« Prev 1 2 Next » Reply Share Thread Facebook Twitter Tumblr LinkedIn MySpace Email Go to Previous Thread Next Thread Please make a selection first Author Topic: PARTY HARD! (Everyone) (Read 1,265 times) Deleted [send pm] Joined: January 1970 Posts: 0 PARTY HARD! (Everyone) « Jul 3, 2009 20:58:58 GMT -6 » Quote Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Member Give Gift Back to Top Monday Night 10:37pm Everyone hates Mondays and is looking for some last minute thing to do Three vans have entered the Chula Vista collective grounds, all of them getting by with a pre-made bribe with the gate security. All three gray tinted window vans are full loaded with all the supplies needed for the night. Tonight was going to be everyone's topic of discussion in and out of the Collective. The biggest party of the summer. 10:42pm The three vans have now arrived out side the dorm buildings of the Collective. Together theres less than a fraction of a mile between every dorm and the three vans. The workers in the vans begin to unload. a large fold-able stage is now set up under the cover of darkness. The DJ booth is set up atop the stage. Techno lighting fixtures come out of van number two. All with varying colors and patterns. Lastly everything is plugged into van number three's generator. 10:56pm The Samoan Wrecking Ball snuck out of his dorm with a smile on his face and a dark hoodie covering his head. He delivers the money to the workers leaders that paid for everything there. Afano takes a head count of everything and sets up a banner and gold to be presented later on in the night. 11:00pm The music blares from the speaker waking all those in each dorm from their slumber, or intriguing those already awake looking to pass the time. Afano is now waiting with the DJ at the booth as the lights flash on staring deep into the dorm and it's windows. A flood of students come out from they're dorms. Some ready to party some ready to riot. The DJ looks on nervously as the song fades out. A new song starts out as the crowd seems to get into it. Afano looks out to the crowd as they start to enjoy it. A few security guards were lined up along the stage. Afano would wait for a few songs to play before making his opening and announcement. (ooc: From here you can post your own songs to play, and what your doing. Enjoy the Biggest Party of the Summer!) Back to Top   giggles Guest [send pm] Joined: January 1970 Posts: 0 PARTY HARD! (Everyone) « Jul 5, 2009 15:07:51 GMT -6 » Quote Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Back to Top ooc: I doubt that this sort of thing would happen at the Collective, but lol. Benny had a dream that she was in a nightclub, which was weird because she never partied or listened to techno music. The sound coming out of the blaring stereos filled her ears, giving her a headache. She never thought it was possible for anyone to get a headache inside a dream. She groaned and shifted in her bed. Slowly, she opened her eyes and stared at the dark ceiling. It took her at least ten seconds to realize that the music was coming from outside her dream. At first, she thought that one of her roommates decided to turn on one of the stereos in the room. However, the sound was too loud to be coming from just a small boom box. Plus, the three beds in her room were empty. The ruffled sheets, however, told her that someone had been sleeping in them until recently. "What?" She got out of bed and walked to the window, which she believed was the direction of where the sound was coming from. Rubbing her eyes with one hand, she slid the window open and peered out. Just outside of campus was a large object, too dark for her to make out. However, a few lights in the area showed her people. Students she recognized from some of her classes at Henry Knox. She turned away from the window and started to dress. Within minutes, she was off the campus and heading towards the stage. What was going on? Whoever was stupid enough to play music in the middle of the collective obviously didn't know about the rules. He was probably asking for an expulsion or--if he was a Henry Knox student--a lifetime in The Pit. Benny pushed through the crowd of dancing students. There were too many people for her to determine who was the mastermind behind this stupid plan. However, unknown to her, the person behind the party would soon make his appearance. "Everyone, get back to your dorms!" she yelled, the techno music drowning out her voice. Back to Top   luli Guest [send pm] Joined: January 1970 Posts: 0 PARTY HARD! (Everyone) « Jul 5, 2009 17:34:53 GMT -6 » Quote Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Back to Top Luli had heard of this little party some kid was holding on the collectives grounds, and being one to never pass up a chance she was there. She had caught wind of it, not very hard around this place, and with nothing planned of entertaining value she got ready and headed out. Though the rave vibe she got wasn't exactly her scene she made sure to liven it up on her own. Not sure where Colin was (or if he'd even show up) or where Rudie had gotten off to she made her way through the crowd, already feeling a nice buzz as she had raided her boy friends liquor supply before heading out and making sure she was in a great mood before dealing with the crowd. With a grin on her face, eyes half lidded and slightly glazed she was mildly impressed with herself that she was able to stay up on in her black platform knee high lace up boots. The pink plaid halter top and matching micro mini skirt with black lace details running through it left little to the imagination. More then anything Luli was amused to see the kiddies squirm as she danced her way through, a drink in hand. Just as the music faded to a new song she saw someone obviously not enjoying the good times to be had by all and with a roll of her eyes made her way over to the pink haired girl. If she was looking to break up the crowd of this size by herself she had some brazen balls. Laughing to herself she pushed out of the group she was in and drained the rest of her drink dropping the cup and making her way over. Luli wasn't was for tack usually and she didn't start now, instead stepping in front of the shorter girl and wrapping an arm around her waist she had been close enough to here what every one else undoubtedly didn't. This one seemed a little up tight more then likely a military brat or hard core believer in the rules but if everyone obeyed rules where would then fun be. Whether or not pinkie was dancing along with her as she moved along at a slower pace or not didn't matter. Sidling her mouth near the girls ear she laughed again and made sure to speak loud enough to be heard. "You seem like you've got something stuck up your butt, doll," she said rather rudely, but with a grin, "live a little or don't bother coming out at all." Pulling away she let her hands slip down the girls arms to her hands, expecting totally for the little goody goody to yank out of her grip. Of course what could Luli expect from someone that showed up at a party and started telling people what to do, to be? (()) Back to Top   mir Guest [send pm] Joined: January 1970 Posts: 0 PARTY HARD! (Everyone) « Jul 6, 2009 15:59:43 GMT -6 » Quote Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Back to Top "Whoa, I'm not hallucinating." Bishop said as he looked out of his balcony, seeing quite the unexpected sight as the grounds of the Collective a couple of miles away were livelier than ever on a Monday with lights and sounds coming from it. It didn't take much time for Mir to realize what was going on, though he still had trouble wondering how the hell someone managed to pull this stunt off. Not caring too much about the answer to that query, the naked young man hurried inside - he was in no mood to getting a cold after his shower - and decided to dress up for the occasion. Arriving on the scene twenty minutes later, the lad marched wearing a silk black shirt with rolled up sleeves, his fallen cross pendant showing as the top buttons were left unused on purpose, his best pair of navy blue jeans and a pair of comfortable yet classy leather shoes. Flashing an easygoing smile, he decided to take a walk around the grounds and get a good idea of what was going on. The first thing he noticed was the DJ's preference for house music, even hearing some Basshunter in the midst of it all. He wasn't expecting to hear any hip hop, but as he was about to give up on that prospect, the jockey at the turn tables pleasantly surprised him. Mir grinned at the sound of the R'n'B/House mix before pressing on. And that's when his eyes fell on two girls he had met before, and who looked completely different one from the other, like day and night (OOC: ... shoot me for the pun). Raising an eyebrow, he approached them, hands in his pockets. "Didn't expect to see you two together." He shouted out as he appeared before them, a couple of yards away. Not wasting a second, he said what was on his mind. He nodded at the burgundy-haired girl first. "You look flustered." Then at Luli. "You look gorgeous." Then at the two of them. "One of you needs a mood change, and I've never had any problems with 'gorgeous'. So, care to tell me what's going on here?" Back to Top   Past Jack Gavyns Vargleshnoot Intelligence/Terror Specialist [color=slateblue]You're wrong, death should be afraid... of me.