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Post by Valencia Donahue on Feb 21, 2007 6:40:01 GMT 1
“I didn’t do it.”
And if I did, I wouldn’t have got caught.
As far as Valencia was concerned, she just wanted the period to end so she can get up and about, but what happened instead was that she had to get up for another reason. It was a pop quiz based off of the previous night’s homework on dreary, slow day. The seating arrangement placed the Asian in the back since it was alphabetized by the students’ first name. With that in mind and the pop quiz in mind, when she had to pass her sheet forward to the classmate in front of her… It would take quite a few classmates until the sheet completed its journey across the room. One of those few classmates took advantage of this and messed with the sheets, leading to the scenario we have here. Valencia was framed for cheating.
“I’m willing to accept punishment if I indeed cheated and got caught, but I will not let myself be harmed based on faulty evidence.”
It wasn’t a matter of answers being copied, but of names being erased off of some sheets and switched around so Valencia’s answers were someone else’s and someone else’s answers were Valencia’s. The room was quiet, especially in the row where Valencia was seated. She stood there adamantly in front of the older man, unmoving as her slate gray eyes fixed themselves onto the teacher… And the teacher was nigh close to wanting to hit her for talking back to him. This was creating a scene.
“I already told you, my handwriting is unique enough for anyone to discern and really difficult to duplicate. I’m left-handed, so some parts of my name should be smudged if I wrote it--”
…And that was the last straw. The teacher just wanted Valencia to shut up. A sharp punch was headed her way, but she expected it since the beginning and kept her eyes one him throughout. She saw his shoulder shift in the so of way to suggest that an attack was going to be made and quickly bolted back a few steps to avoid the blow. She didn’t want to fight back, but she didn’t wasn’t planning on laying down and dying either.
((OOC: Blah…))
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Post by lazy on Feb 21, 2007 18:17:47 GMT 1
Hey, I remember her....
Kai sat, or rather, crouched in the seat behind Valencia's, listening to the squabble between the teacher and the student. It was amusing, really. Her formal way of talking was annoying the teacher to the point where he'd use force to shut her up. Ah, this will be funny. He continued to stack little panda biscuits on top of another on his desk, making a tall, albeit flimsy tower. She dodged the initial attack and backed a few steps, passing Kai.
OMG, I'm in the middle.
Kai ducked as a low punch intended for the blonde went his way, as the teacher, apparently not caring who he was going to hit, went for her. Kai was fortunate. The cookies weren't. They scattered every which way, some of the students catching them in mid-air and eating them. Yeah, thanks.
With a small sigh, he picked up his English textbook and hurled it, spinning like a Frisbee at the teacher. It connected with the base of his neck with a sharp sback! He froze in mid-motion and crumpled to the floor. Kai looked perfectly innocent, eating out of the box, not even looking at the predicament.
"Andrew did it," he said between a mouthful of cookies, pointing to a boy across the room.
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Post by Valencia Donahue on Feb 22, 2007 6:11:50 GMT 1
Valencia made a face that plain-as-clear-day said, “Is the world TRYING to kill me!?” And she wasn’t just thinking about the teacher that could’ve nailed her. She was also thinking about the book that smacked into the man, which was probably going to provoke him even more. Sure, she somewhat appreciated the fact that someone at least had the guts to stand up for her (thought not directly)… However… A bit more “tact” wouldn’t have hurt. She froze in her tracks several feet away from the teacher, trying to ponder out what would be the next best thing to do. Here she was at the back of the room now, panda crackers were strewn about here and there, and an infuriated teacher was getting back onto his feet, wondering what the hell just happened. [TEACHER]: “He must’ve had… One @#%$-in’ hell of a good arm.” …And Valencia really, REALLY didn’t know what to say. Now poor ol’ Andrew was getting the blame for something he probably had no part in, but if this li’l occurrence didn’t happen, Valencia here would’ve been in a heap of more trouble. She didn’t know whether to stand up for Andrew and find out who really threw that book, or go along with it. Dilemma. But of course, fate had its own ways of going about things and Valencia didn’t have to think about a single thing. [TEACHER]: “You know what? Screw this. Whether she cheated or not, or who did what, I’m just going to punish you all. It’s only fair.” Ehh… Yes and no. Valencia understood that the concept was… “Fair”… But do you seriously think that she’s the sort to take this sort of thing after what just happened? On days where she wouldn’t care, she’d just take it. On days like these where she was restless and just wanted to get OUT… OUT was a window. Literally. As the instructor turned and headed to the front of the classroom to get whatever he was aiming to get, maybe a yardstick or something that induces pain, Valencia snatched up her stuff, slung the bag onto a shoulder, then made her way to the windows. She carefully began to open them as the sir up front was rummaging about. |
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Post by lazy on Feb 23, 2007 0:39:46 GMT 1
Fair? Just easy for you. Less grading.
