lockdown- School of Horrors (ic thread)
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				Title: <strong>lockdown- School of Horrors (ic thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>azzmeister89</strong> on <strong>03-01-2013, 19:54:08</strong>
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				High school, the four years of every child's life where it can either make you or break you. Your social status, your friends even who your dating, it all adds up to one small yet undeniable fact. Who you are in high school defines what you will go on to do.<br><br>The Jocks, usually not the smartest of the bunch but there overwhelming power and there abilities in sports make them generally teachers favorites, there given chance after chance even when they haven't done any homework for a month, but when the average guy who forgets it once gets detention you know its just because the whole town only cares about there sports.<br><br>Nerds and geeks, the smart kids, the ones who in a few years will actually get jobs that mean they become the jocks boss. Constantly bullied, not appreciated and the center of every jocks jokes which when you look at it, really aren't that funny or there the kids who like games like dungeons and dragons or other hobbies that are deemed "uncool" the point is, these kids are the bottom of the pile.<br><br>artists and musicians, not popular but not targets, these guys have friends in all corners and it all depends on your work and who knows you to your social stand point in any school no matter what form of art you do, pictures, sculptures, music writing, food. Its all good, art is art.<br><br>goths and Emo's, theses kids almost get it as rough as nerds and geeks, either something bad in there life is happening or they just like the style but they dress up in dark clothing, tight jeans and for the most part wear clothing that look like there either vampires or very big KISS fans.<br><br>the popular girls, led generally by the self proclaimed hottest girl of the school who in turn usually dates the star athlete of the school, said couple runs the school and every student in there eyes are either with them, or against them, there is no side lines, the popular girls are the type who truely belive in the bottom of there hearts that they are better then everyone else, there parents are rich and it shows in there expensive yet slutty outfits and the really nice expensive cars that daddy bought them after a tantrum. if your not a star athlete in at least one school or just one of those guys all the girls want, then your not worth there time.<br><br>then there was everyone else the mill of students who in one small way or another fit in with some part of a clique or even several but they all knew. High school defines you and for this small group of ten students it was about to define them in more ways they could possibly imagine.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: lockdown- School of Horrors (ic thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>azzmeister89</strong> on <strong>03-01-2013, 20:28:40</strong>
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				(http://www.hot2me.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/06/Romulo-Pires-587x311.jpg)<br><br>Nate waved for the several hundredth time that day, it was thankfully the last day of school, graduation being only a few days after but still it was the start of the holidays and that was something to be happy about as several of the kids in the lower year groups wished him well in college and a few of the guys in his own class sped by already shouting about parties.<br><br>As always Nate came to school in his usual laid back style clothing, beige colored three quarter length shorts, dark brown leather sandles and a pale blue t-shirt with the words "surfs up" written on the front and "killer wave" written on the back, his surfer style bead necklace sat loosely around his neck and his guitar hung happily on his back.<br><br>He had been a little surprised when a note had been dropped off by a kid he had never seen before in the middle of his lunch. the young boy had handed him the note, silent as a ghost, looked at him with a look that said "i dare you not to read it" and then left. All that had been written was to come to some old classroom on the top floor but wasn't that floor off limits? it was for the most part made up of rooms such as the teachers lounge and private study halls for kids with learning disabilities or for when you had a private tutor, shrugging it off he went up anyway, he had been having a good year, no need to ruin it by not turning up. <br><br>Getting to the class room in question he knocked on the door and peered inside "hello?" empty "huh guess the teacher hasn't arrived yet" he walked in and sat down, bringing his guitar around so he could begin strumming mindlessly whilst he waited. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: lockdown- School of Horrors (ic thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caehlim</strong> on <strong>03-01-2013, 22:41:34</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i425.photobucket.com/albums/pp340/daggeroflath/tumblr_mfatkbW73k1rq1axco1_500_zpsf56e7f89.jpg)</div><strong>Character:</strong> Dyllan<br><strong>Location:</strong> School<br><strong>Panic level:</strong> Blue (Guarded)<br><br>Dyllan was a little nervous about breaking the rules as he went into the off limits area, but there weren't likely to be many people in there today. All the tests and exams were over across the different year levels, and so he didn't think there'd be any tutors in there with students.<br><br>He had a feeling that Brad would be looking for him. It would be Brad's last chance to play any of his games with Dyllan and he had the feeling that if he ran into Brad today, he'd come up with some memorable way of saying goodbye. So it was just easier to hide for a little while before going home. He had brought a copy of the 'lord of the rings: return of the king' book with him, one of mom's old ones not the new movie tie-ins with Viggo Mortensen on the cover. So far he'd kept it safe from being flushed down a toilet, ripped up and put in the bin or thrown onto the roof of the juniors' study annex. Those seemed to be the usual fates of books he brought into school.<br><br>He figured he'd just find a quiet room to hide in up here, read his book for a few hours and head home after everyone else had left. That way everyone would be at their parties and he could get home without running into anyone he'd rather avoid.<br><br>Toward the end of the corridor he found an unlocked room, but it wasn't empty. He could hear some music coming from inside it, maybe it was one of the music students practicing. They usually weren't too bad and he didn't think any of them were friends with Brad. If he hid in here, they probably wouldn't tell Brad where he was hiding.<br><br>He walked into the room and saw Nate, strumming on his guitar. He'd never had much chance to talk to Nate, but the guy seemed okay. Dyllan was a little jealous about how he always seemed so relaxed and chilled out, plus it'd be nice to be able to play an instrument like he did.<br><br>"Is it okay if I stay in here for a bit?" He asked Nate, setting his bag and book down on one of the desks in the room.
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				Title: <strong>Re: lockdown- School of Horrors (ic thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>03-01-2013, 22:59:52</strong>
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				At some point during the day, a note had been slipped into his locker, telling him to come to this old room. How strange, and ominous on this day; and yet, how could he possibly resist? Perhaps it was some fine girl, enamored with his way with words or his dexterousness. Then again, maybe it's the Jock Block wanting to get some final kicks in on him. <br><br>Well, either way, he can't resist the siren call. So, prepared for the worst and expecting the best, he went up to the part of the school where kids typically weren't supposed to go. He carried his book bag with him, full of all his things cleaned out of his locker.&nbsp; he also had four small balls--red, orange, blue, and purple-- which he was juggling with practiced ease.<br><br>As he entered the room from which music came, his lips twitched, and formed into an odd sort of half-smile. "Hola mi amigos. What's happening in here?" He'd ask as he watched them, not even focusing on the juggling, but not breaking his rhythm.<br><br>He'd move to find some place to stand where he could watch them both, and the door as well; this was very strange. Was he in the right room? He didn't think this would be the Jock Block's antics, considering the other two present. "Did anybody else get a weird note?" And this question was asked in a serious tone; the fact he is being serious might very well shock the other boys, because Max is known for his humor, wit, sass, smarm, good looks, good sense of style; pretty much, everything but being serious.<br><br>And speaking of dress... He wore a plain black, long-sleeved t-shirt, black denim pants, black shoes, and a brown bowler hat on his head. The stubble on his chin was starting to turn into a five'o'clock shadow, though it's hard to tell if he skipped shaving, or if his hair just really grows that quickly. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: lockdown- School of Horrors (ic thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Roen</strong> on <strong>03-01-2013, 23:04:15</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/06/Radbrad.jpg)</div>As the boy approached Brad at the dining hall, the buffed up jock quirked his brows, he had no idea how the guy dared even walking by his table. True, the guys were all gone now, leaving him behind to finish texting Stefy, but he alone could take that nerdy little loser and make sure he had an <strong>excruciatingly</strong> bad day. However, from the corner of his blue eyes he 'tot he taw a putty-cat' (and Brad was extremely proud of that 'clever' line)- a teacher monitoring the hall. Only a couple of days until graduation, and he already was under warning and under the threat of summer school. Hell no, Brad had no intention of spending his first summer as a free man in school, especially not without Stefy's ample ass at a comfortable reach… not that he wasn't sure he could find a nice replacement at the summer class… the thought of that made his pants suddenly feel all tight and restraining. "Huh?" He asked as the boy looked at him as if he was waiting for something. A note laid on the cluttered table in front of him. A stupid blink on the blonde's part, as he picked the note up and read it- his greased lips mouthing the words, "Yeah, what about it?" He raised his eyes to the other, but the boy was gone. "For fuck sake, when I get this loser…" he mumbled and picked up his smartphone once again, blinking at the message he was typing in:<br><br><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">'<span style="font-family: courier;" class="bbc_font"><strong>O, ye, I'm gona get u so gooood, bebe, <br>B all wet and shit when I com to getchak;lkejfrvfed</strong></span>'</span><br><br>A big slobber of ketchup soiled the right side of his new phone, the back camera was now completely clogged with the disgusting sauce. Brad blinked, the phone cost a fortune! Not to him, but still! He must have dropped it into that puddle of ketchup when the kid bothered him with his stupid note.<br>Oh, how he wanted to get his hands on that mofo, he only wish the boy had stayed longer so he could recognize him, or maybe get his name from someone. A thick fist banged against the dining hall table, squirting mustered and mayo on Brad's sleeveless wrestling jersey. He widened his eyes, the fucking kid again! That was his favorite sleeveless shirt! How he hated the fact that he had no way of tracking the boy down, he only wished he would be able to notice him around school between then and the end of the day. However, it was then that something miraculous happened, a spark of original thought popped into the teen's hormonally crippled brain… slowly he raised the note to read it once again… <br>The most insidious smile spread across his ridiculously photogenic face. <br><br>Brad didn't care much about the fact that the area was now out of bounds for him, it wouldn't take long enough for anyone to catch him, he'll just find that little joker, break that little joker and use whatever lunch money or any form of cash to treat himself for a good old soft served, and then he'll go and visit Stefy, and there was nothing soft about what he was planning to serve her .The thought made him snicker perversively. <em><strong>Gosh darn it, Bradley! You're so damn clever!</strong></em>. It was when he finally entered the class and noticed the three students sitting there, the homo, the freak and the fucking joker, that he realized just what has&nbsp; happened. He wasn't exactly sure whether he was mad or grateful, he was torn between shouting furiously and laughing like a maniac. He mouth was practically watering, and he didn't think there was anything wrong with that. <em><strong>Animal instinct, Bebe, it's all GOOD!</strong></em><br><br>"<span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">YOU!</span>" his voice roared across the classroom, echoing in a weird way, he pounced forward, "<span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">You disgusting little fairy! thought you could send your freaky little friend to get me, HUH!?</span> Well then, I hope you enjoyed that lame little prank, Linda, cause yer gonna LOL all the way to your FUCKING grave!" As he thundered into the classroom, quickly eliminating the last few feet between himself and Dyllan, he growled like a beast, his big hand quickly closing on the boy's collar as he effortlessly swung him up into midair, holding him there with his feet in the air, while his right arm getting ready for a powerful hook, "<span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">BOY, are you gonna get it now!</span>"
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				Title: <strong>Re: lockdown- School of Horrors (ic thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caehlim</strong> on <strong>04-01-2013, 00:37:40</strong>
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				Dyllan liked Max, sure sometimes he was the butt of his jokes but at least they were usually funny ones. Sometimes he's been mad to the point of tears of frustration at Max but couldn't help undermining himself by laughing right along with everyone else. Still as much as he liked Max's company, the room was starting to get a bit crowded. He wasn't sure that this would be such a good hiding place from... Brad! Damn.<br><br>To make matters worse the jock already seemed furious about something when he came into the room. Dylan flinched as Brad called him a fairy. He hated the rumour at school that he was gay, mostly because he thought it was true. He'd never told anyone, but the way he flinched and mumbled and became tongue tied had maybe not confirmed it, but had become too much fun for people not to use the hated insult.<br><br>He thought about running but it was too late. Brad closed with him and lifted him off the ground. He looked ready to start pounding on him without even getting in a few more insults first. Dyllan started hyperventilating in terror, speaking nervously as he tried to talk his way free.<br><br>"No Brad, please don't. I'm sorry. What did I do?"<br><br>As he dangled there waiting for Brad to hit him, he could only think ' wait there's something wrong with the syntax there'.
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				Title: <strong>Re: lockdown- School of Horrors (ic thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheWizardofOz</strong> on <strong>04-01-2013, 02:23:54</strong>
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				(http://img.thesun.co.uk/multimedia/archive/00370/steve_580_370764a.jpg)<br><br>Paul walked into school on the last day of school the way he always did, in style, wearing a pair of long black pants coupled with a formal black shirt and red tie. He wasn't one to usually dress this well but it wasn't just the last day of the year, but also the last day for him, ever! He walked through the hallways with a smile on his face, back pack on one shoulder. Throughout his walk to the other side of the lockers, his mouth hurt from smiling too much. He was either hi-fiving, fist punching or just saying hi to every third person there, and there were a lot of people. Even though he may be considered somewhat of a geek by some, he liked to make friends with everyone, and succeeded most of the time.<br><br>Once he got to his locker, he looked at his timetable, he nearly forgot he had the first period off. He decided to make use of it and get some study done, just where? He thought as he stood there in front of his open locker with the bell ringing. Then it suddenly hit him that a few rooms were "off-bounds" to students. He laughed at that thought, there were probably a few students there already. He walked towards those set of rooms and jumped over the "No Students" sign, graffiti all over it. He heard some shouting in one of the room and decided to check in out. When he walked in he wasn't really surprised to see Brad there. "I see the party's already started."
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				Title: <strong>Re: lockdown- School of Horrors (ic thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CarnivorousBunny</strong> on <strong>04-01-2013, 04:14:13</strong>
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				<div align="center">(http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y112/shit_brick/Character%20Pix/IRL%20Women/Brunettes%20Western/lost_message_by_LittleFlairsmaller_zps5d9998ad.jpg)<br><strong>Red Wilson</strong><br><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">(a level 25 pixie warlock to some, an eating machine to others, and a geek to most)</span><br>is on <em>the restricted floor</em></div><br>As Red walked out of her classroom she was fully aware it was the last of that class for high school, forever.&nbsp; Absentmindedly she crunched on a homemade apple chip, savoring the classic combination of cinnamon and apple, saying goodbye to classmates for the last time, and thinking of the future.&nbsp; Many of her friends thought it was weird, but Red more that ready to start college right this second and throw herself in to the world of true culinary arts.&nbsp; <br>Before she got too far a classmate of hers ran up to her, calling her name.<br><strong>"What's up?"</strong> Red asked in her usual, sunny manner.&nbsp; As a habit she extended her pack of chips to the girl, who politely declined.&nbsp; Her classmate looked confused and said that some stranger had told her to give Red this note and said it was important, maybe this was one of Red's friends?&nbsp; Red couldn't say and shared in her classmate's confusion.<br>Then she opened the note.&nbsp; Seeing the restricted floor mentioned made her eyes light up.&nbsp; Red was curious, always thirsty for adventure, and had probably red too many shojo mangas, but she wouldn't get any sleep tonight if she let this opportunity pass her by.&nbsp; She was just about to share her enthusiasm with her classmate, but when she looked up the girl was gone.<br>Strange.<br><br>Cautiously, but swiftly, Red made her way up to the instructed classroom.&nbsp; The loose and soft fabric of her oversized tank top fluttered behind her.&nbsp; A bright red tube top flashed from under the oversized openings and her jean shorts were only long enough to peek from under her shirt.&nbsp; <br>Her mood was pretty good, and then she turned in to the classroom.&nbsp; From behind Paul Red could see Dyllan dangling helplessly from Brad's hulk-like arm. She never understood why people needed to pick fights for fun.&nbsp; Honestly, she just wanted everyone to get along, and didn't mind taking a few hits and jabs for the sake of peace, but she didn't like watching helplessly while her friends were pummelled mercilessly.<br><strong>"Hey, what's going on here!"</strong> Red exclaimed, running up to the jock.&nbsp; <strong>"Put him down, Brad!"</strong> Red ordered firmly, looking as intimidating and scary as a scrawny, five foot three girl could be, with her eyes blazing, chin up, and chest out.
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				Title: <strong>Re: lockdown- School of Horrors (ic thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hotaru37</strong> on <strong>04-01-2013, 04:40:49</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TS4ZgTaPUXc/TfdU6A9KFsI/AAAAAAAAFsg/9wPhJ_2PE-A/s1600/Emmy%2BRossum%2B13.jpg)</div><br><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Raye McDuke</strong></span><br><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Goody Goody/Jock</span><br><br>Raye sighed as she threw what was left of her sports things into her backpack including her school swimsuit and cap, her field hockey sweatshirt, and such.&nbsp; She had on her dark girls basketball jacket over her light blue blouse and her curly brown hair was pulled back in messy bun.&nbsp; Her deep brown eyes seemed to be a slight frown of concentration as her pink lips were pressed together as she finally had stuffed everything into her bag.&nbsp; She threw the bag over her shoulder and grabbed the college handbook that she was borrowing from her cousin to get familiar with the rules of the place she had applied too.&nbsp; She brushed at the grass stains on her jean pants before giving up with a roll of her eyes as she made her way to the door of the girls locker in the gym.<br><br>The female basketball player was the only one in the area at the moment and she frowned lightly.&nbsp; She was use to being surrounded by others but Raye knew that being the last day of high school that things would be changing swiftly for her because once she hit college she would be alone unless she made new friends.&nbsp; She knew in a way she had lucked out here being that she was close friends with Brad as they were neighbors but her personality certainly hadn’t won many over friends.&nbsp; No one really liked a goody goody as they always seemed to mess up the rule breakers and troublemakers plans.&nbsp; The only reason she had remained friends with Brad for so long she realized was probably the fact that they had been neighbors for so long and that Brad had learned to ignore when she nagged him about things.&nbsp; <br><br>Changing her line of thought she shook her head and went back to making her way toward the door only to look confused seeing a note with her name taped there to see.&nbsp; She was a little confused as no one knew she was down here and that made her a little nervous but she grabbed the note anyway.&nbsp; After she read the note Raye dropped it like it burned her in shock.&nbsp; <em>Who would ask someone that was like a female version of a hall monitor to go on the restricted floor?&nbsp; Did someone really want to get told off for breaking the rules?</em>&nbsp; Raye was close to thinking about going and getting a teacher but did she really want to get someone in that deep of trouble, maybe it would be better to just go get the person off the floor and tell them off herself.&nbsp; <br><br>Decision made, Raye made her way up to the floor and hearing what sounded commotion from the inside she found a bunch of her fellow students plus Brad in the room and things didn’t look good.&nbsp; Brad had grabbed Dyllan and looked like the quieter boy was about to really get hurt.&nbsp; She wanted to say something, anything…&nbsp; Unsure if he would even listen to her or ignore her advice as usual.&nbsp; Her voice came out soft, unlike her usual voice, “Brad…&nbsp; The teacher’s warnings…”&nbsp; She stood by the door afraid to watch.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: lockdown- School of Horrors (ic thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Roen</strong> on <strong>04-01-2013, 07:19:39</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/6/62/Radbrad3.jpg)</div>As Brad was about to lay the first punch, the little worm decided to speak and beg for mercy, which actually cheered Brad up a bit, it was pretty amusing how after all this time Dyllan still hasn't learned that begging only makes it worse. "You lying piece of shit! I know it was you! Where is that little boyfriend of yours? Did he leave you here alone to get beat up by yourself? Aww." He narrowed his eyes, pulling his fist back for a more powerful momentum…&nbsp; when suddenly that guy, Paul, entered the room. "Eh? What are you doing here?" he turned to look at him, still holding Dyllan about two feet off the floor, "Did that little weasel tried the same fucking joke on you too? DID YE?!" he gave Dyllan a violent shake, while his blue eyes looked around, trying to find a suitable tool for the boy's torture. "Just you wait, Linda, I'll beat the fear of god into ye-"<br><br>At that, that annoying food girl came in and started shouting at him, he blinked at Red, "How many of you are out there? Never you mind, pipe down or I'll have you spanked, Martha." His nostrils grew as he turned his furious gaze back to Dyllan, "That flamboyant little shit ruined my fucking iPhone! –Oh, hey, Raye, nah, don't worry, I've got this -" he blinked at the now crowded room… a bit of a larger crowd than he's used to, and not a fond one at all. "What are you all doing here, anyway? Is there some loser convention coming to town, one of your freaky out-of-Halloween dress-up nerd-fest?" Perhaps he lost his momentum, maybe he wasn't comfortable with so many witnesses in the room or maybe his hand just got tired. Whatever the reason was, Brad tossed Dyllan to the floor, wiping his hands on his light blue jeans. He was disappointed, of course, he's been planning Dyllan's goodbye present for quite a while now, and it seemed like scrawny little fucker was about to get away with it.<br><br>"Talk, asshole, what's the big plan?" He asked as he loosened his red and white letterman jacket from around his waists, wearing it once again, "Why did you and your league of losers invite all of us here? Do you think you could take us on? Is it one of those 'revenge of the nerds' fantasy games?" He scoffed, turning to look at Max, and then at Red and Nate, "Bring it, Baby." He wished he had his sunglasses for a better dramatic effect, but Stefy had those, she was supposed to return them today.