[/color] [send pm] Joined: June 2009 Posts: 10,172 PARTY HARD! (Everyone) « Jul 6, 2009 20:31:44 GMT -6 » Quote Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Member Give Gift Back to Top A party wasn't something that happened often at Chula Vista, though the massive amount of students heading outside to attend it was a testament to their bravery. After all, if the staff got wind of this, which they inevitably would, then the students attending the party would likely get in trouble, if they didn't head back to their dorms immediately when requested. Dressed in his formal attire, as his uniform hadn't been delivered to him yet, Seth would look up from the novel he was reading, his feet propped up on the bench in front of him. It had been a good while since he had met with Will earlier in the day, and with all the commotion going on, there was a good chance the Scot knew exactly what was expected of him. From a distance, the Junior could see the hulking form of William, hefting the very item he had run off to grab in order to get the night's activities underway, and as it was the visual cue he had been waiting for, Seth would stand from his seating, dropping his novel on the bench next to him. You better be ready, Will. Or this will be decidedly less fun than it should be. As Seth made his way over to the growing crowd of partying students, he would place a cigarette between his lips, lighting the nicotine stick before dropping the lighter back in his pocket. The boy carefully made his way around the party to head towards the DJ booth, where the sound system was hooked up. With the general hustle and bustle going on, there was little doubt he'd manage to do so without being noticed, however, Seth didn't plan on going unnoticed for very long. Standing directly behind one of the larger speakers, Seth would plant his right foot against the back of the speaker, before violently pushing the electronic device over. The massive speaker would tip over and slam against the ground, sending a horrible screeching noise as the electronics within smashed. The sudden noise would cause the party to come to a halt, and most everyone would turn to see the student responsible, standing atop the broken speaker. "Party's over. And if you feel like arguing, feel free to take it up with my friend, over there." Casually pointing with his left hand, Seth would gesture towards the van with the generator. Back to Top   Scream 'till there's silence Scream while there's life left will Guest [send pm] Joined: January 1970 Posts: 0 PARTY HARD! (Everyone) « Jul 6, 2009 20:32:20 GMT -6 » Quote Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Back to Top Will didn't see the need to think too much about the matter at hand. Fact stood, he was just amused at the plan given and had full intentions of wreaking as much havoc as possible with the 'tools' provided. Shunting his shoulder, he adjusted his 'plaything' with a sinister glare towards the growing noise of the party With him, six other Sons of Judas walked in a vague 'formation' alongside the massive Irishman, laughing amongst themselves as they followed their ad hoc leader to their task. Seth had made it very easy on Wills part. Show up, and do what came naturally. 'Easy as pie.' Whilst the small group approached, Will watched the smoothly-spoken Seth set things into motion as he brought down one of the speakers, the resulting screech even able to make Will wince at the high-pitched noise for a moment. Acting as a slight distraction, it made the small group have an easier time of getting into the fray without notice as Seth made his small 'announcement'. With most eyes on the sharp-dressed Seth, Wills contingent came to a stop around what he was looking for. This party required a secondary power source, something like a mobile generator, and odds stood it would be in the van. When the focus was directed over at them, Will simply grinned, shrugged his shoulder, cocked back the forty-pound sledgehammer in his hands and whirled it around to slam into the generator. Now, it was certainly going to be a sturdy piece of machinery, but Will could have smashed an engine block with that swing. As the generator sparked and fizzled, he spoke simply, curtly, sending his thick Irish brogue to the six who had positioned themselves to the side of the van. "Hoof it o'er, ye basterds..." he barked, his lips parting in a dark smirk as he watched the vehicle lurch over with a crash, a rumbling peal of laughter rolling thickly in his throat as he heard the generator tumble over inside. Turning around, he folded his massive arms over themselves before he addressed the party-members with a wan smirk. "Dae ah have any takers f'r an argument, then?" he added as he slowly walked over towards Seth, the six other Sons of Judas walking with him again as they cast their own amused glances to the gathered numbers. Back to Top   luli Guest [send pm] Joined: January 1970 Posts: 0 PARTY HARD! (Everyone) « Jul 6, 2009 20:43:50 GMT -6 » Quote Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Back to Top Swinging around not bothering to catch the girls response if she had one when she heard a familiar voice her smile split a little wider and winked at Mir when he commented on how she was looking. “Oh you look like so much more fun,” she said with a laugh and stepping away from pinky there and slide right up front of the white haired guy she remembered from the street dance competition. Her attention span was about as thick as a piece of paper at the moment, feeling to good from her light buzz, and usually she wouldn’t get touchy feely with anyone other then Colin (usually didn’t want to start a fight when she was in the mood to have a good time) she slipped an arm around Mir’s neck, securing herself there lightly as she moved to the music barely catching what he said, or hardly remembering…whats-her-face. Turning her face, tipping her chin up so she could look over her shoulder some what she drawled out a quiet ‘aaah..’ in thought. “Well, she wants everyone to go back to their dorms,” Luli said with a snort looking back at Mir. “I think she needs a good drink and maybe a wild night.” She had just started to get back into the groove of things when a ear splitting screech made her cringe especially with her so close to the speakers, the feed back coming from the busted amplifiers making her draw away from Mir and cover her ears as her eyes darted to the assholes that decided to ruin things. Yeah she would have loved to be mouthy but when she spotted the behemoth of a man asking for an argument she stepped around the guy and girl she was standing next to and put a hand to her hip, cocking her head. Feeling slightly buzzed and her entertainment smashed for the night she wasn’t happy, not like she could do anything, that guy looked like he would break in two. His thick accent making it hard to understand him (sounding more like he had a mouth full of dick then anything), and it was then she noticed…ever other guy looking