Post by William Fletcher on Apr 29, 2007 6:36:29 GMT 1
ooc: Yeah, I know this was previously posted in the cafeteria, but I could do with more exposure, I suppose.
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The young man strafed along the cafeteria line, his palm reaching out along the way here and there to pluck things from serving baskets and trays, before he stopped in front of the register at the end. The portly lady's eyes skimmed over his choices, taking a moment to do the math before tapping the buttons on the register with a light smile.
"Six dollars, eighty-five cents please."
Handing her the money to exact change, counting a few of the coins and setting them in her palm along with the five, he returned the smile politely and moved through the cafeteria with little attention to anyone else. It had been clear over the last week, though only rumours could emerge, that he had been targetting football players in vicious attacks. The first had been found in the bathrooms, badly injured and covered in blood. The paramedics, thankfully, reported that he'd suffered little more than a broken jaw and a cracked cheekbone.
'Likely from having his face slammed into a ceramic tile wall. Those things are unforgiving...'
The thought came with a touch of amusement to him as he paced past a few tables, completely aware of the eyes that peered at him. Whilst he doubted the football players he'd attacked as of late had been stupid enough to say anything, he was fairly certain that the first one would have made mention to confronting Will regarding the incident earlier in the week to his friends in the locker rooms. As such, whilst he was unable to be proven for anything, he was still regarded with a wide berth for the time being.
At least, he had been given that wide berth for the time being.
Sitting at the table he found a few of his closer friends sitting at, people he'd found to share the same outcast-ish nature as him in the school, he gave them a few smiles and how-are-you's before setting into his lunch. For the most part, he was a slow eater, liked to enjoy the taste of his food, and as such about half of the table had excused themselves away for other extra-curriculars before things started to get troublesome. A shadow over him as he ate caused him to stop in the middle of a mouthful of sandwich, swallow the bite and set it down on his tray.
"Unless ye're gonnae give me a hug, I suggest ye stop standin' behind me, pal."
Seemingly, it worked, and the shadow shifted to his side before stopping at the tables edge. Folded arms and a reasonable height, probably around the same as him, maybe an inch or two bigger, and a pretty pissed-off looking lad. Glancing over his shoulder, he sighed mildly at the football players table as the remnants of them simply looked over at him with a furious look. Of course they knew it was him. Nobody else had the mettle to try and take on the entire football team, even if it was one by one.
"Y'think you're some hot shit, don't you? Thought nobody would find out it was you...."
Glancing back to his front at the footballer who'd sat at the other side of the table opposite him after pushing aside one of his friends, Wills eyes narrowed just a margin before he set a calmer facade to the senior in front of him.
"I fail t'see what yer point is, if ye'll excuse me, I'm eatin' my lunch here. Piss off."
That seemed to be the cue for the mountain beside him, standing with his arms crossed, to react. Reaching down, he went to grab Wills tray, catching the end of it and tossing it on the floor. In the process, the Irishman had plucked the remnants of his sandwich from it beforehand, and set about taking another bite of it before it was knocked from his hand. Closing his eyes a moment and taking a deep breath, he exhaled slowly, calmly before looking straight ahead of him once again.
"Yer hearin' isn't the best, is it?"
"Fuck you, man. That guy you took out in the bathroom? He was one of our best players. His injuries will keep him out for half the season and even then he'll be benched until the end of the year!"
"Sounds like the teams in a crisis, eh?"
"Shut your fucking mouth, BILL!"
The second it left his lips, Will had reacted in anger. He hated the name being used, and as it was he was simply waiting for a chance to take a pop at the two. The larger, standing at his side and stopping him from getting out his chair into the aisle, would find the edge of a metal lunch tray shoot into his crotch, doubling him over before it was brought down, edge first once again, to the back of his head and sending his face into the table roughly, leaving him crumpled on the floor. Not bloodied or badly injured by any means, but the shot to his crotch would leave him on the floor for the time being.
Both men had quickly risen from their respective seats, but Will had reacted quicker to the other football player, ducking a punch and pulling him to the ground, pinning him down with his foot against his throat quickly. Football players, he'd quickly learned, took a lot of punishment. That much he would give them. But all that padding, all that protection, it made some of them sloppy and made them forget how hard it can feel to really be hit. Will was a big guy, a remarkably strong one at that, and as the footballer reached for his heel in an attempt to loosen the pressure, Will simply added more, weighting down on his pinning leg before the guy underfoot got the message.
"Let me make this very, very clear f'r ye, pal. Don't ever call me 'Bill' again. Now, ye're gonnae pay me f'r the mess you and yer big sidekick here did tae my lunch, an' apologise t' the nice folks at the table here."
"F-fuck y-"
He was halted in his words as Will drove his heel down just a touch heavier than he had before, causing a coughing fit from the guy before he eventually complied, raising his palms in surrender a moment.
"Alright, alright...I'm sorry. Here, there's ten bucks, that should cover your lunch, right...?"
His words were stuck to come easily, what with the pressure of a near-230lb Irishman standing on his neck, but he gave the right impression. Will stepped away from him, plucking the bill from his hand with a small smirk and approached the lunch line again. Most of them now stepped well away from him now, keeping that same wide berth he had wanted beforehand. Of course, not everyone was quite as accomodating to his needs, and someone was bound to approach him sooner or later. It remained to be seen how they'd react considering what he'd just done, but he was content to take it in stride at the moment...Paying for his foot again, the woman didn't give him the polite smile this time.
