First Day Assembly

[Zack Asiv]

Today was the first day of Public High School Number two five nine. The doors where open and the halls had arrows pointing from the door to the auditorium. In the auditorium five people are on a stage. One man is standing and ready to talk to the students. The other four are sitting patiently, one appears to be pretty young. They are waiting for the students to start flooding in. Under each of the arrows are the words: "This way to the Auditorium." A few students here and there had already wandered in and started talking, or distancing themselves from everyone else. Just as predicted the ifrst day was going to be odd for the students, so all they had to do, was wait.

((OoC: lol crap post, but its just to tell you all to post here please.))

[Ookami]

walking through the halls, wondering what he should try to do first. As he was looking down he saw some arrows, so he figured he should follow them. Turning a few corners and seeing a group of a few girls, as he passed by he coped a feel and rounded the corner before he had a chance to get caught, kept running along the arrows looked back and ran into a locker. Rubbing his head, the girls nearly caught him but Ookami got up and ran fast, jumping down half a flight of stairs and falling the rest of the way. eventualy he got to the assembly for the new kids.

pushing his way through the crowd so he couldnt be caught by the angry women. he wondered when he was going to get a list of his classes as he made his way to a good position to listen.

[Ark]

"Oh goody, the new guys."

Andre chuckled to himself as he made his way through the halls, a quick look around to make sure that the students made it to the hall while he also made his way... just taking the cynic route. It seemed alright of course, it was the first day and usually the seniors kept the lower class-men in there place at least... on the first day, with that in mind Andre finally made his way to the Assembly hall, pushing the doors open and making his way down the rows.

As always... a twitch yes, that twitch... brought on when students waved for him to sit near them, only raising his hand as to say pass he made his way to the stage and climbed up. Yeah uww, a student on stage... as if, so what if he looked like a kid... wasn't his fault! Regardless he walked across the stage, his large iron plated boots clicking on the ground while he himself took a seat behind the podium in the back drop. Shifting his shoulder slightly as the collar of his shirt slid over his shoulder.

~maybe smaller cloths? Nah, I'm comfortable.~

He thought to himself as he looked over the crowd and let off a small sigh.

[Ookami]

seeing a person stand at the podium he craned his neck to see their face, when he saw he figured he must be the person in charge of the school. he looked like a student instead of a teacher though. he started to laugh a bit, but controlled himself a bit. still chuckling for a minute or two.

after he got that out of his system he looked around to see if there was any one around that he could make firends with. he didnt see any one in particular that looked all too interesting so he stopped looking and waited for the guy at the podium to speak. he was also thinking of how close he was to being put into a coma by those girls in the hall. he never met any girls like that, at least not as violant.

[ghiste]

Public High School #259 beware! There was a creature lurking around the school, it was a transfer student, and boy he was one hansom hunk! Yes, this creature was known as a Ghiste, so that is what you will be calling him, go it!? Anyways, it seems this creature was having a blast, and wasting no time getting to know people while the assembly was being held. You see, he was standing with a group of girls as they continually asked him questions about how his life was back before he came to this school. The girls were around his age, Ghiste wasn't good enough to get the sophomore or juniors or anything, but still, it was better than nothing, you know!?

"I love your hair! Can I feel it."

Both of his dull eyes glanced over to the girl who asked this question as a friendly smile went on his face. Moving his right pale hand up he brushed his smooth hair back with it, letting his entire pale face be shown, it was completely clean, acne free! Yes, the beauty was something to be admired! After brushing it back he nodded letting her be able to touch its pure beauty! Yes, Ghiste was having a blast.

"Hey Ghiste, can I have your phone number?"

"Maybe later, lovely."

"Oh my god! That jacket is so cool, where did you get it?"

"Houston, pure leather, I like it too. Want to wear it for awhile?"

"Sure!"

"Here ya go, just make sure you give it back to me, I love that thing."

"Hey, want to hang out with us after school!"

"Sure thing..."

