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Post by kate2 on Feb 15, 2010 23:02:11 GMT -5
Well hello, four o'clock in the morning, it was nice to see you again!
Tuesday opened his eyes and wiped at them tiredly, forgetting why his cellphone was buzzing uncontrollably on his nightstand. The phone vibrated across the smooth surface of the table, and Tuesday reached a tired arm over to shut it off, but not before glancing at the clock. 4am. There must have been some reason for the stupid-early wake up call...
Oooohhoho yeah. Now he remembered.
Quietly, Tuesday sat up in his bed and pulled the covers off his pajama-clad legs. Sneaking a glance over at his sleeping roommate, Vivian, he tensed while she turned and pulled the covers up closer to her chin. He took advantage of the noise of the covers to dart from his bed, jam his feet into a pair of sneakers, and pull a hoodie over his bare chest. He pocketed his cell phone, pulled the hood up over his messy bed-head, and tip-toed over to his dresser. Still, Vivian slept on. That was good. He'd need her to vouch for his whereabouts if something went wrong.
But nothing was going to go wrong.
It never did, unless they--he and Thursday, that is-- wanted it to.
Sliding open the top drawer noiselessly, Tuesday fished out his trusty black bandanna. No crime had yet been committed without it covering his face. This too, went into his pocket, and with a final smile at Vivian, Tuesday slipped out of his dorm, closing the door quietly behind him.
Pointing his cell phone at the ground, Tuesday used its light like a flashlight as he made his way to the South Wing of the dorm building. There, at Dorm 1S, Tuesday didn't bother knocking, but quickly stepped into his brother's dorm. Well, brother + roommate, a girl with curly brown hair named November Something. Tuesday couldn't remember her last name, but whatever. All he knew was that Thursday had told him she was reserved and kind of a know-it-all, and no way was he going to spend senior year with such a stiff.
So they decided November needed to loosen up, and to do so, they were gonna take her pranking with them.
They'd work on Vivian later.
Tuesday grinned into the dark, shining his cellphone over his brother's bed, which he promptly ran over to and jumped on. "Thuuuursday, wakey wakey!" He laughed, bouncing up and down on the bed (causing Thursday to bounce awake, which was funny to see). "Grab your stuff, and wake up November, we gotta go."
Tuesday sprang off Thursday's bed and walked over to November's side of the room, tying his bandanna around his face at the same time so that his voice was slightly muffled. "She's not gonna snitch, is she?"
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Post by jillian on Feb 17, 2010 21:15:58 GMT -5
“Wazzat?”
Thursday’s eyes shot open as the rest of his body bumped around his mattress. “Who-- Tuesday! Shit! Getoffame!” he hissed at his brother, his arms flinging around to knock the bouncing fool to the ground. This only brought about a cruelly amused Tuesday and a nasty bump on the back of Thursday’s head where he had slammed against the wall. Groaning quietly, he slid his legs over the side of the bed. Bringing one hand up to the tender spot on his head, he used the other to steady his wobbly frame on the mattress’ edge.
“Grab your stuff, and wake up November, we gotta go.”
Thursday stretched his mouth open in a wide yawn, squinting his eyes in the direction of the clock sitting on the nightstand. What the hell? 4:10? What was he supposed to be doing at 4:10? Thursday turned the confused look on his face back to his brother. “Whattya mean ‘we gotta--’” he asked slowly, before his eyes finally lit up with realization. A canny grin settled on his lips as he threw his covers back, hopping with a slight thud to the floor. “Riiiiight...” he whispered, mostly to himself, as he slipped over to the dresser, casually pulling a pair of dark jeans from the bottom drawer.
“She’s not gonna snitch, is she?”
He hopped around the dresser as he pulled the pants over his boxers. “Huh? Oh, I dunno. She’s pretty chill, I guess. Which is exactly why we gotta take her.” He finally succeeded in zipping up his jeans and opened the drawer again to go back for a hooded zip-up. Punching his arms through the sleeve, he turned to shoot a pitiful look at November. “I don’t even think the poor thing’s been out of this room once.” The grin returned as fast as it had vanished. “We’re just gonna have to change that, yeah?”
He snickered as he crept over to November’s bed, squatting down to look her square in the face. Bringing his pointer finger up slowly, he proceeded to poke her gently on the cheek. “November!” he whispered, urgency popping behind every word, “Get up! Fire!”
He grinned up at his brother. This was gonna be fun.
