Rottendam Maximum Security High School
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				Title: <strong>Rottendam Maximum Security High School</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GloomCookie</strong> on <strong>26-04-2010, 02:11:28</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">Welcome to Rottendam High School</span><br>(http://www.hoax-slayer.com/images/new-prison1.jpg)<br><br>We're happy you've chosen our unique facility for your children, and look forward to helping them learn in an environment custom tailored for their unique educational needs.<br>(http://www.hoax-slayer.com/images/new-prison3.jpg)</div><br><hr><br>"We're really glad you could come, Miss Lane," said the principle as they walked down the empty hallways towards the classroom.<br><br>"Well your offer was certainly too generous to ignore!&nbsp; I can only hope I can contribute something towards the education of these young students," Linna said as she followed him, dressed in a white blouse, black skirt and polished black shoes.&nbsp; She had a leather bound lesson plan in hand, and she looked eager to teach.<br><br>The principle, a tall and fit man of about 30, chuckled and said, "I'm sure.&nbsp; Here we are... room 203."&nbsp; He took out a large key and unlocked the door, which slid to the right.&nbsp; Linna could only blink when she realized that there were thick bars behind the glass.&nbsp; As she followed him inside, she found the desks to be bolted to the floor, and there was a clear plexiglass box at the front of the classroom.&nbsp; There were no shelves outside this box, no decorations, nothing to indicate that this was a warm, friendly environment conductive to learning.<br><br>Walking over to the box, he said, "This is your teaching area.&nbsp; Under no circumstances are you to leave this box."&nbsp; He unlocked the box, and showed her the desk, which was also bolted down and made of heavy steel.&nbsp; "This is your desk.&nbsp; There is a panic button here on the corner.&nbsp; If you feel yourself in physical danger, press this button.&nbsp; If a student is disruptive or requires medical attention, pick up the phone and dial 0 for the operator, #1 for the nurse, and #2 for Emergency.&nbsp; If you feel the need to leave the box during a class session for any reason, such as a bathroom break, press #3 for backup."<br><br>Linna could only stare at him, "Is this some kind of joke?&nbsp; Some prank you play on the new teachers?&nbsp; They're only students!" she heard herself protesting.<br><br>The look of steel on his face made her blanch, "Miss Lane.&nbsp; I can assure you this is no joke.&nbsp; Rottendam is a maximum security school, in the worst neighborhood in LA.&nbsp; I don't know what they told you in college, but out here in the real world, this shit is real.&nbsp; I've had four teachers murdered this year alone.&nbsp; Six female teachers raped.&nbsp; I've had to deal with hostage situations, bomb threats, shootings, all of that in the last week!&nbsp; If you don't think you can handle this job, Miss Lane, tell me right now.&nbsp; Because once I give you the key to your box here, you're here by contract until the year ends or you're dead."<br><br>Linna could only stare, and realized that all those horrible rumors might be true.&nbsp; But... the money was good, she had student loans, and it wouldn't be that bad... right?<br><br>Holding out her hand, she said, "I uh... guess I'll take that key..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rottendam Maximum Security High School</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lynnie</strong> on <strong>27-04-2010, 14:30:00</strong>
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				Angie walked to her locker and smiled at those she knew. Most looked at her and smiled several pressed themselves against their lockets fearing her wrath. Being the head of the Cheerleading Squad and the Lead dance team member gave her alot of free reign about the school. Grabbing her history book she walked down the hall. Waving to the other cheerleaders as she walked. Her short skirt seemed to fly up slightly with each step. Several of the seniors looked upon her with lust but stayed back from her. Far to many of them have seen what she did to the last guy who tried to touch her. <br><br>Angie bumped into one of the guys slightly and shurgged as she started to walk away. Grabbing her arm he looked at her winked, "If you want it that bad, I will happily help you out." Lust filled his voice. Rolling her eyes as she jerked her arm away. "I'd like to see you try." Stomping on his foot with her three high heel shoes. The heel of her shoe going through the fabric covering his foot quickly and cutting into his flesh. Pulling her foot away she groans. "Blood all over my new Prada's." <br><br>Walking towards the bathrooms everyone starts to laugh at the guy. Most new better than to try to touch her. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rottendam Maximum Security High School</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GloomCookie</strong> on <strong>27-04-2010, 14:38:50</strong>
