| Title: "Whoa, chica... Harshness..." Time: Saturday, March 27, 2004 The Thespians: Toby Darling, Jace Jerycho and Pascal Curio Location: Scattergood Grounds - The Forum Notes: Part two of the Fire dance RP. Got too long, so I made it two parts. Read the Fire dance first if you clicked this link and haven't yet. Rating: PG-13 for usage of bad words. The whole scene starts from "Day two -- fire dance." |
| +---[ Scattergood Grounds - The Forum
]--------------------------------------+ | | | An enormous outdoor area for meetings and activities stretches out. Cut | | into the ground, the Forum is entirely covered by reddish flagstones, | | making up even the places for sitting. Rectangular, the area holds a large | | stage platform that drops four feet into the bottom layer. From there, the | | bottom stretches out to finally stop, enclosed by a thinner platform two | | feet higher, with stairs on three sides (none, of course, on the stage's | | area) leading up. This follows the same pattern, though it being only ten | | feet wide and made slimmer still by the large, flagstone benches set out | | for seats. Stairs from here lead up two final feet to the ground and stage | | level. Around this massive expanse is surrounded a five-foot tall and | | thick brick wall, dirt in its center supporting the growth of a few small | | trees, bushes, and flowers, and creating yet another spot for students to | | take seat. The wall is broken only for the cement paths that lead out to | | the other areas of the school, and more often than not its bricks are | | covered in chalk or enchanted sayings written by students attending. | | | +----------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |
| Toby sighs a great sigh of relief. Sure, there's a possibility that he's going to get the snot kicked out of him and there'll be nobody around to help... but at least Lien didn't get Potthast! After a quick wave to Sukaku and Lien as they tread off Toby turns back to Pascal. "You almost lost it there. Or, should I say 'I almost won there?'" -smirk- |
| The minute that Sukaku and Lien are out of sight (the former was given one of /those/ looks, while the latter was just waved at), Pascal's game face is stripped away and a look of murderous rage becomes her features. Her eyes flash and her brows are furrowed deeply, while a deep scowl is etched over her lips. "You, are, /so/ going to get it from my /bare hands!/" A pause for breath only. "You better run, you little shit!" And that being said, Pascal takes a big step forward and pushes Toby. TIMBER! |
| "Now. Hold on just a second. You wouldn't hurt a guy who's smaller and younger than you, would you?" -ffwwwump- Toby lands flat on his back courtesy of Pascal Rail's newest freight train. Unfortunately as he lands he doesn't totally miss the bench that he was standing in front of. He finds it with his head and takes quite a whallop. He manages to give Pascal a slightly obscene gesture before the world goes dark. |
| "You're not that much smaller than me," Pascal manages to growl in before Toby falls and well, blacks out. "Aww, fuck!" And again, she starts with her little rainbow barrage of profanity as she kicks the bench that Toby fell on. "You /just/ had to fall on that bench, didn't you? DIDN'T YOU?!" She's screaming at Toby now, though she's only screaming because he's... blacked out. They say that the last thing to go is the hearing. "You clumsy, good for nothing..." And she continues. |
| Toby has /got/ to stop doing this. He's going to end up with massive brain injuries at this rate. He hears Pascal's colorful voice fade out into nothingness. A few seconds later it fades back in, just as colorful as ever. He blinks a few times as he comes to, head pounding. "Ugh. I've gotta stop doing that." Carefully he sits up, expecting some sort of flying object (fist, rock, canary) to be coming his way any time. "Thanks, Pascal. Just what I needed." as he shields his face with his arms, just in case. |
| Amidst the argument, a flying object is indeed visible, though not of the thrown variety. From the direction of the quidditch pitch, a form begins to take shape, to be realized as a blonde-haired boy on a broomstick. But... wait... Is the kid -standing- on the broom?! Sanity isn't even a question as none other than California's own Jace Jerycho /surfs/ a broom (albeit shakily) towards the group... |
| Pascal Curio was actually quite intent on sending Toby sprawling back to the ground, perhaps with a face full of mud and grass this time, but of course, the sight of a student standing upon a broom is enough to tear her attention away. "What the hell," she says quietly, looking and for a split second, forgetting about Toby. Split second over, and she glares at the younger boy. "You should be happy there's some schmuck here to save your ass." |
| Toby rolls over onto his stomach and props himself up with his arms, trying to spy who exactly it is that Pascal is talking about. Who /is/ that... idiot... on the broom? Toby has seen him around but hasn't ever talked to him. Looks like he might be about to, though. Thanks, Mr.. dude on the broom! |