But Kai stayed silent, not wanting to get in trouble. He could feel Andrew's eyes boring into his back as he feverishly ate his snacks, trying to look innocent, which he was doing a fantastic job of. I'm sorry Andrew. He caught movement near the windows and looked. The girl was opening them, with a bag over her shoulders, looking as though she might jump out. You're kidding me. She's gonna commit suicide because she's been accused of cheating?! He got up slowly, and slipped his shoes on, making his way over to her.
"We're on the third floor," Kai said as he approached, implying that if she attempted to escape, she'd get at the very least, a sprained ankle. "Are you planning to jump?"
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Post by Valencia Donahue on Feb 23, 2007 5:28:44 GMT 1
Valencia had a foot resting on the sill of the open window by the time Kai approached her. She sighed quietly and gritted her teeth as people turned to look at the two students near the windows. The sound of shuffles, creaking and squeaking of desks were enough to have the teacher look up and now the two were locked in the limelight. It was definitely more attention than Valencia ever wanted in a time like this, so like any actor placed on the spot, she did the next best thing. She adapted to the situation. Turning her head to face the other student, she coolly answered his question, resting a hand on his shoulder.
“No… I’m not going to jump. I’m going to use you as a hostage. See, if the person who cheated and the person who chucked the book earlier don’t get punished as they should, instead of the entire class as a whole, I’m going to throw you out this here window.”
Obviously, this definitely got everyone’s attention and Valencia figured that since it was too late to turn back, she might as well follow through with her shenanigans. You know, the same way Tom Sawyer and Huckleberry Finn went about being the shrewd Americans they were… Even if they were pretty much fictitious. The Vietnamese “blonde” took a firm hold of Kai and moved closer to the window, pulling him a smidge closer to herself and muttered audibly enough for only those within moderately close earshot to hear…
“Why, of course I’m going to jump. I know I can survive this fall, but I can’t guarantee the same for you unless you know what you’re doing.”
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Post by korin on Feb 23, 2007 7:42:06 GMT 1
Hands deep in pockets, and lips tightened into whistling format. Korin was lounging, strolling through the halls as if the worth was without worry. Truthfully he had just successfully broke into the file closet of the school, and urinated on the cabinet. Why? Because he had just trapped a teacher's arm in a file cabinet, and wanted him to watch his precious files go to waste. The best part was Korin locked the door, so it would be a while before the guy got out. Sure, Korin would get beaten for it... but at least it would be a well earned beating. With the day already looking good, Korin was surprised to hear a bit of a ruckus coming from a senior classroom. As he approached the door and looked in, he saw what seemed to be a hostage situation. Or at least that's what it seemed to be after the girl explained that it was a hostage situation. Either way, Korin could help but stand in the door way, gawking at the events happening.
'Window's on the other side of the classroom, angry teacher. A bunch of kids just as confused yet intrigued as I am. This doesn't look like a stoppable situation, nor one I can use to my advantage. I guess that means it's time to lea-'
"YOU!!!!"
Korin's thoughts were cut off, and just as he had began to step away from the doorway, he heard a shout echo through the hallway. The voice was familiar, and Korin flinched in reaction. As he slowly turned around to see the source of the yell, he felt more and more like he was going to get hit. There he was, the teacher who had just watched Korin piss on the school's files. Standing there with his suit torn apart, his hairy chest bared through shreds of white shirt. His face in a twisted expression of anger, with one shoe missing. Before Korin could question how getting his hand out of something made it so he lost a shoe, the teacher came bolting in his direction.
'Choice one, bolt through the senior hallway that leads god knows where. Choice two, go into the classroom and hope to get out the window...'
The teacher chose for him. As the hands shot out and went to wrap around Korin, he through his body forward into the classroom, landing on the floor. As the teacher charged after him Korin scrambled to his feet, leaping over three rows of desks before landing on the top of one, which gave out from the sudden weight and hit the floor in three pieces.
"FUCKING BRAT!"
