259 Reunion!

[Zack Asiv]

"Ah, yes I'm still Supervisor, a nice young up-and-coming man has been training under me to take over, so I am soon to retire. As for how the school is goin? I like the way its been going, still violant as the old days, but... You get too used to it for it to bother you really. The repair guys are really good at their job now."

Malice noticed Aureus's attention get stolen for a moment, and Malice would peer to the two ex-pillars that had gotten together, so he figured he would go say hi to them.

"Well alas the night is still young and there are more people to talk to, maybe you should go catch up with some old friends too."

Malice would walk over to Emily and David at this point, a smile on his face.

"Why hello there. Having fun?"

[seishounohana]

Hearing no reply from David still, she squinted her eyes at him and poked him in the chest lightly (but playfully, almost sultry). "You~-"

"Emily?"

...?

That was a familiar voice. Was that-- "Goodness, it's been ages."

Emily would pause for a few moments, picking up pieces of memories before she finally realized who the girl was. Why, it was Olesya! She had watched several of her previous games, and Emily must admit -- her team was a very good one at that.

"Oh my God!" She beamed, "Olesya?! Yeah! It's been a while! How are you!?"

She almost didn't notice the supervisor that had gone to greet them and only heard a: "Why hello there. Having fun?" Her head turned towards this voice, and greeted it with a smile. "Mr. Malice! Glad to see you doing well. Sorry if I don't seem to be very... well-dressed for this reunion. I just kinda got back from my shift at the hospital."

The nurse laughed nervously, and smiled.

[olesya]

Olesya grinned at the surprise on Emily's face, beaming at the fact that old friendships were well remembered.

"Oh my God! Olesya?! Yeah! It's been a while! How are you!?"

The athlete laughed, hugging the nurse. Pulling away she ran a hand through her disheveled hair.

"I know, I'm sorry. I've been so busy with the team and all, I meant to send you a card but it's been sitting on my kitchen table for weeks. I'm well, and happy. I'm really loveing the whole professional soccer thing."

She laughed again, in a no surprise sort of way. Olesya had always been really active, and fought for fun, so it was only natural that she used her energy and talent for sports. And she wasn't a dumb jock either, she only kept enough money to live comfortably, donating the rest to medical research and shelters and whatever needed it. She didn't really need 5 cars, afterall.

Olesya turned to face their old supervisor as he walked up, and she nodded in greeting as Emily spoke.

"Mr. Malice! Glad to see you doing well. Sorry if I don't seem to be very... well-dressed for this reunion. I just kinda got back from my shift at the hospital."

"Oh don't worry about it, I just got back from a game. I mean I showered and all, but I didn't have any time to get really dolled up. This isn't a suit an tie affair afterall, Em. How are you doing, Mr. Malice?"

[David B.]

Too many things at one time were happening. He heard Emily, but was a little shocked to see her when he turned. She was the same size, but had grown in the face, and her hair was short, still with the white hue. He opened his mouth to reply when another girl came up an began speaking to Emily. David looked to her just as the school supervisor, the same one he had when he went here, asked him how he had been. He gave a smile and a raise of his cup.

"Pretty damn good. Living and loving it as usual."

David gave a grin around at the crowd, then at the school.

"So, your still the top dog here i see. You must miss me."

He was eyeing the holes and patchwork to glass and doors that was obviously from fighting students. He laughed a bit, the Old Varsity captain sort of have a moment to reminisce before looking to Emily.

"It sure has been a while Em. How has life treated you?"

He took another drink from his cup ad watched the crowd, eyeing a familiar yellow haired dragon and the Varsity Captain before he had claimed the title.

A lot of people had turned out.

At least now he didn't feel a fool.

[Mitsuki Park]

Mitsuki should not have gone to the reunion, especially with the chances of meeting up with old acquaintances on the high end of the rope. Though she stepped in, wearing a long sleeved off the shoulder beige top that came down just above her knees, along with a pair of loose black dress pants and black heels, giving the already tall girl some more height. Long, dark brown hair that fell just between her shoulder blades swished back and forth, bangs cut just above her brow, hair in so many different layers... Black frames only sharpened the hawk like eyes, neck bare of jewelry, along with her wrists. Over the years, Mitsuki had learned a great deal of lessons and changed - a lot. Physically, she did not mature. She held the same body shape as when she was back in high school, only then it was concealed by baggy clothing. Light make-up, weapons concealed underneath her clothing...

Her job? A secret.

She disappeared in the past, leaving Andrew a long message. He probably thought she was dead, but Andy had managed to break into his own house and shoot Brian before he shot Mitsuki, his foot accidentally stepping on the phone. Mitsuki then made a decision, that it was better for Andrew Black to think she was dead than alive, for her own personal reasons.

But one swipe around the room and Mitsuki promptly turned away and disappeared. One might wonder if there was actually a person there, considering she had managed to disappear so fast.

