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Post by Alyssa on Mar 27, 2008 12:05:37 GMT 1
It was her fourth day at Hircine High; a thursday and the point of the week most students either became extra lazy, or perked up to since the weekend was approaching. But not Alyssa. She wished it was still monday or tuesday. Since starting her legacy at the San Francisco High School, she'd started a brand new journal, detailing the events of each day systematically. She usually filled no less than half a page, and no more than one page per day. One might call it her own private tradition, but it was a way for her to stay organised and ontop of everyday things. Being on medication for A.D.D sometimes meant she forgot important details, or became flustered over lack of organisation. So right now, she currently buried her head in said, thick, black book, recapping on the past week while waiting for the biology teacher to arrive.
Monday
My first day, and what a day that was! On first seeing the school, I knew I was in for a real treat. Can you beleive, they even have a barbed wire fence? It's so delightfully prison like, and I'm sure it won't be long until I'm the 'King piece' of these inmates. They're all so pathetic. I passed by one boy hiding in the girls toilets, of all places, crying to himself in one of the cubicles. How did I know it was a boy you ask? Oh please. Naturally I climbed up onto the toilet of the cubicle next door, only because I wanted to see who was making such a dreadfully annoying, whinning sound. Course I couldn't beleive it when I looked down to see a sandy-haired junior, wearing nothing but his purple boxer shorts. On closer inspection, someone had scribbled obsenities over his entire body, in black marker pen. I couldn't help but laugh out loud, but managed to convince the poor creature that I actually felt sorry for him. Hence, I got the information I wanted, in exchange for lending him my ear. Oh, and my personalised hanky, which I sadly won't be seeing again. He blew his damn nose on it so much, I told him to bloody keep the germ-infested item. I'm certain he'll treasure it forever. Now, if he wasn't bullied for being a closet homosexual, I think I'd have earned my very first crush. Instead I'll settle for informant. Afterall...he already convinced me he's the 'gossip-queen' of the junior grade. The sap knows everything, and if he doesn't, he has enough female friends to soon enough get something juicy for me. What is this female obsession with the 'gay-best-friend fashion accessory'? I told him, this 'Paul' fellow...he can achieve great things, just for, you know, swinging that way.
Yes, my dearest little pawn...you will serve me well.
Tuesday
Having learnt of the juniors latest bid to scam these fake cigarettes (they're filled with sawdust) to the seniors, I decided to get in on the easy money. Paul met me outside those same girl's toilets at lunch, with a handful of the pathetic creations. No wonder they're not selling. One look at these things, and you can tell they're hand made by amateurs. So I told him to come by my dorm some time, bringing basil, pepper, talcum powder, and rollups, and I'll show him a real scam. In the meantime, it seems I'm placed in classes with different, random people, unlike my schools in England where classes were generally with the same retarded fuckwits everyday. Getting to know each and every one of them might prove my biggest challenge yet. But it will be done...getting them to recognise me is my first task. Getting the teachers to recognise me...that's another. My history teacher is a real hottie, fresh out of college; he has potential to give me good grades I'm sure. I caught the jerk eyeing up this girl with the hugest rack I've ever seen on a 15/16 year old. He knows I caught him staring too...Remind me to arrange a private meeting, later this week.
Oh yes. My laptop frazzled out on me. Typical that I'd written half of the history project when it just decided to lose power completely. I met this 'Jackson' kid in the school I.T Department. Actually I figured he was some technician and he might as well be. But he had his uses, as did Paul, again. Let's just say, tomorrow is going to be fantastic...
Wednesday
Oh me oh my. What a delightful scam! Someone, not that I know who, framed one of the basketball players! Apparently they caught him in the act. With another boy. I suspect it was that Jackson kid. Afterall, he was saying that he hated this, Sean Jameson guy. That's my opinion anyway.....not that I'd ever tell anyone. Would I? ...
All joking aside. Paul really made me proud. So did Jackson. Aside from that. I started my new history project. Date of completion: next friday.
Thursday
Now her pen began to scribble away, a smirk forming on her rosy lips, as she shifted on her lab stool.
One of my favourite classes, yet the teacher seems to be late. You'd think he'd make an effort for the last class of the day. I asked the girl next to me if this is normal, and she muttered a yes, before going back to her flirtations with some jock. I'll soon put an end to that affair. The bitch annoyed me with her snooty glare...Sarah Goldsmith is her name, be sure to remember that. I also don't seem to have a lab partner, but that suits me just fine. He or she would only hold me back, and I actually want to make a good impression in this room. This is where I have my fun, but first, the teacher must trust me enough to use the labs out of school hours. I wonder what's keeping him? I gather we're studying frogs today. There's a number of dead frogs in metal trays behind me. I really hope they're actually meant for the juniors...
She stopped writing then, because the class fell silent as a balding, short fat man, walked through the door. Two girls at the front snickered as he passed them; someone had stapled a sign to the back of his blazer jacket, which red 'alcoholics anonymous say yes to whiskey.' Intrigued by such a strange sign, Alyssa jotted it down in her journal, before snapping it shut and carefully slotting it into her schoolbag. Several more students had started to smirk or giggle at the sign, so she did what was right...
"Sir," her strong British accent broke the atmosphere of the room, as she raised her hand. The teacher, shocked to hear a female voice that he didn't recognise immediately, stopped whiping the blackboard free from the obscene comments chalked there, to stare at the girl who had called him by such a pleasant title. He was, shocked to say the least. Students here rarey showed any respect...was this a joke?
"Spit it out," he tried to maintain some degree of strictness, but his voice cracked slightly. Already, Alyssa could see this was a tormented soul. Why else would be be so overweight and sporting such a disgusting moustache on his face.
"Well, I'm sorry to have to tell you this, but you appear to have something stuck to the back of your jacket."
"What!?" He did the stupid thing, and tried to look over his shoulder, causing some students to giggle, while others were now staring back at the girl who dared to put an end to the practical joke. Finally, he did the smart thing, and removed his jacket, his eyes glazing over the piece of paper briefly, before he yanked it from the material and threw it onto his desk, muttering something to himself. His cheeks were bright pink by now however, how embarressing to have to deal with this the moment he stepped into his classroom. It was obviously too much...and without a word, he stepped out, slamming the door behind him. Ayssa, wasn't impressed. So while she waited for him to hopefully return, since fifteen minutes of the lesson had already passed without having accomplished anything remotely productive; she took out her journal once more, and added new notations.
Biology teacher a potential alcoholic, and very easilly stressed. Seems to be going though a midlife crisis. I wonder, is he married? I saw no ring, and he definately fits the pervy type of science nerd. Investigation needed.
