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Post by Chelsea Saughton on Mar 19, 2008 15:24:38 GMT -5
The shrill shrieking of a preppie in distress never went unnoticed, especially in a place like the Vale, crawling with little trust-fund babies and their equally rich mummies and daddies.
Preps like Gord, quickly sympathized with Beau's situation, quickly rushing to his aid and hoping to salvage that one of a kind sweater.
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Halloween for other Preps, like Roxanne, were spent giving out candy to last batch of children that would squeeze out every home in the Vale for all the candy they've got.
And really, she found no use in keeping sweets after Halloween. Perhaps a few leftovers could be given to those poor urchin children, but she would find herself quickly disposing them the next day.
She found herself in bed soon after and left the maids to clean up the decorations and put away the dinner plates.
Halloween for Preps like Derby, were spent in some uptown bar, going to party after party, so proudly claiming his VVIP seats and an arm around a very uninterested looking Pinky.
Halloween for everyone else, was spent dealing with hangovers, stomach-aches and perhaps recovering from the wounds of insults thrown at their costumes.
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Post by Chelsea Saughton on Mar 19, 2008 15:24:56 GMT -5
Pranks were always expected on Halloween, every house was a target for TP's and eggs, every boy a victim for wedgies and every girl a candidate for embarrassing snap shots of them drunk the next day.
Gordon and Dalton had their fun egging this house with the supposed snob preppy living in it, and were more than done by the time they had thrown the last egg, quickly jumping on their bikes and making a mad dash for it before anyone saw.
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Post by Chelsea Saughton on Mar 19, 2008 15:25:14 GMT -5
In the expansive world of Bullworth, it was hard to not become quickly familiar with the faces and groups they were associated with. So when Beau whipped his gorgeous face around to view the HIDEOUS oncoming Prep, his mind instantly clicked that this was an ally placed on Earth with the soul purpose of showering him with love. Recognizing this as a chance to leech sympathy from bystanders, he began to wail with more emotion than before, going from flustered to distraught.
"Can you believe the nerve of this chap? Shoving me, an innocent youth on my home after a carefree night of passing out chocolates to children, into a filthy street puddle; and with such force! Oh, the inhumanity of it all!"
While all of this was going on, Beau waved his arms about in grand gestures to add extra emphasis to his tale of woe. On the final statement, he leaned back and used the back of his hand to shield his eye's, in traditional dramatic fashion.
Will just stood there, unphased.
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Post by Chelsea Saughton on Mar 19, 2008 15:26:03 GMT -5
"Where am i- oh yeah." Kay rubbed her head and climbed out of the spin dryer she had some how fallen into. The music still rumbling down stairs and the sound of squeals and laughter told her that she was still at the party REL was hosting. Say, where was that chick?
She staggered out of what appeared to be the laundry room and back down to the strobe lighted halloween party. She danced for a bit, wondering vagualy why the floor was moving like she was on a boat.
She danced, well stomped and raved, until she slid backwards into Derby.
"Oh will you WATCH where you're going, pauper?" He snapped, irritably. Kay could only see his lips move, so she shrugged and laughed.
"It's a party, boy. Have some fun,"
"I'll kill you, Adams." He replied loudly.
"Ah shaddup. Just because you haven't got your leg over Roxy. Why not try REL? Oh yeah, she got the leg over you first!" And kay laughed obnoxiously. Derby blinked blankly.
"What are you talking about, Adams?" He asked, over to her, his eyes narrow.
"Oh yeah, you never knew..." She thought for a moment. "Well, y'know that night you got pranked?" She yelled back.
"YES!" He snarled.
"Well, the girl sitting on your crotch wasn't Roxy at all. It was REL. REL wanted your sweet man-sausage. But then again, you'd know that, wouldn't you?" Kay grinned and turned away.
