First Day Assembly

[ktqueen]

Well, well, well. Something interesting had happened. The normal weirdo teachers.... and silly students...then someone punching some one else. Followed by breaking another student's ribs. This guy was out for some blood it seemed.

So what did the fearless red head do?

Stand there and smirk. Laugh in her head, chuckle out loud. No one was reall--wait no, some one had stood up. Even spoke out against the guy, challenging him. Aisling didn't know the kid, but he looked a hell of a lot weaker. He wouldn't last. And Aisling just wanted to watch this thing play out.

A pale hand reached into her bag, and pulled out her gum. Unwrapping a piece, she sat down in the backrow, one eyebrow lifted. She popped the piece in and continued to watch, wondering what would happen.

No way would she go out there and fight for a school she didn't care for. For people she didn't know. Hell no. The pale girl would fight if attacked. That was it. Til then, the red head would enjoy the show.

The bright green eyes looked around, wondering who else would stand up and fight. Or who would run. This was highly amusing to her. Funny almost. People were getting hurt, and she just chuckled. It was...fun.

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From his slumped position against the back wall, Saint could easily see the boy jam the pipe under the door, though why momentarily eluded him. The teacher named Faust affirmed his mother’s fears during the speech. Saint knew then that this place would be nothing like it was in Rio. Here he would have to watch what he said and did more than usual, though he probably did this more so than any other student here already. Perhaps this feeling of anxiety was better founded than Saint first thought. Taking a few deep breaths to compose himself, Saint tuned out most of the chattering about the speech that had just been delivered.

The sudden sound of a student being maliciously assaulted brought Saint out of his daze. He was aghast at the completely unwarranted attack that had just been carried out by this odd man. What could have possessed him to do such a thing? Sure, Saint knew that if students got out of line they were punished with physical violence but that student had yet to do anything all that bad, at least in Saint’s eyes. Another attack soon followed the first at it became clear this man planned to inflict as much pain on as many students as possible. Turning the boy remember the pipe that had been jammed under the door, blocking it and the best escape route. This was obviously planned out before hand and not just a spur of the moment decision to beat students.

In order to aid the others, Saint stood, though still a bit shaky and made his way over to the door and began to remove the pipe. Hopefully the boy who had challenged their assailant would distract the man long enough to allow Saint to open the door. After this was accomplished Saint would be able to lend assistance while all the students who planned to escape could do so without having to go through the stage. Not to mention the pipe might be a useful tool to aid him in bringing this maniac down.

[akada]

"Seems he finally decided to show his face.. heh... now the fun begins."

That tall male simply ran a hand upwards, stroking through those blonde locks and wipping them back. A red and white cap was produced from his back pocket and put onto his head, twisted so the bill was around back and keeping his long hair nice and snug. Out of his face. There was a grin on his face now as that had been pushed out of the way, and then there were two head phones produced from his pockets, slipped in either ear and then turned on was a little white box, made thin, but encased in steel to prevent damage.. a button pushed and on came the music, a hard-core remix to the Venga Boys song. " We Like to Party." of course.. what was it? The kind of music you listened to when you were moshing at a rave party.. and for anyone that knew Hiroko.. that was a VERY dangerous type of song for him to listen to...

Soon enough he began to bounce back and fourth, head following as he began to flow to the beat of the song.. 1... 2...3... swings right into the air, a disapating steam drifted upwards from them coming right from the edges of his arms and knuckles. The raw power and speed combined in his body was more then enough to have superman shitting his pants.. as thus. The students were fucked.. as even though this little character here breaking ribs had more "experience" in fighting.. Hiroko was a hell of alot more sadistic once he got started. A smirk flung over his face and finally he charged a fist back, taking off in a swift run right for the boy which had stood up. Ookami. A bit of a laugh coming off from him as he showed off those manually sharpened bi-cuspids. Long.. sharp... and deadly.

"Welcome to the longest day of your life... here comes the VENGA BUS BITCHES! WHOO!"

