Post by Gabriel Seran on Jul 21, 2009 19:23:41 GMT -8
It had been awhile, those marble walls seemed all to similar to the way they had been when Gabriel had left it behind. More like he was forced out and away to another school within the district that many others had been shipped out to. Gabriel had gone thru his fair share this past year. The down fall of his regime in Moral Crest #42 went swiftly as they fell to the propaganda of a Fascist madman led by Matrim. The man had swiftly lost his mind through Gabriel's uprise and soon the others fell to madness soon as Gabriel fell from grace. But now there was chance for a new start back to the basics at least thats what he had hoped.
Gabriel Seran marched down from the registration building's front doors making his way out into the courtyard with a relaxed pose as he took in a great swell of air. It had been too long. The fresh scent of the ocean's air beat around him carrying a relaxing aura as opposed to the pollution that hung around the bay. His dark heavy coat stood out strangely amongst the summer party kids of Long Beach. Heavy boots clicked upon the surface as he strode till he came upon the grass surface.
"Hey punk! Don't you know that this is Reaper turf?" Three skinny pale boys came up to him flexing their authority to try and suppress Gabriel.
Gabriel scoffed humored, "I could've sworn you riffraff had died off, guess I'll have to show you why your leaders aren't here anymore.."
"Riffraff? What'd you call us?" The smallest one with the largest mouth called out quickly.
A dark flash appeared as Gabriel pummeled one in the face sending his limp body to the floor, The other two followed close behind with equally audible thuds. Gabriel didn't stay long, he didn't want to be responsible for his clean ups. Though the gangs were the entire reason for his return. #42 ran amok with them, once he'd thought he could save the school with a powerful force when in reality one had to wipe out all the trouble and balance the playing field. Gabriel would do this for Olivia...
Gabriel Seran marched down from the registration building's front doors making his way out into the courtyard with a relaxed pose as he took in a great swell of air. It had been too long. The fresh scent of the ocean's air beat around him carrying a relaxing aura as opposed to the pollution that hung around the bay. His dark heavy coat stood out strangely amongst the summer party kids of Long Beach. Heavy boots clicked upon the surface as he strode till he came upon the grass surface.
"Hey punk! Don't you know that this is Reaper turf?" Three skinny pale boys came up to him flexing their authority to try and suppress Gabriel.
Gabriel scoffed humored, "I could've sworn you riffraff had died off, guess I'll have to show you why your leaders aren't here anymore.."
"Riffraff? What'd you call us?" The smallest one with the largest mouth called out quickly.
A dark flash appeared as Gabriel pummeled one in the face sending his limp body to the floor, The other two followed close behind with equally audible thuds. Gabriel didn't stay long, he didn't want to be responsible for his clean ups. Though the gangs were the entire reason for his return. #42 ran amok with them, once he'd thought he could save the school with a powerful force when in reality one had to wipe out all the trouble and balance the playing field. Gabriel would do this for Olivia...
