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Post by Zade on Sept 8, 2006 15:20:00 GMT -8
Zade retreated from the battle for a moment, taking in the bloody scene. Bah. It was getting too out of hand. People were being thrown around, others were being beaten to a pulp and a few others being shoved inside lockers... Wait a minute. Zade turned around, looking at the door that led to the classroom where the fire had been earlier. A smile crept up his face. "I got an idea." He spoke to no one in particular, then grabbed the nearest unconcious student and dragged him into the classroom. Placing him at the farthest corner, he turned back around to exit the classroom. That was when another student rushed at him, his fist at a ready. Too slow. Zade simply twisted his body around, his legs kept in place as he tripped the student, causing him to fly forwards, into the classroom and hitting his head on a table leg.
Zade looked at the crowd. Brushing his hair back with one hand, he placed the other on his hip. "This, is gonna take a while." He grabbed the nearest kid, then gave him a good punch to the nose, knocking him out. Throwing him into the classroom, he searched for others that he could hide inside the room until the evaluator was gone. Man, was he desperate. And then, he stopped, noticing a familiar face behind the crowd. Zade stood there for a moment, squinting his eyes. A blonde? Wait a minute. Wasn't she the girl he met at the beach? His eyes widened. What was she doing here? He pushed his way through the crowd, ignoring the physical traffic that seemed to be going in all directions.
After a few moments, he finally reached her, or at least close enough to be heard. He looked at the camera, then at her.
"What are you doing here?! And what's that camera for?!"
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Post by jakeyjake on Sept 8, 2006 15:28:01 GMT -8
OOC: IMPORTANT POST!
Blood was drenching Jake, flames surrounding his gloves now as a rapid fury of spikes were slashing in and out of the student's who dared challenge him. Not one had been able to land a hit on the monster yet, his strength was unreal, and each and every student who dared near him got his spikes digging deep within their flesh drenching the weapons with more and more blood as time continued on. Every person who dared to have the balls to stop him was falling, and soon a good twenty bodies were on the floor, and their blood was covering it and Jake's clothing making it evident that he was the one who caused this little massacre.
That was when it struck him, what better than to lure out the perfect chaos other than having them all gather to one place, and Jake had the power...
FIRE DRILL!
Moving his way over to one of the smoke detectors, his spikes digging into the flesh toward everyone in his way, he quickly raised both gauntlets up the smoke detector, and the sprinkles quickly went down drenching the school, and the loud sounds screaming danger into the ears of many went out. This would definitely get the fire trucks attention, and mean while Jake would just casually stroll his way out...
Grabbing a student who was now running, all students that was in the school now making their way to the court yard, and Jake used the one he grabbed to slam him through the wall toward the side causing his body to crash through it and roll on the ground of the outdoors. It was the side of the school less students would be going out of, and it would be perfect for Jake to sneak away from, and find his way to the assembly without directing too much attention until he gets there.
Due to the sprinklers, some of the blood drenched on his began to wash away with the water, the now clear crimson color dripping down from his body while he walked out of the wall waiting for the students to flood out of the school, and into the court yard.
If this didn't scream failure, then nothing would!
OOC: If you're lazy, Jake just set off the fire alarm, Leon never objected when I told him, so I assumed it would be alright.
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Post by Aureus on Sept 8, 2006 15:28:36 GMT -8
The sound of chaos. It was faint from Aureus' position in the hallway, but he could hear it. Banging of lockers in the next hallway over, and shouting in the cafeteria. To be quite blunt things had gone to hell. Why did everyone want to leave again? Why did they want to destroy things? It made no sense, and already Aureus knew he was a failure. The entire administration was. And that caused him to examine his view of people a little more closely. Maybe pain is the only thing that would make them understand. Maybe they really weren't worth it. Was he even strong enough to stop a few of them? If so, what good would it do?
Sure, he could try to be the strong leader that faced adversity and came out on top, but at the moment he felt like he just couldn't win. Levi even agreed. This place is fucked, let's ditch and get wasted. Heh, that sounds like a good idea. The schizo thought, his pace slowing. He didn't care what Max did anymore. Her actions would probably pale in comparison to that of the less civilized students.
