Fantasy Clash of the Cliques: A Modern Fantasy High School RP

[MechaGhoul]

The Granite Hills Boarding Institution. 11:40 AM Saturday. Official Start of Winter Break.

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Outside the South Entrance


Winter has come. At long last, the Winter Break has come once again to the Granite Hills Boarding Institution. The Cliques would not need to waste their time on tedious classwork. Their valuable time could now be devoted to what truly mattered; after all during the breaks was when the War always truly sparked up.


A light clutter of snow descended towards the ground. The air was in a crisp breeze, providing a chill which some would say is symbolic of the nature of the Clique War. Others, particularly the Nerds, would just say that it was a meteorologic effect that was bound to occur due to the rules of nature. But what mattered was that today was going to be a bit cold.


But even with the coldness, war was brewing. The Cliques would be prepared, and ready to fight. Old and new blood would fuel their armies and prepare the battles for the slaughter.


Some new blood, which would be arriving this day and, if they were lucky, to join a faction. The Granite Hill Boarding Administration engaged in a strange practice. Well several, but one of the stranger practices they engaged in was how they would take some students and insert them during the Fall Break. It was done so the students could get acclimated to the, unusual environment of the school. Also because it made the Administration a bit of cash by taking in these students, well at least in the short-run.


A standard school bus was pulling towards the south-side entrance. The bus-driver was a slightly amusing individual. If only for the fact that he was a ghost that was physically driving the bus. As the bus got close towards the gate, he parked the bus right in front of it.


Waiting for the fresher students was one of the Prefects, the students who betrayed the way of the Clique for the sweet devil's bargain of the Administration. One would think it would be one of the adult faculty members who would greet some of these students, but they were busy. And many were already fleeing to use their vacation days right now. After all, the Clique War was about to begin again, and things would get ugly.


The current Prefect stood in the middle of the cobblestone path, behind him, in the distance was the Administration Building. The Prefect stood just a little under six feet in height, and was dressed a plain blue suit. The boy idly stared annoyed that he was assigned to have to give the spiel to the new meat.


But of course, it was an easy job rather than having to deal with those actually experienced with the institution.


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School Cafeteria


As for many of the students who've been here, they were out, about and planning. Some in the dormitories, others in their safe domain. Though, due to the time of day many were in the cafeteria. It was full of a wide variety of species who occupied this place.


Illuminated by the fluorescent lighting, here was one of the few neutral zones. Off to the upper right corner was the territory claimed by the Preppies. It had the best spot for air conditioning and was rather close to the cafeteria line. Which of course didn't matter to them, as they always had a few artisan chefs on hand to prepare them meals. Of course the little people could not see them as their section was cut off by an installed Egyptian cotton curtain. Outside the curtain was a select staff of butlers just eying the miscreants, to make sure only those worthy would try getting in.


In the upper left corner was the territory claimed by the Entertainers. From this section came much laughter and merriment, as they were practicing out their materials. An Orcish member was busy sticking a spoon on her nose and a fork in her ear. Another was busy practicing juggling with a salt and pepper shaker, and an empty bowl. The festivities continued, as a Prefect eyed down upon them with his red compound eyes.


The lower left corner was being occupied by the Punks. Many of whom had their feet kicked up on the table and were just glaring at random things. One of the punks at the table was busy with some hair gel, as he was sculpting his black pompadour. Others were continuing to mark the tables with the cafeteria knives and sharpies. After all, they needed to tag their territory.


The lower right corner was being occupied by the Nerds. Across the cafeteria benches was a collection of books set up to cover sheets. Around these sections the sound of dice clanking against the table was heard. Other nerds were busy reading various comicbooks. While others were scrawling notes on various papers.


In the middle were the Bullies and the Jocks. The Jocks were on the right side, while the Bullies were on the left. Both sides were keeping a close eye on the other. After all, they couldn't let their guard down, not even in the neutral sanctity of the Cafeteria. Both knew what happened during the 'Foodfight of Two Fridays Ago'. It was not a pretty scene, and they knew the hardship that came from it.


On the side of the Bullies, a behemoth of a troll covered in moss was watching over the Jocks. The Jocks meanwhile had a minotaur dressed in a navy blue track-suit watching over the Bullies.


