Tell me the Truth or the Fat Lady gets it.. Close

Erin had no idea that some fat **** was eating some chocolate on a busted *******. She was simply placing a thread of doubt in the back of their minds, she was the obvious culprit but there was an inherent issue with the goodie-goodies, they loved their second chances, sense of justice and proof. She gave a counterproposal and they were going to feel obligated to oblige even if the logic seemed implausible. 

The plan was simple, stupid but briey effective: lock them in and theu would not be able to rat her out. A terrible plan because eventually they would be gound, even if it took a day or two. Once found, she would be in trouble for the additional offense. She was taking the painting she was interrogating with her, one less witness she reasoned.

They agreed, as she hoped and expected. With a lopsided sly grin she would lead the way if the adventurous, brave and gullible guys did not beat her to it. The door would swing open with a forceful and wide swing. "The wack job has gotta be in here somewhere! Check the stalls!" She shouted with more drama than strictly necessary. She would scan the room, the wall for something to use as a barrier to lock them in. She was encouraging them to check the stalls, to enter first and then never in her childish mind.

But plans change...

As if by providence, a stooge, an unfortunate fall-guy, some random fat dork would meander out of one of the stalls. Thinking on her feet quick she would point her little finger at Oliver and shout "there he is! IT IS HIM!" No need to lock these white knight schmucks in, she had a better story in mind.

She would rush poor Oliver, attempting to push the student back into the stall from which he exited. She would attempt to tackle him like a football player, her head low and likely in his ribcage. Her hands gripping his jacket and the seat of his pants unless he somehow avoided her with enough power and force to drive Oliver into the tile wall, cracking and dislodging tiles.

Her goal: to overpower him and stuff his head into the toliet bowl that was hopefully flushed and clear of contents. Otherwise, he can bob for chocolate frogs.

Note: all hits optional. Any hits on me, consider a success. Low evasion and luck suffice.

Oliver wiped his chocolatey fingers, still chewing as he slowly made his way to the door. God, it's stuffy in here... He slowed down as the door opened and a pack of students entered. A Slytherin, usually bad but Oliver was hoping that it'd be fine. He took about one step before realising it wasn't. She was pointing at him and shouting. His stomach curled. Why him? Why always Oliver? He groaned in sad frustration as he knew his destiny. His arm reaching for his wand but he was too slow, he didn't even get close to it. She gripped him and he was too weak to do anything but slap her back with the lightest, most ridiculous whacks. Before he knew it, her strong arms had pushed his head into a toilet.

Wow.

This... this is actually quite refreshing...

Oliver pretended to resist so she'd give up on him, but the young boy was enjoying the cold water cooling him down. The smell wasn't very strong but thank the lord it wasn't two stalls down, Oliver had left a stinker in there a week ago and it was really starting to stench the room, the flusher incapable of dealing with it.
He waved his arms and yelled as the water washed over his face and hair. This was definitely the best bullying Oliver had ever received. Wedgies, locked in dark rooms, homework stolen right before class, you name it, few things haven't been done to Oliver by now.

He cried out, grasping Erin's ankle and holding onto it, trying to pull away. "H-HELP!"

To Alex's surprise the other Gryffindor was actually enthusiastic about all of this, he wanted to tag along, eagerly. Unlike Alex himself who was pretending to be excited about all of it, odd, maybe the kid had the same idea as him and started pretending too? A fun game for sure, but still surprising. They headed out, following Erin through the corridor aligned with screaming pictures and after several turns and twists they got there. Alex trying his best to make a mental image of how they got there, but he already had forgotten, surely he will do better on the way back... Surely. With a wide and forceful swing Erin came in busted in, pausing for a moment and then started yelling

""there he is! IT IS HIM!""

"What? What does she mean 'its him'? Wasn't she behind all of it to begin with? I thought we were chasing an imaginary vandle to make her feel better.."

That defiantly took him by surprise, he didn't even consider an option where she'd actually throw the blame on someone else, thinking back, that might have been the plan all along which flew right over Alex's head. Then again, even if it was actually him, how would he be able to get there so fast? Was he rolling the whole way? Is that a thing? He reluctantly entered the bathroom, he wasn't consciously hiding his reluctance as much anymore, just sort of forgot.

