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Post by DA VINCI~ on Jul 14, 2011 0:14:30 GMT -5
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"Nice hair, freak.""Nice face, douche."Xaen strode through the hallway with her hands in her pockets. Her dust-coat was replaced with a black jacket and hood. Though she usually kept the hood down, it was still helpful in keeping her identity secret while making night-runs with the Saltren.
She wore an amused expression as she swerved between couples and groups of highschoolers. Today was Friday, and also Ms. Macentire's fiftieth birthday. Unfortunately as Cysrin High goes, she does not get the day off, nor does she have the right to take a sick day. And that fact resulted in Xaen's need to celebrate...
Suddenly, her seperate-colored eyes caught onto a familiar set of messy features. Xaen's lips broke out into a grin as she made her way forward to August. "Hey Adam Lambert, you really have to get me a stick of that new eye-stuff" Xaen humoured as she poked at the spot below his eye. "It's MacNCheese's birthday. I'd like to... give her my regards. You in?" She said, quickly getting to the point.
Xaen leaned back on the locker beside August's and gave him an almost challenging grin. Oh- this was going to be fun.
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Post by TESLA on Jul 16, 2011 22:38:21 GMT -5
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...Is Macentire's birthday.
August huffed heavily as books fell out of his crammed locker. This rarely happened to anyone else because, in August’s case, hardly any of them were school books. Reading books, drawing books, even some stupid history books he bought solely for the purpose of cutting out a chunk big enough to fit spray paint cans in to elude the totally lame teachers who constantly strived to catch him in his acts of horror.
As he was cramming the last book in the top shelf of his locker, a very easily recognized face appeared.
”Hey Adam Lambert, you really have to get me a stick of that new eye-stuff,” Xaen teased, poking his eye. He pulled away, rolling his eyes but laughing. It was true, he over did it by far with the eye-liner this morning. He usually used it in moderation, but it really bugged his Dad, so, naturally, he caked it on.
”It’s Mac’N’Cheese’s birthday. I’d like to… give her my regards. You in?” This sparked a grin on August’s porcelain features.
”I was hoping you’d say that. I was up most of the night thinking of ways to make her day… unforgettable.” Still grinning, he shoved his books into a crappy old bag, frowning and making a mental note to go buy a new one.
”So what d’you have first? I’m stuck in English.”
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Post by DA VINCI~ on Jul 16, 2011 23:38:24 GMT -5
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"I was hoping you'd say that. I was up most of the night thinking of ways to make her day... unforgettable."
August said with a grin. Xaen revealed her own Cheshire-cat smirk and watched as the guy shoved his books into a worn-out bag. "So what d'you have first? I'm stuck in English." Xaen punched him playfully and eyed his bag, "I think your main concern should be replacing that shitty purse." She turned away from him to go to her own locker while calling over her shoulder, "I got Math, but I'm skipping out. I'll see you in second menstrual cycle." A few passing students gave her weird looks and she smirked, "I'm such an attention whore."
There was still 15 minutes before class, and Xaen knew that it was best to settle in a hiding place before any snitches made their way there. Xaen dodged through cliques and people as she made her way downstairs to the change-rooms by the Gym. She pressed a hand on the girl's door, but re-thought. Pivoting, Xaen opened the boy's change room and grinned as she hid in one of the bathroom stalls.
~ ஜ۩۞۩ஜ ~
First period ended and Xaen made her way out and into the halls to go to second period, unbeknownst to anyone else. When the boys came out of the Gym doors and into the change-room, they were confused to find that all their pants were gone.
She walked into the classroom about 7 minutes late, and went to the back of the classroom to her seat. Plopping herself down and kicking her feet up, Xaen waited for Ms.Macentire to stop scowling and hand her a history textbook- the usual routine. Xaen used a lazy finger to push open the book, turning to the correct page and wrinkling her nose at the topic. "Vikings?" she muttered with distaste. Pushing the textbook aside, she picked up her own notebook and pencil, and drew a fat man with a beard and a horned hat. Beside it, she made a speech-bubble and wrote"I'm Horny." She lifted it up too show August, waving to get his attention.
After a couple seconds of getting a creeped-out look from the person who sat next to August, she noticed that her hand was covering the viking. She suppressed a laugh and flipped off August's desk-partner before removing her hand so he could see the whole picture. ((Look at bottom of post for the picture))
Suddenly, Xaen's nose caught on to something salty as Ms.Macentire opened a tiny bag from her purse. What is that... Dinosaur crackers? She cocked her head to one side and grinned. Ms.Macentire was sneaking Dinosaur Crackers into her mouth?!
Xaen quickly scribbled down the food before lifting it up for August to read, a hand covering her mouth while she tried not to laugh.
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Post by TESLA on Jul 29, 2011 14:58:08 GMT -5
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…I found that I love Vikings.
August frowned disapprovingly as Xaen playfully hit his shoulder, sticking out his lips to make a pouty face.