But it happened.

There is a story Mitsuki would like to tell to her children - if she would ever have any - about her high school years, and ones that would follow after that.

But she did not want to conceive a child and have them be sent to an orphanage because she was too slow to dodge or reflect incoming bullets.

Disappeared.

And if anyone saw her?

Well.



I'm sorry.

[seishounohana]

"I know, I'm sorry. I've been so busy with the team and all, I meant to send you a card but it's been sitting on my kitchen table for weeks. I'm well, and happy. I'm really loveing the whole professional soccer thing."

Emily grinned, well. She had been a fan of Olesya's team for a bit. They had impressive plays, and quite honestly -- slightly biased due to her being good friends with Olesya. It was just sad that she had to leave 259 for PHS260. Slightly upsetting, but hey... whatever happened, happened. Right?

"I saw. Your team's games have been awesome so far!" She complimented, "How many times a week does your team practice? Must've been tough to get to where you guys are right now."

"Oh don't worry about it, I just got back from a game. I mean I showered and all, but I didn't have any time to get really dolled up. This isn't a suit an tie affair afterall, Em. How are you doing, Mr. Malice?"

Ah, right. Emily put a hand behind her head and stuck a tongue out for a minute. Yeah, still as self-critical as ever, this girl was. However, she was more or less more confident, and felt bad about lesser things in life. Having figured out a thing or two about herself, she was more or less more in control of herself, and her darker thoughts.

"It sure has been a while Em. How has life treated you?" Emily turned to look at the Ex-Varsity Captain. Heh. Time really does change people, though... she could not really say if David had really changed all this time. After all, this was the first time she saw him in ten years.

Made her wonder a bit if he was still interested in her, but what the heck. Her grin grew into a smirk as she crossed her arms over her chest, slightly pressing it together and forming a little cleavage to taunt him. All done on purpose -- just like that day when she became the Head of the School Newsletter.

Heh, yes. She remembers.

"Well, David..." She began, "I've been well. Just started my work on the Operating Room a few months back, and I'm still getting the hang of it -- I've been doing good, so far... besides the random patients trying to hit on me, until they're knocked out by with the general anesthesia."

She laughed lightly, yeah. Emily had remained single all this time.

... and yes, she still had feelings for a certain German who had yet to show up. Looking around a bit, she would sigh -- maybe he wasn't coming after all. Best not to get your hopes up, Em.

After all he could be married now, or something... probably dating someone, already.

Ah well, that's life.

[Patrick O'Connor]

Patrick had been in the room for a few minutes and had recieved quite a few mixed reactions. It was pretty interesting actually. But mostly it made Patrick sad. Most of the looks were of hate. He had crippled a few of the people here and had killed the friends of some of the people here. Most of the time in cold blood too. He couldn't help but look down in infieriority. He could not take back what he had done. He spent everyday in solemn morning for those many times he had killed. Somethimes at night he would lie down and not be able to get to sleep, seeing all the faces of the people he had killed. It was overwhelming some times. Those feelings however drove him back into his work with the children. He would give them a better start then he had. Sure Patrick had started out as a seeming saint, against all odds but somewhere along the line he got lost after Zea's death. So now he strove to give others a better start.

As he walked through some of the looks he found entertaining. These were the looks of 'why has a bum come to our reunion?' Those of course was from Patrick's dress. Other's still were looks of amazment, amazment that the once fear roamer of the halls had turned his life around in such a drastic fashion. The looks of everyone were almost unbearable. Patrick couldn't help but regret his decision on coming here as he passed through. He needed a drink. So he walked to the table that held the punch and what not. Almost overcome by the pungent smell of alcohol he stepped back almost bumping into someone. All he could say was, "Ugh, alcohol."

After a brief pause patrick said, "Wow ten years ago I would have never thought I'd say that."

Yes Patrick, the heavy drinker in high school who had destroyed his own liver had given up alcohol. No longer did he drown his sorrows in alcohol. He had given it up for the children. It was funny really. The famed drinker here too, the Irishman had given up all drinking. Not through A.A. but through pure self will. He had crushed that habit. Or perhaps that had only been because he never really had been addicted somehow, who knew?

Looking around he asked, "Any of ye know where the water is?"

[Zana]

The reunion had started, and was well on its way when a slow moving figure entered the school. Upon entry, the figure's head seemed to bob once before jerking upward sharply as the body continued to move forward.

Zan's eyes were half closed and his face had an oddly expressionless or tired look to it. The once spontaneous and excitable lad had become somewhat of a dull person. He looked around and found several elements of "party going" available. Not...that he cared... much. He had simply attended to gaze at other people and listen to others' reminiscing. He was never well acquainted with the other students at school. Or in college. Or even in grad school.