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				[NPC]Sergent Thomas Raine<br><br>Sergent Raine stood at a busy intersection near the bathrooms, trying to keep order.&nbsp; He was behind the thick glass of a control booth that could see down every major corridor, and on either side of this was the bathrooms, which had an entrance into the control booth through locked doors.&nbsp; The doors into the bathrooms had clear glass so that the interior could be seen.&nbsp; While the individual stalls had dividers, they were only half dividers, letting the officers inside the booth take a quick headcount without having to investigate, and also spot any activity.<br><br>Seeing the beautiful Angie go inside, one of the officers turned to watch, eager to see what she'd do.&nbsp; Tom put a hand on his shoulder, "Don't do it son.&nbsp; Best way to end up in prison on the other side."<br><br>The officer gulped, and said, "I was just gonna make sure everything's alright, Sarge."<br><br>Tom nodded, "Yeah, but if she spots you, and wants to make an issue of it... you'd be fucked ten ways to Sunday.&nbsp; Just let a female officer worry about what goes on in the girl's bathroom, and you keep an eye on the boys."<br><br>Unhappily, he said, "Yes Sarge."<br><br>Tom smirked.&nbsp; He usually had the straight cops trying to get the look inside the other bathroom, and could spot the gay ones by how eager they seemed to find inspecting the bathrooms.&nbsp; Those were the ones who were um, quietly transferred to less gender-specific situations.<br><br>Going back to work, he spotted a fight down the hall, and hit his radio, "Fight in A hall, sector 4."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rottendam Maximum Security High School</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lynnie</strong> on <strong>27-04-2010, 14:47:34</strong>
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				Angie put her foot up on one of the sinks. A pout took over her usually happy face. "Its going to stain. I can just feel it." Starting to scrub on her heel she gave the officer in the control box one hell of a good look. Bending over slightly to reach the tip of her heel caused her short skirt to pull up enough to reveal she was wearing a pair of lacy blue booty shorts. Her long legs looked smooth and soft. Cleaning the blood off her heel completely, she smiled. It didn't stain this time. Making a point to remember if she is going to stomp one's foot be sure to be near the bathrooms.<br><br>Turning she saw the cop inside the box. The female cop must be on break if it was just him. Licking her lips she ran her hands down her body just to see his reaction. Slowly they moved over her breasts and down towards her stomach. He had to be stiring in his seat by now.
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				Post by: <strong>GloomCookie</strong> on <strong>27-04-2010, 14:54:51</strong>
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				[NPC]Officer James Beaumont<br><br>Officer Beaumont nearly busted a nut right at the sight of those pretty blue panties and those long, slender legs.&nbsp; When he saw her run her hands over her breasts, he was staring and unable to tear away.&nbsp; It took the physical grab of Sergent Raine to pull him out of his sexual fantasy.<br><br>"For fuck's sake Beaumont!&nbsp; Get your eyes off that cunt and get back to work!&nbsp; We got a fight over there and I need you to help respond, now move it!" Raine yelled at him.<br><br>Taking one last, heartfelt look at the beautiful Angie, Officer Beaumont turned and unlocked the door, going through the men's room and out into the hall.&nbsp; He didn't carry a gun, since that could easily be taken by students, but he did have a small paint gun pistol loaded with small balls of packed pepper spray.&nbsp; Rather than having to spray rowdy people, they could shoot them from a distance.&nbsp; Great crowd control.<br><br>Coming upon the scene, he immediately began shooting the pepper pellets, which made some of the students clear out.&nbsp; The ones hit immediately fell on the ground, eyes watering.&nbsp; One headed for Beaumont and he got hit in the chest, but not before a shank got stabbed into his gut.&nbsp; Both went down, and the lights in the hall turned red.&nbsp; They only turn red when shit's about to hit the fan.&nbsp; An automatic voice says, "All students, lie on the ground with your hands behind your head.&nbsp; Repeat, lie on the ground with your hands behind your head.&nbsp; Do not resist."<br><br>The doors to the bathrooms locked, trapping Angie inside.
