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 Posted: Sat Nov 14, 2009 9:38 am
Perhaps, he considered, as they hoisted him by a fistful of shirt and sweater vest, he should -not- have refereed to them as an example of reverse evolution -right- after biology class. If he'd -waited- he personally felt they would not have understood the reference.
Fortunately -they- had to get to practice, so they didn't punch him TOO many times before they shoved him in the locker and closed it after.
He -wheezed- and swore for several minutes half sitting but not really short enough for that even though he at least had standing room.
"Invertebrate testosterone driven bags of muscle bound oxygen deprived..." He rattled off as soon as he had the -air- for it after the rather well executed solar plexus punch and then contemplated the urge to throw up that lingered still.
He kicked the door of the locker and then fumbled for his cell phone. It was that or -wait- for Dem or the Janitor to stop by.
FINE... it was -FINE- he'd dropped off the note with the teacher, now if Dem had just -remembered for once to slip the other into the jock's locker then he'd feel at least -slightly- better.
He punched Dem's speed dial grumbling the whole time.
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Posted: Sat Nov 14, 2009 10:15 am
A note hrm? Funny that when he was supposed to be delivering some kind of note, Demy was instead outside playing with his new 'toy'. A toy which looked suspiciously like a paper airplane made out of an all important note. But hey man, he totally still had the intention to drop it off! Riiiight after this test flight! The blonde pulled back and quickly flicked his wrist forward, watching the plane fly off. Perfect! Now to just retrieve it and deliver it---
Demy stopped, perking up a bit at a rather familiar sounding ring. ...Hey wait, that was his ring! A hand dug into his pocket, and he quickly pulled his phone out and flipped it open.
"Youuuu've reached the phone of one awesome Demy! 'Sup man?"
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Posted: Sat Nov 14, 2009 10:24 am
A deep sigh... "Where are you, what are you doing, How soon can you get to my damned locker..."
He said all in one breath and rested his head against the inside of the door...then stood on tip toe to try and make sure no one was 'standing guard'...
Amazing that this had happened enough times that Dem actually -remembered- his locker combination on his OWN...
That should probably have alarmed him if he sat and thought about it rather than brooding on what he'd do to the jocks if he had the chance.
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Posted: Sat Nov 14, 2009 10:30 am
"Outside, being awesome, couple of minutes tops."
He was used to these Q&A sessions by now. They pretty much went through this routine every time Z got stuffed in a locker. And...if the blonde was being honest, well, it happened pretty damn often.
"On my way already man, what did you do this time?"
Of course 'on his way' meant that Demy had completely forgotten about retrieving the note. Oh well! His little buddy was MUCH more important than some note. ....Hell what was that note for again anyway?
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Posted: Sat Nov 14, 2009 10:38 am
"NOTHING!" Came the immediate protest... followed shortly by
"They started it... and they -ARE an example of reverse evolution! If it weren't for their size something and opposable thumbs something should have EATEN them already!!"
He said with slightly increased volume on each word in punctuation of his -utterly- justified critique.
"If I hadn't said it right after Biology they would NEVER have understood it!" He said furiously having NO faith in their intelect beyond running into things with pads on. Stupid STUPID sport people. TOTALY over rated, and to think they got scholarships for such things!!
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Posted: Sat Nov 14, 2009 12:11 pm
A long...long silence filled the other end of the conversation. That glazed look? Yeah..it was likely working it's way onto Demy's face yet again.
"Uhhhhh....okay man, whatever you say. Reverse whatsit, got it."
He let the other b***h and complain, working his way towards the locker. By the time Z! finished his little rant, Demy stood right outside his locker.
"I'm heeeere dude!"
As if to prove his prescence, the blonde knocked on the locker door. ...Not like it wasn't already obvious he was there. Z could likely hear his voice both on the phone and through the door itself.
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Posted: Sat Nov 14, 2009 12:15 pm
a long pause...
