First Time Free For All: British Invasion
An IRC Adventure By Melrae
Authors note and Info on St Trinian’s: St Trinian’s stories are based on some drawings from England. They made five movies four in the 50’s and 60’s and one in the 80’s St Trinian’s is an English boarding school for girls. The girls in question right now are 18 years old.
St Trinian’s has set their school on fire a couple of times and have hooked up the fire trucks water hoses to a gasoline line. The British Army has tried to restore order to the school many times only to be forced back by the girls. The Department of Education has given up on the school as well. The St Trinian’s girls have broken into the offices many times, and they run their own betting room. They also robbed a train, fought off a Sultan and his sons. Smuggled jewels across Europe while on a school sporting trip, they won at the sports, only by cheating. They left a trail of broken bodies in their wake. As said by the school’s headmistress, "It is not our girls who have to look out the world when they leave here. It is the world who has to look out for our girls."
Now the disclaimer: Jim and Blair don’t belong to me *I Wish* They belong to Pet Fly Productions. The Girls of St Trinian’s are based on drawings by Ronald Searle no infringement is intended, no money is made or changes hands. Relax guys this is just some fun. *g*
Jim parked the truck next to the Anthro building and went up to Blair’s office, when he got up there Blair was no where in sight or smell. Which was odd since Blair had told him that morning that he was meeting with some students from England.
Jim walked outside and extended his hearing as far as was possible on the noisy campus. Faintly he heard a cry, "jim, help me." Jim ran in the direction of Blair’s voice.
As Jim rounded a corner he almost ran over Blair. Who at first looked terrified but when he recognized Jim relaxed and then clutched at Jim, "Jim we have got to get out of here now! Those students from England. They are all girls and they _want_ me. It’s scary, Jim. Please you have to help me."
Jim started to laugh, then his hearing picked up on a voice. "He must have went this way girls. Com’ on. We’ll get him. Just make sure the dorm is clear for when we do." *British accent*
Jim sensed that his friend was in big trouble helped him back to the truck. When he heard a triumphant shout.
"THERE HE IS"
Jim turned around and saw the hunters of Blair. There were about 12 young women all dressed in what looked like a school uniform. Black loafers, white knee length socks, white blouses, and the skirts were navy blue and _extremely_ short. Jim heard what appeared to be the leader, say "Look girls looks like the Prof. found us another toy for tonight."
Jim took in the situation and saw no other recourse but to retreat and hope that they didn't know where he and Blair lived. He and Blair got in the truck and retreated.
When they got far enough away Jim looked at Blair. His hair which was tied back this morning looked like it had been pulled out and individual locks hung limply around his face. His sapphire blue shirt was hanging off of him in tatters.
Blair’s jeans were in similar shape. "Blair what happened with those girls?" Jim asked. Blair looked a bit pale and dazed. "I don't know Jim. One minute I'm being introduced to them by the dean in my office. Then he leaves and it's like I'm the blue plate special they were all over me, man." Blair continued, "Jim those aren't girls, they are hormone high demons. They started to fight over me, trying to tear off my clothes. I managed to get away from them and get outside. Then the leader of that troop said, 'let’s chase him down, girls.’ They started to sing some song, it went something like this: ‘Girls of St Trinian's put your armor on, pick up a weapon never mind which one.’ I really didn’t catch all of it I was kind of running at that point trying to find a place near the Anthro building so you’d find me, but they couldn't."
Blair noticed that Jim wasn’t driving to the loft, "Um, Jim where are we going?", Blair asked.
"If these girls want you this bad, then you're going to the station and filling charges against them. Maybe then we could get them deported or something. The chances of protecting you are better at the station." Jim reached around and handed Blair his gym bag. "Put my sweats on I don't want a mob there."
Blair complied, "Jim I hate to burst your bubble but they are here on diplomatic papers."
"Blair how did 12 eighteen year old girls get diplomatic papers? That is another reason to go to the station. I want to know more about this girls school." Jim looked at Blair dressed in his sweats and forced down the laugh that wanted to come up. Blair had pulled the sweats over the tatters of his own clothes but the sweats were enormous on the young man, Jim would have to keep Blair sitting down because if those sweat pants fell down at the station he'd have to rescue Blair from another pack of hormone demons.
At the station, Jim accessed the INTERPOL Database looking for information on St Trinian's School for Girls while he had Blair searching the ‘Net for the same info. Blair’s search of the internet turned up nothing. Jim’s search of the INTERPOL Database turned up a little Jim turned to Blair, "Hey Chief I found something."
Blair walked over to Jim tugging the gray sweatpants back up before they slid down too far. "So Jim what did you find out. The ‘Net search turned up nothing."
Jim gave an icy glare to one of the women in bullpen that was looking at Blair like a dessert. "Well, Chief it seems that this school has a record of suspicious activity."
"Such as?" Blair asked pulling up a chair closer to his Blessed Protector.
"Well, most times it's an individual that will have a record but it seems that for this school suspicious activity is the norm. Since the 1950's the law has been trying to figure out the school. Any man that goes in doesn't come out. There have been attempts to put women undercover but they too turn up missing. No one can pin it to the school though. None of the students will say a word. Get this, back in the 50's there was a unit of the British Army assigned to protect the town from the school. They had one simple mission get in the school and keep the girls on campus. The Army never got past the front gate. The commander asked that the SAS go in. They got in the front door and were never heard from again." Jim looked at Blair and saw that he was very pale. "Blair, Chief, come on look at me. I will not let them get you ok?"
"Sure, Jim I saw what SAS unit was sent in, the best one right? If they could do that then what could they do now?" Blair just wanted to find a deep part of jungle and hide for a year. All of this information told Blair was if those girls got him no one would ever see him again. Not even Jim.
[end so far]