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				Title: <strong>Re: lockdown- School of Horrors (ic thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>04-01-2013, 07:33:35</strong>
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				"Road rage! Roid rage! Roid rage!" he jeered, mocking the jock&nbsp; "Hey, Brad, did you know steroids will leave you unable to perform in the bedroom? Is that why you're so angry all the time? Leave the kid alone." Max would call out, his juggling act being entirely unaffected, as he maintained his composure; muscle memory and a steady rhythm allowing him to pay more attention to the about-to-be-a-fight than what he was doing with no difficulty.<br><br>"And you leave Red alone. After all, it's only <em>after</em> you're famous that you can get away with beating women. And you? You're not famous at all. Going to jail for assault and battery would be an amazing way to start your football career, wouldn't it?" The theater geek poured on the threats, knowing full well that he could outmaneuver the bully if he needed to. <br><br>"As for why I'm here, I got a note in my locker, and I was half-expecting you and your boyfriends to be here, Brad, looking to get a few last punches in. Didn't realize you were actually able to work solo."OH god, is Max insane? He's still pouring on the fuel. Maybe he wanted Brad to hit him, just so Max could fuck over his life by pressing charges. <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: lockdown- School of Horrors (ic thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caehlim</strong> on <strong>04-01-2013, 08:37:50</strong>
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				Dyllan didn't know what Brad was talking about, but he was obviously mad as hell and looking to dish out some payback. If only Brad would listen maybe he could explain. <br><br>"I don't have a boyfriend. Um, well yeah... I'm not gay. I'm sorry your phone got damaged but it's not my fault. Please don't hit me."<br><br>He didn't think Brad was listening and waited for the hit to land. This was going to hurt. Abruptly though other people started coming to his defence and Brad paused. Then he got thrown to the ground. He landed with a painful thump but it didn't hurt as bad as Brad's fist would have. He stayed where he landed, perfectly still. Hoping not to draw Brad's attention back to him. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: lockdown- School of Horrors (ic thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AribethAmkiir</strong> on <strong>04-01-2013, 09:45:13</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1087.photobucket.com/albums/j480/Erion2451/emma-roberts-empire-state.jpg)</div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 16pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong> Jessica Thomas</strong></span><br><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">Popular/Preppy</span></div><br>Jess mentally counted as the last few seconds of her high school career ticked by.&nbsp; It marked an end of an era, and the beginning of something so much better.&nbsp; Three months from now she'd be gone.&nbsp; This little town and tiny school would be but a singular footnote in her life.&nbsp; Sure it was a bit bitter sweet.&nbsp; The end of any dynasty always was.<br><br>High school had been child's play.&nbsp; She'd managed to graduate with a 3.2 cumulative grade point, an interesting fact that not even her "best" friend knew.&nbsp; Considering almost all of the best parties over the last two years had been at her father's lake house, very few people who knew her would believe she was capable of the grade-point, and they'd be right.&nbsp; She hadn't done it all on her own.&nbsp; The "nerds" and "geek squad" had probably earned most of her grades, but she had all the teachers fooled, including the principle who had praised her on a nearly daily basis this year.&nbsp; Between that GPA and her extracurriculars, Jess had been given a scholarship to the University of Syracuse.&nbsp; A northeastern party school, but one respectable enough on any future job application or to any mother of a stunningly handsome, incredibly wealthy, lawyer or doctor.<br><br>Jess didn't plan on being a trophy wife, even if she planned on having a trophy husband.&nbsp; No, Stef was the arm candy and would likely never be anything more.&nbsp; Jess' "best" friend was beautiful, no question, and smart too.&nbsp; Though that was sometimes debatable.&nbsp; Especially since Stef allowed that neanderthal Brad to have his way with her.&nbsp; Which unquestionably included letting him fuck her brains out on a bi-daily basis.&nbsp; How they both hadn't contracted a number of STDs was something Jessica tried not to think about.<br><br>Sure, getting laid in the foreseeable future was on Jessica's list of things to do, especially with graduation and the weekend of partying that would definitely follow.&nbsp; She just had standards.&nbsp; Standards that didn't include idiotic, jocks whose dicks had likely shrunk due to their use of steroids.&nbsp; Her sights were usually on more mature men who had some sophistication.&nbsp; There were maybe three high school guys she'd thoroughly consider being with, but otherwise this school and town were filled with men who'd likely make less than seventy thousand a year for their entire lives.&nbsp; Men who were simply not worth her time.<br><br>Though, outside of summer flings she really didn't have time for guys.&nbsp; Her responsibilities had allowed her to comfortably run the school.&nbsp; Brad and Stef were undoubtedly the power couple, but she had been the one in all the positions to make the big differences.&nbsp; Their class would be remembered due to her diligence.&nbsp; She'd been the one to navigate the jocks and nerds; theater geeks and misfits; the potheads and the tattle-tales.&nbsp; They would've destroyed this school's spirit and morale long ago without her at the reins.&nbsp; She was beloved by many of her fellow classmates and those who didn't like her weren't worth anyone's time to notice.&nbsp; She idly wondered if college would be any different.<br><br>Jess sat on the corner of her English teacher's desk and waited for Mrs. Whetmore, the Terror, to finish editing her speech for the graduation ceremony.&nbsp; It was a simple statement to Jess' control over the faculty and school that she had the most hated English teacher fawning over a speech she had ripped off from an online site.&nbsp; Speaking in public wasn't scary.&nbsp; It helped that she knew she could manipulate almost everyone she was talking to, but she also seemed to have an innate talent for it.&nbsp; She just hoped she could upstage their class's valedictorian.&nbsp; She never did like the nerd even if she had kept that secret well guarded.&nbsp; There was just something about people who were insufferably intelligent that irked and irritated Jessica.&nbsp; She'd found a way to use their brains for her benefit though which made being superficially nice to them easier.<br><br>As she waited for Mrs. Whetmore to finish reading the two page speech, Jess checked her phone.&nbsp; She'd never once gotten in trouble for texting in class, no matter how obvious she'd been.&nbsp; It helped that she'd always had the excuse of "school business" ready.&nbsp; <br><br>Dad had promised to have three kegs and a fully stocked bar for the weekend and he was currently at the local Chevy dealer buying her graduation present.&nbsp; Her mom, and her mom's boyfriend, were planning something though they were much more secretive than her father.&nbsp; Likely why mother dearest had cuckolded dad for four years.&nbsp; The divorce, a nasty, public affair, had taught Jessica how meaningless marriage and relationships were.&nbsp; It was simpler to get what you want and then part ways.&nbsp; That's why she would marry someone with a ton of money.<br><br>The next text was an interesting one.&nbsp; Not as good as knowing she'd get the car she wanted, but interesting in that there seemed to be a surprise for her in the restricted area.&nbsp; She'd been through there once, in the principle's company.&nbsp; Something had happened in those classrooms, the principle hadn't gone into detail, but in Jessica's opinion, the rooms hadn't been all that creepy or special.&nbsp; Just filthy.<br><br><strong>"This looks excellent, Jessica,"</strong> came the expected praise from The Terror.&nbsp; Jessica turned with a winning smile to the English teacher, <strong>"thanks.&nbsp; I couldn't have done it without you,"</strong> she lied.&nbsp; Followed by another.&nbsp; <strong>"I'm going to really miss this place."</strong><br><br>A few more lies and a heavy sigh and Jessica had The Terror in tears.&nbsp; Max and his theater pals only wished they could act half as well.&nbsp; She wondered if the goof was planning any senior pranks.&nbsp; Depending on what it was, she might want in on it or might desperately need to give him something better.&nbsp; It was a good thing she'd been watching MTV's <em>Pranks Gone Wrong[/i[.&nbsp; If that didn't work she could always convince Brad and the jocks to run interference.&nbsp; She'd simply tell Brad that Max was planning to steal one of his trophies.<br><br>She shot a text to Stef, ~Parties a GO~ and knew her "best" friend would take it from there.<br><br>All that was left to do was to check out the surprise and then head home, gush over her new car, tell her dad how wonderful he was, and find a suitable, fuckable, summer fling.&nbsp; High school, it was too easy.</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: lockdown- School of Horrors (ic thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>azzmeister89</strong> on <strong>04-01-2013, 11:35:32</strong>
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				Nate hadn't stopped playing his Guitar when Dyllan came in but simply looked up with a small smile "hey buddy, sure take a seat" he liked Dyllan, despite the rumors of him being Gay the kid was pretty cool, he was quiet most of the time and kept to himself. What Nate liked to call "nice and mellow" he didn't stop when Max came in either, another misunderstood kid in the school, he was funny at times but could get a little annoying, he would have been the perfect comic if he just knew when to rein it in.<br><br>Brad's entrance however had to self admittedly sweet tune come to an abrupt end as he stormed in fists of fury style and hoisted Dyllan up into the air, Nate would have jumped to stop him but before he could say anything Red was there and Raye too, the female jock seemed to calm him down a little but not enough to stop him. Placing his Guitar on the table he took three steps until he was standing in front of Brad, his normally smiling face more serious then he would have liked "Back of Brad, the kid didn't do anything, i got a note to come here too, i'm sure this is nothing to do with him" he glanced at Dyllan then "you ok?" he looked back at Brad "just try anything with me, i'm fairly sure you haven't fought someone who could stand up for them selves in a while" <br><br>It was true, Brad was probably stronger then him, a lot stronger but Nate didn't neglect his body, he exercised and kept in shape enough that he was confident in holding his own against Brad.
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				Title: <strong>Re: lockdown- School of Horrors (ic thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caehlim</strong> on <strong>04-01-2013, 13:36:18</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i425.photobucket.com/albums/pp340/daggeroflath/dyllansmall_zps351171d4.jpg)<br><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Dyllan</strong></span><br><strong>The Room</strong></div></div>Brad had been picking on Dyllan for years. By this point, Dyllan was so well trained that Brad could have him shaking in his boots with the right look. Years and no one had done anything. Sure occasionally someone had done as much as Raye was doing now and murmured some protest from a distance, but they'd never actually done anything.<br><br>Now on the last day of school, not one but three people were standing up for him. He could almost cry, whether in relief, gratitude, despair at it coming so late or just sheer abject humiliation he wasn't quite sure. He watched as Red, Max and Nate all stood in front of the bully and ran interference to help him. <br><br>It seemed as though he should be doing something, this whole fight was about him. Maybe he should stand up and join them in confronting his tormentor, but he couldn't bring himself to do it. Instead he tucked his knees up in front of him and hugged his legs, watching the drama in terror. <br><br>He wasn't going to cry damnit. Tears were for bullies like blood in the water was for sharks. He tried to breathe and managed short shocky gasps. He felt like such a coward, and knew that Brad would be telling people how he'd hidden behind a girl.<br><br>He couldn't watch anymore and pressed his head down on top his knees with his eyes shut. He swore under his breath, at least as much as he ever did. "Damn it." He could feel wet tears on his face.
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				Title: <strong>Re: lockdown- School of Horrors (ic thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hotaru37</strong> on <strong>04-01-2013, 14:09:16</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TS4ZgTaPUXc/TfdU6A9KFsI/AAAAAAAAFsg/9wPhJ_2PE-A/s1600/Emmy%2BRossum%2B13.jpg)</div><br><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Raye McDuke</strong></span><br><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Goody Goody/Jock</span><br><br>Raye frowned slightly as it seemed that as usual Brad was going to ignore her warning, she figured as much for the fact that it had happened many times before so she just sighed.&nbsp; She watched though as Brad seemed to take in all the extra people in the room and for whatever reason let Dyllan go, she knew if had just been her in the room with the two of them it wouldn’t have stopped Brad.&nbsp; She heard the others in the room yelling at Brad but at the moment that didn’t concern her if what some of them had been saying was true, most of them seemed to have gotten a note telling them to come here.&nbsp; Her rule breaking radar was going off signaling something was far from being right and quickly crossed the room to where Brad was standing.&nbsp; She handed him her own note that she had found taped to the gym door.&nbsp; “You are not the only one to get a note.&nbsp; And who in the right mind would ask me to come up here unless they wanted to get an earful?” <br><br>It sounded like Raye was getting ready to let the whole group have it about rule breaking and the fact that they should all leave immediately.&nbsp; The tone her voice was the signal, for when she was going into that mode it got more of a snobbish wave to it and she would probably lecture until they were all old and gray.&nbsp; Despite being a jock, she was a non believer in breaking school rules and she let people know it daily.&nbsp; It didn’t seem to matter anymore what the others were saying as she was about to let loose on everyone.
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				Title: <strong>Re: lockdown- School of Horrors (ic thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CarnivorousBunny</strong> on <strong>04-01-2013, 14:13:02</strong>
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				<div align="center">(http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y112/shit_brick/Character%20Pix/IRL%20Women/Brunettes%20Western/lost_message_by_LittleFlairsmaller_zps5d9998ad.jpg)<br><strong>Red Wilson</strong><br><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">(a level 25 pixie warlock to some, an eating machine to others, and a geek to most)</span><br>is on <em>the restricted floor</em></div><br>At Brad's threat Red's eyes narrowed, and she didn't budge until he threw Dyllan on to the ground.&nbsp; Only then did she notice her heart was racing and her hands were shaking.&nbsp; <br>Whether or not it was brought on by adrenaline or fear didn't matter, she and the others had managed to get Brad off Dyllan...for now.&nbsp; After shooting Brad another dirty look she moved over to the geek on the ground.<br><strong>"Geeze, he didn't hit you yet did he?"</strong> Red asked.&nbsp; He looked so frightened, like a shivering little bunny.&nbsp; If Red were a girl from a shojo manga this would be the moment when her eyes became all googly and sparkly and some dramatic scene was made by lots of hashing and tones, and she would have a dramatic inner monologue about how she needed to protect this delicate and pretty boy.<br>But this was real life and all that really happened was that she gave the poor boy a goofy grin.<br><br>She could already hear Max pilling on the insults needlessly, but decided not to say anything this time.&nbsp; Red had asked him if he could tone it down during inappropriate times like this, but she knew she couldn't stop him.&nbsp; Instead she just gave him a friendly nod as a greeting.<br><strong>"Max and I didn't invite you here, Brad."</strong> Red said, her tone implying that the very idea was ridiculous.&nbsp; Everyone knew she had better things to do with her time, like fix her MTG deck. <strong>"Same as you, I got a mysterious letter from someone."</strong><br>Turning back to Dyllan to help him up, she noticed he had suddenly balled up on the floor.&nbsp; <br><br><strong>"Oh god, are you okay?"</strong> Red asked as she kneeled next to him, her tone of urgency almost ruling over worry.&nbsp; <strong>"Are you hurt?"</strong>&nbsp; She barely even noticed Raye come in and hand Brad her note.
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				Title: <strong>Re: lockdown- School of Horrors (ic thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Roen</strong> on <strong>04-01-2013, 15:31:00</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/d2/Radbrad4.jpg)</div>Completely ignoring Max, sticking to his general rule of thumb regarding that sneaky little clown, Brad looked around him. One by one, the geekiest and most pathetic individuals of this highs school kingdom gathered around Brad, making bold threats and demands, showing their newly found backbones. To be honest, it almost made the Jock laugh, he had not a single doubt that he could mess them up real good, even as a group- some of them could probably hold their own, but they wouldn't be able to hold it for long, and it wasn't because was stronger than most of them, at least not solely because of that, it was more due to his fighting nature, his animalistic, uninhibited and unstoppable fighting nature, which made him into the ruthless and undefeated wrestler his opponents from the other school learned to know and fear. Even on the field, Brad was like a twenty tons truck going on a hundred miles an hour, no matter how many beatings and crushing tackles he would get, he couldn't be stopped once he got deep into it. Once he even got piled up by a bunch of smartass players from the opposing team, just to throw three of them off of him and renew his stampede towards the goal. The looks on their faces, just as he won his team yet another game, was priceless… so was the look on his coach's face, only after he realized that one was due to the broken bone that was sharply sticking out of his bleeding knee. Ah, the good old days, he will sure miss them. <br><br>"What, you're all growing spines now, thinking you're untouchable just cause school time is over?" He scoffed at those around him, looking primarily at that greasy haired pothead, Nate, "BACK OFF!" he barked at him, letting out a short and mean spirited laughter. He then turned to look at Red, ignoring the other guy. Her defiance didn't really angered him, to be honest, the whole scary look on her face, with her fists clenched and her chest all prompt forward like a fierce little chicken, all of that attitude in such a deliciously tiny body… Brad wanted to take her right there and then, just bang the little geek's brains out and make her squeal; much like Stefy had done during their countless lustful encounters. He then suddenly remembered how five years ago, when he was just a wide eyed little freshman. He was hopelessly crushed over Red, thinking she was the coolest thing he had ever seen, and was spent weeks pinning over her, trying to gather the courage to ask her out- only Raye knew about that. However, things changed, because then came the football team, the track team, the wrestling and lacrosse team, and then came the fame and school wide admiration, followed by Stefy… But he always had a soft spot for that pretty little firecracker; Stefy must have picked up on that, since she became especially vicious while dealing with Red. He was about to make a clever comment, say something funny, just to see her smile- or better yet, even more furious- when he heard Dyllan sobbing behind him.<br><br>Brad turned around, narrowing his eyes as the little weakling curled up into a human ball, and boy, did he want to kick him for that. Dyllan might have been a nerdy little smartass, but he was wrong about one thing, tears weren't like blood in the waters for Brad, they just made him extraordinarily furious. He couldn't stand it, not the tears, not the sobs, not the disgustingly submissive posture. Brad wasn't sure why, but every time he saw a victim of him crying, that only made him more eager to hurt him. To be honest, he was sort of disappointed with Dyllan, even felt betrayed in some way, he was always under the impression they had this unspoken agreement between them: No blood, No tears. Looking down to his right fist, it did occur to him that he might have broken his side of the bargain. It was slightly possible he had gone too far too fast this time, no wonder these backless worms all raised their ugly little heads. He truly wondered if those idiots thought they were actually helping Dyllan with this ridiculous spectacle of protective solidarity. "Ye're really a worthless little bitch, ain'cha?" He looked down at Dyllan with disgust. "Fuck this shit." He turned around, shoving Nate and Red out of his way, "Yeah, you can have him, see if you can find something to do with his useless self, maybe mop the floor while he's down there, it's filthy." <br><br>He walked over to stand beside Raye, cracking his knuckles restlessly, she could hear him grind his teeth repeatedly, she probably knew why. He couldn't care less, and as Red went to help Dyllan up, another thought broke through that thick skull of his, "By the way, if that weepy little girl there wasn't the one to trick all of you to come here, then how bout he shows us the note he got?" He didn't look at Dyllan, he refused to, "Come on, Lynda, show us the note, prove you had nothing to do with this." He looked at the wall, grinding his pearly whites some more. They are all going to pay for ruining Dyllan and his quality time. <em><strong>I'll get you for this, Max. I'll get you for this, Red. Nate… maybe if you take a shower first, or… like… ten.</strong></em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: lockdown- School of Horrors (ic thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caehlim</strong> on <strong>04-01-2013, 15:40:04</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i425.photobucket.com/albums/pp340/daggeroflath/dyllansmall_zps351171d4.jpg)<br><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Dyllan</strong></span><br><strong>The Room</strong></div></div>It sounded as though some of the tension was going out of the brewing fight. Brad wasn't still shouting, though Dyllan knew from experience that sometimes it could take a bit of time for him to build up enough posturing to really be ready to bellow. Dyllan heard Red's voice as she left the confrontation and came nearer to him.<br><br>Oh god, he thought, she's going to see me crying. Dyllan didn't want to embarrass himself in front of Red, she was one of the few people at the school who he saw as an actual friend. Gifts of food from her had seen him through tough days when Brad or one of the other bullies had taken his money away from him. They'd even played magic together a few times, though Dyllan had gotten bored of the game once he figured out the underlying mathematical patterns.<br><br>So he wiped his face with his hands and brushed them through his hair to hide the tears. It was a completely ineffectual attempt and his reddened eyes were still quite obvious, but he raised his head and looked over to her. His voice was barely a whisper, trying not to let Brad hear him over Max's almost sung insults and Rayes indignant defense of school rules.<br>"I'm okay, just a little shaken up. He caught me by surprise, I thought I'd be safe in here."
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				Title: <strong>Re: lockdown- School of Horrors (ic thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>04-01-2013, 15:52:13</strong>
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				"Oh, my dear Brad. The Marquis De Sade would be so <em>proud</em> of you!" he said with the typical amount of sarcasm he used when he was berating someone, even though his words were chosen as if to praise; it was anything but. <br><br>"As for why <strong>I</strong> am feeling so high and mighty, it's because I got accepted to Carnegie Mellon University's&nbsp; theater department, with a half scholarship, and a good chance to earn the other half.&nbsp; They liked my 3.8 GPA and the impromptu show I put on while touring. So, with scholarship, That's fourty 'kay a year. A hundred and sixty total, as I know you suck with math. Meanwhile, my smartphone, unlike yours, happens to be working quite nicely, so if you act up, I get video evidence of it easily. And then guess what? It's off to<em> La Policia</em>, and then you're off to jail, you lose your scholarship, and you lose any future you could possibly have. I have the high ground, boyo." These words were delivered in a much more sincere fashion. <br><br>"You're an adult now, you're gonna have to start thinking with your brain, <em>Bradley</em>." And still, the juggler juggles the four brightly colored balls, his stride never once breaking, even as he continued to harass Brad. "C'mon, Red, Dyllan--Raye, if you don't whip us with your words, you can come too--I want ice cream and I'm feeling generous." Already, the sense of wonder and adventure that had been aroused in him by the mysterious note was wearing thin; to be fair, brad's usual roid-raging also had a lot to do with it, because for all his talk, he'd rather their not be any beatings on this day. <br><br>"Also, I am seriously about to break a record here. Almost four minutes, and I had three doors to open with my feet, and a flight of stairs. Haven't dropped a ball yet." All of a sudden, subject change! And tonal change, too. Now he's back to being his usually bright and cheery self, practically radiating these warm, sweet vibes that endeared him to many; though the shock of his rapid changes might also throw some people off.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: lockdown- School of Horrors (ic thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caehlim</strong> on <strong>04-01-2013, 15:55:14</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i425.photobucket.com/albums/pp340/daggeroflath/dyllansmall_zps351171d4.jpg)<br><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Dyllan</strong></span><br><strong>The Room</strong></div></div>Dyllan had hoped that he had escaped Brad's attention, but he'd forgotten how single-minded the jock could be. It turned out that his momentary silence had just been time for him to think, and just because he wasn't very practiced at it, didn't mean that he wasn't able to think. In moments he had switched his strategy from outright physicality to dominating the room with the sheer force of his presence.<br><br>Dyllan wondered how he could have been so stupid. He knew Brad, probably better than anyone else there. He knew each tone of voice and exactly what danger signs they represented and he knew just how varied Brad could be. Just because it was the last day of school and because someone had finally taken his side didn't mean that Brad couldn't find a hundred ways to make his life miserable.<br><br>His tears hadn't just been at the fear of Brad's planned beating, they had been at how his hopes had been crushed that he had somehow endured long enough to finally escape Brad and this lousy high school. For a few wonderful minutes he had thought he would never see Brad again.<br><br>He looked up, sniffed once to clear his nose and tried to pretend that he hadn't been crying. He got his voice back into his normal, fairly squeaky, register and responded to Brad's question.<br><br>"Uh, what? I don't get it, what notes are you all talking about?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: lockdown- School of Horrors (ic thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>mj2002</strong> on <strong>04-01-2013, 17:09:55</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/HqZjq.jpg)<br><div style="text-align: right;">Stefy&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <br></div></div><br>"<strong>Watch where you're going, you stupid brat!</strong>", Stefy snapped at a younger student whom she had just walked into. She had been reading messages on her phone, another one from Brad of course, and had not been paying attention where she was going. Of course, the younger kid had to take the blame for the incident, but the boy was smart enough to get out of her way quickly and take off. A wise decision, since Stefy had been known to lash out rather cruelly. She watched the kid run off in haste and then chuckled with disdain. "That's right, you better run", she said to herself as she went on her way.<br><br>She'd just been in a study counselling meeting with one of her class' mentors, to talk about her future beyond high school. She had dressed up conservatively for a change, very calculating about how she proceeded with the people that might have a thing or two to say about what college she'd be going to next. With her two piece satin suit (http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/4163dS3ILpL.jpg), she could easily pass for being halfway in her twenties if she'd wanted to. It was definitely not her usual attire, but when there were gains to be had of this much importance, Stefy would stray from her usual gear and change things up a bit.<br><br>Making her way to the girl's bathroom, she took her makeup set out of her handbag and touched her face up a little. Through the mirror, she saw a girl she hadn't seen in school before emerge from one of the bathroom stalls and head straight for her. She left a note and disappeared before Stefy could protest or cuss at her. "<strong>What is it with these little bitches today</strong>", she said aloud. "Who the hell do they think they are." She looked at the note and read it, frowning at the seemingly irrelevant contents which were probably meant for someone else. She had no idea why she should even bother going there in the first place. Her time was valuable and she had better things to do than to go up a few floors to the out-of-bounds area, most likely the place of some meeting of high school losers who would sob about their misfortunes. <br><br>She threw the note into the waste bin and instantly forgot about it. She decided she'd seen enough of this damn school for today and made her way through the hallways towards the exit. She was just about to reach to the keys of her BMW convertible when another girl bumped into her, seemingly not by accident. Stefy's face became red with anger as she didn't hesitate to smack the poor girl right in the face without warning. "<strong>Look where you're going you stupid little bitch!</strong>", she yelled as the girl stumbled backwards. The small girl turned around and ran off. A small note had fallen where the two had collided. Stefy picked it up and much to her astonishment it said the precise same thing as the earlier one. Hesitantly, she turned around and made her way upstairs. Having arrived at the room mentioned in the mystery note, she opened the door and looked inside. <br><br>"<strong>Brad? What the hell are you doing here with all these scrubs?</strong>"
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				Title: <strong>Re: lockdown- School of Horrors (ic thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hotaru37</strong> on <strong>04-01-2013, 17:47:06</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TS4ZgTaPUXc/TfdU6A9KFsI/AAAAAAAAFsg/9wPhJ_2PE-A/s1600/Emmy%2BRossum%2B13.jpg)</div><br><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Raye McDuke</strong></span><br><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Goody Goody/Jock</span><br><br>Raye didn’t notice when Red went to check on Dyllan, her eyes on the extremely angry Brad, his tone even making her flinch knowing if things would go much farther she knew things would be beyond anyway for her to try and control.&nbsp; She crossed her arms turning her head slightly figuring as Red stood up to Brad what he was thinking and pressed her lips into a thin line also remembering when they first entered high school.&nbsp; The time she spent trying to Brad to talk to Red and in the end as time went on Stefy was the one that he ended up with, but she like Stefy knew that Brad still had that soft spot for Red.&nbsp; While Raye tried to cover up for Brad Stefy had still figured it out and now was horrible to the other girl.&nbsp; She watched as Brad lay into Dyllan when he realized the other boy had been pushed to the point of crying, she wanted to say something but didn’t want Brad biting her head off too just in case.&nbsp; <br><br>When Brad came to stand beside her while cracking his knuckles and grinding his teeth and she definitely knew why.&nbsp; Raye laid a hand on his forearm.&nbsp; “Calm down..”&nbsp; She spoke in a low voice that the others couldn’t hear.&nbsp; “Please…”&nbsp; Raye rarely said please so she hoped that would gain his attention.&nbsp; Her rant of the school rules done from the moment as she tried to calm the football player enough to make sure things would not turn worse than what they already were.&nbsp; She noted out of the corner of her eye Red checking on Dyllan and hoped that soon they could everyone out of the room and out of the line of fire of each other, the sooner the better.&nbsp; Then she had to bite her lips hearing Max’s voice come from the other part of the room taunting Brad again and for the billionth time this year wondered if the guy had all his marbles.<br><br>Sure the guy was kind of cute and she had to hide her laughter at some of the things he did, but this really wasn’t the time when she was trying to calm Brad down.&nbsp; She turned her eyes toward him for a moment watching as he juggled the balls he was throwing with ease almost jolting when he spoke her name.&nbsp; He was offering her ice cream if she would forget about the rules for a while and shut up and a frown crossed her face torn between staying with Brad and the delicious of ice cream.&nbsp; Of course she would never just leave her friend she had been loyal too long for that, but the fact that Max knew her greatest weakness for ice cream made things a lot worse.&nbsp; She was never sure how he found out but it seemed every time she started to rant on him really bad and he mentioned ice cream, her rants when out the window.<br><br>Her inner debate stopped though as his tone changed and he became his more cheery bright self making her physically shake her head.&nbsp; “And I thought I had mood swings…”&nbsp; She muttered to herself.&nbsp; Then she heard Dyllan ask what they meant about notes and she frowned again knowing instinctively that would not go over well with Brad.&nbsp; She didn’t have time to answer hearing Stefy’s voice behind everyone at the door and immediately moved her calming hand from Brad’s arm not wanting the other girl to get the wrong impression.&nbsp; She crossed her arms again watching things with more alert eyes unsure where all of this was going for having all these people in one room and things would explode.&nbsp; “Let’s just all get out of here, huh?!”&nbsp; She said loudly enough for everyone to hear trying to be the voice of reason.
