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Post by RandallBoggs on Feb 23, 2013 0:06:02 GMT -5
Pledging or Hazing (The title is obvious in what this deals with, but I had a little fun with it, and Randall might kill me for it hehehe. Then again he's more matured these days so...I might live... As per a running gag back when CoMONdy was around, and that this seems to be surprisingly REAL hazing/pledge thing (check your Wiki hehehe), Randall gets himself into a rather unfortunate pledging task to prove he could be in ROR because of his younger age (no beer blasts for this under-ager heh). Now this links up with another Short Bit that will come soon for a cheap, but I think funny enough, gag. What that Bit involves? Well you'll see THAT near the end of this one hmhmhm. The hilarity is also to get people's mind off getting gipped on the whole "new sneak peek" fiasco on the DVD releases.)
Randall chagrined as he walked, trying to stay off the main routes back to the dorm. If he was lucky, he wouldn't be noticed. Then again, if somebody stopped to gander at the floating fluffy Little Scarer diaper making it's way past one of the frat houses, their curiosity would draw more attention.
It hadn't been long since he got a bid to join the ROR fraternity. ROR was one of the most popular fraternities in the university, and he was ecstatic he was even a blip on their radar. He had been interested in the fraternity itself during rush week, and he had thought that many of the members were skeptical of letting him join. Randall even thought that they would harshly decline him. But they didn't! And he accepted, perhaps a bit too quickly. He was pledge now for ROR.
While his observations of the frat house quickly made him think that it would be a great place to hang out with friends and have a fun time, it may make it difficult to study. Still, he found a medium. He would be in a fraternity and still live at the frat house. Mike was a good guy, and just as dedicated to be a scarer as him. He would be able to have the brotherhood of a fraternity, having the fun and excitement he'd been wanting, and still be friends with Mike and have a quieter place for his educational needs. He could balance them....right?
Still, Randall didn't take into account his age when he was thinking of what he'd have to do as a pledge. Obviously, they couldn't have him involve himself in alcoholic-related tasks (though some frat members believed that such a sight would be hilarious for a first-timer), which was a common thing the other pledges would do. Not that Randall minded, he could wait. He could be a designated driver either. Like the other pledges, he was charged with cleaning up after house parties. That wasn't too bad, he was good at that. First time he did it, he impressed some of the members. Though one did spill his full jug on the floor a moment later. Never got to know if that was intentional or not. He was also ready and up for the task if anything for the house needed to be built. During the clean-up he had fixed a table leg, repaired a glass vase, and fixed one of the rear room t.v.s in two minutes. The last of these tasks was the most appreciated. Still, being young had it's disadvantages, he saw. He was the youngest pledge in the group from what he was told and, from what Randall observed, the smartest. He had to explain a couple times to members that he was smart to get in at fifteen, reminding them he wasn't a kid. Well, kid-kid anyway. Randall also thought he may have insulted some of the members unintentionally with his intelligence, which may have resulted in the "extra" task he had to do to show he was worthy to join. Something some of the frat members say would fit for "a little lizard pledge". Oh it fit alright. Figuratively to them, literally for him.
Wanting to be in a fraternity as popular as ROR, and expecting some form of ribbing, Randall was still unprepared for when he was told that he would be wearing a diaper for his pledge period. It was shocker at first, something the other pledges didn't have to do, but it did earn him a bit of a bonus. Instead of nearly a year and a half of a pledge period, he could cut it down with this "optional" task. Not only would he be one of the youngest, and smartest, to join ROR, he could even be initiated his freshman year! Perhaps for the second time in the week, Randall decided too quickly. Although the ROR members helped with that, they had the diaper on him before he could croak out "yes".
So here he was on the first day of his pledge period, heading back to the dorm before anybody could notice him. While he was embarrassed by this "task", the thought of a diaper for a toddler around his thin body constantly reminded him of it's presence, the feeling at least helped him by turning on his invisibility. He would be able to get back without any trouble. Unfortunately he'd have to go to classes with the thing, but at least the members slapped a ROR sticker over the front and back as "proof he was pledging", though Randall guessed it was so he didn't take it off if he began chickening out. They DID give him the times to come back to the house to handle "that issue" or get a "change", but there was NO way he would deal with the later. He'd gone through nearly entire school years without using their restrooms, which were near-perfect spots for his class bullies to get him, so he had an advantage.
He'd been thinking of what to tell Mike, hopefully HE was doing something for a pledge too, when he ran into somebody and instantly changed back. Actually if Randall had been looking forward, he would have realized he was passing the Python Nu Kappa sorority. Who he bumped into? The only reason he recognized her was because she was there at the Roar Omega Roar rush party. She was Johnny's girl, Carrie. Randall turned as white as the diaper he was wearing. Literally. Actually he may have been wearing the little cute designs the diaper had on the front all over his body, but he was too shocked to look down. Oh crap....At least THAT wasn't literal.
