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great day!
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Tabloid quickly dialed a number, and grinned as someone answered sleepily. "Hello, this is Isaac "Tabloid" Guarrani with your fun 5:30 AM wake up call and to invite you all to join us for an early breakfast at-"
"EARLY?! BURN IN HELL, TABLOID!!" He held the phone away from his ear, and exchanged a look with Racetrack, who was awake and laughing on his bed.
He shrugged as he hung up his phone. "I think she likes me. Who's next?"
"Mayfly and Vintage." Racetrack said, reading off the paper with all the roommates on it.
"Hello, this is Isaac "Tabloid" Guarrani with your fun 5:32 AM wake up call and to invite you all to join us-"
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
An hour and a half later, Tabloid, Racetrack, Mob and Shad walked up to a table where a bunch of girls sat, eyes half open and propping their heads up with their arms.
"What's the matter, girls? Tired?" Race asked sadly.
His girlfriend Dare turned to glare at him. "I like my sleep."
He nodded. "Uh-huh."
"We don't like it when it's taken away from us." Smalltalk growled into her Lucky Charms. She wasn't a morning person to begin with. "I was going to wake up at seven." She moaned.
They were interrupted as Cassandra "Elektra" Graham stormed up to them. "You." She growled, sticking her finger in Tabloid's face. "I'm gonna get you back, and I'm gonna make you cry."
Her attention swerved to Mob, and she pasted a flirty smile on her face. "Oh. Hi, Mob." She cooed.
"Stupid freshman." Tabloid rolled his eyes. "Well, I'm out. See y'all later." He walked off with Mob, who was happy to get away from Elektra, and she stared them both down.
"Does, like, anyone say 'I'm out' anymore?" the freshman sniffed, throwing her bouncy brown hair over her shoulders, her blue eyes aflame.
"Well, Tab just did, so obviously the answers 'yes'." Raven said, staring the other girl down.
Elektra just stuck her nose in the air and stalked away.
"Yeah, that's right little girl. Go listen to Britney Spears like a nice, preppy kid." Jackal growled.
"AH! You said it!" Mani said, clutching at her heart. She proceeded to keel over and pretend to drop dead off her chair.
"I'd react the same way." Smalltalk droned, leveling her hazel eyes at Jackal. "I'm just too damned tired."
"Hey, kids?" They all looked up as Stephanie- one of the Prose/Verse counselors came over to the table. "When you're done eating, you need to go through the tunnels back to North. The tornado sirens are going off."
The group shrugged. "Okay." Stephanie nodded, then went to another table full of Speechies.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
"How much would you give me?" Brian 'Lance' Raymond asked his DeKalb teammate Chelsea Thompson.
"A bag of M&Ms and five Swedish fish."
Brian grinned and held out his hand, and Chelsea shook to seal the deal. Then Brian walked over to a table full of wrestlers to show how he earned his nickname. He slid into a seat next to a rather large camper.
"Hello." He said in a sexy voice, holding out his hand. "I'm Brian, but my boyfriends like to call me Lance." The wrestler paled.
"I was sitting over with my friends," he continued, scooting closer on the bench. "And I couldn't help but notice how.manly you looked."
A squeal of mirth came from 'Birdie' Freeman, and the wrestler turned to glare at Brian. "Why you little."
"Er, gotta go!" Brian exclaimed, kissing the wrestler on the cheek and taking off, racing out of the lunch room and down the hall.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Kate Whiting walked up and sat down beside Broadway. "Hey, I hear you're a Team Captain, too."
"You're the third?" Broadway asked, smiling. "Good, then all we need to do is find one more."
"You Neuqua kids don't know who your captains are?" Tyler 'Dip' Graves asked, a scowl on his face.
"Hush it, Dipshit." Skittery put in, using the unedited version of Dip's name. The poor kid got in a fight with Smalltalk last year. If he had picked an opponent that didn't talk as much, he might have been able to escape Speech camp without that nickname.
"NANTS INGONYAMA BAGITHI BABA!"
Skittery rolled his eyes and looked to the door. "Rafiki's back for another year." He sighed. Brett Harper- or Rafiki to the returning campers- had seen the Lion King on Broadway in Chicago right before coming to camp, which had him singing that one fateful line that got him named after a baboon.
"Heya kids." He grinned, coming up to sit with them. "Miss me much?"
"We always miss you." Lisa Rivers- a new camper, though a teammate of Rafiki's- sighed. "At least, we would if you were gone long enough."
Rafiki laughed, tossing his head back. "Ah, come on, you all know you love me-" he trailed off when he caught sight of Judy. "Hey, Judy! C'mere!"
Judy trotted over, clutching her notebooks with shaking hands. "You kids alright?"
Broadway smiled calmly. "Yeah, we're fine, Judy. Never better."
"You alright, Judy?" Dip asked, looking at her hands.
Judy nodded, forcing a smile on her face. "Of course. Never better." She turned to leave, then turned back quickly. "And kids, be sure to go back through the tunnels. You got ten minutes before we leave."
Judy walked off, and as soon as she was a good distance away, Lisa whacked her teammate upside the head.
"Ow." He complained, pouting. "What was that for?"
"You don't ask her if she's alright! She's freaked out and acting like she isn't! Is it that hard to see?" "I didn't see it." Dip put in.
Lisa turned away from them. "Guys are such idiots." She said, disgusted.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ Karone 'Sniffles' Hunter lay on one of four couches in the lobby, blocking out the chattering Speechies who were gathered around her in a last ditch attempt to gets some sleep. A cell phone rang, and she opened an eye to look around.
Paul handed his cell phone to Judy, and after she took it, he stepped behind her. "Hello, Judy, it's the storm," He cackled in a horror-movie voice. "I'm not stopping for you.or for anyone."
There was scattered laughter as Judy glared at him, and turned back to her own phone. Sniffles surveyed the weather outside the large windows- green sky, hail and winds bending the young trees over. She sighed and rolled over to go back to sleep.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
"This sucks." Smalltalk grumbled, crossing her arms huffily.
Hatter rolled his eyes. "You shouldn't have agreed to be the captain for Prose if you didn't want to do it."
"I want to do Prose! Just not at camp."
"This isn't for fun anymore, Smalltalk." Michael 'Spot' Conlon said from his seat on the couch across from Smalltalk. "This is training."
"According to Shy, the school's pissed we've been 4th in state for the past several years." Broadway put in. "They want a trophy."
"We have a 66 million dollar school!" Jackal complained. "They just gotta take some money from the sports and give it to us. Maybe then we'd do better! Or, if they want a trophy that bad, they can just BUY one!"
"Some 66 million dollar school." Tabloid grumbled. "You guys ever had to wash your hands in a toilet cause you can't get those damned sinks to work?"
"You might have to at NVHS." Mob added, laughing at the expressions on the kids from other schools.
"Please tell me you haven't really washed your hands in a toilet, Tab." Itey said, eyebrows raised.
