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 Posted: Sat Apr 02, 2011 7:36 pm
Cassie was getting fustrated Wally wasn't answering maybe his number changed or something... She got an answering machine.
" Wally please it's Cassie. I'm going to die in the chemistry midterms... Please I need your help! Help me Wally West Kenobi. You're my only hope."
*click*
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Posted: Sat Apr 02, 2011 7:45 pm
After spending several weeks lying low, like the teachers had asked, Wally had gone home for Thanksgiving break. Thanksgiving was the time to hang out with his mom's family, whom were the most boring people in possibly the entire history of Keystone. Wally was looking forward already to Christmas with Iris and Barry.
Wally sighed and checked his phone. Hey, Cassie had called! Finally! Something interesting! Wally called her back.
"Cassieeeeeee.....save me......dying of boredom..."
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Posted: Sat Apr 02, 2011 7:59 pm
Cassie smiled...
"Come over to my place. I got lots of friends over here during break...Plus there's a doubles tournament for DDR downtown and Chris won't play with me. The winner gets a lifetime supplies of Twinkies. Can you believe he said no to Twinkies?"
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Posted: Sun Apr 03, 2011 7:19 am
Hamlin?
"As in Pied Piper of Hamlin?"
Wallace freed his hands of Hartley's and crossed his arms over his chest. "I'm your boyfriend, not your sidekick." His eyes narrowed, and he watched Hartley suspiciously. "Look, I love keeping your secrets. And I like the fact that you're not trying to shove heroics down my throat. But Hart, I don't have any of the skills you do, and I'd be screwed if we got caught. I'll make cover stories, and I'll cause mischief...but...come on Hart.." Wallace sighed, "My parents would kill me."
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Posted: Sun Apr 03, 2011 8:21 am
Cassandra Sandsmark Cassie smiled..."Come over to my place. I got lots of friends over here during break...Plus there's a doubles tournament for DDR downtown and Chris won't play with me. The winner gets a lifetime supplies of Twinkies. Can you believe he said no to Twinkies?"
*Dani Skipped down to were Cassie was, sitting next to her on the bench.*
"Hey Cass, I really hope we are still on for that DDR tournament. I think if i study anymore of Ms. Princes, History of Heroics my brain may explode. I think we all need a break."
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Posted: Sun Apr 03, 2011 8:51 am
DDR?! Wally LOVED DDR!
"Where do you live? I'll be there as soon as I can!"
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Posted: Sun Apr 03, 2011 9:19 am
Hartley scowled and gripped his hands on the steering wheel, bringing the van roaring to life.
"FINE."
They pulled out of their parking spot with a squeal, and the van shot down the street back to the highway to Midvale.
"We wouldn't want PARENTS to get mad."
He didn't want to do it. He didn't WANT to do it. Wallace was using his parents as an excuse. His parents! More adults to disapprove of Hartley's lifestyle, his choices, to remind him that he wasn't a perfect little Rathaway...
The spedometer climbed up to 70...to 80...to 90 as Hartley stewed in his own angry, paranoid thoughts.
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Posted: Sun Apr 03, 2011 9:41 am
"I've put my parents through enough s**t already, so I'd like to not blow it at this school too. Or do you want me to blow it? It'd be ******** fantastic if I got kicked out of here. I'm not a hero, I'm not that awesome of a kid, so I'd like to try to get something right, ok? It took a lot to get me in this school," Wallace said, getting aggravated by Hartley's obvious lack of understanding. Sure, Hartley had problems, but was basic comprehension one of them?
He leaned his forehead against the window, watching the landscape as it sped by. How fast were they going anyway? Wallace looked over at Hartley, and he could see that he was pissed. He didn't appear to even be there mentally, staring off at a distance down the road. Fantastic. He hoped they didn't get in an accident. "You should slow down," Wallace muttered, not expecting to be heard.
