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Post by Sara Gallagher on Jan 4, 2010 23:24:50 GMT -8
A group of guys entered the washroom together. That was new. Boys didn't usually enter in groups, but oh well... She could still work with this. Ahhh the dynamics of males and females. How interesting.
Not >_>
*FFFFFFF PFFFFFFFFFFT SQUELCH!*
"What the hell was that?!" All eyes turned towards the center stall of the boys bathroom.
*SQUEAK PFFFFFFFT PFUT* The boys waved their hands in front of their faces. "I don't know dude... Let's find another bathroom..."
And so it went for a couple hours. People (silly boys) would enter and the noises would start. Every once and a while there would be a low guttural grunt thrown in there as well. One boy even tried to speak to the person in the stall. "Hey um... Are you ok man?" he asked, knocking on the stall. A gruff, low voice answered back. "Um *cough* ya... Ya I'm good... *PFFFFFFFTTPUFT* I'll live..."
The boy nervously ran from the washroom as the person in the stall broke into silent laughter, their shoulders shaking as they tried to keep silent. None other then the student body president was sitting on the back of the toilet, feet on the seat with a whoopee cushion in her hands. Every time the door opened, she would squeeze it, sending horrific and disgusting noises echoing through the bathroom. Some kept coming back just to show their friends, only to leave a few moments later.
And why was Sara doing this? Well she had nothing better to do of course >_> And it was funny. Tomorrow, she was SOOO doing this in the girls room.
Everything was going great until the door opened again. As she went to squeeze the whoopie cushion, it let out a gross loud farting noise... Then it dropped from her hands and rolled out the front of the stall. "Shit... Um... Can you hand that to me?"
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Post by Gabriel Seran on Jan 4, 2010 23:49:01 GMT -8
there came a time in every man's life when it was necessary to do the one duty that called to them around the time between lunch and supper. Now it would be crude to simply call it dropping a dookie so we shall imply that he was just doing his business instead. Heading with a sort of limp he entered the bathroom stall only to be met with the squelching noises of someone letting one rip. Perhaps it was best to choose another room to perform ones necessities. Yes that would have been smart but given his "changes" and that large burrito for lunch the conclusion being a bad case of duty.
"Shit... Um... Can you hand that to me?"
Eyes traveling curiously towards the ground where a prankster's whoopie cushion would lurk hugging the deranged male restroom's floors riddled with all kinds of things (namely piss).
"Traitor?" Gabriel said with a bit of a smirk turning to face the mirror as he set the cushion there joining in the adjacent stall for perhaps a little privacy.
"If I knew pillars had the right to go into the opposite sexes bathrooms I'd have spent more time in the women's shower room when I was captain." he made a short cocky laugh unconcerned about anything rather. Yup he was just going to be a dick and do his duty.
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Post by Sara Gallagher on Jan 5, 2010 0:41:33 GMT -8
"Traitor?"
Sara's stomach gave a little flop. Of all the people... Yet her lips still curved up in a smile as she let out a soft sigh, calming herself. Sadly, she was used to him being cold to her. She spoke girlishly. "Ah Gabriel... I'm flattered by your childish show of affection~"
She let out a soft laugh, letting him know it was all in good fun, yet she remained in her stall, not quite ready to risk facing him. The last time they had fought, he had been stronger. It wasn't a risk she was quite willing to take yet. She heard him enter the stall and as the lock clicked she quickly opened her own door and stepped out, her eyes scanning for her toy. She still had plans for it.
"If I knew pillars had the right to go into the opposite sexes bathrooms I'd have spent more time in the women's shower room when I was captain."
As he spoke, she spotted it, and with a smile and light steps, grabbed the whoopee cushion off the sink and skipped into the stall next to his. Feeling much bolder now that she had at least heard him laugh, she decided there was still fun to be had in this awkward situation.
"You just need to learn how to handle the power~" She chuckled lightly, unperturbed by the topics. She had done what she did, she admitted it, what he didn't know was the reason for her treachery, which was simply: someone had offered her something better. "So tell me, do you treat everyone who had a change of heart this way, or am I just special?"
She set her feet on the toilet seat and pulled herself up so that she was peeking over into his stall as she spoke. She chuckled as she stared down at him. "This is nice, I've never seen a guy crap before... I like to think you're just sweet on me."
Cocky? Definitely. Another laugh, louder, left her as she stared interestedly down at him. She couldn't think of any situation that could be more awkward then this, and she was loving every second of it. It had been a long time since life had gotten this interesting and there was no way she was letting this one get away.
