCAPE from her.
2 days later, she grudgingly went to Dr. Watt's class with her report on the failure of the project. She sat in the back row, her head rested on her hands, as the other children explained their concotions. Last in line before her, Kay Adams, took the stage. Her report was lengthy and intelligent, but understandable. Her creation preferred the gasious state, however, unless in extremes of temperatures, and its effects were unknown--at least to REL, who paid little attention.
"Very good, Kay. REL? Your report?" "Yes, Dr. Watts," she said, in a melancholy voice. She'd been so disappointed by her results that she'd forgotten her thermos in the lunch room, and it had disappeared before she returned for it. Thus, she had no proof for her report.
It never occurred to her that other people might have drank the delicious juice. Nor how many people could sample it.
Not too much longer after she failed the assignment, the children poured out of their classes, happy for the day to have ended. Kay carried her container of gas with a blue ribbon-very pleased to have recieved the honors of best grade in the class, she bragged to her best friend Anne. All the kids were crowding as they tried to exit the front doors all at once--typical end of a schoolday. But away from the madness stood Lane Silverburg, with a cup of tea, going absolutely hysterical. She'd come to give her brother a visit, and now she was following him, attempting to get him to ingest the tea, insisting he'd 'love it.' Will, on the other hand, had trouble believing her story, did not know where the drink came from, and wanted no part of it. It was past time to take his 3 o'clock and 2 minutes pills, anyway.
"Oh, Will, humor me, please. It's been so long since you've liked anything you could atleast pretend..." Not the begging type. But to quickly escape the growing crowd and get his sister from bothering him in such a childish and demeaning way, he took one tiny sip and handed the cup back to her, nonethemore afftected than before.
Back in the crowd, a fatal mistake to the social boundaries of all who had taken the 'tea' was made. Kirby and Bo were tossing the ball, morseo to amuse Kirby in his rowdiness from being confined to class, when a girl in sparkling new stilletto thong shoes walked by him, distracted the redhead from what he was doing. The ball zoomed over his head and pegged the unaware prizewinning Kay in the head, throwing off her equilibrium and sending her arms flailing to guide her balance back.
The glass jar hit the ground. Crack. The atmosphere changed for everyone, and no one could see a thing. Black-outs.
(By the way, only the OCs drank the tea. Yes, cheap intro. Now start crack pairing your heart out!)
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Post by Memai on Mar 8, 2008 12:28:08 GMT -5
((I sense a Dr. Jekyll/Mr. Hyde concoction coming to mind, Ash meh dear. ^__^ Do you mind if I add ione more touch of sci-fi for Benji and the other little boys? I promise, this will still be a serious roleplay, as I would never go against the forum rules.))
Dr. Watts smiled at the room of underclassmen, all of whom were excited (or at the very least, CURIOUS) about the experiment they were due to perform that day. After hearing rumors about Dr. Watts accidentally turning an entire class of students into brain-munching zombies the year before, they were no doubt wondering what insane experiment he might have in store for them today.
Who knows? The Chemistry teacher might have a formula prepared that might change the whole lot of them into high-flying superheroes. Take THAT, Captain Galaxy!
"Seeing as the junior class is having relative success at their chemistry projects," Dr. Watts explained with an insane smile, "I have just received permission from Dr. Crabblesnitch to move the assignment to younger classes! But of course--" Dr. Watts gave them all a crooked grin "--he doesn't exactly know that I'm moving the assignment to you YOUNG ONES. But let's just keep that our little secret, okay?"
"Yes sir!" the class piped excitedly. Well, most of the class.
"Good! Now, everyone, disburse into groups of three, and pick a lab station! I'll be coming around shortly to hand out the guidelines and regulations of the project..."
"How boring," Benji muttered, not bothering to even listen to the half-insane teacher. Plopping disinterestedly into a lab station, he rested his chin in his hand as Pedro and Sheldon gave him disapproving looks.
"Oh, come on, Benji!" Sheldon argued, planting his hands on his hips like a middle-aged housewife. "Everyone's been DYING to try Dr. Watt's more advanced projects! It shows that he has confidence in us!"
"And it's bound to be more exciting that mixing baking soda and vinegar all day," Pedro agreed. "Who knows? We might even learn how to make firecrackers and stink bombs!"
"I already know how to make those things," Benji groaned, staring at the ceiling in boredom. He poured himself a small cup of tea from the thermos he had found earlier that day, and drank a full cup in one gulp. He then quickly hid the thermos before Dr. Watts saw him. "You know what I'd LIKE to do? I'd like to concoct a potion to make me OLDER."
Both Pedro and Sheldon gasped. "Older? Why?"
"Why? Being a kid stinks! Everyone ignores you, when you try to make a point, they shrug you off, and we're physically too weak to defend ourselves until we hit puberty! Let's face it. There's nothing great about being young. Or old. Or in between. Okay, life just plain sucks, no matter how old or young you are. Wanna take some cyanide and die like gentlemen?"
"...WAAAAAH! Stop scaring me Benji!" ' Pedro buried his head in his hands, and sobbed loudly.
"Boys!" Dr. Watts yelled, glaring at the three young lads disapprovingly. "Stop making such a rukus! You're disturbing the rest of the class! If you must be noisy, than make yourselves useful and take out those old chemistry sets! Get some gloves and goggles, and dispose of the sets in the hazard room!"
"..."
"..."
"...do we have to?"
"NOW, BENJAMIN!"
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"This is all your fault, Benji."
"Shut up, Sheldon. I just lost that cool thermos of tea, and now some crazy bitch probably has it. It was really good tea, too..."
"Forget the tea! If you'd just been excited like the rest of us, we'd be working on our project by now. But noooooo! You had to go and make a rukus!"
"Sheldon, if you try to lecture me one more time, I'll--"
"Hey guys!" Pedro cut into the fight nervously, squeezing his way in between his two increasing angry friends. Blinking worriedly through his goggles, he motioned (with difficulty) at the hazard room while trying to balance the old chem set in his arms at the same time. "Come on! Let's just dump these things and get back to class. My arms are getting tired..."
