jingwu
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Sophomore[M:0]
One Truth Prevails!
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Post by jingwu on Dec 10, 2007 17:41:00 GMT -5
Daniel smiled at the reply he had gotten. "Oh Capoeira, nice art, and too true. It is too graceful to be labeled simply as fighting." Daniel enjoyed finding out about others styles, it helped him spread his horizions on the martial arts. Daniel then stuck out his hand to Jason, "Well Jay, I'm Daniel, Daniel Wai, some call me the Fist of Eastern Wind, I perfer Danny." Daniel smiled in the prospect of making a new friend this day.
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Kid Tanner
New Character
Junior[M:0]
Everybody has a plan 'til they get punched
Posts: 4
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Post by Kid Tanner on Dec 11, 2007 4:58:45 GMT -5
The air was stagnant with the musky odor of hundreds of bodies. Several students were strewn about the auditorium, mingling amongst each other. The environment was tense. It seemed as if one wrong word was mentioned or if one wrong gesture was made someone would snap and a scrap would break out, in which the involved students were promptly pinned to the ground, incapacitated by the faculty. The teachers in this school were more like guards; patrolling the area, standing idly to one side scanning the area. They were the watchdogs of the school administration. Many teachers had given this student a look of contempt, and even more students looked at him with nasty scowls present on their face. What it could be, the student would never know, as right now his mind was occupied.
"So, there's punch here. But what about food?" the raven-haired youth poured himself some of the red beverage into a white paper cup. He idly sipped on the punch, making his way through the crowd carefully as not to spill his drink. There was some commotion coming from the direction he was heading, and that could only mean that a fight had broken out. Some teachers were making their way in this direction, also, only confirming the junior's suspicions. He had observed some of the tussles on his way to the punch table, but never stayed to watch. It could be because the participants were almost immediately slammed to the ground by the teachers -- or guards, rather. Something about this fight seemed different. At first the student stood back, watching the fight between the heads of other students and potential fighters. Then he gulped down the last bit of punch his paper cup, crushing it and tossing it into the fight before shoving his way through the crowd to get a front row seat. Several students attempted to shove his shoulders back as an intimidation technique, but "Kid" stood his ground and absorbed the blows without budging. The boxer emerged from the crowd and stood at the edge of a small clearing the students had made in order to watch the scrap.
He remained standing there looking quite cryptic, the hood of his track suit pulled up, obscuring his facial features and making him indistinguishable. His arms were folded across his chest, but a large, exaggerated yawn escaped from his mouth, causing him to bring a single hand up to cover it. Some student gave him looks, but he paid them no mind. He was watching the fight, and perhaps he was wrong about this fight in particular being different. Maybe it was different in the sense that nothing was happening, and that these two clowns hadn't been put down by the faculty. One of the fighters looked something akin to a crow, his long, black spiky hair and distinct nose giving the boxer, Eric, that impression. The other looked like he definitely didn't belong in a public school, let alone Hallen High. His hair was neatly combed down and his attire looked like something daddy had bought him. Looking like that he should be attending a private school. Eric's hands would form a circle and he would place them around his mouth, taunting the two fighters.
"C'mon, ladies! This isn't a tickling match!"
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Post by Mr. Peint on Dec 12, 2007 0:17:13 GMT -5
The doors would slam shut simultaneously. The loud noise echoing throughout the gym did well to silence most of the uproar of talking/yelling students. Conclusively, the teachers would take their places at the wall, standing straight up. This of course did not include two teachers who had pushed there way out of a crowd, and were now approaching two students who had began fighting. A large, lumberjackish teacher would allow his large hairy arms to take hold around the suited Junior's collar, giving him a quick and powerful knee in the stomach that would subdue him immediately. As he did this, a crew-cut medium-sized teacher would kick the other boy over onto his back, stomping down onto his stomach with a similar relentless force. The sounds of each impact caused the entire audience to wince, and it was clear at that point that the teachers were on a whole new physical level compared to the meager students. The teachers would hold the boy's by their hairs, standing on the back of their calves as to force them to stay down on their knees. By pointing the heads of these delinquents toward the podium, they basically forced them to watch.
[OOC: Just assume the teachers are better than you. You can control the teachers to allow you to stand individually, as long as you are remaining calm IC.]