"EXCUSE ME?" Carrie turned on him, and she wasn't alone. "Oh ho, look girls," one of her friends, oddly enough looked just like her, related maybe, commented. Randall gritted his teeth. There were more comments, but he tried to block them out as his eyes focused on Carrie, gulping. Bumping into the ROR leader's girl. As a pledge. He was scre-
"Oooooh," Carrie noted with some realization, noticing the ROR sticker on the back of his diaper. "I know you," she said, hand to hip, the other pointing down at him. "Your the new guy Johnny said to take care of."
Between his own guy-thoughts and the diaper, Randall's mind was abuzz with what Carrie was to "take care of".
Carrie turned and went around a...display. There was display outside the sorority house. The members were serving...cupcakes. Randall was unsure if they were being made by pledges in the building or if it was the welcome wagon for new bids, but whatever the reason they looked good. Carrie came around the display, back to him, as she spoke to some of the members. They were giggling with delight about something. Randall guessed it was puffy item around his back legs and tail, but he wouldn't know that he was wrong. Ducking under the display, where Randall guessed containers were, Carrie came up with a blue pallet with five heart topped cupcakes under a plastic shell. With a bit of wave in her step, one might call it one of a stalker, Carrie came up to him. "These are for you pledgie," she said in a sweet tone, leaning in with the container between them.
Wide-eyed, Randall couldn't fathom that, even to a very tiny degree, that Carrie could be coming on to him. It had to be teasing. He didn't even realize his bottom hands stretch out to take the container before Carrie leaned back up. "You have a good day now diaper-boy," Carrie smiled, a finger NEARLY slipping under his jaw. If it had hit, Randall swore it would have fallen off. She started back as the other girls waved at him. "See you later stud." "You be a good boy now and do what Johnny says." "You looks so cute "Randy" hehehe."
Randall was unsure how long he stood there. It was obvious he was practically a walking billboard by now, noticed by everyone. But at that moment, in that stage between kid-to-teen-to-adult, Randall was unsure about what he would do with a woman. But in that moment, for no reason he could contemplate...he just wanted one.
Class. CLASS. CLASS!
Randall buckled. He'd forgotten, he had to get back to the dorm. Without even thinking of trying to be invisible again, he started off to the dorm again, feeling that maybe this pledging period wouldn't be so bad, especially if it included sorority attention.
Unknown to the padded lizard, Carrie smiled as she watched him depart. When he was out of ear-shot, she laughed. "Tahaha, what a dweeb," she remarked. "I dunno, he looked so cute," one of her friends, one sitting on the display with her legs crossed, remarked. "Yeah...if he was eighteen I'd date'em," another, checking containers, added. "Oh please, the guy's a full on geek, see the glasses, they're HUGE," Carrie puffed, leaning on the display counter. "Yeah, well if he's so smart, he'd figure out what you did to THOSE cupcakes," a snarky member behind remarked. Carrie smiled. "Well Johnny said to see if the twerp's got what it takes, told him I would come up with something and I did," "Your such a ----- Carrie," a member said, some of her words blocked out as a plastic container was opened. "Oh, I know," Carrie replied, with a smile, so flatly. She was.
(You might also notice a bold-ed part in this bit. For some reason, I dunno...stands out to me...will Ran have a struggle between being a friend to Wazowski and "loyalty" to his fraternity? Is this the rift? That in the end, he loses both?)
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Post by pitbulllady on Feb 23, 2013 13:50:55 GMT -5
Oh, my...this ties in with that fanart TheOnePistol found on Tumblr, doesn't it? It would be just like Johnny or Sullivan either one to do something like that to those cupcakes and then have someone give them to Randall(and to Mike, since they were roomies)as a prank. Poor Randall. You know his experiences with the opposite sex up to this point have probably been nil, so to have a bunch of of hot chicks, cheerleader no less, actually speak to him would be sending the old hormone factory into overdrive, and that fantasy of being able to do the frat leader's girl and not get caught would be too amazing NOT to go there!
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Post by RandallBoggs on Feb 23, 2013 19:19:55 GMT -5
Actually no 0_0 I came up with this idea way before 0_0 Don't really go to Tumblr (heck don't even know what it is for the most part) I figured Carrie would be more sensible...I mean Johnny and Sullivan don't seem like cooks...yeah they could buy'em and Sullivan would definitely prank...but...I went with Carrie because it was just plain funnier and...Nerds-wise, kind of the female "accomplice" to Johnny. Oh to be young, innocent, and ignorant heh heh.