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Post by Chelsea Saughton on Mar 19, 2008 15:26:22 GMT -5
REL was out the door before Simon could fully understand that the door had reopened. He was still sorta blankly staring at EV, not sure what to do to help--err, REL, that is. Doing nothing wasn't particularly a polite thing to do, I mean, she WAS, after all, a comrade.
Of sorts.
On the other hand, she quickly found herself falling into the arms of someone who could understand her situation--quite literally. What with all the infantile BAWLING of mr. olivier, Will had lost his focus on REL, and failed to realize she was leaving. Gord was challenging the boy to a fight by now--which late for meds nor no, did not seem feasible to Will whatsoever. REL glided out the glass door in a huff, attempting to float on like a storm cloud, but tripped over the boy in the door's wake and landed all over him in his temper tantrum.
What. The. Mess. "Eww, and now I am unfairly BODYSLAMMED into the soil by some poorly fed and OBVIOUSLY just as poorly bred camel!?"
Falling into someone's arms never meant it was a good thing.
"Camel!? Excuse me, you cretin, but your obvious friendship with the mirror does NOT a goddess degrade!" a scowl passed her face, and Beau returned it; the two stared at each other like 4 year old siblings fighting over a teddy bear. And Will wasn't sure how to react.
No, wait. Yes, he was. He got about 3 pills out, counting them almost affectionately, and took them dry. REL pushed herself up off of Beau and began to pace off as she flung the water off of her skirt. Beau stood up and continued his wailing. Gord went to go 'alert the authorities (This situation obviously needed immediate attention).' Simon stepped outside and cautiously avoided the drama.
"REL, perhaps I should just leave. This really doesn't seem like a good ti--"
"Of course! Just go, already, I need to get home anyway," she pouted. At this he found a quick route homewards and fled for dear life. Fine, go on. I can see the fear burning in your eyes, and I can tell you want nothing more than to climb a pole and die than see my face.
But just keep in mind that one day you'll BELONG to me, just as everything worthy of future existence should belong to REL Wigglesworth.With this in mind she turned around to confront the two men who only stood to make her night worse--a feat she thought impossible--until her evening was more spoiled still. The little bell in the door of the shop rang, and past the shoulders of the two male forms she could see a quite unpleased and yet cognitive Peanut and and worrysome Roxy exiting.
And what was she doing here?
The couple stole away, not noticing REL's petite, thin form willowing and glaring from behind the strangers. They were much too preoccupied. As they left, REL closed her mouth. Obviously, it wasn't worth it. She might as well just go choke on cyanide and arsenic than try to improve this ruined holiday. Halloween.
What a horrid excuse for a night to try to have fun.
Will looked over his shoulders, seeing two more wastes of carbon. Beau only saw a couple of ugly beasts--oh, one of them he recognized wore his flag's colors on normal hours! How disgraceful. And she was obviously dating this wrenchfaced menace to all that is appealing to the eye.
"Fuck you all, I'm going home. I've got a bloody party to attend."
"...Wait! You wouldn't happen to have any men's Aquaberry in my size?" Beau trailed after, not having paid enough attention to the homely girl to have recognized her as Royce Wigglesworth's daughter--a trait that would have made her immediately more pretty, but still horribly deformed in his eyes.
Will still had his business with the Wigglesworth princess, and decided not to let a night go to waste. Even if it meant... Going to a social gathering of idiots and human waste to get to this girl.
------------------------------ "You're lying," Derby leered. Or perhaps she wasn't. Coming to think of it, Roxy probably wasn't capable of such a traumatic thing as was done to him. She was rather proud of just that lizard thing. And then it donned on him.
REL was a vicious, jealous little wretch.
Oh, you. You always DID want me. Suddenly, payback in a more discreet manner seemed logical.
He had been gathering his things, and called his lackies to comes join him in his parade home. Even though he had been beat up by a 10 year old. It was still a parade of triumph.
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Post by Chelsea Saughton on Mar 19, 2008 15:26:44 GMT -5
"Oh yeaaaah!" Kay said, rolling her eyes. "I'm lying alright. Sheesh, Derby anybody would think you DIDN'T want Wigglesworth stradling you,"
"I didn't- What ARE you alluding to, Adams?!" Derby was growing red.
