CITIES BURN.

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knorrington‌:

the thing about kenny was that he had a hard time holding back when he felt something like as he did at that exact moment. if anything was hard for him to hold back it was his anger toward anything, anyone. no one really got him to that point, though. “yeah, you did make away with a lot didn’t you,” he stated, trying to weigh out his options in this case. sure he could pay justin off, get it back. except for the fact his mother had left, only knew her jewellery had been missing by chance as she walked out the door, taking all of her belongings. using his height, he made sure to daunting tower over the other boy, his features no longer the kind to even impersonate a warm feeling. “my mother’s jewellery had been in her closet, which fortunately for me had camera’s in it,” he admitted, “but fortunately for you though, i got rid of that evidence before my parents could see it. now.. i think that means you owe me a favour, lad. unless you were looking into being charged by world famous lawyer kenneth norrington the first… then i think we should come into some sort of arrangement.” 

there’s little stopping justin from becoming prey under highs school standards, he’s always known that to be true but the way kenny’s figure towers over him is a grave reminder.   he’ll take it on the chin.  his lips squeezing into a thin line, arms folded over one another as he looks up.  he had always thought his sister would be the first of them threatened with jail time;  even going as far as to storing bail money under his mattress for that inevitable future event.  whatever, his own lawyer was one click away on his phone.   “you know, i was pretty drunk.”    not true but there’s a cock of his head with his words.   “and i think there’s a few laws against providing minors with alcohol.”   something the child of a world famous lawyer should be just as worried about.  “but i’ll bite, what’s the arrangement.”

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knorrington‌:

the thing people always misjudged about kenny, was how smart he actually was. after his party, it didn’t take his mother long to notice things had been missing. considering their divorce, his mother had decided to leave her little trinkets of gifts she’d received from his father over the years. necklaces, rings, bracelets. just missing. if you knew anything about northlake at all, you’d know exactly where to go if you wanted anything you weren’t supposed to have. kenny had that sort of knowledge, as as he lurked around the corner his suspicions had been completely correct. there was one thing he always enjoyed about himself – his instincts. they never really were wrong. when addressed, he acted natural. as natural as he could with the thief of his mother’s most expensive belongings. “justin! i’m glad you enjoyed it. probably more than most i think,” he commented, the condescending smirk was on his face, his height daunting as he towered over the younger boy, “an appointment? do i look like someone who needs to book an appointment from someone like you?” 

"well, i got a lot out of it.”   he put no effort in concealing the implications, rather letting a smug smile sit comfortably on his face. it’s not that justin thought he was invincible, but he never took the consequences to his action into account when making decisions. "i suppose not.”  the not so subtle attack was amusing to the say the least.  an inhale as he releases a scoff,  a smirk still on his lips.   something was clearly bothering the jock, whether or not it had something to do with the thousands of dollars worth of jewelry justin stole from the norrington residence was anyone’s guess.   in all honesty, he’d like to think kenny was more level-headed than to get upset by that:   it’s merely business.   “so no trade.  what brings you down here then?”

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hbicmarissa‌:

Marissa took the card from him and looked it over before looking back up at him. “How very intriguing. I may require your services in the future,” she said with a chuckle. “It must be a very lucrative enterprise.”

“we’re currently in the midst of revamping, tying up some loose ends so any business is  good business right now.” but mostly because he’s saving up for the newest iphone. as vain as justin was in his business, he figured seeming more humble would be better. “we’re just trying to get by the economy is rough right now.”

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@knorrington  /  “you know this is actually worth ten times the amount i’m charging you for.”  hidden underneath the outside bleachers, he hooks a rose gold, open heart pendant on the wrist of a junior, wearing an endearing smile while doing it.   justin’s not certain of the actual price of the stolen jewelry - he was merely basing the prices off of assumption. nothing too pricey that will turn people away, but enough to put a decent amount of cash into his pockets.  the knorrington family has pretty good taste when it pertains to their accessories  -  accessories that lay comfortably in a briefcase inside his locker  - so it wasn’t hard to sell them. as the sale goes through, he nods his head at girl in front of him, waiting for her to walk away before he sifts through money. his attention is caught by the figure of someone else,eyebrows wrinkled in confusion upon realizing who it was.  “kenny! hey, man, long time no see! your party was a blast.”  he shoves the wad of cash into a back pocket, .  “here for business? i don’t remember seeing your name on the appointment list.”

