"Let Us Begin..." (Jiro/Open)

["Unfettered"]

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Addie Balfour posts first.

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Approximately Three Months Preceding Onward...

"So zen. Preparations?"

"Sir. Tended to..."

"...Hehe. We're really going through with this, huh? Sure you want to do it so soon?"

"Zis is part of ze reason vy I went to Italy."

"Yep. And preparations are about 48% done---Didn't expect that, huh?"

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...Frustrations leaked through as the German sat alone on the toilet seat. Wife beater soaked with sweat, right hand between his legs, left hand holding up a copy of Maxim with a few of the pages propped open. The small stall was filled with the scent of sweat, fish, and human waste. Still, the German had already stopped caring weeks ago.

His mouth was slack as his teeth bit lightly onto his lower lip, his right eye slightly hidden behind the eyelid as he viewed the pictures with obvious lust. Quickly working over his lengths in an almost violent manner, he quietly breathed in as he began to shudder under the brief moment of release, feet quaking beneath him.

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Slowly raising his hand up to his eyes, he looked at what he'd done with an almost bored, tired expression on his face, stretching the still threaded fluids between his fingers and pushing them back together.

Sighing, he dropped the magazine abruptly before reaching over for the toilet paper to wipe it off and flush it away.

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"You realize how many casualties we'll take, right?"

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"This is insane."

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"Well, its not like we have anything else better to do with our time, yeah?"

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"Unfettered" sat about on his back of the cracked school pillar.

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"Hey, Boss... cards?"

"Vy not?"

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The German down the central school hallway with Thomas and Tai on his tail, in a V-formation, while Sarah began working the eastern corridor with Michael and Lance.

A grin bore down on "Unfettered's" face as he pulled out "Ambition"...

"COME! JUST TO ZE OTHER SIDE!"

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"Sir. We've managed to accumulate approximately 83% of the Public High School #259ers from Public High School #42."

"On vat bearingz? Vat statistics?"

"Sir... we've attacked the Attendance Office and done just as you suggested."

"...Gut. But 83% is still too low. All must be accounted for."

"You realize that not all are going willingly, correct?"

"..."

"...You understand what we're risking and for what?"

"..."

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"Ja."

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There was a blast of wind as the German's car stopped in the middle... the others were proceeding to circle in and throughout the school. Open war, open attack on Public High School #42... and out rolled "Unfettered"---Bruised up, hurt, but still smiling as his comrades quickly got out of their vehicles to assume their positions to cover him.

"Come on... just a few more. Ve're almost done..."

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Crumpled, dried up tissues overflowed from the basket as the German sat on the toilet seat, leaning back. With every breath, "Unfettered's" chest heaved up and down as he worked harder and harder... staring up at the blinding light bulb just above him. So much shit, so much to do, so much to concentrate on...

...No time for distractions.

Quivering out, he looked at his hand, face red and out of breath.

...

...Still just so much, possibly more then the past few weeks...

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"Done."

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"...Truly?"

"Our reserves are low, food is a constant problem...---Mike and Louis both managed to secure all necessary transports. We're ready to leave in a few days after we're done outfitting the boats and buses."

"..."

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The Week Prior To Three Days...

"BEGINNING! OPERATION CUTTING BOARD!"

"LAUNCH!"

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As the large army of buses escorted by approximately three dozen other vehicles and partial amounts of bikes split off on the 5 to the 80 with half of the numbers, three large boats had shipped off from the port, just as planned. "Unfettered" slept in the truck, his head leaned against the window while Tai drove him. Peaceful beginnings, but considering what had been done...

...The number of those who were bound and gagged versus those who were just sitting normally in all of those buses...

...Gah. The German turned restlessly in his sleep.

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*"BOSS, WAKE UP! A CONTINGENT IS MOBILIZING ON THE LEFT FLANK!"*

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Hours. Hours and hours of driving. The German was standing in the back of the truck, hammer sheathed to his back, his "Ambition" ready in hand, as he surveyed the view.

They'd lost a bus.

They'd lost a bus.

Maybe more. Probably more.

More.

*"Sir, blockade spotted in front of us---again."*

*"Slow down ze buses... Mobilize the customized Corvette's to the front. Ve vill break through..."*

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God, he needed to choke the chicken badly...