like they could crush bricks, stepping up making this look like it was a bad idea… …but Luli wasn’t known for her tact. “Yeah!” She made herself heard. “What’s the big idea? Why you wanna go and ruin everyone’s good time for?” Oh she knew that most guys around here weren’t afraid of clocking a girl (no matter what size) in the face for less or anything at all, but her head was swimming with liquid courage. « Last Edit: Jul 6, 2009 21:26:53 GMT -6 by luli » Back to Top   godlike Guest [send pm] Joined: January 1970 Posts: 0 PARTY HARD! (Everyone) « Jul 6, 2009 20:56:49 GMT -6 » Quote Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Back to Top OOC: Who forgot to give Seth a glow stick so he wouldn't do something like this. Like many of the people here, Caleb had heard the rumors of a campus party, and naturally he had shown up at this party. But he wasn't here to party. Okay, he was. But his primary drive was to take pictures of the dancing people and the hot girls. Pretty much working like a nightclub photographer Hopefully Caleb could find the organizer afterwards and they could discuss some things and future arrangements. But armed with his trusty camera, Caleb dodged dancing couples and found hotties and party-boys and snapped photos of them. Some of them while they didn't notice, others he gave a small nudge so they noticed him. So far people had only reacted with smiles and some girls had even kissed each other. Those were the best pictures. The music changed from techno to something Caleb couldn't place. He was wearing a black t-shirt with Mojito written across the front in silver-ish white color. The only colorful thing about his clothing was the glow sticks around his right wrist. Caleb had bought and brought a box or two with glow sticks, and they had been distributed to those who had accepted to get a picture taken. Caleb saw the girl with a very scant outfit. He took a snapshot of her from a distance, hopefully without her seeing it. A zoomed picture of her ass too. Facebook material. But his teenage soul told him to get closer and get some better pictures. As he moved closer, she neared a girl and Caleb saw an opportunity for a great picture. If he could get the girls to make out -> Epic. A male interferred with Caleb’s dream image. But he could probably work with that. Caleb approached the trio and tapped the male (Bishop) on the shoulder after the scanty clothed female had said something Caleb couldn’t possibly hear. Caleb would hold his camera up for the guy to see and he could hopefully get the others to gather around for a photo. -> But a large screeching sound stopped those plans. Caleb spun around to face the stage. Caleb looked as some party poopers wrecked it all. Well. Camera + violence = golden opportunity. Several snaps of the guy on the broken speaker and once the second guy announced himself, several shots of him too and of the van as it was tipped over. The girl behind him yelled something and Caleb was quick to hide his camera from sight. « Last Edit: Jul 6, 2009 21:05:28 GMT -6 by luli » Back to Top   kurokula Guest [send pm] Joined: January 1970 Posts: 0 PARTY HARD! (Everyone) « Jul 6, 2009 21:06:04 GMT -6 » Quote Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Back to Top “A fuck!?” Shooting up from his bed, Jinn tossed his head in ever general direction to understand just what had woken him up at such an hour. Rather, finding the source of what he new was blaring music pounding against his ears from the campus grounds below. His eyes remained half open in a daze as lights form below shot into his window, causing the student to cover his eyes from the sudden change in atmosphere and lighting. He lifted himself from under the sheets, standing barefoot on the floor in his crosshatched boxers. He made his way over to the bright window, opening the frame for a better view at just what was transpiring down below. With a simple crack open, the music that blared from beneath multiplied in volume, leaving Jinn to clench his ears from the sounds. Proceeding from quiet straight to such racket wasn’t something the drowsy male felt like going through. The scene below was an odd one. A large assortment of equipment, stage included, had been set up in what must have been very little time and proceeded to play an assortment of what could be considered ‘party music.’ Students from the other dorms were already making their way outside to get a better view of just what was happening. Some embracing it; some demanding that the perpetrator decease. Just when one thought it couldn’t get any worse, a student goes and pulls a stunt like this. Typical. Grabbing a pair of Jeans and a T off of the floor, Jinn dressed himself before heading out into the hallway, packed full of students making their way outside for the ‘show.’ He found himself being pushed into the current of the crowd, leading him down, all be it slowly, towards the campus grounds. He glanced around for any familiar faces, one student meeting Jinn’s eyes with his own. A class acquaintance shoved his way over to him, looking rather flustered at the predicament. Jinn spoke up first. “Any idea what’s going on” He found himself shouting over the rabble. ”Nope. Just looks like some students trying to throw a party.” Great. How perfect a situation this was, was the general sarcasm running through Jinn’s head. As if the administration hadn’t been beaten down on the student’s hard enough, now the Students were just edging them on. Of all the places to hold a party, the campus was more than the most dangerous place to pull a stunt like this. If the faculty didn’t deal with it, and they would harshly do so, other students were sure to do something. Most of them much more aggressive than Jinn himself. Finally outside, Jinn lost sight of his acquaintance do to the large groups of people. The music was loud, with a mix of cheers and boos as lights flashed and students began to dance around. However, it was all short lived. Before Jinn even had the thought of acting to prevent this display and allow him to get back to the peace of sleep, another student was already on the stage. Noticeable only because of the speaker he had kicked over, causing a screech which halted most of the students in their place. He took a look at who was speaking. An unfamiliar face, but someone of interest do to his rather outspoken nature, an assumption gained from this experience alone. The man before the students claimed that the part was over, also pointing to a rather large Irishman with a rather devastating sledgehammer. It made sense that a generator was the source for the party and even more sense for the Irishman to smash it in order to stop the festivities. Two rather cocky characters, seeming ready for a fight were now the center of attention. The party for the most hand was already over and that was all Jinn really wanted. However, going about it the way they did, and knowing the egotistical attitude of almost every Fremont or Knox student caused him to grid his teeth in disappointment. He didn’t know if these two were planning something or just stupid, but with the types of students you had here, in this collective, pulling something like that, attempting to show some form of dominance in the way they did, was asking for a fight. Now THAT was a party. Back to Top   giggles Guest [send pm] Joined: January 1970 Posts: 0 PARTY HARD! (Everyone) « Jul 7, 2009 2:07:41 GMT -6 » Quote Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Back to Top ooc: To avoid confusion, we'll just have this thread take place after the meeting between Benny and Bishop. She was approached by a taller Asian girl. Benny couldn't tell if she was wearing a party outfit or her lingerie; more skin was shown than covered. The pink halter top and miniskirt were highly inappropriate, especially for a student at the collective. If Luli wanted to dress like that so badly, then she should have went to the red light district where she could easily fit in with the prostitutes. The pink-haired Henry Knox student rated the tasteless pink outfit a 0/10. Unlike the crowd that Luli passed through, Benny hardly moved a muscle as the two girls made bodily contact. Her disapproved