He was certainly hyped up, and definitely seemed different then he did a moment ago.. perhaps it was the fact that music swayed his mood, and without it he was normally calm and relaxed.. with techno flowing through his veins it was like being injected with immediate adrenaline, and of course what did he want to do when adrenaline began to flow?... why KILL SOMETHING! A BIG surprise was it not? All kinds of synapses were going off in his brain, acting like nuclear bombs at the fact he was ready to tear the living hell out of anything or anyone that got in his way at that moment it just happened to be Ookami, and in this sort of mood he would be tearing bones apart at the joint and ripping nerves into pieces within a moments notice.

[Sean Barker]

What was this? someone outspoken against him? Hmmm, he had some heart, but all it brought was pain, for the partner in this hellashis battle had decided to deal with him. Wrapping his arms around a student running away he germn suplexed him into the floor, he rolled over him let go and landed, the kid still had his legs somewhat in the air, and Sean grabbed them. He wung him around clearing a circle of seats using the kid as a bat and flung him against a wall, now where he stopped was just dumb lick, he had spotted the kid trying to remove the led pipe from the door, he casuelly made his way over through the hords of frantic students, chaotic as this had all turned, students trying to hide, or trying to fight back, most trying to run. Sean laughed as they hit him and did very little damage at all, until finally all but the very few students had decided to stay away from him, thats about the same time he got right up behind this student. He looked at the student for a moment, and then tapped him on the shoulder wiht a kind expression on his face as if he hadn't just spent the last coupld of seconds beating up students, with a crazed look in his extreamly dark brown eyes. As he would take the hand he tapped with he would point to the led pipe.

"Thats, mine."

He had a slight accent Brazillian as it where. If the kid could tell at all. Sean would wait for the kid to be puzzled by this sudden change in his personality to spring the trap. It was only reazonable for th ekid to be surprised considering what he had just witnessed him do. But in anycase, this would be the very moment, that hadn that was pointing to the pipe would pull back quickly and his smile would become wide, his eyes squeented and a menecing expression as he swung it back at the kid to back fist him in the head. The wind from this whistling over and under his arm was hearable, if only alittle. The extream look on his face would instill fear as it dripped with the dark charisma he held within' himself. Even though his name was unknown, they say man fears what they do not know, and thats what Sean was playing off of. To install fear with the unknown. Everything about him was to do this. Infact even the aid from Hiroko would be unknown to the students, oh how wonderful was that? Maybe it was the most perfect plan, or the most doomed plan, but it was still to the point at which there was no escape, cut off from two ways, one by a behemoth of a man and th eother by a stick.

[ghiste]

OOC: Saint, this post is directed toward you.

"Such violence... it's so... UGLY!"

Ghiste wasn't really aware of anything going on until he heard the gasps and stuff of the first beating. With that, Ghiste knew something was up, the room was filled with faculty, there was no way someone could be that stupid unless this was planned. The hairs on the back of Ghiste's neck began to raise as he had a weak twitch with his left eye as he watched what was going on. Looking around, and seeing a door near them, he noticed a guy trying to get it unjammed or something of the sort? Well, before everything went to big into a panic that would be the best thing, and Ghiste was close to it. Moving up out of his seat knowing it would be best to help out, and get people to get out instead of encountering a monster like that, he would do so.

It was suicide if he just tried to take on one of them, that would get himself killed. Going down the ramp he was on, he made his way to the door, and both of his dull green eyes stared seeing a pipe that was keeping it like that.

"This was not something random, THEY planned this... But... why?"

Knowing he couldn't just ponder this fact, Ghiste quickly shot a glance at the other guy getting into range, still walking trying not to direct too much attention toward himself. Knowing it would be best, Ghiste would of course make it clear he is going to help instead of doing anything which might freak this guy out or something.

"So like... need help getting the thing out, it looks like it was jammed in pretty badly..."

Looking over at it, Ghiste then heard a yelling over the rest of the thing, and then his head turned to see a teacher charging at somebody... Who was it... Hiroko! Ghiste of course knew this because of the dull introductions they were making for quite a bit of time.

"Dammit, this was planned, but why!? WHY!?"

Having his attention slightly stolen away from the whole door problem, Ghiste looked on, thoughts swarming all around his brain as he wondered what could possibly be the cause of this.

"Why do something so ugly as this?"

Well, the students of Public High School #259 were in quite a pickle!

