A/N: Hey, All. It's Joef. First of all, these characters do not belong to
me and so on and so forth, you know the drill. Here is a story from an
awesome game, Armored Core 2. You may have trouble understanding some of
it, if you haven't played it- but you will still enjoy it….hopefully. : )
Anyway, as usual- please Read and Review…or at least Review. See y'all
later.
-Joe(f)
"Mr. Dean…" A voice echoed in the back of Ben's mind. He discarded the call, it was of no use to him now. "Mr. Dean…." The voice called again before Ben ejected it once more, it was not needed. His pencil shaded in the steel covering of the figure in his drawing. A robot, a machine, an AC armed to the teeth.
"MR. DEAN!" A voice yelled and Ben snapped back to reality, his pencil clattering to the floor as a hand slammed down angrily on his desk! Classmates snickered annoyingly as his teacher looked down on him, a scene of intolerance etched along his middle-aged face.
"Yes, Mr. Ruffini?" Ben asked innocently, not thinking about stooping from his seat to pick up the pencil that had rolled under his sneakers.
A hand lashed out violently, but not to strike Ben. His drawing of the machine he had created in his conscious was mercilessly snatched from his desk, there was nothing he could do about it.
"Still drawing doodles in college, Mr. Dean?" The teacher taunted, waving the picture in his face.
Ben remained silent, the lump in his throat telling him he probably could not utter a word if he tried. The teacher stood up and smoothed out the drawing in front of him. The so-called 'doodle' was an extremely realistic drawing, but Mr. Ruffini did not seem to think so.
"The Benjamonster?" Mr. Ruffini asked in an amused tone, raising a brown eyebrow as the other college students around him snickered loudly. Mr. Ruffini pretended not to notice the outbursts of sniggers around the classroom, and instead to take advantage of them.
"You see, Mr. Dean…" He taunted, starting to pace around Ben's desk with, still looking at the paper in his hand. Ben's eyes followed him anxiously, waiting for the criticism to arrive. "You see, the FCS in this is completely…um,…the RpS-MER/A3 radiator is totally out of….well, the Zbt-21 ARTERE booster is just…" He broke off, not able to find a single flaw with the drawing as Ben struggled to keep a smirk off of his lips at this fact.
"Well, the whole drawing is completely horrible." He finished, not able to make a criticism to it. He crumpled up the paper and tossed it back to Ben, who caught the newly ruined and crumpled drawing in his palm.
"As I was saying before Mr. Dean decided to begin Art Class," Mr. Ruffini began, but before he could utter another word an immense ring of the bell echoed from somewhere in the halls, Ben was free.
Ben scrambled up his books and bolted out the door before Mr. Ruffini could yell at him to stay after class. Soon, Ben was in the hustle and hubbub of the hallway at the end of the school day once more.
"So," A voice asked behind him. A voice he was glad to hear. "How was Mr. Rough Weenie?"
Ben sighed as he remembered the humiliation he just endured, but was glad to have a friend nearby. The voice belonged to Joe, one of his best and only friends at the Cron Raven University of Dangerous Hunting Outward Life Education, or more commonly known by its initials: C.R.U.D.H.O.L.E.
Joe was about six-foot-five with a brown ponytail and a pierced ear. He had blue eyes, and even though he tried, none of the girls found him very attractive. Ben however, was about six-four and had extremely dark, almost black hair in a bowl cut, brown eyes, and was very talented. All the girls liked him, but most didn't have the nerve to say anything to him.
"That good, huh?" Joe laughed at the expression on his friend's face.
"Hey, guys." A voice said from behind them.
Turning their heads as they walked down the hall, Joe and Ben saw two of their friends walking up behind them, hand-in-hand.
"Yo, Shane. Hey, Rach. What's up?"
"Not much." Shane answered, slinging his hand around Rachael's shoulder.
