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Post by Ecko Armitage on Apr 4, 2015 9:38:45 GMT -5
"It was a rivalry centuries in the making. Maybe not centuries but it sounds more dramatic that way... Ahem... It was a rivalry centuries in the making. For eons these groups have been against each other in a battle of supremacy! A battle of utter and complete dominance over the concrete jungles of the world! Countless have fallen to the prey of broken bones, concussions and bloody knees and elbows! Ew.. Nevertheless we prevailed! Through storms we weathered! We pushed on for this moment! It all comes down to this duel. How was that was it good?!"
"Hahaha yea! Let's go!"
< A boy holding a camera pointed at Ecko shouted as a crowd of about five people roared behind her. Who were they? They all happened to be a bunch of inline skaters she had befriended. Ecko was more partial to inline skaters and skateboarders than BMXer's. Ah yes the typical BMX Vs Inline skaters war. The battle was almost as old as time. Actually that alone made Ecko ponder why people even say that? No seriously her mind drifted off briefly in deep thought for no real reason.
~As old as time? Why the hell do we say that? I mean like how do we know how old time is? Does time even have an age? If so how can we even determine it's age if we aren't sure if it existed then? Isn't time constant? So you can't put an age because it existed before us no? The things we beings say make zero sense, my head is starting to hurt at this point.~
"Ecko!"
< Ecko was snapped back into reality by one of the inline skaters behind her. Shaking away drifting meaningless thoughts that had absolutely nothing to do with what was going on. She turned her head with a sea of determination hidden under a particular mask. Across the hallway was another group, BMXer's. Their leader was a male dressed exactly like Ecko put opposite. He wore an all black suit with a black fedora and a makeshift bomb dangled on his right wrist. No it was just a toy. Ecko wore a white suit accompanied by a white mask with a pointy break, like the guy wearing a black version. Spy vs spy oh yeah. Had Ecko been a little taller and had a similar build to Cereza she could've been mistaken for her. Attached to Ecko's waste was three sticks of dynamite, again a toy.
< Both sides were getting rowdy. The two leaders would stare at each other from opposite sides of the hall like a Mexican stand off before each took a seat on their little clown tricycles. Yes little clown tricycles. There knees obviously higher than the handle bars. This battle was going down. Both groups roared as from each side placed a broomstick under each leaders arm. The broom was replaced with a rather large comical boxing glove at the end. Yes they were about to joust.
"DOWN WITH BLOODY BIG HEAD! CHARGE!"
< The start was a little slow as it took a little to get the momentum but both of them started to build speed as they raced down the hallway but not at each other. No they went opposite ways heading towards the gym with such ferocity. Inline skaters blading behind her, BMXer's riding behind him. Ecko peddled those little peddles fiercely honking her little clown horn on the handlebars, while shouting at some people that were in the hallways to get out of the way. They were in the way of destiny! You can't stop destiny! YOU DON'T GO MESSING WITH THE ORDER! Each side would get through the gym doors and charge at each other on their tricycles. Closer, closer and then BAM! Ecko's hit first as the other guy had lost his holding on his broomstick. He toppled over as Ecko seemingly drifted the tricycle to turn and stop. Wait drifted whaaaaaaaat? Whatever. Ecko jumped up and cheered taunting him and his buddies from a far.
"WOooooooo yeaaaahh! Oh yeah oh yeah. LOSERS DROOL! WINNERS RULE! Mmmhmm Mmhmm... Can't touch this!"
< A friendly jousting war was probably going to turn ugly at this rate but what did she care. She was Hammer Timing! The guy with the camera kept recording even somewhat getting in the Bmx leaders face taunting him even more meanwhile Ecko continued her dance celebration without giving two fucks as a crowd had formed considering it was in the middle of gym class for one, two they did whiz pass a few people. Many couldn't help but to laugh at the little brunette breaking it down.
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Post by Lexington on Apr 9, 2015 22:33:26 GMT -5
Lexington had finished up his training session for wrestling practice. The teen turned the heating unit off in the wrestling room, jogging to the locker room to change. He puts on some Old Spice deodorant then threw on his black short sleeve shirt, tied the strings to his black shorts in a knot and picked up his red and black Nike Hi-tops and walked out of the locker room. Stopping by the side of the hall to slip the shoes on. The student hears an unusual medley of outlandish sounds and phrases.
"DOWN WITH BLOODY BIG HEAD! CHARGE!"
The pillar looked up out of sheer curiosity and proceeded down the hall and turned the corner. As Lexington turned the corner he came upon an event going on in the middle of the hallway "What the.." Immediately he was cut off as a student was defeated by a rider in white and the loser rolled right into him. "Ouch!" Lexington picked up the rider and tore his helmet off "Get to class man, don't make me say it twice.." Lexington walked past the bystanders and approached the winner who was doing an unusual victory dance. Upon closer inspection, Lex would realize its Ecko. "Keep dancing, you look good doing it, but what kind of crazy shit are you all doing in this hallway, Ecko?" Lexington threw up his arms in the air as he eyeballed Ecko.
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