Tabloid just shrugged. "Hey, we took samples of bacteria from all around the school in Freshman Bio class. The toilets were the cleanest things."
"That's disgusting." Nathan 'Trib' Tribble, a Reed Custer student said, making a face.
"You think that's disgusting, you should see what was growing in the nutrient agar that had the sample from the vending machines." Tabloid, Pie Eater, Shad, and Swinger all shuddered with the memory- they had been in the same class that year.
"Neuqua's a fun school, ain't it?"
"Hey." Smalltalk growled, leveling a finger at Nathan. "We may not have enough parking spaces, we may not have enough classrooms, but we have an absolutely world class gazebo."
'Quit complaining, kids." Broadway said, walking by. "Our school's the best we've been to." They ignored her.
"Did you hear about the Freshman Center?" Mani said. "They've finally realized that there's too many of us. Crone's now the freshman center." She said, naming the Middle School that was just off the high school grounds.
"What about the middle schoolers?" Snitch asked.
"They're going to 'Crone II'." Mani laughed. "The school system need to get creative."
"Talking about creative, they've come up with new ways to torture the Drama and Speech students. Did you hear that since they built a Freshman Center, the Children's Theater's going to be there and only open to Freshmen?" Dare added bitterly.
"You're shitting me!" Smalltalk exclaimed.
"Connors! Language!" Dipal, the only real strict counselor barked from across the room.
"Sorry." Smalltalk muttered, turning back. "Really?!"
Dare nodded.
"Crap, that annoys the flying bejezzus outta me." Smalltalk scowled. "Y'know, if they had done that last year, I wouldn't have been stuck as the Five of Spades."
"You were one of three Freshmen! Quit complaining, Smalls." Jackal rolled her eyes.
"Eight people stepped on me." Smalltalk moped. "You shoulda been there during practices. Tileston's evil! She'd always be 'Alright, let's start at the Queen of Heart's entrance' and I'd have to fall flat on my face and they'd step on me. 'Cept Monahan. He STOMPED on me."
The others ignored her.
"We're' doing Dracula." Dare said, tuning the conversation away. "And for the musical we're doing West Side Story."
Smalltalk whooped. "West Side Story!"
"How did I get the nickname 'Shaddup' when she's just as bad?" Shad asked, rolling his eyes as Smalltalk stuck her tongue out at him.
"You're older. You were here first."
"Ha! That's what you get for being born so early!" Smalltalk crowed.
"Alright." Raven muttered. "No more Lucky Charms for Smalltalk in the morning."
"But I like the marshmallows." Smalltalk protested.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Fifteen minutes later, they were still sitting in the lobby all silent and all bored to tears.
Judy snapped her cell phone shut. "Alright, kids. We've got a bus on it's way."
"Yay." Elektra muttered dryly.
"Quiet, kid." Broadway snapped.
Five minutes later, a NIU bus pulled up. "We're splitting up, and since we're so late, we're going straight to the classrooms and missing the morning meeting. Anyone with anything for Speech Scoops, please give them to me as you get on the bus. And, fyi, when you get to your classrooms, we're going to get our material. We've got books, script and things for you to use in the rooms. Get going on the bus, kids! Wait. hey!" she yelled running outside as a group of Cheerleaders climbed on the bus. The doors shut before she got there, though, and she turned around, furious.
"Uh-oh." Swan muttered, and he ducked behind Yeager. "Hide me."
Judy stormed in, flipped her cell phone open and called the bus again. After talking for a while, she shut the phone.
'That was ours." Angry complaints came from the campers. Judy raised a hand to quiet them. "But they had sent one out for the cheerleaders, so it'll just be a minute or so."
The bus did show up, and people climbed in- some campers standing in the aisle because of lack of space. The bus took off down the road, and the campers checked to make sure they had everything they'd need for finding and 'cutting' a piece.
HI, DI, DDA, HDA:
"Alright, kids." Swan said, passing out a thick packet labeled 'Oral Interpretation of Prose, Poetry, Drama'. "Read this, then you can look for a piece."
"Swwwaaaannn. This is 15 pages long!"
Swan shrugged, grinning. "That's why you have such long practices. Chop chop, little kids, get to work."
Prose, Verse, Dec:
"So apparently my Aunt's dog's rabid and now my cousins, mom, dad and grandpa have to go get vaccinated." Smalltalk finished, looking around the room.
"Skittery." Adam 'Specs' Miller said dryly. "Don't you ever ask Smalltalk what's up again."
"It was a greeting! I had no idea that it'd go into a complete account on her ENTIRE SUMMER VACATION!"
"It wasn't a complete account, Skitts!" Smalltalk protested. "It was the edited version. Anyway, it's only been half a summer vacation so far, dude."
"If only you'd have edited more out." Elektra commented. "I really didn't need to know some of that."
Omelet grabbed Smalltalk's wrist before the other girl chucked a stapler at Elektra's head.
"So, anyone else got any psycho animal stories?" Matt, also known as 'Big Matt' to the campers because of his recent acquire of muscles, asked.
"I have an anorexic cat" Birdie commented, leaning back in her chair and flipping through a book of poetry.
"Anorexic?" Mush asked the same time Skam exclaimed, "I KNOW! It's because all those cats on TV are so thin!"
SOS, OC:
"It smells pretty in here." Omar commented after unlocking the classroom door.
"That smell was already here." Paul, his fellow counselor and friend for over ten years, said. "Quit hitting on me, Omar!"
"Kids!" Judy popped her head in. 'Here's the first edition of Speech Scoops." She said, handing Swifty a pile camp newsletters.
"Hey, guys, look at this!" Swifty said, pointing to the newsletter. The campers and counselors all grabbed a copy and read:
Top Ten Reasons Why I Hate Weather by James P. Yeager
10.) Al Roker: nuff said.
9.) Despite valiant efforts, I can't convince others that water on my pants is really rain.
8.) Head + Winds naturally shape Vanilla Ice hairdos.
7.) There's more radical changed than in a DI.
6.) If you rearrange the lteters you get 'Where at?".Spooky.
5.) Hitler liked weather.
4.) When it comes down to it, every cloud looks like a cottonball.
3.) I'm allergic to rain.
2.) Every war movie had a battle scene in the rain, and it shows dead people- you do the math.
1.) Cause Judy says so.and if you don't like it.start your own camp.
Tabloid blinked. "Man, Yeager's got a.strange sense of humor."
"You're lucky." Solomon commented. "You only have to deal with that 5 days out of a year. Us, we're stuck with him forever."
Jill 'Kitty' Waters laughed. 'That's your fault. Not ours."
Solomon pouted. "I know.hey, any of you think you could sneak me out in your suitcase."
Mob shrugged "You might want to ask one of the Prose or DDA girls. They have suitcase large enough to fit a body in."
The group stared at him, and he shrugged again. "Not that I noticed or anything."
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
The Speechies slowly trudged out of the building, heading back to the North tower.
