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If you haven't heard of anything called "The Boondocks," I've decided to take a risk and add a few reference videos to help you understand the personality of the characters (THE REFERENCE VIDEOS ARE JUST THAT... REFERENCE VIDEOS! PLEASE DON'T BAN ME!!!!!).
(YOUTUBE REMOVED THE VIDEOS)
The Boondocks: Jazmine’s Confessions.
Part 1
-Huey is currently in math class. As usual, everyone is talking as if the teacher isn’t there. He pulls out the draft for his book-in-the-making, called “How to Start a Revolution,” when he notices a piece of folded pink scrap paper under his desk made out to him.
“What the flying fuck? …Embrace your unrelenting temptation?” Huey sat down the draft as he began to ponder the various meanings this “s1imple line of words” could have. Lately, all he truly has been doing is thinking.
Ever since “Granddad” became the legal guardian of Huey and his brother, Riley, he retired and moved from the rough streets of Chicago to Woodcrest. The ten-year old leftist revolutionary has ever since been trying to adjust to the new “quiet suburban life,” in which he had to leave several of his friends. Seven years have past since that day, and he is now enduring his 12th grade year.
“Now what in the blue hell could this mean,” he asked in confusion as he sat the paper down on his desk. “Embrace your unrelenting temptation…someone must have dropped this here by accident…or may be sending me some kind of encoded message or something.” Huey then noticed a two small letters on the bottom of the paper, in the initials of J.D. “Engraved in a gold gel pen…maybe I should keep this until I figure out who it belongs to."
As he placed the paper in his back pocket, the bell sounded. He grabbed his jacket, placed the book draft in his backpack, and unpacked his stun gun (in due event that any secret government agency officials trying to “ambush” him…which has happened before) before walking through the school exit. When he looked up at the clouded sky, he couldn’t help but think back to the mysterious paper left under his desk.
“Who would leave something like that on my desk? I know that it’s not the FBI, since they’re supposed to be invisible. Maybe it’s a riddle of some sort…or a philosophical saying perhaps…” Huey was always the philosophical type. If he wasn’t sending memo’s out via internet to his “connections” to start a protest, gathering resources to build his armory, which consists of a Generation 4 Tactical bullet-proof kevlar vest, a long-lasting stun-gun, two tranquilizer guns, an automatic pellet gun with laser sighting (which he remodeled to shoot at the speed of 900fps (almost as fast as a silenced 22) a remarkable speed), and his black power fist (which was constructed from internet instructions and is capable of delivering thousands of imperialism-stopping voltage), which he used in his fight against Bushido Brown (a bad-ass who is Opra’s personal body guard), or even working on his zine, he always seemed to be thinking of something philosophical in nature.
He continued to his bus, which was already half full. Taking his seat, he began to study the handwriting on the said piece of paper. As he examined it, two females that he usually sees during lunch sat behind him and started “flirting.”
“And why do you want me to…come over to your place again,” said one of the girls. She was of short stature and had blond hair, which was tied back with a black scrunchy.
“I want you to help me with my…science project, Mypsy.” She slowly leaned in towards Mypsy and began to gently nibble at her bottom lip.
“Will you two get a room, or get to the back of the fucking bus? I’m trying to concentrate here,” Huey said as he turned towards Mypsy and Layette impatiently. Layette was tall in nature and had the figure of a goddess. Her hair was brown and she wore glasses, which further complimented her looks. She was adept at science and engineering as well, so her “claim” for needing help for a science project could be a “mixed bag…”
“God, you’re a party crasher, Huey,” Mypsy blurted as she slowly leaned in towards Layette’s face.
“Seriously, can’t you two wait until you get home…depending on whose house you’re going to?”
“Not really, no. And besides, I thought guys liked to watch this type of stuff…”
“In case you haven’t noticed, “Mypsy,” I’m not the average guy. Hell, I usually ignore everything like this, but I’m trying to concentrate on something here, so can it or move to another seat...”
“You really need to lighten up, Huey. Hell, you need to get laid, at that.” Layette began to look Huey deep in his eyes. “I mean, you’re one of the only cute, and sensible, boys in the school who doesn’t fawn over women as if they were Goddesses or something like that. Let’s say…you come and visit us later today? I could make arrangements and…help you come up with ideas for that zine of yours…”
“I think I’ll pass, thank you very much.” The doors to the bus close as everyone grounds themselves to their seat. The engine began to rumble to a start and the driver put “her” in gear. Soon, the bus was in motion.
“You’re one hell of a party crasher, kid,” Layette said as she urged Mypsy to follow her to the back of the bus (where the driver has a bad view and where very few people like to sit). The bus continued its path downhill, where it began to make its main stops.
“This is going to be a long ride,” Huey sighed as he continued to study the paper.