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NOVEMBER STARR
CHILDREN'S LITERATURE
BARRIE UNIVERSITY FRESHMAN
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MANY ADVENTURES OF WINNIE THE POOH
AWAKENED
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Post by NOVEMBER STARR on Feb 17, 2010 22:29:30 GMT -5
November wasn't a light sleeper. She'd often slept through thunderstorms, and while her friends had been chattering away about how the thunder kept them up all night, November was always the one who was surprised anything had happened the night before. And she kicked in her sleep, though never talked or snored, or else she wouldn't have dared sign up for a Co-Ed dorm. And when sharing a dorm with the school's most renowned prankster, a profession of the night, this was even more important to her. She didn't want anyone blabbing to people about what she did at night. Like the fact that she slept in bermuda shorts, and that they happened to end up shoved completely off of her body from all of the kicking.
It was just after this annoying habit had finished its course that she was awakened by someone poking her cheek. Her leg automatically swung out, stopping when it hit something she hadn't known was there. Groaning, Nov sat up in her bed and brought her bare leg to her chest to examine her foot. "Ow..." she mumbled, looking off of the edge of her bed to see her roommate. "Uuuuugh, what the hell, Monday!? That hurt my foot!" she said, yawning and swinging her legs off of the edge of the bed to sit up. With a navy blue tank top and bright red underwear, she yawned. "Hey Friday, why is Tuesday here?" she asked, mixing up her roommate's name up as always. But even though she'd never even met his twin, she knew instantly which one was which, and never even messed up the name of the one she didn't live with. It was slightly fucked up, but she was too tired to notice.
"Whyyyyyy the hell did you two wake me uuuup?" she complained loudly. "It's four in the fucking morning!" she continued, her voice refusing to get any less loud than a very loud ringtone on her cell phone, which she then pulled out and slid open and closed for something to do. "Well? I'm waiting for an explanation, boys," Nov said, shooting an annoyed glare at the pair and not bothering to put her pants back on. She was honestly just too tired to even give a shit about something as trivial as her roommate and his twin seeing her underwear.
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Post by kate2 on Feb 17, 2010 22:55:17 GMT -5
Tuesday shrugged at his brother, then went to rummage through his dresser. There he got out Thursday's face-hiding bandanna, and another one he found for November. Absently he fed the fabric through his fingers and leaned against the dresser, watching as Thursday snuck up on his roommate...
Who promptly kicked him in the dick.
November was probably his new favorite person.
"Oh, shit!" Tuesday giggled, biting his finger as Thursday writhed in pain on the ground. He could practically feel the pain radiating off him in waves, and, though he sympathized, it was still god damned funny. November seemed not to have though this a big deal, and continued her waking by calling Thursday practically every day of the week except Thursday, though she managed to get his name right. Weird. Finally she ended with a groggy "Well? I'm waiting for an explanation, boys," which itself was hilarious in her pantless state.
Tuesday turned a blind eye to her lower half, and instead focused on containing his giggles. Thursday swore profusely at him for laughing and at her for causing said pain, but Tuesday mostly just shook his head and smiled. "Um um," he laughed, gaining his composure. Thursday had finally managed to stand, and Tuesday quickly leapt to his side to support him.
"It's-" Thursday started, coughing a little. "-A surprise," Tuesday finished smoothly, and handed November one of his brother's bandannas. "Put his around your face, okay?" He said, pressing the other bandanna into his twin's hand, and pulling his around his neck. "You're going to need it-" "-Where we're going," his brother finished for him, and Tuesday grinned.
"Trust us," They said simultaneously, their voices eerily the same.
"Oh," Tuesday mentioned as an after thought, "and put some pants on."
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Post by jillian on Feb 18, 2010 2:17:00 GMT -5
Thursday sat crouching next to his roommate, waiting patiently for a reply. He didn’t expect much, maybe a quick eye flutter or a yawn. That was what how most people woke up, right? But then again he’d never actually taken the time to watch November sleep. Whatever. She would have to get up either way.
What he didn’t expect, though, was the was the fiery foot of fear that suddenly lashed out from underneath the covers and hit him right in the balls.
Exhaling sharply, he fell flat on the floor, his face contorted to that of someone who’d just been circumcised. “Augh! Fuuuuuck!” he wheezed, rolling around on the floor. “Shit, shit, shit, shit, SHIIIIIT,” he whispered, clenching his hands into fists. Okay. So Tuesday would be waking November up from now on.