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Glancing up from the item that was obstructing the students’ way out, Saint eyed Ghiste for a moment. Their attacker had made sure the pipe wasn’t going anywhere he didn’t want it to go. Right then Saint knew he should have done something early when he got the chance, but hindsight is always twenty/twenty. With a loud sigh, the boy stood, unable to budge the item at the moment and the sight of the tattooed barbarian coming their way did not bode well. It was obvious he would not give them the time they needed to remove the pipe. A sickening feeling brewed inside Saint’s stomach, pure disgust for what they had done. It had no reason, no purpose, just a meaningless slaughter.

It was soon showing that the screams of other students were starting to affect Saint. A shake of the head here and a deep breath there was all the boy could do to remain calm, knowing full well he should have left. No, he needed to be here to do everything he could do to help the others. But the flashes, burning bodies of small children… they wouldn’t stop! If Saint succumb to these images, he would be useless. He would lose it in a rage and who knew what would happen after that. Saint soon realized that he and the other student had only one option that could get everyone out of here. They would have to beat the instigator and buy enough time to dislodge the pipe. With the beat beginning in his mind, Saint began to almost dance rhythmically.

“We are going to have to beat this one before we can get out everyone out of here. Willing to lend a hand? Oh! And by the way… name’s Saint.”

The boy said flatly while trying to decipher the best course of action. The two of them would have a much better shot at beating this guy than by their lonesome. Hopefully, Ghiste came to the same realization.

[Travis Delmonte]

Well now. Weren't things getting excited. The uproar of students came. The rushing and wailing of those same students as they moved about, trying to find a way to escape. But no. They weren't escaping, not yet anyways. No, they were trapped it seemed. Why exactly? Travis didn't know, nor did he care. He was still sitting in his seat, his eyes half closed as he gazed about the large room that they were in. It seemed as if this was planned. And they these students would be on their own. They would be forced to fight, or try to run away. Be a warrior, or be a coward. Now Travis was no pussy. He wasn't afraid. He wasn't going to run. No way in hell he was going to run. So what did he plan to do? Go against the teachers? Teachers that were obviously way stronger then him? Fuck that. This was a time for survival. One cannot survive when he's pitted against odds like this. So what would he do?

Well. Here is what he wanted to do. His eyes set upon the teacher Hiroko, and the foolish, soon-to-be-crippled boy who dared challenge someone so far above him. Travis was not stupid. He didn't mind fighting someone stronger, or faster then he was. But someone that overly strong and fast? That was suicide. Again.. This was about survival. He wanted to make it through this with the least amount of damage he could. The easiest way to do that, would be to help the teachers out. Not only easier. But a hell of a lot smarter. Slowly, he would push himself from his sitting position in his slightly comfortable chair. His hands automatically tugging on the straps of his gloves, making sure they were tight. And then lifting to adjust the goggles above his eyes. He would soon begin a slow walk toward Hiroko and the other boy, his hands swinging lazily at his sides. Once near, he would shout out, to make sure he was heard.

"Can I be of any assistance, teach?"

Yes.. He had just asked if the teacher, who was obviously strong, and way above his Ability, if he needed assistance. Well you know. Teachers could probably handle their own. But would it hurt them to have a 'Teacher's Aid'? Not really. Now he could only hope that this teacher would allow him to help. Or else he might find himself fighting him. That wouldn't be good. But Travis wouldn't back down. He would rather fight people that are on his own level though. Like the students. But again.. Key word here was survival. Life is a game of survival. To survive, one must do what he thinks gives him the best chance of winning. And siding with the teachers here, gave Travis a good chance of making it through this. That was for sure.

[ktqueen]

Aisling continued to watch, a little shocked when the teacher joined in on it all. After yelling something...stupid sounding. Well, this school was turning out to be more and more interesting. Perfect.

The red head continued to sit there, watching the few students run around. Most seemed to be leaving, but a handful stuck around, going to "protect" the school. Bah. She wasn't going to fight for it.

One guy offered to help the teacher. One word came to mind. Butt kisser. She hated those with a passion. The red apple on the desk, "oh thanks for the homework" butt kissing dumb ass. At least, that was the girl's first thought on it. Bah, people like that made her sick.

The bright green eyes rolled. Aisling felt disgusted with his attitude. She stood up, leaving her bag on the chair. She walked out to the aisle, pointing a finger at him.

