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ajremixFirst attempt at Vic. I hope it's not terrible.
Title: Freelancer Academy: Public Announcement
Fandom: Red vs Blue
Rating: PG-13 for language
Word Count: 971
Characters: Tucker, Caboose, Vic, Church
In response to: antipathic
Summary: In their attempt to track down Church, Tucker and Caboose enlist Vic's help. Much to Church's public humiliation.
"Dude, this place is fucking posh. How the hell do you expect us to find him?"
"We could always asked somebody?"
"Who're you gonna ask? Look around, Caboose- there's no one here!"
And, true to Tucker's words, Freelancer Academy (even the name was fucking posh) was practically a ghost town- campus. Ghost campus. "Maybe they're still in class," Tucker thought aloud to himself because talking to Caboose was generally an exercise in futility. "That sucks, man. Everyone should be out of class by now."
"Oh, Tucker- ooh, ooh!" He tugs at the other boy's shirt sleeve like an overexcited puppy. "Maybe we can ask a teacher person!"
"Sure, Caboose. Whatever." He followed Caboose this far, may as well see it to the end. Tucker steered the two of them to the largest building on the grounds since, if all his years of watching television had taught him anything, the bigger the building, the more important.
Even the inside was pretty deserted and were it not for the muffled voices coming out from behind classroom doors Tucker would've thought no one was actually there. He had to keep a hand clenched around Caboose's wrist to keep the idiot from bursting in on a class and asking incoherent questions. They finally found someone sitting in a room, not looking busy, so Tucker knocked on the door.
The man turned, his surprise turning into a grin, "Hey- looks like we got some noobies up in here!" He sounded like he was talking through a straw stuck up his nose. "What can ol' Vic do ya for?"
"We're looking for someone. Church. Leonard Church," he added because who knew how many Churches were in this place.
The man looked at them oddly. "You mean the Director?"
The wha? "Dark hair, glasses, kind of a know-it-all, bossy dick?" At the continued blank expression, Tucker then supplied, "He's about our age."
"Oh, you mean the Director's son. I gotcha. Lessee," his face scrunched up in thought, as if his brain were perform some extreme exercises in his skull. "The last class of the day will be out in about five minutes so I guess I could do a quick little run on the PA an' let him know you're here." Vic rolled his chair to the sound board, flipped some things, plugged in other things and then reached over to tap the microphone which caused a nearby speaker to squeal. "Yoyoyo, mic check in the hizzous! Got a special announce-a-mondo for the baby boy of the school-io! Junior Church- ya got some visitors from the outside, come to… ya know. Visit ya. And stuff. "
Vic was shoved away from the mic as Caboose yelled into it, "Church! It is your all time bestest friend! I hope you missed me! But not so much that you were sad. Maybe just missed me a little bit. But more than you missed Tucker. And also- MY VOICE IS REALLY LOUD ON THIS THING!"
When he managed to wrestle the mic back, Vic said, "So yeah- they'll be waitin' in the AV room. So come get them. This is Vic Vickerson with a super special surprise announcement signing off! ……peace!"
Not a minute later the door to the AV room was slammed open and there stood Church with his face beat red and eyes wide and furious behind his glasses. At sight of Caboose and Tucker he spat out, "What the fuck are you assholes doing here?"
"Church!" Caboose ran at the dark haired boy and probably would've hugged him were it not for the fact that Church had picked up a chair and held it like he was a lion tamer. "ChurchChurchChurch- I am so happy to see you again!"
"How did you even find me?"
Tucker snorted. "Dude, you're talking about Caboose. He's like some freaky-stalker-bloodhound when it comes to you. Also we might've checked all the other schools in the city already."
Church had Caboose's head caged by the chair legs, forcing him out of best-friend-hugging range. "And you?"
"Well, at first I came along to make sure Caboose didn't fall down a manhole or something, but then I figured it was a pretty good excuse to see what kind of hot-ass ladies the others schools had." Tucker paused to leer at a couple of girls passing by. "And let me say this school probably has the finest honeys around."
"Okay, one- never say that anything like that again. Two- seriously never ever say anything like that again. Three- you do realize all the students here have juvie records, right? Including the girls? And a good percentage of them are from acts of violence?"
"Hey, I'm good for some kinky shit. Depending on what kind of kinky shit they're into."
Church's eye was twitching and it was surprising how nostalgic that was. "You two. Out. Now. And for the love of God, never come back. I left the Gulch to get away from you."
"No, you didn't. You left because Papa Church wanted you at the Academy."
"Vic- who invited you in this conversation?"
The man raised up his hands and gave an 'I'm so intimidated!' wiggle. "Hey, dude- if you don't want me dropping with the eaves, then maybe you should take your little convo out of my AV room."
"Also!" Caboose finally got his head untangled from the chair, "Are there cookies at this school- that would be so awesome."
For a moment Church just stared at him, then at Tucker. Finally he set the chair back down and said as if it pained him violently to do so, "Fine. I'll show you around. But don't talk to anyone, try not to embarrass yourselves and do not embarrass me. More so than you already have."
