259 Reunion!

[David B.]

You are hereby invited to the first ever 259 and 260 High school reunion, taking place Saturday, July 14th, 2018 at PHS #259! Bringing your wife and Kids is welcome! Event will be held at 7:30 Pacific. Don't miss out!

David sighed as he looked down at the short but to the point letter he had received two weeks ago. It hadn't stated who was hosting the party, if anyone even was, but as he looked up at his old high school he knew it was taking place by the large banner hanging across the entrance. He pushed open the door to his Corvette and hopped out, ready to head inside. He didn't really know why he was even here- he had much better things to do. He had millions and millions of dollars, Mostly from his inheritance. He worked as a bio-nuclear scientist , having graduated college with a masters degree in science and bio chemics. He wore a black long-sleeved shirt and Faded blue jeans, not looking much different than he had since he graduated, besides growing another two inches and gaining a bit more muscle.

He placed one foot in front of the other, heading up the walkway he hadn't set foot on since his graduation. He opened the doors, looking around and noticing that quite a few people had actually come. He walked over to the punch bowl, the twenty eight year old smiling as he remembered the days of his Pillarship here. He saw a few people he could remember fighting, and gave them a nod of respect.

This should be quite interesting.

OOC(( Okay, so, Reunion begins. Its ten years into the future of your character, and you've been invited by letter. First come first serve. There are games to play, drinks (Both alcoholic and non) and people to interact with. Hopefully this thing can stay up and running for a bit, Ja? Fighting is fine, and if your wanting your character to be married to someone Else's character, make sure to PM them with permission. GET TO IT!))

[seishounohana]

'Damn it, I'm going to be late!' A 25-year old Emily said to herself, as she walked towards the school she used to go to. She couldn't help but smile as it came to view.

Things didn't change much, it seemed.

You are hereby invited to the first ever 259 and 260 High school reunion, taking place Saturday, July 14th, 2018 at PHS #259! Bringing your husband and Kids is welcome! Event will be held at 7:30 Pacific. Don't miss out! Said the letter she held firmly in hand. Why, Emily wouldn't miss it for her life!

She poked her head inside -- looks like things really didn't change quite a bit, there were quite a bit of people inside already. Emily couldn't help but be embarrassed at the fact that she was more or less not very well-dressed for this occasion, after all... she had just come from OR duty at the hospital she was working at.

"Oh, shit. Emily? Is that you?"

"You cut your hair? NO FUCKING WAY!"

Those were the first things Emily heard as she stepped inside, quickly noticing several classmates from her junior year. Ah, that year -- when she took on the school newsletter. Good times, good times.

"Yeah, it's me." she said, making a pose, "Like it? I had to cut it short when I started to get annoyed by my long hair getting in the way of work."

She was led to a corner, where she ended up talking with old classmates and several people she had actually burned up as a Junior. Well, it was nice to see them doing well.

After all, they all had changed a lot from their graduation. Emily even more so, as she had gained quite a bit of confidence. She was not the best in her profession, as she was just put into the OR a good 8 months ago-- but she was proud to say that she was not a mediocre nurse. She had potential, and the doctors appreciated her keen senses.

"So, who else is here?" She'd ask, looking around.

[Aureus]

His eyes stretched out past the beach, and far off into the ocean for just a moment before they were thrown back onto the road ahead of him. Windows down, Aureus inhaled deeply as he sped down the highway towards Long Beach. Hours before he had stumbled off a plane at LAX, ate a humble breakfast consisting of a burger, fries, and a fruit smoothie, rented a Mustang and headed straight for his hometown. Just a day before he had been in Seattle, the last stop on their latest tour. And by they, he meant the band.

After several years at UCLA, the ex-Pillar had transferred to MIT for a change of scenery and a better Graphic Arts program. He had been tired of California and it's lazy, sunny days and crazy nights. It's pollution and position as America's center of superficiality. Boston was the exact opposite. It was somewhat more...refined, yet still fun, and it was cold, VERY cold.