”I think your main concern should be replacing that shitty purse,” Xaen said with a grin as she turned away and headed to her locker. ”I’ve got Math, but I’m skipping out. I’ll see you in second menstrual cycle.” August smirked and rolled his eyes, slamming his locker shut and dragging his bag to English class.
xxx ((OOC: LOL FOR EXPLICIT TIME PASSAGE))
Finally, after what seemed like hours, August managed to drag himself out of the classroom at the sound of the bell. He hated the English teacher, he had no spunk. Zero sense of humor.
For once in his life, he was relieved to sit down in a desk inside Ms. Macentire's class. It was one of the few that he and Xaen both had. But it was agony, staring at the clock, wondering how late she would be this time and if it’d be cause enough for The Macentire to give her a slip and a verbal spanking.
Finally, at seven minutes, thirteen seconds late, Xaen popped into class and, without hesitation, headed right for the closest empty desk to August. He couldn’t help but grin at her disgusted face when she saw that the new subject they were starting in History class was Vikings. Personally, he didn’t much mind it, because he could easily pass time in class just imagining Macentire wearing a Viking costume as she smacked the board with a meter stick as is she was slapping a dinosaur with a club.
Suddenly, in his peripheral vision, August noticed Xaen waving and, after glancing at the teacher, he turned to see what she wanted. He stared at the notebook a moment, hopelessly raising his eyebrows and grinning, chuckling softly. He waited for Xaen to catch on, pleased by her reaction. After staring at the Viking picture for a moment, he turned away and snickered helplessly, trying his best to remain silent as his sides quivered and heaved.
August's attention was again pulled from Mac'N'Cheese's boring lecture by Xaen beckoning him with a wave. His dark eyes met hers and she pointed to a box of Dino Crackers on the teacher's desk at the back of the room. August grinned and stifled a laugh, quickly sketching letters on his notebook. He lifted it up, facing Xaen, the page reading "Cannibal!"
Suddenly, August heard his name being called by the hoarse voice of Ms. Macentire. He quickly turned and faced forward, forcing his face to return to normal. ”WHAT on EARTH are you doing?! Give me that!” August cowered as she rapidly approached, aged, wrinkly hand extended and her face furrowed into the most ghastly scowl possible. He winced and she ripped the sketchbook out of his hands, waiting for the fit to worsen as she read what he had written.
”What is this? Who are you calling a cannibal?!” Thinking fast, August felt a shiver of cold sweat fall onto his spine. But it took him not a moment to calm himself and hide his terror, masking it with cool, calm collectedness. ”Why, nobody, Ms. Macentire. I was merely reminding Xaen about the pre-mature studying we did on Vikings together yesterday. During our research, we discovered that some Vikings were cannibals, and the odd few mothers would even eat their own children. Another interesting fact that we found is that Viking mothers, in desperation, would use their babies as shields in battle.” August put on his best teacher’s-pet smile that he could, though in Mactentire’s eyes it’d probably appear to be smug, and clasped his hands together, waiting for her reaction.
She curled up her lip, revealing thin, yellowed teeth and growled, ”I have one more disturbance from you, August, and it’ll be straight to the office for a punishment! I will NOT allow you to ruin this day for me!” And with that, she slammed his book on his desk and promptly click-clacked her way back to the front of the class. Stifling a laugh, August was dying to see Xaen’s expression, but decided it best to lie low until lunch… where the real fun would begin.
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Post by DA VINCI~ on Jul 29, 2011 15:53:20 GMT -5
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((NOTE: The power-playing in paragraph 6 was done with Luna's permission and input to move the thread a little more forward.))
"Cannibal?" Xaen's pale hand quickly covered her mouth as another went to hold her stomach, trying hard not to laugh. But the moment her senses caught Macentire's burning brown eyes glaring into her skin, she smoothly adjusted to make herself look as if she was biting her fingernails with boredom.
But as she raised an eyebrow at her teacher, she watched Macentire turn mechanically to August- her nostrils flaring as she began to march towards him. As August quickly wore a calm expression, she caught on and wore one of her own. August explained his writing and Xaen reminded herself to compliment him on his quick thinking. She leaned her head on a shoulder and looked smugly at Ms.Macentire while August told her of their "pre-studying." She nearly lost her lucid composure at the false fact of Viking Mothers using their babies as shields.
Xaen shook her head with a grin, and Ms.Macentire scowled and gave him a warning before marching back to her desk.
~ ஜ۩۞۩ஜ ~
Xaen stuck the textbooks her teachers re-supplied her with into her locker, shrugging off her black jacket and throwing it in with them. She smoothed out her navy-blue T-shirt and closed her locker with a well-formed punch. Clicking the lock into place, Xaen set off to August's locker.
When he was ready, she stuck her hands in her pocket and walked with him to the office. Filling out a quick slip saying they were going out to lunch, they strode out the doors. "Macentire's b-day present. Any ideas?" Xaen said without looking at him.
August smirked, "So I'm thinking, since Mac'n'cheese is so into antiques and art, that we give her a little artistic gift." Xaen cocked a brow, "Graffiti, I presume?" August nodded. "I ran out of spray paint after drawing faces on that garbage truck, so we could probably get some at Frankie's." Xaen grinned, admiring his train of thought.
