[OPEN LOG] playing hookey from class

[cannotemotealie]

Craig Emo is currently doing his best to not pay attention to the warning bells or students rushing around to get to their next class. Lunch had been boring but class is even more boring, so by the time the tardy bell rings, he's worked his way out to the front doors. Hell no, he isn't staying for class. That shit is for pussies.


((OOC: Feel free to run into him on your way to class, ditch with him, umm, harass him for not going to class - each thread = individual log.))

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[cannotemotealie]

"LOL." He would have rolled his eyes if he could. "Sure, straight and narrow, except that road's kinda wide in my book and has a lot of really weird detours."

He was looking around now; he felt antsy standing out here so long after the bell. He really did not want detention, since apparently he'd be put in a musical or a play or something and that really wasn't his style. "You want the play-by-play of my juvenile delinquency or something?"

[vmarsissmarter.livejournal.com]

"Did you just actually say LOL out loud? Doesn't that... defeat the point?" She shook her head, deciding the best option was... not to bother thinking about it. "Whatever. I can deal with wide and detours. Depending on the width and scenic views of the detours involved."

She noticed the way he was looking around, and was aware that she should probably go to class if she planned on being there on time. Or at all. But this was infinitely more interesting, and she had yet to skip class this semester, so. It was on. "That's okay. I work best with brief, concise summaries." She replied brightly. "Where were you planning on going? Besides 'out back'?"

[cannotemotealie]

"Part of the persona," he shrugged. It wasn't really a problem for him, people called him out on it all the time. "Goes with the mask, y'know?"

He turned and started walking, gesturing vaguely for her to follow. "Gonna go chill out by the football field. Kinda a spot thing goin' on there."

[vmarsissmarter.livejournal.com]

Hn. The mask. Maybe it was rude to ask, but hey if Veronica was going on a date with him, she felt at least a little entitled to know. "Speaking of the mask-- and you don't have to answer if you don't want to, really-- are the rumors about what's under there true? I mean, it wouldn't be the first complete lie spread around DDD High like a particularly virulent STD."

And follow she did. "Let's hope we don't encounter the male cheerleaders in their brand new daisy dukes."

[cannotemotealie]

He "frowned" as only his mask could. "Do you really care? I mean, like. Yeah, it's true," he grunted - fuck beating around the bush. Who cares, right? "But it's all good. Just makes me special."

He visibly shuddered. "It was barley hot when Jessica Simpson did it, it sure as hell ain't hot when Hakuba and them do."

[vmarsissmarter.livejournal.com]

"No! I mean, it's not a big deal, okay?" She gestured with her hands, trying to explain. "I just wanted to know. Because it would-- I don't know, it'd be really shitty if someone made it up or something. "

She wrinkled her nose. "Can't really judge Jessica Simpson, but there has to be a law against them wearing those things. I'm pretty sure girls aren't allowed to wear anything that short on school grounds, why should Hakuba and pals be the exception to the rule?"

[cannotemotealie]

"I'd rather need the damned thing than be the douche who wears it for no reason." Not that he wanted to make it known that he was Jason Voorhees under the mask, but a man's gotta take the punches life throws. "And it's because its special. This whole GD school is fucked up."

[vmarsissmarter.livejournal.com]

Veronica was nosy, and now proved to be no exception. If anything, Emo should probably be fortunate that she wasn't snooping around behind his back to discover ~the truth~, because that was really more her style. "What happened?"

She laughed at the comment about the school. "Yeah, that's an understatement. It's almost enough to make me feel normal in comparison. Ish."

[cannotemotealie]

"..." He looked over his shoulder at her. "Got into a fight with a garden hoe and lost. And beside, you're pretty fuckin' normal, girl." Relatively. Wasn't she the slutty blond or something? Whatever. "You don't wear daisy dukes and you don't need cyber goggles, after all. Aside from the Scooby Gang shit, I mean."

[vmarsissmarter.livejournal.com]

"Oh." And what else could you say to that, really? "Sounds... painful." She shrugged at his assessment of her. "Normal compared to some of the nutjobs we have running around here, you mean. But they could make anyone seem normal. Even little old me."

wtf is with me and anon commenting

[cannotemotealie]

"Yeah, kinda. It's cool, though." Not really, but whatever. "True fuckin' facts, they're all sorts of fucked up. It's cool, though, we'll be relatively normal for the rest of them."

idk man. idk.

[vmarsissmarter.livejournal.com]

Veronica shrugged, deciding to let the first subject drop. "Sounds like a plan to me. Maybe we should have our own club. A nice, normal one."