"Butt out, Pedro," Benji snapped, but fell silent at the Hispanic boy's hurt whimper. He stared at the floor in disappointment, and sighed. "Oh, fine. Whatever. My arms are getting tired too..."
With that, the three boys walked into the hazard room. Benji stared at the ground carefully, stepping over a large crack in the dilapitated floorboards. "Hey guys," Benji warned. "Be careful! There's a cracked floorboard."
"There's a what?" Sheldon asked, not looking at all where he was going.
"I SAID there's a cracked floor--AH, SHIT!"
Before he knew it, Sheldon tripped into Pedro, who tripped into Benji, who in turn tripped into an enitre shelf of chemicals, which mixed with the chemicals in the chem set he was already carrying.
Uh oh.
BOOM!
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"Oh my goodness!"
"What's going on?"
"Aw, man! First Kay's crap blows up, and now THIS?! Did Watts try to make another class of Zombies again?"
Roxy, accompanied by almost every student on the first floor, ran out of their classrooms in fear and confusion. When they saw waves of smoke exiting the hazard room, everyone stopped dead in their tracks.
"Oh no..."
"WE'RE DOOMED!"
"Don't breathe, Petey! I don't want you to turn into a member of the living dead again!"
Roxy, however, was more worried if anyone was still in the hazard room. Were they alive? Were they all right? Were they genetically still homo sapiens?
And then, there were sounds of weak coughing. Everyone, save Roxy, immediately took a step back as sounds of zombie death floated around the crowds. Roxy rolled her eyes at the sight of Vance grabbing a piece of wood and brandishing it in front of him like a weapon.
Zombies? Oh, honestly!
Suddenly, a figure emerged from the smoke. A tall, lean figure. Roxy heard him--she was now sure it was a HIM--cough again, and he paused. The person sounded...familiar...but why was the pitch much deeper? Then, there were two more figures accompanying the first. Both were also tall, and sounded very, VERY...
...grown-up.
The smoke cleared.
The girls shrieked in surprise, delight, and shock.
Standing before them were three tall, handsome, half-naked sixteen-year-old boys. One was a tall, wispy black boy, who lacked muscles but made up for it with his teddy bear face. Another was a shorter, but more muscular Hispanic boy, who would have seemed tough had it not been for the fact that he was hanging onto the arm of a tall, leanly built, wheat-blond boy who was wearing thick, square glasses...
Wait a minute.
WHEAT-BLONDE?
"Oooooh...my head...R-roxy?" The blond, now sixteen-year-old boy blinked at the astonished Preppie-Greaser girl, his brown eyes staring into her blue ones.
And then, time stopped for the aged Benji. He had fallen in love.
((;__; I know it's long! I hope it was funny, though...))
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Post by Memai on Mar 8, 2008 12:30:15 GMT -5
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Post by Memai on Mar 8, 2008 12:31:05 GMT -5
((Ahhh i get ut now xD I was confused a little about what significance Kay's experiment had, but now i realise that it reacted with the tea. I love you Ash, that was some brain work! xD))
Kay, stood looking down at the glass wreckage, the silver blue gas wafting out on the breeze.
"Now you've don it, you idiot!" Kay screamed at Kirby, who looked half sheepish, half mocking.
"Awwww is the baby nerd all upset abot her prize winning project?" He asked in a fake simpering voice.
"You tell me," Kay growled. She promptly bent down, cutting her finger on a bit of the broken glass as she tried to salvage her ribbon. "Ouch!" She sucked her finger, tasting the metallic flavour that must have been her inert until heated gas.
"It was probably a load of crap anyways," Kirby scoffed, walking away. Kay picked up the ribbon, frowning.
"C'mon, let's go get some lunch or something," Anne grunted.
"Yeah..." Kay sighed. She'd been working on this project for a week or two. "Let's go see if there's any of that thermos of tea left. It was real nice,"
"Too right, i drank about half a cup before some other idiot stole it." Anne replied, annoyed.
They both walked off into the main school building as the shiny blue gas blew off in all different directions, into the oxygen that all students were living from.
((It's kinda short, but once i get an angle of where everyone else is going, i'll make better posts))
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Post by Memai on Mar 8, 2008 12:31:30 GMT -5
Benji slipped on his new, larger dress shirt, buttoning up the small, white buttons slowly as Pedro and Sheldon took the oppertunity to gawk at themselves in the men's bathrrom mirror.
"Gosh!" Sheldon said in awe, looking with shock at his aged face. "I can't believe this is what we're going to look like in the future! We look so... so...AWESOME!"
"I can't believe I'm getting all these muscles!" Pedro agreed, flexing his large biceps in front of a mirror. "They don't look as big as a Jock's...but I think they look like a Greaser's! What do you think, Benji?"
"Uh-huh."
The wheat-blond wasn't really paying attention. As he fixed his new black tie, his thoughts were all but completely devoted to one person. Roxy.
Roxy, Roxy, Roxy, Roxy...
It was as if he couldn't stop thinking about her. Sure, she had acted like a devoted big sister up to this point, but once he saw her after his rapid acceleration in the years, he saw her in a whole new light. They were no longer master/subordinate; they were equals. And as equals, his whole perception of the world changed.
Her kindness, her generosity, all of which were attractive qualities before, were now magnified to the point where his heart felt heavy against his chest.
Suddenly, he heard a soft, gentle voice at the entrance of the men's bathroom, and his entire being trembled.
"Benji?" Roxy called quietly. "Guys? Dr. Crabblesnitch said that he wants to talk to you guys in his office..."
Benji smiled, while Sheldon and Pedro suddenly panicked. "Oh NO!" Pedro whimpered, clinging onto Benji's neck in fear. "Is he going to expel us? We didn't mean to grow four years in age! IT WAS AN ACCIDENT!"