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				Post by: <strong>Lynnie</strong> on <strong>27-04-2010, 15:04:22</strong>
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				Angie smiled as the cops were dragged away. Her ability to control men still shocked her. Sitting down on the sink the cold poreclin made her relax. Best way to get alone time in the school was to get locked in the bathroom during a fight. Pulling off her sweater revealed an ace bandage around her chest making her breasts seem smaller. Unwrapping her breasts she let out a sigh of relief. Going from looking like a B cup to a full and round D cup. Leaning against the mirror behind the sinks she smiled. <br><br>"If only there were more fights while I'm in the bathroom. I'm almost tired of binding my breasts. If I just stopped everyone would think i've had a boobjob done. Like I need it. Besides it might draw more attention then I really would care for."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rottendam Maximum Security High School</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Odin</strong> on <strong>27-04-2010, 15:12:40</strong>
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				Nick was in the hall when the fight broke out, and instantly took a side. During a fight, there are three things that can happen. You side with the wrong guy, you don't sleep that night. You side with the right guy, and hope he notices enough to up your rep and protection. Third thing, someone shanks you for whatever reason. Fights were the best distraction.<br><br>As soon as the knife was shown, Nick backed himself against the locker. The copper got it, which made the lights go off, and Nick dove from the group, landing a few feet away. There were a few people stupid enough to cover their eyes to save themselves from getting sprayed, but that was for idiots. Covering your eyes means you're vulnerable, and chances are, if the guy with the shank has something against you, he wont mind getting a little extra time for clearing matters up now. Strangely, two stabbings in one incident landed you less than two separate incidents.<br><br>Nick's hands were visible, but not to far from his body. Anyone and everyone in the corridor had a blade, and now was the time to use it. Luckily, Nick had time to flick his... Well, he didn't know where. But it was away from him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rottendam Maximum Security High School</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GloomCookie</strong> on <strong>27-04-2010, 16:09:22</strong>
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				Roundup.&nbsp; It wasn't fun for anyone, especially the students that the school deemed 'at fault'.&nbsp; Since fights occurred all the time, and the combatants were often injured, anyone found with pepper in their eyes was immediately sent to <em>Detention</em>.&nbsp; Despite the name, it was anything from a walk in the park.&nbsp; After getting everyone on their way and the doors unlocked, Nick found himself being hustled into a room, where he was immediately sat down with one arm cuffed to the desk.&nbsp; In front of him was a blank piece of paper, and there were several others in the room.&nbsp; They were handcuffed so that their dominant hand was free, but the desks were spaced far enough apart to keep from having students fight.<br><br>The instructions on the board read simply, "Write 1,000 times: I will not get involved in fights."&nbsp; Meanwhile, they were running prints on any weapons they found at the scene.&nbsp; Weapons inside victims, such as being left in them from the fight, were of course removed and examined, with the victim getting patched up.&nbsp; Usually, the victim was allowed to go on about their business, since the pain of the fight alone should be enough to discourage further activity.<br><br>When the lock-down ended, a female officer stepped into the bathroom to find the topless Angie.&nbsp; She paused, and said, "Young lady, what are you doing?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rottendam Maximum Security High School</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Odin</strong> on <strong>27-04-2010, 18:43:32</strong>
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				Nick's fingertips were never bare. He always wet them with different forms of cleaner that diluted the finger prints the moment he set them. Though he was one of the few smart enough to do so, so it was still easy to trace him back. Especially if they swabbed his finger, but he'd wiped them clean by now. Always the same strokes, so he could claim someone simply wiped their hands on him.<br><br>Nick had been sent here because he was the worst kind of criminal - the smart ones. The only reason he was busted was because his own girlfriend and mother handed him in after he chose to trust them. A mistake made once. He'd spent most of his life between these walls, so he knew the system.<br><br>Simply pressing his finger to the touch screen, he began writing out the lines. Once the phrase was completed, it was scanned for correctness, then accepted, and you started again. It eliminated pens, which could be used for stabbing, and was behind a panel thick enough not to be broken, but thin enough to be able to sense through.<br><br>'I Will not get involved in fights' was the most annoying thing to write here. Everyone was involved in a fight one way or another. Repetitive. It did little more than give Nick reason and time to think of a way to get back at McClasky, the guy that was next on the payback list.
