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[vampire_chic14]

The OOC thread if interested, we're still accepting
http://www.roleplaygateway.com/clash-differences-ooc-t18412.html


Storyline:
You walk down the street, minding your own business and thinking of what to do next, when all of a sudden, the silence of your thoughts is broken by laughter. Turning to look at the commotion is a group of punks scrawling a name in paint across a brick wall. Frowning, you continue down the path you were on. This time you come across a small house, with four girls all dressed up in the latest trend. You raise an eye, and move forward, trying hard to ignore their squeals as they flip through a book of some sort, each saying how much they love this certain guy they've never met, but are wishing they will. Further down the road is a group of high school students, deeply immersed in their work, they look like they're really good friends, but no one so much as utters a word of conversation to another. Finally you make it home, thinking hard of what you saw, wondering if those people were like that before, if you just walked by ignoring their business. Then you think If those people became friends, how would each act? Would they help each other out, or would their differences clash?, you think to the old classic 'The Breakfast Club'. Wonder, wonder. You imagine what it would be like if somehow, that sort of thing happened at school, work. Wherever.

The next day, these thoughts still at mind, you head out for school. Today you pay more attention to the groups of friends in the class/halls. And you notice something. Sure there may be some cliques, where some people sneer upon others because of their placement in the social charts, while others looked up to others and wished they could be like them.
Then breaks come, these cliques are still together. Then the end of the day, they're still together, you grow a bit tired of the observations you were taking. It is at this time you notice something.
As people wave goodbye to their friends, you notice one person from each 'clique' turn and walk the other way. They head towards each other and greet, then head off, all keeping a distance as to not be seen by their 'friends' in each clique, and head off to the nearest park, into the woods.
Curious, you head off after them, making your way in the shadows. They head deeper and deeper into this bush, one of the girls crying a silent burst of disgust as she heads into the trees. A 'Plastic', you think, remembering the movie 'Mean Girls'. Then a burst of light shines at the end of your path. What seems to be a small shack rests in the middle of a clearing, with a sign on the door reading 'Clash of Differences. Friends Only'. You don't want to intrude, but you still want to see what this is about.
Conversation begins, you head into a small shrub under one of the windows of the shack, and listen.

'Finally, the day is over.' Says one voice, high and full of power. Probably from one of the popular cliques. 'I was really getting tired of that boring lecture from Mr. Fernstear.'
Jokes are passed around, and you now understand. These people really are friends, ordinary people leading totally different lives. Some are part of the 'lower class cliques' of the school, only acting to wish they could be friends with the 'higher students', while others are part of the 'higher class cliques'. You sit there in the shrubs just long enough to truly respect these people, for what they are risking for friendship. But still you wonder, why do they have to act? Why should they risk, if they are truly friends? Why don't they just accept the fact that some people would shun them if they want to be friends? You hear someone walk over to the window, and your breath stops short. To find you, they would be pretty angry. And you are scared of what may happen.
Trying as best you can to be quiet and stay still, you hear the person walk away, and some whispers, to low for you to hear.

Next thing that happens, someone- maybe the same person, maybe not- heads outside, and walks to the shrub you're in. They reach in to grab something, and you push back. Too late, they have you by your shirt collar.
'Look what we have here.' They snarl. By the looks of their facial piercings and tattoos, you recall seeing them from the previous day, with the punks. Your heart pounds, and you wish that you'd never came.
The person drags you into the shack and shoves you onto a couch. You are facing what looks to be bout eight or nine people, but you're too scared to count.
'What you in?' Says one of them, one of the 'Plastics'. Your eyes turn confused, and you ask.
'What do you mean?'.
'Where do you stand in the school. Which clique?'
You finally understand. 'Oh. Me, I don't really fit anywhere, I just do my own thing. Mostly with those who watch the movies, find meaning, read and make criticisms.' You take a deep breath as everyone huddles together, away from you.