Korin scrambled to his feet again, flying through the rows until he turned himself around and slammed his back into the wall as a brake. He ended up right beside the two at the window, who most likely were as confused as the class teacher, who was currently arguing with the one who had chased Korin.
Turning to the two, Korin talked quickly and sharply.
"You know in shows when all the people who barely know each other work together to escape sudden death? This would be a good time for a reenactment. Any ideas?"
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Post by lazy on Feb 23, 2007 15:29:36 GMT 1
((Roflcopter. That bit with the hostage taking was funny.))
Kai smiled slightly. "That's the funniest thing I've heard all year. But I didn't cheat."
He purposely left the 'throwing the book at the teacher' bit out of his statement. Yeah, well, I did throw the book. He looked down. It was a pretty long way down. Kai would be able to handle it, would she? His thoughts were cut off as she leaned in and whispered that she was indeed going to jump, and she knew she was going to get away unscathed. Well, this school's students are just full of surprises. He turned to a student that sat near his desk and spoke. "Hey, can you get my bag for me?" A dark blue backpack sailed through the air, landing in Kai's arms.
Right on cue, another student burst into the room, apparently chased by a blood-thirsty teacher. This keeps getting better and better. With a slight shrug to Valencia, "Last chance to use me as a hostage. No? Okay."
He dove out, headfirst, and let the bag land before he did. About halfway through the descent, he kicked out towards the wall, flipping him over, letting him land feet first. The impact would be a hard one, but nothing he couldn't take. As he landed, he rolled with the fall, better than letting the shock wave shoot through his body.
He looked up at Valencia and smirked slightly, giving her an army salute.
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Post by Valencia Donahue on Feb 24, 2007 2:45:12 GMT 1
Of course you’re not the cheater. You sit behind me.
…Valencia thought as she rolled her eyes. And just before much more can happen, in comes a random fellow, being pursued by your garden-variety educator no less, jumping over desks and ending up where she and Kai were situated. By this time, the student in her grip got his bag and got to jumping out the window on his own. But since Valencia sensed his movements with her fingertips, she followed through the act with flare, making it seem as if she pushed him herself. She looked to Korin, a stranger, then sighed quietly as she turned to the rest of the dumbfounded classroom.
The things I do for people…
“Ladies and gentlemen, as you can plainly see… You’ve failed to meet my demands and I went ahead to prove that I meant every word I said. However, my hostage is no longer my… Hostage. He’s a pancake. And since me staying here will do me little good, I shall now take my leave and depart this cruel, cruel world…”
Insert dramatic wind as Valencia got herself into the window frame.
“But alas, as you will soon understand, my intentions were for the good of the school and I bid thee farewell. My comrade here, or accomplice, or cohort, will now further entertain you with his wily antics. Ta ta.”
Word. One description she failed to mention was “decoy”. Of course, as Valencia took her leap of faith out of the window, she knew that Korin had little other choice but take this choice as well. So in the end she was still helping him, despite his current predicament. Sorta. Falling wouldn’t be an accurate enough description to what Valencia was doing, however. The moment she left the window frame, her limbs shot out to grab and drag against the wall as much as possible until her hands got hold of some windowsills, which may as well be windows to other classrooms. Thank the lord, these fingers have helped her thousands of times before, specifically whenever she had to do rock-climbing stunts.
Valencia lowered herself at a reasonable pace by climbing down relatively quickly until she decided to land safely into some bushes. Once she was on the ground, she tilted her head upwards to hear all sorts of screaming and yelling. Why? Well, it’s not every day you see students… Falling or jumping out of windows while class is in session… Especially to people in the lower floors who’re lazily daydreaming until they see falling bodies.
((OOC: Bah… It’s been a long day…))
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Post by korin on Feb 24, 2007 5:53:07 GMT 1
Korin watched one boy get tossed out of the window, and then the girl leave, putting Korin in the spotlight. He slowly turned to the now speechless students and teachers. Some gazing at the window, the others at him. He let out a deep, long, sigh. His eyes gazed as his hope was forced down through the floor. As the teachers realized what was happening already each were slowly walking to opposite sides of the classroom. One shutting the door and moving the desk in front of it, the other approaching the junior. Korin quickly gave a glance out of the window, looking down three stories and cursing under his breathe as he saw the first guy in the distance casually walking away. As he glanced back both teachers had hit the corresponding sides of the wall Korin was leaning against, both closing in, getting ready to pounce from both sides.
'Oh shit... OOOOH shit... OH FUCKING SHIT!'
