Faculty Room~ REPRIEVE!

[Fau$t]

It had been a few hours after the little meeting the Principal made up so that the teachers could introduce themselves to the students, so Faust decided to take an hour or so to chill out in the Faculty Room. It was actually alot nicer than he had expected it to be. Taking a few deep breath's, Faust managed to seat himself on the couch. He needed some down-time. Waking up at almost six o'clock in the morning to get introduced to a bunch of brats he'd most likely break this year wasn't the best way he had thought of starting off his new career. The superior who had decided this to be his punishment was very cruel. The fuck must have thought it to be so damn ironic for Faust to be teaching in the very system he sought to break only a few years ago. When he had the time, when he had his glory days, when he was feared. There was no doubt in his mind that his mere height had already established a name in the student body. But it was natural really. Who wouldn't be afraid of these behemoth lifeforms, especially people like Hiroko and Faust, who had been known nation-wide for their violent tendencies. There was nothing better than establishing an empire of fear with putting in little-to-none effort into it all. Silently, he laughed to himself for some console for his aching heart. There was something hurting on the inside and a little laughter could lighten up the worst of situations, especially that of one dealing with a bleeding heart. Sighing, still overcome with this, what seemed to be, an ever-lasting depression, he rolled his head back on the headrest of the couch. Positioning his head so that it was vertical with the ceiling, closing his eyes just for a bit. Sleep was never a bad thing, ne?

"I could do... With a little rest."

The trigger between my eyes.

Come on.

Make it click now.

"Yes, some rest. And then I can get to teaching these little maggots. Maybe exercise my *rights* as teacher in the process, if I'm lucky."

Rolling his head back on the head-rest, he closed his eyes, eyelid's fluttering closed. Snowblind and caught in the middle of a crisis. The only reason he had been called to the school was for his own little reform, as well as to deal with some of the trouble plaguing the school as of yet. Fucking students had held so many riots that this school had been on the edge and back of extinction more then a few times. Too bad they executed their plans so terribly in the process of it all. This generation must have taken a step back in the intelligence department. Faust had been considered one of the most strategic figures at Public High School #552 when he was still in his 'rioting against the system' days. And none-the-fucking-less, he still was. This system thought irony was going to bring Faust down, forcing him into a job here. Well, he was going to show them the true beauty irony can bring forth, especially when it's established within a system of fuckhead's like his superiors. He thought of that woman who had saved him from a life in a padded cell though, sighing to himself quietly. Maybe irony was beautiful to a certain extent of building up the trauma in his life and turning it into a 'positive' force. Still cocking his head back so that he could rest, he let out a short sigh. He had a few hours to kill before the touring of the school would be done and official classes would actually begin, so letting off some steam in the faculty room seemed like a good idea.

"I fucking hate my job."

[Zack Asiv]

As it would seem the introductions to the students where over and it was about time for Mr. Asiv to personally greet the teachers, he hoped they would all retreat back to the Faculty Room so he could meet them there, if not he would find a way to get them all there, be it through an announcement, or if he went and got them personally. He may or may not have been in a good mood because of the site of some of the students actions durring the assembly, like this one student who seemed to wear white, and had this messy spiked brown hair. Asiv would deal with this problem himself. From the assembly he noticed actions made by both Teachers and students to judge them in his head, equilly interesting, yet the students where his concern not the teachers.

His somewhat small body carried him into the Faculty Room with ease, yet as he stepped in it did not look like this was his destination, or anywhere else for that matter. As he walked his upper body seemed to sway, but he still walked ina straight line. His hands had falling into the pockets of the suit pants, the dark blue seemed dull.. He made his way slowly, yet surely to a chair and took a seat, he did infact notice the rather larger man in the room as well, he believed his name to be Faustus, so Mr. Ankari had been one to retreat back to this place, yet he seemed to be resting, no need to bother a resting man. As they say let old dogs lay. Yes that was the term, though Asiv was almost positive this man was not old, he seemed too, whats the word, motivated in some of his actions to be any older than 25. Asiv had only briefly skimmed over the profile givin to him on this man, so he really knew very little more than his name. He figured it would be better to learn of this man in time.