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elixms‌:

 “ —are we going to sit here in silence or are you gonna talk? because titanic is on in like twenty minutes, so…”

“and you don’t know how it ends?”  his question is rhetorical, letting his hands fit around a pen as he pushes a piece of paper towards the blonde.  “spoiler alert: they die.”  he places said pen in front of elissa.  “i need you to write your preferred age, name and date of birth here, please.”

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hbicmarissa‌:

“No way. I refuse to believe that’s even remotely true,” she said shaking her head. 

"oh it’s very true. here’s my business card.”   he pulls a laminated card from his pocket, JUSTIN PRINZ on the top with a cheesy headshot in the corner.   “fake ids, test answers, you name what you need and i can get it done.   for a fair price.”

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natednash‌:

“what the hell is that and why is it floating inside the punch bowl? i knew,  i should have went straight home from the party… but no. my ass wanted to be a rebel now i’m here staring at god knows what.”

“it's a condom package.”   he says for certain, a red solo cup in his hand as he peels on his toes to get a better look. “yeah - i saw a few compensating jocks pull it from their pockets and try to aim it in the bowl. a dare or something, i guess.”

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whycaseyroberts‌:

“I just got a call from my boss asking me if I was available to deliver fifty pizzas to this address, fifty. Who ordered that? Who paid for that? Not complaining, obviously, like I’m going to eat the shit out of that pizza when it arrives but still holy balls- that’s a buttload of pizza and fucking expensive,”

“i did.”  justin nods, incredibly proud of the accomplishment, especially since it was all done with a credit card he found in an abandoned purse.  he’s learned that sometimes when people get drunk they also get careless. leaving their shoes at the door, wallets hanging out the pockets of their coats and purses hanging in a closet.   “pepperoni, cheese, vegetables -  even hawaiian in case someone wants to use it as a dare.”

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calvinriggs‌:

“uh… who the fuck are you confusing my boyfriend with? i don’t know who that fucker is  but  my art is from the movie terrifier.  you can watch it on netflix and get educated.”

“okay, and you’re  aware that your boyfriend originated from all hallows’ eve, right?”  justin had an inkling that he was certainly not aware of that fact. frankly, his ego is bruised that the guy had the gall to  correct him in the first place,   even if he were wrong he’d find it offensive. in this case, thankfully, he’s not.    “do you need me to explain what an origin is too or do you understand that one?”

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elixms‌:

“you do realize that if you don’t help me out i’ll probably burn down the entire school, right? because me and science? yeah… no. hard pass. i don’t understand why we even have to do this in the first place. am i interested in becoming the next albert einstein? NOPE.” 

“they’re not teaching us how to make a significant other for sophia the robot it’s basic science.”   after his short, belittling retort, he turns his attention back to the paper.     “plus burning down the school would do more good than not so - help yourself.”

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calvinriggs‌:

“well,   while everyone is obsessing over this damn dance i’m just trying to figure out my halloween costume.  what do you think about   art the clown  ?”

“art’s the guy from, uh, hallow’s eve or something like that, right?     cool.  just as long as you don’t plan on dressing up as the nun or that blonde chick from frozen.”

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natednash‌:

“i usually just charge 15 bucks for a natural subtle look. glam looks i charge 22. i don’t do expensive ass make-up. since we’re all teen i don’t expect people to have over twenty bucks at times.” nate gave a mere shrug of his shoulders, pushing his hair back with his fingers. “i guess i’m a reasonable priced artist.”

“you should charge by the person.   hear me out: the worthington’s have money, right?  and there’s some deaf, irish chick talking about a castle or whatever.  those two have to carry at least 50 on them - minimum.”    assuming people even still carry cash on them.   “15 to 22 is good for people like pearson but a lot of other people in this town live slightly above middle class.  you can’t make a living by being reasonable”

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natednash‌:

“i guess it’s safe to say i will not have a date to this dance thing,  but hey i’ll be giving girls and some guys makeovers, so if you can please spread the word… i’d really appreciate it.”

being a make-up artist around the time of a northlake high dance was an idea justin had never even thought of.   “how much do you charge?”   it wasn’t for him, he was merely interested. “if it’s less than fifty, it’s not worth it.”