| "Incoming dudes!!" Jace calls out as he closes rapidly on the students' location. He shifts his weight slightly, sending him just over their heads, but overcompensates, sending the broom vertical, and himself sailing. Somehow he avoids catastrophe through a surfer's instinct alone, tucking up before he bounces several meters across the Forum with more-than-audible grunts and groans of impact. He comes to rest in a sitting position after a couple more bounces, abrasions and future bruises all over his arms and legs. "Bummer... wipeout, man..." |
| The sudden urge to say, 'What are you, a ninja-turtle?' is only pushed aside as Pascal clenches her fists and her jaw very, /very/ tightly. She greets the newcomer with a smile, wincing to add to the effect of her little caring bit. Clearly she doesn't really give a damn, but for pretense sake. "Um, what were you doing?" Pause. Oh yeah, she should /show/ some caring. "Are you alright?" And while she's at it, she sticks a foot out to kick Toby in the side as he's still down on the ground as well. Take that, punk. |
| Toby winces as the broom surfer biffs. That can't feel too good. Unfortunately, Toby's not in very much of a position to run to anybody's aid. He's not in much of a position to aid himself as he gets kicked in the side by a dragon hide boot. "OOOooffff." (another obscene gesture at Pascal). He plops down on the ground, stomach down and just breathes for a minute or two. Pascal's distracted so, hopefully, he can have a moment to himself before he goes back to trying to win the bet. |
| Jace Jerycho shakes his head sharply, clearing the cobwebs a bit. "Uh... yeah... I think so." He gets to his feet, albeit slowly, wincing slightly as he puts weight on his hands. "Sorry about that, man, Still working on the turning thing..." He turns enough to see the kick, and this time it's a wince of sympathy. "Whoa, chica... Harshness... What'd the dude do to you..?" |
| What did he do to her? What did he... oh, she might as well just show him, and ham it up the best she can while Toby's down on the ground taking a breather. Pascal steps closer to the, as far as she can see, surfer-DUDE, and smiles, while holding up the bottom of her robe. It's quite nicely singed all the way around, and as she raises the fabric to nose level, a rather nasty stench of burnt fabric wafts through the air. "All this," she shakes her robe, "Courtesy of my good friend Toby lying down on the ground over there. He fell over his own feet." And, insert big smile. |
| Toby hears the blatant lie that comes from Pascal's mouth. "I did not fall over my own feet! You pushed me you... witch!" He carefully stands and takes a few steps toward Pascal and the ninja turtle sounding 'bro.' He doubts that Pascal will do anything else to him now that there's a witness. |
| Jace Jerycho looks between the two, wincing again as he rolls his shoulder a bit. Hard hits do that. "Well, If you don't mind, Chica, I have an extra robe I haven't worn yet if ya want it..." He picks the aged broom from where it javelined into the ground, and turns to approach the pair. And, Brah, Might wanna try a little mellow on the wand." He speaks with eerie sincerity and calm, all things considered, and all the while wearing the 'surfer-boy-million-dollar' smile. |
| Ooh, white teeth, shiny. Thank goodness Pascal's not a magpie. The smile, she has to admit grudgingly in her mind, is rather infectious, and he's just so darn mellow. Pascal slowly starts to smile back, and gives her head a small shake. "No need for the robe, thanks, I've got plenty more where this one came from." She smirks at his 'mellow on the wand' comment, and what is this 'brah' thing? Pascal tilts her head to the size and just stares at the surfer boy inquisitively. |
| "Right, mellow on the wand." Toby looks a bit like he's in pain trying to comprehend the surfer dude's statement. Fortunately, though, his parents let him watch Teenaged Mutant Ninja Turtles so he can follow /most/ of what the guy says. And on that note... "Well, I'm going to get running now. I'll see you fine folks later. I'll miss you while I'm gone, Pascal!" Toby gives Pascal a quick hug around the shoulders and then gives a thumbs up to the 'brah' with the broom. "Hey, watch that landing, man." |
| Jace Jerycho nods (almost bobs) to Pascal. "Coo. Just tryin' to maintain some calm an' all. Seen so much aggression lately." I'm Jace, by the way..." He sets the broom, prepping to remount, surf-style. "Well, I gotta keep on the practice an' all. Catch ya later!" And so setting himself, he takes a deep breath and shoots off on the broom. Looks like he's been at it a while. |
| Toby isn't going to get away that easily. Once again Pascal smiles at Jace, though this time the smile is rather awkward since she's still staring at the retreating form of the younger boy out of the corner of her eye. "It was nice meeting you, uh, Jace," she calls up to the boy as he shoots off on the broom. "Don't kill yourself or anything alright?" A pause. "Dude!" She shakes her head slightly, not quite liking the way that word came out of her mouth. Oh well, and she's off, tearing after Toby. |
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