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Laws Of Motion
Topic Started: May 3 2015, 11:02 PM (1,209 Views)
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((Jerry Fury continued from Hypotenuse Murder Mystery Case))

"RUN FASTER!" Jerry yelled at the top of his lungs, between huffs and puffs as he sprinted past the girls. Goddamn, those two underclassmen had been hogging his lane. If they were going to do something like that, they could at least have the decency to keep up a decent pace. Keep up a pace, and not a full-length conversation.

Crap. Now I gotta recover the air I just spent shouting. Shitshitshitshitshitshitshit

Still, Jerry loved running. Man, did he fucking love running. He loved running so much that he hardly cared that Ramsey was, in his opinion, the worst of the P.E. teachers at Cochise. Yessir, give him Mr. Parkinson any day of the damned week. That man actually coached all of his kids and loved to hear whatever Jerry had to say, not like this bitch who wouldn't so much as give him the time of day for being too tall, not doing chin-ups or whatever and for having a dick.

Jerry spared a moment to look behind him. The girls weren't that far back, but if he put in an honest effort he bet he could probably lap their asses. He shook his head and faced forward, letting the wind catch his hair and make it bounce as it was wont to do.
Edited by MK Kilmarnock, May 10 2015, 02:11 AM.
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For a moment there, Jerry thought Ms. Ramsey was calling him. He looked without breaking his pace, but that couldn't have been right. Miss Ramsey wasn't in the direction the voice had come from. What was more, she wasn't even looking at him.

Well, figures. She never does.

It took the voice continuing for him to figure out it was one of the two girls he passed. Sure as hell wasn't the mousey girl from math class, so it was probably Irene, and boy did that voice hurt his ears. What burned more, though, was what she actually said.

Bet I can't lap you, huh? Not if you're not actually RUNNING! Jerry thought, bouncing in his stride before leaning into a full-on sprint. It was gonna blow him up doing this, but he was pretty sure he could keep it up for most of a whole lap. Should be enough to give him the results he wanted. Might also give him enough space away from those two.

Hell yes! You're the beeeeeest around! Ain't nobody ever gonna getcha down...
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Didn't take long, maybe a quarter of the way into his mission of lapping those two, that Jerry figured he had probably been duped. It was a heavy boast, one that he figured he shouldn't have tried to follow up on. However, he did manage to accomplish his primary goal, which was to get away from those two slowpokes... who were picking up the pace, it seemed. Figures.

Jerry heard Irene's swearing and rolled his eyes. It didn't have anything to do with the swearing itself. Jerry prided himself on swearing like a motherfucking sailor. It was more the fact that Irene was Ramsey's little lapdog who could commit murder in the first degree and probably get away with a detention just so long as she did it in Ramsey's gym class.

Huh. I wonder if there's cameras in the gymnasium. Never seen one before...

He found his chin tilting upward, but once the tell-tale footsteps of somebody approaching from behind sounded, his chin was tucked and his legs kicked back into full-gear.

It suddenly occurs to me that running in circles is fucking boring. Why won't she let us run on the school perimeter? At least there's more to look at than somebody else's butt. ... That's a dude's butt. Probably shouldn't be looking at that. It's gross and dumpy anyway.
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Ha! Fatty! You can never have too much cardio!

Jerry mentally chided somebody as he ran past, taking pride in being able to outpace most of his fellow students... and, and this was the important part, he could keep that pace too. Could have been the running to school day and running back home too. Little exercise would get these guys and gals a long way, especially the ones who decided to sit around on their ass and play video games and watch animoo or whatever the fuck they were doing these days, Jerry thought to himself.

That translated to baseball, too. People could think what they wanted of Jerry, for all he cared... or at least part of him did, anyway. He knew he was one of the fastest runners, one of the bravest when it came to stealing bases, and he wasn't the varsity first baseman for nothing. Indeed, if there was anything he was sure of, it was that he was definitely a great athlete.

But that part of Jerry that didn't care what people thought was just as powerful as the other part of him... which cared. It cared a whole lot. Jerry was no stranger to the fact he talked a big game just about 24/7, so it should have made sense he'd do everything in his power to back it up. On the baseball diamond it translated pretty well, with Jerry focusing every effort on catching the ball, throwing the ball, hitting the ball... everything was about that fucking ball. He liked baseball because he was good at it, and lately he was starting to think that was the only reason.

His real passion was fighting. He loved MMA, but the trouble with it was that, for some reason, he just wasn't proving to be any good at it. As he constantly reassured himself, he was a crack athlete, a surefire bid to win in a race or simple contest, but something was holding him back in MMA. He loved to brag that he was a fighter, that he had several professional fights under his belt. He always neglected to mention his record.

One day that was going to change. One day he'd excel at what he loved, not only love what he excelled at. Yeah, then they'd see. First, he had to start winning. First, he had to get that ball rolling.

First, I have to catch up to these two AGAIN christ almighty, it's like they're not even running!

It honestly seemed that way, for in his thoughts Jerry noticed he was catching up significantly to Alice and Irene again. Not that he was right behind them, or even a hundred feet behind them... but he felt he was much closer than he should have been for not sprinting like he had intended to. Hell, those two were so attached at the hip in their conversation that if Jerry really kicked it in gear, he realized Irene probably wouldn't leave Alice behind... and he could DEFINITELY pass Alice, no questions asked.

Ha... looks like I can show her a thing or two after all, Jerry smirked, taking a couple of bounding steps that would lead up to the kickoff, the injection of turbo, the big takeoff-

"FURY!"

Jerry nearly fell onto his goddamn face when Ramsay called for him to come over. She never wanted anything to do with him (or anybody else that wasn't rearing and ready to become a gymnast, for that matter), so what she could have wanted now was beyond him. He gave a quick look off to the side, a pointing gesture self-targeted as if to say 'who, me?' in response. It wasn't quite the most unlikely thing the world, given that there were a couple of other kids with the same last name in Cochise (curiously, he was related to neither of them - his parents had no clue about the families). Unfortunately it was a hopeless notion because neither of them happened to be in this class. Yes, 'Queen Ramses' was talking to him.

Mooooooooootherfucker.

He slowed to a walk and plodded off in her direction, standing before her.

"Nurse wants you."

MOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOTHERFUCKER.

Jerry grumbled and left the gymnasium without a further word, wondering if it was about those immunizations he was sure he could get away without. He coulda sworn he read somewhere that those things caused autism or some shit.

((Jerry Fury, ridin' a horse off into the sunset elsewhere))
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