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Post by Jackson Frost on Dec 26, 2007 16:23:56 GMT -5
Jackson kind of figured he knew what was going on now, Tyrone wanted to start some shit with him again over probably somthing stupid. A few people, well, actually about 20 people in the lunchroom approached Jackson and asked him "Hey man, you gonna fight Tyrone" Jackson looked up at each and every one of them and kind of smirked.. "If that black son of a bitch thinks hes hard enough.." Yeah yeah, call it horrible, but Jackson had a bit of a temper and a bit of a racial hatred issue, but he generally kept it under wraps, but it was people like Tyrone that made it all come out..
He glanced up at the hallway, seeing Tyrone and a couple of his goons head down the hallway, he knew he was about to fight, he turned around and insturcted his friends "Do not jump in at all, even if they jump in and I get my ass handed to me, dont jump in. I'll be damned if I need any help kickin his ass.." He said, and by now, the whole cafeteria's eyes were on Jackson.. He stood up, taking a long drink of his grape juice as he sat the bottle back on the table, he took his hat off, laying it on the table as he approached Tyrone just below the stairs leading into the cafeteria.. He kind of got in his face a bit..
"Hey you black big lipped son of a bitch, I heard your wanting to fight me.." Jackson said in a provacitive tone, he backed up a bit and held his arms out, he was never one to back down from a fight, especially from someone he had fought like 5 times before and absolutely hated.. He glared at him, shaking his head.. "Well here I am, take your first fucking punch" He said this just as Marinna walked past, he knew she heard it.. By now, the entire lunchroom had stood up to surround the two..
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Post by Chloe Sparx on Dec 26, 2007 16:30:02 GMT -5
 Chloe really felt some tension in the lunchroom, and she knew that there was probably about to be a fight because of how people were talking about how some redneck from Arizona and some gangster was going to fight. She then heard the gangster was Tyrone, truth be known, she didnt like either of the competitors, but she sure hoped that Jackson won because of the solemn fact that Tyrone liked to molest her.
She looked around the lunchline, grabbing a house salad off of the rack. She then turned her head as she heard someone speaking to her, she smirked seeing it was her best friend Candace.. "Hey hon! What's up? Come sit with us!" She said, as she reached the cashier, taking out her wallet from her purse, handing her a 5, she got 2 dollars back, and she put the money in her purse as she walked over to the table with Dzhastyn and Krista. She took a seat across from them and smiled friendly like.. "Hey guys" She said, as she looked behind her, seeing that a fight was about to erupt, she could see the fight very good from right there if one was going to erupt, so she didnt even bother about standing up, she took out her cellphone and texted her new boyfriend quickly, You need to get here, quick.. There's about to be a fight.. She then slid her pink Iphone back into her purse and didnt even eat on her salad yet. She just played the game of waiting. She then raised her head as Rinna approached her, she looked up at her with a reassuring smile, she then smiled a bit.. "I didnt have a chance to call you, by the time I got off the phone with him it was like 3 in the morning, which is why I am so tired right now.. It's official, we're an item.." She said, smiling a bit more wider now, she truly was happy, truly she was.. |
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Coleman McInroy
Resident of Drakesville
Class Clown/Musician/Artist[M:0]
The joker always jokes.
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Post by Coleman McInroy on Dec 26, 2007 16:32:13 GMT -5
Cole's biology teacher was well into the middle of a boring speech on Deoxyribonucleic Acid, when the bell rang. "Oh wow, I thought that bell was never going to ring," Cole said straight to his teacher as he stood up and yawned with a stretch, "I mean, DNA isn't really that cool to learn about Mr. S." His teacher gave him a stern look, he was sort of insulted. Biology was Mr. Sparks' life and he didn't appreciate that Cole was putting down the hard work he was doing to help these children out.
"Mr. McInroy," Mr. Sparks began, "I am trying to teach you this criteria for when you go off to college. If you actually pay attention, you'll be better of when you get there and not looking like a slacker to the rest of the class." "No offense, Mr. S," Cole replied, "But, you're wasting your time. I'm not going to college, I'm going to get a record deal and become famous with my band, The Mac Experience." "How many times have I told you not to call me Mr. S!" the teacher exclaimed, "And you can't simply rely on yor band to get you through life. Look at all of these musicians who were famous and have now hit rock bottom." "Well, Jim, You obviously haven't heard of Bon Jovi. They've been around for 27 years and they're still going at it with hits. So unless you're an expert in music like I am, don't try and tell me what will happen," Cole popped off. "Then I ask you to do the same," the teacher said before telling him of how he'd have detention for the next three days.
Cole walked out of the classroom pissed off. "That teacher doesn't know what the hell he's talking about. And he gave me detention?" Cole headed to the lunch room in his blue jeans and a black. long sleeved "The Academy Is..." t-shirt. He opened the doors to find everyone bustling around to get to a table. "Fuck!" Finally, he spotted a table that was clear. By the time he reached it, it appeared as if a flock of vultures just swooped in as a group of druggies claimed it. Cole wasn't about to get in the middle of that so he began to wonder around looking for someone else to sit with.
