« Prev 1 Next » Reply Share Thread Facebook Twitter Tumblr LinkedIn MySpace Email Go to Previous Thread Next Thread Please make a selection first Author Topic: Paint Warzz | Open (Read 320 times) Deleted [send pm] Joined: January 1970 Posts: 0 Paint Warzz | Open « Jul 23, 2009 17:58:22 GMT -6 » Quote Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Member Give Gift Back to Top The little Asian boy along with ten or so of his classmates went to a nearby park for a paint war! Each student was either dragging a wagon with buckets of paint of carrying them by hand. His class was one of the few classes with a mixed age group, ranging from seven to eighteen. Ian was one of the younger students in the class, but still had just as much fun as the others. Granted, everyone worked at their own pace in the classroom; the teacher was just talented like that. Anyway, it was early in the morning, and so there weren't very many people lurking about. Most were probably asleep at five in the morning, with the sun barely up yet. Though Ian's classmates - and his teacher! - decided to have some fun. They could be as loud as they want, because there wasn't a neighborhood for at least another mile! His class was split into two. Red team and blue team. Each had the same amount of paint, and each brought their own creative little thingamabobs to hit other students. It was like paintball. Only less painful and more messy! Ian brought his water gun, only because his parents said that they would buy him a new one. He figured getting blue paint inside it and all would be a pretty cool idea. He also brought foam balls to dunk in the paint and throw them at people! Kekeke, smart little bugger, wasn't he? But in the midst of the flying paint, one of the younger students - a female, age nine - was running and laughing while holding a small bucket of paint. And then she ran into someone, spilling the blue paint ALLLLL~ over the poor passer-byer. ["ACK, I'M SORRY!"] Ian ran over because it was him who she was running away from. Him and his blood red paint. "Awww, shucks, Kelli. You should have watched where you were going~" he pouted, then looked up at the person, wondering what kind of reaction the she/he would get to the paint all over his/her clothes. Back to Top   Tiao Lei Shen Mentor The Tiger of Hircine Shut up [send pm] Joined: May 2009 Posts: 1,824 Paint Warzz | Open « Jul 23, 2009 19:59:52 GMT -6 » Quote Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Member Give Gift Back to Top It was five in the morning, a time where most people were still sleeping or just getting up for work. For Tiao Lei Shen, it was the beginning of his morning excercises. Like everyday, Tiao started with a multi-mile run, the actual number depending on th previous days. Yesterday had been a lighter day, the chinese student stopping after three. Today he was going to push the pace, aimming for a five mile loop around the park. Time and again, Tiao always belittled others for not paying enough attention to their environment. With technology continually advancing, when it came to running Tiao became a hypocrite of his own advice. He was one of those million Americans who listened to their Ipod while going for a run. Tiao's eyes darted back and forth continually, but had his ears been unplugged from the current Korn song he may have heard the children's laughter coming. Unfortunately, he hadn't. Instead, a little girl barreled into the outside of Tiao's right leg, pushing him off course as the girl tripped and fell over. Tiao would have simply kept running with a glare over his shoulder had it not been for the blue paint spilled from hip to heels, staining through his pants and onto his skin. Coming to a complete stop he turned all the way around, pulling the earbuds out to let them dangle on his shirt as he stood above the two kids. "Yes, Kelli, you should." Tiao snapped, even more agitated at the fact they were mere children. "What the hell are you kids doing running around here unsupervised at five in the morning!?" Back to Top   Deleted [send pm] Joined: January 1970 Posts: 0 Paint Warzz | Open « Jul 23, 2009 21:17:39 GMT -6 » Quote Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Member Give Gift Back to Top "Yes, Kelli, you should." At his sharp reply, Kelli began to tear up. Seriously, she was only nine years old, y'know? It's not like she purposely ran into him. And it's not like she purposely spilled paint on him either, but then again... Ian figured the paint would be kind of hard to get out of his clothes. So it was understandable that he was angry, but Ian didn't think that he'd bark at her like that. Ian thought about squirting his red paint water gun at the guy, but instead dropped it and went next to Kelli in