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Jeanie Gaines
The New Haveners

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[EVENT] The Walking Dorks Jul 4, 2019 9:02:30 GMT Arthur Glass likes this

Post by Jeanie Gaines on Jul 4, 2019 9:02:30 GMT

"Another day, another torment." Jeanie thought to herself as she exited her old Toyota Corolla. She looked at the graffiti that had been sprayed on the hood of her car a few days prior. 'Dork Mobile'. How fascinatingly original. Just like the culprit itself, who was an archetype of the all-American cheerleader. Unfortunately she couldn't prove Tracy Brennan had sprayed her car, and the school's principal seemed anything but cooperative when it came to giving the parking lot's security cam footage. Sure, one of her friends could hack the security system and get the footage but Jeanie would only get herself expelled if she got the footage illegally.

Summer was about to kick off and most students were eager to finish the last few days of school. Jeanie herself couldn't wait to go to science camp this year. She'd finally be among people who were nice and were on the same level as her. People who were looking to get ahead in life instead of just 'getting head in life'. How there weren't any teen pregnancies after Tracy Brennan's Summer Kickoff Bash every year eluded Jeanie. Or maybe there were, and the abortion clinic got a run for their money every year as well.

Jeanie locked her car and walked towards the entrance of the school, contemplating ways of staying out of Tracy Brennan's way that day until... BANG. Frisbee to the head, bush, leaves in mouth. Of course, summer got out the idiots and their stupid outside sports. Jeanie made a mental note to one day spit on Walter Frederick Morrison's grave, the inventor of the frisbee. Before she could collect herself and remove all the leaves out of her mouth one of the jocks yelled if she could throw back the frisbee.

"Yeah, I'm fine by the way thanks for asking!" Jeanie answered while spitting out leaves.

"Huh? I didn't ask? I asked if you could throw the frisbee back?" the jock answered.

"Like your college career, sarcasm is lost on you too."

"What?"

"Never mind."

Jeanie wiped off the dirt from her blue tank top and blue jeans, but a certain green patch of filth didn't go off. "Great." Jeanie sighed as she realized her pants was already ruined for the day. As she walked away the jock who threw the frisbee seemed appalled with her leaving the frisbee where it was.

She entered the school and walked through the hallways. So far so good; no Tracy Brennan. Jeanie greeted a few of her fellow outcasts as she walked to home room. Here and there she could see a few people read newspapers or look at their phones. That new mystery disease that had Chicago and the other major cities in its grasp really had been all over lately. People behaving irratically, attacking others. There had been one case in Evanston a few days ago, but for the rest it was virtually untouched. It seemed like some kind of rabies from what Jeanie had read.

Then the bell rang; school was officially in session. Just a few more days, and the nightmare would end at least for a couple of months.

Last Edit: Jul 4, 2019 9:29:23 GMT by Mallory Faraday

Arthur Glass
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[EVENT] The Walking Dorks Jul 6, 2019 22:27:33 GMT via mobile

Post by Arthur Glass on Jul 6, 2019 22:27:33 GMT

The car ride to school was the same as yesterday, the day before, and almost every day for years. Art just stared out the passenger window doing his best to avoid speaking to his stepdad Bruce who was on his third cigarette, maybe his second beer (usually it was his fifth or sixth), thumbs tapping to the same Led Zeppelin tape that had been stuck in the tape player for six years now, and of course the untitled wild bitch fest about what was goin-....

"Hey fat ass! Are you listening to me?" Bruce's bear like growl and the hard slap across Arts chest snapped hii from his daze, "I swear to God you little tubby piece of shit if I didn't love your mother and if you were mine I would have killed you years ago! Do you know how disrespectful it is to ignore your elders?"

"I'm listening Bruce," before he could correct Bruce to Sir his stepfather backhands Art in the mouth instantly splitting the boys lip a little. Tears burn a little at the corners of Arthur's eyes but he refused to give that man the satisfaction of seeing him cry instead he cold stares at him, "I am listening sir."