The day was young. Who knew what events were going to unfold this day?

 

[DrBones]

Dusty Habermann was sitting on one of the several benches near the school's main entrance placed explicitly for sitting and leering at new students. Dusty, not one to deny an object its purposes, did indeed sit and leer at the streams of students loudly filing out of the bus to meet the imposing figure that was The Prefect. Nobody ever bothered to refer to them by the names they used to have; names didn't matter to a Prefect, as many enterprising Preppies found out the first time they got caught.


Dusty idly flexed his fingers as he people-watched, scanning the flowing crowd for anyone that would fit in as a Preppy. Thus far, none had shown up, which didn't surprise Dusty in the slightest. Preppies were few and far between, but the sheer power they could put out far outweighed the disadvantages they suffered. Dusty quietly lamented the fact that he was the one the rest of the group assigned to recruitment duty. He didn't have a way with words, but he was imposing enough to ensure any new students would be kept largely safe. Exhaling deeply, Dusty went back to watching.

 

[Xenonia]

Étouffé put her hand over her mouth, as if giggling. She watched the brutish, though lithe, preppy as he himself watched the new students arriving. Now that was a set up for a classy comedy, a watcher watching a watcher, who in turn was being watched by a-- Ah well, she hated to ruin the dramatic irony of the moment, but she had to. Focusing her energy and pantomime abilities, Étouffé summoned an invisible pin, the kind one might see being used to comically pop a balloon, although in this case, it would NOT be seen doing that. She again gave a truly silent chuckle as she approached him from behind. His gaze was intensely focused, and that was good news for her. She reached down, under the bench...


And up went the invisible needle, right into the brooding boy's backside. That would DEFINITELY catch his attention. Quickly, she quit focusing on it, causing it to disappear, and crossed her hands behind her back. She wanted to look as innocent as possible when the boy finished rubbing his bottom, so that he would be focused on her. She knew he was not supposed to be here, and for such a... Handsome student to get in trouble with the prefects this early would be a shame. Although mostly, her reasoning for her actions was the humor.

 

[DrBones]

Dusty rocketed upwards as the pin sank into his backside. It wasn't the worst hit he'd had today, but it did surprise him. Dusty briefly brushed where his tailbone was, searching for any splinters that embedded themselves. Finding nothing, Dusty decided to stop screwing around and get back to the cafeteria before lunch. However, he'd need to get past the Prefect to do that.


Dusty motioned to one of his "friends", a mammoth of a man assigned to Dusty by his father. With a grim nod, the man moved towards the Prefect, and caught his attention. "'scuse me, sir. D'you know where I can find the main office?"


While the Prefect was busy responding to the man's question, Dusty wormed his way into the throng of new students. It would be trivial to pick him out, if anyone bothered to. As the crowd moved along, Dusty kept his head down and his eyes peeled. Soon enough, they would be in the main hall, and Dusty could work his way back to the cafeterias.

 

[TheFlyingWriter]

Amie was one of the last students to get off of the bus, clinging to the straps of her backpack a lot tighter than was necessary. Her head was lowered as she followed the other new students, like a herd of cattle being led to the slaughterhouse, and she glanced around quietly, desperately trying to look everywhere but someone's eyes.


She nodded at the bus driver slightly, a small, grateful smile on her face, before stepping off the step onto the sidewalk. Amie noticed a boy who seemed to be waiting for them, and tensed. She hoped she wouldn't have to talk at all. Swallowing, she found herself on the edge of the crowd, and pushed a stray lock of hair behind her ear.

 

[MechaGhoul]

The Prefect idly stared upwards at the mammoth of an individual. This one, was one of the shorter of his administrative loyal comrades. Giving out an annoyed sigh, he nodded towards the garguantan man. "Yeah main office is in the Administration Building. Go down the path and it'll be on the right side of the initial hal-"


He was interrupted as from the corner of his eye he caught wind of a student who was pulling out a paint can from a wool jacket. The Prefect reached into his pocket and pulled out a small pebble and idly tossed it towards the student. The pebble made a clang as it struck against the paint-can, and knocked it out of his hands. The student recoiled back in fear as he stared towards the Prefect. It appeared that the new student wasn't planning any more deviancy, and so the Prefect returned his attention to the mammoth of a man. "-llway."