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				Title: <strong>Re: lockdown- School of Horrors (ic thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caehlim</strong> on <strong>04-01-2013, 18:24:50</strong>
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				Dyllan wanted nothing more than to leave the room and not look back, but one of the first things he'd learned when dealing with Brad was that he wasn't done with you until he decided. The first time he'd tried to ignore Brad, had been the time he was pinned to the table by a strong forearm and "dared" to drink the sodas of everyone at the table. The other jocks had poured the drinks into his mouth and been none to careful about how much got over his clothes. Naturally one of them accidentally spilled it on the front of his pants, teasing him for the next few weeks about wetting himself. Afterwards he'd staggered to the bathroom and thrown up, the sickly sweet soda which his mum didn't let him drink churning his stomach. Brad had guessed where he'd be and when he emerged from the bathroom he'd found the jock waiting for him. That's when the jock had warned him off being away sick the next day.<br><br>He'd learned his lesson and would wait until Brad himself forgot about tormenting him or got bored or went off with his girlfriend... whatever. <br><br>Still he hoped that Raye might persuade Brad and Stefy to leave with her and he could head off with the others He wasn't allowed to eat icecream, but the idea of hanging out with just Max, Nate and Red seemed much more appealing. Maybe they'd have some frozen yoghurt at whatever store they went to as well.
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				Title: <strong>Re: lockdown- School of Horrors (ic thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CarnivorousBunny</strong> on <strong>04-01-2013, 18:28:02</strong>
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				<div align="center">(http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y112/shit_brick/Character%20Pix/IRL%20Women/Brunettes%20Western/lost_message_by_LittleFlairsmaller_zps5d9998ad.jpg)<br><strong>Red Wilson</strong><br><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">(a level 25 pixie warlock to some, an eating machine to others, and a geek to most)</span><br>is in <em>the restricted classroom</em></div><br>Red simply let Brad's shove and the threats roll right off her back.&nbsp; She gave Nate a look telling him that he needn't worry about it either.&nbsp; This jock was not going to have power over her and her friends anymore.&nbsp; As she watched him fling his weight around, Red vaguely remembered there was a brief time before popularity and 'the devil' took Brad.&nbsp; He was quiet, but hadn't seemed like a bad guy at all.&nbsp; In passing she had thought he was kind of cute in a clumsy way, but that was now in a galaxy far, far away.&nbsp; Ever since Brad punched his first geek, any attraction she may have felt for him had gone straight in to the pooper, and he was blacklisted for life.<br><br>Turning to Dyllan, she made a face at his reaction to the notes.&nbsp; Safe in this room?<br>But before she could speculate any further her thoughts were drowned out by Max's sudden speech.&nbsp; She wasn't surprised that her fellow goof had gotten much higher than her despite their equal amounts of loafing, his GPA was significantly higher than her own 3.2.&nbsp; And he was such a showoff, but his wit was something Red always admired (even if his powers were used for evil).&nbsp; &nbsp;Everyone thought he was as mad as a hatter, but most of the best people are. <br>It was such a shame that they would end up parting ways after summer.&nbsp; She hadn't said anything, but Max may be the person she missed the most when they went off to college.<br>Yet in this moment as Max kept talking, Red couldn't help but want to strangle him.&nbsp; Brad was almost ready to let them off the hook for now, and for Dyllan's sake that was a great thing, but this joker just couldn't stop.&nbsp; Red could practically see the smoke coming out from Brad's ears.<br><br>Then Dyllan confirmed he had no note.&nbsp; Red prayed to the moon that Brad had not heard that and jumped on to Max's shenanigans in an attempt to distract Brad.<br><strong>"Yes, yes, we're all very happy you know how to play with your balls."</strong> Red said to Max, deadpan with eye contact.&nbsp; Despite her tone, she was honestly relieved for the subject change and opening to leave the room without any bloodshed. <strong>"I also know how to make ice-cream, you guys could come over and it'll be free.&nbsp; It's only going to be one flavour, but it'll be much richer than a lot of the store bought kind."</strong> Red offered, even shooting a cautious, but receptive look to Raye.&nbsp; Red had no real problems with Raye, other than questionable taste in friends. <br><br>Just as Red's mood was changing for the better, she heard the voice of evil.&nbsp; She whipped her head in Stefy's direction and had to use all of her self-control to stop herself from literally hissing at the devil at the doorway.&nbsp; To keep herself from saying anything that could spark more conflict Red took out a candy-bar.&nbsp; With gusto she ripped off a good chunk of it's head and savoured the caramel slathered, nutty innards.
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				Title: <strong>Re: lockdown- School of Horrors (ic thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>azzmeister89</strong> on <strong>04-01-2013, 18:52:38</strong>
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				Nate didn't move from his spot, the way things were at that time if Brad wanted to hit anyone then he would have to be his first target, there was no way he would let the oversized ape hit a girl and using Dyllan or max as punching bags was practically criminal, As Brad shoved him he was about to shove back but the look from Red stopped him normally he kept out of this kind of thing, there were always to many of the jocks friends around to start anything, but now he was on his own, Raye would most likely not want to get involved, she was smart enough to keep out of Brad's way in a fight and could probably tell before Brad could when he was going to snap, Stefy who had just come in would be even less likely to do anything, just stand and scream at her idiot boyfriend about how he would get a good fuck if he won. <br><br>So just him and Brad, max might try and help but he was a theater geek, more drama then action and it was unlikely that Dyllan or Paul would step in. Nate's expression was uncharacteristically stern, he was done taking Brad's shit, not that he was ever bullied much himself, and without his jock gang to back him up he was coming out of it just as hurt as Nate would however he didn't say anything, it was better to let the guy calm down more but he stayed ready, just in case.
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				Title: <strong>Re: lockdown- School of Horrors (ic thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AribethAmkiir</strong> on <strong>04-01-2013, 19:22:24</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1087.photobucket.com/albums/j480/Erion2451/emma-roberts-empire-state.jpg)</div><br>A lot of voices were echoing from the room she was approaching.&nbsp; Some sounded angry, others just sounded annoying.&nbsp; She had seen Stef enter as Jessica had crested the stairs which made her weary of just what was within the room ahead.&nbsp; She momentarily thought about waiting for Stef and everyone else to exit the room, but she decided to enter.<br><br>What lie within was a peculiar sight.&nbsp; It seemed like the heads of different cliques had all decided to converge in one spot.&nbsp; Odd, but not unheard of.&nbsp; Blue eyes quickly took in the setting, read the tension and body language.<br><br><strong>"Hey, guys.&nbsp; What's going on?"</strong> She looked at Brad and Stef first, then Raye and Paul, Max, Nate, Red, and finally Dyllan.<br><br>Her smile faltered briefly seeing Dyllan.&nbsp; Judging from slight redness to his eyes and his submissive posture Brad had been at him again.&nbsp; That was likely what had Nate's back up.&nbsp; Red was stuffing her face with a candy bar, like always.&nbsp; Max seemed to be the only one not perplexed as he seemed to be merrily juggling four balls.&nbsp; Jess wondered how long it had taken him to learn that.&nbsp; Her eyes moved to Raye and a well manicured brow quirked questioningly.&nbsp; Why hadn't Ms. Hall-monitor gotten everyone out of this room already.&nbsp; Try to rely on someone to do what they always do and you get let down.&nbsp; That seemed to be the norm.<br><br>Still, she was rather curious what had brought them all together and a few more minutes in the "out of bounds" area wasn't likely to hurt.
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				Title: <strong>Re: lockdown- School of Horrors (ic thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>04-01-2013, 22:24:43</strong>
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				"We're trying to figure out the greatest mystery of the year, apparently. Somebody's been sending us all notes, wanting us to meet here. I am suspecting a prank of some sort. Perplexingly enough, I had nothing to do with it.&nbsp; I am actually kind of shocked. But, also, we should have ice cream." He would explain to&nbsp; Jess, though as he mentioned the ice cream, his attention shifted to Red.<br><br>"I'd love to eat your ice cream." Somehow--don't ask how, explanations can not be made with words alone-- Max manages to make this both sound innocent and somehow like a sexual innuendo at the same time. Then again, it also depended on&nbsp; how one interpreted tones; could easily just be taken one way or another. "I can show you how to play with my balls later, if you'd like." Okay, now that is nothing but sexual innuendo, and the thing is, Red gave it to him; and he had to give her credit, that was an awesome move from her. Also, one should note, this is not the first time Max has used bawdy humor; and it is not likely to be his last time, either. <br><br>Speaking of the balls, he seemed to finally be winding down. One by one, he stops throwing the balls, merely keeping them in his left hand. Once all four balls were in his hand, he shoved them through a tiny opening into his backpack, which contained not only textbooks and the like, but also a few other trick items. Even a few of his own 'snacks', on account of the fact he always ate some sort of nutrition bar for lunch, instead of the swill in the cafeteria. "Red, you've got to let me know if you end up in culinary arts. Ten years from now, when I become a big and famous movie star and stand up comedian, I'll make it a point to eat there." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: lockdown- School of Horrors (ic thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Roen</strong> on <strong>04-01-2013, 23:30:51</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/06/Radbrad.jpg)</div>Words have power, that's the only thing Brad ever agreed to take with him from his English Lit class, denying any other chance to actually put in all the little ideas and insightful revelations he got from time to time, thinking back on texts they were handed to in class. He flunked it, just like he planned to, and no one was the wizard…wizard? Err… wisen? Wiser, that's right! Anyway, words have power and shit, if only people had known how much power, people like Max, for instance, they wouldn't be tossing them around, puking them in disgusting chains like they didn't mean nothing. Not just words, sounds too… the sound of a helpless guy crying, for one, it's frightening what a stupid little thing like that could do to some people. Was it Max's mouthing off? Perhaps Dyllan's teary whines? Brad grinded his teeth and cracked his knuckles, again and again, his vision getting cloudy by the second. It didn't happen all at once, of course, that thing never did, but Brad had the time.<br><br>The moment Dyllan admitted he doesn't have a note (not exactly what he admitted, but that was what Brad heard), Brad could have jumped and said 'Ah-ha! Gotcha!'. However, it was then that everyone, especially Max, started running their mouths at the same time- no doubt covering up for the whiny little bitch, so Brad had a bit more time to think things through, cracking his knuckles as Dyllan's sobs played over and over in his head like some freaky loopy playback. Brad did his best to ignore Max's words, knowing picking a fight with him wasn't worth the energy; he'd just have to get him when his guards are done. Oh, how he wanted to throw that mouthy little fucker against the wall and make him swallow those stupid balls of his, but the room was too crowded, too many unfriendly witnesses, not enough backup. He absolutely heard Max trying to taunt him by using his full name, his father's name, talking about that fancy future waiting for him at that school of Nobodycares, located at the state of Whogivesashit. Brad could have told him that he already had several full sports scholarships just waiting for him to pick one, in several different sports, and that the yearly pay of the common starting actor was nothing in comparison to the average salary of a young and promising raising star at most of the professional sport fields he's been offered scholarships for… But he was way too deep into his own thing, grinding his teeth so loudly he could barely focus at ANYTHING besides the storms that were currently running rampart inside that big blond head of his. <br><br>He could actually feel himself drifting away into his own little furious world, his eyes clouded with red. The same red he always had inside him, the same one that made him lose any form of self-control and just go… well, apeshit. Brad was usually a fairly violent and wild individual, but he was nothing, <strong>nothing</strong> in comparison to how he was when he was seeing red. Yep, he wasn't all that interested in hurting Max, or Dyllan, or Nate, he would have probably hurt anyone in his destructive path, had he let the red take him over, he had seen it happen many times before, on the person he inherited it from. But then, a soft hand grazed his forearm, and slowly he turned his clouded vision towards Raye. Raye the saint. With that crooked little smile of hers and the kind eyes, she told him to calm down, he wasn't exactly listening, but he did obey that calming tone of her voice, his vision quickly clearing up, The Red Brad became dormant once again. <br><br>Ice-cream was offered, and people turned all happy and shit, even Raye, Brad was somehow insightful enough to see that. He definitely had no intention letting her go with that Schneider creep, he decided to take her himself, as he did get his monthly paycheck that week and had a couple of bucks to spend. It was then that Stefy and Jessica suddenly arrive, and Brad wasn't sure how surprised he was about that… there were seven people there already, who had no business being there, what's two more? Raye quickly left his arm, which wasn't much of a surprise either. Brad gave half a smirk as he walked over to his girlfriend, not even bothering to think about answering her. "Hey, Babe." He said as he just pulled her firmly in, with one hand cupping her left butt cheek. While the other took cold of the back of her head, placing a forceful- yet passionate kiss on her lips. He liked to really squeeze her against his hard body, to get a nice feel of her perky little 'titis', giving that tight little ass cheek a good squeeze. She'd probably be annoyed with that, he didn't really care, he thought he deserved a nice treat for dealing with that annoying band of losers.<em><strong> Bitches be bitching, that's just how the world works. It's all good.</strong></em><br>"What's with the getup?" He asked, now embracing her cheeks with both of his large hands, he smirked, "Ye look like one of those slutty porno librarian."
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				Title: <strong>Re: lockdown- School of Horrors (ic thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hotaru37</strong> on <strong>05-01-2013, 04:46:28</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TS4ZgTaPUXc/TfdU6A9KFsI/AAAAAAAAFsg/9wPhJ_2PE-A/s1600/Emmy%2BRossum%2B13.jpg)</div><br><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Raye McDuke</strong></span><br><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Goody Goody/Jock</span><br><br>Raye wasn’t in the thinking process at the moment to think about the fact she ability to calm Brad was at this point in time a very good thing for the other people in the room.&nbsp; It was a no brainer that this fact was excellent for Dyllan who probably just wanted to completely bolt from the room all together.&nbsp; She had also caught the look that Red had sent her and realizing what it meant, Raye nodded once in the other girl’s direction to let her know it was understood.&nbsp; She was truly glad when it seemed the others were going to be quiet to let Brad calm down with how close she could tell that he was to snapping.&nbsp; The young basketball player didn’t like it when Brad got that look in his eyes, it wasn’t something she could ever forget in all the years she known him.&nbsp; <br><br>She hadn’t seen that blank angry look he got when close to snapping in a long time and she hated seeing as it wasn’t the look of the guy she grew up with.&nbsp; Raye wasn’t sure just what would happen if Brad would loose it, she just knew if it ever happened she wouldn’t be able to stop.&nbsp; She didn’t think he would even know friend from foe so all she could do was try and keep him from that point in anyway that she could.&nbsp; She was glad that she had been able to calm him whether it was the tone of her voice or her words it didn’t matter when his eyes cleared up and he was actually looking at her again, truly seeing her.&nbsp; As Brad moved away from her and toward Stefy Raye turned her eyes to her bag as she picked it up off the ground.<br><br>Now, that the other girl was here she could keep her boyfriend calm hopefully at least when it came to getting into fight, but Raye wasn’t going to hold her breath on that one either.&nbsp; Raye caught the look that Jess sent her way as well realizing the other wanted to know why she hadn’t gotten this strange crew of people out of the restricted area.&nbsp; The blank stare the other girl got in return should have given her a clue, did she honestly think with this mix of people getting them to actually listen to Raye was like a dentist pulling teeth.&nbsp; It wasn’t going to happen despite the fact that she had gone on two rants about school rules already, she wasn‘t a miracle worker.&nbsp; Just because she wasn’t a rule bender and breaker didn’t mean she was exactly perfect, despite the snobbish tone in her voice could sometimes say otherwise.&nbsp; <br><br>Throughly frustrated at the moment she rested her head back against the wall she was leaning against, ignoring everything around her at the moment.&nbsp; She had a feeling she was going to have a headache by the end of this time and if the innocent goody goody didn’t hit someone with a hockey stick herself it would be a miracle. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: lockdown- School of Horrors (ic thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chasseybaby</strong> on <strong>05-01-2013, 08:57:17</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i263.photobucket.com/albums/ii130/Chasseybaby/pinkiller_30_zps8d85d8c4.jpg)<br><strong>Tessa<br>Troublemaker/Artist</strong><br></div>Tessa was lounging in the main office as usual to visit the principle or the school officer, whichever one got the short end of the straw that day. She sat side ways her legs dangling over the edge of the arm rests flipping through her ipod for a long and loud enough song to blare while she was being reprimanded. She couldn’t think of what she was been pulled in for today, for all she knew she had only locked the art room doors for 3 hours and blared papa roach till the walls shook while she finished her new painting. Oh and set a dozen or so bottle rockets off in the gym that morning. Or maybe she was in trouble for spray painting the school’s mascot statute last week. Whatever the case she would be gone soon, full scholarship to an art school in Europe, where she could get away from her family and the town that saw her as nothing but a troublemaker. The office assistant kept staring at her with distaste as if she were the dirt under her shoe, which only set off her temper. “Take a fucking picture, it will last longer bitch…” the woman huffed and covered her off shaded lips with poorly manicured hands. Turing back to her music she nibbled on her pierced lip till she found a suitable enough song to ease her back into a mellow mood. She itched to smoke a joint or finish off the bottle of tequila in her bag. She dug around in her leather coat (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/img-set/BQcDAAAAAwoDanBnAAAABC5vdXQKFjNLclBOYkszM3hHUUt0bXFGT3NrX1EAAAACaWQKAXgAAAAEc2l6ZQ.jpg) and pulled out a sour apple sucker and popped it in her mouth. She played with one of her dread locks, as the minutes seemed to tick by. Fed up with waiting she grabbed her bag and moved to the door in a huff. “Sit down Ms. Rockefeller, wait where are you going? Mr. Tibbs!” she smirked as she made her way to her locker to pick up her stash before heading home. <br><br>People seemed to part as she walked down the hall, muttering and whispering about her. Ignoring them she stopped at her locker and twisted the lock till it made a tinking sound. She dropped her bag and kicked the door and watched as it slowly creaked open. She turned and saw most of her classmates hustle away&nbsp; not making any eye contact. She pulled out what she needed and was about to shut her locker till she saw a scrap of paper sticking out of one of the vents on the door. “This better not be no fucking love note again…” She opened the message and frowned. Looking around the empty hall she turned back down at the note and shook her head. “What the fuck…” She contemplated ignoring the message and just heading back home to get smashed. Closing her locker she picked up her bag and decided to see what exactly was going on. <br><br>Once she reached the door she saw a bunch of people arguing and talking. She knew who most of them by who they were in school and what group they belonged to. She saw no clue as to why they were all present in the same room and pulled the sucker out of her mouth and twisted it between her fingers. She decided to give in and see what the little pow-wow was all about and walked in without batting a eye of what was going on. She made a home at the end row of seats closes to the wall and propped up her boots on the desk, not really paying anyone any attention. She glazed over and she saw one of her long time friends Paul. She made no move to say hi but kept an eye on him as she surveyed the room. Paul and she had grown up together since they were kids. Living right across from each other they were never seen apart. She missed those days, she was totally absorbed in her connect with Paul to see the trouble that was brewing at home, till it was too late. A little after middle school is when she really started acting out and skipping school. She found new friends, better friends who made each day a little bit more bearable then the next. She had run away a couple of times and was only found and brought back to get beat by her dead beat step father. She turned her ipod up louder to block out the hurt and anger that arose with all the painful memories of her childhood. <br><br>Just then Tessa noticed a lonely guitar and saw Nate. She had to admit for awhile she had a bit of a crush on him. His music wasn’t anything that she listened to, but it was still soul stirring. She had secretly drew him in class whenever she had the opportunity to get him in a good light or without another student blocking her view. She admired his own work and saw a lot of her own feelings prostrated in his drawings. They had never really sat down and talked, only a couple of hellos and how are yous? She gave up on his attention when she heard a nasty rumor about Nate admitting he’d rather cut off both of his own hands then date her. She closed her eyes and bit back her temper as Gorillaz sang about being happy and having sunshine in a bag. She licked her sugar coated lips and turned to look out the window as most of the kids had left for the day and she wondered what she was still doing here…
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				Title: <strong>Re: lockdown- School of Horrors (ic thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>mj2002</strong> on <strong>06-01-2013, 09:09:10</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/HqZjq.jpg)<br><div style="text-align: right;">Stefy&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <br></div></div><br>Stefy squirmed as her boyfriend pressed her against him. She was quite adept at lashing out at people verbally, but when it came to pure strength she was obviously no match for Brad and she had little choice to accept his usual hug. He was her boyfriend though, so she knew better than to deny his advances and as such returned the kiss. When he finally let her go, she hadn't complained about him squeezing her ass either. That was simply his way and she had to accept it as well. His comments on her attire though, that of course went too far.<br><br>"<strong>Hey shut your mouth Brad</strong>", she snapped at him the moment he let her go and compared her to a porn actress playing a librarian. It's not like he deserved a proper explanation though, so she ignored his question and then looked at the rest of the people. Raye was the first to catch her eye. She was suspicious of that girl for quite a while and again Brad had just been close to her. They'd been close before Stefy had met Brad, so that was somewhat of an explanation. Still, she'd suspected Brad of cheating on her with that girl though, but they remained unconfirmed suspicions. She shot her a threatening glance before she looked at the rest of the group.<br><br>A bunch of geeks seemed to have converged on the classroom but she paid them little attention. The only time those kids were of any relevance to her was when they either spoke out of their place or when she had needed to catch up on some homework. It wasn't often that she'd pay others to do her homework, but sometimes she was just short on time and had to be creative. <br><br>She eyed the other figures for a moment, but none of them really rang a bell with her. They all seemed rather insignificant, except for her friend Jess and this one girl called Tessa. She kind of liked that girl, even though she never revealed it. She was one of those people who really didn't care about what was happening. Laid back and relaxed, usually. Right now was a good example of that. If it wasn't for her shitty looks and awful clothes, they might have been friends in school.<br><br>She nodded at Jess for a moment, acknowledging her. Stefy then returned her gaze to her boyfriend. "<strong>So what the hell is going on here? I get this note from some unknown brat who keeps walking into me, just when I was about to drive home, telling me to show up here. Did you get a note as well</strong>?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: lockdown- School of Horrors (ic thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheWizardofOz</strong> on <strong>06-01-2013, 12:24:19</strong>
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				Pauly just stood at the door with a smile on his face. This is why he loved this school so much, there was free entertainment on a daily basis. There were not-so-smart jocks like Brad picking on others just because they're smarter and... Well, because he can. Pauly slowly made his way to an empty corner and opened up a couple books. He put on his iPod, but only with one earphone on just in case anything else went down. His eyes kept peeking around the room to all the shouting, he knew he should go to a quieter room to study but he just couldn't leave. Even though he had many friends, he didn't like to get involved in any dramas because for him it was just of much of a hassle.<br><br>When they started talking about a note, he was quite curious as he didn't get one "I didn't get a note." He added before he suddenly saw Tessa walk in. He froze for a moment and was going to say hi but didn't bother when she didn't and kept looking around. He always had a thing for her when they were younger, then she changed and made other friends, though he still had a small crush on her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: lockdown- School of Horrors (ic thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caehlim</strong> on <strong>06-01-2013, 15:10:55</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i425.photobucket.com/albums/pp340/daggeroflath/dyllansmall_zps351171d4.jpg)<br><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Dyllan</strong></span><br><strong>The Room</strong></div></div>The room was getting crowded, almost as though a class were going to begin. Dyllan wanted to leave but he was certain that rabbiting from the room would get Brad's attention back, when he was just starting to get bored of focusing on him. So instead he moved toward the side of the room opposite the door and sat down at one of the desks. Embarrassed by his earlier tears he wiped at his face a few times, trying to erase the evidence of crying. <br><br>Maybe if he was very lucky, Stefy would want to leave and bring Brad with her. Then he could just wait here in this room and then try to sneak out of school without being spotted. Classes would be over and most people had probably already left for whatever parties they were after.