"I'm suggesting that you secretly wanted the Wigglesworth girl," Kay was quite obviously just messing with Derby's huge head, but Derby was furious.
"Aren't nerds supposed to be smart, pauper?" He hissed, pulling Kay by the shoulders close to him. "You listen to my, you fiscally challenged daughter of a drunkard- You know nothing of my buisness. But i want to know what you know about REL Wigglesworth!"
"Well, she's dark haired-" Kay sniggered, but was cut off by a snarl from Derby.
"I'll break your neck!"
"I'd love to see you try. Get your pretty-boy hands dirty? I think not. You have to save your manicure for your... Consorts. Y'know, like Bif and whatnot?" Kay glared into Derby's eyes. She was taller than him, so he had to look up slightly to her and it was amusing to see him rage. "Why don't you try and get a bit closer to Wigglesworth- Oh, wait! Did she turn you gay?!"
"DID YOUR FATHER TURN YOU INTO A DYKE?!"
"No, my father never interfered with my sexual orientation. Unlike some people around here..."
Derby was furious, and was attempting to counter with a snooty remark, but Kay started to feel the atmosphere around her swoop below her suddenly like a rush of water in the ocean, and the it happened.
Spurggh.
Vomit. All over. Derby's costume. Oh. No.
After the initial panic attack and ensuing insults towards Kay (who quite honestly wasn't listening to a word that was being said in the first place), the prep dashed to the restroom to tend to his "wound."
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Post by Chelsea Saughton on Mar 19, 2008 15:27:25 GMT -5
Dalton sat with Dee at the circular table. He watched the students do their thing, whether it was dancing, flirting, or whatever. He sipped the remainder of his Vodka and motioned for Dee to pour some for him. The drink was rather distasteful, but for some reason, he wanted more.
"Hehe," Dee giggled, "I think Kay's about hurl. She doesn't look too hot."
Cheeks red and eyes half-closed, Dalton looked up from his glass and watched as Kay continued to provoke Derby, and eventually, vomit on him. The two drinkers laughed in unison as Derby ran towards the washroom, cursing about his outfit. After their laughter had died down, the blond boy stood up, pushing his chair backwards with his legs, and walked off.
Dee looked up in surprise, "Hey! Where're ya' going?"
Dalton didn't turn around, but made a slight hand motion at her as he walked.
"Ey,"
Without looking up, Kay answered in a somewhat exhausted tone, "What. "
"Dun' know if you noticed, I know I didn't 'til now, but you're pretty hot."
She stared at him, cocking an eyebrow. What was this boy up to? Before she had a chance to answer, Dalton continued with his useless attempt to flatter her.
"Hell, we both are." Being drunk doesn't help with picking up a girl. Especially not for Dalton. Unfortunately for him, he speaks his mind when he's drunk. AND he's extremely straightforward - to the point where he doesn't think at all and only acts. He held out his glass as an offering, perhaps to comfort her or something. He was unsure himself, "Have some more. It's... tastes great.."
She took the glass in her hand but didn't bother to think about why he offered her the drink. The two were far too drunk to think, anyway. Dalton didn't have the mind strength to be premeditative now.
Placing his hands in his pockets, he stared up at the ceiling and muttered, "I hope we both get extremely drunk and something unexpected happens. Involving a..."
Kay continued to stare at the drink, partially listening to Dalton. It was impossible for her to focus on his voice alone. "You're gonna' have to speak up."
"Oh, don't mind me. Just talking to myself."
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Post by Chelsea Saughton on Mar 19, 2008 15:27:42 GMT -5
"Y'know, you're not to bad for a big headed blondie," Kay slurred, swigging something that she was too pissed to identify.
"And you ain't half bad for... well, a huge chick," Dalton replied, equally as drunken. He walked closer to her, in a vague, off balance attempt to sexy dance with her. Kay obliged, unfamiliar with the guy.
