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 Posted: Sun Nov 27, 2005 10:32 pm
It was just another boring day in the boonies of Northern Michigan. The only thing that could make it different would be the sweltering heat, probably one of the lasts before winter settled upon them. The teacher droned on, but the class didn't appear to be listening, least of all the girl in the back of class. Her moss green eyes were cast out the window, and stared blanky from her perch. Exhausted with the heat, she was slumped over, her cheek resting in her hands, and keeping her upright.
To keep her dark red hair out of her face, it had been pulled back into a sloppy pony tail, damp with persperation but out of her face all the same. Time ticked by slowly, for it was only around eleven thirty, and somehow the girl knew that last half an hour till lunch would take an eternity. If only she knew how right she was. Her name was Courtney, Courtney King, a normal sixteen year old girl from the country, slim and tall, she had a farmers tan, and a yearning to leave. However she was badly dressed for the weather, she wore a tight green M.A.S.H t-shirt, a pair of baggy camo pants, and some army boots which made her feet feel like hellfire.
Soon that would be the least of her problems. At a quarter till noon the classroom door busted open, and four masked men appeared, each carried a gun, some of them had two, and all of them were yelling.
"GET TO THE LUNCH ROOM!"
Roared one of them, and the screaming room full of students and a teacher crowded towards the door, acoomplishing little except to hold up the only way out while they screamed. The girl, Courtney, was just as shocked as the rest, however, she could keep herself relitively calm, and as the class screamed and shoved, she slowly got to her feet, slinging her back around her neck, so it rested comfortably against her neck and under one arm. One of the men turned to her, yelling in a different language, and waving the gun, which she took to mean 'get the hell out of here before I shoot you.
She was never one to disappoint.
|| I started one similar to this before. It worked out really well. We all know the rules, so I don't have to state them. No profile is necessary, if you're literate enough you can explain everything in the first post. If you truly -need- it though, send me one. You don't have to ask. Just join. ||
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Posted: Mon Nov 28, 2005 3:26 pm
Some where in the back of class before all the choas broke loose was another student ready to fall asleep. Actually he was already dozed off, drool running down his arm slightly. He shot awake at the sudden yelling, whiping the slobber he'd recived from his slumber off onto his pants, he stared up as everyone began screaming, he tried to cover his ears, but even that couldn't hold off the thudding in his heart.
He uneasily made his way up, he really didn't need to be told twice. He made a glance over at Courtney, the men seemed to be yelling at her, the boy hardly talked to the girl, but it didn't mean he shouldn't be concerned. He was soon pushed ahead with the swarm of students out into the hall. "What the hell is going on?" The boy seemed to ask himself more than anyone. "C'mon Reece wake up..." He knew that it really wasn't a dream but he kept hoping.
Reece Aldrich was sixteen much like the other students being pushed along, his dark blue eyes matched well with the deep blue t-shirt he wore from an ex-grilfriend with the word "B-tch" written across it. He'd just gotten out of a break-up the day before, and to get back at her he'd taken a black marker to the shirt she just "adored" on him, he thought it'd be fitting, although his parents didn't seem to think the same he'd explained to then that morning that if they'd refused to let him express his inner feelings, that he just might end up one of those kids that exploded and gunned down the school. Of course given the situation he now regreted that conversation.
Along with the t-shirt he wore a set of black pants with an assorment of straps hanging from them, they were slightly baggy, atlest they covered his long thing pale white legs, most everything about him was pale. He had long pale arms, and an almost dead white face. Well now his face looked even paler, and his heart hurt from pounding so fast, and now his head hurt from the screaming of his fellow classmates. He tried to start hanging back hoping that Courtney had made it out safely, even though he was being pushed and almost trampled.
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Posted: Tue Nov 29, 2005 8:02 pm
The orange streaked, black haired head was completely upon the table. The owner of that head was asleep with his face completely hidden from view. A girl next to him kept glancing over at him with hopefull eyes. The few times he had ever paid attention to the lessons, with his head off the table, she would stare at him and giggled when he looked over at her. Not unnecessarily flirtacious, he smiled once or twice but ignored her for the most part.