"Um who--"

Before he could finish his thought Erin darted in and pushed the somewhat rounded kid into one of the stalls and started shoving his head into the toilet. Alex rushed after her, stopping by the entrance and just staring. It took him a while before he actually understood what was going on, was this girl always like this? If he really was the culprit it'd be one thing, it'd be justice but, he wasn't, clearly wasn't! Alex took a step in attempted to grab onto her shoulder, the one with the arm that forces the kid's head into the toiler and pulled against it, hard.

"Hey! That's enough, so he ruined some paintings and pooped in front of some professor's office, so what?"

He caught himself telling her off, his expression at that time, for a brief moment flashed with anger. His father used a term once before when when he was much younger 'Tough Love', Alex still not fully comprehending what it means hoped that it was exactly that, maybe this way she'd see that she has done enough to the poor kid. Alex's face settled back and went back to its usual relaxed state, his expression no longer flaring and his eyes are no longer budging. He cleared his throat.

"Lets get out of here, I'm hungry, are you hungry?"

He tried to resolve it peacefully, he tried to show her that he's still on her side, he was a bit concerned to see what the other Gryffindor would do now that everything started getting heated, he didn't want anyone to get into trouble nor did he want this to escalate any further, though knowing himself he'd probably get into way worst trouble if this presists

[[OOC: Whether he'd succeed on stopping Erin or not, he'd still say the same thing]]

Like noble yet completely gullible steeds, the three of them set off toward the bathrooms. Anatole watched everything with prying eyes to make sure that something even more unfortunate did not occur if he had his back turned for only a moment. Once again, this girl was dangerous. A force to be reckoned with (and to mess with paintings, apparently). With a sigh, he followed along swiftly, noting that if he could handle Anita Norwood, he could handle whoever this little devil was.

And a devil she was.

Anatole wasn't sure how to define it himself, but there was something sinister...but also innocent. It was only playing, right? No serious harm?

"There he is! IT IS HIM!" Quick to the chase, the girl launched herself at the poor chubby child. Anatole grit his teeth but didn't dare interfere. They were like puppies and would only tackle each other for fun...right?

Well, what a coincidence. The chubby one got tossed into a stall himself and blabbered off a scream for help. Anatole had never experienced a so-called "swirlie" in his young life so far, and was thankful it hadn't occurred as of yet. He just hoped all the contents in it were already flushed. The stench of the abandoned bathrooms made Anatole choke and wished he had never entered or turned around that corner or found that girl fooling around however she liked. It was all too dangerous.

Placing his shirt on the bridge of his nose to block the smell, Anatole realized he had no choice but to break it up for the good of the both of them. Following the other Gryffindor's tactics, the tan one charged into the stall and grappled the other shoulder, daring to reach toward the boy to pry her fingers from his clothes. "Let him go already. Not kidding!" With white knuckles, he tried to coordinate his efforts with the other one. Hopefully, it paid off.

[insert Anatole/Alex's success of prying her off or eventual surrender (Erin, I'll let you decide Anatole's success/failure)]

Exasperated, the boy fell out of the stall a little nauseous. The other boy changed the subject once everyone caught their breath. Food...FOOD? Food at a time like this? Food at a time where Anatole was on the brink of puking his guts out into one of these toilets from the sheer smell of this place? "God...I...I wish I could eat..." He couldn't help but lie down on the musty, moldy floors. "...but I'm tuckered out."

It was a good excuse, really, but the last thing Anatole wanted to do was eat.

OC: You know I hate winning, Alex.

IC:
She did not expect to find anyone else in here. This was meant to be.

Erin rushed poor Oliver, the little girl made a better linebacker than wizard. Oliver folded beneath her, a token thwack to the back that she barely felt. Bullying was an instinct for the girl, cliches were banal acts and for her this was simply a logical progression of events. She was half done with dunking his head in the drink when she realized what she was doing. Of course a revelation was not a deterrent as her fingers knotted into his hair and she pushed him down harder into the water. 

Oliver pretended to resist...

The kid was F'd up.

Slimy, potentially chocolaty hands wrapped around her ankles, granting the boy the leverage to pull his head above the water line. With a gasp of air, a splash of water that made Erin instinctively recoil but not release him. It was long enough for the Ravenclaw to get a mouthful of air and cry out for HELP.