As he watched the teachers and felt his heart rate going up, he could only thank some higher power that he had managed to take his pills only moments before this one, saving him from having a trip right then and there. He let his right foot get on the window sill, and slowly lifted himself up. The teacher both sprung into action, bolting out to the window. Korin immediately leapt upward, his right foot landing on the sill, his left landing on the teachers back who had leaped for his feet. Korin's body was now out of the window sill, his right hand holding desperately onto the inside of the window. He used his left foot to slowly push the teacher to fall out the window, which forced the class teacher to grab onto his legs in and attempt to save him from a deadly fall. As this happened Korin started sliding to the far side of the classroom window sill, until he got to wear it ended. He looked desperately for a handle of some sort. A gutter, a pipe? A wall light? A chip in the wall? Nothing. As the teacher was pulled into the classroom. They both positioned themselves behind the window Korin was pressed up against, and began hitting it. They weren't trying to break it, but it was bending slightly each time, bringing Korin dangerously close to falling.
Korin looked on the inside looking in for something useful.
'Regular books... fire blanket... desks... WAIT! FIRE BLANKET!'
Korin's head reeled back, as his hand pushed against the thin piece of wall where the ledge ended, and then he through his forehead forward. As it slammed into the window white cracks flew through it, turning the window into a large thick weak cobweb. The teachers stopped when they saw the blood running down from Korin's forehead. Korin's knee reeled back next. Slamming into the window and shattering the whole thing. Immediately after Korin threw himself inward, leaping over the two teachers. He ran along the desk, just avoiding tripping over the kids heads, when he got to the fire blanket. He ripped it out of it's container then stepped back on the same row of desks, which all the kids had jumped up from, and ran back to the window. As he got to the second last one he threw himself forward, flying out the window holding the red fire blanket under him. What was he headed for? A medium sized leaf-less tree he had spotted when he saw Kai walking away. He wouldn't have jumped for the tree before since it meant cuts, but with the fire blanket there to cushion the impact and protect him from cuts, he was fairly safe.
"HOLY FUCK!"
Korin hit the tree, the branches bending and snapping under him as he went through. He was right, he managed to avoid large gashes. However when the blanket got caught on a branch he was throw flipped forward, landing on his back on the grass. Although this was much less of an impact then the force from the window alone, he still felt the pain shoot through him.
"Gah... for... fu... for fuck sakes..."
Korin looked up to see the girl had gotten down safely and was standing near the wall.
"HAVEN'T YOU EVER HEARD OF TEAMWORK?!"
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Post by Valencia Donahue on Feb 24, 2007 21:32:43 GMT 1
Everything was in order after a speedy inspection! Valencia brushed away some of her hair from her face then heard a good deal of glass breaking, branches snapping, then a load of screaming tossed in here and there for good measure. And appreciative screaming too! She looked off towards the direction of Kai as she responded to Korin’s question. As much as she preferred to keep to herself, it seems that an explanation was in order…
“Of course I have. If I didn’t, I wouldn’t have associated yourself to me in any sort of way and let you do everything you would’ve done anyhow. But since I did associate you to me, now you’re involved with my problems instead of taking all the blame for your own problems.”
Did that even make any sense? Whatever the case, she knew that the three of them would have to return to school eventually after this day was over and face the music, but at least she studied out certain ways to minimize the damage… At least, some of it. For example, Valencia can’t be called a murderer if the person she “murdered” isn’t dead. Valencia brushed herself off and was about to be on her merry way until… Someone overheard Korin’s hollering. Huzzah, it’s none other than your neighborhood patrolling member of the faculty and in his point of view… Kai, Valencia, and Korin were ditching. But he didn’t need to say a single word. Valencia saw it in his eyes and began to make a run for it.
ANARCHY~♪ FIGHT THE POWA!!
…And every man or woman for him or herself? Valencia was all-out sprinting for the golf-cart, what janitors use as a form of transportation to clean this school’s encompassing campus, and sure enough, a key was plugged in where it should be. She jumped into the vehicle, turned on the ignition, and slammed the pedal to the metal. Behold. Grand Theft Auto: San Andreas Hircine High Edition. Now all we need is a ton of other violent acts and we’re set.
Why do I have a feeling that I’m probably going to regret this later? Hmm... Yeah, I'm going to regret this a LOT. Oh well. You only live once.