In this distracted state, he failed to notice the actions of Dusty as he wormed his way into the crowd of new students. He watched them, as the throng was moving towards the cafeteria. "Don't dawdle." The Prefect noted in an unamused tone. "You don't want to miss breakfast. Men's dormitory is on the east. Woman's is on the west. East-end boys and West-end girls. But yeah, just-" The Prefect sniffled as he sneezed off towards the size, "-get to the cafeteria, and after breakfast lunch, brunch whatever, go and settle any belongings you have at your dorms."


Giving a bored sigh, he peered at the crowd of new students. And then he focused his attention on the bus, which appeared to be releasing the last little bit of students who were still on there. The Prefect wished he could have a good smoke right now. But he was on the job, and in front of the new batch. Sadly he wouldn't get his fix just yet.

 

[CSA]

Ryuji sat, arms crossed, in the back of the bus. None could tell his thoughts or feelings, as his eyes were obscured by his spiky red shades and the rest of his face gave away no emotion. His bokken sat nearby, menacing in its simplicity. What sort of human comes to a super school with naught but a wooden sword? Who was this man?


Most of the students had filed out already, but still Ryuji sat; unmoving. Then, all of a sudden, he snorted and quickly looked around.


"Wha? Huh? We there already?"


Ryuji lumbered into a standing position sleepily, grabbed his bokken, smacked his own cheek, and ran as fast as he could to the bus door. He jumped outside of the vehicle with no hesitation, and stuck the landing as a killer guitar riff sounded from out of nowhere.


Slowly, he stood up and observed his new location. Slinging his wooden sword over his shoulders, he walked towards the school as if he was riding a very short horse and had to help the weak little thing scuttle along the ground with his own legs. His steps were wide and clunky, but full of MANLY PURPOSE.

 

[Venus]

Alex would just make himself Float near the Roof of the Cafeteria levitating about slowly like a balloon caught in a drift. He was one of the few People who had remained Factionless in this school and chose to do what he'd like , disliking the concept of being put into one specific group of people with the same basic mind set. He enjoyed his Freedom as it allowed him to work among all these groups though his main employers were either the Nerds, Preps or Bullies who always found him useful...Though he was never liked by the Jocks..maybe it was because he stole half the stuff he saw within eyesight, these Jocks had the annoying idea of "working to get what you want"


His Mismatched eyes would slowly scan the Cafeteria out of Boredom, waiting for some event to transpire that or be given another Job by one of these warring factions. "Ah least the Place should be filling up soon with all the Newbies.." He'd always find it quite interesting to see how these people reacted to this chaotic place...Would they fit right in or be filled with regret...Honestly the latter option though was much more interesting for Alex.

 

[Xenonia]

Étouffé crept slowly back inside, following Dusty at a short distance. It wasn't long before both were in the cafeteria, Dusty doing his own thing, Étouffé doing hers... And then she saw what lay above her. The red-headed loner... Ripe for the humiliating. Glancing around to make sure no Prefects were looking, she did her best "rope" impression, managing to create a rather worthy invisible lasso. After a few practice swings, she tossed it into the air... And around the ankle of the flying lad.


As soon as she "saw" (or rather, sensed) that she had hit her mark, she put her plan into action. With a yank, she brought the rope down as hard as she can, hoping to get a good result. Her mark was directly over the Preppy table, after all. If he managed to land hard enough... She hoped he would land hard enough.

 

[MechaGhoul]

School Cafeteria


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The new batch of assorted students were beginning to swarm into the cafeteria. Many of them eyed the room with a bit of wonder. Other a sense of fear. Those involved in the Cliques were eying them, judging to see whether or not they would be a useful addition towards their faction.


Most of the cafeteria stationed Prefects, were not paying attention towards the loner nor the mime at the moment. Rather, they were focused on making sure no one, most particularly the bullies, the punks, or the jocks didn't go up and start anything against the fresh meat. So far, it appeared that they were respecting the neutrality of the territory. Mostly because the Prefects were stationed here.


The Preppies waiting staff outside of the curtains continued to keep an eye on the miscreants. As they didn't wish for anyone to taint the sanctity of their bosses domain.


All the while the new batch was lining up, ready to get their meals from the cafeteria.