*"63% of our forces remain! It appears as though the western contingent of our forces are making it through with relatively no resistance!"*

*"Report from the Pacific?"*

*"Sorry, boss. No word from them still."*

*"Dammi---Ze police are coming again! Transition into a triple-line! Motorcycles on the sides!"*

*"THEY'VE GOT S.U.V.'S! COMING UP OUR ASSES TO THE RIGHT-BACK!"*

*"Stay calm. Shift ze decoy, have it lead out with the front-most bus---Set ze charges."*

*"Setting charges! Open the doors!"*

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*"W-We've lost Cap!"*

*"...DAMMIT."*

*"We can still make it to the pass---Tai, take us over to the right-back flank!"*

*"-NO! BOSS!"*
*"-Let Henderson handle it!"*
*"-HANG ON! Wait a second!"*

---*"---DRIVING! LET'S GO!"*

...The German slowly sidled his way out, sliding the window open before squeezing himself through the back while Tai's maneuvered them to the back. There was only grins from the wily driver as the German's face contrasted with a start look of a grave nature.

Finally getting himself to the load part of the truck, he leaned backwards, gripping as Tai swerved to the left, speeding on past another truck before cutting off a red minivan. One of the police cars in questions, lights flashing, was right behind them...

"Be wary! I think he haz a gun!" he called to the front, as he slowly leaned himself forward and to the right so that Tai could have a rear-view mirror view.---Another police car, an S.U.V. suddenly roared past the red minivan, cutting off the vehicle, as yet another came on the opposite side of their truck. "Unfettered" simply unsheathed his wooden bokken as he took careful steps to maintain his footing, double-stepping on the hard bumps, in case they decided to ram---

---The German grinned.

---*"女士们，先生们! Your cavalry has arrived!"*

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"So many casualties..."

"No, the police were aggressive, but we have a lot fewer deaths."

"Them bastards are tough, they'll survive."

"A third of our convoy got wiped out before Hakfu Song's forces arrived..."

...

...Sitting once more in the bamboo-decorated outhouse, the German looked at the Chinese-shipped penthouse magazines, his eyes weary, mouth slack...

God dammit.

"...Oy," came the familiar voice on the other side of the door.

"Be sure when you finish up in there there's no more tears---barely saved your ass, you asshole. They can't see it."

"They can not be allowed to see how much this is making you suffer."

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"Sir. The 'captives' have been fed and all tended to sir."

"...Additionally, we've finally received word."

"The Vying Deceiver was apparently sunk. 49% recovery of passengers from the Vying Deceiver confirmed."

"..."

"The rest have been lost to the sea."

"..."

"...So. Even the Coastal Guard..."

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"..."

"Men. Women. Boys and girls of Public High School #259."

"Today..."

"...We're going home."

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...That Morning

There was a long, white-haired man that stepped out from his black E320 Mercedez Benz as he parked just outside of the school limits, putting in coins to the machine 'til it hit seven hours for a time limit. He had on a short-sleeved white shirt, blue jeans, a normal pair of shoes... and an eye patch that was covered up by a tuft of his long hair over his left eye that had on it a red swastika.

Locking the door to his car with a few clicks to the car keys, he pocketed it---revealing his elbows to be covered in bandage wraps in the sunlight that shined new, old bits of red shining on the back where the elbows were.

He grunted.

Waddling over with slow, focused steps in an unnaturally slow, natural walk, the man resigned his bandaged-up hands to his pockets. Many wrinkles of eye bags rested underneath his eyes, yet he still had on his face a slight smile as the sun shined ever so brightly from the recent clean up in the atmosphere from yesterday's rain. Cool winds accompanied by warm rays.

---As he was walking, he suddenly remembered that he had forgotten his cellphone back at home. Cursing mentally to himself without any outer physical change to his facial expressions, he proceeded on to the front of the school---Wow.

It'd been a while.

Reconstruction had really done this place well... almost good as new, if not newer and improved. But that was the deal: He didn't know if there were any improvements, who was the current Supervisor, what had happened to the Student Hierarchy since his last switch to his third cell phone in the last week. But it'd been so long. So long.

Subconsciously coming to a stop behind a girl, the man's face was looking up at the sky, the buildings... and then lowering his gaze to look at the people.

The time.