Finally, the teacher returned, slamming the door behind him once again, and wasting no time in introducing the lesson this time.
"Alright, settle down." She almost snorted...what a strange man this was. "Page 198. Dissection of the Amphibian, otherwise known as your common garden frog. You will make notes and diagrams on the skin, bone structure, nervous system, and each organ you remove. This is a test on the module covered so far."
Half the class groaned, and Alyssa assumed he was punishing them now for the note. So much for anger management. What a jerk. Besides, a task like this was meant to be an exercise, and she wondered if he'd ever taught the class how to dissect anything before. Back home she was already taking apart sheep brains. Frogs, were childs play. She could've done this in nursery school without breaking a sweat.
"Collect your apparatus from the back of the room, and begin. You now have exactly...50minutes."
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Post by Dirk on Mar 27, 2008 19:02:59 GMT 1
Dirk was sitting comfortably towards the middle of the classroom. Close enough to listen to most everyone while being pleasantly ignored by them. Besides the occasional point, stare, or laugh that is. His mind grumbled at that fact almost as quickly as he reveled in it. They're giving you a gift. He thought a small crooked grin grew on his face. They're causing you displeasure, it's a good thing....
The grin wore on but his hands soon flitted to the myriad of buckles that adorned his clothing, obsessively loosening and tightening those that he felt were needed. More often than not merely loosing them and returning them to their original spot, atleast it occupied his hands as his eyes and mind swept about the room.
His eyes would fall upon someone new, and his thoughts would wind around the person for a moment. The eyes would observe the very brief with a certain Sarah of the room, A.K.A I have burn tissue with more intelligence than that. Still the attempt and the blonde's quick rebuttal was amusing and Dirk was sure to turn his head back ahead before giving a small chuckle.
The next interaction was no less entertaining. The teacher would walk in, attempting to sober as was his norm and oblivious to the sign stuck to his back as he entered. Dirk might have noticed sooner had his hands not eyes not returned to the many buckles that his attire consisted of. Still even then he wasn't overly impressed, He enjoyed it more when afew of the students had brought in afew bottles of hard liquor doused some towels in it and wafted the smell about. Taking bets on how long the teacher would search out it's source or "step out for some air."
It's far more entertaining to take advantage of a flaw than to simply point it out.
The teacher was out and in before Diedrick had stopped his current train of thoughts, the minute or so a blur of murmured talk from others as well as his own thought.
The rotund bald man would announce his directive and the collective would sigh or show some other method of dissatisfaction before moving to collect their corpses and pairing quickly. This was one of his favorite parts of the day. The burn scarred boy wouldn't move, instead waiting for himself and another to become defaulted into partners. Dirk waited patiently with a pleased grin on his face, staring at the Teacher and making him nervous to some degree. It would only be afew moments before he would gather nerve to stop avoiding the stare and point to the one that would be his partner today.
The moment passed and the teacher did so, and Dirk was delighted to find that it was the new and rather honest girl. He would stand and move closer to the desk before leaning over it and speaking afew words.
"Buying him afew bottles of a decent beverage would have done just as well and I do hear A is for Absinthe."
The grin would remain plastered on his face as he turned to collect the required utensils and the corpse, before putting them down rather carefully on the table. He'd let her decide the roles now, or in the very least grant her a chance for a retort.
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Post by Keith Richards on Mar 27, 2008 19:16:30 GMT 1
Keith was going to class. I know, I know. But take a deep breath and calm down before your brain implodes. He was going to biology with the promise of dissection. Keyword is dissection not class. Now it all makes sense right?
What didn't make sense is why the teacher stepped out of the classroom, red faced, fuming as he paced in front of the door as Keith approached. He was an unknown face. Everyone knew that you could get a passing grade off tests and homework alone, ignoring anything in class. The only time Keith made an appearance was when he could cause trouble or cut something.
Keith approached without his trademark sweatshirt, wearing only a gray wife beater and jeans with a brown leather belt and work boots, watching the teacher slide into the classroom. Managing to step in before the door was slammed shut he got out of looking absent, just barely. Keith looked around the classroom. There was several seats open, but there was only one that was his when he showed up.
And a girl was sitting there. Well at least that increased his chances of dissecting something withing stabbing someones hand to do it. Wait, no, scratch that. I may have to stab someone. He thought with a light, malicious, grin as he walked down the line of desks against the wall and then turned toward his. As he approached there was a guy, about his own size, trying to flirt with her.
Keith walked forward, standing to the side of the girl, expecting her to be eying the other boy either with a flirtatious smile or with annoyance, leaving him with an opening to come from her blind spot but not his. It didn't really matter, he wasn't being a charming hero trying to protect her from being hit on, he wanted to cut shit open damn it!
Reaching over her with his palm open there was nothing said as he would place his hand over a frog and pick it up, as well as everything else he would need. As his intention wasn't to draw aggression, but to dissect shit, he just went to his desk and dropped his other hand on the girls half of the desk, the utensils being placed on her side as he walked around, his arm going over her shoulder.
Keith eyed her like he was expecting something from her as he removed his arm and then looked back to the guy who was trying at humor. He didn't catch it because he hadn't been around for the note slapped on the back of his blazer. It didn't really matter anyways, fifty minutes to dissect, and Keith wasn't much in the mood for waiting. Dark brown eyes slid from frog he had splayed out on the tray to the girl. "Doubt you'll mind me cutting it, right?"
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Post by Alyssa on Mar 27, 2008 20:42:45 GMT 1
Alyssa looked around the class, observing the students reactions to the word 'test.' Though, she interpreted it as an exam, meaning conditions of silence and working alone for 50minutes. So when people started to pair up with one another, she silently groaned to herself. In an effort to seem less appealing to work with from the start of the lesson, she'd actually put her bag on the spare stool next to her. But while she was waiting for the 'crowd' to lessen behind her as people chose their frog specimen's, it actually alarmed her to see the teacher pointing a chubby finger in her direction. She followed his eyeline though, to the shaven headed boy who was now gathering his things, preparing to approach.
'Here we go,' she thought to herself, resisting the urge to headbutt the workbench, several times. Instead, she feigned ignorance, waiting until he was standing at the side of her, until she turned to look. No words were needed, her expression, mostly a calculating stare from beneath a heavy brown fringe, simply said 'what?' for her. She supposed the advice he gave has was an attempt at being friendly, but she'd already sized up the room, allocating each and every person to a certain piece on the chessboard. So far, the teacher was the 'King,' the jock the 'Knight,' and Sarah another 'Knight.' This guy however, was a 'Rook' at best, until he proved himself worthy of higher rank. All the rest were mere pawns, fast entertainment, easy targets.