The car comes to a stop behind another car dropping kids off for school and Art goes to open the door but Bruce grabs him by the hair pulling him back in, "Hey lardass I ain't done fucking speaking," again Art doesn't make a sound for satisfaction but his lips are pursed together tightly in anger and pain, "Now you will bring your big dumbass straight home today! No nerdy band, no tutoring those dumbass kids, and I swear to God if you show up stoned I will KILL you! You won't have to worry about those crazy ass homeless people who are going psycho but me your crazy old man, am I clear?"

Arthur didn't respond instantly but Bruce pulled his hair a little harder and Art grunted this time, "Crystal clear, sir."

A car horn beeps which makes Bruce let go of Arts hair so he could give the finger, "Fuck you!"

Arthur uses the opportunity to push his way out of the car, "You sh-," Art cuts Bruce off by slamming the door and running (or briskly but awkwardly walking to some) up the steps into the school. His backpack held tight against his chest, his head hung low, and he makes a straight b-line for his secret spot. Cutting across the school he enters the only bathroom practically untouched by anyone where he slams his backpack down looking into the mirror, his busted lip was swollen but the blood had dried. He had learned busted lips healed pretty quickly but he pulled a paper towel from the dispenser wetting one end to wipe away the blood.

After he was cleaned up he sat in his favorite stall, lit a small incense, and rolled a joint. All he could think about was in just a few days he would be free from this hell hole for good! His summer job's (aka "band practice" to his folks) the last two years had helped him save enough money to travel for at least a year or two with his sister. As he sparked the lighter all he could think about was getting them as far away from here as they could.

"Fuck Bruce," he chuckled between a fit of coughing. The bell began to ring and Art got into a small panic as he tossed the roach of the joint in the toilet flushing it, "Shit.
..shit....shit....shit," he muttered as he grabbed his backpack pulling out a can of body spray which he used on himself before barreling out of the bathroom knocking down some unfortunate souls, "Shit! Sorry Dwayne and Lisa," he mumbled as he took off to homeroom but they gave him the finger in return but Art just chuckled, "Rude, fuck you!"

He was going to be late but he didn't care this was a repeat class, being an outcast didn't necessarily make Arthur Glass a dork per say just socially awkward. He wasn't super bright because he didn't apply himself, if he did he would have been pretty bright. However here he was walking into class with a small herd of jocks taking a seat behind the LARP girl as usual. The teacher hadn't even arrived yet and he sighed in relief, he was baked as an apple pie right now but he wasn't home and that was the best high.

Terry Baker
The New Haveners

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[EVENT] The Walking Dorks Jul 15, 2019 5:48:55 GMT

Post by Terry Baker on Jul 15, 2019 5:48:55 GMT

Terry had just woken up to his older brother Alex putting one of his stinky smelly socks in his mouth. He gagged and spit out the sock much to his brother's laughter Terry rubbed his eyes and Alex smacked his upside the head. "Hurry up barf bag gotta meet with my special lady not that you would know anything about that." said Alex to Terry as he laughed at his younger brother. Terry got ready and then he hopped into Alex's car. The two brothers were on their way to school as Alex cranked up Pantera he would occasionally he Terry in the arm saying that "The music pumped him up.". About a mile away from the school Alex pulled over and Terry knew the deal by now and got out of the car grabbing his bag. Terry let out a heavy sigh and began his walk to school. He usually made it a few minutes before the first bell and he would sit quietly at the bottom of the stairs reading a book or listening to his music. Today was the day for music if anything the one thing him and his brother had in common was music. Terry enjoyed rock and as he was listening to the Rolling Stones he was interrupted by Adam one of Alex's friends who ripped his headphones out of his ears. "Hey barf bag where is my money? I need to eat for lunch." Terry put his hands up showing he didn't want to fight put Adam pushed him against a wall. Terry started to snap the rubber band on his right wrist and Adam looked confused before laughing. "What the hell is that supposed to do?" asked Adam to Terry. "I-It calms down my nerves. It's like a-" said Terry before he was cutoff by Adam who slammed him into the wall again. "Don't care...Money now." demanded Adam to Terry. The bell went off which distracting Adam for a moment who pulled out his water bottle and dumped it on Adam's pants making it look like he wet himself. Terry then ran and Adam gave chase.

