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Entry tags:
- [log],
- aerika dahlman,
- alexander vonvandergilley,
- areli aurum,
- artemis alderina,
- cassidy calloway,
- clinton calloway,
- daevin maribel,
- doris ladonna,
- eivee lorange,
- elijah lancaster,
- havi miniti,
- inara venri,
- issa galanodel,
- jojo mckelly,
- kotori naiyah,
- mason truitt,
- nero phost,
- pajea jovini,
- rosalind strangenorth,
- tanum machault,
- toivo kissa
[log] you're all in big trouble
who: Everyone
what: Ms. Strangenorth has pulled every student into the gym right after last period and you're all in trouble.
where: The gym
when: If she has to keep you here all night, she will.
Rosalind stared stonily at each and every student as they filed into the gym. Under her gaze, even the innocent ones looked away guiltily as if she knew every class they'd skipped over the past four years.
Once they were all seated on the rows of bleachers, she continued to stare, arms folded, until everyone was sweating with nerves.
"Which one of you," she said with the cold of a thousand winters in her voice. "Put Mr. Calloway's car on the roof of the school."
what: Ms. Strangenorth has pulled every student into the gym right after last period and you're all in trouble.
where: The gym
when: If she has to keep you here all night, she will.
Rosalind stared stonily at each and every student as they filed into the gym. Under her gaze, even the innocent ones looked away guiltily as if she knew every class they'd skipped over the past four years.
Once they were all seated on the rows of bleachers, she continued to stare, arms folded, until everyone was sweating with nerves.
"Which one of you," she said with the cold of a thousand winters in her voice. "Put Mr. Calloway's car on the roof of the school."
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"Man fuck you, you don't know shit. You're just mad cause you totally tattled 'n now people are gunna know."
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Let me tell you how bad of a mood Cassidy is in right now.
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"I'm not gunna snitch first of all, n I could get out of here any time I wanted." Elliot gave Cas a little shove, " So shut up"
He didn't really know how to pick fights, or who not to pick fights with.
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Right now? Really? Some little freshman was really trying to pick a fight right here. Fine whatever, he instigated it a little bit. This kid was just dumber than he first thought. Wanting to pick a fight in the Gym with the entire school and teachers watching. That would get him thrown out of here in a flash- oh.
Cassidy's demeanor switched back to being a little more smug "Wouldn't want you to break your fingers trying to fight me."
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" Man, whatever, you're not gunna do shit anyway. "
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"You sure you aren't going to fall and get stuck between the bleachers trying to hit me? It's a real concern you should have."
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Instead he just tried to take a swing at Cassidy, because fuck that he's not that small to get stuck in the bleachers. Even if he basically did earlier.
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He whiped some blood off of his mouth, at least he moved out of the way so Elliot's fist wouldn't collide with his nose. That would have for sure stained his black shirt. Elliot didn't even fucking back up after hitting him? Christ, this was too easy.
Cassidy jabbed one of his elbows back, hitting Elliot with enough force in the gut to knock the wind out of him.
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Elliot stumbled backwards a couple steps and coughed, trying to catch his break for a moment. Shit that actually hurt, what was with this guy??
Once he could breath a little again, Elliot just tried to tackle Cassidy down into the bleachers. If he could get him stuck, then Elliot could for sure get a few good hits on him, right.
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So when Elliot came barreling at him and tried to tackle him down the bleachers Cassidy grabbed onto Elliot and flipped him so that Cas would land ontop and not hit the metal bleachers.
"What the fuck is your problem?!" Cas shouted, raising his voice a hell of a lot louder than he usually did "Are you trying to get me killed pushing me off the fucking bleachers?"
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" Get the fuck off me!! "
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But once Cassidy was up, Elliot kicked him as hard as he could from where he was in the leg, because at least he could reach him now. He wasn't just going to let Cas sit there and yell at him, whatever, Cas totally started the fight anyway. Totally.
preparing an action
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So of course he goes for him again, and of course Cassidy hits him hard. Elliot fell back between two rows of seats, hands clasped over his face. He'd whacked his head pretty hard against the seat and, regardless of the fact that he was for sure stuck between the seats, wasn't making a move to get back up and go after Cassidy at all. Naw, he was just whining and holding his face.
Maybe you shouldn't pick fights when you can go down in like a hit, Elliot.
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"Nice hook though-" back to Cassidy.
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By the time he reached them, the fight was basically over. Both kids' faces were bleeding, and Cassidy was favoring one leg. Meekus grabbed Cassidy's shoulder.
"What were you two thinking, starting a fight when you're already in trouble?" Meekus shook his head, hauling Cassidy away from the other boy, and then kneeling to help Elliot up from the bleachers.
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"That one was self defense."
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" Man get off me! "
No he was pretty stuck, actually.
He was just angry and embarrassed at this point. Shit this really hurt, and his face was already swelling a little. This was bullshit.
"Like hell that was self defense!! He just hit me!" Elliot looked to Meekus again. He could probably get Cassidy in a lot of trouble, maybe?? If no one around them says anything??? Maybe??
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He started walking towards the exit.
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