He reached into his pocket and pushed the pack of cigerattes out of the way, those death dealing sticks of impending doom, that asiv seemed to enjoy so much, and reached for a pack of Jucy Fruit gum. He would pull it out and grab a stick, hsi thoughts would go to how he would deal with that foolish student who had blatently started a fight durring the assembly right infront of the teachers, in disregard and disrespect. He would unwrap the gum and put it in his mouth folding it once. He thought about a trap invite him for something speciel and then lock the door. No he actuelly thought up something new, he thought up something that could be interesting. He would crumble up the wrapper and just like a teenage boy he would try and shoot for three intot he waste basket off to the side, it would bounce off the rim and land on the outside. Asiv would give a look of frustration before his smile would retunr ans he began to silently chew his gum.

'I wonder how this will work.'

[akada]

A blonde haired male carried himself within, the once red shade of veil had been turned against itself for the purpose of changing apperances. After all, Faust and Leon meant there were probably others that were from 552 here somewhere.. none the less.. it was simply more appeasing to keep himself unknown by the authorities for the biggest part of which to keep from ending up back into a situation where he would have to slip into combat with police officers... a low breath.. the sudden desire once again to snap.. only urged onwards by the hidden need of blood.. no matter how hard he tried he could not deny the effects the long term drain of The Forbidden Style had held on his body, forcing him to depend more and more on the raw strength he held over his own abillities.. Sometimes.. he despised it, and to hid that look in his eyes, a red ball cap had been pulled down over thus from his head, the shade of darkness keeping the true intentions from view, even as his heart raced within, pounding solidly against his chest with each and every draw of breath that came, more rapidly then it had before. It was unknown to him why, but he was feeling the effects of need.. he knew he had to seek out blood, knew it was embedded into his personality rather he liked it or not.. and of course, he attempted to deny those accusations with every twist and turn in his life, trying hard to be the hero.

"Sometimes its just to much to handle.. but, as promise held to someone, I suppose I must."

The words were spoken in a tone so low it could barely be considered a whisper, even to himself, and from it, he would allow foot falls to carry that massive body to the doort of the faculty lounge, opening it and stepping in. He had never quite been right, and most of the effort he had for keeping certain things kept had been exhausted long before he came to 259.. and almost longer then the time he had spent at 552. A draw of air seized in his chest, causing it to expand outwards as oxygen filled and soaked his blood with the needed supply, before exhaling the used up Carbon Dioxide, floating aimlessly with his movements, and the fact he seemed a little different then usual, having no smile plastered against his face, nor holding the same stature he usually had either.

[K]

After the oh-so-exciting little opening ceremony, Ms. Kuramoto managed to get an idea about some of the staff here at PHS #259. She managed to at least remember a few names, and got a general idea of what most of the faculty was all about… which, unsurprisingly, turned out to be beating the living shit out of idiot kids. That was not all that this teacher was about, though. Of course, make no mistake, she knew how to fight, and she could fight rather well. She just usually didn’t like to resort to the whole violence thing unless the students refused to get their asses in gear otherwise, is all. She was more about the whole socializing aspect of being a teacher. She wanted to make friends, and make memories with the children as she taught them everything that they needed to know about the world around them. She wanted to help nurture them, and have them develop into mature, intelligent young men and women!

…Oh, who the hell was she kidding? These kids were screwed. Hahaha! Oh, well! At least she wasn’t one of them, right?

A soft yawn escaped the history teacher’s scarlet lips as she walked over towards the faculty room. She shouldn’t have been so tired, but she had been rather busy before she could finally get to bed that night. Ah, well! That didn’t matter much, now, did it? All that she really had to do was buy a bottle of Coke from the vending machine there and she’d probably back up to speed. With that thought in mind, and the faculty room now in sight, she let a soft smile curve at her lips.

Caffeine ahoy!

She opened the doorway and walked inside, looking around casually, until she noticed the three other men in the room. Her eyes widened a bit at them for a moment, a little surprised to see so many people in the faculty room, until she let her friendly grin spread across her face. It was Mr. Asiv, the supervisor, and the two new (and really tall) teachers… What were their names? Ah, yes… Hiroko and Faust, she believed. Damn, they were really tall! Before she came here, she thought herself to be pretty tall, but next to all of the teachers here at PHS #259… she really did seem rather short. Then again, this school seemed to have a tendency of attracting really tall teachers… well, with the exception of the student dean, of course. She really shouldn’t feel that bad.

