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Post by James Tariq Al-Mansour on Aug 27, 2009 5:23:10 GMT -8
"This should be interesting" James thought as he stepped out of the car and headed towrds the school. He had done his research, turns out this school has had a very violent history to say the least. Although from what he was seeing, it wasn't much. Maybe the students have toned down, or its just the start of the day and everyones too sleepy to start bashing skulls yet.
He was wondering what kind of welcome he would be receiving, and the how the first person he would meet would be like. If it was one of those "give me your money, fresh meat" kind of guys. The Arab wouldn't be surprised if that was the case, but he thinks he could handle a stupid thug. Although if it didn't have to come to a brutal beat down, then thats allot better.
James entered the school building and the first thing on his agenda was to find his locker to stash his bag which was slung over his right shoulder, then find his first class. He kept into walking and soon enough he found himself qiute...lost. "oh crap" he muttered.
People brushed past him on their own way to class, he didn't know who to ask or where to go, so he figured he would just keep walking until he ran into a teacher or someone kind enough to give him directions if he's lucky.IF he's lucky...
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Post by Gabriel Seran on Aug 27, 2009 16:55:42 GMT -8
Monday morning and Gabriel was lucky enough to be far from lost. His time here had grown quite comfortable setting aside the fact that there was in fact a violence issue. But he'd been in enough hostile zones to be able to deal with the troubles of suburban angst. His dark attire and tall personna set him aside from most normal students. Gabriel had a very regal personna about himself whether it was the way he dressed, dark slacks and a white button up, or perhaps his general mysterious personna, comming off fierce one moment and then entirely polite. These things had a way of confusing normal youths.
Today was not too different still he was plotting, still decisivly aiming towards the next goal to feed his ambitious pride. He didn't even stop to notice those looking lost in his way. A few troubled gang members strolled around beating the weak out of their hard earned goods. Gabriel looked down in disgust, pitying them.
A pale man with a shaved head began creeping up behind a tanned middle-eastern kid. He'd seen enough. The calm strides of Gabriel would look to be any other student walking down the halls at this moment but surely it would be different. Gabriel snatched the youth up in a vicelike clamp around his throat lifting him up in the same motion.
"Get lost...." He said in a dark voice tossing him aside and back.
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Post by James Tariq Al-Mansour on Aug 28, 2009 4:33:49 GMT -8
James turned when he heard some commotion behind him, wow fifteen minutes into this school and already someone is being tossed in front of him. Looks like his first impression about the school was wrong.
James turned to the student who had just tossed the baldy away, he looked too old to be a student here, and too young to be a teacher. Maybe an old looking senior? James put that thought aside.
"what was that all about?"
James felt like someone was following him earlier but he figured it was just another student trying to find their way to class. Plus he just wanted to get to his locker avoiding trouble.
((OOC: sorry about the crap post.))
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Post by Gabriel Seran on Aug 29, 2009 14:42:05 GMT -8
Gabriel didn't turn completely around, there was no way to be sure whether the punk whom was thrown aside would have come back for another strike or not. Judging by the look of the kid chances are he'd hit when Gabriel's attention had shifted.
"What do you mean? You obviously don't understand that you need to keep your guard up.." Gabriel snarled at the kid aggresively as his eyes wandered down to get a first real glimpse of him.
The instant he would the kid as expected made a move however this was a bit more surprising than he had in mind. The punk ran off in the opposite direction, completly baffling Gabriel in that one instant making it look as though he'd been the bully. A brow cocked and Gabriel felt a twinge of guilt. Was he loosing his grip on reality, was narcissism tearing his morals apart. His fist flinched slightly not acknowledging the kid at his side again, it was as if the one thought had completly taken over.
(ooc:yea no big kinda trying to regain my own muse..)
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Post by James Tariq Al-Mansour on Aug 30, 2009 9:29:37 GMT -8
James shrugged as he saw his would be assailant flee. James was never the paranoid or worried type, he figured he could fight his way out of most situations, he wasn't being cocky just lazy. the guy looked agitated, James put his right hand on the seniors shoulder.
"Dude, as much as I appreciate the help back there; I think you should calm down."
What a way to start off a first day, already he someone tried to jump him and he met a student who seems to be having some issues. Yup, looks like the school is living up to it's reputation.
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Post by Gabriel Seran on Aug 30, 2009 13:40:49 GMT -8
His gaze narrowed on the boy. Perhaps he was right, he had been showing signs of increasing aggressive behavior. It was odd now looking at it how he'd always been more of a calm personna and now being humbled by a younger student. Damn if he wasn't so stubborn he'd probably apologize, but once again he was stubborn.
"Hmph... Back off kid I don't need your advice." Gabriel shrugged the palm off turning away as he gave the cold shoulder in a very disrespectful manor.
He began walking once again down the hallway leaving the kid to his own business whether he decide to follow or not it was indeed his own choice. But once again being new to the school was indeed risking the dangers of it once more. And as we're taut from birth there is saftey in numbers
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Post by James Tariq Al-Mansour on Aug 31, 2009 5:00:45 GMT -8
James watched the student walk away, at first he though he would let him go and cool off or something. But then he remembered that he was lost in this school with an annoying bag over his shoulder, that he wanted to get rid of. The Arab followed the other student until he walking beside him.
" Fine, you don't need my advice but I need our help. I have no idea where I'm going, I need to find my locker and my classes, can you help me out?"
James was ready incase this guy wasn't in the mood to help out some stupid new kid and prepared for a violent out lash, the senior seemed to be fond of those outbursts.
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Post by Gabriel Seran on Aug 31, 2009 14:52:17 GMT -8
Gabriel turned flashing a bitter smile. To add insult to injury, the kid was now seeking help from him, Gabriel had seen better days even new students knew a level of respect was in order but the attitude was pressing his patience. It was as though the boy had thought himself out to be tough shit standing out with the prevolent amount of sarcasm.
"Hmph... well I could help... provided of course you are able to cross that yard without getting jumped," Gabriel revealed the gleaming smile.
It was in all intentions meant to be a trial of strength to some extent. Though the time hadn't called for it yet Gabriel needed to resurrect the Black Knights. And from what he remembered the majority of his gang was made up of new found students. Then again he could always just beat them into slavery the way he'd considered once or twice within the walls of Moral Crest.
"Unless of course you need help that is.." Gabriel chuckled pointing the way across the yard where it had been split up into multiple gangs.
The Militia members at one side, the Reapers on another. There was still the remnants of the Shadow Knights there as well but considering Valekins absence their numbers had all but dissappeared.
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