Terry ran into his homeroom and Adam wasn't that far behind him. He was sudden grabbed by Adam by the back of his bag and turned around to face him. "Your a dead man barf bag." said Adam angry as he raised his fist to hit Terry but then one of the kid's pointed at Adam's pants. "Yo man Adam pissed himself!" said one kid. Students started to take out their phones and that's when Adam let go of Terry. "No, no it's just water! Tell them-" said Adam before he was cut off by kids laughing and taking pictures. Adam shook his head and ran out of the classroom embarrassed. Terry let out a heavy sigh and sat across from one of the stoners. He could smell the weed off him and he just ran his fingers through his hair as he was glad to be rid of Adam for now.

Jeanie Gaines
The New Haveners

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[EVENT] The Walking Dorks Jul 15, 2019 14:04:14 GMT

Post by Jeanie Gaines on Jul 15, 2019 14:04:14 GMT

Jeanie was dabbling on her phone a bit, and had just saved a picture she liked of Malcolm Reynolds and Han Solo together when all of a sudden the 4G on her phone stopped working, and apparently so had her network, which was weird considering the area had good coverage. She looked around the class and noticed others were having the same problem as well.

She could see Arthur coming in and she could see he had a split lip, but Jeanie did her best not to stare at it. It seemed he had been in a fight, or had taken a punch. The smell of weed that followed Arthur revealed why he didn't seem so bothered by it, and his glassy eyes pretty much screamed that he was as high as a kite. Jeanie never touched the stuff, keeping herself to the old saying 'there's a time and place for everything and it's called college'. But secretly deep down she really wanted to party hard and get wasted. Maybe feel 'normal' for just once.

A few preppies behind her were talking about what they were going to wear to Tracy's bash and right after one of the other misfits, Terry, had entered the class Jeanie's tormentor followed. Tracy walked up to Jeanie, noticing her dirty knees from the fall she had taken when the frisbee hit her head.

"Well well well dirty knees look at these!" Tracy said. "Didn't know you had it in you Jeanie you slut! If you weren't you I'd almost be impressed!"

It didn't immediately register what Tracy was insinuating but once it did Jeanie's jaw dropped. She would never! Well maybe not never, but most definitely never while in high school!

"What!?" Jeanie answered. "I didn't! I wouldn't...! Why would I...!?"

Tracy made a smooching sound towards Jeanie and the international fellatio gesture where one would push into one's cheek with their tongue. Tracy then turned around in a wild swing in which her backpack smacked Jeanie right in the face.

"Ouch!" Jeanie screamed and she reached for her eye. This was no accident. As Tracy walked towards her desk Jeanie contemplated jumping Tracy from behind and choke her. Honestly why didn't she? Oh right, because there was too much at stake and murder was still illegal in the state of Illinois. And she wasn't going to ruin her life for the likes of Tracy Brennan. Killing Tracy would probably make humanity better off but unfortunately it would be hard trying to sell that in a court of law.

Biting her lip in anger, Jeanie caressed her eye until the pain had somewhat subsided. The teacher finally came in and the morning announcements started over the PA system.

"Good morning Wildkits! It's Dizzy D with the school announcements! In today's school news the board of education asks to be mindful of your own hygiene, especially with the mystery virus that is currently holding house in Chicago! That means wash your hands after going number one and two boys and girls, and keep your germs to yourself! Hand sanitizers are being sold during recess, so get yours now! In other news, all roads to Chicago have temporarily been closed off so if you were hoping to catch that Bowling For Soup concert I hope for your sake those tickets are refundable!"

While others shrugged or complained because they did have tickets for the Bowling For Soup concert Jeanie appeared to be the only one realizing the severity of the situation. Roads to Chicago closed? That explained the army trucks she saw passing by her house the other night. She wondered whether or not the situation in Chicago was more severe than they let on. Were they being deliberately being kept in the dark?