Taking out her navy blue wallet from her trench coat pocket, she opened it up, took out a dollar, and slid it into the machine. After choosing her selection, she heard the sound of the bottle tumbling violently down to where it appeared at the bottom. She bent down to retrieve it (it was for times such as these that she was very thankful for her trench coat, after all if that wasn’t there, then anyone behind the teacher would have gotten a rather attractive view of what was underneath her short skirt) and began to screw the top off…

Gah!

She blinked in surprise as the soda in her hand suddenly erupted from the bottle, foaming from the top and all over her well-manicured hand. Well, that sucks! And good god, it was still foaming! If she didn’t do anything to stop it soon, then were wouldn’t be any caffeine left for her! Then what would wake her up? Thinking quickly, she shoved the end of the bottle between her lips, letting the flavorful foam pour into her awaiting mouth. After it settled down, she pulled it away from her mouth and smiled sheepishly, glancing over at the other teachers. She now had soda all over her hand, along with a little bit on her chest.

Smooth, hon. Real smooth.

“…Hey.”

[Fau$t]

He growled to himself softly. Even with his eyes closed, he could tell that about four people were in the room currently. God help the people if they were students. Holy hell, if the people managed to be students and they were commercing in the Teacher Faculty Room, holy christ were they going to regret it. His first violent act as a school teacher~! Opening his eyes slowly, he pulled his head from the head-rest only to get a very 'pleasant' view of that female teacher's rear. Frowning to himself, he fell back into the couch effortlessly. Shit. He was so fucking ready to just jump at whoever it was and assaulting a teacher wasn't on his to-do list currently. Dis-heartened, disappointed, he fell apart in the soft leather couch. He was breaking, he could feel it. This mental block. There was something there, it had no appearance, it had no mass, no volume. But it was fucking there. It was holding him back. When was he, 'The-fucking-Beast' hesitating to disembowel an innocent?! What the fuck had happened to the behemoth that was once this man?! This apathy shit. That's what it fucking was. Or so he was assuming. Faust was coming undone and that was all there was to it. He could just pull the trigger now, couldn't he? Establish a suicide, right here and now within the faculty quarters. He could feel it, the strong hatred for humanity returning once more, matching blow after blow with this horrible apathetic manifestation.

Come on now.

Make it fucking CLICK.

Another quiet growl escaped his vocal cords as his slender lips parted long enough for him to sigh afterwards. A very attractive teacher in front of him, the principal, and without warning from behind... Hiroko Katashi. Another misfit built upon the system of #552 and led to live a life without promise. Why did this man go into hiding, especially when he and Faust still had a score to settle. After almost five long years, he would still remember Hiroko Katashi and the splendid match they had those many years ago. A kung fu hustle. The phrase made him grin a little to himself. Unknowingly, his cell-phone rumbled in his pocket, though in his position on the couch, it was diffcult for him to feel the vibration with the loose material.

((OoC: Plot-development, peoples~! The whole cell-phone thing, ja? Noooooow~ If you wanna get in on this little side-story with Faust, could those who want to be involved please PM me. I'd like to have some people in on something I want Faust to evolve from. I'd apperciate the help. Danke.))

Keeping very quiet for a few more moments, he listened eagerly to Hiroko's first few words. A promise? Who had this man of so much power made a promise with? It wasn't his problem. But he was always willing to find out more if it meant the benefit for himself or Hiroko. Maybe in return for the help... Faust could get a re-match with this man. Two monsters at each other's throats. It sounded so beautiful. And the chorus swells~!

"Old friend... Promises are empty. Best not to get caught up in them. Now tell me... Why is it you went into hiding for so long? It's kind of humorous with the equal reputation we both have at #552... Hiding didn't seem like your style."

He let the words out quietly, as his eyes stayed closed, never actually looking at his old friend. But who was he kidding? He had gotten himself thrown into some promise just a few weeks before. With that woman. Alexis. That beautfiul woman that had actually convinced him into becoming a teacher and had promised that this would definetly be a turn around for him. He doubted it. He doubted it to the largest extent of it. But who knows? No, he knew. Once a sinner, always a sinner. Opening his eyes for a few more moments, he eyed the little hottie in front of him, then the principal, soon Hiroko, then closing them once more. One hell of a fucking faculty. Still the little call to his cell-phone was left un-attended.