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Post by RandallBoggs on Feb 23, 2013 20:06:15 GMT -5
Cupcakes (Note, this is NOT in relation to that tumblr pic. I have had this in mind for a while now... This picks up after Hazing/Pledging.)
It took Mike awhile, coming down from nearly laughing out a lung, before Randall could get a word in edgewise. Apparently this whole pledging thing was hilarious to him, even more so when he told Randall he hadn't even gotten a bid yet for a fraternity. So Randall just stood there, placing the cupcake container on his desk and placing his glasses in the drawer, waiting for the green monster to get it all out of his system. Now that Randall thought of it, seemed impossible for someone like Mike to do such a similar pledge...maybe that's another reason he was laughing. While he was still embarrassed about the thing, at least he HAD been accepted to try and join a fraternity. That was a good thing....right?
"Ooooh man, they got you good," Mike finally said when he calmed down.
"Uhh, yeah," Randall replied, rubbing the back of his neck.
"How long you in that thing anyway?"
"Uhh, a couple."
"Couple of what?"
"....weeks?"
After an encore of Mike's laughter, Randall was starting to regret his decision.
"Oh ok, as long as you don't...you know...if you-"
"I'm not using it Mike," Randall said flatly, eye lids as straight as a deadline.
"Kay kay kay, it's funny is all I'm saying," Mike chuckled, waving hands.
"Yeah, I have to go back to the house after classes so I'll be a little late and-"
"Your going to CLASSES in that thing?"
"Well they made that a-"
"Oh, hey, what's with the cupcakes?" Mike interrupted, finally noticing something on Randall's desk that actually stood out from it's cleanliness.
"-requirement...huh?" Randall finished, looking back. "OH! Those, umm well," he began, taking it in his lower hands, gesturing as he talked with his uppers. "I was on my way back and I passed one of the sororities and-" He paused. Well he wasn't about to tell Mike EVERYTHING.
"And-?" Mike asked, leaning in from the chair he was on.
"And...well they said I looked...cute and well they," Randall replied, blushing a little as he gestured the tray.
Mike's eye brightened. "Oh ho ho! Did you get a date?"
"Wha-?!" Randall exclaimed, a little taken back. Date? JOHNNY'S girl? He'd be roadkill! "N-no! They just well-"
"First day pledging and you got the attention of sorority. Sure you don't have diapers in your trunk over there, cause you've got the power of cupid getting things done that fast!" Mike said encouragingly, spinning on the chair.
"N-no I DON'T," Randall replied, a little too quickly to the statement. He placed his upper arms to his sides, trying to be defensive. "Nothing happened."
Mike came around from the spin, pointing a finger at him. "Yet. Nothing happened yet."
"Ugh," Randall groaned, looking away.
"So...you going to share those?" Mike asked, aiming to give the lizard some slack.
"I was," Randall replied.
"Hey, don't worry about it...in a few weeks, we'll both be in fraternities and in a few short years, scarers am I right?"
"I guess."
"Good."
With the ribbing dying down, though not dead, the two sat on their beds, the cupcakes between them as they each took to eating.
"These aren't half bad, who made these?" Mike asked, licking the brown chocolate-substance on his digits. "I don't know, pretty sure it was the sorority girls themselves," Randall replied, adjusting his sitting, making the diaper crinkle. Thought he would be uncomfortable sitting in it, but it was actually comfy. And now, his nerves were a bit settled, just having a good treat with a friend. Simple, but something he wanted to do for a long time. "Wow, friendly sorority girls. Wonder if I'll hook up with one" Mike wondered, taking another cupcake. "I don't think it's out of the question," Randall replied, taking another himself. His stomach was reacting to them for some reason, but he thought maybe it was because he was having something dessert-like so early. "They seem nice, even to people pledging other sororities...at least to me." "Well I should put it on my list of things to do." "You have list?" "Doesn't everyone?" "....yeah," Randall replied. Yeah, he had a list too. He finished the second cupcake, letting Mike have the last one. "You know, these cupcakes are good but..." "...yeah they're not sitting well with my..."
A Few Minutes Later...
"MIKE! Let me in!" "Ooooh...." "Mike you've been in there for ten minutes! Let me at least-" Randall banged on the bathroom stall, seriously debating to try a run for another floor, but figuring moving right now wasn't a good option as he held his stomach with his lower hands. The others were occupied...whether it be for actual use of the facilities, or laugh at the padded lizard getting into an embarrassing situation. Ignoring the laughing and jokes from some other dorm students, Randall banged again. "Mike! Come on!" "I ate three Randall! You didn't know about those things being...what were they undercooked or something!?" Mike called from the stall. "Well, no I think they were laxatives or something probably from-" Randall began, then he realized he had taken the time to explain such a thing in a very professional way. He started banging again. "Just let me have a turn!" "What are you complaining about? Your the one with the diaper!" "Oh well that's-- It's not-- That's not fair Mike!" It was at that point Randall, and by extension (some-what) to Mike, that he learned to not accept a gift from practically a stranger. Or at least something of the edible fashion.