While there he met a few guys who shared his passion for music. After two and a half years of brainstorming, non-stop local touring and almost dropping out of school altogether, they had managed to put together an indie band with a fresh sound, decent following, one EP and a full length, self produced album. From there they were picked up by Vagrant Records and released a subsequent three albums.

Out of tune violins, old toy pianos, guitars with outlandish tunings, and skittery synths leaked from their offerings. Some people though their sound changed too much from record to record, but the truth was they were just having too much fun discovering new ways to express themselves. Aureus took the position of guitarist and co-vocalist, and even added some piano to different tracks.

Living like that, on the road all the time, and shutting themselves up in different studios around the world was stressful at times, but they loved it. Their popularity never sent them to amazing heights like it did some bands, more mainstream bands, but that never really mattered. It was a nice middle ground and after six years, they were happy to take a break.

A few of the guys had families to catch up with, but Aureus remained single. There were a few girls here and there, but none of them stuck for more than a year. During his musical downtime, he worked for a few advertising companies. It was nice to actually use the skill he had gone to college for, aside from band stuff. But after some time had passed, a few people he had met from other bands while on tour invited him to work on a new project with them. He was more than happy to agree and so another two months of touring ensued. And now, here he was, on his way back to 259.

Ten years later, Aureus' hair was a little longer than he had liked it as a teenager and a little shaggier. His face was scruffy and more defined. He was taller too, but only by an inch or so. His dull, brown eyes were masked from view by sunglasses and a plain T-shirt reading "Teh" covered his torso. Tattered jeans swished together as he pushed his way through the door and into the building. The people nearby stopped to see who the newcomer was, but didn't seem to recognize him. Well that's a relief. he thought to himself before finding the most secluded spot in the room. Yes, Aureus still enjoyed his privacy. In all honesty, he looked a little out of place. Some people had actually gotten dressed up.

An initial scan of the room revealed a few people he recognized here and there, but none that really caught his eye. The one person he was looking for was absent. Who knows if she would even come, and the fact he was that anxious to see her annoyed him to no end. That boat had sailed long ago, and he was old enough to know not to dwell on the past.

Getting up, the musician quietly greeted a few old teachers before helping himself to some wine at the open bar. A good deal of people were present, but it was barely half their class. He was interested to see how well this night would go, and hopefully he wouldn't run into any fans, depending on how well he knew them, that is.

[Deryk Bayard]

Deryk pulled on both doors at once, making his arms spread wide as his presence was revealed to everyone inside. Since school, Deryk had changed only slightly. He hadn't even seemed to age all that much. He had changed his hair color somewhat though. He often got it cut short, but kept the signature long rat-tail that he'd been known for in high school and college. Well, he'd been known for other much more important things, but PHYSICALLY, that was his defining trait. Now it was a bright red with blonde highlights, spiked straight up in broad triangles. He'd finally mastered getting his hair to look like fire in his third year of college. Now he was wearing an open Isenhower jacket, white dress shirt, and a black tie. Dark olive slacks, the same color as the jacket, and black dress shoes. Yeah, he was looking pretty nicely cleaned up. The back of his neck still had several metal plates, all silvered and in a spinal cord shape. At the very base of his neck, the metallic spinal cord held a hexagonal cover that housed his datajack. In his high school days, he'd learned that his Qi would allow him the ability to do things with his body that he only dreamed of in tabletop games of Shadowrun.

After high school, he'd joined the US Navy, and become like his idol, a SEAL. It had been a tough road, but his skills made him easily capable of making himself invaluable to the team. Maximillian had been proud of his achievement. But he didn't show up in his military dress uniform, this was a throwback to the fun days. Nothing fancy. While he was training with the SEALs, he of course studied all aspects of computer skills in college. In the end, he chose to stay with the SEALs though. Now he mostly did "binary pushing", which was just pen-pushing in digital form. But he got his occasional chances to jump into the field when his skills were needed.

