A brand new life (all 260 students)

[olesya]

'Chlick, thud.'

The sound of multiple doors closing. Olesya turned her head, curious expression pasted on her face as she watched the men close the doors..and secure them? Well, was that really necessary? That sent an odd shiver down the junior's spine, but she turned back to face the front as a trendy looking man walked across the stage. 'Trendy' more in the way of dressing like a 20 year old buff businessman when he was a little rough around the edges, maybe middle age? Okay mister, whatever floats you're boat. He was probably the kind of authorative figure that wants to be everybody's frien-

oOoOWwWWwW!!!

"Eurgh!"

The 259 transfer plugged her ears as fast as her hands could go, her iPod dropping into her lap as the headmaster man blasted a foghorn through a megaphone through a microphone. Now was THAT really necessary?! Once the sound died away, she slowly pulled her hands from her ears, her head ringing horribly. She would probably develop a headache in the next 30 seconds, fannntastic. She was liking it here already.

Frowning, Olesya put her feet up on the back of the seat in front her her, her legs bent and her body slouching slightly. She replaced the earbud in her right ear, only listening to the douche in the front with one ear. So now he was babbling on about 552's closure and blah-blah-blah new school la-di-da everyone, just everyone is going to love it here while I systematically destroying your sense of hearing. Vunderful! The junior blinked, half-listening with an unamused expression.

[Ryan Sharp]

Ryan felt like he was one of the few kids in the assembly that wasn't talking among themselves or anything of the sort. Though he didn't see any of his friends from his old school around here. He was sure others transfered besides him, but he couldn't see them in this milling mass of people. He watched as the headmaster walked on stage causing Ryan's eyebrow to rise up in slight astonishment. He had expected someone that looked a bit more formal then this guy. Not some trendy wannabe guy in his midlife crisis. He would just roll his eyes and listen as the man asked for everyone to silent down, which of course they didn't.

He barely had time to plug his ears as he saw the man pull out a blow horn and a megaphone. Still even with his fingers jammed in to his ears the loud screeching sound penetrated his ears causing a sharp pain to go through his head as a splitting headache began to form almost instantly.

"Fucking A! You didn't have to fucking do that!"

He would say groaning to no one in particular. He certainly didn't expect to be heard over the collective groans of pain and annoyance of the other students. What really got him though was how casual the man was about being an ass as he started his speech. Not even an apology for deafening the entire student body, or at least trying too. Instead he would go on about the events that lead to this school reopening and the fact that he used to be school captain... that made his ears perk up and caused him to lean forward a bit more feeling a tad more interested in this man now. If he was a school captain then maybe he knew what he was doing, and not just in a fight, but with the student body. Maybe he saw the same wasted potential as Ryan saw, it was possible, and likely enough to warrant Ryan giving Mr. H most of his attention.

[Mr. H]

He would pause a moment after announcing that he used to be a school captain, he would take in the reactions from the way some students seemed more attentive, to the students that didn't react at all. He was getting a read on the students and that was good. From what he could tell so far everything was going to go perfect, and it was almost time to execute the first surprise of the day.

"During my time as school captain I saw so much talent and potential squandered. I saw students that had the intelligence and willpower to be leaders in government, business, and military. I saw athletes crippled, and valedictorians rendered brain dead. I saw this and it disgusted me, it disgusted me to see how the students destroyed each other with no sense of what was going on. That is why I stood up to try and end it, but it is a long road and one that couldn't be done in a single year. That is why I became an educator, I want to guide you to fulfill all of your potential. I will give you that push..."

As he said that metal would come out from the chairs snapping around the torso of the students sitting in them to hold them in place. Mr. H would continue to go on as if nothing had happened. Though this was all set up ahead of time.

"I will push you forward, and by taking you where you may not wish to go I will see you all become the people you could only dream of becoming before."

