School is. . .crap

[Izzy]

The old man brought him here, so this is where he would go! Whether or not Izzy liked it was another story. He ran a hand through his hot pink hair, it sat in a relaxed fashion just off of his face. The silver band on his middle finger with its blue stone was in stark contrast with his hair. Those thin glossy lips spread into a smile as his dark blue eyes wandered. This place was chaos incarnate. The halls were a mess and it was only the morning, if it was not for the old man he would not be here but none the less here he is.

"I guess this'll do"

The young pink haired pom said as he turned into a classroom trying to find someone to talk to. He was lost, in a place he had never been to before and possibly well in over his head, but this was his life. He was also in a place that was still far better than what he had ever had before. His bright purple sneakers squeaked on the floor as he entered the room coming to a halt. There, in the middle was a kid, who was around ten seconds away from getting a bat to the face as two others held him. Alright then, two choices...hero and friend, or ignore it. Being a person who cant handle ganging up on one obviously weaker Izzy slammed a foot down as he walked forward and shouted.

"Hey shitcunts, wotcher think ya doing!"

That wasn't smart. In a second the boys had forgotten about the smaller one and charged at the more livelier pink haired pom. With in ten seconds Izzy was already seeing stars, a fist had crashed into his stomach, and bat had crashed into his shoulder sending him to the floor. The other guy had bolted, as the bullies pounded on him, smashing his torso with boots and bat. In mere minutes Izzy was coughing up blood and lying on the floor, his white shirt covered in brown foot prints, his ribs aching and his eyes watering. This was a great start to the day. The guys left, taking the money from his wallet and his mp3 player for good measure. Izzy rolled onto his back, his eyes still watering from the pain in his ribs and the pain it was to breath. He gave a coughing, spluttering laugh as he spread his arms. This was not London, these guys didn't fight with boxing, they obviously didn't have ingrown rules of fighting. It was hit when you could hit him. Izzy continued to laugh as he yelled out.

"FUCKING SHIT CUNTS!" Then in a quieter tone "this sucks, i had to play hero!"

[Victor "Break" D'Armond]

Victor was walking through the hallways, his blonde faux hawk bobbing lightly with his big happy go lucky confident stride, he had finally got the layout of this school, and now it was easy for him to really find anything he wanted. as he walked several boys ran past him, one holding a bat, another with a wallet in his hands... gang members? probably, stupid idiots who are picking on the weak? definately

Victor sighed as his arm raised up, gently stopping the boy with the wallet, the others all ran pass.

"So whose wallet is that bro?" Victor asked, in a past life he wouldn't have bothered, he would have just let the boy run off, but Victor was more... involved now, and on top of that he was really in the mood to kick someone's ass

"Whats it to you Douchefag?" the kid yelled with plenty of snark, even though his voice cracked half-way through the question. Victor did like that the kid had the balls to ask that, especially when Victor was clearly so much bigger than him

but if theres anything victor had learned in the Public high school system it was that size doesn't matter...

still, Victor had a good feeling about this one.

his arm which was still pressed lightly against the boys chest now wrapped around the kid, spinning him, and drawing him in, Victor's left arm came up to join his right in a suplex, Victor bent backwards swiftly, lifting the kid off the floor and headfirst into the ground behind both of them. Victor let go, standing back up and turning to see the boy on the floor getting up. why are the kids at this school always so strong?

The kid Kicked at victor, hitting him in the thigh. Victor's arm locked down on the boys foot, holding it against his thigh, and launched his arm down into the kids knee-cap, there was a sickening snap sound.

"Don't cry, it just adds character" Victor said with a little smile.

as he let the kid crumple to the floor Victor bent over and picked up the guys wallet, as he came up he saw that the rest of the boys came back to see what had happened.

Victor sighed, this was really gonna get annoying really fast...

his deep blue eyes looked into those of the other boys. "hey guys, what's up?" He'd ask with a huge smile, as if nothing was wrong and they had all been friends for years.

"Dude, what the fuck did you do to him?" one of the boys, the one with the baseball bat asked.

"Dude... I don't know what the fuck you're talking about" Victor said, shaking his head with sass, rather humorously.

"fuck you asshole" was all the kid managed to say back

"Hey, I don't judge, but I really rather prefer women" Victor said with a little laugh, humor sparking in his eyes, and his big smile.

The kids all glanced at each other, not sure what to do

"Hey guys, this is really riveting, like seriously, but I'm gonna go jack off now, see ya later" he would say, walking away from the kid who had passed out in pain on the floor, away from the confused and startled boys in the opening to the hallway.

