Post by RAM on Jun 6, 2024 15:40:25 GMT
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Inside the boys' restroom at the high school gymnasium...
R.A. Marshall was busy cleaning himself up after having pizza thrown on him during the Halloween dance. As Rydia waited patiently on the gym floor, Ram wiped his face with a paper towel, showing a deep scowl knowing that his Cloud Strife headpiece was outright ruined. All he wanted to go was call his aunt and get the hell out of there -- at least, that was in his thought process.
Then, he heard the sound of raucous laughter and footsteps heading towards the restroom door.
Instantly, he dove headfirst into a nearby empty pink industrial-sized recycling bin and slammed the lid shut. At that moment, four students dressed in Ninja Turtle costumes strolled into the room, with one carrying a paper bag. Ram, hidden inside the bin, pulled out his iPhone and caught the image of the "heroes" in a half-shall taking off their head pieces.
As it turned out?
Bobby Figgins was wearing a Leonardo mask, followed by the other three. Donning the Michaelangelo mask was star wideout Travis "Hot Hands" Holland -- nicknamed because of his catching ability. Joining them was beefy pass rusher Reggie "Ragtime" Cromwell, who often spoke in short, one-word phrases for the most part, as he took off his Raphael headpiece.
And then, there was Tommy Figgins -- Bobby's younger brother.
He was less athletic than the other three boys and more nerdy than they were. He wore the Donatello mask with a great deal of shame, for he was nothing more than the team's waterboy. Yet deep in his soul, Tommy aspired to be the voice of reason in a group of rabble-rousers.
As Ram peeked at the foursome with his video camera aimed, he watched as Travis pulled out a 12-pack of beer -- and Bobby didn't like what he saw.
"God dammit, Hot Hands!"
"What'd I do, Fig Newton?!"
Bobby pulled out a pack of the famous snack that inspired his nickname.
"I send you to Texaco to make a beer run -- and you got Bud Light?!"
"That was all they had, boss, and besides that, my dad bought the beer. You think I'm stupid enough to create a fake ID?!"
Ragtime chuckled as Bobby sighed.
"Oh well, let's make a toast. Hot Hands, do the honors!"
As Ram continued filming, Travis raised a can of Bud Light into the air.
"Here's to your free ride to Notre Dame -- and to the future!"
"Amen, bub. A-fuckin'-men!"
"AMEN! DRINK!! BE HAPPY!!!"
Travis couldn't help but crack of sinister smirk on his face as he took his first sip of bubbly.
"What're you laughin' at?!"
"I got that Marshall kid with the pizza I brought!"
Bobby laughed, as did Reggie.
"Little boy must be cleanin' himself up silly after that!"
"Shit, that chica in the red-and-pink get-up looked embarrassed as fuck!"
Everyone laughed except Tommy, who just shook his head solemnly.
"LAUGHTER. HUMOR. FUCKING HYSTERICAL!"
Bobby poked his 6'3", 325-pound teammate in the ribs.
"Easy there, Ragtime. Don't give yourself a heart attack."
Ragtime cackled and clapped his hands, easily enjoying the illegal celebration.
"STRONG. POWERFUL. UNTOUCHABLE!!"
From the safety of the recycling bin, Ram's face grew red as he continued filming the scene. Yet his brows perked up when he saw Bobby's younger brother Tommy speak up.
"Ummm...listen, big brother...?"
"'Sup, T-Bone?!"
Tommy responded to the nickname, which was given to him for his absession with T-bone steaks.
"I have a bad feeling about this."
"A bad feelin' about what...?!"
"If we get caught drinking underage, our butts are as good as toast -- and you can forget about that full scholarship to Notre Dame."
Bobby snickered.
"Nobody has to know...right? After all, Mom is a prominent member of the school board. If we get kicked out, I'll make goddamn sure we get back in."
Pause.
"I can make sure heads roll and people get fired. For as Ragime said it best...we're untouchable."
Reggie cheered.
"YEAH! UNTOUCHABLE!! MORALLY SUPERIOR!!"
Ram scowed from inside his hiding place.
{ ...nepotism. What a bunch of fake-ass bullshit... }
As Ram peered on, Bobby turned to his younger brother and basically gave him the side-eye.
"From now on, you don't speak until you're spoken to. IS THAT UNDERSTOOD!?!"
From inside the bin, Ram sighed. Tommy simply chucked his Donatello mask at the other three drinkers before leaving in a huff, unaware that he was being filmed.
"You know what, I don't want to be where I'm not welcome."
"Suit yourself, bubba."
Bobby, Travis, and Reggie laughed as Tommy stormed off. Figgins mustered that evil grin on his face as he began to recount the xperience he had with Ram and Rydia in detention.