was hidden by the blank mask she always kept on her face. She stared straight ahead as the Asian yelled in her ear. From what she could tell, Luli was drunk. The girl was wearing an outfit that a sober person would never be seen in, after all. As soon as Luli's hands gripped her own, Benny pulled away. Her head turned to the side, and she parted her lips to form her first words. Bishop's arrival, however, caught her attention. She encountered the middle eastern recently, and the incident was still fresh in her mind. As soon as Luli turned her attention to Biship--most likely to seduce him--Benny walked away. She did have a job to do, after all. There were so many things to do in order to please Headmaster Johnson, and this party only scratched the surface of what she assumed it took to please the guy. There were so many people here; she didn't doubt that there wasn't a single person who didn't know about the party. It wouldn't be long before the large crowd attracted the faculty members, however. All Benny had to do was find a way to get the students into line to make the teachers' job easier. The only problem was the large number of people. Luckily for her, a Fremont student dressed in a suit and his buddies decided to end the party. The screech of the speakers falling was painful to her ears, similar to the sound of nails being scraped down a chalkboard. "Party's over. Go back to your dorms or it'll be The Pit for you," she yelled out. Without the techno music to block out her commands, Benny could easily grab the attention of the crowd. "The same goes for all Fremont and O'Hare students." Back to Top   Andy Daws Mentor Swagger of a Cripple I'm The Bomb. No, literally, I blow stuff up. With my mind and junk. [send pm] Joined: June 2009 Posts: 2,192 PARTY HARD! (Everyone) « Jul 7, 2009 9:54:14 GMT -6 » Quote Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Member Give Gift Back to Top (ooc: so many party poopers, though once Afano's announcement comes out people will be more supportive) The half moon peered through a long stretch of grayish-blue clouds as Roth looked to the sky while driving the last of the party vans. Thats right, he was in on it. Roth approached the Chula Vista gates with the hope that their bribe still stood. After all Roth was now a half an hour late. Luckily the guard was gone, so that part didn't matter, he was probably enjoying the party. Roth rode on for another mile or so through the campus grounds until he came to the three vans all parked and already set up, but to little avail. Roth listened as he heard two students yell about how much this party was over. It was just the beginning. The tall wrestling Irishman parked hi van a little ways from the other three vans and got to work. The reason there were only one speaker to breaker, is because Roth had been late with the other five. One of the security guards ran over to help Roth as they crawled into the van to get their more important goods. While under the cover of confusion Roth and his friends laid out each row 'devices' along the stage. Roth looked to his partner, Afano, motioning to get the speakers. "WAZUP CHULA VISTA!?" With a loud roar Roth announced his presence to the entire party. Roth proceeded to take out two newly bought lighters and lit them in the air. He was hoping some of the smarter ones would know what was coming. "A Party ain't a party 'til we blow some shit up!" With that Roth ran towards the end of the stage and ran across it, lighting ever device along the stage. Roth stood back with a smile as each firework went off on the stage. Not fourth of July worthy, hell they were more like giant sparklers along the stage, embers too small to leave a burn really. As the distraction played Roth ran back to set up all new speakers, and plugged them into their new power source. That was easy, it was their back-up plan. Feeding a wire right into the electrical system of the dorms. Which dorm? Which wire? they were all tapped down and looked the same. And who would know it was the dorm? Roth was smart when he wanted to be, but was also a complete idiot. (ooc: VROOM VROOM PARTY STARTA!) Back to Top   Bio mir Guest [send pm] Joined: January 1970 Posts: 0 PARTY HARD! (Everyone) « Jul 7, 2009 20:03:09 GMT -6 » Quote Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Back to Top It was quite the feat for Mir not to get overwhelmed by all that was going on around him. Between Luli coming on to him, the screeching of a wrecked speaker almost tearing his ears off, watching a crew of troublemakers break the generator, Luli provoking them, some guy trying to take a few pics of her with Mir's help, and the speakers being replaced, the Iranian youngster managed to keep enough focus to take care of a couple of things of his mind. At first, his attention went to the boy with the camera (OOC: Godlike). Tapping on his shoulder to get his attention, he asked a little favor from him. "Can you take as many pictures of those idiots as you can and meet me behind the stage in a couple of hours? I'll get you that shot in exchange." That being said, he went to Luli with a friendly smile. Putting his hand around her back and on her shoulder, he playfully whispered a few words in her ear. "I'll try to loosen our little soldier girl over there. In the meanwhile, try not to get in a fight..." He grinned. "Yet. I'm not exactly happy with those mofos over there either." Once that was taken care of, Bishop approached the Knox girl from the side and stood by her, looking in the same direction that she was. With a pondering tone, he went in his informal counselor persona and asked her an honest question. "Why do you worry so much about what you schoolmates are doing? Do you feel a special bond toward them or something?" Back to Top   Deleted [send pm] Joined: January 1970 Posts: 0 PARTY HARD! (Everyone) « Jul 7, 2009 20:26:09 GMT -6 » Quote Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Member Give Gift Back to Top (ooc: Nine peeps so far eh? Not too shabby, except the guy with my stats and his very small friend breaking everything) The party was going in a very...awkward direction so far. Afano watched as people partied hard at the songs, yelled at the party lovers, and breaking all the shit that Afano had helped pay for. Luckily most of the cost came from his place of employment, which was the reason this all was happening. Afano rushed over as Roth pulled up in the last van carrying everything needed to replace the generator that was temporary anyways, and four new speakers, one of which replacing the now broken one. Luckily Afano thought that would happen, hell he was surprised the small punk hadn't been torn to shreds by the thousand plus students who were enjoying them selves. The Samoan Wrecking Ball watched as everything was new was all set and the power came back to them as Roth's firework display took full effect. Afano readied his newly acquired microphone as the music lower and Afano made his way to the stage. "Well, It certainly does look like we have some fighters over here." With his words spoken out from the speakers and his own booming voice the Samoan pointed to the small boy o a top the broken speaker, and large Irish brute with the sledgehammer. "I hope most of you are enjoying this party, and I'd like to tell you all, who exactly put all this together. It's my honor to present to you the arrival of San Diego Championship Fighters League." Afano shouted out with a lot of enthusiasm. Not many people would have any idea what he was talking about at first, so naturally he would explain. "You see, they're like our little UFC here. They take all fighters of any size or shape, and put them in any type of fight they want, and get paid damn well!" The large Samoan looked around to those who tried to take down the party from before, if they had this much fight in them, why not take it out in a place where they could get local fame and of course, get paid. "In a few weeks they're having an event, Ground Zero! And guess what? They need fighters, and one hell of an audience! So everyone here gets free tickets, and anyone who wants to fight for these here, come up here and we'll sign you up!" A large display case was rolled up behind Afano showing all the gold plated belts they had for their fights. What better way to show off then with earned bling. The Samoan would wait for some of the security guards to get out their t-shirt cannons and launch them out the partiers as the music turned way back up. Inside the un rolled shirts were those free tickets. Afano watched and waited for the angry fighters to come up to him, and for the partiers to party hard. Afano was just doing his job promoting one of his own fights, in which he would face Roth in one hell of a match. Back to Top   Past Jack Gavyns Vargleshnoot Intelligence/Terror Specialist [color=slateblue]You're wrong, death should be afraid... of me.