[akada]

"Promises are the backbone on which society is founded.. without promises, no one would vow to hate, vow to change, vow to love, vow to create, nor vow to live or die... and a promise that I have made was made long before 552 existed in my life.. it caused what I am today and what I did in the past."

A simple motion came, pulling the muscles in his face into a weak smile, something far from what it used to be, his normally calm and happy demeanor was once more displaying the worn existence in life, and torn down body rebuilt over and over. Those blue eyes followed, shifting upwards and falling onto Fausts face, the psychotic male had only been rivaled by few names in reputation, of which included himself, Mayoko, Ark, and Vetis, all of which were far to destrucitve to list the line of terror that had been inflicted, as it was nothing more then a statistic, as life was when it fell in the thousands.. the problem was, a single voice could boom so loudly, one didnt realize, and by time he realized the pure amount of people dependent on his actions, as well as following blindly, he had to give it up.. He had gone into hiding for that precise reason. Though the promise to do so had been formed so long before.

"Hiding.. I guess you would call it that, but at the same time, one can learn far to much in hiding then would be thought of at first. "

In truth, he had been venturing across the country, working from town to town challenging that fighters that lay within.. and needless, he had encountered quite a few interesting characters, and because of that he had also had some very interesting battles, as well as a developing a new fighting style that was created to rival that of the Forbidden Style, combining various techniques normally involved with completely different styles of martial arts, yet none the less he had been around the block and now could carry that chest earned long ago even higher then it had been... without a doubt however, he believed that Faustus here had also been involved with quite a bit of stuff, and had also probably advanced himself more then he cared to let on, which was likewise with that normally red headed behemoth.

[K]

The History teacher smiled softly as she took another long sip. She was enjoying the feeling of energy and caffeine entering her system once more, enjoying the feeling of her senses being awakened. She probably would have preferred a hot drink, such as coffee, but hey, she had to go with what was available to her, didn’t she? No wishing for coffee that wasn’t there. Her slender frame leaned against the wall next to the drink dispenser, and she pushed her sunglasses back up the bridge of her nose. She was not particularly listening to the conversation that the two other teachers were having, for she was already off in her own little world, humming a little tune to herself…

…That is, until she heard them talking about PHS #552. At this, her head lifted up in their direction for a moment, finally realizing something that she should have known a long, long time ago. Hiroko and Faust. Damn it, she knew they were familiar! They were those two guys from 552. She had never actually gone there, of course, but she had heard plenty of stories about the students that went there. They were just little snippets of information, mere rumors that she heard from other teachers about the intense level of violence occurring in that school. It wasn’t as if she tried to go too deep into the subject, or tried to do any research on the place, hell no. She actually almost went to that school herself, but… there were issues in the way.

But who gives a damn about issues of the past? Not Ms. Kuramoto, not at all. No, she lived for the moment, lived for the present, and preferred not to dwell on the past at all, if she could help it. Closing her eyes for a moment, she brought the opening of the bottle to her lips once more and drank the precious, life-giving nectar that flowed from it. Who cared about 552? Who cared about Manhattan? Not her, no, not at all. But… if she didn’t care about it, then why the hell did she have to convince herself so many times that she didn’t care…?

…God damn.

A rare sigh of frustration escaped her as she looked at the wall before she became gulping down the last bit of soda. The now-empty bottle let out a crackling sound as her grip tightened on it, as a sudden jolt of anger at herself went through her body. After a mere second, though, she seemed to calm down, the usual friendly, calm smile on her lips once more, and with a mere flick of her hand, the slightly mutilated bottle landed in the recycling bin next to her. No more of that, now! She shouldn’t just be angry because she started to think about before. She lived for the moment, lived for the present… not for the past. That was how she had always been. Continuing to hum to herself softly, she walked over to an empty chair and sat herself down, leaning back in the seat and staring up at the ceiling, crossing her left leg over her right. Her left foot seemed to swing back in forth to some unheard beat as Ms. Kuramoto closed her eyes and listened to the little tune constantly in her strange little mind.

[Fau$t]

"So you say, old friend. Just do me a favor and stay a little longer compared to your abrupt leave at #552. Remember. We still have a score to settle."