In the long run, he didn't know how this would pan out. Would Hartley remain angry enough at him to dump him? Possibly. He seemed to be comfortable enough as a loner, so why would he need someone who wouldn't let him do what he wanted? Wallace's hands settled in his lap, and he idly looked at his nails. But considering that Wallace was his boyfriend, shouldn't he want to protect him on some level? Keep him out of trouble? ...or did he not care? Teddy would never put Billy in a situation like this. He rubbed at his eye, his lower lip quivering slightly. He wouldn't cry right now. Not here. He was distracted from his thoughts by the sound of a siren and the flashing of lights in the side mirror.
Great. "Hmph."
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Posted: Sun Apr 03, 2011 12:32 pm
Thanksgiving Break was almost over and the big trimester exams were at the ready. Yet in the meantime, a document from newly appointed headmaster, Stephen Strange, made it's way to the appropriate students.
It decreed that all students living off-campus were to immediately appear at the headmaster's office for mandatory dorm assignments.
The better to keep an eye on the future of our community, according to the headmaster.
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Posted: Sun Apr 03, 2011 1:13 pm
*Karen with Atlee in tow stepped out of The Tornado's Smoothie bar, a family run establishment, where they make smoothies with out blenders!*
"That was fantastic!" Atlee exclaimed skipping along with Karen.
"Yeah, they sre can put on a show! The tornadoes are pretty cool. Did you know they are actually Robots?"
"Ohhhh. No way! That's the coolest thing I've ever seen!"
"Yeah and---" Karen was cut off by a speeding van with HH Logo on it. "Was that Hartley? I'd better do something!"
"Don't worry about it. I've already called the Cops. Speeding is against the law." Atlee said putting her cell back away. "Can we go shopping now?"
Karen smirks at her, very impressed.
(EDITED!! Ignore Strike.)
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Posted: Sun Apr 03, 2011 1:15 pm
The van kept going faster and faster, even with the police siren going off behind them. 100....110....
Suddenly, a bright red blur appeared in front of the van, and in a blink, the van started decelerating. Hartley blinked, and realized that the keys were missing from the ignition.
The Flash stood in front of the van, that had now came to a stop. The police pulled up and the Flash talked to them.
After some brief discourse, the officer nodded and got back into his car.
What the Hell?! Hartley was still fuming. Why had the officer left? The Flash returned to the car and threw the keys to Wallace.
"You two are to return to the campus. Immediately. UNDER the speed limit."
The scarlet-clad superhero gave Hartley a cold stare.
"I told the officer that you were doing official Hero High business. Since you're driving around with our logo plastered on the side of your van. Report to detention Monday morning, Rathaway."
The Flash sped off.
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Posted: Sun Apr 03, 2011 1:24 pm
heart "Did you see that?! He was wonderful!" heart Atlee was in awe of the Flash. Watching him as he sped away.
"That's not quite what I would have done." Karen muttered under her breath. Then she looks at the dreamy eyes she has for the Flash.
"That would be the Flash. And yeah he's pretty cool."
"So what would you have done?" Atlee asked falowing Karen's large strides.
"I would have talked to them and asked them what's going on. Not just handed them the key's back over and demand they go to detention." She floated over to the van's drivers side asking.
"What the hell was that?" She asked Hartley.
((I don't like deleting my posts, so sorry for that. Thought they said they were in Midvillie.))
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Posted: Sun Apr 03, 2011 1:24 pm
::Clark found Linda in the barn. They would be leaving for school soon and he needed to talk to her. About Karen Starr. About this Chris kid.::
Kara? Can I talk to you? There's some things we need to discuss.
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Posted: Sun Apr 03, 2011 1:39 pm
Linda Turns to Clark with a smile.
"Hello Clark! What is it that you wanted to talk about?"
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Posted: Sun Apr 03, 2011 1:43 pm
::Clark sits on a crate.::
A couple of things. First, this...Chris. Do you trust him? I find it odd that he has no memory. And not every Kryptonian who has come to Earth is good. Zod, Ursa, and Non were about as evil as you could get.
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