Blinking for a moment, he then looked to the girl in front of him. If she walked further, he'd take a few quick-steps to tap her on the shoulder. If she was standing still with her back turned to him, he'd tap her lightly on the shoulder with a nod and a smile while squinting his eyes in a friendly manner. If she was facing him and he'd been kind of facing her this whole time... well, he'd nod at her all the same, smile, and squint friendly as if nothing was wrong.

"Pardon me, frau... Do you have ze time?"

* * * * * * ...Elsewhere... * * * * * *

"...Gentlemen."

* * * * * * ...Near The Juvenile Hall... * * * * * *

"Beginning Operation: Break Out Black Out In T-minus...-"

* * * * * * ...Three Blocks Away From Public High School #259... * * * * * *

*"All drivers, passengers, buses, papers, supplies accounted for. All drivers, on me. The garages will be opening in...-"*

* * * * * * ...Still On The Freeway... * * * * * *

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它几乎是回家的时候! We'll be turning back soon!"*

* * * * * * ...In A Park... * * * * * *

"...o' clock Free Crack Give-Away! Come on, you crackheads! All I want you to do for me is simple...-"

* * * * * * ...By The School Telecast Media Room... * * * * * *

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*Whistling*

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* * * * * * ...Waiting In The School Parking Lot... * * * * * *

"Okay, guys. The plans there. Three minutes before Tai and Spitzner have gotten them in, we move to strike the target at approximately...-"

[Addie Balfour]

Another day, more school. Wandering the filled hallways, riddled with people of different types. Over hearing the peculiar conversations, while I pass them. This school is a weird place, though most schools all seem to have the same feel about them now a days. Though, I could be wrong about that. But I'm constantly hearing about fights from all over the place, there are gangs, over glorified hall monitors that seem to want to make a change in the school. It seems pointless. But, you know, what ever makes the masses happy, right? I wonder why everyone wants the power so badly? Wasn't it always uncool to be the hall monitor back in the day? Oh well~

Addie had been at school early, only to get some planning done for the next meeting of the Fashion/Costume club, since they'd need money to be able to get supplied needed for everything. She needed to find ways to get the funds, after all she wasn't made of money. She'd spend a good portion of the early morning pacing the nearly empty school, but found it more comforting once people slowly appeared in waves, growing in number each time. It was comforting to have her own foot steps drowned out in all the ruckus that came with the arrivals in the morning.

Pacing the halls, with a pen behind her ear or in her hand and a note book in her left hand. Thinking, walking, and twirling the pen in her right hand. The German Japanese girl thought about all the things they'd need for club, and the normal prices for items and material. Think think think...need to cut the costs in half....think think think....

Her mind would wander for a few moments, she'd have to wonder what was for lunch. What could they be serving in the cafe? What places around the school had good eats? There was no reason behind her thoughts, well other then procrastination. There was no way the brunette would want to spend her free time before class doing-

I GOT IT!

Stopping dead in her tracks, the girl clad in short shorts, white gloves, a black shoulder less button up shirt with puffy sleeve and ribbons, a black toque, goggles, high high white nylons, annnddd knee high belted boots with a heel to them. Bringing the note book up to near chest level, Addie quickly scribbled something down...Something along the lines of: I HAVE NO EFFING CLUE! She was standing outside...Though she wasn't quite sure how exactly such a thing came to be. Perhaps it just kind of happened while so deep in thought about....club things. Looking at her eligible chicken scratch, Addie would sigh a little and then look around once again. There was a feeling...Once she hadn't hand since Point Hope.....Was there someone behind her?

Mixed emotions were there of course, maybe I've gone nuts...crossed her mind. So, the young woman chose to ignore the feelings of someone behind her. Yes, it was nothing more then a lingering memory, people were at the school now; so there could be someone passing by. Someone staring at her butt...Something. Nothing too important... A tap on the shoulder pulled the brunette from her thoughts. Turning around quickly with a smile Addie would see a white haired guy standing behind her.

German guy.. yum.............Yeah, you didn't see that.

The time eh?

"It iisssssssss......" She'd reach into her right pocket of her shorts and pull out a black cell phone. It didn't matter which one she picked, they would both state the time."Eight fifteen.....do you know where your children are?" She'd not laugh at her horrible sense of humour, just smile...all the while knowing what an ass she made of herself. Stuffing the Black Knight phone back into her pocket moments after informing the German guy of the time.... He was German, right?

