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Post by Daimon Darren on Aug 28, 2018 1:17:21 GMT -4
It was early in the morning at the local bus stop and Darren wasn’t yawning. He was quite unhappy about that. It was a Saturday morning, and it was 8am. He would normally be complaining quite loudly about it, but now he was used to waking up at 7am thanks to his damn job that didn’t pay shit. Instead, he grumbled at the bus stop, looking at memes and online news. Sadly, the memes were stale and uninspired this morning.
Looking at online news picked him right back up, because looking at local news meant mostly looking at news and pictures of him right now, which was definitely absolutely fucking awesome. His frowned metaphorically and realistically turned upside-down as he read the headlines to himself. Courageous UA Student Fights Villain In Tokyo Park. The New Generation Of Heroes In Japan. Blonde Kid VS Giant Shark-man In Tokyo. And so on and so on. The whole thing was very dramatized. The aim was to entice high-school students into reading them.
It worked perfectly on Darren, whether the news were about him or not. He sat there for a while, reading some of the articles. They were calling it the ‘justification for the hero school right here’. This made Darren smile. Some said that an unlicensed student shouldn’t have been here, but other sources pointed out his attire and the evidence suggesting he was there on accident. There was a testimony of a couple of parents who said their child came to them running and crying saying that the blonde kid at yelled at him to run away. They weren’t quite sure, but they thought they should express their thanks. This made Darren laugh.
He heard the sound of an engine. It sounded odd, not like the rumbling diesel of a 15-ton bus, but more like the smooth running low rumble of a luxury car. He looked up, and instead of the bus, it was indeed a black limo, its lines and design exuding distinguished elegance and a lot of snobbishness too. It slowed down and stopped in front of him. The delinquent stared at it, perplexed, dumbfounded even. His instincts were telling him that he was about to either get in trouble or get in the opposite of trouble -- he couldn’t quite find the word, despite how often he found himself in similar situations.
Monday. That was the word. It was just another monday in the life of Daimon Darren.
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Post by Oliver Robinson on Aug 30, 2018 22:11:35 GMT -4
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[break][break]These thoughts bounced around Oliver's head as he aimlessly scrolled through his phone, down his social media feed. A bunch of memes and pranks that got a chuckle out of him or two, as per usual. Then his eye locked on to something rather...abnormal. He leaned forward in the back seat of his Aston Martin Rapide (of which he couldn't drive on his own thanks to his age) and got a closer look at his phone through the Gucci shades he had on. Was that...a bipedal shark? A grin plastered itself on the young boy's face as his eyes lit up with excitement. "God, I love Japan...", he murmured to himself in his thick British accent. He watched as the low-quality video played on, showing a giant shark fight a blonde kid that, according to the post caption, was a UA student.
[break][break]Oliver removed his Gucci sunglasses and squinted, getting a closer look at the low-quality video which automatically looped back to the beginning upon it's ending. He could make out some key features. Not all of them, but enough. All of sudden, just like magic, the kid he saw appeared outside of his window at the bus stop a few feet ahead. Oliver energetically tapped the shoulder of his chauffeur upfront. "Stop the car, stop the car!", the boy exclaimed. As requested, the luxury vehicle came to a halt at the bus stop, right in front of the other blonde UA student. Oliver rolled down the window next to his seat after putting his shades on once again. He looked the boy up and down. This first look caused a little bit of excitement to leave him, made noticeable by how relaxed his face became. He didn't look all too special in person.
[break][break]Oliver turned his head back around to face the front and rolled up his window again. The faint click of the door unlocking occurred and Ollie opened the door, getting out foot first. Once his whole body was out, he reached into the pocket of his Gucci leather bomber jacket and got the lollipop he had been saving, putting it in his mouth after unwrapping it. He then put both hands back into the jacket pockets and rested them there. The rest of his outfit was also Gucci, save for his sneakers which were his own signature shoe meant for more athletic activities. The boy stood silent for a few seconds, just staring at Darren from behind his shades. Then he spoke. "You that kid I seen fighting a shark on my insta feed, yeah?" The British lad grinned hard and walked over to Darren, extending an open hand, waiting for a handshake. "I'm Oliver, Oliver Robinson! Delighted to make your acquaintance, just as you should be to make mine! You'll be starting a very favorable friendship here." | [attr="class","pirate-liner"] [attr="class","pirate-big"]金王 [attr="class","pirate-small"]CAN'T STOP WON'T STOP [attr="class","pirate-img"] |
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Post by Daimon Darren on Aug 30, 2018 23:51:54 GMT -4
The big black Aston Martin stopped indeed, and the door opened. From the tinted interior of the car emerged a walking advertisement for Gucci. The boy’s eyes were shaded by Gucci glasses, his jacket was Gucci, his shirt, his pants, even his shoes -- no, the shoes were not actually Gucci, but they looked like some expensive designer brand that he could afford no more than he could afford the rest of his attire. His haircut looked expensive too, and even his blonde hair shined brighter than Darren’s dirty blonde. Next to him, the new
Darren let the new kid’s hand hang in the air for a second and looked him up and down and glanced at the car behind him. He finally took the hand, shook it with a tight grip that steered just clear of a hand-destroying one, and smirked.
This new kid was definitely a rich boy, and a rich boy who had heard of him. He suddenly remembered seeing the same car parked at school a few weeks ago, and then it clicked. That’s why the boy looked familiar. He was the new UA student. Another Brit, thought Darren when he heard the same accent he was hearing from Maxi or Hayley, though a lot more distinguished.
“That would be me, yes. I’m Daimon Darren, 1-C. I believe I saw your ass at school.” He glanced behind the boy at the car again, let it linger long enough that it was really more of a look, almost a stare, and then turned his attention back at the new blondie of U.A. High. A favorable friendship, yes? It was time to test it.
“Say, speaking of ass, that’s a sweet-ass ride,” he continued in an English that was a bastardized mix of an Australian accent with distinctive hints of Japanese or American here or there, on account of having learned English from hanging out in the backstages of concerts with his father. “Mind saving me the bus trip? Not that I mind them cheap seats and the old fucks who stare at you if you don’t lift your ass for theirs, but them leather seats I spy sound nice as hell, mate.”
He let go of the new kid’s hand and let his own slip back into the pocket counterfeit Adidas joggings he was wearing with a white t-shirt that said “Booty” with a dot at the end. On his feet were his dirty-ass white running shoes, which were clean for once but still far from shining, because he had to clean them of the blood that splashed on them.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 15, 2018 16:34:59 GMT -4
Darren = 8 * 2 = 16 exp
Oliver = 6 * 2 = 12 exp
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