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 Posted: Sat Jan 02, 2010 10:22 pm
[+][THE JESTER][+]
-Wes Kipling-
Wes watched as Z got the crap beat out of him he rushed over and grabbed the boy's shoulder pulling him over and onto his back where He the sat on the larger man and tried to punch him in the face to get him to calm down. He did so and believed that he was done and it was over. Buuuuut.
"Hey z you oka-"
It was not over. Wes got another ginormous blow to the head and the Line backer rolled over pinning Wes down... Wes should not ever have been allowed to help with this fight, he wasn't a fighter he was a lover. Another hit came to his chest and knocked the wind out of him. He didn't know what to do, this guy was huge. and so punchy.
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Posted: Sat Jan 02, 2010 10:37 pm
 TheWingman
Zeke 藤原
Zeke felt the enormous weight lifted off of him, but instead saw that the linebacker had focused his attacks to Wes. Zeke stumbled back up to his feet, grabbing a chair. Time to end it. Zeke crashed the metal and plastic chair upside the head of the linebacker, then proceeded to beat him while he was laying on the ground.
"It's. Not. My. Fault!" he yelled, accentuating each blow with a word, "Your. Girl's. A. Freaking. WHORE!"
Zeke finally flung the chair on top of the linebacker, who was now laying in a pool of sweat and blood. Mostly Zeke's, but some of his was mixed in. Zeke panted and looked up, seeing the crowd. He saw a teacher headed directly for him, and he already saw what was coming: expulsion, possibly jail time, AA, and a shitty life for the rest of his days. And just because he drank a little too much. Great.
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Posted: Sat Jan 02, 2010 10:46 pm
[+][THE JESTER][+]
-Wes Kipling-
Was felt the guy collapse on top of him, but the footballer weighed over twice as much as he did and even his unconscious body could do more damage to Wes than Wes could to it. Wes struggled to Wiggle his way out from under the young man his mouth tasted iron and his whole body hurt. He groaned and held his left side. It stung like a b***h where the giant had nailed him.
Wes Looked up at the teacher who was approaching them and decided to hope for pity. He stumbled over to a trashcan and empty his stomach. Then made his way back over to Zeke.
"I think he b-broke me Teach."
Wes looked at the teacher in pain and knew that he would be able to do this. The man escorted Z and he back to the office.
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Posted: Sat Jan 02, 2010 10:51 pm
~TH3 QU33N 0f H3ARTS~
Rosalyn Louise Kilpatrick  Rose was in the office already. The Principal had called her father and now she had an ice cold coke, and cookies lain out before her. She smirked at the girl the nurse kept murmuring things about how ruined her nose and face was. good...no one calls me a b***h. and everyone knows that a broken nose subdues most fighters. not my problem she's crazy. There would be hell to pay for this but as long as she got her father to cover for Wes and Zeke, she supposed it would be ok. She already had her forearms wrapped fromt he major cuts from the girls nails, that was most of her problem, nail injuries. her face was cut up and her clothes covered in blood.s he refused to let the school have them though sicne she cared for these articles very much.
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Posted: Sat Jan 02, 2010 10:59 pm
TheWingman
Zeke 藤原
Zeke walked alongside Wes as the two of them walked to the office. He put a hand on Wes' shoulder and whispered to him, breath reeking of liquor.
"Don't worry, man," he slurred, face still gushing blood, "I got it covered."
As soon as Zeke and Wes were introduced to the office where Rose and the whore were, Zeke started yelling at the principal.
"Frank!" he began. "Frank... iss all my fault. I was drunk, I did som'in stupid, just punish me. They tried to help, but dude was an a*****e, y'know? Well, essept for the skank. She should get punished, too. But anyway! Yeah, punish me only, Frank. Yeah, I already know, I'm espelled, going to jail, maybe even fineded, goin to AAA, an my life's ruined after this... but I know, I've been a bad boy, and I assept my punishment. Slap 'em on me."