"There will be no pizzas today during lunch considering they had to come from, yes you guessed it, Chicago! So here's hopin' you have an appetite for P&J sandwiches Wildkits! As per request of the city council, we've also been told to ask that if you see anything out of the ordinary, be it in school or out there, to report it immediately! And if any of you should feel sick, go immediately to the nurse's office or the hospital!"

Why would they risk creating mass hysteria Jeanie wondered. Something wasn't right here. Saying stuff like that was just asking for trouble, unless the threat was genuine. She looked around the class but it looked like she was the only one worried about this. Or maybe she was just overthinking this. If it really was this serious the government would have declared a state of emergency right? Maybe she was getting wound up over nothing. She tried shrugging it off as the announcements came to end.

"Well that's it Wildkits! Have a wild day and remember to support the cheerteam as they go off to the finals this weekend!"

Jeanie rolled her eyes. "Yes, let's encourage Tracy Brennan and her band of succubi sucking the life out of everyone!" she thought to herself. Unbeknownst to Jeanie however, Tracy had put her hand up.

"Misses McGillicuddy, I'd like to report something very suspicious!" Tracy said. "It has occurred to myself and others that Jeanie Gaines is way too dorky, even by this school's standards! It just can't be considered normal anymore!"

Jeanie bit her lip and clenched her fists. In her mind she had flown across the room into Tracy and started beating down on her until her knuckles were so bloody and Tracy's face was an unrecognizable pulp. Jeanie didn't know what was worse, that the entire class was laughing at her expense or that or that the joke was so bad she could cry.

"Alright, that'll do miss Brennan." Misses McGillicuddy answered.

Jeanie gave misses McGillicuddy a fake smile and kept her teeth clenched together. Apathic bitch.

"Teachers like you are the reason there's school shootings." Jeanie muttered under her teeth, barely understandable, keeping up the fake smile.

"What's that miss Gaines!?" Misses McGillicuddy answered.

"Oh now you care." "Nothing misses McGillicuddy!"

Jeanie then focused on her homework she had made the day before. Oh how she wished some people would succumb to the virus that had Chicago in its grip right now.

Last Edit: Jul 15, 2019 14:07:33 GMT by Jeanie Gaines

Arthur Glass
In Memoriam

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[EVENT] The Walking Dorks Jul 20, 2019 7:11:23 GMT via mobile

Post by Arthur Glass on Jul 20, 2019 7:11:23 GMT

Art wasn't surprised by the actions of Tracy Brennan, however Art wasn't the type of person to keep his mouth closed especially if he was stoned so what followed hadn't been really planned....the whim that school was almost over...he could be emaciated as adult...all those 'tutoring' sessions were his excuse for working to save money so when he did roll out of town he'd have enough to take care of his sister....give them a fresh start.....so pissing everyone off today wasn't going to take any hair off his ass....

So Arthur stood up pushing past students still taking their seats Misses McGillicuddy shouted, "Arthur please take a seat," but Art shut her up with a solid middle finger, "Honestly Misses McGillicuddy you are a shit teacher and I say that with all due respect," her mouth dropped open but Arthur stopped right in front of Tracey's desk slamming two large fat hands down right getting eye level with her, "Stacy you and your friends are the biggest waste of life ever given on this God forsaken planet! Parasites FUCKING parasites who bully and bully...so when the day comes for a second coming I hope you are showed no pity you BITCH!"

The class was stunned with silence but Arthur was smiling when he looked around, "What? I'm just saying what half of you won't because Arthur the fatass Glass gives zero fucks anymore," he winked at Jeanie, "Jeanie you are the real MVP for forever keeping your cool in the face of this shitbag! Any questions Misses McGillicuddy or should I see myself to the exit?"

Jeanie Gaines
The New Haveners

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[EVENT] The Walking Dorks Jul 24, 2019 14:16:08 GMT

Post by Jeanie Gaines on Jul 24, 2019 14:16:08 GMT

Jeanie's eyes widened and her jaw dropped when Arthur got up and flipped the bird at Mrs McGillicuddy. Like a deer and headlights she was so completely surprised by what Arthur was doing that she couldn't keep her eyes off him. When he slammed his fists into Tracy's desk Jeanie shook at the sound of it. Why couldn't she do that? Why did she never do that. She was in awe at seeing Tracy finally getting told off by someone. She also couldn't believe it when he told her she was the real MVP for taking Tracy's shit for so long and keep her cool. She kinda was, wasn't she? Oh how Jeanie wished she was the one who just did that. Was it too late already? And what about Arthur? He deserved recognition for what he just did.