~ ஜ۩۞۩ஜ ~
After coming out of the convenient store, Xaen stuck the last spray can into August's ever-enduring bag and began to make her way back to the school. "Lead the way to the wall of fame, Maestro." she teased his Italian heritage.
((OOC: Lol, when I said "Wall of Fame" I was referring to which wall August wanted to use to make graffiti on.))
TRANSLATIONS
Maestro (Italian): A way of saying master, leader, superior or teacher.
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Post by TESLA on Jul 29, 2011 23:29:09 GMT -5
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…I make a masterpiece.
Finally free from boring classes, August rushed to his locker and shoved his things inside. He tried to rush himself since, despite Xaen’s lazy pacing, she always managed to finish putting her things away before him. And, of course, just as he was grabbing his worn-out bag, there she was, leaning on the locker beside him.
Ignoring his uneventful defeat, the two filled out their permission slips and stalked casually out of school.
”Macentire’s b-day present. Any ideas?” August grinned and looked at Xaen.
”I thought you’d never ask. So I’m thinking, since Mac’n’cheese is so into antiques and art, that we give her a little artistic gift.”
”Graffiti, I presume?”
”You guessed it. I ran out of spray paint after drawing faces on that garbage truck, so we could probably get some at Frankie’s.” He returned Xaen’s toothy grin, and the two dark-haired rebels trotted off campus and towards the convenience store.
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Tattered bag full of spray paint, August and Xaen headed back to school. Since they didn’t have time to go get a pizza or something more filling, they just bought some junk and split a sub, stuffing their mouths on the way back.
Once they approached the school, the two put on their super-sleuth and sneaked around the front doors, which were being flooded by student returning from lunch, and headed to the parking lot. August quickly found Ms. Macentire’s shitty station wagon , faced the wall in front of it, tossed Xaen a bottle of spray-paint, and got to work.
~ ⌚~
August stepped back and admired their creation.
Happy birthday, Dorissaurus! Congrats on living a full eon! Too bad all the other dinos are dead!
They had jazzed it up with a few small dinos around the fabulous letters, and perfected it with some markers, all in about an hour. The two then sneaked back inside the school and hid out in the boy’s bathroom the period was over. Grinning all the way, they then followed the flow of students eager to return home outside, and waited in the crowd forming around the beaten-up station wagon and the rebels’ work of art. No matter what punishment, if any, came, August was glad to have done it.
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Post by DA VINCI~ on Jul 29, 2011 23:58:19 GMT -5
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Xaen stood with her hand in her pockets, leaning on the inside wall of the Handicap stall in the boy's bathroom. She took her last bite out of the split sub and waited for the sound of the bell. As soon as it rang, she nodded at August, pushed open the door and -much to the boys' surprise- walked through the men's bathroom and out into the hall.
Her long strides got her to her locker without too much delay, and she quickly threw on her black-and-blue jacket before grabbing her purple pack and rushing to August. As soon as his locker door closed, Xaen looped her arm with his own and pulled him halfway to the doors that lead outside.
She wasted no time in dashing to the scene of their crime, half-haphazardly pulling August in her rush. She was laughing quietly and quickly caught sight of Macentire's curly, gray bush-of-a head. Ducking behind a car not too far from where the old teacher stood, Xaen snickered and pulled her hood over her head just in case.
The old woman was walking casually to her "shit-colored" station wagon's reserved, Staff-parking spot and Xaen braced herself for the unsuspecting teacher's reaction. It was times like these that she thanked her shifting side for giving her better sight as she bent low on the gravel coated ground and peeked out from behind a tire.
At first, Doris Macentire eyebrows raised, then her mouth gaped and her bag slipped out of her bony fingers. Her knees began to wobble and her glasses nearly slid off her face at the stretch of which her features were widening at. Directly in front of her old station wagon was the school wall, mounted with a sign that signed her name on it, and behind that, a wall of pure violation.
"Happy Birthday Dorissaurus! Congrats on living a full eon! Too bad all the other dinos are dead!" She felt a hot, burning anger rise from her toes to her hair, making her wrinkled fists curl in and her teeth grind. The teacher whipped around to look for any suspects, only to be greeted with a half-empty parking lot and a few shocked students.
From behind the tire of the janitor's old Ford truck, Xaen was laughing her ass off and giving props to her partner in crime.
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Post by TESLA on Jul 30, 2011 0:50:40 GMT -5
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”I prove that ducktape truly is the best handyman.
August had to squint to focus his eyes on Macentire’s reaction, but it was hysterical all the same. Slapping hands, he and Xaen quickly made and escape, laughing all the way. Suddenly, just as they were getting off of school grounds, with a ghastly ripping sound, the contents of August’s bag scattered onto the ground.
Scowling, August collected his valuables, including a roll of duct taped. He ripped off a piece and repaired the hole. Standing up, he frowned, confused, at Xaen’s snickering expression.
”What?” August said, still frowning in defense of his worn-out bag.
”The hairy disaper finally breaks, eh? C’mon, we’re getting you a new one.”
And with that, August found himself being dragged down the street to a bus stop by a girl with blue hair, and eyes that said that after this, he’d never want to go shopping again.
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