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 Posted: Sun Aug 17, 2008 10:23 am
Connor read over the form relatively quickly, nodding his approval, almost impressed by the application, almost. "I'll tell you one thing: you sound smarter on paper than you do when actually speaking, but that's not saying much," and it should be noted that, apparently, he couldn't give anyone a proper compliment to save his life. "I didn't even think you knew words like thespian existed, to be honest."
Oh, yeah, there was the issue of that third member, wasn't there? "Yeah, well, that's entirely your problem. I've done my part," which was basically nothing. "I mean, as the president, it is your responsibility to focus on stuff like that."
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Posted: Fri Aug 22, 2008 4:04 pm
"My sister has a shirt," he muttered, feeling more insulted than not. In a move that would likely lose the application more points than it had (his horrid handwriting probably would already lose it more credibility than it could stand to, actually) he tapped the pen on the corner of the paper, leaving neat little dots. "It'll be fine," he continued confidently. "Did you see that one girl in our class? She'll join. No problem."
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Posted: Tue Feb 17, 2009 4:05 pm
"Your sister has a shirt," he repeated, not asked, since he didn't know if he cared enough to hear the expanded version. "There's more than one girl in our class, you know, you could stand to elaborate a bit more on that. And why do you think she'll so readily join, anyway? If I were approached by you and asked to join your club, I'd say no," but that was just him, really.
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Posted: Tue Feb 17, 2009 4:17 pm
He decided he didn't want to share the rest of the story anyway. It was rather embarrassing.
"She'll join," said Kres, "Because I saw her talking to her creepy doll-thing about a movie she saw recently. Anyway, she doesn't look like the type for other clubs... you know, all that."
Pausing, Kres fiddled a little with the formatting. "So, it's me. You. And that doll-toting girl, if I can find out her name."
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Posted: Tue Feb 17, 2009 4:25 pm
Connor stared at him.
"So, basically, all the outcasts and slackers are going to be in some little drama club slash thespian society to watch videos on commoner websites," he deadpanned. "Sounds like a brilliant plan, however do you come up with these things."
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Posted: Tue Feb 17, 2009 4:29 pm
Kres stared back. "Yeah. It seems like a good plan to me. I dunno what's wrong with you, but seriously, between music club and the host club- I don't much fancy being a glorified whore-" He was getting himself all worked up over stupid Carrot, but that was all right. The other boy could always absorb a few punches. (They had proven it many times.)
"We don't even have to meet too often. It says once a month."
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Posted: Tue Feb 17, 2009 4:38 pm
"They'd pay a lot of attention to you in the host club, though, you'd like that, right, Croissant," backing away as he asked the question, anticipating a punch to be thrown his way at any minute. Connor knew he would probably be better off keeping his mouth shut every once in a while, yeah, but he couldn't pass up the opportunity for mockery.
"I was just getting the general idea of the club down, that's all. I said I'd go along with it. You just get what's her face to join, I don't really care."
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Posted: Tue Feb 17, 2009 4:50 pm
Now the stare became a glare, his mouth a decided frown. Kres took off his mask and set it on the stack of messy design sketches his dad had sent up in a folder two months ago for review (he was getting a car for his sixteenth). Feeling full of irritation and anger, he snapped, "Are you trying to say something?"
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Posted: Sat Mar 28, 2009 9:58 pm
Feeling particularly defiant, he crossed his arms over his chest and put on what he thought was his best glare. "Why are you getting so damn defensive? Are you trying to prove a point, seriously," Connor retorted. "What do you expect someone to think when you walk around with that mask on all the time? 'm sure you've said so yourself, too, and, if you haven't, you've probably thought it, so don't get mad at me."
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Posted: Sun Mar 29, 2009 2:09 pm
He wasn't even really aware of his fingers balling up into a fist until he physically saw his hand hurtling towards the left side of Connor's face. Well, he thought, this was going to mess up their on-again-off-again friendship even more. Contact with the redhead's cheekbone left his knuckles aching, but his expression didn't change. Christ, what kind of idiot wouldn't move, anyway? (Kres probably just didn't realize how fast he was.)
Hell, he didn't need Carrot anyway! He shook out his hand, stoicly ignoring the other kid.
It was too late for Connor to take his name off the application, anyway. He'd already submitted it.
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Posted: Sun Mar 29, 2009 4:14 pm
The impact sent the boy stumbling backwards and nearly made him fall to boot, though he grabbed onto something for support (he didn't know what and didn't really care) at the last second. "What the <********>," he managed after a few moments, "was that?" To be honest, instinct made him to fight back or at least try to, though he knew better than that, no matter how angry he was.
"You know what? That's fine. ******** you, Kres," Connor spat, pulling himself together and sending another glare in his so-called friend's direction. "I'm out of here."
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Posted: Sun Mar 29, 2009 4:21 pm
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