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Post by Katsuri Katashi on Sept 12, 2009 10:19:41 GMT -8
That large twenty-one year old decided it would be a good day to check in on 259, what with it being the place he would be calling work once he got his degree. You see believe it or not, that massive male was in college to become a History teacher, having long since enjoyed everything related to the subject. The specifics of his degree required general knowledge of the past, but he was focusing on ancient cultures, which meant the kiddies would get him in their first and possibly third years, as in most cases second and fourth years were reserved for the countries history instead.
He already dressed the part, at least, for the most part. A large suit jacket clung loosely to that male, black with faint pin-striping, with a set of matching slacks belted to his body by a massive leather belt that had a rather odd belt buckle for one like him, at that a five pounder, a large glass heart. Underneath that jacket you'd have seen something that should have set one at little on unease, a bullet proof vest, made to take the impact of ballistics well over the legal range and still keep coming.
Like wise, a set of black leather gloves clung to his hands, fingerless allowing him a nice tight grip when needed. Under that bullet proof vest there was nothing else, where there usually would have been a white button up. The thing about this was, due to his massive size, ballistics protection could be manufactured far more intricately with less trouble, allowing him to bend and move like it was a second skin, like wise it cost a whole lot more as well.
The eight foot tall monstrosity had just entered the front doors, making sure to duck slightly to avoid grazing the door frame as he entered, and when back upright he would have merely allowed a hand to come up and run through those brown dyed locks, straightening them out. It was as busy as always, but for the most part people just moved out of his way.
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Post by Vespyr on Sept 12, 2009 21:07:00 GMT -8
The sun blazed down from the heavens with malicious intent, its inescapable heat penetrating every corner and crevasse of campus. Even where Vespyr stood in the shade, the stifling hot air lingered like a pestilence; in her lungs it was acrid and dry, and to the surface of her violet eyes it was like a hot iron... Her hand was raised to her brow, fingers trailing across the bridge of her nose while her slender form was slumped against the wall. The summer had a way of attenuating her energy like a voracious leech, sapping at her strength to even stand. In this way she had learned to be most effecient in her hunt, as a lioness hidden in the tall grasses of the Sahara, watching with a keen eye from afar until her prey was within reach.
Presently her goal was to replace the few textbooks that had been rigorously sacrificed to the ever-dwindling campfire she attempted to nurture in the barren space of her home. On a day like this with nothing better to do, the bibliophile kept herself busy by stocking up on her favourite things.
When her eyes fell upon an exceptionally tall male walking in her direction, and she shrunk deeper into the shadows with presentiment. A teacher, she concluded from his more-than-casual garb and air of confidence. Confrontation with staff wasn't desirable; she wasn't a student, and didn't belong with the rest of the white sheep in the flock.
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Post by Katsuri Katashi on Sept 15, 2009 13:09:24 GMT -8
Usually, he would have picked a fight to test out the latest crop.. but today he just was not feeling it, those hands of his nestled deep in pockets and hidden away. The common riff raff did not bother him, it was one of the many benefits of being as large as he was, as the size alone meant that people whom were only picking on people to stroke their egos would not mess with you.
It was the crazy ones you had to watch out for when you were this big, as they loved to challenge people whom seemed like they would rip them apart.. what was it called? Right. Masochism.
The large man licked lips over, removing the chapped portions with a simple bite down of teeth on said areas, and then the disappearance of flesh from it. It was probably why his lips were more full red rather then pink as he kept them cleaned up and all that jazz, but the extra flesh was always gone.
Someone moved, and not in the normal way these confidence filled teens seemed to enjoy, it slunk further into the darkness away from people. Brow cocked up at that and he grinned. He was not a teacher here, at least, not yet, so it was none of his concern rather these kids played nice or not, but he was always interested in how they acted, as he would have to eventually keep track of the mindset when he did begin work here.
He slowly approached the girl, as if he were trying to make it seem like he was going to walk right past her, but that soon dropped as he was right near her.
