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Post by Memai on Mar 8, 2008 13:06:23 GMT -5
((I owe a massive apology to Ash, for abandoning REL and Kay, but im on it again. The fic i sent you re-lit my fire (No singing guys )) Kay hadn't taken the glasses off since she got them, apart of course from bed time. They cost her a bundle, too. Two weeks pay packet and a bit more on the side. (Which was Melvin's money, but she'd pay him back) REL was amazing at picking out Sunnies. She took note of all Kay's Facial structure from her chizeled cheekbones to her razor jaw line. Kay envied her from that, but she had made a slight snide comment about how Kay had been wearing the wrong sun glasses for ages, but she wasn't surprised.
Now Kay sat on the end of the pier doing her homework, she looked up to the estuary and out at sea she could spy some dolphins. So beautiful when they appear, which is so rare...
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Post by Memai on Mar 8, 2008 13:06:46 GMT -5
Vance's jaw hit the ground.
Lying in front of him was what appeared to be a man over fifty. Gray hairs appeared amongst dark blond, and wrinkles appeared in the corners of the eyes and face. Of course, with the wheat blond hair and the narrowed brown eyes, the young Greaser knew that this man was none other than Benjamin Shortman...
But...
What the hell happened to him?!
"Dude, seriously! What the HELL?!" Vance bent down, poking the boy-turned-man with the tip of his wooden stick. "You look--you look--actually, you don't look all that bad," the Greaser admitted. "You age pretty well, Shortman. You still got a little muscle on you, even when you're an old man! Like Emilio Stecchino!"
The man blinked, before he groaned and stood wobbling on his feet. "Listen kid," Benji-the-man said gruffly. "I don't know who the hell you are, and I don't care. I just want to get dressed, and get home. Wherever that may be." Benji-the-man scratched his scruffy, unshaven chin as Vance stared at him in disbelief. "Huh. You got any idea where the hell we are?"
"Oh. My. GOD." Vance grabbed Benji hard by the shoulders (a slightly difficult task, as Benji now towered over the short Greaser) and shook the boy-turned-man with a sort of urgency. "Dude, are you kidding? You don't remember ME? Your old pal Vance?"
"Boy, unhand me or I will call the police!"
"Easy, old timer! Look, I got a boat nearby. I'll take you back to shore, and maybe we can get you some clothes and...and...I'll call Roxy. Geez, I hope them other munchkins aren't old and sickly too."
"Who are you calling old and sickly?! I ought to whelp you!"
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Roxy's eyes widened as she held her phone close to her ear. "Oh my goodness! You found him, Vance? That's wonderful!"
"What's going on?" Pedro asked, whimpering as he clung onto Roxy's arm. Ever since Benji had disappeared, he had had to use Roxy as his "Pillar of Strength," a position Roxy wasn't exactly fond of having. "Did they find Benji?"
"Yes, Pedro! Oh, not you Vance." Roxy quietly breathed a sigh of relief. Ever since Jimmy and Peter had announced Benji's disappearance, she had had no rest whatsoever... "Huh? Of course, Sheldon and Pedro are fine. No, they haven't aged anymore...WHAT?!" Roxy's jaw dropped. "What do you mean, he doesn't...oh NO!"
"What?" Pedro cried, shaking Roxy's arm frantically. "What's going on?!"
"Pedro, let go of me--"
"What is going on here?"
Both Roxy and Pedro turned to see the grave-looking scientist and the equally grave-looking Men in Suits approaching them, with four vials of blue liquid in their hands. Sheldon and Darcy was being dragged behind the Men in Suits, the latter looking none too pleased at the situation she found herself in.
"Smith!" Darcy wailed, tugging helplessly at her captive wrist. "Can you believe these urchins? They want to force us to return to our normal ages! The NERVE!" She suddenly stopped her chatter to cough heavily.
The scientist frowned, and turned to Sheldon with a glare. "I thought I told you to tell her," he snapped.
Sheldon turned away, mumbling something unintelligible.
"Tell her what?" Roxy asked worriedly. She didn't like the looks of the scientist and the Men in Suits at all. "What's going on?"
"The information is classified," one of the Men in Suits began, but the scientist cut him off.
"Oh, duff it! It's too late for secrecy! Time is of the essance!" The scientist turned to Roxy, and showed her one of the blue vials. "This is the cure, Miss Smith. When Mr. Shortman came to me and discussed his ailing condition--"
"What ailing condition?!"