Alex seemed to consider swirlies a form of justice for the 'guilty.' But culpability was relative in the Slytherin's mind. Everyone was guilty of something, she felt no remorse or regret but she was a selfish, short-sighted little girl.

"Hey! That's enough, so he ruined some paintings and pooped in front of some professor's office, so what?"

Alex shouted, she did not know him well enough to identify the sharpness in his tone but she felt it, That flare of enmity that washed over her, albeit brief made her toes curl. She felt something. It distracted her, her grip loosened on him, her weight still on him but she was not well-balanced. Well, that was just an excuse really, something that she was going to tell herself to make her feel better. Alex had grabbed hold of her shoulder, he was almost as strong as her which was somewhat uncommon. Anatole would grip her other shoulder, with their strength combined Erin had no chance. 

"Let him go already. Not kidding!"

Anatole warned. She did not get the same feeling from Anatole that she got from Alex, still a novelty of course. She felt or at the very least perceived concern, trepidation and exasperation. With a violent motion she was ripped off the unfortunate youth, a splash of awful water hit her face causing her stomach to churn and her gastric contents to nearly revolt. She would swallow back the bitter bile as she wordlessly fell into them and more than likely crashed into the floor. She was dizzy and disoriented for a moment.

"That was neat," she exhaled. A strange reaction to being ripped off a fat kid that was being bullied. She was not looking at either of them, in fact she was looking past them as the residual passions she felt from the both of them throbbed a few moments after. Their intervention was hardly a discouragement, she reveled in their reaction and the intensity of their sentiments. "That was fun," she unintentionally slipped without realizing. Her head ached, had she hit it on the way down. Probably.

"Lets get out of here, I'm hungry, are you hungry?"

As quickly as Alex's temper erupted, it receded back into whatever hidden place it shot out from. It was disappointing, she loved it when they got mad. It meant something mattered. It eliminated the sense that she was simply a watcher, even if the experience was still via a proxy. She wanted more, her avarice knew no bounds. By now Oliver would have likely surfaced and for some strange reason these two boys seemed intent on protecting the fatty. 

"God...I...I wish I could eat..." 

Anatole was not interested either.

 "...but I'm tuckered out."

A platitude for an excuse. Everything went from a boil to a tepid pot within seconds. It frustrated her, an emotional addict. She did not see this as Alex trying to give her an out, of course as far as she was aware he had the insight of a soulless, thoughtless suit of armor and the acumen to match. "But-- HIM" she complained with outstretched finger as she attempted to get her bearings.

Oliver took a huge inhale as soon as he was released, shaking his soaking face like a dog as he got his air back. He stayed on his knees, he didn't mind the form of bullying but the fact it happened brought tears to his eyes. The aggressiveness towards him when he never conflicted a wrong on anyone in his whole life.
He turned and looked at Erin, trying to understand her. God, she's ugly. He couldn't understand the joy she obtained from all of this, the fact she said it was fun made him angry. The other two boys seemed good, they were Gryffindors, surely they had some sense of morality within them. They probably couldn't contain this girl completely so they were following her to prevent her from going overboard.
Even though he could now go for his wand, he didn't want anything more to do with Erin however, he just wanted to go back to his dorm room. The exit to the cubicle blocked by three students, Oliver would have to go over them. If we walked, she could grab his ankle and trip him, so he decided for an alternative movement method.

Oliver took off in a gallop on his hands and feet, legs bent. Not a crawl, not a weird, high-butt straight leg crawl either, a gallop. He gracefully moved along the floor, and passed over Erin completely, his tummy hung to her and passed over her body, till it wiped across her face. He turned right and sped out of the room, reaching up for the door handle instead of standing, still presumably galloping in the corridor.

It seemed like it worked, Erin was pulled back out of the cubicle, though only at that point Alex realized Anatole was helping him, seems like he didn't take her stunt very kindly either. The girl went down quite easily, he didn't expect any less. They didn't seem to be up for his offer for getting some breakfast though, it was a bit disappointing, all of this could have been over right there and then, but then something Alex couldn't expect happened. The toilet kid got on all fours and started running away, he basically trampled through Erin and pushed Alex away in the process, knocking him off balance and sending him to the ground. It took a brief moment for Alex to realize what had just happened...

