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Post by Trizen Takano on Jun 30, 2008 21:22:15 GMT -8
As often as it might have appeared, a standard black limo pulled up to what felt to be the entrance way to Public Highschool #259. Inside the limo, a nervous boy peered quietly through the tinted windows and fiddled with his black bag sitting quietly on his lap. The limo driver kindly turned back to face the boy and nodded in confirmation: This was the place.
The boy with wild black hair sighed a deep sigh and looked back at the driver as though to tell him goodbye for the final time. The boy, dressed in what felt to be normal "street" attire, fought with his nervous fingers to open the limo door. He hated this part. Opening the door, his white and blue nike shoes touched the concrete and the rest of him eventually came out of the vehicle. Swinging his black bag over his strong right shoulder, the boy closed the door with his everyday hand and turned his head to watch the limo drive off almost within that same instant. His soft brown eyes felt a heavy disappointment as he knew he didn't deserve to be here. He had only been there two minutes and already he hated the school.
'Public schools... why did I have to come to THIS public school.' He knew a thing or two about the new system of discipline and such, but he would rather keep his mouth shut and stay invisible while he could. His father sent him there simply because he was a trouble-maker in the American schools as it were. His father blamed it on his ADD -- which the boy didn't have. 'Dad's philosophy is to beat it out of me... great.'
He wondered why his father had changed so drastically since his mother had died, especially when his father re-married a year later. It was awkward, but he left it alone. Everyone had their reasons and he knew he just had to stay out of the way until he was old enough to stand on his own two feet.
'Get in, pass high school, get out.' That was the goal of the young Trizen Takano as he took his first steps into Public Highschool 259.
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Post by narakunohana on Jun 30, 2008 23:16:51 GMT -8
A smile.
-- yet inwardly annoyed more than ever: that little slope for the supposed 'disabled' was blocked. One of those fad groups with red highlights and dark make-up... aye. Layla wasn't in the mood for that now. How could she pull herself up to get to work?
A sigh. It would be hard to believe that there was a Teacher dressed as Celes Chere from Final Fantasy in a wheelchair. Who was she? A cosplayer lost and needed directions to the nearest Anime convention? No, not really.
This was PHS259's infamous, but dearly loved Miss Layla Clavering! Well, there was no time to waste.
The woman sighed as she looked at the stairs, then at the group blocking the path for the disabled.
Today's teenagers could be so... selfish; such lack of consideration.
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Post by Trizen Takano on Jul 1, 2008 11:56:50 GMT -8
Trizen found himself the victim of the infamous staring plot. Different kids would look at him as though he were live cattle in a savage land with the words "Fresh Meat" written on his forehead. He had nothing to fear for the while and even now he knew he could handle the smaller fries if he was pushed into it. He hated fighting, but thought of it as keeping in shape.
Making his way down what felt to be a natural path, it led to a stairway leading to more stairs. 'Am I supposed to go this way?' he thought to himself as he saw a good amount of kids making their way up and down the stairway. Some were making their way around an obvious pocket of youth who were blocking a slope for a young lady who needed to make her way up. As much as he felt completely uninspired to make a scene, he couldn't just leave her there. He knew he'd feel guilty about it later.
From what felt to be out of nowhere, Trizen stepped up behind the chair, grabbed the handles and began to make his way hoping for the others to move. "Sorry I'm late Miss Claverming," he said unaware of his almost choosing the right name, "I'll get you to your office right away. S'cuse me guys." His posture was upright and his stare was with confidence as he thought that would be enough for the other kids to move out of the way.
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Post by narakunohana on Jul 1, 2008 15:30:09 GMT -8
Layla was about to open her mouth and give these kids a lecture or two when a familiar boy came to view. Ah, who was he again? Didn't matter. She was brought past the blockade of students and was well on her way to the office. "Well, thank you~" She'd say, not using Shinichi. After all, thank yous should be personally given.
She had never seen him before, and considering that he was nowhere in the school tapes last time she checked, he probably was a new enrollee. Ah, figures; Fresh meat, indeed.
"So, It is the first time I have seen you here... and you already know me, mm?" she'd smile, looking back. Most normal people would mistake her as a student due to her small frame and height, not to mention her disability. "You are?"
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Post by Trizen Takano on Jul 1, 2008 20:46:11 GMT -8
The wild haired boy was not quite certain he knew where he was going, but if he was going the wrong way, she would likely point him out. Besides, he had to think about what to say to her. He didn't know quite who she was afterall.
"It is my first time here, Miss," he said on already forgetting the name, "And I'm sorry I haven't introduced myself to a pleasant stranger like yourself. My name is Trizen Takano; a freshman."
Feeling a familiar vibe from the area, Trizen stopped infront of Layla's office and turned the wheelchair in the direction of the door. He assumed he was a teacher by the name he had used -- and forgotten -- outside, and her office didn't quite look like a typical dorm. The boy just put the pieces together and decided to play along. "This is your office, am I right? The uh... signs along the school are quite helpful."
