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Post by #Emily# on Jun 12, 2010 23:00:06 GMT -5
Prologue: Ever woke up wondering dreaming about what if's?
Well that's a daily occurrence for me... I would tell you my name but as it i I would might have to kill you. What i can tell you is limited and that everything in Los Angeles will be stirredwithin it's communtiies. Riots are breaking out and deat will undoubtly take its toll.
Sadly there isn't a way to escape this one hell... this one hell where spit fire balls will crash into flesh bury into souls that will uncover tears that will burn as they slide against skin...
That's what life will become and out president will sit by and watch us die. That's why I'm here.
I kill.
I eat.
I sleep.
I fail school. |
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Post by #Emily# on Jun 12, 2010 23:26:46 GMT -5
Stretching out on a desk it was hard to believe that he was here. Even harder to believe that he had the guts to appear after slipping out on the teacher and insulting her apparently in some random foreign language that no one knew, not even the teacher but she claimed it not like this kid gave a care.
The young man was aloof as he lay out across the table slouching over it ignoring this lesson once again. Unlike some kids he wasn't trying to be that cool guy to not do anything and barely pas. He didn't pass because he didn't want to.
The teen aged boy had orange hair with tips dyed black, he eyelids hid his eye from the world as he slept. The black hair contrasted off of his pale complexion. Which slid off to the fact of clothes... he wasn't found of taking off his shirt, maybe it was because his six pack or the young hormonal girl practically raping him with there eyes alone.
So serious clothes statement went on a white dress shirt rolled up to his elbows buttoned up loosely. A tie that is also loosely hanging of the neck. What slid down from the shirt was a pair of skinny legs tightly hugged by black skinny jeans chain complete well for how long is the question.
*SLAM*
Barely glancing up at the wench the orange haired lazy boy sent daggers at his teacher.
"Mr. Skulls, this isn't the time to be fooling around" she shrieked. Annoyed the orange haired man known know as Skulls peered up at the old woman with gray hair glared right back as the dazzling obsidian eyes gleamed.
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Post by gweezil on Jun 12, 2010 23:44:11 GMT -5
Walking down the hallway with a piece of paper that was supposed to be telling him about his classes, but was no help at all, Jack was getting royally pissed off. Not that you'd be able to tell. you have to be good at hiding your emotions where he comes from.
Finally, he found the right door. He was only late by, what, fifteen, twenty minutes? And he had wanted to make a big noticable entrance. Darn. He stood in front of the door, steeling himself for the horror of what he was about to do, and took a deep breath. Then, he reached out and opened the door.
As he was walking in, there was a sudden *SLAM!* Jack ducked at the loud noise, tripping in the process. When he looked up, all eyes where on him. "Uh I'm s-sorry. I-I'm a new st-student." He was glad he had left his hair long despite too many reasons to cut it off. It was nice to have something to hide behind.
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Post by #Emily# on Jun 13, 2010 0:00:02 GMT -5
Skulls ignored the newcomer not really caring but since when has he ever cared about a new student? Or rather any student. He continued to glare at the teacher for a few more seconds as she flustered herself while dealing with the new student. Laying his head back down on he desk he tried finding a peaceful settlement in his mind so sleep could conquer once again, but that would be too easy, now wouldn't it?
"Skulls," snapped the enraged female as he grunted as a response. "the new classmate Jack will be sitting by you hopefully you'll learn from him..." She growled as she pointed out t open seat next to Skulls on either side of him.
Lazy eyes scanned over the kid knowing it was just another smart ass more than likely given him a few days that seat will be empty again... which ever seat he chooses. It was annoying a brat like a lot of students here but Skulls didn't dare to know any of them to many liabilities. he rested his head down again going to listen to a useless lecture once again.
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Post by gweezil on Jun 13, 2010 0:33:13 GMT -5
Jack decided that he did not like this teacher. She seemed way too high-strung for his tastes. Also, the fact that she thought it okay to poke at her students in such an unprofessional manner AND in front of the rest of the class made him angry. He didn't know or care what the boy may or may not have done to 'deserve' it, she was still an adult and a proffesional, and she should not be taking it out on that student.
Jack quickly made his way to the back of the room, not making eye-contact with anyone. He sincerely hoped that this kid would not expect anything from him, because Jack knew that if he did, he was going to be sorely dissappointed. He sat down into one of the proffered chairs and pulled out his notebook.