*Click. Click. Click. Click. Click. Click.*
The sounds of two black high-heeled shoes leaving scuff-marks across the stage could be heard, as the secretary of Hallen High approached the podium. She was a tweety twerp. He hair was tied back in a bun, those black strands clinging to the top of her head like a migraine. Her lavender rimmed classes sat perched upon her nose, magnifying her intimidating eyes quite prominently. He held herself high, her ominous gaze sent a quiet chill over the crowd when she had finally stopped at the podium. After tapping her papers against the table in front of her to line them up, she finally looked ready to speak. This was not before the harsh sound of her clearing her throat on the improperly volumed mic caused entire audience to cringe and cover their ears. She waited for the signal that the mic had been turned down, and let her words be heard.
"Students, and faculty. I would like to welcome you all to our wonderful school!."
The teachers clapped, along with a few students who didn't feel like getting on the teacher's bad side.
"I'm sure some of you know that this is not your average school. In fact, things here will go differently than any other school that has previously existed. Naturally, there will be a few special things to make note of in the way we run our excellent educational programs. To speak more on this, we will now present Master George Halloway Peint. The founder, owner, and Head Master of Hallen High School."
A roar of applause came from the teachers. More students clapped this time, most likely out of lack of things to do with their hands. The teachers were not allowing any misconduct to occur without their immediately and merciless attention.
The secretary would flee, leaving behind the stack of papers she had brought on for the Head Master to refer too. Almost in the exact fraction of a second she disappeared on the right of the stage, a tall figure would appear on the left. This man was wearing a black buttoned jacket, dress pants, a tie, and very polished dress shoes. However, his eyes did not carry that certain class or dignity or quirk, that most people of his position had. Once he got to the podium, and turned to face the students, he seemed to be overwhelmed. A questionable smirk came up onto his face, and he braced himself by grabbing tightly onto the edges of the podium. His eyes would scan the faceless masses, as he leaned in to the microphone.
"Thank you, Dorothy." Peint would say casually. He gave a glance to the end of the stage the secretary had left off, and flashed a charming smile. Soon he let himself turn back to the students, his smirk re-appearing as he did so.
"Now then, let's get down to business; shall we?" Peint spoke clearly. He took the pile of papers in front of him, and let the sheet at the front fall to the back, before setting it back down in front of him. He gave it a quick scan, and leaned back toward the mic.
"Students! You have been labeled as useless to society, by the majority of the population. Most of you are only at this school now because you acted out, tried to strike out and make yourself known..."
A slight amount of surprise would streak across the crowd, as it was obvious Mr. Peint was not keen on 'beating around the bush'. He got straight to the point, straight to what everyone wanted to hear. Why the hell they were there in the first place.
"However, what you have succeeded in doing is bring society to a point where they are ready to toss you aside and let you rot like trash. You all have one last chance to become a functioning member of society. You all have one last chance to redeem the way your looked at, and show the world you can come through and actually push away from your delinquent ways."
Mr. Peint paused for a moment, suppressing a smile, quite obviously. He was enjoying this speech more than the teachers were, and they had begun to howl.
"That last chance, is me." Peint said sharply, "You can either straighten out now, and show the world how you changed your ways... or..."
Mr. Peint seemed almost tickled at this point, shaking a little slightly, of anticipation for his next line.
"You can continue to fight, until I finally stumble upon a punishment harsh enough that you have no choice, but to submit. Then, you can show the whole world how I changed you."
He would draw himself back, taking admiration upon the many reactions throughout the crowd. Of course, he would not speak of any of his methods just yet. He would take questions now, and then get on with the rest of his speech later.
"Now then, if there are any questions or complaints, raise your hand and address them to me in an orderly fashion."
He waited, silently.
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Ralph
New Character
Sophomore[M:0]
Why must you insist on talking so much.
Posts: 22
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Post by Ralph on Dec 12, 2007 1:41:20 GMT -5
Ralph was somewhat annoyed by the lack of seats that was apparent within the auditorium. He had been dropped off here earlier then most of the people here and had watched as the people filed in. They all had stories, all of them here for a reason. No one here was innocent. But, then again most people aren’t ever innocent. So, Ralph did what he always did he watched, he waited. More and more people had filled the auditorium and now it seemed full. It looked as if it could not contain the people that it had and could burst from the capacity, but unfortunately this was not the case. The place just became cramped and the air became thick with the smell of people. One would expect the air to become thick and humid from the sheer number of students and teachers in this place. Perhaps it had been big at one time, but now it was just getting smaller and smaller.
Ralph leaned against the wall, that some teachers would later decided to stand against and he contemplated what type of person each of these students were. Many were no different then the students at any other school and that fact just added to boredom that was growing within Ralph’s mind. His shifted his head to gain a better view of the door that everyone was entering from. His light brown hair stayed out of his face with the aid of the light blue headband he always wore around his forehead. His hair was straight and his bangs parted naturally down the middle. His eyes gazed and judged people, his light brown orbs shifting from one then to another.