As you can tell, Ghiste was having a blast as he waited for things to truly start up!

[Ookami]

looking to one side as he saw a guy in the middle of a group of girls. figuring he might as well check it out he got up and walked in their direction. once he got close enough he coped a feel on a few girls admireing some pale guy. "hey ladies. man, i wish some of the other schools had girls like you" laughing a bit, figuring if he was going to get beat down he might as well make it worth it.

[zanza]

Moving through a group of students towards the auditorium a brown-headed kid with earphones in his ear silently made his way in looking for sat. It was the same drill at any other school. Zanza would go to school, everyone would want to know him, and then Zanza says or does something stupid that causes everyone to hate him. Of course there were always a few people from every group that would want to be friends with him, but for the most part he would only get in trouble and fights. Of course this was a new school so the groups would be a little less define, but he can still pull off the same effect.

Now entering the crowed aisle Zanza kept his eye open for an empty seat as he squeezed through. As he was moving through the aisle Zanza accidentally bumped into another student and push him out of the aisle on to the floor without saying a word or noticing what he did..

Getting up quickly the student pushed his way towards Zanza and sent a punch straight towards Zanza’s back. Unaware of what was about to happen except for a sudden gut cramp as the punch landed on his back. Starting to fall down from the surprise blow Zanza stepped forward with his right foot and rotated his body to deliver a punch with his right hand straight towards the guy’s chest.

After the punch hit and the guy fell to the ground Zanza grinned as he said in a low tone, “It would take more than one punch to knock me down.”

[ghiste]

It seemed that some guy was intruding on Ghiste's style. Now, most jerks would go off and try to act all tough around this moment, but Ghiste was a different type of jerk. Instead of actually going into some sort of fight with a guy who was trying to take the girls away from him, all Ghiste did was decide he would leave for awhile, and talk to them later when he had the chance. Sure, he could of stayed hanging around with the crew, and ignored the guy completely, but why not just go and get himself a seat while he could.

"Well, well, well, looks like others want to chat with you'll now, if you don't mind I am going to go take a seat. You can give me my jacket back when we meet after school, talk to you'll later."

And Ghiste did just what he said, giving a wave to the girls and a flattering smile, he turned around going over to a good seat on the edge of an isle to wait for this thing to kick off. The seat he got had a pretty good view, right in the middle, and he made sure that there was a SHORT kid sitting in front of him, that way he could actually see the stage instead of the annoying back of somebodies head! It was great, just genius, Ghiste couldn't wait for this thing to start, he wanted to see if these guys had something fun and dandy trick up their sleeve or something!

[Ookami]

dissapointed in the reaction he got, he looked around a bit. seeing the angry faces of the girls that the pretty boy was talking to Ookami started to back away "hey, i figured he'd slug me or something, not walk off" seeing as his words only got him into more trouble he started to run. he was caught by the collar by one of the girls and thrown to the ground. "wait" holding up his hands in surrender "would you let me go if i said i was sorry?" he asked, hoping they would let him go.

the only answer he got was a sharp kick to the jaw. he huddled into a ball and was being kicked and punched by the girls that surrounded the other guy. after a few minutes he crawled out and into the crowd so he wouldnt be found again. when he figured he got far enough away he took a seat and looked at the stage.

now he had a black eye, a bloody nose, a busted lip, countless bruses, a headache, and a bloody shirt. cleaning off his face with his shirt a bit, only making things worse, he tilted his head back and held his nose trying to stop the bleeding "gah....looks like i cant just let my hands go where they want at THIS school" as he was doing that he wondered when this thing was supposed to start, and also wondering if he'd make it out of this school alive, or even this building.

[K]

I want a girl with a mind like a diamond
I want a girl who knows what’s best
I want a girl with shoes that cut
And eyes that burn like cigarettes

I want a girl with the right allocations
Who’s fast, thorough, and sharp as a tack
She’s playing with her jewelry
She’s putting up her hair
She’s touring the facilities
And picking up the slack
I want a girl with a short skirt and a loooooong jacket.