His miscolored green-yellow eyes were a plague -they were once blue, when he was a baby (my eyes and my brother's are really like that)- that never seemed t attract attention to his face. His skin was the color of caramel and only served to accentuate his eyes. His eyes were slanted as an Arab's would be and rightfully so. His teeth were straight and medium sized, he had a thing for teeth and his shone white whenever he smiled. His lips were somewhat thing giving him a bit of a feminine appearance along with his straight nose. He was many times teased for his beauty but the teasing stopped as he grew older and both of the sexes became attracted. He was slender with hard muscles that did not argue with his frame. He was six feet and four inches tall.
He was not unscarred, despite his feminine looks, the scars up his arms and down his legs told of the adventurous boy he once was.
Shoreek Acathis lay with his head in the back oblivious to the world around him. He did not hear when men entered the room causing despair. The screams had barely started when the girl that sat beside him jumped up instinctivly and bega screaming with the rest while shaking him. He was waking at that point but jumped when she shook him. He looked around calmly as he noted the students crammed in the doorway looking for a way out, and the men with guns that were pushing and yelling.
He grabbed the girl and rushed to the door knocking the students that were struglling to flee, into the hallway. He ushered the remaining students out and into the mass that ran down the hallways. He did not let go of the girl because he simply forgot he was holding onto her.
He helped other students with the girl still in hand. He grabbed a rather short one and half drew the girl behind him as he raced through the hall with everyone else. He was flexible from being on the basketball, gymnastics and track teams simultaneaously in the past. Now, he had given up on those aspects as he settle down academically, yeah...right.
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Posted: Wed Nov 30, 2005 7:13 pm
Once in the crowded hall, she remembered why she had remained in the class room for so long, in panic the students seemed to have forgotten where the lunch room was... So had the teachers. The entire school of over a thousand were smushed into the halls, screaming and crying like trapped cattle, and it annoyed Courtney for some reason. But eventually the crowd flooded into the cafeteria, pulling her along with them. It was a large room, being both the lunch room, and the gymnasium, and left plenty of room to spread out, which was good, because she didn't like feeling like a sardine.
Moving throughout the throng of people, she was stopped often, by tearful classmates, friends, and teachers. All she could do was try to calm them, and then move on to the next person. It was hard on her too though, even if she pretended it wasn't, and so when she reached the corner, she plopped down there, leaning her head back against the wall, and drawing her knees to her chest.
After everyone had entered the room, the men with guns moved to the middle of the floor, and everyone obviously gave them a wide birth. At first they didn't say anything, then one of them aimed his gun at the window, and pulled the trigger. The noise made everyone quiet down, and pay attention, which was just what they wanted. For now. What was the major reason for them being here? What did they want, or hope to accomplish?
Soon one of the male voices rose above the deafening silence, and he spoke, loud, and commanding, with a heavy accent that made it hard to understand. "No one is to leave this room without one of us as an escort. If you try to leave. You will be killed, do what we say, and you'll be fine." Courtney had the feeling he was lying through his teeth, and when one of them glanced her way -rather on purpose or randomly- she felt sure of it.
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Posted: Thu Dec 01, 2005 10:42 am
Reece had gave up on finding Courtney, when he felt himself being pulled and pushed about. He tried his hardests not to fall down for fear of being trampled. When he was finnally in the lunch room, Reece found a spot on the wall to lean up against. Feeling the crowd all shift for the men that made their way to the middle. He winced slightly at the sound of the gun, it was funny how only a few men with their weapons could controll a school of a thousand plus.
He hit the back of his head on the wall repeatedly saying to himself. "Wake up Reece!" He mummbled, he could picture himself there laying with his head against his desk snoring with a puddle of drool under his face, and some one might just be telling him to wake up from this nitemare. But that just didn't seem to be the case. He sighed and slid to the ground, his head now throbbing. "Urg..."
He wasn't really listening to what the guy had said, not that he'd really thought of leaving this place anyways. He then looked around, people were sobbing, some were looking over at him, but most of them had gone quiet from the men. He kicked at the ground slightly wishing that this would just be over. He was ready to give one of his smart mouth comments, and if approched he most likely will.