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Post by TheOnePistol on Feb 23, 2013 20:50:24 GMT -5
Hahaha That was hilarious!
Well, this one was laxatives, the tumblr one was weed. lol
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Post by RandallBoggs on Feb 23, 2013 20:56:43 GMT -5
That was my aim! What in particular? There was a couple here.
Yes, I tried to be less...debatable on the spikeness heh heh.
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Post by TheOnePistol on Feb 23, 2013 23:01:22 GMT -5
That was my aim! What in particular? There was a couple here. Yes, I tried to be less...debatable on the spikeness heh heh. I laughed allot during the bathroom scene. lol
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Post by RandallBoggs on Feb 23, 2013 23:04:04 GMT -5
Oh yes hehehe, that was a good show on what happens after the cupcake consumption to show what happened heh. Of course Randall ended up telling EXACTLY what it was, but by then people can guess. Unfortunately to Wazowski's credit, Randall's sharing of the cupcakes DID get him in this situation...but yeah, hopefully Randall manages to get an opening soon before the unfortunate happens heh.
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Post by TheOnePistol on Feb 24, 2013 21:44:34 GMT -5
Oh yes hehehe, that was a good show on what happens after the cupcake consumption to show what happened heh. Of course Randall ended up telling EXACTLY what it was, but by then people can guess. Unfortunately to Wazowski's credit, Randall's sharing of the cupcakes DID get him in this situation...but yeah, hopefully Randall manages to get an opening soon before the unfortunate happens heh. Well, Mike did eat three. lol
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Post by RandallBoggs on Feb 25, 2013 19:45:06 GMT -5
Coffee (*looks up*....Yes, it's that obvious *chuckles*)
"You know I never had this before." "Really? Neither have I." "Yeah they didn't give it to us at the orph...umm...back home." "What was that?" "OH! Nothing...nothing...but umm, yeah. If we're going to be studying a lot, it'll help keep us awake to get through the tougher parts."
"Here you are..." Randall took both cups, handing one to Mike as they got of line. It was really convenient that the Coffee Closet was in the School of Scareing, though they both found it surprising it was in the former supply room. Still, the suggestion of checking it out was enough to get the two to purchase something from it to see if it would help their training in any way. Once the classes at the school ended, they could grab a cup, head back to the dorm, and review what they had. Adjusting his hat, Mike took a sip from his own as they headed out of the building. "Hmm...maybe I should have snagged some more sugars," he thought. "Already did," Randall said with a smile, tossing one to Mike, who almost missed it. The ocular monster noticed he had several cream/sugar packets in a spare hand. "Those were free right?" Mike asked. Randall paled, stopping. "They weren't!?" Mike shrugged. "Heeeey, I was just kidding...they were." "Oh jeez," Randall mumbled, walking again. He nearly had a heart attack thinking he stole something, not a good way to start things out. He took a sip of his own coffee choice. "How is it?" Randall ran his forked tongue over some teeth, getting some lingering taste. "Erm...not bad...guess it's an acquired taste or something." "Yeah I guess so," Mike replied as they headed back to the dorm. "You know, I'm feeling a little better now, I think this coffee stuff is settling my nerves," Randall commented, looking at the coffee. "Really?" "Yeah, maybe it'll help me with my blending. I should go again tomorrow and try it out." "Sounds like a plan..."
3 Days Later
"Oh boy, what a day," Mike mumbled to himself, fumbling for his key. Then again, Randall would have been back already...yeah he could hear someone inside, had to be him. Opening the door, Mike was surprised at what he saw...
"Da da da da da da...da da da da da da." "Ran...dall?"
The room was...clean. Not just a quick-put-stuff-in-trash-can clean, but full on took-your-time clean. The floor looked scrubbed, the walls LOOK re-colored, and everything had been dusted. Whatever happened, there WAS a difference. Mike was at least thankful his stuff wasn't touched but....Ah, there he was. Randall was in the back corner, where his bed was, wiping down the ceiling, humming. He was HUMMING? Once his name was brought out, Randall looked back at the door. "OH! Mike!" A little quicker than expected, Randall was at the door, already closing it. "Glad you made it, want a coffee? Got you one too, but may be cold I dunno hopefully not," he babbled, all cheerful. Mike had to blink a few times, the lizard was changing colors pretty fast as he spoke. Mike watched as he went over to his respective trash can and fumbled with the rag he had been using. The green monster noticed the four cups of coffee on the lizard monster's clean desk.