"What does 'F' stand for then?" Her expression bland, her tone entirely serious, holding no hidden meanings or anything. Actually she'd intended to just stare, until he gave her an answer, and would've honestly been impressed if he could name an alcoholic beverage beginning with 'F' that quickly. If it wasn't for her temporary focus on her apparent lab partner by default, she might've noticed there was someone else standing, on her other side, her blind spot to be exact. But a shadow moved over her, and as she turned, some other numbskull was attempting to sit at the desk too. Infact, from the looks of it, he'd already made himself quite at home. She was about to simply say 'seat's taken,' but just as her lips parted to speak, he'd dumped the metal trays infront of her. Charming. Was that a sad attempt to repulse her?
For a moment, Alyssa quite forgot she had another lab partner waiting on her. Medium brown orbs collided with another set of deeper brown eyes, one challenging glare answered with another. He expected...something from her, while she expected him to find another desk. Then, he had the darn cheek, to assume she didn't want to cut the damn frog open! Why did she suddenly have the image of them both fighting over the thing, like a stretcharmstron doll?
"Oh, by all means, knock yourself out." No pun intended, her fingertips simply gave the tray a little flick, sending it over to his 'claimed' side of the desk. "Besides," she managed a cheeky smile, short lived, but it did the job well. "I don't share." If he'd moved her bag, she hadn't noticed yet. What she really hoped though, was that the juicy frog he'd chosen, would squirt guts in his eye the moment he sliced it open. When people didn't seem to realise, was that there was an art to cutting things up. A delicate art, and boys with their macho idiocity, didn't seem to grasp this fact. Watching him would be entertaining enough...
To the other boy, her eyes finally returned. It was bad enough to have one lab partner, but now she seemed to have two. He'd already selected a frog however, and since she didn't want frog juice in her eye, she decided to take the lead with Dirk's selected corpse. It was already pinned, which meant one task was out of the way. She could dive straight into using the scalpel and forceps.
"The trick, is to be very careful," she began to dictate as she worked, assuming both of them were incompetant. Hell, she didn't even care if the other boy went and picked up his own frog to cut up. If this was going to be some sort of competition, then she was going to win. Very, very carefully, she lowered her selected slicing tool, to the frogs rounded belly. Then ever so gently, gripped a section of the skin using the forceps, the sharp blade touched the skin, making the finest but most precise mark, which she continued to trail downwards, until the skin could be peeled away, leaving a layer of muscle. It was really fascinating...
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Post by Dirk on Mar 29, 2008 4:40:05 GMT 1
"Fat Tire Beer. He's a hard liquor type."
Dirk smirked and spoke after a very slight pause, truely it was only his small knowledge of beers that had saved him at that point and even then he knew the delay only made him look half the fool. Something that was soon to be covered by the cocky idiot that was soon slamming himself down next to her.
Dirk would hardly pay attention to the other male, grinning slightly at the look that was given to the other. The words she spoke weren't particularly inspired, but they held a harsh edge. The grin that came of them would hardly leave Dirk's face as his partner began doing all the work for him. It was actually almost as if she had done this before, and that morbid little thought hardly deterred him.
"I'm not sure Careful is the word, you are trying to cut the thing open after all..."
Still he wouldn't say more than that, he was rather intrigued he hadn't seen the insides of too many animals. He never derived much pleasure from bothering or causing conflict on non sentient beings.
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Post by Keith Richards on Mar 29, 2008 13:00:16 GMT 1
Dissector of many things both cute and fluffy Keith wasted no time in in pinning his frog. He took a quick glance over to the girl's frog after she had decided she would try to tell him the trick of dissection. But then she had cut down the middle. It seemed like a foolish thing to start with. When he had started he didn't have precision tools, and he was doing it without instruction, quite a while ago, he had done the same thing. But he had made a point to do dissection his freshmen year whenever they were going to be doing it. Even if it wasn't in his class, or age group.
He would just raise and lower his shoulders with a distracted smirk showing as he moved his rear off his chair, and pushed her bag to the floor between the two of them, before sitting down again. "Thanks for saving my spot." He would think to himself as he eyed her for that moment, then turned his attention to the frog as he spoke. "Careful is what you say before someone is about to fuck things up, she must not think much of you." Keith let his eyes flick up to the other guy for a second, smirk still present.
Taking another route into the frog Keith cut along the front of it, bellow the throat, creating a line there. The same would be done for the bottom, just above the "waste disposal" which he didn't want to deal with, and then cut a line straight down. His first cut went through both skin and muscle and the flap he created was sliding away. Keith pinned both of these areas open, not deterred by the fact there was a collection of various fluids on his fingers after he had it pinned. Wasting no time Keith would free the sternum by cutting the bones connected to the shoulders and then lifting it up and off the corpse.
After dropping it into the tray Keith would lean back in his chair and yawn loudly, disturbing the whole class. Many looked at him and glowered. But some of those closer could see that he already had his frog open and ready for inspection. Although Keith wasn't done in the least many hated even trying to get as far as him.
"Hey, wait, isn't that the kid the teachers complained about last year?" One began, the words well above a whisper, but the pink faced teacher just grunted behind his seat as he looked down at an unknown source of reading material on his desk. "Yeah, you should know, he's the reason you passed biology last year. The second voice responded, quickly to be retorted. "He broke my nose to make me pay him for it after class." The reply was heated, Keith glanced over his shoulder and all the heat drained away to be replaced with a cold respect one would give a bully you knew had a knife in his pocket.
Keith just didn't need the knife.
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Post by Alyssa on Mar 29, 2008 16:20:15 GMT 1
The hint of stunned approval in Alyssa's eyes in reaction to Dirk's knowledge of beers, was lost to the arrival of the second boy, and now her attention was to be split between then two of them. Really now, a threesome on her third schoolday? Whatever was she playing at. Whatever. It was every man, and woman, for themselves, as the verbal battle began. First a jibe from the boy who, as she noticed on closer inspection, sported a deep scar that curled around his ear. To the blonde, who had walked in late and, from the dark circles around his eyes, looked like he needed to lay off the red bull and get a decent nights sleep. She was trapped between two social rejects, but wasn't really complaining about that either. These 'freak' types, were usually the most fascinating, and one could hardly put 'Alyssa' and 'normal' in the same sentence; it was almost blasphemous.