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Post by korin on Feb 25, 2007 9:44:25 GMT 1
Korin turned to see the the teacher as soon as the girl started running. There the junior was, laying there without the resolve to move with the current pain he was feeling, and the girl didn't bother to help him. Not only that, but she drove away the only chance Korin had of escaping. As the junior brought his hands to the ground under him, he let out a sigh of defeat. The teacher was sprinting to the girl but once she drove off he slowed to a jog, and stopped when he got to Korin. He looked down at him, the annoyance in his eyes flaring down at him. Apparently he thought Korin was a Varron kid, show by his alienating stare. He stood beside Korin, who still didn't want to put himself through the pain of standing. However once he slid his knee up, he felt a snap. Suddenly a spark of pain rushed through his body, and... mobility! He had somehow gotten rid of whatever crippling thing had kept him from getting up.
"Now YOU are in a bit of trouble aren't yo-"
He didn't get to finish the pronunciation of the last word. Korin had turned his body toward him and flung up his leg hard and fast. The ball of his foot crashing into the ball of the man. Yes, the soft spot between his long legs had been kicked, and he stumbled back a mere meter before he hit the ground, holding the hurting spot.
'I'm going to be in SO much trouble after this..'
Korin scrambled to his feet, and sprinted along the wall of the school he searched the wall for anything he could use. When he saw it. A bike-rack, with three bikes. Luckily for Korin, one of them wasn't chained. He jogged over to it, and pulled out the bike. Giving a glance back to the teacher still on the ground, Korin laughed. He knew that hircine was getting more exciting. With a leg over the side and a push on the petal, he was on his way outta there.
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Post by lazy on Feb 25, 2007 23:54:50 GMT 1
((Sorry for the delay.))
Hmmm.... what should I do?
Kai looked around for an escape route while slipping his bag on. Wasn't the plan for me to lay low until I graduated? he pouted, running after Valencia, the contents of his backpack clicking with each step. He hopped in beside her as she hopped into the driver's seat. This feels like a badly orchestrated movie. Better yet, a game, like Grand Theft Auto. He suddenly felt uneasy being in the passenger seat. Having spent a lot of time driving his S2000, the feeling of lack of control was unnerving. "I hope you can drive....." he murmured, as the Golf cart began moving.
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Post by Valencia Donahue on Mar 2, 2007 5:32:36 GMT 1
((OOC: Now it’s my turn to apologize for the tardiness. Grades close this Friday for progress reports, so I was concentrating more on my schoolwork, y’see.))
And since Korin took out the dude that was about to go after them, their pursuer was no more and it was time to rejoice! Huzzah! But alas, the problem with stealing things from other people is that sometimes, they may want it back. Like this janitor that got robbed a mere few moments ago by an Asian and her “hostage”. Hmm. In situations like these, the best thing to do would be to contemplate rationally and come up with a solution. The janitor watched as Valencia drove off with his golf-cart (with a breakneck speed of 10 MPH, mind you) and turned his head, noticing Korin also joining in on this crime spree. Why? Who knew. But one thing for sure, this janitor was much brighter than the previous bunch of foolish teachers the three students encountered earlier and did what smart janitors did best. He pulled out a walkie-talkie and got in touch with the rest of the janitor network of the school, with a few yard duties tossed in for good measure, and told them what was going on.
Meanwhile, driving at the safest, “fastest” speed known to mankind and several species of seahorses, Valencia heard what Kai asked her over the noise of the whirring vehicle and had to answer… For the sake of reassuring him.
“Sure I can drive. Just not safely.”
She reassured him, but odds were that she single-handedly described what might become their demise. Death by golf-cart during a day of random boredom and larceny waves. What a way to go. Well, we all have to go sometime. Valencia randomly honked the horn at a few wandering students to get out of the way and surely enough, they did… Only to have their faces pale after avoiding collision. The Vietnamese lady had to figure out why, so she looked at one of those side mirrors and saw…
a) Korin on a stolen bike
b) A bunch of golf-carts right behind him, driving at the same “insane” speed of 10 MPH
Weirdest scenario to date. And she thought that the directors she worked for were weird… Valencia figured that the stranger on the bike would be screwed at any moment once one of those carts caught up, so she figured if he caught up with the rest of the posse being chased, she wouldn’t mind his company… As long as he didn’t do anything stupid to endanger them all. Valencia kept her eyes on the road and spoke loud enough for Kai to hear.
“Try to find a container where they keep a bunch of confiscated stuff. If you’re able to, find a can of hairspray. I hope you know how to drive too.”