He opened to a clean page and started writing. One of the reasons people thought he was so smart is that he remembers everything he sees or hears. Photo/phonographic memory. That's what the documentary he watched at school said. It also said it was rare to have both. Jack was drawing a scene from the show he saw last year when he was babysitting his neighboor. Her parents are hippies, and named her Apple. She's a cute kid.
As Jack drew, he secretly studied the rest of the calss through his hair. These people seemed more cliquey than his last school, which was saying something. Everyone in this class looked like they could figuratively eat him alive. He didn't like it.
When he finished the drawing, he leaned back in the chair and closed his eyes. He winced the tiniest bit at the twinge he felt in his side at moving, but ignored it. He's had worse.
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Post by #Emily# on Jun 13, 2010 7:44:03 GMT -5
The orange haired male had expected something of the nature of the smart kid to bug him about anything in this moment which was mainly this school but instead he didn't. A hint of amusement spread like wild fire in the young males mind but he didn't show that. He didn't care what the other kid did. Or at least everyone in this school. Sometimes it's a wonder how this education system worked for kids like him... More than likely it was set up for him to fail as well as his other peers.
He heard a chair squeak as his new sitting buddy sat besides him, but there was another movement besides the logical one that made the shift. He couldn't tell. The teacher was rambling again.... That was normal.
Lifting up his head, he leaned it against his right hand hand glancing at the clock while thinking an atom bomb could just magically appear. That wouldn't happen though why should it? He knew that idea was beyond observed but still it was an intriguing image in his head.
As morbid as that thought seemed it was tied to many of tings going on in the class room while the teacher spoke. He noticed that the bitch asked the new kid a question about world war two. That time period could be known and lived as hell.
"Jack," boomed the teacher's voice, "When did Rasputin take over France and explain the mission of D-Day."
It was painfully obvious to Skulls that the teacher knew that this kid was smart and that also she wanted to see some of that skill. What Skulls knew was that the kid would get the dammed question right and get superiority complex in this class, what a kiss ass teacher.
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Post by gweezil on Jun 13, 2010 8:13:41 GMT -5
Jack cracked an eye open to regard the teacher. She had to be joking. When he saw she wasn't, he opened the other eye and actually put his head up. He was shocked. This woman was going from unproffesional to barbaric. She is being paid to teach this kids about the history of the world, and here she is, not even knowing her facts.
As he considered how to answer her, he was staring at her with a look that would make anyone uncomfortable. He also noticed in his peripheral vision that the rest of the class was watching him. He desperatly wanted to blush, but did not allow himself the luxury.
Shifting forward in his seat, Jack said in a very quiet, but very clear voice, "I'm s-sorry, I cannot answer that qu-question. Rasputen was nowhere near France, he was b-busy causing the Russian Revolution with Tzar Nickolas's w-wife." Jack made sure his hair covered his face at the end of his statement. The stupid woman was probably expecting some snivelly little smart kid who was going to start sucking up too her the second he walked in. She was going to be sorely mistaken.
Jack had always gotten straight A's. He was not a good student by any means. He did not listen to authority very well. The only reason he was at school was so that he could get an education, a high-paying job, and a ticket away from his home. Teachers loved him and hated him at the same time. They expected WAY too much from him. They thought they could give him extra assignments when he couldn't do anything at home, and was forced to do all his homework on the way to and from school, or stay after, or go to the library, bth of which get him in a lot of trouble at home. He always refused these assignments, often getting in trouble with the teacher in the process. The teachers thought he was a genius, why couldn't they see he was just a freak of nature?
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Post by #Emily# on Jun 13, 2010 8:41:03 GMT -5
Skulls chuckled the wench got owned. This guy apparently had a sense of humor that could be good sometimes not all the time though. The teacher sent a glare up at him as he stood up doing so the bell had rung and he was off to his next class muttering nothing about the homework assignment because he could do that in his sleep not like he would. His priorities were in a different place.
But as soon as he stepped a foot out the room the bitch called "Jack and Skulls I need to see you after class..." Skulls turned around giving her the 'Are you fucking serious look'. Apparently she was seeing as she wiggled her pointer finger to get his ass back in the room.
A heavy sigh heaved from his lungs as he walked back inside watching the other students pour out, whispering insults at him as he continued to ignore the living crap out of them.
