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Post by colbygraves on Feb 16, 2013 19:53:08 GMT -5
Colby was accustomed to being picked on, pranked, bullied, etc. However you wanted to call it, he was used to it. It was something that happened every day. But today was a good day so far. He hadn't been thrown into a dumpster, or even had anything thrown at him in the cafeteria. That was a first for the school year thus far. Although, the day wasn't over yet. He didn't have enough faith to believe people could be decent enough to go a whole day without picking on him. Would that be a dream come true? Most likely, yes. But also too good to be true. Even his brother couldn't go a whole day without picking on him. But his brother was 18 now, and they didn't live together.
Today, however, was a decent day in May. He was walking across the lawn, text books in arm. He was returning from a math class, but had a break before his next one, so he had two books in his arms. He was wearing nothing out of the usual. Dark blue jeans, a plaid shirt with a grey tank top underneath, and his maroon and black beanie cap that matched his shirt. And no outfit would be complete without his black and white vans. He really did need to get new shoes, but maybe his up and coming shopping trip with Pacey would fix that. He was the kind of person who hated change. Of any sort. He could become accustomed to it but when things got too out of the normal he would become uncomfortable.
Actually, everything made him uncomfortable and nervous.
He didn't really like school that much. He hadn't decided his plan for the future yet. He wanted to continue on to university. His ultimate dream was to become famous on Broadway. Acting and singing and have his name known all over the world. But his brother, and the rest of his family, or people that knew about his goal, made it pretty clear that he needed a back up plan. That kind of upset him, everybody needed goals and dreams right? He had been pursuing this one since he was able to talk. Okay, maybe not quite that young, but pretty close to it.
However, his thoughts were quickly broken by the sound of water and all of a sudden being pelted in the face by a sprinkler. He was drenched pretty quickly, and felt his heart nearly sink. Well, that was a new one. Not. He knew they didn't turn the sprinklers on at this time of day, somebody was doing it. Probably one of the water students. he seemed to be a regular of them. "Okay. I guess I deserved that one for breathing." He muttered, before moving out of the range of the sprinklers, and dropping - or, forcefully placing - his books on the ground, and wiping the water off his forehead with his sleeve. "Uncreative, though!" He said, just loud enough hopefully for whoever did it to hear.
"Who's next? Haven't had anything thrown at me today. Or locked in the bathroom, even!" He was being more sarcastic than anything, but it was true. He was used to being bullied and picked on, but that didn't mean he enjoyed it. Now his text books were wet, too. "That's awesome..." He muttered, crouching down and picking up his homework page, which had been placed on top of his book, now wet. "Oh well. Not like I needed to do that anyways." He said, under his breath, wiping off his cheek again from the sprinkler, before picking his stuff up again. He wasn't one to whine or complain about anything, but that didn't mean he actually enjoyed it. Although that was probably better than having a water balloon or something thrown at him.
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Post by ANNABEL LYNNE DALE on Feb 22, 2013 22:02:50 GMT -5
As the school year drew close to summer break, Annabel found herself itching for a good prank. It had been a while since she'd really gotten anyone good and as a lover of all pranks and trickery, this annoyed her. Though she was no angel by any means, she did her best to avoid things that would cause lasting damage. She wasn't looking to hospitalize or mentally traumatize anyone. Well, all right, so maybe she'd dished out a few low blows to some Fires and Thunders in her time but hey, they asked for it. It wasn't like she'd never been shocked or burned. She saw her nastier array of pranks as simple payback.
Today wasn't going as well as she'd planned. No strokes of brilliance came to her and no worthy victims caught her eye. By midday she found herself lounging on the lawn with a bored expression, shirking the homework in her bag that she probably should be focusing on. It was hot outside, a more humid day in May, and she had a nearly-finished bottle of water beside her. She couldn't wait for the day when she could create her own supply of water right out of thin air so that she didn't have to go all the way back inside to get another one. She cast a longing glance at the double doors that led inside the castle. They seemed like miles away in this heat. She was resting under the shade of a tree with her back to the trunk and venturing out from the protection of its leaves didn't seem all too appealing. Perhaps when the sprinklers came on, she'd run through them to the safety of the school.
Bright blue eyes lit up as it clicked. The sprinklers! Yes! They had a pre-existing water supply that she could manipulate and instead of using this to turn them on and bolt toward the school, she had every intention of getting up to no good. From the shelter of the tree she waited for an unsuspecting target, a sly smirk on her face as a boy she did not know emerged from the school. Now's my chance. She waited until the position was perfect and then channeled the water through the sprinklers, a hiss starting up as the ones nearest her and the boy sprang to life. She covered her mouth and held in a laugh as they soaked him, not wanting to blow her cover.
He took it a little more harshly than intended and she raised her brows with a frown as he muttered irritably under his breath. She wasn't too phased by the insult to her pranking skills. Uncreative doesn't mean it wasn't funny. He continued to whine about it and Annabel's decision to stay hidden was cast aside as she hefted her bag onto her shoulder and strode toward him. "You need to calm your tits, bro." Her words didn't hold much sympathy, more of a disdain. Couldn't this guy take a joke? Giving an exasperated sigh and shaking her head, she said, "It's just a bit of water, what's your problem, anyway?" It was when she cast her eyes on the sodden homework page that she realised she might get him into trouble. I don't really care if he's Fire or Thunder, she thought spitefully. But then, what if he wasn't? Rather than apologising, she shrugged. "It's hot as Satan's asscrack out here, you should be thanking me." No one claimed she was eloquent.
