The Observer

[K]

Something seemed to be a bit different within the halls of 259 that day. It was not incredibly obvious at first when one first walked into the door, but it was more of... an aura. A strange, tense sort of aura that one felt, giving them the sort of feeling that one might get if they were... being watched. It would probably be about then that they would finally realized that they were being watched by a 6'6", muscular-seeming... being.

Long, black, flared pinstriped pants covered the 's long legs. The being also wore a loosely buttoned-up white shirt, along with a red-and-navy-striped tie. A long, navy, swallow-tailed coat with silver buttons. One bright blue, lazy eye peered out from underneath crimson locks, calm, yet with a hint of cold intention to it. One of the being's gloved hands seemed to be holding a pen, which wrote within a red notebook. A few students seemed to whisper a little... They'd never seen this person before. It seemed to be a bit old to be a high school student... a new teacher, perhaps? Such talk seemed to halt as the wandering blue eye rested on the students, and they moved on. Its lips curled into a light smirk as a small group of girls quickly walked by, attempting to avoid its stare. It seemed to think it rather amusing that a couple of students were intimidated.

Of course, this observer was hoping that the students here were more than this. Students were just starting to arrive, so school had yet to start, and not everyone was here yet. Therefore, this lone observer continued on, pen in hand, waiting. Waiting to see the true face of the hell which it would soon become a part of.

[Helter Skelter]

Another day.

The pale girl strode casually down the cement walk, her large and clunky headphones over her ears. She sported her usual black skeleton hoodie, cut off to reveal her midriff as usual (you'd think it would kill this girl to wear something that DIDN'T show her midriff). A black and white studded belt, and her faded jeans with large holes in the knees, and her striped stockings. Her large orange-and-black backpack slung on her shoulder.

No shoes, per usual.

The red-head hummed lightly to her music, a small thrum of music emitting from them. Little to anyones knowledge, she (of all people) was listening to Black Betty by Tom Jones. No, not the newer versions, the best one. She had a secret love of those golden age singers, Tom Jones had the sexiest voice of all time. Listening to him sing made her melt every time. A large, satisfied smile crossed her lips and she sighed. Unfortunately, she didn't know that this moment would end in about a few seconds.

The pale girl pushed the doors open to see the strangest figure she had seen in awhile. At least, since she'd been in the circus.

And thats saying something.

The shock of seeing her made throw her hands back, causing her backpack to fall to the floor, and her headphones to fall off her ears. The black headphones sat on her shoulders, blaring the chorus to the song. "HOLY SHIT!!!!" the girl cried, her shoulders tensing up a bit. The girl let her hands fall to her sides and she turned around to grab her back and sling it over her shoulder, her head turning to look back at the.... thing again. After regaining her composure, she took a few steps forward and tilted her head ever so slightly. "Teacher, I assume?" she asked her, raising an eyebrow at her.

[K]

~"HOLY SHIT!!!!"~

The outburst from a nearby girl caused the being's blue eye to focus right onto her, its constant writing in its little red book screeching to a halt. Its right hand, still holding the pen, lifted up to brush a bit of its crimson bangs out of its face, so that it's single eye good get a better looksee at the girl. Just from a single glance at this pretty young girl, the being could tell that if there was any sort of a dress code in this school, then this girl either didn't know about it or completely ignored it.

I feel at home already.

An amused smile spread over its features as the creature watched the girl recover from her little surprise, its pen moving once more, yet its gaze never straying from the young girl...

Note to self: Upload some more Tom Jones to my mp3 player.

As the girl asked her question, the creature's pen once again screeched to a halt. Interesting. The first student interaction of the day... Let's see how this works out for our new friend here.

"...You assume correctly, miss... and I, in turn, will assume that you are a student, if you will allow me to."

The creature's voice was low, smooth, and slightly musical; the type of voice that one usually couldn't tell right away if it belonged to a female or male. The tall figure bent down slightly, the smile on its face light and sweet, like a marshmellow peep... the type that looked like after a while, it would taste a little stale.