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Post by lazy on Mar 2, 2007 23:58:49 GMT 1
"Yeah, I can drive. Want me to take the wheel?"
Alright. Kai turned around, getting out of his seat and looked down in the "trunk." A small black box labeled, "confiscated." I wonder what that is? He reached down and pulled the lid up, revealing a few interesting items. "No hairspray," he announced, but picked up a more interesting item. "Got a BB Gun though." He smiled slightly and gave the hammer a sharp jerk. It snapped into place, a BB loaded in. Just like the old days, he thought, remembering back when he was in a gang, and a world of violence.
"Wanna shoot, and I'll take the wheel?" he thought, taking aim at the bewildered staff chasing after them. At this rate, we'll all run out of power, and we'll start running. Gosh, someone should be taping this. This is the funniest situation I've been in since I've arrived.....[/i]
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Post by korin on Mar 3, 2007 1:12:04 GMT 1
Korin pedaled hard, trying to catch up to the golf cart and stall it to get some answers. As he slowly caught up to it he caught something in the golf-cart mirror. A quick glance back was all it took to send Korin into overdrive. Angry dangerous janitors chasing them in the slowest car-race of all time. Only thing was, each of them had blunt objects in the seats next to them. That meant if they caught up to Korin he would be beaten to a pulp. Korin lifted himself off his seat, his feet pushing down hard and fast. His finger rolled the gears up to top, and he started rocketing closer and closer to the girl and boy's golf-cart ahead of him. As Korin caught beside it he brought his leg over the seat, and let one handle leave the handle bars to grab into the side of it. With a quick leap Korin brought himself onto the side of the golf-cart, and his bike hit the ground beside them. It didn't hit their cart, but behind them a cart flew off it's wheels going over the bike, causing the rest to be forced to turn around him, and slow down.
Korin crouched down at the side of the golf cart, looking inside. He saw that the girl was driving and the boy was seemingly handing a BB gun to her. Korin could only guess how this one would end. With a quick small leap Korin brought himself to the top of the golf-cart, sprawling himself out facing forward on the flat white roof. He didn't want to be directly behind the cart if they were going to be shooting back that way. As Korin looked back, his eyes caught something. At the corner of the carts roof, near Korin's foot, sparks shot up as what looked like a pebble ricocheted off of it. Korin looked back to see the cause, and noticed something. One of the janitors had thought to look in the confiscation box as well, and was reloading the slingshot he had found. Korin glanced forward, only to see something worse.
"Oh... fuck... WERE SCREWED!"
Korin realized that they had gone to the outskirts of the property, and were heading toward a rather deep ditch. Jumping it wasn't an option as of yet, considering the lack of ramps. And the only thing that was set up to help people cross it was a piece of plywood. It was much to small to have a wide golf-cart drive over it. They would have to think up something smart... and QUICK.
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Post by Valencia Donahue on Mar 4, 2007 20:42:54 GMT 1
It might be a li’l tricky to switch off while I’m driving, but…
“Sure—”
By this time, Korin made it onto the cart and Valencia had to maneuver the vehicle to accommodate the new rider’s weight. As he climbed onto the roof, apparently to get out of the way, the Asian took note of all the factors fueling this state of affairs, from Korin’s stolen bike slowing down their pursuers, to the cart running low on power, and the ditch coming up. She made a sharp turn to the left, or at least as sharp as she could get it, in order to not risk skidding to a stop and alas, accidents happen. With Korin on top of the cart, the vehicle turned only to topple over onto its side as well, causing the Vietnamese “blonde” to wonder if the fellow above was alright… She grabbed onto one of the poles connecting to the roof and hung on tight, for if she didn’t, she’d probably be in a world of hurt soon.
-=BAM!!=-
Well, there goes their getaway vehicle, but hey… It’s not over yet, is it? Over her dead body! Valencia looked about to check if Kai was alright and listened closely to hear if the stranger didn’t fall into the ditch that was ahead. The sound of pebbles ricocheting off of their makeshift barrier was distracting, but at least they were safe for the time being. Then, something caught her eye… Actually, a couple things. Valencia knew for sure that a lighter was going to be in the confiscation box. Hell, people smoked on campus all the time and more likely than not, were going to get caught eventually. So voila, a lighter! Deus ex machina strikes again! But anyhow, the other thing that caught her eye was… Off to the side were the locker rooms, which were conveniently close to the sports fields that were near the edge of the campus. Right across from her was the girls’ locker room and a bit further away was the guys’ locker room.