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Post by Dzhastyn Dzhiize on Dec 26, 2007 16:37:15 GMT -5
Dzhastyn watched Jackson walk off but didn't pay it much attention. He grabbed the dish of spicy chinease beef and took a bite. His free hand finding Krissi's. Smiling as Chloe sat down he swallowed his food and smiled at her. "Hey Chloe. How are you?" He was with Krissi, but they were good friends and he still really liked Chloe as a friend. She was such a sweetheart.
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Ella Carlyle
Resident of Drakesville
Country Girl/Musician/Cowgirl
Elizabeth Paige Carlyle
Posts: 33
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Post by Ella Carlyle on Dec 26, 2007 16:40:49 GMT -5
Ella Carlyle was already in the cafetria when the bell rang. She had skipped her last hour because she thought that her english teacher had it in for her and wanted to fail her. She had a book of poetry in front of her, along with a bottle of pepsi. She didn't really like coke, which was the only soda the school stocked, she had brought a soda from home.
She was at the table right next to the stairs that Jackson and Tyrone were about to fight at. She just stared at them, as many people started to gather around them to watch the fight. Her friend Kenya sat next to her and didn't even watch at all. she kept her head down. Ella knew it was because Kenya was somewhat with both Jackson and Tyrone.
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Post by Krista Daniels on Dec 26, 2007 16:42:38 GMT -5
 Krissi smiled as she turned to look at Chloe, she waved a bit and returned the friendly smile.. "Hey Chloe, whats up girl?" She said with a smile as she reverted her attention back to Dzhastyn, she slowly closed her eyes, moving in for a kiss, the memories of the night before still playing clear in her head, she wanted it to play again because it felt so good, the first time she had ever been touched AT all felt SO good, but not all of her innocence was completely lost, so she was still good in upholding the good-girl stereotype. She closed her eyes as her and Dzhastyn's lips met.. kicking out all of the background images of the fight about to erupt.. She then broke the kiss and smiled at him, she then flashed a quick smile and wave to Marinna and Candace. She then looked over at the horde of people.. "Oh crap, there's about to be a fight.." She said with a bit of a frown..
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Post by Marinna Neilson on Dec 26, 2007 16:45:34 GMT -5
Marinna looked over at Chloe smiling. "Awww.. I know you'd pick AM. He's like the sweetest guy in the world. I love him to death," she commented. Suddenly she looked up at all of the commotion as people ran out of the Cafeteria. "Ooh, drama," she cooed as she stood up and slid her seat back, "I'm going to go see what it's all about." With that, she walked out of the cafeteria her boots clicking with every step.
"Excuse me, Pardon me," she said as she pushed through a crowd of people. Finally, she had made it to the railing at the top of the stairwell. What was going on? Suddenly, she heard someone whisper, "Are they gonna fight?" Looking down, she spotted Jackson and some other kid. "Who's that other kid?" she asked nobody in particular as she squinted trying to make out who it was. "That's my nigga, Tyrone Bard," said a black boy of around her age, who smelled like a whole bottle of Smirnoff Vodka.
Marinna looked down to Jackson as she stood there. He was yelling at Tyrone, no surprise. They've only fought time and time again, it only got worse with every punch and every word. Marinna rolled her eyes once more, Jackson always thought he was the best fighter in school. I guess that's why he's got the shit kicked out of him everytime he fought with Ty. "Wow, Jackson, really mature of you," Marinna commented as she walked by, "Sure you aren't drunk and saying shit you don't mean again?"
She smirked, satisfied with what she had to say. She was praying that if they got in a fight, Tyrone would beat the hell out of him. At the same time, she hoped Jackson wouldn't just drop it to come after her again. She couldn't help it, her mouth would just pop off with some of these comments. She was trying to break Jackson, but nothing worked when she did it. So why did she keep trying?
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Tyrone Bard
Resident of Drakesville
Gangster/Convict/Jock[M:0]
Posts: 43
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Post by Tyrone Bard on Dec 26, 2007 16:47:55 GMT -5
As Tyrone reached the bottom of the stairs it seemed that all hell had broken loose. His two friends backed up, letting Ty handle this shit himself. He hated this cracker of a son of a bitch, and these racial slurs he was using against Tyrone just made the anger build up inside of Tyrone more, Ty's vision got blurred as he just stared at the redneck fuck getting in his face.
He knew Candace knew his hatred towards this redneck fuck, and she knew how dangerous he could be.. He glared at Jack as he continued his shit, he shook his head as he began to speak cutting Jack off.. "You listen here, you be the one that is just bein a dick to all these ladies, and bein a damned racist prick! You need another good ass kickin?" He said as he closed his eyes and pushed both of his hands into Jack's chest with some stamina, but not all of his stamina, he ignored the horde of people crowding around them, he just did this little push to ignite the fire.
