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Post by asd on Mar 17, 2007 8:50:58 GMT 1
OOC: Open like all my threads
IC: As Andrew made his way through the halls he was less subdued then he had been the past few days. His step had more of a spring in it. A smile adorned his face that was beaming with joy. Did he get a girlfriend or something? Nope it was better. He found something to do. He couldn't believe he hadn't thought of it before. To think it had been staring him in the face all of these years. He didn't stand out at all as he moved among the crowd. His black shirt and blue jeans could have been on anyone. A few people nodded to him or greeted him as he passed but no one stopped to talk. Most people were on the lunch rush wanting to beat the line. Andrew was going the opposite way of the crowd and thus found himself being bumped in to more then once. Not that it mattered. He was a man on a mission and in a school this crowded you got used to it.
When he stopped he was in a much less crowded area. Most people were either in class now or they were in lunch depending on their schedule. As for him, he was supposed to be in class right now. Only problem was he had a test today that he hadn't studied for. And nothing was more boring then staring at a test sheet not knowing a single answer for over an hour. He would look at the few people that were sitting in the halls talking or some reading. You know the people, the ones that hated sitting in the lunch room with the crowds and the noise so opted to sit in the halls by their next class. Sometimes with lunch sometimes without. Most of them seemed to pack a lunch. No one seemed to really pay him much notice. But then again why would they? It wasn't like he had done anything to attract attention.
Reaching in to his pocket he would pull out a small bag that was filled with what seemed to be a lot of objects that hit each other making a soft banging noise as they moved. This was his little insurance to help him get away if shit hit the fan. He would take one last look to make sure no one was watching him, as if it would matter. He would be seen as soon as it was done. But he wanted to make sure it was done. After confirming that no one noticed he was alive he would reach out to the small red box in front of him, his fingers on the small lever. Then in an instant he would pull down shattering the small glass tube that was "blocking" it. And with that the fire alarm went off. All of the kids looked up at him as kids started to pile out of the classrooms in a fake panic that was mostly just joy to get out of class. Andrew would do what he could to blend in to the crowd so that he could make it outside without being busted by a teacher or a pillar. Hell even some random kid might try and stop him.
He didn't really care that it was against the law or school rules. He was bored and this offered a momentary distraction. Besides whats the worst that could happen? He was a fast kid if nothing else he would run for it. The crowd would slow his pursuers just as much as him if not more. Plus he always had his little Ace if he really got in a bind. He was feeling confident. He was going to get away with this. They saw his face but he wasn't that noticeable. Certainly didn't stand out. And the best part was. No test!
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Post by charlotte on Mar 20, 2007 16:30:52 GMT 1
Charlotte had been sitting in the hall, reading her newest book, and had actually begun to enjoy the day, for once. There was something pleasant and peaceful about sitting alone in an empty hall, chewing lazily on a bagel she had bought from the cafeteria as she read. She glanced upwards briefly through the lenses of her thin, dark rimmed glasses, over the top of her book as another student walked past her, seemingly casual.
Charlotte paid him little notice, finishing off the bagel with a careful mouthful, chewing conservatively as she flipped the page, shifting where she sat against a locker. She noted a barely-audible banging sound coming from further down the hall, and averted her gaze once more, seeing the studetn who had passed her by taking something from his pocket; a small bag, it seemed.
And then she watched, incredulous, as the boy turned and grabbed the fire alarm, pulling it down just as she closed her book and stood up. Instantly, the fire alarms wailed out through the school - classrooms burst open and students began to move for the exits in a mostly orderly fashion. Students had been used enough to the occasional disruption, and most new how to keep a level head and not add to the commotion.
However, she did notice a few, tripping purposefully over others, mock panic spread wide about their features, attempting to sew dissent. It was people like that who really threatened to tear apart the school with their constant disregard for peace, order, and authority. More and more 'delinquents' were causing trouble: wild acts of vandalism and disruption, with no purpose or drive other than to simply be a nuisance or the thrill of being a so-called rebel. It was people like that who got on her nerves.
