A brand new life (all 260 students)

[Mr. H]

Today was the day, today was the day that Public High School #260 would open up. The day that Mr. Henderson would be able to show the world how effective his methods were. He couldn't help but feel excitement welling up inside of him as he sat backstage on the ground, his legs crossed under him and his eyes closed as he tried to reach a state of clarity. He would slow down his breathing and try and regain a calm focus. This was not the time to be excited, he had a job to do and he would do everything he could to ensure that these students were prepared for the real world.

He wasn't going to be popular, but that was not an issue, his job wasn't to befriend the students but to prepare them for life ahead. To make them not only in to productive members of society but maybe even the next leaders of the free world. So much potential was waisted in the halls of his last school that he was determined to force these students to harness their talents.

Most of them would be coming from PHS #259, and some of those from PHS #552 over in New York, both schools with a reputation for being among the worst schools in the case of student violence in the nation. Letting out a small sigh he would look at the watch on his hand. It was almost time to start the show, this was going to end in violence, but that was the way of the world. He wasn't going to try and make them in to pacifists that would be a waste of time. It wouldn't work. Instead today would be a show of force, he was going to establish dominance to the new student body. It would be a slow process but he had high hopes, he wanted to get these kids cleaned up. Stop the gangs that some of them were surely in, and help to encourage them to turn their aggression to more productive ends.

Standing up Mr H would move over to the side of the stage, hidden from the crowd of students pouring in to the brand new hall. It was large, able to seat over 1,500 people. Comfortable padded seats were lined up in rows, comparable to what you would find in a movie theater, which was very comfortable for a school in his opinion. The room was well lit, and the first three rows were filled with teachers and some of the other staff members. Also several of campus security were standing alongside the walls in case someone started trouble. As for the stage it was large and black, red curtains down with a single small podium up front. It was simple, but all he needed. Mr. H would give the students several more minutes before doing anything.

[[LEON] Joust]

Joust smiled as she walked towards this new school. This new institution where they tried to break everyone and turn them into tools. No wait, that wasn't right. It was a place for new beginings, second chances, or was that incorrect as well? So much of Jousts mind was addled she couldn't think straight. She just needed to find her target. Joust stopped just short of the school hall, lifting the trinket box on her necklace up to her nose and take a sharp, strong sniff of its contents. She'd been using this stuff for so long and in such quantity that instead of causing any of the hightened effects everyone associated with it, she just felt a calmness. And with that she entered the hall.

It was questionable, with her record, how the school would take to her. But, that was in the past, and she was very different now. How the mighty have fallen? But what was it that she fell from? She couldn't remember at that specific moment. Still, Joust entered, one way or another, the enemies all around her, would have to be turned on one another if she was to keep safe. That's what she knew. In the hall she gazed around. The worst students would sit in the back, the brightest in the front, those that didn't want notice in the middle. That was the usual pattern for these things, and that's what she did.

Selecting a seat that was just in front of the middle row, three seats in from the left side, Joust seated herself and waited for the show to begin. Her fingers quickly trailing up to her nose to wipe away any powder that may have accidently been left there. The air inside the hall felt warm, from all the bodies, to her, and the atomosphere, was tense. This was going to be fun.

[olesya]

Former 259-Junior Olesya Van deBogart was on of the many pouring into the brand new hall. It smelt like cement and fresh paint, assaulting her senses with its newness. She shoved her hands into her pockets, fiddling with the note in her right hand that had been waiting for her upon her return from the Correctional Facility. She was being transferred to this new PHS #260. Apparently in her kidnapped absence, a school was somehow obliterated or something (rumours varied) and the majority of its occupants flooded into 259 as a result. However, the school couldn't possibly double its population, so this new school was built.

Gabri had been selected to stay at PHS #259 along with the majority of the original population and some transferred, perhaps the combined administration team thought that it would be best to mix everyone up instead of just shipping off the newbies to this school. Whatever, she would deal with it. Olesya wondered briefly if her friends had come over as well...Stu, Roland, Emily, Saint, Mitsuki? Well, certainly not the pillars, and just to think she was starting to get along with the school captain there. Maybe she would ask Gabri to get a hold of them for her.