"I'm sure it's just a regular talk!" Sheldon argued, though he sounded much less confident than he usually did. "Dr. Crabblesnitch is my friend! He will never expel us over a mere misunderstanding!"
"Right on, Sheldon," Benji said coolly, as he exited the bathroom with a surprised Sheldon and Pedro in tow. "He won't expel us. We're the smartest twelve-now-sixteen-years-in-age Bullworth boys in the entire school. He'll probably ask what happened, blah, blah, blah..."
Leaving the bathroom, he stopped in front of a distant Roxy, who appeared to be lost in thought. Benji grinned wickedly, before he wrapped an arm around her waist and rested his chin on her shoulder, making her jump with fright.
"EEK!"
"Hi, Roxy. :3"
"Benji?! Don't do that!" Rpxy wailed, hitting him playfully in the shoulder. "I'm not used to seeing you like this!"
"Sorry," Benji apologized. "But, you're gonna have to get used to it. It doesn't look like we're gonna turn twelve again any time soon..." Thoughout the entire conversation, he kept his chin on her shoulder. Roxy blushed involuntarily. When he was younger, this had been considered CUTE, but now...
"Ben-Ben? WHAT HAPPENED TO MY BEN-BEN?!"
"Oh crap." Benji paled, and before anyone knew what was happening, Benji took Roxy by the hand and began to pull her away from the voice of Little Miss Harrington. "Guys, we gotta go. NOW!"
"Head for Crabblesnitch's!" Sheldon squeakd with fright as Darcy's presence loomed ominously on the horizon. "That's the safest place!"
And to Crabblesnitch's they went. And Benji never let go of Roxy's hand for even a second.
((Just to let you know, Crabblesnitch is calling the boys to find out what happened, if there are any other unfortunate side effects, and if he should move them up to older classes. Roxy dear, that's up to you...XD))
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Post by Memai on Mar 8, 2008 12:31:52 GMT -5
(( This. This is like awesome-sauce on awesome-dish <3 ))
Silence or tension that built up in a room always came in the most inappropriate of times. All the more when three little runts you lecture as children have 'grown up' into irrational thinking teenagers.
This proved to be awkward for Crabblesnitch, sitting at his desk and wearing the most comical confused expression ever; pursed lips, darting eyes, brows furrowed and trying to look like he kept his calm.
Everyone knew he lost it the moment 'Benjamin' came into the office with Roxy in hand and he grew very, very tall. And... was that stubble?
Nervously fiddling with a pen in hand, he gestured for the boys and the lone girl to sit.
"Mr. Shortman, De La Hoya, Thompson, Ms. Smith... please, have a seat."
All four took their places, everyone uncomfortable and unsure how to approach the situation. "As I understand, there was a bit of a mishap during chemistry? That had you... turned into these robust young men?"
"We almost became zombies!" Wailed Pedro, still a little jittery on being called into the Head's office.
"Yes, that was unfortunate event. Thankfully, this isn't as terrible, at least you're not gobbling the student body up!"
"Oh sir, even if we were man-eating zombies, we would NEVER eat the student body, that'd be far too disrespectful towards you!" Ah, Sheldon.
"Thank you for the consideration, Thompson..." The older man grumbled. Well... grown-up Sheldon was still the same, but tolerable due to th drop in pitch of his voice.
Now it didn't sound like a prep's nails against the blackboard. "So, what happened, gentlemen? I presume the delightful Ms. Smith is here to testify as a witness?"
"Sir, I'm in no means a witness to the event, although I did find the idea that these terrific three would be man-eating creatures on the undead. Perish the thought!" Roxy waved off a bit nervously, "After all, I'm a close friend on Benjamin and I do take great care of him and his friends. Isn't that right, Benji my boy?"
Take good care of me? YOUR boy... oh damn. To think a loser like Larry had an eyelid batted his way! Pfft. Not a chance ♥ "Let's just say Roxanne's here to keep us company and provide comfort, after all, how many boys turn into sixteen year olds after a horrid chemical reaction! Puberty not counting, of course." Benji flashed a smug grin, cutely holding on to the brown-haired girl's hand. She'd probably shrug it off as him not letting go of his child-like ways.
After all, he held her hand when he stood a foot shorter than her, but it felt odd to have his hand completely engulf hers.
"All the same sir, we were going to dispose of the old experiments in the hazard room. One of us tripped and all of us fell into the shelves, at least... I think that's what happened. We're not sure what exactly happened next, but we were sixteen year olds before we knew it."
Crabblesnitch nodded, this was an unfortunate event indeed. Stroking his chin, he turned to Roxy, "Ms. Smith, you're quite the adept student in Chemistry, would you happen to know what vile concoction turned the boys into... well. Men?"
"I'm afraid I can't be too sure. And I'm certainly in no position to investigate? Certain chemicals do release gas, some dangerous and some not. What if I get caught in that?"
"True, true."
"I suggest you get professionals to come and find out what exactly happened. Seal off the hazard room until the root of the problem has been found."
At this, Benji grew a little worried. He liked being grown-up, and judging from the giddy faces his friends made, it seemed that they enjoyed the experience. Come on, Pedro had Greaser-grade muscle.
Roxy and Lola could easily testify that those were very VERY delicious things a boy could own.
"Well, I can't imagine there being a quick remedy to this mayhem, now comes the matter of your classes, gentlemen."
The three boys felt a churn in their stomachs, oh, this can't be good. Sixteen year olds among the underclassmen in the same lesson? Even Russel would be the one laughing.
"You three do have exceptional grades, and do take some advance lessons. I'll leave the matter to you."
"I'd... I'd prefer being moved up class, sir." Came Benji's meek response, "I mean, it's unheard of that teenagers mingle with children in studies, it would speak volumes of the level of education Bullworth has to those who didn't know what happened."
This, Crabblesnitch noted, was a solid point. To explain it to parents and rival schools would be a bit tricky... He came to a conclusion the moment the lightbulb of his mind went on.
