Reminder there's a poll on my profile page! Also, any winter prompts for December!
He is currently in the library, at the computers like usual, to watch his videos. Every other week, his favorite ShoobTuber posts something up, and he just got a notification on his phone early that morning. He doesn't really want to watch it on his phone because he needs to admit it, he prefers to watch ChainFelz's videos on a bigger screen, and the sound quality is better than his phone.
He pulls up a separate tab and gets the Heidi's MeChat. Clicking one of her videos, he plays it for a few seconds with his earbud in before pausing it. For some reason the librarian here doesn't like anyone watching videos that aren't educational or pertaining to MeChat. There is nothing educational about how the school cafeteria lunch isn't as good as Fankville's, but he isn't going to judge. He just doesn't want to get caught again because he already has a warning. He doesn't know when the librarian will be in the back shelving books, or doing a quick sweep of finding teenagers making out. However, the moment he sees the long dark haired man he will have to say goodbye to his video, and hello to Howard's sister.
He keeps one earbud in and goes to ShoobTube. Typing in ChainFelz he goes to the most recent video and his lips twitch. Looks like one of his favorite ShoobTubers had a problem with someone trolling him. Sometimes he posts things up about what is going on with his life—though those are rare, mostly sticking to social problems he views—and those are the entertaining ones. Apparently the guy got trolled on a thread earlier this month while sticking to the rules of the forum.
Randy feels bad for him, but it is kind of funny that someone who is a stickler for social justice got trolled. Then again, a few haters are in his comment section, and without fail ChainFelz will post an essay of a response. The only surefire way to get him to comment, but those are the hilarious posts because he lists out his reasoning to every little thing someone says. Unfortunately, no sad shoob posted anything in the comment section after he quickly scrolled down before watching the video. There are multiple pictures with text surrounding it, different from the videos, but Felz usually has a sound bite of something funny after a flash of the image that is causing him grief.
"What are you watching?" Someone suddenly said, and he tenses up before exiting out of ShoobTube, and his mouse hovers over the play button on Heidi's video.
"Uh nothing sir, just got bored, please don't kick me out," Randy quickly stated loudly and the person behind him laughs.
"Quiet in the library," a deep voice yells from the front of the room. Randy peers over his screen to see that it is the librarian shouting from the circulation desk.
'Then who's behind me?' Randy turns around to see Jacques standing behind him. 'Is he here to pick up my note? Oh carp, how do I respond? We aren't really friends anymore, well he thinks we aren't, so do I call him Jacq or Jacques? He's waiting for a response, quick say something intelligent.'
Randy is silent for a moment before words pour out of his mouth like a tsunami, "I-I thought you were the librarian. Scaring me like that, man, you shouldn't have done that. You know what, I should have payed attention or you got to stop being like a ninja. Whichever one comes first."
"I'm sorry Randy, but I didn't catch that." Jacques said.
He takes a deep breathe, "I thought you were the librarian, he does not like people going on ShoobTube. MeChat is alright though, but listening about cafeteria food is boring."
"That seems a bit biased."
"Yeah."
The conversation lulls before Jacques coughs, clearing his throat. "So what exactly were you watching?"
"Just a ShoobTuber I like, ChainFelz. Apparently some guy kept blocking him on some thread and it pissed him off. Feel bad for him because he is one of the most polite people out there even when answering some flamers. Kind of counterproductive if you type up a three paragraph response that gets blocked a few seconds after. Though, it's weird that happened. Maybe he got on a admin's bad side. Oh sorry, rambling here." Randy focuses back on the brunet who has a ghost of a smile when he got off tangent.
"You must really like this guy." Jacques said with his hand on the strap of his backpack and his hip pops.
"Well you got to respect that he is passionate about what he likes. It's…admirable. So what are you doing back here? Getting a nonfiction book or using the computers?" Randy asks as he sees Jacques glance in the row where the book, The Whole World In A Simple Book, is at.
"Unfortunately I couldn't find a book I needed to study on American History here." Jacques lies smoothly, and he would have thought it was the truth if he didn't think otherwise. "Well I'll see you later."
"Yeah." Randy says as he watches the transfer student walk off.
He makes sure that the other male is out of sight when he does a small fist pump in the air. At least Jacques doesn't completely hate him if he is willing to talk to him as Randy. He logs off from the computer and takes his earbuds. He scans the room for the neck scarf wearing teen, and sees he is no longer there. He goes to the book, looking for the familiar 911.2 COM book and opens it. He takes the message out of the book and reminds himself to write his note later on to place in there. He has a minimum of one day to leave it, and sometimes two if they couldn't make it in time before the library closes.
