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Post by Hana Kapi on Mar 11, 2010 19:01:40 GMT -5
OOC: So I sat here for a while, staring at this post, wondering what in all screaming hells was wrong with me, the I remembered that this is supposed to be fun so... Here is my first post, I'm aware I deserve a bricking >A<;Well, this was fun. Not everyone ends a peaceful day with blood in their mouth.
Calm down, Hana, calm down, it's not worth it-SHE PUNCHED ME-just be calm, walk away-PUNCHED ME IN THE MOUTH-it's okay, it's okay, nothing big, your teeth just cut your lip is all-I WANT TO PUNCH HER TOO!!
Hana's last class of the day was gym. She liked that. Not the class itself. Afer thinking and thinking and thinking all day in her other classes, she could shut off her brain and just run around for the teacher. Ah taking a bath afterward sounded good too. With bubbles! Yay! But anyway, gym class. Usually the guys and the girls were separated. Today, for reasons she did not pay attention to, this was not the case. It was co-ed. Well, sort of. The guys played basketball on one side of hte gym while the girls did some routine exercises on the other side. Hana had stopped doing sit-ups for a moment to watch the guys. One of them ran, dribbling the ball, made a leap for the basket, and performed a rather impressive slam dunk.
Naturally such an action called for congratulations. Hana threw her arms up in the air and let out a shout, "Yeah! Way to go, hot shot!" watched for a moment as they celebrated earning a point for their team received a funny look or two, then laid back and continued her sit-ups.
It as not until after school that she realized how stupid that was. She never did pay much attention to who was with who, and apparently the who that was with the slam-dunk guy was a very, very jealous girl. Shouting such a thing means she's interested in him means she should be punched in the mouth. It's simple math, Hana! Logic! Duh!
She was barely even off of school grounds before she received her 'punishment'. Four other girls stood before her, one shaking her now-sore fist while verbally abusing her. Let her know that's not the guy for her... in so many more colorful words. When things like this happen, just walk away, right? Everyone. Walk away, ignore, just go back to what you were doing.
Hana took a deep breath through her nose, turned, started walking.
"That's right, keep walking!"
I HATE HER AGH!!
Hana whirled around and lunged at her. Either one of them was expecting this, or at least reacted quickly. One of her arms was grabbed, fingernails digging in. That was okay, she still had another arm. She gave a good swing, fist meeting cheek, before the other two decided to help out, grabbing at her and pulling her back. Oops, four to one...
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Post by Stanley Milkovich on Mar 11, 2010 20:10:23 GMT -5
Fuck Afternoons. Fuck 'em with something hard and spiky.
Stanley was making his way downtown to buy another pack of cigarettes, his very last precious cancer stick fit snugly between his lips. Unlit, he wanted to savor the taste on his way back knowing he'd have some once he got home. Of course he had to pass the high school to reach where he wanted to go. Ugh. High School. No fond memories there. None of that happy nostalgic crap. Nope... He didn't even want to think about the times he was packed into the car with his 5 other foster siblings that went to high school the same time he did. Fuck Family. Fuck Afternoons. Fuck High School.
The male snarled to himself as he continued his way, only to see a group of girls surrounding another one. Familiar scene. Stanley used to get in fights but he had never seen girls fight like this. The corner of his lip twitched, displaying the disturbed feeling growing in the pit of his stomach. Girls... became ladies. These girls were no way ACTING like ladies...so what the fuck?! Would he have to teach them all a lesson? Don't interfere.. don't interfere.
He began to walk past the group until he caught glimpse of the one being targeted. Something, something deep down told him to help. A throbbing, terrible, painful pulse in his chest.
Oh yeah..that was his heart, huh?
"Well well well, if it isn't a pack of prepubescent skanks pickin' on the runt." Stanley said to the group with a twisted grin and a growling laugh in his voice. The boy placed his hands on his hips and leaned forward, twirling the cigarette in his mouth with his tongue only to bite at the end. "Four to one doesn't seem like a fair fight." he said while rolling up his sleeve and giving them the most menacing grin he could manage. "Why dontcha pick on someone your own size... not height-wise of course but I'm about the same vertically as you are horizontally."