With that his speech was done and all the students that were locked in place would find themselves being shocked with a powerful electrical current. It would be like each one was being hit by a tazor. The shock wouldn't be long, only a few seconds. Mr H would remain at the podium looking at the students, watching their reactions from behind his sunglasses. No look of pleasure crossed his face, no look of triumph of hate. It was a simple blank look, the look of a man that was doing a job, a job that only he could do. He was going to take these students and he was going to make leaders out of them, he was going to make the next generation stronger and better then his own. That was his only goal. To make life better for those that came after him, and pain now would lead to prosperity later in life.

[olesya]

'Fucking A! You didnt have to fucking do that!'

Olesya wholeheartedly agreed to the blonde boy to her left. Her head was still spinning from the loud noise. After her hearing cleared a bit and her head stopped aching so much, she could hear the the man up front was speaking once more, something about students rendered brain dead and broken. Well, hello, its a public school. 259 was one of the biggest violent schools around, and from the rumors, so was 552. Kids beat each other up, big deal.

'During my time as school captain I saw so much talent and potential squandered....blahblah... the intelligence and willpower to be leaders in government, business, and military. I saw athletes crippled, and valedictorians rendered brain dead. I saw this and it disgusted me, it disgusted me to see how the students destroyed each other with no sense of what wa- blahblah blahblah...it is a long road and one that couldn't be done in a single year. That is why ...blah di blah...want to guide you to fulfill all of your potential. I will give you that push...'

Snap.

Oh. My. God.

It was happening all over again! The restraints, the imprisonment...it was like the entire Correctional Facility nightmare was starting all over again. Olesya found herself hyperventilating, clawing at the metal bind with her hands, the tips of her fingers cut and bleeding. Not again, not again, not again...she probably would have turned hysterical if a bolt of electric current hadn't shock through her body, jolting her in her seat and subsequently completely wiping her iPod (FUCK.).

Once she stopped convulsing and settled back in her seat, she shook her head, purposefully taking deeper breaths to calm down. She was struggling with this though, taking a few deep breaths before beginning to hyperventilate all over again. CALM DOWN OLESYA, CALM DOWN.. she shouted inwardly, slowing controlling herself. Her hands were shaking but at least she had stopped clawing at the metal. Calm down, calm down, there has to be a way out of this. He can't simply try restraining the entire auditorium, someone has to break out. But would they help the others? Do all these students, all that she didn't even know, possess enough morality inside of them to help out their fellow students? Or would they fend for themselves and leave to rest to whatever this man had planned...

There couldn't be another man like Sean Barker out there, could there?

[Katsuri Katashi]

Ooo.. torture. Goody!

It seemed that his employer had some fun in store for the kiddies in the audience.. and well, that was quite interesting to him, as apparent by the fact he had sat up straight and turned, legs hanging over the edge of that walkway as he looked down. Metal straps? So futuristic. Its the sort of thing that reminded him of those movies where they had the entire population forced into everything each day. Several students seemed to be hysterical, that was an obvious reaction to a situation like this, the unknown, the fact you are bound to chairs and having the shit shocked out of you like a black man in the middle of a white racist cop get together.

Either way it went, now that the festivities were going down it seemed he needed to make his own way. He grabbed that blade from the bar, hooking the sheath under his fundoshi, right at the hip. Upright, he grabbed that safety rail and pole vaulted himself upwards and over the edge of it, soaring through that stale air and landing down nice and hard on the stage, flexing just slightly, this on purpose so as to show off a bit. "Hmm.. " He was practically naked though, and he did not know how anyone would take such a thing, thus, he watched out over that crowd. Red strands of hair were hanging in a splayed loose manner around his body.

Mind you, where he had landed was behind the podium and off to the left about five or six feet. He was a good distance from Mr. H and the edge of the stage, but despite this, not a word was uttered other then his own self amusement with sounds over audible syllables. If need be, Katsuri was down here on the ground for to provide ground support should the students get too riled up, he'd be damned if someone went for his employer the first day on the job.

[Ryan Sharp]

Ryan found himself agreeing with the man despite his dislike for him already from what he has seen of the Methods. Though he did have to admit, it was effective. Simple but very effective since he did get everyone's attention. Ryan would nod along with Mr. H having seen the same thing time and time again until he felt the metal band snap around his torso. It took him a moment to realize what had happened and by then the electricity had already began to course through his body.

