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Post by Gabriel Seran on Aug 29, 2009 22:32:10 GMT -8
The warm mornings were an odd feeling, especially being so far from the San Francisco mist. There was a humid temperature still after the cool night's eve. Gabriel wiped his brow clearing the sweat from his face. It was a curiously long walk from his mansion villa to the school but having lost his vehicle to car problems. But in all honesty he didn't mind the walk, again he needed to rejoin his public, he'd been too far off in his world of ambitious goals. The front yard lay but a few meters ahead of him now his strides came to a slow remembering the past within these gates, this school itself had been hard on him. Moral Crest had been just as hard, though in life nothing came easy.
"Hey punk you think this place is equal, no you're wrong," A heavy man pressed back a smaller one to the floor. "Only the strong have any rights now give me the money you owe me!"
Gabriel flinched up half ready to strick but didn't follow through. Something was holding him back, he couldn't be sure but it was his own cowerdice that made him hold the blow.
"Whelp give it to me!" The kid said firing a heavy slap across his face.
That was it. Gabriel shot off down the road siezing the kid up by his throat. A monstrus smile roared from his throat.
"You have no rights!" The dark voice encircled everyone as he threw the kid down firing ten rounds of fists into the kids face. The sound of bones shattering resounded over and over till it was but a puddle of mush.
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Post by Mitsuki Park on Aug 29, 2009 22:49:54 GMT -8
"You have no rights!"
His fist punched the boy's face once, twice, but would never make it a third time. She would grab him roughly by the collar of his coat and yank him harshly away from the young boy, her voice dripping with unhappiness to find that a fight had already ensued. School did not yet even start, and there were bullies beating up the weaker students for money. And then there were those that could kill other students that beat up the weak students - but that made them a hypocrite, and she saw no logic in that. She was surprised to find Gabriel, but that still did not calm the growl that escaped her throat and sneering voice.
Gabriel shouted that the student had no rights. Yeah?
"And neither do you."
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Post by Gabriel Seran on Aug 29, 2009 23:21:54 GMT -8
Gabriel flinched at the sound of her voice. The touch of her grip against his collar wouldn't yield the madening onslaught, merely delay its full thrush. He was yanked back however breathing hard before he dropped roughly to his knees in exasperated breath. Unfortunatly exhausted by the lack of self-control on his part. He'd been bottling eveything in so much the sudden lash was too much for him.
Emerald eyes sought out the bloodied face of the student before him as the younger fellow ran off in tears. It had been a miracle that nothing had come of him. His deep breathing and exhausted fram dropped, hands grazed the floor feeling a new sense of vulnerability. Gabriel had yet to even acknowledge the one who'd yielded his offensive efforts.
The gaze penetrated the floor and looked even beyond the extent of the crust and the globe, lost and distracted from reality.
"What am I doing..." He whispered in a low voice to himself, "...what have I become..."
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Post by Mitsuki Park on Aug 30, 2009 16:42:27 GMT -8
"What am I doing...what have I become..."
Well, that was a question Mitsuki, too, would like an answer for, but figured that there would be no answer until Gabriel found one himself. Who knows him better than himself? His mom, maybe? But in all seriousness, a frown crossed her lips as she watched him stare absently at the ground, muttering to himself as if he unknowingly punched the heavy boy in the face multiple times. She felt a bit of relief now, knowing that he wasn't the school captain, yet at the same time she suddenly felt very tense. She crouched down to his level, hand coming onto his shoulder. He definitely did not seem this crazy when he was fighting her for the title; if he had been that insane, he would have been a more tough opponent for sure.
"Are you okay?" Mitsuki asked, a hint of concern in her voice. Some may have thought of the 'are you okay?' question to be a rather stupid one, but in Mitsuki's case, she honestly didn't know. She was going to ask what had happened, but she didn't think she'd get an answer.
She thought he may have overreacted to the buff male that went running off. Actually, she didn't think. She knew he overreacted. But what triggered him to do such...extreme actions?