"Ms. Smith."
"Yes, sir?"
"You said so yourself, you know these boys on a personal level, and take care of them like a responsible young lady. Tell me, would you at all mind having them as your classmates?"
Roxy froze, Pedro whimpered, Sheldon beamed and Benji grinned so wide, it was exactly a mile long.
"I... I beg your pardon?!"
"These boys are very studious, they don't exactly have embarassing grades last I checked. And seeing as it wouldn't be appropriate to place them in their regular classes in this state... why not have them as classmates?"
"But sir, wouldn't that mean they would need a new schedule? I take Home Economics, mind you."
"I wouldn't mind." Sheldon piped up. Pedro whimpered at the suggestion.
Benji protested, "I'll head for Shop instead."
"Then it's settled. Ms. Smith, these young men will be under your watch until a remedy could be found. Till then, they'd be your classmates and follow your schedule, excluding for Mr. Shortman, who'll be taking Shop classes with Neil during your Home Economics."
The Head then wrote up a note and handed it to the deeply blushing girl (seems that Benji's hand had found its way onto her lap subconsciously). "Show this to the teachers, help them with their studies if you must."
"Oh sir..." She tried to protest, but the note was shoved into her hands and everything was being decided before she knew what the problem was.
"On your way now, wouldn't want to be late."
All four were ushered out of the office by Ms. Danvers. Once they were in the hallways and going with the motion of students to their classes, Benji asked ever-so coolly, "What do we have next?"
"English with Galloway."
That was easy enough.
"And Larry." She added. Oh, this was going to be fun, Benji though dryly. Now he couldn't give her a spicy, sexy stare without Romano getting his panties in a jealous bunch.
...
Looks like he was sitting next to her during class, passing cutesy notes with an innuendo to it.
(( So the boys are gonna follow Roxy around and have her show them the ropes of adolesence. Assuming that notable relationships are still kept, I'm making it so Proxy is only *somewhat* official. Meaning Benji could still have room to steal Roxy ;3 Not making any sense, sorry ^^; I'm not feeling very well, upset stomach and all. ))
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Post by Memai on Mar 8, 2008 12:32:09 GMT -5
"Holy crap on a stick..."
"Is that seriously them?"
"No way! They look--look--GORGEOUS!"
"Simmer down, Gord..."
Benji felt rather smug as he walked down the hallways, his hand innocently grasping Roxy's as they made their way down to Galloway's classroom. Roxy was blushing to high heaven, and was somewhat uncomfortable with Benji holding her hand so shamelessly in public, but the wheat-blond boy refused to let go.
She couldn't exactly tell him to saunter off. Heck, for all she knew, he was most likely still attached to the habits of his very recent twelve-year-old days.
But how to explain this to Peanut?
"HEY!"
Uh-oh.
Speak of the devil and he shall appear. No sooner had they walked into English class, Peanut had stomped in after them, his eyes livid as he grabed Roxy and ripped her out of Benji's hold. "Who the hell d'ya think you are?" Peanut yelled angrily, his rage increasing when Benji simply gave him a secret smile. "Who gives you the right to lay your hands on Nightengale like that? I outta deck you, hero!"
"L-Larry!" Roxy rushed in between the two boys, and tried her best to keep them apart. "You don't understand! This is BENJI!"
"Benji?! Nightengale, I know Benji, and last I recall...he ain't this big!"
"Could we settle this later, Larry?" Benji asked in a sweet voice, taking a seat just next to Roxy's left. (Luckily, Peanut sat to Roxy's right...so no arguments there...yet.) "Class is gonna start soon, and Galloway's gonna get upset if we're FIGHTING right before class..."
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Post by Memai on Mar 8, 2008 12:32:38 GMT -5
(( *rofls* This is fun XD ))
Galloway entered the classroom, smiling in his friendly fashion. Placing his books down on his desk, he immediately three new boys in the classroom. Ah, always good to have more students take interest in the dying, universal language.
"New students?" He inquired, smile still on his face, "Have we met before? You new boys look awfully familiar."
"That's becase we are." Sheldon said a wee-bit too excitedly. Of course, no one quite grasped that the handsome devil with the nicely toned voice was THE Sheldon Thompson.
"Oh?"
Without another word said, Roxy got up, note in hand, leaving Benji and Peanut to death-glare each other till the dame returned to her place.
Handing the slip of paper to Galloway, she fully expected his surprised reaction; eyes wide and jaws hanging, "Oh, oh my. Is... is that so, Roxanne?"
"I'm afraid so sir. Until someone finds a way to fix this, they'll have to be with me for a while."
At this revelation, Peanut was gobsmacked and Benji looked particularly pleased with himself, "See? She told ya I was Benji. You 'prat'!" He stressed the last word with an English accent, mocking Peanut.
"No way, Shortman's nothin' but a scrawny lil' runt. I coulda knock him out with a slap."
"Well, not anymore. I have to thank Mr. Watts though. If he wasn't so grumpy and have me and my boys here do some lame chore, none of this would've happen. Frankly, I quite like this."
Curious murmuring from the students have yet to die down, even when Roxy took her place and Galloway held up the chalk nervously, "Alright class, settle down. Now that we're done with last week's assignment, we'll be moving on to the next chapter. Now, if you recall..."
Roxy had a bit of trouble paying attention, which was quite a feat, considering she was very serious when it came to schoolwork. But she was distracted, two very attractive boys, both who meant a lot to her, were staring at each other with piercing glares.
It didn't help that they began to shoot rubber bands and throw balls of paper at each other, harshly whispering insults and jeers.
"Boys, settle down. Please..." She gave a pathetic look towards Peanut, she knew his weakness, he couldn't STAND seeing her disappointed at him. "I'll explain it all afterwards. Please stop fighting."
"I don't believe any'a this Nightingale. That chump's Shortman?"
"Takes one to know one, Larry."
"Got anythin' original, pipsqueak?"