Charlotte pushed through the crowds, her gaze riveted on the student in the black t-shirt who had initially pulled the alarm. Though he did seem to meld in with the crowd, she kept her eyes fixed upon him, following his path keenly.
She pushed through further, managing to move up behind him a few feet, stopping and grabbing his forearm through the trong of people forcefully, but not hard, yanking him back towards her.
"Oh, you're very clever, pulling a fire alarm to get out of class," she chided harshly, like a teacher or parent might scold an unruly child, her tone icy and patronisingly sarcastic. "This has been the third time in the last month that someone has activated the fire alarms, and honestly, the act is starting to lose it's flair. So," she paused, standing stock still as the students continued to push past her and the whine of the alarm resounded overhead.
"I suggest you go to the office and report this, before someone decides to break your face simply for being the pest that you are."
She rolled her eyes, thinking of so much else to lecture the other student about, but deciding against wasting her breath to what would most certainly become a useless arguement with a stubborn troublemaker, as she stood, waiting for his response, still holding onto his forearm; the arm holding the bag.
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Post by asd on Mar 20, 2007 18:29:20 GMT 1
Andrew felt a light grip on his arm and his eyes widened in alarm. His first thought was a teacher or pillar had busted him already. But no the grip was far too weak to be that. Hell he could break out of it if he wanted. The female voice confirmed what he already knew. It was a goody-good student. Whatever those he could deal with. Well he was sure he could deal with this one. She wasn't terribly bright if she was serious about him reporting himself to the office. Andrew could just see it now. He would walk in to the office and ask to see the principal and then tell him that he pulled the fire alarm to get out of a test. The principal would then murder him. Oh yes that sounded real pleasant. All of this went through his mind in what seemed like a moment as he responded scoffing at what she had said. His tone of voice was thick with annoyance.
"Are you fucking high? Look I know I am no brainy kid but I am not stupid enough to tell the office. Now will you please get a sense of humor and stop worrying about what other people do babe."
With that Andrew would pull his arm away from her start to move with the crowd once again. Though this time his pace had quickened slightly in hopes of losing little miss whats her face. She had the nerve to tell him it was getting old. It wasn't like he did it for them and their admiration. He was bored and it had seemed like a good distraction. Plus not having to take a test was always a good thing.
He tried to keep a natural look as he moved through the halls with people talking with their friends, most eager for the goof off time this would afford them. THAT was how normal kids acted. At least in Andrew's opinion. Who wanted to go to class when you can get out of it? And who wanted to take a test today that can be put off for tomorrow? No one that he really associated with.
His breath quickened from excitement as he saw the doors nearing. They were almost to the freedom that the outdoors could offer. Fresh air and light. A gentle wind across our face and just a sense of freedom. Freedom that he was almost ready to step in to providing no one tried to stop him again.
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Post by charlotte on Mar 20, 2007 20:28:30 GMT 1
Charlotte's gaze narrowed into a tight glare as the other student retorted in a typical dumbass response:
"Are you fucking high? Look I know I am no brainy kid but I am not stupid enough to tell the office. Now will you please get a sense of humor and stop worrying about what other people do babe."
She did nothing to stop him pulling his arm free from her grasp and walking away, at a much quicker pace, she noted. Apparantly he was trying to get away from her, but she didn't feel quite inclined to let the matter slide, particularly due to her pure annoyance at such people, whom, try as she might, she found indescribably unbearable to even be remotely near.
With that, she sped off, pushing through the recceding wave of students after the instigator, quickly catching up to him again. Exhaling tersely, she squeezed through two other students to a shout of "Hey!" and a grumble of "What the hell?", and twisting, snaked her foot out in front of the kid in the black t-shirt (Andrew), whilst thowing out her arm, against his back, pushing her whole weight against him, a move that, in such a tight space and with little balance, was sure to send him sprawling flat on his face, with her atop him.
She slid back instantly though, for added force, pressing her knee against his back and riding foward with her momentum. If the other student couldn't maintain his balance, he would end up crashing straight out the doors, flat on his face, with Charlotte perched atop him, one arm across the back of his neck, her opposite knee digging into his back.