"Mm.. you know.. its better to play with the rest of the sheep then to stand out. "
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Post by Vespyr on Sept 16, 2009 16:53:19 GMT -8
Vespyr held her breath in trepidation as the towering figure she had been watching suddenly turned to face her. Shit.... run?
The girl was prepared to flee if necessary. Her teeth clenched as he stopped, her wide eyes met his, and she was suddenly struck tharn like a rabbit in headlights. Rabbit? No, sheep. No, not sheep. I'm not a sheep. Her thoughts tumbled over eachother like children scrabbling for the best toy on the playground. However, with a quick clenching of her fist and a wince of pain, her the fragments set themselves back in line like soldiers before their commander. Back to the moment, now!
Her eyes shifted, calmer now, focusing briefly on the passing hordes of students that flowed in the background, their voices all slurred together into a dull roar. All with lives and interests of their own, something that Vespyr had no care to be a part of.
"I'd rather not be part of the herd, thank you. I'm not the social type." she said quietly, simply, her visage grave, hoping the giant would take her humble answer and be satisfied with it. |
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Post by Katsuri Katashi on Sept 16, 2009 17:01:25 GMT -8
"Not the social type.."
This got a rather loud sigh from the male as he shook his head a bit, obviously displeased with her response, which got him looming a little closer this time, smiling blankly at her.. it was not the sort of heart warming smile either, it should have caused those little hairs on the back of her neck, the warning to her that predator was glaring at prey.
"A herd is not about social communication hun... a herd is about protection. Nothing more. "
Ask yourself. If you sought an easy meal, do you charge at the solitary beast, or leap into the herd and fight your way to your chosen meal? If you said you leap into the pack, then you are an idiot, and should not procreate. Ever.
None the less, this large males smile slowly shifted to a more suiting grin as he looked her over for a moment. Petite, but not overtly tiny as some of the women he had seen roaming the halls today, a good thing given his size most people were tiny.
He arched himself back to his full height and glared down at her with dull listless eyes, not really caring for the predator mentality, but more so that he was just prey that predators had an extremely hard time dealing with. You know, like an annoying ass porcupine, it'd mess you up if you just tried to chomp down on it.
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Post by Vespyr on Sept 16, 2009 17:18:47 GMT -8
The femme's violet eyes narrowed cynically as he spoke. She leaned forward slightly, an obvious sign that she was not intimidated by him; Rarely was she intimidated by anyone, but merely caught off-guard, but that she could easily recover from. Her eyes bored into his in such a way to show that she was dauntless, and not easily swayed.
"Then joining the herd is arbitrary, I need no protection, not here anyhow. And I get along just fine by myself." she growled, becoming aggravated. Why did people always feel like they had to be with more of their own kind? Why did they clump together so, like the annoying little clots of ants that stumbled aimlessly over your skin until you slap them away? Vespyr had never seen any merit in this apparently much-needed social communication. The only thing she had seen it accomplish was segregation; people group themselves together for too long, they being developing a way of thinking that was particular to them and had a hard time dealing with anything less than their personal standards.
Vespyr had been alone since she was abandoned at the age of six, had survived with little damage, and had no need for a flock to desperately tag along with. Her solitary existance had allowed her to stand outside the snowglobe of society, looking in on all the people swirling around whichever way the flow urged them to... better to be a pariah, independant and free of social ties, than to be tapped in a sort of cage that was the school.
School. It was such an unnatural concept, to force so many young, impressionable people together... She would have none of it. |
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Post by Katsuri Katashi on Sept 16, 2009 17:30:06 GMT -8
"Is that so?... would you be willing to say bet your life on it?"
He asked this of course theoretical at the time, but with each passing moment did he slip a little further into his thought process, and as he reeled back, he also took into account the fact that she did not back up either. Interesting little toy she was.
Of course, now Katsuri was interested in testing the skills this girl decided would allow her to stay away from the herd that were the rest of the schools population. Either way, he did not give her a chance to respond, merely tried to grab her up by the neck and clamp it there, not to harm her, but perhaps to put a little realization into that brain of what he was saying.