"So what's your name- haven't seen ya around," She asked.
"Names aren't important..." He said slowly.
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Post by Chelsea Saughton on Mar 19, 2008 15:27:58 GMT -5
"I can't believe you actually threw up...after one fuckin' Heineken!"
"Man,I told you!I ate some nasty shit,and that made me throw up,a'ight?"
"Yeah right. You're just a lightweight! I mean did you see Juri back there, passed out in the bathroom, surrounded by empty bottles of Absolut Vodka? That, my friend, is a real man. I respect that."
"Psshhh."
Coming out of the bathroom were Brian and Bo, who were currently arguing over Bo's reason for having to vomit, and Brian having to "hold his hair" as he barfed into the toilet.
"That's your comeback?That's your response?'Psshhh'?Wow, you sure as hell got me there."
"Oh,and what have you been drinking all night? A Red Bull?"
"Touché, Mr.Jackson,touché. But I am truly shocked and ashamed at you.All this time I thought you were used to drinking 40s while rollin' joints, then smoking that bud, runnin' down to the cornerstore to get some watermellon and Kool-Aid, going to pick up some fried chicken, and finally hanging out by the block while sippin' on some Hennessey and chillin' with your homies. And then you go off and vomit after one beer."
"Wow, I'll ignore how fricken' racist that last comment was, 'cause I'm gonna' go get some shit to drink. You want anything,Grand Cyclops Oliver?"
"Oh,haha.Grand Cyclops Oliver. Like saying I'm a member of a certain organization that promotes white supremacy. Oh, you are a God damn comedian...and I'll have another Red Bull.That stuff tastes like shit, but it makes me feel good."
Bo made his way to the kitchen to get the beverages, and Brian sat down at one of the circular tables situated all around him.
From the corner of his eye, he noticed Kay Adams, and that new kid, whatever the hell his name was, grinding like two monkeys having epileptic seizures, to the pulsating electronic music.
"Oh my God..." Whispered the Jock under his breath.
Bo came back, carrying a Corona and a Red Bull, and sat down next to Brian.
"What's 'Oh my God'?"
"That."
Brian then pointed at Kay and the new kid. Bo looked,and his jaw dropped.
"Oh my God..."
"Exactly!It's like watching mentally challenged rats mate!"
"Yeah-wait,what?How do you know what that looks like?"
"I don't.I'm just making an assumption.Like trying to be clever and say something that sounds witty."
"You failed."
"Why do you say things that you know will hurt me?"
The black Jock turned away, and took a sip of his Corona. In turn, Brian started gulping down his Red Bull. They then turned their attention back to the drunken, dancing pair of Kay and Whatever-His-Name-Is. What they saw, was the pair try to do a dance move that attempted to be sexy, but ended up being hilarious,sad, and mildly disturbing. All at the same time.
Then Brian and Bo lost it.
The younger one had to spit up his Red Bull, with some of it even shooting out of his nose, and the older one simply burst out laughing.
"Hahahaha-oh my friggin-hahahahahaha-God! Did you see that, man?Did you fuckin' see that?" Guffawed Bo.
Surpisingly, Brian just stared, as if in a trance.
"Ugghhh...dude?You alright?" Inquired Bo.
"I don't know whether to laugh, cry, or blow my brains out. I mean that was quite...disturbing."
"Well, whatcha' gonna' do?"
"I don't know...I think when I go home,though...I'm gonna' take a shower,because that made me feel so...so dirty.Nay, I feel violated."
Bo gave Brian a strange look, then just responded with,"Riiiight."
Then there was silence for a moment, until Brian muttered something under his breath.
"I have to prank them."
"What was that?" Replied Bo.
"I said I have to prank them. Like I physically need to prank them."
"Those two?" Bo then motioned towards Kay and Whatever-Name-is."What the hell?Why?"
Brian looked aghast! How could his friend not notice it?