"Thank you....Dem, I'd -never- have known that hearing you on the phone AND outside the locker. Thank you for -knocking- on it to prove you were there." he snarled dripping enough sarcasm to slip in.
"Let me out..." He added bluntly.
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Posted: Sat Nov 14, 2009 12:28 pm
Sarcasm was ignored, or it simply flew over his head. Instead the blonde turned on his heels and plopped to the floor so he could sit and lean his back against the locker room door. So much for letting him out.
"Now why should I? You aren't exactly being nice."
And yes, he was still talking into the phone despite being -right there-.
"Speaking of nice, it's BEAUTIFUL outside man. Not that you'd know, being all cooped up in that locker and all."
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Posted: Sat Nov 14, 2009 2:26 pm
"DEMY!!" HE yelled sticking his fingers into the slots at the top and trying to stare through them furiously.
"DAMNIT!! Let me OUT! This is no time too...RRRRRgh! FINE!! What do you want me to say!!"
Ohhh he hated this 'power shift'
"would you PUT the phone DOWN?! I am IN the locker and your RIGHT THERE! I know you can hear me!"
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Posted: Sat Nov 14, 2009 5:20 pm
"Hrmph! Whatever you say Z!"
Demy clicked his phone shut, and with that he simply stopped talking to Z. No more opening phone, no more communication with him....no matter how close he was. At -least- until Z said something to persuade the blonde to open the door.
Taps could be heard against the locker door. Taps that sounded awfully familiar....maybe like a tune Z had been 'treated' to hearing one too many times on a certain game Demy was obsessed with. With no controller in front of him, Demy simply had to make do. But that was okay! Clearly fingers tapping against locker doors was good enough! It was like music to his ears.
...Probably not to other people though. Especially if they were stuck -inside- said locker.
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Posted: Sat Nov 14, 2009 6:44 pm
Muffled swearing from inside the locker and then the sound (Probably) of Zac thumping his head off the back of the locker.
No good, he was tired and unable to sit... hot... stuffy... son of a...
He drummed his own fingers in agitation...
Why couldn't someone put DEMY in -his- locker.. why... seriously why.
"Demy... my...awesome....friend." He said carefully. "please, open...the locker."
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Posted: Sat Nov 14, 2009 7:06 pm
It'd be quite a feat to stuff Demy into a locker. He wasn't exactly -tall- but he wasn't really 'portable' like his little friend was. Though it was a safe bet that even if he was locked inside his locker Demy would simply make the best of it. Mini-rave anyone?
"Now THAT'S more like it!"
Grinning once more, the blonde hopped off the floor and quickly spun the lock. A twist this way, a turn that way, a few more turns and bam! One friend granted his freedom. Demy flung the door open (at least Z couldn't be hit by it this time!) and pulled his little friend out.
"There ya go man!"
Again with the personal space invasion....oh well. The blonde sat Z back down and went about dusting him off as he usually did.
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Posted: Sat Nov 14, 2009 7:12 pm
He muttered curses at the celling, but blessed it all the same before taking a deep breath and realizing...that he had failed to follow up on one important thing.
"...Please tell me you delivered that note."
He asked with an edge of desperation.
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Posted: Sat Nov 14, 2009 7:33 pm
"............Note?"
Head tilted like a curious puppy, Demy simply stared down at his friend. Note? What the hell note was he talking about? School notes? ...Man if Z was bumming notes off Demy something was -seriously- wrong with the world. IT'S A SIGN OF THE END TIMES! Repent quickly, for thy end is near!
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Posted: Sat Nov 14, 2009 7:36 pm
A prolonged silence followed...
"The... plan? The note, I gave you to deliver to... t...."
His shoulders wilted in resignation.
"You don't... even know where you left it do you... awesome...." he said with a weariness in his tone that would have done atlas proud.
"....I'm going back to the dorm...." he said resignedly, next time...I'll just... god. Just... nevermind..."
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