After what seems to be an hour, they all turn back.
'We don't have someone like you in our group. Never heard of such a clique.' One says, their eyes almost piercing yours.
You gulp, 'Well. I sort of created it myself.' You see them smile slightly, and one starts to laugh, the one who dragged you in.
'Looks like we can have another friend in our midst.' They say, you are frozen with shock. They have accepted you.


**********

Hair tied back, chin held high, Jasmine felt like the top of the school. Loved, and followed.
At least that was how she acted, if anyone knew the truth. Well, Jasmine shuddered to think about it.

She seemed perfect in almost every way, but like most people, she had flaws. Jasmine always found some way to criticize her appearance, the aspect of her that made her one of the 'high-class' students, and she had to keep that up.
Today was a different day. Today she was thinking of something other than 'acting her part' in her clique. There was a new part to her group, her secret club. The Clash of Differences.
If anyone was to find out about this small gathering of friends, chaos would begin. It seemed as though the very air of the school depended on different groups to keep things together. Teachers even had that look, like they were a part of each clique, but not quite, they had their conventions, a staff room. Basically if anyone one of the high-school cliques could get a lounge, they would probably have to be a huge part of the school, 'high-class' classmates.

This new member of Clash, well, they were different. Something Jasmine had never come across. This person seemed to be in their own little world, not belonging to particularly anywhere.
Could this be the start of a new high-school era, or the beginning of a new drama? She thought, as she tried to fake giggling along with her girlfriends, Casey, Karmen, and Heather. Together at school, they were inseparable, always together. And somehow all managed to weasel their way into all the same classes. Then after school would come, and they would each pick a separate way and head off.
For Jasmine, it was the shack in the middle of Dreyling Forest. Too deep for anyone to dare venture in, except for Clash members. Jasmine hated the idea of trudging through the wood just to get to perhaps one of the best areas in the world. But she fell through, after all, she wasn't the one who chose the location. She helped set up the shack itself, by decoration. She even helped everyone find more members for the club, if it could be considered that.

'So did you hear about Drake?' Heather chirruped, breaking Jasmine out of her thoughts. Casey and Karmen giggled.
'Ooh! No, tell us PLEASE!' They harmonized, Jasmine nodded, both partially acting, partially true, interested. Drake was the guy of the week for Heather, the status would probably change the next week if she didn't start dating him.
'Well, I couldn't help overhearing Judy, Drake's sister, talking about who he liked. And when I walked over to ask, she just gave me an odd look and walked away.'
'Maybe it was you Heather!' Jasmine squealed. Heather blushed as she took this in, then turned to a loud laugh from down the hall. It was him, Drake, along with a couple of friends.
'HIII DRAKE!!!' Heather waved, as Drake looked to see who greeted him. He blushed, almost as red as Heather had, and walked away with the rest of his friends.
'Poor boy, too shy to say anything.' Casey muttered, then returned to her small conversation with Karmen, giggling madly.
Jasmine sighed quietly, and walked silently along, giggling only when she felt needed.

[PureInsanity]

The alarm clock, the machine with most annoying sound in the world, in Nancy’s room began screaming at a time that was at least always one minute too early for her. Though being the energetic girl that she was, Nancy popped out of bed like a ricocheted bullet and turning off her old fashioned alarm clock.
“I hate mornings,” she laughed almost sarcastically. As if there wasn’t a time of day that Nancy didn’t like. She was almost too energetic and bubbly for her own good.

Once she was dressed in her casual jeans, yellow smiley face t-shirt, sneakers and her long strawberry blonde hair was in a loose braid, she made her way down stairs to the kitchen where her older brothers were eating breakfast. And, as if she needed it, Nancy pulled out a red-bull from the fridge.

“Hey, you’ve got enough energy, save those for us,” Andrew said, pulling the can away from Nancy, and taking a huge gulp. Andrew was nineteen, and played the football quarterback in high school and now in college. He wasn’t the bulkiest guy, but had a good arm that put him on the varsity team his sophomore year of high school.