The familiar Cake song played within the History teacher's head as she strolled down the hallways, the eyes of many young virgin males following her trail, mentally drooling as they stared at her long legs. As usual, she was quite a sight to behold, with her short red dress and her loooooong black trench coat draped about her shoulders. Her long, violet locks were tied up in a low, loose bun, and her light brown eyes gazed casually around at the various students about her. Yes, she did realize that they were staring. But did she give a flying fuck about it? No, not at all, in fact. They could stare all that they wanted, for all that she cared, as long as they kept their distance.

Besides, was it really her fault that she was so beautiful?

As she finally reached the auditorium, something managed to catch the woman's calm gaze. A young boy seemed to be taking his seat among the many students, who just so happened to look as if he had just gotten into a rather brutal battle for his life. As she observed him, a light smile lifted at her ruby lips, soon followed by a soft chuckle.

Really, now... The opening assembly has not even started yet, and we already have a fatality.

After that, she went on towards the stage to take her position, a small bit of bounce in her step as the little song continued to play in her head.

I want a girl who gets up early
I want a girl who stays up late
I want a girl with uninterrupted prosperity
Who uses a machete, to cut her red tape

With fingernails that shine like justice
And a voice that is dark like tainted glass
She is fast, thorough, and sharp as a tack
She’s touring the facilities and picking up the slack
I want a girl with a short skirt and a loooooooong, loooooooooong jacket!

[zanza]

Looking around at the groups of students walking into the room Zanza place his ands in his pocket and placing his right foot behind his left foot Zanza performed an about face and started off looking for an empty seat he could find without being disturbed to much. Now walking down the aisle with his head tilted downwards and hands in his pocket Zanza turned into a row of seats and took his spot in the middle despite people complaining behind him about his hair sticking up like a rooster.

[akada]

A red haired menace was the next to show himself. All though he only seemed around 19 years of age, he was just over seven-feet tall. Glancing over at the students that were already seated, and of course his fellow teachers, ironically, he wasnt exactly here to introduce himself. An unbuttoned black silk shirt was resting over his form, allowing all to get a view of the more then well toned form of the hardened fighter, with that small scars were visible along his chest and abdomen from previous fights. He had been called in here from 552, a notrious school in new york, having issues that traveled not only around new york, but traveled around the globe from the sheer amount of carnage that had happened in the building and out. He had been a student at that school, and also one of the major players before he left. Now he was sought out to aid in keeping line here..

"Hmm."

Those large steel boots clung to his feet, clanking rather loudly against the floor as he moved, they were weighted for obvious reasons, to increase strength and speed, though apart from that, he had various things that had been reclaimed before he ventured here. An odd little pendant hanging around his neck, having belonged to one of the various Dragons that attacked, and of course, the coat he pulled off the second dragon to attack was hung up at home. His hands were down in the pockets of what looked like black silk dress pants, and those light blue eyes hidden behind a veil of dark red in thin shades hanging from his ears. Looking around he was trying to find the person whom had sought him out in the first place, a young teacher.

[Ookami]

turning from left to right he looked around, seeing if anyone new or notable came out, seeing a woman with long dark hair and wearing some red. getting up and walking for her. when he got close enough he said "hello, i'm Ookami. what class are you in? hopefully i get the same class as you" smiling, keeping his hands to himself for now.

[Zack Asiv]

Seeing as all the teachers had arrived the somewhat average sized man in the kinda messy dark blue suit stepped up to the podium. He would clear his throat once and speak into the mic, as his voice would boom through the assembly auditorium. It was straight forward and too the point as he spoke, it would feel like that was part of a speech that had been prepared for hours in the middle of the night before spoke.

"Everyone, please take your seats and this will begin."

After waiting a good five minutes for these children to find there seats and get quiet he would reach out with both hands and rest them on the edges of the podium. He would look out to all the students and a small smile would appear apon his face. As slowly did he breath to begin speaking again. The crowed instinctuelly was drawn in by the use of a breathign technique for speeches.

