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Post by Chris Murphy on Oct 18, 2009 13:42:11 GMT -5
 (( push it baby, push it outta control,[/b] i got my gun cocked tight and i'm ready to blow ))- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - [/center]
Chris sat by himself at the bottom of the stairs. Beign a senior, and in study hall, he didn't want to be in study and bored out of his mind, so he was sitting in the stairway bored. Like that made perfect sense. Chris was smaller then a lot of the guys here. He was only five feet seven inches and maybe one hundred thirty pounds. Small for a guy of seventeen. He said there quietly, minding his own business with his headphones playing "Freaxxx" By BrokeNCYDE. He really liked that song and band.
Suddenly he felt a tap on his shoulder, then his music was gone, with his iPod yanked from his hand.The bleach blonde haired boy looked up. It was none other then Stephan, they guy that Chris didn't get along with at all. Stephan was huge compared to Chris. He pulled Chris up, and his friends laughed. Chris struggled, but it didn't help him at all. "Let go of me." Chris said.
"No way loser. Stephan said, laughing. He pushed the smaller boy to the wall and his friends started to go threw Chris's bag. "He's got Cigarettes, Candy and books in his bag." They said. Chris struggled, but the larger boy just held him up off the ground. "Let me go!!" Chris struggled.
The boys just laughed. One boy pulled out a lighter and a cigarette from Chris's bag and lit ig before pressing it into his skin. Chris screamed, but his mouth was covered. Chris started to kick but it didn't help him at all. He just hoped that someone would help him.
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Post by Jackson Mitchel on Oct 18, 2009 14:04:25 GMT -5
 AND THAT'S JUST THE PRICE I PAYwhen i don't even know her nameSHE'S SLIPPING AWAY Jackson was walking down the hallway, his i-Pod blasting in his ears. He was listening to 'Situations by Escape the Fate'. He was just walking on the stairway now and he didn't really pay attention to that much drama around him, but when he heard a lighter being lite he jolted into action. Turning around he saw this smaller kid, Chris or something, he glared. Walking toward the group he stayed to the side. He had to plot this out. He couldn't get hurt or the kid hurt.
Nodding to himself he turned the corner and walked toward them. Looking at the bigger kid, he knew this guys name it was Stephan, he glared and said "Hey, let this guy go." When he saw that Stephan was unresponsive he had a jolt of anger rush through. Why the fuck would he put a cigarette against this guys skin. Grabbing Stephan's collar he lifted him up with ease and pushed him against the wall. Realizing he took Chris with him he loosened Stephan's grip on Chris and watched as he fell. He would worry about him in a minute. Staring at the boy his brown hair fell in front of him and said "I told you. Leave him alone." His look was strong and gave people a hint he meant it.
Taking his free hand he pulled it back and put in a fist and quickly punched Stephan in the face and glared. Letting go of his collar he dropped him and said "Touch him again I swear to god.." Someone didn't take his warning. Rushing toward the other guy he grabbed his collar and just shoved him against the wall and dropped him saying "Smart thing to do would leave." Even though Jackson had a pencil behind his ear like a nerd he was terrifying enough with his muscle and facial expression.
Turning toward Chris he held out his hand and helped him out saying "Don't thank me." He didn't say anything else, but he quickly pulled out his small notebook from his back pocket and wrote this down for an idea in his new book he was going to write. Smiling to himself he put the book back in his pocket and said "Oh, and hi I am Jackson. I can't stand jerks like him. You okay?" Looking at where they burned him he said "You should put some cold water on that later so you don't get second degree burn alright?" He smirked. He was being serious right now.
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Post by {|.Arianna || Frenchie.|} on Oct 18, 2009 17:49:23 GMT -5
-Don't make it just another day....
....You never know when it'll go away.  - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Arianna was in her own little world, dancing around as she walked through study hall to the tune playing in her head when she heard a groan of pain and the sound of a body being thrown against a wall. She came with a start to reallity as she looked to see a guy with bleach blonde hair on the ground and another one attacking Stephan. Unfortunatly, she had already met Stephan's aquaintance. For some reason he enjoyed following her non-stop, leering and making obscene comments. It didn't bother her one bit that he was getting hurt.
Arianna took a second look at the guy on the ground since the one standing up was doing just fine. She noticed a burn mark on his skin and immediatly assumed Stephan had been being a jerk again. She walked over and bent down next to him. "Are you okay?" she said, offering a hand to help him up. She glanced up at the other guy with her blue gray eyes and watched as he took care of Stephan. As her gaze went back down to the guy with bleache blonde hair, her gaze caught on an Ipod and she walked over to pick it up and bring it back toward the guy. Holding it out, she asked, "Yours?"
