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Post by Beast Boy on Mar 12, 2011 22:28:57 GMT -5
Beast Boy was attending school. I KNOW!! Weeeeiiird. His feelings were mixed, though. On one hand, he adored the chance at meeting new people and, of course, new girls. There were so many pretty ones, it was like Tokyo all over again. Then came the negatives. “Homework”, the food, the fact that his friends weren’t in any of his classes [he was 15, they were older], “detention”, “textbooks” and all these new vocabulary words he had to learn. I mean, seriously? Highschool was like a whole new dimension with it’s own language! Thankfully, he’d previously heard of some through his TV schooling, but many others were unfamiliar. For one thing, what the hell was an LOL? Was that some type of a disease? It must have been a common one. And a “goth”? Was that what Raven was? But then there appeared to be a lot of other girls dubbed that. He didn’t think that Trigon had that many daughters. He’d asked one of them if she was the devil’s daughter once and she hadn’t liked that.
Oh, and you know what else sucked?
The rules! This place had about a gazillion rules that Beast Boy didn’t know about. It wasn’t written anywhere either, students were just expected to somehow know. At first, Beast Boy didn’t even know what a teacher looked like. I mean, they dressed the same way as students and some even looked as young. So after calling one of them a “dude” and making fun of “Mr. U.G. Lee”’s name, said Mr. U.G. Lee [who he was apparently talking to] gave him detention and, no, that’s not a good thing, which Beast Boy had originally believed . But, seriously, this couldn’t have been the first time the dude had heard his little joke [which was supposed to inspire laughter, by the way, not detentions. Didn’t ANYBODY know how they were supposed to respond to jokes? Shouldn’t ‘teachers’ at least, with all there smartness, know?]. And how oh how was he to know that flirting with a teacher was bad? Especially seeing as he didn’t even know said teacher was a teacher. She could have been 15 for all he knew. Oh and you know what else you weren’t supposed to do? Ask a teacher why she asked so many questions [I mean, really? If she was so smart, why didn’t she know what x equalled? And who the hell cared what x equalled anyways?].
At any case, Beast Boy had managed to get detention from three different teachers in one day [and he only had four classes]. Whippee! To say that he was annoyed would be putting it lightly. He was a titan. A good guy. A hero. He didn’t have time to waste locked up in some classroom [which was apparently what a detention was], as appealing as it sounded. Gaaahhh! He could be kicking some bad-dudes butt right now! Or beating Cyborg in one of his video games! Or tormenting Raven! Instead, he was here. In school. Stupid Mr. U.G. Lee and his dumb name. With a pissed off expression clouding his face, he knocked on the classroom door and entered when he heard the “come in”. He wondered whether or not ‘highschool’, minus the pretty girls and friendly students, was what hell looked like. Yeah, probably. Was he glad that he was a good guy or what?
[OOC: I'm guessing that this may fit in here? Haha and sorry for the awful post. I'm normally horrible at intros.]
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Post by Abrielle Destinee Quinn on Mar 12, 2011 23:07:47 GMT -5
The logic of the teachers astounded her. Quite honestly it pissed her off. Here she was, hair soaked in honey that was now dripping on her clothes and she was the one in detention. Sure, it was an awesome prank and on a scale of one to ten she was like a 1000 on the scale of awesome prankers. That didn't mean she was the one who pulled it off, and anyways why would she pull a prank on herself?
Of course, she really got detention for breaking Sarah Addley's nose after being covered in honey but she wasn't really thinking like that. She had been getting her things from her locker, minding her own business when she suddenly got tripped from behind, and her head landed in a bucket of honey. First of all, how the hell did someone get enough honey to fill a bucket list and second of all OW! She had hit the back of her head on the lip of the bucket and it was throbbing quite nicely.
Sure, Sarah Addley got detention too, but she didn't have to serve on account of cheer leading practice. She pleaded for the teachers to at least let her go wash her hair in the gym showers. They let her but she still wasn't able to get all of the honey out. It was sickly sweet and it made her skin itch and she was soooooo going to hurt someone for this.
She walked over to the host of today's detention. "Hey again." She said, as if she was here every day. In truth, she was much to the despair of her foster family. She set down a newspaper, a can of Sundrop and a bag of the skittles that fizzed on the teacher's desk and sat down with her own can of Sundrop, two bags of skittles, one of the fizzy kind and another of the sour kind, and a bag full of pixie stix.
