William Marsh was easily one of the worst boys in his class, a habitual bully and delinquent, he used his prodigious muscular development at his young age of thirteen to get what he wanted, when he wanted it. It wasn't so much that he needed the little weeds' money - his dad was a damn senator so he got everything he needed already.
Middle School wasn't anything to him. High School was all that really mattered, so he could indulge himself here all he wanted with his dad's charitable donations covering him.
He just loved the feeling of being more grown up, more strong, more powerful than them. He was, in many ways, an addict to that feeling, that rush. Such was where we join him today, bullying the little guy whose parents only just settled in. Gypsies, he understood it, a people who were as far as he and dad were concerned, thieves. For some reason, his usual gang of Sasha - one of the only female delinquents at the school -, Dave and Ross were not willing to pick on this one.
"Gimme your money, you Gyp. Its not really your money, after all, so I'm just making sure it goes back to the community." He advanced and the kid fell backward.
The kid started to scrounge around in his back pockets for something. Was he wising up or...
The Gypsy Kid took out what looked like a piece of paper, and stammered out, "Y-Y-You like feeling older and big and s-s-strong so much, fine! I curse you!"
William looked like he was all set to break out laughing. He waited with a dark grin on his face for the curse to make itself apparent. "Well, looks like you're all outta juju. Maybe settling in robs you of your powe-"
The paper seemed to turn to ashes that suddenly flew into William's face, and he coughed and sputtered, giving the gypsy boy time to escape. By the time William's sight cleared, the gypsy boy was nowhere to be seen. "Dammit..." He had to wonder what the hell that was. He would need to make sure that kid paid for that shit.
He searched high and low for his target, but could not find him.
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The gypsy boy, named Jake, sighed and climbed out of his own locker that he had hid himself in. He sighed dejectedly, he had really messed this one up. Even though it'd probably eventually bite his bully in the ass, he was getting more of what he wanted.
For Jake's amateurish curse had been cast to, whenever William acted in a delinquent way, or indulged in his maturity - be it to screw Sasha, incidentally his girlfriend, or to otherwise indulge himself, he would age three years. Likewise if he smoked, or did anything that was improper for a young boy of his age.
He guessed it'd start taking effect as soon as Will acted out again.