Dressed in a pair of jeans with holes in the knees and a vintage black tee shirt with a fade white graphic on the front, the recently liberated junior looked just the same as always, with a few additions. A large streak of her hair was now dyed violet, and her upper lip was pierced in the fashion of Marilyn Monroe. Minor changes, a new look for a new school.

Finding a seat, she sat down, putting her knees up to rest against the back of the seat in front of her, one ear bud in her ear blasting out music. Her eyes were trained frontward with a semi-attentive nature. Silently she hoped this would be over with soon.

[Wyatt]

"I have to admit....I can get used to a facility like this....it's even got that....how do people call it....new school smell"

Chuckled Wyatt in his front row seat a bit off from center stage. Wyatt had lost all hope in finding a seat that was a comfy as the one he was sitting in. All that was missing was a nice book comparing thoughts to actions would make this day way beyond average.

Wyatt fiddled with his red gaucho upon his lap looking up to wards the stage, his red shades flickering as students slowly filled the room. Some people even glared in amusement at Wyatt's crimson red overcoat that Wyatt always wore but it didn't phase him in the least....what people looked at was up to them in his opinion....just one of the freedoms of life.

Also what was this feeling that seemed to dwell within Wyatt? It seemed like it was so long ago since Wyatt had a nice relaxing day at a school. Why was it relaxing? Well the amazing chair for one, and the security meant that any student disruptions would be kept to a minimum.

Wyatt's mind slowly began to drift to the walk down the hallways of his new school. A non-damaged school was a rare sight to behold indeed...it was something that Wyatt made a nice little spot within his memory to record it's image.

It was a shame though Wyatt had not a single clue as to who else got transfered....but alas being in a reddish attire in the front row would mean that if any one that Wyatt had known previously would instantly know that he was here.

As Wyatt's gaze took in the stage beneath his shades, a slow sigh of relief escaped his lips which were plastered upon a stone calm face.

[Jericho]

The place was too...clean. That's what Jericho finally decided as he looked around the enormous auditorium, quiet and still for once. He wasn't even smiling, another rarity. He was too absorbed in the new surroundings to be his usual, well, whacked out self. He had been one of the first students to enter the new building and the new hall. He took a seat far from the crowd, near the back and close to an exit. But when he sat down he got to looking around, scouting everything, trying to understand what didn't feel right.

That was close to half an hour ago. Only a minute had passed since he decided what it was. There were no cracks, no broken things, no blood. It was, it was...empty. Lifeless. There was no vitality and it ran harshly against Jericho's senses. He'd have to do something about that. Make it...well, here he was stuck again. Make it what? Lively? No, wrong word. Whatever, he'd figure out. Back to pondering.

[Ryan Sharp]

Now this was amazing, brand new school, undamaged. It was about time that he got in a school like this. So far it seemed that getting transfered was one of the best things that had happened to him in a while. Who knows maybe the kids will keep the school nice like this too. It was a bit much to hope for, but thats what he would do. He would hope that the kids here wanted a better life, one where they could get a good education and get a good job. Maybe even start a family some day.

He wasn't the first to arrive but he was there early, the front rows were taken by the staff it seemed, and then the next rows were filling up with the rest of the room. Ryan would grab a seat a few rows from the front next to the aisle. Sitting in his chair he would sit properly eyes watching the stage, he didn't bother trying to start up a conversation with the man next to him, mostly because he had nothing to say yet. But after this assembly he would get to start his first day in this new school and from there his new life would begin.

[Mr. Kaar]

Now this was new, actually not really, Leon's done this a few times, another transfer, another new school, how often was he going to do this now? Either way everything was too... Easy. First day? Not even a good old beating on the side walk to the school. What the hell... Oh well, maybe this would be more interesting. Walking down the middle aisle he would find himself looking at a familier red.... Tactition, one whom a long time ago, Leon had called a Sensei of sorts. But it just kind of gave him some curiousity as to the reason behind this... Though it wouldn't be the first old face he had seen since the rumored closing of 552.