Ralph nodded his head, if all went well this should be an interesting time. Ralph was glad, he had been bored for so long that he had almost forgotten how it felt to be eager for something. But, his face showed nothing of his eagerness. He just had that look on his face that was slightly too neutral to be a grin. It wasn’t a scowl either, but instead something in between. He placed his hands into his pockets of his dark grey pants. They were made out of a thin material and were seemingly inspired by the Japanese School Uniform. Ralph’s long sleeve shirt was of similar design, but with a lacing of a white cloth about a half an inch wide down the part that the collar and buttons connected. Ralph’s uniform had been black at one time. His clothes were now dark grey from use and from repeated washing, though it looked as if it was almost new in condition.
Ralph had been watching this one hawk-like guy for a while and he look like he was inching for a fight. If you were paying attention you could notice this even if you were across the room like Ralph was. The hawk-students next moves proved how much he wanted to fight, so much so that Ralph didn’t even need to think about how this was going to end up. He had picked a fight with a proper guy in a suit and the resulting scuffle ended with hem both been defused by a teacher. Too much wasted energy if you ask Ralph. There were a number of people that suck out to Ralph, but all were engaged with arriving, talking about the fight, or even just watching it. But, it was over much too quickly to for Ralph to call it a fight. Scuffle was definitely a better term.
And then it was the moment Ralph had been waiting for. The secretary-like women walked across the stage and Ralph watched her as she made her announcement and the left some notes behind. It was a good way to start, very professional though, they had waited to long to start. The students were becoming antsy and Ralph was almost bored to the point of wanting to leave. Then the important man himself walked upon the stage, the headmaster, the reason he al had to wait in this sardine can of a room. Somehow he was slightly different then Ralph had expected, but his speech was filled with the sound of how impressed he was with himself. Ralph had to admit though; he had a few good reasons to be proud, it wasn’t a bad speech, it had optimism, was straight to the point, even had a good threat or two.
Ralph decided to give the man a small golf clap, he disserved it for the hard work he had done, or the money he had spent hiring a word smith either was possible. Ralph stretched his legs and proceeded to take a few steps from the wall. His grey, white and brown sneaker felt a tad heavy at the moment. The steel toes tended to feel heavier when his legs were falling asleep. It was an odd that they made sneakers with steel toes now and days, but Ralph didn’t complain. He enjoyed having something protecting his toes. I few good steps and his legs returned to their normal blood flowing selves. He rested his shoulders against the wall once again. Ralph didn’t have any question the speech had answered everything he need to know, but he guessed he would stay to see what other people wanted to ask.
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Sero
New Character
Junior[M:0]
Time to break it down.
Posts: 2
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Post by Sero on Dec 12, 2007 1:59:26 GMT -5
Then, her eyes caught sight of a man approaching to her side of the hall, shifting himself and leaning against the wall. Her lips curled into a sly grin, her eyebrows lowering slightly as a thought came into her head. She turned on her heels, removing that sly grin from her face and replacing it with a friendly innocent smile, placing her hands behind her back as she slowly paced towards the male. In her mind, she chuckled and laughed at every thing she could do to him. Just as she was about to reach him, though, there was a loud sound that echoed throughout the hallway. Instantly, the noise level decreased dramatically and even Sero's attention had been diverted. She stopped in her tracks, her head turning as she looked towards the direction of the sound.
She hated being short. The noise level continued to decrease, until, of course, the sound of body hitting body reached her sharp ears. A soft 'ooo' sound emerged from her lips as she entered the crowd, her hands in front as slowly, she pushed her way to the crowd, ignoring whatever touches any retard dared to actually do to her. And then, she reached a clearing among the crowd and there, she saw two students getting beaten down by two men. Were they teachers? Her eyes widened. If they were her teachers, then her life here would certainly be very messed up. Speaking of which, even the students made her feel somewhat uncomfortable. If she was not wrong, this had been the most violent of schools in this side of the United States. She certainly picked the wrong school to be enrolled in.
The sound of high-heels reached the girl's ears as she turned towards the source of the sound, only to see a smartly-dressed woman making her way towards the stage, the crowd making way for her as she passed. A small smile came to her face. Finally, the assembly was about to start. At that, Sero turned back to the fight scene for a moment, watching as the teachers somewhat pinned the students to a position where their eyes would be on the podium. Sero raised her eyebrows, before turning back on stage to watch as the secretary, or at least, that's what she thought she was. The blonde then shifted her right foot as she leaned on it, watching impatiently as she welcomed them. She felt no urge to clap. Why should she?
