First Day Assembly

[moto]

The only thought that was going through Vincents mind during the whole assembly was the heat! Going from New York weather to California weather was enough to make abnormally weak minded people go insane and show it. But Vincent was just not abnormal in that way. If he was going to be insane, he was going to be insane where no one would be able to see, like in his head. If there was one thing that Vincent would try and avoid it getting a label he didn't really agree with, or for the fact of the matter, any label at all, but that was just crazy to try and not recieve any labels.

So all Vincent could do was try and adapt to the heat. Vincents approach was to wear as light as clothing as possible. So today for school Vincent wore a pair of swimming trunks, a wife beater t-shirt, and a pair of sandals. Although with such pieces of clothing on Vincent was still sweating like he was in a sauna, although he was trying to pay attention to the many teachers speaking after about three minutes he had to find a water fountain so he could try and cool off.

As Vincent left to find a water fountain he noted that he was sitting all by himself near the back of the auditorium. The closest people sitting near him were one row ahead of him but quickly moved after Vincent sat down. Personally, Vincent thought that they moved to sit next to someone they new from another school or something. Upon a memory check Vincent noticed that the people who moved had moved to just about the farthest seat away from where Vincent was sitting. There was no way that the students could've seen the face of someone they knew from that far away.

The only other explaination is the people moved because of the strange people sitting in the same row as himself nine chairs down. They didn't look like the most inviting people in the world and seemed to keep to themselfs, alot.

'Words to hide, as everyone does at one time or another.' Vincent said to himself as he walked the halls in search for a water fountain.

[Ark]

Looking at the students for a moment already observing them, yes... it was his job, and two of the many would also have a meeting with him in time, but that was for later, right now it was introductions, and of course he watched as his fellow peers made there way on stage, a not to each as he listened to Asiv, as always from what he knew of the man his comments were short and to the point. Rather nice if you would ask Andre as the idea of a long dragged out thing only ment less time for there schooling, oh joy. Either way noting Asiv stepping down and because he was the second to arrive he simple got to his feet.

~my turn, oh joy!~

He thought to himself, a rather sarcastic thought really as he didn't really care much for introductions yet regardless of the fact he made his way to the podium, each arm pressing to the top while he lowered the mic with his right hand, oh the jokes, he could hear them now... regardless of that fact he simply cleared his throat.

"Hello. I would like to welcome you to the school, I am your student Dean. As Mr. Asiv said you are here to learn, I myself not a class teacher however am here to make sure that your years here are calm and without to much disturbance."

He said, his tone semi pitched.

"For that reason I am simply here to say that we frown on skipping class, fighting, and generally anything that disrupts the school environment."

He went on.

"Lastly, yes, I am short, I am well aware of that. This however does not make me a student, as such I don't expect to be treated as one, keep that in mind."

He finished as he raised the mic up again and simply turned around, making his way back to his seat.

"Asiv, i'm going to get a drink."

He said under his breath as to not allow the students to hear him and thus made his way off stage via the backdrop.

[akira]

~ What...oh man an assembly straight up...lame! ~

- I slowly walked into the audotorium, my overly large headphones covering my ears, my beanie band around my head and my dreadlocks spilling out behind me. I wore a long grey sleeved shirt with a white torso. I had a black leather collar around my neck as well as two leather cuffs. I had a pair of plain denim jeans on as I sat down towards the back. My music blasting into my ears. My eyes skipped from side to side watching everyones actions. I kept low trying to avoid any unnecissary actions.

~ The first half an hour in school and there is already a fight...I dont think I will be able to keep quiet for too long ~

[[ OoC - I love Spell Check I think I changed 30 words...its 2 in the morning and I am drunk so shush~! ]]

[K]

A calm smile formed upon the History teacher's ruby lips as the student dean stepped down. Finally, it was her turn, her time, her moment to shine her glory upon the students! She couldn’t wait to get started. As soon as the student dean stepped offstage, she walked onstage, her every step still bouncing to some unheard beat as she stepped up. Letting a soft hand glide downward and higher the microphone to her lips, she smiled casually towards all of the students around her.