Yes. She did have a system worked out with the detention warden so she could keep her candy and caffeine during detention. Thats how often she was in detention. She pulled out her iphone and began to surf the web about how to get honey out of one's hair. The teacher gave her a pointed look. She rolled her eyes and put away her cell phone, and not happy about it. The honey was starting to dry and she wondered if it would be easier to get out that way. She was definitely not going to cut off her hair. If she was forced to she was soooo going to have to do more than break Sarah Addley's nose.
She was thankful she did not get suspended though, the foster family would kill her if she did. Of course not literally, and she was thankful for that. Thinking on it, she realized, if she was still staying with her father that might be more literal. She looked around the room absentmindedly. 'Motivational dolphin poster, computer, desk, desk, desk, green kid, desk...wait green kid?' She looked back over to the boy sitting in the room. She would not comment on it right away, but she knew that, that definitely was not normal.
"What did someone put green dye in your spray tan?" She asked, jokingly. Ok, she couldn't resist for much longer. Then it hit her, she knew how to get Sarah back for getting honey in her hair. She would show up to school green, or purple or hmmm she had blue hair dye at home that she thought about streaking into her hair once but she ended up chickening out.
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Post by Beast Boy on Mar 13, 2011 0:58:57 GMT -5
Quiet. Quiet. Quiet. Quiet. IT’S SO QUIET!!!
I swear, Beast Boy would have gone nuts if the girl hadn’t talk to him. He just wasn’t used to this much quiet. He was a social animal, the type that thrived from socializing and…not-thrived from loneliness. It literally made his brain hurt, his teeth clinch, his head throb. This girl was a hero! If only she had said “hello” or something other than “What did someone put green dye in your spray tan?”. I mean, he couldn’t exactly tell her the truth. “Yeah, so my name’s Beast Boy and I’m a superhero. Got my powers when a green monkey bit me and turned green as a side-effect.” The others would kill him. Thankfully, however, he had already thought of an answer to questions like this, having predicted the fact that people would ask. First, he started by laughing good-heartedly at her joke. Then he added “Hahaha no. It’s for the girls”, finishing with a toothy grin. It was slightly true, after all. Slightly. Oh, how he hated lying. "All the pretty ones like it" was clearly meant to be a joke.
Then he noticed something odd about the girl: her hair. Not only was it white, but it was apparently covered in honey. Eww. Being Beast Boy, the white wasn’t as strange as the honey bit to him. He’d seen a few people with white hair in the past, Jump was swarming with oddities like that. Plus, who knew? Maybe it had a melancholy backstory she’s trying to forget? His did. So, instead, he only asked about the honey [which he was curious about]. “Mixed up honey with shampoo?” was said after the small bit of silence that followed his answer. “Used to happen to me too. So not cool.” True dat. Remembering his experience, not only was it humiliating but also annoying. Honey didn’t belong on his perfect hair and--shiver--he hated cutting it [which he was forced to do once]. “They look the same. What are we supposed to do? Read the label?” was said as though ‘reading the label’ was the most outrageous thing there was. Which was true. I mean, seriously? Beast Boy didn’t read. Ever. Right after the words left him, he laughed like it was a funny joke.
Silence. “Soooo..” he began, breaking the quiet. “I’m Garfield. What’s your name?” Cue the friendly smile. Yeah, it was strange, introducing himself as “Garfield”. Reeaal strange. He was too used to “Beast Boy” and, sometimes, he even automatically begins the “Beast” part before realizing what he was saying. Then he would cover-up his mistake by pretending that “The Beast” was his nickname. Thanks to his mistake, “The Beast” had actually truly became his nickname here. I know, right? Personally, he liked it. The Beast. Fitted him real well. At any case, whether his name was ‘Beast Boy’ or ‘Garfield’, introducing himself after the first minute of conversation was a must for Beast Boy. He just loved, no make that loved squared, meeting new people and introducing himself and asking for the other’s name was necessary for that to happen. After he was informed of what people called the other dude, he officially “knew” him/her. Otherwise, they would be a stranger. It would be like they’d never met.
He would have loved it if his parents had chosen a more…er…normal name for him, though. I mean, they had normal names: Mark and Marie. Heck, even his cousin had a normal name: Matt. Why must he be stuck with the only abnormal name, hmmm [and one that didn’t start with an M, for that matter]? Garfield? Seriously? It was a cat’s name in a comic. Not a high school student’s. Ah, well. He could always just go with ‘Gar’.