Shane was about six-two with hair dyed and ice blue and spiked up, he had hazel eyes, and was your basic guy-next-door. Rachael was about six feet and had long, red hair in a ponytail most of the time, with beautiful green eyes. Every guy in the college wanted her, but since she and Shane knew each other since fifth grade, she was going out with Shane at the moment.
"Shane, I gotta go meet Mary at Mazzio's Pizza Place for studying. Exams, you know?" She finished, turning to her friends. "Catch you guys later, bye Shane." She finished this and gave Shane a quick peck on the cheek before turning and walking the other way down the hall.
"Hmm," Joe commented as they began down the stairs to their dorm rooms, stroking his chin playfully. "Mary will be at Mazzio's. Hmm, maybe you should go Mr. Stud." Joe finished, glancing at Ben with a grin.
Ben punched Joe in the arm, which made him stagger for a bit before catching up with his friends.
Mary was about six-foot-three with brown hair usually in a ponytail or bun of some sort. She had brown eyes, and was very pretty. Ben had liked her since he saw her for the first time, and Mary the same, but neither of them could pluck up the courage to say anything to one another.
"What?" Joe asked sarcastically. "Maybe you should go."
Joe quickly ducked behind Shane as Ben aimed another punch.
Shane quickly unlocked the dorm door and walked in, the only dorm with three residents: Joe, Ben, and Shane.
"So," Shane commented as he slung down his backpack and plopped down on the bunk bed. "What do you guys want to do for the weekend?"
"Hmm, go down to Mazzio's?" Joe asked sarcastically.
"Dammit, Joe!" Ben yelled and swung at him again, the knuckles missing by inches.
"Why don't we go down to the garage?" Ben asked, swinging around in a chair in front of his hologram computer.
"Hmm, sweetness." Shane commented and sat up in bed, slipping his shoes back on and walking to the door. "You guys coming?" He asked.
"Nah," Joe joked, shoving on some sneakers. "I'm just gonna grab some pizza at Mazzio's."
Ben growled and clenched his fists, but otherwise walked out the door. Shane shut the entrance and Joe, unaware to this fact, walked straight into the wooden door, the bang echoing inside the room and out in the hallway.
"Wrong turn at Albuquerque?" Joe mumbled before falling backwards to the ground, unconscious.
-Joe(f)
"Mr. Dean…" A voice echoed in the back of Ben's mind. He discarded the call, it was of no use to him now. "Mr. Dean…." The voice called again before Ben ejected it once more, it was not needed. His pencil shaded in the steel covering of the figure in his drawing. A robot, a machine, an AC armed to the teeth.
"MR. DEAN!" A voice yelled and Ben snapped back to reality, his pencil clattering to the floor as a hand slammed down angrily on his desk! Classmates snickered annoyingly as his teacher looked down on him, a scene of intolerance etched along his middle-aged face.
"Yes, Mr. Ruffini?" Ben asked innocently, not thinking about stooping from his seat to pick up the pencil that had rolled under his sneakers.
A hand lashed out violently, but not to strike Ben. His drawing of the machine he had created in his conscious was mercilessly snatched from his desk, there was nothing he could do about it.
"Still drawing doodles in college, Mr. Dean?" The teacher taunted, waving the picture in his face.
Ben remained silent, the lump in his throat telling him he probably could not utter a word if he tried. The teacher stood up and smoothed out the drawing in front of him. The so-called 'doodle' was an extremely realistic drawing, but Mr. Ruffini did not seem to think so.
"The Benjamonster?" Mr. Ruffini asked in an amused tone, raising a brown eyebrow as the other college students around him snickered loudly. Mr. Ruffini pretended not to notice the outbursts of sniggers around the classroom, and instead to take advantage of them.
"You see, Mr. Dean…" He taunted, starting to pace around Ben's desk with, still looking at the paper in his hand. Ben's eyes followed him anxiously, waiting for the criticism to arrive. "You see, the FCS in this is completely…um,…the RpS-MER/A3 radiator is totally out of….well, the Zbt-21 ARTERE booster is just…" He broke off, not able to find a single flaw with the drawing as Ben struggled to keep a smirk off of his lips at this fact.