"You see.. here is the thing.. with my suit and size, you may think I am a teacher, and you'd be partially right, as I plan on working here, but you need to realize something else.. I was once a student, and as a student I have witnessed power that I am not even yet capable of. "
He smirked at her at this point, but it was short lived as it disappeared and he was left emotionless, staring at her, wondering if she would suck in what he had just said and spew out some non-sense once more. He had been looking for pupils though...hmm.
"I will give you this much.. you have spirit enough to stay as you are, its not every day an eight foot man is bearing down on you.. maybe I could use that, and maybe it could benefit you."
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Post by Vespyr on Sept 16, 2009 17:51:22 GMT -8
A growl came from Vespyr's throat as the man's huge paw closed around her neck, baring her sharp teeth slightly with anger. Mounting anger from being messed with, from being told what to do, growing fury from men always thinking they knew what was best. Her first urge was to grasp his wrist in her clawed hand, but after some logic kicked in, she saw that it would not get anywhere. Besides, she could close both her paws around his arm and still not cover its circumference, or so it seemed.
An offensive, fuming glare would suffice. She couldn't quite tell what the man was getting at, his words did run circles in her head, but she could tell he didn't intend to hurt her.
"Fuck off." she said through gritted teeth, her voice a low hiss, laced with bitterness. He may have been eight foot, but he could have been merely three and she would have felt the same way. People, no matter how tall nor what experiences they had, were divided into two categories in her mind: fresh meat, and those to be avoided. This one obviously wasn't a candidate for mutilation. Vespyr was wise enough to know he wasn't worth the struggle. So she may have been two-sided, but she had her reasons and she lived on instinct... And he obviously didn't understand her motivations or her thoughts; how could he? After all, he had assumed she was a student here, which she was far from being so. |
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Post by Katsuri Katashi on Sept 17, 2009 6:47:39 GMT -8
Hearing the growl his brow just stayed kicked up where it had been before. Something about that had set him off though, as he got extremely close, and flashed the sort of grin that indicated a person was less then stable.. at the moment he was considering what she would do if he sunk those large teeth of his into her cute little cheek and chomped down and ripped off a hunk.
Hm. Now he was hungry. Ah well, he'd have to go get something to eat after this.. for now he just tightened his grip a little more at her comment to fuck off, eyes narrowing slightly as he stared at her.. then he considered the fact that snapping her neck would probably bring nothing but a headache and very very minor enjoyment. He let go of her and smirked.
"A smart assed mouth to boot. "
A comment to her comment of course, but it got nothing but a wave of his hand in the air as if throwing it off and shrugged those large shoulders just once and quite quick at that. As for assuming she was a student? Well, what was he supposed to assume? That she was the school's principal? She was obviously on the younger side.. or at least looked it, and she was out here around the other children. If one were to assume any less then they were an idiot.
"I'd suggest you learn to watch it though.. some people may decide to snap your jaw instead. "
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Post by Vespyr on Sept 19, 2009 19:15:08 GMT -8
Vespyr's shoulder's hunched defensively as she was let go, glaring hatefully toward the tall being like a cornered cat with its fur fluffed up and its sharp fangs barren in contempt. It is said that once animals are intimidated or aggressed, their eyes lock into their enemy's and never, ever, look away. The girl wasn't any different; the disdainful lilac orbs were like that of a statue, focused solely on her foe, judging nd weighing his every sound and movement. She was indeed, very much like a beast, with a predatory glint in her eyes. Instinct was her guiding force, it had been her idol, her protector, her savior, and the only thing to be trusted.
Common sense was her aide, logical intuition being juxtapose to instinct of course. The two went hand-in-hand. It was obvious now that the giant had no means to harm her, he had simply issued a warning, one that fell useless like an unwanted toy in the cluttered mess of her mind. No shit, some people wouldn't mind hurting her; she knew this already because many had tried, several had succeeded, but most had failed. If Vespyr felt threatened, there was no doubt her aggressor would regret it, for often she went underestimated. What could a naive little girl possibly do to defend herself, she's all alone and looks so weak... how pathetic...