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Back Outside


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The annoyed looking Prefect gave a brief glance around, assuring that all the students were off the bus. It appeared that they all cleared off and had or were heading off towards the cafeteria. He was happy that he wouldn't need to engage in further tedium, at least for now.


As the prefect noted the situation, the bus which brought the students was now pulling out away from the gate. So far, it appeared today would be simple task in performing his duties.

 

[Venus]

Alex hummed in utter boredom, Waiting for the Fresh meat..Well that was until he felt a Tugging sensation on his foot that suddenly sent him downwards. He'd immediately attempt to Teleport as he was dragged downwards though seeing as he lacked using his Torch what would next happen would him being suddenly crashing into the Mime looking female like a Log. God dammit he thought to himself, wondering what he hell just happened. This is possibly the greatest start to the Year I've ever experienced he thought sarcastically to himself.

 

[Xenonia]

Étouffé felt something heavy land on her, knocking her to the floor. It was the weird floating kid, fallen from the sky. Somehow, he had gotten free of the lasso and fallen directly on her. Perfect timing for such a strange incident. However, Étouffé knew how to roll with the punches. With a quick burst of adrenaline, she gave the strange lad a toss... Going through the Carpet blocking the Preppies from the rest of the world. Yes, this would definitely get SOMEONE'S attention. The Prefects, the Preppies... Someone was going to notice.

 

[DrBones]

Dusty had very nearly reached the familiar territory of his Clique's side of the cafeteria, when some greasy-looking red-haired child apparently leaped through the curtain separating his friends from the meaningless rabble.


Dusty rushed forward, determined to be the first one to get his hands around the fallen Alex, but stopped when he realized who had grabbed him in mid-air.


A modern Adonis of a butler, his cufflinks and dress pants barely scuffed by the scuffle, held Alex over his head. Just behind and beneath the butler, his Dark Elf mistress quietly funneled a $200 raise into the butler's accounts. Without a word, the butler firmly dumped Alex on the floor just outside the curtain's boundary.


Dusty, realizing that brutalizing a moron in full view of the cafeteria would look poorly, decided to slip through the curtain without a word. Once inside, he sat down and attempted to insert himself into the conversation that Alex's apparent attack failed to interrupt.

 

[Venus]

Alex was flung a fair distance through the Curtain though he quickly rolled in the air and flew away from it after being dumped out of it , Using his Telekinesis on himself to allow him a sort of Levitation. "Pft...I'm guessing your not the best at Introductions?" he'd tease slightly, Seeming to be rather Unperturbed by being flung like a ragdoll by the Mime like girl or being dropped out of the Preps special little area. He'd either have failed to notice someone was trying to humiliate him or he simply couldn't care. "I'm also assuming you're the one who pulled me down?" he'd Inquire with a rather calm tone, eyeing her with a Slight smirk. His abilities were always helpful when it came to people like this, and he found their attempts quite amusing..

 

[Xenonia]

Étouffé shrugged. It hadn't been the chain-reaction-chaos she had wanted, but it was enough to satisfy her need to see others humiliated. Reaching into her overall-cleavage, she pulled forth a small blank card. Or rather, it appeared blank, but it was simply very light grey ink. Giving the card over to the sufficiently embarrassed redhead, she bowed slightly. The ink, though hard to read, spelled out her name. It was perhaps the only way she could introduce herself. It wasn't great but it would do.

 

[CSA]

Ryuji waddled into the cafeteria just in time to see some redheaded guy fly through a curtain and into a group of students. Immediately, Ryuji broke into a run, grinning like a madman.


"A fight already on the first day!? Hell yeah!" he shouted, arriving near the mime and the redheaded guy. The chick appeared to be giving the dude something, but Ryuji didn't care. He pointed his wooden sword at the redhead menacingly.


"Hey, shithead! There a fight brewin' 'round here? Which one's the bad guy? You botherin' people? Are you asking for a CHALLENGE!?!?!?"

 

[Venus]

Judging from her Apperance he assumed she was one of the Entertainers, Shrugging. "Hmph I Guess It's nice to meet you, The names A-" Right before he could finish a rather Odd looking male had Burst in, Waving a Wooden Sword about. He'd hold in a laugh, he seemed quite out of place...also noting his figure. "The Food line is over that way." he'd grin slightly, with a teasing tone. Floating about he waited to see the Other Males reaction.