"Heh... Barely remember anyone... Y'all grew up!" He called, cracking a one-sided grin and confidently stepping in to see everyone. He'd always had an odd sense of confidence when he had something planned, but the military had given him confidence even without a plan. Having a jovial laugh at nothing, he stepped into the area, checking out everything he could, hoping to find someone from the past that he'd had oh-so-much fun with.

[Zack Asiv]

And near the fruit punch and free food, who should be standing there? But good old Supervisor Mr. Alex Malice.... Still doing the same job at his ripe age. His now salt and pepper hair was combed nicely and he wore a black suit with no sleeves. He was still nicely in shape, but his age showed. Twas the point, right? He was like in his mid 40's. Yet he still found a way to keep up with the younger crowed. Just not in such a physical manner like he used too. Either way he was conversing with the younger crowed.

He saw many of the 20XX Graduates walking around, and he was starting to get all sentamental and stuff. Mostly the pillars and ex-pillars had showed up and esspecially got his attention. So he descided to go see the Varsity Captain's in order.

"Mr. Aureus Hayes? Seen much of you on T.V. Not to mention alot of students listen to your bands songs durring class."

[Aureus]

The first person to approach him was none other than the Supervisor, Mr. Alex Malice. He was a good man, just as Asiv had been and Aureus was curious to know if he still held his position after all these years. Ten, to be specific. It was a long time, and so much had happened, for him, for everyone. He had a dignified feeling about him, still tough and quick witted, yet firmly respectable. He wore his age well.

"Haha, really now? I don't watch much TV, and we all try to stay as far away from the press as possible. I guess that hasn't stopped them. It's nice to hear that kids these days have good taste though. I take it you're still the Supervisor then? How've things been? With you? With the school?" The man inquired with a genuine smile. It was nice to be home.

[seishounohana]

It didn't take long for the Nurse to become thirsty after so much talking. Having excused herself from the crowd of people she decided to have something to drink from the table.

Her journey towards the food table had been difficult. Emily found herself making her way through crowds, squeezing her still small frame through people, more or less passing by a person with hair that looks like a flame (who apparently was Deryk, but she had yet to recognize him due to the hair). She paused mid-walk and stared at a familiar, talking with who she recognized as Mr. Malice in the distance.

Ah, it was the guy she met with Chihiro that day on the beach.

Having known that they were together at one point, the girl more or less wondered for a moment if the two were still talking to each other. Shaking her head, she changed her mind and headed for the table.

So there was punch/alcohol, wine/alcohol, juice/sugar, where was the water?

She sighed. Tonight's going to be interesting.

Emily didn't think she was a lightweight anymore -- probably what would happen if you've lived with Miria throughout your last two years in High School. A smile came to the white-haired girl and began to wonder how her old friend was -- she hadn't heard of her for a while.

She stood next to the punchbowl, beside David (whom she actually didn't notice yet) as she looked left and right at the table.

Sandwiches, probably some cakes, lots of sushi, and some other stuff. Were they sure they'll finish all that when the night's over? Emily wondered that as she looked for the cups.

Where the hell were the cups...?

"Hey, do you know where they put the...-" Emily trailed off, having turned to the white-haired man and recognized him, "I know you~." She said, pointing at him lightly with a finger.

"It's been a while, Dave."

[Wyatt]

"This was your school when you were a kid?....Doesn't look like my school" Arose a inquisitive voice of a 4-5 year old boy.

The boy had short trimmed jet black hair a kind face with bright blue eyes that seemed to look through people then at them. The kid was wearing what appeared to be a formal get-up which fit the occasion quite well.

The boy also happened to be sitting upon the shoulders of another interesting individual who slowly opened the doors once again to PH'S 259/260.

"Well Appearances are deceiving my son, memories make the place not the other way around...no?" Replied a monotoned voice tilting his head to wards the kid making the deep red shades that he had flicker.