In the next moment, a student flew through the air and slammed into a nearby locker. Had he deserved it? Had he done anything? Those were the questions that popped into the Pillar's head before being dismissed in favor of something else: 'Probably. Fuck 'em all.' It seemed the thrower was challenging Aureus, but he didn't care. It was the same silent, pain loving bastard from before. Fighting him would do nothing. Even doing that seemed unlikely. If I'm going to be destroyed, I'd rather it be by my own hands. The Freshmen thought while continuing on his path down the hallway.
Were people being hurt all around him? Yup, and now there would be no one to protect them. No one to stick his neck out for people he didn't know. The look in Aureus' eyes was one of defeated indifference. Walking was a waste of energy he decided before falling against a nearby wall and sliding down it. He would go down with the school. The familiar black lighter was pulled from his pocket. Snap...click...snap...click...snap... The Zippo sounded as the dark haired boy stared at the flame. Only a few seconds later someone set off the fire alarm, drenching the Pillar and extinguishing his flame.
OOC: Meh, someone knock some sense into me.
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Post by Bastion R. Williams on Sept 8, 2006 15:29:15 GMT -8
((OOC: Time to get some discipline going...))
Bastion knew today was the day of evalutaions, and he had to make sure that they passed. He would take just about any measure to make sure of this, since he knew that they would be some students ready to see this place go down the tubes.
He wasn't supposed to teach many classes, but was supposed to be more of a peacekeeper throughout the day. He rounded the fist corner, and saw what eh had expected... but to a greater degree. Students were beating the shit out of each other, with no regards as to what would happen. They were having their way... and that would stop, NOW.
"WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON!?"
Bastion shouted at the mass of students in the hall. Some turned to look at him, while most payed him not attention. Bastion sighed with exasperation and shurgged his shoulders. He then said something to himself as he began to pull his arms back.
"Time to get to work... I wish they would understand we need them to calm down..."
Bastion began to crouch low as he felt a surge of power gather itself into his arms, which felt as if they were warming up rather rapidly. He continued to focus, to channel more of theenergy into his arms, letting the warming feeling extend all the way through his arm up to his shoulders, and kept it in there, condensing the energy as much as he could. By this time, some of the students that he had gotten the attention of decided it would be great fun to attack Bastion, get a teacher out of the way. But they wouldn't have their way today. Bastion threw his arms forward and extended his body straight up, angled a bit backwards, and let the energy flow out of the palms of his hands.
The Qi attack (level 1) shot forwards, ramming itself into many of the students stopping all of them that were coming at him in their tracks, and shoving the closest ones back into the others behind them. That wouldn't hurt them much, but it would draw the attention of most of the students. A few of the ones he had hit got up, and began to run, but a sharp bark from Bastion stopped themin their tracks.
"Get back to class... NOW! Or else I will join in your little "game" and show you all how to play..."
Bastion was not kidding this time. His normally kind and caring demeanor was shed for a more serious, disciplinary demeanor. Most of the student dispersed, but a few still remained. They must have been the trouble starters. In fact... the one that grabbed his attention the most was the one that had the gloves that appeared to spout fire from them. he would be the most interesting one to deal with. There was also the young gothic lady who seemed to be into destruction of school property, and others that he couldn't tell if they were destroying things or trying to keep the peace. He would find out later...
Then the fire alarm sounded... the sprinklers going full blast.
"You're just trying to piss me off, aren't you?"
Bastion walked up to the nearest fire alarm, put in a key, and turned the alarm off, the sprinklers quickly shutting off.
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Post by ghiste on Sept 8, 2006 15:42:59 GMT -8
OOC: I'm doubting anyone will be stopping this one soon because you're all dealing with problems in other areas, and this is about sixty students beating each other up in a wide environment we got going on here.
Meanwhile in the cafeteria, Ghiste had found the place where the food was stored, and looked at it with a questioning face.
"What the hell should I do now?"