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Post by Gabriel Seran on Aug 30, 2009 16:52:16 GMT -8
He shrugged lightly not knowing how to answer. That above all else he didn't know if he could trust her, in all their transactions she'd undermined him and been on the opposite side of the battlefield. Never once allys, even if word had been good on her morals he couldn't know Mitsuki completely unless from his own first hand choices.
"I don't know anymore...." He shook his head standing up once more.
The crimson sting of his knuckles burned as a small layer of blood coated them. A bit of his own also mixed in with the young boy's. Indeed he had over-reacted but in the same sense hadn't he reacted rashly. Securing the innocent, wasn't that the goal.
"I apologize for my actions Captain... I don't know what got into me." Gabriel looked at her a bit dissappointed in himself but in the same action showed little remorse. He was confident in himself and rarely appologized everything he did believed it came to a purpose what he needed to do now was find the end goal. Right now he had nothing...
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Post by Mitsuki Park on Sept 20, 2009 17:24:22 GMT -8
"I don't know anymore...."
She nodded solemnly to his reply, understanding what he meant by truly not knowing his own well-being. Sometimes, that's just how it was. But Mitsuki learned that, with time, answers would be revealed, and hopefully Gabe would find a positive result. However, with answers come questions, in sometimes a never ending battle of playing the game of how much you know yourself. Unfortunate for those that tend to think a lot. Perhaps sometimes ignorance is bliss?
"I apologize for my actions Captain... I don't know what got into me."
She nodded slowly, accepting his apology.
"Follow. Open cuts lead to the possibility of infections," she said, her locker actually very close by. Convenient? Perhaps. Swiftly, she managed to crack the combination of her lock (not that she needed one, pfft..), and she managed to pull out a first AID kit from the top shelf. Actually, she had four, but that's only because Mitsuki really did not like bothering the nurse - not with her injuries, anyway. She decided that if Mitsuki couldn't tend to the wounds herself, then she would visit the nurse's facilities. If she could, then she would stay clear of that room, only because so many other students seemed to get injured and she seemed to be pretty busy...
Mitsuki wasn't a stoic as a girl as she once was. She had concerns for others, though facially, she did not show them. Through her actions, however, she did. There wasn't much one could do with knuckles other than washing and wrapping it with disinfecting liquid and bandages, so that's exactly what she gave him. A small - yet sufficient amount - of alcohol along with two rolls of bandages.
Mitsuki sat on the ground, and expected Gabriel to do the same. A small hand towel was taken from the bottom of her locker - which she should probably restock on - and said one simple word:
"Hands."
She wanted to see them so she could, obviously, tend to them. She was no nurse, but you didn't have to be one to know how to properly bandage others.
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Post by Gabriel Seran on Sept 20, 2009 17:36:27 GMT -8
Gabriel nodded lightly still leaving his eyes on the floor as he followed along behind her almost like a kid being brought to the school principal by a hall monitor. Almost an odd sight to have Gabriel willingly be lead along by any figure of authority, because most certainly that was not within his character, not unless there was a purpose.
"Hands" She said as he had regained his focus noticing Misuki's position on the ground.
He was all too eager to follow slowly dropping his weight onto a placed arm behind him seating slowly. His eyes kept a constant vigal upon her. Strangely enough she was the only one at this school he hadn't pinned in his mind, unpredictable and that fact in itself irritated him.
"Misutki why is it that you are who you are?" he questioned lightly accepting her care gingerly.
He didn't intend to be forward but Gabriel needed to hear the words from her rather than let his subconscious will decide for him and make another wrong move.
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Post by Mitsuki Park on Sept 26, 2009 9:35:42 GMT -8
His question was a difficult one to answer. So vague; a broad statement to where there were hundreds of answers. Thinking it in a biological point of view, Mitsuki could have answered that she just happened to have two 'X' chromosomes. Or, she could say that her environment and the people around her, along with her genes, have shaped her into who she is today. But she figured that wasn't the type of question he was asking; if anything, she suspected it had to do with her title, yet at the same time, he could have taken a whole different route. She was silent for a moment, focusing on his hands for the time being so she wouldn't screw up his wrapping. It would be done so in a fashion where he would still be able to move his fingers, though not as well; there would be some constrictions, but not as much.