Donning a black suit with a deep red shirt and gloves the 30 year-old Wyatt took another deep gaze at the location...almost breathing it in. The only major difference that could be observed was the lack-there-of of a certain red gaucho and overcoat....also Wyatt's long jet black hair was a bit longer but it would be hard to notice that one.

"Indeed" Stated the kid in amusement to the use of the word that his dad had used so much.

The use of the word made Wyatt give a bit more jolly chuckle then what he used to give, but life was good and therefore it tends to rub off on people a bit more. But then again Wyatt was always the one to love life in the good or bad days.



"May I inquire to who you get that from?"

With that the boy and his father entered the room...

Wyatt couldn't help but feel that it was going to be another long week.....first the air-plane from Hong-Kong to the states. Wyatt had been traveling to the worlds most scared places....currently Wyatt had been talking to Buddhist monks and studying their temples and customs for his lectures and classes that he gave at certain universities. There was so much to prepare for.....a new book to write for his class and curriculum to make....not to mention all the thinking and philosophizing that went along with it.

Only the few who were interested in philosophy and its history would have even heard of Wyatt's books. Wyatt was most pleased of his last book "Me and my red hat". A odd childish title for a book that discussed the idea of the ultimate goods and evils of this world.

But that was the past....the new book and class that Wyatt wanted to add to the list of his works was about how the religions of the world aren't so different at all....but once again that would take some time before it was completed.

Slowly Wyatt touched his shades to remind his brain that they were still there....somethings never changed and never will it would appear. But the mystery would remain about what happened to Wyatt's hat and overcoat to which there would be simple explanations.

Wyatt's gaze seemed to scan the room in an attempt to notice any grown up familiar faces....

[Mr. Kaar]

A twenty nine year old spikey blond haired individual sat in a chair not far from the door, entertaining his oldest son of 6. The boy was throwing punch kick combinations into Leon's open palms. Leon had opened a chain of martial arts schools, and was up for the martial arts championship title. The match is actually in one week. Wearing a formal suit today, he had surveyed already, seeing people he recognized, like Aureus, David Blaze, Emily, Deryk, the supervisor... Is that Wyatt with a young one of his own? What interesting turn abouts.

"There ya go Spike, raise your heel alittle higher into the snap when you kick."

Spike, a young six year old had a matching suit to Leon's, but he had the jacket of it off, and the cuffs undone so as not to ruin it. The boy had tan skin, blaqck short spikey hair, and those dark blue eyes that Leon had. Spike would finish his practice with daddy, and grab his suit jacket. He'd walk over to the.... Scary man (Wyatt) and look up at him puzzled.

"..."

Spike would just stand infront of the man and stare at him and his son on his shoulders.

[Patrick O'Connor]

The twenty seven year old man walked down the side walk leading towards the area where the reunion was suppsoed to be. The man wasn't exactly sure why he was going as the majority of the memories associated with him here had been ones of pain and misery. Here he had murdered students and crippled many more. He had stolen from probably all of the people in this reunion. He could not help but wonder if there would have been more people going to this reunion if he had never existed. The sufferring here was something he would never be able to shrug off and the hate felt towards him would most likely be great. He had spent the majority of his two years here as a thug, living for his own wants and desires. It had not been until about a month before his graduation that he had changed. He had then gotten involved in an incident that would leave him missing graduation and in the hospital for a month or two.

It had something to do with the failure of his liver from the mass amounts of alcohol he had been consuming in the past two years then. That Had not lain him up but it had made him find purpose again. It had changed his outlook on waht little time he had left in life. The incident that had occured was not his own doing but for the first time in a long time he put his life on the line for someone else. He had ended up saving that person but at a huge cost to his body. That was what had put him in the hospital. With the amazing amount of damage done to his body id was thought that he was going to die of something other then liver failure. He slipped into a coma and for the next few months the doctors were waiting for him to die of something. Amazingly when he had woken up Patrick discovered that he was in fact alive and somehow recieved a liver. It was amazing. Patrick had another shot on life.

