Appearance Of A Pure Heart

[John]

Fighting, it was seen everywhere one looked, yet teachers kept things well inline, by beating the students to a point of breaking their spirits. It was a site to see everyday at this school that was still just beginning to establish itsself in the most violent in California, along with coming to gain its first Pillars, and School Captain. Well from before this place was torn down and rebuilt, from what John had heard there where still remnents from the old 259. A platnum white haired young man with red eyes walked onto the campouse and imediatly found himself the subject to many eyes, they where harsh and seemed willing to rip him to pieces but where held back by something.

He wore a white tank top, his slightly tanned skin was visible, along with a pair of white cargo pants. He had no real direction to go, so he figured he would wonder until a teacher came to point him in the right direction, or he found the main office, which ever came first. Around his waist wrapped multiple times a piece where two different small ropes, like cords. They where his holly cords for when he needed to fight. As if he would find a ritiouse reason to fight here, but if nothing else to protect himself. He would hope that he would not have to fight for any other reason except to protect himself, or someone he sees in trouble.

[Sean Timson]

"Look, it was just a joke, relax," Sean spoke a seemingly unphased tone as the science teacher pinned him face-first against the wall outside the classroom. At least this teacher has the sense to dissipline outside the classroom, Sean thought as he weathered the storm of punches against his exposed back from the teacher. "Maybe this will teach you to keep your mouth shut in class," The teacher atempted to intimidate Sean, though Sean maintained a bored expression through brief grimaces grunts from the impacts to his torso.

"OK, I think I got the message, you 'did not have sexual relations with that woman'," Sean offered sarcasticly in his best presidential impression, but another punch to the ribs proved the teachers lack of humor that much more, "Not it? Guess you're not that good of a teacher after all." The teacher just continued to beat Sean more, though was showing signs of fatigue, and eventualy tossed the student to the side in frustration and werriness. Sean collapsed on the ground, but offered no true surrender to the teacher, who simply locked the door behind him, leaving the student lying in the hallway.

Sean slowly began to pick himself up, probing his ribs gingerly with his fingers, Good, nothing seems broken, gonna be a hell of a bruise though. Sean took a couple steps, but changed his mind as the pain shot through his torso, and leaned his back against the wall, sliding down into a sitting possition. Sean noticed a odd looking kid approaching with platnum hair and tan skin. Sean gave a single friendly wave to the student with is right hand while his left arm was cradleing his torso.

[John]

After seeing a guy being thrown by a teacher, he approched him, he seemed to get to his feet by himself, which wasn't good. He rushed over to see if he was alright completely, maybe go to the nurses office in Building 2 floor A. He didn't know the guys name, but once he got to him he stopped and looked at where he had been hit so many times. He didn't want to intrude on the guy, but he was sure he may want to get looked at and checked up on, so he asked with a wave and smile at the same time.

"Uh, you ok? Seems you may want to get some ice and maybe an X-ray after all you look pretty banged up."

John wasn't trying to be smart or anything, he didn't see everything, or even know what it was all about. He didn't even know if this guy was a nice or mean person. All that mattered to him was this was a human being and he looke dinjurred. So he would help him. Thats just the way he is. Hopefully this guy would agree to getting checked up, since from what it seemed the teacher that he saw leave him didn't intend for the guy to go back into the classroom that day. So to make trust work easier he would introduce himself.

"My name is John, I'll help if you need it."

A smile and a gentle look from those red eyes where all shown as he tried to be nice, and normel to the guy so he didn't suspect pity. Some people had ego's like that so he was sure he was being carefgul not to upset the guy.

[Sean Timson]

So, you are merciful on occasion, Sean prayed silently to the gods. "Nothing's broke, I've got tough bones. I could use a hand geting to the nurses office for some asprin, though. I think the bastard got me in the kidneys a couple of times," Sean was willing enough to accept some assitance, he had only spoken up in class to distract the teacher from beating on a kid who had forgotten his homework at home. Sean was sure now that the teacher would be too exausted to go all-out on anyone else. Trying to beat down the teacher alone would probably not have gone any better, and probably would have used less energy on the teachers part. Sean knew he could take more of a beating than you would think of someone his size, which usualy meant less beating before they counted him out.

Sean stood up again, propping himself against the wall with his right arm and still cradling his torso with his left. He took a few deep painful breaths, but they allowed him to remain focused and keep from passing out. Seems like about 50% of people here are complete assholes, 49% are too afraid to act, and the other 1% are decent people. I guess my luck aint that bad after all.

[John]

John was glad to hear this guy didn't break anything and that he could use some asprin, and hearing of kidney shots he was sure that hurt. He shook his head a bit to get any random thoughts out of the main picture, and moved over to him. He would stand there and wait for him to regain his focus, and wait for when this guy was ready to go. He thought for amoment and he still didn't have this guys name. Yet John figured he would give it when he wanted to, no need to push. so finally he moved alittle closer to where the guy could throw his arm over John's shoulder if he wanted.

"Well, you ready, it should be donwstairs and alittle ways down the hall."

john was certain thats where it was. Of course this was building 2 right? Yeah well anyways, John had gotten a map of the school so he knew where to go, an dhe pretty much memorized every possible rout to the health office so he could help people get there from most anywhere in the school.

[Sean Timson]

"Lets go," Sean's voice was noticably strained as he took slow steps, trying not to jostle his upper body too much, but decided to accept the help offered and leaned onto John with his left arm over the other student's shoulders and began a staggered walk down the hallway, "Figures I'd need to go down some stairs in this condition," he laughed a little, he was supprisingly up-beat for someone who just beat-down.

Sean was becoming somewhat used to the pain by the time they got to the stairway though, and managed it with just the railing to help. The nurse's office was occupied by a few concusions and broken bones as expected, but Sean did not plan to stick around. In very casual manner, especialy considering his conditions, Sean walked in, grabed a bottle of asprin, and walked out before the nurse even noticed him. Sean quickly unscrewed the cap and swallowed a pair of the pills, cringing slightly at the bitter taste they left when there was nothing to help wash them down.

"Thanks, in a couple of day's I'll be good as new," Sean twisted his torso a little, testing to see what possitions triggered the pain the most. He might check it out visualy latter, though for now he could tell that it was nothing critical other that the possibility of pissing blood for a couple days.

[John]

John's head tipped to the side as he heard the strain in the voice, couldn't really blaim the guy. John knew he just got the smak down laydith apon him, so it would be only reasonable speaking would be strained or forced. And all the shots to his torso could of caused diaphram movements to hurt or even his ribs being bruised. Well could be worse, John was just assuming anyways. He really hoped the guy was alright. Didn't want his first day to be full of injury and problems.

He was also glad to give himself for support, he also gave a reassuring smile when he made the comment about stairs. The guy went down the stairs with the rialing John was there to make sure he didn't fall down the stairs and hurt himself further. He was in and out of the Nurses office once they reached it, he was casuel about it, well as casuel as you can get in that condition. Yet he was in and out within a matter of seconds. He chocked down two pills and seemed to be testing himself.

Testing motions so he knows what not to do. Which was a good idea that way he could move around to just that limit of movement and seem normel. Or he could know when to tense and prepare himself for pain if he where to move to the point.