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				Title: <strong>Re: lockdown- School of Horrors (ic thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>azzmeister89</strong> on <strong>06-01-2013, 20:37:29</strong>
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				With Stephy's arrival Brad completely cooled down which meant that Nate was able to feel safe about backing off, just as Tessa came in he headed back over to his guitar and sat back down, his tune picking up almost as if he had never stopped playing.<br><br>He and Tessa never really spoke much but they had always made an effort to say hello and goodbye to each other, that was until someone spread a rumor about him. Well if she had wanted to believe a rumor like that it wasn't a major loss if she never wanted to talk to him again.<br><br>...<br><br>The man at the front of the group chuckled as he watched the small collection of student from the i-pad in his hands, it had been a good idea to install hidden camera's throughout the school and he watched with a smile as the only woman in there group of five creeped up into there corridor, her footsteps silent.<br><br>...<br><br>With all the talk going on in the room it would be impossible for any of them to hear as the woman locked the door to there classroom. in the next instant metal bars seemed to slam down outside the windows and the echo that followed suggested that the same thing had happened to every other window in the school. in the corner of the room was a speaker that was hooked up to the headmasters office for anouncments, it made a static noise before a voice filled the classroom "Hello my lovely lab rats, before i go on to explain anything i just want to tell you, dont try breaking through the windows, the bars are electrified" the voice was cold and caculated yet at the same time sounded well cultured and sophisticated "you are now all part of a social experiment, there are video camera's placed in various locations in the school so that our buyers can place bets, who will fuck who, what you'll find" he stopped for dramatic effect "who will die first" again he paused to let it sink in "for the first night you'll all be locked in here, you'll find food in the teachers desk but for now, keep us entertained" the speaker shut off then with a static like noise.<br><br>Nate sat frozen in place after hearing it all, a social experiment, people betting on there lives? where they on some kind of fucking horror movie? inside his head was panicing but he didn't let it show, the others seemed just as shocked as he was and so he stood up, walking over to the teachers desk he opend the door to find a large pack of twenty microwave burgers, the microwave right next to them "well there is food at least" he muttered.<br><br>He looked around at the others, curious as to how they would all react.<br><br>on the other side of the door the woman snickered softly to herself before walking away, leaving them all locked in the room. <br><br>Without any of them noticing a clear, oderless gas was being pumped into the room, an Aphrodisiac that was slow working but effective.
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				Title: <strong>Re: lockdown- School of Horrors (ic thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>06-01-2013, 21:15:51</strong>
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				He listened attentively to the announcement as it was made, staring at the box from which it came from. He directed his query towards it, having no clue, as of this moment, as to where the hidden cameras might be; but he presumed one would be close to, or on, the spot where the loudspeaker was, since people would naturally be inclined to look towards it. "How electrified are we talking here? Pleasantly shocking, or heart-stoppingly lethal?" He'd ask, deadpanning it to the tenth degree, not for a moment actually believing any of this was true. Obviously, this was an elaborate joke, perhaps played upon him by the other theater geeks; they'd certainly have the theatricality for it. <br><br>Then again, he couldn't place the voice on the loudspeaker; but, you know, a voice-modulator isn't that hard to find. He'd get up, and move towards the door, testing it; but when he finds it quite solidly locked, he heaves an over-dramatic sigh. "What a day for me to leave my lockpicks at home. Fancy that!" He said, in an airy, joking manner. Who knew he had lockpicks? Did he really, though? Could be that he was just saying that, because honestly, Max was not always that honest. <br><br>"Oh, I'll play your game, you rogue." He spoke, again towards the loudspeaker; and when he spoke this time, it was with an almost flawless impersonation of Sean Connery's voice.&nbsp; He then got along with moving off to claim an unoccupied corner of the room by the teacher's desk. He eyed the microwavable burgers with disinterest; although somewhat hungry, he was not yet hungry enough for such a thing. "I claim these lands in the name of me." He'd say, his voice going back to normal, though their is a distinctly lyrical, sing-song quality to it. He was being a goof, because he was stressed--not that anyone here should be able to tell, given how well he hides it--; it was a coping mechanism for him.&nbsp; And hey, maybe he could inspire some laughter elsewhere. Keep things civil. He shuddered at the thought of what might happen with this many opposing forces stuck in one room. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: lockdown- School of Horrors (ic thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AribethAmkiir</strong> on <strong>06-01-2013, 21:45:58</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1087.photobucket.com/albums/j480/Erion2451/emma-roberts-empire-state.jpg)</div><br>She listened to Max's explanation of what was going on, gave him a skeptical look, and then shrugged, <strong>"yeah, I got a text."</strong>&nbsp; Then smirked at his comment to Red.&nbsp; That'd make for an interesting pairing.<br><br>She saw the exasperated look Raye gave her and returned with a look of understanding and a small shrug.&nbsp; The girl couldn't do everything; even if Jess expected a bit more.<br><br>Her eyes rolled when Brad called Stef a "slutty librarian".&nbsp; Then she averted her eyes.&nbsp; Stef deserved so much better.&nbsp; Jess was actually proud of her friend when Stef told the roid-head to "shut up".&nbsp; <strong>"You look good Stef, ignore him."</strong><br><br>The room had been full of tension, which was slowly dying down, and Jess hadn't bought into much of it.&nbsp; None of it had been directed at her after all.&nbsp; That changed when Tessa entered.&nbsp; Something about the troublemaker disgusted Jessica and the very pits of her stomach rolled when the tattooed freak pushed by her.&nbsp; It was good that they were all leaving, because spending five minutes in the same room as that waste of space was all Jessica could handle.<br><br>She was about to turn and leave when she noticed Paul pick up a book.&nbsp; This room hadn't been used, ever, as far as she knew.&nbsp; The place was covered in dust and cobwebs.&nbsp; Why were there books here?<br><br>The sound of slamming bars over the windows made Jessica jump and when she turned toward the door she was still standing near she found it shut and locked.&nbsp; Then the loudspeaker made it's announcement.<br><br><strong>"Bullshit!"</strong> she laughed lightly.&nbsp; She'd been expecting a prank and this one seemed to be extravagant.&nbsp; She could understand why Brad, Stef, and herself were there.&nbsp; Dyllan and Max were easy to explain, as well.&nbsp; Dyllan was everyone's favorite target and Max likely had this coming.&nbsp; For that matter, maybe this was revenge on Raye for something too.&nbsp; <br><br>She tried the door again, then stepped aside for Max to try.<br><br>It didn't do anything for her confidence when Nate discovered the food and a microwave.&nbsp; She pulled out her phone and dialed her dad's phone number.
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				Title: <strong>Re: lockdown- School of Horrors (ic thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Roen</strong> on <strong>06-01-2013, 23:14:03</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/d2/Radbrad4.jpg)</div>Brad frowned as Stefy started demanding information from him, only a second ago telling him to shut up, so as she started talking again, he did the only thing he knew she couldn't stand: he ignored her, all the while rolling his eyes at her temper. It was quite amusing, how someone like Brad felt like he could criticize someone else's temperament. Suddenly, the weird voice came out of the RA system's speaker, and he raised his hand to stop Steff from yammering. "Shut up." He said and looked at the speaker, "Can't you hear that?" he frowned like a blonde ape and walked slowly towards the speaker, narrowing his eyes. When the voice said that they were all being lab rats for some nerdy experiment, he snarled, "Like fuck we are!" He yelled at the speaker, looking around him across the classroom, noticing Nate discovering the microwaved food inside the teacher's cabinet. The jock blinked at that, <strong><em>Jesus! The fuck did they know??</em></strong> He thought as he observed the colorful packages.&nbsp; <br><br>Just then, as both Jess and Max tried to open the door, he rolled his blue eyes and quickly walked up to them. "Oh, for god sake, move over." He shoved Max unceremoniously out of his way, as the man walked to the corner of the room, and immediately tried the handle, violently shaking it. Looking back at Max he shook his head, "Jesus, not a single man in this room." He huffed and took a couple steps back. "Move out of the way-" he warned the girls who were standing next to the door- and then he charged at it, gaining speed with each step he made, finally turning sideways&nbsp; right before the hit. Brad tackled the door with all his might, much like he saw those cool no-bullshit detectives do on the various crime series he got addicted to a few years back. The door wouldn't budge, and Brad let out a painful shout as he fell to the floor, sitting there for a moment with his head against the aluminum coated wood. Gasps of pain escaped his clenched teeth as he breathed heavily under the excruciating pain. "Fuck…fucking…FUCKERS! I'll fucking tear your ass up, you twisted little SHIT!" he called out.<br><br>And then he heard it again, but it wasn't so much as hearing it- more like expecting it. Yep, Bradley wasn't unfamiliar with this type of jokes, being on the offending side of them more than once during his long and respectful carrier as a school bully, so he knew what to expect from the asshole pulling this prank. One thing the one pulling the prank could never resist, was to stand close enough to see- or hear- the products of his sadistic plans as the victim fell into his trap. There was someone on the other side of that door, probably giggling like a horny little schoolgirl. "Ye… ye hear me now, you delusional little cockmuncher. Ye better hope this door NEVER opens, ye hear me? Cause when I get out of here…when…when I do…" he panted with pain, "I'm going to fuck ye up so good, two weeks from now they be still scraping ye from the ceiling! YOU HEAR ME?! HUH??? DO YOU?! <strong>YOU BE DEAD <em>NOW</em>, YE SICK WORTHLESS ASSHOLE SUCKING CUNT!</strong>" he screamed from the top of his lungs, an beasty growl added to his voice. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: lockdown- School of Horrors (ic thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheWizardofOz</strong> on <strong>07-01-2013, 01:13:53</strong>
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				Pauly listened closely to the voice over the RA and shivers went down his body as the voice explained to them what was going on. Betting on death? Who the hell would do such a thing. Even though he hadn't watched it, it seemed to Pauly that this was somewhat similar to the Saw movies. "Is that why you all got the notes?" He asked, getting up "Cause if so, I shouldn't fucking be here." He added, his voice getting louder and and more aggressive. He started getting nervous, he didn't know what the hell was gonna happen. He sat their blanklessly as the guys tried to break down the door. Brads shouting bought him back to the real world as his ears starting getting sore "Geez! Shut the hell up! That's not gonna help, and I think they can here you." He shouted at Brad, getting a tad bit frustrated.<br><br>He suddenly saw another camera at the back of the room. He ran up to it "I shouldn't be here!" He shouted "I didn't get a bloody note, let me out!" He pleaded.
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				Title: <strong>Re: lockdown- School of Horrors (ic thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caehlim</strong> on <strong>07-01-2013, 02:02:20</strong>
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				Dyllan listened with morbid and worried attention to the PA speaker. It sounded like the description he'd heard from other kids of those reality TV shows, something his mum had never let him watch. Unlike some of the others he wasn't too worried when the voice mentioned them dying, he recognized something in the voice the others might not. Despite clearly being an adult voice it was also the voice of a bully. they would threaten you to get a reaction, but unless you pushed them too far they wouldn't hurt you so badly that they couldn't torment you further. He didn't pay any attention to the food either. It didn't sound like there was much there and he doubted Brad would let him have any of it.<br><br>Hadn't he suffered enough, was it just his fate to never escape Brad and this school. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: lockdown- School of Horrors (ic thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hotaru37</strong> on <strong>07-01-2013, 02:12:10</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img.poptower.com/pic-81900/emmy-rossum.jpg?d=600)</div><br><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Raye McDuke</strong></span><br><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Goody Goody/Jock</span><br><br>Raye didn’t notice Tessa come into the room from her leaning position against the wall and after a moment of having her eyes shut she happened to meet Stefy’s eyes.&nbsp; If glares could make her spontaneously combust she would have blown up a thousand times so far from Stefy’s death glares.&nbsp; Unfortunately for Stefy, her glares didn’t even faze the other girl who only gave her a blank look that basically said if Stefy wanted to make something of Raye wasn’t going to give into the preppy girl.&nbsp; All Stefy really proved to her with her glares was that she was insecure in her relationship with Brad, otherwise she wouldn’t give Raye a second thought.&nbsp; <br><br>Then again Raye figured that she really didn’t help Stefy’s trust because Raye never seemed to really date at all.&nbsp; After a couple of bad experiences with some of Brad’s football buddies who quickly learned Raye wasn’t interested in sex on the first date and a rumor that went around that the goody goody was a tease Raye had made it a point to forget dating period.&nbsp; She had buried herself into her sports even more and her outspokenness about the rules had become to the point of almost viciousness more recently too.&nbsp; Even though the rumor seemed to had fade between it and the way she acted no guy had approached her in a long time.<br><br>Getting an understanding look in return from Jess, Raye sighed and nodded back in return to her before going back to closing her eyes again.&nbsp; She went back to ignoring everyone and everything for the moment, seriously thinking of leaving now and going to the market picking up some cookies and cream ice cream before coming a vegetable in front of her tv. Grabbing her bag with her decision made Raye made her way toward the door when slamming from the window’s behind her making her jump and her bag crash to the floor.&nbsp; She looked back at the now barred window’s in disbelief as the voice from the speaker filled her head and frowned.&nbsp; The fact that these people thought of them like lab rats and that people would be making bets on them had her close to feeling sick to the stomach.&nbsp; <br><br>Her hands were gripped in fists hearing that they even betted on who would die and a deep hiss actually came from her.&nbsp; The moment the speaker shut off she picked up her bag again, all the cheesy horror movies floating through her head quickly picking up on certain things that always happened in all of them.&nbsp; But would rules in most horror movies apply here in the actual world or was there no rules here, that did not set with Raye at all.&nbsp; She barely heard one of the boys saying about how there was food for them like the voice over the speaker had said as she stared at the bars on the windows.&nbsp; She grabbed a softball from the bottom of her bag and threw it as hard as she could at the windows, the moment it hit the bars getting stuck you could hear the zapping of the electricity in the bars before it fell to the ground in burnt pieces. <br><br>Her frown deepened at the now blackened ball and answered Max’s question about the bars.&nbsp; “Seems more like you’ll become fried chicken.” She remarked without humor pointing at her best softball, once again the voice from the speaker had been proven correct.&nbsp; Raye turned in time to see both Max and Jess trying to get the door open but she already knew that it wouldn’t work.&nbsp; Oh, why hadn’t she listened to her instinct to just to go home and ignore the stupid note.&nbsp; Damn her and her own insistence on following the rules, Brad and her cousin both warned her complete rule following would be her down fall.&nbsp; <br><br>Hearing Brad yelling at the speaker, she sighed and crossed her arms realizing that they would just have to wait until he calmed somewhat from all of this. She realized too late what he was planning on doing though as he went to charge the door.&nbsp; “Brad! Wait! They would have planned for your strength!”&nbsp; Raye flinched at his painful shout, biting her lip.&nbsp; As usual it seemed that she was too late to stop him from doing something crazy and now that he was more than likely injured, he was going to be like a growling bear.&nbsp; Dropping her stuff on an empty desk before making her way toward him wondering just how hurt he was but also figuring he probably wouldn’t let her check how hurt he was either.<br><br>“I knew I should have listened to my cousin and skipped today…” She muttered to herself as she sent a questioning glance at Brad.
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				Title: <strong>Re: lockdown- School of Horrors (ic thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chasseybaby</strong> on <strong>07-01-2013, 02:27:38</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i263.photobucket.com/albums/ii130/Chasseybaby/pinkiller_30_zps8d85d8c4.jpg)<br><strong>Tessa<br>Troublemaker/Artist</strong><br></div><br>Tessa listened as the PA explained what was happening, she had to laugh to herself. 'Fucking fantastic...' She watched as everyone either stared to panic or try and reason out if it was a joke or not. She concluded that who ever was up to this was gunna have one serious beat down if any of them caught them. She shook her head and covered her face as Brad started slamming himself into the door. This was going to be one hell of a weekend. She turned as Paul stared to freak out and knew he was right, he wasnt suppose to be there. She turned off her ipod and got up from her seat slowly by passing the others as she headed to the door and looked it over like the criminal she was, would. She made an point to show Brad that the door pulled open and not pushed. She then let go of the handle and inspected the hinges on the door and saw they were screwed in and were stripped and were unable to be screwed back out. She titled her head side to side and threw her sucker stick in the garbage next to the door that had been toppled over. She smatcked her gum center and went back to her desk without another word. She removed her jacket, reveling more tattoos and piercings. She threw it over the desk and kicked the next seat till it fell over with a bang. She got down on her knees and took out her house-keys and started unscrewing one of the legs. Once it was lose enough she pulled it free with one rough tug. She laid the metal bar over her shoulder as she headed back tot he door and tapped the glass with one end. She looked back at the others, as if to say, 'Move...' She turned back and held the bar like a baseball bat and swang with all her strength. <br><br>Just as she thought, unbreakable. She blew a bubble and popped it as she made her way back to her bag and desk. She looked at the window, clicking and clacking her gum. Carefully she pushed the desk back and stood in front of the window. She held her breath as she slid her make shift bat through the bars and tapped the glass. BINGO! She pulled back and slammed the bar into the glass dropping it before she could be shocked and smiled at her baseball size hole. She turned back to her stuff and pulled out a joint and a lighter and sat on the desk lighting it up with a puff. she looked at the other not really caring if they took her seriously or not. "Like it or not were all stuck in here till this sick fuck lets us out, till then ya'll should mellow out and relax." She took another puff and blew the smoke out the cracked window. She knew most of the people in the room either hated her or couldnt stand her, the feeling was mutual and she didnt care to make any friends. But as long as they were all stuck in the room together they had better know not to fuck with her. She placed her bud on the desk and bent down to pick up the hot bar and showed that the windows were indeed dangerous. She leaned back and watched as everyone seemed to take in what was happening. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: lockdown- School of Horrors (ic thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CarnivorousBunny</strong> on <strong>07-01-2013, 03:34:20</strong>
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				<div align="center">(http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y112/shit_brick/Character%20Pix/IRL%20Women/Brunettes%20Western/lost_message_by_LittleFlairsmaller_zps5d9998ad.jpg)<br><strong>Red Wilson</strong><br><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">(a level 25 pixie warlock to some, an eating machine to others, and a geek to most)</span></div><br>The loud sounds banished any feelings other than that of surprise.&nbsp; Red stopped chewing and looked to the window, then to the PA system.<br>Her mind blanked, and she swallowed. <br>Turning to Max, Red gave him a crooked grin, a reflection of her unease. <strong>"Whoa, looks like someone has you beat as the king of pranksters."</strong>&nbsp; Red's eyes made a quick sweep of the room to check on everyone's reactions.&nbsp; No one inside seemed like the culprit, in fact, most of them looked very nervous, like Paul.&nbsp; Jeezus, Dyllan looked terrified all over again, the poor thing.<br>She hoped this whole thing was a joke, honestly there was no other explanation for it.&nbsp; There couldn't possibly be a fucker so sick to pull such a Saw-meets-Rat Race-meets-Hannibal shit, right?<br><br>Then evidence to the contrary started pilling up; the microwave burgers, Brad wailing curses on the floor, the smoking bat that Rayne threw, Tessa's smoking chair leg, and the ominous cackle from the woman on the other side of the door. <br><strong>"You've gotta be kidding me!"</strong> Red hissed, rushing to the door, needing to confirm for herself that it was immovable.&nbsp; After a few desperate shakes, she backed away with an angry curse.&nbsp; Red pocketed her candy bar, suddenly she wasn't very hungry anymore.&nbsp; <br>She stood there for a while, still not totally believing what was happening around her, thinking, her brows knit together tightly.<br><strong>"How the hell did these guys install electrified bars with no one noticing anyway?"</strong> She asked no one in particular.&nbsp; Red loved adventure and puzzles like this, but the DM on the PA system sounded like a total dick, and there were no resurrection spells in this dimension.&nbsp; She'd have to play cautiously, she decided, looking around the room again.&nbsp; Thinking as this ordeal as a game would help her keep her cool.<br><br>Tessa had the right idea, Red thought.&nbsp; There was no use in getting overworked over this, or they'd be playing right in to the hands of this twisted DM.&nbsp; Red walked over to Nate.&nbsp; <strong>"How many of those burgers are in there?"</strong> Red asked, hoping there were at least 2 for each of them.&nbsp; Brad would definitely need more than one to sate his appetite, being an athlete, and he wasn't one to share.&nbsp; Red would need at least 2 as well to make sure she didn't go hungry throughout the night.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: lockdown- School of Horrors (ic thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>07-01-2013, 03:53:13</strong>
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				"Huh. Damned bars. Just hot enough to grill chicken, but do they leave us with chicken? Nope, it's beef. That right there is a mind game." He&nbsp; sighs, and turns his attention to monitoring all the others as they try so desperately to escape. He would have tried harder, but something he heard over the announcement made him want to conserve his strength.<br><br>"Yeah, I've been dethroned. Sad day, that." He says, somewhat sarcastically. He motions Red over to join him; he was worried about her the most, out of them all.&nbsp; He was glad he had had the spare 'meal bars' in his backpack; though for now, he keeps his possession of that food item to himself. No need to go announcing it, when he--or his friend-- might need them down the road. "The Voice said that for tonight, we're stuck here, right? So we might as well conserve our energy." That was primarily meant for Brad, but he was directing his words to everyone.&nbsp; <br><br>He took his backpack off of his back, and rummaged through it a bit, producing a deck of generic cards. "Anybody up for a game to pass the time?" 