“Hello there, I’m Miss Kuramoto, and I teach History here at Public High School #259. I would just like you to know that I’m sure that we’ll all have a fulfilling experience here, as long as you at least try to go with the rules.”

Her smile grew a little bigger at this comment, as she knew all too well about what kind of delinquents the students at this school could be. Troublemakers, gang members, she had seen them all, and she had decided that while she was not going to be too strict, she was not about to let any of these students push her around. She knew that trying to stay with the rules would prove to be pretty difficult for some people, but when they needed help with that, she was very much willing to “help” them with their problems.

“I’m not going to be too tight about some things, but if you get a little rough or try to start a fight while I’m around, and no other teachers are around, I may have to take things into my own hands, and you may not like the results too much.”

Oh, yeah, that sounded really intimidating. Then again, due to the semi-joking, friendly tone in her voice, and the friendly grin stretched across her face, she did not seem to be trying to sound intimidating. She was just letting the students know that she did not intend to let the students push her around, just because she was a happy woman in high heels and a skirt. She wanted to try and have at least a semi-normal teaching experience here, after all, making friends and teaching these children all that they needed to know about the world around them. Anyway, there were other teachers that needed to make their introductions, so she decided to make her speech short and to the point.

“Well, anyways, just try not to goof around too much in my class, and I’m sure that we’ll all get along just fine. Let’s all have a good year here, now. Thank you.”

As she concluded, the History teacher bowed her head a bit to the students before stepping down and off of the stage. She had a feeling that she may have overdone it a bit, but hey, at least she didn’t do anything too embarrassing, like trip onstage or anything of the sort, right? Instead of stepping outside like the student dean had, though, Miss Kuramoto decided to stay backstage and watch the assembly calmly. She had seen a couple of new teachers around that had perked her interest a bit, and she wanted to listen to what they had to say, and hopefully get a bit of an idea of what they were all about.

[zanza]

Slumping now due to the all lame introduction Zanza was starting to get bored really fast of this assembly and just wanted the whole thing to end so he could get his schedule and be on his way. Of course Zanza had a feeling that this would extremely boring so he had planned for just the occasion. Pulling out his black video ipod from his white pants Zanza slipped on the earphones as he started to drift off to sleep.

All people ever do is talk talk talk. I am getting tired of it.

With that last thought and a big yawn Zanza proceeded to fall asleep while the teachers where making their introduction.

[Fau$t]

((img218.imageshack.us/img218/5134/miyaviop9.png <----- Faust's facial appearance, just so people know. Or just look at his siggy.))

Faust had actually managed to make it to the school on time. But as he passed through the school door's, he managed to make the realization that almost all the students and facility were in the auditorium. His emotionless stare only matched the strange apathetic nature that had managed to work it's way into his system currently. Apathy was beautiful, ne? Walking down the quiet corridor, he worked his legs so that he could speed up the process of getting into the auditorium. The Dean and Principal were more than likely going to lose their head at his lateness. The only reason for his tardiness was really his deathly need for a drag, anything for a cigarette, ya know? His immense figure stood high above the other students as he pushed open the auditorium doors and worked his way into the dense crowd. Not such a graceful entrance to the beginning of a new life and career as he had hoped it to be. But then again... When did Faust ever hope for anything? The only code he really lived by at this point was, hope for the best, anticipate the worst. There was no better way to live your life other than the way this code provided you with. His quick, fluid motions left the students in a daze as he worked his way through the crowd. It was more than certain that most of them could hardly see him when he moved. Although he was locked away for almost two years straight, his physical traits had not diminished in any sense of the word. He was still as strong, as fast as ever. It wouldn't suprise him if some of the staff couldn't see him either. Finally, bringing his gaze up towards the stage, something caught his eye. A person that he hadn't seen for years. A person that had as much of a name in #552 as he did.

...Hiroko Katashi.