And then, the Headmaster came into the picture. As he started to point out their... Position to them, Sero could only lower her head and chuckle to herself. Trash? She was trash? No, she was not trash, but she was close to it. Her mother had been so weak, getting brought down so easily like that. And she just had to drag her down with her. The trash in her case was her mom. She was simply the end-result. The recycled. She was no trash. And even if she was, she certainly wasn't going to stay as one. She looked back up. Trash or no trash, she was going to do something. To be something. She was going to show this man over here, that they were not as hopeless as he thought they would be. Or at least, she would be.
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Kid Tanner
New Character
Junior[M:0]
Everybody has a plan 'til they get punched
Posts: 4
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Post by Kid Tanner on Dec 12, 2007 7:34:37 GMT -5
"Tch."
Eric clicked his tongue as the lackluster fight finally came to an end, the sickening thud of bodies slamming against the hard, polished floor like a sack of potatoes. His face contorted into a look of distaste as the two faculty members glanced at him, their eyes full of some sadistic pleasure at smacking down students who were years younger than them and kilograms lighter. The teachers positioned the students in a way that seemed as if they were kneeling toward some kind of deity, their heads forced up to look at the stage before them. A sound that Eric knew all to well -- for reasons he did not know filled the air, its sharp, repetitive, almost rhythmic beat filling the hair, echoing off the grand walls of the auditorium. Despite the size of the auditorium, the boxer felt quite claustrophobic as several students pressed against him just to get by. He shoved the students that got near him about arms length away, uncomfortable with the proximity he was at with everybody else. The clicking of high heels halted, and Eric was about to take a swing at some of the other students, possibly even the teachers holding on to the crow and preppy boy out of frustration when a the piercing shrill of microphone turned up too loud assaulted Eric's ears. He winced, his hands never leaving their position, folded across his chest.
What "Kid" assumed to be the secretary took the podium, her voice clearing being the cause of that caustic wail. She shifted her spectacles, pushing them up the bridge of her nose before she began speaking, welcoming the students and faculty to their "wonderful" school. He almost laughed. After the applause had died down, however, he couldn't help it. He attempted to suppress it, and the result was a loud, deep snort. Numerous students looked at him, many with a look of fear for him as they have witnessed what the teachers could do. Many others with a look of approval at his unintended defiance. The two teachers that could see him, one being a burly, lumberjack-looking fellow and the other like something out of the Air Force, shot dirty looks toward him, seething with their teeth clenched and brows furrowed. The American youth forced out a yawn as the ebony-haired secretary droned on about the school. This only earned a glare from the crew-cut teacher. The entire auditorium erupted in applause, a roar greater than when the woman had welcomed everybody to the school.
A man's voice now emitted from the microphone. Curious to see the figure everybody so enthusiastically praised, Eric peered out from beneath the shade of his hood. Just from looking at his face the boxer knew he would resent him. That smirk on his face. A grin you wear when you tell people terrible things. It was like the devil himself was smiling at you. The well-dressed man continued his devil's speech, informing the students of their status as pieces of trash. Eric simply snuffed at the comment. It wasn't as if a majority of the student body were not already aware of that. Many, if not all members of the faculty hissed and howled in approval as the man went on, spouting bullshit about how the school -- how he was giving them a second chance, a chance to redeem themselves. Punishment so harsh that we would have no choice but to conform? Yeah fucking right. The devil even had the nerve ask if there were any questions or complaints. Hell yeah there were complaints; but with your watchdogs, your personal army, there wouldn't be.
Eric snorted again as if stifling a chuckle, but it was not the case this time. He turned his head, horking out a wad of phlegm to the side, showing his clear repulse and disrespect for authority. This seemed to push crew-cut over the edge as he released crow-boy, instead turning his attention on him. The teacher rose and approached him, throwing his right arm out in a straight punch. He didn't ask him any questions. Guess that was their attitude; hit first, ask questions later. Punches were nothing but an annoyance to Eric as he brushed the fist aside, parrying it. The boxer's left went out in a quick jab, but at the last second his fist opened, and he pushed his palm against the face of his assailant, forcing his head back. Using this small distraction he ducked and escape into the sea of bodies. He had seen the teachers use their legs to strike, and that made Eric somewhat uncomfortable, so he decided to leave it at that while he could. He emerged elsewhere in the crowd, away from the scene of the fight that had broke out just before the secretary had come out.
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jingwu
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Sophomore[M:0]
One Truth Prevails!