“Let her have one,” Gavin said sitting at the kitchen island laughing at the two. “Since I bought them and this is my house.” Gavin was twenty-two, and practically Nancy’s best friend. They both shared the same strawberry blond hair generated from their beautiful, deceased mother, though his was a bit brunette, and golden green eyes. They both also were involved in racing cars. Ever since Nancy was old enough to drive, Gavin became her ‘coach’ while she wasn’t at track practice. Andrew’s looks and interests, however, were a bit different from these two. He had chestnut hair and bright green eyes, and was only interesting in racing to mess around on an empty track when there was nothing else to do.

“Come on man, she’s got more energy than the two of us put together with 2 red-bulls each!” Andrew agued, holding the fridge shut so Nancy couldn’t open it.

“You heard the man! His house, his rules,” she laughed as she punched him in the arm. He faked injury as he moved away from the fridge before stuffing down the rest of his bagel as Nancy grabbed herself a new energy drink.


“How’s the tat?” Gavin asked as he drove Nancy to school on his way to the track.

“A little sore,” she replied, pulling down the shoulder of her shirt to show him. “Its not as red though.”

“Well, it’s only been four days,” he laughed. “Looks good. See you at the track after school.” With that, Nancy hopped out of the black jeep wrangler and turned to face the school.

She couldn’t wait until she was done at the race track so she could meet up with her friends. No, the jocks and preps were at school and that was enough. Nancy had found a new group… More like a clash... And she couldn’t wait to hang out tonight.

[limegreenpop8]

Will woke up to her father and brother fighting. She woke up and pulled on her usual black jeans, black shirt, black wedged heeled boots, and black jacket. She walked into the kitchen and grabbed an apple. She looked at her brother and father and said "I'm goin to school. See ya." then walked out the door.

A block or so away from school she touched the sleeve of her jacket where it covered up a bruise. She winced a little. She continued on to school.

At school she headed straight for her locker and grabbed some books. Then she headed towards the library for her usual empty corner.

[Crooked Thoughts]

Roger was up early as always, he had just made it in from the studio a couple of hours ago and had gotten probably a hour of sleep. He had just finished off a omelet and was now putting the finishing touches to his all white Coogi outfit. His brothers were nowhere to be found they had left the studio about 12 something with some girls on their arms so he expected them to be here, but they probably went somewhere else, they were strong believers in the motto "Work hard, Play harder". So of course it was up to him to feed the dogs; Yayo, Chief, and Champ all three full blooded red nosed Pitts. They barked excitedly as he filled the bowls with their food, he rubbed them all on top of their heads them and grabbed his bookbag so he could head for school.

Now walking outside the front door and Roger jumped into his blue 2007 Dodge Charger and turned the music up as loud as possible as he peeled out from his driveway....As he pulled into the student parking lot the guard signaled for him to turn his music down so he abided. At a brisk pace he made his way over to the front of the school where he and his crew gathered every morning.

[PureInsanity]

((I’m gonna assume it’s autumn right now, but let me know if I’m wrong and I’ll change some details…))

My first days were strange, to say the least...

I was walking down the street after school, thinking to myself, minding my own business, right? It was actually kind of peaceful; the smell of autumn in the air, the crunch of leaves and the breeze blowing in my hair. That was, until I heard this group of kids laughing hysterically while they were spray-painting one of the brick walls. They were writing a name of some sort, but I couldn’t quite figure out what was so funny. I whisked the questions out of my mind as I waved my hand at no one in particular and kept moving down the street. I then came across a group of girls who looked like they belonged in an Abercrombie catalog that were squealing over pictures of boys in a magazine like Cosmo or Seventeen who they have probably never met, nor ever will. I couldn’t help make a face, but they were too interested in this model/ celebrity, or whoever it was, to notice me even walk by. I picked up my pace, wondering how far the new house really was, but slowed when I came across a quiet group of people invested in what looked like schoolwork. Ah, the study-buddies. They were very quiet, only whispering a few times to help one other.

I continued on my walk, passing this group until I finally reached the house. I thought the day was over, but I couldn’t quite stop thinking about all these groups of people I’d seen. They were all so different, and they obviously didn’t associate together. This made me laugh, thinking of one of my favorite classic movies, The Breakfast Club. I wonder how they would act together. Would they come together, or would they clash like oil in water? Which was the oil and which was the water anyways?