"I've read.so many.stinkin' scripts.and I haven't found jack." Pie Eater complained and he jumped over the stairs, too lazy just to walk down them.
Snitch walked around the stairs and down the grass. "That's why I'm in OO. I write my own stuff."
"Boreatory!" Swinger crowed, one of the few around whose spirit hadn't been broken by three hours pouring over pieces.
"I hate Oratory." David complained, following Snitch down the stairs.
"You're in Impromptu! You got to choose what to do!" 'Kat' Gilmartin, a fellow member of Neuqua's Impromptu group, pointed out.
David just shrugged.
A group of Prose/Verse/Dec kids came running out of the building.
"Pie!"
"What?" Pie called back to Smalltalk, everyone around recognizing that voice because they heard it only every waking moment.
"No! Not Pie, pie!"
"Kid, you're making no sense." Snoddy said. "Calm down and speak in full sentences. Just.not too many of them."
"They're serving French Silk Pie for lunch." Smalltalk rolled her eyes, then brightened. "And banana pudding!"
"Where's you hear that?" Pie Eater asked, grinning.
"Matt's one of my counselors." Smalltalk explained. "If there's any promise of food in the near future, Matt knows all."
"Well, what are you guys waiting for?" Pie exclaimed. "Let's go!" And with that he took off towards the North Tower.
"Jones! Slow down!" Dipal yelled.
Pie Eater stopped. 'But it's piiiiieee."
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
"That's a waste of perfectly good pie." Pie Eater muttered twenty minutes later as they all sat around a table, watching a not-so-uncommon fight between Raven and Jack- who was now covered in said pie.
"Kick him!" Smalltalk yelled as Raven threw a cup at her boyfriend. "Punch him! Smack him!"
"Shut UP, Smalltalk!" They both yelled in unison, then turned back to each other.
Smalltalk sat back, deflated. "Fine. You don't have to get all pissy."
Pie Eater, wrapped an arm around her, and then his eyes grew huge as they focused on something behind Jack.
"Hey. Guys. Look." They all turned to see a red-faced Judy storm across the lunch room towards Jack and Raven.
"Crap, they're screwed." 'Swerve' Skinner muttered.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
"Stupid bastard got me in trouble." Raven complained as all the girls sat in the lobby.
"You shouldn't have fought with him." Phoenix pointed out.
"We always fight."
"Well, that's no excuse, now is it." Broadway said angrily, pissed off that one of her co-captains and team members were throwing food in the cafeteria.
Sniffles leaned on her elbows, looking down at the others from where she sat on the back of the couch. "Raven, to stop fighting with Jack, all you need to do is get inside his head."
Swinger cracked up. "Yeah. There's plenty of room there!"
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Jack stormed into Geoff's room, where there was a PS2 set up, and where Tabloid and Skittery were busy playing Twisted Metal with a bunch of the other guys gathered around.
"I have a plan." Jack declared.
"If I had a penny for every time you said that." Race muttered.
"You'd finally be able to afford that life you need." Jack finished.
"Plan for what?" Bumlets asked, followed by a cheer as Tabloid blew up another car. Skittery glared at him.
"That was my ear."
"Oh. Sorry."
"Will you guys listen to me?" Jack yelled.
"No. We don't want to get involved in once of you cockamamie plans, Jack."
"You sound like my grandmother, Snods." Tabloid said, his eyes still pinned to the screen.
"Fuck you!"
"No thanks. Ask Dave."
"Hey!" Skam yelled from where he sat on the unused bed. "He's mine. Find your own bitch, Snoddy!"
"Did you just call me your bitch?"
"No. It was hypothetical."
"How was THAT hypothetical?"
"SHUT UP!" Jack screamed. The room fell silent as they all turned to him.
"Don't you think that's overkill, dude?" Snitch asked.
"No. Now listen. I have a plan."
"Plan for what?" Swerve asked from where he was making out with Risk.
"For getting back at the girls."
"Why? What did they do?" Pie Eater asked.
"They were making fun of me down there."
Swifty rolled his eyes. "Jack. They ALWAYS make fun of you."
"Raven started it."
"We're not getting involved with your relationship problems, Jack." Spot said, crossing his arms.
"Come on, guys, it'll be fun!"
"Fuck that."
"All I really need for this is Tab and Snitch." Jack pressed.
"Glad to be loved, Jack."
"Shove it, Spot."
Tabloid sighed. "What are we going to do?"
Jack explained his plan to them all.
"You know that's incredibly childish, don't you?" Tabloid asked rolling his eyes. "Alright. I'm in."
A couple others agreed, but Snitch was still silent.
"Snitch? C'mon, you in?"
Snitch glared at Jack.
"Alright, he's in." Jack said as Snitch leapt to his feet, protesting. "We're doing the first part just before bowling, when the girls are downstairs. I'm out."
Snitch glared at his retreating back "You-"
But Jack had already slammed the door shut.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Fifteen minutes later, they were all gathered in a group in the lobby once more.
"C'mon, Rainman! Do it!" Mani exclaimed.
"Nooo."
"C'mon! C'mon! C'mon! Come on or I won't shut up and leave you alone!" Smalltalk yelled.
Rainman sighed, defeated, and stepped into an area where there was a little more space. "Alright." He started. "At my school, everyone makes fun of me 'cause I can't dance. So I created my own dance. Ladies and gentlemen- and Tabloid- I give you 'The White Boy'."
The group cheered, laughing, and Rainman started to bust out a series of absolutely horrible dance moves, finishing soon afterwards with a futile attempt to spin on the carpeted floor. He stood up and bowed as everyone cheered.
"Alright, alright, kids." Judy clapped her hands loudly to get everyone's attention. "We're going! It's time for lectures!"
"What's today's lecture, Jude?" Hatter asked.
"Non-verbal communication."
"Fun." Tabloid muttered. "Sounds like nap time to me."
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
"The second practice is the worst." Blank said, coming out from said practice.
"Nah." Mayfly shook her head. "The third one's the worst."
"It's not that bad, guys." Broadway pointed out, walking alongside her HDA partner.
"We've got the best HDA." Skittery said, punching his partner Snitch lightly in the arm. "The fucking best."
"What is it?"
"We're not telling. 'Tis a secret."
"Loser." Mayfly accused before leaning over and biting Skittery on the arm.
Geoff stared at her, wide-eyed. 'Dude. She just bit you."
Skittery sighed. "I know. She has a habit of doing that."
"Can I bite you?"
"What?!"
"I'm gonna bite you, too."
Skittery dodged out of his way. "Dude. Stay away from me."
Geoff came at him again and he ran a couple step ahead. "What the hell's wrong with you?!"
"He's an OC kid." Broadway explained. "Please let me bite you?" Geoff begged.
"No!"
"Please?"
"GET AWAY FROM ME!" Skittery yelled as Mayfly laughed hysterically.
"C'mon, man, you know you want it."
"SCREW YOU!"
