The first plan (mars, open)

[Katie Wallace]

Katie walked through the uninviting doors of Public High School #259 and made her way down the corridors unnoticed by those around her. Reaching her locker she thought about making conversation with the girl standing next to her.

Why? Whats the point so she can laugh at me behind my back later? Why do I consider these things?

After collecting the things she needs for her first lesson she began to walk slowly toward her classroom. After several seconds she felt a hard THUD on her shoulder blade, she turned around only to see a boy at her feet picking up a football, mumbling to himself, "At least I didn't hit anyone..." This comment annoyed Katie.

He didn't hit anyone??!! Am I really THAT invisible?

Katie opened her bag and reached in to find a notebook when a she realized she was going to be late for lesson. Forgetting about the notebook she hurried to class. She entered the classroom, not even glanced at by anyone. She took her usual place at the back of the room by herself. A few minutes into the lesson when the teacher had started talking about useless facts Katie already knew she decided to get her notebook and pen. After finally finding a blank page she glanced up and a girl caught her eye.

Her... Thats right last week, i attempted a conversation. She took one look at me and turned back around...

After carefully listening to about 10 minutes of this girls conversation Katie was able to establish that this girl had various boyfriends and found it entertaining to get drunk to the point where she couldn't walk. The gears starting turning in Katie's head as she began to scribble down different ways of torture. Then Katie knew, she thought of the perfect way for this girl to die.

Thats it, it's perfect. If she considers her social life so important, just lock her up. Better yet lock her to a chair, blindfolded, unable to move at all no food no water. Just silence alone will drive her crazy...

The thought of this sinister plan made Katie laugh. Picturing the girl breakdown completely was so satisfying...

No it's not realistic, Katie refused to take it any longer, she wanted to torture some one she truly hated. Not just imagine it, it wasn't good enough. Katie wanted this girl to beg for death. But what could she do?

How can I possibly torture this girl? No! I have to find a way. I refuse to be treated like this any longer!

[Kiril Utrashkin]

((OOC: By the way, you should put your stats into your mini-profile. You have 90 points to distribute among the 6 stats. Minimum 5, max 30. Minor detail until you get into a fight. Considering your persona... It's bound to happen eventually. XD

Also, I don't remember you mentioning what class it was. We're now in math. XP))

Kiril sat in the back of class too. His height often made people tell him to get out of their damn ways. Not that he respected their ill-mouthed requests, he just didn't want to hear their voices. A lot of people were of the opinion that they could beat any other person in the school, save the more "legendary" fighters. He'd heard of corporal punishment from his schooling in Russia. But never of something so unnecessary as a pillar system. The teachers would simply instill the fear of God herself into the misbehaving students. And it was hard to just push away early years of enforcement of a single religious ideal. He'd been trying for eight years now.

The teacher was going on over review concepts from trigonometry. Pythagorean theorem, quadratic formula, sine, cosine, tangent. It was all very familiar to him. Sadly, his younger sister knew all of that kind of stuff before him. He was no slouch, but she was downright talented. Her recovery was probably going much better than his. She'd been too young to remember the scars left by their hometown. Just as well. Less to worry about. He worried, she got the happiness. Seemed fair to him.

Laughter? Kiril turned his good eye at the red-head girl who had laughed mid-class. nothing funny had been said. Unless inverse sine being equal to cosecant was some sort of double-meaning that he had no clue of. She'd gotten quite a few odd looks too. Most of them were "What the fuck?" looks. His was more along the lines of curiousity than any sort of scorn or hatred. So she laughed. Good for her, right? Better happy than pissed.

[Megalomaniac]

In Your Face

..Hey..

..Hey look at him..

God, what a freak..

..Yeah, I heard he..

..Hiss..

..*SLAM*..

"OH God! Arrraacaakkcc...Rkk..Ehh..."

Whispers sifted past the ears of the maleviolent teenager, as blood spattered about the lockers. A random boy slumped down, as the figure clad in pure pitch black continued walking down the hall clad in the joker mask, to scare those around him..?

No..

Regardless of such, Nobody would see it, nobody would hear it, but the keenest eye would be lucky to catch a glimpse of the thin strand of destruction being pulled into his long black trenchcoat, yes..Two strings..

Two strings was all it took to rip that student's skin from his flesh..

Whispers continued, as he made his way to the room that he was supposed to attend, but never did. Yes, he was bored today, as he stood in front of the classroom, crying and screaming behind him from the destruction that Mars had caused..

Hiss..

The door opened slowly, as he morphed inside the room, his jet black hair sifting inwards, the joker mask on his face covering that depressed, pale white face..He stepped inside the classroom as the world went silent around him, and all eyes darted on him.

"..Who are you?" The teacher said halfheartedly.

"Hissss..I think that'ssss none of your bussssinesssss..." Mars snapped in his tongue.

The teacher narrowed his eyes at Mars, before smirking once more, he would tolerate any foreboding behaviour in his classroom. He walked from the back of his desk.

"..You must be Mr. Holstman, correct?" The teacher remarked snidely.

Mars morphed over to the teacher, his footsteps making no sound, almost as if he seeming floated over. The teacher held his ground.

"..SSSSSSIT DOWN!"

Mars demanded, pushing the teacher back into his chair. The teacher slammed against his chair, almost falling backwards..Mars slammed both his hands on the desk..

"Let me asssk you something..Mr. Teacher..I think it's time for you to learn a lessssson.."

A sweatdrop fell from the teachers face.

"..I don't take orders from anyone.."

With that, Mars turned around, moving down the rows, and sitting next to a new face, something he'd never seen before..Planting his boots on the desk, Mars reached out an arm..

..Now, nobody would be able to see it, but Mars had the ability to use thin very strong strings..He began to manipulate his new puppet, making him dance awkwardly about the chalkboard. Students looked around, trying to figure out the source..

..They would be lucky to know it was the psycho in the back corner..

"Heh..

Heh..

Hiss.."

[Katie Wallace]

Katie was reasonably calm considering the this boy had sat next to her. She could tell that were alike somehow. The last few minutes had gone quickly. But as weird as this was, a moment ago everyone was staring at her. Although they were insulting looks at least they knew she was there. But one boy, he was tall, didn't sit that far away from Katie, although he was looking at her, at least it didn't look like he hated her. Katie had come across to knew people that didn't ignore her. She could tell this boy with the mask on had at least acknowledged her existence. And the other one didn't seem to hate her completely. Should she start conversation? Wait, what would she say, she didn't know their names. Katie turned to the boy next to her with the mask.

"um, Hi there.

[Kiril Utrashkin]

Kiril could do the math. Awkward, dancing teacher, plus confrontation with Mr. Hissy-pants, plus Hissy's arm outstretched, making odd motions, plus slight glints in the air equaled...

The Russian got the motivation to get out of the chair he was so uncomfortably seated in. They weren't bad, but he had a rather bony posterior, which made sitting on plastic for long periods of time a slight discomfort. His head leaned to the side for a moment, almost laid on his shoulder as a small pop cracked from his neck. It sounded louder to him, but sound traveled through solid objects much better than it did air.

With the slight crick out of the way, he took the short trip over towards the puppeteer. His arms were at his sides non-threateningly. And the only reason he was looking down at the guy was because he was indeed tall compared to a sitting person. His words were slow and carefully chosen, his deep voice carrying the hint of Russian heritage. "Could you stop manipulating the teacher? I would prefer if we could get on with the lessons."