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Hey Yankee Boy!
Who: Levi (Class 1-1: age 15) and you!
Where: The roof of the school, on campus, and at the festival
When: All event long
Rating: PG-13 for Levi's shitty mouth
Summary: Blood Orange gang member and class 1-1 delinquent decides to actually show up to school.
The Story:
A. Roof Top
[The skies are clear on this afternoon. The bell for class rang long ago, the other students who were on the roof eating were now long gone: all except one. Levi stands on the roof, leaning against the fencing that keeps the students safety from falling down three stories. His uniform was oddly clean, his shirt was even tucked in. He appears to be an average student, all except for the fact that his blazer (which who wears their blazer in the summer anyways?) has patch stitched into it: the words 'BLOOD ORANGE' in bold red letters. He sighs heavily, unsure why he is here anymore. He should have just stayed in bed.
Without a word he pulls a carton of cigarettes from his jacket and places one between his lips. His hands goes back to his pocket and he pulls out a lighter. The metal flip top makes a small 'clink' as it opens and he tries to ignite the flame, but after several tries it doesn't work.]
Fuck.
[Guess he needs a light from someone else. He glances around for a moment and notices that he isn't alone.]
Oi. [Talking to you there.] Got a light?
B. Campus
[THEY SEE ME ROLLIN', THEY HATIN' It was towards the evening now. Clubs and classes were done with so the students were all heading back to the dorms for some well deserved rest...at least most where. Some were still out looking for trouble. Levi has since traded in his uniform for something a bit more...casual. He still has his blazer with the BLOOD ORANGE patch on it, only this time it was accompanied by a mask over his face and a kendo sword strapped to his back. Why the sword? Because he just left kendo club.
He didn't mean to look so intimidating...okay maybe he did. But that was how his crew was, speaking of which he was wondering where they were right now. He had his moped ready for a night of causing trouble and fucking shit up. He was just waiting for the right moment now.]
C. Festival
[His class somehow got stuck doing some play. He wasn't even sure what it was, he just knew Shakespeare did it. He ran out before anyone could tell him the title or the part he would be playing-- if he was even playing once since he was rarely there. He didn't want to be stuck in a pair of tights all day speaking old English to like some weirdo.
So here he was: eating some rice balls, eying the haunted house (and muttering how stupid it was), and trying to find a way place to lay low so he couldn't get pulled into anything else. He thought he heard his name being called as he stuffs another rice ball into his mouth. He turns the corner into a (what he thought) was an empty tent. Don't mind him, he's just avoiding people right now.]
Where: The roof of the school, on campus, and at the festival
When: All event long
Rating: PG-13 for Levi's shitty mouth
Summary: Blood Orange gang member and class 1-1 delinquent decides to actually show up to school.
The Story:
A. Roof Top
[The skies are clear on this afternoon. The bell for class rang long ago, the other students who were on the roof eating were now long gone: all except one. Levi stands on the roof, leaning against the fencing that keeps the students safety from falling down three stories. His uniform was oddly clean, his shirt was even tucked in. He appears to be an average student, all except for the fact that his blazer (which who wears their blazer in the summer anyways?) has patch stitched into it: the words 'BLOOD ORANGE' in bold red letters. He sighs heavily, unsure why he is here anymore. He should have just stayed in bed.
Without a word he pulls a carton of cigarettes from his jacket and places one between his lips. His hands goes back to his pocket and he pulls out a lighter. The metal flip top makes a small 'clink' as it opens and he tries to ignite the flame, but after several tries it doesn't work.]
Fuck.
[Guess he needs a light from someone else. He glances around for a moment and notices that he isn't alone.]
Oi. [Talking to you there.] Got a light?
B. Campus
[
He didn't mean to look so intimidating...okay maybe he did. But that was how his crew was, speaking of which he was wondering where they were right now. He had his moped ready for a night of causing trouble and fucking shit up. He was just waiting for the right moment now.]
C. Festival
[His class somehow got stuck doing some play. He wasn't even sure what it was, he just knew Shakespeare did it. He ran out before anyone could tell him the title or the part he would be playing-- if he was even playing once since he was rarely there. He didn't want to be stuck in a pair of tights all day speaking old English to like some weirdo.
So here he was: eating some rice balls, eying the haunted house (and muttering how stupid it was), and trying to find a way place to lay low so he couldn't get pulled into anything else. He thought he heard his name being called as he stuffs another rice ball into his mouth. He turns the corner into a (what he thought) was an empty tent. Don't mind him, he's just avoiding people right now.]
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Then you should start making plans. [Because she wasn't going to accept this.]
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[It's a dumb dance, Integra. Get over it.]
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[And that's that.]
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What the hell is that supposed to mean. You're not going to take the girl you like?
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Why do you care so much? It's not like we're going out.
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I figured that was just you being a bloody coward. Do you like me?
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Why does it matter? Taking you so some shitty dance doesn't prove anything.
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Answer the question.
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[This did matter and it mattered a lot.]
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[It wasn't that big of deal, really it wasn't. But even he didn't understand the feelings he had for her. It was confusing. At first he was just using her for food, smokes, and well the steady hook up wasn't bad. But now he wasn't sure. He couldn't answer her, because he didn't know himself.
He turns to leave back into the hallway, the excitement he had was gone now. He just wanted out.]
Fuck if I know.
[Probably the worse thing to say right now. But at least he was honest.]
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She promised herself she would never cry in front of a boy and she wasn't going to but she wanted him to hurt just like she was hurting. Instead, she reached for a glass paperweight on the teachers desk and threw it at him. Unfortunately her aim was atrocious, it slammed against the wall beside the door.]