Welcoming Assembly (ALL)

[Kid Tanner]

Eric's hands twitched. His conscious was encouraging him to throw his hand up. It wanted him to complain. But his brain, despite its lack of edge, knew that probably wasn't the best idea. Perhaps it would give other students the confidence they needed to give complaints of their own. The problem Eric had with it, however, is that he would be the first, and it would bring far too much attention toward him. The only time he wanted an abundance of eyes on him all at once was either in the ring or on the mat. Definitely not in the auditorium of a school where the faculty were more like prison guards rather than teachers, and where the highest authority figure in the school stood above you on stage, peering down into the masses. The boxer clenched his teeth and balled his hands into tight fists. A trickle of sweat ran down the back of his neck. From the collective radiation of body heat from the hundreds of students squished together, or from the resistance he needed to exert in order to stop himself from bursting out, it didn't matter. As always, the junior's instincts and emotion prevailed over his rational thought, and he cupped his hands over his mouth, not bothering to raise his hand. The intended shout would echo throughout the auditorium, the high ceiling magnifying the vibrations his voice would cause.

"I have a complaint!" he exclaimed. All eyes were now on him. Students with their questioning gaze, many asking him to shut his mouth and not exacerbate things, many others egging him on. Teachers with their disdainful expression and malicious glares, just itching to pounce on him. The principal looked down from his podium, that shit-eating grin plastered on his face. After a brief pause Eric continued, "This is utter bullshit!" his voiced boomed, the emphasis put on "bullshit" allowed it to linger in the air a bit longer than he expected. There was a moment of silence as the eyes of hundreds were fixated on him. He starting to feel quite uncomfortable, his heel softly, almost inaudibly tapping against the floor, his hands dropping from his face and held at his sides, once again balling into fists. Until another student broke the silence. "Yeah! Fuck this! This is bullshit!" Eric was now relieved as everybody's gaze shifted toward the other voice. From elsewhere, "What he said!" This third comment started a complete uproar; several students waved their fists in the air, yelling out. The student body collaborated in a roar of defiance. Within the crowd you could pick out a few "Fuck this!" and "Complete bullshit!", but otherwise it sounded like one loud storm of angry voices. Akin to the previous situation, Eric used this opportunity to duck into the crowd and hopefully slip out of the auditorium. through the back doors which were probably guarded by teachers. A few students who recognized him gave him a pat on the back, but most were too enthusiastically involved in the protest. Beneath the cover of his hood, the boxer smiled. "I hope they start a riot,"

There would be no doubt the principal and faculty would have him blacklisted now. Even less doubt that they would recognize him on the spot, his blue and gold track suit evident within the sea of students. The good thing was that nobody, either student, faculty, or principal, had seen his face. The back door of the auditorium that led out into the courtyard was now in Eric's sights, and as he anticipated, there were teachers guarding it. Or rather, guards guarding it. His slightly short stature allowed him to dip down a bit and remain unseen by the guards, and he thought of ways to slip past the guards. Of course, Eric was never stealthy or good at deception. He was, however, excellent, flawless, even, at the direct approach.

When the moment was perfect, he would shoot through the remainder of the crowd before him and barrel through the door, whether there was a teacher in front of him or not. If there was, he'd simply take the teacher outside with him. The teacher wouldn't be expecting it, so he would have time to recover and escape. Eric stood in a ready stance, as if he was participating in a one-hundred meter dash.

[jingwu]

"I am Daniel, Daniel Wai." Daniel replied to Henshir, "Sorry for the late introduction." He then looked at Ralph, "You pose a good point my friend, it truly is a matter of will, and in your eyes will is something you know about deeply, while I uphold the tradition of honor and plan to see it live." Daniel then looked at his new friends and hopeful allies in the future. "Henshir, you are a bright person, and look forward to work with in the future, along with you two, Jay and Ralph." Daniel said nodding to them, "To form something that will not be expected, I will try it your way Henshir, and hopefully it works, but if his facuilty steps out of line, I will do what I believe is necesary to help our fellow students. I also hope for your support later on on this point, if not I understand." Daniel then looked forward again. to see if anything else would unfold, 'Grandpa, Sifu, I hope you're watching over me, because I believe soon I will need it.' Daniel heard a student yell out 'This is Bullshit" and turned his head, before the next one cried out Daniel had already identified the student. The others yelled and the student was beginning to dash out before a teacher got close to him. "Hmm..." Daniel said to himself, but then turned back looking forward preparing for the scene to unfold in front of him. He made sure to make a mental note about that student and hoped to meet him later.