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				Post by: <strong>Xiddeus</strong> on <strong>27-04-2010, 23:28:25</strong>
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				Cory Van Green stalked along beside the Principal as they patrolled together.&nbsp; He never carried a weapon, his clothes were both weapon and armour in their own right.&nbsp; Some well placed metal bands at key locations had seen to that, sown into his crisp looking uniform so they always looked like he starched them heavily every day.&nbsp; His metal taps clicking with every step he took, people wondered how he managed to sneak up on anyone, but he always did appear behind troublemakers like an apparition.&nbsp; <br><br>"So John, heard you got a new girl in. Think she'll live till the weekend?" he queried politely.&nbsp; Simply making conversation as they walked.&nbsp; As Captain he did have to maintain the appearance for political reasons, and the fact that he and the principal could be called friends didn't make it harder to converse with the man.&nbsp; He had no true social life to speak of, his job being his wife and no kids to call his own either.&nbsp; People thought he lived at the school, well, he did have a hideaway cot in his office, but that was only for emergency lockdowns.&nbsp; <br><br>"Well, she did take the key Cory.&nbsp; And she seemed scared enough after I explained things."<br><br>"Yeah, you always did have a way with the ladies." Cory joked as he calmly reached out and snagged a student by the shoulder, hauling him up against the wall to pull a contraband wrapper from his back pocket.&nbsp; He tossed the kid back down the way they came from and spit some of his snuff into it before throwing it through one of the 'Contraband' doors that literally line the walls of the hall.<br><br>"How do you do that? Chew that stuff I mean." <br><br>"Easy, you stick it in your mouth and spit.&nbsp; I'll look in on her later, probably have a couple of the patrols do the same.&nbsp; Don't need to lose another, especially in the first week."&nbsp; <br><br>"You are such a kind hearted individual Cory." The principal stopped and walked over to his office door.&nbsp; Their daily constitutional at an end.<br><br>"Don't let anybody hear you, somebody might believe you." he said over his shoulder as he continued on alone towards the recent fight area, metal heels clicking ominously.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rottendam Maximum Security High School</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GloomCookie</strong> on <strong>28-04-2010, 05:00:05</strong>
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				<em>At the scene of the fight</em><br><br>A uniformed officer was filling out paperwork when Captain Green and the principle arrived, nodding to them both, "Boss.&nbsp; Captain.&nbsp; Simple disturbance got out of hand when that new kid, Beaumont, rushed in without backup.&nbsp; Got off a few shots of pepper, nailed one kid in the eyes, but the kid got him with a shank.&nbsp; No one knew he was injured for a few minutes, and by then it was too late.&nbsp; He's down in the morgue already.&nbsp; Kid that got him is in solitary now.&nbsp; All the others save the ones who got cut up are already in detention.&nbsp; The cut up ones are already in the infirmary."<br><br><br><br><em>In Detention</em><br><br>An officer stood at the head of the classroom beside the desk of the teacher assaigned to detention duty.&nbsp; In this case, it was Linna Lane, who kept glancing up nervously at the students who had been cuffed to their chairs.&nbsp; One in particular, Nick, seemed to resent being here.&nbsp; On the screen built into the desk was a tally, marking as the students finished sentences.&nbsp; She was here strictly to cover school policy, nothing more.&nbsp; The officer kept on alert, but she was able to atleast read a book while the students wrote.<br><br>She was currently reading <em>1632</em> by Eric Flint, an alternate history tale of a town in South Carolina that got transported to 1632 Germany.&nbsp; It was a good book, despite the heavy handed deus ex machina in it.&nbsp; She kept reading quietly, but for some reason her gaze kept returning to Nick, who seemed... different than most of the big dumb brutes they got in.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rottendam Maximum Security High School</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Odin</strong> on <strong>28-04-2010, 09:28:47</strong>
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				"This is fucked" stated the largish teenager on Nick's right, sitting back in his chair. His left eye was almost completely swollen shut, and his muscles were mostly covered in varies of ink.<br><br>"Rather be knitting, Mark?" Nick commented with a smirk, glimpsing up at the new face in the box. Running detention? Talk about bad luck.<br><br>Mark's eyes wandered to the glass box, and he let out a groan, rubbing at his cuffed wrist. "I Can hardly feel my hand" he whined, rubbing at it sorely, having been clenching and relaxing his fist to make it reasonable red, and the veins stick out.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rottendam Maximum Security High School</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lynnie</strong> on <strong>29-04-2010, 04:20:52</strong>
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				Angie looked up and smiled at the officer. "Why nothing just changing before class. My other outfit wasn't apporitate." Quickly putting on her bra and sweater stuffing the ace bandage into her bag she left the bathroom. Walking down the hall, for the first time this year without her breasts bound gave her a whole new look. Large D cup breasts stuck out infront of everyone. Almost running down the hall to get to her class on time.
