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Post by Leandro INRIGUE Gonzales on May 7, 2012 15:10:00 GMT -5
"Alright, who was it? No, really, I'm not going to ask again nor will I be as nice about it the next time around," exclaimed a very irate person.
It was one thing to mess with Leandro's food or clothes but all hell would break loose upon the soul that tampered with the one object that he idolized. Of course, some could say within reason that he cherished a lot of stuff from soap to cheese. However, there was one piece of electronic equipment that was completely off limits to everybody. Leandro only allowed his right index finger to touch that thing and the other fingers were not even allowed to do so and those fingers were apart of this man's body. He had only one request and that was for this earthly possession to be left alone.
His outburst into the student deemed area was probably uncalled for. He was supposed to be setting an example. Not only was he being a horrible role model of an adult but he was also being just as equally horrible for that crime he called fashion. This man had the nerve to come into the arcade portion of the student hub dressed like a red headed leprechaun. He wore a green shirt, green jeans that were skin tight and green sneakers that, actually, were from high school. The footwear were known as Chuck Taylors. He cut out the front portion to make them into makeshift sandals that were indicative of homeless attire.
"Touch yourself at night? I could give a crap. Touch the little boy around the corner? Go to jail. Still don't care. But touch my freakin' jukebox? That's a 1974 classic people!" While he understood he was in a school made for kids he wasn't about to let this go. Some of the youngsters pulled pranks on him like pouring hot sauce into his water in the cafeteria when he wasn't looking or leave skunks in his classroom when class was out of session. He let those happenings go and didn't care. But the jukebox? No, somebody had to pay. He stood there like the leader of the Spartans ready to kick someone into the pit of doom with verbal beat downs and epic hissy fits.
He knew at least some students had to be here. Some cut class, used this place as a hormonal expelling pit with flirting and some were here when class was legitimately over. Therefore, he expected some answers.
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Post by REBEKKA LOTTY BAKKER on May 7, 2012 18:59:28 GMT -5
[style=color: #eedb15; font-size: 15px; text-align: center; font-family: arial; text-shadow: #000000 1px 1px 1px; width: 400px; line-height: 5%; text-transform: uppercase; font-style: italic;]she found out she couldn't fly
she found a mountain that was far too high and when she found out she couldn't fly, well it was too late. its too late, she's gone too far, she's lost the sun. she's come undone -------- Bekka was minding her own sweet business, dozing off on a bright orange bean bag chair, snoring and maybe drooling just a little bit, when all of a sudden, some rude ass motherflipper burst through the door, red hair flying all around him. Bekka, half asleep with her eyes still closed, decided that he was a cocky sonuvabetch. What was he even going on about, in any case?
Finally, she pulled herself off the floor--most of her was hanging off of the bean bag--and swiveled towards the door just in time to hear the man start talking again. She tilted her head to the side. That was no rude student! He was a teacher. At least, she thought he was. After a few moments of no one standing up to take the blame, Bekka decided to take it upon herself to make a sort of speech, and hopped up, walking over to Leonardo and crossing her arms over her chest, turning around to face the room when she was even with him.
She pursed her lips and gave them all her most intimidating glare. "What's wrong with all o' y'all? Can't you see the poor man is in distress?" she asked loudly, and very dramatically. However, as was per usual, there was a grin on her face. Bekka never stayed serious for very long. "Damn. What a shame. What's this world coming to that a man can't even leave his juke box unattended without anythin' happening to it?" she added.
Then she turned to Leonardo, and, before speaking, part of her kind of wished she had done whatever it was he was talking about. Bekka hadn't exactly been up to any mischief lately, and there was always a bit of thrill that came with getting in trouble. Not to mention being able to gripe about whatever teacher had caught her to her friends. Story like those always made people laugh, and Bekka really loved when other people laughed at her jokes.
"Mister, I promise on all that I know is good that I will probably-maybe find out who did this to your poor jukebox." She put her pointer and middle finger up to her forehead and saluted him in a melodramatic show of respect. She suddenly felt really short next to this raging teacher. "What exactly happened, anyway?" she asked, suddenly dropping her act and putting all of her weight on one leg and bending the other so her hip rose, one of her hands resting on it. There weren't many occasions that found Bekka in any other pose, really, when she was being still.