Hairspray. Lighter. Flamethrower.
Pyromaniac… For how long were you thinking about making a flamethrower?! ERRAHEM. Now, the problem was whether to leave the refuge of the tipped over cart and make a run for the locker rooms or stay here and wait for the janitors and yard duties to catch up. Obviously, Valencia didn’t want to get caught and she knew for a fact that both locker rooms led to the indoor gymnasium. And once they’re back indoors, they can continue running like hell and creating all other sorts of mayhem. It was all just a matter of getting there unscathed and in one piece. She looked to Kai once more, then risked a glance to see if Korin was still around, then ducked when she heard a projectile coming her way. Valencia poked Kai…
“Do you want the BB gun? You might need it more than me and I could use the cover.”
((OOC: Blah… Sundays…))
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Post by lazy on Mar 6, 2007 0:04:34 GMT 1
Kai groaned as he flipped out of the golf cart and tumbled into the grass. He recovered quickly though, using the momentum to roll to his feet. The idiot! Jumping on top of the golf cart?! He quickly shrugged the thought off and nodded, taking the gun. Taking careful aim, he pointed to one of the staff in the golf cart. His hand jerked, and a split second later, the golf cart he'd been aiming at suddenly swerved, hitting the golf cart it was next to. The two lost control and began sliding in tandem, almost like a perfectly orchestrated drift. What does she need cover for? We're screwed either way.
He ran after her, towards the locker room. Don't tell me she's looking for hairspray. He scowled as she ran towards the gym. What're we going to do even IF we have a flamethrower? But he ran after her, half heartedly believing the blonde had some kind of master plan up her sleeve.
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Post by korin on Mar 6, 2007 7:15:34 GMT 1
Korin felt the golf cart turn, his weight flipping it over, causing him to hit the grass hard, rolling forward until he hit the ditch. As he started to fall in his hands shot out, hitting both sides of the ditch, suspending himself in air a mere inch above the water. He could hear a small beat of sweat drip down into the water as he heard pebbles hitting the golf cart. As Korin raised his head he noticed the two bolting to a door. One that Korin knew went into the gym. Korin sighed, scanning around him. Luckily he caught eye of something. A trashcan lid tossed into the ditch, a mere three meters away. As Korin scrambled along it, keeping his feet on the sides of the small river and staying low, he could tell the teachers spotting him. This was because pebbles were now smacking the side of the ditch, sending chunks of grass flying over Korin.
Once Korin grabbed the handle part of the lid, he sprung out of the ditch, using the lid as a shield. Immediately four pebbles slammed into the shield, one ricocheting down and smacking Korin's shin. As Korin ran/limped to the door, he could here a golf-cart coming full speed behind him. Glancing back he only had a split second to react, so he jumped. He jumped with all his might, landing feet first on the roof of the golf cart. As he struggled to balance, he failed to noticed that the golf cart was still moving, toward the door, and fast. His eyes caught sight of it as the front of the golf cart slammed into the door, creating a barricade to keep Korin from entering...
The forced pushed Korin forward, which along with a quick jump in reaction got him to the ledge of a lower part of the roof, where Korin quickly caught himself and hoisted himself onto the roof. He saw a small open skylight window, and he didn't think twice before jumping up, making himself skinny, and sliding down to land in a hallway and spot the two that had entered this place.
"We don't have too much time before they move the cart, what's the plan?" Korin commented, his pants making it hard to understand what he was saying.
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Post by Valencia Donahue on Mar 9, 2007 2:35:14 GMT 1
Have ya ever seen a guy in the girl’s locker room before? If you’re a girl, I hope not. And quite frankly, the ladies in the girls’ locker room (who were taking forever to change into their uniforms) began to shriek and scream at the sight of Kai as he followed Valencia through the room, into the gymnasium. Valencia covered one of her ears as the other hand held onto her belongings during the loud journey through the area that was taboo for males in general to enter. So if the janitors dare to come in… They better be expecting more screeching. Carts slammed into one another outside and one even blocked the entrance they would no longer return to. Plenty, plenty, and plenty of time for the Asian to cause hell and live to tell about it. Valencia snatched up a can of hairspray and before she knew it, was in the gymnasium with Kai. She opened up her bag, fished out the lighter she got from the confiscation box, then got to work. She didn’t pay much mind to Korin giving his report because once you get down to the point, all of their lives were in her hands and if they didn’t have their own brand of smarts to keep up, Valencia had her own kind to leave ‘em in the dust. Besides, Valencia wasn’t one to explain herself most of the time unless she knew it was necessary.