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
"What are we doing, Jack?" Spot asked as they rode the elevator up for the fifth time.
"We're waiting for the elevator to open on the fourth floor."
"Why?"
"So that we can GET on the girls floor!"
"Why don't we just ask a girl to bring us there?"
"Because, Snoddy, then they'd know we were there."
"Won't they realize we were there once they find their stuff missing?" Snitch asked, then added. "Duh."
"Shaddup, Snitch."
The elevator went to the bottom again, and this time Stephanie, a new Speechie , and Rainman got on.
"Hey." Jack said, pretending like they weren't up to anything.
"What are you doing?" Stephanie asked. Tabloid burst into laughter.
"Real nice, Tab." Jack said, glaring at him.
"You're pathetic, Jack." Tabloid whooped, then straightened up. "Hey, Steph, you think you could let us off at the fourth floor?"
"Why?" she asked warily.
Tabloid shrugged. "Jack feels bad for being such a bitch to Raven. He wants to apologize to her, but she won't talk to him. He figures that if he corners her in her room, he might have a chance."
"Why are the rest of you here?"
"Moral support." Tabloid said simply.
"Alright. I will." Stephanie said, still unconvinced but turning her key to bring them to the fourth floor.
The guys got out, thanked Stephanie, and took off down the hallway, looking for Raven and Jackal's rooms.
"Which one is it?" Jack asked, walking up and down the hallway.
"Maybe the one that says 'Michelle' on it?" Snitch pointed out gloomily.
Jack laughed, embarrassed. "Oh. Right."
The slowly opened the door, and were relieved to see that no one was inside. "Go on!" Jack said, shoving Snitch into the room. The other boy glared at him, grabbed several small objects (a necklace, a watch and a five dollar bill) off the desk.
"Happy?" Snitch grumbled as he walked out of the room.
"Very." Jack replied. "Now for Smalltalk and Omelet."
"What did they do?" Pie exclaimed.
"They made fun of me, Pie Eater!"
"You need to grow up, Kelly." He grumbled, and walked off. Snitch went to follow him, but Jack held him back.
"No."
They repeated the process in Smalltalk's room and in Swingers room, then ran to the elevator and went to their floor, then into the bathroom.
Jack pushed the handicap stall open, and he, Tabloid, Spot, Skittery, Snitch and Snoddy squeezed in.
Jack tossed a ring onto the toilet and flushed. "Ring go down the hooooole." He laughed.
The others stared at him.
"You know.Tiny Toon Adventures? Plucky Duck? Paper go down the hooooole.NEVERMIND!" He tossed in the money and some of Omelet's makeup, and flushed again.
"I feel five." Tabloid commented as he watched the objects go down the toilet.
"Hurry up, Jack! You're taking too long!" Spot yelled at him.
"Fine! Fine! Give me everything!" Jack said, snatching the rest of their bounty from the other boys' hands and tossed it in the toilet, then flushed.
The water stared to swirl then- it stopped.
The water level rose.
"Jack. Jack, it's clogged." Skitter started, backing up to the door.
Jack swore and flushed it again. The water level rose higher.
"What are you doing?!" Snoddy exclaimed. "That doesn't help!"
The water began to overflow, and the guys all leapt backwards.
"Er." Jack said, staring at the steadily growing pool of water on the floor. "Um. Let's go."
They took off out the door, and down the stairs to meet everyone for bowling.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Smalltalk cheered as the bowling ball knocked down a pin. "Yes! Doubled my score!"
"And that's pathetic 'cause this is the eighth frame."
"You're bringing me down, Raven!" Smalltalk called as she continued to dance in the aisle.
Jack's group, on the other hand, wasn't having much fun.
"We're dead, Jack. And I'm blaming you." Tabloid informed him as they all sat in a corner, away from all the others.
"It's not my fault! You all agreed- oh, hey Swan."
Swan smiled at all of them. 'What are you guys doing over here? Come join the fun." He pointed to where Pie Eater, Mayfly, Swinger, Shad and Risk had joined Smalltalk in her interpretive dance near the bowling aisle.
"Snitch is homesick. We were just helping him feel better." Tabloid said, patting Snitch on the back. Snitch glared at them all.
"Snitch, it's alright to be homesick. Just focus on how much fun you're having-" Snitch snorted as Swan continued. "Come on, Snitch. You'll forget about being homesick." And with that Swan grabbed Snitch by the wrist and led him over to the others.
The boys looked at each other, and burst out laughing.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
"Alright, I'm the narrator." Pie Eater said as a large group walked down the hallway on the boys' floor. "And there' no ageing with me this time." He said, glaring at Swinger and Jackal.
"SWAN!" Rainman yelled as he backed up out of the bathroom, spilling water out after him. "The bathroom's flooded!"
All the boys' counselors- Swan, Solomon, Bill, Yeager, Dave, Jason, Omar and Paul- came running.
Swan swore, "Omar, go call the custodial staff." Omar ran to obey.
Jack, Tabloid, Spot, Skittery and Snitch exchanged looks, and slowly began to back up.
Mush walked up behind Swan, and stopped. "Crap, what happened here? It's like Noah's ark! Er, 'cept without the ark."
"Quiet, Mush!" Swan snapped. Omar retuned, and soon the custodial staff all came up, weaving through the chattering crowd that had formed quickly.
Five minutes later, they came out carrying all the stuff the guys had flushed.
"That's my necklace!" Raven cried, eyes wide. She gritted her teeth and turned to Jack, and every head followed hers.
They boys stopped backing up, and turned red.
"Er. Hi." Tabloid waved, smiling guiltily.
Swan plowed through the crowd, his anger making him seem a lot taller than the 5 foot 10 he really was. The boys, all except for Spot , were nearly three inches taller than him at the least, but they still cowered away.
"That. Is. It." Swan glared at each one of them in turn. "I'm taking you to see Judy.'
"That's my grandmother's ring!" Smalltalk's voice rang out. Swan looked at her, then turned back to the boys. "You're in deep shit, kids."
----------- Hahaha. They boys are in trouble.*winces* Eighteen pages. Oh, boy. Raven gave me the idea for the toilet thing, yay Ravy! God, I gotta fit FOUR days into the next chapter. And I'm determined to do it. *insert determined look here* No shout outs this chapter, next chapter maybe.
Woo! *dances around* And you guys can still send in your characters! I need another team captain, a captain for HDA, Oratory, Radio, SOS, Verse and Dec, and still need some regular members. Send in as many characters as you want! Once I fill everything out, I'll give the people that sent in characters a sheet with all the stuff written out.
Augh, I gotta go to work in half an hour Oh, well! All the nachos you can eat! *dances some more* And hot dogs. And soda. And popcorn. And a BUNCH of other stuff.
OH! I watched Hook last night, and that guy who plays Rufio's hot. I thought that since I was four and it came out *grins* But I can't help but think how cute he's be with Swifty/Kevin Stea. Anyone agree?
