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Post by allen on Oct 5, 2010 19:31:34 GMT -8
Last Piece.
John wasn't cut out for this stuff. Grading papers? No, he needed to be out in the fresh air, searching for wrinkles... a sigh. He picked up another slip, eyeing it over without much ado. He stood, his doors and blinds closed, walking over to a bookshelf without so much as a limp. His cane leaned against his desk almost relaxedly, the man having not gone a moment outside the class without it. It had become his ever-present partner, and he actually enjoyed leaning on it. Of course, it also gave the students little interest in him, the crooked, decrepit old geezer none dare feel intimidated by. He taught History, which only three people ever showed up for. Those three people, of course, showed up to mock him, and throw half-done homework assignments in his face. He, obviously, shrugged it off.
What he taught them went beyond History.
He walked back over to the desk after shoving that book back into its rightful place. Picking up his cane, he grabbed his keys and clicked off the light, leaning heavily on the wooden support as he closed the door behind him, locking it slowly and undesirably. He turned after doing so, tucking away the clanging metal pieces and moving off down the hall. He didn't pay any mind to the students who bumped into him, none of them apologizing or bothering to ask if he was okay. He watched them all, and remembered the faces and strength of each who hit him, or knocked him down. Information. He leaned against the wall for a breather, ears perking up at the familiar sound of patting feet. A group of boys charged past him, screaming.
"Get the bitch!"
OOC((I hope you don't feel as though i puppeteered here- please, by all means, have them chasing someone else. Just made an easy, interesting start ^_^ ))
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Post by Lasia Able on Oct 6, 2010 1:44:10 GMT -8
Tsubame sighed a bit as she walked towards the one class she took at this school, History. True she had not attended it since she got here due to well school related problems but now that that had been taken care of she was free to head to and complete her one course. She paused a a girl ran passed her. "What on earth.." She looked back to see a small mob running after that girl. She sighed and took a side step into their path.
"Hello there...mind telling me what's going on?" She smiled a bit as the boys looked her over. "She'll do" A sick laugh could be heard from them as Tsubame sighed and shook her head. "Please tell me your kidding right?" The boys would rush her as she sighed again. She moved gracefully through them her hand jabbing out swiftly as she moved through them. As she reached the end the boys would all fall to their knees clutching tender areas of their bodies. "Want some more?" She bore over them her eyes narrowed.
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Post by allen on Oct 7, 2010 11:14:29 GMT -8
"Oho!"
A proclamation, followed closely by course laughter and the dull thunk of a heavy wooden point clashing repeatedly against the tile floor. John made his way around from the end of the hall, stepping gingerly and surveying the scene. Interesting. It seemed each day held a new act of violence masked through simple self justice. The school was awash with students who felt the need to put those who craved evil to rest, yet none seemed to hold the opposing view. At least, none who could stop the goodie-twoshoes from doing what they willed. It was a common misconception, in his opinion, that all those who did "evil" deeds were generally evil people. After all, if one looked at it from their point of view, those who did "good" were the evil ones.
Not that he looked down on the girl for what she did... he would have done the same, had the urge struck. A group of guys yelling "Get the bitch" just wasn't enough for him, though. He looked at the female in an elderly yet cynical way, as though judging her worth. She seemed strong spirited, and not one to be held down or held back by foolish notions of pride or reputation. He liked that.
"You are strong...And fast, i see."
He chuckled a little to himself.
"But still, compared to some, your like a falcon with clipped wings. Your mind and body know the movements but here, in this place, against the best, i doubt it will be enough."
He wondered what her reaction to his statement would be. Here he was, a rather damn good probably ugly looking old man, leaning on a cane, hunched over and limping, telling a girl who moved through a forest of men like the wind of death that she was fast, but slow compared to others. It was almost Ironic, really. Would she mock him? Tell him he was a fool? He wondered....
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Post by Lasia Able on Oct 7, 2010 13:11:29 GMT -8
Tsubame turned slightly as she heard the sound of wood striking tile. At first she had thought that perhaps someone else had shown up to join the fight with a baseball bat but no she saw now that it was an old man with a cane. She looked back down at the boys she had just fought, no that was too generous a term, that she had just disciplined. "Flee" The boys would get up and stumble off as she sighed before turning back to the old man and hearing him speak.
He spoke that there were many here whom were stronger than she and she had met a few first hand and one had even sparred with her. Had that been a real fight she would have been in the hospital. "I already know..this school..it hold many with power and speed far beyond my own." she sighed shaking her head. "That is why I do try to avoid trouble but I cannot just stand idly by while others are attacked and harmed..." she shrugged. "so then....might you tell me where the history class for the Seniors is?"
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Post by allen on Oct 7, 2010 13:40:36 GMT -8
"Mmm."
He stood up a little straighter, watching her with a calculating eye. She sounded sincere, and while he wasn't one to generally offer such services, he made a decision at that moment. Scratching his chin, he nodded, grunting a little. "Yeah, i teach history. Room 312-C." He continued talking as though what he said was un-important, this time the words seeming to be more to himself then to her.
"Clipped wings. A falcon always has a chance to feel the wind, and not like your getting any younger..."
He glanced up at her, mulling his thoughts for a moment into the awkward silence. If she didn't say anything, he would put forth an offer many would probably scoff at, though she seemed very unlikely to do so. She would probably think him insane, but wouldn't scoff. At least, he assumed as much.
"Would you like me to teach you how to fly?"
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Post by Kazuya Hikari on Oct 7, 2010 14:59:35 GMT -8
"..." Kazuya wasn't exactly sure why he was here. No, that wasn't right. He knew why he was here. He was missing a credit in order to graduate, and without that one measly credit, he might as well declare himself a super Senior. His black Japanese book bag held over his right shoulder, he walked down the hallway, a piece of paper in his other hand, the room number of the History class written on it. Even though he had been at 259 for close to one year, he still had a bit of trouble finding the room. It's not like he spent his free time wandering around the school, most if not all his free time was spent up on the rooftop. Continuing down the hallway, his eyes scanning around for the room, he sighed quietly to himself. "Geez Asiv, what did you do during the summer break, rearrange all the room locations for fun?"
As he continued his search, his gaze passed over two people talking to each other up ahead, an older man, who appeared to be a teacher and a girl with black hair. Stopping just short of them, behind the girl, he rubbed the back of his head with his left hand, as he looked down at the piece of paper now in his right hand. His attention temporarily occupied, Kazuya did not hear the sound of stomping come charging towards him until the assailant was just behind him, as he noticed the slightest bit of movement from the corner of his eye. Quickly whirling around, his fierce hawk eyes flaring in surprise, he quickly side-stepped past the attacker and extended his index and middle finger out, the piece of paper flying out of his hand and landing near the foot of the girl, as Kazuya jabbed the top of the attacker's ribs, just before the large plate of bone covering the heart as the attacker, who turned out to be one of the guys that had tried to rush the girl before and had managed to recover from the blow received, dropped to the ground like a sack of potatoes, the wind knocked out of him. "..."
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