"Are you actually talking from experience?" She would retort quickly, whilst carefully pinning back the skin and muscle she'd just successfully sliced open. Only when she was satisfied with her work, did challenging eyes under neatly arched brows, lift to the blonde next to her. She had that sultry look of victory, and in all honesty, she really did enjoy battles of wit over any other sport. She would make a mockery of him now, using the other boy as her back-up to deal her verbal punch.
"No, it can't be. You look like the clumsy type," her eyes shifted to the scarred boy, mocking laughter lightening her tone. "He doesn't need to be careful, he probably 'fucks up' as second nature. What do you think?" Then her eyes returned to the blonde, focus and challenging him to fight back. Her gaze didn't rest for too long though, as her focus lowered to his dissecting tray. To her surprise, he wasn't doing such a bad job of it. Though that also irritated her somewhat, a pang of jealousy threatening to overcome her, as his incissions were actually, quite skilled. This wasn't his first time cutting something open...she dreaded to think what he'd been practicing on. He actually had the audacity to yawn loudly though, disturbing the class who much to Alyssa's intrigue, began to gossip about what she deemed to be the class clown. It wasn't like they were very smart or weary about the volume of their voices. She hardly needed to strain her ears to make out what they were saying.
All the while though, she acted like she didn't care. Infact, she even offered the scalpel knife to the boy with the shaved head. "Would you like to try?" She would offer, blatent ignorance towards the blonde while she was actually now forming a better opinion of him. From what she could hear, several students in the classroom actually feared him. And this fear wasn't restricted to the room, but teachers had complained as well, apparently. So...she was sitting next to a bully. Interesting. It was wise to keep ones friends close, but ones enemies even closer. It was even wiser however, to keep the enemies of others, and the enemies of your enemies, even closer yet. Time to tackle a different approach.
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Post by Dirk on Mar 31, 2008 3:55:28 GMT 1
"The guy that can barely stay awake with a knife in his hand calling another a fuckup?"
Dirk would shrug slightly, his fingers flitting over the buckles on his arms as he watched the dissection continue. It was truely an intricate and interesting thing, but such things were little more than a distraction.
His attention would soon focus on one of his more recent brands a long zig zagging piece of ninety degree angles down the back of his hands and his ring finger. It was healing nicely, and would only be about another week of pain before it was just about done. For the moment though, it was causing abit of aggravation.
"Can't say I'd like to ruin such pretty incisions. I abit better with glowing hot things than with shiny sharp ones."
He would speak after being offered to continue the operation. A small grin of pride at his words. He enjoyed the sensation to no end and more than likely, abit too much.
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Post by Keith Richards on Mar 31, 2008 16:30:08 GMT 1
"I try to avoid learning by experience, it's a waste of time."
Keith, already done with the messy part, stood up from his seat and stepped behind the girl on his way by. Although he paused then, eying the male with a smirk. Yeah, that one was following along like he was on strings. He wondered if it was just because he agreed, or if the girl was nudging him into it. It didn't matter, the thought just bored him.
Keith took a step back, the inside of his left shoulder resting against the outside of hers just slightly, his head bent down enough to whisper into the girls ear. "Although, I have learned from experience that clumsy girls who talk too much don't finish their projects quickly," As he spoke he pushed the pad of his index finger up the back of her neck, leaving a trail of slime on her skin.
Enjoy.
There was a series of chuckles and giggles of those who could see what Keith had did. He didn't seem to pay much attention. All he did then was straighten his back and walk to the large sink at the front of the class. He was eyed by the teacher oddly but of course wouldn't let that stop him from washing his hands and flicking water at the teachers face before drying off his damp hands on his pants.
Do I want to pull out every organ for display or should I just go get an early lunch? Keith turned and leaned against the front of the teachers desk, arms crossed in front of his stomach, looking like he was making his mind up about something. Until there was a firm shove on his back and he stumbled one step forward, hopped on his front foot once to regain his balance, and then looked over his shoulder as he wished death on the teacher.
"Get back to your seat!"
Another series of hushed laughter stated, but this covered most of the class. Could Keith really let the teacher get away with that? Of course he could, if he broke the guys face into his desk just then it would be like slapping a target on his forehead. And the bastard wasn't worth it. Or was he? Do I want to take on a pillar just now? He considered it for a few long moments as the teacher began to shrink back from Keith's intense glare.
"P-please..?"
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Post by Alyssa on Mar 31, 2008 18:32:40 GMT 1
The exchange of mocking words was enjoyable for Alyssa, who had the glorious role of looking from one male to the next, like an observer at a tennis game. Though really, the competition seemed to be between herself and the blonde, at least the other boy was quick to add his opinion, which only made her laugh. The point of which, to manipulate him into thikning he was actually good at cracking a joke. The laugh was entirely fake, she'd mastered how to do so in a way that was so beleivable though. Sometimes she even surprised herself with these acting skills. To her disappointment however, the blonde seemed to be bored by his response, as it hardly gave her much to respond to, unless she wanted to nit-pick at him. That would be trying to hard though. So she let him think that he'd won this round, to instead pay attention to one who was now fiddling with his belt straps. Such a strange habit caused a brow to arch higher on her forehead, and she'd asked if he wanted to try with the dissecting, only to hear a rather chivalrous refusal. Not only that, but he seemed quit open about the fact he liked 'glowing hot things.'
This new distraction allowed Keith to move behind her, and she was too busy eyeing the fresh burn on Dirk's hand to realise the presence behind her. 'At least,' she thought, 'I know who the local self-harmer is.' Which meant he knew how to create some degree of pain, and that could come in use, one day. The distraction was short lived though, because it suddenly occured to her the space on her right was vacant, and guess-who was leaning against her slightly, from behind. Creepy freak. She felt his breath against her ear, adding to the creepiness with a slightly threatening know-it-all tone. Just as she was about to smirk at this stupid attempt to make her feel like the size of a pea, his dirty finger was on the back of her exposed neck, trailing something cold, and slimy-wet across her pale skin.
It took Alyssa a moment to realise what the blonde had done. Her brows frowning, confused and trying to figure out why his fingerpad would feel slimy against her skin. He'd of course, retreated to the sink by now, and feeling slightly paranoid in all her confusion, Alyssa finally reached a hand round to the back of her neck, to rub the substance away from her skin. When she brought her fingertips back into view, the sight of the greenish-black liquid remnants, triggered what would happen next. To put it plainly, she was not in the least impressed, and if this idiot wanted to play dirty, then he was messing with the wrong girl. So much for making an impression. No amount of medication could control the anger that had taken months to control under a vigorous gym training method. And it didn't take much to cause a twitch of this anger to resurface again. Smearing frog guts down her neck, passed that particular test, with an B-.