[Mr. Peint]

The Head Master would watch over the masses with an omniscient eye. He allowed his golden brown hues trace back and forth from conversation to conversation. He read the students faces. Faces of angst, faces of fear, faces of hatred, and faces of confusion. Peint backed away from the microphone slightly, so that he could let a soft chuckle escape with out it sounding over the speakers. He would allowed his attention to be drawn to the teachers, who were sharing the same expression of him. They could feel their influence flooding over the see of students, rolling over them in waves. The most powerful of this emanating from the Head Master, who was now back at the podium. He had begun to open his mouth, when one attention-craving student called out for eyes. He got what he wished, however it was not just from the student.

By shouting, without raising his hand, he had already gone against something that the Head Master had said. This was direct disobedience, and the teachers swooped in swiftly. By the time the boy was getting uncomfortable, a good three teachers were already closing in on him from all sides. Of course, he wouldn't realize this. However due to Peint's higher elevation, he could see these things happening quite clearly. His smirk would grow into a full blow smile, as he watched his teachers shifting their weight from one foot to the other. Their anticipation to hurt was stronger than most of the students in the room.

Then, the boy would shout again. By the time the second boy replied, the junior who caused this controversy would find himself subdued immediately. With all eyes on him, the students uproar slowly began to die down. He would be put in a full nelson, two muscled tanned arms locking him tight like a clamp. If he had thought otherwise when he had barely slipped by that first teachers attack, now it would be made clear just how powerful these teachers were. The boy was given no room to move, not even a centimeter to squirm. The clearly more powerful and more skilled teacher had him, and the other two stood in front of them cracking their fists. And it would begin..

The teacher's were ruthless. The two men allowed their balled fist to rock up and down the junior's body multiple times. The sickening sound of pounding flesh erupted many times over, as the blinding speed of these teacher's hands was demonstrated. They stopped quickly, but the damage was done. The boy would find himself in a world of pain, as his entire skeletal form would be ready to shatter. Marks would of course be left all along his torso, and when the teacher released him he would find that doing anything either than lying down caused him such extreme pain that he collapsed. He wouldn't be in this state of perma-fall for too long, but the pain would carry long after.

"Would anyone else like to raise any questions or complaints?" Peint said softly. His voice, his facial expression, his bodily language was completely sincere. But something about him reeked of menace. He waited in silent for a small amount of time, before deciding it was about time to continue.

"Good. Now then, onto some things that I thought would be important for you to understand while attending this school." Peint stated. He soon grabbed his pile of papers off of the podium, and shuffled the front paper to the back once again. After a quick tap on the podium, the pile was placed back down and Peint stared at it with admiration. He looked down at the faces staring up at him, and allowed his lips to part.

"For one, there will be absolutely no fighting allowed on school grounds unless you have been directed into combat by myself. Anyone involved in a fight without my consent will be punished to the full imagination of the first staff to arrive on scene. This is regardless of whether you choose to argue whether you were "defending yourself", or not." Peint's tone had changed slightly. He was now stating things very matter-of-factly. "Second, you must understand that what is and isn't worth punishment is directly up to the member of staff that first arrives on scene. You may not debate it with them, they choose what they will tolerate and what they will forcibly change."

Peint allowed himself to step back. "Lastly," he raised his hand, and pointed at the entire audience, starting from left and scanning across all the way to the right end, "All of you are students, and you will act accordingly. I don't care how private, or person your feuds or relationships are with each other. If they deduct from the overall academic environment, I will personally involve myself and my staff."

The Head Master's words had been throw out, and now it was just to see how they would be absorbed. He was still out on the podium however, it was obvious this was not quite over yet.

[Ralph]

When the yells of a discontented student began to ring above the noise of the crowd Ralph’s attention was focused for a brief moment. His eyes seemed to narrow and his hands balled into fist preparing for what seemed an onslaught from the entire auditorium. Ralph looked out of the corners of his bright brown eyes searching for some sort of invisible enemy. The sophomore was not a paranoid fellow he had just learned the benefit of being prepared. Ralph slowly took his hands out of his pockets as he took a step back to take in his surrounding for what he expected to be a tide of people. After a moment of nothing the light brown haired sophomore began to relax again. His reaction had lasted for less then a second, so he tried to pawn it off as a simple desire to scratch the back of his head.