He turned to the teacher and noted that he was left with the new genius and the suck up bitch. Oh this was going to be great~
The teacher waved Jack to come down and closed the door. "Jack, I need you to tutor this young man. HIs straight F's are pulling down this classes grades and students have decided he needs a tutor. So since you are the genius of the class room than you may tutor him." She walked over to her desk leaving Skulls highly annoyed. Coming back she handed them both a paper from the super attendant. Skulls scanned over it repeating in his normal voice which was silky smooth. "they are ordering to teach me?"
"Good job, Skulls I was wondering if you could even read!"
"Well thanks but no thanks."
"If you refuse We can always send this home to both of your parents and then they can de---"
"Never mind, when, where and time," growled out the orange haired man.
"Everyday after school 3:30 to at least 4:30, Jack" She replied looking at Jack the 'responsible' one of the two. "Also if we see improvement in the next few weeks and that improvement stays then you can get out of tutoring Jack and Skulls. The improvement must stay otherwise tutoring will come back to both of you worse though. "
She smiled as Skulls almost literally pulled the concealed gun on her but managed to control himself not to.
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Post by gweezil on Jun 13, 2010 9:01:28 GMT -5
Jack was pissed. Again. This dumb, stuck-up teacher expected him to tudor some kid he doesn't know? How was he supposed to do that? She wanted him every day after school? He was going to be destroyed. This Skulls kid better not take long to raise his grades, or so help him! Jack may be small, but he could at least get a few good hits in before this guys took him down. And hey, maybe he'll just kill him and get it over with. That'd be nice.
Jack rolled his eyes behind his hair and said "W-which subject n-needs f-fixing?" Maybe it was just something simple like not understanding the history material or something. That would be nice.
The late bell rang, again, the loud, sudden noise making him flinch. Luckily, the stupid teacher didn't notice. He didn't know if the Skulls kid did, but if he did, hopefully he would just think it was annoyance at being late, again. Sudden noises at his house were never good, unless they were the thump of someone passing out on the floor. Usually, they weren't.
Just thinking about home made Jack wrap his arms around his torso. It still hurt. The bruises probably weren't even purple yet, or they were very purple.
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Post by #Emily# on Jun 13, 2010 9:19:28 GMT -5
"it's on your list luckily for the two of you, your schedules are the exact same. Now get of to your next class you two," the teacher ushered the two of them out of the room. The door was slammed once the two of them were out of the fucking room.
An emotionless mask had it's place on the orange haired fiend. He glanced at the back haired kid named Jack... He seemed more like a whiskey than anything else. The kid was hiding something and judging by his protective pose he was afraid. Crumbling his sheet that he was handed he started walking away.
It was best that he leaved now and not bugged his next hour teacher. That teacher seemed like he cared almost.... He didn't want to deal with that bull crap today. Nor this lost puppy kid.
He had other things to do worse things to do that were needed to be done, it didn't matter who didn't like it or who did. As long as it got him the money... He had to pay back her somehow... She needed a better life.
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Post by gweezil on Jun 13, 2010 9:39:22 GMT -5
Jack followed the taller boy out of the classroom. He closed the door behind him and watched the other boy. If he was going to class, Jack would follow. If not, and it didn't look promising, he would try to find his own way. Jack assesed him for a second, decided he probably wasn't going to class, and headed in the opposite direction. Turning the corner that was right next to the classroom, he felt two pairs of hands grab him.
He let out a yelp and struggled, but these were big people. The hands pulled him into an unused classroom and deposited unceremoniously onto the hard floor. His body was screaming at him for the abuse it was recieving on top of that which he already had.
Jack looked up at his assailents from the floor. He had long ago learned that if you aren't actively fighting back, staying down was your best option. There were three large blockheads towering over him. They must have been good at whatever sport they played, because they had the airs of stupid authority.
The biggest sneered down at him and said, "What's wrong, you filthy homo? Can't get up? Or do you like it down there?" Jack secretly rolled his eyes. Why did everyone assume he was gay? Was it literally written on his forehead? Jack had a sudden thought that almost made him laugh. Steriotypical bullies. He thought they were a myth.
The ghost of an ironic smile graced his face while he waited for them to begin the beating.
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Post by #Emily# on Jun 13, 2010 9:51:44 GMT -5
Skulls turned behind him as he heard a yelp. A smirk appeared on his face. Punching bags? Maybe he had no clue stepping into the class room finding three football jocks.
A smirks appeared on his face as his obsidian eyes still remained in there lazy composure. Throwing the paper ball at the biggest dick of the season ie; the one in the middle. "Yo, butterfly toes , I know your dick is ever so much more smaller than your boasting ego. So don't pick on the dike. I'm more worthy of a fight with you three bitches than he does. You wanna piss on someone try pissing on me."
