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 Posted: Sun Sep 18, 2011 8:05 pm
Of all the things that Sam wanted to do during recess, sitting in a cold classroom was not one of them. He would have loved to be outside, playing and running all over the place like the rest of the kids, but no. No, Sam had the misfortune to be stuck inside. It wouldn’t have been so bad if he was allowed to play a game. That wasn’t going to happen though: this was detention.
Earlier during gym class, Sam had gotten a bit too into the class. They had been playing kickball, and Sam’s team had been winning, until he swore he saw another player cheat. Sam called the kid on it, there was denial of course, and Sam just didn’t take that too well. He shoved the other player and it escalated into a bit of a brawl. As the initiator, Sam was penalized with recess detention. No fun and games, just sitting in a cold room. It was really boring, there wasn’t even a teacher around to supervise; someone popped in once in a while, but that was it.
Looking around the room, Sam noticed an orange-haired girl, younger than himself, a few desks over. They were the only two in the room. “Hey, what are you in for?”
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Posted: Sun Sep 18, 2011 11:04 pm
It was a little sad how Ridley was getting used to recess detentions, given she was only in the fourth grade and the year had barely started. She too would have loved nothing better than to play outside with her friends or play rough with the boys, but she was stuck inside. Again.
And her phone was in her backpack, or she so totally would have tried secretly playing with it. So she just slouched in her chair, waiting for the minutes to pass by and ready to start drumming her fingers against the top of the laminated wood.
Sam's question stopped her from pursuing her musical endeavors and she looked over at the older boy that was stuck in the room with her. Pushing herself back up to a proper sitting position, with her feet swinging under her chair, she sighed. "Ms. Keen said I was being too loud," She explained. "I was honestly just really bored and math is boring so I tried to find something more interesting to do."
Could any one blame her? Sure, she was trying to talk to one of the girls she was sitting next to and making weird things out paper and then tried to play paper football with one of the boys.
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Posted: Tue Sep 20, 2011 4:28 pm
“Loud? That’s it? That’s nothing.” Sam rolled his eyes slightly, teachers were silly things that took whatever excuse to put kids in detention it seemed like. “Wait, what’d you do that was more interesting?”
In general, Sam thought that school was interesting; at least certain subjects were. Science was always pretty awesome anyways. Math and English, yeah.. those could get boring. The dark-haired kid wondered if perhaps this girl had done something or said something else to really land her in trouble. Teachers never liked a back-talker.
Getting up, Sam moved over closer to Ridley and sat down on the table-top of one of the desk, planting his feet on the side. “Say, you look pretty familiar.” The girl’s orange hair was sure ringing some kind of bells in his head.
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Posted: Wed Sep 21, 2011 11:42 am
What had she done to find things more interesting? Sam was probably going to regret asking Ridley any sorts of questions when there weren't any clear distractions around. The orange haired girl leaned a little more against the desk to properly address the boy.
"Well, I was trying to be quiet when I started making things out of paper, like those fun little star things that a lot of people make and put into jars for wishes but I didn't have anything to put it in, so I started putting a few of them in Jessica's hair because her hair is just really poofy and they would sit really well." Ridley began with her small tale of word vomit, "But then I ran out of stars and she figured out what I was doing and gave me a really mean look and stuff, that was probably my first warning since I started to laugh." She brought a finger to her chin, recalling that as one. "I don't think I got a second or third warning since I started laughing really loud," with added talking and mocking, "when I kept hitting Billy in the face too many times with a paper football. He's really bad at the game and really he deserved being hit in the face with how much he seems to torment the other girls, especially Istas, he's so mean to her and I have no idea why."
When she was finished, she shrugged. It was a simple enough story and the end of it for now, anyways even if it was a lengthy one. Ridley didn't say anything for a moment until she realized he had said something else. and she pursed her lips together trying to mull that one over. "Hmmm..."
"I dunno why, unless I've accidentally hit you or something at some point or another, they get pretty mad when I do." She could see why, but a lot of the boys totally deserved it. Sam, in himself, didn't seem to ring any bells in her mind.
"My name is Ridley, if that helps."
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Posted: Tue Sep 27, 2011 3:44 pm
Did Sam regret asking Ridley what she did? No, not exactly. Even though Ridley seemed to be going a mile a minute with her words, and Sam was struggling to get the jist of it all, he was smiling by the end of it. It provided so much information, in fact, that Sam indirectly got the answer he wanted of why she looked familiar: Istas.“ Yeah, teachers kinda like when you listen to them instead of goofing around “
“Ooooh, you’re in Istas’s class. I know her.” A mutual association with Istas basically answered everything. Likely, he probably had seen Ridley hanging around with the lilac-haired girl on the playground. Or was it her birthday party? Or maybe she was one of Istas’s numerous cabin mates from camp. The name was definitely ringing a few bells. Sam was at least glad that his younger senshi-associate wasn’t totally ‘alone’ in her class. He always wondered how the bullied kid got on, and it was weirdly nice knowing the feistier and energetic Ridley might be there to help her; Sam certainly couldn’t be.
Sam laughed. “Yeah I don’t think you’ve hit me. Or I would’ve hit you back. Definitely would remember that.” Sam didn’t abide by the don’t hit girls policy if they were asking for it. “I’m Sam.”
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Posted: Sun Oct 02, 2011 1:17 pm
"But it was so borrring," Ridley drawled on as she leaned even more upon the desk so that her chest was laying on top and her fingers dangling over the edge. Her lips moved into a pout as she leaned her cheek against the cool surface of the desk.