Ghiste asked this question to himself, his eyes on the food, and his mind trying to think of something extremely horrible and mischievous, but Ghiste wasn't an evil dude! All of this was just for revenge, revenge dammit! Still, he was going to need to think of something, anything that could work, and that was when he found the freezer, well this was going to be nice. Opening it up Ghiste looked at all the crappy food they had in there, thank god he didn't eat food at this school! Stupid pre cooked food, how hard was it to cook some easy meals themselves!? This was just as bad as fast food, they might as well just order Mc Donalds!
Still, there was nothing really in there that he cared for messing up, and that was pretty pathetic... Unless! That's it! Walking inside, Ghiste got a huge box of their precooked pizzas, and then took them out of the package going back into the cafeteria with a good few of them. Seeing a bunch of students hanging out in the commons, Ghiste began to chunk the raw pizza at a few people.
"Who the fuck did that!?"
One yelled, and then others looked, he accused someone else not seeing Ghiste and the two of them broke out into a non communicated fight. Bam, a few more thrown, and a few more egos growing, causing the cafeteria to go into chaos as well. Bam, more pizzas! As soon as Ghiste was out of ammo, he quickly ran off before he was spotted, how nobody knew it was him was just pure luck, some people could be really stupid, and Ghiste was aiming for the ones who he knew in class with low grades.
Smart right?
Rushing off, he knew it was time to go confuse people at other places, this was going great!
VIVA LA REVOLUTION!
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Post by erika on Sept 8, 2006 15:45:56 GMT -8
"What are you doing here?! And what's that camera for?!" "Er..." You do have pepper spray in your left pant pocket. Erika reminded herself as she took another shot of the kid beating up the other, she saw him throw the guy he was beating up at the other kid that was coming over and then all of a sudden the fire alarm went off and the sprinklers went off as well. Erika didn't see to why they did because a few seconds afterwards they went right back off, she turned around to glance at the boy, it was the kid she saw at the beach.
"Oh...I'm ... taking pictures?"
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Post by Deleted on Sept 8, 2006 15:49:12 GMT -8
((OoC: The bolded thing is something another site I'm on uses during big events so it is easier to note where people are during their post... Just in case people might want to use it. ^_^))
Saint School's Roof
So the evaluations had begun. Saint could tell by the screams and sounds of students starting their own riot. In good conscience he should go and help try and keep the peace by putting down some of the more rebellious elements of the student body but that wouldn’t by happening. Sitting on the roof far away from the havoc happening beneath, he felt exactly that. This whole ordeal was beneath him. Undoubtedly once it got completely out of control the police would be contacted, including the riot squad, and students would be hauled off to the corrections facility he had heard about. If that was the goal they wanted well, why should he get in the way of them being sent there or if they escaped was it his problem… no. Frankly most of the delinquents fighting below would never be admitted to good universities due to their violent past and would be useless to society, having to settle for jobs in McDonalds or as a janitor somewhere. Sure, they’d get their five seconds of infamy for this riot but what good would it be in the future... none. It would be more a hindrance than anything.
What had Saint planned to due for the day instead? Simple, he would relax of the roof with a cooler with a few sandwiches and cans of soda, his guitar, and a pack of cigarettes. Despite the turmoil of the day, it was a nice one. The sun was bright in the blue sky and a nice breeze was blowing through. He sat himself by one of the railings, and picked up his guitar, tuning it while trying to think of what to sing. Sure, when he had first arrived he wanted to help students but they needed to want help. If this is what they wanted help with… it was a shame. Even if they wanted to change something, there were better methods that didn’t involved people getting hurt, peaceful ways. But perhaps a generation raised on counter-strike, Grand Theft Auto, and various movies that glorified the macho gun-toting hero who shots every bad guy in sight, couldn’t see the other options. They were, in fact, the end of Miami Vice. Shoot everybody. The thought of such a person was sad to Saint, to have so little in the way of options violence was the only one you saw available. At least he had thought ahead by brining medical supplies, should any injured students make it to the roof for whatever reason they could be treated and free to relax.