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Post by jingwu on Dec 12, 2007 9:12:48 GMT -5
Daniel saw the two teachers come and stopped the fight, it kind of upset him not being able to identify what style they used. He then heard the sound of walking on the podium and turned his head to see the secretary, 'Is that the principal?' He asked himself. His thought was later disproven by several details, her authority level only held so much to other students, the way she walked had no inkling that she led all of this and her eyes were that of a follower. Then the principal came out. Mr. Peint gave his speech and Daniel stood there, he was taught to show respect to superiors, and not knowing what this man could do left Daniel at a disadvantage, 'George Halloway Peint, Grandpa what did get myself into this time? Daniel had many questions, but these were questions he wanted to answer through observation and deductions. But what else that concerned Daniel was the students, some of them were sure to be good kids and the teachers looked like they would attack for the smallest of reasons. Daniel was worried. But he had to hold it in for now and wait for whatever else the principal might say.
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Jason
New Character
Junior[M:0]
Posts: 8
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Post by Jason on Dec 12, 2007 19:20:57 GMT -5
Jay was shaking his new friend's hand, still in surprise from getting his style discovered with so little information. Then the loud slam of the doors echoed through the overcrowded auditorium almost simultaneous to the gut wrenching crash of flesh on floor. He winced, and waited, as the rest of the students began to quiet down. Then came the tapping. Normally, steady rhythms like this would turn Jay on. Beat after beat would make his blood rush and in his mind he would add to the beat, creating an irresistible tune to which he would tap his foot. But this time was different. Maybe it was the pained looks on students faces or the stuffy feeling he had, like he was trapped in a tight box with the smell of overworked teenagers coming through the ventilation, but something about this beat was wrong. Jay was put into a daze trying to pinpoint the exact reason why this tapping only made him feel sick. Then she started her short introduction, snapping him out of his short lived trance. She explained about the "wonderful" school briefly. Of what he had seen, Jay would say it was more of a prison without bars to keep the guards and inmates apart, almost to the point where you couldn't tell the difference between the two.
Then Peint came out.
Jason wasn't sure what he expected from his new Headmaster, but what he got was surely not expected. Paint went on to give a speech, short and direct, which covered the goal of the school. To beat the bad, unruly, unhappy, displeased, and even free-spirited until they conform to be society's lap dogs. Or at least, that's what Jay heard. He fought in his head, deciding whether to make it easy on himself or fight, and bear through the worst. But no matter how long he contemplated, the decision was already made. Mr. Peint asked if there were any questions.
Jason talked to Daniel without turning. "I'm not sure what the future here is going to hold, but I have a bad feeling that it's only going to be a constant war between rebel students and crazy teachers. I wanna know if your going to give in and be a 'good kid' or if your going to be a rebel. A free spirit." He posed this to his new possible ally with only one hope in mind.
All at once it hit him what was wrong with the tapping. The woman, Dorothy, had already lost her free spirit, thus making her rhythm very, very awkward.
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Henshir
New Character
Junior[M:0]
Stomp on the fuse,
Posts: 14
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Post by Henshir on Dec 12, 2007 19:55:44 GMT -5
*SLAM!*
A huge amount of air rushed out from Henshir's mouth, as he barely escaped being winded by the hulkish teacher. Pain rippled up and around his flesh, quickly spreading to every nerve ending on his body. As he began to collapse, he quickly found himself turned around. His teeth would cringe as the teacher took a large handful of his hair, and soon he found hard rubber underside of the teacher's boot pressing hard against the back of his shin. He struggled for a moment, tossing himself about, but after the teacher began to tighten his grip on Henshir's hair he quickly stopped. It wasn't that the pain was unbearable, but he only put himself through agony if it was worth it. All he would gain from struggling at this point would be to maybe look like a bit of a bad ass, which wasn't one of Henshir's ultimate goals.
"Look, I'm sorry okay?" Henshir pleaded. He felt the grip tighten, followed by a slight laugh by the bastard. He had a feeling his hair was going to rip out by the roots, but almost immediately he was released. He looked to see that he was looking over the crowd, and saw that the other teacher was doing the same. Evidently, some student had caused a problem, and they were attempting to pursue him. Henshir quickly brought himself to his feet, padding down his suit and dusting off his dress pants.
"Rotten fucking bastard. Hitting me like that..." Henshir murmured to himself. He adjusted his tie quickly, and walked out of the small clearing that had been made to observe his battle. He would keep an eye on the boy who attacked him, but he wasn't so concerned with him anymore. Surely he had felt the same amount of pain Henshir had, if not more. He was well aware that a pain of that sort was enough to motivate someone to not do something. Henshir soon found himself stopped, standing beside two rather odd looking boys. One of them was in full oriental wear, and the other was wearing summery-looking clothes. Including what appeared to be... no, they were flip-flops. Somehow, Henshir found himself more comfortable standing with these two than the rest. Then again, all three of them were wearing attire that looked nothing like the rest of the crowd around them. Perhaps outcasts were meant to group together.
