The Faculty

[sweetiedomme31]

Hey guys, I just love this movie and I can't wait to recreate it with a sexual theme. If you've seen the movie, or just want to have some fun, this is the thread for you. There are many characters so join in! Here are some characters (If you want to play, but need a description of the character you want, just mention that):

Marybeth Louise Hutchison (I will be playing her, she is the only unavailabe character)

Delilah: Beautiful, preppy captain of the cheering squad. Bossy but seductive. Dating Stan.

Stokely: Dark, gothic, loner. Loves to read sci-fi novels. Thought to be a lesbian but is straight. Crush on Stan

Casey: Dorky but cute misfit. Photographer for school paper and likes science. Crush on Delilah. Discovers the aliens.

Stan: Handsome captain of the football team. Gets bad grades but quits team to get better ones. Dates Delilah.

Zeke: Handsome but quiet druggie. Abandoned by parents and sells drugs and other illegal things to get money. Very intelligent but doesn't show it.

Miss Burke: Dorky, akward English teacher. Has huge crush on Zeke. After aliens, she is a bitchy, dominating, seductive beauty.

Principal Drake: Nice but uncaring leader. After aliens, she is the organizer of the alien posessed faculty

Nurse Harper: Gentle nurse who is turned into sexy alien. "Takes care" of the students.

Coach: Demanding and unkind coach of the football team turns into nicer with his team but violence loving.

*This is a first come first serve thread, however, if you want to play and there are no more characters, please feel free to make up your own teacher or include another teacher from the movie.

 

[Quiet_Cool]

Nice idea, I'll take Zeke...

 

[sweetiedomme31]

Bump

Hey quiet_cool, thanks for joining. I'm just worried that we're not gonna get enough people. Oh well, if we don't we can just set this up between us.

*Bump back to the top*

 

[cgraven]

sweetiedomme31 I’ll take the part of the coach who has learned to be nicer to his players but has a violence in hi love making, where his need to dominate still is there. If you get enough takers.

 

[Quiet_Cool]

When's this gona take place? Meaning, within the storyline. Will we start with the beginning of the movie and work our way through?

 

[sweetiedomme31]

Well, I'm thinking we could start *around* the begining, although in the true begining they all hated each other. Probably around the scene where they're all gathered in the science teacher's room. You know, where they're not exactly friends but they know each other and all. However, if you think it's better to start earlier than that, we could do that too. Let's wait till a few more people join in, then we can get started.

 

[cgraven]

Sorry I am not that familiar with the movie. But if I can be of assistance here I will be more than glad to play. Just PM me dear and let me know where you would like me to come in and what you want of the character.

 

[Vailyn]

I'll take Delilah

This will be a fun twist! Never played a cheerleader and she's smarter than she people think. I liked her part in the movie.


Delilah: Beautiful, preppy captain of the cheering squad. Bossy but seductive. Dating Stan.

Will either watch the movie again to refresh my memory or find a narrative of it online to brush up on it.

Btw, I like cute Casey. <grins>

-V

 

[sweetiedomme31]

Almost ready!

Hey everyone, we're almost ready to start, just need a few more of the main characters and we'll be good to go! Here's a list of the taken characters and the ones who are still available:
Marybeth: Taken

Delilah: Taken

Stokely: Available

Casey: Available

Stan: Available

Zeke: Taken

Miss Burke: Taken

Principal Drake: Available

Nurse Harper: Available

Coach: Taken

All the new guys who just came in, thanks and welcome. Anyone who is interested in joining, you're free to choose the remaining characters but we especially need *in order of importance* a Stan, Casey, and a Stokely.

*cgraven, I think you'll be fine with the part of the coach. It doesn't take much understanding of the movie, just basically, act like a coach . Your main interactions *in the movie of course, in this thread they are up to you* are with Stan and other members of the staff.

 

[Quiet_Cool]

Okay, I have a Clea DuVall bias...

If you don't mind a guy playing her, I'll take Stokely. I've got a thing for Clea DuVall. BIG thing. One of those, have you ever seen sucha beauty type things...

