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Post by Valencia Donahue on Nov 7, 2008 21:14:40 GMT 1
Valencia's discerning eyes took in everything she could receive... Which wasn't too much, in all honesty. Ah well. She'll take what she can get and this meeting alone gave the Vietnamese woman plenty of information to work with. As a perceptive individual, she unraveled her audience one way or another.
Judging by how Bix behaved around Pine and his physical reaction to her fondling, Bix may find herself in trouble some day. By doing that in plain sight, especially in front of Valencia, Bix was setting herself to be kidnapped, tortured, or worse by anyone who can put two and two together and want to hurt Pine. That's right. She wasn't just endangering herself, but also Pine. Blackmail. Valencia has been there. She learned that the position of girlfriend, or object of admiration, will forever be a weak one as long as someone wants to harm the person associated to her. Thus her inherent fear of getting close to people no matter how much she yearns for companionship: Someone will get hurt. One of these days, if someone hires Valencia to do harm to this young man, it'll pain her that she'll know how.
I guess that makes Bix indirectly useful. Directly, not so much. Nothing to give, nothing to earn.
Valencia wasn't able to notice Nicky texting because of her attention on Bix and Pine, but Ken the deaf-mute lost interest in Bix a long while ago while Valencia answered Pine's inquiry. The blond boy blinked his puppy-like green eyes in Nicky and John's general direction as they whispered amongst themselves about the Network. Volume was never an issue to this deaf-mute. The boy transcribed what he saw on a sheet of paper and as usual, kept to himself. Being the small freshman his is, he didn't need to stand out more than he already does.
“Very well then. I shall take it that we have a trade, Pine... Especially since I reserve the bulk of my detailed information for my clients and work partially on a need to know basis. I'll tell you what files I have when we meet in private, whenever that may be. Trust me, the longer I work there, the more doors open.”
...Literally.
At this point Valencia spun in her swivel chair as though it facilitated her thoughts. It appeared rude, but it was a subconscious indicator that she had no further questions or wares to hawk, save for those that ask or offer. Ken noticed this from the corner of his eye and slid off of his seat to hand his paper to her. She nodded to Ken as she read the paper. That's promising. If John has been making himself known on campus, Valencia will yet another connection to work with.
“In closing, I'm going to chill for the rest of this detention like it's just another day with my regulars. After today, I'm going to reserve these benefits just for Network members.”
...A nice way of saying “Bix, sorry to break it to ya, but you might be in for hell next time you come in here”. Valencia kicked the revolving chair away from the desk and pushed herself towards Malcolm in the back (who's playing a game on Newgrounds involving a crow being tossed into hell).
“If you have anything immediate to say to me in private, just let me know or let my buddies know and I'll talk to you in one of the soundproof study rooms the back. Malcolm, let me know if that guy is still alive. I'd like it if he's still breathing and if he's willing to do another job with me.”
((OOC: It's pretty self-explanatory~ If you want something said in the same time frame-ish as this thread instead of waiting for the future, so to speak, we can split the thread into the private meetings. Otherwise, this detention is pretty much back to open-freedom-ville to interact amongst yourselves~))
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Post by Nicky Lee Young on Nov 9, 2008 9:45:49 GMT 1
(I'm assuming it's my turn? Thought we'd keep going with the new "order" but Bix hasn't answered yet so I'll just go ahead.)
'Aw, but sharing is caring.' Nicky thought with a small smile on her face as Pine made it clear that his info was for Valencia only.
John seemed amused by the choice of words Nicky used. Which was dandy with her, since it was nice to not be the only one laughing once in a while. 'I don't remember telling him my name, though.' Shrugging that off, she'd grimace instead at his choice of words. She figured he was just making fun of her, and after a moment of thought, she managed an awkward grin. "I think I could afford to open more cages."
If there was another meaning to "freeing more mice", Nicky hadn't really gotten it. Mostly because she never really bothered with deeper meanings. And she was also a bit slow at times. Regardless, if she had missed the point, so long as John didn't point it out, she wouldn't need to feel embarassed. "And you? I don't think I caught your name in all the time we've been here. You're so quiet."
