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✾ 『 tenth hit 』 | accidental video
Aug. 25th, 2010 05:24 am [ It's been a long day of school at Westerburg High. With three tests out of the way and a soccer practice just finished, Mindy Macready wants nothing more than to make her departure from campus. Her ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
prefers_chess is waiting outside in his car, and it's for that reason that we find her decked out in something more feminine (black shorts AND black tights underneath) with the lightest dusting of make-up pressed against her cheeks. She's lugging a heavy load with her: backpack on one arm, on the other, her sports bag and a net bag stuffed with her cleats and soccer balls. The reason all of this is on camera is that she was trying to make a call to Rudy, instead she accidentally slips on the video button as the scene in front of the (mostly) deserted lunch tables abducts her attention.
Five assholes in those standard letter and leather jackets circumscribed around a short, red-haired boy. The red rings around both eyes his eye, his heavily bleeding lip, and that fist clutching his collar tells a succinct story.
Sigh.
She drops her bags on the floor and sets the communicator on the table. Now it's an accidental movie camera. ]
You think you can do this stuff when I'm not here? Soccer practice from three to five on Monday, Tuesday, and Thursday. Remember?
We've heard about you and your hallway monitoring crap. It's all bullshit.
Fuck off or we'll shove you in a locker until you're crying and screaming for your mommy. You'd fit just right.
( Crack -crack goes the knuckles of her right fist. Expletives of angry, arrogant boys snap back. A smirk. Two fingers in a beckoning call. )
[ ooc: First off, pretend this is backdated to around five thirty on Tuesday. I AM SORRY FOR SO MUCH PROFANITY. she's got her hit-girl bravado up. Also, I hardly ever write fight scenes so please forgive any mistakes or technical issues. <3; either action when she's walking through the hallways + beyond (not in the cafeteria) or audio. ]
also i am going to be horrible and post and run because i need to get up in two hours. ;; ]
prefers_chess is waiting outside in his car, and it's for that reason that we find her decked out in something more feminine (black shorts AND black tights underneath) with the lightest dusting of make-up pressed against her cheeks. She's lugging a heavy load with her: backpack on one arm, on the other, her sports bag and a net bag stuffed with her cleats and soccer balls. The reason all of this is on camera is that she was trying to make a call to Rudy, instead she accidentally slips on the video button as the scene in front of the (mostly) deserted lunch tables abducts her attention.Five assholes in those standard letter and leather jackets circumscribed around a short, red-haired boy. The red rings around both eyes his eye, his heavily bleeding lip, and that fist clutching his collar tells a succinct story.
Sigh.
She drops her bags on the floor and sets the communicator on the table. Now it's an accidental movie camera. ]
You think you can do this stuff when I'm not here? Soccer practice from three to five on Monday, Tuesday, and Thursday. Remember?
We've heard about you and your hallway monitoring crap. It's all bullshit.
Fuck off or we'll shove you in a locker until you're crying and screaming for your mommy. You'd fit just right.
( Crack -crack goes the knuckles of her right fist. Expletives of angry, arrogant boys snap back. A smirk. Two fingers in a beckoning call. )
[ ooc: First off, pretend this is backdated to around five thirty on Tuesday. I AM SORRY FOR SO MUCH PROFANITY. she's got her hit-girl bravado up. Also, I hardly ever write fight scenes so please forgive any mistakes or technical issues. <3; either action when she's walking through the hallways + beyond (not in the cafeteria) or audio. ]
also i am going to be horrible and post and run because i need to get up in two hours. ;; ]