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tristantylers‌:

Justin Prinz. Tristan had to say: he enjoyed the little brat’s spunk. Relation to Imogen aside, he was impressive in his own right. Tristan was aware of his little… businesses. (What? He liked being in the know on the in’s of this school. Just because Prinz was a Sophomore didn’t mean he was completely out of Tristan’s radar. He liked diversity and keeping tabs on any potential… interests.) “Memory isn’t as valuable as the ability to think. You think you’d come up with half of your schemes if your brain didn’t work? Memory is simply the base. Yes, arguably, remembering things down to the T has its benefits. But cognitive ability makes something your own.” It was a valid point. Tristan was willing to debate it. Who knows, maybe Little Prinz over here will be the first person to surprise him at this school. “It’s important,” Tristan comments in regards to memory, crediting Justin to that much. “But not nearly important as thinking. At least in the real world. If you wanna be a mimicking robot, be my guest.” It was something he strongly believed.

as much as he loathed losing arguments, tristan was accurate in his response.  the idea that justin was above the majority of students at northlake high school had a tendency to lead him down this similar road.  “sure.”   he gives him, too proud to admit his lost  - if it’s fair to call it that. whether it was prinz nature or merely justin, he demands a winning goal in everything he does.   at least in this situation there was no table to flip over. his attention flickers back to his homework, making sure the marks made on his sheet were evidence that he’s completely capable of answering his own questions.    “and i prefer the term business, not schemes.”  he starts in jest, reflecting back to the prior usage of the word.  “i even have my own customized cards to show how white-collar i am.”

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tristantylers‌:

“School doesn’t test your intelligence, it tests your memory. If this school were forced to think, 75% of it would be pulverized.” He makes ‘brain blown’ gesture with his hands, eyes rolling for the effect of it. After such a statement, he shifts his eyes back down to the group work they’re doing, content to contribute again now that he’s got some attention. “Number 5 is C, by the way,” he corrects offhandedly before whipping out his phone – boredom quick to find him again. He really needs to consider an advanced placement class.

“one would argue that your memory is your intelligence.”   that one would be him and he’d primarily argue it just to argue.  “if you forget everything you’re taught it’s like you were never taught at all thus making you a dumb ass and useless.”   his eyes remain on his paper until the jock corrected the wrong answer justin had circled. an answer he would have corrected himself if given the chance to check over his work.   maybe.       “i know that.”  his words are rancorous as he erases the circle around A, and places one around C. “i was getting there.”

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emerson-forester‌:

“Nobody actually cares about that stupid gossip blog, do they?” Emerson asked, picking at her lunch without actually eating it. “I mean, it’s stupid high school nonsense. Don’t we have actual, big things to worry about?”

“sounds like you might.” for the simple fact that she brought it up when he was actually attempting to enjoy his lunch.  "it’s high school, everyone cares. it wouldn’t exist if people weren’t feeding into it.”

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imogen-prinz‌:

Imogen listened to her own narrative attentively, or at least the narrative of the person she was portraying, assuming Justin had come up with some sort of a stupid name to give her along with her stupid job and stupid reliance on Tinder for financial assistance. “Guys like to feel useful,” she corrected, in her opinion, they were all cursed by it. She was reminded of how easily she’d convinced Aiden to deliver lunch to her just days prior. “It’s a chronic symptom of being useless,” she continued, she didn’t strictly count her brother or father in such a general statement but every other male on the planet fit neatly into the futile category. She noted her own use of the phrase ‘chronic symptom’ and was starting to feel more in character by the moment, a fact that would surely prove fruitless when she then had to tape a similar video as a bartender and God knows what else, “New photo,” she instructed without a moment of hesitation, she was particularly inspired that afternoon and even found herself feeling like she’d stepped into Irene’s shoes as she posed in front of the camera, offering Justin a confident but not too confident, hopeful but somewhat uncertain smile for the picture.

“true.”   it’s important to note that justin, himself, didn’t clump himself with the rest of the male species. he was simply a lot better than them -  it ran throughout the prinz family genes.   “specially the guys around here.”  it was a comment made in passing, hearing far too many conversations in the halls of northlake high school for him to make assumptions about how exhausting 90% of the male population was. standing at his full height, he places the camera to his face, adjusts the lens to get a clear picture of his sister’s face.   "ready,”  a tap of his finger as a flash of the camera floods out, when he pulls the object from his face he lets his eyes scan over the digital image. “good.” then, in true business fashion, he walks back to his desk, picks up a pin and jots down the number of  the photo on to the back of his hand.  “i’ll write you up a script and email it to you,” because texting was too juvenile, “and you’ll get the ID when i get the first image.” which was still some form of a family discount, according to justin.   “good?”