Ralph lifted up his right hand and bent it as he placed it behind his head. His fingers rested on the patch of light brown hair below his blue headband and began to rub. The sounds of fist colliding with flesh could be heard over the hush of the crowd. It was a meaty sound, a sick sound. The dull noise in the distance reminded Ralph of this time he had to beat a piece of beef for a meal he was preparing. It was the only sound of its kind and even in it lowest form it could put a shiver down a person’s spine. There was a hush of breath as if the entire student body had held it breath so that it could hear the brutal violence being produced in it presence, then it stopped.

So suddenly in fact Ralph questioned if it was even real to begin with, had he just imagined the whole thing. No, the outbursts had stopped. Whoever had tried to make a point had been punished just as swiftly as the teachers could reach him. There was no need to question what had happened. Someone had wasted good time and energy, why had they not waited, why did the have to prove they were so tough? Ralph began to shake his head in pity, whoever the poor fellow was he was either very brave or very stupid. Ralph knew that it was the ladder, but he just didn’t like the thought that someone had been as rash as to try and insult the Head Master Just to make a point. Ralph finished his gesture of pity for whoever had been on the receiving end of the teacher’s blows. He didn’t feel for the person’s cause, but he couldn’t help nut think of how stupid his choice had been.

The Head Master’s justice was dealt. There was no use thinking about it any longer. Ralph had dwelled on it too long as it was. He turned his head towards the Head Master as the man’s speech began again. The man seemed to be unaffected by the trouble maker’s words. How could such a man even feel the sting, but that was beside the point, the Head Master confidence had just been building towards this moment his speech reaching a climax of sorts. He gave the crowd of hushed student the conditions of his school. The first part of the speech interested Ralph quite a bit. “"For one, there will be absolutely no fighting allowed on school grounds unless you have been directed into combat by myself.” It was interesting indeed; he planned to have some sort of force of students working for him. Most likely the Head Master planned to put in place a student Hierarchy so, that fighting could be better regulated.

The idea appealed to Ralph for a moment, but then the hassle of having to deal with all the trouble makers of the school, ruined his resolve to think of the matter any further. The Head Master gave a few other condition that Ralph made note of, but otherwise didn’t interest him. Just as quickly as the silence had been broken it settle back over the crowd as each person had to take in the Head Master’s words. Ralph’s brown orbs looked into the eyes of each of the group members standing around him and gave them a look that could almost be considered a grin. It was a simple gesture that meant that Ralph had understood the words and if any of them wanted to say anything that Ralph was willing to listen.

[Kid Tanner]

The guards were on him within a matter of seconds.

From behind two strong arms hooked under his arms and wrapped around his head. putting him in a full nelson. Two more teachers stood before him, a menacing expression upon their faces as they cracked their knuckles, certainly preparing to beat Eric down with their fists. He lift his right leg up, thrusting it backward, the heel making contact with his captor's knee. The man's right arm dropped in order to grasp his injured knee, and as he did so the boxer's elbow crashed into his face. With that man stunned for a moment, he threw a looping left hook. The teacher he was shooting for absorbed it with his arm, and in an instant the wind was knocked out of him. Eric gasped for breath, but to no avail; he had been clocked in the solar plexus. The teacher behind him had recovered, and was once again holding him in a full nelson as the other two rained down punches on his abdomen. With what little maneuverability he had his shifted his waist in an attempt to 'roll' the punches. Most of the strikes hit straight-on, however, his effort to minimize the damage coming up fruitless.

For what seemed like a few seconds the two men finally came to a halt, leaving his midsection battered, bruised, and broken. Blood trickled out of the corner of his mouth in a small, red stream. He was still being held in a full nelson. That expression on their faces, that look of sheer pleasure at causing students harm made Eric's blood come to a boil. Gathering what he had in his mouth, the junior spat a load of blood onto one of his assailant's faces, grinning beneath his hood through bloody lips. The teacher wiped the blood off his face, that looks now gone and replaced by one of anger. He cocked his fist back and struck Eric across the face, the full nelson being released, allowing him to drop to the floor in a broken heap. The trio walked away. The boxer propped himself up on an arm, attempting to rise, only to drop to his knees. He now knelt, his left arm cradling his ribcage. Daggers jabbed through his body every time he took in a breath. Coughing up blood, the movement wracked his body, causing more daggers to pierce into him.