-Tabloid
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Tabloid quickly dialed a number, and grinned as someone answered sleepily. "Hello, this is Isaac "Tabloid" Guarrani with your fun 5:30 AM wake up call and to invite you all to join us for an early breakfast at-"
"EARLY?! BURN IN HELL, TABLOID!!" He held the phone away from his ear, and exchanged a look with Racetrack, who was awake and laughing on his bed.
He shrugged as he hung up his phone. "I think she likes me. Who's next?"
"Mayfly and Vintage." Racetrack said, reading off the paper with all the roommates on it.
"Hello, this is Isaac "Tabloid" Guarrani with your fun 5:32 AM wake up call and to invite you all to join us-"
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
An hour and a half later, Tabloid, Racetrack, Mob and Shad walked up to a table where a bunch of girls sat, eyes half open and propping their heads up with their arms.
"What's the matter, girls? Tired?" Race asked sadly.
His girlfriend Dare turned to glare at him. "I like my sleep."
He nodded. "Uh-huh."
"We don't like it when it's taken away from us." Smalltalk growled into her Lucky Charms. She wasn't a morning person to begin with. "I was going to wake up at seven." She moaned.
They were interrupted as Cassandra "Elektra" Graham stormed up to them. "You." She growled, sticking her finger in Tabloid's face. "I'm gonna get you back, and I'm gonna make you cry."
Her attention swerved to Mob, and she pasted a flirty smile on her face. "Oh. Hi, Mob." She cooed.
"Stupid freshman." Tabloid rolled his eyes. "Well, I'm out. See y'all later." He walked off with Mob, who was happy to get away from Elektra, and she stared them both down.
"Does, like, anyone say 'I'm out' anymore?" the freshman sniffed, throwing her bouncy brown hair over her shoulders, her blue eyes aflame.
"Well, Tab just did, so obviously the answers 'yes'." Raven said, staring the other girl down.
Elektra just stuck her nose in the air and stalked away.
"Yeah, that's right little girl. Go listen to Britney Spears like a nice, preppy kid." Jackal growled.
"AH! You said it!" Mani said, clutching at her heart. She proceeded to keel over and pretend to drop dead off her chair.
"I'd react the same way." Smalltalk droned, leveling her hazel eyes at Jackal. "I'm just too damned tired."
"Hey, kids?" They all looked up as Stephanie- one of the Prose/Verse counselors came over to the table. "When you're done eating, you need to go through the tunnels back to North. The tornado sirens are going off."
The group shrugged. "Okay." Stephanie nodded, then went to another table full of Speechies.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
"How much would you give me?" Brian 'Lance' Raymond asked his DeKalb teammate Chelsea Thompson.
"A bag of M&Ms and five Swedish fish."
Brian grinned and held out his hand, and Chelsea shook to seal the deal. Then Brian walked over to a table full of wrestlers to show how he earned his nickname. He slid into a seat next to a rather large camper.
"Hello." He said in a sexy voice, holding out his hand. "I'm Brian, but my boyfriends like to call me Lance." The wrestler paled.
"I was sitting over with my friends," he continued, scooting closer on the bench. "And I couldn't help but notice how.manly you looked."
A squeal of mirth came from 'Birdie' Freeman, and the wrestler turned to glare at Brian. "Why you little."
"Er, gotta go!" Brian exclaimed, kissing the wrestler on the cheek and taking off, racing out of the lunch room and down the hall.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Kate Whiting walked up and sat down beside Broadway. "Hey, I hear you're a Team Captain, too."
"You're the third?" Broadway asked, smiling. "Good, then all we need to do is find one more."
"You Neuqua kids don't know who your captains are?" Tyler 'Dip' Graves asked, a scowl on his face.
"Hush it, Dipshit." Skittery put in, using the unedited version of Dip's name. The poor kid got in a fight with Smalltalk last year. If he had picked an opponent that didn't talk as much, he might have been able to escape Speech camp without that nickname.
"NANTS INGONYAMA BAGITHI BABA!"
Skittery rolled his eyes and looked to the door. "Rafiki's back for another year." He sighed. Brett Harper- or Rafiki to the returning campers- had seen the Lion King on Broadway in Chicago right before coming to camp, which had him singing that one fateful line that got him named after a baboon.
"Heya kids." He grinned, coming up to sit with them. "Miss me much?"
"We always miss you." Lisa Rivers- a new camper, though a teammate of Rafiki's- sighed. "At least, we would if you were gone long enough."
Rafiki laughed, tossing his head back. "Ah, come on, you all know you love me-" he trailed off when he caught sight of Judy. "Hey, Judy! C'mere!"
Judy trotted over, clutching her notebooks with shaking hands. "You kids alright?"
Broadway smiled calmly. "Yeah, we're fine, Judy. Never better."
"You alright, Judy?" Dip asked, looking at her hands.
Judy nodded, forcing a smile on her face. "Of course. Never better." She turned to leave, then turned back quickly. "And kids, be sure to go back through the tunnels. You got ten minutes before we leave."
Judy walked off, and as soon as she was a good distance away, Lisa whacked her teammate upside the head.
"Ow." He complained, pouting. "What was that for?"
"You don't ask her if she's alright! She's freaked out and acting like she isn't! Is it that hard to see?" "I didn't see it." Dip put in.
Lisa turned away from them. "Guys are such idiots." She said, disgusted.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ Karone 'Sniffles' Hunter lay on one of four couches in the lobby, blocking out the chattering Speechies who were gathered around her in a last ditch attempt to gets some sleep. A cell phone rang, and she opened an eye to look around.
Paul handed his cell phone to Judy, and after she took it, he stepped behind her. "Hello, Judy, it's the storm," He cackled in a horror-movie voice. "I'm not stopping for you.or for anyone."
There was scattered laughter as Judy glared at him, and turned back to her own phone. Sniffles surveyed the weather outside the large windows- green sky, hail and winds bending the young trees over. She sighed and rolled over to go back to sleep.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
"This sucks." Smalltalk grumbled, crossing her arms huffily.
Hatter rolled his eyes. "You shouldn't have agreed to be the captain for Prose if you didn't want to do it."
"I want to do Prose! Just not at camp."
"This isn't for fun anymore, Smalltalk." Michael 'Spot' Conlon said from his seat on the couch across from Smalltalk. "This is training."
"According to Shy, the school's pissed we've been 4th in state for the past several years." Broadway put in. "They want a trophy."
"We have a 66 million dollar school!" Jackal complained. "They just gotta take some money from the sports and give it to us. Maybe then we'd do better! Or, if they want a trophy that bad, they can just BUY one!"
"Some 66 million dollar school." Tabloid grumbled. "You guys ever had to wash your hands in a toilet cause you can't get those damned sinks to work?"
"You might have to at NVHS." Mob added, laughing at the expressions on the kids from other schools.
"Please tell me you haven't really washed your hands in a toilet, Tab." Itey said, eyebrows raised.