"Are you fucking high?" She mocked icly the moment before she had swung her knee around. "Now would you please be a little mature and responsible and actually consider how what you do affects others?"
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Post by asd on Mar 20, 2007 20:42:21 GMT 1
You would have to be deaf not to hear the cries of "hey" and "watch it" that came from the students that the girl was pushing as she sped her way to Andrew. Now he wouldn't know it was her exactly it could be anyone after him. But he did think it was safe to assume that it was the same girl that had tried to stop him just moments ago. In the end it really didn't matter. He wasn't about to let himself be caught by a girl that had a bone to pick with him or a pillar if he could help it. The first thing he did when he heard the commotion was open the small bag he had on him. Then he would start to move faster himself to keep the distance between them before dumping to contents on the floor. They were marbles and they were sure to slow down any pursuer. Rushing at him it was very likely she would slip on the marbles and possibly fall. If nothing else it would slow her and the crowd of people down he wouldn't want to slip and fall possibly hurting themselves.
After that it was a simple matter of doing what any prankster did best when things didn't go off without a hitch. He would run too. He would move his way through the small momentary gaps in the crowd when he could and he would shove when he had too. This wasn't new to him. And in moments he was out the door in to the freedom of the outdoors. Though he wasn't quite free to just leave. No he would have to go to his fire groups meeting spot for attendance. His happened to be on the field.
Taking off as fast as his strong legs could carry him he would start on his way to the field no longer needing to shove past students packed in to a tight hallway. This would mean his pursuer would have an easier time running too when she managed to get past his little obstacle and the other students. But he wasn't worried. In fact he was enjoying this which was evident by the large grin on his face. There was nothing quite like a chase to get you going and to keep you busy. Lets face it if he had to resort to pulling the fire alarm he had way too much free time on his hands.
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Post by Nathan Branigan on Mar 20, 2007 21:26:54 GMT 1
'Ooooooooh my God! This place is like a prison!!!'
That is all Nathan could think as he was taking his test in Biology. This was a test that the teacher had warned would be exetremely difficult to those who had not studied for it. Nathan, however, did not heed this warning and was now trapped in a dark musty hell of a room that proved to him just how foolish he was. He began chewing his gum increasingly hard as he struggled to answer a problem.
~What is required, other than the basic glucose, for glycolysis to advance to the next step of aerobic respiration in cellular respiration?~
While this problem would be no sweat for any student that took the time out of their day, Nathan used his time for something he considered more entertaining. Throwing water ballons filled with tooth paste at cars and running once they stopped. When he rea this question he could no longer contain himself.
"WHAT THE FUCK IS GLYCOLYSIS!!!"
He then realized what he had done and looked up to see everyone starring at him. He just had to ask one thing, despite how obvious the answer was.
"Did I just say that out loud?" Nathan said with a guilty and nervous laugh.
Thankfully for Nathan, the moment he said this he heard something that at the moment could only be reguarded as a miracle. The fire alarm rang with all its glory. Nathan had been saved! Not a second later Nathan jumped up and nearly yelled...
"Oh no a Fire! Lets run before be burn alive!" He said with the poorest acting possible.
He ran through the halls as if he was a child who had just tasted chocolate for the first time in their life. He bumped into a great number of people who also seemed to be quite glad as well, but they had the ability to control their own. When Nathan first saw the light of day set itself just outside the school's doors, seeming to be heaven compared to the much less extravegent light in the halls he could only say one thing.
"Wooooooooooo! FREEDOM!!!"
He now doubled his efforts to head to the outside for a few moments of pure enjoyment outside. As he headed towards the door he saw some student in a black shirt running as well. He could think of only one thing. A race. He sprinted up to him. When he got clos enough to the student he turned his head to talk to him as he matched his pace.
" I'll race you!!!"
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Post by charlotte on Mar 20, 2007 22:39:44 GMT 1
Apparantly she had missed the troublemaker, and had instead grabbed some other student in a black t-shirt. Realizing it only as the pair began descending hard, that she realized her mistake and looked upwards to see the real instigator, tossing the contents of a small bag upon the ground as he ran, quickening his pace and vanishing out the door through a group of students.