Surprise, surprise, of course.
Sitting back down at his table, he sighed calmly and went about eating once again...
ic:
The young man strafed along the cafeteria line, his palm reaching out along the way here and there to pluck things from serving baskets and trays, before he stopped in front of the register at the end. The portly lady's eyes skimmed over his choices, taking a moment to do the math before tapping the buttons on the register with a light smile.
"Six dollars, eighty-five cents please."
Handing her the money to exact change, counting a few of the coins and setting them in her palm along with the five, he returned the smile politely and moved through the cafeteria with little attention to anyone else. It had been clear over the last week, though only rumours could emerge, that he had been targetting football players in vicious attacks. The first had been found in the bathrooms, badly injured and covered in blood. The paramedics, thankfully, reported that he'd suffered little more than a broken jaw and a cracked cheekbone.
'Likely from having his face slammed into a ceramic tile wall. Those things are unforgiving...'
The thought came with a touch of amusement to him as he paced past a few tables, completely aware of the eyes that peered at him. Whilst he doubted the football players he'd attacked as of late had been stupid enough to say anything, he was fairly certain that the first one would have made mention to confronting Will regarding the incident earlier in the week to his friends in the locker rooms. As such, whilst he was unable to be proven for anything, he was still regarded with a wide berth for the time being.
At least, he had been given that wide berth for the time being.
Sitting at the table he found a few of his closer friends sitting at, people he'd found to share the same outcast-ish nature as him in the school, he gave them a few smiles and how-are-you's before setting into his lunch. For the most part, he was a slow eater, liked to enjoy the taste of his food, and as such about half of the table had excused themselves away for other extra-curriculars before things started to get troublesome. A shadow over him as he ate caused him to stop in the middle of a mouthful of sandwich, swallow the bite and set it down on his tray.
"Unless ye're gonnae give me a hug, I suggest ye stop standin' behind me, pal."
Seemingly, it worked, and the shadow shifted to his side before stopping at the tables edge. Folded arms and a reasonable height, probably around the same as him, maybe an inch or two bigger, and a pretty pissed-off looking lad. Glancing over his shoulder, he sighed mildly at the football players table as the remnants of them simply looked over at him with a furious look. Of course they knew it was him. Nobody else had the mettle to try and take on the entire football team, even if it was one by one.
"Y'think you're some hot shit, don't you? Thought nobody would find out it was you...."
Glancing back to his front at the footballer who'd sat at the other side of the table opposite him after pushing aside one of his friends, Wills eyes narrowed just a margin before he set a calmer facade to the senior in front of him.
"I fail t'see what yer point is, if ye'll excuse me, I'm eatin' my lunch here. Piss off."
That seemed to be the cue for the mountain beside him, standing with his arms crossed, to react. Reaching down, he went to grab Wills tray, catching the end of it and tossing it on the floor. In the process, the Irishman had plucked the remnants of his sandwich from it beforehand, and set about taking another bite of it before it was knocked from his hand. Closing his eyes a moment and taking a deep breath, he exhaled slowly, calmly before looking straight ahead of him once again.
"Yer hearin' isn't the best, is it?"
"Fuck you, man. That guy you took out in the bathroom? He was one of our best players. His injuries will keep him out for half the season and even then he'll be benched until the end of the year!"
"Sounds like the teams in a crisis, eh?"
"Shut your fucking mouth, BILL!"
The second it left his lips, Will had reacted in anger. He hated the name being used, and as it was he was simply waiting for a chance to take a pop at the two. The larger, standing at his side and stopping him from getting out his chair into the aisle, would find the edge of a metal lunch tray shoot into his crotch, doubling him over before it was brought down, edge first once again, to the back of his head and sending his face into the table roughly, leaving him crumpled on the floor. Not bloodied or badly injured by any means, but the shot to his crotch would leave him on the floor for the time being.
Both men had quickly risen from their respective seats, but Will had reacted quicker to the other football player, ducking a punch and pulling him to the ground, pinning him down with his foot against his throat quickly. Football players, he'd quickly learned, took a lot of punishment. That much he would give them. But all that padding, all that protection, it made some of them sloppy and made them forget how hard it can feel to really be hit. Will was a big guy, a remarkably strong one at that, and as the footballer reached for his heel in an attempt to loosen the pressure, Will simply added more, weighting down on his pinning leg before the guy underfoot got the message.
"Let me make this very, very clear f'r ye, pal. Don't ever call me 'Bill' again. Now, ye're gonnae pay me f'r the mess you and yer big sidekick here did tae my lunch, an' apologise t' the nice folks at the table here."
"F-fuck y-"
He was halted in his words as Will drove his heel down just a touch heavier than he had before, causing a coughing fit from the guy before he eventually complied, raising his palms in surrender a moment.
"Alright, alright...I'm sorry. Here, there's ten bucks, that should cover your lunch, right...?"
His words were stuck to come easily, what with the pressure of a near-230lb Irishman standing on his neck, but he gave the right impression. Will stepped away from him, plucking the bill from his hand with a small smirk and approached the lunch line again. Most of them now stepped well away from him now, keeping that same wide berth he had wanted beforehand. Of course, not everyone was quite as accomodating to his needs, and someone was bound to approach him sooner or later. It remained to be seen how they'd react considering what he'd just done, but he was content to take it in stride at the moment...Paying for his foot again, the woman didn't give him the polite smile this time.
Surprise, surprise, of course.
Sitting back down at his table, he sighed calmly and went about eating once again...