Walking his extremely weighted down form lazily over to the seat next to the man who shook his hand so long ago. And simply stated something as he grunted from sitting down gently. The seat seemed to moan in agony at the weight of the thing being placed on it. And simply said.

"What a day."

[Wyatt]

"Indeed my old friend.....and might I inquire as to how much weight is strapped to your body this time?"

Inquired Wyatt as the seat which Leon decided to grace with his presence almost caved in. It had been a good while since he saw this face. Wyatt's head titled slightly in Leon's direction as the eyes which were masked behind deep red shades almost stared through the old friend.

Wyatt wondered if his days as the God of Revenge.....or Lighting Dragon still existed. Also there was a few noticeable things about Leon's person which was a bit....well....disturbing. One would be the choke collar on his neck, Wyatt could think of no explanation to unravel the use of that device in Leon's case.

"But forgetting the weights..."

Wyatt took his right hand off his gaucho as he waved off his previous question.

"How has life treated you since our last encounter at 552? If I recall correct I almost had to stop you from obliterating Damien if my memories correct....things went down hill at 552 after your departure I'm afraid. With Mathew starting a new war, then he himself disappearing only to leave Stein incharge.....and to put it bluntly day's were a bit darker till 552's closing."

Finished Wyatt in a calm manner not even with a hint of sadness or fear in his expressionless state. That was the past....and where Wyatt was right now was the future.

"But alas it seemed that fate crossed our paths once again no?"

Arose a small chuckle deep within Wyatt's lungs as he kept his soul like gaze upon Leon.

[Deryk Bayard]

Deryk loved rich kids. They always had shit that they didn't know how to use. Like his newly acquired cell phone. Well, cell phone thing. The phones these came with way too much crap on them. Like full "QWERTY" keyboards. Stupid-ass name for them. Still, these things would have their uses. It used to be that hackers got baned from phones because they would record tones and play them into the earpiece, forcing the pay-phone to dial the number without payment. And anyone who'd watched the movie "Hackers" would know that was called "Phreaking". It was also possible to plug into the pay phones and hack from public locations. Now the technology had advanced, and they no longer needed the computer to hack. They just needed a quick texting thumb.

Damn whipper-snappers.

Regardless, Deryk now had the toy for a short bit. Why? So he could immediately pen-test the new school network. It came as no surprise when the new school picked him up. But a new school meant new tech. New tech meant more fun. Right? As soon as he was in the auditorium, his fingers were all over that keyboard like... Phoenix Wright without pants. Horrible analogy, but he was too fascinate with the shiny new toy to care. It had internet access, unlimited talk, text... Hell, there was probably some porn downloaded on it already. Too bad the phone would get deactivated fairly quickly. Rich kids were quick to throw away their stuff and replace it right off that bat.

Oh well. Toy for a day. He could do plenty with a single day's worth of phone. Better turn off the ringtone...

[Mr. H]

OOC: If you haven't posted yet just assume you got in before the doors were shut. Please don't just god your way through the door or something like that.

Once again Mr. Henderson would look at his watch, watching the second hand ticked until it reached to the top to start it's new cycle again. With that he would nod to one of the security people next to him who would speak in to his walkie talkie. The doors would be closed and locked from the outside. No one was getting in or out now that it was time to start. Bending down Mr. Henderson would grab two objects by his feet.

Without any further ado Mr. Henderson would walk out on to the stage giving the student body their first look at the man that would be running their school lives from now on. He wasn't an impressive site to behold like some headmasters were. He was fit but not overly so, his hair was gelled and messy and he had a five o' clock shadow goatee. Sunglasses covered his dark brown eyes. Dress pants and shirt with a Gray vest would have given him a nice professional look if the dress shirt hadn't been unbuttoned three buttons down. It gave him more of a trendy look, like you would expect to see in a cafe reading poetry.