He had fogone college and used the money he had accured though illegal means to start was was now the world reknown "Heart Foundation" named after his deceased love though the origin of the name was only known to a few people. It was a orphanage that would not turn away any child and often seemed to take more children then they could feasibly care for. There were constant additions being added so that if could care for the children. It was nonprofit of course but it seemed to be a money pit. The foundation in the early years seemed like it would collapse any day but Patrick found another way to gain money.

He had taken up fighting, already deemed a professional from his fights in the rings of Long Beach He fought long and hard in every match. As he grew in popularity he became known as "Life's Throwback" from his past, though the full extent of his deeds to this date remain unknown. Fighting for others Patrick had never in his Professional career had a loss, an amazing feat since he had been in over sixty matches in the past ten years. He has hugely popular in the UFC having a very large fan following for his "Good" reasons for fighting, bringing immense popularity to the already "in" sport. In fact many a times he had to turn down belt matches for the sake of the children who he always kept in mind. These days however, he didnt have to fight as much since his fight drew in so much money, about ten million a fight. Yes MMA had caught up to boxing and that could not be better for Patrick's orphans.

The twenty Seven year old Patrick looked like a bum quite bluntly put. That was because just about all the moeny he earned from fighting went to the foundation that he ran personally. In fact he had drove here in a beat up stationwagon that had to be at least twenty years old. Patrick was dressed in a beat up Pair of jeans that had holes in the knees. He still wore a black tank top but over it was a unzipped grey hoode that had seen better days. Over that as well was the beaten up green coat that made the bum image complete. His hair was cut short, to three quarters of an inch, a big change from his days in the school. Though His image was a lot different somehtings never change. He still had the vertical scar on the right side of his face that bisected his eye. Another change in facial feature was that his nose leaned lopsidedly to the left from bing broken so many times. Also he still wore the white bandanna tied around his head and the black fingerless gloves. As he walked into the school he looked up to the sky saying, "Well I made it."

[Wyatt]

OCC: DBZ rules children get 35% of the parents power/strength from birth lol.

ICC:

Wyatt could feel his son's desire to comment on the situation, but the kid would have to wait for his father was quicker to react to the situation and already found the perfect statement.

Wyatt's gaze would now be focused upon the spiky headed child with a small smirk cracking Wyatt's stone calm face. The kid looked familiar to someone that Wyatt had previously known, all that was missing was the blond hair and this would almost be a mini-Leon.

"A face like that is usually followed by a question...yes?"

Came a calm monotoned voice to wards the child. Wyatt kept one eye on the child and the other on look out for the father as Wyatt made another side comment to his son.

"And see Ender, was I not correct about there being other kids here?"

Ender's gaze was broken by his father's words and gave a shy nod to wards the newcomer. Wyatt had always noticed Ender's uncanny resemblance to him excluding the constant calm domineer, lack of shades and short hair. Personality wise however was a hybrid between Wyatt's inquisitive nature with the mothers positive domineer.

For the moment now Wyatt and Ender remained silent each waiting for the response from the kid that stood before them.

[olesya]

"GOALLL!!"

A hearty cheer broke through the air, the brunette making a small victory lap around the goal in her blue and white uniform, the stadium lights flooding the soccer field. Last score of the game, the numbers flashing on the large scoreboard, the cheers from the stands blending together into a mass of white noise. Fellow teammates rushed in on their star offensive player, hoisting her up on their shoulders in a mass of blue and white checkered fabric.

Olesya pumped her fists in the air, sweaty and hot and adrenaline-fueled, though the light from the floodlights reflected off of the watch on her wrist and she paused, the light bulb going on in her head. Checking the time, she cursed (the sounds drowned out by everything around her) and slid down from her teammates shoulders. She tapped her wrist and pointed, a couple of them nodding and laughing, still engulfed in their victory. She had an old high school reunion to attend to, the letter was sitting opened in the locker room.