[OOC: Awesome intro! And thanks for replying ^_^
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Post by Abrielle Destinee Quinn on Mar 13, 2011 11:20:10 GMT -5
Abrielle laughed, actually laughed. It was something that hadn't happened to her in a very long time. Sure there was the slight snicker after pulling off her latest prank, and the hollow sound of the laugh she made when it was a social cue, when she was supposed to laugh but she never really felt it. She forgot how easy it was to just laugh. "Let me know how that works for you." She said with a smile. "Pixie stick?" She asked, offering the boy her bag full of them. She would offer him a soda, but she had already given her spare to the professor. It was a rare, rare time when she offered anyone her candy, but he had made her laugh. She officially liked the kid.
"Y'see I'm not the most popular around here." She started to explained and motioned to her clothes. She was wearing a pair of black and white striped leggings, and knee high flat boots. She wore a black skirt that fluffed out with the ruffles underneath and a purplish off the shoulder shirt, and a black and purple choker. It was her outfit of choice. She sighed, she could easily become popular. She had the looks, and she already knew how to fake her way through high school, but she did not need a bunch of fake friends who would stab her in the back when she got the chance.
"One of the girls on the cheer leading squad tripped me into a bucket full of honey. I broke her nose and that's how I got detention. Little miss cheerleader doesn't serve 'til tomorrow because she's got an exemption because of cheer leading practice." She grumbled. She really needed an honest to goodness shower, or three, because she was sticky, and that was uncomfortable. She was able to convince the teachers to let her use the locker room showers, but not let her go home and serve detention tomorrow. She really didn't understand the difference between letting someone off because they had cheer leading and letting someone off because they were covered in frickin honey. It irked her, it really did.
"My given name is Abrielle but my friends call me Elle." She said, smiling again, and taking a sip of her soda. The company had just recently launched across the nation, and it was amazing. She couldn't really described it. It was sort of a mix between like...squirt....ginger ale....and Mountain Dew but that didn't properly describe the drink. That was it, it was indescribable. "No but seriously call me by my full name and I'll have to do you bodily harm" She said, she smiled and ripped open the top of a blue pixie stick, it was her personal favorite. She poured a little of the flavored sugar on her tongue. She was aware that if you put Kool Aid and sugar together without the water part, you got basically the same thing but she preferred this because of the little paper tubes it was held in.
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Post by Beast Boy on Mar 13, 2011 13:27:07 GMT -5
The girl offered him her pixie sticks. How nice of her! But—er—what were pixie sticks? Clearly, they were edible, maybe some type of a candy? He couldn’t ask what they were, though. For all he knew, they could be the most popular food-item out here. She’ll be suspicious and his secret identity would be ruined! So he simply took an orange one with a “thanks!”, pretending like he knew what they were. Then he bit it. After all, isn’t that what you’re supposed to do with food? Unfortunately, he got a mouthful of wrapper instead of—well—the actual whatever-they-were. “Dude! Never knew they had paper flavored ones…” was said to cover up the surprise look he had gotten after he tasted the wrapper. You know what else? He didn’t seem to be able to swallow it. It just wouldn’t be bit off! This was certainly the weirdest thing he had ever “eaten”. Feeling pretty stupid trying to bite the pixie stick, he eventually gave-up with a “uhhh…I think I’ll just save it for later.”
Then the girl began explaining. Apparently, some “cheerleader” had tripped her into a bucket of honey. She had broken her nose and ended up here, but said “cheerleader” got to skip due to practice. What the hell was a cheerleader? He’d actually heard that one a bunch of times, but never got to fully comprehend its meaning. What did they do? Lead cheers? As in be the first to raise their glass? Why the hell did that need practice? “Dude, that’s so unfair!” was exclaimed with slight frustration. “I lead cheers all the time and I don’t get to skip detention!” Seriously, man. All you have to do is raise your glass and yell “cheers” or something slightly more creative. How hard was that? It really didn’t need practice. Whoever this “cheerleader” lady was had problems. Unless, of course, that wasn’t what cheerleaders did. High school was weird. “….Guess I’ll practice next time.” As stupid as it sounded.
Then the girl introduced herself as “Abrielle”, nickname “Elle”. Oh, and unless he called her “Elle”, he would be beaten-up. Elle, it was, then! It was easier to say, anyways. “So, Elle,” he began. “Does that mean you’ll call me by my nickname? The Beast?” Cue the big confident grin. “The Beast”. He seriously liked the sound of it. Without the ‘boy’ stuck onto it, it sounded way more manly, wild and just plain cool. Definitely better than “Garfield” and more suitable for him too. He just wished it would catch on. As surprising as it may be, people didn’t appear too keen to call him “The Beast”. Instead, they somehow preferred Garfield. I KNOW!! What did I say? Highschool. Was. Weird. Everything about it was weird: the fashion, the food, the customs, the language, and the people. It was like a whole other culture he wasn’t used to. Would he ever get used to this? It didn’t seem like he would. Gahh! He just felt so stupid here. He truly didn’t understand anything that was pretty much common knowledge to others. It just…didn’t feel good. He hated it. He used to think that watching a whole lot of TV would help him, but it really didn’t. All that accomplished was a seat in the geeks table. Yeah. Go him! He wondered if this was how Starfire felt all the time. Poor dudette.