Who else calls a girl Frau nowadays?


[[OOC: BAH! lame post]]

["Unfettered"]

OOC: >_> If that was a lame post then I'm actually German. Which I'm not, sadly. ._.;

Overture

"It iisssssssss...... Eight fifteen.....do you know where your children are?"

"Right on time..."

"Ja, thankfully," the German would nod with a look of relief as he looked up into the sky for a half-moment before turning his face to look directly at hers, fluidly adding a bemused smile to it. "Und thankfully, they are not mein."

Eight fifteen.

The day was just beginning...

For a moment, the German looked up and down the girl (a bad habit, but he was a guy too) as he shifted his arms over his chest, folding them over one another as if to hug himself before taking what could be perceived as an awkward step forward. However, all the while, the German kept on smiling quietly.

"I apologize if this is..." his tongue played around in his mouth lightly, licking for the word behind the bottom row of teeth, "...forward or seemingly asked vith ill or promiscuous intentionz, but vould you happen to know if they sell coffee or ze close equivalent in this school still?"

"Und vould you be so kind as to escort me? Its been a while since I've been here..." proffering his hand up lightly, palm up and the fingers slightly curled, not to reach for hers, but so as to help physically emphasize his intent.

By standard of Public High School #259, she didn't look anything out of the ordinary, though it was hard to tell her what she might be capable of what he could believe to be a soft exterior. This was a school that generally had students of a hardened nature to at least be able to defend themselves. With this girl, the risk of her taking his question personally and attacking would be no different.

It was because he was hopeful and optimistic that he was able to look at her with the hopes of just a friendly little escort, possibly even a tour of the school later on should she accept his future proposal. But it was because of his attitude that he would be pleasantly surprised either way---or...

...?

Pocketing his hands into his jeans in a completely natural, casual way (since it was), he would just lean his shoulders and therein his head along with it towards her, shifting the shoulders up and down alternatively while keeping a relatively good distance from her, in case she should perceive it to be something less... school-appropriate.

His hair flopped and swung from side to side as he did this, as if to seemingly ask 'Well, how about it, mm?' of his newfound acquaintance. If she'd bother to be his acquaintance. If that was done, then he could...

* * * * * * ...Elsewhere... * * * * * *

"Now then, there are about... one... two... sixteen of you here."

"Coincedentally enough, I have $320---that's $20 each---I'll give to you if you'll just...

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"...Do what comes naturally. What about it, gentlemen?"

* * * * * * ...Near The Juvenile Hall... * * * * * *

"CHARGES SET! Vin and Luwaski, you take the left flank! Nathan, you're covering our ass! Everyone else, split into Lance-&-Shield with O'Lanny and Sword-To-Sword with Mullen!"

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"COMMENCE!"

* * * * * * ...Three Blocks Away From Public High School #259... * * * * * *

*"Garages open. Commencing operation..."*

*"Passengers, please maintain as you are. We'll be there shortly."*

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*"Ladies and gentlemen, we're coming home."*

* * * * * * ...Still On The Freeway... * * * * * *

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靳弄！惡魔的菜板！ Give "Unfettered" my regards!"*

*"所有其他的力量，let's head home!"*

* * * * * * ...In A Park... * * * * * *

"Yeah... that's right, you want it, huh?---Well... it ain't free."

*WHACK

"Geroffme!---I tell ya! Listen to me, y'crackheads! You want this? YOU WANT THIS!?"

"WELL YOU GONNA HAVE TO EARN IT."

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"And I'll tell you how..."

* * * * * * ...By The School Telecast Media Room... * * * * * *


"Hey there...~"

The girl walked up to a fellow with a tie and a faculty type-suit on. Cigarette in hand, and holding her guitar by its neck, the girl still managed to pull off a rather graceful, feminine strut.

"Mind telling me where the School's Telecast Media Room is? I just transferred here, and I'm kinda lost...~"

Leaning with her hip out to the left, she leaned towards the fellow, bending her knees slightly together, before extending her hand out to offer the cigarette.

* * * * * * ...Waiting In The School Parking Lot... * * * * * *

"Packages secured. Operation 'Package Stroll' commence."