The 26 year old soccer star dashed to the teams locker room, kicking off her cleats as she pushed through the door, showering quickly and changing into a dark pair of jeans and a green tank top. Nothing too fancy, she didn't even know what to wear to this sort of thing, ruffling her short wet hair as she made her way to the parking lot. She tossed her sports bag into the back of her corvette before hopping into the front seat and revving the engine.

Needless to say, her hair was dry by the time she reached the school.

The dull thud of the bass could be heard outside, surely the music was at a decent decibel level, it promised to be quite the party, though Les didn't know who all would be there any more. She had transferred out of PHS 259 in her Junior year, and though she didn't graduate with the alma mater, she still considered it her home.

Upon walking in, hazel hues glanced around before landing on a white head of hair. Sure it was much shorter than when she had last seen her, but it was unmistakable.

"Emily?"

She asked, walking up to her old friend with a grin.

"Goodness, it's been ages."

[chihiro]

Chi hadn't been back in Long Beach in years, much less the United States. She had owned her own tattoo parlour for a while, building it up from scratch, but it wasn't what she ultimately wanted to do. Chi wasn't the kind of person to settle, and given her history, it really wasn't all that surprising. She had money at her convenience and knowledge from working with the Shadow Knights. She spoke five different languages and housed more practical knowledge than the average human, she wasn't the kind of person to let knowledge go to waste.

She could have worked for the FBI. She could have worked for the CIA, MIA, ABC, XYZ, whatever those clandestine, hush-hush operations were called these days. But again, the prospect didn't seem all that appetizing. In fact what caught her eye was a simple poster at a bus stop in Vancouver, advertising for help overseas. Children, youth, unfortunate individuals who needed compassion in an indifferent world, and not the 50 cents a day kind either.

So she became a nurse, or rather, a nurse/teacher/carpenter/scientist something-or other. She traveled from country to country, in various states of evolution, taking in the culture and style of the people. She would attend dances and festivals, and then build a roof the next day, or stitch up a wounded leg, or teach the science of crop planning. She never stayed in one place for long, but she was never without necessities.

Her letter arrived though many forwarded addresses, finally arriving at her flat in Italy. It wasn't a large place by any means, just a place to come back to every once in a while. She kept her personal belongings here, the few she had, as she couldn't very much bring them about on her travels. A 259 reunion? Should she even bother going back? Well, she had just returned from her last trip and could use a break, maybe even pop in for a visit with her family, hah. Setting the letter down on the table she contemplated it before deciding why the hell not.

One long ass flight later, the twenty eight year old Japanese woman stepped off the plane, rubbing away headache and jet lag as she adjusted her bag on her shoulder. She'd made reservations at a nice hotel in town, having sold her shop and apartment years ago.

As the sun went down, she pulled into the school's parking lot in a rented black Audi, twirling the keys about her finger and pocketing them as she walked through the door. Dark eyes scanned about, and she stifled a yawn before she made her way to the refreshments table in search of some caffeine.

[Aureus]

Before he could get too deeply involved in his conversation with the seasoned Supervisor, the person Aureus had been looking for walked through the door. She had a new look about her, a...cultured look. It was if she had seen everything the world had to offer. A pang of regret kicked him in the stomach, but the man ignored it. He would have to catch up with her later. Yeah, more than a few of his songs had been inspired by her. Mmh....

[Mr. Kaar]

Leon tilted his heasd when Spike stopped infront of the long time... What was Wyatt now a days to him? Friend, foe, rival? Whatever, not like Leon was up to anything considerably out of controle these days. Though the gang world hadn't completely left him, being the next most likely to be the 4th chairman. Leon himself would get up and walk over with a smile. But before the elder could say anythign Spike pointed.

"Your name is Ender? I'm Spike."

Spike would then look to Wyatt again. Kinda lowering his gaze and head innocent like.

"Can Ender play?"

Spike's question would sit as Leon gave a small wave to Wyatt. Fathers could catch up while sons played, ja?