"I was thinkin' about that chick, though..."
"The one in the Aerith costume?"
"Yeah. The moment I laid eyes on her during that after school detention session..."
As Ram filmed the ensuing conversation, his face grew even redder. He caught the three talking about what they could potentially do to Rydia -- perhaps getting into the realm of the twisted and perverse. Marshall gritted his teeth as he watched the callousness unfold in front of him.
{ ...no way! No way, motherfucker... }
At that moment, after Travis gleefully spoke up, Ram mad made a silent, solemn vow to defend Rydia at all costs.
"Marshall would flip out of his fuckin' mind if we...you know...did THAT to his gal pal!"
"He won't, Hot Hands -- and I can ASSURE you of that. He's too much of a pussy..."
Ram stopped filming, having caught the conversation on video, before opting to take one final still photo of the jocks and the Bud Light. He growed through his teeth as he pushed the button to take a picture.
"Watch the birdie, you arrogant dicks..."
The ensuing flash from the iPhone startled the jocks.
"What the hell--?!"
"What was that flash?!"
Reggie stood up and bellowed.
"FLASH. SPY. MUST FIND OUT. SHOW NO MERCY!!"
Bobby cleared his throat. Travis dismissed the idea of Ram spying on them as nothing more than a fantasy.
"It's nothin', Ragtime. C'mon, let's mosey on outta here."
"Wait a goddamn sec! I am the leader of this team -- I am the one who says we mosey on out of here."
Pause. Figgins cackled before standing up.
"Alright, let's mosey. Don't forget the brew."
"EVIDENCE. MUST NEVER LEAVE BEHIND!"
The jocks happily sauntered out of the restroom and towards an exit. Ram popped his head out of the recycling bin to check if the coast was clear; when it was safe, he jumped out and headed towards the sink. He pulled up his phone and texted the video and photo evidence of the jocks' underage party to Rydia.
{ ...this was the night... }
All the while, his scowl turned into a sinister smirk of his own. He knew that Rydia was going to take a good look at the material he sent her before forwarding it to the proper authorities -- including Mr. Connery.
{ ...the night I cost Bobby Figgins his free ride... }
The only thing he could do, at this very moment, was wait and hope the damage was done.
{ ...the night I took his precious pride away... }
To be continued...
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Inside the boys' restroom at the high school gymnasium...
R.A. Marshall was busy cleaning himself up after having pizza thrown on him during the Halloween dance. As Rydia waited patiently on the gym floor, Ram wiped his face with a paper towel, showing a deep scowl knowing that his Cloud Strife headpiece was outright ruined. All he wanted to go was call his aunt and get the hell out of there -- at least, that was in his thought process.
Then, he heard the sound of raucous laughter and footsteps heading towards the restroom door.
Instantly, he dove headfirst into a nearby empty pink industrial-sized recycling bin and slammed the lid shut. At that moment, four students dressed in Ninja Turtle costumes strolled into the room, with one carrying a paper bag. Ram, hidden inside the bin, pulled out his iPhone and caught the image of the "heroes" in a half-shall taking off their head pieces.
As it turned out?
Bobby Figgins was wearing a Leonardo mask, followed by the other three. Donning the Michaelangelo mask was star wideout Travis "Hot Hands" Holland -- nicknamed because of his catching ability. Joining them was beefy pass rusher Reggie "Ragtime" Cromwell, who often spoke in short, one-word phrases for the most part, as he took off his Raphael headpiece.
And then, there was Tommy Figgins -- Bobby's younger brother.
He was less athletic than the other three boys and more nerdy than they were. He wore the Donatello mask with a great deal of shame, for he was nothing more than the team's waterboy. Yet deep in his soul, Tommy aspired to be the voice of reason in a group of rabble-rousers.
As Ram peeked at the foursome with his video camera aimed, he watched as Travis pulled out a 12-pack of beer -- and Bobby didn't like what he saw.
"God dammit, Hot Hands!"
"What'd I do, Fig Newton?!"
Bobby pulled out a pack of the famous snack that inspired his nickname.
"I send you to Texaco to make a beer run -- and you got Bud Light?!"
"That was all they had, boss, and besides that, my dad bought the beer. You think I'm stupid enough to create a fake ID?!"
Ragtime chuckled as Bobby sighed.
"Oh well, let's make a toast. Hot Hands, do the honors!"
As Ram continued filming, Travis raised a can of Bud Light into the air.
"Here's to your free ride to Notre Dame -- and to the future!"
"Amen, bub. A-fuckin'-men!"
"AMEN! DRINK!! BE HAPPY!!!"