 

[wolfborn4]

Hiroshima smirked she had her headphones on sitting in a dark corner she had a smooth small pebble in her slingshot she pulled it back all the way and when she let it go the rock flew through the air through the mass of kids hitting her mark...the back of some kids head who seemed to be holding a wooden sword she pulled off her headphones and out them away in her bag along with her slingshot she got up and streached waiting for the boys reaction


@CSA

 

[CSA]

Ryuji grinned at the kid. He had two different eye colors, so he probably got bullied a lot. It would probably be good to try acting nice to him; after all, he had pointed Ryuji to the lunch lines.


"Thanks, bro! But I ain't askin' 'bout lunch just yet! See, I ain't had a good fight for goin' on a week now, an' I'm looking to make some smug bastard regret the day he messed with

RYUJI KATSU

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so's I can bring peace to this school and become number one!"


Ryuji allowed himself a wide grin and pointed to his own face with his thumb.

 

[MechaGhoul]

Within the Preppie's Section.


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"...And then I bought out that pauper's entire village and destroyed it to build a new apartment complex." Noted a red-haired goblin girl, who was sitting on a gilded litter being held by two constructs forged by diamonds which stood at about five feet. She held out her knife as she was carving into veal that was sizzling with a bit of recent heat.


An orcish chef kept his pupils down as he stared towards the girl, hoping the meal would achieve her approval. Another gentleman of Yeti descent, Harrington, who was dressed in a dark chasmere dining suit gave a nod towards Dusty. "So, have you spotted anyone worthy? Or were they all little people." He gestured towards a cushioned seat at the mahogany table. Of course the Preppies would import such a table for their section. They would not eat at such common tables.


The goblin girl paused for a moment as she chewed into the veal. She looked disturbed as she gave a single glare to the chef. "This is dry." Other preppies were engaging in various conversation, upon the matters of society and high dining. The Yeti kept his attention on the Elf of the 'New Riches', as he was in the same social standing as him. That being of New Money, rather than Old Money. "Come sit down. It is a shame you had to deal with such animals."


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Cafeteria - Section of the 'Scene'


A Prefect spotted the situation that was going down with hawklike precision. She was dressed in a rather plain outfit, a blouse, with a dark blue sweater vest and grey plaid skirt. This Gorgon Prefect held out her hands, as thin black wires shot out incredibly quickly at Ryuji, swarming their way around him, in an attempt to keep him trapped. In the process, a flying rock smacked against the wire, before falling down with a little thud.


All the while the snakes that made her hair hissed out. Behind her sunglasses she stared at Ryuji. "Outbursts like that are not tolerated. Do you understand?"


She then glanced towards that Factionless Loner. "Do not encourage him." She stated merely annoyed at the boy.


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Meanwhile at the Jock Table


"Oh I can't wait for that Hockey Match." Said one of the Jocks. Even sitting, he was at least 12 feet in height. The troll was glistening with muscle glistening with frost and was dressed in a Canada Graphic tee. He glanced down towards the compatriot who sat across from him, a humanoid with brown cat-ears that stuck up, and who was dressed in a sleeveless t-shirt and a pair of blue shorts.


The Neko male, who stood at a pitiful five feet and four inches looked up at the massive colleague. "E-er right. Track doesn't have anything. Er w-why are you sitting across from me now?" The Troll's massive yellow eyes peered down at the Neko. He gave a bit of a chuckle as the incredibly large bench shook. "Oh, I just like this seat. Plus Kristoph likes that seat, and I would politely like to inquire if you are close to finishing your meal?" He stared at the Neko and his tiny tray filled with various breakfast meals.


Knowing, he really didn't want to anger the Hockey player, he quickly scootched a few seats over. The Troll gave a nod, "I appreciate that."


At the Bully Table


A rather sharkish looking man just stared as a new kid was making some spiel. He paused for a moment as he took a deep breath in from the aquatic breathing apparatus attached to his gils. "...I'm so going to steal that kid's lunch money. Once the Prefects are done with him." The boy noted as he opened his maw and slammed a milk carton in it. He quickly tore through it and gulped it down.