Tabloid just shrugged. "Hey, we took samples of bacteria from all around the school in Freshman Bio class. The toilets were the cleanest things."
"That's disgusting." Nathan 'Trib' Tribble, a Reed Custer student said, making a face.
"You think that's disgusting, you should see what was growing in the nutrient agar that had the sample from the vending machines." Tabloid, Pie Eater, Shad, and Swinger all shuddered with the memory- they had been in the same class that year.
"Neuqua's a fun school, ain't it?"
"Hey." Smalltalk growled, leveling a finger at Nathan. "We may not have enough parking spaces, we may not have enough classrooms, but we have an absolutely world class gazebo."
'Quit complaining, kids." Broadway said, walking by. "Our school's the best we've been to." They ignored her.
"Did you hear about the Freshman Center?" Mani said. "They've finally realized that there's too many of us. Crone's now the freshman center." She said, naming the Middle School that was just off the high school grounds.
"What about the middle schoolers?" Snitch asked.
"They're going to 'Crone II'." Mani laughed. "The school system need to get creative."
"Talking about creative, they've come up with new ways to torture the Drama and Speech students. Did you hear that since they built a Freshman Center, the Children's Theater's going to be there and only open to Freshmen?" Dare added bitterly.
"You're shitting me!" Smalltalk exclaimed.
"Connors! Language!" Dipal, the only real strict counselor barked from across the room.
"Sorry." Smalltalk muttered, turning back. "Really?!"
Dare nodded.
"Crap, that annoys the flying bejezzus outta me." Smalltalk scowled. "Y'know, if they had done that last year, I wouldn't have been stuck as the Five of Spades."
"You were one of three Freshmen! Quit complaining, Smalls." Jackal rolled her eyes.
"Eight people stepped on me." Smalltalk moped. "You shoulda been there during practices. Tileston's evil! She'd always be 'Alright, let's start at the Queen of Heart's entrance' and I'd have to fall flat on my face and they'd step on me. 'Cept Monahan. He STOMPED on me."
The others ignored her.
"We're' doing Dracula." Dare said, tuning the conversation away. "And for the musical we're doing West Side Story."
Smalltalk whooped. "West Side Story!"
"How did I get the nickname 'Shaddup' when she's just as bad?" Shad asked, rolling his eyes as Smalltalk stuck her tongue out at him.
"You're older. You were here first."
"Ha! That's what you get for being born so early!" Smalltalk crowed.
"Alright." Raven muttered. "No more Lucky Charms for Smalltalk in the morning."
"But I like the marshmallows." Smalltalk protested.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Fifteen minutes later, they were still sitting in the lobby all silent and all bored to tears.
Judy snapped her cell phone shut. "Alright, kids. We've got a bus on it's way."
"Yay." Elektra muttered dryly.
"Quiet, kid." Broadway snapped.
Five minutes later, a NIU bus pulled up. "We're splitting up, and since we're so late, we're going straight to the classrooms and missing the morning meeting. Anyone with anything for Speech Scoops, please give them to me as you get on the bus. And, fyi, when you get to your classrooms, we're going to get our material. We've got books, script and things for you to use in the rooms. Get going on the bus, kids! Wait. hey!" she yelled running outside as a group of Cheerleaders climbed on the bus. The doors shut before she got there, though, and she turned around, furious.
"Uh-oh." Swan muttered, and he ducked behind Yeager. "Hide me."
Judy stormed in, flipped her cell phone open and called the bus again. After talking for a while, she shut the phone.
'That was ours." Angry complaints came from the campers. Judy raised a hand to quiet them. "But they had sent one out for the cheerleaders, so it'll just be a minute or so."
The bus did show up, and people climbed in- some campers standing in the aisle because of lack of space. The bus took off down the road, and the campers checked to make sure they had everything they'd need for finding and 'cutting' a piece.
HI, DI, DDA, HDA:
"Alright, kids." Swan said, passing out a thick packet labeled 'Oral Interpretation of Prose, Poetry, Drama'. "Read this, then you can look for a piece."
"Swwwaaaannn. This is 15 pages long!"
Swan shrugged, grinning. "That's why you have such long practices. Chop chop, little kids, get to work."
Prose, Verse, Dec:
"So apparently my Aunt's dog's rabid and now my cousins, mom, dad and grandpa have to go get vaccinated." Smalltalk finished, looking around the room.
"Skittery." Adam 'Specs' Miller said dryly. "Don't you ever ask Smalltalk what's up again."
"It was a greeting! I had no idea that it'd go into a complete account on her ENTIRE SUMMER VACATION!"
"It wasn't a complete account, Skitts!" Smalltalk protested. "It was the edited version. Anyway, it's only been half a summer vacation so far, dude."
"If only you'd have edited more out." Elektra commented. "I really didn't need to know some of that."
Omelet grabbed Smalltalk's wrist before the other girl chucked a stapler at Elektra's head.
"So, anyone else got any psycho animal stories?" Matt, also known as 'Big Matt' to the campers because of his recent acquire of muscles, asked.
"I have an anorexic cat" Birdie commented, leaning back in her chair and flipping through a book of poetry.
"Anorexic?" Mush asked the same time Skam exclaimed, "I KNOW! It's because all those cats on TV are so thin!"
SOS, OC:
"It smells pretty in here." Omar commented after unlocking the classroom door.
"That smell was already here." Paul, his fellow counselor and friend for over ten years, said. "Quit hitting on me, Omar!"
"Kids!" Judy popped her head in. 'Here's the first edition of Speech Scoops." She said, handing Swifty a pile camp newsletters.
"Hey, guys, look at this!" Swifty said, pointing to the newsletter. The campers and counselors all grabbed a copy and read:
Top Ten Reasons Why I Hate Weather by James P. Yeager
10.) Al Roker: nuff said.
9.) Despite valiant efforts, I can't convince others that water on my pants is really rain.
8.) Head + Winds naturally shape Vanilla Ice hairdos.
7.) There's more radical changed than in a DI.
6.) If you rearrange the lteters you get 'Where at?".Spooky.
5.) Hitler liked weather.
4.) When it comes down to it, every cloud looks like a cottonball.
3.) I'm allergic to rain.
2.) Every war movie had a battle scene in the rain, and it shows dead people- you do the math.
1.) Cause Judy says so.and if you don't like it.start your own camp.
Tabloid blinked. "Man, Yeager's got a.strange sense of humor."
"You're lucky." Solomon commented. "You only have to deal with that 5 days out of a year. Us, we're stuck with him forever."
Jill 'Kitty' Waters laughed. 'That's your fault. Not ours."
Solomon pouted. "I know.hey, any of you think you could sneak me out in your suitcase."
Mob shrugged "You might want to ask one of the Prose or DDA girls. They have suitcase large enough to fit a body in."
The group stared at him, and he shrugged again. "Not that I noticed or anything."
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
The Speechies slowly trudged out of the building, heading back to the North tower.