Henshir hadn't even noticed the tapping, but damn did he here the secretary clear her throat. He let his hands rip up to his ears, his eyes shutting tightly. After the horrible sound was over, he hesitantly dropped his hands back down to there respective places. He looked up, and listened intently. The secretary gave the good ol' introduction, and Henshir couldn't help but notice she left the notes behind.
'Is it really that important that the Head Master not walk in with his own notes? Is he afraid he'll look unprofessional?'
Henshir would quickly suppress these thoughts, and before he realized it he was watching the Head Master march to the podium. Damn, he was intimidating. Henshir could tell merely by the way he walked that he was not a man who thought himself on the same level as the rest of society. When he looked out toward the students, his eyes seemed empty. It was almost as if he didn't see the students there, as if he only saw obstacles. Henshir granted the man the respect that his speaking skills were on the higher side, but he soon found himself in a dilemma. He had only gotten here trying to focus on his schoolwork, and now there would be more distractions. Henshir hated it, but now we was stuck in a school with hundreds of the kind of jackasses Henshir loved to beat down a few pegs. He sighed, letting his hand rub lazily against his face. It was stressful.
Before he could get deep into his thought process, Henshir heard the flip-flop boy speak to the other odd one. He glanced upward, listening to his words. They were amusing. Hell, they even caused Henshir to laugh a bit, though not loud enough to be audible to anyone but himself. He would cut in, hopefully not aggravating the oriental boy who was meant to answer.
"By the looks of it, the sooner we give in, the sooner we are free from this place." Henshir stated. He took a break to make eye contact with both boys for a moment, before continuing.
"I don't think you should look at this issue as black and white. There can be no set sides to one predicament, at least... one such at this. Don't be foolish enough to start deciding your going to put yourself through misery before you've even seen what this man plans to do yet."
True, it wasn't any of Henshir's business to be budding into a conversation. However, these boys seemed to naturally give off a friendly aura, and he felt comfortable speaking to them even if it was out of no where. He glanced upward and scanned the top of the crowd. So far, there was yet to be a single hand raised.
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jingwu
New Character
Sophomore[M:0]
One Truth Prevails!
Posts: 27
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Post by jingwu on Dec 12, 2007 20:19:43 GMT -5
Daniel looked down at the new adition to his conversation. 'He's right.' Daniel thought, 'This is a deeper issue than what most believe, and someone like this guy pointing it out confirms.' Daniel then looked at the boy, then at Jason. "You both speak valid points, and you are right, we can't look at it just as black and white, but we don't want to just give up. I came here for education, but if I see one hint of unfairness I will speak out, and I will do what is needed. I hope to have you guys on my side, and will look forward to partnerships with the both of you." Daniel said looking right at Mr. Peint. "I have no problem with him, it's his staff that worry me, possible alright children are at risk of being turned into statistics of their little records. They step out of line I want to do what I can."
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Ryan Z
New Character
Freshman[M:0]
Posts: 3
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Post by Ryan Z on Dec 12, 2007 20:27:48 GMT -5
Ryan looked up as first the secretary and then the principal Peint walked in. Took them some time, he thought. He barely listened to the exact words, but their meaning was obvious. Bend to their will or they'll do it personally. A spark almost flared in him when Peint had called them all hopeless. Stupid loser, he doesn't even know half of the kids in here probably. He saw how the students were treated over a small fight. This is nice. Lets stop fighting...with more fighting! Ryan inwardly smiled to himself. He wasn't going to attract attention but maybe there can be another way.....a way to get on their nerves without being their definition of "guilty".
Looks like this school might just be fun after all............., Ryan thought.
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Jason
New Character
Junior[M:0]
Posts: 8
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Post by Jason on Dec 12, 2007 21:53:24 GMT -5
Jason, interrupted by this newcomer, took a moment to collect his thoughts. He listened to what Danny had to say. "It's not black and white, but I'm not going to let myself be beaten into submission." He looked at the suited boy with a very straight face. Then a welcoming smile crossed his face. "And your also right about waiting. We should definitely see what he's gonna do before we act out. Much anyway." He said with a slight chuckle as he remembered the new boy just a few moments ago. "My names Jason, but you can call me Jay." He smiled again, trying to be inviting to well dressed fighter.
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Ralph
New Character
Sophomore[M:0]
Why must you insist on talking so much.