She'd let John answer, listening to Valencia close the discussion and move to the back. Nicky would give a series of blinks before wondering out loud. "So, easy as that then? We say we're in and we just are? No initiation, nothing?" She'd lean forward then, slipping her arms to the edge of the desk and swinging her legs to burn off some energy. She wasn't going to complain if that's how easy it was. She'd rather just say "Okie doke" and be done then have to face some kind of trial. Like running across fire and brimstone, barefeet.
'I wonder what I could offer, then.' she'd continue more softly, not realising she was talking mostly to herself. All she could think of is how she could literally manage to be at 5 different places at one time. Just slap on some nice wigs on each of her siblings and voila. While there'd be minor height differences for her brothers, and bust differences for her sisters, she was sure no one would be able to notice THAT quickly. Unless they like to observe every detail of a person, which sent a shiver down her spine. Don't got there, mind, don't go there. She managed to stop the train of thought with "Nicky's got an adam's apple?".
On the other hand, she was new and knew very little people. That means she didn't have a familiar face and with that came the benefit of people most likely paying no mind to her.
She began to think about what knowing the School Captain would offer, until she realized something. She hadn't seen Handsome at school in a bit. Where had he gone? That was the problem with not knowing anything that was going on in the school. Things like Tyler's transfer to Paragon hadn't reached her. At least, she didn't know yet. The chances of her finding out were huge,whether it be through her Gossip-y sister, people chattering in the hall, or asking Tyler himself at the next, "Learn to kick arse before running like a pansy" session.
She suddenly felt uncomfortable though. She'd twist around, catching a glimpse of most of the library as she twisted to the left, then the right as though she were stretching. She'd even caught a second of Bix and Pine, but not registering much from that 'cept that they were there. Then, after a sort of shrug, she'd let her eyes fall back on John. Probably ready to answer, or if there was nothing to answer, ready to say something, ANYTHING, to distract herself.
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Vinchento Watches You.
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Post by Bix on Nov 12, 2008 17:09:44 GMT 1
Touch Interest He seemed not to mind. As she played with his hand. Reading the lines. Seeing the callouses. Reading his past and future. Her eyes intent on his palm. It was more. Than attraction that had her. With her hand on his. There was curiosity about him. And the fact that he let her. Seemed that he did not mind. Or perhaps he knew not what she did. But that would come in time. She need not tell him. It would not come to anything. She was strange. Surely he had other prospects. Bix was not one to get close. She wished for all to remain away from her. No need to get close. No need to put herself out there. To harm herself. His hand shut. Like a fly trap. Upon her own. Making her sapphire eyes move. Shooting up to catch his own. His hand was warm. And there it held her own. Her skin so pale. And yet soft. While she was a witch, her sacrifice of blood. Came from wrists and the same cut. She did not wish to marr her skin consistantly. She was not a cutter. But blood was necessary at times. Her hand. Clasped his back as he spoke. Her eyes shifted to the woman. The blond. Barbie. Whatever. Valencia spoke. apparently deciding that Bix was of no use. A chuckle escaped the girl. That was fine. She underestimated the witch. Merely because she spoke not? Such a stupid thing to over look. For was it not. Often said. It was the quiet ones you had to look out for. But it was fine. Bix was often underestimated. Most did not belive she could be of worth. But. She knew otherwise. Bix was strong. Not only that. She had many other qualities that people overlooked. However. It was Blondie's fault for misinterpretting Bix. Her misinterest in her speech. Was feigned. Oh Bix had listened. Learned much. All stored away in her mind. For future use. Or perhaps not. It all depended. Pine was chosen. Perhaps the others. Pine would be useful apparently. That was fine. Bix was ready for greater things. And they would come. They would always come. Pine opened his hand. Bix's attention taken again. On her skin against his own. She ran her fingers over his palm reading it again. Again and again. To make sure she missed nothing. His hand was soft. But hard on the palm. A fighter she knew he was. Merely only confirmed with his hand. As the woman finished. Speaking that only network members. Would recieve benefits. She looked up at the woman. And then. Back down. If that was how she worked. Then fine. Bix would skip. What would they do? Beat her? That was fine. Her eyes moved to Pine and then. Back down to their hands. Her hand pulled back then. Missing the warmth immediatly. But the reading was done. His hand had told her. A great deal. Doodling again she began. The ball was in his court.