hopes to comfort her. "What the hell are you kids doing running around here unsupervised at five in the morning!?" ["Hey, what's going on?!"] one of the older students called out to ask. Older, but not by much. Sixteen? Ian didn't remember. "Hey, she said she was sorry. And it's not like you were watching your step either," Ian replied, looking a bit angry at the older male for raising his voice like that. "We have a supervisor. It makes you look way uncool jumping to conclusions." Grant, the older male, saw the problem and made an 'oh' shape with his mouth, before calling the teacher. The teacher was whoppin' 6'2"! Super tall. But then again, if you're four feet, you're considered tall to Ian. "Hm, a problem," the teacher mused, kneeling in front of Kelli first to stop her from crying. He first acknowledged Tiao, but he could wait. Kelli, on the other hand... "Alright, Kelli. Hush. You're a big girl now, right? Ian's only seven and you don't see him cry-" "HEY!" Ian cut in, a large grin on his face. Kelli stopped, the teacher stood up and pocketed his hands. "The paint should wash off easily in water, which we have. We can also pay you an appropriate amount if the paint stains the clothing. In return, however, an apology from you to Kelli, would be appropriate." Ohhhh snap! Back to Top   Tiao Lei Shen Mentor The Tiger of Hircine Shut up [send pm] Joined: May 2009 Posts: 1,824 Paint Warzz | Open « Jul 24, 2009 14:36:10 GMT -6 » Quote Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Member Give Gift Back to Top "Yeah? Well where the hell is he?" As if on cue, the teacher made his way onto the scene. Tiao was more than happy to have an adult in the mix. The ex-pillar didn't plan to spend his time arguing with children, but at the same time Tiao's anger was one that always needed appeasement of some kind. He didn't plan on beating the children, however tempting it may be. "I don't want your pocket change." Tiao spat, monetary issues not his concern. "But instead, you can apologize to me for letting these children run around like rabid dogs. Someone could get hurt." Tiao glared hard at the teacher, focusing his anger all on one person as he ignored the children for the moment. After all, it was his fault for the things they did. Children were children, but it was the adult's job to keep them in line. That's how Tiao was raised, and he expected the same standard accross the board. Back to Top   Deleted [send pm] Joined: January 1970 Posts: 0 Paint Warzz | Open « Jul 24, 2009 16:37:27 GMT -6 » Quote Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Member Give Gift Back to Top "I don't want your pocket change. But instead, you can apologize to me for letting these children run around like rabid dogs. Someone could get hurt." The teacher nodded in agreement. This kind of reminded Ian of people working. Employees and customers - the customer is always right, even if they're wrong. His teacher seemed like an employee in this situation, and the other male, the customer. Only, they both were in the wrong, and the older male was beginning to piss Ian off to no ends. So the teacher opened his mouth to apologize, but words came spitting out of Ian's mouth faster than you can blink. "It's ironic how you compare us to dogs when you're the one barking." "Cadet, did I give you permission to speak?" Oh. So this was how it was going to go down, huh? Ian stood at attention, his glaring eyes that were staring at the older boy shifting away. "No, sir." "Drop and give me fifty," he said, before turning to Tiao. "I'm sorry." A genuine apology. But Ian scoffed, loud enough for both of them to hear. Kelli dropped down next to Ian, placing her fist on the ground underneath Ian's chest as he positioned himself into a push-up. In his class, push-ups consisted of two people. One holding out a fist, and another doing the push-ups. The chest of the push-upper was supposed to touch the closed hand every time he/she went down. Was it difficult? For others, maybe, but Ian couldn't remember a time when he wasn't physically fit, having been in Tae Kwon Do ever since he could walk. And besides, Ian was a little energizer bunny. Fifty push-ups with his weight? It was a piece of pie until he hit the forties. "Anything else I can do for you?" the teacher asked Tiao, secretly hoping that there wasn't so that both parties can be on their way to doing their business. Of course, by then the rest of the students stopped playing around and began to clean up. Some were super curious as to what was going on, but all turned deaf and blind. Besides. They would ask Ian and Kelli later. Back to Top   Reply Share Thread Facebook Twitter Tumblr LinkedIn MySpace Email Go to Previous Thread Next Thread Please make a selection first