The man diseappears so that he can teach in some unknown school. A man of so much potential shouldn't stay hidden away from the world like that. For some reason, he had the sudden urge to lick his lip piercing. So he did so. He didn't know why he did it either, so there was no real reason ask anyway. His long sleeved black ribbed shirt clung to his flesh, not too tightly either. It was rather stretchy the material, giving him the amount of room his slender, muscular arms allowed. Looking through the facility. A pretty little female. Yeah, she was actually pretty hot. Some overly-short guy and his old sparring partner, Hiroko. It had been awhile since they had even talked to each other. Especially when Faust was actually supposed to help him tear down the school, at one point. Unfortunately, he was away on business when Ark and Hiroko had called for him. Maybe he'd have a chance to make it up here? Making his way up on the side of the stage, he stood on the right of the other facility members. A little close to Hiroko then others, staring at the students in the crowd.

He was expected to teach them? Fucking lovely. Whispering softly to himself, he stared intently on the crowd and his new partners in this education system. It was going to be interesting to say the least.

"It gives me something to do..."

[akada]

A little clearing of his throat, and that large male had risen from his slight lean, following up behind Miss Kuramoto, there was an odd little smile on his lips, nice and calm. It seemed almost as if he was in a relaxed state of mind, while at the same time, he had already noticed it.. a familiar face.. or rather, someone that gave off a vibe that even managed to put a chill up that behemoths spine. The sort that excited him, and only made what was going to come all the more sweet to taste. Stopping infront of the mic stand, that all he did. He stood there. Unmoving for a moment until his hand came up and grabbed hold of the microphone, leaning towards it, and allowing that lucid voice free from his lips, aiming it outwards towards the masses that looked up with the same boredom any student would have.


"My name is Hiroko. Though, you are free to call me any form of said name, within reason of course. I am your Computer Teacher, though, I may also be acting as the Gym Teacher. I am also a sub. So from time to time, you may have me in your class when another teacher is out sick. I am not the sort to really care about if your learning or not, it is your choice and your life afterall. However if you do not give me the common courtesy anyone in a work place would expect, I should hope you dont think I am going to be giving you any of said courtesy back. You also do not want to get on my bad side. As unlike most teachers, you throw something at me, or raise a hand at me? And I will break it off your damn arm. Understand that and we will have a great year. Thanks."

With that, he gave a slight smile and turned on his heel, moving back down off the stage and off a bit away from it, to watch and listen to the rest of the Teachers, and of course, Asiv's look on things. It was really only a matter of time before the true reason he had been brought in to introduce himself TODAY was put in place, and well, that was that he supposed. A simple cross of his arms over his chest and he would have given off a low yawn before trying to get refocused.

[elora]

Elora Jameson had snuck into the small auditoriom room shortly after everything had started, she was a bit late and teachers' were already giving out introductions. Dark eyeshadow painted across her smooth face, and murky purple slithering about her lips, the young lady of unnaturally tall height took a seat in the second row from the back. Arms and legs were crossed in her blue jeans and her green top as she then sat back and listened, she noticed a good amount of other students mingling around in their chairs in the other rows up front. Twitching her fingers, the teacher's voices were like music to her ears....deadly music. C'mon, get over it and let school start! That was a must! But Elora was patient enough and able to tolerate the assembly, it wasn't as bad as she was making it out to be, just that she had hoped everyone would get straight to the point.

One of the teachers was a bit imtidating, especially what he said, "You also do not want to get on my bad side. As unlike most teachers, you throw something at me, or raise a hand at me? And I will break it off your damn arm." Hmm, most teachers must be awfully nice then, and Elora was being serious about this for a matter of fact. She just slouched back in her chair though which was near the end of the small aisle that kept her row and another seperated and listened.

Ah, the memories. They were coming back to her all of a sudden-"Oh come on, don't even act like your all big! How can you talk like that to your older sister? Give it here!"
"No! I won't give it, Ashlee. Go to hell!"
"I'll get Stacey, Elora! As soon as Mum and Dad get home! No sense keeping her!" . . .

