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I have a small addiction to this film noir stuff. I’m thinking of running a series of short comics set in vintage Bridgeport and starring some of my favorite sims (imagine a 1940′s Randy!!).
(@quiddity-jones, Jason’s starting to win me over).
Newcrest High
Archi: *sneering* “Jules Philomel. I thought I heard the rusty gates of hell creaking open.” Jules: “If you think you and your band of misfits are taking the trophy this year you really are stupider than I thought, Fox.” Archi: “You and I both know the only reason you have the trophy is because you cheated at last years championship.”
Jules: *exasperated* “WE DIDN’T CHEAT! And even if I did, which I didn’t, I’M EVIL! I mean, duh - I’m wearing a black turtleneck!!!”
Archi: *vehemently* “Well, enjoy looking at the trophy over the next few days because it’s coming to Willow Creek after that!” Jules: “We’ll just see about that!” Archi: *angrily* “Yes we will - oh, and one more thing.” *voice calms* “We parked in the visitor lot... do we have to pay for that?”
Jules: *cordially* “Oh, no... just pick up a validation slip at the front desk and you should be fine. Now, prepare to be annihilated at regionals!!” *maniacal laugh*
Newcrest High
Fasal: *nervously* “I don’t like it here.” Poppy: “Don’t worry, Fas. I won’t let any of these big, bad Newcresters get you.”
Angelo: “Why are we here again, anyway?” Archi: “‘If you know your enemy you better know yourself’ Sun Tzu, The Art of War.”
Simone: “They have so many trophies… are you sure we even stand a chance, Archi?” Fasal: “Yeah, I mean, our mathlete team is good but Newcrest has won regionals two years running. Archi: “Have more faith in yourself and your teammates, Fasal. There’s no reason we can’t sweep the floor with the Newcrest team. We’ve been working really hard this last month and-”
Cold, unfriendly voice: *interrupting* “I thought I smelled something rank in the halls. I should have known it was you, Fox. Bring your band of loosers to see how the better half lives?” Archi: “Philomel…”
PARALLEL UNIVERSE SAVE - Newcrest High
Archi: *hesitantly* “Wait up a minute, Poppy...” ...can we talk?” Poppy: *sigh* “Yes. Of course. Listen, Archi, I owe you an apology. I shouldn’t have lost my temper the other week and I shouldn’t have threatened to hit you.” Archi: “No, no - I shouldn’t have gotten miffed. You were only trying to help. I see that now.”
*moment of tense silence*
Archi: *uncertain* “So, does that mean... can we...” Poppy: “We can be teammates and hopefully friends but I don’t think I can...do more than that right now. I’m sorry, Archi. I’m just not in a place where a relationship fits...it’s our senior year and I have goals, and...well...a boyfriend isn’t one of them.”
Archi: *speechless*
*distant male shouts*
Poppy: “Um, excuse me. I see someone I know.”
Archi: “Seriously?”
Jason: “Hey, I thought that was you, Red! Did you come looking for me?” *wriggles eyesbrows* “Couldn’t stay way, could you?” Poppy: “Hi, Jason. Take it easy on the pick-up tactics, will you? I didn’t come here to flirt.” Jason: “Oh? What’s up?” Poppy: “Well, you were telling me about the ROTC program at Newcrest. I know I’m not a student here and the school year will be over in a few months but I thought I could do some networking, maybe make some plans for after high school.” Jason: “Sure. I’ll introduce you to some people.”
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Ash: “Typical Jason, a pretty girl walks by and he deserts us. How are we suppose to play with three people?”
Ellie: *sigh*
Archi: *coaxing* “That’s right…come here you little bugger.” Goat: *panicked and angry* “Mehhhh…” Jones: “Too fast!!”
*goat’s eyes flashing an unholy red* Archi: *uncertain suddenly* “Ah…. wait a moment… not so close… YIPE!!!”
Jason: “He’s running away from it now. I thought he was going to catch it.” Poppy: *archly* “I’m not helping him. I learned my lesson the last time.”
Storm: “Is he dancing with it?” Hazel: “I don’t think that’s his intention.”
Mr. Chuchichästli: *still trying to restore order* “It will be okay. Here comes the Coach. He’ll take that goat out of here. Please, children, come down and get a hold of yourselves….”
*chaos and screaming*
Goat: “MEHHHHHH.”
Jones: “Look out!!!”
Jason: *thoughtfully* “That goat looks familiar.” Archi: “Relative, perhaps?” Jason: “Hey!” Poppy: “And I was just starting to enjoy the evening...” Archi: *cockily* “No worries, Poppy. I’ll make short work of this.”
Jason: “That guy has a smart mouth.” Poppy: “That’s Archi for you.”
*kids talking all at once - panicked*
Mr. Chuchichästli: *trying to restore order* “Now children, calm down and come off the tables before someone is hurt.”
Archi: “Hurd it this way, Jones!”
*back at the school*
Jason: “Damn it, stop playing around and catch it!” Archi: “I don’t need you telling me my business! There! Got it!” Goat: *lunges forward* “MMEEEEEHHHH!” Archi: “Yaahhhh!”
Jason: “Here! Hold on!” *dives for the goat* Archi: “Don’t interfere! This requires finesse not brute stren- Ooff!”
Archi: “Get off you clumsy oaf!” Jason: “Stop thrashing! It’s your fault it got away!”
Poppy: “You can stop playing around, boys. I’ve got it!” *both boys cursing at each other under their breaths - Archi elbows Jason in the ribs, hard, and Jason crushes Archi’s hand beneath his knee* Coach: “Where did it come from?” Ms. Flores: “What a night…”