"Boys!" Galloway interverned, "I know this is awkward and all, but I do hope you'd cooperate. This'll become routine over time. Now, where was I? Ah, right. Now, as you can see on page fourty..."
"Asshole."
"Playboy."
"Loser."
"Prep."
"Greaseball."
"Fairy."
"Oil-slick."
Roxy slumped in her seat. This is going to be a long day.
"Moneybags."
"Anatomically-challenged."
A very long day.
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Post by Memai on Mar 8, 2008 12:33:03 GMT -5
((Memai...you PREPIFIED Ben-Ben! XDThis is kinda encryptic filler...^__~))
"So class!" Mr. Galloway began, nervously attempting to drown out the harsh whispering of Misters Shortman and Romano. "We've all been reading the novella, Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde. From the title itself, what theories do you guys have about these two characters? Anyone have any ideas?"
Silence.
"Oh, really guys! I know you have SOME speck of a theory hiding in your wonderful minds!"
And then, tentatively, a few hands raised. Mr. Galloway smiled.
"Yes, Mr. Wilson? What say you?"
The redheaded Jock shrugged, and lowered his hand. "To be honest, it's just their names. I mean, that doesn't really give us much to go on..."
"Ah, you've missed the point, Mr. Wilson!" Mr. Galloway made a sweeping gesture with his arms, and smiled broadly at the entire class. "Name, name! What's in a name? A rose by any other name would smell just as sweet...yet we still call it a rose. A rose...Yes, Pedro?"
The grown, Hispanic boy bit his lip nervously--this was his first time speaking out in the "older" class. "Um...um...the name 'Hyde,' sir. It sounds an awful lot like the word 'hide.' And Benji told me that Mr. Hyde hides a lot in this book, sir. I didn't read it, but he did..."
"Oh really?" Mr. Galloway's eyes twinkled, and he glanced at Benji quickly before returning his gaze onto Pedro. "Do go on."
"Um...the name 'Jekyll' has the word 'kill' in it. And I read that at least three people die in this story and...and...well...please don't fail me if I'm wrong!" Pedro hid his face with his hands, filled to the brim with tension and just about ready to overflow. Benji patted him on the back, but it did little to help.
Everyone shook their heads at this embarassing display. Poor kid was toasted before he even started...but surprisingly, Mr. Galloway walked up to Pedro, and slapped him good-naturedly on the back. "That's what I'm talking about!" the English teacher said cordially, smiling gently at the trembling boy. "You saw it, Pedro my boy! The links and chains that the author so carefully arranged!"
"But what gives?" Peanut protested. "That was a NAME, Mr. Galloway. Some of us can't see these things so clearly. And De La Hoya got help from SHORTMAN, anyway." This in turn, made Benji give a icy glare to Peanut, who returned the look witha firey one of his own. Roxy, stuck in the middle, sighed loudly in despair.
Unfortunately, it was heard by Mr. Galloway. "Such a mournful sigh, Roxanne. Thinking about the plot?"
"Hmm? Oh! Um..." Roxy flushed in embarassment, before she noded her head. Heck, she read the book, so might as well go along with it... "I was just thinking about Jekyll's lawyer friend. It seems that he got caught in the middle of Dr. Jekyll's mad desire to find the links between good and evil. And in the end, he has to kepp all the secrets! Such a heavy burden!"
"Mad?" Galloway tilted his head. "Why would you conisder Jekyll mad?"
"Why?" Peanut cut in with a snort. "Why not? This guy tried to split himself into good an evil, Mr. Galloway! Only a crazy person would to that."
"Or someone with pride."
Everyone turned to Benji, who was calmly writing down notes in his book. Without looking up, he said in the same, quiet voice, "It mentioned in the book early on that Jekyll was the kind of person who had to go that extra mile. He didn't like following protocol. He wanted to find the answers to the impossible questions, and he didn't care what he had to do to get them." Benji put down his pencil, and looked up. "He was playing god when he split himself up. Unfortunately, the evil side of humans are much stronger than their good."
At this, Roxy gave Benji an astonished stare, but he went on. During English and Art, his beliefs, emotions, and fears came out strongly, and there was little his logic could do to repress them.
"His pride and stubborness and his inability to simply destroy the potion early on cost him the lives of two innocents. He paid for it in the end by commiting suicide, but he didn't actually repent for any of the sins he had commited. In the end, his evil side took over his entire being like a plague, simply due to the fact that he made some stupid decisions he couldn't go back on."
Silence. For a moment, no one could tear their eyes off the boy, save Galloway, who was, by all means, used to this sort of thing.
And then, Dan rasied his hand again.
"Yes, Mr. Wilson?"
"Didn't Jekyll have some fiance or something?"
"...no, that was the play version."
"Oh."[/i]
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Post by Memai on Mar 8, 2008 12:33:22 GMT -5
(( Mmm, that was a lovely post, m'dear Turmoil <3 ))
Class, as they knew it, was over for the day. Galloway bellowing in a friendly manner, reminding students about their essays that were due, with Benji, Pedro and Sheldon excluded of course.
The moment Roxy stepped out the door, Peanut grabbed her hand, dragging her to his side, "Who does that Shortman kid think he is?" She could hear him mumble.
"Oh, Larry. Try not to think so hard on it, after all this—" She felt a strong jerk in the opposite direction; it seemed Benji had taken up Roxy's other hand. She blinked at him, surprised. He shot a worried glance back, almost tearing.
Damn that boy had talent.
"Wouldn't you rather walk with me instead Roxy?"
"I'd rather we all walk together, lest I have you two ripping me down the middle!" She sighed loudly. "Come on, let's sit somewhere. I still owe you an explanation, Larry."
Sheldon and Pedro followed a little reluctantly behind. They had come to know as Roxy as one of the kinder girls in school... and also as one of the girls with the scarier boyfriends. She hooked up with Peanut Freakin' Romano, he was a greaser, and that meant he would enjoy beating poor hapless children to a pulp with one wrong move.
