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But everybody's gone and you've been here for too long

Who: Teenage Bigby Wolf (15) and YOU
Where: At the School Cultural Event, Class 1-3
When: Japanese High School AU Event (Saturday through Wednesday)
Rating: PG-13 for Bigby’s foul mouth
Summary: Bigby is a fifteen year-old rebel who is not into school shit whatsoever. On days he’s not in class, he can be found outside smoking and picking fights with whoever gives him the stink eye. Teenage Bigby will be played by

bigbadwlf for the duration of the event.
The Story:

Bigby Wolf was swiftly working on ways of getting kicked out of school.

Not that he really cared. Fuck school. The entire place only stood in his way of proving himself. The only reason he was here at this high school was because of his rich father and fuck that prick. His six older brothers may have swallowed the Kool-Aid and bought into the dick’s lies and money but not Bigby. He couldn’t forget how the ass had left his mother all alone. He had been the only one who stayed and when she died, he vowed to never give his Father the satisfaction to see him cry. Because he was Big and he was Bad and he’d fight anything that walked in his way, just to show them who was the toughest son of a bitch around.

His class is 1-3 and there are few in there that he can tolerate but he mostly stays away, spending his time around the school. You can meet up with Bigby in different places throughout the week:

A) In the school yard, smoking and roughly avoiding anything and everything academic. Bigby will spend most of his time leading up to the school event here, probably hanging out with other degenerate kids. He has little control over his mouth or his fists so be prepared to have a barking Bigby in your face if he doesn’t like how you look at him or what you have to say.

B) The Kendo Club. Bigby doesn’t do organized sports but some of his mates practice swords after school so Bigby finds his way to the club eventually. Plus, there’s this girl… Well, the less said about her the better but he can’t stop thinking about her and he’s pretty sure other people are beginning to notice.

C) During the school event, Bigby will be hanging outside of the Onigiri area, probably munching on the riceballs he is supposed to be making. He’s trying to find some place to hide and he’ll probably make appearances through out the fair. Again, if anyone looks at him sideways, be prepared for a fight because Bigby punches first and asks questions later.

D) The Dance. Bigby is hanging out at the dance here. He is out with Mary Margaret but that's not to say he won't talk to anyone who drops by!

Enjoy the scrappy punk while he’s around. One of these days he’s going to end up on the wrong side of the law and he might not be around forever.

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Bigby turns and smiles a bit when he sees that it's Rand. He follows the guy to the stairwell, eagerly hiding from class. This isn't the first time he's cut class with the guy and it won't be the last. Bigby sits down on one of the steps and pulls out a cigarette, lighting it with a click of his silver lighter.

"How long you think we have til someone finds us here?" he asks with a puff of smoke.

"Soon, if you keep smoking." Rand likes Bigby well enough, but the smoking. Dear God, the smoking. He regularly make jabs at him for it and the stench. He sits downwind of Bigby, lounging and taking up a full step on his own. "Rice balls. Why did we get stuck with something as stupid as that?"

Bigby doesn't give a shit. He takes a deep breath and exhales, although he does turn his head so that the smoke wafts away from Rand. That is called caring, man.

"What else would you want to be doing? It's all shit. I'd skip the whole fucking day if I thought they wouldn't call the Prick at home."

He appreciates it. "Well, at least if we were doing the play we'd be rehearsing and then it'd be done. Not this all day bullshit. Or even the haunted house! That at least would entertaining." Rand chuckles. "Or at least everyone's faces would be."

"I'm sure you can get the same horrified looks with your riceballs," Bigby says with a smirk. "I've had your cooking, man. They should feature that shit in the haunted house."

"Like yours is any better," he retorts, shooting Bigby a dirty look. He's never had to cook and he never intends to start. "Though at least mine's not lethal. How many people did you kill last time you cooked? Half a town?"

"At least," Bigby said with a chuckle. "Food poisoning. In my defense, no one told me that batch of pickled plums was rancid. I was just doing what I was told."

He's sort of proud of that fact. The look on the Prick's face when he was accused of doing it on purpose was priceless.

"I'm thinking of ditching the entire festival. What about you?"

He makes a face. "My sisters will have my head if they hear about me skipping, despite the fact that they hate this sort of thing just as much as I do!" It was entirely unfair that just because he was the youngest he had to be the "good child". "It'd probably piss Father off too but everything pisses him off so..." Rand shrugs.

"Piss him off," Bigby says. He doesn't care how helpful his advice is. When it comes to family, he only has one view point and that is to say "fuck it".