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Post by Gabriel Seran on Jan 5, 2010 0:57:37 GMT -8
He knew quite well why she traded up, by all means it was a good deal, a good turn of events he supposed. Perhaps Gabriel would have done the same in her position given thats the way things worked out but it certainly didn't mean he would let up on loyalties. He was at times a bigot and two-faced when it came to decisive action, so long as it was him doing the wrong deed it was okay and perhaps to an extent that attitude got him exactly what he deserved but learning from it made him one better. As for a cocky attitude only served you right putting someone in their place.
"Oh by all means theres as much a place for you in my heart as their is for the harlots in hell." Gabriel smiled wryly enjoying this as much as she was surely getting out of it.
"This is nice, I've never seen a guy crap before... I like to think you're just sweet on me."
Gabriel looked up not thinking to guard his disposition because quite honestly he wasn't ashamed. Though it was fairly awkward enough to drive rose to his cheeks which was quickly replaced by the cold disposition as always.
"Hope its a nice view....and of course, always been rather easy on you, wouldn't want to break you." Gabriel said still smirking managing to come to the realization that a pair of beady eyes could really make your shit decide to gopher it back up the hole.
"Well I feel much less relieved than I thought I'd be coming in here..." Gabriel smirked pulling up his pants and freeing himself from the narrow stall and the guard watching over his stool.
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Post by "Unfettered" on Jan 5, 2010 17:45:40 GMT -8
Obligations There is a duty of every man in their lives where they typically have to go about relieving themselves in various manners. Some come to the bathroom to take a piss. Some come to the bathroom to take a shit. Some come to the bathroom to...
...
Well, the German, who, for these past few months, had been coming and going to school upon whim, various plots, purposes, and reasons, disappearing or appearing whenever he wanted to, had been inside this dingy, dirty bathroom stall for quite some time. Arising mental issues towards women (which he could control to varying degrees of capability which he proved to himself with Kevala and Delilah on the occasion the others of his group) could become debilitating at times. Yet, again, the aforementioned urges of men are sometimes so strong... it would lead to difficult manner of what road a man a person like "Unfettered" should take with them self.
Magazine in hand, his "superior German engineered tool" in the other, he had been, with little success, in relieving himself of how much he had backed up within himself of the navy soldiers in his lower bowels. It was difficult enough to keep the hair from crawling into between his fingers which gave him a very gross feeling, but the INFERNAL SQUELCHING NOISE THAT CAUGHT HIM ON TOP OF EVERY TIME THE DOOR OPENED WITH OTHER PEOPLE CAME INTO THE BATHROOM JUST WHEN HE WAS ABOUT TO BLOW TURNED HIM OFF SO THOROUGHLY... it would be enough to make one wonder as to whether or not "Unfettered" was actually subconsciously turned on by the possible sound of someone taking a shit. More rather, a girl taking a shit. Why? Possibly the thought on how the girl was probably vulnerable in that exact time.
Blue balls was a huge issue.
Getting huge.
...And that was when the discussion between a familiar voice with a GIRL inside the BOY'S bathroom began...
..."GABRIEL, I WOULD ENJOY IT IF YOU WOULD STOP TRYING TO SEDUCE WOMEN INSIDE THE BOY'S BATHROOM."
"IT IZ VERY DIFFICULT TO MASTURBATE TO THE SOUND OF QUEEFING."...Suddenly, the German, fully dressed fully up in his Nazi outfit out of pure whim, he kicked the door open to his stall, throwing the magazine out towards the mirrors, jacking off more furiously, hunched over as he looked at the girl who was looking over at Gabriel do his business."ZE FUCKING HELL."His load flew across the room in a shot-gun stream.
...Grunting in frustration, the German went over to the faucet, washed his hands with some soap in a very brief manner, stalked over to the door, stepping over his spooge to avoid stains on the bottom of his shoe, and looked back briefly before zipping himself back up, eying the girl."Gut taste, though."That said, he stalked out, probably to disappear again. |
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Post by John-Baptiste on Jan 5, 2010 17:55:44 GMT -8
John ran into the bathroom, rushing as fast as he could. He had to get away from all the fucking people, the man was trying to avoid total takeover by the voice, or even his Qi as it turned out, since it seemed to have a lot of control over him. Either way he knew he craved the taste and smell of blood and so he ran to the bathroom so he could cut his own palm open on some broken cast iron, either way he would make his fix of blood quickly, or knock himself out to avoid trying to rip out another kids throat.
Though that problem was solved when....
"ZE FUCKING HELL."
John was suddenly shot in the eye and straight into his mouth, and all over his face by what seemed to be a one eyed Nazi....... what's worse? The force of it knocked him back, his head hit the wall, and his body slumped, unconscious from the blow of his warm sticky (and salty as it were) load.
The bitter taste of defeat......
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