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Post by Jake Wilde on Feb 26, 2008 20:59:58 GMT -5
[alright, this is open, but anyone who wants to join, we're doing the bare minimum of expected sentences -- 5. No more, no less. Yes... we regard this as a challenge.]
The lounge was relatively empty at the moment. Probably because Mrs. Edwards, the English teacher, had assigned practically every year a scheiße load of homework. But things like that didn't get to Jake Wilde; he just put everything off until the last possible moment and then did the bare minimum. He knew this about himself, so there was no sense in stressing about it -- right? Jake was playing billiards by himself, and thought he had been keeping to himself, until he hit the cue ball skillfully against the blue two and it was stopped, just before the corner pocket, by a thin, pale hand.
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Post by Chrissy A. Jones on Feb 26, 2008 21:14:30 GMT -5
"Hello, Wilde," she said in a low voice, picking up the ball and looking at it with a smirk, then back at Jake. There was no reason for the way she was acting, but the mood of it all when she had walked in, seemed like it would be coming out from a movie with such moods; and it didn't help that she had watched a Bond movie the night before. She tossed the ball back at Jake as she made towards him, "Now, why might I find you in here and not out there causing trouble?" She leaned against the side of a table, now going for another ball as she tossed it back and forth from one hand to the other. She set it back down and pushed it across the table, causing it to hit another ball into a pocket.
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Post by Jake Wilde on Feb 26, 2008 21:32:06 GMT -5
Jake was grinning before he even lifted his grey eyes; he knew it was going to be Chrissy Jones -- no one else approached him like that, unless it was Russ. Jake cleared his throat in response, and started chalking his stick. He put his hand out, just in time to stop the two-ball, and watched Chrissy mess with the rest of his game; typical girl, no concern for what he might have been doing -- nothing, really. Jake said nothing until Chrissy knocked one of his balls into the side pocket, “Why are you in here causing trouble? I thought you would be doing your homework, or something,” he added, leaning over and lining up another shot, Chriss had opened up with her interference.
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Post by Chrissy A. Jones on Feb 26, 2008 21:45:23 GMT -5
"Don't answer my question with a question," she said as she made forward to interfere with his game even further by picking up the ball that he lined up with his. She let out a laugh without meaning too. "I was on my way to do homework when I found you in here. Now, why aren't you doing your homework because I know Edwards gave you tons to do," She set the ball in her hand an arm ways away from where it was originally, waiting for Jake to make his next move so that she could make her own. She grinned, she would only act this way around Jake.
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Post by Jake Wilde on Feb 26, 2008 22:01:38 GMT -5
Jake could not help grimacing, as Chrissy took away his shot and further went on to mention Edwards’s homework assignment. It was one thing that really irritated him, when people bugged him about what he “should” be doing… he let it slide because it was her. Jake walked around the table, reaching the Chrissy-arm-length-away ball with ease, and set it right next to a pocket (close to his cue ball) for a super easy shot. “If Winters can’t keep me in line, I doubt Edwards has a chance,” He said, blocking Chrissy with his stick, anticipating that she would try to mess with him further. “You just can’t help it, can you?” He asked mysteriously.
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Post by Chrissy A. Jones on Feb 26, 2008 22:09:47 GMT -5
Chrissy frowned as the end of Jake's stick bumped into her and forced her to take a step back but also preventing her from getting a hold of the ball Jake was about to hit. She let out a sigh and gave in, leaving him to play his game and take that easy shot that if he didn't get, she would tease him greatly, so she sort of hoped he wouldn't make it. She looked at him curiously, "What do you mean? Can't help what?" she asked taking a step back and grabbing a stick of her own. She looked at the stick as if it were something of amusement and after a moment started to chalk it.
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Post by Jake Wilde on Feb 26, 2008 22:17:14 GMT -5
Triumphantly, Jake leaned backwards against the table and took the shot behind his back, while Chrissy did as Jake had intended to ask -- but forgot. “Being so weird,” he said, as though it were the most natural thing in the world to say. The shot went in with ease and Jake fetched the triangular rack; he held it up for Chrissy to see, “Keep going, or start over? You up for a challenge Jones?” He gave her one of his grinning, eyebrow-raised, provoking looks she had seen many times from him.