"Yo brown noser. They're here to hurt your ass, and you wanna play goodie two shoes." Picking a fight? Possibly. Ugh. Stupid boy. She normaly wanted to beat in people like that skulls'. The pale girl hadn't yet around here, he could be lucky number one.

[akada]

The sound of voice drowned out his music for a moment. Blinking. Had his ears decieved him? Did he just hear what he thought he did?.. A student offering to join in with this?... Big Mistake. An immediate turn was made, his foot slamming against the steel seats which were bolts to the ground to stop himself, but in the process he managed to destroy a few of them from that raw strength. Turning head, his focus no longer on Ookami at this point. It was on this rogue boy instead.. even if someone was talking to him he didnt care. There was a light flick of his body and that hand came down, switching music over for a moment, no.. he felt he didnt deserve to have fun with this one.. instead he would have to just tear the boy into pieces for trying to avoid the fate the entire student body faced. The sounds blaring in his ears killed all others off.. The sound of music.. the sound of the death bed which would soon enwrap that boy. He whispered lightly.. but deep enough for the boy to hear..

"He who makes a beast out of himself.. gets rid of the pain of being a man.."

He was like a Jackal to the hunt, his mouth opening in a bold grin and then without warning he took off, moving pretty swiftly for one of such a massive stature. That hand was cocked backwards.. as if it were the cannon to the naval fleet.. which in this case.. to a student? It truly was like the cannon on a battle ship. EXTREMELY deadly. What would be his last thoughts?.. would he care? Would he have regrets? Would his life flash before his eyes? All of these things flowed through his head. Not as something to stop him from doing it, but instead to ensure that he continued on with it. That massive clenched fist was launched towards the boys body, coming at him like a hammer meat of flesh and bone. The question at this point... could he avoid it, or was he going to end his life in the blink of that massive males eyes.

The Gentle Giant they had called them.. but unlike the story of the music soothing the ravenous beast.. it was quite the opposite to him.. instead. The music could sway his mood and make him want to draw blood and rip things into pieces, even despite the fact that any other time he was usually more calm, and gave warnings before punishment was sought on their pretty little heads.. not this time. He was here to test their abillity to survive. As if they were going to make it in this school system. They would have to be some of the toughest teenagers around.. regardless of if they came here for behaviorial problems, or if it was only because their parents couldnt quite afford the amount of cash needed to be ponied up in a private school.

[Travis Delmonte]

OK. Apparently teachers don't like students that want to help. Whatever. So it was time to change up his plan. Fuck the teachers. Sure.. It was really dumb to say such a thing, but really, they didn't want for people to help them obviously. Whatever. Not that they really needed the help int he first place. He was sure that these teachers could hold their own against a large mob of students before they were brought down. So it was time for Travis to learn to survive a different way. To adapt to the situation. Now judging by the size of this teacher, he was liable to kill him with one solid punch. And he had speed for his size. Not good for Travis.. But he couldn't let himself die.. No way. FIRST DAY IN THIS SCHOOL?! DYING IN SCHOOL IS BAD ENOUGH!

Now here he came. A charging tank, ready to send that destructive punch his way. It was time to think. And fast. There would be no way to try and land any type of blow unless the timing was perfect. He had not expected this charge so he really had no chance of landing any type of solid blow. Besides, he really.. really couldn't chance taking a blow from such a monster. It might be the last thing he would ever feel. Ever see. That charging rhino. No way.. He wasn't going to let that be his final image.. He was way too young to die. So he would have to act rather quickly and hope that he can manage to get some distance.

So what do? Well. He had a few options. Roll and dodge. Try and attack and probably get killed. Stay still and probably get killed. Hmm... tough choice! So here is was Travis planned to do for now. Seeing as the teachers didn't seem to want help, the least he could do is try to distract Hiroko long enough to let some students escape. Why was he risking his life to save others? Well.. It's not like he had a choice! This psycho of a teacher seemed to want to chew the meat from his bones. So if he could keep him busy, the others could escape.. Maybe.