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Posted: Thu Dec 01, 2005 7:43 pm
Shoreek raced into the cafetria with the girls. He let them go once inside and was about to lose himself in the mass of people when someone grabbed him. It was a black haired teen with a huge gun. He did look like he wanted to be there. Shoreek did not pull away as the boy raised the gun to his face and pointed to one side of the cafeteria. He noticed many other male teens with dyed hair was over by that wall. Gritting his teeth, he obeyed. Leaning against the wall, he felt overpowered for once.
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Karkon held the huge gun to the boy with orange hair. He looked to be the same age he himself was. Karkon was a bit dark skinned with straight, jet black hair. His green eyes and straight nose stood out making him look innocent. He stood at about six feet and five inches and was hard but lean. His hair reached to below his shoulders and he kept it lose.
Karkon walked around, the gun in hand, pushing people left and right, trying to disect the huge group into different sections. Pierced, dyed, blacks, asians, whites, you name it. He gave up after a while because he did not wish to part friends. He was close to his own friends and feared being parted from them
As he went around, doing the holy work (he thinks its a noble cause), his eyes chanced upon a girl with dark red hair. He looked away as two guys enclosed him. He was skilled in combat and did quick work with them, gun still in hand. He looked back at the girl and looked away once more.
When he had restored some order in that section, he went over to where she was and grunted a greeting. He used the gun to point to a wall on the further side of the cafeteria. Very few people were there but they were selected for a reason. He said nothing to her but examined her carefully. The women from his humble abode would have pulled their hair out in shame to have taboo hair like hers.
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Posted: Thu Dec 01, 2005 10:06 pm
Courtney's eyes flickered upward as the male around her age approached and said something that she took was suppose to be English, though it was far from acceptable, having been little more then a grunt. But no, it was not the time for an English lesson.
With slow ease she rose to her feet, and casting him the merest of glances, she headed towards the wall where he had indicated. Not very many people were over there, and she tried not to think to hard about why she herself had been placed there, time would tell. Leaning casually against the wall, she fixed her eyes on the same male, following his movements with an indifferent air about her.
To show fear, is to live it. And so she remained calm and cool, ignoring the sobbing and babbling people around her.
Shifting so that her back was firmly against the wall, and her arms were crosser over her chest she propped her legs out and crossed them, still keeping a close eye on the male terrorist, though she would occasionally glance around the room to see where everyone was at.
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Posted: Thu Dec 01, 2005 10:13 pm
It happened too fast. There was nothing you could have done!
It didn't make him feel better. Mal kneeled over the inert body of Jester, his friend. The cold white tiles of the bathroom floor were no place for a boy to die like this. And yet he had. Unjustifiably. Even so, he'd saved Mal's life.
Mal actually felt a tooth crack in his jaw, the chipped portion breaking loose into his mouth. He'd clenched his teeth from the moment it happened, terrified of making a sound.
The men had busted into the bathroom while the two of them had been smoking. Mal had hopped into the cubicle to toss his away, while Jester stood there. Just stood there. The man who burst in screamed at jester not to move... and Jester flicked his cigarette at the man. In his face Mal guessed, Jester was a damn good shot at that. Then he'd tried to run. And then the gunshot. So loud, Mal jumped, clapped his hands to his ears. He saw the man through the partly opened door stand over Jester, ask if there was anyone else in here. And Jester... he said no.
Mal couldn't get it. But as he examined the second bullethole, the wound that finished his life decades too early, he knew what he had to do. That was enough.
He placed Jester's head down, and took his cigarettes and lighter. He then stepped out into the hall. He'd heard a cacophany of students going passed before. They'd herded them all into the lunchroom. Hopefully there wouldn't be any violence for a while. He had to go somewhere else.
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Posted: Sat Dec 03, 2005 10:44 am
Reece's head felt as though it was ripped open, they started yelling at him to move to another spot on a wall, his vision was lightly blury from the intense headache. He really couldn't understand what the man was yelling, maybe it was from his headache, or from the heavy accent. He opened his mouth and before he knew what he was saying he said very clearly.