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Post by Russell Jameson on Feb 27, 2008 23:21:38 GMT -5
Russ sighed deeply as he walked into the student lounge, Edwards had really let him have it after class for disputing the heavy load of homework she'd given the class. It was a wonder he even bothered at all, her reaction to his arguments were always the same. The detention slip she'd given him still felt crisp in his pocket. The sound of two voices over by the billiard table made him stop and look up. "I'd urge you to accept but don't wager any money on it", Russell interrupted as he walked up to his two friends. "Jake will make a killing, for sure. But then again, maybe he'll be a gentleman and let you slide." Not likely, the boy thought to himself. Surely Chrissy was beyond that sort of treatment by now. In any case, it was fun egging her on.
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Post by Jake Wilde on Feb 27, 2008 23:33:26 GMT -5
Jake rested the rack on the edge of the table, as his cousin joined them in the lounge. He was surprised to see him really; Edwards had been less than pleased with his cousin’s opinion on her amount of homework for the night. It was one of the many drawbacks of being at the academy, the teachers got to know everyone very well, and were very diligent with punishment -- Jake could practically smell the detention issuance in Russ’s pocket. Jake grinned, knowing Russ would be referring to his days of small-time pool sharking… what was that, yesterday? “Me… a gentleman?” He asked with an incredulous scoff -- he knew himself better than that.
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Post by Chrissy A. Jones on Feb 28, 2008 0:54:26 GMT -5
Chrissy turned to find Russell walk in and she rolled her eyes; she didn't know if she could handle both of them together at the moment, the way they fed off each other and pushed her buttons. Sometimes she didn't know why she was friends with them, well, no, they weren't too bad, she supposed. She looked back at Jake, "Oh shush, Russty." She never really did take what either of them said too seriously or she'd pop a blood vessel in her head. "Let's just play ... for fun," she insisted, eyed Jake and readied herself to hit a ball.
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Post by Russell Jameson on Feb 28, 2008 1:53:10 GMT -5
True, expecting Jake to be a gentleman was like expecting hundred dollar bills to rain down from the sky. "Hey, don't call me that", the boy shot back at Chrissy when she called him by that absolutely irritating nickname that he really only let her get away with using. As she readied herself for the game, Russ reached over and ruffled her hair a bit, which wasn't hard at all due to her height. "Aw, don't tell me Chris is afraid of a little challenge?" He wondered how much she'd like his nickname for her.
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Post by Jake Wilde on Feb 28, 2008 2:24:14 GMT -5
Grinning, Jake tossed the rack back towards the wall; it missed the hook, but Jake didn’t bother to pick it up off the floor. Supporting himself with the pool stick, Jake laughed as Chrissy gave Russ a little of his own medicine… not that he hadn’t been on the receiving end of that as well. “Naw, not Jones. She faces challenges every day,” Jake put in casually, setting Chrissy up. “When she looks at the mirror in the morning,” Jake added for the punch, after a beat.
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Post by Chrissy A. Jones on Feb 28, 2008 2:32:09 GMT -5
"What? Russty?" she asked with a sly girn. "Forgive a girl for just wanting to play for fun," she took her shot and the ball barley missed the pocket. She sighed and slapped her hands down but as she backed away, Rusty had to come by and mess her hair up, "Hey, don't mess with the hair," she glared at Rusty. "And you're a complete prat sometimes," she said turning to Jake and poking his arm with the tip of her stick.
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Post by Russell Jameson on Feb 28, 2008 13:43:26 GMT -5
Russell watched as Chrissy gave Jake a penalty with her stick and laughed. It was nice to see her like this, being herself. Her superficial friendship with Sierra and a number of other 'It' girls had been troubling him lately. But so long as they could go on like this, Russ told himself that there was still hope for their friendship. "Aw, c'mon now Jake, our girl's not too unfortunate in the looks department", Russell said as he patted her head once more.
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Post by Jake Wilde on Feb 28, 2008 13:50:24 GMT -5
Jake let out a whinny "ow", making it seem as though she had pierced him with the stick, rather than just poking him a little. He had a tendency to overdramatize things. But he did deserve it. "Well, given. We wouldn't hang out with her if she were ugly."
[haha... how do you like that one???]
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