[/color] [send pm] Joined: June 2009 Posts: 10,172 PARTY HARD! (Everyone) « Jul 8, 2009 18:01:37 GMT -6 » Quote Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Member Give Gift Back to Top (Very... small? Seth's slightly taller than Afano, and over two hundred pounds, I wasn't aware that qualified as small during high school years.) For the most part, it seemed Seth had gotten the reaction he was aiming for. The party had come to a halt, and at the moment, none had gotten any bright idea to stand up to either himself or Will. Within a few seconds, however, one female student spoke up, demanding reasons for their actions, which Seth would answer with one simple sentence. "I thought it was obvious; because we can." With the matter dealt with, and Will no doubt eager to add to the comment himself, Seth allowed his gaze to wander across the other students. Many had come simply to have a good time, and would want no part of fighting a group of students, especially ones who had proven to have little regard for the safety of others. The sound of someone else drew Seth's attention, and as his eyes rested upon another girl with dyed hair, he found himself smirking at her choice of words, noting the fact she had started with the exact same phrase he had. Making a mental note that she was potentially interesting, Seth would add nothing to her demands, content with the idea that it could appear as if they were working together to the ignorant mass of students. However, it seemed there were a few who were intent on making sure this party continued, though not in the directly confrontational way Seth had assumed. Instead, one lunatic set off fireworks on the stage, causing the Junior to frown in annoyance. If the other student had simply picked a fight with himself and Will, he would've been torn apart and sped this entire process along faster. Instead, it seemed things would need to be done the hard way. The majority of the large Samoan's speech would go unheeded by Seth, as he would instead watch the new speakers being put up, noting full well that they were trying to start things up once more. Turning his head to face his comrade, Seth would speak loud enough that those around him could hear, but not at a shouting volume. "It seems they don't feel like listening, Will. I suppose we should just drive off and let them play." Hopping off the speaker, Seth would walk around the crowd once more, fully expecting Will and the other gang members to follow him. Along their way, however, Seth would make a beeline towards one of the remaining vans that were still standing. Most of those who had driven the vans in were now on the stage, shooting t-shirt cannons and other mindless activities, though this particular van had its driver still nearby. With a small jerk of his head, Seth signalled for Will and his bunch to take care of the man, while Seth climbed inside the van, sitting behind the wheel. ...Why am I not surprised that the keys are in plain sight? Since there was no doubt the security guards would want to escape quickly when the rest of the faculty showed up, lest they lose their jobs for such a foolish thing, Seth could understand leaving the keys in the ignition for a quick getaway. However, such a thing would prove to be this party's undoing, as the Junior started the van and pulled away a fair distance, making sure to lock the doors and put on his seatbelt. After all, safety first. Driving at a decent clip, Seth would slam the front of the van into the foldable stage from the rear, forcing the entire thing to tip over, spilling both people and equipment alike to the ground in front of it. Since the stage was foldable, and able to be set up in the span of a few minutes, there was no doubt it would be unable to stand up to the full might and fury of a van being driven into the back of it. The question was, would those on top notice the van coming and get off in time, or risk serious injury and remain on top of it? Back to Top   Scream 'till there's silence Scream while there's life left will Guest [send pm] Joined: January 1970 Posts: 0 PARTY HARD! (Everyone) « Jul 8, 2009 20:53:16 GMT -6 » Quote Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Back to Top ooc: The 'guy with your stats' is near enough a foot taller than you, thirty pounds heavier and likely a whole lot meaner. I will make you my prison bitch. ic: Will just stood with a calm smirk as the first person to speak up was swiftly shot back into place by Seth, though it didn't stop him from enjoying a leer at her. Of course, he was soon interrupted by a girl who just seemed to think she was everyone's mother. With a chuckle and a shot of an elbow into the side of the other gang member beside him, he flicked his head to the pink-haired 'matron' before he actually spoke up, a little bit clearer since, frankly, most folk would have trouble getting past his brogue in the first place. "Oi, pinky, I may be mistaken, but you're really no' in any place tae start telling people what tae do...Y'know what you need? A good hard seeing-to, that'll take the attitude right out of ye..." Oh, she might have some of the crowds attention, with hair that ridiculous colour how couldn't she by all means, but the fact remained she was one random voice in the crowd, however loud it was. Besides, who was really going to listen to the person issuing idle threats? Will, on the other hand, settled to watch the general stupidity of these people. Rather than acknowledge that there was a minor handful of people who had brought the party to a halt once, it seemed they were more content to just ignore them and carry on without a care. Big mistake. He gave a glance at Seth as the dark-haired youth addressed him, and he grinned slightly with a nod. "Aye, why not?" Whilst he didn't know exactly what the smaller gang member had in mind, Will knew that when in doubt it was much easier to just follow Seths lead in such circumstances. Calloway was more adept at on-the-fly thinking, considerably more so than Will in fact, but more often than not it was easy enough to see where he was going with his plans as they were enacted. When Seth hopped down, further increasing the height difference between the two, the Irishman shot a smirk down at him and brought the rest of their group into pace with him. Watching Seth approach the van, he almost began to laugh as he thought of what was going on in the fellow gang members mind. The signal went observed easily, and with a quick lunge of his hand, he caught the driver by the back of his head, slamming him into the ground with a quick twist to take his legs from under him and leaving him in a dazed mess. By now, he could hear the rev of the vans engine and he glanced over to see Seth careening the van towards the stage. 