"A-Arthur... I..." Jeanie stuttered. "Th... Thank y..."

But before Jeanie could finish her sentence Tracy spoke up, haven gotten over the initial shock when Arthur slammed his fists into her desk.

"Well guess we know who Jeanie was on her knees on for!" Tracy smirked. "Aren't you two just cute together? Just don't procreate, the last thing we need is more little dorks running on this planet!"

An orchestra of laughter filled the classroom. Jeanie became fullblown red and started grinding her teeth. Humiliation and anger... she was having a tough time keeping it together. She just wanted to run outside and keep running. Why would God allow someone as demonic as Tracy Brennan walk the earth?

"That's enough, all of you!" Mrs McGillicuddy interfered. "Tracy, what Jeanie and Arthur do when they're intimate doesn't concern you! As for you Jeanie and Arthur, you can go to the principal's office! I will not have you disturb my class any longer!"

There it was. The drop that overflowed the bucket. It was sweet of Arthur to stand up for her, but Jeanie herself was the victim. She didn't deserve to be sent to the principal's office, especially since she hadn't done anything. And Tracy once again got to go scott free after she insinuated Jeanie doing fellatio on Arthur? Something which Mrs McGillicuddy affirmed by her comment? Hell. Frickin'. No. A fuse popped in Jeanie's brain and she jumped up from her desk facing Mrs McGillicuddy.

"Are you freakin' kidding me!?" Jeanie shouted. "I've been taking Tracy's crap since elementary school because every teacher we ever had kept a hand above her head! And you're just gonna sit there and send me to the principal's office? While she gets to sit there and go free again!?"

Jeanie paused for a second. She had just completely surprised herself and was at a bit of a loss. She had never done this kind of thing before. So many thoughts in her head but she couldn't find the words to speak. But then she finally found them.

"And another thing Mrs McGillicuddy! I..." Jeanie spoke, but then something in the corner of her eye caught her attention. She turned her head towards the windows to see what was going on outside.

A woman was being attacked on the street, but not in an ordinary way. It appeared as though the attacker was trying to... take a bit out of her? Jeanie slowly walked to the window, unable to keep her gaze from the ongoing event outside. Wondering what Jeanie was looking at, more students got up and walked to the window, including Tracy.

Then, something Jeanie nor everyone else had never seen before. The attacker took a big bite out of the victim's neck and blood sprayed out all over the sidewalk. A few of the girls screamed at the sight of this, including Tracy who probably reached the highest tone. Jeanie didn't, she was too busy processing what she just saw happening.

"Oh my God oh my God!" Mrs McGillicuddy shouted, and ran toward the door and went out of the classroom. As soon as she had, more screaming this time coming from students filled the hallway. Mrs McGillicuddy ran away and seeing more students run through the hallway, Jeanie snapped out of it and walked toward the door, taking a few steps outside.

Students were being attacked by people who definitely didn't belong in the school. And like the victim outside, some were being bitten. As people ran by Jeanie, she saw Courtney and Debbie, two of the mean cheerleaders who were always together, laying on the floor on their bellies while a few attackers were gnawing at them. They did do everything together, why not get eaten together as well?

Jeanie just looked at it as it transpired. In her head Jeanie was already looking for a scientific explanation for what was happening. Was this some kind of joke? A prank by the seniors? If so, they were doing a good job at it. That murder on the street looked convincing and the special effects on people getting chunks bitten out of them was just amazing. Or, what if this was real? It couldn't be real, could it? But her observation of the situation spoke otherwise.

"DON'T JUST STAND THERE!" Courtney spoke.

"YEAH, HELP US LOSER!" Debbie said.