"Did you see them dancing?Did you fucking see them? They're wasted! It's so perfect! If I mess with them somehow, even just a tad bit, it'll be amazing!Like they are in the perfect state, next to being passed out, to fuck with someone!" There was a gleam in Brian's eyes. You could just tell he was thinking of something. Something completely epic.
"You're gonna' get yo' ass kicked,man."
"Maybe. But it's for a good cause."
"Dumbass."
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Post by AshHavynn on Mar 21, 2008 23:37:37 GMT -5
(Aaand the roleplay lives on!!)
"Yes, I own men's Aquaberry. It's in my father's bedroom, in the west wing, room 209." REL was quite unamused by the tagalong duo. Though, that one boy was cute, and that one other boy was crafted by the gods. Still. Neither were interested. Either she'd have to change that, or she'd have to make them wished they'd never laid eyes on Medusa.
The blonde ran through the crowd towards the residential hall without paying a cent of attention to the partygoers, the booze, or the smoke. In the magical world of Beau-land, all that existed was a straight and dank tunnel leading to the promised land of cleanliness and replenished beauty. REL walked leisurely yet sternly behind, not near in the mood for chase, but still disliking the idea of letting some pretty-boy with obvious poor taste in women alone in her father's room. As she passed the kitchen, she saw Loretta bringing in more Monster, Rockstars, Amps, and Redbulls. She looked quite festive now that she had finally finished getting into her costume; a way colorful go-go girl with eyeshadow that practically screamed accross the kitchen and false lashes that could bow someone away if only she batted her eyes fast enough. She kind of bounced to the music, obviously having a decent time even if there were no men her age there.
"Loretta!" REL shouted out. "Go to Daddy's room, a guest is getting changed into some clean clothes. Keep watch on him," she commanded, wanting little to do with the boy at the time. Will wanted to talk to her privately, but the pulsing of the bass and the smells and lights and idiotic lifeforms were all too much overwhelming, and he found himself taking his prescription 4 minutes before time. REL paid him little attention when the sight of Kay and Dalton caught her eye.
"What... is... this?" As she saw Dalton /attempting/ to feel up on Kay as they /tried/ to grind against one another to the beat, a sinister smirk parted her lips. She pulled out her videophone. "Looks like this party isn't over yet at all," she sneered.
After a good few minutes of recording this lovely ballroom performance for the good show of the internets, REL placed her phone away and approached them.
"Kay," She said with an air of surprise and playfulness. "You snagged yourself a HOT one while I was gone," she said, kind of murmuring in her ear, and then smiling at Dalton--who she noticed really WASN'T half bad--a surprise in Kay's arena, though they were both shitfaced. She leaned in towards Kay. "You know... I have /plenty/ of rooms in the back if you... decide that the party's too crowded for the two of you together. There's one just for you. It's that one. That one right-down-there," she said, pointing at a door right at the beginning of a hallway. She flipped Kay's hair and turned away, still glancing at her victim. "Have fun."
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Brian and Bo stared as they saw the party's hostess approach the drunken duo and suggest something. I mean, to anyone sober, it was pretty obvious what REL was up to. I mean, it was REL for christ's sake. Even the boys who don't see it coming saw it coming before they didn't. Brian looked at Bo. "Looks like REL's thinking the same thing we are. We'd better get in on this before we lose out."
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Post by Chelsea Saughton on Mar 22, 2008 4:10:29 GMT -5
((Oh my god, REL, you witch! X3 Video phone... =O))
Dalton stared a bit after REL before dragging heavy lidded eyes back to Kay. He gave her a slow, drunken grin.
"So babe, do ya wanna go inter tha private room?" He jerked a thumb over his shoulder -in the wrong direction.
Kay, who was out of it, well and truly, tried to think for a moment. All she could see were large green butterflys around Dalton's waist.
The fauck is this?
He grinned again. Kay shrugged.
