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Post by Jenesis E. on Jul 22, 2008 1:01:06 GMT -8
OOC: Uh...I guess it's open. "...please stop..""Haha, hey guys, did you hear that!?" "...please...stop.."Her voice softened, body in so much pain. Her first day returning to the school, and only second hour and she was getting massacred by those who couldn't stand her innocence, and apparently, fame. Everyone had their own sad story - they had theirs, and as Jenesis got hit, they spilled. It was the first time that Jenesis realized that there was so much pain in the world, so much that she wondered how they survived day by day under such circumstances. She pitied them as they pitied her, envied them for living more normal lives than she, yet at the same time, was thankful. She was never one to hurt herself to replace emotional pain with the physical - it was stupid, who in the right mind would hurt themselves? But it helped - for a while. Now, Jenesis simply wanted to go to class. Normal students don't get beat up by five kids, all who were nearly twice her height. Normal students don't have huge stitches on their back. Speaking of which, hers had ripped open. Blood was seeping through her shirt, and one of the males, curious as he was, grabbed his pocket knife and slashed open the back of her shirt, gaping at her back. She was in pain, but she was not crying - it was the price she paid for freedom, but for some reason she felt like a caged bird. Bruises, cuts. They shoved her inside an empty locker and went on their way, running. Jenesis' books were scattered on the floor, and she coughed, feeling abnormally cold, yet her body temperatures were going off the roof. She took deep breaths and slammed her fist against the locker, creating a large 'bang!' noise, wondering if anyone could hear her. She couldn't open the locker from the inside out, for a lock had been put on. She should have defended herself. Run, even. But like a stupid little girl, she stood and took the hits. SLAM "Class... I have to go to class..."
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Post by Cody Travers on Jul 22, 2008 17:25:44 GMT -8
Hmm..
Today wasn't an easy day for Cody. He'd already been thrown out of class twice for making a simple mistake, being critiqued on it, and moving closer towards the edge of his seat. Had it not been an early morning of just wandering around and making things near perfect for the studio today..He wouldn't have an issue. But it seemed that class transitions always took longer than they had hoped- That is, the teachers. Always late for class. Even he had to make it on time, and he never did.. Looking at his books as he stared down in his locker, he didn't bother to look at the time, instead looking at his schedule.. Musical Enlightenment.. "..Come on.." Cody muttered to himself, as he looked around for a spare binder, and at putting a hand in his pocket making sure his prized possessions were there. His silver handcuffs, and that other possession..Well actually two of them..The-- SLAM Cody jumped with great suprise at the sudden noise, banging his head off the top of his locker..
BANG "Ouch!!" He yelled, putting his hands on his head and moving out, seething breath through his teeth to compare the pain in his head. ..Great..Now He just got a headache. He looked around, his ears perked up..As no one was in the halls. Funny..Where did that noise come from? A small voice was heard, muffled by what sounded like..Aluminum.. "Class... I have to go to class..."Cody edged down the hall, his shoe making a small clack while, taking a step.. "..Hello?"Echoed down the empty hall. "..Is anyone there?"
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Post by ovahlord on Jul 22, 2008 20:49:21 GMT -8
Forget something? Mamboleo[/center] Often times, Christian probably would have been the one gaping at something like that, if for no other reason then sheer curiosity. It was wrong, sure, but what they did after was even more wrong then that. A sick grin popped up on those lips from underneath that metal cage on his face, the sort of grin that was never a good thing. Those steel laden boots began to clap slowly, one after the other, having witnessed the whole ordeal from further up the hallway, and although he could forgive curiosity but shoving such an interesting specimen in a locker like that?...err... such an innocent female in a locker like that? Unforgivable. Wham wham wham wham WHAM WHAM WHAM![/b] The boy was flying by at a decent clip by time he had managed to pick up his heavy form and send it launching down the hallway. "OI! OOOOOOOI! YOU FORGOT SOMETHING!" He was yelling to the ones responsible for the ordeal, of course, not really caring, but the problem would be handled. He was coming right by the other who seemed to be echoing his voice into nothingness. " 'scuse me!" He said plowing through and continuing on, catching the boy with the knife just as he had reached the corner, his face roaring to go. "HADOKEN!" Far from it.. but either way, that metal mask was slammed into the boy, almost like an angry t-rex, sending him flying back into the lockers. He followed suit with a barrage of head butts, pummeling the poor fellow into the metal until the door finally gave way and he was locked away inside the tomb like position he had put our damsel in distress in. Once the loud crunching noises had subsided, he pulled back, stumbling a bit as he walked back up the hallway, heading past the other boy once more towards where that noise had come from. He almost looked drunk from the rattling he had performed on the thinking blob inside his skull, but the sounds of Mamboleo were uttered through the sides of his mask as he did so. "Hellllooooo? Miss... er...whatever your fuckin' name is?" Let out aloud, obviously not one for kosher technicalities. He brought himself closer to the lockers near where she had been stuffed and began lightly banging on them in the old-school Shave and a Haircut. Two bits. Fashion. Trying to get an answer obviously.
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Post by Jenesis E. on Jul 23, 2008 5:23:54 GMT -8
"..Hello? Is anyone there?"
Jenesis stared at the locker door in front of her, her tiny fist raising as it prepared to slam into the lockers once more, in an attempt to get his attention to the one she was currently stuck in. It was obviously one of the lockers near the scattered books, but which? Her fist never made it to the locker, however, as a loud voice boomed through the hall way, the young girl flinching when cracks and thunderous claps were heard. She was shivering. Blood was dripping down her back, staining the walls of the locker, her clothes, the stench of the thick crimson liquid suffocating the young girl. She heard banging against lockers near by, getting closer, and when it landed on the one where she was currently stuck in, she slammed her fist into it, simultaneously breaking out into a coughing fit.