Sporting a simple blue polo shirt with a casual pair of jeans accompanied by a black belt, Zan wouldn't have stood out too much. However, he did have his white coat- along with an ID claiming he had a PhD. A recent development procured through long sleepless nights and cramming throughout most of the afternoon. Unlike his peers, he never sported a great capacity for memorizing- or even learning. A shame to his family really...

He was at ease and felt calm- regardless of his fatigue. Leaning against the wall, he absent mindedly reached for a cup of punch- then drank it in one gulp. He could feel his own boringness radiate outward from him. To no one in particular, he mumbled "sorry", before slumping to the ground and passing out.

Hooray for reunion!

[olesya]

"I saw. Your team's games have been awesome so far! How many times a week does your team practice? Must've been tough to get to where you guys are right now."

Olesya chuckled, a slight pink rising in her cheeks. Though she was rising in the ranks of all-star athletes, she still held onto her humble nature. Afterall, soccer was fun, its why she did it. And to be paid (well) to have fun is probably the best job ever.

"Well, training was really intense to start, to make sure all of us new players were up to snuff and all that. It was like boot camp, almost, but now that we're into the season it's a little easier because we're simply keeping up on our skills between games."

As Emily turned to speak with David, Olesya caught something out of the corner of her eye and she turned quick to the doors where she could have sworn she saw something, someone familiar. People were streaming in and out so it was difficult to tell. Though she shook her head, dismissing herself as crazy. Afterall, she hadn't seen or heard from her in years.

Pulling her shiny silver cellphone from her pocket, she slid it open. No messages. Not that she was expecting anything, but in the back of her mind she still wished something would show up.

From the text she sent when trapped in the 260 school assembly, one she'd never received a reply to, it was like she had dropped off the face of the earth. Never stopped into the cafe again, never passed in the hall. What had become of the school captain? Olesya liked to believe they'd even been friends, though anyone she asked would say she was more of a loner than anything.

Sliding her phone closed again she slipped it back into her pocket and went back to the conversation. This school was digging up memories that both filled Olesya with a warm happy feeling, and a slight tug of dread. But times moves on.

[David B.]

David raised an eyebrow and gave a small smirk as Emily purposely drew attention to her voluptuous chest. He gave a quick flick of his eyes, just to show that he had, indeed noticed, but didn't do anything else. The years had been kind to him, and while he wasn't a womanizer in any aspect, he had conquered, in his eyes, his "fear" of sexual acts. In other words, he was confident in himself in that aspect, and in his abilities, so while he did indeed enjoy the view, Emily would need a little more push than that to get him to really do anything.

Hell, they were at a reunion.

Like he would or COULD do anything.

He laughed as Emily spoke, looking over his shoulder to take a glance at the doorway and see if anyone had shown up he may have recognized.

His laugh died on his lips immediately.

He knew, as soon as he spotted her, who she was.

So the rumors were false.

Mitsuki Park still lived.

He gave a smile he wasn't sure she saw, then gave a mental "good for you" to her. It wasn't a smart-ass good for you, but genuine. He was proud she had lived through whatever hardship had caused her disappearance so many years ago. He wished she had stayed longer, wished she had come over and spoken with him. While the student hierarchy and all the "political" nonsense of the past seemed childish now, he would have liked to have spoken with the Ex-Captain.

She obviously hadn't heard about what happened to Andrew Black while she had been gone.

Now that boy truly loved her.

How he let everyone know that was more than...well, entertaining, to say the least.

David pulled his attention back to the conversation, the smile still on his face as he turned toward Emily.

"So a doctor then? I didn't know you were interested in the medical field. Hows that treating you?"

[seishounohana]

"So a doctor then? I didn't know you were interested in the medical field. Hows that treating you?"

While everyone had more or less spotted a certain person, Emily had more or less been facing the other way. Even though her senses were precise and accurate- Mitsuki was just out of her peripheral range of vision.

But if Emily saw her, she would've smiled. This girl wanted to know the ex-captain better before she disappeared; what a shame she had to disappear.

For now, Emily was more or less ignorant of what was going on.

Still too distracted for her own good -- all she noticed was that Olesya left the group in a hurry. Apparently looking for someone -- David seemed to be somewhat distracted for a second there, so Emily blinked and looked around herself.

The auditorium had begun to crowd quite a bit, and it was hard to see anyone specific.

Emily had begun to look for that person a bit too late. She would blink once again and sigh, before turning to finally answer David's question. "Doctor? No, no. I'm a Surgical Nurse. General surgery for now, trying to get used to it first before maybe going to Cardiothoraic or Neurosurgery. All I do is hand over scalpels and help the Doctors and all that... still kinda deciding if I should get into ACTUAL medicine and become a surgeon myself... eh, but I'll see. Things have been good so far, I guess -- oh, and I still have that painting."

... Yeah, she still had that hanging on her wall. More or less one of her most prized possessions. "How about yourself? Must've dated tons of hot girls by now~."

What? It was the real thing, and basically priceless!