Post by Figaro on Mar 26, 2010 16:30:59 GMT -5
Figaro was looking nice - well, at least before a little incident. Now his hair was all messy, going all in different directions. Almost as if someone was trying to pull it out. He was wearing blue jeans, which now had grass stains all over them, and the seems at of his left sleeve seemed to have came loose of his green Lucky Brand t-shirt. His cheeks were red like he had just been doing some sort of physical activity.
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"What the hell are you guys looking at?" I asked at six students who were witnessing this entire mess. A 5'4 man of Hispanic origin was lying on the ground. The crowd of six consisted of four girls and two boys. They were quite submissive, and obviously minor characters because they immediately cowered before my question and began to drag themselves along back toward the school.
I was breathing heavily. I began to rub my right forearm which had bite marks in it. It was a rough fight I would have preferred not to be in. There was a bench nearby, so I went over to it to take a seat wondering if I should go get the kid help from the nurse or something. He wasn't really bleeding, I had shoved him off me, and he hit his head hard on the ground - luckily it was the grass, and he passed out. There was no blood or anything, and I was sure one of those other six would probably do the job for me.
It probably would be a smarter move to flee the scene of the crime, but I don't really care what the school does in response. Instead, I was going to take the time to practice my classroom disruptive antics, and put my left hand in my shirt and cupped it around my right sweaty armpit. I began to squeeze my hand in making some nice wet farting noises. The funny thing is - that was the reason the other guy got pissed off at me in the first place!
I was secretly hoping that the musical display would help attract more people my way.
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"What the hell are you guys looking at?" I asked at six students who were witnessing this entire mess. A 5'4 man of Hispanic origin was lying on the ground. The crowd of six consisted of four girls and two boys. They were quite submissive, and obviously minor characters because they immediately cowered before my question and began to drag themselves along back toward the school.
I was breathing heavily. I began to rub my right forearm which had bite marks in it. It was a rough fight I would have preferred not to be in. There was a bench nearby, so I went over to it to take a seat wondering if I should go get the kid help from the nurse or something. He wasn't really bleeding, I had shoved him off me, and he hit his head hard on the ground - luckily it was the grass, and he passed out. There was no blood or anything, and I was sure one of those other six would probably do the job for me.
It probably would be a smarter move to flee the scene of the crime, but I don't really care what the school does in response. Instead, I was going to take the time to practice my classroom disruptive antics, and put my left hand in my shirt and cupped it around my right sweaty armpit. I began to squeeze my hand in making some nice wet farting noises. The funny thing is - that was the reason the other guy got pissed off at me in the first place!
I was secretly hoping that the musical display would help attract more people my way.