Skulls leaned against the door nonchalantly wondering what the hell the three would try more than likely to beat the fucking pulp out of him good luck. He's the one who has more than likely more fighting experience. He thought of something else quickly and let it fly out of his smooth talking mouth.
"Also if you love, Ms. Beck so much I'm surprised you haven't fucked her. Oh wait, you have so you don't fail~"
It wasn't hard to tell what each teachers did illegal and that was hers it didn't help that she had offered it to him and that the white residue left on his desk what they had been doing. He was just lucky he could clean the desk every morning.
"So what'cha gonna do about it pansies~"
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Post by gweezil on Jun 14, 2010 22:49:25 GMT -5
Jack noticed that he wasn't being pounded into a pulp and looked around. What he saw was the three gorillas (whom he had done nothing to, by the way), looking at the kid called Skulls. Jack was grateful that he was distracting them, but he was going to get his butt whupped. They were much bigger than him. AND they were most likely on steroids.
The leader, Trent, (ooc: just the first name that came to mind. it can be changed. also, you can control them too, cuz its easier to write a fight scene w/ both parties, & i hate writing them.), practically growled. Stepping forward, kicking Jack is the ribs (HARD) as he went, he looked Skulls up and down and evaluated him. The boy's insult, though true, pissed him off.
"My boys here are going to hammer you into the ground while I beat some welcoming lessons into this little homo. How does that sound, stupid?" He delivered another kick to Jack on 'this,' this time to his abused stomach.
Jack whimpered from his place on the ground. There were bruises there that were only just starting to heal. He still felt bad for the other boy, and sent him a remorseful, guilty look. It was Jack's fault. Skulls had come to help him. What he didn't know was that Jack was used to this and would be fine. He, on the other hand, was about to be attacked by two very large teenagers. Jack just hoped Skulls wouldn't need a stretcher.
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Post by #Emily# on Jun 14, 2010 23:07:48 GMT -5
Skulls cracked his knuckles before instantly diving into the fight between Fred and Ben. He didn't give a rats ass at this point. One tried to grab him but he easily evaded and hit a sensitive spot on his neck knocking him out cold. Fred had hesitated before launching another attack which only resulted him in being flipped, knocking the wind out of his lungs. Skulls stepped down on his throat lightly and slowly counted to make sure this idiot would be knocked out to but since he struggled he passed out a lot quicker from the lack of air.
"Hey, you pussy that was nothing. If you truly are 'scary' show me how you do gore," the thinner male challenged smirking whilst doing so preparing himself for a beat down.
He wasn't dumb, nor reckless he had to give a reason to beat those two up and if Trent attacked him than it showed liable cause. Skulls and Whiskey would be victims and no one would believe them.
Trent growled ignoring the orange haired brat picking up the little homo. Setting the bastard on his feet to send a punch into him only to feel his fist caught. Eyes flared wildly as he glanced over to see Skulls.
Skulls caught the flying fist before it was even close to making contact. he caught it at a weird angle stretching some muscles but not like he cared.
"Tutor, get out and get some help would ya?" demanded Skulls not even looking at him. He caught the other fist and held a tight grip on the football player as he waited for this kid to do it. He had a rep and currently he still hated being hit around.
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Post by gweezil on Jun 14, 2010 23:23:00 GMT -5
When he was stood on his feet, Jack knew what was coming. He closed his eyes and unwillingly tensed, waiting for it. Again, nothing happened. He opened his eyes right before he was dropped onto the ground. Seeing Skulls in one piece was quite spirit-lifting.
When Skulls told him to go get help, he nodded and got up gingerly from the floor. He walked toward the door and saw the other two on the gound. It shocked him a little, but Trent was the biggest and most dangerous, so he hurried out the door.
Looking around, Jack spotted a cool and kind-looking old janitor(think House's looks.hes a bit nicer than him, though.). He slightly jogged toward him and said "E-excuse me! W-we need s-some h-elp, p-please!" When the janitor saw him pointing at the room, he headed toward it, rolling up his sleeves as he went. As he passed Jack, he said, "Are you alright, son?" Jack only nodded and followed into the room.
The janitor walked in, took stock of the situation, and said in a commanding voice, "Stop! What is going on?"
(I know its short, but im tired and being creeped on again. im goin to bed. gnight, ily!!!)
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