So the next day I was still thinking about all of this, and I found myself staring at these different cliques. I felt sort of stalker-ish, but what is an outcast to do but people-watch, right? All the groups were different by how they dressed, talked, walked, and were interested in, but there was something more. There were two types of cliques. The high-class cliques, that seemed to sneer upon anyone different or of ‘lower-class’. And of course, there are these low-class cliques that seemed to look up to the high-class, wishing they were like them. The high-class stuck together, separately, as the low-class stuck together, but most of the cliques differentiated themselves, too. And they stayed together, even during class breaks. But something different happened after everyone was dismissed. I watched as people were saying good-bye, and noticed at least one person, maybe more, I’m not sure, from each clique started for the woods. This seemed a little strange to me, so I waited till everyone had pretty much cleared the area, and decided to follow. I found this little shack in a clearing with a sign on the door that read 'Clash of Differences. Friends Only'

I’m not one for intruding, but I was too curious, I had to figure out what this was! I hid in the shrub underneath the window and listened as I heard voices that I stereotyped into the different cliques. They were conversing like they were… friends! I listened as I picked out the different faces I saw venture into the woods, thinking they matched the voices, but it amazed me that they were actually friends. I sat a little bit longer, admiring the fact that they came together, but it made me wonder why it had to be a secret. Were they that worried about their reputations? Why didn’t they just ignore what the people in their cliques thought? It beat me, but I continued to listen until I realized that somebody had my by the collar.
“Look what we have here," they snarled.

Will write more, Maggie is crying.
~Kismet

[vampire_chic14]

Jasmine shuddered to think of what the others would say if they caught her with the others. These thoughts boiled in her mind that whole day, sitting there on the sidelines, just watching her conversations with her school-friends. This was the first time she ever worried, but what could she do about her thoughts? Throw them away as if they weren't important.
Get yourself together Jas! This has probably gone through everyone else's minds. She scolded herself.

'Uh, Jasmine? Are you okay? You seem a little zoned out.' Casey asked. Jasmine blinked, she hadn't noticed that the conversation was over.
'Uh,' She started, not knowing the words to say. Heather finished her sentence, quite incorrectly.
'Ah, she's just daydreaming about that one guy standing by Drake.' She giggled, 'I saw how you were looking at him Jasmine. What was his name again? Sheldon or something.' Everyone shrugged, including Heather.
Jasmine laughed.
'Oh no. I was just a bit overtired. Um, when does school end?' She asked.
Karmen took a long glance at the clock on the wall, gave up, and pulled out her cell. Looking both ways to see if no teacher was looking, she checked the time.
'In about 10 minutes, why? Planning something without us? You shouldn't keep secrets!' She said. Jasmine's eyes widened. What had she gotten herself into.
'Oh, uh, no, I'm... Just planning a birthday dinner with my, uh, Grandmother.. Yeah.' Her heart jumped, and Jasmine hoped the three would fall for the story. Heather and Karmen nodded, and crossed their arms on the table in front of them. Casey just kept staring.
'Um, didn't your Grandmother have her birthday 3 weeks ago?' She eyed Jasmine suspiciously. 'And I thought you already had a birthday dinner with her.' Heather and Karmen seemed to now understand, they leaned in closer.
Jasmine re-caught her breath.
'Well, yeah, but she didn't get to invite her brother, since he was busy, now he's back and we can have it with him.' Oh, please fall for it. Please! Jasmine prayed.
Luck! They did. Heather pulled out one of her magazines, one of which Jasmine never got to see the name of, and they gawked and giggled at the guys, compared themselves with the girls. Each spotting something new that revealed a fault in their own build.

