Heh....you could.
I dunno how successful he'd be. Probably would depend on her mood xP
I'll probably do it after someone else posts.
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I'll probably do it after someone else posts.
Should I have Charles beg to Seiko not to publish the pictures, hmmm
Charles began to regain his senses, but still lay with his head sideways on the desk. This is it Charles thought. Everything I've worked on, everyone I've had destroyed, every rumor I've spread. All crumbled. What now? Retreat from the limelight and back off, or try and rebuild my crumbling kingdom? Charles could hear Seiko snapping, he could hear people whispering and laughing. These were nerds, and he had been completely humbled by them. So much for getting a girlfriend from this freak fest he thought sadly to himself. Charles watched as the stapler he threw missed Makoto by a mile, and headed straight towards the door. Right at the last minute, somebody opened it and it hit her. Oops Charles thought.
Then he heard light footsteps coming towards his desk. He felt his hair be wrenched up and he winced in pain as he looked into the face of Matsushima Mitsuko. Oh crap, don't do anything, please... he thought desperately, trying to work up the strength to raise a fist. But he just couldn't. "I will be blunt, dog. You are here because I have use for you. The second that I decide that the detriment you provide has a higher weight than that use is the second that I break you." Charles was confused at the frequent use of dog to describe him. How am I a dog?
"Do you understand that, dog? You are to follow my instructions to the letter, and that is final. If you step out of line and I decide that your presence isn't worth my time anymore, then I'm happy to stop playing this little game. I don't care what you do outside of my club. Cause all the chaos you want, seek revenge, start a fire, it does not matter to me. However, when you are following my instructions, in my organization, you are not to take a step out of line, or I can assure you that you will regret it. Are we clear?"
Inside Charles, his entire brain was flashing with anger and hatred. His fists curled with rage. But before he could think about striking, his head was dropped back onto the desk and the light footsteps walked away. He was vaguely aware of the lanky boy with long hair saying something to him, but he couldn't be asked to say a witty reply, even thought his mind was flashing with thousands of ways to insult every part about this long haired person.
Why are they not afraid? Why don't they take me seriously? Has this whole empire been an illusion?
Charles managed to force one word, although it was very quiet. "Fine.".
Then he heard light footsteps coming towards his desk. He felt his hair be wrenched up and he winced in pain as he looked into the face of Matsushima Mitsuko. Oh crap, don't do anything, please... he thought desperately, trying to work up the strength to raise a fist. But he just couldn't. "I will be blunt, dog. You are here because I have use for you. The second that I decide that the detriment you provide has a higher weight than that use is the second that I break you." Charles was confused at the frequent use of dog to describe him. How am I a dog?
"Do you understand that, dog? You are to follow my instructions to the letter, and that is final. If you step out of line and I decide that your presence isn't worth my time anymore, then I'm happy to stop playing this little game. I don't care what you do outside of my club. Cause all the chaos you want, seek revenge, start a fire, it does not matter to me. However, when you are following my instructions, in my organization, you are not to take a step out of line, or I can assure you that you will regret it. Are we clear?"
Inside Charles, his entire brain was flashing with anger and hatred. His fists curled with rage. But before he could think about striking, his head was dropped back onto the desk and the light footsteps walked away. He was vaguely aware of the lanky boy with long hair saying something to him, but he couldn't be asked to say a witty reply, even thought his mind was flashing with thousands of ways to insult every part about this long haired person.
Why are they not afraid? Why don't they take me seriously? Has this whole empire been an illusion?
Charles managed to force one word, although it was very quiet. "Fine.".
I've created a bit of a fiasco with this stapler, haven't I >.<
Hey I was just throwing an idea out. If we want to go with the miss thing we can do that too. It'll be a few more posts before I'll be able to post again, so it's pretty much up to the people who are posting next.
Same here. I think I may have created more problems when I decided Charles would throw something >.< whoever posts next can decide
Alright so who/what is going to get hit by the stapler? Should I have Makoto step in the way of it to protect someone?
I was thinking, more along the lines of it nearly hits somebody but misses, but if you like the jumping in front idea, you can do that.
Flying stapler sent from a person with dizzy vision, watch out
"Oi, Tweedledumbass. Would you mind shutting the hell up? There are some people here who might want to listen to this thing, even if it is kinda boring. No offence. But if YOU want some broken bones I'll be happy to lend you some, you damn dog."
Charles was extremely annoyed now, he could feel the veins pulsating on his head. He began to speak. "Oh hi, hot girl who was sitting quietly. Do I have to spell it out to all of you idiots? Don't you get it? Are you all retarded? Deaf? I. Rule. This. School. When you all figure this out, things will be much happier around he-"
The punch came out of nowhere, and it shook his spine as he was struck above the stomach. The breath was forced from his lungs, and he could feel the world going dizzy as the look of shock on his face twitched with pain. He coughed and spluttered for breath, and could hear muffled voices coming from somewhere. Makoto he thought, his vision clouding.
"You think you can intimidate me?"
I'm surrounded by people...
"Nothing scares me, especially not little punks like yourself"
I just got punched by a girl, and now I'm visibly pained...
"Go ahead, turn everyone against me, try and get people to attack me."
Seiko, the blogger is here
"I don't care, whatever you throw at me, I'll throw right back in your face ten times harder."
She's probably writing all this down, and she probably took a picture
"Soon You'll learn to fear a name, and that's Captain America."
My empire is going to crumble.
Charles was coughing and spluttering, and out of the corner of his blurry vision he could see Makoto sit back down in her seat. He saw something solid on his desk - a stapler left from the class that was here before. He picked it up slung it at the girl, but his vision was blurry and he was dizzy. It hit somewhere, Charles couldn't see where. With that, he collapsed on the desk and closed his eyes, still wincing from the pain of the punch.
Charles was extremely annoyed now, he could feel the veins pulsating on his head. He began to speak. "Oh hi, hot girl who was sitting quietly. Do I have to spell it out to all of you idiots? Don't you get it? Are you all retarded? Deaf? I. Rule. This. School. When you all figure this out, things will be much happier around he-"
The punch came out of nowhere, and it shook his spine as he was struck above the stomach. The breath was forced from his lungs, and he could feel the world going dizzy as the look of shock on his face twitched with pain. He coughed and spluttered for breath, and could hear muffled voices coming from somewhere. Makoto he thought, his vision clouding.
"You think you can intimidate me?"
I'm surrounded by people...
"Nothing scares me, especially not little punks like yourself"
I just got punched by a girl, and now I'm visibly pained...
"Go ahead, turn everyone against me, try and get people to attack me."
Seiko, the blogger is here
"I don't care, whatever you throw at me, I'll throw right back in your face ten times harder."
She's probably writing all this down, and she probably took a picture
"Soon You'll learn to fear a name, and that's Captain America."
My empire is going to crumble.
Charles was coughing and spluttering, and out of the corner of his blurry vision he could see Makoto sit back down in her seat. He saw something solid on his desk - a stapler left from the class that was here before. He picked it up slung it at the girl, but his vision was blurry and he was dizzy. It hit somewhere, Charles couldn't see where. With that, he collapsed on the desk and closed his eyes, still wincing from the pain of the punch.
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I wonder how Charlie will react to being called Tweedledumbass xD
I'm probably going to wait a few more posts before posting myself, but I can assume it will be funny :P
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You would be correct. What do you think Charles would prefer, his nose smashed in or to have the wind knocked out of him so badly that he has to sit there sucking air for a good minute or two?
Personally, I like the latter. Cause then he'll shut up for a while.
Either one, you can choose xD
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