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Post by Abrielle Destinee Quinn on Mar 13, 2011 14:05:24 GMT -5
"You rip the paper. It's sugar and flavoring on the inside." She said with a giggle. Did this kid grow up in another country? She wondered absentmindedly. Everyone who knew anything of candy in the United States knew what a pixie stick was....didn't they? It was a staple to any child's life. Sure it was pure sugar and adult hated giving them to kids, but when they finally got their hands on one it was like a match made in heaven....or at least that's how it was for her. Pixie Stix were her hidey hole. They were the one thing her father gave her, before he went psycho and tried to kill her, that made her happy. It was a pixie stick, on of the foot long ones in the plastic tubes. She had gotten it for easter or something and ate it all in a day. Then she got terribly sick. Of course she was only five at the time, and her brother was still alive. She thinks it was him who actually got it for her, but she could never be sure. It was the one happy memory of her family before everything spiralled downwards.
She sighed shaking her head from the depressing thoughts. She did not want to go down that downward spiral of depression, because she most definitely did not want to see another shrink. Besides, her foster family might draw the line if she was deemed mentally unstable or depressed or something and she would have to move again. She was just starting to like this place, and there was a chance that no one in the school district would want her and she would need to switch schools. She stopped her train of through again, beginning to become panicked. She did not want to be away from her stepbrother. He was the only real family she had left. The only one who actually understood why she was so messed up.
"Umm it's a little more complicated than that. Cheerleading is a lesser-form of Gymnastics. They cheer for the football team during games, but they also have their own competitions." She explained, yep, definitely from another country. She concluded. How could anyone not know what a cheerleader did. There were like, fifty bagillion movies about cheerleading and pretty much any television series, or movie that had anything to do with highschool at least mentioned it. Unless this kid grew up in a hole away from all media, there was no way he could not know what that was.
"I would, but then it might get confusing because I describe things as "beast" on occassion. It's like awesome or cool. And i would go oh man that is totally BEAST and you'd be like...what? Garfield isn't such a bad name. At least your name's not Angus or something. I have an uncle Angus. Or, like, my name is so stuffy. My mother had naming issues. She names me and my brother based on the first and middle names of herself anf my father." She spat out father like it was a disease on her tongue.
"My mom's name was Aubrey Ella which she spun into "Abrielle" my father's name is William Travis, so my brother's name was "Willis."" She cringed when she realized she added the was before her mother's and brother's names. She realized doing that, if someone were paying attention, would indicate they were no longer with the living. Usually that brought up a whole lot of questions she didn't need or want to answer. She would answer them, but she would prefer not to.
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Post by Beast Boy on Mar 13, 2011 15:21:14 GMT -5
Apparently, he had gotten both the cheerleading thing and the pixie sticks wrong. Oh no. Not good. Not good. Not good. He knew that he should’ve watched more movies set in highschool. The thing was that he couldn’t handle them. He’d tried, really, but they were all lovey-dovey boring chick flick stuff. He fell asleep in the middle of every one he’d tried to watch for “research” and eventually gave-up. He told himself that the little information he’d managed to obtain while still awake was enough, but it obviously wasn’t. It wasn’t his fault! Really. He just couldn’t endure them. He was a whole lot more into action, spy-stuff and horror films: all which unfortunately didn’t include highschool. Not the good ones, anyways. Gahh…he should have known that, if he couldn’t survive through movies based on highschool life, he couldn’t survive through the actual thing. Stupid minors-have-to-attend-school law. Really, he was a hero. A Teen Titan. It wasn’t like he needed school. He already had a job!
Although, the whole cheerleading thing still sounded pretty lame. They cheered in football games? Wasn’t that what the audience was for? “Oh,” he said, having finally understood. Sort of. “Never mind then. ..Detention’s waayy better.” Maybe it was because he was a dude, but the whole “cheerleading” thing sounded much too dull. Plus, he’d just met someone new, learnt a thing or two about highschool and gotten some free candy. Detention wasn’t really as bad as he had previously believed it would be. Following her instructions, he ripped the paper [or what he previously thought was the real thing] and poured the pixie stick stuff onto his tongue. A couple seconds later, his eyes widened. “DUDE! It’s so sweet!” And it was. There was a pause and then a chuckle escaped him. “Cool!” What can I say? He loved sugary sweet things. With that, he began continuously eating more of said pixie stick as Elle talked.