Eheh. Let's go on with the assembly, shall we? It was in fact in one of Elora's many best interests, since sitting around obviously made her produce thought and that happened to not be such a good thing.

[Deleted]

Saint had arrived well before school was scheduled to officially start giving himself ample time to explore the school on his own accord and get a sense of the place. He did not want to, under any circumstances, to get lost on his way to class. After passing one of his classrooms, the boy made sure to make a mental note of where the room was located. It was very different from his last school, but since they were in different countries that could only be expected. The layout of the rooms and building did not seem too difficult to get the hang of, though something about this place gave him the chills. There was an anxiety brewing inside him, from where he could not figure out, causing him to clutch his cross in his hand. Perhaps it had to do with the unusual questions the superintendent had asked about his past and his stability, or the things his mother mentioned about the disciplinary methods of the school system. No… something deeper…

Now, the boy sat in the auditorium, by himself as always, listening to the supervisor, dean and teachers speak about their time here. The first two seemed nice enough, nothing that seemed to confirm his mother’s worries about the discipline. Perhaps she did worry too much about what Saint was doing, but mothers… who knows. They staff simply seemed like every other teacher he had come across, someone willing to past on the knowledge they had to the next generation. What could possibly be so bad about someone willing to devote his or her life to such a noble pursuit? Now a woman walked to the stage and began to address the convened students…

A flash before Saint’s eyes, in his mind, a dark vision. His hands gripped his legs tightly, a tear welling in the corner of his eyes, and a sickened chuckled crept at the back of his throat. Slowly the boy placed his head in his hands, tucking slightly to focus on the floor to calm himself. But the image would not leave, a woman in her mid-thirties dangling above the floor, a tipped over stool below her. Around her neck was a cord that had begun to cut into her throat, blood had been dripping down her body and on the white dress she was wearing. Crystal blue eyes were bloodshot and staring out into the dark depths of oblivion. Saint shook his head briefly hoping to get rid of his haunting image. Why did he have such visions? Why did they haunt his dreams? Where did they come from? Were they his lost memories?

Lifting his head after this Kuramoto had finished, Saint found his hands would not stop shaking. It was odd, this had not happened in three years. Why would it start again all of a sudden? Trying to refocus on the teacher’s giving their respective speeches was proving to difficult. Saint needed as fresh air and maybe a cigarette. Rising about the time Hiroko mentioned breaking arms off, Saint made his way along the wall toward the exits at the back. However Saint stopped himself and slumped against the back wall. There couldn’t be many speeches left, he figured he could hold it together until they finished.

[chihiro]

Chi tried to listen, she really did, but like in most assemblies, she found her mind wandering. Ballet slipper clad feet rested crossed over the seat in front of her, and she was leaning back comfortably, or as comfortable as these seats would allow. Why didn't people say more interesting things at assemblies? I mean, I know they're supposed to say the whole, hi welcome glad you could join us we're going to teach you and you're going to learn sort of thing, but must they always say it the same way? Hear one welcome speak you've heard them all..they might as well just make a general welcome for all occasions and put it on video. Much simpler, and then the poor person who has to make the boring speech and therefore be marked as a boring don't-go'to person can escape such an occasion unscathed.. The brown haired girl sighed, crossing her arms over her stomach, though still trying to look relatively attentive, but ended up looking relatively bored instead..

Chi's attention perked occasionally, especially when the brute of a teacher, what was his name? She hadn't caught it, more or less threatened the student body with bodily harm if they crossed him. Interesting, she almost smirked. Well, it was more effective than the woman's speech, she needed a little more 'Oomph' in her speech...all talk, no action...or so it seemed. Whatever, she began staring at her feet, crossing her eyes and then uncrossing them again...haha, four feet...wow, she was quite bored. At times like this, she wished she had a watch to continually glance at.