His words were smooth, that rolled right off the tongue as his eyes finally opened so that they would make contact with his old high school friend. They, indeed, had a massive score to settle with one another, seeing as their last match in #552 was left at a draw. Both fighters could not endure the pain they were putting themselves through and if he remembered correctly, Hiroko had promised a rematch the next they saw each other. Well, this year was beginning to shift on a better side than it was this morning. Tilting his head to the side, he bit back on his lip piercing a bit too hard so that the metal stud on his tongue could even touch it. He didn't know what to do with himself lately, but now that he actually had this new oppertunity to change this apathetic, solitary lifestyle... Would he grasp it while he could? Or would he fall back into the sickening emptiness again? His little black heart had already been left exhausted, he had nothing left to give, nothing left for anyone to take. Torn from his skin, his muscle... Ever since he was a small child, Faust accepted the notion that the world had left him behind many years ago. What could he do about it? I mean, after being tortured and left to die more than a few times in the past... The world was just laughing in his face. How could he possibly retaliate to it?

...By taking as many of useless fucks as he could down with them. If he wasn't "blessed" enough to be one of the lucky ones in the world, noone would. They would suffer for his pain. Society had become overrated, they didn't deserve such gifts. And being deprived of so much, Faust would always be much more pure than these maggots. He was a purebreed. The ugly, unclean, the impure would have to be sacrificed.

Hey Mister Jack...
Is that the trick of your disguise?
Hey Mister Jack...
Is that the cause of your demise?

Vibration.

This time, he felt it. Quick with his hand movements, he jumped to pick up his phone that was placed neatly in his pocket. Pulling it out, he didn't bother checking the number, not hesitating to answer the call. Noone ever calls his phone, who the fuck could this be...? They better hope to god that they had the right number.

"Sooooooo...~ How do you like your new job, sweetheart~?"

A long pause. His voice seemed to fall back into his throat, crawling into some kind of hole, not wanting to ever come back out again. Jumping from the couch, ignoring all those around him. His eyes clearly in a state of shock, a tinge of anger rose within their beautiful and crazed aura. The voice was feminine. But still very elegant and sophisticated-sounding, an almost seductive tone tainting her voice like poison.

"Who... Who the hell is this...?"

"Oooooh~ Honey. That's a secret, ya know. Can't have all the answers. You're asking all the wrong questions. That will get you nowhere... Come on, I'm willing to answer as long as you ask the right stuff, dear..."

The anger was beginning to boil as he growled loudly over at the woman. A very sexy giggle in response to his animalistic vocals, her giggling stopping as she spoke up once more to him.

"Go to the window, sweetie~"

Hesitating for a moment, he snapped back into the moment. His legs working themselves almost automatically overo the window as directed by the little harpie on the end of the line. Growling a little lower this time, he succumbed to her wishes as he looked out. It was storming outside, rain pelting up against the window as he looked down into the courtyard, watching the tree's brush in the window, the thunderous rustle of the bushes heard from upstairs, almost several stories up.

"Hey, cutie~! I can see you, but you can't see me...!"

Not even able to finish her statement, he interrupted her little seduction speech.

"Listen. I'm not on this phone to fuck around with you. I want to know why this all happened. Why me? Why in the hell would you pick ME, Of all people?"

She giggled again as he barked at her over the phone, his voice very harsh. A little too innocent, but all the more seductive as she finally cleared her throat. A smug tone attached to her voice.

"Well, well... Your reputation exceeds you, my dear. You sound so ferocious, so vicious over the phone... It makes chills run down my spine. I can't wait to meet you finally~ So blunt, but again. The wrong question. You're getting warmer though, I'll give you that, sweetie~ I'm sorry to say, that our time has to be cut short. I'll give you sometime to think up a few questions, so keep in mind your history... Surely, you'll think of something! Oh, and before I forget. I assumed that you wouldn't have picked up your phone the first time, so I left a little voicemail... Listen to it when your outside of school, preferably when you're off duty. I'll know if you cheated too, hon. So don't play games..."

He snarled at the woman, as she bit down on her tongue, another little giggle forced out as she finally finished her closing statement.

"I'm holding the cards now, dear. Til' the next time we chat... Au Revoir, mi amour."

With that... A click and the phone line went dead. Staring emotionlessly outside the window, he shut his phone, looking out the window as the rain rushed down from the heavens. Things just got so much more complicated than they needed to be...