That cool?

By the way...who's playing Miss Burke?

 

[Mistress Jorja]

Miss Burke

The shy, mousy English teacher who has always had a spot in her fantasies for Zeke. Her quiet personality and the fact she always has her nose stuck in a book have never given her the chance to be the lusty, busty sex kitten she’s dreamed about being. That is...until one day…

 

[twodogs]

well i got no idea what were doing , i will take stan if still open

 

[sweetiedomme31]

Ready to start

*Quiet_cool I got no prob with ya playing Stokely, if you like her that much, how could I say no?

*twodogs You can have the part of Stan but this thread is based on the movie "The Faculty." Stan is a major part and I would suggest watching the movie first.

Ready to start!

Marybeth walked towards Herrington High on her first day of school in this new place. Her long, blonde hair flowed behing her as she walked with her books craddled in her arms. As calm as she looked, inside, her heart was pounding. Being from Atlanta, things in the north were quite a bit different. As she neared the school, she saw a girl sitting on steps, looking just about as dazed and confused as she was. "Hi," she said sweetly in her southern accent, "My name is Marybeth Lousie Hutchison of Atlanta. I'm new here. Do you think you can show me where the office is?" After a few moments, the girl lifted up an arm and pointed her thumb in towards the building. "I could have figured that out," Marybeth thought to herself, but she thanked the girl quietly and commented on the color in her nose ring. She wandered into the school, looking around at all the new faces she hoped would accept her. Pulling a piece of paper from one of her books, she read her locker number and pushed her way through the crowd until she found it. Almost immediatley after finding the locker, she also discovered the boy with the locker next to hers. He was very tall and very handsome. She saw him slip what looked like drugs into the hands of another student and the student, in return, slip money back to the boy. Embarrassed, she turned away, hoping he hadn't seen her. But she couldn't help noticing him, she didn't want to forget him.

 

[Quiet_Cool]

Zeke

As the girl approaches, I debate whether to hide the small pens I held, filled with scat, from her. She might tell, afterall, and I can't have Miss Burke crawling up my ass again. I decide not to hide it, and pretend not to notice her as I hand the guys the pens, taking the money with my other hand and tucking it into my front pocket. As I glance to her, wondering if she was looking, I see her look away all of a sudden. Trust and be trusted? I wonder.
I let it go and hpe for the best, moving down the hall at a liesurely pace. As I go, I see Casey wandering by, being chased again by a few members of the football team, but not too aggressively. He would probably get away.
Behind them, Stan watches, less than amused. To my right, against the lockers, Stokely glances over at Stan, watching him as he passes, her head held low, eyes divertive as if she doesn't want to be seen.
As I move toward the front doors, I her the screaming of a dark haired girl, who walks sideways, facing her boyfriend and shouting angrily in his ear. He raises his hands in a "I can't believe this shit!" gesture and shouts back.
Another day at Herrington High, I think, exiting to find more buyers on the lawn.

 

[Horndog04]

anyone mind if I join in? Just tell me whatever roles are left and I'll try to pick up

 

[cgraven]

Coach Willis

Damn you bunch of loser either you get your act togehter or you’ll all being doing extra laps. Stan you better put more concentrating in to it or we might as well forget wining the big game this Friday. Christ they are all that stands between us and another State championship. Now hit the showers.

Coach Wills is fuming at the pathetic performance to the squad during practice, didn’t they realize how important the game was? He is tense and, fuck he wants to kill something, pacing back and forth trying to workout his anger. Then in desperation for release attacks the team bench sending it and the coolers flying. A shadow fall over him, his voice is gruff and abrupt.

“What do you want, can’t you see…………..”

There is a look of terror in his eyes as he begins to back up.

 

[poohlive]

nerd alert.