"Hellllooooo? Miss... er...whatever your fuckin' name is?"
Of course, she's not going to lie. His tone of voice was rather frightening, but she was a bit in a trance. She had to get to class, didn't she? Or else her sisters would get angry, and her mother would not be pleased.
"Class... I have to get to class."
Repeated.
Oh, and yeah, please. Ignore the blood, because obviously class is more important than her well being.
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Post by Cody Travers on Jul 23, 2008 20:49:33 GMT -8
Cody didn't bother to look behind him at the mayhem that had sounded..He was more concerned about what that little voice was? Perhaps, someone was stuck somewhere? That would be his best guess..But then again..Just looking at the scene was quite unnerving.. Or course..Books everywhere.. But..Blood? Honestly, it was like something out of one of those famed questionable textbooks. Horror novels or something like that. Just from that a thundering sound of what sounded like party music, came from behind him..Staggering a bit, he saw as a young man walked by him, blasting music out his ears. He looked a little rough..But Cody just raised a brow at his actions.. "Hellllooooo? Miss... er...whatever your fuckin' name is?" ..Seems he wanted to help too. Cody examined the lockers that were opposite..Listening for anyone to be inside..As the other "gentleman" kept smacking the lockers, 60's style. ..How drole. Regardless, after listening and putting his ear to each locker..Cody finally pinpointed a location..He heard a small female voice coming from one locked locker.. "Class... I have to get to class."..This one.Cody looked down, as he saw a lock on the locker..Shame..She was stuffed inside.. Cody promptly attempted his assault on the lock, kicking it a couple of times.. WHACK
CRACK
..No good. Cody then decided to use his other resort..Those handcuffs would definetly come in handy..But would require two actions at once.. There is only one weak point on a lock..And that's the spring.. The only way to hit it properly and spring the lock..Would be to smash it from the back..And That fellow with the mask looked like just the guy to do so.. Cody latched one cuff around the lock..Bringing it up and stepping back.. "Hey!" He called out to the brute. "..It's this one! Kick the lock off!" He asked without any manners..
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Post by ovahlord on Jul 26, 2008 6:55:51 GMT -8
What you mean its that one? Gangsta Nation[/center] Of course, unbeknown est to that ogre of a male, he had been banging on the wrong god damn lockers. This much was obvious as his head cocked back and looked back to another male who seemed to be on the exact same scavenger hunt he was on at the moment, some meek little voice in the middle of no where.. of course. He knew the inhabitant of one of these lockers already anyways, having witnessed most of the ordeal in the first place and proceeded after the others. "Hmm?" Of course, hearing the boy banging a little on that locker did get his attention a little more then the words which had followed. He noticed the handcuffs attached to that locker first, and then the boy told him to kick that one in which got a brow raise from underneath that mask of his, clearly a little distraught by the sudden intrusion to what had been a game of knock knock WHOS THERE? Walking over to the locker in question, he cocked his head, as if considering the situation, breathing rather loudly through it, almost like some sort of bewildered animal. "This one you say? Eh Bob Barker? Whats behind the other doors then?" His crude sense of humor given as he took in a deep breath and hammered his face hard into the locker, causing a dent near the top so he could stand up on his tippy toes and look in through the wider hole near those odd vents at the top of the lockers. "Mm. HELLO IN THAR! THAR! THAR! THAR!" Mimicking a echo. "I'll have you out in a jiff." He hammered his face into that locker a few more times near the hinges and then ripped the thing off of its base tossing it backwards. "Hi."
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Post by Jenesis E. on Jul 31, 2008 5:37:17 GMT -8
WHACK
CRACK The sudden noise had taken her by surprise. She pressed back against the lockers, wincing in pain when her open wound touched the cold metal. It was not too long after when she heard the second voice, the one that seemed intimidating to the young girl's ear. With more crashes and some amazing strength, the whole door to the locker had been ripped off and thrown backwards, a friendly 'hi' coming from the one who had done so. Eyes were wide in curiousity as she leaned forward, the stench of blood escaping the opening of the locker rather quickly. She found herself taking a deep breath, falling out of the locker onto her hands and knees, not yet realizing that her wounds on her back would be open, stitches and scars for them to see. The tattoo on the back of her neck, however, was covered with her long blond - now blood stained - hair. "Thank you.. It was getting kind of hard to breathe in there. @_x;.."
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Post by ovahlord on Aug 9, 2008 14:10:34 GMT -8
A Shank For You, A Shank For Me! "HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHMMM? What do we have 'ere." Brow ripped asunder from its normal position behind that steel cage, and instead, settled itself into a straight up right position, much akin to the airlines. His voice was loud, obnoxious, yet at the same time, it was silky smooth, like those models you saw on TV with the shampoo commercials. He leaned down, and without a care, ran a finger downwards over her back, drawing up a bit of blood and looking it over, playing with it. He loved the smell of blood.. loved the taste of it too, but he did not stick his fingers in his mouth. "Look watson. Blood. Where is the murder weapon?"
He asked tapping his chin, looking back to the other boy for a moment, if for no other reason then to please his own sense of self-satisfaction. However, with the notice of her scars and such, he would have sunk hands under her and hoisted her up, probably to her dismay, but either way it did not bother him in the least. "Welp, looks like your a stuck pig, and theres no fuckin' way you're going to class like this. Its off to the nurse we go!"He took off in a jubilee of footsteps, marching like he was parading around the queen of some random castle, though, it was probably due to the fact Christian was a little off balance with the chemicals that ran around in his head, doctors had said at one point he needed medicine for it, but his parents just imagined it was his way of living out an imagination!
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