"Aw well, i guess so. Y'd better be good, emo," She slurred. "But im warning...." Kay never finnished her sentance as she was cut off by Dalton's lopsided "Shhhh," finger-to-lips. He grabbed her arm and they staggered through the crowd in the direction that REL had indicated. Kay was still unsure of what was going on. All she really knew was that this... alright... guy was dragging her through a forest- this forest was too damned bright.
They reached the door, leaning against it.
(( Sam would you like to handle the next proceedings? Kay's on drugs, so she can't possibly be out of character right now. xD
Oh, and Kay wasn't meaning that she thought Dalton was an emo- just that he dressed like one and had the flesh hole in his ear sorta thing. XDD)
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Post by Chelsea Saughton on Mar 22, 2008 4:12:00 GMT -5
((Oh my god, REL, you witch! X3 Video phone... =O))
Dalton stared a bit after REL before dragging heavy lidded eyes back to Kay. He gave her a slow, drunken grin.
"So babe, do ya wanna go inter tha private room?" He jerked a thumb over his shoulder -in the wrong direction.
Kay, who was out of it, well and truly, tried to think for a moment. All she could see were large green butterflys around Dalton's waist.
The fauck is this?
He grinned again. Kay shrugged.
"Aw well, i guess so. Y'd better be good, emo," She slurred. "But im warning...." Kay never finnished her sentance as she was cut off by Dalton's lopsided "Shhhh," finger-to-lips. He grabbed her arm and they staggered through the crowd in the direction that REL had indicated. Kay was still unsure of what was going on. All she really knew was that this... alright... guy was dragging her through a forest- this forest was too damned bright.
They reached the door, leaning against it.
(( Sam would you like to handle the next proceedings? Kay's on drugs, so she can't possibly be out of character right now. xD
Oh, and Kay wasn't meaning that she thought Dalton was an emo- just that he dressed like one and had the flesh hole in his ear sorta thing. XDD
Oh and niether of them need to remember anything ))
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Post by fireinthedisco on Mar 22, 2008 18:15:12 GMT -5
Dalton pulled open the door and stumbled into the room, which appeared to be some sort of bedroom. This building must have been some kind of hotel before REL moved in; there were at least fifty master bedrooms. One could only wonder what the real master bedroom was like. He flicked on the lights to get a better view of the majestic guest room, only to reveal that the room was already occupied by another unlikely couple.
"Wha- WHAT THE HELL?!"
"I thought you said the door was locked!"
"Turn it off, turn it off!"
Kay, who was still extremely intoxicated, didn't mind the remarks and climbed onto the bed with the other two lovers.
"What the hell are you doing? GET OFF, PSYCHO NERD!" Trent made an attempt to remove the drunk nerd as his partner concealed himself beneath the covers.
"Oh what, an ORGY?" Dalton tried his best to figure out what in the world was going on. "Oh hey there Trent. Who's the chick?"
Trent was outraged by the disturbance and continued to push and poke at the nerd, who was too drunk to register the situation in her mind, "Dalton! YOU'RE NOT WELCOME. GET OUT."
"Oh puh-lease! I'll get out when you tell me!"
"GOD DAMN IT. WOULD YOU PLEASE?!"
Right at that moment, Kirby slipped off the bed and made a dash out the door. Dalton stared at the boy blankly as he ran by. Trent sat on the bed with his head in his palms.
Dalton stared at the door, then at Trent, "Uh.. is she new?"
(( Nuu, Trent and Kirby weren't doing the secks. They were just making out on ze bed or something. ))
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Post by Chelsea Saughton on Mar 23, 2008 6:44:09 GMT -5
((*Almost peed self*. I was on the edge of my seat there. Trent is Kay's cousin. How bad would that be if they had an orgy?!))
Kay, who was already on the bed, tapped Trent on the shoulder.
"It's okay... to be gay!" She sang, grinning manically. Trent slapped her away.
"So...?" Dalton said suggestively.