"I'm getting to that. He told me that he was coughing up blood more and more frequently--" Roxy gasped in fright "--so I took some tissue samples of his skin, hair, and some of his internal organs. Miss Smith, even though these boys have stopped aging externally, internally they are still rapidly aging. Stress increases the aging rate, and at this point, Mr. Shortman and the others may have the organs of a seventy year old. In a few days, they will die from liver, heart, and lung failure. We must return them to their normal ages now, or else they will terminate!"
Silence. Almost everyone, save Pedro and Sheldon, was staring at the scientist in horror.
Then, one of the Men in Suits broke the silence. "Where is Mr. Shortman?"
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"Come on, Shortman. We gotta get you back to school."
Vance dragged Benji-the-old-man back towards the pier of Old Bullworth Vale, must to the protest of the fifty-six year old Benji.
"Release me at once, boy!" Benji yelled angrily. "I am certain I don't know who you are, and I am certain I don't know any school! Girl! Hey, GIRL!" Benji-the-old-man waved desperately at a girl sitting on the pier, a girl who was none other than Kay. "GIRL! I need your help from this ruffian! Assist! ASSIST!"
"What? Kay looked up from her homework, and groaned when she saw Vance and what appeared to be a half-naked, older man. "For shame, Vance! I know you liked guys and all, but I didn't think you went for OLDER ones!"
"Ol-older?! You shut your mouth!" Vance in a rage, released his grip on Benji-the-old-man. Said old man smirked, and quickly fled the scene as the two youths bickered.
"Haha! I am so smart," Benji-the-old-man murmured to himself. But he hadn't gotten away for no more than a block or two when a large white van pulled up next to him, and two orderlies came out of the vehicle. Benji-the-old-man squinted, and saw the words, "Happy Endings Retirement Home," written on their shirts.
"There you are, old man," one of the orderlies muttered. "Come on. Back to the home for you."
"What? Hang on, I don't think that--HEY! Release me at once!" Benji-the-old-man struggled as the two orderlies dragged him into the car, but no one came to help him.
It WAS the Vale, after all.
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Post by Memai on Mar 8, 2008 13:09:46 GMT -5
"We have to find him, and fast!" The scientist ordered to the Men in Suits, "You, girl," He pointed to Roxy, "Where did you say he was?"
"Ah... a friend of mine found him at the beach, just near the Vale."
"THEN MOVE IT!" The older man yelled at the Men in Suits, "I want him here unharmed, do you here me?"
"Yes, sir." And just like that, the bulky men were out the door in perfect synchronization. Then, the scientist pushed forward what looked to be a cooler.
"I have to warn you, the antidote's on the potent side, so you might have to stomach it for a little while before it settles in," he pulled out three small cups and tore away the little plastic cover on the top, and then proceeded to take out, what looked to be, three desert spoons, "This antidote has to be eaten quickly and kept under strict temperatures."
"What is it?" Roxy asked, only to surpress a giggle at the sight of it, "Ice cream?"
"But not just any, it contains the antitode."
He handed Sheldon, Pedro and Darcy one cup and spoon each, smiling when he mentioned how it tasted like 'honey, chocolates and strawberries'. And from the looks of it, it would've; two innocent scoops of chocolate, with honey dribbling on the side with a slice of strawberry on the top.
"It looks fattening," Darcy mumbled.
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Post by Memai on Mar 8, 2008 13:10:03 GMT -5
(( THOU SHALT NOT DIE, CRACK RP!))
Kay stood up. It had been hours, her pencil now blunt and her homework complete. She would normally have taken only minutes to finnish it, but her mind had been else where.
Adams, your going soft! She scolded herself. She stood up and wandered aimlessly around the vale. Everything there was so expensive and Kay was low on cash- in debt, infact.
She decided there was only one place to go- The Trailer Park.
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Kay's muscular legs brought her to destination in seconds, the dusty ground of the park made her skate sneakers dirty and the bottom of her jeans looked ruined. They were ripped and needed washed. Kay's hands plunged into her pockets as she strode down the rows of broen down trailers, her eyes fixed on the deadened grass. She felt moody and annoyed. Why? She did not know...
Benji would have put it down to teenage hormones. Tch that kid was so against teens, it would be a wonder if he ever became one. He was practically born middle aged...
"Hi, Kay." Came a rich, choccolatey girl's voice. Kay looked up, knowing only too well who it was. "You haven't been round in a while,"
"Yeah... Eh, Hey Zoe. How's it going?" Kay sighed, looking up into the redhead's face. Zoe's lips were curved into a rugged smile, her arms folded over her gifted chest. She leaned on one leg, a hip jutting out, curvacious and slender. Her purple tights and mismatched clothing were torn slightly, and a little bit burnt. She'd been in trouble recently.