Bucky the Hostage here has the BB gun… Koko the Other Guy is… Well, here in case I need another meatshield… Huh.
The senior began to go all-out with her flame-throwing antics while she calculated everything in her head, with a bunch of other things squeezed in-between for good measure. Valencia tried not to burn anything as she pointed her makeshift contraption upwards and fired away. A minute or two later, she stopped, and chucked the hairspray into a nearby trash bin, not bothering to hide the evidence more elaborately since in the end they’d be jailed anyway. She kept the lighter though. Tilting her head toward her two cohorts, she did this to show a sign that she knew that they were there in spite of her not making eye contact.
“Make yourselves look presentable. If you know what’s good for the lot of ya, I’ll impart upon you the knowledge that speech isn’t necessary to survival as long as you know the ‘Three ‘I’s’… Intellect. Instinct. Impulse.”
She looked away seconds later and began to saunter casually through the doors of the gymnasium. Okay, maybe Valencia said that more to Korin than to Kai, but it was still information all the same. Soon, she was in the halls and the smoke detectors eventually acted up to the smell of burning something-or-other and the place began to rain indoors. Valencia passed a fire alarm, smashed the glass with the lighter and used it to activate the switch. The school was then in a state of confusion while the noise and sprinklers went on and the Asian disposed of the lighter before fixing her appearance. Valencia cleared her throat, turned the knob to the door of a nearby classroom, then threw herself in… As melodramatically as possible.
“Fire! Fire! There’s a FIRE! QUICK! YOU ALL MUST GET OUT!! Some nut in another class just threw someone out the window and… And…”
Valencia broke down into fake sobs, but who can tell? (Suckers…)
“That person is framing ME! That person just upped and began to hi-jack stuff… With friends too! AND NOW ARSON!! RUN FOR YOUR LIVES!!”
Okay, Valencia’s acting was kinda lame and there were a couple of smart folks in the class who looked at her questioningly, but nonetheless, other classrooms down the hall began to break out into chaos (mostly because they’re crazy, nutsy, fun-loving teens who don’t take things seriously). The teacher blinked and assumed that Valencia was simply stressed out, so he decided to get the class ready to evacuate and took up the now-twitching-sporadically “blonde” Asian into his group.
[TEACHER (2)]: “Uhh… Okay, we’ll just evacuate and send you to the nurse after this…”
“The nurse?! WHY THE NURSE?! YOU DON’T THINK I’M CRAZY, DO YOU!? DO YOU?!”
[TEACHER (2)]: “Maybe you got hurt on the way here…”
The teacher said calmly, trying his best to soothe Valencia. People throughout the room began to murmur and whisper with concern, knowing of her reputation for having a rather docile demeanor… Not the frenzied, manic behavior she was showing now.
“YOU PROBABLY THOUGHT THAT I CAUSED IT, HUH?! HUH?![/I]”
[TEACHER (2)]: “JOHNNY!! BECKY!! QUICK, TIE UP THIS GIRL, SHE’S EVIDENTLY MAD!!”
“I PLEAD INSANITY!! INSANITY, I TELL YA, INSANITY!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!”
And they tied her up.
Fools.
((OOC: Bloody HW…))
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Post by lazy on Mar 12, 2007 0:21:09 GMT 1
((Wow, this thread just..... screwed up.))
I just realized this was the girls' locker room.....
He sprinted out of there as fast as he could. Forget Valencia. It was kind of her fault. The "kind of" part stuck in Kai's mind as he kicked the doors open, bewildering two girls passing a basketball to each other. If my memory serves me right, the parking lot is right out.... here! Kicking another steel door open, he dashed out into the open, the sunlight blinding him for a scant moment. From out of his pocket, he pulled out a set of keys, with a small remote attached. He made odd jingling noises as he ran, but he didn't care. The school had turned into a mad house all too suddenly. Hitting "unlock," he heard the car's locking mechanisms activate, and ran in the direction of the noise. Hopping in (the top was down), he jammed the key in, turning the engine to turn over.
Dropping the clutch and slamming the stick home into first, he did a quick burnout and peeled off. Sorry. I never got to know you two, but it was amusing while it lasted.
((Shitty post.))
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