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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Oct 4, 2012 16:49:35 GMT -8
Come all ye Jock-ish! (Jock itch?) Thousands of feet of space beckon thee, more than the entire rest of the school combined! PHS boasts a tennis court, track replete with goal posts and grandstand and bleachers, and a only slightly muddy baseball/softball field. Don't forget the indoor wrestling/basketball court! The school is yours!
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Oct 30, 2012 15:36:56 GMT -8
A greasy, fatigue jacketed figure stood alone on an empty field next to the bleachers. Various oddly shaped and strange looking individuals shambled toward their pole-thin messiah. Richie- "Crazy shit guys... everything's gone to hell, and not all in entirely bad ways." Tiny Jessica Hiddle stood closely to the great bulk of Jesse Bagger, and Albert looked alternately confused, and bored.
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Post by kilnarak on Oct 30, 2012 18:05:46 GMT -8
Leon skulked out to the bleachers, following the note he had received earlier (and thus heeding Richie's call). He padded up to the group of rejects, hands shoved in his pockets, and moved to stand near Albert. "Seriously, what the hell's going on with those lists and shit?"
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Oct 30, 2012 18:11:21 GMT -8
Richie- "Hahaha man. You should see everyone flipping their shit. All those pretty art kids crying a tear into their strawberry milkshakes. It's cute." Albert- "Don't tell me you helped with that. Those girls *are* cute, and it ain't right to mess with girls." Jesse- "Tch. Pussy." Jessica- (Almost inaudible) "Heeheehee..." Richie- "I dunno man, I might have something to do with those scary preppies, but maybe I didn't have nothin' to do with that list. At least two of those freaks are on the list anyway. Doesn't make any sense does it?" Richie seemed mad shifty, but amused with himself. Jessica and Jesse were sharing bizarre looks, and Albert looked like he needed a nap and a beer.
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Post by kilnarak on Oct 30, 2012 19:28:55 GMT -8
"None of ours are on it, though, right? Ain't actually seen a copy." Leon was a bit suspicious, given Richie's shifty manner - but hell, the guy was always shifty, it wasn't anything new. He shrugged. "So why'd you want us to meet up out here, huh?"
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Oct 30, 2012 19:39:24 GMT -8
Richie- "Ha... well... It didn't have nothin' to do with this weird shit. So, Jesse, you're just trying to get on everyone's shitty side lately, aren't you?" It was obvious by Jesse's tone that he knew exactly what Richie was talking about, but of course he had to play dumb. Jesse- "I don't know what you're talking about asshole!" Richie- "Today, I am not here to take shit. You know what I'm talking about." Jesse- "Lay off me, turdbag." Jessica giggled again. Richie sighed, and pulled something out of the over-large pockets of his fatigue jacket. He pointed a dingy revolver straight at Jesse's face. Richie- "What'd you do with it? Tell me. Every. Detail."
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Post by kilnarak on Oct 30, 2012 20:30:37 GMT -8
"Whoa! The hell did you do Jess?!" Leon took a step away from Jesse and Richie, his eyes on the gun. He didn't want anything to do with that. He was half tempted to make a grab for Jessica and drag her back too, but he wasn't sure what her damage was - she might flip, and all. Still, this was decidedly more serious than oh-so-scary! hit lists. "Richie! Yo! What's up? What'd he do?"
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Oct 30, 2012 20:37:52 GMT -8
Richie- "What did he do? Why don't you tell the nice man, Jess?" Jesse- "Fuck you stupid asses! I don't have to say shit. You can't fuckin' kill me! You're a pussy." Richie- "I already killed you. That's the funny shit right there. I shoot you, it's just a difference of whether you die now, or you die later." Jessica- " "
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Post by kilnarak on Oct 30, 2012 20:48:07 GMT -8
"Jesus! Fuck Jesse, tell him whatever the fuck it is he wants to know!" Leon was half tempted to continue backing down, but that wouldn't get him anywhere. He stood his ground, scowling first at Jesse, then at Richie. "Seriously, dude, if you shoot him in the face he ain't gonna be able to tell you nothing." Really, Richie was freaking him out - not just the gun, but that shit about 'whether you die now, or you die later'? That was some freaky-deaky shit right there.
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Oct 30, 2012 20:59:28 GMT -8
Richie- "You heard the man, Jess. Make sense for once. Tell us what you did. Maybe we can work something out." Jesse- "You have so much fucking torpor how are you gonna miss it? We just took a stupid handful off a hay bale!" Richie- "You broke a seal. We can sense it because a seal is real. Then when the candy shit happened..."
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Oct 30, 2012 21:01:41 GMT -8
The word "seal" had an extra note to it in Leon's head... He smelled blood and his t-shirt felt a little stifling for a moment.
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Post by kilnarak on Oct 30, 2012 21:32:58 GMT -8
"Wait, wait, wait. What the fuck are you talking about? Hay bale? Seal? Candy shit...?" Leon was confused, and he was starting to feel a little sick. He grasped a handful of his shirt at the collar, tugging it back a little - it felt too tight, too hot, and he could swear he smelled blood. Blood and gunsmoke - he really didn't want to see Jesse's head explode. The guy was a fuckhead and all, but he didn't need to die for it. "What the fuck is this shit about seals? What's a seal?"
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Oct 30, 2012 21:41:40 GMT -8
Hiddle- "A seal goes arf arf arf, hehehehehehe..." Jesse- "Why are you gonna talk secrets with Bruce Dickinson around? You wanna hafta plug Leon when you're done with me? Eat shit, dickhole!" Hiddle- "I don't know what a dickhole says. Oh wait, it says 'Don't tell a soul!' Hehehehe...." Richie- (looked sideways into Leon's eye, then back down the gun at Jesse)"You took the sacrament Leon. You're one of us now, and you didn't have a choice, because Jesse doesn't know sacred from shithouse!" Leon felt a stinging in his eye. Was that what Richie was looking at? Why were his clothes so fucking uncomfortable?
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Post by Kristi is prescribed skeletons on Oct 30, 2012 22:04:19 GMT -8
Zazz sat under the bleachers to listen in. Zazz was well aware everyone knew where he was and wasn't hiding or something. He was invited, after all. There just wasn't anything interesting enough happening for him to get involved.
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Oct 30, 2012 22:10:02 GMT -8
Zazz was definitely starting to feel a little ill. Those guys must be rubbing off their bad stress vibes on him. His eyes felt a sting and his clothes had mondo static cling. Sitting still seemed to help.
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