Jeanie was appalled by what she just heard, and her face showed it. There they were, being eaten alive and still, somehow they still managed to look down on her and call her a loser. It didn't exactly stimulate Jeanie but somehow it didn't feel right to just leave them there. Before she got time to go over and help them however, Jeanie was pushed back inside the classroom by Brock, the quarterback of the footballteam and Jeanie got knocked back on the ground.

As Jeanie composed herself once more, realizing she had a sore butt, Brock flipped out and started shoving all sorts of stuff against the door.

"Fuck me man! They're eating people out there, oh fuck oh fuck!" Brock spoke as he barricaded the door further. Jeanie just rubbed her butt, trying to make the sore go away. If they could all just relax for a moment and assess the situation peacefully...

More people were clustered to the window. On the street outside more people were being attacked. Jeanie watched it transpire and realize this wasn't a prank or anything, this was real. In a corner of the class Tracy Brennan was sitting and trembling while her cronies were trying to comfort her. Jeanie walked over to Brock to ask what he had seen.

"Brock? What's going on?" Jeanie asked. "What did you see, who's doing this?"

"Goddammit were you not listening dweeb!?" Brock answered. "They're fucking eating people out there!"

"Who? Where did they come from?"

"I don't know! Does it fucking matter!? They came out of nowhere! They killed Kyle man, they fucking killed him!"

Kyle was another one of the jocks. Not the brightest of lights, and not the nicest of people either. Jeanie didn't particularly feel sorry for him, but she wasn't so heartless as to speak that thought. She noticed Brock had a bitemark on his wrist as well.

"Oh man, one of them bit me but I beat the shit out of him!" Brock said. "No one fucking bites me! But shit, what if they have like a contagious disease or something?"

Jeanie was still puzzling things together, but she knew this wasn't good. It was like that movie, 'The Rage' where people got infected by a virus and attacked people. But in the movie people got it immediately after being bitten, so Jeanie didn't think much of the bite on Brock's wrist for the moment. But an idea popped up in her head. She went over to the windows and closed the blinds. In the movie what the Ragers couldn't see they didn't attack.

After that, she didn't know what to do. People were still screaming down the hallway. Jeanie looked at Arthur with a face that said 'what now?' She wasn't actually living The Rage now was she? Things seemed so surreal for the moment. Brock was pacing in the class and Tracy was still in a self-induced trance.

"What do we do now?" Jeanie asked to her fellow classmates. As for herself, she had no idea for the moment.

Terry Baker
The New Haveners

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[EVENT] The Walking Dorks Jul 31, 2019 6:00:52 GMT

Post by Terry Baker on Jul 31, 2019 6:00:52 GMT

Terry looked on in surprise as he saw Arthur stand up for Jeanie. The misfit standing up for the nerd...that was unexpected. When Jeanie and Arthur were told to go to the Principal'soffice Terry just shook his head but stayed quiet as he tapped his pencil on his desk. It wasn't right...not at all but before anything could happen the situation suddenly changed everyone was looking out the window as a woman was being attacked. Once her throat was ripped out Terry slowly backed away and then the screaming happened. It was chaos outside and Terry was slightly shaking he gripped his pencil tight and he was about to rush out the door and find his brother Alex. When Brock came in and started to barricade the door Terry looked at the frightened Jock hoping to get answers. "Hey Brock any chance did you see Alex?" asked Terry to the frightened jock. When Tracy the popular girl asked what do they do Terry leaned against the wall as he chewed on his nails thinking. He noticed Jeanie had closed the blinds and an idea came to his head. "I say we try to get out of here first of all. My brother Alex is part of the football team he has a car and I'm sure you guys have cars as well. So I'm thinking we load up as many people as we can and get out or we can set off the fire alarms and maybe try to call for help?" suggested Terry with a shrug.

He gripped his pencil tightly and walked over to the barricaded door looking out the small window as he saw people running for there lives. He jumped back when a bloody Adam slammed against the door and was screaming for his life. Terry quickly backed away from the door and shook his head as he looked at Brock and then the rest of the class. "You...You got bit...I think we should tie him to a chair just to make sure we all can be safe. Does everyone agree to that?" asked Terry to the classroom.

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