Curling into a little ball, he winced slightly as he tucked his legs up against his chest. Breathing heavily, he listened to the sound of his brother’s laughter and cursed again. Of course Tuesday would refuse to help him. After a few seconds of agonized groans, his muffled voice could be heard from below. “Shit, November! You fucking kick awake?! What the hell?!” Extending his limbs slowly, he clawed at the wall for support, all the while sending flamethrower eyes at his brother. “Shut up, Tuesday. You try getting kicked in the dick sometime,” he growled, his teeth clenched tightly together.
It was only after he had found a somewhat comfortable position against the wall when he actually started listening to his roommate’s groggy commands.
“Well? I’m waiting for an explanation, boys.”
And then Tuesday was back at his side, holding up his wounded brother. Taking a moment to glare at the traitor, Thursday turned back to November. “It’s-” he began, wincing a little, “-A surprise,” finished his brother, still suppressing sniggers. “Put this around your face, okay?” Thursday grabbed the bandana from Tuesday’s hand, quickly tying it around his face. Mmm. This was better.
The mischievous grin regrew on his face as he lowered his hand back to his sides.
“You’re going to need it-” “Where we’re going,” he said, leaning with his elbow placed on his brother’s shoulder. “Trust us.”
“Oh, and put some pants on.”
Thursday turned a raised eyebrow towards his brother, clearly confused by the command. But following his gaze, he found November wearing nothing on her bottom half but a pair of bright red underwear. Sniggering, he wobbled over to the dresser and pulled out a pair of jeans for his roommate, throwing them down at the edge of her bed before rejoining his brother. “Even though it is a nice look for you,” he assured her, sweet sarcasm littering his words.
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NOVEMBER STARR
CHILDREN'S LITERATURE
BARRIE UNIVERSITY FRESHMAN
OWL
MANY ADVENTURES OF WINNIE THE POOH
AWAKENED
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Post by NOVEMBER STARR on Feb 18, 2010 18:35:12 GMT -5
“Shit, November! You fucking kick awake?! What the hell?!”
"No. It's not my problem your dick was in the way and I just happened to hurt my foot enough kicking it to wake myself up," November slowly said as if explaining to a first grader. Hey, she was annoyed and sleepy, and the mischievous twins had some 'splaining to do. Which they did not. Instead, they gave her a very vague and annoying completing of each others sentences, then a very creepily simultaneous "Trust us." No way in hell, boys. No way in hell.
But whatever the hell they were thinking, it probably wouldn't kill her. Aw, what the hell! She was already awake anyways! "Fine. Whatever," she mumbled, taking the bandana with a small grimace. Tying it over her face, she looked at the twins faces and wondered how she could ever tell which was which. But she somehow could, and she instantly identified the two twins, who both seemed to be smiling and were, of course, teasing her about her bare legs, which she was very glad she'd shaved the other day.
“Even though it is a nice look for you.”
"Sure, sure," she sarcastically commented, yanking on her jeans and zipping them up before spotting and putting on some random flats next to her bed. Her hair was down, too. She hated having her hair down. It looked okay, it was actually sort of pretty that way, it just bugged the hell out of her, and she wasn't really sure why. Oh, that's right. November grimaced and looked across the room into the mirror set up. When her hair was down she looked like her Mom. Her real, biological mother. And her Dad used to mention it and get a really sad, faraway look in his eyes... Before she'd noticed that look, she always took it as a compliment, and wore it down more and more. But after... she hardly ever took it down. 'But Dad isn't here, so I guess it doesn't really matter,' she thought, frowning and a little glad that the twins couldn't see her expressions because of the mask. She'd just gotten used to it up...
"Oh, by the way," Nov began, stretching and yawning before adjusting her bra strap. "Feel free to make any comments you want on my underwear, legs, general appearance or whatever the hell you feel like saying. I'm just waaaay too tired to give a damn about anything other than where the hell we could be going." Might as well tell them free speech was applicable in her presence, because most boys she'd met expected a slap or kick for over half of the things they even dared to think.
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Post by kate2 on Feb 18, 2010 19:07:45 GMT -5
Tuesday patted his brother on the back in sympathy then pulled away to wait by the door while November got herself situated. He cracked open the door a little and peered out, pulling the bandanna up and over his nose and flicking his hood up on his head. "Lifeless," he breathed, then turned back to note the progress of their would-be accomplice. If she would ever just shut up.
Blah blah blah something about Thursday's dick and free reign about commenting on her ass. Tuesday rolled his eyes. "November," he whispered, "Be quiet, okay?" His bandanna fluttered with his breath. A glance at Thursday conveyed Tuesday's annoyance, but he grinned in spite of himself.