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Post by John Smith on Nov 13, 2008 15:19:04 GMT 1
I let the pencil I had been playing with fall from my hand. It made some noise as it made contact to the hard wooden table, but in my current state of mind I didn’t really notice it. Pine had surprised me. Managed to make me quite curious and almost made me laugh out loud. Who barges into a room and proclaims knowledge about someone, but will only talk about it in private? I picked up the pencil again while wondering exactly what he knew. Did he know anything that could lead them to me and my real identity? No. That was impossible. All evidence pointed to the fact that I was dead and no one would ever suspect otherwise. Ever!
Right?
I looked at Nicky, for a second I struggled to remember what she had said. I mentally backtracked and I gave her a small smile, ah of course, manners.
”Ah, sorry, where are my manners. I am John Smith.” And as I extended my right hand I added a simple ”A pleasure, despite circumstances, to meet you.” If the girl had been looking at my hands while this happened, another ”trick” had made the pencil disappear again. If my amnesia had done anything good, it was all of these tricks I had learned in the mean time. The delicate control of my hands should be useful at some point in time. I turned my attention back at Valencia. It appeared I was now a part of the network. That had been a lot easier than I had thought.
But how do you find other members? But if it is information they trade, then I might have an idea…
I would have to think more about that idea before I tried talking to the blonde girl. Wouldbe stupid to show up with an idea that could be shot down instantly. It seemed like Nicky didn’t have anything to say either. Perhaps she was unsure of an idea, like me, or perhaps she just didn’t have any ideas at the time. There happened a lot of things i should take a notice of, for future abuse. The hands that were wrestling on the table with Bix and Pine. The sudden twists and turns of Nicky on my right side diverted my attention from the two hands and I looked at her with a raised eyebrow and surprise painted on my face. When she looked at me, I still had this look of surprise on my face.
”Are you quite alright?”
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Post by pinefresh on Nov 19, 2008 16:19:38 GMT 1
(OOC: I'm so sorry, I forgot to post here.)
Pine nodded at Valencia as she acknowledged they had a trade of information. A small smirk appeared on his face as he knew what the next course of action was to be.
His agenda held two items when it came to Valencia:
1) Trade base information for base information.
2) Let her know who he was working for and what would happen if she played games with him.
The order in which this would happen depended on her. Actually, that was a lie, Pine didn't really care. He knew she was watching Bix play with his hand as he knew the others were. Depending on how they viewed this could turn out badly for the blue haired girl. She was not his girlfriend (OOC: not in this thread anyways) but as a friend it was his job to protect her. That is why he would very harshly lay out ground rules and what would happen if Valencia messed with them.
According to Ein, Genaht existed in both schools at which Valencia worked. That meant that any member of the group could be singled out and hurt over this. He needed to make it clear that any action against any Genaht member would be considered a hostile act and that she would be taken care of with extreme prejudice. He would do it to protect not only himself but his men and their friends/families. As part of the network he would now be able to find out who ordered what and be able to punish the offender. His work was about to become not only easier but more perilous at the same time. Information ran both ways, to friends and foe a like. this meant that whomever he hit would know he did it. That meant any hit he made would have to be vicious and violent without much thought for restraint.
~This is going to be fun~
Bix was still playing with his hand and Pine was beginning to get annoyed. Not that he minded the affection but now was not the place or the time for it. He would be sure to outline ground rules for her actions around him at school at a later time. He needed to make sure all his female friends were protected from backlash directed at him. If she proved to have a useful mind he could incorparate her into the gang and his problem would be completely solved. First Pine needed to make sure he could raise the gang back from the dead and purge the school of those that did not deserve power.
