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Bully => Community Stories => Topic started by: scg25 on March 29, 2011, 12:51:52 AM
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Now I noticed that there is indeed fanfiction here. I wanted to try an RP type way to the game. So if you're new to roleplay here's how things work:
Roleplaying is a bunch of made up characters put into a world. So we control personal characters. Now we also have the canon characters in too. Our characters react to each other. So lets try this.
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James Allen sat alone at a table in the Cafeteria. He hoped that someone could come and sit next to him. Maybe I'm destined to be alone? He thought, sadly. He was a violent kid. He would always fight no girl would want someone like him. He didn't have any friends either. He wished for some.
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The class bell rang and he was off to class. He was new and didn't really have any idea of where the classes were.
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At the moment he stood up he bumped against a skinny boy that almost fell on the ground. The guy had very short hair and the sort of moustache that characterized prepubescent young boys. He bended over to pick up a card he had left falling on the ground, readjusted his astronomy club vest, and used his high-pitched voice in direction of James :
"You could watch out."
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James ignored the nerd and continued on. He had Chemistry and he didn't know where to go. Oh great. I'm lost. He thought. Oh well lets go start some trouble.
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As he began to forget what had happened at the Cafeteria he heard it again. That annoying, high-pitched voice.
"Ah, there you are ! Look, I don't have much friends here, and it's only the start of the year. Mind if we go to class together ? We have chemistry, just over there."
And the skinny guy pointed in direction of a corridor, a book under the arm.
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"Alright lets go." He said trying to ignore that annoying voice. It was actually quite easy to ignore it for someone with a lot of patience such as himself.
"So where's Chemistry?" He questioned again. "And what's your name? I'm James Allen."
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"My name's Marty Lewis, but just call me Marty, I hate when people call me Lewis."
Marty walked a little faster and mimed a pathetical reverence in front of a blue door.
"Here's Chemistry, your highness !"
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We walk into Chemistry. It was silent. Children were working on their chemistry sets. The teacher looked at me, with a frightened expression on his face.
"Who are you!" He exclaimed with a scared tone.
"James Allen." I said. The name didn't ring any bells to him. "The new kid," I continued.
"Oh, right. Take your seat." He said pointing to all of the seats. I went and sat down next to a kid I didn't know.
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First person, third person, what should I write in ?
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Your choice, I guess. I might change to first person.
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Marty walked straight behind James so that the teacher wouldn't ask him who he was. He first tried to sit next to James, but it was already occupied, so that he had to find a seat at the table before him. Next to him was a giant guy with a Letterman Jacket. Marty listened for a few minutes and turned around to talk to James.
"So ?"
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"So what?" I questioned. "NO TALKING!!!" The Chemistry teacher yelled. I chuckled at the tone in his voice.
"Yes, my furher!" I replied sarcastically.
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(Not part of RP: We need more people I think. Haha)
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"You shouldn't say that, James" Marty whispered the less discreet way. Then he took a look at the professor mixing chemicals in a big glass. He turned around one more time, and opened his mouth as the hand of the giant next to him patted on his shoulder.
"Man, you got a pen ?" he asked with a strong russian accent.
"Oh, uh... Yes, uh... Sure." Marty said, searching frenetically in his bag.
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I started working on my assignment. The teacher flanked around me watching me as I put the chemicals in. Although it was annoying having him there I pretended not to notice him.
"NO, NO, NO!" He yelled at me as I put a wrong chemical in. "YES YES YES!" I yelled back with an annoyed tone in my voice.
"It doesn't go in there!" He yelled. "Okay, okay okay. God don't throw a tissy fit." I replied. He was silent for a few seconds before responding.
"You think we don't know you and your tricks!?" The teacher barked back. Tricks? What tricks?
"You don't know anything about me..." I replied before being cut off. "Jame Francis Allen: Height 6" 1', 205 lbs, has an athletic physical build, 16 years old. Has gotten expelled from nine schools for: violence, vandalism, theft, and stabbing a teacher with a knife. Dr. Crabblesnitch already told me about you!" He said.
I continued on my assignment trying to ignore him as he still watched me.
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"You... What ?"
Of course, Marty didn't resist the tentation of turning around with fish eyes. Naturally, doing so, the powder he was supposed to put in the glass landed on the table and, sadly for him, on the Letterman Jacket of the giant guy. Marty received a slap in the back of the head so hard that he went tumbling in the middle of the class, causing some students to look up from their work with astonished eyes.
"Hey, uh, sorry, didn't mean to hurt you, kid... But..."
"I... I... I'm sorry, uh... It's my fault."
"Now concentrate... Yes ?"
But Marty was so disturbed about what he just heard that he couldn't manipulate the chemicals the correct way. After a good minute of trying, the russian took the bottle from his hands and finished the assignment faster that anyone in the class could.
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The class bell rang and as we came out in the hall the Russian kid started pushing Marty around.
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(More roleplayers please? Haha I'm desperate)
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"Hey, stop it ! I tought that was a friendly slap to the head !" Marty cried.
He turned over to James, that was just going out of the classroom, and pointed in direction of the big Russian that had grabbed him by the collar.
"James ! Jaaames ! Show this guy not to mess up with your friends !"
"You are firend with that moron ?" the russian guy asked.
A few students in blue diamond-patterned sweaters had stopped on their way out to watch the scene. Two of them were exchanging words with amused looks.
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"Leave him alone." I said in a serious, defensive tone. He looked at me and chuckled. "What are you going to do?" He asked laughing as the nearby crowd laughed with him. I grabbed the Russian kid by his collar just as he had done to Marty.
"Back off." I said with a serious tone. Then I shoved him away. He moved towards me trying to perform a left hook but I moved my head out of the way just in time and returned with a punch to his jaw. He backed up. He felt his face to make sure no sign of blood was showing. I moved up and kneed him in the stomach. He bent over gasping like a fish out of water. I kneed him in the head and he was knocked out.
"C'mon Marty," I said coldly.
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Marty had fallen on his knees, and looked up to verify if the russian really was knocked out. He then glanced over at Marty with an horrified look.
"Shit, James... We're dead !" Marty said with a higher voice than before.
Though, he got on his feet and walked nervously at the side of James, trying to hide the sweat stains under his arms.
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"You didn't do anything," James said, reassuringly. "I'll take the blame." He added. The Russian opened his eyes and tried to stand up but fell back down again.
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"Oh, uh... You're right." Marty said, visibly rassured. "We should go eat something now... And have a drink."
As James interrogating look crossed Marty's, the kid had a little smile that didn't suit him.
"Yes, a real drink, without having to climb the school gates to get outside. I know a place here."
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"After you." James said. "Where too?" He asked finally.
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Both exited the main building of the school.
"Patience, James, you'll see ! We're headed to the Auto Shop."
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I started to walk in the direction of the Shop. Then I stopped dead in my tracks. Three Jocks were coming right for us, possibly aware of the beating that I gave Juri.