Posts: 22
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Post by Ralph on Dec 12, 2007 23:05:25 GMT -5
Ralph kept his hands in the pockets of his not quite black pants. He thought about the Head Master's words as they began to settle in his mind. He definitely had aspirations that he intend of reaching. He had spoken with the intent of completing his goals in any form he saw necessary. It was an interesting position indeed. Ralph’s thoughts drifted upon how he wanted to deal with his matter. It wasn’t much of a decision though; Ralph had already known he would see wait and see what the head master had in mind. Unfortunately no one wanted to ask or say anything to the Head Master. No one wanted to be the first one to dance so to speak. It was too much of a risk, would draw too much attention. Or if they were like Ralph perhaps they had already decided how they stood on the subject.
Ralph leaned off the wall and walked into the crowd. It stunk of people too close together and of punch that someone may have managed to spill over themselves. Ralph moved past some of the student and many felt it as a challenge on their dominance trying to shoulder Ralph in response. He would just glide forward on his front sneaker and turn their shoulders away just sliding past them with almost zero resistance. Some would think they had managed to shoulder him away, but he kept on his course towards the small clearing that had been made for the fight. The thin grey material of his long uniform pants didn’t seem to make any sound as he walked forward. With in the hustle and bustle of the crowd the only audible noise that Ralph made was the slight tapping of his shoes on the floor. The brown and grey at the top of his shoe seemed to blend into the floor of the auditorium. His light brown hair and blue headband would only seem to bob upon the sea of people making him visible only for brief periods of time.
The people were only slightly hostile towards Ralph’s presence as he continued to walk towards the clearing the teachers had make in their quelling of the fight. Many of the students were mauling over the words that the Head Master had spoken earlier to bother with the dark grey uniformly dress student as slid between the tide of students. The suit that had been galled into a fight had been released from his captor now that the speech had ended. The junior headed over towards a couple of students just as oddly dressed as him. Ralph knew that clothing didn’t always make the person, but that’s not to say you can’t learn anything by how a person dresses. He walked up to the group not caring to interrupt them.
They spoke with a degree of questioning as if they were trying to understand what the Head Master’s words meant to them, and the suited boy had been the closest to the matter. They had spoken just loud enough for Ralph to hear. The word he did hear were enough to draw his interest. He walked closer now within range for them to see him. So close in fact that Ralph couldn’t be able to cut in any closer without disturbing each of the group's personal bubbles. His light brown eyes looked at each of them for a moment as he recalled some of their words.
Ralph began to speak, saying something just loud enough for the odd group of people around him to hear. They could only hear if they were listening because of the background noise from the other in the auditorium. He said in a low somewhat apathetic manner, “It’s a…Matter of will...” His words may not have meant much to the students, but the word “will” meant many things to Ralph; discipline, drive, firmness, fixity, force, grit, resolution, resolve, self-control, self-discipline, self-government, self-restraint, single-mindedness, strength. The Head Master wanted to prove these things to the students, to the world. He wanted to show that he could do something that so many others have failed. To show everyone just how well that the Corporal Punishment system could work was his goal, how fair it could be. Ralph had also posed a question towards the small group; he wanted them to think about how they should watch if their wills were really going against the Head Masters. Because if their wills weren’t opposed and they started to fight then they would end up becoming something much more terrible then the system they would try to end. Ralph wanted to give them some of his thoughts, his one phrase summing up his position.
But, per haps they would not understand what he meant. He was not one for words, so he could not relay his thoughts to them as well as other. But, maybe they would and that would make the difference.
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Henshir
New Character
Junior[M:0]
Stomp on the fuse,
Posts: 14
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Post by Henshir on Dec 12, 2007 23:37:17 GMT -5
Henshir would slowly lift his hands, letting them fall loosely into his side pockets. As the conversation continued, he allowed his eyes to continue to shift periodically from one boy's to the other. He listened intently, a skill he had taught himself from many years of observation. There was an incredibly low percentage of people in the world who did not appreciate people listening to what they had to say. Thought it is contradictory, about that much percentage of people were the only ones who actually were listening. Most of the time, people heard what you said and made eye contact, but they never listened. Henshir found it kind of unnerving. People would have whole conversations not caring what the other was saying, only talking in some hope that the other would give a crap about their words. Two people talking, no one listening. Hell, nobody even listened to your answer when they asked you 'how are you?' anymore.
"Your side?" Henshir said, he was replying to the oriental boy's comments. "My point is, you shouldn't be picking 'sides' if we don't even know there is going to be a war yet. Sure, there is hostility... but look at it this way. Most of the students don't want to be here, and I'm sure the Head Master would prefer us to improve as fast as possible so he can send us on our way. If we co-operated, we would be forced to deal with a LOT less bullshit and injustice than if we went out of our way to provoke it."