When Valencia mentioned private booths to talk he almost laughed. Pine knew an invitation when he heard one. It was time for him to leave detention. Grabbing his backpack Pine got up and began walking to the door. He didn't even look in Bix's direction to attempt a goodbye at this point. Nor would he acknowledge one if she said anything. He turned to Valencia when he reached the door and spoke.
"Private room you say? Well then tell me where and I'll be waiting." With that he walked out the door and out of detention.
[glow=red,2,300][EXIT PINE][/glow]
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Post by Nicky Lee Young on Nov 20, 2008 3:57:31 GMT 1
Nicky immediately stopped her fidgeting when John's words pierced through her rapids of questions in her mind. She looked at him as though he'd popped a balloon in her ear, not shocked but more confused and surprised. "Me? I'm..." she trailed off a second, before realising what she probably looked like to him. She'd grin with a bit of exaggeration, making her nose crinkle. Why did she always have to be so...spazzy? She was so shifty, clutsy and hyped up on energy all the time. As though her blood was made of sugar. Or as though she'd downed three energy drinks. Which she hadn't for once.
"Ah, yeah! I'm...fine. Just wondering about someone." she admitted, shrugging her shoulders as she folded her arms before her. "It's just that he hasn't...been around a while. Anyway, I'm probably just exaggerating my suspicions, he's probably just sick or something."
She couldn't help but let her imagination run wild though. After the fun she had comparing him to a superhero, the whole villain thing was playing in her mind. Surely if something happened, she would have heard about it? No. What was she talking about, she never knew anything. Perhaps it was time to get out from under her rock.
She was about to adress him until his name really sunk in. 'Wait...his name is John Smith?'
"John Smith..." she murmured to herself, looking at him with a bit of amusement. "Your name is so...normal. Like, a generic English name you'd find in some English workbook." she'd giggle softly under her breath. The biggest thing she could think about was Disney's Pocahontas. She chose not to mention that out loud though. They got along fine at this point, but Nicky doubted she was close enough to him to start making fun of him without perhaps getting him mad at her. She was probably just being overly cautious, but she didn't want to make him angry.
She'd pay little mind to Pine leaving detention, noting he was gone at least, but not raising any questions about it. Instead, she'd go back to what she wanted to bring up to John before his name side-tracked her. "Tell me, you're most likely better in the know than I am. Have you seen the Captain around?" Nicky had meant Kyukaku of course, but seeing as he was gone, School Captain would probably mean someone else now. Either John would understand who Nicky Lee was really talking about, or she'd get info on some other guy. Unless he didn't know much more than she, in which case she'd be disappointed.
She'd let her eyes trail over curiously to Bix, somehow feeling bad that she was sitting all alone now. She thought about calling her over to them, should she want some company. However, Nicky wasn't sure how to go about it. She was reluctant to just say, 'Hey, come and join us if you want'. Mostly because Bix seemed a bit...off. Not her appearance, just...her. Nicky Lee almost pictured Bix hissing at her if she spoke to her. Although, she wasn't sure where that thought had spawned from. Surely the blue-haired girl couldn't be that...uh...ridiculous. Nicky finally settled with 'if she looks over, give her a curious look and flick your head in an silent invitation.' Worst that could happen was rejection...probably.
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Post by John Smith on Dec 4, 2008 1:31:03 GMT 1
[OOC: I think we've given Bix enough time...]
Okey… She’s weird. What can I use that for…?
I asked myself that question when she grinned exagerated. I had a hard time explaining that in my head so I just decided not to try. Then she began talking and well, it was still strange, and hard for me to understand. I would look away for a couple of seconds. Once again trying to figure out what Pine knew. I pushed the thoughts aside and turned back to the possible femme fatale. Then she began on my name. The two most ordinary names put together. I ought to stop telling people my last name and just go by John. Though her explanation made me raise my eyebrow.
”Yeah, english workbook is not the best comparison you can find, is it?” I paused for a couple of seconds. ”Couldn’t you compare me to that guy from Pocahontas, you know, the tall and handsome hero.” I would raise my chin up high and get a visionary glimt in my eyes. If this was a movie, there would probably be a spotlight on me and my hair would be blowing with the wind and I would have a blinding colgate smile. But this was no movie.