"Tell me, if you will... do you happen to play any sort of musical instrument? Or do you sing?"

[Helter Skelter]

Helter Skelter seemed to have a hard time finding out this person's gender, which wasn't all that odd to her. Usually she finds out by voice, but even this was becoming quite the challenge. Figure, nada. Either way, this... teacher was a giant, easily towered over Helter (and she was average height for a female). The red-head stuck her hand into her pocket and turned down her music a tad, but not too much. The girl in a flash maneuvered her finger to change the song to the Beatles instead, she felt like a change in tune.

"Naturally" the pale girl replied to her, placing her other hand in her pocket, too. "Doubt I'd see myself as anything else than a student anyways, let alone other people" she replied in a flat tone, making a light shrug with her shoulders. The girl bit on her lip a bit when the figure leaned down a bit, making her feel a bit more belittled in height once again.


Helter mentally cursed herself for the fact her body stopped growing when she turned 12.


The girl raised her eyebrows at the expression she had on her face, it was sweet, almost sickeningly sweet. Helter wasn't too fond of it, and it showed her in her expression. Her mouth pinched into a thin line until she released her lips and blinked. Instruments? Singing?

....

If she was right, a music teacher... huh.

Helter scratched the back of her head and sighed, "Weeelll..." she thought, rolling her head in thought. Part of her didn't want to say, she used instruments in private. But, hey... Helter didn't seem to mind this person too much yet, might as well say something. "Don't sing" Helter told her in a annoyed tone, which was a straight-faced lie. She loved to sing to oldies, but that was for her to know. "Brass instruments is my forte" she nodded to herself, "Particularly the Trombone and the French Horn"

[K]

"...Mmmm..."

A low hum resonated from the one-eyed giant as its spine slowly straightened up again, peering down at the girl for a moment. An odd twinkle glimmered within the creature's eye as it seemed to stare right through the girl's frame. Finally, a small smile twitched at the ends of its lips, and the pen began to move once again.

"I see... very good, miss, very good. Glad to hear... Glad to hear that not all... 'musicians'... within this school play only the guitar and the piano. Honestly, as much as I do enjoy their sound, it's always good to listen to other forms of music. After all... variety is the spice of life, ne, miss?"

After a moment, the creature looked down at what it had written in the notebook, and a chuckle escaped it. Its smile became slightly apologetic as it looked back over towards the young lady. It readjusted the eyepatch that covered its right eye as it next spoke.

"Ah... listen to me rant on. Such behavior..."

The giant placed the pen within the little red book and shut it, peering over towards the girl again, the odd glimmer back in its eye.

"I apologize if I seem forward, miss, but... may I have your name? For future reference and such..."

[Helter Skelter]

Her cream eyes watched carefully as the teacher jotted town more onto her red notebook, making Helter raise a curious eyebrow. Apparently it was very good that she actually played Brass instruments (would never admit it otherwise) because of her love of Jazz (again, would never admit it). There was defiantly more to this... err... thing than first meets the eye, and to be frank, a lot meets the eye

Her fingers idly played around with her headphones when she listened to the person, clad in pinstripe. The person was making quite a lot of sense, there was guitar and piano players coming out of the money-maker. Rarely were they any good, too. The main reason people played Guitar or Piano was because they were popular instruments, easier to learn, well known, made you cool. She shrugged at that, she really didn't care if it made her look cool or not. "I'm with you on that one" Helter replied to her with a thin smile, though the red-head often stayed away from anything that required strings. If variety was the spice of life, the enormous teacher here was wasabi. A light chuckle escaped the girl and she shrugged, "I've seen worse ranting than you" she told her.

And boy, wasn't it true.