"How many of those have you had?" Mike asked, staring at the coffee and pointing at them as if they were some foreign alien matter.
Randall placed the rag to the side, pulling lower hands behind his back and tapping his frontal lobe with one of the uppers, as if it were a hard question. "Uhh let me see, three? No four? Well, maybe seven, there were a lot of choices on the board I can't remember," he replied, again quickly, turning the shade of colors that reminded one of such a drink.
"SEVEN? Those are BIG cups Ra-"
"Anyway anyway anyway," Randall interrupted, waving all four hands to get Mike to hold off speaking. "I cleaned and swept the floor, repainted the walls, they were looking a tad depressing, dusted off the ceiling and corners, AND got the bookcase alphabetized and categorized!" he said, giving a very wide grin of satisfaction. Mike just noted that Randall's four hands were each pointing at all the things he mentioned, one hand for each, making him look like a weird crossroad sign. "I'm just about done with the dusting! As soon as that's finished we can pick up with that chapter on the door frames!" Randall replied with glee, even when Mike held up a finger to get a word in. He whipped about heading for his bed. "I feel GREAT! We could probably finish the WHOLE BOOK today!"
Mike wanted him get up on the bed again, dusting like there was no tomorrow. With a somber sigh, he dragged himself over and took a coffee that was set aside, shaking his head as he started for his own bed. "I hope the Coffee Closet has a "cut-off" policy somewhere," he hoped.
(You know, a thought occurred to me that may explain if Randall does have a thing for coffee. Doesn't it settle people's nerves? I mean you go through a shocking experiencing or something and somebody offers you a warm cup of coffee to help stop the shaking? As hinted at in this bit...maybe Randall becomes a regular consumer because it helps settle his nerves and control (at least in his adolescents) his blending ability?)
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Post by pitbulllady on Feb 25, 2013 20:28:02 GMT -5
LOL, wired, super-hyper Randall on a cleaning spree...really funny, in like, a somewhat scary sorta way. Kinda like Felix Unger on meth.
But yeah, that's the irony about coffee: caffeine is a stimulant, like speed, but other ingredients in coffee have a calming, soothing effect. It depends on the userdrinker; the more used to this stuff you are, the more you get that calming effect, and part of that probably is psychological, too. I can drink an energy drink in the late afternoon and can't fall asleep that night for the "jitters", but drink a cup of hot coffee with the same amount of caffeine and sleep like a baby. Still seven cups, of MONSTER WORLD coffee at that, which is like how they serve coffee down in Cajun country, is gotta have a pretty bad effect on one's heart rate, again, like doing coke or speed.
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Post by RandallBoggs on Feb 25, 2013 20:33:57 GMT -5
I'd figured he'd do SOMETHING with all that hyperness, especially in somebody that young. Maybe he would have plastered the wall with research papers and had figured out how transdimensional travel really works...then again again things would have gotten really weird. ....then again it's college, surprising things can happen 0_0
Oh good, so my theory has some grounding after all. The amount was for humor but I think young, intelligent people who find something to bolster their abilities will splurge a bit too much hehehehe.
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Post by RandallBoggs on Feb 26, 2013 20:19:03 GMT -5
Mail (With the thought of Sullivan and Wazowski's possibility of ending up in the mailroom beforehand, a thought for an ending of MU came to mind. I DO think there is potential in Sullivan and Wazowski losing the Scare Games and not getting into the program...but in the end they work themselves up. (and.....maybe through a certain person's recommendation (*wink wink*) and another certain person's position (*claw claw*)...they make it) Anyway, this is a proposed ending that leaves things on a "we're going to be ok" note (or so they all think) )
Sulley sorted the mail, working right beside Mike. They smiled to one another as they got continued to work. This wasn't their dream job but...they'll get there. It would just take time before some openings came up. Mike had, seemingly, found peace in venturing into being an assistant. Sulley, on the other hand, had the talent for a scarer. Maybe in the end they would be paired up as a scare team.
"Sullivan!"
Sulley turned away from the pile of mail on the desk him and Mike were working on, looking at his boss, a tentacle monster with so many arms it was easy to see how he was promoted so fast.
"Yeah Frank?"
"I've got a batch for Floor F that needs to be distributed," Frank began, watching as Sullivan's face lit up. This was one of the things he looked forward to in this job, and Frank may have picked up on it. It was delivering mail, sure, but it was on the SCARE FLOOR, the place he wanted to be. He could see the ones who had made it, see them prepare for a great day of scareing humans...oh he would give anything to see the action happen.