Her question about the captain caught me off guard. I thought the rumor had reached everyone by now, but perhaps this was the last person to know the truth about the captain? I could also lie and make him seem worse than he really was. If she knew the captain - wait, why did I still refer to him as captain? He lost that title when he was forcefully, according to rumor, transferred. I looked away from the girl and found a way to say this, because she seemed rather fond of the guy. I did not know why anyone could ever feel that way about Kyukaku. Perhaps it was because I loathed the guy.
”If you mean Kyukaku, he was transferred to Paragon some time ago. And according to rumor, there is a bounty on his head. 10.000 for the guy who criples him permanently…”
Perhaps that wasn’t what she wanted to hear. But I wasn’t a nice guy. Seeing her reaction would probably make my day.
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Post by Nicky Lee Young on Dec 4, 2008 3:52:11 GMT 1
The Pocahontas reference she had forced herself to keep in her thoughts was soon spilled from the mouth of the other. Her eyes would widen briefly, almost just a flicker. How did? Coincidence? Maybe she wasn't the first one to think it? She was trying to be nice with the workbook stuff and now...it's like she never kept her thoughts at all!
'Mind reader!! MIND READER!!!!'
The pose he made barely registered as she was awfully weirded out. Her following question seemed to bother him. Or at least, she assumed it did because he looked away. Nicky'd remain silent as he went silent, not sure if he was thinking or just lost all interest in talking to her. However, she wouldn't let her eyes fall from him. Perhaps her eyes stabbing at him as she stared would irritate him into just telling her what she wanted?
Whatever took him so long, and whatever made him decide to speak up again, Nicky would get her answer. Unfortunately, the details hadn't been pleasant. She was beginning to wish she was right about him being sick. "You're not serious..." she squeaked softly, feeling a strange lump in her throat. The transfer was a punch to the face enough, though she could deal with it eventually. Probably. But the bounty thing....she wasn't sure what to think of it. She was rather still now, and she could hear her heart thumping in her chest. She would have probably laugh and swear this couldn't be true if it didn't fit so perfectly. What Tyler had told her that day she'd encountered the bullies seemed far more real now.
Her foot was wiggling quickly, it was her way of dealing with stress. Her face seemed spooked too. While she was feeling much concern and worry, her face showed something different. That look you get when you find out someone close to you died. It was just a shocked and terrified look.
While it took a moment, Nicky Lee came to. She'd turn towards John, pressing her lips into a thin line for a moment before shaking her head in denial. "Why is he there?" she almost shouted. "Paragon is for psycho, troubled freaks, isn't it? Handso-...Kyukaku" oh. She'd managed to say it for once. "..is a good guy, isn't he? The school Captain! Or like...was. Whatever! This fuckin' doesn't make sense! Qu'est-ce 'eque qui fais la!?"
What was she protesting to John for?
She tried to think it through. From what she'd seen. He'd saved her that time, so he was doing his Captain-y duties, at least. He didn't look like he'd snap to psycho mode, but then again you never knew. Still, she wouldn't expect it from the guy. If he would, that snowball to the head would have meant a kick to the face or something. He'd been patient enough to start teaching her the art of butt-kick. Knowing herself, Nicky'd probably kill someone if she had a student like herself. So points to him. So what happened?
Perhaps she knew now what she'd use the Network for. Of course, she'd need to hunt her sensei down first and attack him with questions. Assuming he wasn't hospitalized by that time. Just the thought made her shiver. She hated when her friends were in trouble. She wasn't sure what Kyu saw her as at this point, whether she was now his friend or just a student, but she figured she had the right to worry over her teacher too.
"Thanks John." she said lowly. "That was about all I needed to hear. That was...helpful."
Her mood was ruined.
"Anything I can help you with in return?" she'd mumble. That's how the Network, worked, right? Scratch my back, I scratch yours? Bah, she'd figure out those details soon enough.
