Characters: Tommy Shepherd, Santo Vaccarro, Tatsuki Arisawa and any other students who got detention this week. I know theres a few of you |:
Location: Detention.
Time: Mid-Afternoon
Content: So what’re you in for, bub?
Warnings: Students complaining, mostly. Possibly swearing knowing Tommy and Santo |:
Note: If we get more than three people
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Face first against the desk, she knew full well she could've avoided this mess if she hadn't let her pride get the best of her, even if rock-for-brains was a chauvinist asshole. She needed to put that behind her, though. For now, it was just a matter of surviving the next couple hours, which would be fine if this white-haired kid next to her would quit tapping his feet oh my god.
She let out a frustrated sigh before sitting up straight. "Dude, you mind?"
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He walked to the back of the class where his desk was. It was a little larger than the others, and built outta vibroadmanatisomethium. Whatever it was he tried to damage it and nothing. He glanced over at Tommy, "So Mr. Wilson's class is the best, I never knew that about Wolverine's Mom. Did you?"
He glanced at the girl with the issues. Maybe that bleeding had something to do with her time of the month. Anyway he had no clue what her problem was... okay, the problem before he punched her. He figured out her problem after he punched her. He propped his feet up in his desk, "Probably should cut that out, she might stab you."
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It was only when Santo started to talk to him that Tommy picked himself up off of the desk and leaned back slightly in his chair to glance over, brow furrowed and foot still making it's tuneless beat on the floor. "I didn't know Wolverine had a mom," he snorted, the tone of his voice making it obvious that he was irritable and not really in the mood to talk. He then glanced at Tatsuki when Santo mentioned her and snorted in amusement. "She can try."
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Leaning forward again, she let out a sigh, resting her chin on her hands. Had she met Tommy anywhere else, she'd have made a mental note that he was kind of cute, but it only really crossed her mind for a brief moment here. Giving him a quick glance, she turned her attention to the ceiling before stretching out in her seat. "Forget I said anything. I'm not here because I need more trouble."
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"Hey Tommy," Santo lined a dozen plus pebbles up on his desk, and started flicking them at random walls in the room. The things were moving pretty fast and bouncing around like crazy once more than a few were moving. "I'm sure you can't keep up with a fourteen."
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Blinking at Santo a little boredly when he spoke to him, Tommy leaned back in his chair and watched the pebbles bounce haphazardly around the room. "And thats where you'd be wrong," he grinned, before getting up out of his seat and zipping to the small stones around the room, grabbing them mid-air and then throwing them all back--one at a time--to Santo, aiming to hit him in the face with a supercharged, superfast pebble. He was back in his seat before you had a chance to notice that he was gone.
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Catching the stone between two fingers, she turned back to Santo. "Missed one, Tommy." Taking aim, she flicked the stone back towards the blockhead's face.
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"Good show flimsy, you managed to catch one. Tommy you gettin' slow in your old age?" Santo was surprised that Tatsuki got one when Tommy was usually pretty good at not missing anything in the blink of single purposed movement. Santo grinned as he glanced at the handful of pebbles, "Maybe you two should face each other tryin' to catch the rocks from the air. More fun that way."
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At Santo's suggestion, Tommy raised an eyebrow. "If by fun you mean no contest," he sneered before sitting up so all the legs of the chair were on the ground.
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God, this place just got lonelier by the second.
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Santo did his best to aim them so they wouldn't hit Tatsuki. However he'd need to pay attention in physics a bit more to be certain of that. ...or play more billiards, that was how he knew what little he did about flicking the rocks everywhere. "So Quicks, still in for the same reason as last time?"
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"Nah, different reason," he said, stretching. "I exploded part of the hallway--completely by accident--and some teacher with a huge rack caught me," he grinned, using hand gestures to properly accentuate just how big that 'rack' was. It was obvious that the whole point of detention--to reflect on what you did and hopefully not do it again--was completely lost on the speedster.
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