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Post by Mr. Orange on Apr 25, 2009 23:37:46 GMT -5
OOC- This thread is for Sara Quinn only. It is NOT the third section of the Orange quest, and as always, fighting is allowed, but HIGHLY ill-advised.
Exploring the different areas of the school had proven to be quite entertaining. While for the most part, it was all hallways and doors, there was the occasional place that had it's perks... The one I enjoyed at the moment was the teacher's lounge. For being a rundown shithole, the teacher's lounge here was quite nice.
I sat in relaxation on one of their couches, my feet kicked up onto their coffee table. My immense frame took up a good third of the cushion space, and the drink that my hand clasped was nearly invisible with my bear paw wrapped around it.
Finishing the soda, I crushed the aluminum into a small ball, threw it carelessly across the room, and left, roaming to find a new class room to spend some time. The construction yard had become rather dull lately... Whilst I loved, and I mean LOVED, the sound of pounding sledgehammers and the smell of dust, it grew to be boring...
And so, I roamed the halls, seeking entertainment in any of it's forms.
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Post by Sara Quinn on Apr 26, 2009 0:17:01 GMT -5
Sara held the chicken in her lap with her right hand, trying to manipulate the wheel chair through the halls of the school. Yes. The chicken. A real live chicken. In her lap. OMGNOWAI. It was hard. She had to keep switching between one hand and the other, because using only one hand with a wheel chair... Apparently made you go in a zigzag motion... Go figure... She paused to catch her breath, getting a better grip on the animal.. chickens were animals right...? Like of course they were, but like... Maybe they had another name..? Anyways, she tried to get a better grip on it because it was squawking and trying to fly around in her lap. It was making a mess. She was about ready to be done with the damn thing. It was pissing her the fuck off =_= She had decided to name it Ghandi. The chicken was going to sacrifice itself. Just like Ghandi did <3 How sweet. Don't ask where she got the chicken from... There was a bike, a hat, a sun chair and an umbrella, and from there, things got hazy. The point was, she had gotten the chicken and now she was going to set it loose in that Purple buggers office. If she could just get the damn thing to settle the HELL down- ................................................. ......................................................................... o.o -_- o.o Oh hell no. She lifted the chicken off her lap and looked down. Please... Why... No... She dropped Ghandi back in her lap. Why now? Why did it always have to happen... Ghandi pooped... TT.TT stupid Ghandi... Well then... Guess she was going to get changed, because there was NO WAY IN BLOODY HELL SHE WAS GOING TO BLOODY WALK AROUND WITH BIRD POOP ON HER D< She looked around. What the hell was she supposed to do with Ghandi while she changed...?  OH O.O SHE KNEW WHAT TO DO! She reached over to the locker next to her (Thank god for small miracles like zigzagging wheelchairs), and roughly broke the lock. Popping open the locker, she stuffed Ghandi inside. The sound of its squawking and flapping became echofied as it bounced around in side. She slapped the locker, grumbling about the stupid bird inside. Then, easily, she pulled off her loose sweat pants, and dropped them to the ground next to her. Wait... where were her panties? ... Had she remembered to wear some this morning? " Guess not... Oh well... Then came the shirt, because the damn bird apparently had chosen to hold its crap, and then let it go in one big load. So it was on her shirt to... Tank top specifically... =_= Suffice to say Sara was not a happy camper at the moment. So now Sara was naked. Nice. =D She opened the door to her locker, and pulled Ghandi out. But the bloody little bugger... He wouldn't stay the hell still... The next thing she knew, all she had was feathers in her hands... GHANDI HAD MADE HIS ESCAPE D< THE BUGGER HAD BEEN PLANNING IT WITH A MILD CHARISMA CHECK, SHE WAS SURE OF IT D< She took off down the hall as fast as she could, rolling as quick as she possible could move her arms after that STUPID bird D< When she caught it she was going to kill it. Choke the damn chicken. |
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Post by Mr. Orange on Apr 26, 2009 0:29:06 GMT -5
Did I hear a chicken? It seemed my chicken senses were tingling. I directed my attention towards the source of the sound, trying to pinpoint it's location. Who knows? If a chicken was loose, I'd be able to fix some good lunch out of it.
Turning a corner, I came face to face with- a naked cripple chasing a chicken violently... Wait...
I took a moment to take off and clean my glasses, thinking that I had to have seen something that wasn't there... But alas, upon returning my specs, I was right... And wait a sec... That was the girl that jumped onto my face! Thoughts of finishing the job I started came to my mind, but at first, my duties as a teacher arose.
I needed to get this girl out of the hallways and put her somewhere until her parents could bring her clothes... This was just wrong.
As the chicken passed me, I stuck out my foot, intending for it to flip the wheelchair into the air. Mid flip, I would catch it in one hand and catch Sara over my shoulder with the other hand. Wasting no time for chit-chat, I ran to the last room I knew to be abandoned and kicked it open, setting the chair down and placing Sara down in it. Shutting the door behind us, I would give her a bewildered look.
