Virtual villains
Boys locker room
"What the fuck!" Crow held up his florescent kit.
"No wonder mum made us late and picked them up herself." Eddie held his own kit against him. "What possessed them to pick orange and blue? I'd rather go back to our old ones."
"At least they ended up black with god knows what…" Crow mumbled.
"I'll wear the trakkies but that's about it…and the trainers."
"I'm gonna ask Pan to shred mine…ya think I can skive?"
Eddie turned to face him leaning on a locker, "Ya know, this is the most I've held a somewhat conversation with you where we actually agree…" a sentence which earned him a glare of the 'shut your face' kind.
Warren entered the locker room looking somewhat determined and headed straight to his locker which just so happened to be the one Eddie propped himself up upon. "Move." A simple word yet with the icy tone Warren said it in Eddie moved a step to the left onto the next locker. A direction he regretted as he found himself whacked with a locker door.
"feckin' hell! That was uncalled for!" Ed cries rubbing his forehead. No response. "Jesus! Ah! Bloody…urrgh!" Eddie walked over to Crow still a little flustered.
Warren changed to his kit without a second thought to the mildly cursing European not two feet away from him.
"If your that pissed off punch him." Crow spoke in a mildly amused for Crow voice
"Not allowed. Mum would kill. Seriously. Ya know, I've got an idea…" Eddie replied grabbing his kit and almost running over all the other lads in the stuffy room slowly followed by Crow.
'Hero's over there! Sidekicks there! Right! Numbers!' Boomer had found it easier lately to number the teens then have them call them back to him in order, he had every right to as it was fast and effective.
'One!' 'Two!' 'Three…' And so on until the complete class of twenty-two was called out. Boomer quickly inspected all of the students as they called out their numbers. I deep frown crossed his face when it go to one of the new students.
'Where's your kit?'
'It suffered a regrettable incident by my locker and in the process deemed both my own and my friend's un-wearable.'
'How exactly?!'
'Well y'know how sometimes you accidentally use your powers…'
Boomer simply glared.
'Riiiight…They blew up.'
'Blew up?!'
'Yup, here's the proof' she held up a plastic bag pulling strips of blackened material out of them. "And before you say it was purposefully done, I'll have you know I'm known to blow things up when I'm thinking real hard." Gambit suppressed a smile.
'Have kits for next week.' Boomer frowned.
'Yes sir.' they murmured.
'Peace! Popsicle! You're up! Defeat your villain!' Warren and Ethan moved to the centre of the gym clad in light armour. Boomer seemed to have a tendency to put bullies and wimps together. No offence.
"Y'know, I'm dead proud of you Ed. There are brains in there somewhere!" Gambit exclaimed as they headed for the rafters to pretend to watch.
'Whooda thought I have brains eh? An' ta think I was gonna get pan to do it.'
'Why couldn't I do it.'
''Cause your less likely to actually do something without thinking your doin' it whereas can be careless.'
'ahh yes I forgot. Anyways, who we rooting for, goodie or baddie?'
Thursday Night/Morning
Gambit POV
This is me typing an e-mail to my traitor of a sister. How dare she bugger off to Uni leaving me to fend for myself! Oh well, revenge plot tomorrow, too tired.
Sender; RoyalFlushInTheAss
To; ClyroBulletAvengedLollipop
…The week was…well let's just say interesting shall we? The lesson gaps were filled up with 'Private Study', as if! Like anyone would study when technically it was a free period, well, some might, but they're the smart gits who already know everything so what's the point in being surrounded by them? I suppose they would do it for you given half the chance.
Oh crap. Clocks have it in for me. As do computers. Hell the world has it in for me! And now I feel like watching Monty Python, what fun what joy! (note the annoyance) I'm sleepy! I can't help the fact it's half twelve and I've gotta be up at seven to get ready for the damn bus to go to that damn floating thing that's kinda eerie when there aren't any fences and you can't fly. Oh well. Time to log off I suppose. Hope you're enjoyin' Uni. I can't believe you got to stay! No fair! Anyways, some lad at school apparently has it in for me…and again with the in for me's! Oh well, I'll see what pranks I can get away with here. Pan says hi an' bye. I suppose the others do too if they were somewhat conscience.
Luv ya an' leave ya!
Gam… or rather Crash, we've sorta named ourselves characters out of ice age heh!
PS. I'm calling you Scrat by the way
Pps. We should really get some sort of express messenger thing or skype like thing…any suggestions?
'You'll get red eyes for starin' at that thing too long.' Pan whined at me whilst in an upside down position on her bottom bunk.
'I was born with red eyes!'
'Shush, you'll wake everyone. Besides they'll go bloodshot and that's nasty with you…'
'I know, I know. I've quit off now so you can finally get some shut eye.' I said climbing into my bunk.
'How's Em?'
'She's fine. Now shut up and let me sleep.' I sorta crash landed on my bed, hence the new name, Crash.
'Only if I have the last word.' I could hear her rustling in her bed trying to get comfy.
'Okay.'
'Night.'
'Night.' I said smiling to myself, knowing what this will cause…
'What happened to me having the last word?'
'you just did.'
'Gam! Just be quiet!'
'Night.'
'Night.'
'Sleep tight.'
'Oi!' She said as loud as she dared.
I finally gave in and let Oi be our word for the night. Since the four of us wound up in a three bed roomed house, Pan and me share, as do Eddie and Crow. And last but not least, the other room is occupied by the lovely Eddie's mum, Carol. But I prefer Mrs. Eddie's Mum, for some reason I like it and she doesn't mind it. Only when I'm serious (which is more often than you may think) I call her Carol. So I settle in, take a look around my now dark room which will be green and purple in the morning, turn over and nod off.
Authors Note; Soooooooooooo sorry for letting this slip my mind! You know what it's like being nagged to get a job? Of course you don't unless you got my mum! Then she criticised me for letting a job slip because the hours were too long! Do you want me to fail college?! Ah well, soz again. Oh and I got a nasty review so blame that person most. Till I remember again or decide to post something bigger…preferably…
storyranger; like you, very nice person. Music class could be very interesting...yup me mind's buzzin'! I should get a zapper...
ruggedangle0426; yey i'm funny! Finally! my life's ambition is complete! drinks all around!
lacefine; I HAVE NICKED THAT LESSON! How d'ya like it so far, don't worry, i'm gonna do more on it, just give me a villain and who'd ya want to see fighting it. That goes for everyone who's reading this, most votes wins.
Y'know as I read these reviews, there's a box in the corner of each one saying 'abuse', I'm not abusin anyone! and I certainly hope no one's thinkin' of abusin me! Have I replied to these reviews already? I can't remeber, goes to show how long I 've been away, I'm suffering from fiction withdrawal.