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[oneofusdid]

WHO: Janitor Carl and Veronica Mars
WHEN: Friday of the 80's flood
WHERE: the hallways of the school
WHAT: creepy stalking and a smackdown of epic proportions

Carl was extremely unhappy with the person who had been purposefully - he was quite sure it was on purpose, the little brat! - leaving all sorts of things littered around the school for him

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[petite_sleuth]

Veronica was totally not throw all of the chips on the ground. She was eating a few of them every once in a while. Which was what she was doing right now, munching on a couple chips as she leaned against her locker, completely unaware that someone was watching her, debating with herself about where she was going to put the last pair of Elle's underwear.

Maybe on the nurse's office door. To really cement home the point.

She sighed to herself, dramatically of course as she pulled a chip out of the bag... and promptly dropped it on the ground. And then she crushed it under her shoe for good measure.

[oneofusdid]

That did it.

Carl sidled up behind Veronica, his grip growing tighter and tighter on his broom as he remembered all the sweeping he'd been doing today, just to keep this horrible school clean after the likes of her had passed through.

"What am I always telling you children? But you never ever listen, do you, Veronica?" he snitted, looming even closer to her.

[petite_sleuth]

Veronica turned to face the janitor, an innocent smile on her face and a single potato pinched between two of her fingers, looking like she was about to drop it on the ground but she changed her mind and put it in her mouth instead. She chewed on it as loudly as possible, leaving her mouth open a little.

"I'm sorry, she said, smirking at him. Veronica wasn't worried because her father was the principal and he liked her better then her sister, she was pretty sure and that pretty much gave her a free reign. In her head anyway and she usually didn't take advantage of it unless it was to make Elle's life hard.

"You want some help with that?"

[oneofusdid]

"I want you to stop throwing things on the ground." Carl lashed out and grabbed her wrist, slamming her back into the row of lockers.

He would really love to wipe that smirk off her face. "You infantile little devils never think about what goes into to running this place or the people you stomp all over Every. Single. Day."