Today's prank was gonna be fun.
Tuesday was about to step out into the South Wing common room to depart for the main building, when he thought of something. He looked down at his pajama pants and frowned--plaid and that jersey material that would tear on anything, probably leave a trace and give them away. Why didn't he think of this earlier? "Hold on," He muttered, went back over to Thursday's dresser and took out a pair of his jeans. "I'll only take a second." Tuesday went into the bathroom connected to their room, changed into his brother's jeans and came back out. "Okay," he said, tossing his pajama pants on someone's bed, "We should get going now."
Tuesday led the way out of the dorm, headed for the main building where the majority of the classes were held. But hanging back a second he caught up with his twin, about to ask him something. He checked to make sure November was out of ear shot, but he whispered anyway.
"I've got about twenty different alarm clocks stashed in that closet Mr. McColleigh never uses, and they're all set to go off seven minutes apart," he muttered to his twin, his hands in his pockets as the three of them navigated the hallways of the main building. "Where are the ones you hid? And what do you think about November putting them in the air ducts instead of just the ceiling panels? If she's quiet, that is, I mean obviously we need to test her first. Any ideas?"
Tuesday kept his voice low as they rounded the corner, but turned around and walked backwards when he thought of something. "Hey," he said very quietly to November. "Two things. Don't ever say our names. Even with the bandanna and no audio system, we don't want to take chances. And don't ever look at the cameras, okay? Not even to see where they are. We'll take care of locks and stuff, you just worry about not getting caught or doing anything stupid. Okay?"
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Post by jillian on Feb 20, 2010 17:47:43 GMT -5
Thursday leaned back against the wall, waiting for the others. Crossing his arms impatiently, he blew a strand of hair out of his eyes and glanced at the clock.
God, they really had to go. Maybe it had been a bad idea to try and get November to come along. She’d already kicked him in the dick, and she hadn’t been awake for more than ten minutes. What if she decided it would be fun to duplicate the bruises he was sure were forming on his body and take out his reputation as well? They had woken her up at four o’clock in the morning. It did serve as a suitable reason to tattle. And she was supposed to be the good one, right?
Well, not at four she wasn’t. And Thursday had described her as quiet and reserved. Ha! If she was anything at all, it wasn’t quiet or reserved. More like pissed and aggressive. And chatty. Really, really chatty.
“November. Be quiet, okay?” “You’re gonna mess everything up!” he added, slipping behind his brother to take his own look out the door, resting his head an inch above Tuesday’s, totem pole style. He grinned, scanning the quiet hall. The conditions were looking pretty good. Just as he was about to nudge Tuesday out the door, his brother backed back into the room, muttering something Thursday couldn’t hear. Thursday watched as Tuesday extracted a pair of jeans from the dresser and slipped into the bathroom.
Ooooh. Good thinkin’, bro.
Looking over at November, he motioned for her to huddle with him by the door, so they were ready to go whenever Tuesday got back. As soon as his brother rejoined the group, Thursday tiptoed out into the silent hallway, making sure his bandana was tied securely around his face. His hands fidgeting with the tie behind his head, he smiled over at November, various uses of her potential already forming in his mind.
When Tuesday came up behind him, he leaned in closer to listen to his brother’s whispered words. "I've got about twenty different alarm clocks stashed in that closet Mr. McColleigh never uses, and they're all set to go off seven minutes apart. Where are the ones you hid? And what do you think about November putting them in the air ducts instead of just the ceiling panels? If she's quiet, that is, I mean obviously we need to test her first. Any ideas?"
He nodded as Tuesday spoke, snorting a laugh as he imagined the completed project. This prank was gonna be intense. “I’ve got the other half in one of the library’s filing cabinets. I don’t think they’ve ever been opened, either, so they’re still there. And November...” he laughed quietly into his hand, glancing back at the girl a few steps behind them. “November’d probably get in the air ducts if she thought she needed to. We’d just have to make sure she doesn’t start blabbing again. Whattya say to making her get some of the clocks herself? That way we can watch her close to see what she does,” he suggested, shrugging his shoulders slightly as Tuesday walked back to November, no doubt informing her of her duties. One hand in his pocket and the other scratching the back of his neck, Thursday tapped his foot impatiently. “C’mon!” he hissed, searching the surrounding doors for any sign of movement. “We’re late as it is.”