Sulley looked over at Mike, who shrugged. "Ahhh you big lug go ahead...snag us some coffee while your up there," he told him, patting Sulley on the shoulder. He knew Mike wanted to come along, but it was a one-person job and he knew how much Sulley wanted to go. Turning back to his boss, Sulley nodded. "Got it boss!"
Elevator, a few hallways later (it was almost maze-like the first time he came up), he was approaching the cutaway into Floor F. He hadn't been on this floor yet, which made it even more exciting. Who knows where he would end up if he made it into the position. It could be the floors he saw earlier, or it could even be this one! Sulley had to stop himself from rushing, from spilling mail off the cart, as he made the turn. The dispatcher was looking at an old tabloid that looked months old. Creepy person, Sulley hurried onward to the floor. Most of the scarers were in, with their assistants. It was just like the other floors, but Sulley was still excited. The scareboard...the door stations...the rail to the vault...the desks, the chairs! Oh wait, work, right. Sulley swallowed the lump in his throat and began passing out the mail, straight down the line. Lets see....Mr. Ranft...oooh big guy, no mouth though, friendly....Mr. Luckey....Sulley couldn't tell with this guy...where was his face? Mr. Rivera...Mr. Peterson...Mr. Gabel...Mr. Boggs...huh funny. Sulley stopped at the next station. Boggs? Why was that name familiar. Turning to face the station desk, Sulley saw it's occupant was facing away, most of the body hidden by a chair. The scarer had the phone in one hand and was talking on it. Sulley had thought to just leave the mail on the desk, but his boss always told him to hand deliver it when he went top side. Why was that name and the voice familiar?
"Look, they can just pass on the extra door files to the dispatcher. Yes. Yes, I can handle them, I've already filled my quota for the week." Sulley heard scratching noises. Was the scarer writing something too as he was talking? Mr. Boggs leaned over toward the receiver. Good, he was finishing. "Yeah....yeah. I got it. Yeah, I'll sign for them after my shift, thanks." the scarer finished, aiming to hang up and settling back in the chair.
"Oh by the way," he added, moving the phone again. "Tell the department I'm still looking over those potential replacements for my assistants...yeah that's right. Ok bye," the scarer finished, hanging up.
After a moment, Sulley realized he had to announce himself. "Uhh...Mr. Boggs your mail." "Heuh? Oh good," Boggs replied, getting out of the chair in a weird way, and beginning to stretch. "I wanted to look through it all before-" The scarer got up and made his way around the chair, opening his eyes after craning his neck to come face to face with James P. Sullivan, only the desk between them.
Sulley's eyes went wide. RANDALL? It was RANDALL BOGGS? Randall was equally surprised. James P. Sullivan?
The two stared at each other for a long moment. It had been a few years since college, since training, since what happened. Sulley and Mike failed to win the Scare Games, but they were determined to work their way up. Randall, as far as they knew, was still in the scare program. What they didn't know is that with his knowledge and talent he had made his way into a scarer position rather quickly. Neither imagined they would run into each other again. Here they were standing on opposite sides, seemingly like always now, staring. A part of Sulley, now that he thought about it, was...glad Randall had made it. He was such a geeky guy, from what he recalled, and though they had their differences and complicated past, Sulley was glad. He couldn't tell what was going through Randall's mind, other than surprise. Was he still mad? Was he still holding things over their heads? Some part of him guessed that whatever it was, it was more complicated than he could understand.
Regardless of what it was, Randall recovered first. Eyes went to his mail and a hand went over to retrieve them with little resistance from Sulley's. He started flipping through them, there was only a couple, not glancing up until the very end. It wasn't a malicious glance, or one that imparted any hatred. There may have been a small...almost smile. It was brief, but it was enough of one to tell Sulley that he was...content. Sulley inclined his head a little as if to acknowledge it. The smile returned briefly as Randall's eyes went upward in a way to say "in all the scarefloors you came to this one". A moment later, Randall looked down the rest of the scarefloor, then back to Sulley. He nodded his head in that direction, indicating Sulley to get back to work. Sulley let a small, soft laugh escape, shaking his head and pushing his cart as Randall looked at his mail again, inwardly thinking that there may be some candidates for his new assistant after all.
It was brief encounter, but one they each, now that it was over, felt they needed. They were ok.
(I think the brightness in Sullivan when he gets the chance to go on a scarefloor would be a highlight to see in animation...)
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Post by RandallBoggs on Mar 4, 2013 21:24:02 GMT -5
Glasses (Based off the pic I did several weeks ago, before others cropped up, though I'm unsure if anybody got the meaning behind it.)