"I've read.so many.stinkin' scripts.and I haven't found jack." Pie Eater complained and he jumped over the stairs, too lazy just to walk down them.
Snitch walked around the stairs and down the grass. "That's why I'm in OO. I write my own stuff."
"Boreatory!" Swinger crowed, one of the few around whose spirit hadn't been broken by three hours pouring over pieces.
"I hate Oratory." David complained, following Snitch down the stairs.
"You're in Impromptu! You got to choose what to do!" 'Kat' Gilmartin, a fellow member of Neuqua's Impromptu group, pointed out.
David just shrugged.
A group of Prose/Verse/Dec kids came running out of the building.
"Pie!"
"What?" Pie called back to Smalltalk, everyone around recognizing that voice because they heard it only every waking moment.
"No! Not Pie, pie!"
"Kid, you're making no sense." Snoddy said. "Calm down and speak in full sentences. Just.not too many of them."
"They're serving French Silk Pie for lunch." Smalltalk rolled her eyes, then brightened. "And banana pudding!"
"Where's you hear that?" Pie Eater asked, grinning.
"Matt's one of my counselors." Smalltalk explained. "If there's any promise of food in the near future, Matt knows all."
"Well, what are you guys waiting for?" Pie exclaimed. "Let's go!" And with that he took off towards the North Tower.
"Jones! Slow down!" Dipal yelled.
Pie Eater stopped. 'But it's piiiiieee."
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
"That's a waste of perfectly good pie." Pie Eater muttered twenty minutes later as they all sat around a table, watching a not-so-uncommon fight between Raven and Jack- who was now covered in said pie.
"Kick him!" Smalltalk yelled as Raven threw a cup at her boyfriend. "Punch him! Smack him!"
"Shut UP, Smalltalk!" They both yelled in unison, then turned back to each other.
Smalltalk sat back, deflated. "Fine. You don't have to get all pissy."
Pie Eater, wrapped an arm around her, and then his eyes grew huge as they focused on something behind Jack.
"Hey. Guys. Look." They all turned to see a red-faced Judy storm across the lunch room towards Jack and Raven.
"Crap, they're screwed." 'Swerve' Skinner muttered.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
"Stupid bastard got me in trouble." Raven complained as all the girls sat in the lobby.
"You shouldn't have fought with him." Phoenix pointed out.
"We always fight."
"Well, that's no excuse, now is it." Broadway said angrily, pissed off that one of her co-captains and team members were throwing food in the cafeteria.
Sniffles leaned on her elbows, looking down at the others from where she sat on the back of the couch. "Raven, to stop fighting with Jack, all you need to do is get inside his head."
Swinger cracked up. "Yeah. There's plenty of room there!"
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Jack stormed into Geoff's room, where there was a PS2 set up, and where Tabloid and Skittery were busy playing Twisted Metal with a bunch of the other guys gathered around.
"I have a plan." Jack declared.
"If I had a penny for every time you said that." Race muttered.
"You'd finally be able to afford that life you need." Jack finished.
"Plan for what?" Bumlets asked, followed by a cheer as Tabloid blew up another car. Skittery glared at him.
"That was my ear."
"Oh. Sorry."
"Will you guys listen to me?" Jack yelled.
"No. We don't want to get involved in once of you cockamamie plans, Jack."
"You sound like my grandmother, Snods." Tabloid said, his eyes still pinned to the screen.
"Fuck you!"
"No thanks. Ask Dave."
"Hey!" Skam yelled from where he sat on the unused bed. "He's mine. Find your own bitch, Snoddy!"
"Did you just call me your bitch?"
"No. It was hypothetical."
"How was THAT hypothetical?"
"SHUT UP!" Jack screamed. The room fell silent as they all turned to him.
"Don't you think that's overkill, dude?" Snitch asked.
"No. Now listen. I have a plan."
"Plan for what?" Swerve asked from where he was making out with Risk.
"For getting back at the girls."
"Why? What did they do?" Pie Eater asked.
"They were making fun of me down there."
Swifty rolled his eyes. "Jack. They ALWAYS make fun of you."
"Raven started it."
"We're not getting involved with your relationship problems, Jack." Spot said, crossing his arms.
"Come on, guys, it'll be fun!"
"Fuck that."
"All I really need for this is Tab and Snitch." Jack pressed.
"Glad to be loved, Jack."
"Shove it, Spot."
Tabloid sighed. "What are we going to do?"
Jack explained his plan to them all.
"You know that's incredibly childish, don't you?" Tabloid asked rolling his eyes. "Alright. I'm in."
A couple others agreed, but Snitch was still silent.
"Snitch? C'mon, you in?"
Snitch glared at Jack.
"Alright, he's in." Jack said as Snitch leapt to his feet, protesting. "We're doing the first part just before bowling, when the girls are downstairs. I'm out."
Snitch glared at his retreating back "You-"
But Jack had already slammed the door shut.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Fifteen minutes later, they were all gathered in a group in the lobby once more.
"C'mon, Rainman! Do it!" Mani exclaimed.
"Nooo."
"C'mon! C'mon! C'mon! Come on or I won't shut up and leave you alone!" Smalltalk yelled.
Rainman sighed, defeated, and stepped into an area where there was a little more space. "Alright." He started. "At my school, everyone makes fun of me 'cause I can't dance. So I created my own dance. Ladies and gentlemen- and Tabloid- I give you 'The White Boy'."
The group cheered, laughing, and Rainman started to bust out a series of absolutely horrible dance moves, finishing soon afterwards with a futile attempt to spin on the carpeted floor. He stood up and bowed as everyone cheered.
"Alright, alright, kids." Judy clapped her hands loudly to get everyone's attention. "We're going! It's time for lectures!"
"What's today's lecture, Jude?" Hatter asked.
"Non-verbal communication."
"Fun." Tabloid muttered. "Sounds like nap time to me."
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
"The second practice is the worst." Blank said, coming out from said practice.
"Nah." Mayfly shook her head. "The third one's the worst."
"It's not that bad, guys." Broadway pointed out, walking alongside her HDA partner.
"We've got the best HDA." Skittery said, punching his partner Snitch lightly in the arm. "The fucking best."
"What is it?"
"We're not telling. 'Tis a secret."
"Loser." Mayfly accused before leaning over and biting Skittery on the arm.
Geoff stared at her, wide-eyed. 'Dude. She just bit you."
Skittery sighed. "I know. She has a habit of doing that."
"Can I bite you?"
"What?!"
"I'm gonna bite you, too."
Skittery dodged out of his way. "Dude. Stay away from me."
Geoff came at him again and he ran a couple step ahead. "What the hell's wrong with you?!"
"He's an OC kid." Broadway explained. "Please let me bite you?" Geoff begged.
"No!"
"Please?"
"GET AWAY FROM ME!" Skittery yelled as Mayfly laughed hysterically.
"C'mon, man, you know you want it."
"SCREW YOU!"