Of course it was a bluff, Stanley would never beat up on high school girls... but he began to realize his choice words weren't the most cleverly picked out. He had to remember that high school girls were very much like wild animals trapped in cages. If let out they'll spring out and rip through your jugular vein without any hesitance or mercy... It all depended on the buttons pushed - whether it be insulting a particular ugly article of clothing or in this case pointing out their physical deficiencies... even if it was slightly exaggerated. He leaned in a bit closer in to deliver a low whisper.
"I just called you all fat..."
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lyrics» such horrible things - creature feature
ooc» don't beat yourself up Neg <333 you know ILUUU
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Post by Hana Kapi on Mar 12, 2010 16:36:52 GMT -5
(OOC: danke, Nicky >< <3)Seeing some punk looking at them like that--giving them that creepy grin and rolling up his sleeve--two of the girls decided that that was not worth sticking around for and ran, releasing Hana as a result. She was no longer focused on trying to hurt anybody, though. Now all she did was stare at the ground. The ground was solid, she could feel it with her feet. Two girls had just ran away. She could no longer feel their hands on her. She could hear the sounds of their feet hitting the ground as they ran, small shouts following after them. But what good was her hearing? She could also hear someone talking. Insulting them. Really? Really? Was there really someone there, or was she just really, really hoping someone was?
She turned her head. There was seriously someone standing right there. Some guy. At the moment she could not really focus on how he looked so much as she focused on the fact that he was there. Not just there, but talking. For her. Against them. For them to stop. Malfunction! Random stranger helping some girl they don't know. Really? Really??
It's like it's some kind of fairy tale or something.
At his low whisper, she could not stop herself from gurgling up a laugh. A bit of the blood and saliva she had not spit out sputtered out onto her lip and slid down her chin. That was funny.
The girl who had punched her did not agree, however. Hana did not exactly see her reaction, but she heard a weird croaking noise, like she was going to say something, then a strange squeal and the sound of feet hitting the ground. In short, she started crying and ran. Insecure.
Now there was only one girl left. This time Hana looked at her. She looked rather pissed. For the shortest of moments their eyes met, and then Hana found herself being shoved roughly away. She stumbled and nearly fell, but managed to just barely keep to her feet.
"Fine, take her then, friggen pedo," the girl snapped, flipping him off while backing up.
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Post by Stanley Milkovich on Mar 12, 2010 17:32:30 GMT -5
A sick, pleased grin curled along the corners of the young man’s lips. That’s right, run you little fuckers. He snickered through his bared teeth as he watched the first two run and the fatso follow behind in tears. He glanced over at the target girl, his brows furrowing in amusement as she sputtered out a bloody laugh. It was cute…artsy in a weird, twisted way. He liked it. For a few seconds anyway before taking his time admiring the trickle of blood going down her lip to the little bitch that was flicking his off and accusing him of being a pedophile.
A brow quirked and the sick grin drawn upon his features somehow became even more twisted. The bird huh? Oh this kid knew nothing about derogatory gestures… she picked the wrong guy to flip off… especially since Stanley was very well educated about naughty gestures. Heh. HEH. His eye did its signature twitch before reaching down along his waistline and plucking open the button holding his pants together. He then turned his back on the girl, reaching down along his waist band of his boxers so he was now holding both them in his jeans in one tight grip and bent over. In one fluid movement he slid the boxers off his backside and began to shake his bare bottom at the girl who had just flicked him off. “PBBBBTT!” he raspberried at her only to explode into a fit of laughter.
Yeah…that’ll teach you to mess with Stanley the Manly. Hehehehheeh!
After he was sure that would have scared her off he pulled his pants back up to his waist to secure them into place. He glanced over at Hana for only a moment before saluting at her while chewing hard on his cigarette. He dropped his hands to his side as he couldn’t’ really help but sneer at her. Stupid kids getting into stupid trouble. “You alive?” he growled to himself before stuffing his hands into his pockets.