 

[Venus]

Alex Remained floating with a slightly amused look on his face, It seemed the guy had missed his tease Entirely...He then watched the events transpire with slight surprise at how quickly it happened. A Girl seemed to have tried to shoot a rock at the Male though a Prefect suddenly intervened , Blocking the rock and trapping Ryuji like a Snake. He'd smile at the Prefect "Of Course Mad'am" he'd do a small little bow while floating. Ah one of the reasons he loved this place though were the variety of characters he always ended up meeting somehow..

 

[wolfborn4]

Hiroshima frowned since the Prefect ruined her fun she sighed and walked around the cafeteria looking through tables wondering if any faction would want her. She flicked her hair and decided that if the was going to be in the middle of the room she might as well...show off...she smirked and all at once her crimson hawk wings, scarlet lion tail and fluffy red ears came out

 

[CSA]

Ryuji simply stared back at the Gorgon; his own spiky red shades revealing nothing of his expression. She'd got him good, but that fact only instilled a level of respect in Ryuji. Not so much respect as to not make work harder for her, but respect nonetheless.


"The Hell're you talkin' about, snake lady!? This is my normal speakin' voice! It don't go any lower'n this! Ain't I supposed to be learnin' here!? How'm I supposed to if I can't even ask any questions!?"


Ryuji, being pretty strong but not supernaturally so, attempted to break the bonds with his PRODIGIOUS BULK. This, he thought, would be a good challenge.

 

[jole875]

Zane had been in the cafeteria for the last thirty minutes munching on a handful of apples his red hoodie made him warmer in this very cool weather they call room temperature. Smells filled his nostrils, that of meat mostly though when he got his mind off of it he could smell other super natural beings, too many for his liking. Though he knew they were everywhere he never felt safe with them near him.


Spotting from the side of his view he watched as a girl decided to show her true self infront of everyone. The only things going through his mind was how to take her down. Looking away he watched as any other supernaturals acted as if they were the only ones there. He grew to fear them when fighting them, he thought it wore off. It never does.

 

[MechaGhoul]

Cafeteria - Scene Near-ish the Jock and Bully Tables


The students seemed, generally uninterested in the displays of Hiroshima. As this was a school full of strange things, and they were fairly used to these sorts of transformations. Though it appeared a student from the section of the Entertainers was looking over in that general direction. But who was sure of the reason behind that particular student's glance.


Meanwhile the Gorgon Prefect peered upwards, behind the glasses stared up at Alexander. "Get down. Do you really want to be poked by the broom?" She then returned her attention back towards the student who made that earlier outburst. "...You came off the bus. You should know it is Fall Break, go out and get your meal. Find a table and sit down and eat your food, then go to your dorm and put your things away. Did you not ask or pay attention to Richmond outside?"


The wires did break, but how was not sure. Perhaps it was the massive and incredible girth, or perhaps the Gorgon wanted the man to head out and get his meal sooner rather than later. The Gorgon glanced back towards him, "If it is questions you want just ask them to me. One of the duties of a Prefect is answering them."


Jock Table


Quite a few of companions of the Troll stared at him with an upset glance. An Orcish girl stared at the troll annoyed, "Petrov did you really just do that?" The Hockey troll, Petrov stared at her confused. "I felt I asked politely. Did I not, if I did not follow custom, I am upset. But I felt I asked politely, and I felt Gunther would be appreciative I got him his favorite spot once more."


Sitting next to Zane was an Elf with a shaved head, who was smaller than him. He waved his right hand at him, "Hey, bro! You've seemed spaced out man. Anyway, where was I, oh right, golf."


At the Punk Table


A man dressed in a black leather jacket brought a comb through his pompadour. He kept his feet up on the cafeteria table. "Soooo..." He started up with a slick grin. "Who's forkin' it over?" Two other gentleman, one who was dressed heavily in black and was wearing dark eyeliner stared at a man who was decked out in bling and wearing a wife-beater.


The one who was wearing dark eyeliner peered in close, "We gettin' the supplies from Dealer tonight?" The pompadoured man gave a nod. "Those Preppies ain't gonna know what'll hit them!" The three punks began laughing, as the pompadoured man brushed through his hair with his comb yet again.