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Post by Tobias Thomson on Nov 21, 2007 22:08:23 GMT -5
Toby slammed his hand down in anger on the control pad of the machine he was at. He had - at long last - run out of money to waste on the game he had been playing, the only way to continue would be to use the money which he was saving to buy comics with, something he wouldn‘t allow himself to do again. He weaved his fingers together and clicked them all in one flex of his arms, before stepping back from the machine with a yawn. He looked at his watch to discover that he had been in the arcade for more than and hour and a half. It wasn’t a new record, but it was the longest he’d gone in a while. He unscrewed the lid of a bottle of water and took a sip before heading towards the entrance of the arcade.
The boy stepped out into the cold air of the street, feeling his skin tingle at the sudden change of heat. He looked up in one direction, then down to the other being saying “Bugger.” He had once again managed to forget which direction he had to go to get home. He shrugged before Ip-Dip-Doing a path and following it.
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Post by Ryan Andrews on Nov 21, 2007 22:38:05 GMT -5
Ryan was walking around town, he really didn't know where he was heading truthfully he was just walking around for the heck of it, even though it was a little cold. But then again Ryan was not that cold. He was actually warm he had on a long brown coat that he had got from his parents earlier last week for no apparent reason he just needed a coat the coat was 5,000 dollars he was also wearing black gloves that had cost him 50 dollars.
He was staring at the ground thinking of his son and Kelsey wondering how they were doing he never got too see Dylan not much Kelsey seemed to hide him from him all the time he lost his train of thought when he ran into a kid. He glanced at him and gave a short glare. " Watch were your going punk..." he muttered.
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Post by Tobias Thomson on Nov 21, 2007 22:59:09 GMT -5
Upon hearing being described as a punk, Toby did some quick calculations in his head. He weighed up the four ways in which he could react to that guy; turning around and punching him out, thinking up some big fancy insult which would not only offend the blonde, but America as a whole, making a much smaller, simpler insult or simply ignoring him. The last was the least likely to happen, and the former was Toby’s favourite option, but Toby decided that there wasn’t enough time to think about it any more and simply came out with “Suck it, Blondie.” Before continuing to try and work out where the hell he was and what direction he was supposed to go in.
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Post by Ryan Andrews on Nov 21, 2007 23:05:09 GMT -5
Andrew could not help but laugh at the guys comeback Blondie was the kid colorblind or something. Andrew was a brunette. he grinned at the kid. " What thats the best you can do Blondie!?" he asked him. " It seems like your blind too I'm a brunette not a blond." Then Andrew put his face into a thinking position, as if he was really thinking. " Oh I'm sorry you must really be blind, you must have not realize who your talking too.. you should be caring a cane..." Andrew said with a smug look on his face as he glanced at the guy.
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Post by Tobias Thomson on Nov 21, 2007 23:14:30 GMT -5
Slightly embarrassed about the fact that he hadn’t fully noticed the colour of the boys hair, Toby quickly scanned his mind for a retort. “I was calling you blonde because you’re an idiot, not because I thought your hair was blonde.” Toby thought for a second, wondering if the lie was convincing before continuing. “And taking the piss out of the disabled? Real class act there Blondie. I mean really,” Toby clapped a few times, quite loudly, in a sarcastic manner. “Bloody good show old chap! What‘s your next act? An impersonation of the late Ray Charles?” Toby let out a tut.
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Post by Ryan Andrews on Nov 22, 2007 9:07:09 GMT -5
Ryan shook his head lightly at the kids comeback, he called almost anyone kid that wasn't in his group or younger then him and this kid looked younger then him. " Hmm, that was quick thinking that comeback kid, but I know you didn't mean it like that" Ryan let out a short laugh. " But I will give you it, you won, picking on the disabled is rude." he smirked at the kid. " Your not a geek or nerd are ya?" he asked him, if he was there was no way he would even try to have a conversation with this guy or even try to be a bit nice to him, even though he had already gave him a little sarcasm which was the only way Ryan really knew how to be nice I guess you could say. The kid didn't seem like a nerd not from the looks of it anyways.
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Post by Tobias Thomson on Nov 22, 2007 10:07:35 GMT -5
“That,” Toby said with a slight snort. “Would depend entirely on how you define those words. As a geek is a person who performs in a Circus by eating anything big enough to fit in his mouth, I can assure you, I am no geek. However, I believe that standard stereotypes would align several of my character traits with that of a ‘nerd‘. However, I am a look less cowardly than most ‘nerds’.” Toby stopped to draw breath for a minute, while his brain continued to dissect the social terms of ‘Geek’ and ‘nerd’.
“I am English.” Toby finally stated, as if the knowledge was of up-most importance to the entire world. “I am English, I do my duty for Queen and Country, and that is all you need to know.”
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Post by Ryan Andrews on Nov 22, 2007 10:10:42 GMT -5
Ryan gave a slight eye roll at the guy. " Right...." he stated as if he really had understood what the guy was meaning, but he was actually just confused, Ryan was a guy that could easily get confused well some what if someone just kept talking and talking he didn't easily register it all and thats what the guy did. " Whatever then." he muttered a but.
" Oh real cute kid, english.." he stated with a short snort and then added a laugh with it.
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Post by Tobias Thomson on Nov 22, 2007 10:18:23 GMT -5
Toby bunched one of his hands up into a fist by his side. “And what, pray tell, is so funny about that?” The one thing Toby prided himself on more than anything (asides from maybe the size of his magazine collection) was his English blood, and the very concept that this rude American was laughing at that was enough to make Toby want to punch a whole through a wall.
He - after making a promise to his mother - was supposed to be avoiding fights as much as possible, however that promise was really only focused around school, so Toby would feel comfortable making this guy eat the pavement. As long as, of course, the other person swung the first punch.