The girl blinked when she asked, her name? Helter always hated mentioning her name... but it wasn't like she could avoid telling her. "Helter Skelter" she told her flatly, "And before you ask; Yes. That is my actual name". Not many people often believed her, but it was her name, and the only name she'd ever known. The girl shoved her hands into her pockets once again and looked up at the tall figure, "And may I ask the name of the new teacher here, as well?"

[K]

((OOC: Ocrap. Here's the point where I start to slow down... MUST... NOT... GET INTO... RPING SLUMP!))


~"Helter Skelter. And before you ask; Yes. That is my actual name."~

"And such a lovely name it is, miss. Spelled like the song, I suppose? Quite lovely... yes. And yes, you may ask my name. Ask any question that you'd like, and I will do my best to answer... though keep in mind, my answers are not always complete."

The creature had opened the book by then and had started jotting down like wildfire by now. Its brow crinkled for a moment as it crossed out a bit of what it had written and continued to write, then closed the book. As it spoke next, it stepped back a bit, then took a deep, sweeping bow for Miss Helter Skelter.

"To you... I am Professor K... the new music teacher. It is a pleasure and a privilege to meet you, Miss Skelter."

As it slowly stood back up straight from the bow, an odd smile on its face as it looked at Helter for a moment, before opening its book again, its pen hovering over the pages as it looked back up at the young girl.

"...I'm being awfully inquisitive, for which I apologize, but I wonder... do you know of any other good musicians within this school? Anyone? If I am to teach any sort of musical ensemble, then I should at least know that there are some who would be interested."

K had intentionally not asked the girl to join any of its music classes. If the girl was interested in it, then all the girl had to do was speak up, and K would write her down posthaste in its little red book. Mainly, though, K wanted an assessment of what sort of group would be the most popular in the school. It was hoping for perhaps a chorus or band to start out with... or perhaps even a jazz band. First, though, it would have to figure out exactly what sort of instruments were available for it to put to use (besides piano and guitar, which, once again, are perfectly fine instruments, but she wasn't exactly interested in making a rock band as its first musical ensemble.)

[Helter Skelter]

((OOC: xDD Take your time! Everyone can get busy. >>; I apologize about the delay, yardwork/Building a second shed))



Helter nodded, "Just like the song" she told the gender-bending being, half-expecting it to ask that. She always got that. People always simply expected her to be just a Beatles enthusiast. She loved John Lennon as the next schmuck, but there was more to her name. To the red-head, it was bittersweet in meaning. Switching the song of her iPOD once again. She felt like this was more of a Metallica moment. She smirked up at the teacher, she liked her so far, mind-games were always something Helter Skelter loved. "Fair enough to me" she added on in an almost sing-song tone.

She was starting to like this school.

The pale girl rocked on heel to toe, watching intently as the person was jotting down notes. Professor K, huh? The teenager's expression turned sour for a moment, still no luck with the gender. Helter was starting to get the impression that the the heshe was trying to keep it's gender a secret on purpose. To what reason, she did not know. Either way, she'd try to find out somehow. She had one thing right so far, it was a music teacher.

Her hand slipped out of her pocket and she gripped her chin lightly, other students? Helter hadn't been here long, but she had heard around... "Several guitar players" the girl started, "I've heard rumours that a girl with red and black hair plays the Saxophone, but only in private. Dela? No... uh... Delilah, that's her name. Some blonde girl that lives with her plays Violin. There's a classical singer with white hair and green eyes, her names Emily, I think". The red-head's expression turned blank in thought for a moment before she scratched her head, "To be honest, I don't know any others" she told her with a shrug.

That's when the thought hit her.
Music Teacher + band students = JAZZ BAND.

The girl blinked and a grin curled at her cheeks, "Jazz band..." Helter hummed under her breath, "Yes" Her cream eyes turned to look up at the new band teacher. "So you're starting an ensemble then?" she asked the teacher, raising her eyebrows high, "I hate to ask like this (Yeah, right), but I would love it if I could join your band".

Nope...
Not out of her way to ask for things, that's for sure.