He hated the position he was in now. It was as if he was kneeling to the headmaster. Disgusted in himself, he rose on shaky legs, his knees nearly buckling beneath him as he unsteadily made his way through the crowd. Several eyes were on him. Most moved away, as if they didn't want to be associated with him. "Sheep," he thought to himself, "You're all just going to let this knobhead do all this? Just fucking 'baaa' as you walk at his heels?" The back door was now in sight. His bloody hand, which he just noticed now was bloody, pressed against the cold metal of the fire exit, pushing on the bar. With the door opened, he stepped out. Leaning against the concrete wall on the outside of the school, he focused on taking shallow breaths in order to minimize the pain. He opened up his jacket and lifted up his shirt to view the damage caused to him. His abdomen looked like terrible. Black and blue was scattered all along his torso. Fist-sized bruises with sick yellow rings marred his tanned skin. He let out a groan, dropping his shirt back down and once again cradling his ribcage with his arm.

Oh, how Eric "Kid" Tanner loved acting impulsively.

[jingwu]

Daniel watched the scene that happened to the student who started the whole thing. His eyes narrowed and became cold. In his eyes what had just occured was a great injustice and he hated seeing it. He saw the boy leave and decided that someone should see if he's okay. "I'll be back." He told his friends leaving quietly and making sure no one saw him. Daniel made it out of the assembly making ure he wasn't detected. He found the boy craddling his chest, "Do you require assistance my friend?" Daniel asked. He saw the boy was battered and beaten with blood around him and wanted to help, but he did not know this boy and did not know if his help was wanted. "Here, I can take you to the infirmary, if you would like my friend." He said getting closer to the boy.

[Ralph]

Ralph turned to Daniel as he decided to speak up. Daniel seemed to have been affected by the sounds of the beating. The oddly dressed student was looking out into the crowd. There was an anger of sorts behind his words and it looked as if he was about to shake in anger. The younger student began to turn further away from the group and told them that he would return shortly.

Ralph grabbed the students arm near the shoulder and looked into his eyes. There was a serious expression in Ralph’s light brown orbs, though the rest of his face was a blank expression. He shook his head telling Daniel with his motion not to do anything stupid. No good would come of making himself a target. They were all locked in this auditorium there was no way he could get the disturber any medical treatment, let alone bring him to safety. The grip on Daniel’s arm was not hard so, he let go without even really moving his fingers. Ralph just wanted Daniel to watch out for himself. Ralph did not know what Daniel wanted to do. His hand falling back to his side he let the young man go on his way.

Ralph knew that anger would bring no good. For many people their anger had landed them here, their sense of justice while well placed could make them too violent in their reactions. We all had to wait for how things would play out, doing anything before then would have no benefits at all. You did not become a hero for helping an idiot you just allowed them to continue there ways. By giving such people aid it just proved that what they had decided to do was right. Purposely starting trouble, trying to ruin a new chance to actually have a school for once Ralph would not help anyone who had decided to make his stay here harder.

Ralph eyes shift back to those who were still around him, not being able to see if Daniel was still here or where he had gone. Posing a questioning glance once again, Ralph decided to wait for what would happen next.

[Ryan Z]

Ryan simply leaned back as the over enthusiastic crowd of idiots screamed their heads off. No sooner had the uproar begun, the principal motioned his lackeys, no wait, I mean teachers to go out and stomp on some students. Truly pathetic, Ryan thought. They only needed about six of those here that had actual spines, but instead all of them decided to cower in fear. You call this a bunch of delinquents, Ryan thought as he smiled. No this is a bunch of idiots and cowards.

Propping himself up, he decided to go somewhere more spacious, finding the complete lack of space and odor of the people around him to be rather repelling. Weaving in and through the crowd, he looked over in time to see the teachers seemingly beating a student to death. His attention elsewhere, he didn't see the rather short girl only a few feet in front of him. Not noticing, he simply keeps on going forward before--

~~~CRRAAAASSHHH~~~

Slightly stunned, Ryan reeled back and caught himself before he fell. Brushing his himself off, he looked around at several annoyed faces before setting off again. With any luck, he would be unnoticed by the girl he had smacked into, although it WAS his fault. Sighing, he turned back to her and mumbled, "I¡¯m sorry" before trying to rush off again.