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 Posted: Tue Feb 23, 2010 1:29 pm
It was just one of those things. When there was screaming and shouting and crying going on, with a big pinch of implied violence underlying, nobody really listened to the details. Especially not from the accused. All that the people of the bus really seemed to get from Sheldon's meek explanation was that he had fed something to Robin - the nurse was now convinced he'd drugged her with something, and was trying to pry Robin's tearing eyes open long enough to check her pupils for dilation. And certainly, if Sheldon thought he was going to talk his way out of trouble, well....
The sidewalk outside the bus was very, very hard. The bus doors slammed shut almost the second he was shoved out. The good news was that the bus didn't seem to have actually moved anywhere yet - the bad news was that the driver seemed to be calling something in on his radio. Given the situation, it was very likely he was calling for transit security to come lend a hand.
Pretty much any way that it went from here, it looked like Sheldon was going to be very, very late getting to his parent's house.
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Posted: Thu Feb 25, 2010 4:24 pm
The ground was indeed hard, very hard. And cold, and a little sticky. The bus driver had managed to push Sheldon out on some recently spilled soda, the can still even next to the scene. Thankfully, the hardness was cushioned on one of his butt cheeks by his wallet, not by much but it beat landing on his phone. Sheldon sighed, pulling himself up and dusted the backside of him off. By now a little crowd had begun to form, bystanders curious at what had transpired; some of them staying away from the green haired lad... obviously being kicked off the bus meant he had done something wrong, right? A little boy was hushed as he asked loudly what had happened as he was quickly pulled along by his mother.
Sheldon glanced up at the still motionless bus, eyebrow quirked a little to why it was still next to the curb. It took him a moment to spot the bus driver getting off his comm with a surrey look on his face and disdain clearly in the look he had given Sheldon before putting the radio receiver down. The teen sighed and pulled out his phone, clicked a few buttons on the touch screen and waited for the other end to pick up.
"Mom?" He questioned, forgetting the greeting in his tired tone, "yeah... I'm going to be late." He paused, inching the phone from his ear as her loud voice boomed from the other end. "I got kicked off the bus," pulled it further, "no.. I wasn't smoking on the bus ... no... not that either." At best he could, to not make it too long and boring, he gave her the details of the ordeal with Robin. Even when he said it out loud to her, it didn't make him look good.
"Yeah, I'm probably going to be arrested or something," he told her with another sigh. "Yeah, I'll call you in a bit when things are sorted out... bye." Sheldon Hobbes clicked the 'end call' button and shoved the phone back into his pocket, awaiting his fate.
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