[Fau$t]

"Faustus Darien Ankari. I will be your Psychology and Abnormal Psychology teacher from this day forward. Know that I will not tolerate any non-sense from any of you... And... Hiroko's being kind. I'll do much more than just break your arm. I'll make sure you're guarnteed a hospital room for a multitude of reasons. So stay on your best behaviour. Because unlike some of the staff members here. I have no problem with taking violence too far. So prepare for some INTENSE fun this year."

He stepped out from the group of teacher's with an apathetic look on his face, the emotionless eyes trailing along the number of students presented before him. These were HIS students now. And they were going to abide by his rulings or suffer the consequences, being on faculty seemed like it always did have it's perks. Though, ironically enough, no teacher that crossed Faust in the past ever had the chance to even think of correcting him. It was a situation where Faust always had the physical and mental upper-hand over everyone, usually making it just a spur of the moment kind of thing. After his little speech, he slipped back into the group of teacher's and eyed his colleagues intently. Taking another step back, he rolled his shoulders, stretching out most of his abdominal muscles with one fluid motion. He was tired, yes. Waking up at six o'clock in the morning was cruel. Very cruel on the principal's part. Shit. Faust had never had a good night's sleep up until last night. Maybe it was because he realized these children would be fine-picking. Fine-picking meaning that he had the right to loose all restraint and put several of these little brats to the hospital. He tried to form a grin upon his face but that newly established apathetic nature of his had restrained him from doing so. This was becoming more of hassle as the days went on. Hopefully, it would clear up in time. With time.

"With time anything can happen, no?"

His whisper caught in the ruffling, the loud uproar of the students that had reacted to his words. Good. Let them get angry. Anger lets the blood boil, makes it taste sweeter. Let them riot, let them react, let them rise against... He always prefered a hunt.

[Travis Delmonte]

Well, sitting in his seat and looking at all the teachers as they got up, introduced themselves and gave their little speech, Travis couldn't help but feel that this school was going to be different.. It was going to be very.. very interesting. The teachers themselves interested him. Especially Hiroko and Faustus. Two very interesting, and dangerous looking teachers. Obviously, it was safe to say, that they were probably the most dangerous people in the school, and it would be smart to make sure that they were not upset in anyway. Infact, Travis was more interesting in trying to get to know one of them. If he got close enough, maybe they could be a great help later on. Who knew.

So for now, Travis would sit patiently in his chair, and wait to see if anything else would happen. He was kind of bored at this time, but he wasn't in any hurry to start school off. He wanted to just sit and wait for a bit. Observe. The last teacher who went, Faustus, his words had stirred up some students. Maybe Travis would get to see exactly what this teacher was put here for. Teaching. Teaching what? What pain really is, no doubt.

[OOC: Short, Shitty. Oh well.. Kinda got a block right now. -_-]

[ktqueen]

First day Assembly? It was indeed her first day....and apparently she wasn't the only one. Several were moving along, following the arrows pasted on the walls like sheep being herded. The pout-ish lips twisted into a frown, light reflecting off the pink gloss that had been put there moments ago.

Pale hands reached up to straighten the tan jacket that was loose on her shoulders, bright acid green nails digging into the material. A black button up shirt was neat and in order under that jacket, but a dark red tie hung from the collar. That had been pulled on, and left to lie on her chest as it wished.

Her legs moved, conversed feet taking her in the direction everyone else was going. Not that she wished to be just another sheep in the bumbling, noisy herd. Bah. She was no dumb sheep. The pale girl just wished to...find out what the others were doing. That was it!

Her long red locks were let down, some tickling her chin while the rest hung almost to her waist. From her dear ole Irish mum, that stuff was. Just straight with out much "oomph" from her Korean father. Oh the joys of mixed parentage. That's why her eyes were slanted...but also a vivid bright green.

The skirt on her hips swayed as she moved, dark brown in color, but otherwise a normal "school girl" skirt. A studded black belt was cocked on one hip, hanging down mid thigh on the other. A worn military bag hung from her shoulder.