But any individual with those thoughts in mind soon found the tables turned, in a dark alley somewhere with nothing to scream to but the unforgiving shadow of death. Perverted, sick urges, mindless self-indulgence, sudden shock and terror, horrified regret, blackness. (Or a light in the distance for those religious types.)
"No thanks for the warning, I think I'm aware of the consequences of my actions." the femme said fluidly, her voice snake-like and serreptitious, acid tongue deviously at work behind the moon-pale and enrapturous face. Those eyes, those teeth, those black cherry lips, they were like a trap to ensnare the weak-hearted in unbreakable spindles of fear. She did not answer to fear itself, she refused to bow down to the weak human emotion; and there was no way she'd take the words of a stranger to follow.
(ooc/ current muse: over 9000! >_> lmao.) |
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Post by Katsuri Katashi on Sept 19, 2009 19:35:24 GMT -8
The game they were toying at was a very dangerous one, as sanity was line thin for most, and for Katsuri it was nearly non-existent. Yet this girl, a child no less, lost in her own delusions of what would be fine to say and do, especially around one of such size and weight as to crush her little wind pipe with the slightest of ease. Meant no harm? The behemoth meant no harm merely because the nuisance of dealing with paper work and police aftermath was not worth the joy that came about from letting those nails dig ever so slowly into flesh, ripping little hunks of skin into them and letting that blood slowly flow, all the while her little eyes would bulge up as she tried to suck in air and met nothing but a black void incapable of flexing to get what she so needed.
The terror in someones eyes as they slowly lost consciousness and all the good oxygen was used up in their body was a delightful thing to watch. Here he was considering her showing the pleasure he had endured numerous times in the past, and all it would take was for him to turn around, his body close to hers yet again, that hand hovering up, and then she would have seen it snap.
The snide comments. He had heard quite enough of them. She'd have felt his thumb pressing into her trachea, the pressure minuscule at first, but the finger nails clenching into the flesh around that fragile little airway were not, attempting to draw blood in their force. Then he grinned at her and pressed his thumb into her as well, trying to clamp that pathway closed. Instantly, unless she would have stopped it, blood would have began to pool in the veins around her throat as they were constricted from their source. Air would have been near impossible to get into her body.
The large male would have stepped into her a little as he did this, dragging her back roughly up a locker he slammed her into in attempt to shred the clothing on the back against the rough surfaces that riddled the thing. Assumptions were a fickle thing, as on one hand they allowed you to go on with your life.. but they often led to the wrong decision, and this one would have been a wrong decision, as that girl was brought up slowly towards his face so he could look at her.
Knowing the reflex common to all people, and that was to grab the hand, attempting to remove the invader so she could suck in that putrid air that hovered around these halls, full of the muck, stench, and sweat of hundreds upon hundreds of worthless teenager.. This girl seemed to be another one, nothing but a statistic.. was that what she was going to become? By now unless she had found some sort of freedom she would have truly began feeling the effects of the choke hold, vision starting to blur as her brain was trying its hardest to gather up all the oxygen in the body, and by doing so her arms would have become weaker and weaker.
A feeling of worthlessness.. that was the next thing to do. The feeling that you could no even save yourself from the fate in front of you, it was delicious. The last thing to come would be those involuntary tears as the pressure became so great. He could have crushed her windpipe and left her there unable to move.. or for that matter, live without immediate medical help.. but he was waiting on that salty liquid to well up in her eyes, and no sooner then one had fallen would he lean in, lick it from her face, and toss her off to the side, allowing her airflow to resume.
"Do not patronize those whom you do not know. It will only bring pain and suffering. "
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Post by Vespyr on Sept 19, 2009 20:38:48 GMT -8
Here it came again, the hand that enclosed her small throat in its mass. But this time, there was the intent of harm. A chain-reaction of sorts would take place, as Vespyr's air supply was removed, defensive rage springing from its stall like a racing hound. Her arm tensed, clawed fingers curled, and in an instant she would have struck at her foe's eyes with a frightening ferocity. She would watch furiously as blood welled up in the oriface of either one or both of his orbs, the warm crimson fluid staining beneath her fingernails with the gelatinous flesh of the eye that was buried there.