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CHILDREN'S LITERATURE
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MANY ADVENTURES OF WINNIE THE POOH
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Post by NOVEMBER STARR on Mar 1, 2010 22:01:22 GMT -5
November yawned, rolling her eyes. She complained a lot when she was in a foul mood. Which the boys had managed to put her in. She'd always hated mornings. When you stay up until at least 1 AM on a bad day, 4 AM wake-up calls were not generally appreciated. Not in the least. But that aside, the twins, annoying as they were, had also managed to spike her interest. She was honestly curious about their nighttime adventures, about why they needed the bandanas, and why Tuesday had decided to change pants. So they were the same size. Not surprising. Most twins only wore matching clothes for show, but she was almost certain that they often put on the same clothes before seeing each other in the morning.
Then they decided it was time to go. Taking their advice and keeping her mouth shut, she looked around the bare halls cautiously. She was actually a very suspicious person, and often saw images that weren't there. Especially skulls. She saw looooots of skulls in the dark. Oh, well hello, Mr. Davenport the younger. Done with your conference, hmm?
"Two things. Don't ever say our names. Even with the bandanna and no audio system, we don't want to take chances. And don't ever look at the cameras, okay? Not even to see where they are. We'll take care of locks and stuff, you just worry about not getting caught or doing anything stupid. Okay?"
Nov nodded as he spoke, though she automatically pursed her lips at the last comment. "Hey, hey, I can't just sit there and let you two have all the fun, now can I?" she asked, smiling under the mask. She actually had learned to pick locks out of boredom, and was now so practiced that she could unlock any door blindfolded. "C'mon, might as well put me to good use." And then Thursday popped in.
“We’re late as it is.”
"Nice to know. Now if only I knew what we were late to. Why, that'd be just spiffy," Nov whispered, walking over to where Thursday was waiting. Deciding to be patient, she sighed and waited for an explanation. They couldn't drag her through the entire night without her figuring the gist of whatever scheme they had planned.
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Post by kate2 on Mar 2, 2010 22:47:40 GMT -5
Tuesday nodded once to his brother. He liked the idea. And, at November's own insistence, she wanted to be put to good use. Tuesday chuckled, grinning secretively under his mask. "Alright-" he started, Thursday walking up to them and finishing "-We'll tell you." Even their movements were eerily similar as they approached the library where Thursday's stash was hidden, the two of them more in sync now that they had something up their sleeves. "There's about twenty or so different alarm clocks in the filing cabinets on the far side of the library," Tuesday pointed to the double doors leading to the library/media center. Thursday continued "We want you to go get them. then come meet us in Mr. McColleigh's room." "We'll tell you what to do from there."
Matching grins on their faces, the two headed off in the direction of the other alarm clocks. "Oh, also," his twin remembered at the same time Tuesday thought to mention it, "we're gonna let you take care of the locks on this one." An added challenge? Tuesday nodded his approval. "Make sure you lock up behind you, too... Once you figure out how to get in, that is." Thinking themselves clever, they turned and dashed noiselessly down the hall.
"Think she can do it?" Tuesday breathed as they approached the classroom. He crouched in front of the lock, pulling a bobby pin from the cuff of his hoodie and jimmying the lock until it clicked open. He stood back as Thursday entered quickly, Tuesday hot on his heels and pulling the door shut behind them. He adjusted his hood to hide all his hair, and immediately set out for the closet he'd hidden the clocks in.
Continuing, Tuesday added "From what you've told me about her, I expected something totally different. You said she was a lifeless kill joy." He opened the closet, stuffed some clocks into a bag produced from his pocket and looked quickly at his twin. "And here she is, kicking you in the balls and back talking like a diva. Frankly, I'm surprised," he laughed quietly. "I think I like her for it. Not like... like her, like her. Just. Um. Whatever." He finished lamely, leaving one alarm clock at the bottom of the closet, a blue colored clock with a little number "1" on the bottom.
The goal was to leave the clocks in a trail, numbers 1-40, across the school. Set to go off about seven minutes apart, the timing of the alarms was just weird enough to throw people off, but still let the twins know what to expect. They'd be planted in a long, winding path, one after the other so that if one were to follow the beeping clocks, they'd be led in a wild goose chase around the school... Only to end up back at Mr. McColleigh's closet, where they'd let November place clock number "40" in the reverent spot next to the first one.
Oh, by the way? Mr. McColleigh was the twin's homeroom teacher.
Haaate.
The alarms would start around 10 am and go until the end of the school day. Brilliant? Yes. Tuesday smiled at the prospect... but they had to hurry. They'd already wasted more time than they could afford, and school started in about three hours. They had to move fast. "Let's place clocks 2 and 3 now... She can't be too far behind..."
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