"Fuck off, pretty boy," Trent snarled, standing up and shoving by to get out the room. Kay laughed.
"Tent..." She said lazily. Dalton shut the door and approached Kay, staggering slightly. He leapt up on the bed and made to lock lips with her, but a huge crash halted the proceedings.
"OH MY GAWD!" Christy Martin stood framed by the door, a hand over her mouth. Okay, so the scene DID look bad. Dalton was hunched over Kay, looking like he'd just kissed her and the bed cloths were a mess from Trent and Kirby. Kay's outfit and hair was askew.
"RE YOU GUYS-?" She didn't stop to wait for an answer. She fled the scene to gossip her brains out.
"Oh shit-"
((This can go loads of way. But think about it this way. Kay and Dal on't be able to remember- Christy's rumours might make them think they've had sex! xDDD))
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Post by elchupacabra on Mar 23, 2008 7:31:26 GMT -5
"You got it?" Whispered a certain mischievous Jock to his friend across the across the table.
"Yeah,man,I know what to do. We should probably get going before we miss out on everything,ya' know?"Replied Bo Jackson.
"Right."
On that note, Brian Oliver was off, through the throngs off people, amidst the smell of booze and smoke, towards the table wear most of the Jocks were sitting.
"Where's Ted?"Said Brian as soon as he reached the group.
"Ugggh,man,I don't fuckin' know.Hahaha!"Responded Damon, who was holding a half-empty bottle of Jack Daniels.
"Man, you're fuckin' stupid,Damon!"Added in Dan Wilson.
" 'Ey,fuck you!" Spat back the burly, black Jock.
"Don't you remember, he went in to one of the private rooms to go fuck Mandy! It was only like a minute ago!"
That was all the information Brian need, so he made his way towards the back, where most of the ground-level rooms were situated,still with Dan and Damon bickering.
He knocked on the first door.
"Man, get outta 'ere!We're busy!"
Johnny Vincent, definitely. Probably having some insane animal sex with Lola.Gross.
Door number two.
"Uggghh,hehe,it's,ugggh,occupied!"
Algie.But there's no way he's getting laid,unless the girl was really,really drunk.It must've been a bathroom.
Third time's a charm.
"Yeah,you like that?"
"Fuck yeah!God...this is fucking great!"
"Awww,yeah!Oh shit...someone's knocking!GO AWAY!"
Jimmy and Zoe.Well,at least they were having some fun.
Number four.
"Ugh!Man,it's so good!Crap, someone's knocking!"
"Oh God,yes!Right th-wait,what!?Tell them to go away!"
"Ugggh,please go away!"
Yep, Ted and Mandy, making sweet, sweet sexual congress.
Brian slowly turn the door-knob, praying that they forgot to lock it. If it was locked, his plan would either be ruined, or greatly delayed.
Then he saw the door creak open.Success.
He opened it enough, until it was to the point where it was passble for his small body. Then when he entered the room, he pushed back the door, until it was just slightly agape. This would make it easier for his escape, instead of having to get up and turn the knob again.
Then the boy dropped into a prone position, and took in his surroundings. There was a bed, a nightstand on either side, an open door in the back, which probably led to a bathroom. But of course there were all the frilly little details of the room that the upper-class often had, but they wouldn't make a difference in Brian's scheme.
There was also, of course, the obvious sight of Ted Sinclair on top of Mandy Wiles, on the bed, with their clothes and items strewn about on the floor. Something else that doesn't need too much more detail.
Might as well get some laughs well I'm at it.
With that, Brian whipped out his cell phone, turned it on video-mode, and filmed the Jock-King and his Queen doing what humans were made to do.
As he was getting some great footage, he was also crawling across the floor, commando-style, for Mandy's purse. He made tried to be a stealthy as possible, in a high-stakes situation such as this.
He finally got to the girl's bag, and started to slowly sift through it.
Cell phone, wallet, make-up, keys...ah, here we go.
Brian pulled out a bottle of birth control pills, then made his way under the bed.
