[b]Cafeteria Floor[/b]

"Wut happen?" spoke a rather oafish voice not entirely sure of its surroundings. The creature swore that he just had a mark that would've been easy to exploit for tribute. However that was not on the forefront of his mind at the time, as he found himself day-dreaming of [i]what[/i] he would spend his share of the fortune on. It was in that magical day-dreaming daze and the target's voice, that he found himself letting go of the arm. The barrel-framed ogre with its massive limbs, which was peered around nervously, knowing what would happen. After all, he volunteered to go bring back that easy target. But alas, he was unable to secure the target. The Ogre snorted as his eyes began wavering. Snot was beginning to run down his nose and the Ogre found that he failed to do even the simplest of tasks. [i]Again.[/i] 

"Aww jeez, what's wit da watahwoiks?" Inquired an individual walking up towards the Ogre. It was a diminutive Kobold wearing a simple grey-hoody. He dragged his brown scaled tale across the floor as he grabbed at the Ogre's sweatpants. "YA had 'em Makor!" The Ogre sniffled a bit, "But Sicuro, I-I let them go, instead of pulling them back. I'm no-" Sicuro the Kobold glared at the depressed Ogre. "The important ting is ya got'em. Listen, I got some business with Cyrios. We gonna rough up some guys real soon. Come on, should get you out of the rut." Makros wiped at his nose as he glanced down at Sicuro, "C-can I give 'em purple nurples?" 

The Kobold laughed, "Now that's the spirit!" Makros smiled down at Sicuro as he leaned down a bit. Sicuro skittered onto the Ogre and sat upon his shoulders. "Come on pal-o, whole lotta targets to squash! Gonna be a good day." And so, the bully pair began walking out of the cafeteria. 

As that was going on, a Prefect watched as a Preppy was, heading to the Punk Section. The normally emotionless face of this Elf Prefect curled into a small smile. As soon as the smile was upon his face, he raised his right hand to cover his mouth. "H..heheh-" His face was contorted as his cheeks rose up, clearly happy about the situation this would bring. Using his left hand he began to adjust an ear-piece, while trying to calm down his attitude.
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[b]Cafeteria - Punk Section[/b]

Charro grinned ear to ear as he began to reach towards something in his jean back-pockets. The line worked! It didn't fail him, and now he was ready to perform the finisher. With a flourish of his left hand, he pulled out a pair of cheap toy hand-cuffs. The cheap silver paint was noticeably chipped away, revealing the white plastic frame. Charro slowly licked his lips as he reached over with the cuffs.

"Bail gonna be at t-" And that is when Steven Diggs approached the scene and started to complain. Charro couldn't understand why he had to ruin his good times. He cocked his head back, "Eyyy muchacho, I ain't finished gettin' the chicas!" He enthusiastically declared as he waggled the plastic hand-cuffs. "We got time, 'sides not like we've got any important thing to do now." However, Charro found himself drawn to another situation approaching.

A Preppy, an agent of [b]THE MAN[/b], was wandering far away from their territory. As she approached she earned quite a few glares, followed by quite a few popping knuckles. Charro, being ever the opportunist when it came to the ladies, decided to get up from his seat and get closer to the Preppy. "Eyyy, soooo what y-" 

Unfortunately, before he could finish off his attempt to flirt with everything that moved, he received a quick smack to the head by yet another girl who approached. Loose Lacey had finally arrived and was adjusting her torn jeans. Her most notable feature was a rather prominent rack that was stretching out a 'Crime Unadulterated' Band T-shirt. She flicked back some dark red hair from her face as she glared at Charro.

"[i]Idiot![/i]" Lacey hissed out at him. "Do you know what you are looking at?" Charro took a moment to contemplate the lovely lady who appeared to be an olive skinned beauty. 

"A hot bitch." Charro said fully confidant in his answer. This earned him another smack to the back of his head and another lecture from Lacey. "No, that's a fucking [i]Siren[/i]!" Charro glanced back as he raised his eyebrow, "Naaah, nah, s'cool." He stretched out his arms and held them behind his head.

Lacey grumbled out as she just glanced towards Steve. "...Can you drag Charro out of here before he does something stupid?" 
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[b]Cafeteria - The Entertainers Section[/b]

Kuornos smiled as Julie wrapped her arm around him. At least he wasn't in the commode when the arm was going around him. Tim smiled ear to ear as he nodded. The Halfling knew this was gonna be good. He began rubbing his hands together as he clapped. "Yeah! We gotta stick up for each other! No one gonna keep down the show!" With a mischievous grin Tim began laughing as he glanced towards the Elf who was still wrapping one of his hands around his locks.

Twisting his hair, Kuoronos continued to try to remove excess water. In the back of his mind he considered that he might need a hair-cut, but he quickly decided to concentrate on getting vengeance on Cyrios. His tormentor would be subjected to a hilarious scheme of revenge! Kuoronos leaned in close as he glanced between Tim and Julie.

"Right, so if I know Cyrios, which I feel I do." He stared upwards, gesturing towards his hair. "He's probably gonna be up to something right now. Which means, we got a bit of time to plan something. And I think I've got an idea." Kuronos grinned as Tim leaned in closer. "So what's your idea?" The Halfling inquired. 

"Okay, so there is a particular bathroom stall that Cyrios prefers. Not to shove people in mind you, but one that I think he keeps some stuff he looted." The Elf mused for a moment, "So what I am thinking, is we go and rig that plumbing right?" He began nodding as he shifted gazes between the others. Waiting for a dramatic lull, he eagerly spoke. "And with it, we make it explode right in his face! Like you know the spring cans?! That." 

Tim began laughing as some tears began rolling down his face. "Aha! Ooooh, that sounds funny." The Halfling immediately turned to Julie, "You think that's funny enough to work with?" After all, a true Entertainer plot had to be well, entertaining. And Cyrios would be subjected to hilarious shenanigans at his expense, for what he did to Kuoronos.

 Of course this discussion earned them the attention of another fellow Entertainer who was walking by with a tray stacked with empty pin-tins. The girl, who was dressed in a series of polka-dotted overalls and a rather orange and green shirt with incredibly puffy sleeves spun around on her heels to face them. "Saaaaaay, if you need help, I do have a couple of pies I'd like to test." She said with an overly cheerful grin.

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[b]Track Field[/b]

Well, certainly a show was going to commence. And it was here underneath a bush a Nerd popped his head up. He adjusted his bottle-cap glasses and began to wipe some smudge that was on them. No matter, he had a mission to do and did not have time to waste. And so wordlessly, the acne ridden Gnome retreated back into the bushes and began crawling away towards a series of bleachers.