They settled down in front of the fountain, where some other students were loitering about, some doing last minute revisions and some just lazing around.
"So spill, Nightingale, how the Hell did that runt of'a kid turn in'na this?"
"WELL," Benji started, "Mr. Watts had me and my two good friends here clean up some of the old experiments from the previous class. Now a little accident happened and all these chemicals poured on all over us. Now look, we're one of the finer specimens of the male population," The wheat-blonde boy cackled a bit too mischieviously for a teenager. Peanut looked a bit too angry to be considered annoyed.
Should'a decked the runt out 'fore he got ta Nightingale.
"You could ask Vance, if you don't believe him, Larry," Roxy said, holding his hand, hoping to calm him, "That was the explosion we heard when we went up, the same one Vance thought was going to make him a member of the living dead. Zombies, preposterous!"
"Roxy! Roxy!" Someone called her name, and that someone turned out to be Angie, standing there with some paper in her hand, "Have a minute?"
"Oh, yes. Be right there." She shot Peanut and Benji a look before attending to matters with Angie. She handed her the papers, recipes and a shopping list. Ah, yes... Home Economics and the grand bake-off.
Their conversation slipped into idle chit-chat for a moment, until Angie excused herself to class. After waving goodbye to her, Roxy heard a distinctive splash and Pedro's trademarked whimpering. Turning around, she almost screamed at the sight of Peanut and Benji having a bit of a tussle in the fountain.
"BOYS!" The English girl ran over to them and stomped her foot in a way only a Prep could perfect, "Stop this now!"
And just like that, they did. Roxy half-wishing they didn't, both wore white shirts, it didn't take long for anyone to figure out the appealing view she had of them.
Clinging to their bodies, she could see Peanut's toned, muscular abs and Benji's own attractive lean build. Then, she felt warm liquid running down her lips that tasted strangely like metal.
Oh dear. A nosebleed.
Her knees wobbled, her vision blurred, she fell into the boys' form, delighted at the sight she saw last.
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Post by Memai on Mar 8, 2008 12:33:58 GMT -5
(( There are two people Kay might fall for in a crack pairing. One could be Lane Silverberg or REL.))
Kay arrived at the dinner hall, looking arond for that thermos of nice tea, but found none, to her distain.
"Aw bum." She said, snapping her fingers.
"I guess we're eating else where," Anne shrugged, looking with a wrinkled nose at Edna's 'meal of the day'. "I couldn't tell you what that was if my life depended on it,"
"I wouldn't eat it if my life depended on it," Kay replied with a bark of laughter. Anne snickered.
"C'mon, I'm off to the vale for some good grub," Kay drawled, slinking off out the school, Anne trotting behind and counting money.
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Kay sat on one of the pretty seats in a Vale resteraunt, not complimenting it in the slightest. She slouched all ovr it, her arm slung over the back of the chair and talking to Anne, who had put her feet up on another chair. They feasted on expensive sausage casserole.
"You don't seem so pissed 'bout your project getting wrecked," Anne stated, gazing over at Kay, who was chopping up a sausage.
"No duh, i've still got a full tube of it in my dorm room. I was thinking of heating it above 400 degrees and see what happens. " Kay said, like this was the most normal thing anyone could think of doing on thier Wednesday night.
"What do ya think will happen?" Anne asked interestedly.
"I dunno. The molecules could split. I mean, if there's a real force, like electricty orrrr fire or heat, it might just make the molecular builds smaller." Kay said, pointing a fork absently.
"And that's like mega exciting," Anne said sardonically. "Stop with the nerd speak. Maybe it'll explode!"
"It probably won't, but it's worth a shot," Kay shrugged, hoping that it would be a reaction worth seeing. "I hope it splits though. I might form a new elemant! I'd call it Adamsium," Kay said, making a motion with her hands as if it were up in lights.
"No way! I'd call mine crappium so that all the dorks would be talking about shit in thier smartsy speak," Anne grinned.
Kay paused, staring at her.
"Sometimes i worry about the human race's intelligence level when i talk to you, Anne." Kay said blankly.
"What?"
"Nevermind,"
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Post by Memai on Mar 8, 2008 12:34:16 GMT -5
"EEP! Roxy!"
Benji leapt over the edge of the fountain and caught Roxy just before she hit the ground. However, he did all this very clumsily, and got her very, VERY wet in the process.
Ooops...hope she won't mind getting her leather jacket all wet. And her hair. And her shirt. Mmm. Doh!
Benji snapped himself out of his lustful daze, especially when Peanut joined him not a second later. "Nightengale!" Peanut cried, wiping the blood off her face with his hands. "You okay? Speak ta me! Wake up!"
"Yeah Roxy," Benji agreed in a soothing voice. Holding her in his arms (which infuritated Peanut to no ends) the wheat-blond boy wet his hand and gently sprinkled water on her face. "Come on...rise and shine..."
"Ugh...wha...?" Roxy pulled herself out of her comatose state, and blinked as she found herself in BOTH the arms of a frantically worried Peanut, and a visably relieved Benji.
With both boys as handsome as they come, Roxy was, literally, in femme heaven.
Well, it can't get much better than this. God, take me now!
"Roxy...I'm glad you're okay!" Benji hugged her hard, and the English girl's face turned a bright crimson at the too close contact. Unfortunately, this moment didn't last, as Peanut angrily grabbed Roxy and ripped her from Benji's arms.
"Kid, I know we used to be good pals and all...but you're REALLY gettin' on my nerves!"
Benji's face was calm, but his clenched fists betrayed his true emotions. "Is that so, Larry? I was thinking the same thing myself..."
"Larry!" Roxy cried, desperately wanting to avoid a fight. "Benji! Please, can't the two of you just STOP? This is really tearing me apart, here!"
And this was true. Roxt looked worn, haggard, and tearful to the max. Benji, knowing when enough was enough, sighed and rubbed his temples. "All right," he muttered. " You're right, Roxy. This is enough. Larry, I don't care who started this--"
"YOU did," Peanut snapped angrily, still holding Roxy close.