Ryan's body would convulse slightly from the electricity protected partially because of his polarity, but he felt something inside of him happen, something strange. He felt an attraction from in front of him. More to the center of the row, it was strong but there was enough distance that it wasn't an issue, but he did feel a bit of a tug on his body. That meant someone else had an electrical Qi in this area. He couldn't tell who.

It was only his Qi that let him withstand that attack however and he would find himself groaning in pain and moving his hand up to his temple gently massaging them for a moment. He had to get out of these before a second jolt was sent, if a second one was on the way. Moving his hands away from his head he would make a small motion as if tearing the metal apart from in front of him, and a groaning sound could be heard as his metal bars complained as if pulled at by a strong force before snapping and lifting up. He was free now. Slowly standing up he would clutch the chair in front of him breathing heavily trying to catch his breath.

So phased was he by the shock that he didn't even think of the other students around him quite yet. Nor did he notice the big man landing on the stage. Instead he tried to keep his knees from buckling and his lunch in his stomach. He really wasn't built for taking hits....

[Mr. Kaar]

Leon had descided to pull out his PSP and watch an episode of XIN, getting to after XIN Session 2 before he started playing FFVII Crisis Core, getting really into it he moved around in the seat telling Sephiroth to suck it and other things, until the thing around his waist snapped into place, he paused his movements and smack talk to the video game to look down. Then he felt a generator somewhere turn on as the electromagnetic energy surged through the area, shocking everyone for only a moment, Leon didn't react really, since it did nothing but leave a red mark and charge his energy a bit...

SMASH!

Yep... His PSP exploded. Holding two halves of the electrical device he would look up to the man responsable and simply raised an eye brow.

"Sonova bitch! I almost beat him this time."

Leon was not a happy camper, and his fists clenched destroying the devoce further as his body flexed, from the obviousely cut form it began to expand from his open vest and nothing underneath, and his arms, slowly a light would begin to come from his skin and clothing, his energy would then explode into the device holding him to the seat, sending a new more powerful shock through the system reaching the generators to overcharge and explode them.

Then he would reach down and rip the thing away from him. Jumping up to the stage it would creek in an extreme manner. the dark blue eyes focusing on three figures now. One... Almost naked extremely big man. Red hair. The familier looking one... And Mr. H. Leon was alittle pissed off about his rather expensive game.

"You broke my PSP. You dont break PSP. PSP breaks you."

[Deryk Bayard]

"Bastard!" Deryk groaned through his teeth when the feedback hit his ears. That was a pain in the ass, and now he wanted retribution. He sat on the very edge of the chair, hunched over the phone, his fingers becoming a furious blur over the small ass keyboard. It was a pain the ass to phreak usually, but new technology was so convenient that even the worst hacker would have to be banned from touching one if their actions were ever caught. And within minutes he was into the system, setting up timed commands. He had to do something to break up the monotony of the ceremony, completely unaware of the planned chaos. Not really chaos at all. Chaos was cheeky and fun. The planned chaos was cruel and tragic. Not really chaos at all. Eeeevil chaos.

But then there was a slight twitch of "WTF" brand crap in the air, just before a metal bar belted over where Deryk should have been. It only clipped the back of his vest, but the shock did cause him to jump out of the seat, dropping the phone. Bastard. The thing broke on the hard flooring. Now he couldn't input more than the three commands he had already entered.

"Fucktards..." Deryk growled as he began his march up towards the stage. Phase 1 kicked in. Microphone silence by causing a lockdown error in the soundboard. There'd be no more screeching pain from whoever his name was. Phase 2 in thirty seconds.

"You broke my PSP. You don't break PSP. PSP breaks you." Some other guy had gotten upstage first.

"Seriously. HIS PSP! Not cool. Go to your room..." Deryk growled at the jerkface as he got onstage. And that was when the improbability drive activated Phase 2 over the intercom.

"We're no strangers to loooove,
You know the rules, and so do I.
A full commitment's what I'm thinking of.
You wouldn't get this, from any other guy!"