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Post by John Smith on Dec 9, 2008 3:56:55 GMT 1
I considered myself to be fairly good at judging what people felt by their facial expression. Perhaps this was not true. Perhaps I was as blind as a bat when it came to judging people. However, I could be blind and sitting in a different room altogether and I could still not miss what Nicky felt. It was like going through the list of emotions after you're told you have a fatal disease. I found it hilarious to watch. So hilarious that my pokerface was having mild curves at the corners of the mouth. I bit down to make that smile disappear. As a coincidence, this fit perfectly with her getting angry. I moved a bit back, to get some more room between her and me. Angry girls are impossible to predict. Giving them room often seemed like the best choice of action. Finally, she reached the last emotion and that was acceptance. I would reach out and pat her on the shoulder while speaking a few words of comfort.
"You know, he was our captain for a reason, not because he is handso- but because he is a good fighter. He will be able to keep those bounty hunters away until he gets transferred back."
I would withdraw my arm. I knew I would challenge the former captain for a fight one of these days. I could probably think of a good reason to do this, but I had to test my skills before the battle between the schools. I had not been in a proper fight for ages. I could use a good workout.
"Anything?" I would grin embarrassed. "Uhm... A date?" I would laugh a little nervously. "I know some food or a good movie could cheer you up." I would still grin a little. I wouldn't take it too badly if she declined. She was in some emotional distress because of her captain being shipped to a different school. Emotions I could not explain. Emotions that would forever feel foreign to me.
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Post by Nicky Lee Young on Dec 11, 2008 7:23:29 GMT 1
John had made fun of her again. This time, pointing out how he'd caught her slip-up with the word handsome. She'd squint her eyes and pucker her lips, making one of those weird faces she seemed to make. After giving him a weird version of a glare, she'd point an accusing finger at him and lift her chin up as though she were punishing him. "Hey. That's an inside joke, don't get the wrong idea, Mr. Smith." She'd lower her head then, looking up at him through her bangs and then nodding. Point made. Sorta.
Even if she was feeling rather bleh, Nicky Lee figured she'd have to try and keep positive. Something she read about positivity attracting positivity, so, if she was negative, the likeliness of the bad thing she didn't want happening...happening, would be negatively more likely! So bring on the fake sunshine!
"Anything?"
Crap. She didn't like the sound of that. But technically, she didn't mean she WOULD do anything in return, more like, she was just asking. No promises. Yeah, that's what she meant. Before she could start correcting John, and at the same time, herself, he'd continued. Luckily, it wasn't as bad as she had expected, only now she was taken a bit off guard. Her left brow would raise, her eyes would blink a million times and lastly, her head would do a bit of a jolt back. Kind of like someone who was hit in the face by a basketball but not nearly as painful. The part about it being to cheer her up sort of made her sigh in relief mentally.
Weird. She'd never actually been on a date before. Fortunately, she knew dates were just dates. It wasn't like accepting a proposal or anything, so if the date went badly it was just a simple Sayonara and boom. Done. On the other hand, even if it went well it didn't mean anything. Nicky Lee wouldn't be forced to make out with him at the front door or anything. Okay, she was done convincing herself it was harmless, time to accept.
"Uhh...I wasn't expecting that." she said sheepishly, giving an awkward grin. This would probably be where she'd turn red from embarassment if Nicky had the ability to blush. Which weirdly enough, she wasn't sure she did. Her cheeks would feel warm but she'd stay her usual pale. 'Think the only time I turn red is when I'm dying of laughter...'
"Heh, well, I guess that'd be alright. But, NO funny business, you understand? This is for cheering up, not feeling up! In fact, I hardly consider it a date. You can if you want, by the way. And ummm...well. When?" After a short list of conditions and rules, Nicky finally got to what she had been meaning to ask. Not her fault she was taking precautions. This whole week had been filled with freak outs of sorts. She'd need to lay down the ground rules, especially with someone she'd just met. Who knew, nice as he may seem, John could be a psycho! Some kind of psycho rapist, torturer guy who's kidnapped and possibly murdered girls before!