She told him that Garfield wasn’t such a bad name—which he had to disagree with—and explained hers. Apparently, her mother’s name was Aubrey Ella which was where Abrielle had come from. Well, that was a strange way too—wait a second, did she say was? Same with her brother, he was Willis. Oh. Most people would have asked some more questions after realizing this, but not Beast Boy. He knew what it was like to lose your parents and want to forget. It was why he hated questions targeting his looks or his history. The last thing he would do would be to do the same to another poor soul. If she wanted to talk about it, she could, but he wouldn’t harass her. Plus, what was there to ask about? Her mother and brother were dead. There wasn’t anything else to it. At least her father appeared to be alive. That was good, no? At any case, Beast Boy decided to ignore this piece of information. “At least your name’s after your parents and not an orange cat with a freaky obsession for lasagna.” That still bothered him.
Deciding to change the topic of conversation, he asked “Soooo…what do you do in detention?” Because just sitting here and talking didn’t sound too fun. It would be cool at first, but then get boring eventually. Perhaps some video games? Or sports [be it football, volleyball, basketball or—the best of the best—STANKBALL!]Or maybe even a good movie? Then again, boring them to death was probably the function of detention. Wasn’t it supposed to be some type of a punishment? He guessed letting them play video games would be counterproductive. Still, wasn’t boring them to death a bit…extreme? It should count as child abuse for sure, definitely illegal. It wasn’t like he did anything bad either. He didn’t deserve this. HE WAS INNOCENT!!!
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Post by Abrielle Destinee Quinn on Mar 14, 2011 17:34:44 GMT -5
She laughed again. That was honestly the first time she heard a male in highschool described the cheerleaders as 'lame'. It was refreshing quite honestly, but it was strange to her. Maybe it was due to the fact tat she failed to mention just how skimpy the cheerleading uniforms were. She snorted. Well he would find out soon enough he was sure. The cheerleaders pretty much owned the school, along with the football players. She really hated the monarchy wihtin the school. Really there was no reason those people should be the most popular. Sure, not all of them were terrible people but some of them were infuriating.
"That's kind of the point of Pixie Stix." She said. "When i was like five, I got on for easter, but it was one of the foot long ones in plastic tubing. I ate the whole thing in a day, and thats a lot of sugar for a five year old me. I got soooo sick. But it was worth it." She said snickering. She tended not to share her family life, but it was a story that was bursting from her. It was one of the happy ones, so she didn't mind her breif word vomit.
"I'm sure there are plenty of other famous people with the name Garfield." She said, pondering it for a moment. "Well there's a city in New Jersey.." She said after a moment, unfortunately couldn't think of any people with the name, at least not since he mentioned the orange cat. That's all that was invading her mind. "And hey, don't make fun of Garfield. He's a treasured childhood memory of thousands of people." She said. She occassionally flipped on the show when it was on, but she disliked the newer version. The cat was stangely proportioned and it bothered her.
"Nothing, that's kind of the point of detention. I'm cool with MR. U. G. but some of the teachers can be real pains about it. You sit and do nothing, or write lines of the same sentence over and over again. Occassionally you get to clean the classroom or beat chalk erasers if you complain about it too much, but I wouldn't suggest it." She explained. Really, detention was sure to be fundamental throughout any country that had a school district...right? Maybe he was home schooled. She thought idly to herself. He was a curiousity. She wouldn't poke and prod like some of the other students might, but she would like to know more about the kid.
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Post by Beast Boy on Mar 16, 2011 1:41:56 GMT -5
In response to his shocked statement about the pixie sticks being sweet, Elle had shared a wonderful story which was meant to portray the point of the candy. Woah! Wait a second… “So the point of pixie sticks is getting sick?” What can I say? He knew that highschool was weird, but not this weird. A shock expression consumed his face, one where his mouth hung open and his eyes resembled to an incredibly close degree. “Uhhh…cool?” Not. Hearing Elle’s story suddenly made him drop his pixie stick, despite it still containing some of the sweet-get-you-sick stuff—whatever it’s called—onto the table. He didn’t feel like eating any more, surprisingly enough. Being sick was just not an option for him. His powers, though normally well under his control, always went haywire during such time. Granted, his experience was always with the flu, but who knew? Maybe it was every illness.