"Well, the whole drawing is completely horrible." He finished, not able to make a criticism to it. He crumpled up the paper and tossed it back to Ben, who caught the newly ruined and crumpled drawing in his palm.
"As I was saying before Mr. Dean decided to begin Art Class," Mr. Ruffini began, but before he could utter another word an immense ring of the bell echoed from somewhere in the halls, Ben was free.
Ben scrambled up his books and bolted out the door before Mr. Ruffini could yell at him to stay after class. Soon, Ben was in the hustle and hubbub of the hallway at the end of the school day once more.
"So," A voice asked behind him. A voice he was glad to hear. "How was Mr. Rough Weenie?"
Ben sighed as he remembered the humiliation he just endured, but was glad to have a friend nearby. The voice belonged to Joe, one of his best and only friends at the Cron Raven University of Dangerous Hunting Outward Life Education, or more commonly known by its initials: C.R.U.D.H.O.L.E.
Joe was about six-foot-five with a brown ponytail and a pierced ear. He had blue eyes, and even though he tried, none of the girls found him very attractive. Ben however, was about six-four and had extremely dark, almost black hair in a bowl cut, brown eyes, and was very talented. All the girls liked him, but most didn't have the nerve to say anything to him.
"That good, huh?" Joe laughed at the expression on his friend's face.
"Hey, guys." A voice said from behind them.
Turning their heads as they walked down the hall, Joe and Ben saw two of their friends walking up behind them, hand-in-hand.
"Yo, Shane. Hey, Rach. What's up?"
"Not much." Shane answered, slinging his hand around Rachael's shoulder.
Shane was about six-two with hair dyed and ice blue and spiked up, he had hazel eyes, and was your basic guy-next-door. Rachael was about six feet and had long, red hair in a ponytail most of the time, with beautiful green eyes. Every guy in the college wanted her, but since she and Shane knew each other since fifth grade, she was going out with Shane at the moment.
"Shane, I gotta go meet Mary at Mazzio's Pizza Place for studying. Exams, you know?" She finished, turning to her friends. "Catch you guys later, bye Shane." She finished this and gave Shane a quick peck on the cheek before turning and walking the other way down the hall.
"Hmm," Joe commented as they began down the stairs to their dorm rooms, stroking his chin playfully. "Mary will be at Mazzio's. Hmm, maybe you should go Mr. Stud." Joe finished, glancing at Ben with a grin.
Ben punched Joe in the arm, which made him stagger for a bit before catching up with his friends.
Mary was about six-foot-three with brown hair usually in a ponytail or bun of some sort. She had brown eyes, and was very pretty. Ben had liked her since he saw her for the first time, and Mary the same, but neither of them could pluck up the courage to say anything to one another.
"What?" Joe asked sarcastically. "Maybe you should go."
Joe quickly ducked behind Shane as Ben aimed another punch.
Shane quickly unlocked the dorm door and walked in, the only dorm with three residents: Joe, Ben, and Shane.
"So," Shane commented as he slung down his backpack and plopped down on the bunk bed. "What do you guys want to do for the weekend?"
"Hmm, go down to Mazzio's?" Joe asked sarcastically.
"Dammit, Joe!" Ben yelled and swung at him again, the knuckles missing by inches.
"Why don't we go down to the garage?" Ben asked, swinging around in a chair in front of his hologram computer.
"Hmm, sweetness." Shane commented and sat up in bed, slipping his shoes back on and walking to the door. "You guys coming?" He asked.
"Nah," Joe joked, shoving on some sneakers. "I'm just gonna grab some pizza at Mazzio's."
Ben growled and clenched his fists, but otherwise walked out the door. Shane shut the entrance and Joe, unaware to this fact, walked straight into the wooden door, the bang echoing inside the room and out in the hallway.
"Wrong turn at Albuquerque?" Joe mumbled before falling backwards to the ground, unconscious.