Just Hanging (Patrick,open)

[Deja Niyana]

There Deja Hung on a low branch to a tall tree, lying back slightly, her hood to her gray and red striped hoodie up, her black cap covering her red hair while her bangs covered her light green eyes. She laying back agaisnt the trunk combfortly, relaxing her ipod in hand. Her other hand leaned on another branch, which is why she didnt fall. Her eyes were closed (ooc: not that you could see them) and a lazy half smile hang on her face. i]Finally a time to hang back and chill, this place is way to werid.[/i] It was midday, people were probally in class or chilling somewhere so she had her peace. Her tree was located just leaning to building B in the middle of all the school buildings. [/color]

[Patrick O'Connor]

Patrick was up to antics that he had performed on a daily basis back in that hell of a school known as 5.5.2. He was skipping class. Why? He was not a dumb kid, far from genius but he had a brain. No, it was more of a habit for him at thes point. He would go and relax in the courtyard of the school or on the roof. Except this time around he was in a new enviorment performing the same old thing. Not that that really mattered anyhow. If it was one thing that The Irish junior it was that everywhere everyone, everything was the same. People were just as corrupt here as they were back in New York. And the same could be said for any habit that one might call of a student.

So Patrick was wandering through the halls of the school brooding. He was mad as hell and in terms of the network he wasn't going to take it any more. Well He was mainly mad, confused and deep down, too far for anyone to see was severely deppressed. He was alone in this world. He always had been and at this point he had no reason not to believe that that would continue. Any one that had ever gotten any where close to him had died. His parents, the orphan gang that he ran with and most importantly Zea. Everyone of those people he had watched die right before his eyes. On his parent's death he had received the signature scar on his face, the one on the right side. The scar went down vertically from his eyebrow down past his nose. It was his token of rememberance, everytime he looked in the mirror he watched his parrents killed, again. On His back was an intricate set of scars that formed a very intricate set of wings that reminded him why Zea had died everytime he put his back to something.

Patrick entered the courtyard as a light breeze lifted his medium length red mane of hair. He inhaled with his eyes closed as he remembered better days in the courtyard with Zea. Patrick then continued to walk forward as he fixed the whit bandanna tied around his head with his gloved hands. His hands wore blacke fingerless gloves that held holes where the knuckles were supposed to be. On his torso he wore a black tanktop that on his shoulders revealed the ends of the intricate wings. He also wore khaki cargo shorts.

As Patrick made his way to the center of the courtyard he was stopped by three students, the leader who was in the middle proclaimed, "Your a transfer and we don't like that."

Patrick had been almost happy, a rare thing, now he was very upset. In his Irish accent he spoke up, "And I don't like yer eyes."

The three kids laughed at him for the lame comeback, but Patrick continued, "So yer going to go blind today, Ye are going to be a cripple for the rest of yer life and yer going to be pissin blood for a very long time."

At that The leader charged him. Patrick stepped back into a fighting stance that of a boxer. He threw a right cross at the kid's left eye, dropping him. The two other kids got on either one of his sides trying to surrond him. The one to his left tried to throw his own right cross at the side of Patrick's head. Patrick however dropped to a crouch letting the ape drop his friend momentarily. Patrick followd this up by throwing a very hard hook into the kids kidney dropping him in pain, he was done. Patrick turned around to the kid who was now standing up, the one who had been dropped by his friend. The kid tried to throw another right cross at him. Patrick sidestepped the left and grabbed the kid's arm andpulled him forward, tripping him over his leg. As the kid hit the ground Patrick stomped on the back of his knee. He stomped until it broke with a crack, the knee would never heal right, leaving him crippled.

Patrick Had one last thing to do. He walked over to the leader. Patrick kneeled beside him as he put up to his hands up to the kid's face. Patrick then plunged his thumbs into the kid's eyes, not deep enough to kill but to do what he said he would, to blind him. after wiping his hands on the kid's shirt Patrick got up and began to walk off. Little did he know that someone had been watching him...

[Gabriel Seran]

So sitting there minding his own business, well not so much, Gabriel was up to his normal routine, watching the school making sure that any change in the situation unfolding was taken note.
A few such people caught his eye; first there was the normal witch burning group if students preaching anti-transfer slogans whom infact where probably moreso closely associated with him than would be comfortable, a red-head with a spark in his step looking to be trouble: Gabriel would mind to keep a close eye on him, and another red-head this one a young woman who from the look of it was in a relaxed state.
Thats when shit went down!
The coven began shouting angry slurs towards the red-maned male only to be met with an enraged opposition.
"So yer going to go blind today, Ye are going to be a cripple for the rest of yer life and yer going to be pissin blood for a very long time."
The guy took on three others of his own prowess doing exactly as he'd intended.
A sense of shock rose to Gabriel's thoughts, though he didn't know the guys he'd disabled he had some connection with them seeing as they hadn't been transfers.
"now, I wonder do you understand why these people hate you?" Gabriel uttered slightly enraged but remaining in complete control, "you are fucking with an establishment you dont understand!"
The blood was pounding in his head hoping for a release