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				Title: <strong>Re: lockdown- School of Horrors (ic thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caehlim</strong> on <strong>07-01-2013, 14:09:34</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i425.photobucket.com/albums/pp340/daggeroflath/dyllansmall_zps351171d4.jpg)<br><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Dyllan</strong></span><br><strong>The Room</strong></div></div>It would be smartest to stay quiet and say nothing, Dyllan thought. Speaking just gets you into trouble.<br><br>But he couldn't resist the automatic reaction to knowing an answer, "Actually it wouldn't fry the burgers as much. They have a much lower electrical resistance." As he spoke, the triangular relationship between voltage, amperage and resistance flashed through his head and he started estimating rough approximations of numbers and values fitting them into mental graphs. "softballs have a lot of rubber in the mix and they'd be a good insulator. But it's resisting the electricity that causes heat. If you touched it, you wouldn't fry like that, it'd probably just stop your heart or cause fibrillation, but I guess your blood would boil and burn your skin if the current reached a ground state through you."<br><br>His voice had grown excited and animated, shedding his nervous shyness in the sheer pleasure of recounting a scientific fact, but he grew awkward as he realized he would probably be frightening some of the others. <br><br>"Sorry, I didn't think..."<br><br>He trailed off back into his wary silence.
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				Title: <strong>Re: lockdown- School of Horrors (ic thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>07-01-2013, 15:00:07</strong>
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				And before anyone else could intercede, everybody would suddenly find the trickster talking seriously about something. "No, no, Dyllan, you<em> did</em> think. And that's a good thing.&nbsp; Yes, I am familiar with how electricity works; advanced placement science classes for the past two years, you know? That, and some other things, that are neither here nor there." He says this last sentence, with a goofy grin, and laughter in his voice.<br><br>That's why I asked if the current was heart-stoppingly lethal, right after the announcement, you know? But anyways, keep on thinking, keep volunteering this stuff. At least to me.&nbsp; You might just find us a gap that can be exploited. We just need to devise some sort of silent communication system that can't be intercepted, elsewise, they might catch onto us." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: lockdown- School of Horrors (ic thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>azzmeister89</strong> on <strong>07-01-2013, 16:38:19</strong>
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				Nate sighed as everyone began either testing the facts that the voice gave them or tried calling its bluff, as a result Brad ended up on the floor with an injured shoulder and a whole lot of swearing. It would have been funny if not for the situation. Tessa had calmed down almost as fast as he had, already off to smoke a <br>joint.<br><br>He looked up as Red asked him a question "enough for two each, i hope none of you are vegetarian" as they talked none of the students would have heard the cooling system turn off, it was going to be a long hot night.
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				Title: <strong>Re: lockdown- School of Horrors (ic thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CarnivorousBunny</strong> on <strong>07-01-2013, 16:51:06</strong>
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				<div align="center">(http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y112/shit_brick/Character%20Pix/IRL%20Women/Brunettes%20Western/lost_message_by_LittleFlairsmaller_zps5d9998ad.jpg)<br><strong>Red Wilson</strong><br><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">(a level 25 pixie warlock to some, an eating machine to others, and a geek to most)</span></div><br>Red rummaged through the bag of burgers, and just as Nate said, there was exactly two per person.&nbsp; Red handed two to Nate, then, as discreetly as she could, took six.&nbsp; <strong>"We all get two burgers each."</strong> Red announced, slipping the burgers back in to her bag.&nbsp; Might as well safe guard Dyllan and Max's share.&nbsp; She placed the rest of the burgers on the table and set the microwave on the table before joining Max on side of the room.<br>Currently Red still had half a container of apple chips, a couple of candy bars (and one unfinished one), and a bag of chips.<br>Red sighed and wished she had taken some of the crocodile jerky her mom brought home.<br><strong>"What game do you have in mind?"</strong> Red didn't particularly care for cards, but did she really have a choice?&nbsp; The only form of entertainment she had was her MTG deck, but no one else in this room would play, she thought, shooting Dyllan a quick look.&nbsp; Sometimes that guy was too smart for his own good.<br><br><strong>"I'm really more of a Go Fish kind of card person."</strong> Said Red with a goofy smile, addressing Max now.&nbsp; Whenever someone asked her to play poker she would always need a refresher.&nbsp; It was like her brain had no room for the game.&nbsp; Strangely enough, she wasn't half bad at the game once she relearned it.<br><br>Max looked to Jess to see her attempting a phone call. <strong>"Does your phone work?&nbsp; We should at least let our parents know we're going to be home late because some psychos locked us in school."</strong> Red said, a little hopeful that this could be their saving grace.&nbsp; She whipped out her own cellphone to call her mother.&nbsp; Letting her parents know she was locked in school seemed like a good idea.
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				Title: <strong>Re: lockdown- School of Horrors (ic thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caehlim</strong> on <strong>07-01-2013, 17:00:51</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i425.photobucket.com/albums/pp340/daggeroflath/dyllansmall_zps351171d4.jpg)<br><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Dyllan</strong></span><br><strong>The Room</strong></div></div>Dyllan was pleased by Max's reaction to his explanation of the electrical bars. It was one of the few times someone had treated his input as relevant or useful. Usually people just reacted to him like he was being a know-it-all. <br><br>He went over to where the card-game was shaping up. He didn't really want to play cards, not at a time like this. But he took the excuse to move a bit further away from Tessa. The smoke she had lit, didn't look at all like a cigarette and he suspected it was marijuana. He wasn't going to complain about her smoking it, but his mother had warned him how bad it was for you. Besides he was already getting a bit of a strange queasy feeling and finding his thoughts a bit muddled, even though there wasn't a lot of smoke blowing in his direction. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: lockdown- School of Horrors (ic thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>mj2002</strong> on <strong>07-01-2013, 20:21:18</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/HqZjq.jpg)<br><div style="text-align: right;">Stefy&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <br></div></div><br>Stefy couldn't help but chuckle when her boyfriend got into another angry fit and began spending his energy on breaking down the door. It looked like a futile effort from the start, but who was she to keep him from providing entertainment to her. Sure, others would get to have their share of entertainment out of it as well, but that couldn't be helped. She decided to leave Brad to it and walked over the her friend Jess.<br><br>"<strong>Thanks, you don't look so bad either</strong>", she said. Stefy liked receiving compliments and if a good friend did so, it was worth responding to as well. She knew that she had little <em>actual friends</em> in school and she valued those who were at least somewhat sincere and didn't just follow her around for her money or her ass. "<strong>So what do you make of all this? Is this an end-of-the-year prank?</strong>" She continued to chat a little and watch the rest of the losers in amusement. Sure, she could mingle and interact with them, but for the time being that seemed to be beneath her. She did see it fit to call out Dyllan for his usual explosion of retardation. "<strong>Neeeeeeeeeeeerrrrrrrrrrrrrrrd</strong>", she called out after the kid had finished with some dumb explanation of something that clearly no one cared about. <br><br>For the rest though, she remained calm and indifferent to whatever her insignificant fellow last year students were up to. If something was going on that she needed to know of, Brad or Jess would probably tell her. If it got bad, she could always just call her parents. For now though, this seemed like quite a successful prank.
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				Title: <strong>Re: lockdown- School of Horrors (ic thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hotaru37</strong> on <strong>07-01-2013, 22:50:03</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img.poptower.com/pic-81900/emmy-rossum.jpg?d=600)</div><br><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Raye McDuke</strong></span><br><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Goody Goody/Jock</span><br><br>Raye didn’t hear Tessa come up to the bars of the windows until she heard a crash of glass and realized the other girl had found a way to get between the bars but it was still no escape route.&nbsp; She noted the other girl had done it to smoke whatever she had in her hand and usually she would yell about rules but Tessa didn’t seem the type to take Raye’s rants like others would.&nbsp; She vaguely heard Red yelling and pulling at the door, but she didn’t acknowledge it as she stood there staring blankly at nothing.&nbsp; Raye barely snorted at Max saying about having beef and not chicken in response to what she said before.&nbsp; Then she was drifting away forgetting everything but what she knew going though her head at the moment.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>The young woman’s mind was going a thousand miles a second as she tried to put things into some sort of order, some of rules or list that she could understand and make sense of things.&nbsp; When under pressure like this, that is when her hall monitor side really seemed to come out, it was her own coping mechanism with things out of her control.&nbsp; That was probably the one thing the other students never really realized about her rants about the rules, that Raye used the rules to give her a safety net where variables at school wasn’t always clear.&nbsp; It gave her some sort feeling of control that she never usually felt at school around other people, her need to try and control things was her biggest weakness.<br><br>Her mind now focusing on the information the voice from the loudspeaker had told them, she tugged a small doodled on notebook from the side pocket of her bag along with a pen.&nbsp; Then she pulled her own ipod from her jeans pocket and immediately moved to plop herself on top of a couple of desks that she had put together.&nbsp; With her music blaring in her ears taking her away from everything that the others were saying and doing she could focus better on the things they knew.&nbsp; Along with other things that would not leave her head and in the end Raye had two lists, proving that sometimes being a goody goody was actually a very good thing.&nbsp; You could pick up on things that others couldn’t in situations that was less than admirable.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header"> Raye's Lists</div><div class="spoiler_body">Rules given to them basically by the Speaker:<br>1) The door is locked until the next morning and the windows are electrified.<br><br>Is there another escape route from the room? The ceiling?<br><br>2) There are people betting on us and what will happen to us.<br><br>3) We have food in the room like they said.<br><br>That signals they truly want to see what happens to us once we leave this room otherwise they would lock us in here without food to starve.<br><br>4) They want to see who fucks who.<br><br>Unsure about they mean by this for there is no way this crowd would have sex with each other.&nbsp; Do they mean who beats the shit out of who?<br><br>5)They want to see what we will find once we are out of the room.<br><br>This means there is things waiting for us like traps, probably where we least suspect it.<br><br>6)Who will die first<br><br>Means that some of there traps are dangerous enough to kill us.<br><br>All this together sounds like a bad horror movie<br><br>Horror Movie Rules:<br>If this situation follows similar to a horror movie there are certain rules that most horror movies follow.&nbsp; This could save all of our lives.<br><br>1) Dumb blondes and jocks are mostly the first to go, sometimes at the same time.<br><br>2) Never ever separate from the group.<br><br>3) Sex is not a good idea.&nbsp; It leaves you with your guard down.<br><br>4) Do not go and investigate odd noises in the dark.&nbsp; Especially if you say something and no one answers from the darkness.<br><br>5) Do not go into basements or attics for you usually never come out.<br><br>6) Do not taunt or insult the things chasing you, they might decide to just make you their next victim.</div></div><br>She had finished both lists with a grim smile on her face, carefully closing her notebook and rested her head against the wall for a moment.&nbsp; Now that Raye was done with her lists she could turn her attention back to what was happening with the others and she caught the tail end of what Dyllan was saying.&nbsp; And the way he spoke about what happened to the baseball versus what would happen to a human, Raye looked a little green at the very thought of someone accidentally touching something like that.&nbsp; She caught some of Max’s words to Dyllan and realized he was right about the fact that they might be able to exploit something in whoever’s plans this was.&nbsp; A silent way to communicate though that couldn’t be interrupted was not exactly easy to think of.&nbsp; <br><br>Raye didn’t say anything though her mind whirling again as thing’s seemed to start to warm up slightly.&nbsp; Maybe it was just her imagination though?&nbsp; So she ignored it frowning slightly as she heard Stefy taunting Dyllan and rolled her eyes.&nbsp; Really, at a time like this she was going to taunt somebody…&nbsp; Raye made a spilt decision and picked up her notebook and pen and approached where Max, Red, and Dyllan were knowing that Stefy wasn’t taking this seriously enough to try and come up with a plan.&nbsp; She dropped the opened notebook at the two lists she wrote along with the pen in the front Max and Dyllan.&nbsp; Could this be a way of silently communicating for the group to save themselves from the horror that would be happening?<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: lockdown- School of Horrors (ic thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>07-01-2013, 23:06:24</strong>
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				Max remained somewhat quiet as he observed the others; and the fact that things seemed to be getting warmer by the moment. Was that because of the new hole in the window? No, it was quieter now; the background humming sound of the air conditioner was not there.<br><br>"Hey, can we put more holes in the windows? They killed the AC. Air flow would be nice." He offered, around the time that Raye was heading in his relative direction. He follows the notebook, and tilts his head to the side, looking at the list. He laughs a bit. "Good ideas. Problem is, we can't communicate particularly like this. Cameras are likely in the ceiling; if they can see what we're writing, then it's just as bad as if they heard us. We can't use simple cyphers, either.. and we can't create one, because we can't really teach it while maintaining silence." He sighs. <br><br>"Too bad it wasn't during the colder months...then we'd have jackets, and could make like a fort from them, to block vision. Then writing would work wonders." he took his bowler hat off his head, and slowly twirled it around his left index finger, and focused on it for the moment. His hair, which was fairly short, was a bit messy from the hat. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: lockdown- School of Horrors (ic thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>mj2002</strong> on <strong>07-01-2013, 23:21:32</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/HqZjq.jpg)<br><div style="text-align: right;">Stefy&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <br></div></div><br>Stefy had suddenly taken notice when a few people had bundled together in a small group. She saw the girl with the notebook talk to the rest. Curiosity made her inch a little closer just in time to hear what Max was saying. From afar, she called out to him. "<strong>You got ain't your jackets, but you still got your clothes.</strong>" She smirked as she looked at the group of losers. Little kids thought they were so god damn smart. Apparently not all that smart.
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				Title: <strong>Re: lockdown- School of Horrors (ic thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>07-01-2013, 23:26:07</strong>
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				"Why yes, we do! How observant of you,<em> Stefy.</em>" He sassed her with such condescending sarcasm, it was as if he was lashing her with a verbal whip. "We also have a tendency to like not running around half naked. But hey, if you want to donate <em>your</em> shirt to the cause, I won't complain." He flashed her a wide grin, as he essentially told her to put up or shut up. <br><br>"You know, I'm wagering that you're in on this somehow. It would take somebody rich and well connected to pull this farce off. And you always have loved to watch people squirm around you, haven't you? So what better place than being right here, with front row seats?" Though his voice remained oddly mirthful, almost teasing, their was a darker tint to it, vaguely threatening. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: lockdown- School of Horrors (ic thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Roen</strong> on <strong>08-01-2013, 00:01:59</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/d2/Radbrad4.jpg)</div>"-And finally, crush your corn sized balls into a FUCKING mash and feed them to you through the same bloody tube!" Brad finished the very complex and spicy chain of threats and swears he was throwing at whatever fuckhead was on the other side of that door. That actually made him feel good; feel like…what was the word? Cleaned? Cleansed? Some chick-flick thing like that, as he felt like he could breathe freely again, as if he removed some sort of harness that was suffocating him from deep within his guts. The physical aspect of his current state was an entirely different story; <em><strong>Jesus, did that thing hurt like a motherfucker!</strong></em> It was like his shoulder was this burning ball of fire stinging everything it touched, it was also somewhat lower positioned compared to the healthy one on the other side.&nbsp; He raised his frowned eyes to look at the worrying ones of Raye, standing just a couple of steps away from him, pitying him, he knew she wanted nothing more than to rush to him, feel his shoulder, and maybe even hug and pet him like a cradled little pet. His frowned turned colder, a 'don't you fucking dare' sort of expression. An extremely annoying high pitched sound made him turn his eyes to Stefy, which seemed to be enjoying that little show of pain. <em><strong>Is that bitch really laughing at me?</strong></em> He growled at his girlfriend, as he dragged himself out of the way to make room to that psycho bitch, which seemed to find a crowbar somewhere… typical, probably had it in her bag.<br><br>Brad blinked as he realized he might have something useful in his bags. With a couple of painful and quiet- real quiet- gasps, he managed to get to his feet and walked to the table on which he threw his bag before he jumped Dyllan, and as he sat down on a chair next to it, he started going through his things. There was his brand new iPhone… which sockets were still clogged with dried ketchup, no signal, perfect, he decided he'd better not let Stefy see how he wrecked the phone she only bought for him last week, and shoved it right down the bag, buried under a pile of seven jumbo boxes of condoms, about one hundred pieces each, and three brand new tubes of spermicide lube (he was planning on staying at Stefy's for the weekend), the baseball cap he was going to give his councilor as a going away present during their last meeting (to which he never made it), with the very personal 'ShitGrinder' tag across the front, which still made Brad snicker in an infantile manner, and ten double jumbo packs of beef jerky (sometimes Stefy would make him stay in bed and he got hungry…). The jock eyed the box filled with those goddamn microwave burgers, "No fucking way I'm touching those." He said, unknowingly giving voice to his thoughts. Brad squinted… that wasn't all. He shoved his left hand right back into the depths of his bag, feeling and searching, until he finally could feel the round glassy shape of the expensive bottle of Chivas Brothers scotch whiskey, Royal Salute edition, 21 years of age, Blended, which he got from Stef's Dad's liquor cabinet, figuring a stinking rich sucker like that wouldn't miss one bottle. He wasn't sure what he was going to do with it originally, probably get wasted with his friends, showing them some of the more interesting vids he was going to take of his soon to be ex-girlfriend. Brad might have been dumb, but he wasn't a dope, he knew his relationship with Stef was just a high-school-time deal, he was about to leave that godforsaken town for some glorious future in at least one Pro league, but he was sure as hell going to enjoy their last couple of weeks together. <br><br>Brad buried the bottle deep into the bag, and reached his other hand to get the jerky… only the other hand didn't do as it was told. Brad blinked and looked at his right arm, poking it with his left hand's index finger, he did feel it, but he couldn't move it. "Oh, not that again…" he huffed as he clumsily removed his letterman jacket to see his twisted dislocated shoulder, and here it was hoping it was just excruciating painful and nothing else. Shaking his head, the Blond looked around the room, observing the meager selection he had to choose from. Max and Nate were both out of the question; they would love it too damn much. Pauly was a good choice, but he was still a bit on the loopy side, crying to the speaker, and Brad didn't trust him one bit, the guy was just too damn nice to be true. None of the girls made any sense to Brad, not even Raye, she wouldn't have the guts to do it while seeing him in pain. Tessa would probably beat the shoulder back to its place with a crowbar… which only left one last choice. Brad breathed heavily, and put two fingers to his mouth, whisteling at the group of nerds, "You." he looked at Max, "Shut the fuck up, she's trying to help." he turned his eyes to Dyllan, "Yo…Dyllan." He said and puased for a moment, only now, after five years of constant bullying, he realized he had no idea what was Dyllan's last name. "Com'ere. Come on, don't be a sad wimp." He huffed, "Not gonna hit you or nothin. Come and listen, carefully. Sit on the table behind me, on the right side, and put your knee against my right upper back, then hold tight to my right shoulder and pull while kneeing when I tell you to. Don't fuck up and we'll be good, I'll even forget how you got us all into this christfucking mess."