"Wh-what just happened... Did that fu**er just push me? I helped him out of that toilet! Did that rolly polly looking piece of sh** just shove me aside to make his escape?!"

He didn't realize it yet but he was growling, teeth clenched and fingers bent as if trying to grip something while the palms were planted onto the floor, his eyes were fixated on the majestic pig making his exit out of the bathrooms. Alex with a sharp motion pushed himself off the ground, shoulders deepening down as if he gave too much force for the push and then straightening up again, head hanging low, then raising up a bit after his body.

"I... I will deal with that fu**er later."

He somehow managed to hold himself back from chasing after the kid like some rabid animal trying to catch his prey. Not knowing what to do with his anger, he made a sharp turn towards the cubicle and punched the door frame connecting the two cubicles. It wasn't pretty, his fist didn't land properly either and now it hurt too. Though it managed to help him release some of that anger, he wasn't as upset anymore, he could think again, he knew that if he got so heated up, what would happen to the girl, she got the worst of it after all, though despite him somewhat calming down, he wont object to her targeting that kid anymore, heck, he might even help her depending on his mood.

[OOC: disclaimer; text in italic are thoughts]

OC: It has been 10 days since the last post in this thread, before a moderator closes this thread I am going to move on. 

IC: 

Oliver shook off the filthy toilet water and the large droplets of water felt unnaturally slimy and thick. Erin could feel an unknown appendage inside of her clench up and recoil and the globules of water rained down on her after she was yanked back. She would land on her backside, pain shooting up from her tailbone to the base of her skull. Her back arched and the back of her head hit the dirty floor next with a resounding crack that would leave her disoriented. She would make an unintelligible noise as she made impact. The saw stars for a moment, a flash of light then her sight was blurred. She felt as if she was moving but she was not, the room was simply spinning.

She made a comment she never intended to make. Next thing she knew, Oliver would make a break for it. The soaking wet mongrel would tear out of that stall, trampling over Erin as he did so. His rotund midsection slapping her across the face and momentarily suffocating her as her shoulders were still pinned by Alex and Anatole. She instinctively struggled of course, the lack of air granting her an autonomic sense of panic. This was probably the worst possible way that she could die. She tried to scream but no sound to pass through the indomitable wall of blubber. The worst possible way to die.

Alex would be knocked back, his grip on her shoulder relinquished as a foot to her gut knocked the air out of her in a big woosh. Alex would crash onto the ground, not having far to fall but still a disgraceful maneuver all the same. Erin would gasp for breath, her solar-plexus hit during Oliver's triumphant escape. 

Erin's dominant arm free, she would attempt to shove Anatole off of her. She was too breathless to say anything sarcastic or witty at first. She was going to turn on Anatole, make him regret taking the 'wrong side.' It had nothing to do with an affection or a loyalty towards Cloverfield but rather Anatole was closer and therefore an easier victim. She did not care if the fat **** got away, he would not be able to run fast or far. She would deal with him later.

She would not have regained her wind before she felt the floodgates open, it was as if a tank of water was punctured, a steady stream would erupt from the hole draining the tank but the glass was cracking. Spurting from these rough spider-web like delineating lines was more water. At least that was what she had seen in her mind's eye: a cracked tank and a free meal. 

It was distracting. Enamoring. Utterly satisfying.

Her sight was still blurred, she blinked thrice and her sight started to recover. The boy lacked an outlet, as some do. He would punch the wall of the stall, the small space they shared would shake violently. Alex might have entered a self-perpetuating cycle of anger with that impulsive act. He was looking for a channel to release that welling anger that was near climax. Violence, an act of aggression was an escape however, the pain of a sprained or broken hand would likely only re-engage him.

Erin was absolutely be okay with this fact.

If free of Anatole's grip she would attempt to stop Alex if he took chase. He was utterly delicious.No, she wanted to see where this would take him, well them. She half forgot the disgusting spray of bowl water, the indignity of being trampled and whatever it was that had brought her here in the first place. "Ugh," she complained. "Think he is getting away..."

It has been nearly a month since any of the participants: Alex, Anatole or Oliver have posted since my last post. I am going to assume for the sake of completion that Erin stormed off on her own angry and disgusted by Oliver's lard.