'Dear jesus, you crazy bastard. I love it.' With a roll of his eyes at the act, he placed two fingers to his lips and whistled sharply at the small group who were dragging the van driver away somewhere more discreet. With a flick of his neck, he gestured at the van as it was gunning towards the stage. "Three o'ye, go an' make sure he's no' deid, a'right?" he quipped as he chuckled to himself, turning to the other three as they split. "You three go an' wreck some mair of the vans, if ye can. Steal 'em or trash 'em, either works." With a nod, they turned off and went in the opposite direction to Will, who glanced over at the likely ruined stage with a throaty chuckle. Slowly pacing over, he kept his eyes opened around for either of the two who'd gone to such lengths to keep this 'party' going as he went to check up on Seth. Sidetracked for a moment, he saw a half-drunk bottle of what looked like vodka sitting beside a bag, and with a moments consideration he bent down to pluck the receptacle. Popping the lid off, he gave a cursory sniff of the contents and, once sated that it was in fact the fiery spirit, he shot back a mouthful of it with a grin. After all, it was a party.... Back to Top   luli Guest [send pm] Joined: January 1970 Posts: 0 PARTY HARD! (Everyone) « Jul 8, 2009 20:55:15 GMT -6 » Quote Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Back to Top Luli rolled her eyes at what Pinky had to say, no body wanted to hear it anyways or they would have done what they were told, and though she couldn't sure...she had a good feeling dick -in-mouth told her off. Her attention was on the guy with the black hair ultimately, he looked he would hold it in his mouth till it got soft. But still she wasn’t going to tell him that, he was rather big… Her attention only deviating long enough to pay attention to what Mir was saying, to which she gave a short smile. “Me, fight? Never…” she said unreassuringly and watched him walk away to the brat. Well her evening was shot, her buzz gone even when the music started back up…lame. With that she started to walk off, even if she wasn’t the smartest, and not to terribly observant Luli noticed talk dark and emo hop down from the speaker pausing briefly but not entirely as she gave them all wide berth and to the outskirts of the crowd. She didn’t get far however before she heard the distinct sound of vehicle crashing, and with a quick glance back to the stage she saw it collapsing, with people on it, scrambling of course to get off. Luli felt herself pushed at the crowds immediate reaction, panic causing them to run away, but she wasn’t going anywhere. She managed not to get knocked down or swept back with them pushing back the way she had come, but like everything not just one thing was effected when one jackass decided to drive a van into the back of a stage. In other words no only did that stage collapse but the DJ booth consequently knocked down as well, equipment, and countless other things came toppling over right to the edge of the crowd. “Hey…” she breathed out, this really not funny anymore, her feet jerking forward when she saw some kid knocked down in the rush of everything, probably no bigger then a freshmen. Luli didn’t think she could run as she did just then in platforms, but she wasn’t quick enough, and skidded to a halt as all that disk jockey stuff came tumbling down in front of her. “Shit,” she hissed not waiting to see what anyone else would do as she cut around the junk completely to find the boy - one nasty gash dealt to his temple and knocked out cold, probably done in his fall, maybe kicked by someone else... Kneeling down quickly she rolled him to his back noticing the cut wouldn’t stop bleeding and for once cursed her lack of clothing. Finally she gave up trying to find something on herself and ripped the guys shirt instead, the loose material on him good enough. Luli couldn’t claim she knew first aid, but she had nursed Colin’s ass back to health on more then one occasion, had even stitched him up once (he had a scar). Applying pressure to the kids head she was bent over him one hand on one side the other holding his torn shirt to his bleeding head. Looking up angrily she scowled at douche bags that wanted to go ahead and hurt people, for no apparent reason. “What the fuck!” Looking to the side she looked for Mir, not really knowing why but since she wasn’t with Colin…he seemed the next logical choice. No she didn’t know him but…he seemed the reliable sort…she hoped. “You think you’re some fucking hot shit for driving a van into a stage? Fucking pa.the.tic,” she said loud enough to catch…who ever these guys were, their attention, spotting the son of Godzilla walk past with a bottle of what looked like Vodka. “So amazingly stupid, bravo.” She had no idea who she was talking to, spouting shit regardless of that…tingling sense that said for her to keep her damn mouth shut, but she had never ever been one to listen to it. « Last Edit: Jul 8, 2009 21:10:31 GMT -6 by luli » Back to Top   swolf Guest [send pm] Joined: January 1970 Posts: 0 PARTY HARD! (Everyone) « Jul 10, 2009 0:53:52 GMT -6 » Quote Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Back to Top Parties. Singing Wolf never really understood what was so fun about them. Music, meh. Drinking, sometimes. In the end, though, it was just a bunch of people standing around and talking. HOW FUCKING EXCITING. Singing Wolf saw old people doing the same thing waiting for a table at Denny's. No, raves weren't the kind of fun he enjoyed. Unless someone was getting this shit kicked out of him, it was boring. What this party needed was a little bit of violence, a little bit of mayhem. Those were the types of things the Sons of Judas found exciting, and it was only nice to share. Seth and Will's first display just didn't seem to be enough. These people were either stupid or desensitized. That prospect actually excited Singing Wolf. What would it take to wake them up? He'd sure enjoy finding out. For now though, he took a more conservative approach. Singing Wolf stood atop one of the vans, just itching for one of the security guys to try and blindside one of the others. He was just itching for a moment to try his quickdraw again on a moving target. Unfortunately, security didn't seem interested in doing their jobs tonight. Growing bored real fast, Singing Wolf whipped his right hand upwards, flinging a knife up into his hand. Fortunately for the guards, something else quickly gained his attention. Singing Wolf grinned from ear to ear as the van crashed into the stage, bringing him more joy since he could remember. Keeping the knife in his hand, he hopped back down to the ground, beginning to wave through the crowd. A few people were hurt, giving him an inclination to put the wounded animals out of their misery. Instead, though, he crouched behind the girl would was speaking in protest while nursing enough, whispering into her ear so she could feel his breath. "What's the matter girl? Live a little or don't bother coming out at all." Singing Wolf laughed as he stood up, not waiting for a reply as he continued to walk with the knife at his side. Surveillance detail had proved to be boring as far as hurting someone, but he had appreciated being able to use the girl's words against her. He walked completely around the destroyed and dilapidated stage, approaching the van from behind. Jumped on the back bumper, pulling himself on top of the van as he rolled forward atop it. Landing in a crouch, he peeked over to the destroyed hood, unable to see through the smashed windshield. Laying flat on the van and hooking onto the suitcase rack ontop with his feet, Singing Wolf flung his upperbody over the driver's side, tapping the driver's window with his knife. "Oi, Foxman, you alive in there?" Back to Top   mir Guest [send pm] Joined: January 1970 Posts: 0 PARTY HARD! (Everyone) « Jul 10, 2009 20:53:42 GMT -6 » Quote Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Back to Top Bishop was fuming, but the grin on his face pointed to the contrary. The party was over before it even began. That meant that the Iranian didn't take a sip, made new friends or even busted a move. It was an unacceptable turn of events for the Iranian who had pretty much dressed up and come here for nothing except to see Luli the party-loving girl being forced to take care of the wounded, as if the place had transformed into a battlefield. Last time he checked, Mir had come to Chula Vista to get away from the violence of the world's conflict zones, but it seemed that conflict was bent on keeping company with him. Pressing his teeth against his lower lip, the Iranian decided to act, despite having told himself that he would keep a low profile. The time that it took him to take a deep breath was more than enough for him to improvise a plan to turn the tables around. With an unusually serious voice, "We'll resume this conversation later. For