"JUST WHAT IN TARNATION ARE 'YE DOIN' GIRL?!" I exclaimed, holding the sides of my head in disbelief. "YER' FUCKIN' NAKED!"
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Post by Sara Quinn on Apr 26, 2009 0:50:23 GMT -5
Sara was close... So close... Oh my god.. so close...... OK, no that was a lie, the chicken was winning the race. And it pissed her the hell off. When the hell did chickens get so bloody fast!? She was getting out of breath, loosing distance, her arms burning... Must... Go... On...
Sara was so engrossed in trying to reach Ghandi that she didn't even notice that someone had joined her in the hall. Which was weird, because the person who joined her was currently the bane of her existence, the reason she was in this DAMN wheelchair to begin with... Mr. Orange...
Suddenly, Sara was airborne. It was amazing. Exhilarating. She had never felt so ALIVE- OOMPH. Sara slammed into something hard, catching at her midriff. The breath whooshed out of her, and she watched in sadness as Ghandi fled down the hall. "Be free Ghandi! FREEE!!!" And then her head dropped into the back of whoever was carrying her as she allowed herself to be stolen away.
Her eyes were closed. Frankly, she was so discouraged by the fact that she had lost Ghandi that she really didn't care where she was going. Her bird had gotten away... Her plan... Ruined... It was heart breaking... A door slammed and she dropped into a chair. She looked lazily up at her captor. O______________________________O Oh crap...
"JUST WHAT IN TARNATION ARE 'YE DOIN' GIRL?! YER' FUCKIN' NAKED!"
Sara's face hardened as she glared up at him. And then a smirk touched her lips. Oh ya. She had this. She leaned back in the chair, straightening her injured leg. She was going to perform... A MILD CHARISMA CHECK D< OH YEAHHHH~
Problem was, she didn't know how this worked... Must be like a jedi thing right...? Her expression turned serious. "You don't want to call my parents..." She waved her hand at him. "You're not going to get me in trouble for being naked..." She waved her hand again. Oh, she was epic. She was sooooooo getting out of this scotch free. "You're going to forget the chicken... Are we clear?" She smiled. Of course they were.
Now for anyone who hasn't noticed, crazy Sara is crazy. She is NOT in her right mind today. Now let uz zee how zis charizma check panzzz ooot. <3
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Post by Mr. Orange on Apr 26, 2009 1:04:33 GMT -5
....was she trying to seriously use the Jedi Mind Trick? I had to have been hearing things now too... Nope, I was hearing it correctly... She was using the Jedi Mind Trick... Now, I've heard some good diplomacy before... Okay, I've heard some REAL good diplomacy before... But this was just... wow.
"Girl, what'n th' name 'o' Stonewall Jackson are ye' talkin' about?!" I said, still not totally believing the situation. I made haste in taking off my suit and draping it over her, knowing obviously it was improper to leave her naked in a goddamn wheel chair.
"Nah' look 'ere missy, I ain't gon' call yer' folks just yet. First, we gotta get you some clothes, pronto." I put my hands in my pockets and thought of where we would get her some clothes in the meantime. Questions about the chicken and the nudity would come later.
As curious as I was about this information...
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Post by Sara Quinn on Apr 26, 2009 1:11:07 GMT -5
"Girl, what'n th' name 'o' Stonewall Jackson are ye' talkin' about?!... Nah' look 'ere missy, I ain't gon' call yer' folks just yet. First, we gotta get you some clothes, pronto."HAHA >D SO IT HAD WORKED! Sara was a genius! >D Well that was a new little trick to add to her collection <3 She cuddled into the jacket he gave her, pulling her uninjured leg up under herself and watched him. Funny little bugger. Not so confident in the presence of a naked woman now was he? He must be a very little man... Poor thing... The poor guy must be so screwed up because no one loved him D: Muffinz... How pitiful. She wanted to comfort him, to tell him that there was someone out there who loved him, but she figured he might get mad... curb stomp her or something... So she went another route. Her expression was serious as she considered. "But I don't want clothes. You can't make me. I want a lawyer. Now." Upon second thought... She waved her hand in front of his face. "You want to give me your clothes." This had to work right? =D?! It did last time...
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Post by Mr. Orange on Apr 26, 2009 1:22:58 GMT -5
Was she tryin' that Jedi Mind Shit again? Oh Lordy Lordy Lordy... What am I supposed to do with this girl? My only option is to get a hold of something she can wear... Ah, the gym uniform! That's it! I can call the main office and have them send her a gym uniform. Perfect.
"Nah listen up chillin. I ain't given ye' my clothes. Im gonna call th' main office an' have em' send ye' a gym uniform t' wear until ye' can go home. Ye' understand me?"
Something about this girl however, pretty much assured me that she wouldn't understand... She'd be likely to try that Jedi thingy again, thinking it works. Ugh, I don't know how psychologists to this for a living... I'd be driven insane by people like this...