[Sorry for the wait! D:]
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Post by colbygraves on Feb 25, 2013 1:16:34 GMT -5
Colby had gotten off luck in the fact that he didn't really have an alliance he had to pick. He didn't feel he really felt in with either. He wasn't really friendly and social like the waters, nor was he - for lack of better term - fiery and vengeful like the thunders and fires. He was a pacifist, so he fit in that way well. While with somebody he was extremely close to, like Pacey, he opened up and was kind of silly. He was creative, and lived mostly in his own head. He tended to make up scenario's and live vicariously through them. To pretend in his own mind that he was somebody different, sometimes that made things a bit better at times. However, he couldn't put those things to action in the real world. Maybe he just needed to perfect his acting skills more.
Yeah, that was it. He could just hone in on his inner actor, and become a character. Not become himself. But that was fake. So fake. He didn't want to be fake, but being himself was so hard sometimes. He had frequently had people judge him for his clothing, and his stutter. What they didn't understand was that the stutter would go away eventually if he got comfortable around them. It wasn't really a medical condition. Just a nervous habit.
Colby had always been good at taking jokes. He was the butt of most of them, so he had to learn to laugh it off. But he had been having a good day. And this was something that happened more often than he cared about. You would think that maybe he would learn to just stay off the lawn and away from the sprinklers? Maybe, but that wasn't the way his brain flowed. However, he jumped when he heard a voice, not really expecting somebody to actually come out. "You need to calm your tits, bro." It said. It was a females voice, one that didn't sound familiar, and he turned to see whom it was that was talking to him.
She was pretty, he noticed almost right away. Which, of course, made his face flush the slightest tinge of red. But in his defense, the little bit of anger that he had worked up would detour his stutter a little - hopefully. " I ... I am calm." He said, under his breath, not even sure if it was loud enough for her to hear. But she sounded kind of irritated. Did she hear all of his ramblings that he didn't think anybody heard. He couldn't make eye contact with her - however, maybe if he avoided that then he would be golden. though doubtful.
" I.. D-don't have a .. p-problem." He stuttered, shifting his weight uncomfortably. he was worse than a teen age gibbon in a shark tank when it came to how he felt around people. At least a gibbon would probably have the nerve to try to get away from the shark. Colby just walked right into traps all the time. "No need to thank you. Happens to me just about e-every day. You know. Even in the winter!" He was slightly irritated, as he glanced back to the homework that he had out that was more or less soiled. He would have to redo what he had done. Which probably meant it just wouldn't get done. "B-but really... it's not a.. big deal. Rather this than g-getting thrown in the dumpster. or locked in the b-bathroom. You know. Normal every day shit." He just felt flustered now. He shook his head and started walking, his stuff in arm. "Sorry to disturb your...fun." He felt bad, like maybe he had said too much. Or been kind of cruel. But, he didn't really care. Or at least not right now.
He just wished he had the mental strength to fight back. Or do something back, anyways.
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Post by ANNABEL LYNNE DALE on Mar 7, 2013 6:02:57 GMT -5
He wasn't looking at her, and so he wouldn't see Annabel's brows arch upward when he defended himself under his breath. Had there been any noise around them louder than the slight rustling of wind in the leaves, his voice likely would have been stolen away and he'd have been off the hook. As it was, she did the mature thing and rolled her eyes. "Might want to speak up. Bet there's some people in China who didn't hear ya." Right, like he hadn't heard that one before. Hey, no one said she was particularly creative. Even her pranks lacked a distinctive personal edge a majority of the time. She played them because they were fun, not because she prided herself on being a master of creation.
The boy, whose name she didn't know, continued on with his passive aggressive complains against her. He wasn't handling this very well, if she did say so herself. Just water. She felt the need to justify her prank to herself, keep that old ego fed and her conscience from biting her in the ass. Said conscience could be a difficult thing to manage at times. What a wuss. Is he an Earth? Bet he's an Earth. They tended to be the sensitive types. Despite her thoughts on him, Annabel did not feel particularly malicious. The cruellest of her comments were reserved for those of the opposite alliance and while it was entirely possible that he belonged to said alliance, she had no proof and so could take no actions against him with a clear mind. Probably not a Fire, though... he'd have killed me if he was, right? She inwardly cringed as she remembered one Caleb Cross and his reaction to her messing around. Yeah, the Fires tended to have... strong reactions.
Shaking her head, she sighed emphatically. "Those tits of yours? Not calm." She ignored the nagging feeling that maybe she should apologise and instead made a face. "Sides, why would I throw you in a dumpster? That's not even funny, that's gross." Who did that, anyway? She'd never seen anyone get thrown in a dumpster before, now that she thought about it. She'd certainly never been thrown into one herself. I'd kick their ass. And probably lose. She talked tough and she liked to think that she was tough but at the end of the day she was a teenage girl of average height and questionable muscle mass. She'd lose most fights she picked. He started to walk away, saying something about disturbing her fun, and she hesitated. "Geez, no need to take it so personal." He was making her feel like a bit of a dick. She still refused to apologise, for it wasn't as if she'd singled him out, but it bothered her a little all the same. "It's not like I stalked you down or some shit like that. Sorry to pop your ego bubble." All right, so it was an apology... of the wrong sort. Oh well.
[I'm not usually this bad with making people wait, just been going through some stuff </3 Sorry!]
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