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				Title: <strong>Re: lockdown- School of Horrors (ic thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>mj2002</strong> on <strong>08-01-2013, 00:18:42</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/HqZjq.jpg)<br><div style="text-align: right;">Stefy&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <br></div></div>Stefy continued directing her attention at Max. "<strong>You think you're so smart, boy</strong>", she retorted. "<strong>Why the hell would I want to be anywhere near you losers when I could be cruising the boulevard right now? And you want some clothes, ain't you got none yourself?</strong>", she taunted. Putting her money where her mouth was though, was something Stefy wasn't entirely unfamiliar with. She threw the jacket of her dress suit directed at his face, though it wasn't likely to hit it from such a range.<br><br>"<strong>Go play hide and seek now kids!</strong>"
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				Title: <strong>Re: lockdown- School of Horrors (ic thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AribethAmkiir</strong> on <strong>08-01-2013, 00:29:54</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1087.photobucket.com/albums/j480/Erion2451/emma-roberts-empire-state.jpg)</div><br>The phone dialed but there was no signal.&nbsp; She took two steps to her left and tried again.&nbsp; <br><br>A number of things happened all at once.&nbsp; The sound of breaking glass brought her attention up from her phone before she shielded her eyes from the sparks emitted from the softball wedged between the bars, <strong>"you got to be fucking kidding me,"</strong> she commented as the ball, now blackened and smoking, rolled across the ground.&nbsp; Brad crumbled to the ground with a sharp cry of pain before he began ranting at someone.&nbsp; Jess looked at Stef then Raye and then the rest as she tried to figure out just who Brad was screaming at.<br><br><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>"Is he okay?</strong></span> she whispered to Stef as her friend approached.&nbsp; A small smile formed on her lips from the compliment but Jess only shrugged.&nbsp; It didn't really seem like a prank any more.<br><br>The sound of breaking glass echoed in the classroom again and Jess shot a nasty look at the tattooed freak who seemed to simply want to smoke.&nbsp; At least Tessa had been polite enough to blow it out the window.&nbsp; Jess hadn't missed Red, the fat little pig, collecting all the food herself.&nbsp; It was something that would need to be rectified later, but in the meantime politics needed to be Jess' focus.&nbsp; At Red's question she gave the dork a worried smile and head shake no.<br><br>It was Dyllan, good old nerdy Dyllan, who began to think his way out of the situation.&nbsp; Despite Stef calling him a nerd, Jess asked, <strong>"is it possible to short out the bars?&nbsp; Or is that just Hollywood stuff?"</strong>&nbsp; It was an idea, though she didn't know how good of an idea until someone smarter told her, but then that's why smart people were there.<br><br>Jess crossed the room to the window, picked up Tessa's cigarette butt, and put it to her lips before exhaling.&nbsp; She usually only smoked when she drank, but the cigarette would likely help her keep calm.&nbsp; <strong>"Thanks,"</strong> was all she said to Tessa before bending over and looking through the broken hole.&nbsp; She wanted to see where they were, and if screaming for help would get anyone's attention.&nbsp; She was extremely careful to not get anywhere close to the electrified bars herself.<br><br>She turned back to the group, <strong>"Stef's got a point.&nbsp; We may not have jackets but clothes can be used and we can stack some of these desks to provide a partial block.&nbsp; Max, where would you put the cameras if you were wanting full coverage of the room?"</strong>&nbsp; The theater geek was likely the most competent person for the question, though Dyllan and Red might know the answer as well.&nbsp; Jess then pulled off her own black and grey shirt, revealing a white tank underneath, along with her bra straps, and tossed it into Max's face.&nbsp; <br><br><strong>"I trust you'll make good use of that."</strong><br><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: lockdown- School of Horrors (ic thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>azzmeister89</strong> on <strong>08-01-2013, 00:44:43</strong>
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				Nate sighed with exasperation, all the arguing was getting them no where and it was just going to make things worse, by some miracle Brad was actually being nice to Dyllan, well nice for him. The smarter kids were working on an escape plan and Tessa...... she was being Tessa.<br><br>he had already placed his two micro burgers in his bag and had gone back to his seat but Max and Stefy seemed intent on killing the little amount of calm in the room "would you two can it!" he said loudly "the last thing we need is to be arguing" he sighed and ran a hand through his still messy hair "lets just stay calm until the morning and we can figure it all out when the door opens in the morning" he picked his guitar back up and began to play again, hopefully it would calm everyone down some more. <br><br>Jesses idea had him look up as she spoke but when she removed her top he suddenly needed to concentrate on his guitar to hide the blush, he just hoped she or everyone else didn't notice.
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				Title: <strong>Re: lockdown- School of Horrors (ic thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>08-01-2013, 00:57:51</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c195/TheOneTheOnlyTheShane/0000ryt3small.jpg)</div><br><strong> Max the Jester</strong><br><br><br>"Trying being the operative word. Criticism can be constructive or destructive, guess which she's doing?" He said to Brad, the question being rhetorical; though he half-expected that the jock might try to answer it. Still, though, their was lots of talking, mostly being directed at him, and he responded, in turn, to each of them.<br><br>"Because you're a sociopath, and being in close proximity to the emotions gives you a thrill." he'd say to Stefy; though he actually doubted that was the case, he spoke with a clear conviction that would have others hard pressed to see his doubt; he spoke so genuinely, it would be next-to-impossible for anybody to see that his words were purely meant to rile her up. <br><br>However, she was willing to play along, it seems, considering her contribution; he dutifully collects it, and as he does so, tosses a quarter in her direction, with a cheeky smirk on his face, whilst giving her a wink. "You'll never excite the crowds like that. They like it when you're slower to strip." Oh yes, he just implied she was a stripper; and a cheap one, at that. And yet, his words were deadpan and posed as if this was meant to be truly constructive criticism, and not an insult.&nbsp; Nate's call for him to can it is apparently ignored, but then again, he was quick to switch the subject; and hopefully Stefy wouldn't return to the verbal-abuse-fest, because Max is utterly incapable of letting her have the last word. <br><br>"Now we're thinking with portals." He'd say to Jess, this time genuinely complimenting her; though given his tendency towards sarcasm, and how he poses it so well as sincerity, she might actually be hard pressed to take his compliment as genuinely as it was intended. That was the downside to what he did.<br><br>"If I was setting it up, I would have one in each of the corners of the room, at the very least. Carefully positioned, the four would provide a full view of everything, with multiple angles.&nbsp; The heads of the sprinklers in the ceiling would make a good place, as well. However, certain objects, like the speaker system, are more likely to draw our attention; I believe we were all actively looking at the speaker system when the announcement came on? Likely, there is one, or several cameras there as well, so they can see our faces, and observe our reactions. They're being voyeurs about this, after all." <br><br>"Ironically, using the desks to create a frame, and using clothing to cover that frame, in the direct center of the room would likely be the best idea. It's right in the center, and where most cameras are likely to have view of, but that means we're unlikely to end up incorporating a hidden camera that would render our attempts at obfuscation an absolute failure. I sincerely doubt that their are any hidden cameras worked into the desks themselves, but we should sweep over them, at any rate; they're tiny little buggers, but on something like a school desk, they should stick out readily enough." <br><br>"The other thing we need to be careful of, is ensuring that none of the paper we write on is ever viewable by a camera system. So, unless it's being used in cover, it should be kept in a book bag; though maybe we should also check our bags to make sure their hasn't been anything implanted on them." As he spoke, he made sure to collect the clothing offered by Jess, and sets them all into a small pile by his side; soon enough, his own shirt is joining that pile, revealing his flat stomach, and wiry musculature. His hat finds its way back onto his head. <br><br>Unlike Nate, Max seems to show no reaction at all to Jess having less clothing on. <br><br>"We also can't ever talk about what we write, because speakers could really and truly be anywhere." Suddenly, a frown crosses his face. "<em>Criminy. </em> We need to set up some kind of bathroom in here, or else this is going to become a very painful night's stay."
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				Title: <strong>Re: lockdown- School of Horrors (ic thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caehlim</strong> on <strong>08-01-2013, 02:01:18</strong>
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				Dyllan offered his pullover to the set of clothes, it was getting too warm for it anyway and he wore a t shirt beneath it. He saw Brad examine his bottle of scotch and hoped he didn't start drinking. Brad already reminded him too much of his dad as it was. He was surprised by the relatively friendly request from Brad. He thought it&nbsp; might be a trap, but if Brad wanted to torment him he would anyway. So he went over to Brad, feeling a bit nervous about touching him he put his hand on the injured shoulder. He had done a first aid course so he knew the basic idea but had never tried it on a real person before. <br><br>"like this?" He asked. He was worried how Brad was going to react when they realigned his arm. He knew it would hurt and was worried Brad would take it personally, but he wasn't going to reject this olive branch from Brad. Maybe he'd even get a bit of respect from the jock.
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				Title: <strong>Re: lockdown- School of Horrors (ic thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hotaru37</strong> on <strong>08-01-2013, 02:14:01</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img.poptower.com/pic-81900/emmy-rossum.jpg?d=600)</div><br><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Raye McDuke</strong></span><br><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Goody Goody/Jock</span><br><br>Raye sighed nodding when she realized that Max was right about not knowing where the cameras were to avoid anything they wrote would not get read and they couldn’t create a code to write without discussing it.&nbsp; She sat herself on a nearby desk with a thoughtful look on her face, unsure at the moment what else she could do to try and help them all.&nbsp; When Stefy added her own two cents, Raye found herself rolling her eyes at the fact that she was talking and them stripping.&nbsp; She herself wasn’t the type to strip not feeling comfortable in less clothes then what she was wearing now and she figured she might not be the only one.&nbsp; Raye bit her lip as Max sassed Stefy, she wanted to laugh but figured that doing that now would not be the best time.&nbsp; <br><br>She had caught the dark frown that Brad had given her earlier and had known it was better just for her to leave him alone.&nbsp; Now, her mind was on something else, this problem at hand and she knew Brad was good at fending for himself.&nbsp; She heard him call for Dyllan and looked over curiously catching what he was saying to him and realized with a jolt what had happened.&nbsp; She was glad that he hadn’t asked her, she would never have been able to do it and see him in pain.&nbsp; &nbsp;She was shocked from Brad as her eyes caught Stefy taking off her dress suit and throwing it at Max, it seemed his words had gotten to her.&nbsp; <br><br>She also was a little surprised when Jess took off her shirt too, to help with what they were trying to do as well.&nbsp; There might be hope yet but she wasn’t holding her breath though.&nbsp; “Keep the notebook.&nbsp; We can use it.&nbsp; It is mostly empty.”&nbsp; All it really had was the two lists she made and several doodles in the pages.&nbsp; She missed Nate trying to get Max and Stefy to can their arguing for she had gone back to her own bags remembering something else that she had in her bags.&nbsp; Out of her duffel bag she pulled out her hockey jacket and her earlier discarded basketball jacket along with bottles of water that she sat on the desk beside what was left of the burgers.&nbsp; She heard the music from Nate’s guitar and it made her feel a little more relaxed.&nbsp; “I have bottles of water we can drink as well.&nbsp; At least we won’t go thirsty either.”<br><br>Raye sighed that Max wasn’t listening to Nate’s words and shot him a look unsure exactly by his tone how Stefy would take his words.&nbsp; “Max, I don’t think I have enough advil for all this.”&nbsp; She rubbed at her temples pleading with him silently to tone it down.&nbsp; She went quiet as he started to explain probably where cameras would be and tried to listen the best she could her eyes scanning silently the places he said as he spoke them trying to make a mental note of each.&nbsp; She rubbed her temples again, there was just so much to remember and so much to do, did they really stand a chance? <br><br>She dropped her jackets into the pile of clothes that Max was making beside him silently, she would have offered more but she wasn’t comfortable enough to take off her own shirt.&nbsp; Raye blinked as Max took off his shirt as well, it was uncomfortable enough with Stefy and Jess stripping but if all the guys started stripping as well.&nbsp; She ducked her head back into her bag to hide her swiftly&nbsp; reddening cheeks, the innocent goody goody not use to this at all.&nbsp; When he spoke about a bathroom and groaned into her bag.&nbsp; “There has to be something in the school rules against this shit…”&nbsp; She muttered into her bag in anger, her rant about school rules lost in the recesses of her bag.
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				Title: <strong>Re: lockdown- School of Horrors (ic thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheWizardofOz</strong> on <strong>08-01-2013, 03:02:53</strong>
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				Pauly<br><br>After calming down from his little panic attack, Paul just sat in the corner thinking of what he could do while at the same time watching everyone else's interactions. He out his books away and took out his MacBook Pro and started charging it. He tried going into Facebook but there was Internet somehow, he then saw one of the others had no reception, he checked his phone and was not getting any either. "Whoever is doing this is asking it pretty seriously about whatever he's trying to do, I'm not getting any reception in my phone or laptop." He said in a sort of loud voice, hoping someone heard him. He didn't really care if no one heard him, he didn't really like to get involved in all the drama this school had. He just sat there, playing games on his laptop.
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				Title: <strong>Re: lockdown- School of Horrors (ic thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CarnivorousBunny</strong> on <strong>08-01-2013, 04:04:25</strong>
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				<div align="center">(http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y112/shit_brick/Character%20Pix/IRL%20Women/Brunettes%20Western/lost_message_by_LittleFlairsmaller_zps5d9998ad.jpg)<br><strong>Red Wilson</strong><br><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">(a level 25 pixie warlock to some, an eating machine to others, and a geek to most)</span></div><br><em>Shit, no signal, </em>Red thinks, glaring at her phone.&nbsp; Whoever is behind this sure when though a lot of trouble.&nbsp; Whoever this is would have to have access to the school late at night.&nbsp; It would HAVE to have been an inside job.&nbsp; Were the janitors paid to install the cameras?&nbsp; And what about the students?&nbsp; Her thoughts were interupted by Stefy mocking Dyllan.&nbsp; Instead of anger she felt exasperation.&nbsp; Obviously Stefy wasn't taking the situation as seriously as she ought to.&nbsp; <br><br>Ignoring the bought between Max and Stefy (except for that stripper joke, that was gold and merited a smirk), she picked up the list that Rayne had thrown at her little group to study it, curling over it to cover the list, using her phone as light to read.<br>Red, for the most part, agreed with what was written.&nbsp; <strong>"I don't think cliques should be a factor in the death order,"</strong> Red said jokingly.&nbsp; Because Stefy wasn't blond, was the unsaid thought behind that.&nbsp; She closed the notebook then placed it in the middle of the group.<br><br><strong>"As for cameras and microphones, Max is right.&nbsp; I also would have placed one in every corner of the room, then maybe one under the teacher's table, and a few on some dark colored objects that would not have been as obvious, but somewhere where they could get a closer look with different angles, like a dark doorjamb or blackboard frame.&nbsp; Or maybe even one beside, under or inside a trashcan with some garbage to cover it up.<br>"Speaking of trashcans, Max, maybe you could just piss in there."</strong> Red said, smirking at him, not afraid to check him out openly as he slipped his shirt off.&nbsp; <br><br>Red wasn't about to strip, but she wasn't one to let a good thing go by without enjoying it.&nbsp; <br><strong>"Looking good, Max."</strong> Red said after a long whistle.&nbsp; Under her own loose, flimsy shirt was nothing but a small, tight red tube top, and she wasn't very comfortable showing that to this particular group.<br>From the corner of her eye she was keeping an eye on Dyllan, who Brad had asked to come over.&nbsp; Apparently Brad was more hurt than she initially thought.&nbsp; Red couldn't help but feel a little bad.<br><br>Without really looking to Paul, she responded, <strong>"My phone's dead too.&nbsp; If this is a joke,"</strong> Red said referring to Stefy's constant claims that it was, <strong>"this person sure is putting way too much money in to it."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: lockdown- School of Horrors (ic thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Roen</strong> on <strong>09-01-2013, 18:08:04</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/6/62/Radbrad3.jpg)</div>"Git up there." Brad barked and frowned as he only half watched Dyllan climbing the desk behind his chair for leverage, he could see how nervous the little wimp was about the whole thing, which naturally immediately made him much more relaxed. <em><strong>Ain't nothin' but one more torture</strong></em>, He said to himself, and he even went ahead to prove that point, when Dyllan carefully pressed his skinny knee to Brad's muscular right upper back. The moment the two bodies touched, Brad screamed with agonizing pain, bawling from the top of his lungs, "OH JESUS! OH JESUS MERRY FUCKING JOSEPH CRHIST! WHAT DID YOU DO?! MY BACK! MY LEGS! I CAN'T FEEL MY LEGS!!! AAAAARGH! I'M GONNA KILL YOU!!" And then he turned around to flash a charming-yet-devious grin at the weaker boy, whose paleness reached a sickly green point, where it looked like he was about to hurl. "Nah, just fucking with ya. <strong>Don’t</strong> you FUCKING puke on my jacket, you hear?" he pointed a warning finger at Dyllan, "Now put what little back you have into it, push the knee in and hold my shoulder with both hands, right there. Now…three… two… one… PULL!" Brad called out, immediately feeling the sharp lightning of pain impaling his right shoulder, felt like it was splitting his body into two. If he wasn't in so much pain, he would have wondered whether that was how Stefy feels whenever he goes anal on her. That was actually not the first time Brad has had his shoulder dislocated and relocated, so he knew what to expect, and used every last stubbornness bone in his body to restrain any cry of pain, only emitting a couple painful squeaks and gasping sounds as he grinded his teeth like never before. <br><br>"Harder… harder… HARDER, YOU SHITWORM!" Brad 'encouraged' Dyllan until they both could feel that nauseating knack as the shoulder clicked back into its place. Brad quickly bent forward, placing his forehead between his knees, focusing all of his will power in the task of not puking, his skin quickly turned sickly yellow and his joints as pale as ping pong balls, for a moment there- he was almost as weak and fragile. He remained in that state for a longer moment more, and then he growled and slowly gained enough strength to sit up. Breathing in deeply through his nostrils, he turned his gaze backwards, to see Dyllan's worried and nervous expression… that wasn't all he saw in his eyes; there was also that… gleam, that shine, was he… proud? No… Gloating? Not overly. Brad squinted, using his thick brows for additional dramatic value. <em><strong>Is that little Marry two-shoes enjoying this?</strong></em> He was more stunned by that revelation than anything else. Dyllan's expression switched from nervous to questioning, which Brad form this crooked little smile, "How did it go?" Brad answered the gaze, and before Dyllan could do anything about it, he wrapped his muscular left arm around the back of the boy's neck, pulling his head into his lap, while his previously useless right hand folded into a fist and rubbed roughly against the boy's scalp, an ancient torturing technique, more commonly known as 'The Noogy'. "Oh, yeah! I tink it worked just fine, dontcha!?" He laughed loudly as he rubbed the other's head, his manner being less ill-willed than usual. It was almost… fondly? "Now run along and play Candy land with your pretty little girlfriends." Brad directed Dyllan back towards Max and the rest of them pathetic losers and their childish card games, smirking at the other guys, "maybe next year you'll learn some big boy games."&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: lockdown- School of Horrors (ic thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caehlim</strong> on <strong>10-01-2013, 00:07:11</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i425.photobucket.com/albums/pp340/daggeroflath/dyllansmall_zps351171d4.jpg)<br><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Dyllan</strong></span><br><strong>The Room</strong></div></div>Dyllan climbed the chair, following Brad's instructions. He was starting to feel sick with nervous tension, but he set he set his knee in place trying to get the limited strength of his whole body lined up. If he did it quickly, it wasn't going to hurt Brad as much. While the thought crossed his mind that delivering a little pain to Brad might be some deserved payback, he knew that their 'relationship' didn't work that way. All the pain was delivered one way, from Brad to him. Anything going back the other way went against the natural order of things, and he didn't think Brad would put up with it without giving him some payback of his own on top of the regular allotment of torment.<br><br>He was distracted thinking about lining himself up correctly when Brad let out his scream of pain. He flinched so hard that he almost fell off the desk, thinking 'ohgod ohgod ohgod, he's really going to kill me this time, what did I just do'. He almost fainted with relief when Brad turned and smiled at him, just another joke to embarrass and humiliate him in front of everyone. He didn't know why Brad bothered with that sometimes. Surely everyone at school already knew that Dyllan was just a chew-toy to big alpha dog Brad.<br><br>His heart was still pounding from the fear, but he actually felt a bit more comfortable now as he got ready to reset the arm. Brad's little joke, showed that he knew exactly what Dyllan was afraid of and if he was willing to make a joke out of it, he probably wouldn't take it seriously later. That was what gave him the confidence to set himself back up and on the count of three pull back with all the strength and weight he could manage. The snaps and crackles he heard made him a little greener, but it seemed to work.<br><br>When Brad turned at looked at him, they were both pale and looking a bit sickly. Dyllan stared at him, wondering 'did it work? did I fix it? is he going to pound me for this?'. After a moment the prolonged eye contact from so close became uncomfortably awkward for Dyllan. Both of them breathing so heavily it seemed somehow intimate.<br><br>Brad solved the awkwardness of the moment in typical Brad-fashion by wrestling his head into a lock and giving him a noogy. It hurt a little, but was far from the most dreaded tool in Brad's arsenal. Somewhere in the back of his head, possibly the very spot Brads knuckles were tormenting, Dyllan associated noogies with Brad not having the time, energy or creativity to mess with Dyllan in another way and just reminding him of his place when they ran into one another. It was almost a handshake or a wave. This wasn't even a particularly bad one, though he struggled to pull his head out of Brad's lap and get out of the noogy.<br><br>When Brad released him, Dyllan staggered back a little relieved by how well the whole thing had gone. Brad seemed calmer now than he had been when he first charged into the room and it seemed he was done with tormenting Dyllan, at least for the moment. <br><br>He walked back over the desk where people had been playing cards, glancing nervously back over at Brad a few times out of sheer spinal reflex. He wondered what Brad meant about 'Big boy games'. He even felt a little bit proud of himself for surviving that little encounter and smiled nervously as he approached the table,<br>"What's going on?" he asked, not having spared any attention for the rest of the room while his focus had been solely on Brad.
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				Title: <strong>Re: lockdown- School of Horrors (ic thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>10-01-2013, 14:26:41</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c195/TheOneTheOnlyTheShane/0000ryt3small.jpg)</div><br><strong> Max the Jester</strong><br><br>"Lucky for you, Raye, I always have a travel bottle of Bayer on me." He would say in response to her mentioning that she didn't have enough Advil for his shenanigans.&nbsp; Although if he actually did, that'd be another violation of school rules, because in this day and age, schools were so anal retentive&nbsp; about what kids could and couldn't have on their persons.&nbsp; Then again, it's also possible that Max is just trying to get a laugh out of her.&nbsp; "I was a Boy Scout, you know. <em>Always be prepared. </em> Sadly, they did not have courses on surviving in a school-turned-prison."<br><br>"And yes, the violations of school rules are piling up faster than the clothes. Do yourself a favor, Raye; <em>let it go. </em> The situation's changed, and if you keep hanging onto that, it's going to get you hurt." Oh god. That was probably enough to make everybody stop in their tracks. Max was just sincere and serious; actually worried about someone's well being.&nbsp; At this point, it is reasonable to assume that he has been replaced by some sort of Doppleganger. <br><br>But then, he turned his attention to Red, when he gets her compliment, and he smiles widely at her. "Thanks!&nbsp; You are looking quite awesome yourself." He would wink at her in an over-the-top, flirtatious manner. It certainly wouldn't be the first or the last time he's done something like that to her; then again, he's also done it to several other girls, and even a few boys, though in the case of him doing it to boys, it was always meant to unsettle them, and make them want to leave Max alone. This flirtation of his, idle as it is, is at least intended as a flirtation.<br><br>Of course, the flirtation comes to an end when Brad starts screaming loud enough to wake the dead. Even Max flinches when he hears the jock, though for different reasons than Dyllan; Max was not afraid. His ears just hurt now. "Riiinging, slowly faaaading, awaaaay...." He would say, drawing the words out in a sing-songy way. And some may note, that Max has an almost spot on Baritone voice.<br><br>As Dyllan approached, Max looked him over, just to make sure he was relatively alright, all things considered. "We are gathering clothes to create a spot hidden from cameras so we can write notes to each other as a means of silent communication that can't be intercepted.&nbsp; It might help us figure out a way out of here, without tipping the watchers off. Care to make a donation?" He'd ask as he pats the small pile of clothes next to him.<br><br>His attention, however, turns back towards Red. "You should donate, too! I'll even give you a whole dollar." He says, with his voice being charmingly sweet, energetic, and laughably childish. He was cute and endearing, in a way, at least to some people.<br><br>Also, he was going to give her a whole dollar! Which may or may not be true, it's hard to know with Max if he's being serious or not. That was&nbsp; really, though, made in reference, to how he threw a quarter to Stefy when she donated her shirt.&nbsp; He didn't make mention of that directly, though; he stifled his need to be an asshole to that girl, because he knew that if he wanted to get out of this damned thing alive, it would behoove him to be more... amicable. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: lockdown- School of Horrors (ic thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caehlim</strong> on <strong>11-01-2013, 03:37:30</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i425.photobucket.com/albums/pp340/daggeroflath/dyllansmall_zps351171d4.jpg)<br><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Dyllan</strong></span><br><strong>The Room</strong></div></div>Dyllan walked back expecting to find that card game people had discussed. After the stress of dealing with Brad's shoulder, he felt like a relaxing game would actually be a welcome change of pace. Instead he found out that people had started focusing on the dilemma of their captivity, it was probably a better use of their time but it didn't offer much relaxation. Particularly since the current plan seemed to involve a lot more nudity than he would have expected. <br><br>He tried to look anywhere except for Max's bare chest or Jess's much more revealing undershirt. Either one risked embarrassing himself. What if he liked looking at Max's chest too much or Jess' not enough? So he looked down at his scuffed shoes a lot as he listened to Max. He glanced up as Max asked for a donation to the clothing cause though,<br>"But I already gave you my pullover. I've just got my t-shirt left." but he realized he could hardly complain about going bare-chested to Max who had already done so. In the warm room he might be more comfortable without the top if he'd been alone, but he didn't want to take it off with so many people watching, especially Brad. "Do you need it?" he asked, his voice hesitant, but he gripped the bottom of the t-shirt ready to pull it off over his head, toying nervously with the edges.<br><br>"Jess, I've been thinking about your question, but maybe I should write the answer down once we get the fort assembled. It seems like the sort of thing we're making it for."