"Not so bad. Jimmy and i set a fire in Spencer Shipping. It was so much fun." She gabbed. Kay was only half listening. She wanted to strike Zoe for some reason. Punch her with as much force as she could muster. The thought startled young Adams as she was very much attracted to her snogee.
"I'm glad," Kay replied shortly. "Nice how you dodn't bother to ask me to come along," She narrowed her eyes and glared at a point just below Zoe's elbow.
"Your Cell's been off!" Zoe snapped.
"No. No, it hasn't." Kay growled. "Stop making things up, you're a liar,"
"What's gotten into YOU?" Zoe half shouted, spreading her arms widely as if showing thats she wasn't lying. "It said that when we phoned it,"
"Look nothing, forget it," Kay said, checking herself.
"Whatever. Want to go down to mine? There's no one in," Zoe grumbled, still pissed at Kay's accusatory reaction.
"Sure," Kay grunted. She shoved her hands deeper into her pocket and following Zoe down the path as she went on about how she and Jimmy got chased by the cops. Kay's mind was else where.
They walked in silence down towards Zoe's run down bungalow. The lights were off, but Kay knew that Zoe didn't need any keys as no one ever locked thier door down at Blue Skies. It was easier just to go and shoot whoever robbed your house.
Zoe pushed the door open. Kay still hated the girl. She wanted to shove her to the ground.
They walked into the dingy little home. The cracked walls looked like a tap could cause them to turn to rubble. The couch was threadbare and sagged in the middle. An old, old black and white TV stood infront of the window, which was covered by a dusty net curtain. Zoe closed the door behind them. --
Kay's hand ran over the soft flesh of Zoe's hip, pulling her closer. She was dissapointed as to the fullness of the hip- for some reason it would have been sexier if it was jagged and prominent. Zoe's lips were bare of any kind of lipstick. BO-RING. Zoe was into the idea of rolling over the couch semi-naked in semi-darkness with Kay. Kay wished she wasn't. Kay wished more than anything that she was some where else, on an expensive couch in a high class home with a girl that was doubtful and vague about her sexuality.
"Look, i need to go home, im not in the mood," Kay said suddenly tearing her lips from Zoe's. She backed away, adjusting her Astronomy Vest.
"What the hell?" Zoe spluttered. Her face was flushed and she was obviously enjoying the time.
"I'll call... look, i'll see you around," Kay said. She turned just as Zoe picked her top up off the floor and pulled it back on.
"Kay, you're being a freak..." She heard her say.
Kay slammed the door behind her and walked briskly out of the trailer park. There was something wrong. Kay couldn't enjoy runing her hands down the curves of Zoe's body the way she used to. She hated the girl. It was the wrong face, the wrong build, the wrong attitude. She wanted the exact opposite now...
Teen hormones... urgh...
((A somewhat sexual post here, by the Chelsea. Kay's thinking of someone else. No prizes for guessing who. Yay, panto time in my school is over, so i have free time! ))
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Post by Memai on Mar 8, 2008 13:10:32 GMT -5
"Here you go, gramps. Try not to run off this time, okay?"
The two orderlies pulled Benji-the-old-man into the retirement activity room and sat him down next to an elderly woman, who was wearing pink pajamas as she worked intensely at a jigsaw puzzle. At Benji's presence, the old woman looked up and gave him a kind smile, but the child-turned-old-man gave her absolutely no notice.
"You don't understand!" Benji roared, struggling to stand as the orderlies held him down. "This is all just a misunderstanding! I'm not supposed to be here!"
"Then where are you supposed to be?" one of the orderlies replied smugly. "If you can tell us who you are, where you're supposed to be, and get someone to pick you up, then we'll let you go, gramps."
"That's easy! I'm...um...I'm..." Benji's mind came to a blank. Who was he, anyway?
"I thought not. Enjoy your stay, John Doe." With that, the two orderlies left, snickering quietly amongst themselves about senile old men with bad attitudes. Benji had half a mind to run after them and give them a good spanking, but suddenly his body was wracked with violent, painful coughs.
Cough, cough, COUGH!
"Hey John," the elderly woman in pink asked worriedly, staring at him in concern. "You okay?"
Benji tried to answer, but when he opened his mouth, his body violently curled up and another fit of coughing erupted. He hacked up blood for so long that he had to take several deep breaths in between--he simply couldn't breathe. The other retired residents slowly backed away, not wanting to catch whatever illness this newcomer had, but the elderly woman in pink merely started to pat his back gently.
"It's okay, John," she said soothingly. "Never mind them. Just let it all out, and you'll be fine..."
