*18*
Now it isn't like girls scare me, I just find it a bit intimidating when I have five of them leering at me. Ruin had promised me a simple sit down with Misprint. We meet, I tell her how much I need her to keep Racetrack off my back so I can get past this initiation with what little dignity I have. She agrees, we shake hands and I'm off on my merry way. Only now I'm nothing more than a stumbling idiot with these five girls breathing down my neck.
"Um, so I was, um, just, ya know..."
Misprint rolled her eyes, "Will you get on with it already?"
"I'm just... could you, I mean would..."
Queenie snickered behind her hand, Shortie nudged her with her elbow but it did little.
"Do we really need to have all these people here," I finally demanded.
"It's for your own protection," Shortie said.
I swallowed a nervous lump in my throat and stumbling along again, "See, Mis, Jack has me doing this.... tasks crap."
She nodded, "Yeah, I've heard of that."
"And a few friends are trying to help me out so that I don't get my ass humiliated or kicked."
"Yeah, I've heard that too."
Why did the situation seem to have such a Godfather vibe going on? I thought Spot was the Mafia man around this joint? "Right. So Jack has Racetrack and Blink watching my friends every move so that they can't help me."
"Seems fair or else that'd be cheating right?"
The other girls nodded in agreement with Misprint. I don't think my argument was winning.
"But this list that Jack gave me is really ridiculous. You don't know some of the things I've been through already!"
"Oh, I could guess," Misprint smirked.
"Please," my voice quivered and the girls caught it, now more than just Queenie was snickering. "Please, I really need Dutchy and Skittery's help on this and I need Racetrack outta the way."
"So what do you want me to do. Bump off my own boyfriend?"
She looked awfully serious. She didn't crack a grin or a smirk. Neither did the other girls. Wait, does she think I want Race killed?
"Don't bump him off," I cried. "Could you sorta keep him outta my way?"
"I'm not the boss of him, Race isn't my puppy I can just say 'sit' 'stay' and he listens."
"But... but... I was told he only listened to you."
Polecat poked Misprint in the back and the smaller girl broke in laughter. "Who am I kidding. Race is better than a puppy! Yeah, Dave, I'll try to keep him outta the way. But you've gotta do something for me as well."
I nodded feeling grateful that something finally felt like it was going my way. "Yeah, sure. What is it?"
"Lose."
"What?" My voice was so high probably only dogs could of heard it.
Misprint again broke into laughter, she was starting to annoy me and creep me out with her sudden and perfect mood changes. "On Friday, stop by my dorm room. Okay?"
"That's it? Just stop by?"
She grinned mischievous little grin, a similar one came over the faces of the other girls as well. "Of course that's not it silly."
Now it's like I said, it isn't like I'm scared of girls. Normal girls, regular girls, girls who don't go to Saint Vincent's, fine. Those other ones though, St. Vin girls, they scare the hell straight outta me.
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Guess what I decided to do? Not work on any other fic until I finish this one. Yes, that's right. which hopefully means I'll have this finished up rather quickly.
Now... Attention Smartass. Hey, I tried emailing you this message but it kept coming back. Okay, I'm not gonna add your character to this part of St. Vins. Once this one is finished, I'm going to do another St. Vincent's story. It'll be sorta like a chronicle series. So you've got my guarantee that Smartass will be in the next set.
Attention all Others: Please nobody send in any info about being apart of the next St. Vin's chronicle. I am not yet ready to begin work on it. Once I am, I'll be holding auditions.
Now it isn't like girls scare me, I just find it a bit intimidating when I have five of them leering at me. Ruin had promised me a simple sit down with Misprint. We meet, I tell her how much I need her to keep Racetrack off my back so I can get past this initiation with what little dignity I have. She agrees, we shake hands and I'm off on my merry way. Only now I'm nothing more than a stumbling idiot with these five girls breathing down my neck.
"Um, so I was, um, just, ya know..."
Misprint rolled her eyes, "Will you get on with it already?"
"I'm just... could you, I mean would..."
Queenie snickered behind her hand, Shortie nudged her with her elbow but it did little.
"Do we really need to have all these people here," I finally demanded.
"It's for your own protection," Shortie said.
I swallowed a nervous lump in my throat and stumbling along again, "See, Mis, Jack has me doing this.... tasks crap."
She nodded, "Yeah, I've heard of that."
"And a few friends are trying to help me out so that I don't get my ass humiliated or kicked."
"Yeah, I've heard that too."
Why did the situation seem to have such a Godfather vibe going on? I thought Spot was the Mafia man around this joint? "Right. So Jack has Racetrack and Blink watching my friends every move so that they can't help me."
"Seems fair or else that'd be cheating right?"
The other girls nodded in agreement with Misprint. I don't think my argument was winning.
"But this list that Jack gave me is really ridiculous. You don't know some of the things I've been through already!"
"Oh, I could guess," Misprint smirked.
"Please," my voice quivered and the girls caught it, now more than just Queenie was snickering. "Please, I really need Dutchy and Skittery's help on this and I need Racetrack outta the way."
"So what do you want me to do. Bump off my own boyfriend?"
She looked awfully serious. She didn't crack a grin or a smirk. Neither did the other girls. Wait, does she think I want Race killed?
"Don't bump him off," I cried. "Could you sorta keep him outta my way?"
"I'm not the boss of him, Race isn't my puppy I can just say 'sit' 'stay' and he listens."
"But... but... I was told he only listened to you."
Polecat poked Misprint in the back and the smaller girl broke in laughter. "Who am I kidding. Race is better than a puppy! Yeah, Dave, I'll try to keep him outta the way. But you've gotta do something for me as well."
I nodded feeling grateful that something finally felt like it was going my way. "Yeah, sure. What is it?"
"Lose."
"What?" My voice was so high probably only dogs could of heard it.
Misprint again broke into laughter, she was starting to annoy me and creep me out with her sudden and perfect mood changes. "On Friday, stop by my dorm room. Okay?"
"That's it? Just stop by?"
She grinned mischievous little grin, a similar one came over the faces of the other girls as well. "Of course that's not it silly."
Now it's like I said, it isn't like I'm scared of girls. Normal girls, regular girls, girls who don't go to Saint Vincent's, fine. Those other ones though, St. Vin girls, they scare the hell straight outta me.
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Guess what I decided to do? Not work on any other fic until I finish this one. Yes, that's right. which hopefully means I'll have this finished up rather quickly.
Now... Attention Smartass. Hey, I tried emailing you this message but it kept coming back. Okay, I'm not gonna add your character to this part of St. Vins. Once this one is finished, I'm going to do another St. Vincent's story. It'll be sorta like a chronicle series. So you've got my guarantee that Smartass will be in the next set.
Attention all Others: Please nobody send in any info about being apart of the next St. Vin's chronicle. I am not yet ready to begin work on it. Once I am, I'll be holding auditions.