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Post by Dzhastyn Dzhiize on Dec 26, 2007 16:58:48 GMT -5
Dzhastyn kissed back and smiled at her. He rested his forehead softly against hers and looked deeply into her eyes. When she mentioned a fight he just shrugged. He wasn't too concerned. He wasn't about to get involved at all and as long as they didn't make their way over to them, he didn't see much of a reason to care. His curiosity did peek over who was involved. He couldn't help he. He glanced over to try to make faces but couldn't see through the crowd. Turning back to Krissi and Chloe he shrugged.
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Post by Candace Jernay on Dec 26, 2007 16:59:39 GMT -5
Candace moved, sitting down at the table that had Krista and Chloe at it. She heard the words start to get spread and looked over at the group surrounding the boys. She raised an eyebrow and then looked at the other people at the table. She knew that Tyrone hated Jackson and she understood it. Jackson got out of hand a lot of the time, maybe TyTy wasn't even heading towards jackson but Jackson made the move towards him to provack him.
She watched as Tyrone shoved him alittle and stood up, heading towards the crowd. She stood beside Marinna and looked at Tyrone. "TyTy, what you doin'? He ain't worth you get suspended over fightin'."She told him. She didn't want to start anything with Jackson but at the same time she was on Tyrone's side for being understanding of his hatred.
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Post by Krista Daniels on Dec 26, 2007 17:14:09 GMT -5
Krissi smiled as he kissed her, she slowly placed her hand ontop of his on her knee, interlacing her fingers with his.. She then seen as Jackson flew backwards.. She knew a big fight was a bout to happen, she squeezed Dzhastyn's hand a bit as she looked around at the happenings.. She heard them talk alot of crap.. She sighed.. she hoped no one got hurt.. But Tyrone also flirted with her while she was unwilling so she kind of hoped he got what he deserved, secretly she pulled for Jackson. She then looked at Rinna, she stood up, put her hands gently on her shoulders and pulled her to the table, sitting her down.. she then sat back down besides Dzhastyn.. "Rinna, dont get involved, you could get hurt.. Just watch and hope and pray that no one gets hurt" She said, she was truly looking out for Rinna's interests..
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Post by Jackson Frost on Dec 26, 2007 17:20:02 GMT -5
He heard Rinna's voice echo throughout his head, this had been the longest the two had ever fought, but she really knew how to piss him off, he wouldnt let some girl break him though, not at all, he turned to her, raising his voice.. anger clearly in his voice.. "Would you SHUT THE FUCK UP, FOR ONCE?!" He said, and with that he was pushed, he slid back on his boots a bit, and then readjusted himself.. He shook his head as he drew his fists back..
He approached Tyrone again, turning to one side, pulling his right fist back, and launching it like a cannon in war, the muscles he had gained from farm working made his punches hurt really bad, just ask his dad. He shoved his knuckles towards the face of Tyrone, and he then launched his second cannon, his left fist towards the chin of Tyrone in an uppercut fashion.. "I'm gonna deal with your black ass once and for fucking all!" He said, as the students let off some Ooo's and Ahhh's.. No teacher was in sight.. not one.
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Post by Viktor Ivanov on Dec 26, 2007 17:29:52 GMT -5
Viktor was walking down the stairs when he saw that Jackson and Tyrone were about the literally kill each other. He decided to do the thing that made the most sense to him at the moment. He walked next to Tyrone and said, "I got your back, man."
Then he stood just behind Tyrone, and waited for Jackson to make a move. He wanted to punch Jackson, after all, he was a good for nothing racist redneck, but decided that Ty should be able to handle this one on his own. He stood back, and waited for the powder keg to explode.
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Post by Chloe Sparx on Dec 26, 2007 17:33:45 GMT -5
Chloe smiled at Dzhastyn and Krista, she was glad they was happy together, she didnt receive a reply from AM yet, so she just dug into her salad, taking a sip off of her coke as she began to eat the lettuce off of the salad, but not before studying each bite first, it was just how she was, she liked to look at her food before she ate it.
She then watched as the fight erupted, Rinna was screaming, Jackson and Tyrone were shoving, she sighed a bit, looking at them all.. "Just leave Rinna be, Krissi, she needs to let off some of that anger." She said, and she meant it too.. She then seen Viktor stand up and get in the middle of it, She had put Viktor under her wing since he had gotten there, and he was like her brother.
She stood up, grabbing ahold of Viktor's masculene arm.. "You dont need to get involved in this, Viktor, you'll get in trouble, and trouble means no football, You actually have a reason not to get involved.. Just come sit down with us, okay?" She said, begging him, almost...
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Post by Viktor Ivanov on Dec 26, 2007 17:39:33 GMT -5
"Chloe, your like a sister to me. Let me handle this one. Everything'll be alright, okay?" And with that, he went back to backing up Ty, and waiting for something to happen.
He then shouted so both Chloe and Jackson could here, "And I do have a reason. he's a goddamn racist, good-for nothing, womanizer, who cares for no one but himself."
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