Eventually, Benji stopped coughing.
Wiping his mouth with the sleeves of his white pajamas (given to him courtesy of the Happy Endings Retirement Home), he looked up and gave the old woman a weak smile. "Thank you," he whispered gratefully. "I thought I was going to die for a second, there."
"Oh, don't be thankful, John. Anyone with a heart would have helped." As she said this, the old woman glared reproachfully at the other residents, who shamefully avoided eye contact with her. "Lousy no-gooders," she grumbled, before she grinned at Benji and stuck out her hand. "I'm Karen Lisburn."
Karen. Karen...where had he heard that name before?
Eh. It's probably nothing too important.
Benji took the old woman's hand, and shook it warmly. "I have absolutely no idea who I am, but since everyone's calling me John Doe, that's what I'll go by."
"HI JOHN!" an Italian woman greeted cheerfully. Benji couldn't help but notice that the woman was wearing a straightjacket...and that she looked familiar.
"Oh, ignore that Bertha Stecchino," Karen whispered in a very audible voice. "She's been a little wacko every since that rich bastard husband of hers dumped her here. Damn that Emilio..."
"I see," Benji murmured, staring at Bertha in pity. It was obvious that he had never met the woman before, for he didn't know any rich people (or his own name, for that matter). Still. She looked so familiar...
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The scientist paced back and forth in worry.
Sheldon, Pedro, and Darcy had already been returned to their normal ages, much to Darcy's dismay. Now all that was left was Mr. Shortman...
...whom his men STILL haven't found.
He looked around. Sheldon and Pedro were already changing into their older, smaller clothes, while Darcy was furiously tapping her little Aquaberry-clad foot on the ground, demanding that she have her precious "Ben-Ben" if she couldn't be grown-up.
Honestly, what did Mr. Shortman SEE in that spoiled little she-brat?
In the corner, Roxy looked absolutely miserable. The fatal effects of the aging potion had by now been explained to her in full, and the scientist knew that the young girl was worried to death for her little wheat-blond friend.
Too bad that friend might be dead in a few days...
Suddenly, his phone rang. The scientist let out a sigh of relief--they had found the boy! Everything was going to be alright again. He flipped open his phone, and found himself listening to the very AGITATED voices of the Men in Suits.
"Uh-huh...uh-huh...in a retirement home? He's aged more than we expected?! Then get him out and--WHAT?!" The scientist's mouth hit the floor. "WHAT DO YOU MEAN, YOU CAN'T GET HIM OUT OF THERE?!"
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Post by Memai on Mar 8, 2008 13:12:00 GMT -5
((Btw, i want this to remain, really serious, like a soap opera almost. I expect some dark points and some really serious drama))
Kay moved back to the school, muttering to herself darkly. She took out her Cell and glared at the screen, it had been on all day. Zoe was a liar, such a liar. She saw one message, her heart skipping a beat for some reason. Her thumb flew to the OK button and she disheartened to see only some dumb offer from her network provider. With a quick snarl, she buried the cell in her pocket and walked quicker, entering the gates of the school.
"Alright, Adams?" Jimmy called. He was leaning against a wall, skateboard standing upright against his leg.
"Piss off Hopkins," She retorted. He looked scandalised.
"What's wrong with YOU?"
"What was the deal today not even phoning me to tell me that you and Zoe were going out?" She demanded.
"We forgot-"
"FUNNY! Because Zoe told me you did phone and my cell was off- which it wasn't!" Kay shouted at him.
"What-"
"If you're gonna lie to me, get both your stories straight." Kay spat at him, striding forward until she passed him, spluttering in annoyance.
She went up to the girls dorm, slamming the door behind her. She threw herself down on her bed and groaned. She gently fell into a doze, brow furrowed in deep irritation- which worsened as some tune from a rock bad blared through her room.
"What the-?"
She jeked awake, looking around to see the glowing monstrosity that was Trent's semi broken phone. She walked over to the dresser where it sat and sneered down at it as she saw Christy's name with "Calling," flash over the screen. He has asked her to fix it for him after he had dropped it on the ground and now he couldn't get a signal anywhere. Kay hadn't started taking it apart yet. She picked the phone up and rejected the call, wandering over to her bed and searched his phone book, nosily. In the normal run of things, Kay would have never thought about prying in her cousin's phone, but she was in a bad mood so regard for privicy was at the back of her mind right now.
"Angie...
Chad...
Christy... Wonder what Wade would have to say about that...
Russell....