"Super bro to the rescue..." victor whispered under his breath.

at the other end of the hallways he spotted some kid with pink hair, all wrapped up and beaten looking, Victor walked over with a big smile, sitting down next to him, his blue eyes gleaming toward this boy, gotta love the pink.

"Hey bro... you doing okay?" Victor asked, lightly placing the wallet down next to the boy, chances are it was his...

[Izzy]

Izzy twisted his head slowly, his dark blue eyes looking at the large boy now sitting next to him. He gave a small coughing laugh, wincing in pain, his left eye still teary. His chest heaved as his lungs tried to get the air into his lungs. This was painful. Izzy gave a pained smile before speaking.

"Should be sweet... maybe... once i can stand haha!"

Izzy ran his hand across his mouth, getting rid of the small spattering of blood that had come out when one particularly hard kick had hit him in the stomach. The pink haired boy pushed himself up into a sitting a position, wincing the whole while. With a gasping of air looked at the bright eyes of the one next to him, then at the wallet. It was his. With a quick movement for a guy with now well bruised ribs, Izzy grabbed it and opened it checking to see if his money was there. It was.

"So... I take it that it was you who got it back for me?"

Izzy gave him a bit of a queer stare, not used to getting things back once they were lost since he never really had anything to begin with. Now, he felt awkward. Izzy looked away, running his hand across his face and avoiding the guys eyes. This was a bad first day.

"Aaah this sucks~"

[Victor "Break" D'Armond]

Victor only smiled wider as the kid sat up and took his wallet back, he just nodded when the kid asked if he had been the one who got it back for him, he really didn't think it was that big of a deal, but he couldn't help smiling.

Victor gave a little humored sigh, his eyes full of good spirits. "Its cool man, if it makes you feel better, I had the shit beaten out of me my first day, and pretty much every day since, there are some really tough kids here... pretty soon you'll learn to defend yourself" Victor offered as condolence, hopefully the kid would take it with good humor.

Victor reached his hand out to shake "The names Victor, its nice to meet you" Victor said, his signature giant grin coming to his face.

[Grav]

grav was walking down the hall whistling a tune when his little buddy james came running up to him. he was a frail little thing but perfect for having as a little sidkick.

james proceeded to explain that he was about to get the crap beaten out of him by some hoodlums. yes james called them hoodlums. when a boy with pink hair drew their attention away and they took it out on him.

grav was not happy about this. he didnt like that they were beating up his little buddy, he also didnt like that they were beating up his little buddies savior. so grav took off in the direction of the class room.

he ran down the hall, and on his way noticed a boy with pink hair and a bro looking kid sitting in the hall. he ran passed them then realized that must have been the savior. he backtracked and knelt beside the two.

"hey buddy you alright? its to my understanding that you saved meh little friend from certain danger. can i do something to help you out? perhaps beat the living snot outa them?"

grav smiled at them and then realized

"i forgot to introduce myslef! where are my manners, my name is caleb le beau, most call me grav. and you two are?"

[Izzy]

Izzy instantly rocked his head back and laughed loudly, his somewhat girlish tones kicking in untile he realised how much of an idiot he was. His arms wrapped around his ribs, his eyes watered again as he winced in pain. A smile still on his face though. He flashed him a pearly smile before beginning to feel sorry for himself again. This sucked, America was a hard place to live in. School was worse. He ran a hand through his hair holding it back off his face smiling again.

"The names Iziah, but people call me Izzy. Im kinda new to schools in general haha!"

Izzy dropped to his back again, his ribs still exploding in pain. He was happy enough that his face wasn't touched, then he would be an emo for a bit. His hair splayed out behind his head, as the new boy came running along. Jabbering and spinning off words of incredibly fast. Izzy smiled still and nodded it was he who got reemed for helping. He did not need a reminder at all. He licked his lips, they were a bit dry.

"Grav slow down... Im Izzy... so he is yours then?"

Izzy said, with a slightly dry voice, his throbbing head making him a little less enthusiastic about the praise. But he smiled none the less. His dark blue eyes were still a little timid in form, his lips still parted trying to force breath out. He wouldn't feel so sorry for himself if he actually fought back, but no, he didn't react in time. How lame.

"Ahh~ im such a loser ha ha!"

This time he did not wince with laughter.

[Victor "Break" D'Armond]

When grav ran up victor realized now that he was siting in the middle of the hallway with the pink haired boy, but then again Victor never cared for what others thought, and this Grav fellow certainly didn't seem to mind. Victor patted the ground next to him, inviting Grav to sit and join them.