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Post by Sara Quinn on Apr 26, 2009 1:41:46 GMT -5
Ok, now he was pushing her buttons. Hadn't he heard her? She didn't WANT clothes =_= She went to shift in her seat, to get a better position to lose it on him, her mouth opening to speak, but then she paused. Would it be better to stay on this mans good side? Possibly... But was it worth it... What would make Sara more happy? Losing it on him, or not having another bone broken? Hm... Hard decision. She guessed she would stay on his good side for a little longer... See how this went... Ghandi's life might be at stake if she didn't.
She pouted. She had to atleast try though. "I really don't want clothes. I'm quite happy being... Free... Yes free." >3> She suddenly perked up. "I have a uniform... In my locker. How about I go get it..." >3 Yes... Yes of course... She would go to her locker... AND THEN NOT COME BACK >D IT WAS BRILLIANT! She chuckled evilly, her fingers entwining in her lap as she looked around. Yes. At the moment, she really didn't think he could see her. WHICH HE COULDN'T! HAHA >D
She took off the jacket and slipped her arms into it, and then moved her hands to the wheel, intending to leave his office. And god forbid he try to stop her =_=
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Post by Mr. Orange on Apr 26, 2009 1:48:13 GMT -5
She was trying to leave the classroom? Ugh, this girl was beginning to grow on my nerves... It was almost like she WANTED to be, umm... free. Now, she was tryin' to pull a fast one and high tail it outta here. Nuh-uh, not on the watch of Theodore Winstrum.
"Girlie, if ye' got clothes in yer' locker, then you ain't goin out there nekkid, OR with me' coat." I crossed my arms. "Tell me which locker is yer's, and I'll go get yer' clothes for ye." I bargained, giving a heavy sigh.
Sometimes, I cursed Black for giving us this job... I knew that Purple had it worse with all the riots and such, but sometimes, I felt that all the school's stupidity fell on MY shoulders. Wasn't I the lucky one?
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Post by Sara Quinn on Apr 26, 2009 2:04:44 GMT -5
She froze. No... He couldn't go into her locker... No. Please no... Wait... What the hell did she have in her locker? It didn't matter, there had to be something bad in there... Not to mention is was all dented from the abuse it took from her... And covered in blood from that one fight... No, he couldn't go to her locker. Not alone. She smiled up at him sweetly, all big eyes and innocence. "That's alright sir... You don't need to. We can just call the office. I'm not 100% sure it's in there anyways." She added a small giggle for effect. Oh god =_= She wanted to murder him. But hell! Even if he went, he wouldn't get it open >D She had never once been able to open that damn thing on her own. HA good luck old man >D |
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Post by Mr. Orange on Apr 26, 2009 2:11:20 GMT -5
With a shrug and a sigh, I walked over to the phone attached to the wall, taking it off it's hanger and putting it to my ear. A quick flip through the list of extension numbers and I found the Main Office- obviously 001... Duh, shoulda known that one...
I dialed the number, and after a few short rings, I reached the office. "Yes, hello there. This is Orange, with the School Board of Education. Lis'n, I'm here with a student who has, uh-" I paused a short moment, looking back to Sara. "-lost her gym clothes, an' she desperately needs em. Mind havin' a T.A. bring a pair down here?" I paused, listening to their responce. "Well, this was the closest phone." Pause. "Great. Yes, just the all-purpose female size. Thank ye' kindly."
I put the phone back on the receiver and turned back to Quinn. "There, ye' got some clothes on th' way. We'll have ye' dressed an' ready to go in no time."
Thank God, this weird day can finally end...
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Post by Sara Quinn on Apr 26, 2009 2:27:47 GMT -5
As Orange was on the phone, Sara was plotting. She needed to hurry. She was going to make a break for it. She glanced behind her quickly. There was nothing in her way, it was just a straight line back to the window. Perfect. And how convenient. It was open to. Good thing she was small ^_^ One more glance at him. Just getting a hold of the office. She needed to hurry! D<
Her hands went to the wheels and then he glanced back at her. She froze with an innocent look on her face. As soon as he turned back, a quick jerk of her hands on the wheels had her rolling back quickly. A second had her hit the wall with a small crash. YUSH!! Easy peasy! Now she just needed to work fast.
She twisted the wheel, turning her so she was side to side with the wall and window. Her hands planted on the edge and pushed herself to her... foot... Putting all her weight on her uninjured leg. Thank god he hadn't broken both. He might though, if she didn't hurry. Chanced were, he had heard the clang of the chair hitting the wall.
She bent down, her upper body leaning under the window so her head was out, and her hands grabbed onto the edge. In a small roll movement, she would slip out the window and land on her back. SUCCESS!!! The landing would hurt like a BEECH, but hell, she doubted he could fit through the window to reach her <3
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OH O.O SHE KNEW WHAT TO DO!