"No, No, No, No!"
He was actually more worried about hiscamera equpment than his own balls. Spread eagle, the jocks rammed him into the flag pole, laughing as he was dropped on the ground.
Casey quickly felt something drop from his nose. Blood again? He held back the tears, not just from the embarrassment, but the pain itself. His entire groin ached and wailed.
Finally picking himself up, Casey grabbed his things scattered across the grass. His lunch, his books, and most of all his equipment. After a quick check he realized things were fine.
Still trying to hold his dignity, Casey walked into the bathroom. Then, he grabbed as much toilet paper as he could to stop the bleeding.
Did they have to pick on him?
Yeah, sure, he was a dork and a nerd, but who wasn't? Well, ok, Jocks weren't.
Stupid jocks.
He wiped his face away, hearing the first bell. A quick look in the mirror, to make sure no tears or blood was on his face, and he was off to class.
Another day.
(I'll take Casey, if you didn't know)

 

[Quiet_Cool]

Stokely

After Stan goes by (I hardly noticed, honest), I see Casey staggering toward the boy's room again, his nose bleeding. He isn't walking so well, so i figure it must have been the flagpole again, or something like it. The jocks did that all too often. Why didn't they learn to just leave him alone?
I shrugged it off, moving toward my home room. As I wander in, I get the awkward stares of the three cheerleaders in the front row and glance away. Once I'm passed them, I can hear them giggling and whispering to each other.
It doesn't bother me, really it doesn't.
Not at all.
Not even a little...

 

[cgraven]

Coach Willis

I had had a busy night and had paid a visit to Principal Drake and had shown her the peace and contentment that I had fond. No more fear or frustration but a peace and feeling of belonging. The teachers lounge was empty and I nearly drained the cooler in my thirst. I turned as I heard the door opening.

 

[Mistress Jorja]

Miss Burke

The shrill first bell echoed through the hallways, drown out mainly by the clang of lockers and the shouts of voices. I made my way to D102, giving the stragglers, who were leaning against the lockers, as sharp a look as I could muster, and hurried quickly into my room.

I let my eyes linger over what I presumed to be Zeke’s dark form at the end of the corridor, before firmly closing the door to the classroom. Some obsessions were getting just a little too out of hand. And anyway, he could have any girl in the school, I assumed. I was never even an option. But still…a girl could dream.

Silently, I took role. Delilah, Stan, Zeke, and a new transfer student Marybeth were all missing. Cutting, no doubt, because most of them knew they could get away with it in my class. One of these days though, I was going to come down on them...hard…once I worked up the nerve to, that is.

“Act 1, Scene IV. Your typical Verona street. Romeo, Mercutio, and Benvolio are all returning from the Capulet’s party,” I said, flipping open the thick textbook to the Shakespeare section, trying not to be affected by the student’s groans and yawns.

“We pick up at one of the most well-known parts of the play. While discussing the nature of dreams, Mercutio launches into the infamous Queen Mab speech.”

’ O, then, I see Queen Mab hath been with you.
She is the fairies' midwife, and she comes
In shape no bigger than an agate-stone
On the fore-finger of an alderman,
Drawn with a team of little atomies
Athwart men's noses as they lie asleep;
Her wagon-spokes made of long spiders' legs,
The cover of the wings of grasshoppers,
The traces of the smallest spider's web,
The collars of the moonshine's watery beams,
Her whip of cricket's bone, the lash of film,
Her wagoner a small grey-coated gnat,
Not so big as a round little worm
Prick'd from the lazy finger of a maid'

 

[sweetiedomme31]