"Why don't you stop yelling, it's not helping that horrid accent of your's... Moron." He'd done it now, the man took his gun and smacked him hard against the Reece's head. Reece didn't make a sound, but let the man drag him over to the wall where he'd first told him to go. Once left to the wall Reece put a hand to his now fresh wound, it was bleeding only slightly. This bothered him.
Why couldn't he have just shut up? Why'd he have to be and idiot, and not listen? He gave a sigh and slid to the floor once more with his intensively throbbing head. He just wanted beat the guy with his own gun, until he was bleeding on the floor. He hated this, why were they here? Why his school? Why now? He kicked slightly at the ground, and the man looked over at him.
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Posted: Sun Dec 04, 2005 5:35 pm
|__|b***h on Board|__|"Hey, hey, hey! This is no way to treat a woman! And Guns! Illegal, I bet! DON'T YOU KNOW THE LAW, YOU FRAGGIN IDIOT?" The obviously annoyed voice of a female rose over the sobs, yells, all noises, slowly getting higher in pitch.
Fal Estience was not happy. The pale red-headed female glared angrily at the man with the gun, dark brown-red eyes narrowed into a glare that could kill. She wasn't tall enough to look as if she could cause some harm, but some unlucky guys had found that she could handle herself quite well.
Fal was not super thin. She wasn't wonderfully proportioned. She wasn't sexy. Fal had the appearance of a german, to place her appearance into a stereotypical description. She was five-foot-four, weighing in at one hundred and twenty pounds. Slightly curved, the fifteen year old had a slight chub to her, though it wasn't much- simply due to her love of video games and lack of daily excersize. Donned in a long, mahogany peasants-style skirt and matching tank top, she had a look of grace that, quite honestly, the female did not have at all.
"Yes, you point your gun at me! Only cowards would kill somebody unarmed!"
She was pissed.
It didn't help that she'd forgotten to take her ADHD meds, either.
"You listen here, Mr Terrorist person. You think you're all that because you can scare a bunch of people with a big fracking gun!"
But when the gun was actually pointed at her...Fal grudgingly trudged over to a rather uncrowded area, one that had fellow red heads grouped together. She didn't recognize many of them, only one or two that were in choir with her.
"Oh yeah, great way to die. Some stupid-a** s**t. I blame it all on the president."
What a great way to start the day. 'All we are is dust in the wind...'
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Posted: Sun Dec 11, 2005 5:52 am
Shoreek stood with the few others that were placed at the wall with him. a red haired girl was sent over there. He merely glanced at her before seeing the b*****d that sent her there. It was the same one that sent him there. He wondered what was going on. It seemed that the group he was in wasn't very filtered. There did not seem to be anything in common with these people. He looked around noticing nothing that helped. It seemed that they were meant for something else. He glared at the terrorist as he came over.
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Karkon went to where he had sent the orange haired boy and the red haired girl. He stood before them, gun in hand, head held up proudly. "I apologize," he said in thick accent, "But I must do the work of the gods or I will not make it to heaven. There is a sacrifice we all must make someday."
A shot was fired, but Karkon did not move, did not cringe. He heard someone fall and his only reaction was to kiss his hand and hold it up to the heavens.
He examined everyone before him. They would all die in hell for their sins. That was what he was told.
As one of his fellow terrorists came to where he was, Karkon looked at him. The other man was in his mid twenties, with a clean face and a deep resemblance to Karkon. It was his brother, Abdul. Abdul place a hand on his brother's shoulder and spoke to him in their native tongue. Karkon shook his head no and turned to the group before him. "We are not wrong. Papa said so. We are doing God's work Abdul. Ignore influence. They told us that. We are doing God's work. Do not sucumb to temptation. All of it is lies. We are doing God's work." He grew quiet as his brother left his side and it was obvious that he was troubled by whatever it was his brother said to him.