"Tough," she uttered through the heated aggrovation, and dropped the scalpel knife anyway. "Either fail or make yourself useful."
Not exactly the nicest way to talk to her 'partner by default' but she had other things to take care of. Namely, the blonde by the sink. The sound of her metal stool scratching against the tiled floor, caused several of the students to wince as the grating sound of metal pierced their ears. Alyssa was oblivous to this. She was too busy digging her hand into the tray that housed the frog Keith had sliced open. With no remorse whatsoever, she lifted the morsel, not caring about how it almost fell apart and leaked in her grasp. That was the point. Hiding the thing behind her back, she stepped over to the boy being harrassed by the teacher, eyes intent as she fought against her rage. There were two options, both as delightful as the next, and her mind was preoccupied with deciding which one to pick, as she stopped to stand opposite the blonde boy, hand still casually behind her back.
At first, it might've looked like she was going to lunge a punch at him. The speed in which her hand appeared, fist clenched and aimed at his face, might just give his instincts enough time to attempt to block what looked to be an attack. But it wasn't quite that easy. She merely raised her clenched to hover above his hair, and squeezed the frog...raining down gut-juice into his short hair. If that wasn't enough, she opened her palm afterwards, to let the object fall onto his head, and probably bounce off if he didn't keep still.
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Post by Dirk on Apr 2, 2008 4:30:30 GMT 1
Dirk would have a moment of confusion as the female that had been pleasant up to that point, suddenly took a rather agitated turn. The burned boy couldn't understand it for a few moments till she got up frog in hand and Dirk got a clue as to what happened. The first clue was the frog in his partner's hand, the second was the green and black tinted glistening slime that was still on the back of her neck.
Things were certainly getting interesting with the teacher about to get beat down, the girl going to get the frog innards all over the boy, and things likely to explode in the classroom. Dirk could only smile at the discord and chaos, his fingers soon wrapping themselves around the scalpel.
Dirk wasn't going to intervene, he didn't care much for either of the other two enough to do that. He would prepare himself to take part in some of the fun though if he got the chance, and the sharp blade would go a long ways towards that.
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Post by Keith Richards on Apr 2, 2008 19:27:08 GMT 1
OOC: Requested edit completed, made less gross. Yes, it was possible to be worse.
Keith was considering what exactly it was that he would do with the rest of his time in school. There was several things, of course. Frustrating the girl further. Maybe smacking the other guy in the back of the head a few times. The teacher was in front of him, looking increasingly agitated by the fact Keith seemed content to just stare him down while looking as though he were toying with the thought of murder. Until he felt something in his hair, a goo, bellow room temperature. Then he felt something bounce off his head and then heard the moist thud of the frogs corpse falling to the ground.
Slowly turning Keith titled his head forward, running his palm over his forehead and through the liquid and hanging guts. Hand once more dirty, a small twitch on the outside corner of his left eye invisibly showing the level of his annoyance. Then stepping forward he would hook his arm around the girls waist, keeping her from stepping back, while leaning down toward her to whisper. "So, you like it dirty?" The words would sound just as pushed his hand up her shirt, smearing the goo over her breast, and then down toward the hemline of her pants to smear it down there as well. "Bitch," he thought with a smirk.
"What do you think you're doing?" The teacher exclaimed in shock and fling an arm out to grab Keith by the bicep and tug him firmly toward the desk, a dull thud sounding at the impact, and effectively saving the girl from further exposure to Keith's wandering hand.. Keith's hip took the brunt of the pull and a pained grunt escaped him before he could bite it off. "You're both in serious trouble, you most of all young man." The teacher seemed to have grown a pair while he enjoyed the temporary high of saving the damsel in distress from the dark knight.
"Detention, both of you! We're going to have a serious talk--" The teachers voice was abruptly cut off as Keith turned and snapped at him. "You fat fuck, let go of me!" Keith grabbed the teacher by the face with his newly freed arm and shoved him backwards, hearing a satisfying thud as the back of the teachers head collided with the blackboard. The teacher slid down and there was a second thump when the teachers fat ass hit the floor. "D-detention!" The teacher gasped out through the daze that made his vision blur.
"This is what I get for coming to class, son of a bitch."
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Post by Alyssa on Apr 3, 2008 16:11:21 GMT 1
It was impossible to gauge the response of someone who'd just had frog guts squeezed into their hair. Alyssa knew this, but it wasn't like she'd planned to react in such a childish manner, to what had equally been a childish attempt to annoy her in the first pace. Two wrong may not make a right, but she did feel a sence of bratty satisfaction, as Keith slowly turned to face her, obviously aware that she'd squeezed something cold onto the top of his head. She was still smirking, her expression almost victoriously tempting him, as if she was say, 'now what you gonna do?'
The teacher to be in disbelief, as he stammered words that Alyssa didn't care to try to make sense out of. It was like a food fight gone entirely wrong, but she'd gained the limelight along with Keith, as the class all turned to observe the commotion. The blonde hadn't even bothered to lash out at her, just tilted his head as if to inspect what it was exactly, that she'd dropped there. She even started to chuckle, mocking the fact she'd gone one over on him. But the twitch of his eye surrounded by dark circles, was the only warning Alyssa would get. One moment she was laughing, the next she was shouting, as an arm far stronger and meatier than hers, firmy encircled her waist.
"Hey what do you th-" It was too late. Maybe it should me mentioned right now, just exactly what it was Alyssa had chosen to wear for the schoolday. Knowing it wouldn't be wise to wear a skirt to any science class, for the simple fact of having to sit on lab stools, and well, most her skirts were short anyway. So instead, she'd opted for a pair of tight standard blue-denim shorts; foldups above her knees. Underneath those however, were thin leggings, light grey except for the straight black line, running up the middle of the back of her legs. Highly fashionable in London, the leggings stopped at her calf muscles, showing a small amount of skin down to the ankle-boot denim and white converse. Her upper body was layered in two tops; the bottom layer being a lacy, creamy white strappy vest that looked more like something one would sleep in, while the top layer was a simple, off the shoulder, light grey t-shirt. The point of this was, that the top layer was shorter and lower neck, showing off the lace design of the bottom layer.
So, back to the reason why Alyssa was screaming at the blonde. He's quickly slid his hand up her tops, after accusing her of 'liking it dirty.' If only he knew, and he wouldn't, not in this lifetime. Not only was he smearing the same gooey slime she'd squeezed on his head, all the way up her navel to her breasts (though thankfully he covered more of her bra than anything), he also had the cheek to cop a free feel out of it too!