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lyrics» such horrible things - creature feature
ooc» erm...yup... this was definitely a first for me in roleplay <XDD!
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Post by Hana Kapi on Mar 13, 2010 1:57:05 GMT -5
Hana blinked hard, watching the girl run. Did that seriously just happen?
"You alive?"
Hana considered this question for a moment, letting out another short laugh, though this one was not a happy one. More like a short release of air that was not quiet a cough and not quite a sob. This caused a little more spit and blood to dribble down her chin. She bowed her head slightly, rubbing at one eye. She doesn't bother wiping at her mouth. I'm a vampire. Hahaha. "Was Dracula alive?" She shook her head quickly. That's not what she's supposed to say, she's supposed to keep silly, stupid thoughts like that to herself.
She opened her mouth and, again, that not-quite-a-cough-not-quite-a-sob sputtered out her her. This time it was accompanied by a sting in her eyes. Oh. Oh crap. Was she really going to friggen cry? It was as though the mere realization was what opened the floodgates. Her throat tightened and she grimaced, eyes watering over. She let out a choke, but quickly wiped at her eyes. Darnit darnit darinit, she's not supposed to cry! "I'm fine," she uttered. She really was fine, she only had a cut lip. A few scratches on her arms from their nails digging in, but otherwise he came just in time. Like a...
She looked up at him, finally focusing on what he looked like.
Hero~
Cue the cheesy music and butterflies. Now if only there weren't spit and blood on her face along with snot about ready to come out of her nose. She rubbed at her eyes and swiped her nose. "Thank you... |
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Post by Stanley Milkovich on Mar 13, 2010 2:23:09 GMT -5
Dracula? What? Stanley quirked a brow at her as he watched her spit up more blood. “You didn’t bite your tongue didja?” he asked her, for the first time sounding genuinely concerned. Great. That’s the last thing he needed was this chick to die of blood loss and have him be the only one to had witnessed it. Jesus. The male rolled his eyes to himself. He was wondering if the other girl was going to report him to the police for mooning her. Great. One count of public indecency and another of assisted murder. Or…something like that. Whatever. It didn’t matter to him, since when did the law worry him?
He heard her make that weird squeaky chokey noise people made before they began to cry. What?! No--. God no. He’d rather get arrested than to have been in the presence of a crying girl. Goddammit. Why did all the weird shit happen to him? “Stop it, stop it.” he said to her with a gentle growl, moving over to her and pulling down his sleeve. “You’re not dyin’.” he grumbled while he pulled his sleeve of his jacket over his hand and wiped the blood off her lip with it. “You better not have aids.”
Stanley pulled his wrist away and rolled up the cuff of his sleeve so that the blood wouldn’t touch his skin. “Yeah. It was just a cut. You’re fine.” Why was he being so fatherly? Brotherly? Whatever it was it was probably due to his upbringing being around hundreds of little kids. He ignored her thanks and stood back, placing his hands in his pockets once again. “ So whatdja do to piss ‘em off?” Did he really care? He saw a bit of his younger bullied self in her, so he felt like he had to take some sort of responsibility for the whole thing.
Fuckin’ Conscience.
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lyrics» such horrible things - creature feature
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Post by Hana Kapi on Mar 14, 2010 11:57:07 GMT -5
She stopped wiping at her eyes so she could watch him. The Hero was wiping at her mouth, cleaning up her blood and spit. It was already starting to clot up, so the bleeding was slowing considerably. Why was he being so nice to her? Well, he wasn't really talking to her very nicely, but his actions were not exactly cruel. They did not really know each other at all.
Maybe she had been sent a guardian angel! HAHAHAHAH! Yeah right. That would be cool.
Hana shrugged. She herself could not quite recall what it was that had set the girl off. "She thought I wanted a guy that she wanted? I forget." Wanted. Like owning. People aren't supposed to be owned.
She quickly wiped at another stray tear. Darn it, why was she even crying? He was right, she was not dying. Just a cut. And she was pretty confidant she did not have aids so he was safe too.
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