Post by "Knuckles" on Sept 25, 2015 1:25:56 GMT -5
The day had been going alright, up until this very moment. The former School Captain's anger was building rapidly. Those hazel huea narrowed as they locked upon the wretched machine in front of him. The first time this happened, he got mad but he turned a blind eye. Now, it had happened again.
"A-Are you freakin' SERIOUS!?"
This soda machine had stolen his change for the last time. Those gloves hands would grab a hold of the sides of the soda machine and he began to shake and rattle it out of rage. And then an idea popped into head. He was going to get his money back and his god damn soft drink.
He would begin to run from the cafeteria, through the halls and out the front doors, knocking over anyone that got in his way. He would leap off the stairway and sprint across the courtyard until he reached the parkinglot. His eyes would settle upon his motorcycle. An evil grin appeared on Austin's face as he moved to it and climbed on.
The engine would roar to life and Knuckles would peel it out, turning as he did before he drove his bike back toward the school. He would slow down a bit as he approached the steps, before revving it and climbing up them just as a few students opened the doors.
"OUTTA MY WAY!"
His tires squeeled and he zoomed into the hallway, tearing through the school was the engine echoed throughout the hallways. Knuckles did not give one shit this day. If the heat came, he'd have to put out the fiyah. Breaking hard, Austin would peel into the cafeteria and screech to a halt near that damn pop dispenser.
Stepping off his motorcycle after putting the kick stand up, Knuckles would open one of the side sachels to pull out a chain. He would lock it to the back end of his bike and quickly wrap the chains around his target. Without hesitation, the young outlaw let out a laugh and jumped back onto his motorcycle.
Again that steel horse roared to life and Knuckles gunned it, pulling forward before turning and breaking. The large soda machine would be whipped around, smashing lunch tables before he took off for the hallways again. With every turn he made, the box of hell could be heard smashing against the walls or crushing lockers.
Eventually he made it back toward the front doors, at which point he drove faster, smashing through them before jumping the steps and landing in the courtyard. He once again hit the breaks, screeching to a halt near the fountain. Knuckles would look backwards over his shoulder with a satisfied grin.
"Fuckin' showed you."
Settling his bike, Knuckles the get off and move toward the machine. His eyes would stare toward the school as he let out anither chuckle. Soda cans were strewn everywhere, some completely busted open while others spewed soda out everywhere. What was once the soda machine was a distorded heap of broken metal and plastic.
Knuckles would sit down on the end, lean in and grab one of the few cans that hadn't been destroyed and open it, sipping his delicous beverage as his other hand grabs and tore the money box out. Letting out a refreshed sigh, Austin would pick out the $1.50 he had lost.
"...Steal my money, stupid shitbox."
"A-Are you freakin' SERIOUS!?"
This soda machine had stolen his change for the last time. Those gloves hands would grab a hold of the sides of the soda machine and he began to shake and rattle it out of rage. And then an idea popped into head. He was going to get his money back and his god damn soft drink.
He would begin to run from the cafeteria, through the halls and out the front doors, knocking over anyone that got in his way. He would leap off the stairway and sprint across the courtyard until he reached the parkinglot. His eyes would settle upon his motorcycle. An evil grin appeared on Austin's face as he moved to it and climbed on.
The engine would roar to life and Knuckles would peel it out, turning as he did before he drove his bike back toward the school. He would slow down a bit as he approached the steps, before revving it and climbing up them just as a few students opened the doors.
"OUTTA MY WAY!"
His tires squeeled and he zoomed into the hallway, tearing through the school was the engine echoed throughout the hallways. Knuckles did not give one shit this day. If the heat came, he'd have to put out the fiyah. Breaking hard, Austin would peel into the cafeteria and screech to a halt near that damn pop dispenser.
Stepping off his motorcycle after putting the kick stand up, Knuckles would open one of the side sachels to pull out a chain. He would lock it to the back end of his bike and quickly wrap the chains around his target. Without hesitation, the young outlaw let out a laugh and jumped back onto his motorcycle.
Again that steel horse roared to life and Knuckles gunned it, pulling forward before turning and breaking. The large soda machine would be whipped around, smashing lunch tables before he took off for the hallways again. With every turn he made, the box of hell could be heard smashing against the walls or crushing lockers.
Eventually he made it back toward the front doors, at which point he drove faster, smashing through them before jumping the steps and landing in the courtyard. He once again hit the breaks, screeching to a halt near the fountain. Knuckles would look backwards over his shoulder with a satisfied grin.
"Fuckin' showed you."
Settling his bike, Knuckles the get off and move toward the machine. His eyes would stare toward the school as he let out anither chuckle. Soda cans were strewn everywhere, some completely busted open while others spewed soda out everywhere. What was once the soda machine was a distorded heap of broken metal and plastic.
Knuckles would sit down on the end, lean in and grab one of the few cans that hadn't been destroyed and open it, sipping his delicous beverage as his other hand grabs and tore the money box out. Letting out a refreshed sigh, Austin would pick out the $1.50 he had lost.
"...Steal my money, stupid shitbox."