"Arsehole! Get off me you tard!" Naturally, Alyssa didn't just stand there and let him maul over her. Infact, the moment he'd stuck his hands up her top, her arms had lunged forwards. One hand pressed against his shoulder trying to force him backwards as she tried to step back too. While the other, the hand that she'd held the frog in, pressed against his face in further attempt to force him back, but also retaliate even more. What? He'd called her bitch, he deserved it. And besides that, couldn't men think of a better insult for women? Being referred to as a female dog, didn't exactly make her want to curl up in the nearest corner and cry. When his hand moved back down her stomach towards the waistline of her shorts though, she did start to panic a little. I mean, that was just grosse.
"Don't you dare!" Her struggling increased to a new high, as she stubbed her foot frantically against his shin. It had to hurt...that being a sensitive area on any body. She'd probably only manage two kicks though, since the teacher finally plucked up enough courage to physically stop Keith, rather than shout words that were being ignored. She was finally freed, and of course, took that time to roughly pull her shirt right over her midriff. Meanwhile her eyes observed, as the teacher quite violently shoved the blonde against a desk. That was...new. Alyssa inched back against the edge of the sink, not really wanting to get in the way of this brawl, especially since the blonde boy had already proven he had better upper arm strength.
"Detention!?" She exclaimed, just about ready to slap the damn teacher around herself. What the fuck!? In Alyssa's mind, she'd done nothing wrong! This was all his fault, the damn kid who was now snapping at the rotund teacher in her place. Eyes scowled at him; he was even going to compete against her, arguing with the damn teacher? That was her job!
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Okay, maybe not. Like a typical male who ate too much red meat, the matter was to be resolved in more violence. Never in her days at private schools, had Alyssa ever seen a student lash out at a teacher with such, aggression. On one had, it was quite frightening, but on the other...one corner of her mouth curved upwards slightly. The boy certainly demanded some respect from his elders, and apparently didn't care about the consequences of hitting a teacher. An action that, well in England at least, would get him suspended at the very least. Interesting. Her glare turned to Keith, calculating as she pondered to herself. The teacher seemed to intent on enforcing a detention, even after hitting his head pretty hard, on collision with the blackboard. The question was though, would the brute even go to detention? She doubted it, strongly. But at least, after the heated 'frog fight,' her anger had cooled off a little. Maybe she'd been wrong about this 'pawn,' maybe he actually deserved the title, of a 'rook.' He certainly had the temper and the 'i'm a brick wall' attitude about him. Was it really so wise afterall this, to throw away potential?
"Are you quite finished?"
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Post by Dirk on Apr 7, 2008 5:59:07 GMT 1
Dirk could only grin as things escalated, students now standing to watch the small fight and to get a view of the now fallen teacher. It took nearly all he could muster to not burst out in a fit of laughter as the fat man weakly squeaked out the word Detention one more time. Things were going all together too well, and now it was time to start having abit more fun.
As the rest of the student body began rushing to the front, Dirk would quickly jaunt up as well. He would actually move quite quickly to the blackboard and help the science teacher up. The mischievous grin on his face as he even spoke afew words of encouragement to the teacher. Maybe it would be enough for the fat fool to try abit harder!
"C'mon now, you can take him! You've got atleast eighty pounds on that twiggy little punk. Show him you're the boss in this room."
Dirk would then even give the teacher a small push in Keith's direction to start him off. A small grin on his face as he jingled his small prize. What people probably missed was the fact Dirk had used the scalpel he had procured to slice off a certain belt loop. The belt loop the teacher attached the keys to the chemical cabinets to.
Now it was only a matter of pushing past the small crowd and to the cabinets while a majority of the class had their attention focused elsewhere. He'd gather afew things for himself before muttering quietly to himself.
"Now lets see, I just need a good acid and good base...."
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Post by Keith Richards on Apr 7, 2008 18:22:53 GMT 1
The girl had asked him if he was finished once the teacher was down. "Who knows." Keith turned and eyed her, easily noticing the fact she had a slightly smug look about her. It annoyed him, but it was better than her picking up the frog again and doing something annoying. Or was it? The urge to smack her in the side of the head was momentarily forgotten as the teacher once more stomping toward him.
His attention turned to what looked like an off balance blob of fat stumbling toward him. Keith, of course, had no intention of letting the teacher get away with something that simplistic and stupid looking. Turning away from the teacher Keith's right foot was pushed across the floor, tripping the teacher, and while falling he also struck the teacher with the outside edge of his left hand directly to the base of the neck.
The teacher plowed headlong into several students and during the chaos of shoving and laughing Keith walked to the sink where the girl had taken refuge. Not knowing if she had cleaned herself up during the little scuffle or not he stepped up to the sink and shouldered her out of the way. It was then as simple as sticking his head under the faucet and letting water wash over his head, having spun both hot and cold to full so it really blasted everything out of his hair.
Keith pulled out from the stream of water only a couple seconds later and shook his head left to right, spraying water around him, stopped to brushed his palm through his hair. Finding that it felt clean enough he sighed and let the nuke warm water drip from his hair and off his shoulders. Turning his brown eyes to the girl again he decided to grin at her. He copped a feel and was one up on her, she was fun to mess with when the class was getting boring. Taking a different light on the girl he decided a headbutt to the face wasn't appropriate.
Which left him only feeling his momentarily forgotten hunger. "I'm going to get a pizza, come on." Keith cocked his head to motion over his shoulder, to the door, with that same multipurpose grin before he would turn and walk out of the classroom. Leaving chaos in his wake was nothing new. So while he was alert for people wanting to continue the game he also didn't much care to continue it himself. The fun had already worn out and was replaced by his desire for pepperoni.
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Post by Alyssa on Apr 7, 2008 21:06:58 GMT 1
Despite the blonde boy's rather cocky answer, the smugly grinning Alyssa turned her attention back to the teacher, who mcuh to her surprise, was being helped to stand by her default lab partner. An intrigued brow rose, while she loosely folded her arms under her bust, still leaning against the sink. The scarred youth was really the teacher's pet? Ah, or not. She could hardly contain her glee as, after giving the teacher a little encouraging shove, the boy held up the set of keys he's just stolen. Hmm...was it such a good idea to give gim the scalpel knife? Was it such a good idea for the teacher to let the class handle dangerous equipment more like. He needed a fricken bodyguard or something, and it seemed Alyssa wasn't the only person disgusted by the way this so-called grown-up dealt with the situation. To ridicule the poor man even further, despite whatever ego he had already deflated by the brawny teenager, Alyssa could only grin as he was tripped into the rest of the class gathered as spectators. Class over then?