[Mikenter]

Michael sighed waking up to his alarm 'I set it for five thirty, yet I don't wake up 'till seven... wonder if the dude below me had to listen to it all that time.' he thought with a low chuckle at the persons distress, he would hate it if there was a constant beep beep beep for a couple hours. He made all his morning doings, showering up, shaving, brushing his teeth and getting dressed, although all he had was three of the same outfit, a blue and white striped button down shirt, and jeans (( See pictures >.> )). He put on his fingerless gloves, tied his bandanna over his head, and walked out of his small apartment the five stories down. He looked around, still trying to get used to his surroundings. He jumped on his crotch rocket and took off down the street to school.
After pulling into the student parking lot, he parked his bike deliberately next to the rest of them. And jumped off cutting the engine, and placing the kickstand down. And walked off into the school, looking for the other bikers. He laughed when he found them, pushing one of them aside, and stepping into the group.
"What the hell are you doing!" one screamed at him.
"We should teach him a lesson." another added, cracking his knuckles.
Another dude stood up, waving the person aside, "Na, lets just ask him a few questions, one, wheres your bike, two Michael laughed and pointed to the crotch rocket parked near there bikes, a few gasped, a few laughed, some just shrugged. A grin showed on his face as he garbed the arm of the guy next to him, pulling him such a way that he was flipped over Michael's shoulder, he turned back to whom was obviously the leader. "That good enough for ya?" he asked, his voice heavy with sarcasm.
"Fine, fine, but first, an initiation, go pick a fight with someone, anyone."
James sighed, but nodded, clenching his fists, he walked off to find someone who would be able to take a punch.

[supertoastgirl]

Poppy was woken by her alarm, she shuffled around in her huge bed trapped by the blanket that wrapped around multiple times. she struggled to find her way out of the blankets by kicking and punching them, finally with a kick she fell off the bed and unrolled herself, she rolled her eyes with a half smile at her stupidity then stood up and whacked her alarm for it to shut up. the beeping repeated in her head even after she smacked the thing quiet as she pranced into her bathroom to do the daily morning routine. she showered, did her hair and make up, brushed her teeth, and all that good stuff then head down the spiral stair case to the kitchen that, as usual, was empty of any other bodies. Her mom was in Vegas as usual, doing as she pleased. Poppy never went to Vegas with her, first of all because she always hated her moms boyfriends and second because she also hated gambling, she thought it was stupid and a waste of time and money.

Poppy grabbed a muffin that was sitting on the counter along with a few other bread goods. she smiled and took a bite out of the delicious muffin then headed out of the garage as she stuffed the rest into her face, fearing that she would be late. she grabbed her keys, book bag and cell phone that were all next to the garage door and went to her car, it was of course an expensive little sports car that many people envied, she loved it, it was one of the few things she loved that her mom gave her. She hopped in the car, setting her things in the passenger seat and opened the garage door, then sped off to school while clicking the button in her car to close the garage door.

She arrived at school with a little smile on her face as she watched the groups of different cliques pass by, some not so happy other completely fine and her group of friends, excited to see her. she parked her car, grabbed her things, got out and began walking towards the school, but the biker group of kids caught her attention, they were always picking fights.

[Crooked Thoughts]

Roger was listening to his friends battle each other and discuss the latest hip hop music and news, when he noticed one his friends: Micheal walking across the school grounds. He started to call to him, but then he remembered where he was and put his hand back down to his side. He could tell from here that he looked flustered so he decided he would text him.

"Ay I'll be right back I'm bout to text this chick." he called out to the group, giving his explanation of his absence.

"What nigga? Aint nobody bout to read yo homo ass text." stated one of his friends.

"Whateva bitch, I enjoy my privacy, besides yo moma don't want chu to know what we be discussing!" he laughed as the rest of his friends erupted with laughter.

Roger walked off to the side, still laughing at his own joke, it was all fun and games there were no hard feelings between him and his friend even though he had called him a bitch and talked about his mother. Taking out his cell phone he began texting: Hey...u look like u just lost yo dog...lolz...but wats up though?

[Mikenter]

James felt his phone vibrate, "What in gods names..." he muttered, but saw the caller ID, "Ah, okay then." He sighed, sending the message reply 'Hey, I got a little initiation with the bikers, got to get in a fight.' He pressed send, and stuffed the phone back in his pocket. He looked around, 'Who the hell should I fight...' He saw a few emos or goth... he didn't know, they seemed similar, he thought that would be more bullying, he wasn't going to beat on them. If he tried fighting a jock, he'd have the whole football team on his ass in half a second.