Then she informed him about the city called ‘Garfield’ and—well—that perked him up. He, being a comic geek more than a geographer, had never heard such a thing before. It surprised him, of course, but he had no second thoughts about believing it. He just did. For Beast Boy, sources meant nothing. While some might doubt the information they obtain from other regular citizens, the green changeling didn’t. Why, he believes things he reads in comic books for crying out loud! So the first thing he said was “I’ve got a city named after me? along with a big, and still increasing in size, smile. “DUDE! I'm so rubbing it in Ra-chel and Vic’s faces!” Yeah, he was about to say ‘Raven’ out of sheer habit, but had thankfully caught himself just in time. Seeing as both ‘Rachel’ and ‘Raven’ began with the same ‘Ra’, it didn’t even matter anyways. There was just a small pause which Beast Boy only hoped that Elle hadn’t caught.
At any case, he was incredibly excited at the prospects of rubbing this small piece of information into their jealous not-named-after-an-ultracool-city faces. Yeah, the truth was that he wouldn’t have cared this much about his name if it wasn’t for them. Along with his green skin, elf-like ears, fangs, vegan-diet, geekness and ‘stupidity’ [as they called it], they just had to poke fun at his name. He’d done fairly well at keeping it secret up until now and, once they found out, they just wouldn’t let go. Yeah, yeah, yeah, so the name was slightly abnormal. Big deal! Now that he’d FINALLY learnt something cool about his name—well—they were definitely going to hear about it. Mwhahaha!
Elle’s answer to his question interrupted his thoughts. Nothing? Nothing? Nothing? Nothing? Yeah…he still didn’t get it. ….. “Nothing?” was asked with a monotone, a rare occurrence for him. …… “….Nothing?” was repeated again with the same monotone, though softer. ….. Yup, now he finally got it. The word along with its meaning has successfully sunk in.
“NOTHING?” This time, it was a yell as his hands flew up, grabbing Elle’s collar and holding onto it tightly, pleading for help. “I can’t do NOTHING! Yeah…he was starting to lose it. HE WAS INNOCENT!! Heeeelllpppp meeee! Sweat drops were gathered on his forehead and he looked capable of ruining his pants from fear.
[So something like This]
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Post by Abrielle Destinee Quinn on Mar 16, 2011 14:05:24 GMT -5
"Noo, I just meant it as a funny story." She sighed. "If you give any tiny five year old like two cups of sugar at one sitting they will get sick, please don't tell me you've never eaten candy until you got sick from it because then I am going to say you are kind of a fail at life." She said, laughing lightly. It was partially a joke but she was also partially serious. She was kind of an addict. Her sweet tooth was beyond anything one might call normal. She still vowed to try that sandwhich the one girl made in the Breakfast club with the fritos and pixie stix. Every time she ever tried to, someone made her stop and it got on her nerves.
She laughed at his comment about the city. "I'm pretty sure it wasn't named after you, possibly you were named after it? I had a foster family that names all of thei kids after the city they were conceived in. I thought it was a little gross, like if my name was 'Orlando' or something I would never be able to go to that city because I would think of my parents getting it on which is totally disgusting." She said shrugging. When it left her mouth she mentally hit herself. She was a weirdo, why in the world would she bring up that story? No one wanted to hear about adults getting freaky. Word vomit. She was terrible about it. Once someone got her talking it was a pretty rare thing to get her to shut up again, and sometimes she forgot to replace her mouth to brain filters between convorsations.
"Ok someone needs to seriously sit you down and pump highschool culture into your system or you are going to get eaten alive out there. Try watching some highschool movies. Anything from the 80's is better than current ones. Well other than Mean Girls, which has apparently been deemed a cult classic. The television show Glee pretty accurately describes our school, y'know if you take out all of the random singing, though I wish we could get a show choir or Glee club or something here." She said shrugging. Seriously they needed to do a complete brain scrub of the kid.
She bristled when the green boy started to climb on her and shake her. Really?! she just met the kid. Personal space people, personal space. "As much as I apologize for your freaking out you have like twenty three seconds to remove yourself from my person." She said flatly. "It's not that big of a deal. I get put in here for no apparent reason all the time. Some professors already have my detention slip written up before I walk in the room." She told him. Unfair? Yes. Was it going to stop? No. Who was going to believe she was innocent.
