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Who ya gonna call? (Very Open)
« Aug 16, 2009 17:53:07 GMT -6 » 		Quote
It seemed to be another ordinary day at the Chula Vista Collective. The sun was out, kids were milling about as classes had yet to open for the day, and generally, everything seemed strangely peaceful. However, as most peaceful days in this boiling pot of a school went, this one was fated to not stay that way for much longer.

Driving up to the front gate of the Collective was a rather expensive-looking, modified Jeep Wrangler. The security guard at the front, sensing this stranger as a new face to the Collective, halted him, but, after a short exchange, and a viewing of papers by the guard from the driver, the Gate was opened, and the man was free to enter.

However, enter, he did not, at least not yet. Instead of hitting the gas, the driver simply put the car into neutral, and began to slowly roll forward. It was a strange enough site on its own, a blinged-out Jeep slowly rolling into the Collective grounds, and many heads began to turn to see what exactly what happening.

Then, suddenly, from the obviously after-market speakers and sound system, this song would play. (At about 0:45)

As the car rolled into the grounds, "Ghost Ride the Whip" playing from the vehicle, Dain Gavyns, the driver, hopped from the seat, leaping over the door and landing artfully on his feet at the side of the car, and would begin dancing (much like the guys in the video) around, occasionally hopping back up into the car, and even at one point, on top of the roll cage, waving his arms around and dancing, a big grin on his face.

Of course, a spectacle like this could never go unseen, and even rarer still go unjoined. Several students, sensing the random festiveness of the situation, would join Dain around the car, dancing to Mistah Fab's beats. One unruly student, however, got a much different, more sinister idea, and when Dain was off to the rear end of his jeep, the boy attempted to climb up into the driver's seat to take the vehicle.

Dain, however, would have none of it. Grabbing the side of the roll-cage, the young man hopped into the back of the Jeep, and then, grabbing the top of the cage, would swing forward, planting both feet into the boy's back, slamming his head one time into the steering wheel, sounding the horn with a loud honk, emphasizing his entrance even more. Pausing for a moment to dance some more, to applause from other watching students, Dain would hop down again, gently removing the now-unconscious student and setting him off to the side, where he wouldn't get stepped on or run over.

The party, of course, would continue.

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« Aug 21, 2009 1:21:59 GMT -6 » 		Quote
Whilst it might have been a post-ironic sight to see one of the faculty lingering around the side of the building, a cigarette hanging from his lips idly as he stood with one hand in his pocket and the other handling the burning narcotic between draws, it would almost surely be more unanimously conceded that a grown man dancing alongside his coasting vehicle to some kind of 'fad' was far and away beyond post-ironic. It was just plain surreal. From the distance he was at, he couldn't see faces nor, frankly, really bothered trying. Instead he watched the events unfold in amusement as he pushed off the wall and walked toward the scene.

At first it was amusement. Then a pinch of confusion, then as an eyebrow raised he cursed in surprise.

"You have got to be shitting me..." he muttered as he neared the jeep within easy recognisable distance for either of them around the time Dain hopped back up and into the cab. He stood in front of the vehicles path as he took a quick drag on the cigarette, exhaling the smoke through his nose as he spoke. "You know, that's not the standard these kids are supposed to be having set for them, I figured you would know better, of all people..."

Almost surely, by now, his former silent partner would look forward definitively and recognise the Asian, and with a lopsided grin, he nodded at him.

"Hey, Dain."

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