If you haven't heard of anything called "The Boondocks," I've decided to take a risk and add a few reference videos to help you understand the personality of the characters (THE REFERENCE VIDEOS ARE JUST THAT... REFERENCE VIDEOS! PLEASE DON'T BAN ME!!!!!).
(YOUTUBE REMOVED THE VIDEOS)
The Boondocks: Jazmine’s Confessions.
Part 1
-Huey is currently in math class. As usual, everyone is talking as if the teacher isn’t there. He pulls out the draft for his book-in-the-making, called “How to Start a Revolution,” when he notices a piece of folded pink scrap paper under his desk made out to him.
“What the flying fuck? …Embrace your unrelenting temptation?” Huey sat down the draft as he began to ponder the various meanings this “s1imple line of words” could have. Lately, all he truly has been doing is thinking.
Ever since “Granddad” became the legal guardian of Huey and his brother, Riley, he retired and moved from the rough streets of Chicago to Woodcrest. The ten-year old leftist revolutionary has ever since been trying to adjust to the new “quiet suburban life,” in which he had to leave several of his friends. Seven years have past since that day, and he is now enduring his 12th grade year.
“Now what in the blue hell could this mean,” he asked in confusion as he sat the paper down on his desk. “Embrace your unrelenting temptation…someone must have dropped this here by accident…or may be sending me some kind of encoded message or something.” Huey then noticed a two small letters on the bottom of the paper, in the initials of J.D. “Engraved in a gold gel pen…maybe I should keep this until I figure out who it belongs to."
As he placed the paper in his back pocket, the bell sounded. He grabbed his jacket, placed the book draft in his backpack, and unpacked his stun gun (in due event that any secret government agency officials trying to “ambush” him…which has happened before) before walking through the school exit. When he looked up at the clouded sky, he couldn’t help but think back to the mysterious paper left under his desk.
“Who would leave something like that on my desk? I know that it’s not the FBI, since they’re supposed to be invisible. Maybe it’s a riddle of some sort…or a philosophical saying perhaps…” Huey was always the philosophical type. If he wasn’t sending memo’s out via internet to his “connections” to start a protest, gathering resources to build his armory, which consists of a Generation 4 Tactical bullet-proof kevlar vest, a long-lasting stun-gun, two tranquilizer guns, an automatic pellet gun with laser sighting (which he remodeled to shoot at the speed of 900fps (almost as fast as a silenced 22) a remarkable speed), and his black power fist (which was constructed from internet instructions and is capable of delivering thousands of imperialism-stopping voltage), which he used in his fight against Bushido Brown (a bad-ass who is Opra’s personal body guard), or even working on his zine, he always seemed to be thinking of something philosophical in nature.
He continued to his bus, which was already half full. Taking his seat, he began to study the handwriting on the said piece of paper. As he examined it, two females that he usually sees during lunch sat behind him and started “flirting.”
“And why do you want me to…come over to your place again,” said one of the girls. She was of short stature and had blond hair, which was tied back with a black scrunchy.
“I want you to help me with my…science project, Mypsy.” She slowly leaned in towards Mypsy and began to gently nibble at her bottom lip.
“Will you two get a room, or get to the back of the fucking bus? I’m trying to concentrate here,” Huey said as he turned towards Mypsy and Layette impatiently. Layette was tall in nature and had the figure of a goddess. Her hair was brown and she wore glasses, which further complimented her looks. She was adept at science and engineering as well, so her “claim” for needing help for a science project could be a “mixed bag…”
“God, you’re a party crasher, Huey,” Mypsy blurted as she slowly leaned in towards Layette’s face.
“Seriously, can’t you two wait until you get home…depending on whose house you’re going to?”
“Not really, no. And besides, I thought guys liked to watch this type of stuff…”
“In case you haven’t noticed, “Mypsy,” I’m not the average guy. Hell, I usually ignore everything like this, but I’m trying to concentrate on something here, so can it or move to another seat...”
“You really need to lighten up, Huey. Hell, you need to get laid, at that.” Layette began to look Huey deep in his eyes. “I mean, you’re one of the only cute, and sensible, boys in the school who doesn’t fawn over women as if they were Goddesses or something like that. Let’s say…you come and visit us later today? I could make arrangements and…help you come up with ideas for that zine of yours…”
“I think I’ll pass, thank you very much.” The doors to the bus close as everyone grounds themselves to their seat. The engine began to rumble to a start and the driver put “her” in gear. Soon, the bus was in motion.
“You’re one hell of a party crasher, kid,” Layette said as she urged Mypsy to follow her to the back of the bus (where the driver has a bad view and where very few people like to sit). The bus continued its path downhill, where it began to make its main stops.
“This is going to be a long ride,” Huey sighed as he continued to study the paper.
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