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Post by Beast Boy on Mar 17, 2011 0:45:41 GMT -5
So, based on Elle, if he never had experienced getting sick from too much candy, he was automatically— “say what?” Beast Boy asked, offended. “I’m so not a fail at life!” He bristled at the mere suggestion. “You’re just jealous because I can eat candy and not get sick.” He finished with a proud grin. True dat. Why was getting sick a good thing, anyways? I mean, didn’t sick=bad? That was what he had believed all his life. Plus, getting sick meant that you were weak. A real man didn’t get sick, like him. Who did this girl think she was? Telling him he was a fail at life like that. “Bet fifty bucks I can eat way more sugar than you” was out his mouth without a second—or even a first—thought. It was only after that he realized what it could mean. Whatever. It wasn’t like he would lose to a girl…would he? She probably wasn’t even going to take his bet, anyways. Haha yeah! Too weak.
What she said next made the expression return to his face. “Kaayyy…really not something I needed to hear.” Did that mean that was the reason he was named ‘Garfield’? It could explain why his name was the black-sheep of the family. While everyone else were ‘M’ names, his begun with a ‘G’ and was the only uncommon one. It wasn’t because of his parent’s strange taste or love for Garfield comics [which was really the same thing as ‘strange taste’]. It was because he was conceived there. Suddenly, he didn’t feel like rubbing it in Raven and Cyborg’s faces no more. Instead, he felt like scrubbing his memory clean. Yeah…he was never visiting ‘Garfield’.
It was at the girl’s next words that his brain began to hurt. Highschool movies…80s was better…Mean Girls…Glee…singing…Glee club…? TO MUCH INFORMATION!! He couldn’t digest it all at once and she was talking so quickly. “Mean Girls…Glee…Glee club? Duuuuude! Slow down! You’re making my brain hurt!” Ouch. He seriously wasn’t a fan of brain cramps. “Are those movies?” It sounded like they were, though he thought she had mentioned that ‘Glee’ was a television show. Coming to think of it, he did hear about it, but never cared much to actually watch. “Do they have brain sucking aliens? Or superpowered ninjas?” A guy could hope, couldn’t he? “…Is Glee a robot-dude?” It sounded like it might be. If they were sans what made movies so bamf [the fantasy], he was not watching it. It was why he didn’t watch Starfire’s documentaries. Real life was just…boring. Real boring.
Clearly, Elle didn’t like him invading her personal space. Big surprise. Truth be told, Beast Boy didn’t actually think before doing so. He had let his emotions control his actions and boy was he emotional right now. If he had actually bothered to think, he wouldn’t have. But yeah. He was quite emotional, having just realized the fact that he was stuck in a small classroom for a good length of time, expected to do nothing. For most people, this may not be such a big deal, but for Beast Boy? IT WAS A HUGE BIGGIE!! He had a hard time keeping still in his classes, let alone detention. He just wasn’t capable. He’ll start to go crazy and, locked in a closed space, obtain a strong claustrophobic feeling. He was an animal. He needed to be free. But, clearly, Elle was uncomfortable. Seeing that, he let go of her and, instead, clung to his table. His breathing intensified and his face grew pale. “…I think I’m going to be sick…”
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Post by Abrielle Destinee Quinn on Mar 17, 2011 7:58:54 GMT -5
[sorry it's so short wrote it before class] "You are totally on." She Said. Elle was never a girl to back away from a challenge. In fact, she can't recall a time she ever did and she was not about to start now. She was sure she wouldn't lose, but she was mentally counting up the money she had saved underneath the false bottom on her trunk chest. She didn't need her foster sister to "borrow" andy money without asking her again. She usually kept that false bottom for momentos of her mother, and brother, but sometimes she put her money down there too. She always like to have it, just in case something went wrong and she needed to live on her own for a while. She was not a fan of the group homes she got sent to in-between foster families.
"Mean girls is a movie, yes, The Breakfast Club happens to be the best movie about detention ever. Glee is a television series. It sums up life at our highschool pretty well. A Glee club is show choir, not a giant robot. It's about singing and dancing and I was in one two schools ago, it was totally amazing. I've been lobbying to get one here, but apparently no teacher" she said this a little loudly glancing over at Mr. U. G. Lee, "will sponder it." She grumbled. The teacher did not react, instead her looked over at her, eyebrow raised, and went back to reading his paper.
"Haha, just calm down. Do some deep breathing or meditation or something. If you're really all they bored I'm sure there is something you can figure out what to do in the meantime or I'm sure Mr. Lee would be able to give you some busy work if it's really all that excruciatingly painful for you." She said. She didn't understand this kid. Plain and simple. She did not now, and would not ever. He was a mystery to her and she did not mind all that much. She wasn 't one of those people who needed to know every single detail about someone's life to be friends with them. She was comfortably knowing whatever the other person was comfortable sharing.