He puts the note in his pocket before leaving; he'll read it later when Howard won't get on his case. He said he was going to the library to study for a bit for math, which is really just him watching a video for five minutes before his attention wandered to Felz's new video. Not like he isn't going to fail the test today anyway, especially when he couldn't finish the review packet for it from yesterday. At least Nommi told him that there is a chance that stank'd students can become human again without destroying the source of the stank snake.
That is all fine, but the thing is, the snake returns to the Sorcerer, and his power is still constant instead of slightly diminished whenever he destroys a snake. At least there is an alternative method even if they can't weaken the enemy trapped underground.
Randy leaves the library and walks to Howard's locker; where he will be waiting for him, or he is in the cafeteria for the cinnamon rolls. Of course Howard couldn't do what he expected of him, especially when he can hear his best friend's voice clear from the crowd of people surrounding the hallway. Randy's face pales and he realizes what is going on and whispers under his breath, "Get ready Nommi." He needs to defuse the situation fast, maybe it is still salvageable.
"God you are pathetic, always crowing for attention!" A feminine voice yells and Randy realizes it is Cynthia.
Whenever she is in the room, Howard becomes worse than usual. Well, he doesn't hold his tongue as much as usual with Cynthia there. He doesn't know if he should be angry at the blonde or pity her. Same thing with Howard, if he should be mad at him for messing up their chances of being friends with Jacques again, or exhausted for thinking his friend won't start a classic Rally.
"Me crowing for attention? Who even says crowing anymore? So old school, what are you an old lady pretending to be a high schooler? How's life treating a bitch like you who can't even get with the bruce language?" Randy tries to shove people out of the way. Killing blow is going to happen soon, he can feel it.
"You're just a short fat angry loon who can't even make proper friends. God I don't know who to feel sorry for: you or those pitiful losers you hang with. You can never be as popular as me, and who are you calling a cougar? I'm pretty as ever, a lot more than all the girls in school. I manage to make it on your sister's list of one of the most popular and pretty students in all of this school. Speaking about your sister, being related to her is your only redeeming quality, everything else is disgusting and makes me want to hurl. Plus, you trying to get that sophomore's attention is just laughable. She is too cool for a shoob like you."
Someone from the crowd says, "Oh snap," and Randy ignores them.
He can practically see the other teen flipping her hair, but Randy is not mistaken when he hears her voice shake a bit in the beginning. He manage to penetrate the outer layer, only thing left is to get past everyone who is recording this.
"At least I don't have a big honking crush on a guy, and can't step up and tell the dude like a cougar you are."
He knows that response, the soft ball to the big one.
"What? Hahahaaha. That is absolutely pathetic you worm." She says, crossing her arms.
"Worm. Real original there bitch. Oh I'm sorry that would be an insult to dogs, can't believe that you are a slut though. Thought you could go out with Derick and Miguel at the same time last year. Tell me, how's that restraining order going for you?"
"H-How did you know about that."
"Sweetheart, you got to listen instead of keeping that big head of yours up someone else's ass or in the closet looking for something that looks 'cute' or 'sexy' for something a cougar would wear. You are just so desperate from last year that you put your claws in the fresh meat imported all the way from Europe. If you actually used your pair of eyes you would see he isn't in to you. In fact, your friend, what's her name, Jennifer, has a better chance than you."
Randy finally managed to get past the crowd to see Howard in her face. His finger pointed at her and he goes in between them. He hisses at his friend to stop, but he ignores him, continuing on his rant, "They seem to be awfully close, but I guess that's why you've been trying to separate them. Not to mention you always take him away from all the girls that hound him in the halls. Possessive much? No, it's jealousy because you can't stand the sight of other people who are less shallow than you, prettier, and have a brain. The only thing you have going for you is your pair of boobs that you think you can seduce every guy in the room and-" Randy had enough and slams his hand over his friends mouth.
"Howard I think you made your point," Randy hisses under his breath and begins to apologize for him. "Cynthia he didn't mean—shoot your crying." His voice fails him at the second half when he sees the blonde's eyes well up with tears.
Her fists are clenched and shaking. She punches him—since he is between her and Howard—before she runs through the crowd.
"Cynthia!" Darcy calls out from in the crowd, running after her friend.
Randy sighs through his nose in frustration before looking at his friend, who is looking quite proud of himself, especially with the crowd cheering for them. A few people from the side are muttering about how horrible Howard was, or if they went to Simmerton Middle, they were exchanging money from a bet prior to the escalation of the fight.