Soon, the flip-flop boy would introduce himself. Henshir flashed a friendly half-smile in reply, finding the cliche line: 'but you can call me [insert name]' quite amusing. He would allowed his right hand to lift out of his pockets, his fingers uncoiling from each other. When his hand was finally breathing fresh air again, his fingers were fully extended, and his hand was presented out toward Jay. He would, hopefully, present him with a quick handshake.
"My names Henshir, and you can call me that too." The Junior said, laughing a bit at his own comment. By the time his hand was back at his side, yet another boy had joined the conversation. He wasn't so much into... talking per-say. However, he did seem to have some point to make. The Junior would glance up again, casually, checking to see if anyone had asked a question yet. He expected to be interrupted soon by the Head Master, so he would try not to get too deep into a conversation.
"You have to pick your battles. Running around and being hostile to anyone or anything trying to control you in some way is what got most of us here. Continuing that behavior surely is not going to be what is going to get us out..."
Henshir had turned, as to open the triangle into a square, including the newcomer into the conversation.
"When it boils down to it," Henshir pointed toward the stage, "He is the one with all of the authority here. I think it would be wise to keep him happy, at least while were still attending this school."
Henshir's facial expression changed for a moment, as he realized he had forgot to get the names of the oriental-dressed boy, and the new-comer. He glanced in both of their directions, and spoke.
"So... who are you two anyway?"
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Ralph
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Sophomore[M:0]
Why must you insist on talking so much.
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Post by Ralph on Dec 13, 2007 1:05:24 GMT -5
"You have to pick your battles. Running around and being hostile to anyone or anything trying to control you in some way is what got most of us here. Continuing that behavior surely is not going to be what is going to get us out..."
Henshir spoke eloquently, his words proving his point quite well. Ralph nodded once as he actually listened to what the boy had to say. He was right that fighting for the sake of fighting normally got you an invitation to this school. But, even in the fuzzy warmness that was neutrality Ralph had been attacked. It didn’t truly matter what you took a stand on because there was always going to be someone out there that wanted to prove their worth against you. But, this fact did not take away from his words. If he could Ralph was going to see what he could do to shape this school. He wanted to see if even the ones that as the Head Master had been ‘thrown to the way side’ could become a school. To be united that would be a thing to see. None of this ‘no one is going to tell me what to do bull’. Every school had to have some form of rules and the main reason they were put there was for the sake of the students.
Though Corporal Punishment put a different spin on what was normally allowed. The most violent of people were invited to his school; they needed some way to keep these strong individuals from being able to circumvent whatever they pleased. Ralph knew he was a bad student, but he wasn’t going to allow himself to be kicked out of another school. It was a matter of honor, of pride now. In all Ralph just agreed with Henshir words, giving him a slight nod of his head to signify this.
"When it boils down to it," Henshir pointed toward the stage, "He is the one with all of the authority here. I think it would be wise to keep him happy, at least while were still attending this school."
Ralph’s neutral facial expression almost became an actual grin. An actual smile had almost formed on his face for half a moment. Ralph thought the comment was funny because not many would try to please the Head Master. For most it went against there personal code of sort, for others they couldn’t handle such a thing as listening to someone else ideas so, doing a simple thing as following authority would become an almost impossible task. For Ralph if he could go through his entire stay here without even being noticed by the school authority he would consider it a minor victory. Ralph wanted to be done with those petty displaces of dominance between students. He just wanted to go to school for once just for the school. As Ralph pondered upon Henshir’s words, a small expression spread across Henshir’s face. He seemed to have forgotten something, and then he turned towards Ralph and the boy next to him asking something.
"So... who are you two anyway?"
Ralph had been thinking about what Henshir had said; his eyes weren’t really looking at anything the moment he was asked his name. His brown orbs shifted towards the suit wearing junior. Ralph’s light brown bangs swayed slightly but, failed to move because of the headband around his forehead. After turning his head their gazes locked for a moment. The cream brown looked into the bright brown; it seemed that Ralph was working towards the answer. "…Ralph…" In the end it was all he had wanted to say. It was somewhat hard to hear because the auditorium was so loud. But, his voice had a nice quality about it. It was low and had an almost airy quality about it that made it sound different than most would expect. Most people have heard someone speak so many words that it was hard to even tell they had a type of voice anymore. For Ralph it was easy to tell what his voice sounded like because one had to focus completely on it just to hear what was said.
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