WORDS: 435 TAG: Leandro/Foe OUTFIT: hereNOTES: sassy bekka [/style]
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Post by Leandro INRIGUE Gonzales on May 7, 2012 19:41:14 GMT -5
While he would have been freaked out by this young lady he wasn't in the mood to be freaked out. But he wasn't buying her concern. He pulled pranks before and had people pull pranks on him. He always figured it was the fi
While he would have been freaked out by this young lady he wasn't in the mood to be freaked out. But he wasn't buying her concern. He pulled pranks before and had people pull pranks on him. He always figured it was the first to speak up that was the culprit. There was no way for him to know this for sure. Given his history when it came to people Leandro was predisposed to feel this way.
"So, I'm sitting down listening to any way you want it. You know, I wish more people felt like Journey did with their positive outlook on life. Next thing you know I hear a crash. Now, I know I shouldn't have placed that thing in the main hall. I just figured the place could use some color given the fact that the main hall appears to be a funeral home when it comes to depressing people. I go to check things out and, what do ya know? My jukebox was partially smashed," he explained.
Leandro knew that piece of crap jukebox wasn't worth a penny with a hole in it. The sentimental value was what he was complaining about. The more he thought about the situation the more he considered suing the school for property damage. However, suing employers never faired too well when it came to keeping a job. Letting it go was probably the best course of action. Leandro never took the best course but instead the hard and painful one.
This young lady received a left eyebrow quirking from the teacher. "You wouldn't know what happened to my jukebox, would you? I mean, if you knew you would tell me. You know you can tell me. I won't be mad. I won't try to get you expelled and try my hardest to set up a situation where I can catch you in a dark alley and beat you with a dirty Coke can filled with quick dry cement that I let sit over night," he said. Leandro was lying. He'd try to do the worst to anybody at harmed his "baby."
"Pardon me," he said. Leandro reached into his pocket and pulled out a cellular device. His mother was calling. He pointed at the phone and a laser beam came from his index finger. That was the fourth phone in four months that he destroyed out of anger.
rst to speak up that was the culprit. There was no way for him to know this for sure. Given his history when it came to people Leandro was predisposed to feel this way.
"So, I'm sitting down listening to any way you want it. You know, I wish more people felt like Journey did with their positive outlook on life.
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Post by REBEKKA LOTTY BAKKER on May 15, 2012 18:25:57 GMT -5
[style=color: #eedb15; font-size: 15px; text-align: center; font-family: arial; text-shadow: #000000 1px 1px 1px; width: 400px; line-height: 5%; text-transform: uppercase; font-style: italic;]she found out she couldn't fly
she found a mountain that was far too high and when she found out she couldn't fly, well it was too late. its too late, she's gone too far, she's lost the sun. she's come undone -------- Bekka normally made it a rule not to trust adults, and not to befriend them. But as soon as this dude started talking about Journey (He has a jukebox! How cool is that?), she was sold. So he has two strikes on him already--he's a teacher and an adult--but that doesn't mean anything! It's the third one that really counts. She had to learn that the hard way--she couldn't hit a single thing after she got two strikes when she first started playing. She got too nervous.
"Well, sir, I have to reckon that you're not taking responsibility for your own faults. Putting the jukebox outside had good intentions, sure, but if it hadn't been there and you had been watching, it wouldn't o' got hurt. You also gotta take into account that it coulda been an accident. I mean, have you seen the stuff some of those band kids carry around? That's some heavy shit. It coulda easily smashed up your juke box and it was all just an accident." Bekka wasn't very worried about making her teacher suspicious. She felt herself above such mundane practical jokes as smashing a jukebox. Gutting it and filling it with frogs, sure. But smashing it? Too easy. Surely this teacher would look at her and realize that a genius like her would never lower herself to such a level.
Bekka didn't bat an eye when Leandro threatened her. When she was done, she put her hand on his shoulder and gave him a very serious look. "Leonardo, Sir, I hate that you're implying that I would ever do such a thing. I respect you. I even think you're pretty cool on occasion." She dropped her hand to resume her position with her hand on her hip. "And besides. If anyone did it intentionally, it's probably the lamest joke ever. Like, seriously. Smashing it? There have got to be more creative options." She shook hear head to show her disappointment with the world.
When he blew up his phone, Bekka's mouth dropped. "Ohmygodthatwassocool. Canyoudothatagain? Holycrapyou'relikeasuperhero. IwishIhadapowerlikethat.Ohmygoshwhat." She was speaking so fast that her words all blended together. She was even hopping up and down a little in her excitement. Not that she went to a school full of supernatural teens or anything. No. This was way cooler.
WORDS: 381 TAG: Leandro/Foe OUTFIT: hereNOTES: sassy bekka [/style]
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