Zeke had gesticulated wildly during his whole speech, several times knocking things over. When he said his last sentence, he stuck out his wrists, swaying slightly. The principal only stared at Zeke, grimacing.
"Everyone else, out," he said, before pointing to Zeke, "You, sit down. We have a lot to talk about."
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Posted: Sat Jan 02, 2010 11:02 pm
~TH3 QU33N 0f H3ARTS~
Rosalyn Louise Kilpatrick Sharpening her claws, oh i mean filing her nails Rose didnt move." my father, Jameson Kilpatrick is coming for a meeting wiht you. you're not to let me leave this office, and Wes and Zeke are likely to fall under his thoughts as well. Sir ? Please. I don't mean to undermine you in any way,,,,but his baby just got in a fight and i'm bleeding...it's not safe to hurt one of my friends at the moment " She said softly, not threateningly,but firmly as she looke dup. her doe blue eyes sparkling even in the harsh lights.
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Posted: Sat Jan 02, 2010 11:06 pm
[+][THE JESTER][+]
-Wes Kipling-
Wes stared in horror as his friend played up his drunkenness and took all the blame. He stood there holding his side but didn't leave. He couldn't.
"Sir, He's not telling the truth sir. He's d-drunk. I Instigated the fight, I wouldn't have gotten so heated if I hadn't have joined in. It was the giant. He was a beast! If you had seen him you would have worried about l-little Zeke's Life too."
Wes would never leave his friend alone drunk with the man. It was not going to end up well for anyone, not even the man. He sat down in front of the desk next to Z.
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Posted: Sat Jan 02, 2010 11:13 pm
~TH3 QU33N 0f H3ARTS~
Rosalyn Louise Kilpatrick Rose sighed and shook her head. These boys just didnt listen.
A middle aged but still handsome man with Roses blue eyes but mahogany brown hair came into the office. he was in a stylish suit and saw Rose. He kissed her forehead asking how she was and he saw her nodding at the boys. the ones he had to save. This was Jameson Kilpatrick." well hello, Frank wasn't it ? well it's a wonderful time to meet you, dreadfull circumstances " he took the principal back to his office, talked to him, spent a little money for the school, and even promised she'd bee good. When the two men came out laughing he ushered Rose and Wes and Zeke out." Rosey, you know the rules, but for you two, be quiet till you're in the limo and everything will be fine..." there Rose got in, and the boys bags were brought to the limo with hers. School had just let out anyway but these three got to go in style. " now i don't need to know the real story..just don't get Rosalyn hurt again....understood boys ?"
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Posted: Sat Jan 02, 2010 11:22 pm
[+][THE JESTER][+]
-Wes Kipling-
Wes's jaw literally dropped open when he was told there was a limo waiting for him... A real Limo. He looked at Rose and closed his mouth following her out. He got into the...Limo! And Grinned like a schoolboy, he loved fancy stuff! He couldn't help it, Stuff like this just made his feel so poppus and special. Like the first time he got to touch an Elephant at the circus the year before. First time he got to get in a Limo.
"Thanks for saving us Mr.Kilpatrick. That was really nice of you. I like your car.... Do you drive this all the time? It's so cool!"
Wes winced when he moved the wrong way but he still was extremely scyked to be in the Limo.
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Posted: Sat Jan 02, 2010 11:28 pm
TheWingman
Zeke 藤原
Zeke had blinked with all the commotion around him. When he heard Rose speak, he shut up immediately. If an adult was going to take care of this for him, so be it. He stumbled his way to the limo, face still bloodied and already beginning to bruise. Zeke sat down in the corner and groaned.
"Ugh... it feels like I skipped to being hungover..." he muttered, feeling terrible.
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Posted: Sun Jan 03, 2010 12:43 pm
~¤†HE RØ€K§†AR¤~
«M.D.T.»
Mike had played through his whole song list and turned on his laptop. He bought it himself after one of his concerts in a local park. He got a nice high quality machine. He knew his technology but would never admit it. He surfed the net for a few minutes, checked his social networking site, and then gasped when he saw there were posts everywhere about a fight. Cat fighting, chairs, blood and semi nudity? AND HE PICKED THAT DAY TO STAY HOME!?