"The trials of life are not forgiving," she finally answered, tilting her head up, eyes suddenly matching his. He may not have liked her answer, only because it was sort of like a riddle. She answered his question, but only in a way where he would have to think hard to 'decode' it. Of course, there were also hundreds of ways to interpret what she said.
She would break eye contact with him to place the materials back into her locker.
If you knew Mitsuki, her actions and words were actually quite predictable to a certain extent. Strangers, or simply people she knew - and even friends of hers - found it hard to tell what thoughts were running in her head, and why she did what she did...though her actions are usually always justifiable.
"Gabriel," she started, "Are you that passionate about protecting the weak?"
It was simply a question. His actions earlier today had, actually, surprised her.
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Post by Gabriel Seran on Sept 26, 2009 11:54:49 GMT -8
Gabriel simply nodded at her reply, he knew clear well what it's implications were. 'The trials of life are not forgiving' How very true it was. Gabriel found himself reminded of Moral Crest. He'd done some horrible things all of which he'd accomplished within the best intentions but he'd also saved lives, made them better than ever before. In essence by how far he'd gone to the dark side there was no more violence all of it deemed to be directed at him. He knew the challenges, and even now he was left alone as a black sheep dealing with the mistakes of his past.
"Are you that passionate about protecting the weak?"
The question in itself caught him off guard. He didn't know how to reply first off, not knowing well enough who she was but understanding waht her position entitled her to. He looked up calmly with a sense of duty.
"No," Gabriel started as he massaged the bound hands feeling a bit softer, better even.
"I don't want to protect them, I want them to stand up for themselves and demand equality. No person should ever have to be exposed to this Darwinist way of life." Gabriel would reply dutifully.
It was those words alone he had to stand by. Quite honestly it was the system alone that made Gabriel the monster he was today. And he'd renounce it soon as hesought something new.
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Post by Mitsuki Park on Sept 30, 2009 18:49:52 GMT -8
His answer, although touching, was also as unattainable as it is for one to protect everyone in the building. Though respectable that he thought that way, Mitsuki could not help but think in terms of genetics. Some people were simply born with two left feet (metaphorically speaking). It could be worked on, but the person would still be at a disadvantage. There were plenty of students who chose not to fight, only because then it goes into their permanent record, and decreases their chances of getting into a university of their choice. Then again, the smart students were also part of the Darwinism-theory, were they not? Not only do you have to be strong to stay on top of the chain, but smart. If you had a brain and know how to use it, then one could successfully get out of many situations.
It is unfortunate, however, that there are also situations where one - no matter how smart - can't get out of a situation without being seriously injured.
It might be enough if they all stood up for equality as one body, yet... She mentally shook her head.
"Understandable," Mitsuki replied. She had nothing more to say to him, nothing more to ask, so she would end their conversation here - unless he had something more to say. If he didn't, then she would walk away after saying three simple words.
"Don't get caught."
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Post by Gabriel Seran on Sept 30, 2009 23:14:10 GMT -8
Understandable. A half-assed answer from his perspective, he wanted something more fulfilling something that had given him the earliar expectations. He couldn't be sure but perhaps David's ideology of Mitsuki was misplaced perhaps she would be the best captain afterall. His face tensed up. Fists balled up angrily for a moment.
"Don't get caught."
It was almost as though she'd read his thoughts on the matter. His plans could have all come close here now, if he challenged her and Mitsuki fell to his hands Gabriel could rapidly change the system. Save the people, students everywhere would have their own voice. All silly ideologies and most certainly David would be there waiting to take it on the other end. Gabriel released the tense grip, he wanted to be good but at every turn he needed to do evil to achieve the goals.
"Mitsuki!" Gabriel said before she'd evade him completely, "Please, let me help you.... I know my past isn't perfect but," Gabriel paused for a second waiting for the words to sink into his brain.
What was he doing. He felt stupid and childish begging for a chance. When he could simply take it and claim it his own. But to be good came with a cost, sometimes doing the wrong thing was in aa sense the right thing.
"I am not perfect... I have an idea that can help everyone here and make your job alot easier..."
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