Yes, it was a Rick-Roll. But now he'd wished he'd picked a different song.

[Farren]

Seriously Henderson, shock therapy? I thought you agreed to save that for the first school dance...?

I sighed loudly and rolled my eyes as a chorus of screams, moans, and groans rose from the audience. Yeah, they weren't expecting that, that's for sure. I couldn't help but...well, admire is too strong a word, more like respect...Henderson for his tactics. He wanted the students' attention. He wanted them to have conflict and strife, to mold them into something better. In that first endeavor at least, he was off to a great start.

Then Katsuri hit the stage and sucked the decency out of the room. All eight feet of him, muscles upon muscles, showing through that skimpy...whatever it was. Why couldn't he just wear some freaking pants?! I pinched the bridge of my nose, eyes clenched shut, horribly embarrassed and trying to erase the image from my mind. No luck. He was still there when I opened them. But then things started getting interesting.

A huge surge of power set the hairs on my arms on end and the next thing I knew the restraints were all 'sploded and stuff. Most students were still woozy from the shock, leaning over chairs and hyperventilating in their seats. One so far was with it enough to charge the stage solo, stopping just on the edge of it to look around. And then another, another blonde too, hopped onstage and...wait. You gotta be shitting me.

"Oh for Christ's sake! Somebody's playing that outdated gag song?! That's it!"

I threw my hands into the air and sprang to my feet, thoroughly aggitated now. Students rioting? Fine. Charging the stage? Fine. Rick-Rolling? Fine. Katsuri doing his best male stripper routine? Fine, with a body like that he's got a reason to brag. But all together? No way. I spun round, gave the strictest look I could manage to keep at least a few students in their seats, and headed for the stage. I rolled up my black shirt sleeves and climbed the steps up the side, calling out to the blond I knew,

"Yo, Leon! Been a long time! Nice trick with the system, overloading it like that. You've gotten better. But I wouldn't try your luck against the tank there. He's a bit...out of your league. Come to think of it, I am too. So why not think with your head instead of your balls for once and listen quietly?"

[Wyatt]

As Wyatt sat in the now acclaimed "Best seat in the world". Wyatt couldn't help but think that their headmaster's speech was a bit generic, but got the point across. It seemed that this headmaster appeared

to.....look...out...for

The metal prongs slowly arose from Wyatt's seat.

...the students....best

Wyatt was now held securely in place by the thick metal bars.

...interest.

Wyatt had a feeling that something so good held a dark secret as his self proclaimed "Best seat in the world" turned into "Not so Best seat in the world".

Now as a decent electrical current made its way through the body of the red cladded kid, Wyatt couldn't help but think...during his convulsions.... that this seat wasn't all that great in the first place and was ashamed to have made such a conclusion about it.

As Wyatt lurched forward after the electrical current deminsihed....A few events caught his eye that were of particular interest....this allowed Wyatt to regain his strength.

The first was Leon's blunt disregard of human torture and instead was furious over the destruction of some handheld gaming device. Wyatt would have hopped that people in the room now feared for each others safety. Also the fact that Leon's rage and strength could rip apart the metal restraints which Wyatt could not was a bit unnerving.

The second was some man who seemed to jump down from the stages lighting system. Well it wasn't the man per-say that Wyatt felt disturbed with...it was the lack-there-off of proper formal attire.

Finally the music which now played was a bit disturbing...not because some one must have hacked the system but it was Rick-Roll who was singing was the sheer disturbing factor.

In-conclusion with the observations and moral upbringings Wyatt decided...almost instantly that he needed to act upon the situation....but the question was how.

And no sooner as he asked the question did Wyatt find a decent solution....one that he would have to thank Leon for. Slowly Wyatt donned his red gaucho in anticipation of the plan forming within his mind....the hat seemed to help as well...it always did.

Bringing his hands up to wards the center of Wyatt's body did he clasp both hands together. Red light slowly emitted from within the clasped hands, until it reached a certain brightness before Wyatt brought his hands tighter together. An eruption of red light seemed to circle Wyatt in a perfect circle. The red orb seemed to pulsate as everything within the radius seemed to undergo more stress.