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Post by narakunohana on Jul 1, 2008 21:03:44 GMT -8
"It is my first time here, Miss, and I'm sorry I haven't introduced myself to a pleasant stranger like yourself. My name is Trizen Takano; a freshman." A smile, interesting. A Japanese name?
"By chance, are you Japanese?" she asked, noting that his last name was 'Takano'; a Japanese name, was it not? Well, he had brought her to the Teacher's lounge. "My name is Dr. Layla Clavering."
"Don't forget about Shinichi-kun, desu!" a plushie said, moving from her lap. The voice came from the plush doll itself, and surely enough it was flailing it's arms. Most of Layla's students were already used to this strange phenomenon.
"This is your office, am I right? The uh... signs along the school are quite helpful."
A smile, and the doll dressed as Locke would peek towards Trizen with a stubbed hand pointing at him. "Though, Layla-sama's supposed to be heading for the clinic today, ne?"
A curt nod. "Ah, yes." She realized, "I will have to head straight for the school clinic today, Mr. Takano. Could you take me there? That is if you don't have a class to head out for. If you want, I can tour you on the way, since you are quite new to Public High School 259."
A smile. This woman's charisma was astounding.... well, not too astounding, but considering her manner of dressing, the talking doll and the fact that she was the only disabled person in the school (so far)-- one could admire, and wonder... how the hell was she able to live through such a working environment? After all, she had yet to test out her fighting skills.
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Post by Trizen Takano on Jul 1, 2008 21:21:03 GMT -8
The sudden flailing of the doll had made him leap back in surprise and stammer as he tried to pull himself together. He had never seen such a thing before, and was unsure whether or not it was the spawn of Chuckie -- or something like it. While in America, he read comics about super-powered beings who could control things with their minds, one character in particular couldn't use his legs. He always wondered why, but figured the profile suit Dr. Clavering well enough.
As much as he wanted to be afraid, her pleasant charisma was what won him over. He had no reason to be afraid of her, though took precaution to trust anyone too easily. He remembered what the school was known for and kept sharp as to whatever else he would find. But in the meanwhile, he would answer the woman's question while wheeling her straight down to the school clinic.
"Yes, I was actually born in Tokyo, Doctor Clavering, but the family moved to America while we were still very young." The woman was quite beautiful and he knew his eyes gave it away. If it was any one thing he knew he was terrible at hiding, it was how he felt. She was kind and her smile made her seem so light-hearted. How did she survive in a school like this? "And it's alright, I'll take you to the clinic since I don't officially have class until later on in the week."
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Post by narakunohana on Jul 1, 2008 21:55:22 GMT -8
"Yes, I was actually born in Tokyo, Doctor Clavering, but the family moved to America while we were still very young."
She would smile. Quite reminiscent of Emily then. She moved to Japan when she was 6 though. Walking through the hallways, she would point and direct to him where to go, passing by the library and the canteen on the way. "Ah, you are like my patient. However, she was the other way around. She and I came from Tokyo before going here to Long Beach."
"But before that," Shinichi added, "Reira-sama and Emily-chan came from Hokkaido, desu yo!"
"And it's alright, I'll take you to the clinic since I don't officially have class until later on in the week."
A chuckle as she pulled the doll down to her lap from her shoulders; what an interesting young man. "Very well. Do you have Anatomy and Physiology class? If so, chances are I might end up as your professor."
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Post by Trizen Takano on Jul 1, 2008 22:04:10 GMT -8
Her laugh was warm, he liked it. She seemed so calming and trusting, though the doll creeped him out. He was glad she put it back in her lap.
"Who're Reira and Emily?" He asked by the way Shinichi said their names, Reira was likely an older collegue while Emily was likely another student at the school. The name sounded nice anyways and wondered if he would ever get the chance to meet this Emily. She sounded pleasant. Maybe he was wrong about how bad this school was.
When she mentioned that on taking the Anatomy and Physiology class she would likely be his professor, a slight blush crossed his face and his eyes lowered towards the ground and used his peripheral vision to keep him steady.
"I'll... uh... see if the class is available for me to take," He likely already signed up for the class and had forgotten simply because he felt a sudden amount of pressure from trying not to look nervous. Looking up a little bit, he saw the sign. "Are we here?"
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Post by narakunohana on Jul 1, 2008 22:22:10 GMT -8
"Who're Reira and Emily?" Another chuckle. From Tokyo and yet didn't know of such a simple thing.
"I assume that you know minimal Nihonggo?" she queried, as they went through the corridors. Several students greeting the unusual cosplaying teacher with waves, whom all of which she reciprocated with smiles. "Reira is how my name is pronounced in Katakana."
"Hai, hai!"