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				Post by: <strong>GloomCookie</strong> on <strong>29-04-2010, 18:00:51</strong>
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				The officer in the bathroom with Angie shook her head and went back to work.&nbsp; Something as minor as being topless wasn't worth the effort of hauling the girl in for punishment.<br><br>Meanwhile, Linna heard the moaning, and she saw Mark pleading that he couldn't feel his hand.&nbsp; Getting up, she went and unlocked the box, though the officer stopped her, "You sure, ma'am?"<br><br>Linna wasn't going to let them push her around on her first day!&nbsp; "I'm sure.&nbsp; I'm just going to go see if he needs help."<br><br>Walking over to the student, she stopped and examined his hand.&nbsp; Hmm... it did indeed look bad... "Maybe we'd better call a nurse..."
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				Post by: <strong>Odin</strong> on <strong>29-04-2010, 18:14:35</strong>
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				Her first day, unfortunately, was the day they all tried to push her around. Mark made a grab for her with his free hand, but narrowly missed her as Nick grabbed her around the waist, and pulled her out of the way, landing her into his lap.<br><br>However, the guards didn't see it as a save. They attempted to rush over, though two were tripped by guards and another stayed back with his gun drawn. The fourth pulled the teacher from Nick's lap, then drove a knee into his ribs and slammed him down against the desk, pinning him down hard as he looked to the teacher. "Just return to your box, I've got this" he said, still pinning Nick who just seemed to take it, knowing that fighting it wouldn't be worth it.
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				Post by: <strong>Xiddeus</strong> on <strong>29-04-2010, 20:03:18</strong>
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				Captain Green couldn't help but notice the large breasted girl run past him, her jugs bouncing along like basketballs.&nbsp; He stopped and turned to call back at her.&nbsp; "No running.&nbsp; You know the rules, miss."&nbsp; He didn't reveal his sudden arousal, even his face did not redden as many men do when confronted with such fine young examples.&nbsp; He waited till she complied and continued on toward the new teacher's room.&nbsp; Had to make appearances, it was what kept the animals in line.&nbsp; He pushed open the door and quickly took in the situation.<br><br>"Stand down Johnson.&nbsp; If they really wanted to do something, they would have waited till your back was turned." he informed the guard with the pistol.&nbsp; Looking to the new teacher... Ms. Lane he recalled he understood that she would be trouble.&nbsp; Fresh outta school more than likely, and pretty to boot, yeah... she spelled trouble with a capital T.&nbsp; <br><br>"Ms. Lane, correct? I believe the principal informed you of policy today? You do not leave the box, under any circumstances save total emergencies.&nbsp; My men and women are quite capable of handling the students, and I hope that today's little encounter will serve as a reminder as to why.&nbsp; Now then..." he strode forward, click, click, click, stopping by the young man that was under his guards knee.&nbsp; <br><br>"Young man, I think you should reconsider your games.&nbsp; Such will not be tolerated.&nbsp; You really don't want to be sent down to the Labs, now do you?"&nbsp; His eyes looked over the rest of the detention class, taking each one in and memorizing their faces.&nbsp; He knew a few of them, troublemakers all, and he instantly knew that something else had started it.&nbsp; Finally his eyes rested upon Mark's hand, watching as the color returned to normal. "Ah, I see.&nbsp; That old gag."&nbsp; he looked up at Ms. Lane. "Wrong color.&nbsp; If he had truly been in pain, it would have been white, then bluish.&nbsp; Loss of blood due to restraints is common enough.&nbsp; However, please familiarize yourself with the symptoms more." He slammed the punk kid in the face with an elbow and watched as blood sprayed from his now busted nose.<br><br>Glancing over the rest of the students once more, daring them to meet his icy gaze, he walked back to the front and waited for Ms. Lane to return to the box.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rottendam Maximum Security High School</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nim</strong> on <strong>29-04-2010, 20:06:14</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">An automatic voice says, "All students, lie on the ground with your hands behind your head.&nbsp; Repeat, lie on the ground with your hands behind your head.