"Really Howard, what happened to get you like this?" Randy asks, trying to not show his agitation. He is all too aware that the slightest comments could make him blow up.
"She made fun of my small hands Cunningham when she crashed into me, making me drop my sandwich. My hands! Saying they were sweaty, making my food slip, and she might have said a few things about us." His tone quieted toward the end before sighing. "Come on, what's done is done, and I'm feeling pretty good after this. Heck, I feel like I can go straight to the moon and back. Eat some space cheese. Mmm. Cheese."
Randy walks beside his friend and is silently thankful that the topic changed to food. He finds it strange that he didn't get the fame of the crowd chanting his name, but he doesn't think much of it.
*POV CHANGE*
Darcy gives her friend a tissue, and she takes it to dab her eyes. The two of them are underneath the stairs, and the brunette stands in front of her friend, trying to shield her from everyone else. She is silent when she hears her friend talk. "I hate them," she says with her fist clenched. "They are so annoying, loud, and obnoxious. I hate the fat one, how in the world did he notice? I hate Jennifer, trying to take my Jacq away from me. Always flirting with him when I'm not around and saying horrible things about me. Thinks she can steal him away from me, just like Derick."
'You're kind of sounding like a possessive girlfriend, and Jen never said anything bad about you to Jacques' face from what I seen. Sure talked bad about you in front of me, saying horrible things, but still. I love you Thia but you got to stop projecting your negativity to others.' The mousy girl thinks, biting her tongue. She says in a low, soft, voice, "Don't let what Howard said get to you. He doesn't know what you do."
Cynthia ignores what she said, biting her thumbnail as she seethes, "She thinks she so much better than me because she talked to him first. Thinks she can hang out with all the guys and pretend to know what they like. She doesn't wear the latest fashion like me, doesn't wear much jewelry besides that old necklace with her name on it. How come she's my rival when she is some second rate pond scum compared to me."
"Thia your thumb," she reminds her about her little habit. Cynthia removes her nail from her mouth like it burned her.
"God! Just thinking about her makes me crumble. I should have been the one who won the third grade beauty pageant and not her! I hate being nice to her."
Darcy nods, half paying attention to Cynthia's ramblings about Jen. Something catches her eye on the floor and she shrieks. A green snake the slithers up Cynthia—she doesn't know anything—and it goes into her silver bracelet. It flashes green before her whole body is enveloped with it.
It reseeds and Cynthia's blonde hair becomes white, and it is in a plated chignon, with a small black crown on her head. She is wearing a black and white striped dress that is vertical the top half but becomes spirals once it hits her skirt. She has white stockings underneath her dress, red lipstick, violet eyes, black eye shadow, pale orange skin, and black three inch ankle boots.
"Cynthia?" Darcy says hesitantly, her friend's eyes seem to stare off into space.
"Darcy darling, don't call me by that drab name, but call me Hypnotic Pressure." Cynthia, no, Hypnotic Pressure smiles as she passes by the small brunette. "Now, sweetheart, if you excuse me, I have a few people to catch."
She is stunned when she watches her friend touch a footballer's face daintily, locking her violet eyes on his, and his eyes flash violet. "Be a dear and grab me a drink. Once you have, I want you to get more of your friends, bring them to me, and then find my love Jacques." Hypnotic Pressure orders the student.
"Yes my Queen." The football player walks like he is a zombie and Darcy's brown orbs widen.
"Miss Hypnotic Pressure," she tentatively says, and her stank'd friend turns to her, "what exactly are you going to do now?"
"Isn't it obvious darling Darcy? I'm going to take over the whole school, make sure Jacques is at my beck and call, humiliate that Jennifer, and get rid of those two pests. Of course, I need to get the little bunny and bird out of the picture, my Sorcerer's orders." She sighs at the end, "At least I get to have my revenge while I'm at it."
"Is there anything you want me to do?" Darcy asks, stepping out from underneath the stairs. She does not want to be cornered if she needs to run. She keeps a wide berth between her stank'd friend and herself. She also looks to the floor, not know how she got some guy under her spell.
"Yes. Can you see if you can get my love somewhere secluded? You saw that buffoon take forever to walk, I need someone I can trust to get my Jacq fast. I will have to retract my orders." She says as she walks up to another student, someone who was commenting that Halloween is two weeks away.
"Got it. I'll check the library since he's usually in there." Darcy said and walks in the opposite direction. 'Hell no. I got to warn Jacques and how in the world am I going to get the heroes' attention. How exactly?'