'Okay, crazy girl. This is hardly the time to freak yourself out. If this guy were like that, he'd probably be in hiding. Or in jail. Right? Of course. No way he'd have done all of that. I mean, how old is he, anyway? Haha, serial killer-type-thing Highschooler. Yeah, yeah.'
((Oh the irony))
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Post by John Smith on Dec 22, 2008 7:24:31 GMT 1
[OOC: Sorry, I got attacked by a big mean 20 pages report to write.]
[IC]
The time between the girl you had asked out and the the she answered could by some be called the most antagonizing moments in any mans life. A highway crash of epic proportions happened in the minds of those who had little spine, they began to doubt themselves and most of all they wanted to crawl into a hole and die. I was much different from those people. I was not in this with either my heart or my soul (If I had one, did I? Good question really), for me, Nicky Lee was a cute girl who had been quite nice. In the middle ages they started political marriages to get more power. I started friendships just to know what they knew and just to exploit the fruit of their labors. The Blonde girl entered my mind. Her way of taking control of this place simply by entering and speaking her case. I knew that kind of girl would be hard to ensnare and I simply didn’t have the time nor the energy to get started on a big case now.
But the girl I was looking at appeared to be quite surprised by my offer. If I was not exerting so much control over my face at the moment, then I would have chuckled. Chuckled at her comical expression. I had already teased the poor girl enough. Any more and she would probably get offended – or not take me seriously. But her response made me smile. The whole cheering not feeling up thing.
”Well, how about tonight around 6?”
The first obstacle was often getting the girl to say yes, the second was to find an approbiate time for the date. I already had a good idea for what we could do. And plus, this timing would make it natural to grab something to eat afterwards. I would just have to find something charming but not too expensive. I was no longer the king of the underground, so my income right now was based on what I could get out of my parents.
Reminds me, I’ll have to see if I can borrow their car tonight… Would make things easier…
”Oh, and if you would give me your number, then things would be much easier.”
I would reach into my pocket, in the jacket, and grab the cellphone out and hold it out for Nicky to grab. There were no teachers here to bust us for using our cellphones.
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Post by Nicky Lee Young on Jan 8, 2009 2:56:22 GMT 1
Nicky would think it over, as though she was seeing if she had anything to do at 6. This was all an act, as she never had anything to do, but, might as well act as though you've got a busy schedule. According to her sister, it was supposed to make her seem important and apparently that's attractive or something. Nicky didn't know, so, she assumed Noey knew what she was talking about. After a short 'hmmm', Nicky would nod nonchalantly then shrug. "Yeah, okay. 6 sounds good ta me."
'Good. I didn't sound too excited. I was très cool. Hah. This isn't too hard. I may be able to keep my idiot from showing tonight. Booyah~!'
At mention of needing her number Nicky would be quick to hop off the desk and crouch down behind it to pick up her purse. She hadn't really been paying attention, so, she'd missed that John had held his phone out for her.
"Ah yes, number, right." Nicky'd ramble to herself, flipping an imaginary coin in order to decide wether she'd give her cell number or her house number. Deciding that she'd prefer that her brothers DON'T answer the phone for her, she picked cellphone. Now, where had she put that piece of paper she'd doodled on in math? Ah. There is was. Nicky Lee Young would proceed to rip a piece of the paper, accidently getting a doodle on the corner (which looked like pacman with blood on it's lips and huge spikey teeth. Mostly because that's what it was) and then write her number. She'd re-appear from her crouch behind the desk and slide the piece of paper toward John.
"I promise that's really my number" she'd grin before moving her eyes towards the clock. Detention was over, and it hadn't felt like it had been as long as it really was. This school did have some perks. Now, if only her teachers were more like half-blondie here, perhaps her school days would be less stressful. Nothing like worrying you'll get a slap to the face for forgetting your homework, right?
Swinging her purse onto her shoulder she'd give John a quick wave. "See ya tonight then~!"
Almost immediately after her salute, she'd run out through the door and into the hall at high speed. For some reason, she wanted to get as far away from the Library as she could.
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