now, I would appreciate it if you could provide me with some assistance for the neutralizing of these excessively violent individuals." That being said, Mir did not wait. If the pink haired girl followed, good. If not, Mir wouldn't worry too much. Considering the number of wingmen he was about to collect, the absence of presence of a single individual wasn't too dramatic. With long, rapid steps, he approached the stage around the same time that the security personnel hired by the organizers began to do so. Mir sensed a lack of direction among these broad shouldered men, and begrudgingly attributed that to dim wit. With unusual ease he slipped himself between them and caught their attention when he turned around to face them all. My enemy's enemies are my friends. "I'm Mir, a business associate of Roth O'Roak." The young man presented himself with a commanding voice, and those words were enough to get the men on his side. "Before these assholes continue this rampage, we're going to stop them. Let the students take care of themselves for now. Our priority is stopping the eight idiots who started this shit. I need half of you to cover the vans and taking care of the brute at their head, while the other half comes with me." His head lowered, letting grim shadows vilify his face. "We're going to have a chat with the young man who wrecked this stage." There is a certain thing about strategy that made Bishop as he turned around. It was incredibly simple yet ringed true in this particular situation. In the end, it was all about numbers. And boy did Bishop like his. Twenty guards, one angry Iranian and maybe even one militarized high school girl versus eight thugs. The words 'gang bang' were flashing with bright letters in the man's mind. That disturbing thought aside, Mir had ten security officers follow him as he made his way around the stage and toward the crashed van, while the rest of the personnel went to confront the troublemakers who got too close to the three remaining vans for comfort. 10 guards trained to neutralize MMA athletes versus three thugs, those were odds that made the Iranian grin. Once around, Bishop's group caught side of two other thugs blocking the way, it was a matter of seconds before both were on the ground, the weight of three men crushing each of them. Preceded by the remaining four, Mir got to the wrecked van, where one of the troublemakers was trying to get a response from his mate behind the wheel. Hearing the question that the lad asked, the white haired man chuckled as he answered in the driver's stead. "He better be, I'd love to have a talk with him once my mates pull him out." Back to Top   swolf Guest [send pm] Joined: January 1970 Posts: 0 PARTY HARD! (Everyone) « Jul 10, 2009 21:46:41 GMT -6 » Quote Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Back to Top (OOC: Breaking post order since I'm being interacted with directly, and I feel its moving too slowly.) Singing Wolf heard the approach of the mob way before the one had decided to speak. By the time he had, Singing Wolf had already pulled himself back up on the top of the van, gazing at them in a crouch with a certain intensity in his eyes. As Bishop finished speaking, Singing Wolf pushed himself fully onto his feet. Standing atop the van, he twirled the knife in his hands, grinning with anticipation. "By all means try!" Singing Wolf exlaimed, laughing as he flipped the knife back to its upright position in his hand. "Though, I can tell you the only thing they'll be pulling out is the blades from their bellies." Singing Wolf began an instant head count, followed by a review of his own arsenal. He had half a dozen blades, which he estimated that he could get off at least half of them before any of them actually got into arm's reach, and that wasn't taking in his curren't high ground advantage. These were security guards and punk kids. Kids were unpredictable, as Singing Wolf could attest to, but the guards were a waste. They were trained to subdue and detain. Recreational fighters may have had a hard time, but odds can easily tip when placed on the edge of a blade. Singing Wolf wasn't a MMA fighter, he was a killer. He just hadn't had the proper opportunity to prove it. Not yet, at least. Back to Top   godlike Guest [send pm] Joined: January 1970 Posts: 0 PARTY HARD! (Everyone) « Jul 11, 2009 21:19:33 GMT -6 » Quote Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Back to Top While Caleb was addressed by the guy he had tapped on the shoulder, he didn't do much but just nod at his words. His mind was occupied with immortalizing everything with his fancy camera. People crying because they were afraid, people fleeing from the scene, heroes trying to calm down the nearest set of people. And in the midst. Roth running across the stage, lighting fireworks like it was some fourth of July party. Caleb managed to get a profile shot of Roth before his attention was diverted elsewhere. Because suddenly all emotions were intensified. A van crashed through the stage. Shutting the party down for good. Caleb kept snapping pictures of everything. The van. The wrecked scene. The guy making his way to the van. Everyone and everything. The attack of the guards lead by the guy from earlier. Caleb looked around. Most students had backed off. Made distance to the danger zone. Caleb backed up. He felt vulnerable out there in the midst of nothing. He glanced around, getting a snapshot of the behemoth with his bottle of firewater. The girl with the scanty clothes could be seen in the corner of the frame. Caleb felt a slight erection in his pants and it was growing. Caleb ejected the memory card and pocketed it. Shifting his rising member so it wasn’t obvious for the random glance. The camera had its own memory capacity. Good for at least a hundred shots. Meaning he wasn’t going to run empty any time soon. ”Hey Beauty, why are you still here?” Caleb said loudly to the scanty clothed goddess. Snapping a photo of her with the stage in the background. Yeah. Caleb had shifted position just to get that special shot. ”Ain’t it a bit dangerous?” Back to Top   will Guest [send pm] Joined: January 1970 Posts: 0 PARTY HARD! (Everyone) « Jul 11, 2009 22:24:17 GMT -6 » Quote Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Back to Top "Here, missus, that's quite enough out o' ye. Best clear off afore y'end up breakin' a nail." His words were spoken in a much clearer version of his drawl, ironic considering his current state of throwing back vodka as he approached the van. Apparently, it had been the catalyst to set things into motion as quite a number began to flock around the vehicle, including one who caught his eye immediately after opening his mouth. Singing Wolf, whilst certainly one of the more...effective members of the Sons of Judas, was something of an irritance to Will. It had been his actions that had ended up with the Irish behemoth spending time incarcerated, unintentional or not, and as a result he had a mild dislike for the little native. Aside from that, however, there was a typical professional 'courtesy' about the whole thing. He was a good counter to Wills size, providing exceptional speed against the Irishmans power. By now, he was less than twenty feet from the van, and chuckling to himself as he shot back some more of the vodka, watching the Indian youth hop up in an effort to check that their compatriot was still in one piece. However, even as he made to throw his own joke into the fray, he heard someone speak up in a manner that suggested he was not, in fact, amused by their antics even if he was chuckling away. No, Will turned to him with a raised eyebrow, scorn in his voice. "That's great, and who might you be?" he over at him, shooting back another long swig of the vodka as he ambled over the remaining distance toward the crashed van. He was unaware of the predicament the other Sons were dealing with just now, but the simple fact was they were underlings, the gofers that were capable but ultimately little else in the long run. His hand tightened around the bottleneck, and he gave a smirk over at his native associate atop the van. A little bastard that annoyed the hell out of him, but ultimately, he got