As Mike swore because of his bad luck he shrugged and checked a video site for footage. Sure enough, there was an amature video captured by a student's cellphone. The quality wasn't great, but he could see blood all over the place. Or maybe kids were wearing red shirts that day, he couldn't be certain. Still, he saw some pretty good fights in his life but that was an all out brawl. He was impressed which made him pissed: whoever was in that fight would be famous for the next couple of weeks. They were stealing his thunder! Then again all he had to do was start playing a few of his songs infront of the school and not charge people. He'd be back to being king in no time, let them have their fifteen seconds of stardom.
Mike finished getting dressed, putting on his ripped jacket some girl made for him for his band. There was a patch on one side with an angel's wing wrapping around two golden gates for his band, while on the other shoulder it had a Thompson machine gun crossing over a guitar. Mike had adopted that symbol for himself, he thought it fit pretty well. He grabbed his car keys and jumped into his black Hummer.
While not the best car for him, his band mates had helped pay for it and used it transportation to and from shows. It was modified to help witstand crowds and equipped with some of the loudest horns he could find to get people to move out of the way. While he wanted it to be just plain black, he ended up watching the rest of his band put on shredded decals and fake bullet holes. Mike tore off the flames: he wanted to be able to drive a car, not a freakshow, and maybe get a few moments of breathing till crowds rushed him to ask if he was 'that guy'.
It was always 'that guy'. Or 'Advent's singer'. He wasn't greeted by friends or even called to like a person. He was an object for the people, and when a better band came along he'd be gone.
Pfft, what did he need them for, they were only useful for income after all. Friends cost money and money could be spent on him. Mike didn't need anyone to be kind to him or talk to him or even think anything was wrong with him. He was fine now, he was done with therapy, and he could live easy for as long as he liked. He didn't need friendship. He didn't need love.
As he pulled out of the driveway to grab some liquor and go to the mall he stopped and looked at the sky. He didn't need love? Or couldn't find it? ~A one, two,▐▐▐▐▐▐▐▐▐▐▐▐▐
one two three HIT IT!!!~
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Posted: Sun Jan 03, 2010 3:20 pm
The New Girl
Tristan Marie Uxray
After witnessing the whole fight (and not being called down to the office) Tristan decided to skip the rest of the day. What were the odds of the new kid being punished for ditching? She put her iPod in and put it on full blast as she walked out the door. Her windbreaker was slung over her shoulder. She saw the limo in the parking lot and rolled her eyes.
Damn prissy rich snots she thought as she started walking back to her house.
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Posted: Sun Jan 03, 2010 6:16 pm
~TH3 QU33N 0f H3ARTS~
Rosalyn Louise Kilpatrick rose smiled some and moved towards Zeke and with a cool cloth gently wiped away the blood on his face. ' it will get better once we get home and you can get medicine for your injuries, and you can get properly wrapped up.."S he smiled and then taking a clean cloth pulled Wes' face towards her as she repeated the cleaning and caring process. her hands were very gentle as she took care of him.
Jameson watched Rose care for the boys and shrugged." this is the one that is for everyday use. We have a grander one for when i need to go to events, or Rosey has a dance " he sat back and nodded." yes, we'll care for your injuries...but you both promise to never cause or so anything that would hurt Rosalyn...correct ? "
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Posted: Sun Jan 03, 2010 6:34 pm
[+][THE JESTER][+]
-Wes Kipling-
Wes whimpered when Rose put the cloth to his head. It really stung. He stopped making any sound pretty quick, embarrassed to be so childish in front of Rose's father. He reached out to squeeze her knee softly. When her dad asked for a promise he swallowed hard and turned to look him in the eye.
"Sir. I promise to never do or say anything that would hurt your daughter."
The boy tried to look noble but failed when a twinge of pain made him inhale loudly and bend forward. His side was not helping him at all today.
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