Randall settled at his desk, a single light shining on it, contemplating. Technically, it wasn't his desk, it was the fraternity's, but for now it was close enough. The rest of the frat members were over at a party at the JOX fraternity, leaving him alone. It wasn't intentional, he had wanted to go but a part of him said to stay behind, he had to think on things. It was just as well, Johnny was looking into recruiting Sulley, and seeing how he might do around a fellow fraternity, Randall was unsure how to react. Sulley was a jerk by most standards, and his relationship with Mike made him...uneasy around him.
No, Randall was focusing on more important matters. Yes, being with the fraternity, with friends, and having fun were many of the goals he had when coming into college. But, he was facing a few realities that came with the popularity.
Reaching into his jacket pocket, he took out a rather large purple and gold case. Curiously it seemed way bigger than the pocket could hold, but Randall never questioned it. Laying it on the desk, he opened and took what was secured inside, holding it between his upper hands.
When he first came to the university, he was nervous. It was natural, but he was nervous about one too many things. Could he handle the classes? Could he handle being on his own? Would he really have fun? Would he make friends? Could he keep them?
Would he have to make sacrifices?
Would he change? His time with Mike had settled his nerves a little. Nice enough guy, but with some qualities that didn't match up to his own, but that was to be expected. Both were dedicated to be scarers, and had the know how to boot. But practicality was something else. For the knowledge he had, Mike wasn't going to make it. He just...wasn't scary. Randall wouldn't admit it to him though. He didn't want to hurt Mike's dream, didn't want him to know it was aimless. But...that also applied to him. Randall knew he had the knowledge, more than Mike did. He may have been nervous, but he focused on the task when it needed to be done. Being near-sighted wasn't too much of an issue. A scarer was, for the most part, up close and personal. Still, that didn't stop the doubters, and he hated that.
Observing the glasses between his upper digits, Randall wondered what to do.
He had never worn them around his fellow fraternity members. It was by accident, or circumstance, that he wasn't wearing them when he was spotted to be initiated. They had no doubts about his prowess, aside form his relationship with Mike. Randall was obviously familiar with being labeled as a geek or a spaz because of the simple accessory. He knew it was stupid, knew it was petty of others to think that way.
Problem was...he was starting to think that way too.
Subconsciously, while his upper hands held his glasses, his lower ones gripped the Roar Omega Roar jacket around his chest. Would he lose the respect of his fellow members when he showed there WAS a, by their standards, "geek" part of him? There seemed to be a lot of ribbing between the whole "jock and nerd" thing...would he get in the middle of it? Maybe it didn't matter, he already was.
It was like a farce, or like the theater. Around Mike he'd wear them and be himself. Around his fellow frat members he'd hide them like some embarrassing secret. He was being torn. Torn between who he was, and who he was turning into to keep what he had.
Honestly, in a moment like this, he had no idea who the heck he even was.
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Post by RandallBoggs on Mar 8, 2013 21:48:57 GMT -5
Win (Occurs, obviously, during the Scare Games. Particularly before the scene we were shown in the japan trailer. At this point, we see Randall up against Sullivan in some competition...if it's really one involving running, Randall's obviously the winner hehehe. Anyway, considering the degree of things, picked the triathlon. Considering Sullivan is shown biking in Infinite...guessing Ran's not going to be picked for that one. Swimming? Maybe. But running? Oh yeah. I think at this point we see Randall's competitiveness. While Randall's no cheater...he's no slouch either...)
"Next up in the Scare Games...the triathlon!" The announcer blared out the next competition from the speakers, exciting the crowd to see the next event unfold. It had been an engaging game this year, with an unexpected underdog coming from the pits of defeat. Oozma Kappa had been keeping up with the other houses, far more than they had in the other games. But, the opinion that was starting to float around was that OK was being carried by one of their newer members, James P. Sullivan. OK had always done well on the academic end of the Scare Games, but failed horribly when the athletic and practical competitions came up, leaving them in the dust. This time, however, they had a monster who was strong, one with the constitution to handle the house's weakness. Sulley began conversing with his house, realizing this next competition was one of deciding factors in the games, it would be worth a lot of points to the house who'd win, and they could sure use it, if only to take later pressure off. As the discussion went on, the house decided Sulley would do best. He may not be the fastest runner, then again he did fair enough running from MI security, but he had the strength to push through this task. In the end Sulley relented.
The crowd wasn't the only group murmuring about the "carrier" of the Oozma Kappa house. Their opponents for this competition were realizing it as well.