Her name? Aisling. Aisling Yong. Irish for "dream" then Korean for "courage". Go figure with that combo. Some one had to be laughing the day she was named. The red head was more likely to haunt your nightmares than your walk gently in your dreams. At least, as soon as you caught her attention in a bad way. The girl could verbally tear most people a new one.

Still, it was this same girl that walked tall, bright eyes glaring at anyone who got in her way. Walking too slow, talking to friends, she strode straight through them until she reached her destination. The auditorium.

There, she took a simple look around, then just stood there. No way was she going to sit down and act as if she was staying. No Aisling was going to take a quick look around, see if anything was interesting, then take her ass back out. Why? If it wasn't worth her time, she wouldn't be staying that's why!

Thus the arms crossed, and Aisling began to wait. Wait for something interesting to happen. And if it didn't happen soon... well, you do the math.

[Sean Barker]

((OoC: If you are in this thread you may post, if not, sorry you missed it, better luck next time.))

As it had been time, just about now, a phone call he had gotten at the door. Telling him to move now. Well as it where this tall and skinny man had decided he wanted to make his approach. He wanted to savor the feeling of the unsuspecting students, and how him attacking them without provocation would go in their little minds. How they would react if at all, as he started to rip through the student ranks like they where grass in the wind. But right now he was leaning on the exit fdoor as he had brought in a lead pipe. He placed it under the door and jammed it. They could escape if they wanted, that just seperated the strong from the weak. The uproar caused by the teacher named Faust had muffled the sound of the led pipe being jammed under the door. His form came to a standing position slowly so as to enjoy the simple moment alittle longer. His tall manner he was surely able to enjoy the moment longer than suuel. He had on dark black leather gloves, a dark, black, leather vest, camo jeans, and zip up boots. Yet these where not the deffining characteristics of his person, not one bit. His dark brown hair, and extreamly dark brown eyes where almost enough, but the fact he had tribal tattoo's coverign his body, was what probably would make him stick out in a crowed, the probably part comes along if he is anywhere except a tribe. He still had musculor deffinition, all about his body, but he still seemed very slim, his legs where longer than the rest of him, and the smile didn't even appear to go with him.

He looked about the room, down the ailes of students, full of rage, happiness, saddness, lonelyness, all sorts of emotion all in one place, yet all at the same time. Now it was time to chose a first target, but he would do it differently then sighting them out and chosing the scaredest, what he would do is walk down the rows muttering to himself. a little rhime that would help him chose. and that entire row would be his first targets, well by now he had drawn quite a bit of attention from the students who looked at him suspiciousely, with alittle bit of curiousity, since he did look odd with all the tattoo's, until he finally stopped rhiming and stopped at a row, it was third from the front. There where quite a few students here. As he turned towards the aisle the kid sitting in the front seat looked up at him. Within the time it took the kid to process what this huge man looked like a fist had been well planted apon his face, crushing hsi nose and cracking his cheek bone. He flew off into the two rows in front of him in a diagonal motion from the force. He stood there afterwords as the kids in the aisles realized what he had done, they seemed tense, wondering what he would do next, but most figured it was a single act of violince, but no, This guy launched himself into the aisle coming down with a drop kick on a poor 5'4" student crushing him under foot. Ribs broke, it was a most deliciouse sound.

Soon after words and actions said, he starting tearing through the student body like it where nothing more than a simple twix bar between his teeth. Now it was the students choice, run, or fight?

[Ookami]

Smiling as he stood up “Hey, you going to randomly attack people or what?” smiling more after he said this. He saw what happened to the kid whose ribs now probably resembled either sand or paste, but he didn’t care what would happen to him, he wanted to see how long he could stay up. The only thought on his mind was ‘I’m so screwed, I’ll be lucky if I’m not paralyzed at the end of this’ as his eyes changed from a dull green with a ring of gold to a solid piercing gold color.

He didn’t know if anyone else would stand up after in a few seconds he would be knocked down, but he still didn’t care