&nbsp; Do not resist."<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Garrett Flannery was on his way to Gym class when the first incident of the day occurred.&nbsp; "Fuck already!"&nbsp; Garrett had been at the school since his freshmen year.&nbsp; He had been sent there after a fight with his abusive proved to be his fathers last fatal mistake.&nbsp; Never mind the fact that he had only been trying to defend his mother.&nbsp; She never saw it that way and had him taken away faster than he could even say her name.&nbsp; Well maybe that was a bit of an exaggeration they had actually shared quite a few heated words after Garrett had punched his father in the nose hard enough and in just the right angle to send the cartilage straight into his fathers brain.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>Instead of laying on the floor he leaned against the nearest wall and laced his hands behind his head.&nbsp; He hated the feeling of just laying prone on the floor where some ass wipe could possibly make a strike at him.&nbsp; He preferred to have his back against the wall ready for anyone who might come at him.&nbsp; In the beginning most of the guards gave him shit about his seemingly rebellious action.&nbsp; But after a dozen times of explaining his reasoning most of the guards just let him be about it because they knew he would not resist going with them when asked to do so.&nbsp; The ones that did not leave him alone most often ended up having "accidents" that could not be traced back to him.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>The only good part of having been there so long was the network of friends he had built up over the years.&nbsp; Most of the students that had been there as long as he had knew him.&nbsp; Of course that really wasn't saying much when you had spent so much time in one place with most of all the same faces.&nbsp; His freshman year had been the worst being the new meat sucked at any school but it was even worse here.&nbsp; But after sending half a dozen fellow students to the nurses office with busted ball sacks and giving some a nose job just like the one he gave his father Garrett had been pretty much left alone.&nbsp; Except for when the new batch of freshmen were brought in or some new kid on the block was out to make a name for himself.&nbsp; There was always some asshole who came in with puffed up feathers looking to start a fight.<br><br>When the all clear signal was given and no new guard had showed up to give him any shit Garrett resumed his walk to Gym class which he had for the first two classes of the day.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rottendam Maximum Security High School</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Aura</strong> on <strong>02-05-2010, 20:22:48</strong>
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				Rachel and Raven, both blond haired blue eyed fine specimens watched as the fight progressed and then broke up. Raven, a male, standing at 6 foot even got pushed into the fight somehow and was now sitting next to a cold, expressionless male. Sighing, he , himself was writing much of the same bullshit the other was, however his was, "I will not lie to my elders." He didn't understand how his sister hadn't got detention as well, as she was also mixed in with the fight. Instead, he just let it pass as he looked around at the others that was there. His hand, getting tired from writing, started to crap, but he made no note of it. <br><br>Dressed in tight dark blue jeans and a tight black shirt, everyone at the school called him the queer. Yet, he wasn't. He just was more open about his batting for both sides more then half of the damn school.&nbsp; Shifting in his seat to be more comfortable, his but on the edge of the seat, he kept looking around in between writing the sentences he was suppose to. <br><br>Rachel, who was dressed in simple black jogging pants and her cheerleading top had also watched the fight. However, when she felt a hand tough her, she reeled around and punched the sucker in the nose, breaking it, before walking off to her first class. She didn't have an aggressive nature, but there were exceptions as her friends knew. <br><br>As she took her seat, she was called off to the office. grumbling under her breath, she grabbed her bag up again and went to go see the principal. Knowing she would be in detention, she accepted her fate. In ways, she didn't understand why her parents sent them here. Her twin and her were not that bad of kids, yeah some bad habits but no not bad kids. <br><br>Walking into the office, she waited for the principal to call her. <br><br>((in time my posts will smooth out, promise.))