Johnny rubbed his chin, looking over the triathlon. Speed was important, maybe even the deciding factor. The university had set up a course that involved testing a scarer's ability in both speed and strength and technique. Generally, most monsters would have an advantage in one and a disadvantage in the other, making the course both fair and exciting. Johnny was thinking to do this himself. He hadn't tried to keep Sullivan in the fraternity without a reason. He had the fortitude to carry an entire fraternity of wimps and geeks, he had talent, but Johnny wasn't going to admit that here. Roar Omega Roar was NOT going to lose, ESPECIALLY to them. "Randall," Johnny started, turning.
Randall had been sitting on their team's bench, studying their opponent's huddled group. He was aware, like his teammates, that Sullivan was giving Oozma Kappa the edge it needed to be a capable winner in the Games. He hadn't been worried through the academic courses. Any one he was involved in, alone, he had won. Nobody could match him. Groups, however, seemed to have held him back. Oozma Kappa's academic participates had done well, he admitted, but one-on-one with them he could wipe the floor, and polish it too. The only one he felt at odds with was Mike. They had studied together and both had similar passion. Shaking his head, Randall focused on the now. It was the athletic course now, not books or papers or questions. He wasn't too worried. On land, he was the fastest of the group, and he had practiced in avoiding obstacles to practically pass by them like a ghost. Perhaps what he lacked in regards to Sullivan, was strength. Sullivan practically had a better roar than him too...
"Randall!"
Randall looked up as Johnny came over, running a hand up one of his horns. "They're going to pick Sullivan for this one."
Randall shrugged, getting off the bench. The grass still felt a little wet from this morning's rain, but it shouldn't be a problem. "What else is new," he replied, flexing his arms. He knew what was coming, but preparing early wouldn't hurt.
"Guy's been a tank," the bug monster commented, gritting his incisors.
"He could just charge straight through everything!" Chet remarked.
Johnny rolled his eyes, ignoring them and focusing on the lizard in front of him. "Yeah, he's carrying that sorry excuse for a house through the whole Games. We'll have to do something about that."
Randall halted stretching. "Like what?"
Johnny smiled. "He's pushin' himself. He'll probably..."slip up" soon..." Randall narrowed his eyes. He knew what Johnny was getting at, even if it was an innocent choice of words. Johnny took a breath, looking across the field. "You should go in." Randall considered that request, and Johnny saw it on his face. Leaning in, the ROR captain whispered, "Your not going to slip up yourself are you?"
Randall took a two-step back, then forward again. "NO, I'm NOT," he said, nearly at a yell, but then in the same whispered tone. "I'm not backing down now," he confirmed. Looking over the field, he was being directly honest. Even if OK was a threat, he wasn't going to cheat, that would just be an insult to his abilities, but he wasn't going to go soft either. He was going to give it his all.
"Good. Hey Ref! We got our choice!"
Across the field, Sulley watched the referee leave Mike's said, having been told who the OK participant would be. Curious, he watched to see who he would... Sulley's face fell as he saw Johnny come up to the referee, Randall beside him. A moment later Randall moved away from the two, standing at the edge of the field, looking across...directly at him. What Sulley saw slightly spooked him. This wasn't the geek, quirky, shy Randall he saw with Mike way back in his first class at the School of Scareing. Without his glasses and with a ROR jacket on, with the slight breeze rippling his fronds, Randall looked different. He was more confident, more deliberate and focused, and slightly intimidating. Randall undid his jacket and folded it as he waited, holding it out in Johnny's direction. With some surprise on his face, Johnny took it. To Randall, he didn't want anything holding him down or getting in the way. This Randall was someone else. This Randall was here to win.
With a call from the announcer, Randall and Sulley each took to the field, walking aside the previously drawn white line that showed the starting line. When they were barely less than ten feet from each other (depending on what foot), they turned and faced the course before them, waiting for the starting signal.
"You've done a good job."
Sulley blinked. They were both looking ahead, and he was unsure if he spoke. A second later, he realized it had been Randall. Looking over at him, the lizard monster's eyes were straight, focused.
"What?"
"OK didn't have anyone who could handle these competitions...should be lucky they have you," Randall replied, his eyes never leaving the course.
"That suppose to be an insult or something?" Sulley asked, eyebrows raised.
Randall blinked, ignoring the question. "Before we start, I should tell you something."
Sulley narrowed his eyes. "What?"
Randall's iris traveled to Sulley. "I won't hold back. Against you or anyone...Oozma Kappa...or Mike." His head turned slightly to him, and he said three simple words. Randall quickly looked forward again, bracing himself. Sulley noticed and did the same, getting into a position to push off a good run.
What came out of the lizard monster seconds before was slightly croaky, like how the geeky Randall would speak. Three simple words...
"I will win."
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