"What's he really going to do? Ground you? Like that will work."

"You haven't seen his temper," Rand mutters. Louder, "I'd piss him off if it wouldn't piss my sisters off. I got tricked into promising I'd stay today. Nothing about tomorrow, but today? I'm stuck."

"I guess that's what sucks about sisters," Bigby muses, blowing smoke rings towards the ceilings. "My brothers leave me the hell alone. I think they play this game called 'ignore Bigby'. Assholes. At least I don't have them talking to me."

He exhales one last time before he puts the cigarette out on the stairs. "Hey man, if you're stuck then I guess I can be stuck too. Can't have you suffering through class without me."

"My brothers aren't much better. They just glare instead of nag." Big families suck. There's seven of them in Rand's house and he kind of hates it. No privacy, loud noises, not to mention the constant nagging...ugh.

He manages to shoot Bigby a small smile that actually isn't slightly sarcastic. "Well, misery does love company. Does this mean if I get talked into the drag pageant you'll sign up too?"

"I say fuck them all. Screw family. Who needs it?" Bigby shrugs his shoulders, leaning against the wall now. He still contemplates just running away but his Dad is pretty powerful. The last thing he wants to do is to be hauled back onto the doorstep like a stray dog.

A drag pageant? You must be out of your fucking mind, Rand. Bigby doesn't do drag.

"Sign me up and I'll burn the stage accidentally," Bigby says with little emotion. "But you, yeah man, I'll come see you in the pageant. Don't get any funny ideas, though. I've got a reputation."

"Well, seeing how mine's paying for literally everything I have..." Another shrug, and then he throws his jacket at Bigby. "I'm not dressing up in drag. I did that once for drama club. Never again." And no, there are no pictures. Why would there be pictures?

Bigby laughs and catches the jacket before tossing it back at Rand. "I'm just saying, man, you do it at your own peril. I can't guarantee the safety of the person who signs me up for that shit. And since you've already done it once..."

He grins, letting his words trail off as if to imply that Rand was really looking forward to putting on a dress and makeup. Again.

The look Rand shot Bigby could have killed a lesser man.

"It was for a one-act and I am never doing it again. You even think about it and you will suddenly find yourself out of cigarettes."

"Harsh, man," Bigby says with a laugh. "Look, let's just move on to a different topic. Neither of us will be in the drag show and just leave it at that."

He sits back for a minute, enjoying the quiet of the stairwell.

"Of course, I've seen those pictures and you could win if you put your mind to it," he adds with a grin as he takes one final playful jab.

Rand growls and throws himself at Bigby, because why be sensible when you can get physical. He sort of half throws a punch, not really trying to hurt him but just sort of trying to prove a point.

This is usually how he proves his points.

"You saw nothing."

Bigby laughs harder and fights back because this is what he lives for. If Bigby isn't smoking, he's fighting and who better to bloody up then a good friend? Especially when it's over it's all forgiven.

"Nothing or everything? 'Cause I'm pretty sure I saw some thigh in that photo," he says again, catching the punch and pushing Rand's hand until they're both practically falling down the stairs in a heap.

And of course Rand ends up on the bottom of the heap, but he's still fighting and trying to get back on top.

"Now I know you're lying!" Only it's totally possible that Bigby did see some thigh but he isn't going to let him know that. Rand is an accomplished liar, after all.

"Am I really lying?" Bigby asks, punching Rand lightly in the gut. He's laughing and having a grand time because cutting class and fighting was the best thing in the world.

"Come on, man, you're going to have to do better than that. I'm kicking your ass and not even trying!"

"You don't want me to start biting!" Of course as he says that he manages to knee Bigby in the in the back of the knee, totally accidentally (but of course he's not protesting it.

"Ow!" Bigby says, scrambling to keep Tybalt pinned to his back. "Resorting to fighting dirty? You don't want to bite me, I'll fucking bite you back. Do you forget the rumor that went around about the kid whose finger I bit off? Not all of that was fake, you know."

Bigby is...well, bigger than Rand so it's not hard to keep him pinned. It's hard to keep him still, however, and he's still struggling.

"I just said you don't want me to start biting! I go for the tender bits."

Well, that's a threat that Bigby takes seriously. If there's one thing he really doesn't want Rand to do is to bite anything he will end up missing. He gives Rand a bit of a slap on the head before mussing up his hair and pushing him away, climbing a few stairs to safety.

"No biting," he says, trying to fix his tie. "Fuck, man, I was only kidding before. You don't need to threaten to bite my cock off."

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