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Posted: Sun Dec 11, 2005 8:58 am
Reece heard the gunshot after seeing the man. The gunshot rang in his head like it was being cracked opened. He wanted to yell really loud but he knew it wouldn't take away the pain, he looked over he wasn't sure who was shot, or why, he just knew it happened. His head ached, it ached so badly, he was sick of this, he looked around, who could he ask for asprin? Or something to put him to sleep. He tried hard not to laugh at that thought, if he asked one of the men that question they'd surely shoot him, as that would indeed put him out of his misery.
He looked over once more and his stomach churned as his eyes fell upon a girl that stood a little ways away from him, her eyes met his, and he felt like dieing, purly dieing. She looked on the verge of tears as her eyes floated down to his shirt, she knew it already that, that word was meant for her. "B-tch" it seemed to float in the air, even though it was not said.
He felt his throat swell up, and he crossed his arms over his chest to cover the word, but it wasn't like she hadn't already seen it. His heart dropped as she burst into tears, he wanted so badly to say sorry, to hold her like he did before and tell her it was okay. But they were over, through, done with, no words he said would bring her comfort now. He felt a slight tear run down his cheek but quickly whiped it away and stared at the floor.
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Posted: Sun Dec 11, 2005 4:07 pm
Peter MacMillian had heard about some complications at the local highschool. Something about terrorists, or some crap like that. MacMillian worked at the local police station of course and his younger brother went to the school, if anything happened his brother would have told him, or so he thought. He was ninteen, and needed a way to pay his way out of town, two Universities offerd him a scholarship out of there, but there was a fee, and he nor his parents could pay for it. So he took up a job there, it paid pretty well, and it shouldn't be a problem to get out there soon enough.
He turned down the next street, the street that would take him to the school.
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Nathan MacMillian felt someone grab his shirt pull him down and a flooding of words coming down at him. Hell, he didn't know what to do except put his hands up and turn away, the man had a gun he saw it as the man pressed it against his skull. "Get up, kid! Now!" MacMillian didn't move, he was frozen. "Fine have it your way."
The man was strong, strong enough to yank the five foot eleven teen off the ground and onto his feet -with one hand. "You're coming with me." MacMillian obeyed as he was shoved in the direction of the lunchroom, for a moment there he thought he was dead, but death never came. He did wince when he heard a gun shot, a loud one and the sickening wet "slap" as a body hit the floor.
Nathan winced. He didn't even know what was going on.
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Posted: Wed Dec 14, 2005 8:38 am
|| Sorry... Gaian is a -stream of curses- that banned me for -another stream of worse curses-... >.> Anyway. I'm gonna post now, pardon if I get something wrong. It's early. XD ||
As Courtney watched, one eye brow arched, and she tilted her face to one side slightly. They were insane, committing murder in the name of God. It took a real rocket scientist to see the flaw there. She wasn't brash enough to say anything outloud though, she was smart enough to know that would most certainly lead to death at this point. Her thoughts went to her pants pocket, it wasn't obvious because camo pants are so bulky, but her pocket knife rested in one of the folds. Of course she wasn't going to do anything about that now, but it was nice to know it was there, if she ever got a chance... Well, she just might take it.
Quickly her gaze flickered around the rest of the group she was in. So why were they singled out? What had they done wrong, that these people could even possibly even know about? It had to have something to do with the way they looked, but why? She didn't even wear her chains and leather today! Pfft. Probably a good thing, the last thing she needed was a leather collar to /help/ them lead her along.
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Posted: Wed Dec 21, 2005 9:25 am
Peter guided the squad car and moved it towards the large building in front of him, he glanced at his watch seeing that school was still going on, it was still in the middle of the day. MacMillian stopped, looked at the building he saw some students walking no problem but nothing else. "Another prank call? Damnit."
If this was another prank call he was quiting, this was becoming to damned common in his opinion and everyone knew that he would be put on it because the "chief" of the station liked to make the new guy do the dirty work. "I might as well give the principle a peice of mind... Again."
He had talked to his former principle again, and again to tell his students to stop playing games with their phones. The man just ignore the officer and continued with the school. MacMillian decided: Not this time.
Pulling the squad car into the visitors parking lot, twisted the key -killing the engine and then doned his New York Yankee baseball cap. The man almost looked like a student, except for the uniform and the nine millimeter straped to his waste.
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