Anyways, here it goes. Travis' widened eyes turned away and his whole body shifted to his left. He would then push hard against he ground and begin a dash to the left. As Hiroko would come closer, and that fist would begin to be thrown, Travis would grunt and throw his body foreword, his arms shooting out in front of himself as he launched himself foreword into a low roll. That massive arm of Hiroko's whipped close behind him as he flew through the air. The roll was rather tight as he had dived into the narrow isles between the steel seats. But he would have managed to fully roll all the way back onto his feet. He wouldn't even look behind him, not yet anyways. As soon as he was out of his roll, he would book it, aimed to run straight toward the furthest Auditorium wall. Hopefully due to Hiroko's size, he would have a harder time following him.. Unless of course the steroid-sucking teacher ripped the fucking steel chairs from the ground. Sure.. He was running straight toward a solid wall.. But he had an idea.. If he made it as far as he wanted that is..

[moto]

To some at the students at the assembly, time was frozen, to others time was going by at breakneck speeds. But to Vincent time was passing at the best speed; his speed. Not to fast or slow, just the right mix of fast and slow. If Vincent were to explain this to another, he would just get a weird look, but that does not matter. The only time Vincent feels like time is going his speed is when he's fighting. Makes perfect sence seeing how he could be killed by a crazy man with tattoos or the tank of a teacher who seemed not to care what he ripped apart.

Its times like these that usually never happen and can tell you what kind of person everyone involved in it is. for example, the two students Vincents age trying to get the door, they were the selfless thinkers, trying to save as many people as possible. Then there was the odd guy who tried to stand up to the living wall of a teacher. He is what Vincent would consider a risk taker, someone who does stuff first and thinks later. The others Vincent didn't pay that much attention to for something caught his eye. A group of four guys led by a Tall student with a Mohalk was rounding up students. Vincent was interested in what was happening. Could this be something for the good of the students, or a trap? Theres only one really good way of finding out: Ask. So Vincent started to make his way over to the ever growing group of students.

//:occ: I'm going to finish this when I wake up.... I'm dying of less sleep Than normal!! My brain is shutting down. I'll finish you post.... :end occ:\\

[zanza]

Sleeping during the assembly the whole time with his ipod on Zanza was completely unaware of what was going on at the moment. More so Zanza had no clue that he was the only person in his row and that everyone had rushed to the closed door. While he was sleeping several objects where thrown and a few hit him, but Zanza did not stir from his sleep. He just remained there sleeping with his ipod on.

As he was sleeping Zanza stretched up his arms as he let out a big yawn. As he let out the yawn the earpieces he was wearing fell out and he was forced to hear the screaming and chaos that had engulf the stadium. A little startled Zanza opened his eyes to take a long around. Students where trying to get out using the door stupid, the teachers where doing nothing lazy, one guy was attacking students jerk, and then there are those that rushed in after him fools.

Not wanting to be any of them Zanza turned off his ipod as he secured his ipod in his book bag. Grabbing his bag and standing up Zanza started to walk out of the row. Letting the panicking students pass him Zanza enter the aisle and started walking towards the stage away from the jerk and the fools.

Those people are so stupid. Why go out the obvious way when you can just take the back roads? All I have to do is get on the stage and head backstage. There should be a way outside or at least a way into the school and out the auditorium

ooc: all i did was wake up, and head towards the stage

[akada]

"DIE!"

A man of rather.. harsh words when he was in this sort of state of mind, was a truly surprising state... this behemoth could be called Gentle Giant? Ha! No. There was an apparent distinction between what he was in a normal everyday life, and now what he was when he was hopped up on adrenaline and music flowing telling him to just slaughter everything in sight. Suffocation.. the soundless screams of a person drowning on their own blood.. filling lungs and leaving them to flow in the wake of an ever strong endorphin rush. This wasnt the case however, as the boy had just barely managed to get out of the way of that raging charge, leaving that more then massive fist to crack first hand right into the hard concrete floor of the auditorium, reducing it to rubble and forcing the ground around said area to shake slightly.

"RARGH!"

Steroid sucker? Far from. He had never been a steroid sucker, and had no need to.. after all.. if he had he would be nearly twice that size, and crushing down everything in his path just by walking.. the hulk indeed. Paint him green and he could be a stand in. That loud yell was enough to disturb the air waves, but the air in the room itself was disturbed by the following teacher, hands having gripped hold of a row of chairs, pulling up on them and tearing the bolts from the floor, hoisting them upwards, a total of four seats and hurling them right at the fleeing student.. Travis. Why? Because he could, there was no need to explain the feelings nor the ideas of a man hyped on Adrenaline.. it would only lead to crushed face..

