Post by Cody Travers on May 7, 2009 17:23:47 GMT -8
(OOC: I apologize for bringing you out like this, but I just felt that with all that's happened.. I just figure that this should be added.. Or at least somewhat discussed within. Not to mention, I would see this happening in the somewhat future. Also, Furthermore, I apologize but for the Prelude.. I'll be borrowing your posting style, only because I'm that much in love with it. Not to mention the story centers around him.)
Prelude
.. It had all happened, so fast-- The earthquake, The Demolishing, The Correction Facility, It was all over in a flash. These people should have been branded as "Heroes" just like many of those people that were captured and had escaped. But even so.. It was odd, somehow they just.. Vanished. After the incident it was almost like nothing never existed anymore. Then the earthquake.. Much like the Reich strangling Nazi Germany from the earth upwards. The stronghold was destroyed, and for the longest time.. The Party had stopped its movement.. And that was it.
But the only difference between the "Seven Years War" and now. Was that the leader had survived, not committing suicide with his mistress, sadly.. It seemed the mistress was finished with her duties.. As she was not found either. But it wasn't enough that just the mistress left, no.. It was almost as if the entire dedicated party had just vanished for whatever reason.
They'd all heard about it, High School 42 and it's grand opening with their mighty placements of taking in those who were willing to join. Most left.. But some stayed. Those who were dedicated. Those who had the guts to make sure that this land would stay under the firm command of one hand. Those who made a difference, in the lives of students, faculty, and others.
Those that would make the Heart of their so called "Reich" crumble in the face of determination..
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The reopening of the school hadn't been a pleasant one. Albeit it was small, but that was the point. Considering other students hadn't bothered to come back to their roots. Provided they didn't want to bother with it anymore? Perhaps that was the problem.. Or maybe not. It was their choice after all. Only a few students left in the school, and as far as anyone else knew.. Only one remaining member of the former S.H.C.P had recided.
But for the most part, the school felt like a better place, it was clean, windows had been repaired and the Mayor had provided a lovely speech for the audience of teenagers that remained. Among them was the rough and tough brute that ceased to amaze the populace with his sole purpose of just standing there and listening to it all with a good solid ear and a mind of his own..
However.. Not even a single mention went out to those who risked their lives for this.. Those people, their school. It was all turned upside down for them. And this particularly broke Cody down to a certain nerve, reminding him how much these people-- No, kids. Mere kids with ideals, held a front and made sure to get everyone out alive.. Just like the Youth of the Nazi Regeime.
But it would be only a couple of days, before he would have honorable mention to do anything.
The grey hallway stretched out far towards the doorway, as a cellphone clicked open quickly, revealing a list of contacts.. Reading one as 'Winters'. Pressing the buttons and setting it down to his name before pressing that conformation button, OK. And moving down to it closely, before eying the keypad.. Stretching his fingers to push in a good set of letters before sending his message.
And with that, the word was sent, it was time to arrive at the respectful point. And wait for the intended guest of honor to arrive in a point. This would answer all of his questions.. And it didn't involve a brawl.
Quite a deal, don't you think?
Prelude
.. It had all happened, so fast-- The earthquake, The Demolishing, The Correction Facility, It was all over in a flash. These people should have been branded as "Heroes" just like many of those people that were captured and had escaped. But even so.. It was odd, somehow they just.. Vanished. After the incident it was almost like nothing never existed anymore. Then the earthquake.. Much like the Reich strangling Nazi Germany from the earth upwards. The stronghold was destroyed, and for the longest time.. The Party had stopped its movement.. And that was it.
But the only difference between the "Seven Years War" and now. Was that the leader had survived, not committing suicide with his mistress, sadly.. It seemed the mistress was finished with her duties.. As she was not found either. But it wasn't enough that just the mistress left, no.. It was almost as if the entire dedicated party had just vanished for whatever reason.
They'd all heard about it, High School 42 and it's grand opening with their mighty placements of taking in those who were willing to join. Most left.. But some stayed. Those who were dedicated. Those who had the guts to make sure that this land would stay under the firm command of one hand. Those who made a difference, in the lives of students, faculty, and others.
Those that would make the Heart of their so called "Reich" crumble in the face of determination..
[/u]
The reopening of the school hadn't been a pleasant one. Albeit it was small, but that was the point. Considering other students hadn't bothered to come back to their roots. Provided they didn't want to bother with it anymore? Perhaps that was the problem.. Or maybe not. It was their choice after all. Only a few students left in the school, and as far as anyone else knew.. Only one remaining member of the former S.H.C.P had recided.
But for the most part, the school felt like a better place, it was clean, windows had been repaired and the Mayor had provided a lovely speech for the audience of teenagers that remained. Among them was the rough and tough brute that ceased to amaze the populace with his sole purpose of just standing there and listening to it all with a good solid ear and a mind of his own..
However.. Not even a single mention went out to those who risked their lives for this.. Those people, their school. It was all turned upside down for them. And this particularly broke Cody down to a certain nerve, reminding him how much these people-- No, kids. Mere kids with ideals, held a front and made sure to get everyone out alive.. Just like the Youth of the Nazi Regeime.
But it would be only a couple of days, before he would have honorable mention to do anything.
The grey hallway stretched out far towards the doorway, as a cellphone clicked open quickly, revealing a list of contacts.. Reading one as 'Winters'. Pressing the buttons and setting it down to his name before pressing that conformation button, OK. And moving down to it closely, before eying the keypad.. Stretching his fingers to push in a good set of letters before sending his message.
'Come to the auditorium. We need to talk. - T.'
And with that, the word was sent, it was time to arrive at the respectful point. And wait for the intended guest of honor to arrive in a point. This would answer all of his questions.. And it didn't involve a brawl.
Quite a deal, don't you think?