[Crooked Thoughts]

Roger waited for few moments occasionally glancing up to see if he had gotten the message. After seeing him take out his phone he took out his awaiting the reply. Finally his phone stated "Message Received" and he read its contents. "Aint that some shit." he said aloud.

"Ay you need to get off her jock and get over here its yo turn!" demanded another one of his friends.

"Hold on!" Roger yelled back.

Roger pondered what he should text back...finally coming up with a reply he began typing: LMAO...better find a weak but tough looking guy 2 fight...ha u kno what would b funi...for me nd u 2 fight hahaha. he hit send still laughing and returned to his friends to take his turn.

[PureInsanity]

((Trying to catch up to you Ash...))

During one of her class breaks, Nancy headed out to the court yard with her friend, who was also on the track team, and joined the circle of jocks that were all friends. They all ranged from the different sports, but most of them were involved in football.

"Man, coach was acting lame today," one of the biggest meatheads on the football team was saying.

"What do you mean? You were asleep almost the whole time, Connor!" another said, pushing the tall egotistical kid on the shoulder. "And Nancy wouldn't shut up like usual."

Even though Nancy had joined the group, she had not joined the conversation. Her mind was elsewhere as she watched a couple other groups enjoying themselves in disgusting laughter. The bikers. They seemed so odd... like dorky versions of 'greasers'. But one of them looked familiar in that distance. The clash, Nancy thought, her mind drifting towards her excitement of tonight.

"Nanc? Nancy!" The second kid said, poking at her stomach. "What're you doing after practice at the race track?"

"Oh, I've got a huge project, sorry Houston." The lie came out perfectly, short and simple. Nancy knew he was going to ask her to join the rest of them at the local pizza joint.

[Mikenter]

James wandered for about a minute before his phone went off again, "Wow, that was fast." he know glanced over to his right, he saw Roger and the 'crew' he hung with. "Hm... bad idea to text him 'bout it like that..." he thought for a moment and got an idea, 'Hey man, you me, parking lot, now, I'm going to kick your prick ass to the curb.' He hoped Roger would understand that he meant, why not they both fight as he hit send and placed his phone in his pocket, and walked into the parking lot, looking, well glaring, you know, to keep up appearances, straight at Roger

[Crooked Thoughts]

Roger received James text message and didn't really know how to react. He wasn't sure on how this was going to play out, but he knew that he definitely couldn't lose and he couldn't allow his friend to get jumped because his crew would jump James whether Roger won or lost. He walked off towards the meeting grounds without explaining to his friend which was a bad idea because they would surely follow him now. Roger wasn't sure how instigate the fight so he just walked around.

[Mikenter]

Michael saw his mistake when he remembered Roger's crew... "Shit." he cursed under his breath. He looked over at one end of the parking lot and saw the Bikers, taking notice that the 'Hip hop' dudes where moving towards Michael's general direction, and headed for him, they saw the fight he picked and wanted in on it. Again Michael cursed under his breath, he might be the 'cause of an all out brawl between the two cliques. Oh well, might as well go for it, "Hey, yeah you, the 'Hip hop' prick, get your ass over here." he yelled to Roger as the 'Bikers' joined his sides, "And bring your friends too, your rhymes ain't mean anything in a fight."

[Crooked Thoughts]

Roger smiled at James remark that boy can't insult somebody worth a damn thing, still wearing his smile which was well known to his crew becuase he did it whenever he knew he was so sure of something, but this time it was because his friend: James made him laugh and he was trying to hold it in. He didn't know what James was up to now starting up this riot.

"Well If it isn't the biker bitches! You know if you wanted to talk to the lord all you have to do is go to church, but if your in such a rush I can send you to him!" he said as he put on his infamous pair of brass knuckles which he wasn't going to use on James he just took them out to keep up the seriousness of the fight, he would easily slip them back in his pocket once the fight began. I hope this crew is worth some time in Juvie he said to himself.