Brushing her hair out of her face she then turned to the second guy. She glanced over him for a moment, considering what to say without seeming stupid. "I don't care who started it or why, but I am deeply amused to see that finally someone is taking care of that jerk." she said in her softly French accented voice.
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Post by Chris Murphy on Oct 18, 2009 19:25:05 GMT -5
(( push it baby, push it outta control, [/b] i got my gun cocked tight and i'm ready to blow ))- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - [/center]
Chris watched at one boy, much bigger then he was beat up Stephan. Chris just put his hand to were Stephan burned his arm. The boy didn't cry, didn't say anything. He just stayed on the ground and watched. When a girl came over to him, he was just sitting there. Then the other boy came over. He took both of their hands and pulled himself up. Around his neck was slightly red, and his lower arm was red. "Yeah. I'm okay. Thanks. I'm Chris." He said.
Chris held his right arm with his left hand, the burn from his own cigarette screaming in pain. He looked at them. "I get picked on a lot, thanks for helping me.. Chris said, letting go of his arm, and rubbing the back of his head. His arm was red, and were the cigarette touched him was the most red, and most painful. "Yeah, I'll get some water on it later.. He said.
He was know regretting ever skipping study hall and staying here. He wouldn't have ever been beaten up again, or burned. He smiled a bit. He looked at his stuff thrown all over the stairs. He looked at his stuff and sighed. The huge bag of candy that he had stuffed in his bag that morning was split in half and thrown everywhere. He took a step away from the two, and walked over to his bag. He bend down and started to pick up his things. He started with the candy. It was a mix of everything that he liked, from Reeses to Hersey Kisses. He liked just about everything, except the rootbeer dum dum pops. Those were just gross.
He looked back at them, then at his stuff. It was everywere. His history book was at the middle of the staircase. He stood up and started to walk up to his history book, but tripped and fell on the stairs. "Ouch." He said. He was such a klutz sometimes.
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Post by Jackson Mitchel on Oct 18, 2009 19:43:21 GMT -5
AND THAT'S JUST THE PRICE I PAYwhen i don't even know her nameSHE'S SLIPPING AWAY Jackson was still glaring as Stephan ran away whimpering. Shaking his head he put his pencil back behind his ear and heard a female behind him. Turning he raised an eyebrow. Her eyes were very..unique. He wasn't interested though. Alright he was a little bit, but not that much. Looking at Chris he said "Oh, are you okay Chris? I mean I can hurt them again if you wish.." He smiled at both of them. Brushing his hands on his jeans he sighed.
Jackson was happy he left study hall. Because if he didn't than this kid might of gotten killed. Sighing the pencil fell out of his ear and he bent down and picked it up. His eyes wandered to the back of Adrianne. His face turned red. Standing up he cleared his throat a little bit. Closing his eyes than opening them he said "Well whoever beats you up are real assholes. If you need any more help feel free to call me name." He shrugged and walked behind him leaning against the wall crossing his arms.
He kept looking at Adrianne a couple of times, but looked away. He didn't make it obvious at all. He was still a virgin, and so he was desperate. He bit his lower lip than the inside of his cheek. Sure Adrianne was cute, but he wasn't sure if he would go out with her. Would he? Shaking those thoughts away. He heard his i-Pod change to 'Not Meant To Be by Theory of a Dead man' He loved that song. He mouthed the words to himself than scratched his cheek. Smirking to himself he saw Chris fall down the steps.
Running behind Chris he helped him up and said "God, be careful Chris. I don't want to take you to the hospital" He smiled a dashing smile and helped him up.Grabbing Chris's history book he hit him lightly on the head and said "Like I said. Be careful." He smirked. Looking up at Adrianne he said "Oh, he started it. Also Stephan is a real wimp to tell you the truth. I am Jackson." He smiled at her. Looking at Chris he helped him back up the stairs and said "Take the elevator so I dint' have to worry about you because you're pretty cool." He punched his shoulder lightly and chuckled.
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Post by {|.Arianna || Frenchie.|} on Oct 18, 2009 20:26:11 GMT -5
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As Chris started bending down to pick things up, Arianna helped. She quickly gathered the pieces of candy into what remained of the bag and helped him put everything together. Silently, she fumed that Stephan had done this and quietly thought about getting back at him for it later. As se straightened, she winced. She had beaten herself up a little hard this morning at practice. Oh well. It meant she wouldn't make a mistake at the preformance in a few weeks time.