"Nice to meet you Caleb" Victor said, his slightly italian accent mangling the french quality of his name. choosing to call the boy by his real name, Victor remmebered when everyone stopped calling him break and started calling him Victor, he actually had really quite prefered that. he held a hand out to shake, a long with his big friendly smile "I'm Victor" he finished easily, his rich deep voice having a certain calming effect. Victor liked this kids name, it was french like his own last name, and Victor loved the new orleans accent, there was a certain jazzy quality to it.

Victor then turned back to the pink haired boy.

Victor just shook his head as the kid said that he was a loser again. "Well, with that attitude things aren't really going to get any better... think on the bright side, at least you had the balls to even call those kids out, that takes spirit bro" Victor said with a laugh

[Grav]

grav learned that the two boys were izzy and victor. the pink haired boy being izzy and the other ..... well yeah. he took victors offer of a seat and a handshake. its funny how things like getting the snot beaten out of you can make friends. it was quite a strange occurrence bit grav didnt care. he noticed that victor was calling him caleb. nobody really called him caleb since the circus. and even then the only ones that did were remey and caroline. hm. not sure how it made him feel. but he didnt mind it.

after hearing izzy mention that he was a loser grav laughed. victor had a good point. big ass balls are respected in this school. at least thats what grav had experienced so far.

"victors right. it takes balls and it takes some pretty incredible humanity to stand up for another in this school. you should consider yourself a hero friend."

grav smirked. he offered a piece of gum to izzy and victor.

"want a piece?"

grav pulled one out for himself. he didnt have a toothpick this time. just gum. it pleased him.

"so how hurt are you? i wouldnt feel right just sitting here and not finding you some medical attention if you needed it."

[Izzy]

[OoC - Sorry for the late reply...only have access to net rarely for another few days, thursday i buy my own...new place and everything. Haha ]

"Balls eh? Id say lack of brains, its my specialty!"

Izzy gave another wince but still smiled, these guys were good. Fortunately but the others, were no good, pieces of trash. Izzy began to cough pretty hectically when Grav asked how he was, this was a simple signal that he was not ok. He doubled up, his face buried in the crook of his elbow as he hocked up a lung. His eyes were watering in pain again just before they stopped. He looked up at them and smiled meekly.

"Yeah I am good, just bruised up... need rest though!"

His voice was a little weak now, the coughing fit had nearly made him black out which was surprising enough. He raised an arm, a sign for help as he looked at the two boys. He needed to get out of this hallway.

"can we...uh...go some where more comfy?"

He gave another weak smile, he was putting alot of bluff up right now, he was sore as fuck, laboring to breath and incredibly faint. He just wanted to sleep, but no time now, he needed to look somewhat strong.

[Victor "Break" D'Armond]

Victor sprung to his feet with a little bounce, feeling right as rain, he grabbed Izzy's outstretched hand and would pull him up spiritedly, though gently and smile.

"Well hey, nurses office is just the next building over if you wanna stop by there... you seem like you took a pretty good trouncing." Victor remarked, not trying to be rude, only stating that it would probably be a good idea.

If Izzy would let him he would try to help Izzy walk, going toward the direction of the nurses office.

[Grav]

grav was a little concerned for izzy. he didnt want this man to be hurt. and now he isnt a boy. hes a man. because in this school, the boys are the ones that run scared in the face of danger, weather or not it is danger towards them or others, and the men are the ones that run towards it head on and put others in front of themselves. izzy was most definately a man.

when victor offered his help in walking izzy to the nurses office, grav stood up. he was going to help izzy up and if victor took one arm to help him walk, grav would take the other.

"yeah lets get you to the nurses. at least get your cuts all cleaned out"

[Izzy]

OK! Standing up sucks. Grav and Vic grabbed his arms, reefing him up trying to be gentle but failing miserably. He got to his feet, his left knee nearly buckling under the strain. He grabbed hold of Grav's forearm tightly before stabilizing himself. His head was spinning his ribs felt like hot fire and he was weakened great state to be in, he looked at the two boys and laughed.

"So shall we make our way to a bed...cos standing is more than enough effort from me!"

His smile was large, his pink hair sitting off of his face which was great. His dark blue eyes were friendly, but hard behind them. He licked his dry lips as he began to move forward. Rather tentatively. His breathing was labored but he wanted to do this himself. Hopefully it would not be catastrophic.

"So which way is it again?"

Izzy asked, as he headed in the wrong direction, his left hand in his pocket, just a habit that was all. He ran his right hand through his hair, tousling it about with pain. Everything seemed to hurt because of his ribs. God this was a great first impression of school.