"I'll... uh... see if the class is available for me to take,"
A pause. Well, she hasn't really set up much of a schedule for her next class. "You have missed the first class, but I believe it is an open class. People sign up for the class whenever they want to-- though, most who go into my class are those interested in the Medical field."
"Are we here?" Layla looked up. Yup, it was the School Clinic. Hmm... where was Ms. Nanda, the school nurse? Oh well, nothing Layla can do about that.
"Yes. Would you like to come in? I was supposed to give several classes their flu shots, so maybe you'd like to go first?"
A reassuring smile.
A sample of her abilities as a doctor?
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Post by Trizen Takano on Jul 2, 2008 16:24:43 GMT -8
Trizen had never really been much interested in learning medicine, but he had always been interesting in genetic structures. He knew next to nothing about it, but he understood that man was somehow able to do miraculous things due to their geneology. Maybe the medical field was the right direction for him to go -- though his first love was and always would be music.
Layla sounded like she had a lot to offer him in terms of knowledge and in a way took that exchange as something wonderful. Would he learn more about his family's genes? Perhaps he would go even further to understanding how miracles within the human body existed. Either that or he read too many comic books as a child.
"Sure," he replied almost bluntly. It was the obvious result of this thoughts. He answered two questions: the first being the flu shot and the second being that he would sign up for her class. Trizen wanted to learn all he could while he was here and hoped it would be an uninterrupted journey.
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Post by narakunohana on Jul 2, 2008 18:34:26 GMT -8
"Sure," Interesting. Most people his age would try to avoid needles whenever possible, and considering that this shot was optional, she smiled. Interesting young man.
The Locke doll would float from it's place on Layla's lap and open the door for them, closing it softly after the two entered and returning to his place on her lap. "Ah, Takano-san... Please, take a seat and lift your right sleeve up."
She would quickly pull away, heading towards the next room and standing. Well she was feeling a bit better now, and at least she had very minimal walking ground to cover now compared to the hallways.
Layla came back with a little vial and a syringe in hand, wearing her white coat now along with her, "This should not hurt more than a mosquito bite." She'd press the needle into the rubber cover of the vial, taking in the vaccination into the syringe and made sure that there was no air inside, squeezing it and flicking the needle for any trapped air. "Ready?"
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Post by Trizen Takano on Jul 2, 2008 18:45:40 GMT -8
Trizen walked to the chair, still somewhat freaked of the floating doll and took his place. He was a tad nervous about the whole bit since he still knew nothing about everything this school had to offer, but he trusted the Doctor wouldn't do anything to hurt him. Though that's where he was naive since he knew nothing about Mr. Baker.
Rolling up his right sleeve, he tried to keep his muscles from not being tense and felt self-conscious about how defined his arm looked. He felt like he was showing off and often time wished his body was not adaptable to such physical attributes. But there they were, well tones, well defined and made it quite obvious he was a martial artist.
"Ready Doctor Clavering."
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Post by narakunohana on Jul 2, 2008 19:31:48 GMT -8
Hmmm... defined muscles? Well, it wasn't all that unusual here. With what? All these teenagers going loco on kung-fu or whatever martial arts they were into? Nope. Nothing of the usual. Layla was probably the most undefined, considering her lack of mobility.
"So you do martial arts?" she asked, wiping the area with alcohol before sticking the needle into his arm swiftly. She knew what she was doing as the entire thing took only a few seconds. It shouldn't even hurt that much either, but probably feel a little sore from the additional pressure. She quickly took a cotton ball and pressed it into the puncture wound as she threw the empty used syringe into the trash and took some tape.
Her hands were very fast and precise. Something that made obvious her profession as a surgeon.
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Post by Trizen Takano on Jul 2, 2008 19:41:30 GMT -8
Trizen's arm didn't feel the difference between anything and hadn't noticed if she started or not. He was expecting something bigger, but forgot what a trip to the doctor was like. "Yes ma'am," he said on being polite. He wasn't quite sure how she guessed, but there was his naive thinking again. He was still young. "My family travelled a lot so I learned things like caipira, tai chi, jujitsu, street fighting, etc. I hadn't mastered any particular style, just the basics but my father said it was good to learn a lot of everything and create a style that's comfortable for myself."
For a moment, he envisioned his family and how happy they were. Then the sudden flash of anguish and resent crossed his face as he remembered the death of his mother. An accident they called it. "I don't like fighting... neither did my mother... but it's a great way to keep in shape." He told the woman with a smile on his face in hopes of drowning the thoughts in his mind. He hated it. "Besides, it's good to keep in shape when playing the piano. The sub-divisions are easier at faster speeds." He thought of Oscar Peterson, Art Tatum, Bud Powell, and eventually Hiromi Uehara. She was the youngest of them at 28 and still alive, but she was his inspiration. She was all three men rolled into one and her technique, style and class were truly inspiring.
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