In the split second before she hit the ground, riding atop another student, Charlotte leaned foward, her momentum sending them both foward. The other student landed heavily upon his chest with a grunt, and slid straight across the marbles, Charlotte perched atop his back like some human skateboarding stunt. She pressed her hands down and pushed off, leaping through the doors and past the main mass of marbles, shouting a hasty apology to the student she had landed on as she gave chase.
By now, the fire alarms had been shut off, and teachers began herding students back to class amidst groans of protest. But, seeing as how she had a free period, and the slippery bastard had really begun tugging at her nerves, she gave chase.
She landed lightly upon the ground, immediately dropping into a runner's stance and scanning the ground for her elusive quarry, sighting him and taking off like a shot in a roundabout trajectory towards him.
No novice to sprinting, as jogging and running were her only real chosen activites for keeping herself in shape, Charlotte knew exactly how to pace herself, how to match her speed and each footfall with both her breathing and heartbeat, how to adjust her stance for every turn to maximise her aerodynamics. Though no track master or marathon runner, she was slowly gaining on her quarry - until she caught sight of yet another student pull beside the black t-shirted troublemaker, one who seemed equally as pleased with the break from classes.
She swerved around, her feet shifting, and throwing herself into a sprint, the sudden burst of speed carrying her past both racing students, where she wheeled around and tensed back, her leg ready to spring foward into Black T-Shirt's crotch unless he stopped or managed to swerve around her, in which case she planned to swing her other leg and catch him with his own momentum in the crotch. Either way, she had really no intention of chasing anyone any further, but she had resolved to talk with him or leave a lasting impression.
And nothing left a better impression than a swift kick in the balls: exactly what this testosterone fuelled troublemaker needed.
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Post by asd on Mar 20, 2007 23:11:53 GMT 1
A race? A race to where? He had no destination other then getting out of trouble. He didn't care who was pursuing him he wanted to chalk this little stunt on his record of not being caught. But after a moment he would nod. A race was fine with him one place was as good as another. He was about to ask where the destination was. After all you can't have a race with nowhere to race too right? But thats when his mind dropped any thoughts of a race. The girl from before, the one that had no sense of humor and seemed determined to stop Andrew from enjoying his day just ran by them and wheeled around to face them. Now the other kid wouldn't know what this was about but Andrew sure as hell could guess and as soon as he saw her run past them he was turning.
By the time she was facing them he was already heading in another direction. It seemed to be a race between three runners now. A race to god knows where. You had the trickster in the front trying to flee from any kind of trouble and just enjoying the thrill of the chase. Then you had the angry girl that seemed determined to catch him. And last but not least there was random boy who was doing god knows what.
He would let out a long laugh as he continued running having a blast now. He was hoping to lose her or at least tire her out. After all he was no stranger to running either. You had to if you didn't want to be killed in a place like this after a prank.
By this time most of the students seemed to be back in class. Though there were of course always the stragglers that were trying to get every moment of freedom that they could. And those with a free period to blow just hanging out. He could only assume she was on her free period or lunch because such a goody-good wasn't likely to be ditching class to chase after a trouble maker like Andrew. Unless of course she had a less then "pure" side. He hoped for her sake she did or else she would probably just be another boring honor roll wannabe. And he hated them.