Travis couldn't help but crack of sinister smirk on his face as he took his first sip of bubbly.
"What're you laughin' at?!"
"I got that Marshall kid with the pizza I brought!"
Bobby laughed, as did Reggie.
"Little boy must be cleanin' himself up silly after that!"
"Shit, that chica in the red-and-pink get-up looked embarrassed as fuck!"
Everyone laughed except Tommy, who just shook his head solemnly.
"LAUGHTER. HUMOR. FUCKING HYSTERICAL!"
Bobby poked his 6'3", 325-pound teammate in the ribs.
"Easy there, Ragtime. Don't give yourself a heart attack."
Ragtime cackled and clapped his hands, easily enjoying the illegal celebration.
"STRONG. POWERFUL. UNTOUCHABLE!!"
From the safety of the recycling bin, Ram's face grew red as he continued filming the scene. Yet his brows perked up when he saw Bobby's younger brother Tommy speak up.
"Ummm...listen, big brother...?"
"'Sup, T-Bone?!"
Tommy responded to the nickname, which was given to him for his absession with T-bone steaks.
"I have a bad feeling about this."
"A bad feelin' about what...?!"
"If we get caught drinking underage, our butts are as good as toast -- and you can forget about that full scholarship to Notre Dame."
Bobby snickered.
"Nobody has to know...right? After all, Mom is a prominent member of the school board. If we get kicked out, I'll make goddamn sure we get back in."
Pause.
"I can make sure heads roll and people get fired. For as Ragime said it best...we're untouchable."
Reggie cheered.
"YEAH! UNTOUCHABLE!! MORALLY SUPERIOR!!"
Ram scowed from inside his hiding place.
{ ...nepotism. What a bunch of fake-ass bullshit... }
As Ram peered on, Bobby turned to his younger brother and basically gave him the side-eye.
"From now on, you don't speak until you're spoken to. IS THAT UNDERSTOOD!?!"
From inside the bin, Ram sighed. Tommy simply chucked his Donatello mask at the other three drinkers before leaving in a huff, unaware that he was being filmed.
"You know what, I don't want to be where I'm not welcome."
"Suit yourself, bubba."
Bobby, Travis, and Reggie laughed as Tommy stormed off. Figgins mustered that evil grin on his face as he began to recount the xperience he had with Ram and Rydia in detention.
"I was thinkin' about that chick, though..."
"The one in the Aerith costume?"
"Yeah. The moment I laid eyes on her during that after school detention session..."
As Ram filmed the ensuing conversation, his face grew even redder. He caught the three talking about what they could potentially do to Rydia -- perhaps getting into the realm of the twisted and perverse. Marshall gritted his teeth as he watched the callousness unfold in front of him.
{ ...no way! No way, motherfucker... }
At that moment, after Travis gleefully spoke up, Ram mad made a silent, solemn vow to defend Rydia at all costs.
"Marshall would flip out of his fuckin' mind if we...you know...did THAT to his gal pal!"
"He won't, Hot Hands -- and I can ASSURE you of that. He's too much of a pussy..."
Ram stopped filming, having caught the conversation on video, before opting to take one final still photo of the jocks and the Bud Light. He growed through his teeth as he pushed the button to take a picture.
"Watch the birdie, you arrogant dicks..."
The ensuing flash from the iPhone startled the jocks.
"What the hell--?!"
"What was that flash?!"
Reggie stood up and bellowed.
"FLASH. SPY. MUST FIND OUT. SHOW NO MERCY!!"
Bobby cleared his throat. Travis dismissed the idea of Ram spying on them as nothing more than a fantasy.
"It's nothin', Ragtime. C'mon, let's mosey on outta here."
"Wait a goddamn sec! I am the leader of this team -- I am the one who says we mosey on out of here."
Pause. Figgins cackled before standing up.
"Alright, let's mosey. Don't forget the brew."
"EVIDENCE. MUST NEVER LEAVE BEHIND!"
The jocks happily sauntered out of the restroom and towards an exit. Ram popped his head out of the recycling bin to check if the coast was clear; when it was safe, he jumped out and headed towards the sink. He pulled up his phone and texted the video and photo evidence of the jocks' underage party to Rydia.
{ ...this was the night... }
All the while, his scowl turned into a sinister smirk of his own. He knew that Rydia was going to take a good look at the material he sent her before forwarding it to the proper authorities -- including Mr. Connery.
{ ...the night I cost Bobby Figgins his free ride... }
The only thing he could do, at this very moment, was wait and hope the damage was done.
{ ...the night I took his precious pride away... }
To be continued...
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Well howdy there pardner.