[Mikenter]

Michael laughed, he knew the bluff of the knuckles, but he decided to pull the same bluff, flicking a switch blade out of his pocket, the blade flashed in the light. He saw the biker next to him, right about ran head long into them, but James put an arm out, "First, lets wait, listen to there pity insults, there funny really." he whispered, then yelled to the 'Hip hop' dudes, "Oh you know we'll send our selves there soon enough, just 'cause y'all don't take risks, don't me we ain't not do them." the miss-usage of negatives was starting to confuse Michael, even though he was the one yelling it, he always talked in the strangest ways, and almost every time he talked, it was different.

"Oh come on ya' Pussies, get yo' ass' over here, so we can kick them right back over there." the biker next to him yelled.

"If their no coming for us, lets just fuck them up, the coward dumb fucks." another screamed, pushing at Michael's other arm, who sighed in defeat as he let both his arms drop to the side, the 'clique', witch he apparently didn't even have to fight to get in, just start one, ran straight at the 'Hip hop' dudes. And of course, images images images, James ran with them, his fists ready, he had already tucked away his blade, although easy for him to grab if need be it.

[Crooked Thoughts]

Roger didn't bother replying he just got ready for battle as the rest of crew filled out his background. There was dummy biker who ran ahead first so he got the pleasure of getting clothes lined; After his body hit the floor Roger gave some last words of encouragement "Rappers! Ready your lunch and eat hearty, for TONIGHT WE DINE IN JUVIE!" everyone giggled right before they charged in at the bikers, like a scene straight out of a war movie.

Roger stuck his knuckles in pocket and went in after the other bikers but keeping a close eye on James making sure he didn't get hurt. This was perfect Roger thought he had to fight James but with the brawl going on around them he didn't even have to touch him. He started throwing uppercuts randomly at people, if Roger's coach was here and witnessed his sloppy form he would work him for days on end. Out of the corner of his eye he saw one of his friends approaching James so he clumsily threw himself into buddy screaming "My bad man, damn biker's pushing and throwing punches everywhere!"

[Mikenter]

The biker close in front of Michael got close lined, he would have laughed if he hadn't been busy ducking, he was so much better at dodging their punches, he gave an occasional jab to their gut. He was sorta glad now he didn't really have to fight his friend, and made a huge mess that was indeed fun. He was almost punched right in the jaw but he watched Roger throw himself at the person. Michael silently thanked him in his thoughts, while still throwing his punches.

"Shit! Cops!." he heard some on yell, not sure witch side, but never the less, the bikers took off for there bike, Michael ducked a punch and sweep kicked the dude off his feet, before running for his bike too. The cops had just blocked off both exits to the parking lot, and a few other cruisers had already entered, while most were still out side. Once James reached his bike, he revved it to life and sped off, although the others got to their bikes first, he was faster, and slipped out the small gap, hardly big enough even for him. He slid the bike in a turn and sped off, most of the bikers hot on his tails, and behind them, most of the cruisers, only a couple stayed behind.

[Crooked Thoughts]

Roger looked up through the mass of flailing limbs, to see the familiar red and blue lights flashing. Just then he had been sucker-punched in the jaw, but there was no time to retaliate. "The Boys!" Roger yelled before he sped trough the school courtyard. He probably could've escaped in his car but he didn't want it to get damaged plus it wasn't like they knew who he was but there was a slight chance they could catch his license plate number and he didn't need any more heat on his family.

Roger was very fast, the track coach had been after him for a while now but he was not the sports type unless it was football or basketball but that life wasn't for him either. The rest of his crew went in separate directions, which was good for him because with all the chaos of other students leaving, you weren't able to tell who was who and absolutely nobody saw him duck off in the forest.

...After about 15 minutes the police had cleared attempting to chase the bikers trough after school traffic in which they failed at and as far as his crew was concerned they were long gone, disappearing into buses and blending in with the crowd. Roger decided to head to the club and wait for everyone else, he would go get his car later on.