AARON POWERS
SENIOR
that's a nice shade of whore red
Posts: 14
Popularity: 10
Player Name: kimmy
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Character Type: trickster twins
Sound: http://a.tumblr.com/tumblr_lmwk1yXCSA1qdrdhdo1.mp3
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Post by AARON POWERS on Jul 6, 2016 13:18:44 GMT -5
The lure of extra credit and chance to mess with the wood shop tools had lured the excitable ginger into helping with what he liked to refer to as ‘ bitch duty’. The task: move all the incoming shipment of wood and other miscellaneous supplies from the receiving point ot the classroom. Having been left to imagine that he would be testing out new bandsaws or drills, Aaron was thoroughly disappointed. However, when he tried to bail the supervising teacher had caught him and glared at him as he marched around like a pack mule moving and lifting heavy boxes and deposited them in a different corner of the vast shop. He grumbled something occasionally about the school needing to invest more in the AC before being told to get back to work. The extra credit was not worth it, but he’d already signed up. Finally, he dropped a box on the ground with finality before turning to the teacher and demanding a break. After all they were practically finished. He’d done most of the heavy lifting already, nothing was left that the other suckers- er students couldn’t handle. Without really asking and more of informing the adult, Aaron bolted eager to leave. He ignored the disgruntled yelling as he made a break for it, sprinting down the halls. He slipped into a jog when he felt he had put enough distance before finally slowing to a halt in front of a water fountain and bending down to drink. He took a few gulps only stopping and perking up as he heard someone walk past him. He turned to follow as they slowed to a halt focused on something he really didn’t care about. Dramatically, he lifted his left slamming it on the side of the poor student, grinning as he tucked his hands into his pockets. “Hey babe, I'm thirsty, got anything to drink?” he asked only to realize he didn’t actually know this student. The realization didn’t mean he’d simply stop harassing the stranger though. “You could always buy me something too. I ain’t picky.” The ginger continued. WORDS: 347
TAGGED: @anyone
NOTES: wild kabe don activate |
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JAY IVERSON
SENIOR
Posts: 15
Popularity: 10
Player Name: Red
Hover Image: http://i63.tinypic.com/ea59o9.png
Application: http://heartstrings.boards.net/thread/1675/junior-jay-iverson
Character Type: Mysterious Protector
Club: Boxing Club (Captain)
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Post by JAY IVERSON on Jul 6, 2016 13:59:50 GMT -5
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There was always a problem, and it was never one that could be resolved with a minor task or two. It always had to be some grand effort to make things work out in a way that was even mildly acceptable. The rebellious teens always caused disturbances for the ones who wanted nothing more than to get back to class. Jay had volunteered to help with the inevitable move of materials, and given he needed the extra credit rather badly; he was more than willing to lift a few heavy boxes. It was also good conditioning for his arms, albeit they didn't really need it by any stretch of the imagination. Needless to say they'd almost finished when a familiar tone echoed through the classroom, a red-headed teenager bolting out of the classroom just as quickly. Apparently the teacher had attempted to rein in Aaron, something that Jay knew well enough wasn't going to work without constant supervision. He'd heard enough about Darren to know that Aaron was just as rowdy, but Jay didn't seem to care too much...that is until the teacher turned his attention to the boxing captain instead. "Jay, can you go get Mr. Powers and bring him back? I'd like to have a word with him." The boxer would have sighed if not for the fact that the teacher was staring so intently, so he merely nodded before dropping the box he'd currently been toting around. [break][break] His eyes settled on the door before making his way, taking it upon himself to break into a small jog. Hopefully no one would pass him by and tell him to slow down, the last thing he needed was a hindrance. A few quick glances and a couple of corner turns later, Jay had found what he'd been looking for. Aaron had posted up by the fountain, his gaze already resting upon a girl that Jay had only seen in his Calculus class. Obviously he'd never talked to her before, but that didn't mean he was going to be any less complacent with Aaron's ogling. "Aaron, get back to class man. Teach isn't too happy with you." The male pointed over his shoulder as if to reference the classroom they'd just been in. Jay left his expression as emotionless as ever, already gesturing the other redhead to follow along. If all things were looking up, Aaron would follow without retort...if only though.