[Deja Niyana]

Deja lifted her hat and her eyes piereced through the two boys, her emotionless mask on masking her disgust as her eyes wondered to the blood, and the two men fighting. She jumped down landing like a cat, strechingly got up and began to slowly walk away. Deja only look behind her shoulder once to peek at the corner of her eye the boys before she wanted no part of this not even as the specatuer. Meaningless violenece, what was that going to change? "An Eye for an Eye makes the whole world blind." she muttered as she walked.

[Patrick O'Connor]

"now, I wonder do you understand why these people hate you?"

"Do ye understand that I don't care? Had the kid not been sputing about anti transfer bull I would have done that regardless," Patrick said. He spoke the truth, at this point and time had anyone done that to him he would have kicked the crap out of him, beating them senseless. He didn't care about the anti transfer sentiment that seemed to be going around. He hadn't paid much attention to it until the random moments that it had come up to him with violence. Sure He had killed a few of them, crippled a few more but he could honestly say that he never instigated anything. He was a "reacter" he didn't start much but he sure ended it pretty well.

"you are f@#$%^@ with an establishment you dont understand!"

Patrick pointed at the kid with his right gloved hand. He had been annoyed by this kid on a scale that was near unimaginable. He spoke with anger, Zea and others on mind, he spoke with a growl, "Don't ye ever say I don't understand the system. I hate the system of the school, the cities and the world in general. I worked for the headmaster of my previous school to try and bring this wretched system down. Want to know what I discovered? That no matter what the evidence I had I couldn't bring it down, why? The bloody cops were involved as well as the mayor. I tried to make the city a better place, want to know what I found out? That every-bloody-person is corrupt and self serving. These kids hated me not for being a transfer but because they saw me as a threat to their precious power. And dont ye dare try and say I dont understand the establishment. It was the same in Boston, New York and guess what I've found, its the same here."

Patrick was mad at the kid for stating that he didn't understand the system. He was mad that the kid was ignorant, or arrogant he really hadn't decided which, enough to think that here it would be any different then before. It really was the same everywhere sadly enough. Patrick was mad at the presumption though he was not out of control. Then a girl walked by.

"An Eye for an Eye makes the whole world blind."

Another ignorant comment. Patrick was at the point that he had to put in his own comment to that, "Yeah and ye let people walk all over ye and you end up beaten, broken and with nothing."

Maybe it was despair that made Patrick the way he was now, maybe it was the plain truth of it all that made him this way. There was still thought the undeniable fact that he was very cynical now. Straight to the definition. He was weary for world experience. He had seen the world at its worst, constantly, anything good ever to happen to him had been stripped away. He had seen too much to be left unharmed. He just didn't care anymore about trying to help others. It was all for one, Patrick had learned the hard way. If those were the rulse of the world then he would play to win...

[Deja Niyana]

"And how will more violence stop violence in the first place?" she said stopping briskly to turn and look at him "You cant find a middle path? its just break or be broken then?" Deja said putting her hands in her jeans "You can say whatever excuses you want, but you know you've just given up when you decide that there is no middle path" With that she briskly turned and walked not waiting for a reply. She was annoyed with people thinking violence was the only answer how the hell did that trend start? Or more importantly why did people think they needed to go sin for sin, eye for eye, heart for heart she thought sighing and shaking her head as she continued to walk.

[Gabriel Seran]

Gabriel was still a bit on the angry side of the fence but the girl said exactly what he was thiking and it made him calm if even for a second or two.
now to adress the matter at hand
"The world is corrupt, but you cant go around making your own justice!"
That would make him what?
A Vigalante, one of his childhood masked superheros?
Gabriel came across the yard hoping to interfere with the girl turning away's path.
"and you cant simply turn your back on problems either.." this time he was a bit stubborn in trying to attain his selfrightiousness.
Gabriel grabbed one of the downed kds recently beaten to blindness by his arm.
"Take him to the office, tell em he tripped." He ordered to one of the less injured fellows in a threatening tone, the kind that gives the impression that if he were to do elsewise he'd end up worseoff.
Gabriel returned his attention to the man he'd adressed first.
"I'm Gabriel" he'd extend an offering of peace with a hand shake.

