School Grounds: Tuesday

[multi_madrox]

It's starts off as a small cry in a classroom. It then begins to grow in size. Both in volume of sound and numbers until out of the school and onto the campus there is a herd of shirtless Jamie Madroxes running about aimlessly but with purpose.

"YOU CAN TAKE AWAY OUR SNICKERDOODLES!" They all shout, "BUT YOU WILL NEVER TAKE AWAY... OUR FREEDOM!

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[lovemykilt]

Priestly was about as covered as a punk boy who didn't want to squash his 'hawk could be. He may, in fact, have even cut a slit in the top of his hat so his hair could still stick up.

Not that you could tell, since he wasn't actually wearing the hat right now.

He'd come out into the snow because, well, snow. It was white and cold and kinda sparkly and neat looking. And two of those adjectives could totally describe the Jamie hoard in front of him, too.

"Dude. This some sort of snow ritual that you cold weather people don't tell the rest of the world about?

[multi_madrox]

A very serious Jamie stopped in front of Priestly.

"Will you join in our crusade? Who will be strong and stand with me? Beyond the barricade Is there a world you long to see? When the beating of your heart echoes the beating of the drums there is a life about to start when tomorrow comes!" he declared.

[lovemykilt]

"Dude. I know for a fact you must be, like, freezing right now. Unless you're like that guy who can set himself on fire." He looked over the hoard of Jamies again. "Which is a terrifying concept."

[multi_madrox]

The Jamie sighed. Clearly he wasn't getting through.

"Will you give all you can give so that our banner may advance? Some will fall and some will live, will you stand up and take your chance? The blood of the martyrs will water the meadows of my pants!"

[lovemykilt]

"Dude." Priestly looked appalled. "I am not 'watering your pants'."

[multi_madrox]

"Believe in the freedom of all desserts!" Jamie cried out. "Show us your chest!"

[lovemykilt]

"Dude," Priestly said again, clutching his jacket closer around himself and pointing one striped-fingerless-glove-covered finger at the sky and the falling snow. "It's cold out."

Poor, poor California boy.

[multi_madrox]

"The passion of the cause will keep you warm!"

[lovemykilt]

"I don't even know what cause you're talking about."

[multi_madrox]

"It's about fighting for what's right! It's about showing those out there that we are not afraid of the cold injustice in the world! That our passion will keep us warm!"

[lovemykilt]

"It's about you showing off your vast amount of chest, isn't it."

[multi_madrox]

"YES! JOIN OUR CRUSADE!"

[lovemykilt]

"And again I say: it's cold out."