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Post by Ryan Andrews on Nov 22, 2007 10:23:08 GMT -5
Ryan shook his head. " I meant your click what click are you in?" he asked him. " And I know you knew what I meant." Ryan said with a shrug he didn't realize that he had his hands in fist now but he really wasn't scared if he got punched he would punch him back there may be a fight but then if Ryan got injured lets just say daddy Andrews won't be too happy and there would be a court day ready in play and the Andrews have connections.
" And nothings wrong with being English, I'm English and German well somewhat German." Ryan said with a smug look on his face and a shack of his head glancing at him.
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Post by Tobias Thomson on Nov 22, 2007 10:39:27 GMT -5
“Yes.” Toby said getting more and more annoyed by the boys smug personality. “I was fully aware of what you meant, and I mean what I said. I am English. I’m not prep. I’m not emo. I’m not nerd. I’m not Gangster. I am English, and you are annoying me. Please, never call yourself English again, you probably just made Charles Dickens spin in his grave. No self-respecting English person would compose himself in such a manner, just look at what you’re wearing man. It’s almost as bad as a full baby blue track-suit combo.” At this point, Toby decided to start circling the boy. To see just how much the guy could take before getting pissed off and leaving or swinging a punch.
“I mean really, look at yourself! Those clothes, that hair cut, that ‘cheeky’ grin of yours. You looked like something that just stepped straight out of Susana and Tranny* for Gods sake. All you need is some Burberry and the tragedy would be complete. I’m guessing you consider yourself part of this ‘Livingston Royalty’ that I’ve heard so much about. Or are you just another pathetic wannabe?”
* Susana and Trinny (Tranny) is a show on English TV about fashion advice. Their supposed to be really good but their actually crap.
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Post by Ryan Andrews on Nov 22, 2007 10:46:33 GMT -5
Now it was Ryan's turn to get mad. He put his hands in his pockets so that the guy could not see that his hands were in fists. He was not going to be the one to throw the first punch he never was and he wasn't planning on it not today. He glared at the kid. " You better stop circling around me twirp." he stated simple at first glancing at him.
" I hope you know who your messing with kid, yes, I'm Livingston Royalty, my dad owns almost everything by the beach if you mess with me you mess with my crew. And you know what at least I can afford decent clothes unlike the filth your wearing I wasn't going to say anything about it because it's not your fault your poor but man when was the last time you bathed?" he asked him.
" Oh and did I forget to mention your nobody in this world at least I'm recognized and I'm what almost half the population thrives to be,, unlike you you could jump off a cliff and no one would no no one would care for that matter maybe your parents but thats about it now if I was to jump off a cliff it would be on the news people would be upset." he stated turning a bit to glance at guy, his hands still in his pockets.
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Post by Tobias Thomson on Nov 22, 2007 11:02:24 GMT -5
“A nobody?” Toby snorted as he continued to move around the boy. “Is that what you think I am? If you really must know, back in the home country, I was the poster child of teenage hooliganism, disobedience and chaos. I started and ended more fights than times you’ve been kissed goodnight. I don’t care about who your father is or what he owns, if he gets in my way, then I’ll do to him what all great Englishmen do to their opponents, I’ll push him out of my way permanently.” Toby was, of course, exaggerating his name in England. He had appeared on the news several times in connection to teenage hooliganism, earning him a slight ‘poster child’ image, but nothing as extreme as he would lead others to believe.
Toby stopped circling the boy and faced him. He raised one of his fists up so that it was level with the other guys face, however kept it a few inches away and moved it slowly to show that he wasn’t actually swinging for a punch. “Of course, if I really wanted to make a name for myself in this pathetic little town, I could just pound your face into the ground so hard and fast that not even your own mum would know who you were. If you are who you claim to be then I imagine that’ll get my face out and about in records times.” Toby looked the boy straight in the eye. “So what’ll it be, bub? Have you the spine to face up to a real man? Or will you just cower in the shadows of your father, feeding on whatever scraps he throws your way? Balls in your court blondie.”
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Post by Ryan Andrews on Nov 22, 2007 17:44:46 GMT -5
Ryan once again laughed at the kid and another shake of his head. He felt like he had been doing this position or pose or whatever people wanted to call it. A shake of a head and a laugh. " Actually your probable right about the whole kisses goodnight I mean I don't only get kissed goodnight I get kissed in the morning and in the afternoon." His smug look returning on his face. " And looked around kid this place is not where you used to live this is Livingston and here nobody would care no one would notice your a nobody here and there your probable a nobody now too no one cares." he said with a grin. " So do this town a favor and jump off a cliff or something."
Ryan grinned at him. " You think your tough kid. Punch me, go ahead." he stated with yet another smug look on his face. " What are you waiting for go ahead punch me you think your big stuff kid?" he asked him. " What are you waiting for I'm not afraid of you and neither is my family. Or are you just all talk and no action because thats what it seems to me." there was no way Ryan would be the first to punch he never was, he was always the one to end it not start it.
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Post by Tobias Thomson on Nov 22, 2007 19:13:54 GMT -5
“Now now Blondie, when a man offers a dance, it’s the lady who must accept.” He dropped his arm back down to his side. “It’s interesting though, how you seem to think you’re so well known here, bub. I mean, how many people beyond the walls of this town know your name? How many of them will ever know your name for that matter. Allow me to give you the answer, no one. Your name may be more recognised than that of the Queens in this town, but ultimately you’re just a big fish in a very small pond. This town doesn’t matter. Your Dad, your friends and your school don’t matter. All that matters is you and I can already tell that you’re about as deep as a puddle. No one in this country knows me yet, but you’re what? 18 years old at the max? And you’ve already brunt the brightest you’re ever gonna get.”
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