[Deja Niyana]

Deja shrugged "Well It wasn't my problem to begin with,but it is now isn't it?" she said her face falling a bit "just great..." she muttered. Deja reached into her pocket and turned her music up "how troublesome" (ooc: Shiikkmarruuu clone!!!) She viewed her surrounding looks for something anything to get the out of these two crazy people. Well more crazy then the other, but the other must be crazy to tell the other off for extreme violence and then want a friendly hand shake.

[Patrick O'Connor]

"You cant find a middle path? its just break or be broken then? You can say whatever excuses you want, but you know you've just given up when you decide that there is no middle path"

"Pretty Much," Patrick would call after her. He didn't care about her petty ideals of right or wrong. Why though? Because he held them once and they had been broken, time and time again by the cruel reality of life. The cold truth was that the world was kill or be killed. That was a law that was held even in the wild. The sick and the weak were killed of while the strong live on to fight another day. He voiced his opinion, "The world is a kill or be killed place. The strong suvive and the weak are swept aside. There is no middle road."

"The world is corrupt, but you cant go around making your own justice!"

"Never said I was mate," Patrick replied, "The law of this world is look out for number one. And that was what i was doing. And I guess one could argue that in a way we all make our own justice through the rule of the land. But there is no such thing as global justice. If ye llook at the government, the cops, everyone is looking out for there own interests. Stay alive live that's the best advice I can give and even that's hard enough."

It was rough but it was the truth. Patrick in his current state had opened up a good deal more then he had wanted to. The other boy made a peace offering by holding out his hand and saying his name was Gabriel. Patrick took the hand replying "Patrick"

And with the orders going around to help the beaten kids, the Irish junior had one and only one reply a cold., "Leave 'em fer the buzzards. If they can make it to help on their own there good but if they can't you're just making things harder on them."

OOC: meh a little crappy but im tired

[Gabriel Seran]

A slight grin appeared on Gabriel's face
he liked the Patrick's outlook on the scenario, very decisive.
Kill or be killed; funny thats how he'd once lived by, now it was plot, decive, and plunder.

"Leave 'em fer the buzzards. If they can make it to help on their own there good but if they can't you're just making things harder on them."

The voice brought Gabriel a cold shudder that he felt up his spine
Good, a man that shows no empathy for weakness will come in handy.

Gabriel's attention turned back to the girl who'd sided with him on the matter and showed his own sense of gratitude by offering his own hand in friendship.
"I appreciate the support, and you are?" he would speak in the deep haze of his own little french accent.

[Deja Niyana]

Deja looked at the hand and sighed shaking it "Deja" she said merely, taking down her hood and putting her hands in her pockets after shaking it "You have a very grim hopeless look on things...." She said to Patrick "But I suppose every man has his tale." she said shurgging it off.
She took out her earphones and wrapped it around her Ipod sticking it into her pocket and streching her arms out before putting them in her back pockets. "Hmmmm" was all she said as she looked around "Not much different" she commented lightly" Examining the surronding area. Her crimison bangs covered her eyes as she studied them both slightly making notes in her head.

[Patrick O'Connor]

"You have a very grim hopeless look on things...."

The pair were still talking about niceties. The male, Gabriel, was thanking the girl for helping the kid's lives he had ruined out. The girl, who revealed her self to be Deja was saying that he had a grim out look on things. How naive these people were. The believed in codes such as honor, and helping your fellow man out. The girl thought there was a middle road too. And to that, sure, there was a middle road and in life if you drove in the middle of the road you got hit from both sides. The completly violent and corrupt types that only looked out for their own benefits and the there was the weak, the types that needed help everyother second. The strong side oft carjacked them quote unquote. Now there was the ones who attempted to drive down the middle. They drove on both sides of the road, thus in the middle, they craved the ideals that the weak be helped but were forced into violence to do so, they were also as preachy as the innocent, demanding help for the cause. In the end the ones in the middle got smattered by both sides or they either became corrupt or wisend up. Patrick was the latter to his figuring. He knew the anology wasn't the best but it seemed right to a degree. Or maybe it was better that he not say that (xD).

"But I suppose every man has his tale."

"Yeah," Patrick blurted out rudely turning to look at the girl properly for the first time. If she looked to his face she would find a long vertical scar running down the right side of his face. It started and the middle of his right eybrow, going down bisecting his eye then continuing to stop about a centimeter above the corner of his mouth. Patrick would continue, "The rule of the world is look out for number one. The quicker you learn that the better life will be. Give up your naive ideals and it will be a not eaiser in the long run."

Maybe Patrick had said too much. He didn't quite know. He was slightly disgusted with the two. Their ideals were going to get them hurt in the long run. Not that he cared. All he cared about was himself. He had his own problems right? He had to get the things in his life sorted out and make things better for himself. If he did that then everything would be fine right? That is what he believed, that's what he had seen. That was all he knew now. Disgusted he would turn around and walk away. If not stopped he would return the halls to roam...