Her face grew hot as the moments of suffocation elapsed, but she would persistantly glare wide-eyed at the man. Perhaps we would reel, releasing her with a string of agonized cries and curses, perhaps not. Everyone was different in their expressions of pain. Either way, the fear did not find a place to settle in her mind; someone had taken it from her, someone to whom she still owed a great debt of gratitude. Vespyr was broken, in a way, pieces of her humanity left behind and forgotten on the harsh road that was her life. Fear had been one of them, evicted without regret, for regret had lost its home too, along with many other things. |
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Post by Katsuri Katashi on Sept 19, 2009 20:52:45 GMT -8
The problem would have been if the boy had let her get his eyes, his reflex would have been to jam his thumb into her throat and puncture the thing with flesh still intact and then drop her, leaving her limp, able to live without his eyes, but her on the other hand would die quite quickly. So it was best that he jerked his head back when she tried and slammed her into the locker harshly. Now staying just out of reach of her hands, squeezing still, as even if she would flail about he was intent on exerting his dominance on her now.
"Tsk tsk tsk. Naughty kitty."
He had no plans on killing the poor girl, but he did want to push her close to the edge so that she could realize the fainting feeling that came with it. He remembered his, that out of body feeling as he slowly floated away, all sounds slowly dropping as only his own heartbeat was what he could recognize.. slowing.. slowing.. stopping. He had nearly died, but being brought back from such a thing was a harrowing experience as you would well imagine.
He clamped down.. for what would have seemed an eternity, a rather loud snarl coming from the man as if he were a rabid animal. Only when he watched her fading, and felt that steady thrum of her heartbeat against his fingertips as he gripped her would he hurl her off to the side, letting her regain her breath. Going for the eyes... intelligent, but it also meant she was not some over reacting child either. She was something different. Something with the proper thought process.. and at the same time the stupidity to work in and out of it at the same time. Hmm.
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Post by Vespyr on Sept 21, 2009 15:11:05 GMT -8
Reality now consisted of only fleeting glimpses of the present, the large man's stern visage and the rough growl fading in and out as Vespyr began to lose consciousness. When her strike missed, her hand met only air and continued to fall. They both hung limply at her sides now, twitching slightly as her mind took hectic trips between active and disfunctional. In one moment, she was here; in the next, she felt like she was falling through the air, looking up at the vast cloud-ridden sky as if in a dream, and that she was. Her vision had become blurred, but the memories were clear as day.
She had lost all recollection of her situation, the only thing she had to tell she was alive being the frantic beating of her heart in her throat and in her ears. Her eyes closed, body demilitarized and motionless, and her thoughts slipped away, leaving her mind a vacant room with light and shadows playing drably on the walls, utter silence, then nothing at all. |
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Post by Katsuri Katashi on Sept 22, 2009 17:58:57 GMT -8
"It seems I was a bit too rough with my toys.. mmm.. ah well."
The large man would have scooped the poor girl up and tossed her over his shoulder, heading for the nurse, as after all, he did want to make sure he had not caused permanent damage, and considering he was not a physician and a nurse in this school would need a literal doctorates in several areas to stay a float in this place it was a no brainer. The office was not too far, and when he got there a few kids were already in hospital like beds, laid out, a few with broken bones that had to be treated, most of them bloody and beaten.
It amused him greatly, but thus was life in 259. The girl was set down in one of the chairs and he explained the deal with the nurse. Once it was secured that the girl was not going to deal with long term harm, save for mental debilitation based on the fact he had assaulted her as such. He set the girl down on one of the many many beds that lined this massive place, given it was practically its own wing, he then pulled one of the few armless chairs in the place and settled down into it at the front of the bed, his legs propped up on the end of it, watching her now.
The girl interested him, that was the reason why he hung about.. and hell, why she had been brought here in the first place, as those whom did not flail about with common human emotions were rare and few in between.. most girls would have been stark raving mad and pissing themselves, and yet she held strong even in the lack of breath and nearing her end.
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