"My name is Mr. Asiv. . . I would like to welcome all of you new students to Public High School number two five nine. . . I am this schools Supervisor, and therefore I would like to let all of you know, we are here for the education of you young people. We are here to try and teach you students the skills you will need to make a living in the real world. . . I want you all to know we will do our best and that all of you will graduate as educated individuels, thank you. . ."

With that he would step down from the podium and the next teacher could step up and introduce themselves. One by one it would work like that, and then after they had all introduced themselves Mr. Asiv would wait at the door behind a table that was being set up to hand out there scheduels. As he turned around a wider smirk could be noted by the other teachers as he went to one of the seats that was empty on the stage.

(OoC: Do not come in late and disrupt the assembly, if you havn't posted yet, just say you where here already.)

[Mitsuki Park]

During the so called assembly, young Mitsuki Park sat quietly and away from most, if not all of the students that were also to attend this school starting today. The red-haired girl was found near the back left corner side of the room, leaning against the wall with her arms crossed in front of her chest, her red crimson bangs falling gently over her face while a crimson red and black coughing mask covered her nose and mouth. Barely anyone's been able to see behind the mask of Mitsuki, due to the fact that Mitsuki always has her mask on in public, and almost on all the time at home. Why? Well, the only person who knew that reason was her brother, who stood next to her, his white hair carefully spiked with gel, also having a white and olive green mask on the lower part of his face. The two stood together, yet her brother was the one who was entering the school as a Sophomore, due to him being a smart asshole who cares nothing for anyone or anything but Mitsuki. It was touching, really, but sometimes, even twins needed some space between each other.

Mitsuki's yellow eyes carefully watched as the school supervisor came up to the stage, introducing himself to the rest of the student body. Her gray shaded pupils narrowed while her pale yellow orbs began to scan the room of students and faculty members, which is when her eyes landed on a large male, possibly over seven feet tall, who looked to be a teacher. She gave a light scoff - were they, as in the faculty, trying to intimidate the other children in the area by showing tall and buff looking teachers? Well, it seemed to be working, due to the fact that a couple of students who noticed this teacher looked a bit constrained, yet if Mitsuki just passed her eyes over the teacher, she would've thought he was a student like herself. But that wasn't possible, was it? Him standing taller then six feet was believable enough, though the fact that he looked well over seven, well, you get the idea.

"Ne-san..."

His voice was deep, calm, tranquil. It was quiet, however, loud enough for Mitsuki to hear, who was right next to the boy. Not once has he ever used a soft tone on Mitsuki, nor was there a time when he ever used a soft tone on anyone for that matter. He was cold, ruthless, yet calm and patient, who was nice in his own way to his flesh and blood, however, his way of being nice was demanding. Instead of a brother, sister relationship like others had, the two had more of a business relationship. Unlike most siblings that fight with each other, Mitsuki didn't dare go against her brother. Why? She had her reasons.

"Nani..."

Her tone of voice was calm - her eyes were closed as she tilted her head slightly to the ground. Just because she wouldn't go against him, didn't mean she wouldn't speak to him in this tone of voice - it was how she usually spoke. Uncaring, really, quietly, calmly, patiently. She was like her brother, in a way, except his tone of voice had a tint of bitter in it, as if she were a problem, only she knew he didn't feel that way or else he would've said it sooner. Not only were the two of them blunt with things, but if something bothered them, they didn't hesitate to tell each other.

"Training at two."

Hesitating for a moment, she gave a brief nod, before her brother disappeared through the mass of people, leaving his younger sister by herself. She gave a small, quiet sigh to herself - training, according to her brother, was like a fight to death. Only he did it until she couldn't move a muscle; if she were to faint, he would find a way to wake her up, and they would continue, and this usually ended up with Mitsuki losing all the time. There was one time where she did beat him, but that was years ago. Sighing once again to herself, she directed her eyes back onto the podium, waiting for this assembly to finish.