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
"What are we doing, Jack?" Spot asked as they rode the elevator up for the fifth time.
"We're waiting for the elevator to open on the fourth floor."
"Why?"
"So that we can GET on the girls floor!"
"Why don't we just ask a girl to bring us there?"
"Because, Snoddy, then they'd know we were there."
"Won't they realize we were there once they find their stuff missing?" Snitch asked, then added. "Duh."
"Shaddup, Snitch."
The elevator went to the bottom again, and this time Stephanie, a new Speechie , and Rainman got on.
"Hey." Jack said, pretending like they weren't up to anything.
"What are you doing?" Stephanie asked. Tabloid burst into laughter.
"Real nice, Tab." Jack said, glaring at him.
"You're pathetic, Jack." Tabloid whooped, then straightened up. "Hey, Steph, you think you could let us off at the fourth floor?"
"Why?" she asked warily.
Tabloid shrugged. "Jack feels bad for being such a bitch to Raven. He wants to apologize to her, but she won't talk to him. He figures that if he corners her in her room, he might have a chance."
"Why are the rest of you here?"
"Moral support." Tabloid said simply.
"Alright. I will." Stephanie said, still unconvinced but turning her key to bring them to the fourth floor.
The guys got out, thanked Stephanie, and took off down the hallway, looking for Raven and Jackal's rooms.
"Which one is it?" Jack asked, walking up and down the hallway.
"Maybe the one that says 'Michelle' on it?" Snitch pointed out gloomily.
Jack laughed, embarrassed. "Oh. Right."
The slowly opened the door, and were relieved to see that no one was inside. "Go on!" Jack said, shoving Snitch into the room. The other boy glared at him, grabbed several small objects (a necklace, a watch and a five dollar bill) off the desk.
"Happy?" Snitch grumbled as he walked out of the room.
"Very." Jack replied. "Now for Smalltalk and Omelet."
"What did they do?" Pie exclaimed.
"They made fun of me, Pie Eater!"
"You need to grow up, Kelly." He grumbled, and walked off. Snitch went to follow him, but Jack held him back.
"No."
They repeated the process in Smalltalk's room and in Swingers room, then ran to the elevator and went to their floor, then into the bathroom.
Jack pushed the handicap stall open, and he, Tabloid, Spot, Skittery, Snitch and Snoddy squeezed in.
Jack tossed a ring onto the toilet and flushed. "Ring go down the hooooole." He laughed.
The others stared at him.
"You know.Tiny Toon Adventures? Plucky Duck? Paper go down the hooooole.NEVERMIND!" He tossed in the money and some of Omelet's makeup, and flushed again.
"I feel five." Tabloid commented as he watched the objects go down the toilet.
"Hurry up, Jack! You're taking too long!" Spot yelled at him.
"Fine! Fine! Give me everything!" Jack said, snatching the rest of their bounty from the other boys' hands and tossed it in the toilet, then flushed.
The water stared to swirl then- it stopped.
The water level rose.
"Jack. Jack, it's clogged." Skitter started, backing up to the door.
Jack swore and flushed it again. The water level rose higher.
"What are you doing?!" Snoddy exclaimed. "That doesn't help!"
The water began to overflow, and the guys all leapt backwards.
"Er." Jack said, staring at the steadily growing pool of water on the floor. "Um. Let's go."
They took off out the door, and down the stairs to meet everyone for bowling.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Smalltalk cheered as the bowling ball knocked down a pin. "Yes! Doubled my score!"
"And that's pathetic 'cause this is the eighth frame."
"You're bringing me down, Raven!" Smalltalk called as she continued to dance in the aisle.
Jack's group, on the other hand, wasn't having much fun.
"We're dead, Jack. And I'm blaming you." Tabloid informed him as they all sat in a corner, away from all the others.
"It's not my fault! You all agreed- oh, hey Swan."
Swan smiled at all of them. 'What are you guys doing over here? Come join the fun." He pointed to where Pie Eater, Mayfly, Swinger, Shad and Risk had joined Smalltalk in her interpretive dance near the bowling aisle.
"Snitch is homesick. We were just helping him feel better." Tabloid said, patting Snitch on the back. Snitch glared at them all.
"Snitch, it's alright to be homesick. Just focus on how much fun you're having-" Snitch snorted as Swan continued. "Come on, Snitch. You'll forget about being homesick." And with that Swan grabbed Snitch by the wrist and led him over to the others.
The boys looked at each other, and burst out laughing.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
"Alright, I'm the narrator." Pie Eater said as a large group walked down the hallway on the boys' floor. "And there' no ageing with me this time." He said, glaring at Swinger and Jackal.
"SWAN!" Rainman yelled as he backed up out of the bathroom, spilling water out after him. "The bathroom's flooded!"
All the boys' counselors- Swan, Solomon, Bill, Yeager, Dave, Jason, Omar and Paul- came running.
Swan swore, "Omar, go call the custodial staff." Omar ran to obey.
Jack, Tabloid, Spot, Skittery and Snitch exchanged looks, and slowly began to back up.
Mush walked up behind Swan, and stopped. "Crap, what happened here? It's like Noah's ark! Er, 'cept without the ark."
"Quiet, Mush!" Swan snapped. Omar retuned, and soon the custodial staff all came up, weaving through the chattering crowd that had formed quickly.
Five minutes later, they came out carrying all the stuff the guys had flushed.
"That's my necklace!" Raven cried, eyes wide. She gritted her teeth and turned to Jack, and every head followed hers.
They boys stopped backing up, and turned red.
"Er. Hi." Tabloid waved, smiling guiltily.
Swan plowed through the crowd, his anger making him seem a lot taller than the 5 foot 10 he really was. The boys, all except for Spot , were nearly three inches taller than him at the least, but they still cowered away.
"That. Is. It." Swan glared at each one of them in turn. "I'm taking you to see Judy.'
"That's my grandmother's ring!" Smalltalk's voice rang out. Swan looked at her, then turned back to the boys. "You're in deep shit, kids."
----------- Hahaha. They boys are in trouble.*winces* Eighteen pages. Oh, boy. Raven gave me the idea for the toilet thing, yay Ravy! God, I gotta fit FOUR days into the next chapter. And I'm determined to do it. *insert determined look here* No shout outs this chapter, next chapter maybe.
Woo! *dances around* And you guys can still send in your characters! I need another team captain, a captain for HDA, Oratory, Radio, SOS, Verse and Dec, and still need some regular members. Send in as many characters as you want! Once I fill everything out, I'll give the people that sent in characters a sheet with all the stuff written out.
Augh, I gotta go to work in half an hour Oh, well! All the nachos you can eat! *dances some more* And hot dogs. And soda. And popcorn. And a BUNCH of other stuff.
OH! I watched Hook last night, and that guy who plays Rufio's hot. I thought that since I was four and it came out *grins* But I can't help but think how cute he's be with Swifty/Kevin Stea. Anyone agree?
-Tabloid