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				Title: <strong>Re: lockdown- School of Horrors (ic thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hotaru37</strong> on <strong>11-01-2013, 04:00:53</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img.poptower.com/pic-81900/emmy-rossum.jpg?d=600)</div><br><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Raye McDuke</strong></span><br><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Goody Goody/Jock</span><br><br>Raye watched from her spot as Red took a moment to read the lists she made up and couldn’t help the smirk that crossed her face at the other girl’s words.&nbsp; She knew what Red meant by her statement and couldn’t help but agree with her and whispered into her ear her response.&nbsp; “Are we sure she don’t dye it?”&nbsp; She couldn’t help the chuckle that escaped her as she watched Red close the book until they could get everything ready to try and make a plan. <br><br>Though now that she had buried herself into her duffel bag when the stripping started hoping to hide her blush but that didn’t last long as Max said that he had Bayer if she needed it.&nbsp; Her rant that she just had forgotten as she was close to starting in on him for carrying stuff into school that he wasn’t suppose to have, when she realized the blush she had was only increasing as she looked at him.&nbsp; To save herself she had to duck her head back into her duffel bag pretending to look for something as he started talking about boy scouts and no courses on something like they were facing now.&nbsp; “I don’t think even Boy Scouts could prepare anyone for something like this.”&nbsp; She responded from the duffel bag refusing to look up.&nbsp; <br><br>When he started speaking of letting go of the rules, Raye’s head shot up in surprise at the seriousness of his tone.&nbsp; “It is not as easy as you think it is to just give up the rules and regulations…”&nbsp; For Raye giving up the rules was the equal to giving up what little control she had.&nbsp; Even if in this situation she had no control thinking about the rules was the only thing keeping her grounded and from going nuts.&nbsp; She didn’t like showing weakness to others and always defended herself without hesitation in a calm way.&nbsp; For a moment there was a flash of something that usually wasn’t in the goody goody’s eyes like fear before it disappeared as she grabbed her stuff to move across the room.&nbsp; &nbsp; <br><br>She could hear Brad and Dyllan on the other side of the room as Dyllan put Brad’s dislocated shoulder back into place. Raye knew that Brad was fooling with Dyllan some before the quieter boy finally got Brad’s shoulder back in place.&nbsp; She past the other boy as she dropped her stuff a couple seats away from Brad’s before plopping herself on a desk nearby.&nbsp; “Everything good again then?”&nbsp; She asked softly swinging her feet slightly as she turned her face toward him. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: lockdown- School of Horrors (ic thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chasseybaby</strong> on <strong>11-01-2013, 05:12:27</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i263.photobucket.com/albums/ii130/Chasseybaby/pinkiller_30_zps8d85d8c4.jpg)<br><strong>Tessa<br>Troublemaker/Artist</strong><br></div>Tessa groaned as Stefy started bitching which was really bring down her buzz. She had a mind to take her make shift crowbar across her pretty little face but was surprised when one of her little minions came over a took a hit from her joint.&nbsp; She smiled at the girl and nodded, putting the bud to her mouth and took another deep drag and flicked the end out the cracked window. “No problem…” She leaned back against the wall listening to Nate play his guitar. Everyone seemed to fade away as the music made the room less crowed. Nate was such a talent with his fingers. Plucked the strings and moving to the right cords with delicacy. He was also cute to boot, in her book. Painting him would be the ultimate high for her.&nbsp; She wondered if he would let her draw him naked… What? What was that? She shook her head and rubbed her face. What was the matter with her? Nate didn’t like her, no one in this room liked her so why was she daydreaming about Nate naked? She jumped from the desk and rummaged through her bag and pulled out her stash of weed and looked it over. Pissed she threw it back in her bag and pulled out her half opened tequila bottle. Twisting off the cap she took two gulps and took a few deep breaths.&nbsp; Her skin felt too tight for her body and the lack of air was making her way too hot. Bad weed, she concluded, unaware of the avrodesiacte moving about the room. <br><br>She turned to the others and noticed Max collecting clothes and made her way over. She threw in her leather jacket, making sure to take out her smokes, lighter, and car keys from the pockets. She then stripped off her Avenge Sevenfold shirt, leaving her in an electric blue leopard print bra. She let out a sigh of relief as her skin felt a bit cooler without her clothes. She turned to the others with her hands on her hips as she dared anyone to say something. Scars and cigarette burns littered her bod, and were covered up by tattoos of little monster of Dracula, Frankinstein, and other 1930’s 1940’s horror monsters.&nbsp; She hid her past monsters with her little ones to remind her not to be scared of anything. <br><br>She picked up her bag and started pulling whatever she thought would be usefully to them. Another bottle of booze, vodka, a box of Twinkies for when she got high, a half opened bag of Doritos from lunch, and a bottle of vicoden, for when she was injured during roller derby. She shook the bottle at Brad and set it on the desk as she clipped her bag closed and set down on the floor. She knew what Brad was going through was hell, having the same injury herself many of times on the rink. She was surprised he didn’t ask her for her help but shrugged it off as him being to chicken to ask a woman for help. The nerd, Dyllan? Looked a bit green after pulling a bone back into place and rolled her eyes. <br><br>Tessa sighed as she opened the box of twinkies and gave a soft smile. She remembered her first twinkie with Paul when they were kids. She didn’t have lunch again, her mom was passed out on the couch and her step dad had walked out the night before. She sat alone at the lunch table at school and Paul had been nice enough to share his with her. Slipping the twinkie in two, he gave her the bigger half because he said she would be addicted with just one bite. She loved twinkies ever since. Pulling out two, she&nbsp; looked over at her long time friend and wondered why they lost touch. She brought the food and the bottle of vodka over and smiled down at him. “Seat taken?” she asked holding out the sweet treat to him. “I heard they are addictive…” She felt dizzy and hot again as she watched Paul. His hair was still perfect, she always liked his hair. She use to think what it would be like to run her fingers through it, or to pull it while he… She shook her head mentally and took a deep breath. Yep, bad weed. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: lockdown- School of Horrors (ic thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AribethAmkiir</strong> on <strong>11-01-2013, 06:03:50</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1087.photobucket.com/albums/j480/Erion2451/emma-roberts-empire-state.jpg)</div>The student council president pulled the bottom of her white camisole tank top back down to cover her briefly exposed flat stomach.&nbsp; An appreciative smile touched her lips as she noticed Nate blush and look away.&nbsp; Her left index finger tucked her auburn hair behind her ear as she watched him a moment longer and hoped for eye contact.&nbsp; She'd always had a crush on Nate.&nbsp; He had been one of the three high school guys she'd have been with in an instant, if only they had traveled in the same circles.&nbsp; High school was over now, and the popularity game didn't mean shit anymore.&nbsp; She still wanted to see her new car, but spending time with the musician in a confined space didn't sound all that bad.<br><br>Jess was drawn from her daydream by Max's response which earned him a sidelong look.&nbsp; She was unsure what "thinking with portals" meant.&nbsp; As it often went with Max she didn't know if he was being a smartass or not.&nbsp; Still, he seemed to answer her question, though his answer made her regret the query.&nbsp; From what she could tell, he was claiming that cameras could be anywhere and likely even with their makeshift screen the culprits of this "prank" would still have eyes on them.&nbsp; <br><br>Her eyes surveyed the others.&nbsp; It seemed like they either hadn't picked up on what Max had actually said or they were hoping that this half-baked idea would actually work as several of them decided to donate their own clothing.&nbsp; She watched as Raye dug in her bag while Dyllan and Brad began an awkwardly odd little bromance that resulted in Dyllan receiving a noogy and Brad getting his shoulder back in socket.&nbsp; The jock never did make any sense and why he had picked the smallest boy, someone who should hate Brad with every inch of his body, to help him was beyond Jess' capacity for logic.&nbsp; She simply shook her head and rolled her eyes when Tessa upped the ante by stripping down to her bra.<br><br>She turned to Dyllan when he brought up her question and&nbsp; told her they'd talk about it later.&nbsp; She had to wonder if he was trying to be polite and her idea had actually been stupid.&nbsp; She gave him a "no big deal" nod, figuring that idea was likely one of the worst he'd ever heard, and deciding that if he was willing to let it slide she was more than willing to keep her idiocy quiet.<br><br><strong>"You guys think if we make enough noise someone will come find us?"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: lockdown- School of Horrors (ic thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>azzmeister89</strong> on <strong>11-01-2013, 10:33:49</strong>
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				(http://www.hot2me.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/06/Romulo-Pires-587x311.jpg)<br><br>Nate continued to concentrate more then necessary as the stripping continued, Tessa in her usual style took it further then the other girls and went down to just her bra, tattoo's covered her body and Nate had to admit she was one of those girls who could pull tats off "i guess i might as well help too then" he said placing his guitar down before removing his own shirt and throwing it to max, he was surprisingly more muscular then he looked, not as strong as Brad in any means but he looked like he worked out at the least.<br><br>now topless he went back to his guitar, even with the broken window close by he could feel how hot it was in the room, no doubt they would all be sweating soon enough no matter how much they took off.
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				Title: <strong>Re: lockdown- School of Horrors (ic thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>11-01-2013, 14:09:40</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c195/TheOneTheOnlyTheShane/0000ryt3small.jpg)</div><br><strong> Max the Jester</strong><br><br>"Honestly, Dyllan, I'm not sure just how much clothing I need to pull this off. It's all improv, you know?" But for now, if he didn't want to go topless, no biggie. He did contribute already. His eyes go to Tessa as he watches her strip; though his eyes are focused much more on all of her tattoos than any other part of her body, shockingly enough. He wasn't actually being a lech; he just really wanted to scope out her tats.<br><br><br><br>"Thanks for the donation." He would say as he took the clothing from the punk. Then came Nate's donation, and he got a tip of the hat, a silent thanks, this time around. <br><br>Initially, he had been quiet with Raye's response, wanting to deal with the clothes; and also, to think over something. "Unless you're secretly a wizard, I don't think there's an escape route in your bag, Raye. Why do you keep poking your head in there?" His first comment is phrased in a manner that was not condescending, but rather, as per his usual, designed to create mirth. The second part, his question, is phrased deadpan, but in a sort of childish manner, again, hoping to draw a laugh; and hopefully not coming off as a schizophrenic. The only mental disease he might have is mild narcissism, though it hasn't stopped people from calling him insane&nbsp; before.<br><br>"And yes, I do know how hard it is to let go.&nbsp; But, maybe that's the point.&nbsp; Maybe we all got picked because we <em>can't let go." </em>&nbsp; He posed the idea, not just to her, but to everyone. <br><br>His attention turned to Jess. "I don't imagine their is anyone left in the school at this point. Our school is set pretty far back from the road. It's <em>possible</em>, just highly doubtful; especially if their have been any sound barriers or dampeners put up, which is a lot easier to set up than a hidden camera network. <br><br>Finally, he stood up, and decided to start checking over the desks which did not currently have people at them. He not only visually checked them, but also did tapping checks--looking for hollow spots-- and dragged his fingers along them, everywhere. <br><br>If he finds any cameras, he's going to throw them into the trash bin. If he doesn't find any cameras on a desk, he ends up marking it with an 'X' from a red sharpie that he pulled from his pocket. This begs the question of 'why does Max have a red sharpie in his pocket?', which, to anyone who knows him, leads to the answer of 'This is Max we're talking about. Their are too many possible answers to list them all.' 
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				Title: <strong>Re: lockdown- School of Horrors (ic thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caehlim</strong> on <strong>11-01-2013, 15:18:52</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i425.photobucket.com/albums/pp340/daggeroflath/dyllansmall_zps351171d4.jpg)<br><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Dyllan</strong></span><br><strong>The Room</strong></div><br></div>Dyllan was relieved that Max wasn't asking him to strip further, but in the heat of the room almost wanted to take the t-shirt off anyway. He didn't though, at least for now. <br><br>"Actually I guess there's no point keeping this secret from them" he said, pointing at the ceiling, "they'll already know if they set up those bars. There are three ways of causing something to short-circuit. The first is to do something that increases the electrical resistance, causing it to heat up until it burns. That's fine for your smaller wires, but these are solid metal bars. They're not going to be that fragile. They're already getting hot from the resistance, I think, that's probably why the room is getting so warm. They're like little electrical heaters."<br><br>"The second way is to trip a safety switch or fuse, but they're obviously not built with safety in mind so I doubt they even have one. Last way is to divert the power in a direction it's not meant to go, bridging the gap by some conductive material or water. You can fry some of the components if the current flows the wrong way. That's fine for circuitry but like I said before these are just solid metal bars, the electricity is just flowing through them from one side to the other. There's nowhere to divert it."<br><br>"We could probably do more if we could find the transformer that's feeding them off the electrical grid or the generator if they operate independently... but that's probably outside this room somewhere."<br><br>As he always did when stating a fact, his voice grew confident and excited. He was nervous about everything else, but science gave you solid reliable information that you could count on and he trusted his own intelligence if nothing else.
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				Title: <strong>Re: lockdown- School of Horrors (ic thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>mj2002</strong> on <strong>11-01-2013, 15:54:41</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/HqZjq.jpg)<br><div style="text-align: right;">Stefy&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <br></div></div><br>Stefy looked at all the activities of the different people and stood back for a little while, letting the children unfold their little schemes. None of them would likely bear any fruit, but if they did than it was better for everyone. She shrugged as a few people made remarks at her, it's not as if these kids' opinions of her were of any relevance anyway. She frowned a little as Tessa seemed to have no issue at all with taking off her top so easily, no insecurity in that individual that much was obvious. She saw her take out the keys from her jacket and figured she had forgotten to do the same. Quickly she recovered the keys to her Beemer from her jacket. <br><br>Her eyes glanced over the other people who decided to take off some clothes. Especially Max caught her attention, since he was pretty lean and good looking. Her sight lingered over him for a moment, after which she came to a sudden realization about the whole clothing idea. Directed at no one in particular, she spoke; "<strong>I don't mean to sound like a bitch or anything... well who am I kidding, actually I do but that's besides the point. Donating all these clothes is fine and all, but we could just as well use a phone to type messages on and view them while covering the screen with your hand, right?</strong>" She looked around at the group, pretty certain that she had made a rather smart suggestion just now. <br><br>The issue of the electrified railings on the windows sounded like a problem that ought to be solved by the men in their group, so she wisely decided not to interfere with that conversation. She knew better than to mix herself into such problems, since she was quite useless when it came to technology, mechanics, etc. Instead, she decided to aid Max in checking the desks and tables for small camera's. In the process, she'd be able to get a good look at his upper body. "<strong>Found any yet?</strong>", she asked him after searching a few tables herself.
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				Title: <strong>Re: lockdown- School of Horrors (ic thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CarnivorousBunny</strong> on <strong>11-01-2013, 16:15:37</strong>
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				<div align="center">(http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y112/shit_brick/Character%20Pix/IRL%20Women/Brunettes%20Western/lost_message_by_LittleFlairsmaller_zps5d9998ad.jpg)<br><strong>Red Wilson</strong><br><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">(a level 25 pixie warlock to some, an eating machine to others, and a geek to most)</span></div><br><strong>"Ah, there is hope yet!"</strong> Red responded to Raye, with a small chuckle of her own. Red had to say, she should have made friends with Raye much sooner.&nbsp; This broad was turning out to be pretty cool.<br><br>The realigning of Brad's arm was quite..icky.&nbsp; Red couldn't really watch directly, so she kept an ear open and just watched Max dance around the room.&nbsp; There was a loud cry from Brad, and some insults. When she turned to see Dyllan returning, he was a little ruffled, but in one piece and that was enough for her.&nbsp; She turned back to the shirtless people and wondered if she was enjoying this a little too much.&nbsp; Was it her imagination, or did Jess look sexier than usual?&nbsp; Not to mention the fact that she had a hard time keeping her eyes off Max's stomach.<br><strong>"Hmm?"</strong> She looked up at Max, her ogling interrupted about his offer to trade her a dollar for her shirt.&nbsp; The she noticed Dyllan fiddling with the ends of his shirt.&nbsp; She <em>really</em> wanted to see him take that off.&nbsp; Surprisingly, it took some restraint to stop herself from pouncing on him and ripping his shirt off him.&nbsp; <strong>"If we don't have enough clothes after your collecting, I will give my shirt."</strong> She said to Max pragmatically.<br><br>Red watched Tessa's display, and she was quite surprised.&nbsp; She could only respond in one way, <strong>"Cute bra."</strong> Red always envied people with tattoos.&nbsp; She'd be skinned alive at home if she got one.<br>Apart from increasingly warm, Red was giddy for some reason, which didn't seem very appropriate for the situation.<br>Red was grateful for Jess' words.&nbsp; They were a distraction from her confusing feelings, <strong>"If these guys were crazy enough to install cameras and electrical bars, I'm sure they would have something for sound, but I don't see anything wrong with trying."</strong><br>And with Nate's shirt added to the pile, Red felt even more agitated.&nbsp; She hoped it didn't show on her face.&nbsp; Red took the candy bar from her pocket and started eating again.&nbsp; This time the chocolate was gooey, melting in to every crevice of her mouth, coating it in its intoxicating sweetness.&nbsp; It was almost too thick to swallow.<br><br>Red thought about Dyllan's words but didn't dare voice out her thoughts with possible bugs in the room.&nbsp; Candy bar in hand she follows Max and Stefy's lead, again thankful for something to occupy herself with.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: lockdown- School of Horrors (ic thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>11-01-2013, 17:25:23</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c195/TheOneTheOnlyTheShane/0000ryt3small.jpg)</div><br><strong> Max the Jester</strong><br><br>"Shockingly enough, that was only half the bitchiness as you usually use." Max said&nbsp; to Stefy, in what would seem to be a compliment, based on his tone; but his words, themselves, could easily turn it into an insult. It's kind of hard to tell what he meant, though that's to be somewhat expected from the Trickster.<br><br>"We could do that in the shelter. The problem with doing it out in the open is that we don't know where the cameras are, or their angles of view. If someone kept the screen fully covered, while another person kept the pad fully covered, and a third person typed, yes, it might work. However, that essentially requires three people working over one phone; plus if we want others to view what is typed, we have to keep the screen covered until they can approach, and block the screen with their face. I mean that quite literally. In the end, it would be just as hard as what we're doing here, plus, even if we did keep the screen covered, we'd also have to cover the hands of the person who is typing, because otherwise, you could just get a similar smart phone, look at the location of the keys, and use deductive reasoning to figure out what is being typed out. Which would still give away what is being communicated, which would defeat the whole purpose." In a shocking twist, he actually didn't mean to burst her bubble; it was a good idea. It just wouldn't work, and Max fully explained why he thought such.<br><br>"No, no cameras yet. That does make sense, there's not much to gain from having them on the chairs and tables. I just figured thoroughness is important here, you know?" His attention turned to Red, suddenly. "Hey, would you mind looking around the speaker? Like I said before, there's likely to be a camera in the places where we'll have our attention drawn to. " <br><br>Meanwhile, Max had some unspoken questions floating around in his head. Like, why Stefy was watching him so closely, or why red seemed to be giddy. She might not be showing it too much, but like a good performer, Max is damn good at reading the subtle signs and cues people give off.&nbsp; That's part of working a crowd, after all.<br><br>&nbsp;Also, why did he have a throbbing erection? This is not the time for sexy fun. This is the time for getting the hell out of dodge.&nbsp; But then again, if he might die tomorrow, he'd really like to get it on with Red at least once. Oh, oh, and Raye, oh yes. Ohh, the things he could show her, the fun they could have... <em>wait, wait, focus, focus.&nbsp; Must find cameras.</em> He chastises himself. <br><br>"Buh, it's hot in here. Can we get the windows cracked open to get some more air flow in here?" 