"BUT," Benji went on, his eye twitching, "I'm smart enough to know when to stop. Roxy, enjoy the rest of the day with Larry. Larry...see ya."
With that, Benji gave the two of them a two-fingered salute, and walked off, wet t-shirt and all. Some of the girls sighed dreamily as he passed, but he ignored them all as he motioned for Pedro and Sheldon to follow him.
Both of the other two boys were quite shocked. It wasn't like Benji to just give up on ANYTHING, unless he had an alternative plan in mind.
"Benji, what's going on?" Sheldon asked suspiciously. "You have that look on your face. The last time you had that look on your face, Mandy hid in her room for a week, wolfing down a years worth of comfort food."
"Are you plotting an elaborate revenge, Benji?" Pedro asked worriedly, knowing the wheat-blond boy better than anybody.
Benji smiled, and shook his head. "Never you mind, Pedro. Never you mind."
In truth, he wasn't going to do ANYTHING to Peanut. He knew that open competition for Roxy would only turn her off, and fighting Peanut face-to-face would only end up with him [Benji] having to visit the hospital for a week. No, the best way to deal with boys like Peanut was to pretend that they simply didn't exist.
And the best way to win the heart of girls like Roxy was to be an honest, friendly boy. No pressure, no force, no false charms.
...
A trip to Megan was in order.
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Post by Memai on Mar 8, 2008 12:34:46 GMT -5
The rest of the day spent with Peanut was a day spent thinking away. It wasn't like Roxy to simply lose herself in the realms of her thoughts. Oh, no. Thinking, to Roxy, was solving that algebra equation or defining metaphors for English class.
But thoughts about her friends? Only when disaster was afoot.
And with Roxy already being a quiet girl, it had to take someone close to her to figure something was wrong. Peanut, naturally, assumed the worst. Glancing up from the car he was working on, he saw his lovely little Nightingale sitting alone on a bench, chin resting on her hands and eyes blank.
Putting down his tools and excusing himself, he wiped the sweat off his forehead with his hand, unknowingly smearing some oil. He approached the girl, gently poking her on the forearm, "'Ey Nightingale. You's okay?"
"Huh?"
"Ya... Ya're awfully quiet, girlie. Sure nothin's up?"
"I'm just... thinking, if you will."
"Thinkin'? Thinkin' 'bout what?" He sat down next to her, trying to level his eyes with hers, "Nothin' you don't wanna talk 'bout?"
"Well..." She sat up, a little life brought back into her eyes, "I'm not sure how to word it, exactly. I would like to let it all out, I could just be looking into things too deeply."
"Like what?"
"Benji?" At this, Peanut snorted, throwing his head to the side with an amused smile.
"That runt? Huh, no use thinkin' so hard on 'im, Nightingale."
"Oh, Larry..." Roxy let out an exasperated sigh, "It's not that I want to, but I can't help but be... confused, if you will, about where he's standing in my life right about now."
"Mmm?"
"When... when he was a child, I felt like an older sister to him, y'know? I could always take care of him, comfort him when he needs to. Like a friend, but a little more special." A smile began to show here, "I mean, he was the most adorable little boy I've ever had the pleasure of meeting, and so wise beyond his years!" But the smile diminished, "And now that he's grown up... I... I can't help but think that he's beginning to mean... I... hmm."
"What'cha sayin' is that you prefer him a kid then?"
"If only that accident didn't happen. But... I suppose since we had a bit of a bond when he was a child... he's... he's beginning to come off as an older brother kind of figure to me. Like he'll be there for me."
Peanut turned away from her, slouched down and began to light up a cigarette. And knowing the Greasers, their chain smoking habits only kicked in whenever problems were afoot.
And we all know that Greasers were one of the more troubled subcultures out there.
"I... I suppose it was a mistake telling you this." Roxy said a bit too calmly.
"Why? 'Cause I wouldn'a understands yer rich-kid thoughts? I'm no good for those kinda things, Nightingale, you know that. Feelin's and all... I ain't good with 'em."
Oh dear. Seems he's a bit hurt. Or jealous. "N-No. I... It's my fault, I'm sorry." She put her hands on his forearms, trying to coax him, "I guess I'm just a little surprised at what happened today, that's all. I didn't mean to say anything that would make you think our relationship's in jeopardy."
He still looked cold and distant.
"Because it's not."
"It ain't."
"Larry..."
He sighed, taking a puff from the cancer stick, "That Shortman kid ain't exactly a bad-lookin' guy, he's smart, he's a lot better off than me. When he's a kid I guess I'm okay with him hangin' around ya with all his other runts."
"You feel like you don't match up to him then?"
"Summin' like that."
"C'mon, don't say things like that." Roxy tried to lighten the mood with a hopeful giggle, "I suppose we'll just have to get used to this. Don't worry, by this time tomorrow, there won't be any tension between you two. And hopefully no fighting." She blushed a bit, "I don't enjoy seeing my two boys bashing each other's skull in."
x x x x x
Benji, Pedro and Sheldon stood before the front door of the wheat-blonde's home, "I hope Megan's in." But before the boy could ring the doorbell and have a delightful chat with his mother (and perhaps enjoy a cup of cherry jell-o), he was stopped short when a hand grabbed his arm.
"B-Benji, wait."
"What is it Pedro?"
"I-If we're g-gonna talk to your mom, h-how's she gonna know it's really us? I mean... we don't... we don't exactly look like how we used to last time we came here." The Hispanic boy lowered his head, afraid of the remark that might be hurled his way.
"He's right, Benji." Sheldon piped in, "I mean, we didn't exactly grow up in four years, just four minutes."
But trust Benjamin Shortman to have confidence in everything he does, "Trust me, she'll know it's us." So with all that said, he stepped up to the porch and gave the doorbell a hearty press.