5x more stress actually to be precise. Wyatt's Void Qi had been used and all Wyatt had to do now was endure the stress untill....

CRACK!!!!THUD!!!!

The seat which Wyatt had so loved collapsed underneath the weight of itself and Wyatt combined in 5x more gravity. As Wyatt lay-ed sprawled out over the now acclaimed "Most Villainous chair in the world", it took a few seconds before the void seemed to disappear from the lack of energy given from Wyatt.

Slowly and calmly did Wyatt regain an upright standing position, his shades flickering as he brushed the debris of his overcoat. Then in a very stiff jump did Wyatt bring himself to the stage.

"A few things if I might add"

The situation cried for them to be said and Wyatt was once again obligated to say them.

"Leon you should care more about people then a...PSP if thats what it's called" Said Wyatt gazing at Leon

"I think the school requires proper dress code if I am not mistaken" stated Wyatt again looking at the 90% naked man

"And Mr.Headmaster I think torture wasn't on the artinarary today....other then that.....nice shades sir" Finished Wyatt with a stone calm expression to wards his headmaster.

[[LEON] Joust]

Joust, thoroughly irritated that she had been locked inside this hall, she stared at the one orchestrating this scenario. Her mind constantly flipping through scenarios of how to deal with this later, reclining in the chair. Then...

-snap-

She was not only locked in this building, but she was now locked in this chair. Oh no. Oh HELL no. Joust began to try rip open the bars, with no luck, the juice then flicked on, sending sharp jolts all over her body. She screamed out in pain, her vision being replaced by that of a memory, from long ago. A court room. Her best friend was next to her. Her enemy, in front of her, like it was now. She raised her hand, trying to reach across the impossible gap to strangle the one causing the pain. But simply blacked out.

When she came to shortly afterward, she saw some people were up, moving, she wasn't going to wait around for a second jolt. She twisted her body, elbowing and punching the back of her chair. Trying to break it down enough so that she could slip back into the row behind her and be free. It took her a little bit of effort, but eventually she was free. Pushing herself onto the seat behind her, she found herself sitting on some random juniors lap. She smiled and stroked the males face gently before standing up and moving towards the front row.

"Fuck causing infighting. This just got bloody." Joust stated under her breath rather heatedly, moving up towards the front, taking a sharp sniff from her trinket and wiping her nose. She stood on the opposite end of the stage to goldie-locks.

"Mi'lord, you choose to torture very dangerous individuals. People who are capable of ripping apart the world if they wanted probably. Nice choice." Joust declared, her eyes shifting to the others on stage. "Red Cloak... I know you... once we're done. I want to ask you something." She finished, removing her jacket to remove her underweight and heavily scarred body. Taking a moment to play with her Alumni Ring she got from her 552 graduation, before clenching her fists and parting her feet. A fight was about to erupt. She was going to be prepared to dodge the first blow.

[Mr. H]

Mr. H would seem to be unphased over the events that unfolded seemingly all at once. Several students were able to break out of the restraints and one of them even seemed to overload the system. One of his favorite songs from the 80's was playing, which was actually quite pleasant. He would even do a small little dance to it similar to what Rick Astley did in the music video. He was unashamed of it, after all one of the teacher's assistance had just landed behind him naked, that is unless he put on some clothing since the last time he had seen him. It was the smallest concern of the moment.

Right now he was confronted by not one, not two, not three, but four students. He would slowly bend down and pick up the megaphone and the blow horn ignoring the two blonds yelling at him about a video game system or something. His eyes would just scan them from behind his sunglasses, a small smile working across his face as he brought the megaphone to his lips.

"CRYPTIC METAPHOR!"

The sound would blare at the kids on the stage with them as he used this unnecessarily loud means of communication to drive the point home. As for this message, well he felt like being an ass. Speaking in the megaphone loudly once again he would continue on without adding in more cryptic metaphors.