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				Title: <strong>Re: lockdown- School of Horrors (ic thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Roen</strong> on <strong>11-01-2013, 22:28:12</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/6/63/Radbrad5.jpg)</div>Brad watched as the various students in the room decided to abandon their seriously weak idea of playing cards for endless boring discussions of how to talk without their captors watching. Brad could only roll his eyes at that; such a nerdy mentality, hide away, curled up like scared little mouses… err…mice? Rats, at the dark corners under the tables, doing all they can not to be seen. Brad had no respect to that kind of thinking, never back down, never fucking surrender- that's one of the very few lessons he learned from his deadbeat of a father, that and how to drink an entire bottle of cheap scotch without running to the toilet like a squirmy little bitch. However, when Dyllan started acting all antsy about taking his shirt off, Brad actually found that even more offensive, and he walked right up to the two, "For god sake, grow some balls, will ya?" he snapped at the little nerd while quickly pulling his sleeveless jersey over his head, revealing his long and muscular body, with his chiseled and broad pecks, which were slightly hairy, followed by his perfectly tanned abs and the golden line leading down into his jeans. "There you go, make your little rabbit hole, why doncha." Brad told Max as he put his letterman jacket on, keeping it unzipped to cope with the heat. <br><br>The jock then went there to sit on the teacher's desk, where they assembled the food and water bottles, trying to follow the exchange of ideas, just to make sure not one of those sneaky weasels dared giving him the short end of the stick. However, Brad being Brad, he started getting bored about two minutes into the conversation, so he turned to look at the spread on the table. Fucking microwave hamburgers. He knew them all too well, wrapped in those thin plastic wrappers, eye soring with those radioactive bright blue and powder-juice orange colors, and that motherfucking hamburger cartoon with arms and legs, it was wearing a chef's hat, and holding a fork in one hand- a knife in the other; the hamburger mutant was descripted in mid jump, joyful as a teenager that just got laid. '<em><strong>Weee! Look at fucking little me! I'm about to stick a knife and a fork into my fucking flesh and eat myself alive!</strong></em>' Brad used to eat a lot of those when he was younger, almost every other day. Whenever he got back home from school and couldn't find his mother or any of her boiling pots over the stove, he would run up to the kitchen and open the dirty refrigerator door to find one of those little fuckers already defrosted and ready for microwaving. Seeing that shitty little lunch sitting there on the cold white grille, meant two things to the five, seven, ten, twelve and fourteen years old boy: 1. He is going to cook his own lunch and basically take care of himself for the rest of the day. 2. His mother was in her bedroom, not to be disturbed. Brad vividly remembered how that fucking cartoon used to taunt him in his dream- '<em><strong>Weeeee! Eat me, suck me, you little shit! Your mummy is crying there, bleeding like a sack of meat!</strong></em>' "Spineless little cunt!" Brad picked up the package nearest to him and threw it violently at the blackboard, the plastic ripped open, and the crumbling cold piece of meat escaped the buns to fall right to the dirty floor, folding to the point of breaking, two unappetizing pieces of gray meat, casually 'sitting' against the base of the wall, slowly sliding down to lie fully on the floor. <br><br>As he started to see red again, Brad started to panic. He had to do something quick, he just had to get it out somehow, maybe if he picked a nerd to punch, like one of these rubber balls they give away at those anger management seminars. Looking back to the group of misfits, Brad unintentionally tuned back in to the conversation, just as Dyllan started explaining why they couldn't short out those electric bars. Brad didn't hear that, though, much like any other physics class he has ever taken, the words simply bounced on his thick skull, worthlessly thrown into the unending void. He did, however, had a chance to understand three words: Water, Fry and Components. '<em><strong>Would you look at that</strong></em>,' He thought to himself, '<em><strong>Lousy Lynda actually thought of something useful!</strong></em>' But then, to Brad's complete surprise, they just kept on talking! They were coming up with new ideas of how to hide from that asshole behind the cameras, moving tables to create their wimpy little fort. "Seriously? You're not even gonna give this actually useful plan a go? What's next? Finding ways to make them kill you painlessly? Do I really have to be the only one around here with actual hairs on his sack?" He growled and jumped off the table, grabbing one of Raye's water bottles and walking cockily to the window, keeping a safe distance, giving Max a snarly look. "See, this is the difference between me and you. Nerds think, but real men do." With that charming slogan in mind, Brad opened the bottle and waved it in an aggressive arc towards the broken window, giving the bars a good spray, wasting half a bottle in one splash. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: lockdown- School of Horrors (ic thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caehlim</strong> on <strong>12-01-2013, 02:25:20</strong>
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				Dyllan felt stung by Stefy's words, as usual she had found a way to make him feel like a complete idiot. Sure the fort hadn't been his idea, but he had never even considered using a mobile phone. As soon as they had discovered that there was no signal, he had just forgotten about them. He'd always been bad at that sort of creative thinking and finding outside the box ways of using items. Here they were now, trying to survive with just what they had and he hadn't even thought of something so obvious. <br><br>Then Red looked disappointed in him when he didn't give up his T-shirt, even offering to give her own shirt if it was needed. He didn't want his friend to think he was so selfish that he'd keep his shirt, when as a girl she had so much more to reveal giving up hers but was willing to do it if he left them short. He was still thinking about this when Brad came up and taunted him about his lack of balls, demonstrating his own willingness to help out a plan he didn't even believe in by giving up his jersey as well.<br><br>Dyllan was very careful not to look at Brad's naked chest. The guy seemed like such a homophobe and had the idea of Dyllan being gay locked in his small brain. The fact that Dyllan really did want to look at Brad's naked chest, he tried not to think about. But regardless of Dyllan's actual sexuality, if Brad saw him looking at him in a way he didn't like, it might flip his switches again.<br><br>With everyone else seemingly willing to strip and mocking him for his shy body consciousness, he finally pulled the t-shirt over his head, succumbing to peer pressure. He didn't have Brad's mighty muscles, Nate's strong frame or even Max's wiry musculature, he was just thin. His mother's obsessive drive for good nutrition and banning any food that was likely to be advertised on TV meant he didn't have any fat on him and it showed whatever muscle there was more clearly, but his ectomorphic build and avoidance of dangerous sports (all of them in his opinion) hadn't given him much to work with.<br><br>The T-shirt was covering his head when Brad put his "Plan" into action. Dyllan had just removed the t-shirt when he saw the jock fling a bottle of water at the bars. For a split second he freaked out, wanting to warn Brad but unable to pull any words together. Then his thoughts kicked in with the fact that bottled water had such a low electrical conductivity along with the plastic bottle in the jock's hand that it was probably perfectly safe. Also, would it be so bad if Brad hurt himself. <br><br>That was another thought Dyllan wanted to avoid. He had fantasized a few times about some sort of bad karma befalling Brad for some of the suffering he had inflicted on Dyllan, but felt terrible about himself afterwards. He didn't want Brad to get hurt. Transferred to another school was different, he'd longed to have the bully either leave him alone or leave his life completely. But Dyllan didn't have the violence in him to wish any ill on Brad.<br><br>So he shrugged with a sigh of relief as the water hit the bars with the hissing sound of water hitting a hot skillet, set off a small cloud of steam and otherwise did nothing.
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				Title: <strong>Re: lockdown- School of Horrors (ic thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hotaru37</strong> on <strong>12-01-2013, 04:27:04</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img.poptower.com/pic-81900/emmy-rossum.jpg?d=600)</div><br><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Raye McDuke</strong></span><br><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Goody Goody/Jock</span><br><br>Raye couldn’t help the fact that she was blushing now that it seemed that everyone else was stripping as both Tessa and Nate had removed their shirts as well.&nbsp; She had caught a glimpse of Tessa’s tattoos and though she was curious, she couldn’t quite bring herself to look at them.&nbsp; She already felt extremely hot and she wasn’t sure if it was from the AC being turned off or the fact people were stripping.&nbsp; It may even be a little of both, all she knew was that Raye herself was close to stripping off more than just her jacket though her modesty was holding her back.&nbsp; The goody goody wasn’t use to stripping in front of people and she wasn’t planning on starting now in front of this crowd.&nbsp; <br><br>She looked in Jess’s direction hearing her question and shook her head in response, bur Maz answered her question before Raye could open her mouth to respond.&nbsp; Raye didn’t know why Max had waited to answer her comments until later but from on her new spot on a desk nearby Brad.&nbsp; “If I had a portkey under my sleeve we would already would be out of this sorry excuse for a hellhole.”&nbsp; She responded trying to cover the question using her secret obsession with the Harry Potter series to try and hide that she had been blushing and avoid the question about poking her head in her duffel bag.&nbsp; “Sorry, but my duffel bag is not a escape route.” She bit her lip to stop her chuckle.<br><br>In a way his next words did make a lot of sense, could that have been the reason they were chosen for this crazy game, because they hadn’t learned how to let go.&nbsp; But how could she let go of the rules, everything had rules to it even though they really didn’t know all the rules to this crazy game.&nbsp; Raye found that she didn’t have an answer to that and it truly gave her something to think about it, but it didn’t that she would be able to let go.&nbsp; She didn’t blink an eye as she watched Max pull a sharpie from his pocket marking desks she guessed he had checked for cameras.&nbsp; She would have helped but it was getting just too hot and moving around much at the moment just didn’t seem like a good idea to her.<br><br>She could hear Dyllan speaking about something dealing with the bars in the windows but she wasn’t really paying attention to him.&nbsp; &nbsp;Raye had officially stopped blushing and was feeling a lot better now, despite the heat that was beginning to make the room unbearable at least in her opinion.&nbsp; &nbsp;She couldn’t be bothered to listen to whatever Stefy was saying a little upset that this whole time in the room that the other girl had not bothered once to even check on her boyfriend.&nbsp; She twitched slightly, frowning at her before realizing that she could not even look at anyone that had taken their clothes off without blushing, but why?&nbsp; Maybe the heat was starting to get to her head and screw with all her emotions and such.<br><br>Raye narrowed her eyes at Stefy now following Max around and wondered what the other girl was doing.&nbsp; It looked like she was trying to help find camera, but Raye was quite observant from all her years catching rules breakers and noticed how Stefy was checking Max out.&nbsp; She filed the information away for the future seeing just how loyal Stefy was to her boyfriend, she hadn’t even checked on him when he dislocated his shoulder.&nbsp; How was that a girlfriend?&nbsp; Raye didn’t understand relationships and she certainly didn’t want to get into one.&nbsp; She caught Red’s return comment about Stefy and bit back anymore chuckles but agreed silently that Red was turning out to be pretty cool as well. <br><br>She became focused on how hot it was getting again wishing that she had something cooler to change into but that would mean taking off her clothes in the first place.&nbsp; She sighed and felt like beating her head against the desk at her own modesty as she watched Red following Stefy and Max trying to find cameras.&nbsp; &nbsp;Raye felt so weird, it was something that she couldn’t explain, for even as she didn’t want to take off her clothes wearing that was starting to become torture.&nbsp; Everytime she moved the clothes brushed against her skin like a caress making her feel more hot, it was torture to her like she had never experienced.&nbsp; Her mind so into the questions running through her head that she didn’t notice Brad get up until she heard something hit the blackboard.&nbsp; <br><br>Seeing the look on his face, Raye realized that Brad was close to snapping again but before she could jump up he had grabbed a bottle of her water and was making his way toward the bars of the windows.&nbsp; It registered only a moment before he splashed the bars what he was planning on doing and Raye didn’t even have time to call out his name.&nbsp; The water hit the bars and she couldn’t look, maybe if she had been thinking straight she would have realized that everything would be alright.&nbsp; After a moment that there was no painful scream or shocked gasps she opened her eyes to see that the bars were only steaming.&nbsp; <br><br>Now anger was replacing her fear and she moved to stand beside Brad looking up at him with a look that probably none of the others in the room had ever seen.&nbsp; Raye never let pure anger show, of course she got mad when ranting about the rules and such but this peculiar anger somehow seemed different.&nbsp; There seemed to be more to the little goody goody then everyone thought, then again there had to be if she hung out with Brad.&nbsp; She seemed to be whispering furiously to him but only he was able to catch the words.&nbsp; “Are you trying to kill me before we even get past the stupid door?&nbsp; For a moment there I thought your ass was going to get fried.”&nbsp; It looked like she was trying to calm herself.&nbsp; “I swear, one of these days I am going to die of a heart attack…”
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				Title: <strong>Re: lockdown- School of Horrors (ic thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CarnivorousBunny</strong> on <strong>12-01-2013, 06:29:50</strong>
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				<div align="center">(http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y112/shit_brick/Character%20Pix/IRL%20Women/Brunettes%20Western/lost_message_by_LittleFlairsmaller_zps5d9998ad.jpg)<br><strong>Red Wilson</strong><br><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">(a level 25 pixie warlock to some, an eating machine to others, and a geek to most)</span></div><br><strong>"Doth I hear a Harry Potter reference?"</strong> Red exclaimed in a terrible English accent, grinning from ear to ear.&nbsp; She loved the books, but hadn't thought much about them since the movies came out.&nbsp; <strong>"What I wouldn't give for a bit of magic right about now.&nbsp; I'd be able to blast the doors down."</strong> Red sighed, pretending a bolt of fire was coming out from her palm.<br><br><strong>"Okay, gotcha."</strong> Red said, following Max's suggestion to check the speaker.&nbsp; She pushed the nearest chair to the speaker and climbed on top.&nbsp; It wobbled discouragingly and Red paused. <br><strong>"Hey, Nate, you think you could help me keep the chair steady?"</strong> Red asked the musician.&nbsp; He seemed like the best choice at the moment.&nbsp; Paul was with Tessa, Max was busy enough as is, and if Red fell on Dyllan, as small as she was, she'd still probably manage to snap him in half.&nbsp; Brad was not even an option.<br>Now mounted on the chair, Red studied the speaker, brushing her fingertips on its cool surface, feeling for any suspicious bumps.&nbsp; With her arms raised, the large sleeve of her tank top revealed the red tube top and the lithe curves it covered.&nbsp; Her breasts looked small, but shapely and her stomach appeared flat, but with each movement Red made, the view shifted, never really giving a constant image.<br><br><strong>"I found something!"</strong> Red exclaimed, too busy to notice Brad opening a bottle of water.&nbsp; By the time she plucked a camera from the speaker, the jock had thrown half the water at the bars, and all Red saw when she looked to the group was the smoking bars.<br>Red was about to scold Brad, but Raye cut her to the chase, and something about the goody-goody's body language that made Red think it best to keep her mouth shut.<br>Climbing down from the chair, she motioned Max to join her, <strong>"Take a look at this,"</strong> She said with a smirk, showing both Max and Nate the small camera in her hand.&nbsp; <strong>"At least we got one down, if we consider the blind spots of this little baby, we might be able to find a few more."</strong><br><br>She was almost focused and excited enough by the accomplishment not to notice how hot it was getting, and that removing her shirt was sounding more and more inviting.&nbsp; Almost.
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				Title: <strong>Re: lockdown- School of Horrors (ic thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheWizardofOz</strong> on <strong>13-01-2013, 09:04:41</strong>
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				Paul sat there contemplating wether or not he should take of his shirt. He ended up doing it and taking it off, showing off his muscular body. He didn't usually show his body because he wasn't one to boast, but he did have quite a fit body, muscles, abs, the whole lot. He put it in where everyone else was before sitting back into his seat. When Tessa took off her shirt, Paul watched intently, he always like her body, he found it very attractive. When she asked him if the seat was taken, he laughed and said "It is actually taken, by anyone but you." He joked before take the seat out for her "Since when do you talk to me?" He asked, both in serious and joking way.
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				Title: <strong>Re: lockdown- School of Horrors (ic thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chasseybaby</strong> on <strong>14-01-2013, 01:00:17</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i263.photobucket.com/albums/ii130/Chasseybaby/pinkiller_30_zps8d85d8c4.jpg)<br><strong>Tessa<br>Troublemaker/Artist</strong><br></div><br>Tessa shook her head at Paul’s joke and rolled her eyes as he pulled the seat out for her. She plopped down and handed him his sweet treat and opened her own. She chewed and swallowed before answering. “When Im locked in a room full of people who either hate or are discussed by me.” She looked over at his computer screen and point to something. “If you get through level six without dying, you get a wicked upgrade where you can run through levels you lost in.” She took another bite, licking cream off her fingers as she watched the others pull a camera out of the speaker. She wished she knew where the rest of them were at so she could flip off the jerk that was getting his kicks from them freaking out. She turned back to Paul and noticed his shirt-less-ness. She turned away to hid the red creeping up her skin. She knew Paul was build from watching him mow his parents lawns during the summer, but up close he looked, sexy. Oh god was this weed going to turn her sexual on everyone in the room. She saw Brad across the room and groaned, god she hoped not. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: lockdown- School of Horrors (ic thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheWizardofOz</strong> on <strong>15-01-2013, 03:14:50</strong>
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				"Oh I see, now that you have no one else to talk to, you come to me?" He joked. His eyes started straying up and down her body more and more until it became a stare. He continued staring and started getting turned on before she started talking about the game. He finished the level and got the upgrade and laughed "Pease don't tell me how to play this game, I know very well." He said looking at the screen firmly, trying not to look back at her body.
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				Title: <strong>Re: lockdown- School of Horrors (ic thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>15-01-2013, 14:11:02</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c195/TheOneTheOnlyTheShane/0000ryt3small.jpg)</div><br><strong> Max the Jester</strong><br><br>"Great Job, <em>Bradley</em>. You've shown us exactly what the difference is between men who think, and boys who act. If you had actually thought about it for a moment, you'd realize that the only thing you've done is wasted our very limited and precious water supply. Something that you, as an athlete, should know the importance of.&nbsp; &nbsp;Now, hand the water over to Raye before you go <em>sabotaging</em> us further."&nbsp; He scolded the jock with the intensity of boiling oil. <br><br>"By the way, Brad, do you ever go giving your play-book to the opposite team before a football game? No? That's exactly what we're trying to do here: avoid the opposite team catching onto our play-book." He explained, much calmer, now that he's gotten the vitriol out of his system.<br><br>Thankfully, it was about this time that Max was distracted by Red's discovery, and he moved over to gingerly take the camera from her. He looked it over, and hmm'd quietly. "I think this gives me a good idea. But," He turns to look up at the ceiling; perhaps getting onto a camera, perhaps not. He didn't really care, addressing the ceiling seemed as good a way as any of showing that his words were meant for the voyeurs "I'm not sharing right now." <br><br>He got up onto the chair that Red had been using, and placed the back of his head as close to the location of the camera as he could. He tilted his head down, up, left, and right; presumably trying to get an idea of what the things field of vision was. But, of course, this was something of a stab in the dark, and he knew it wouldn't be accurate; it would at least help narrow the search down.<br><br>"There, there, there, there..." He indicated four spots along the ceiling, pointing with his finger. "Likely spots. I'm improv-ing here, so take it with a grain of salt."&nbsp; And while he might be good at improv comedy, he hoped he'd be good at improv other-things. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: lockdown- School of Horrors (ic thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>azzmeister89</strong> on <strong>19-01-2013, 15:16:42</strong>
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				(http://www.hot2me.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/06/Romulo-Pires-587x311.jpg)<br><br><br>Nate nodded as Red made her request for assistance and held the chair in place, he looked away as he realized that his position made it very easy to see under her baggy vest top. It wasn't that Red was unattractive because she seriously was but Nate had been friends with her for a while and he didn't want to ruin that now by looking. <br><br>When she was done Nate helped Red down from the chair and along with max took a look at the tiny camera "at a small size like that there could be hundreds in here" he said, the disgust and horror in his voice evident. at his own words his eyes darted around the room trying to see if he could notice any more of them.<br><br>The speaker made a buzzing noise and the voice had returned "i see you found one of our Camera's, well done and congratulations however you wont find the others" the voice paused "but i suppose i should offer up a prize as your reward so i'll tell you all some secrets about each other and after that, i'll even open the door early, after all our viewers are getting bored of watching you all cooped up" the room filled with an almost manic laughter <br>"where to begin, ah i know, we'll go Alphabetically" the voice laughed again <br><br>"Brad, you come from a Broken home, your dad drank alot and beat your mother even more probably beat you too. When he left your mother took up drinking and now she's so far gone you don't even let your friends come to your house" in the background a few voices laughed "Dyllan next, your father is worse then Brad's Oh don't get me wrong, he loved you but maybe to much seeing as your mother caught you both watching porn together, naughty" the laughter in the backroom had turned to noises of disgust "Jess, who knew you were such a tease, seducing a teacher so that the jocks would pass a test, how sneaky and you managed to keep your virginity whilst doing it, very cunning, Max isn't as good as he seems, anyone remember Tyler Reed? he got expelled for a prank last year but it seems that max set him up" the voice paused as he let the first wave of secrets hit the group "Nate's up next kids, ever wonder where his accent comes from? Nate was from England but after witnessing his family's murder went into witness protection and now lives with a retired FBI agent and guess what Nate? they never caught the killer" more laughter "poor Paul isn't the saint he makes everyone think he is either, at aged ten he was a jealous little boy and ended up drowning his older brother, i wonder what would happen if we gave the police the photographic evidence?" the laughing got louder again and the speaker joined in this time "Raye, you never told Brad but you got raped in the girls changing room by several members of the football team and here is the real kick, they all say Brad knew, Red your next, movie star mum, business tycoon dad, this little girl could have taken over as the school's queen bitch whenever she wanted, looks like Stefy's rule was only assumed, As for the queen B herself, her Daddy is as dirty as they go, he bribed the dean of her first choice college to make sure she got in, looks like her pretty face counts for more then her brains in daddies eyes and last but not least Tessa although it is least in one sense, anyone want to see her nude photo's? you find her on google if you type hot tattoo bitches, first link on the search, look it up if you survive" there was more laughter before the voice said "have fun" then the transmission cut off and a small clicking sound indicated that the door had unlocked.<br><br>Nate stood, rooted to the spot as his own secret was revealed "how the hell did they find out" he muttered, collapsing onto the floor in shock, his face covered by his hands as he tried to think, when had he slipped up? what did he do wrong? Jess was the first to recover "what the hell i'm getting out of here" she opened the door and gasped just as a loud Thwack came from the hallway, Jess fell over backwards, a crossbow bolt having shot right through her forehead.
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				Title: <strong>Re: lockdown- School of Horrors (ic thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caehlim</strong> on <strong>20-01-2013, 07:25:41</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i425.photobucket.com/albums/pp340/daggeroflath/dyllansmall_zps351171d4.jpg)<br><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Dyllan</strong></span><br><strong>The Room</strong></div></div>The voice coming back again jolted Dyllan out of his contemplation of escape. It offered a reward for finding the camera but, yeah, he'd heard that one before. He knew that whatever was coming wouldn't be pleasant. When it maliciously offered to share everyone's secrets, he was tempted to stick his fingers in his ears and block the voice out. He didn't want to know people's secrets until they were ready to tell him, it was wrong to gossip about people. He didn't though, he knew if he didn't let them have their fun with the secrets game they'd have to find something else to do to them.<br><br>The voice promised to open up the door for them after the secrets, but he didn't really believe that. If he did get to leave, that'd be great, he could go home and cry into his pillow for the rest of the evening and never have to go back to school ever again. But he refused to let the voice raise false hope and so he sat down at one of the desks, resting his head on one hand and listened to the voice that was starting to reveal peoples' secrets.<br><br>It started with Brad. He did not want to know any secrets about Brad. The jock would never forgive him or forget that he knew if it was something embarrassing. He winced as the voice described the abuse Brad had suffered, his own gentle nature finding it hard to stand knowing something like that had happened, even to someone who made his life miserable.<br><br>He knew that he was coming up next and wasn't sure what the voice would say about him. The voice started by saying that his father was as bad as Brad's. The liars, that wasn't true. He angrily called it out "No, he wasn't. He never hit me or mum" coming instinctively to the defense of his dad. He'd made them both cry more than a few times, but thoughtless and mean comments weren't the same thing. <br><br>The voice continued though and he felt his stomach knot with fear as he realized what they were going to reveal about him. The short and simple description brought the memories flooding back to him. Sitting naked on the couch with his dad late at night, his first taste of his dad's liquor burning his throat as the porno movie played softly on the TV. His mum had meant to go out of town and his dad insisted on having a "guy's night in". He hadn't wanted to drink the alcohol his father had poured for him, but he almost never saw his dad any more and he wanted to share the bonding experience with him and make him proud. He'd been even more nervous about the porno movie, particularly when his dad had insisted they take their clothes off.<br><br>He remembered, his mum's cancelled flight that brought her home from the airport and the expression on her face when she walked through the door and saw them. The court case, where no one had wanted to listen to him defending his dad. The restraining orders, knowing that the rare visits from his dad would stop all together and he would never see him again. <br><br>And now everyone knew. The courts had ordered the case to be private and barred any journalists from covering the story without keeping the names secret, but two years of staying quiet hadn't mattered in the end. This voice had just told everyone the one thing he hadn't wanted anyone to ever know.<br><br>It went on down the list in alphabetical order as promised, touching on crimes and tragedies from everyone. He wouldn't have believed the voice if it hadn't been so spot on about his own past. Paul being a murderer? Raye getting raped in the showers? It was all so impossible. He realized though what the voice was trying, it might as well have thrown a golden apple into the room marked 'for the fairest'. <br><br>When the voice reached the end he was genuinely surprised to hear the click from the door. He looked up but didn't move, expecting that the door would lock again if he ran for it. Typical bullying trick to give you false hope. Well he wasn't going to play their dumb game.<br><br>Instead Jess ran for the door, and...<br><br>and...<br><br>Dyllan stared silently, his mouth open in horror and then just mouthing the word "No", over and over again several times. He'd just seen someone die. It had been horrible, callous and quick. Despite the warmth of the room he felt like a bucket of ice-water had been dumped on him and he couldn't move from the chair. He just sat, staring at Jess' body, her eyes seeming to meet his but they were cold and empty.
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