Shaking her head at the sight, Alyssa'a eyes only lifted when the blonde boy turned to approach her. Naturally, she didn't budge for him, not that it mattered since he pretty much shoulder barged her out the way anyway. She clicked her tongue, staring and expecting something. He had a very...unpredictable personality, and it was that which was starting to intrigue her. She really couldn't make him out at all and so, that's why she watched him carefully. Rather comically, he pretty much just, stuck his head under the taps! Boys...and then he had the bloody audacity to shake his head like some mutt, splaying water from left to right. Alyssa blinked slowly, unimpressed. Actually she hadn't even washed her own hands yet, and the reason? Protection incase he tried anything again. But now the frog residue had dried and just felt sticky and grosse on her skin. So as his eyes turned to her along with a very cheeky grin, she casually looked away as if he was nothing to her, to instead stick her hands under the taps and wash them vigorously with soap. It was then that he popped the question.
"Excuse me?" Had she heard him right? No...he hadn't just invited her for pizza...had he? Though 'come on' was more of a command than an invitation. She shook her hands in the sink, reaching for a paper towel yet with eyes staring at him, in complete and utter disbelief. He'd smeared frog guts down her, beaten up a teacher, and now he was hungry? Words failed her, truelly. He'd already gestured to the door though, as if walking out of class like this was a usual occurance. Suddenly, Alyssa realised she shouldn't waste the opportunity here, just incase it didn't happen again. Besides, pizza with a total psycho was better than detention.
"Fine. But you're paying." Jackass. She still had frog goop down her front; buying her a pizza was the least he could do! So, she followed after him, grabbing her bag and flashing a grin to whoever in the class might look her way. This boy was already a bad influence; you could never get away with something like this in her British schools. Maybe it was time to learn the new rules, or lack of, and who better to learn from? Alyssa followed after him, having to walk a little faster to catch up with his larger strides. Only, the girls toilets were ahead, and she really didn't feel like eating knowing she still had frog remains down her shirt.
"Let a girl powder her nose first at least?" She asked from slightly behind him, having stopped outside the door with the standard pink stickwoman icon. He'd either wait for her or just go on ahead, so she didn't waste any time standing outside waiting for an answer. Pushing the door open to find a girl, possibly a freshman, smoking out the window, Alyssa simply moved to the wall mirrors. There she lifted up her layered t-shirts, and wet a paper towel to wipe the guts off her skin. Grosse. Come to think of it, she wasn't even that hungry. Lunch had been what, and hour and a half ago? Maybe she'd just run up a huge bill just to spite him, and then refuse to eat anything. Just the thought made her laugh out loud to herself, causing the smoker to stare at her like she was some madwoman. Reaching into her bag to pop two of her ADD pills didn't exactly help with that image either. She simply glanced at the smoker, her expression screaming 'what!?'. All in all it probably took her a minute or just over, but was even that too long to keep the blonde brute waiting?
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Post by Keith Richards on Apr 9, 2008 0:16:51 GMT 1
"The hell I'm paying for you, I'll skip the bill and make you pay for all I care." He thought in response, but all the same she was following him. Although she went to grab her bag and he walked straight out of the class. she had to walk faster to catch up. The only thing that kept him from disappearing from sight was the fact she asked, oddly, to clean herself up. Knowing she had frog guts dried to her boob, as he had put it there, he decided he may as well wait.
Keith waited a almost half a minute before he got bored, patience was not one of his virtues. What would an impatient Keith do while waiting for a girl he had just met cleaned herself up in the girls bathroom? Tell her to hurry the hell up of course. As though he had been waiting for an hour Keith swung his foot into the door and stepped in, the girl he elected to buy him pizza and a girl smoking at the window.
The girl in the window almost fell out, and this kept her from yelling at him immediately. But the other girl's only excuse would be the grouchy look of an obviously temperamental teenager with tendencies of molestation and violence. "Hurry the hell up, if you haven't figured it out by now I am hungry." Keith would inform gruffly and then step out, slamming the door behind him. Not long after the girl would probably be following him, but he would already be heading down the hallway.
"What part of wanting pizza doesn't tell you I'm hungry? Damn..."
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Post by Alyssa on Apr 9, 2008 16:22:02 GMT 1
Typical. The caveman wanted to eat and therefore, nothing was going to stop him. Luckilly enough for Alyssa, Keith had intruded, or rather, kicked in the door to the girl's bathroom, after she'd already swung her head back to swallow her tablets dry. The only reason she took the damn things was because she knew from experimentation that, refusing to take them left her emotions and actions very uncontrollable. She was already sliding the plastic white tub back into her bag side pocket, but the loud bang turned her attention to the door, and the look of a clearly agitated brute of a boy. Yes boy, Alyssa would snigger to herself since there was no way this was a man. She was almost done anyway, though his order to 'hurry the hell up' didn't exactly make her want to rush outside or anything. Easy does it though. She'd have to play it 'cool' until she knew how to deal with him better. Hell she didn't even know his name yet. Instead, she'd take out her irritations on the smoker, who was settling herself back on the windowsill after almost falling out.
"Hey," Alyssa turned to face the girl side-on, examining her properly with a calculating stare under her heavy fringe. The gil returned the stare but, she was more timid. Dresses as what Alyssa could only describe as being 'gothic' she figured simply from the little information given on first impression that she girl was younger and a social reject, who smoked because she thought it was 'cool.' Give her a few months and no doubt she'd be self-harming too since, that seemed to be another popular 'cool' thing to do. "You got a light?"
Hesitantly, which annoyed Alyssa even further since, time was precious here, the girl reached into her pocket and presented a black lighter. How fitting. Smiling, Alyssa stepped over, and snatched the item. "Cheers. Let this be a lesson; smoking is bad for you." Hah, how ironic.
Flashing the girl a smug grin though, Alyssa finally sauntered out the bathroom with a restored confidence, only to see that the blonde caveboy was already heading down the hallway, muttering loudly to himself. He'd obviously heard the door open finally, or his timing was just perfect. Either way, in such a empty corridor thanks to the last thirty minutes of class, she didn't have to weave through crowds of students. Literally power-walking over to him, the exit from the science block just head, her fingers already fumbled around in her bag side pocket for her own cigarettes. What? She needed to freakin nicotine rush if she was going to deal with this, challenge.
"Didn't you eat at lunch?" She acted as though she almost cared, her digits lifting a slimline malboro light from the packet she'd smuggled over from England. Then she'd offer him one before sliding it back in the respective pocket if he did or didn't take one. "Or, actually no, don't tell me. Dissecting things generally makes you fancy a pizza." She'd hold the cigarette between two fingers, waiting to light up once they were out of the building thanks to silly smoke detectors.