"You are naive if you think that this is torture. It is merely a small push towards a better life for you all. Change always hurts, being ripped from what we know, what we believe in. This physical pain is symbolic for the emotional pain you will undergo as you evolve from what you are to strong and productive members of society."

As he said that he would lower the megaphone from his lips, keeping his eyes on the students. He wasn't going to strike them, not unless they did the first strike. Not today at least, after all this was their first day, it was only natural that they would still have some bad habits.

Mr H would however turn the man wearing red and give him a small bow of the head acknowledging the compliment. He did like his sunglasses a lot, and it took a while to find the right pair for his face.

"Thank you, I like your glasses as well."

[Mr. Kaar]

Leon looked to Wyat, his senses seemed to spike at the sudden slight shift in the air, but Farren had given him something to think about. This would have to be given a proper response. The fact of the matter really had to be that Leon had balls and the rest fo the male reproductive system, but he misunderstood the statement. As Leon had been using a glass ball with the sign of lightning on the inside to intimidate people and gain entry to certain gang areas, he assumed that was what he meant. So taking a step towards Farren and throwing out an overly exagerated finger point to the man, in a full on stance he would say with a deep, heavy voice.

"I dont have any balls!"

But when Wyatt and the boy who agreed with Leon got on stage, he stepped back to his original position and watched as a female got on stage on the other side of the stage. So the stage seemed a good gathering point for some interestingly powerful people. But the female stood out.... Anyways not as bad as the naked big guy. Tank was he called? Anyways, he would be dealt with if need be. Leon was getting alittle... Prouder than usual with that collar on and it made his head clear to think with, but fromt he many years of using pure anger, it was difficult to keep him in check even today, but it was possible.

So when the teacher Mr. H screamed something about a cryptic metaphor which hurt his ears again, he simply closed his right eye and clenched his teeth, that was really starting to bug him... At least he stopped dancing. Then he went on to preech even more... Jeeze. He simply turned to Wyatt before Mr. H could finish his talking and ask, with every bit of honesty curious.

"Can I hit him?"

[Deryk Bayard]

"You're asking permission to hit the bitch? You're the lightning dragon. You don't need permission." Deryk's voice was little more than a miffed growl as he glared at the dumbass with the megaphone. Hopefully the lightning dragon would do something about that disconnected device. It was zetta outdated. And zetta annoying. Screaming the words "Cryptic metaphor" was just about the dumbest thing he'd heard today. The real dumbest thing was in fact "I don't have any balls." But at least that had been funny as hell.

For serious.

But on a real serious note, he glanced back slightly at Wyatt. He'd already been a confirmed 260 student thanks to a roof meeting. Thank you, Mr. Shades, for more unnecessary witty comments. This situation called for action. Deryk wasn't the one to set up action in this case. he had to time it perfectly with Phase 3 or else in his current state, he didn't have a strong chance. Phase 3 was in forty five seconds. The revenge had been planned. The plates licked clean. Dessert was imminent. And it was pudding. The pudding of their DOOM.

[Wyatt]

Mr.H had done something once again...that Wyatt wished wouldn't occur ever again. The loud noise from the megaphone made the red cladded Senior drop to one knee as the expected reaction took place within Wyatt's body...but unlike other people Wyatt's reaction to this hurt a bit more.

Another few sets of tears fell from beneath Wyatt's shades mixed with a few drops of blood aswell. As the sound subsided did Wyatt regain his standing postion...wiping the fluid from beneath his shades.

"Why thank you Mr.Headmaster aswell"

Stated Wyatt a bit weakly in his calm voice as he looked back at his headmaster then to Leon after his comments. Even though Wyatt wanted to raise an eyebrow at his comment...it would be a bit painful to do so at the moment.

"Leon I think you missed the metaphorical meaning my friend......and I think hitting the headmaster on the first day would be a bit unwise for both formal consideration and strategic understanding"

If Mr.H had installed the shock devices in the chairs...what else did he install or plan...also the fact that this man was the headmaster who only wanted perfection from his students deserved som thought as well.

"And Deryk....you should take note of my previous statement aswell"