Gord- ohhh wonder why that's there, eh? "
She scrolled the page down, wondering how he got half of these names before she reached "REL,"
She laughed to herself. Trent and REL? Whatever, man. But mind you, REL liked boys in general. Kay's brown eyes danced along the numbers. She pulled her own phone from her pocket and pogramed the number into her own adress book before dropping both phones and falling asleep promptly.
((What time of day is it roughly?))
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Post by Memai on Mar 8, 2008 13:12:47 GMT -5
(Lord, you don't know how hard it is for me to read the name "Russell" and even kinda sorta register it correctly anymore. And I think it's like, mid day?)
REL laid on her bed, going through her texts while "Dance, Dance," by F.O.B. played in her earphones. Nothing new, nothing unusual. Gord still wanted a discount on RWW items (an affair he kept private, as nothing should come between him and his Aquaberry. It was only a shirt, afterall), Ricky still talked too much about his exes, Vance still wanted affirmation, Simon still only used one word replies, and Juri still couldn't type for beans.
And Trent hadn't texted her yet. What. The. Junk.
--------------------------------- "Hey Trent wuts ^ Y havent u replied yet? Listen ILU but if U ditch me for Kirby Im gonna skin ur pedo ass. <3"
Beep.
Kay rolled over. Sheesh, not again. Why didn't she just turn off his phone before trying to sleep?
Oh, wait. It was REL.
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Post by Memai on Mar 8, 2008 13:13:46 GMT -5
She snatched up that shitty phone. "Jesus, now what have we here?"
She read the message, vagualy wondering if REL was on drugs. Trent was a fugly asswipe- but then again, he was related to her. She yawned.
"You won't be getting any replies from Trent tonight." She snickered. Her hand motioned to put the phone on the table, but then an idea sprung to her mind. She picked up her own phone and texted a quick message.
"Hi, REL s'up? Luv frm B"
She had no idea why she done it. She just felt like it. After all, trent's phone wouldn't be doing any texting for a long bloody time. She threw trents phone down and put hers on the bed next to her and she dozed for a bit. Wondering if REL would think it a total scandal to be texted by a stranger or if she'd shrug it off.
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Post by Memai on Mar 8, 2008 13:14:17 GMT -5
REL flipped open her phone and--whoa. What the mess was this?
"Luv frm B"?
Ok, the only "B" in the school was Beatrice, and she already HAD REL's number, apart from the fact that she'd never talk like that unless demon jockmonkies had taken her mind hostage.
...So... is this a practical joke or a secret admirer?
Or Seraph?
"N/M just chillin et toi?"
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Post by Memai on Mar 8, 2008 13:14:53 GMT -5
((Liked how Seraph had a whole category to herself.))
Kay grunted, awake again. She picked up her phone.
"That girl must know a B- or she just doesn't care," Kay laughed. She decided to have some devious fun, after all it WAS REL and she was- even if a total bitch- quite hot.
"Lyin on my bed thinkin of u." Kay lingered over the send button.
Is this really cruel? Should i? She might start something with me if she finds out.... hell, who cares?
She pressed send, slowly sitting up and rubbing her eyes.
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Post by Memai on Mar 8, 2008 13:15:51 GMT -5
(LOL. BRILLIANT IDEA TIEM.)
REL rolled over, tossing her bangs out of her face. Her dull, bored eyes brightened at this reply. Devilishly, the impure rubies twinkled. It COULD be Seraph... or it COULD just be some guy.
Or it could be someone getting themselves into something way too deep for them. But a a bit of mischievous fun was demanded when dealing with the RWW princess, and so the games began.
"Thinking of me?"
"Yea U"
The brunette had by now found her weapon of choice. She selected a well rendered pic from her cellphone's list of photos she'd taken of herself--one that might be added, was of her in an 'artistic nude' pose in front of her mirror--and attatched it to the message. She then captioned,
"You thinking about me like this?"
(ABOMINATION. OOC. She dranked her own potion D=)
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Post by Memai on Mar 8, 2008 13:16:09 GMT -5
Beep.
Kay picked up the phone.
"Message from... REL- WAT THE GODDAMEDWHOAGIRL!" Kay shrieked and Fell backwards off her bed. She clawed her way back up, her eyes glued to the picture.
"You thinking about me like this?"
"Hell yeah, NOW I am!" Kay fanned herself with a hand, and wondered if everyone in Bullworth had seen REL naked. How could she just send a naked pic of herself to someone she didn't even know?!
She let her eyes travel down REL's form. What would she do if she knew that Kay had been the recipient? She'd prolly flip.
"Yeh, but it's better in real life, baby. U have an amazing body." Kay texted back quickly. She gave a stifled laugh. This was a wild idea, but hell it was a fun turn on to her.
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