"Excuse me, can I have your attention."

Mr. Henderson would say in to the microphone, as expected the majority of the students continued to talk and ignore him. That was the result he had planned for. Mr. Henderson would raise up the first item to the microphone, it was a megaphone. The second item came right behind it, it was a blow horn. He would press the buttons on both letting out a blast from the blow horn that was dwarfed by the incredibly loud screeching sound that would come from all the feedback. Needless to say he had their attention now.

Setting both objects down by the podium Mr. Henderson would lean back in to the microphone to talk to his new students.

"Thank you. First off I would like to welcome all of you to PHS #260. I am the Headmaster Mr. Henderson, but you may all call me Mr. H if you like. I realize that this will be an adjustment for you all but I hope that we can all become a family here at 260."

It was cheesy but this part needed to be finished before he continued and really got to the point. Next he would give a brief history of what lead to this and his own appointment of Headmaster of the school.

"As I am sure many of you know PHS #552 in New York was shut down after failing it's academic evaluation. PHS #259 took those transfers in, but it was a temporary solution as it caused that school to become over crowded. Thus PHS #260 was reopened and I was appointed as the new Headmaster. And unlike some of the other Headmasters you may have had I know what you are going through. I have had to transfer schools before myself, I have had to deal with the flawed system, hell I was even School Captain at one point."

[[LEON] Joust]

Joust sat, attentively watching the stage, she had no friends here, she saw a red cloaked familiar face down the front, and she fiddled with her 1st Generation Alumni Ring that rested on her middle finger on her right hand, but didn't make any other moves. She just stared towards the front. When she heard the doors close, her eyes imeadiately snapped to them. She was trapped. She didn't like being trapped. But she had to remain calm, for now. And that's what she did. Her eyes went back to the stage just in time to see what the teacher was about to do, and clamped her hands over her ears. Not fast enough to block out the entire length but enough that she wouldn't have her hearing affected badly.

As the ringing died down, she began to listen to the teacher, revealed to be the headmaster begin to talk. Mention of nearby schools didn't matter to who, however the mention of one school on the other side of the country made her grit her teeth. Bad memories. Bad memories. Still, Joust had no reason to act up yet. But her mind began to flitter through ideas of how she was going to avoid being targetted in this school.

[Farren]

"Damn it, I was hoping he wouldn't do that..."

I pulled my fingers out of my ears and rubbed them vigirously, muttering under my breath. Sitting in the first row, all the way to the right side of the stage, I was directly across from an overhead speaker when the seizure inducing screech went off. Seriously, one was bad enough but two? After the ringing fell to a dull whine I gazed back around the huge room as my new boss spoke. Fancy words, seemed like everyone was listening at least. I'll interview some of them later and see what they thought of Henderson, his appearance and such. Might be a good first indicator, a place to start 'counseling' from.

As I scanned the room I thought I noticed a few old faces, people from a hazy past. Hell, is that Wyatt and Leon? From 552? Oh this'll be good, a former student and Pillar from their school is now an authority figure here. That'll go over real well. At least I was sure they wouldn't notice me, not yet at least. In my new style, with the beard and fresh clothes and relaxed face, I looked only vaguely similar to my world weary counterpart from 552. I turned back to center stage just in time to hear Henderson finish the opening by stating his own credentials. So he was a Captain of a school once?! I didn't know that! A surprised smirk spread across my cheeks. Well, that explains a few things.

Yeah, former Captains, former Pillars, all faculty now? It was gonna be a good time.

[Katsuri Katashi]

Like a Ninja

That massive body was settled in a laying position atop the catacombs above that stage, the walkways for those who were supposed to maintain the various backdrops, screens, lights, and all of that fun stuff. He was hidden from view save for those who would be looking up from the first three or so rows and the fact that his red hair was splayed out everywhere on it, drifting down over the sides and hanging a good three feet towards the ground. He was easily twenty feet in the air, however, making this a mute point for anything other then being seen.