As he was under the matress, he heard a rustling above him. Then, on the side he was facing, a pair of feet came down. Ted's feet.
Then, as they got farther away, he got a better view.
Ted was holding Mandy, in a certain position, that allowed intercourse, and had her up against the wall.
Now all Brian could do was wait. The object he was trying to get to,Ted's jeans, was right next to the lovemaking pair.
So he waited, and waited, and waited, still filming with his video-phone.
Finally, what felt like an eternity (but was really about five minutes), and Ted and Mandy were back on the bed.
Now Brian made a bee-line towards Ted's jeans. When he got there, he reached into one pocket.
It was empty.
He tried the other.
Yes!
Now he had Ted's car keys, so he crawled back under the bed, towards the door, put his hand in the small opening of the slightly agape door, crawled back outside to the party, stood up, closed the door, and turned off his video-phone.
Success!
There wasn't much time for celebration,though.
Next,Brian sprinted towards the front door of the mansion, then went outside. He scanned the area for a bright-red sportscar, and when he saw it, raced to it.
He unlocked it, then opened the trunk.
Inside the trunk, there were many things. But the only ones Brian was looking for, were his bag(for he had come with Ted and the other Jocks), and Ted's bag.
First he found his, and looked inside.
Stink bombs?Check.Firecrackers?Check.Itching powder?Check.I got everything I need.
He then searched through the trunk, until he found Ted's bag.
He sorted through the contents of the bag, until he found Ted's leftover laxatives from football try-outs.
Then he took out the stolen birth control pills container, and poured all the pills out. Next, he took out the laxatives bottle, poured all the laxatives into the empty birth control bottle, and dropped in in his bag.
He closed the trunk, locked the car, and ran back inside.
First, he went back to Ted and Mandy's room, and threw Ted's keys back inside.
Next, he dashed towards the kitchen, and opened up the refrigerator.
"Eggs, eggs, eggs...ah,eggs." He took out a cartoon full of eggs, but was stopped by Loretta.
"Excuse me sir, what are you doing?"
"Exactly what it looks like I'm doing: getting eggs."
Then he made his way back towards the main party area, and called Bo.
"Dude, where are you?"
"I'm by the room near the stairwell. It's the only room with an open door.The lights are on.You got the shit?"
"Yeah.I'll be there in a sec."
"A'ight.I'll be waving my hands in the air."
"How will I be able to see your midnight-shaded,choclatey hands through all this darkness?"
"Just shut-up and hurry."
Brian looked around through the smoke and flashing lights for the main stairwell. He finally saw it, then darted through flocks of Bullworth students towards it.
Next,he saw Bo, waving his hands, and went towards him.
On his way towards Bo, he knocked into Christy, who had a shocked look upon her face.
The fiery-haired girl started bawl out,"Like, oh my Gawd!You will not believe what happened in there!I saw Kay,Dalton,and Tre-"
"Sorry,no time, tell me later." Interrupted the Jock.
When he got to Bo, the dark-skinned Jock pointed towards the room, and Brian went inside.
He saw the image which would soon be garnering a lot of attention, thanks to Christy.
"Trent, nice. Have a threesome with your drunk cousin and some drunk kid. Incest, taking advantage of intoxicated people, and who knows what kind of crazy, disgusting sex you guys will have."
"Fuck you!" Hissed Trent.
"Where,when,and how hard?" Shot back Brian.
Trent rolled his eyes, then buried his face in his hands as a drunken Kay and Dalton pestered him.
"Hey, before you kids get all crazy, just remember:practice safe sex.Have these birth control pills." Said Brian, as he set the laxatives on the nighstand.
"Hey...thanks,dude.You wanna'...like...join or us, or something?Haha!" Asked a clearly tipsy Kay Adams.
"What?N-no!"Answered Brian, rather surprised."I'll see you guys later.Have fun!"
Brian then left the room, and stood right outside it with Bo.
"Well?"
"Now we wait."
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