"At times life is wicked and I just can't see the light A silver lining sometimes isn't enough To make some wrongs seem right Whatever life brings I've been through everything And now I'm on my knees again
But I know I must go on Although I hurt I must be strong Because inside I know that many feel this way
Children don't stop dancing Believe you can fly Away...away"
The song he choose seemed to fit what Saint was thinking. “Don’t Stop Dancing” by Creed. So that would be what he did to pass the day of reckoning… sitting on the roof strumming a guitar and singing a tune. It was better than getting needlessly battered for some diluted sense of justice or, even worse, fun. Ah well… to each their own.
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Post by Zack Asiv on Sept 8, 2006 15:50:09 GMT -8
Watching as all hell broke loose Asiv was rather annoyed, some kid ran by him wielding a trash can and Asiv swung his arm out infront of him with his hand flat to chop him in the throat and thats exactly what happened, he went down. So Asiv decided to step outside and smoke alittle while the hell was broken up by the others, teaches and the such, and as he stepped out, he saw the Evaluator, just on time. Asive walked over to greet the Evaluator.
"So you must be Mr. jones, the Evaluator for the school. Welcome."
Asiv stood infront of him as they all stood there for amoment the female accompanying him stopped and waited for Jones to answer. He was taking his sweet bored time with a reply. And the fighting and rioting going on inside, was only prooving to piss Asiv off, but it was not seeable. Well would not be, but soon he could lose it.
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Post by Travis Delmonte on Sept 8, 2006 15:54:06 GMT -8
"OH BOY! THIS IS SO MUCH FUN!"
"Yeah.. And now that you've gone and fucked the school over, your going to get a little beating, ok?"
Anger? Yeah. Travis was a little angry. The last thing he wanted was for this school to fail evaluations. And look what was going on? A bunch of stupid students were going crazy, and ruining everything. Yeah, he was a little angry, and maybe fighting wasn't going to help, but he was sick of just sitting around. If he at least stopped some people, then there wouldn't be so much chaos. And maybe, just maybe there was a way to pass this thing after all. High hopes? Yeah. But who knew, maybe they could pull it off.
Travis would begin a slow walk toward the boy who was just having so much fun(Jett). His vivid blue eyes were narrowed, he was angry for sure. And he wasn't about to let this boy get away so easy. He could run, but Travis would only follow, and he would eventually catch him. What would come after this boy's beatdown? More fighting? Probably. Though he didn't know exactly who was causing problems, he would have to try and find out. He really didn't want the school to fail this.
"You can stop it now.. Or you can fight."
(OOC: This is for Jett!)
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Post by max on Sept 8, 2006 15:56:24 GMT -8
Now what?
Max stopped in her tracks in the ladies' bathroom, she locked herself in for a few minutes, sinking by the door. She felt so bad for betraying Aureus like that, but wait...it was Aureus! Not Levi! Well, she liked Aureus too, as a friend, it'd be worst if it was Levi for sure but it wasn't that bad. She didn't even know if Aureus considered her as a friend, they only talked so much on her first day, even though he did do many things for her that day...
Max sighed, taking a breath. She stood up. Walked over and turned on all the sinks and then she ditched the lighter and alcohol in the trash, took off her wig and wiped all the make-up off her face, un-did her ponytail and took off her capri's. Underneath them were a pair of white shorts, she washed her face and then quickly left the bathroom. Was she going to continue? Delayable.
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Post by Athena on Sept 8, 2006 16:06:12 GMT -8
"And you must be Mr. Zack Asiv. Pleasure I'm sure. . . ."
The male Mr. Jones said as Asiv had come out to greet him is would seem he was waiting, but he was not pleased with the fact, he just wanted to evaluat the school and move on, the Female then came forward and Adressed Mr. Asiv.
"Your school has a record that isn't that satisfactory with violance, but your asademic scores are above average. . . we have agreed that we would just look around and see how the school was being run."
she then handed him the score sheet, over all appearance of the school was one box, violance level was another, discipline policies was there, and another that he saw was student behavior.