A set of large arms were folded neatly behind his head, while a metal mask and the strap of a sheath would hang loosely from one of the many bars lining a safety rail up and down the walkway, directly behind him. The red hunk of cloth that made the upper part of his yukata was folded in a mess by his waist, revealing that long body of his to the naked eye, whilst keeping a bit of conserve when reaching halfway down. White wraps clung to his form tight enough that they showed off the body underneath from stress alone.

The lower half of his body, unlike the blood red was simple a plain black, covering up those massive legs, and what would have been a wrap usually worn under armor. Light brown geta offset the rest of his attire, as well as the white split socks he wore to go along with them. He usually wore a thicker kimono, but did not find the need for it on such an occasion, as he was rather content with keeping the thing half off, so a simple white sash held the lighter material in place, padding would do nothing but get in his way.

The festivities going on below were not really his sort of thing, but he figured it best to be here if he was going to be working in the place while he went to school. Even if he was not out in plain sight he would have the ability to state he was in attendance, regardless of what went down. The rather loud mix of bullhorn and blasting feedback was not appreciated, however, and that was obvious by the shift to bring finger to his ear to rub it a little bit to remove the ringing it had caused.

[Mr. Kaar]

Leon turned his head slightly and weakly to Wyatt as he agreed about the interesting day so far, and commented the weight. The blonde chuckled a bit at the thought of how much these mechanical weights where actually pulling him down, he'd show Wyatt the left forearm weight strapped to it. Tilting it to the side so he could see the charge setting, like a watch almost, it plain as day in yellow/orange numbers said 200 lbs. If one looked close enough at each of the others they would be able to see they all said 200 pounds. Which would mean he currently had 800 pounds strapped to his body.

"Life has been.... Different. I'm sure Damien was taken care of from the hit I put on him. Mathew started a third war, huh? I was there for some sort of riot, but I thought it was just random, so I didn't discriminate between any side. That mite of been bad. But Mathew is at 259 right now. Odd one he is. I'm glad we crossed paths again."

Leon said through Mr. H's polite gesture to get everyones attention, that was of course before THE EXTREMELY LOUD FEEDBACK! Leon covered his ears quickly and shut his eyes. Leon had half the mind to destroy the speakers for making such a horrible noise. Stupid device, he could feel the electrical current that made it work, and had an urge to destroy it... But he would lower his hands with a sound of displeasure.

"Tch."

Listening to the mans speech, his eyes became heavy, but the mention that he was once School Captain... Gave the boy a reason to pay attention now... That meant this guy was strong, which also meant this could be fun. Leon really wanted to see where this was going, mass gatherings of delenquints was cause for riot enough, but proclaiming that ones self was School Captain back in the day may get a few people going.

The other one on the stage also seemed to have an aura of... Strength, but he couldn't place its vague familierity. Maybe it was Deja Vu? Could be.

[Wyatt]

As Leon showed Wyatt the 800 pounds of weight pulling down on his person by some mechanical device. A lone eyebrow arose from beneath Wyatt's shades...in amazement and amusement from the amount of strength to constantly lift that kind of weight.

Wyatt wanted to make comment to the fact that scales must never see what hit them when you grace them with your pressence...but it would appear that a particular noise interrupted Wyatt's coming comment.

As the room was filled with the high pitched sound from the stage Wyatt couldn't help but feel that like that one logo with that one man getting blasted by music as he sat in his chair. Wyatt wished he could close his eyes but well it was a bit impossible for him....so a few drops of water fell from beneath his shades from the sound hitting his face and ears.

Once the sound subsided did Wyatt slowly wipe the few lone drops of water from underneath his deep red shades his ears still ringing. That was something that Wyatt would like to avoid from now on, Wyatt declared with a sigh of relief to the fact that the sound had secede.

Wyatt thought of himself a bit wiser then most.....and thusly deduced that the man declaring himself as Mr.H the headmaster needed everyones attention. So therefore Wyatt was obliged to give it in conjunction of two ideals....

One was out of respect for the Headmaster..

The other was that Wyatt wished that the man would never do that again.....