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Post by Katsuri Katashi on Oct 2, 2010 21:27:54 GMT -8
It was almost habit. Visiting the school campus that is. The monstrosity of sinew and bone seemed to be here daily.. a job.. that's what he had said last time. He needed to just apply to teach here. Apart from the fact that he'd been involved in all manner of events around the school in the first place.. had a sheet a mile long.. hell. Its not like he was unskilled. Nostalgia aside, he was here again, walking about campus with no real goal other then to occupy the time that was split up in between bars, clubs, and hanging around at home.. oh, and the occasional brawl. There was a nice bottle of aged Scotch in his right hand, and what looked to be an oversized version of an iPod in his left. The large mans head was moving along to the sounds coming from that little rounded box of magic. In this case Fort Minor - High Road . To go along with a nice bottle of booze and the set of blue earbuds embedded in his ears, pumping sounds deep into his skull? A black suit. It was one of about ten he had in his closet it at home, each of them custom tailored.. but when you were his size there really was no other choice. Of course, that matched a nice set of black custom fit Kenneth Coles, not the fanciest, but with a good sole in them they fit the giant clod hoppers attached to his legs just fine. To top it all off? A set of shades wrapped around that thick skull of his. So. An imitation bouncer, standing at eight foot, was now wandering around the campus of 259.. he stood out. Was no surprise that soon enough children were out to play. Lunch time. Ah. Memories. Oh, and all the teen angst, drama, and arrogance in a finely rolled wad of annoyance. After all, was no different when he went through it.. was no different now. "Betcha won't hit him." Idiot one to idiot two. "Yea, you're a pussy, you won't bed shit.". Idiot three to idiot one. The circle of stupidity was completed when idiot one decided to take the jeers of his so called friends and approach the big man, punching him right in the gut with all his might.. and well. He had to admit, if the kid had chosen the typical student around the lot of them here, he'd probably have knocked to poor dude out. Instead though, he just got Katsuri looking down at him with a tilted head, stomach muscles having been tightened to the point that on impact the poor boy would have been punching what was as close to steel as flesh could get... for good reason.. you didn't get riddled with scars and live to talk about it without being "tough" after all. "Mm? Why you pokin' me kid, I don't have any candy so shoo." Big man said glancing down at the male in front of him.. his buddies were chanting for him to do more which got him to glance in their direction, brow still nice and high. "Tch. Kids these days. " He grabbed the little mans arm, twisted it and just barely stepped into him, knee forcing itself up into the boys solar plexus, removing all the air from his lungs in a slow agonizing process before he let him go and watched as he crumpled to the ground.. with that? He headed off towards the teachers area outside. There'd probably be one he could bum a smoke off back there. |
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Post by allen on Oct 3, 2010 0:21:09 GMT -8
Breathe.
John stood, facing the door that led from the school, out into the teachers exclusive area. Though it was generally meant only for those with a degree, students and staff who had nothing to do with the job specified would appear at whim, stepping out from the darkness and into the light. Now, contrary to how it would appear, John wasn't standing there in an ominous fashion, as though waiting for the giant to appear. He stood there staring up at the light above the door, watching it burn brightly. Around it fluttered a moth, which John was gazed upon intently. He wondered how the moth could single out he fluorescence of the bulb in broad daylight. His tattered brown overcoat moved toward the door as the influx of energy pulled air out into the hallway.
His fingers curled gingerly around the cane as he watched the massive monstrosity come in, his eyes trailing downward, eyebrows shooting upward in surprise. The guy was huge. His smile grew as he began to cough, trying his best to clear his throat.
"Well...you are the biggest man i have ever seen."
He reached into his pocket, fumbling around for a moment, pulling out a pack of cigs. He would offer the man one, moving slowly, holding out the smoke without much ado, hands slightly shaking. If it was accepted, he would pull out matches and light one under his cancer stick. He would offer that to the guy too-most people had the newer lighters, but John was always a fan of matches. They really brought out and saved he flavor, rather then burning it away immediately. He would stick the items back into his clothes before taking a deep drag. He looked the giant over carefully. The beautifully tailored suit, the deep intelligent look. He wondered if the guy was there for him.
"Are you a member of the school board?"