PUT YOUR HANDS UP AND GET OUT OF THE CAR!

((OoC: w00t. Plot-development! I still need more people to PM me if your interested in taking part. So please, any help would be apperciative.))

[K]

As her frame began to mold into the chair, her body became more relaxed, and the relaxed smile remained on her lips. Damn, she could sit back like this all day, probably. Yes, she was really a slacker by nature, the only exception being when she was around other students. The fact didn't bother her at all, really; she worked hard for these kids, so she deserved some relaxation-time, too! Then again… she seemed to slack off an awful lot… Perhaps she could work a little harder? Perhaps she could spend more time being active, more time working hard, so she could finally retire to a nice, wide open space in the country…?

…Meh. She’ll do that tomorrow.

Suddenly, though, a voice nearby caught her attention. The curious creature that she was, she opened one lazy, light brown eye and glanced over at the source of the noise. It was Faust, talking on his cell phone. It usually would not have been such an unusual thing, but… He was acting a little strangely. Then again, she really didn’t know him that well… Perhaps this was the way that he always acted? In any case, he seemed to be a bit stressed about something… She watched with her unwavering gaze as he walked over to the window and looked out it, as if looking for something… The person on the phone, perhaps? It was a little strange, she had to say…

What he said next caught her a little bit off-guard, though. “Why me?” What exactly was he talking about? Now, this wasn’t any of her business, but she was a curious person, she was, and besides, humans learned by observing their surroundings, right…? In any case, she had to wonder… From the way that he was talking… Well, this was only a guess, but… perhaps he did not come here to teach of his own free will? Perhaps this was a punishment of some sort? Or was there more involved…? She continued to ponder these things, even after the phone call ended. An interesting man, this Faust was… That is, unless she was simply imagining things? Not every strange event occurred because of some sort of crazy, twisted thriller-movie plot going on in the background…

All of a sudden, she realized that she had been staring at the man this entire time. A little surprised by her lack of self-control, she closed her eyes again, attempting to relax a bit more in her seat.

These new teachers… I’ve a feeling that they’ll bring a hell of a lot more than the usual ones…

[Zack Asiv]

Zack, had listened to the motions, the movements, the sound of thinking, the comunication between the two huge people, and even the motions and activities done by the young Ms. Kuramoto, who was also taller than him, he felt alittle small for his age with all these people walking around. It would seem his chewing gum was losing its flavor, so he walked over to the waste basket and tossed it in, as it had stuck to the side of the plastic bag lining it. He gave a half smile as he savored what was left of the flavor flowing around in the saliva. His mood seemed rather light, yet every motion he made was still very sloppy, and seemed to have some sort of unseen flow to it, some sort of rocking about it, like how water would move on a lake, and yet at the same time, his movements where confined, and kept to little things.

Now what he saw next was probably one of the more odd things, the one that was in here before him, Faustus, had begun to talk on his cellphone. Well this wasnt really odd if it where not for the fact Zack felt an odd. . . The word is anger, but it was still a different feeling than that. Not to mention how he seemed to bark orders into it, as he stood at the window looking out apon the storm, that had snuck up on the unsuspecting area. Asiv probably could of seen this coming if they had a T.V in the lounge to watch the weather, so he remembered to get one. Yet things seemed to continue on in the little intense conversation between the one known as Mr. Ankari, or as he prefered Faust. With how he seemed to act or his little announcement at the assembly which Asiv found to be interesting he wondered what would happen if one of the srtudents where to call him Mr. A, or Mr. F to shorten his name for some reason. Eh, teenagers will be teenagers.

And the phone call had seemed to end just as abruptly as it had begun. Zack snuck a little look out the window from where his slim frame was at, but he saw nothing. He saw the darkness, the rain, and the street lights, the rest was a blanket of grey. So Asiv returned to his little chair he had picked out and waited to see what would happen next, this seemed interesting, but it wasn't really his business, was it? Well if it bothered one of his teachers, then it damn well was his problem. Yet Zack would not interfere with what Faust had to do, unless he must to make sure his teachers where able to teach, and able to keep the students undercontrole. So weather Mr. Ankari liked it or not Zack was there to see what was going on.

[Fau$t]

((OoC: Just bumping this thread because I need to post again in it. Sorry for the delay folks. But Rammstein is pumping me up. So thank that wondrous band.))