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Post by jett on Sept 8, 2006 16:08:33 GMT -8
[ Out of Character: @_@ c'mon, Travis. This is SOOO MUCH FUN! You should join me. XD ]
Jett had broken all the windows in the wall he stood before, then he fell to the ground laughing. "Yuk! Yuk! This is funner than a roller-coaster!" He exclaimed, holding his stomach so he wouldn't explode of laughter. It was now starting to tickle his gut, that he was laughing so much. As Jett rolled on the floor laughing he heard footsteps, he stood up, and eyed the man. "..." Jett was speechless, the guy who had fought Jett back on the School Grounds. "Oh, ... its you." Jett wasn't intimidated by this guy, but he sure as hell didn't like him!
"Yeah.. And now that you've gone and f**ked the school over, your going to get a little beating, ok? You can stop it now.. Or you can fight."
The man said. Jett bursted out in laughter, "YUK, yuk, HEHEHEHAA!" He then stopped, jokingly, to look at Travis. "Oh ... you're serious? Well ... I think ... none. None would be good, don't you think?" He said. Jett really didn't want to fight, especially since the time Mr. Asiv threw him directly through a `cafe. But he really didn't want to stop. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I have some work to be tending to." Jett said, as he started to walk away from the man, through the piles of torn off lockers and chair ruble.
[ Out of Character: Please do not fight me, Travis. Plllleeeeaaaasseeee? ]
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Post by Travis Delmonte on Sept 8, 2006 16:18:22 GMT -8
"Oh ... you're serious? Well ... I think ... none. None would be good, don't you think? Now, if you'll excuse me, I have some work to be tending to."
"..."
Travis didn't even need to say anything. He had already decided what would do in his mind. Before he had even said his first word. He knew that this kid wasn't going to stop. No, instead he would brush travis off, like he was nothing. whatever, he could think what he wanted, but he would not feel too good soon. Travis would make sure of that. And the boy turned. He turned. Unless this was some kind of plan, it was incredibly stupid. You shouldn't even turn your back to someone that wants to fight you..
And here he went. With a few quick steps, Travis launched his body toward the boy. His body lowered slightly as he ran, and within a few steps he would reach the boy relatively quickly. Whether he turned, or didn't do anything at all, Travis would jump into the air, both legs lifting up and bending at the knees. what he wanted to do? Well, both knees would slam against his opponent's back, or if he turned, against his opponents chest.
(OOC: I'm good. ^^ I'd rather fight and at least try to help us pass. I want the prize. ^^)
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Post by jett on Sept 8, 2006 16:24:24 GMT -8
[ Out of Character: -_- but destroying the school is FUN! ]
Jett decided to stay cautious as he walked away from Travis, every now and then, he peeked back to see if he would charge. Once, as he was looking back, the man wasn't where he used to be, he was --- charging!? Boy, Jett knew this would happen, he started to propell his legs faster for a few seconds, but it would do no good, so he dashed himself down toward the floor, to dodge his opponents attack, and he grasped one of the torn lockers and made an attempt to smash it into Travis' face. Jett had no plans afterward if he succeeded, he just hoped he would.
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Post by max on Sept 8, 2006 16:26:25 GMT -8
Max turned back around, going back into the ladies' restroom to check on the sinks. She sighed, running over as she grabbed a toilet paper roll from one of the stalls, stuffing a handful of tissue in the drains of each sink so that they would overflow before her eyes. After she swithced it to cold water and it began to spur off the countertops, Max grinned and ran out of the washroom. She had one more trick up her sleeve.
A little tube of oil tucked in the side of the tight shorts, and hm, it would be useful with a mop... Max quickly grabbed one from that closet she changed in earlier and then ran to the hall that the main hall led to afterwards, tossing all the oil onto the already slippery tiled(?) floor and then spreading it around with the mop. It was meant for the evaluator because he'd obviously come that way, if he was coming from the main entrance he would be going that way at least.
After she had made it slippery enough for someone to fall and break their shoulderbone, most likely, she ran and dumped the mop in the ladies' bathroom, which she was surprised to see, was becoming flodded already. Max grinned as she then ran further into the halls where teachers wouldn't catch her after breaking the glass tube on the floor, running further into the hall she saw some girl with a camera. Odd...
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