All in all Tucker was sure there were worse reunions.
Title: Freelancer Academy: Public Announcement
Fandom: Red vs Blue
Rating: PG-13 for language
Word Count: 971
Characters: Tucker, Caboose, Vic, Church
In response to: antipathic
Summary: In their attempt to track down Church, Tucker and Caboose enlist Vic's help. Much to Church's public humiliation.
"Dude, this place is fucking posh. How the hell do you expect us to find him?"
"We could always asked somebody?"
"Who're you gonna ask? Look around, Caboose- there's no one here!"
And, true to Tucker's words, Freelancer Academy (even the name was fucking posh) was practically a ghost town- campus. Ghost campus. "Maybe they're still in class," Tucker thought aloud to himself because talking to Caboose was generally an exercise in futility. "That sucks, man. Everyone should be out of class by now."
"Oh, Tucker- ooh, ooh!" He tugs at the other boy's shirt sleeve like an overexcited puppy. "Maybe we can ask a teacher person!"
"Sure, Caboose. Whatever." He followed Caboose this far, may as well see it to the end. Tucker steered the two of them to the largest building on the grounds since, if all his years of watching television had taught him anything, the bigger the building, the more important.
Even the inside was pretty deserted and were it not for the muffled voices coming out from behind classroom doors Tucker would've thought no one was actually there. He had to keep a hand clenched around Caboose's wrist to keep the idiot from bursting in on a class and asking incoherent questions. They finally found someone sitting in a room, not looking busy, so Tucker knocked on the door.
The man turned, his surprise turning into a grin, "Hey- looks like we got some noobies up in here!" He sounded like he was talking through a straw stuck up his nose. "What can ol' Vic do ya for?"
"We're looking for someone. Church. Leonard Church," he added because who knew how many Churches were in this place.
The man looked at them oddly. "You mean the Director?"
The wha? "Dark hair, glasses, kind of a know-it-all, bossy dick?" At the continued blank expression, Tucker then supplied, "He's about our age."
"Oh, you mean the Director's son. I gotcha. Lessee," his face scrunched up in thought, as if his brain were perform some extreme exercises in his skull. "The last class of the day will be out in about five minutes so I guess I could do a quick little run on the PA an' let him know you're here." Vic rolled his chair to the sound board, flipped some things, plugged in other things and then reached over to tap the microphone which caused a nearby speaker to squeal. "Yoyoyo, mic check in the hizzous! Got a special announce-a-mondo for the baby boy of the school-io! Junior Church- ya got some visitors from the outside, come to… ya know. Visit ya. And stuff. "
Vic was shoved away from the mic as Caboose yelled into it, "Church! It is your all time bestest friend! I hope you missed me! But not so much that you were sad. Maybe just missed me a little bit. But more than you missed Tucker. And also- MY VOICE IS REALLY LOUD ON THIS THING!"
When he managed to wrestle the mic back, Vic said, "So yeah- they'll be waitin' in the AV room. So come get them. This is Vic Vickerson with a super special surprise announcement signing off! ……peace!"
Not a minute later the door to the AV room was slammed open and there stood Church with his face beat red and eyes wide and furious behind his glasses. At sight of Caboose and Tucker he spat out, "What the fuck are you assholes doing here?"
"Church!" Caboose ran at the dark haired boy and probably would've hugged him were it not for the fact that Church had picked up a chair and held it like he was a lion tamer. "ChurchChurchChurch- I am so happy to see you again!"
"How did you even find me?"
Tucker snorted. "Dude, you're talking about Caboose. He's like some freaky-stalker-bloodhound when it comes to you. Also we might've checked all the other schools in the city already."
Church had Caboose's head caged by the chair legs, forcing him out of best-friend-hugging range. "And you?"
"Well, at first I came along to make sure Caboose didn't fall down a manhole or something, but then I figured it was a pretty good excuse to see what kind of hot-ass ladies the others schools had." Tucker paused to leer at a couple of girls passing by. "And let me say this school probably has the finest honeys around."
"Okay, one- never say that anything like that again. Two- seriously never ever say anything like that again. Three- you do realize all the students here have juvie records, right? Including the girls? And a good percentage of them are from acts of violence?"
"Hey, I'm good for some kinky shit. Depending on what kind of kinky shit they're into."
Church's eye was twitching and it was surprising how nostalgic that was. "You two. Out. Now. And for the love of God, never come back. I left the Gulch to get away from you."
"No, you didn't. You left because Papa Church wanted you at the Academy."
"Vic- who invited you in this conversation?"
The man raised up his hands and gave an 'I'm so intimidated!' wiggle. "Hey, dude- if you don't want me dropping with the eaves, then maybe you should take your little convo out of my AV room."
"Also!" Caboose finally got his head untangled from the chair, "Are there cookies at this school- that would be so awesome."
For a moment Church just stared at him, then at Tucker. Finally he set the chair back down and said as if it pained him violently to do so, "Fine. I'll show you around. But don't talk to anyone, try not to embarrass yourselves and do not embarrass me. More so than you already have."
All in all Tucker was sure there were worse reunions.