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Post by Beast Boy on Mar 19, 2011 1:14:58 GMT -5
“Wait...they made a movie about detention?” ‘WTF?’ came to mind as his jaws dropped. “How long are these things?” Aren’t movies normally 2 hours or so? That means that a detention has to be at least two hours or else they would have to lengthen each minute which would be really hard to do. The actors would have to do everything in slow motion and it’ll get old quick. So did that mean detention was like 2 freakin’ hours long? No, no, no, no, no, NO! IT’S THE END OF THE WORLD!! Wait, maybe it was one of those an hour-or-so short movies? Yeah! But, wait, that’s still way too long. Amiss these thoughts, he was vaguely aware of Elle talking about Glee. “You mean like..a musical?” He asked, astonished. “Dude! They're worse than S-Kor’s documentaries!” And then he began to laugh. It was true! I mean, it’s full of people dancing and singing and everything blah.
His laughter, however, quickly died when he realized that she liked musicals. “I mean…they’re cool?”And then he added "Yeah! Just need to replace all the wierdos singing with robot-aliens, talking dolls, ghosts and action!” Yeah! It shouldn’t be so horrible if the mentioned changes were made. Granted, it wouldn’t be a musical either—more horror/action, actually—but it’ll be watchable. So whatever. Beast Boy wasn’t about to whine. Really, he couldn’t understand why Elle liked it. To him, she didn’t look like the singing/dancing type. She looked and sounded really cool, actually. In fact, she really wasn’t the typical highschool student which, to Beast Boy, was a great thing. It meant he could actually talk to her. Unlike the rest, she was actually nice. She didn’t tease him or make fun of him like everyone else did. Why, she even tried to help him. Suddenly, he felt terrible—no, real terrible about mocking her taste in movies. How stupid could he get? Great job, Beast Boy. Really. Great! Gahhh! Stupid, stupid, stupid—he mentally slapped himself for that. He just seriously wished she wouldn’t suddenly hate him. She was the first person in this school that didn’t already. Hearing her words about detention, he nodded slowly, took a few deep breaths and attempted a smile. “How’s about I win my fifty bucks instead?” Yeah, that’ll be a good distraction for him and, hopefully, it would last a while before he she loses. “Unless you’re scared…” ‘Scared’ was pronounced in a mocking accent as his eyes narrowed and a confident grin formed on his face.
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Post by Abrielle Destinee Quinn on Mar 24, 2011 12:12:14 GMT -5
"OK, I know it sounds like, really lame. That's what I said when someone told me about it. The Breakfast Club is like...a classic. It's hilarious and a lot more interesting than most highschool related films. It's like....five kids sitting in detention on a Saturday. Each for different reasons. It's a really funny movie, and besides it'll help you learn the ways of highschool. It has a character from pretty much every major clique in school." She said trying to explain. It was a hard movie to explain without giving too much away. She was bad as explaining movies to begin with.
"Glee pretty much explains where we are on the social stratesphere. Unfortunately for you and I we are on the bottom tier of the social standings. Of course, when we get out of here we'll own their asses, but that means pretty much nothing while you're in these walls." She told him. "And it so is not lame! Boys I swear, no attention span for anything that doesn't have flashy lights and explosions." She groaned. She was not going to get through to him any time soon.
"Action movies are great and all but they lack...characterization I guess. The characters are so flat, and they rarely ever change. It takes more than a buff guy, or Angelina Jolie, and explosions to keep my interest. Like the new Tron, that's an action movie. I loved that movie. Olivia Wilde? Totally great actress. Whomever the dude was wasn't bad either. I liked it because the characters were actually developed amazingly, there was a story there rather than just a bunch of explosions and enough flashes to cause a seizure, though I don't suggest anyone with epilepsy going to see that movie...." She said with a laugh, trying to gain some middle ground.
"On the other hand. There was that one movie Devil. It all happened in an Elevator. It was sooo stupid. It was more horror than action, but it could have been really good. You just never really knew the characters. They were just people so you didn't actually feel anything when anyone died. It was just...hmmm they are dead...that's interesting." She said with a shrug. Sure, Devil had it's positives too, but that was a pretty crap movie.
"We don't have nearly enough sugar on us to start." She said with a laugh. She brought this in here because this is what she ate on a regular basis, not so she could share with the class. She really loved her sweets, despite her foster parents warning her of cavities. She brushed three times a day, yes she was one of those that brushed her teeth at school after lunch, but she couldn't help it. She ate too much sugar not to. She wasn't going to end up like one of those people in their twenties without teeth. That was just gross. No one wanted to date someone with false teeth.
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