She glanced over at Jackson. She knew he kept looking her over and was trying to be discrete about it. She raised an eyebrow. That had always annoyed her, how guys always looked but never said anything. Well, most of them anyway. She greatly amired those who did. Wait. That needed to be refraised, she greatly amired most of them that did. Some of them were complete asses. She decided not to say anything abotu him looking for the moment and decided to wait and see what happened.
Arianna laughed lightly as Chris tripped. Poor guy. She knew how he felt though, she was always falling on her face. One reason she hated wearing shoes. The other was that she usually had too many blisters on her feet to wear them. But that hadn't developed for a while. Basically, she just hated shoes or anything on her feet in general. "Sorry, it's just that that is totally something I would do." she said in way of apology for laughing.
Suddenly, she remembered they probably had no clue who she was. She was knew here, had barely come a week ago. "Oh, I'm Arianna by the way. Or Frenchie. Whatever you want to call me really." She smiled and pushed a black curl behind her ear. They were always going crazy and escaping whatever she tried to tie them back with. Today, they were yet again in a pony tail, but about a bazillion had already fallen out to frame her thin face.
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Post by Chris Murphy on Oct 18, 2009 20:54:27 GMT -5
(( push it baby, push it outta control, [/b] i got my gun cocked tight and i'm ready to blow ))- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - [/center]
Chris felt Jackson help him up. "It's okay. Really. I trip and fall all the time. I once tripped over my own feet into a chair, then tripped over the chair when I tried to get up. Really. I'm use to it. Chris explained. He was took his history book back from the boy. He looked down at Arianna. He smiled at her. "It's okay. Everyone laughs at the people that are very uncoordinated." He said. He walked down the steps and put his book in his bag. Oh, and thanks for helping me pick my stuff up. You don't have too.. I mean I'm just the short senior that gets picked on a lot for being me. He said.
He wasn't thought to be a senior. He looked a lot like a sophomore more then anything. He was short, and acted like he was a sophomore, but of course, he was just the short senior guy that was always picked on. He looked around for his camera. He didn't see it. That camera was his whole life. Do you see a camera anywhere? I need that. He said, panic in his voice. Anna-Marie bought him that when they were 15 before she died. It was the most sacred thing that he owned. He looked in his bag, and found it. Never mind. I found it. he said, taking it out of the bag and held it up.
He looked at both of them. Arianna seemed a little annoyed with Jackson, and Jackson kept looking at her, but didn't say anything to her. He shrugged to himself, and bit his snakebites. He liked his lips pierced six times, though he was told that it looks stupid.
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Post by Jackson Mitchel on Oct 19, 2009 17:29:39 GMT -5
AND THAT'S JUST THE PRICE I PAYwhen i don't even know her nameSHE'S SLIPPING AWAY Looking over at both of them he shrugged to himself. Pulling out his small black book he wrote down a couple of ideas. Smirking at them he said "Glad you found your camera. Is that thing, like, really important to you?" He raised his eyebrows wondering. I mean who would freak out about a camera? You could always buy another one, sure they were expensive, but I mean you could always buy another one. Than again Jackson was pretty well off. Biting his lower lip she decieded he would talk to Adrianne later.
Looking at Chris Jackson knew he was a senior. Because usually only seniors were found on this floor. Shrugging he said "I know you may not hear this often, but I knew you were a senior. You have the facial expression, and a lot of seniors are found on this floor usually." He smiled at him. He was sort of quiet at the moment. Adrianne was ignoring him, but he was glad Chris was including him. Maybe. Looking at both of them he wondered if he might be unwanted at the moment. Looking at Chris he said "If you want I can go. I know I might be a bother. I am often told that." He shrugged again.
He didn't even look at either of them he was just leaning against the wall playing the pencil in his hand. Spinning it around his fingers. He knew the newest story he was writing would be easier since he went to a high school. Looking up at him he moved close to Chris and put a finger on his snake bites and said "Cool, I wish I could pull something off like that." He smirked and backed up and sat down on the floor against the wall.
He said what he was thinking outloud "Makes you wonder where all the teachers are at when these fights occur you know? It really pisses me off you know?" He sighed and shook his head. Another idea forming in his head. He quickly wrote down: Teachers die in horrible accident. That he glared at it and wrote over it Teachers die in horrible accident. [/font] Throwing the book next to him he ran his fingers through his head in frustration. He just hated his ideas sometimes. Putting his foot on top of it he sighed. [/size][/blockquote] notes|| [/font] hehe.[/size][/font] words|| [/font] to lazy![/size][/font] tags|| [/font] Chris and Adrianne.[/size][/font] status|| [/font] finishede ?![/size][/font] outfit||[/font] laterr?.[/size][/font] lyrics|| [/font] lost in stereo by all time low.[/size][/font][/left] [/center] |
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