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Post by dante on Mar 22, 2007 4:03:47 GMT 1
"Feck school." a very gloomy looking teenage male could be heard mumbling under his mouth. He sighed lightly as he placed his thumb, index finger, and middle finger on his forehead, rubbing it gently as his thoughts ran else where,
'Man I wish I could just start fighting already rather than go too school... it's a hell of a lot more fun.' he thought as he cranked his neck a bit and readjusted the single strap he was holding his backpack by. His eyes slowly looked over to the side as he continued to walk forward with no set direction really now that he was in his own realm of thougths. Regardless, those dark orange orbs would simply take in the surrondings, noticing that the campus was more or less rather plain and ugly. Granted looks didn't impress him much, it would have been nice to have something to check out,
"Oh well, I am not here to look at stuff, I am here to learn I guess." he grumbled under his breath as he slowly looked at the watch he had decided to put on his wrist today...,
"SHIT!" he screamed, noticing he was extremely late for his first class. Immediately, the brown, spiky haired boy shot off like a rocket, his arms swinging madly as his legs went as fast as they could carry the 200lb + boy. As his feet traveled forward at startling speeds for a man his size, slowly his head would turn back to see what was in front of him... and it just so happened to be another teenage boy with brown and messy hair running at quite a high velocity. Though the thing was, the boy was facing a different direction than Dante, thus making a collision between them like a pair of perpendicular lines crossing each other. Now due to the fact that the brown messy haired kid was facing a different direction, the chances of him having spotted Dante in time were slim at best, even through prepherial vision. To add on, Dante was only just deciding to try and stop himself when he was about 2 feet away, an amount of distance that wouldn't be enough to make a complete stop before collision.
Assuming Dante crashes into the messy haired teenager, the one in question would fall to the ground roughly along with Dante, taking most of the damage from the fall. After crashing, Dante would quickly pick himself up, grunting lightly as he extended his right hand out to help the prankster up,
"Sorry about that, was in a rush. If there is anyway I can make it up to you please tell me quickly." Dante explained without a second of hesitation, oblivious to the other two people that had been running along with the boy as well.
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Post by Nathan Branigan on Mar 26, 2007 0:15:25 GMT 1
As soon as Nathan challenged the running student to a race he took off at full speed without looking back. After a few seconds of racing, he noticed some girl shoot right past them. He then saw he suddenly stop and pull her leg out to try and trip the other student. While at first he was upset, thinking that the race was ruined, he then turned to taunt his competitor.
"I'm gonna kick your slow ass now man!!!Hahahahahaaaa!"
It was right after he said this that he noticed the student wasn't next to him. This was very puzzling seeing as how he had kept up with Nathan before. So he started to slow down until at a quick race so that he wouldn't crash into the girl or anyone else. Nathan then turned around to see his competitor and some other student on the ground, having obviously collided. The race was over, he could finish knowing that he had an unfair advantage. So he sprinted over to the other student and someone who seemed slightly familiar. Once he got close up he realized that it was someone he had met before that had run into his fellow sprinter.
"Hey man, are you alright? You need to get up so we can start a fair race. I wanna bet for fair not with you knocked on the ground."
He then looked to the girl farther ahead. "Hey girl, wanna race? I bet I can beat all three of you no problem!" Nathan said waving with his left arm and amplifying his voice using his right hand as a primitive mega phone.
ooc: sorry about the short length
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Post by charlotte on Mar 27, 2007 1:02:34 GMT 1
Charlotte gave an exhilerated laugh (mostly unintentional .. it just slipped out, I swear!) as sank her weight back on one leg, pivoting and springing off like a shot, sprinting, wieght foward, straight in the direction that the original troublemaker had ran. Noting his quick dodges and obvious running experience, she pounced foward, swerving past him yet again and offering a half-sneering, half-light hearted smirk as she blew past him, continuing on without a second glance.
He was fast, she gave him that, but not as fast as half the track team, whom she didn't join, but found herself watching practice every now and then. Of course, she didn't think half the track team was all that fast ...
She skidded to a quick jump stop, yanking her glasses off and silently cursing the bagel she had eaten only minutes before. Then, as sudden as her stop had been, she was off once more, not noticing the absence of the troublemaker behind her.
From up ahead, the wind pushing her hair back behind her, she heard the other student, the one who had joined in the chase, saying:
"Hey girl, wanna race? I bet I can beat all three of you no problem!"
The corner of her lip curled into a grin and she pushed foward again, shooting past the boy and not slowing her sprint.
There was, of course, no reason for her change in spirits, but perhaps something had changed in her after all ... maybe Hircine was drawing out her introversion like poison from a wound. Whatever the case, she only kept on sprinting, revelling fully in the sensation, loosing herself in the motion of the wind, the rising swell of her lungs, the exhilerating breath of fresh air, as she hoped that the student had taken her sprint past him as a yes to his challenge of a race.
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