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Post by Keith Richards on Apr 21, 2008 20:19:35 GMT 1
Keith actually spared a glance over his shoulder when the girl went about some little joke about his appetite. While he was glaring at her he noticed that she had been looking around in a bag, but of course he couldn't care less so he just looked forward and grunted. "Combination of the two," He muttered without bothering to say it over his shoulder, which would probably give his 'don't give shit' attitude further confirmation.
He would walk on in mostly silence until he raised his foot and planted it in the horizontal metal bar that opened the door loudly and walking down the stone steps. From behind him he was vaguely aware that someone, the girl for all he knew, using a lighter. Ignoring that, and the small chill that hit his skin when he realized he forgot his sweatshirt in his locker, Keith walked to the street and took a turn down the road.
A pizza shop had set up the previous year, wanting to get customers from the school that had previously been pretty quiet until the Varron students transfered in, and had taken a turn for the worse in appearance. Spray painted in several bright colors, declarations of love and war, and of course the occasional erect penis, were on the side walls. While the front had just not been washed down properly in a year as the owner figured he didn't need to bother any more.
But Keith knew that it was still the best pizza you could get anywhere near campus. No longer caring if the girl was behind him, even if he couldn't trick her into paying somehow he was still damn hungry, so he just pushed the door open. As the flimsy door swung in an annoying little bell declared his announcement, although it wasn't needed as he quickly shouted out his order.
"Hey, old bastard! Large pepperoni, and I'm grabbing a beer from the back." His order was quickly replied to with an amused voice that was gruff enough to belong to someone that could break Keith in half. "For fucks sake boy, get a Pepsi and sit your ass down like a good boy." Keith grumbled but relented, the old man never did fall for that one, but it would work eventually. There was a standing deal about getting beer two years early for getting a pizza twice a week and telling some of his previous years buddies that the place still had good food.
The inside of the store was in better shape, a little beat up but more than what you would expect from a hole-in-the-wall pizza joint. A side booth was occupied by a studying nerd, and one of the tables between the wall booths and the counter between the sitting area and the kitchen had a left over slice of pizza left on a pizza pan, the old man still couldn't get a waitress for his place. Keith checked to see if there was a tip left on the way by, but there wasn't, so he just sat down in the back booth and rested his shoulder against the wall.
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Post by Alyssa on Apr 21, 2008 22:24:48 GMT 1
Wow. So...exactly why was she following this ignorant, blonde caveman again? Alyssa had to remind herself of the options she'd had after her pizza companion/lab partner's blatent disregard for her attempt at smalltalk. Bastard. As if she enjoyed making smalltalk either, but what really pissed her off was the fact she was trying, and he wasn't. Great start. Why the hell did he ask for her company then? She reassured herself this would be worth her time though; she'd bloody make sure of it. Good thing she'd already started to light a cigarette though, which saved Keith from the backlashing of her ferociously witty tongue. Her energy would be wasted anyway, best save it for better uses. Right now for example, he was using his energy carelessly. The way he opened the main doors for example, with his foot of all limbs. She couldn't help but quirk an eyebrow. He reminded her of a song about a walking time bomb by one of her favourite bands, the urge to hum the tune replaced by another urge though.
Hence Alyssa lit up as soon as she was out the building, taking a long drag on the smoky treat as opposed to breathing in the outdoor air. The nicotine did it's job in calming her brat-like temper, meaning she fell into step alongside the blonde boy; her silence justified by the fact she was satisfying one of her addictions at least. She'd gathered he didn't smoke, since he didn't accept one of the cigs from the packet. So she actually politely made sure she didn't breathe the excess smoke in his way, by walking slightly behind him. Her jacket was in her bag but, she was used to the chilled air thanks to tempermental British weather. She was going to ask how far this place was, especially since she wasn't yet perfectly familiar with the neighbourhood and figured he'd probably leave her to find her own way back after filling his gut sufficiently. She got her answer though as she followed him round the corner, to what she'd describe as 'the bad end' of the general area. There were a few spots like these she'd noticed, and her mother would probably have a heartattack if she knew her daughter was wandering around such locations. But a sign read 'Alfie's Pizza' despite various crude graffiti along the walls of the small building. Was this a joke? She'd expected pizza hut or something...
Stopping to finish off her cig, Alyssa watched as the blonde strolled in, acting as though she no longer existed. Hardly the polite type, again she wondered why he'd asked her to join him there. Perhaps she'd have to skip the smalltalk crap and cut to the blunt approach? Indeed, she stood in the doorway, reaching the butt of the cig whilst casually observing how the caveboy acted with others. The owner of the pizza place in particular, as he referred to him as an old bastard. That caused her brow to raise; though the pair seemed to be on friendly enough terms, and apparently the 'old bastard' wasn't a walkover. Interesting. Her eyes examined the rest of the shop though, a slight look of pompous disgust, but it was hard to escape from her rich-girl roots at times. The place was a dump compared to her usual standards, but she mused with a light smirk how it suited the lifestyle of the caveboy just fine. Stepping further into the pizza shop, she ever so casually snuffed the cig out in an ashtray as she passed a table, and extra casually stood to observe the raised menu board. It was a blackboard and chalk, nothing fancy, but she was a fussy eater at times. Not exactly an obsessed calorie-counter or anything, but she wasn't a spice fan, especially after the horror of jalepeno peppers...
"I'll have, a small Hawaiian pizza and, a coke with ice please?" The old man, initially a little taken back by the manners of the brit girl, took down the order and returned her warm smile. He was probably more glad to be getting a new customer though. With her order made though, she strolled over to the back booth the blonde had settled down in, not that he particularly deserved her attention right now, but she'd let that slide. Her form sunk down with a graceful air of the prim and proper heiress; her back quite straight and her head level on her neck. Once her bag was removed from over her shoulder though, she sat back against the red cushion, momentarilly letting her eyes inspect the table for cleanliness, before they lifted up to the boy opposite her. Well, this was a little awkward. If all this was because he wanted her to do his homework then, well...she wouldn't be in the least impressed. But she'd keep an open mind, since he was playing the mysterious boisterous type quite well.
"It's Alyssa by the way, since you didn't bother to ask or introduce yourself." Now she clasped her hands on her lap, looking more relaxed than she should be in such an awkward situation. "So, can you remind me why you asked me here again? I guess it just, slipped my little mind. You're such the amazing conversationalist afterall."
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