How could he do this? Simple. The man could hoist up more then 2000 pounds... he could hurl cars if the need arose. More then human? Certainly.. but he also knew another person back at 552 that could actually accomplish such a feat besides himself. Ark.. a rival and of course, a logic desiring male, the kind that played Gravestone Chess with this bumbling behemoth to increase ones reaction time and logic skills.. it actually wasnt an easy game, especially if one considered the size of the twin creatures.. and just like that. It was yet another reason for just why he was so dangerous.

[Travis Delmonte]

"DIE!"

HE SOUNDS ANGRY!!

Truth be told, he did. That was not something that was very.. reassuring. THEY LET TEACHERS LIKE THIS.. TEACH? CRAZY! As far was Travis could see, this was no ordinary teacher. He seemed to be.. fucked in the head. But hey, thats just what Travis thought. Who knew, maybe he wasn't so bad, and something had just pissed him off. Thats what he hoped anyways, he would really hate having to run like this every day when he saw that teacher.. Well.. If he had too, he guessed he would definitely be keeping himself in shape. That would be a lot of running! anyways.. Back to the crazy dude and what he did next!

"RARGH!"

That animalistic sound of a giant's rage ripped through the auditorium. And that wasn't the only sound that caught Travis' ear as he booked it down the narrow isles between the steel seats. No, he heard another sound. A groaning of metal, and then a symphony of snaps. This automatically caused Travis to look backwards, toward the area that the giant had last been. And damn! He couldn't say he liked what he saw flying toward him. A nice little section of steel seats which had been ripped up by the hulk himself. Travis' eyes widened and thats when he stumbled. He lost footing as he ran and soon found himself falling fast toward the concrete auditorium floor. SMACK! The side of his head cracked off the concrete and he swore out. But the best part? WHOOSH! The hulk's weapon of doom flew by, once against just barely grazing him. What a relief! Had that thing slammed directly into Travis, it would have been like a mac-truck slamming into a deer. Roadkill.

"Fucking crazy! Your insane!"

Those words were shouted out without Travis' consent. His mind had just screamed it and his body obliged. Awesome! Not really.. He was breathing heavily, after nearly being crushed twice in a row, his heart was beating and he was breathing heavily. Could he really keep avoiding this shit or getting incredibly lucky? Probably not.. He would most-likely be hit sooner or later. And die. Or close to die anyways. The side of his face hurt, and Travis now felt slightly dizzy. But he couldn't afford to just let himself stay grounded. He would push hard against the concrete floor and lift himself to his feet again. Heavy, hot breaths shot from between his lips as once again he pushed himself to continue running. No doubt the beast could catch up eventually. But he had a plan.. He could only hope that Hiroko would continue to follow him.

[akada]

"..."

He was sniffing the air slightly, and then without warning he started jumping up and down, almost like an ape.. or.. a BIG ASS gorilla. Why might one ask?.. well. That concrete floor was beginning to crack slightly in places, shifting from this way and that, while at the same time his attention was broken from Travis and on his own intentions.. turn.. shift.. grab. *CCCCCCCCCCCCCCRRRRRRRREEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAKKKKKK!!!!!* The sound of another set of seats being pryed from the floor and pulled up, three this time, though, they were hurled right towards Travis once more, before he moved and began to pound his hands against his chest.. obviously.. a bolt had come loose in the existence of adrenaline flowing through his body. Focus was solely on his target for a second, and then once more he began to bounce around slightly, hunting for.. larger objects.

"... KILL! DESTROY!..... EXTERMINATE!"

The last word got a cock eyed grin on his face. Why? Because he had said it to be a smart ass regarding a BBC TV Show.. Doctor Who to be precise. However, following up with that, his body turned and he suddenly took off, running right towards the concrete wall of the auditorium. Jumping at the last second and slamming both feet against it at an angle, sending his body flying upwards, hovering right over Travis with the full intention of crushing him.. however, having flown up so high, he would have been able to grab hold of one of the stage lights, hurling it down just infront of travis in the process of flying down at him, both of those massive legs aimed precisely, as well as those steel boot clad feet being aimed against his back. He was going to try and crush the student..