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AARON POWERS
SENIOR
that's a nice shade of whore red
Posts: 14
Popularity: 10
Player Name: kimmy
Hover Image: https://65.media.tumblr.com/36f28174e7b8b64f15ee6bb2cf70d2e6/tumblr_o8ot2r4Uxl1v8x2n7o1_250.png
Character Type: trickster twins
Sound: http://a.tumblr.com/tumblr_lmwk1yXCSA1qdrdhdo1.mp3
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Post by AARON POWERS on Jul 10, 2016 22:12:14 GMT -5
The greeting had left the poor student struggling for words. The display seemingly out of nowhere, which it was. No to mention the heat to toe assessment Aaron made before speaking. Unabashedly sizing up their next victim, he continued. “What? Y’want me to be old fashioned and buy you somethin’?” he asked chuckling to himself. The ginger’s attention sifted to a newcomer. He had realized he’d been followed. He eyed the guy half recognizing the boxing captain. Had they boxed together? He didn’t dwell on it. If he’d been important he would remember. “Th’ fuck do I care, Jack Off?” he snorted back, grinning broadly at the captain. The victim of his attention's taking the opportunity to sneak away. He dropped his leg forgetting the student existed and turned to face Jay. Aaron had no intention of following. He’d done his share of the work and he also had volunteered. He wasn’t about to be forced to continue if he didn’t want to, regardless if the teacher sent and errand bitch or not. “Y’haven’t even given me a good reason to follow anyway.” He continued, shrugging as he began walking backwards. He would rather continue doing as he pleased. Probably pass by the fields and check up on his bother. That or just lay under the bleachers for a while. There was bound to be someone on the girls’ soccer team that wouldn’t mind joining him. Aaron pulled out his phone effortlessly sending out a text before slipping it back into his pocket. Looking back up from his screen he noted that Jay hadn’t already turned around and left. This didn’t keep Aaron from doing so, concluding the conversation as he turned to leave. “Have fun fishin’, Master Baiter.” WORDS: 278
TAGGED: JAY IVERSON
NOTES: pew pew! sorry its late ish |
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JAY IVERSON
SENIOR
Posts: 15
Popularity: 10
Player Name: Red
Hover Image: http://i63.tinypic.com/ea59o9.png
Application: http://heartstrings.boards.net/thread/1675/junior-jay-iverson
Character Type: Mysterious Protector
Club: Boxing Club (Captain)
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Post by JAY IVERSON on Jul 13, 2016 15:47:24 GMT -5
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Aaron and his brother were always difficult, and though it was hard for Jay to tell them apart; it didn't seem to matter because he wanted to punch them both equally. Not that he'd ever gotten the chance to do so, or would even try in good conscience. It was just a trouble that Jay really didn't want to have to go through, so he did what he thought was best when he was being ignored. He continued to follow Aaron with subtle steps, hands retreating from his pockets as an arm rose. His palm going to settle on Aaron's shoulder with a rather firm squeeze. A small smirk coming to the red-head's otherwise stoic facial features. "Get back to class Aaron." If he miscreant needed more than that, it would be quite the problem for both of them. Jay wasn't one to get backed down or flaked by someone who in his mind was of a lesser brood than he was. Aaron likely didn't have the same constitution that he did, and he felt because of it Jay needed to be the one who instilled the will here. [break][break] He'd be entrusted with the task, and he wasn't going to come back until he'd completed it. He really didn't care if he had to drag the other man back if it mean he was back. The point wasn't that the work needed doing by him, but the principle of volunteering and then leaving early was unacceptable. If you were going to commit to something, it better be fully or not at all. No one wanted a half ass job, and Jay certainly wasn't going to let something like that slide on over. So with another small step forward, he hoped to get Aaron's gaze. "Or I'll show you why I'm the captain of the boxing team." An offhanded threat, but one Jay fully planned on delivering if things went south.
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AARON POWERS
SENIOR
that's a nice shade of whore red
Posts: 14
Popularity: 10
Player Name: kimmy
Hover Image: https://65.media.tumblr.com/36f28174e7b8b64f15ee6bb2cf70d2e6/tumblr_o8ot2r4Uxl1v8x2n7o1_250.png
Character Type: trickster twins
Sound: http://a.tumblr.com/tumblr_lmwk1yXCSA1qdrdhdo1.mp3
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Post by AARON POWERS on Jul 22, 2016 21:46:55 GMT -5
Aaron had almost been off on his merry way stopping only when the other ginger put a hand on him and gave him a not so friendly squeeze. “If yer gonna grope me, I’d rather just straight dick grabs Jackaboy.” The senior stated turning to grin back at the other just in case he wanted to rethink his current life decisions. Goody two shoes Jack off wasn’t actually considering picking a fight was he? The prospect would’ve delighted him had he not already made an appointment. “Can’t really blame ya fer wantin’ to have piece of this action but I’m kinda already signed up for a threesome? Four is just way too many under the bleachers.” The twin stated with a shrug before turning to push off Jay’s hand and wrap his arm over the captain’s shoulders as if they were paling around. Technically, Aaron totally was. Taking everything serious was terrible for the blood pressure. Something Jay was probably not aware of. “I’d invite ya but yer savin’ yerself for marriage or whatever the excuse y’got is.” Aaron added casually, his arm dropping to cop a feel of the other boy’s glutes. He gave a squeeze before shaking his head in disappointment. “’Sides yer not in charge of me and ya ain’t really worked hard in convincin’ me.” The ginger winked at his companion before letting go of the other ginger. At the threat the twin let out a laugh. “Oh shit! Ya don’t say, Jackie Chan?” he returned in between laughs as he stepped away from the other male. “Aren’t ya forgettin’ the only reason yer captain is because Darren and I left the team? They had a spot ta fill and baby you were all they had left.” Well, that and the twins had really wanted to do other sports for once. They’d been stuck boxing with each other since they were six or some shit. It’d become too routine. There was better brawls on the street than in the gym anyway. Like at the dumpsters; for some reason that was a popular spot. He eyed the other still pretty happy overall. Conflict didn’t scare him, verbal or otherwise. He didn’t make a big deal out of things like Jay was. It’d probably be funny for a few minutes before it got repetitive. He’d leave then. WORDS: 389
TAGGED: JAY IVERSON
NOTES: THIS IS SO LATE GOMEN. |
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