Marybeth

As the boy walked away, obviously not caring whether I had seen him or not, I tried to fill my backpack with the books that I needed. It was very difficult because I had to look at my schedule every half second, then count the books and notebooks and such. Just as I zipped up the zipper, the bell sounded. "Great," I thought, "What a fabulous impression I'll make on my first period teacher." I looked at my schedule once again to see who the teacher was and saw the name "Miss Burke" written on it. "Hmmm," I wondered, "Maybe she'll be nice." I began searching for the class, looking at every room number as I went along. On my way, I noticed a few other students who were either just late, like me, or didn't intend on going to class at all. On boy I saw was a handsome, curly haired jock wearing a varsity jacket. He really didn't look too happy and I wondered why he wasn't in class. Even if he wasn't, shouldn't their be other girls who were cutting class hanging all over him? Or guys leaning against the lockers, joking, and talking about girls and football? I also saw a girl covered in black makeup wearing black jeans and a shirt who. She was standing off in a corner and she seemed to be watching the other guy. She didn't look very happy either. I thought she seemed lonely but I didn't think she would like it very much if I talked to her. She seemed to want to be alone. I finally found my class. As my hand reached out and grasped the doorknob, I thought about the kid who was dealing drugs out of the locker next to mine. I had seen him go outside, probably looking for more customers, and I wondered what he was up to. "Be different Marybeth," I tried to tell myself, "This is a new place, you don't have to be the same old book crazy girl you used to be." With that in my mind, I looked first over one shoulder, then the other to make sure that no teachers were there. Then, I briskly walked towards the door. Once outside, I scanned the student parking lot and saw a long, lanky figure leaning on a car. I figured that it must be him. I strode up to him but he was facing away from me and didn't see me coming.

"Whatcha doing?" I asked.

 

[Quiet_Cool]

Zeke

I turned, seeing the girl standing there.
"Shouldn't you be in class?" I asked. Then, realizing how stupid a question that was (especially given the fact that I should have been in class as well), I didn't bother waiting for an answer.
"Well," i began, smiling at her, looking her over quickly in the process. "I'm one of those guys who help others to...expand their minds, in the tradition of Herrington High, of course. So, what's you name?"

 

[Quiet_Cool]

Stokely

I slipped into Miss Burke's class a little late, not bothering to explain, and I knew, as much as she wanted to, she wouldn't bother to ask any questions. I slipped inot my seat at the back of the room, hearing more whispers, like I had during homeroom. I blew them off again, pretending I didn't hear them at all.
As Miss Burke continued to read the Shakespeare passage I'd interrupted when I entered, I opened my book to a random page and stuck my copy of Amazing Stories inside. SHe knew I wouldn't listen, but I decided a while back to at least portray the appearance of respect.
Withing minutes, I barely heard her. I could, however, hear more of the voices, whispering behind me. Cheerleaders, I thought, ARen't they...like...so cool?
I rolled my eyes, throwing them a sharp glance, then looking back to my magazine.
They grew quiet as I looked at them, then, when I turned away, they giggled, and one whispered, "I think she likes you. Maybe you two can be lovers..."

 

[Mistress Jorja]

Miss Burke

Barely glancing up as Stokely walked in and took a seat in the front, I knew she and I had a silent understanding. In many ways we were alike. Each our own person, and each repressed and unliked for doing so. But, so different from me, she had learned the valuable lesson of speaking up for yourself. Only in my silent fantasies was I so outgoing and bold.

Tugging at the tightly fitted pinstripe suit that I wore, I played restlessly with the neckline, cut far too low for what I was comfortable with. Shakespeare was the furthest thing from my mind as I continued reading.

I was slated to meet the coach in the faculty lounge later to get more information on the sports articles I was overseeing as teacher administrator of the school newspaper. There was something about a rugged, conditioned man that always got my heart beating. If only I could still the pounding just long enough to do Mercutio justice…

 

[sweetiedomme31]

Marybeth

"I'm Marybeth Louise Hutchison. I just came from Atlanta after my parents died in a car crash," I said, deep, deep down knowing it wasn't the truth but giving the words just enough charm and sadness to make them seem real. I sat down on the back of his car with him, getting very close and pushing my shoulder against his jokingly.

"So, since I'm new, how does someone at Herrington High... expand the mind?"

At that, he held up a finger, instructing me to wait for a minute and reached into his pocket. Eventually, he pulled out some of the pens I had seen earlier. They were filled with a white powder.

"What is it?" I asked, staring into his open hand.

"It's scat. My own recipe. Wanna try some?"

I glanced into his piercing brown eyes then back down into his hand. I needed an excuse, quickly. I looked deep into his eyes and told him, with humor in my voice that I was allergic to asprin.

"This stuff would probably kill me," I said, placing my hand on his leg.