(( Benji vs. Peanut! I sooo totally want Darcy/Robbie action LYKE now, but I don't know if Angel would mind if we tortured his character XD ))
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Post by Memai on Mar 8, 2008 12:35:54 GMT -5
"Hello? How can I help...oh?" Megan blinked, her blue eyes staring curiously at the three tall, handsome boys standing sheepishly in front of her. This was odd...the teddy bearish black boy and the muscular Hispanic boy were unfamiliar, but the wheat-blond one...the one with the square glasses and elfish smile. There was SOMETHING about him... And then he spoke. "Hi, momma." And hell froze over. "E-excuse me, darling?" The wheat-blond boy cocked his head to the side, his smile fading somewhat. "Ugh. Crabblesnitch didn't tell you, did he? Oh boy..." "Tell me what? Who are you? And why do you look so much like my baby boy?"
"B-baby boy? MA!" the boy wailed, his eyes widening as the black boy began to snicker deviously. "I told you not to call me that in front of the other booooys! I'm a sixteen year old teenager now! You can't call me that!" Megan stared nonplused at the three boys, her eye twitching ever so slightly before she began to laugh hysterically. The boys looked at one another in alarm, but the dark-haired woman took no notice. "Ahahahaha! What a funny joke this is! Ahahahaha! Benji dear! Come out now! The prank's over! Ahahahaha!" The wheat-blond boy looked pained. "Megan," he whispered. "This isn't a joke..." "...they, you're really my Benjamin?" "...yes, momma." "...and, you're really sixteen?" "...yes, momma. There was a chemical accident in school." "..." "..." "BIRTHDAYS! I'VE MISSED FOUR OF MY BABY'S BIRTHDAYS! I'M THE WORST MOTHER IN THE WORLD!" --------------- "BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEN-BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEN!" The voice of Darcy Harrington carried far and wide as she trampled all over the school grounds. With a miserable-looking Chad and Gord in tow, she stomped into the Libraries. She ransacked the school building. She even bulldozed her way into the Boys' Dorm, but all her efforts were for naught. Benji was simply nowhere to be found. "I want my Ben-Beeeeeeeeeeen!" she screamed, but neither Chad nor Gord could fulfil her needs.
What could they do, really? She wouldn't listen to them when they tried to explain that her Ben-Ben was no more. That he was, in Gord's own words, a delicious-looking teenager who looked more than worthy of being ANY Prep's secret lover, male or female alike.
Needless to say, Miss Darcy didn't take that information too well. In fact, she flat out refused to believe it. It was incomprehensible. How her lover could disappear from her radar so quickly was unfeasible in her small mind, and her fiery temper quickly grew until all those in her path either got burned or sued for all they were worth. Even Derby dared not anger her in this state--SHE WANTED HER BENJI-POO, AND SHE WANTED HIM NOW! "YOU!" Darcy suddenly came across the pensive Roxy and the moody Peanut. The Harrington heiress stomped up to the couple and firmly planted her little hands on her hips as she demanded, "You treacherous meanie-thing! Tell me where my Ben-Ben is!"
Roxy blinked, unsure of what the small girl was talking about. "Darcy, I'm not sure I understand--"
"DON'T GIVE ME THAT!" Darcy screamed, stamping her foot so furiously that any harder, and there would have been a hole in the concrete. "I know you know where he's hiding! He talks only about you and his stupid misfit mother contstantly! NOW TELL ME WHERE HE IS!"
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Post by Memai on Mar 8, 2008 12:36:15 GMT -5
After eating, Anne walked back to the school, saying something about aving to beat up Constantinos for his lunch money. Kay boredly finnihed the rest of her lunch. She stood, tipping the waitress with a five dollar note and a wink since she had nice legs.
She walked through the vale, annoyed that she had nothing to do for once, the sky was dull, so a trip to the beach was out of the question and there was nothing good in the cinema. She decided to make a trip to Aquaberry and buy a new pair of sunglasses, since hers had been stolen yet again.
Kay pushed open the door wth her right hand, pushing her hair out of her face. Immediately she saw REL, picking up a catalogue. She had her back to her and was flicking through it, obviously submersed in whatever it was she was looking for. "Hello, how can i help you?" The shop assistant came bustling over, her nose touching the celing. "Erm, hey, I'm looking for a new pair of sunglasses. I'm looking for something not too slutty-girl, but not too guyish either. And if you hit me with those bug eyed things, i swear to god im heading for the Final Cut to spend my eighty dollars," Kay said firmly. And quite obviously, REL knew that voice anywhere, and whirled round, the catalogue clutched in her fingers. "It's hardly the season for sunglasses right now, so we don't have alot in stock. You can try what we've got," She put her hand on Kay' shoulder and steered her round to the small section dedicated to suns.
REL was still watching, interestedly. "Your hitting me with your bargin bin rubbish!" Kay shrieked in an Un-Kayish maner, trying to hide her snickers. The people of Auqaberry always panicked when they thought you'd head else where."I didn't think you were all that bothered, Adams. I thought you would live from the bargin bin," REL muttered, smiling. Kay rained an eyebrow, still smiling. "Um, we can order some in for you, and we should have the new shipment in for next week!" The woman cried. The man assisting REL ran over too. REL looked indignantly at them both. "What if we offer you and your friends a gift card for Aquaberry?" The man cried. "Hmmm...." Kay prentended to be thinking of this. "Or how about..." REL said loudly, striding over to where Kay stood. They all looked over. "...I offer you a catalogue for RRW, because we know that fashion is always important, even when the season changes. We have a wide range of sunglasses suited to even the most complicated of beings." She let her eyes slide over the section of Aquaberry sunglasses. "It might be winter, but RR knows how important one's look is," Kay could barely conceal her laughter at the look of dismay etched all over the two shop assistant's faces. "Sure, I'll take a look at RRW's designs then," Kay said, walking over to REL. ((Sorry if i've messed up here, Ash feel free to fix it. ))
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