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Post by Katsuri Katashi on Oct 3, 2010 11:54:55 GMT -8
The contrast between the student area and the teacher area was night and day. Sure, there were a few sitting around and talking to one another, but almost everyone of them had a certain.. vibe. It filled the air, and got a smile on Katsuri's lips. What was it they called it? Oh yeah. Killer intent. You had to have it to survive in this place for longer then a week, not always the case when you were a student, but as a teacher you often ran into the worst of the bunch. Glasses were taken off as what looked to be an older man began speaking to him. Respect obviously. The same went for why those earbuds disappeared and music was shut off. If it'd been a teacher he believed to be younger, chances are the acknowledgment would have been made, but not in the same way.
He took the offered cigarette with a slightly bowed head and flashed the man oh so slight a smile. "Mm. That phrase is honestly one glued in the back of my mind. " For all my kin for that matter... He continued in his thoughts but just took the lighting of the cigarette with that smell of matches after.. ahh. Now that was nice. He had to admit, the smell was not pleasant, but, god be damned if it did not have a certain flare to it that playing with a lighter just could never have.
"School board? Can't say I am. Although I'd be curious why anyone of the school board would be worried enough to send someone about anyone in this place.. given its generally so long as Asiv and the Dean agree the school has no issues with faculty." Said and shortly after, a nice long drag was taken from that cigarette, the need of air surging such delicious ash into his lungs and leaving him with a satisfied smile. "Mm. I am Katsuri, Katsuri Katashi by the way." Said with an offer of his hand out, another sign of respect that would have probably not been offered if it had been some runt here fresh out of college. Wisdom. It was one of the few things in life that fascinated Katsuri, and whats more he knew it came with experience.. and just by looking at most people you could tell the sort of experiences..hence the respect.
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Post by allen on Oct 5, 2010 19:15:16 GMT -8
John watched the big man with interest while he spoke, giving a small nod with raised eyebrows and shaking out the match after the freakishly huge individual said he was use to hearing things of the sort. He supposed that was to be expected. He reached up, taking the smoke from his lips and breathing out the burned material calmly, as though he had been doing it for years. Which, of course, was the case. He mumbled a little, shrugging his shoulders. The man had a point. Having someone come here for this rag-tag bunch was a little ridiculous. He knew if he were asked, he would brush away the offer as though it were far below him, completely forgetting the fact that he had accepted the release from that underground facility in favor of-
He brought up his eyes and mind out from the thoughts of previous events to see the hand in front of him. He put the cig back into his mouth before reaching out and taking a grasp of Katsuri's hand.
"Al-" He coughed, taking the smoke from his mouth to clear his airway before giving a low rumble in his throat. "I'm John Luckiesh. History Teacher." He grinned slyly. "Your not from the school board...you teach here? Or do this place have students your age?" He knew that expulsions were illegal now- a stark contrast to the days before his sentencing. Regardless, he liked this fellow. He had an air of intelligence, an showed a certain respect with the way he held his words and his grip. It made him smile, reminded him of much younger days. He shrugged, re-adjusting his tattered coat with the short movement of his shoulders. Nobody spoke to him. Walking the halls, moving to classes, students and teachers alike called him a "filthy old man" and "the smelly fossil." Disgusting verbal abuse of a higher authority.
He took another quick puff of his cigarette, watching the fashionable Katashi, waiting for something that would make this interaction far more entertaining. Of course, he wouldn't have to wait that long, as the door to the teachers lounge burst open, a student cradling his arm burst in, pointing at the behemoth with a venomous glare. Teachers and staff bolted for the back door, John placing both his hands back on the cane and regarding the ten or fifteen kids with a surprised, but unperturbed look.
"Yes?"
"That asshole broke my brothers arm! I'm gonna break his face!"
"What a strange use of aggressive phrasing..."
He didn't know why kids insisted on using the formation of words and sentencing to make themselves sound more aggressive and dangerous. The truly violent, the most diabolical, the worst of the worst....the best in combat sent threats with a smile, and a calm wave of the hand.
'Kids these days....'
"Maybe your brother should choose a better punching bag."
Of course, though John had no intention of telling the big man he had seen the altercation, John had been on his way back from the bathroom (Short-fused bladder) and had seen the start of this kids injury. The punch. He didn't know Katsuri had broken his arm, but it was to be expected he guessed. Send a strong message, generally one would get the hint and withdraw. But these, confident in their numbers, were obviously out to make a name, and John was more than interested in watching. It would be a definite plus to see this man in action, and get an idea of the staff of 259.