things done. Will could appreciate that. By now he was within six feet of the van, easy distance for him to close as he watched the white-haired male closely. He remained quiet for the moment, however, opting to wait for Seths action so long as nothing else were to happen around him. Back to Top   luli Guest [send pm] Joined: January 1970 Posts: 0 PARTY HARD! (Everyone) « Jul 12, 2009 1:35:49 GMT -6 » Quote Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Back to Top Luli was becoming quickly put out, no one had thought to come over and help and the piece of shirt that she had used to staunch the flow of blow coming out of this kids head had soaked through, getting on her. Looking up and to the side she froze instantly when she felt someone step up behind her crouching so they could talk right in her ear. When her words were thrown back in her face so to speak she whipped around as best she could straightening and glaring at the jerk bag... She liked to live a little, but the key word was living not violence at randomly stupid times just satisfy some sick morbid sense some cracked individual had, and got a boner off of when they saw someone hurt. Rolling her eyes she lifted a hand long enough to flip off dick in mouth when he passed by making his comment then brought down her hand and slapped the guy on the face sharply hoping it would jostle him away. He groaned and with a sigh she threw a leg over the probably concussed kids waist keeping the bloodied shirt against his head as she slapped at the side of his face a couple more times, not as hard as before but enough to make the flesh redden up. "Come on, man...wake up," she urged leaning over a bit as she added more pressure then needed getting a good response when he jerked and groaned in pain. "Good..." she breathed out urging him to look at her when she grabbed his chin. "Listen you need to get the fuck up and get out here." Luli straightened and turned to see a blond guy standing some ways behind her and she raised an eyebrow. "No shit its dangerous 'round here, cutie," she said flatly noticing the camera in his hand and narrowing her eyes a bit. "You better not be taking pictures of my ass..." If she saw them up on the internet she'd be hunting down white boy... "How about you come here and be of some real use to me," she said shifting her leg up and back over, her hand going under the nameless guys arm in attempts to help him sit up. "I can promise a good picture if you do." « Last Edit: Jul 12, 2009 1:37:12 GMT -6 by luli » Back to Top   giggles Guest [send pm] Joined: January 1970 Posts: 0 PARTY HARD! (Everyone) « Jul 12, 2009 3:18:01 GMT -6 » Quote Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Back to Top Some of the partyers glared at her as she walked around, telling everyone to go back to their dorms. Benny didn't care; she was used to people disliking her for following the rules and being a teacher's pet. She was used to the treatment, and found that it was only a small drawback to her large goal: to bring peace to the collective. Her attention was turned to a student who ran on the stage, setting off fireworks. She began heading over since she saw danger in the materials he carried. There have been cases of people getting burned from fireworks, after all. She didn't like how he yelled something about blowing things up. Blowing things up brought terrorism and death to mind. Before she could even deal with that troublemaker, however, Bishop came over and asked her a question. She looked at him before walking away; she wanted nothing to do with him. Even if another student asked her the same question, she wouldn't be able to answer. Her need to protect the students was a feeling too deep to put into words. She ignored William as he made a comment to her. In her opinion, he was addressing another student named Pinky. Benny went by Beatrice or Benny. People who called her something other than that were generally ignored. Plus, it was hard to listen with all the chaos around her. This place was turning into a mosh pit. Someone crashed a van into the state. She stood there, shocked, although her face tried to hide her surprise. There were people on the stage. She wanted to beat up the bastard who did the most stupid stunt she had saw that night. Pushing through the crowd, she looked through the ruins. Unsurprisingly, there were a few injured students. Luckily, she found no one dead. People like Luli were taking care of the injured. As much as Benny wanted to help, she had more important things to do. Like hunt down the idiot who was driving the van. "Someone call an ambulance. And get a teacher!" she yelled. Back to Top   Andy Daws Mentor Swagger of a Cripple I'm The Bomb. No, literally, I blow stuff up. With my mind and junk. [send pm] Joined: June 2009 Posts: 2,192 PARTY HARD! (Everyone) « Jul 13, 2009 16:22:44 GMT -6 » Quote Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Member Give Gift Back to Top (ooc: old school stand off eh? Sons o' Judas v Bishop, Roth and (hopefully) Afano.) Three words could be said about the current party. Shit went down. Party, music, fireworks, SDCFL, van crashing, re powering, and now of course the injured. The tall muscular wrestler stood atop the stage and his came crumbing down. With a quick reaction Roth ran to grab a speaker and caught it placing it down on the grass of the area in front of the dorms. Looking over Roth bolted with full speed and miraculously saved a second speaker. Now there was two left. The power ran, but the music was crashed. With a quick thought Roth pulled out his handy dandy iPod from his last birthday. Using a specialty wire Roth plugged it into the remaining speakers and put on "Roth's Party Mix 5" on full blast. For those willing to remain the music still stood. Now, it was time to deal with the bastard who found to be a smashing idea to wreck everything including a few students. He saw Luli and a small pink haired girl tending to the few wounded and decided that they had it under control. He looked up on to pf what remained of the stage and saw good'ol Bishop ready to challenge them all, saying he was his associate. With a small climb and jump Roth stood up next to him. A wind picked up and began to spread his trench coat into the air and he looked down onto the boy his size who drove the van, a behemoth of a man with a nice bottle of Vodka, and another man atop the van. Roth's tone and face were serious and looking for revenge. "I'm Roth O'Roak, the Most Bad Ass Mother Fucker Alive!" Back to Top   Bio Deleted [send pm] Joined: January 1970 Posts: 0 PARTY HARD! (Everyone) « Jul 13, 2009 19:31:00 GMT -6 » Quote Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Member Give Gift Back to Top A party ain't a party til it gets shut down. So far the party was heading swiftly down hill. At first it was great. Good music, and people have it fun, but there was always that one group of ass-hats ready to ruin it for everyone. Afano was now yelled out to the crowd after noticing the van coming head on. The idiot would crash head on, into the stage. The Samoan Wrecking Ball noticed a small girl and boy together near the stage. With quick thinking Afano jumped down and grabbed them both. One person for each arm, and tumbled away from the stage just escaping the flying stage. Now he was pissed. The Samoan looked up to see a young Middle Eastern man stand on the stage and challenge the three prominent figure behind the wreckage. He watched as Roth then stood to the top and declared his presence. Feeling the need to keep the peace Afano made his way up onto the stage. The middle eastern man was to right, and Roth stood in the middle of them. "Oy, You be messing with the wrong guys tonight." Afano's anger surged through his blood. Now that these three really showed they wanted a good time, he would make sure it would be a night they would never forget. The Samoan's nostril's flared and his mouth opened showing his tongue. In Samoan tradition the showing of the tongue meant 'I'm going to kill you, and then I'm going to eat you.' Back to Top   Reply Share Thread Facebook Twitter Tumblr LinkedIn MySpace Email Go to Previous Thread Next Thread Please make a selection first