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rottendam Maximum Security High School</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lynnie</strong> on <strong>03-05-2010, 01:07:11</strong>
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				Angie walked into the girl's locker room and quickly put on her gym uniform of short black shorts and a white tank top. Smirking at her figure not bothering to put on her wrap to hide her breasts again. Walking into the gym room she stretched her arms above her head making her breasts seem fuller. Looking around at her classmates she smiled. Being popular and wanted made her almost always an easy target for the guys. Most of them were smart to stay away from her but some weren't so bright.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Rottendam Maximum Security High School</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nim</strong> on <strong>04-05-2010, 00:38:19</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Garrett had just laid down on the bench press getting ready to start his work out when Angie walked in stretching her arms above her head making her breasts seem fuller which really wasn't necessary.&nbsp; As it stood already one guy had dropped the curling bar he had been lifting on his foot and another guy got knocked out as the guy next to him turned while doing jumping jacks just to look at Angie's new look.&nbsp; <br><br>Garrett smiled as he said, "And here I thought all this time you really didn't like all the attention the guys gave you Angie.&nbsp; Guess I was wrong because your sure to get far more attention than you had before now.&nbsp; I almost feel sorry for the poor fool who try's to touch your new twins."&nbsp; Garrett then winked at Angie before lifting the two hundred pound bar and began the first part of his work out.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rottendam Maximum Security High School</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lynnie</strong> on <strong>04-05-2010, 01:13:02</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Angie didn't even blink at the sounds of dropping dumb bells and guys screaming out in pain. Her eyes narrowed in on Garrett. "And the other girls wondered why I binded my breasts. Its exactly this that I was trying to avoid. Are you going to start in on me now too Garret?" Asking as she picked up a badmitton racket and started bouncing a birdy (the ball used for Badmitton) off the net. <br><br>Hears the bell ring for class to start and shurgs. Its not like they actually do anything but goof off here in gym so no one payed much attention to the bells anyways. Putting down the badmitton racket and birdy she decided she had better stretch competely since there was cheerleader practice after school. Sitting down on the gym floor and spread her legs into an almost split and reached down wrapping her fingers around her heel stretching her body into the new posititon with ease.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Rottendam Maximum Security High School</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nim</strong> on <strong>04-05-2010, 05:50:55</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Garrett finished the set he was working on placing the bar bell back in its rest before sitting up and looking down at where Angie had decided to sit down and do her stretches.&nbsp; "Me start something with you?&nbsp; Not likely I know better than that.&nbsp; No one messes with the Ice Queen unless she lets them into her palace.&nbsp; I've known you for a long time now and in all that time I can't remember us ever having any kind of real talk.&nbsp; So the way I figure it your not interested so why should I bother wasting my time chasing after you."<br><br>Garrett laid back down on the bench and reached and wrapped his fingers around the bar.&nbsp; Then with a small grunt he pushed the bar off of its base once again to begin his next set.&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Rottendam Maximum Security High School</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lynnie</strong> on <strong>13-05-2010, 06:22:01</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Angie looked up at Garrett, "Smart man most would try something wether or not I've had a conversation with them or not. And I only show interest in those that seem to get that I'm not about sex. Just because I'm a cheerleader doesn't mean I'm a whore." She sighed as she looked around the gym. Several guys started making wolf whistles at her. Ignoring them as she stood up stretching her upper body now. Looking at Garrett as he started bench pressing again, something about him being distant to her interested her. She would have to get to know him.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Rottendam Maximum Security High School</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nim</strong> on <strong>13-05-2010, 06:57:54</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Fishing up with this last set Garrett picked up the towel he had been laying on and wrapped it around his shoulders.&nbsp; As he looked up into Angie's eyes holding her gaze for a moment before he stood up his eyes never leaving hers.&nbsp; "Unfortunately for you Angie not all of your fellow cheerleaders hold true to themselves and work very hard at proving just the opposite.&nbsp; Takes a lot of character to stick to your beliefs in a fucked up place like this."&nbsp; Garrett glanced over at a couple of the guys who had been doing the cat calls taking note of their faces before turning back to Angie again, "See ya around Angie, hope those two old friends of yours don't end up causing you more trouble than it was worth unwrapping them."&nbsp; Garrett turned then and walked over to another part of the Gym were the curl bars were kept.&nbsp; Only the curl bars nor the dumbbells weren't free weights like the bench.&nbsp; It would be far to easy to use stuff like that as a weapon.&nbsp; The bench press had chains on the bar that limited movement but the rest of the equipment was all machine weights.&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Rottendam Maximum Security High School</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lynnie</strong> on <strong>21-05-2010, 02:59:50</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Angie laughed as he made the comment about her breasts. Following him over to the other weights she sat down and started using the leg press. "Why have you never spoken to me before Garrett?" Arching a brow as she started pressing about fifty pounds with for most women is an aweful lot. For how skinny she was she was able to lift amazing amount of weight with her legs. Glancing at Garrett out of the corner of her eye she smiled softly. Would he be interested in some extracircular activities with her maybe?
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