She stayed that way even during his declaration of also knowing the lilac haired girl. Deep orange eyes stayed upon him as her pout pushed even further as her curiosity blossomed. As his guesses had an affirmative to all, she was still trying to figure out if she had seen him before. Moments ago, she wouldn't have tried to place him, but now knowing that he knew Istas. Well.
When Sam finally told Ridley his name, a little spark seemed to light up in her head - and offhandedly, she was glad he admitted openly that he would hit a girl if it came to it. Not like the other boys who tried to play that chivalry but ended up doing it anyways. Her eyes opened a little bit in recollection, "weren't you dressed a Pokemon at Istas' birthday party?"
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Posted: Sun Oct 02, 2011 1:30 pm
Sam didn’t need need to be reminded of that awful costume. Technically, it was a crocodile costume, one that his mom had cooked up for him. Sam just called it a krookodile to make it seem a bit cooler. The boy let out a bit of a huff and rolled his eyes; he really hoped he’d never have to wear or hear about it again.
“Yeah, a Krookodile. I guess you were there as a …….” Sam was less able to recall what Ridley might have dresses up as. It was so long ago, and really, who remembers clothes that much anyways?
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Posted: Tue Oct 04, 2011 12:04 am
"I was a raccoon," Ridley happily supplied, rolling her head so her chin rested on the surface of the desk now; her cheek now a little pink from being pressed a little too hard. She had liked that costume, even if it had to come together due to a black eye she had received a few days before the party.
She had missed Sam's not so pleased huff over her recollection of his own costume at the party, so she didn't ask him further about it. Ridley had seen it, she thought it had been cool and that was that. Her feet began to swing back and forth under her chair, "So, what are you in for?" she decided to ask finally. Sam had heard her story, now it was his turn to inform her.
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Posted: Thu Oct 06, 2011 2:43 pm
“Right…” Sam said it even though he couldn’t exactly recall a raccoon costume. He hadn’t exactly paid that much attention to the girls at Istas’s party several months ago. But it didn’t matter that much now. Here the two of them were, stuck in a boring room alone together.
“Me?” He asked rhetorically. Sam shifted his seating position on the desk top. Personally, he didn’t really agree with being sent to detention over what he did. Being in the room for taking a stand in gym class wasn’t really fair in his mind, and it just made him a bit angry. “Some kid cheated in kickball, used his hands when Coach wasn’t looking. I called him on it.”
Sam wasn’t a big talker like Ridley; he didn’t feel the need to embellish much more then that. Instead he just kinda shrugged, “They said I couldn’t go out for recess cause ‘I started it’.”
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Posted: Fri Oct 07, 2011 10:24 am
Ridley frowned a little at the shortened version of Sam's story, it didn't even have the juicy parts which usually had what he actually did. Even if she knew fully well when someone started it, meant fighting, she still would have liked to hear the full story from the teller's mouth.
Pulling herself from the edge of the desk, she sat in a proper straighter position until she leaned better in the older boy's direction. "That was a really boring version of your story," she informed him with a very pointed look. She liked it when people talked to her just as much as much as she liked talking to people - well, when conversation seemed a good thing to have.
But I'm sure he deserved in, cheating sucks and all."
Ridley's eyes glanced at the few desks that separated them, contemplating moving over a few to get closer. Usually her teacher did get mad when she moved during these things, but conversations so far away were annoying. She hummed a little, still debating. "Is this your first time having recess detention?" Might as well keep the conversation rolling while she thought about her move.
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Posted: Fri Oct 07, 2011 1:16 pm
“That’s what happened,” Sam shrugged at being boring. By now, he had gotten into enough trouble that getting to the point and leaving out the details was usually the best way to tell the story, at least the way he told his parents. He couldn’t have really known that Ridley would want the gory details. “And he did.”
Sam smiled in a cocky manner and rubbed his knuckles. He knew he shouldn’t be proud of hitting someone, and he wasn’t really, he was much more proud of the fact he didn’t let the kid get away with it. Being a senshi sort of magnified his sense of justice. People do bad stuff, like cheat, they should be punished. If he had to be punished for it himself too, well… he didn’t agree with that, but so be it. Sam wasn’t going to be sorry for doing ‘the right thing’.
Glancing at Ridley, he eyed her up and down. She didn’t look like a kid who would disapprove of the kind of actions Sam normally took. “No.” He paused, thinking on if he should embellish beyond the no. “I… occasionally get sent here. Trying not to, but… some kids just don’t know when to quit.”
What Sam exactly meant by that it was hard to tell. He was trying to avoid getting into fights, keep cool and rise above. That was the kinda thing parents expected, for him to be good and stay out of trouble. But really, sometimes other kids really pushed his buttons; Sam couldn’t help but push back.
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Posted: Wed Nov 09, 2011 12:32 am
It was obviously that Ridley wasn't going to be getting more out of him than that, and obviously she was rather disappointed with Same for his lack of information. She had, after all, given him a rather lengthy explanation of her crime and then some.
The little girl took a moment to frown and hum, kicking her legs underneath her chair as he replied to her other inquiry. A questioning look rose upon her features as she studied him once again a few desks down, Ridley didn't disapprove of his methods - after all, she employed them herself from time to time with equal results (except for soccer, there wasn't detention in soccer. There was getting kicked out of the game though).
"Hm, I wonder why I haven't seen you in here before then," She had to wonder. "I've been in recess detention loads of times but not a lot of people are in the same room with me." Did they have more rooms that they shafted kids into, or was it because she was in higher grade that she was now encountering the boy?
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