"Get the old man!"
Johns eyebrows went to the sky. Brazen...
"Rid ourselves of him first!"
As the first boy lunged, John dropped his smoke, bending over quickly to pick it up. The kid dove straight over his head, smashing into a television. John stood, brushing some ash off his coat before looking over his shoulder at the kid rolling, holding his glass-covered face. John looked up, pushing on Katsuri's shoulder eagerly.
"Well, go on big fella! Do your thing!"
Ducking speed: 50
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Post by Katsuri Katashi on Oct 8, 2010 22:46:40 GMT -8
"History... Mm. Love it. Can't say I am particularly knowledgeable on all fronts but I do enjoy it none the less." A draw of his own, letting just that much more of the paper get devoured by the oppressive cherry at the tip, burning it away and turning what was left to ash, which he casually flicked into the nearest appropriate 'bowl' shaped object. "As for why I am here? More of a habit at this point, went to the college when it was here for a while.. not sure if it is here anymore. Either way, was contemplating becoming some manner of teacher.. but you need to have a subject for that sort of thing first."
When finished, the cigarette was replaced in his lips, and then they were promptly interrupted by what seemed to be a bigger bunch of the same stupidity earlier.. just inside the teachers lounge. "Break my face eh?" He rose his brow at that. "Bigger men equipped with actual weapons and sans the bullshit spewing tendencies have tried. What makes you think you're better off?" Of course, they went for whom they thought was the weakest of the two first.. being that the rest of the teachers had fled.
What happened? Well. It seems that John had a Mr. Magoo sort of thing going on, as he ducked at just the right moment and avoided a conflict.. rather he intended it or not would be left up to the audience to decide as Katsuri himself was suspicious by nature. Then John was urging the behemoth on. A glance back and a raised brow would have had him removing his jacket, setting it down by the neck over a chair nice and neat before he turned towards the children that already decided to start rushing the male while he had his back turned.
Thud. The sound of eighteen inches of custom fitted leather meeting with the significantly weaker chest of a teenager. The subsequent sounds were of the corner of the door cracking from the pressure of about one-hundred seventy pounds of testosterone driven, and quite out cold, male shattering into it like a rag doll.
Two of his friends latched onto Katsuri's waist and were used as individual shields, turning all four hundred of his own into his waist with a simple jerk on the ball of his foot and a grab into the arm pit of both of the boys, plowing them both leg first into their friends and sending them off like a half assed frisby into both the counters with one and refrigerator the other. Using the momentum he turned, leading his elbow in an arc up and over, bringing it down solidly on one of the boys shoulders, showing mercy, given a few more inches to the right and it would not have been his shin splintering like a twig, it'd have been the still fusing plates in his skull parting like rotten tomato.
The same arm was used as he pivoted on that back foot, now on its heel, shooting it back and around, keeping it close to his body as he did so in order to hit that much faster.. and if these children had not been idiots they would have had no chance to read the punch anyhow. Right into the sternum of another, sending him in a folded up heap back out the doorway, leaving him drawing back slowly like a pitcher that'd just thrown a heater right at the plate. The remaining few stragglers promptly turned tail and left with said appendage tucked neatly between their thighs like any whipped pup would.
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Post by allen on Oct 8, 2010 23:38:21 GMT -8
"Hehehehe...."
The old man cackled behind Katsuri, watching the children flee. As the big man had attacked a couple thought about going for him again, but most broke off for the giant once he cut loose. John stood there, watching with a strange grin on his face. As a teacher, he should step in, but as a person, he felt that every action deserved a consequence. If you jumped off a cliff and didn't have wings, you would fall to your death .If you touch fire, you get burned. You try and beat up an eight foot mastadon, and your bound to get stepped on. A body flew this way, John stepping aside far too nimbly to be possible, watching it crash into a couple of chairs. After it was over, the short cripple hunched over, laughing himself into a coughing fit.
"History. Bah." He waved his hand. "You are history. Eight feet tall, several hundred pounds." He looked around at the bodies on the floor. "Did you know, they say ninety eight percent of the worlds most famous events started because of one mans childhood?" He held out his hands. "You have just shattered several! So much goes into history... its so full of...well, WRINKLES!" He laughed again, stalking over, using the cane for support with his right hand while patting this huge man with his left. "Come, walk with me." He stepped out of the teachers lounge and began hobbling down the hall, speaking as he went.
"Tell me, Katsuri, what is it that fuels you, hmm?"
John was rather intrigued by this man. He seemed so controlled, walking with a pinstriped, effortless grace. Yet at the same time, was nothing but a coiled snake, ready to tear to pieces anyone who couldn't hear or ignored his rattle. John heard it, and paid it close mind. Problem was, when a rattler met a snake of a similiar kind, well...
Things became a little less...noisy.
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Post by Katsuri Katashi on Oct 9, 2010 1:10:03 GMT -8
He caught it out of the corner of his eye, the old mans movement.. it was something on an instinctual level, to watch for moves out of your peripheral. Everyone contained such skills.. few trained it. It was there that you'd get 180 degrees of vision without the need to move your eyes, and controlled movements of eyes and head meant that your field of vision was never truly blind.. still. Katsuri knew then his respect had been well placed in the first place.. Mr. Magoo or not. Age was something ingrained in him due to the distinct lack of it in his family lineage.
"Mm, history is riddled with the bodies of young out to war.. the difference now is that its frowned upon to break those unprepared of that fine line between the grave and a bed patched up akin to some ancient pharaoh. " A slight shrug, and he'd have taken John up on his offer, lifting his jacket from the chair, looping index under the collar, and holding over his back so that it would not wrinkle into a mess.
"As for what fuels me? I am a simple man. The companionship of a woman, a bit of alcohol, and some decent music and I am content. Given my size though, the interactions with those... children, are far more common, and often with a far larger crowd, both in literal size and in number."
A glance over to him would have had a slight bit of a smile at his lips. "What of you? What fuels you?" He asked watching him slightly, those steps slow and casual, keeping up with Johns pace, but not overtly straining either given he usually kept himself from moving about as if he were always on the go to something important.
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Post by allen on Oct 13, 2010 14:50:52 GMT -8
Cough
He continued hobbling, giving a slight murmur of agreement to his comment about history. It wasn't really against anything he had said, but more of an addition. He listened while the man stated his desires in life. A simple man indeed. Not intended as an insult in the mind of the older male, but more worthy of a smile and a chuckle of respect. He longed for a life in which he could lead his carnal needs into a Eutopia of fixed reality, like this fellow. But unlike the past of most, John's history often repeated itself. He mumbled a moment to himself, though in the volume of idle conversation rather than hushed self-response.
"Dark walls...stone won't chip...company of a woman would have been nice, rather than constant rain..."
His train of though was derailed by the question sent his way. John's fuel? Why, the simplest of things, yet also the most powerful and advanced of things.
"Knowledge." He smiled over his shoulder, looking up at the giant with a kind face. "Every experience anyone has brings knowledge." He cast a hand about in thought at the students they passed by. "Each child who looks on you with fear knows what your capable of. All who see you as a target, wish to know what they are capable of. Every individual seeks knowledge, in some form." A smile. "Even you, big guy." He realized after speaking that he probably sounded like some old crone trying to bequeath wisdom on the younger generation. He chuckled once again to himself.
"Ah, lets move on. Your have a fighters ability and knowledge, i noticed. Who here competes with you, hmm?"
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Post by Katsuri Katashi on Oct 13, 2010 16:04:58 GMT -8
"Knowledge can also be useless.. the more you contain, the more you grow, the issue comes in use. All the knowledge, in all of the world, would do no good when a man has his tongue ripped free and his body bound. He could do nothing with it... and what is left once you learn all there is to know except to act in order to continue to grow? The silent contemplating of a man deprived.. that is a sickening thought isn't it? The most absurd and horrifying torture I can think of putting on a person, for when you know everything your waking hours are no longer consumed with wonder or worry."
A mere smile of his lips and he'd glance over to John keeping it there before he shrugged. "But hey, what do I really know right? I mean hell. I am content with a good bar brawl and a bit o' company." A chuckle and he'd try to diffuse the situation, given he had not intended to delve so quickly into it.. but that mind slipped from time to time.
He continued walking with John, down the seemingly empty hall.. it would be flooded soon with the surge of oncoming students heading back to their classes, full of belly, and empty of mind.. as it seemed to be the case with so much gossip and interruption in the usual school day. Most children though were not interested in advancement in this place, so it would have been no surprise irregardless of the situation.
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