[Gabriel Seran]

*By the School telecast Room*

(ooc: haha beatcha guys =P)

Just like any other ordinary day, Gab...I mean Sky would be traveling the corridors of his "New School." He was still in search of a new competitor or better yet a challenge in his new life. David Blaze, Leon, even the past rival's he'd had never stood up to his hungry nature. He wanted to grow and ascend to become more powerful than simply a Dragon. The God's were a more appealing taste.

"Hey there...~"

Sky turned to the girl handling the guitar easily enough on her own a small sigh of recognition as she reminded him slightly of Alexis. He bit down on molars in the back of his mouth trying to forget the past, he was new here.

"Mind telling me where the School's Telecast Media Room is? I just transferred here, and I'm kinda lost...~"

Sky shook his head, "Sorry, new here too...."

[Addie Balfour]

Just a normal day at PHS 259! With your random chatter in the hall, the random German dude with the eye patch asking about coffee. Yep, it was all very normal, it was hard to even think of something that could break the walls of obscurity, since more of the strange had happened...for the most part. She still had yet to see someone in a trench coat flashing people, or a streaker, but it was something she'd eventually expect to see. Being the person she was, or at least trying to become the person she wished to be...If that even made any sense. Addie would nod at the young man, never had she even thought ill intentions could be a foot. After all, he was just asking to him his way.......

The sign of being over courteous towards others became a little unsettling.

her mind began to move again.

Addie was an odd one, weaving stories in her head, all in hopes of making her life a little interesting. Sure, no one would hear the stories, but it was amusing how she'd believer them. A friendly expression remained on her face as she agreed to it, "I'm sure they do, after all everyone needs their morning coffee...." She'd laugh a little, trying to keep her imagination under wraps; which was a difficult task. She'd step forward making sure to bump shoulders with the stranger before walking in the direction of the cafeteria, laughing a little as she did so. She was just being herself, friendly...yyyeaahhhh..."But I'm not sure how good it is.."

What if he is luring me into a trap! YES A TRAP!...but why? WHAT DID I EVER DO TO HIM? I have never seen him in my life....Hmmm I wonder what the purpose.. But he said he- Shaddaapppp....I know best...What about the delicious murderer, huh? Okay, that was a mistake, BUT HE COULD BE ONE! Sure, and I could be the tooth fairy.... IF YOU ARE THE TOOTH FAIRY and you are the voice of judgment in me...then that technically makes me the tooth fairy...SCORE!....Wait, I wanted the money...

Trying her very hardest to defeat the wave of peculiar thoughts that seemed to consume her, Addie would walk and look over at the young man with a smile. At least he wasn't a streaker..... Yes, those were the thoughts she had, since who really wanted to go to school to be attacked by an unknown naked assailant, flaunting his goods as he prances through public? Shaking her head, the girl tried her best to get such horrible thoughts from her head...THEY WERE NOT GOOD THOUGHTS TO BE THERE!

THINK OF SOMETHING TO SAY.....

"So, what did ya do? Fall off the planet or something?" The German Japanese girl blurted, looking forward...She'd slowly turn her head to look at him once again. Feeling pretty stupid for wording it in such a manner. "What I meant was... Pausing for a moment, her mind would wander as she pictured a poorly drawn scribble of the fellow falling off the planet. OHH NOOO!..."Did you leave the school or something? I mean, I haven't seen you at all in the halls, so I could only assume that you fell of the planet."

Once again it seemed that the girl's foot found her mouth, it seemed to be a bad problem she had suddenly grown with her declaration of friend making. Though, that wouldn't stop her. Murmuring in the hall was something normal, so it had just become background noise to her; so she didn't notice the people who recognized white haired, German, and suspicious. "Sorry about that."

Mentally kicking herself in the head......always.

[[OOC: $@%^#%&$^*%^ my posts fail lately! XD; Sorry -flails- and yes Mikey, the last one was horrible! XD;; MY MUSE SHOULD STOP BEING MEAN D;]]

[seishounohana]

Another seemingly normal day at the School Canteen at 8:19 in the morning. It was just a few minutes more until Emily had to go to her first class of the day.

It also had been her first week since David Blaze had shoved the title of School Captain onto her shoulders once again. Oh, that guy - if she only had the strength she'd definitely kick him in the nads more than once - maybe enough for him to stop having children.

Goodness, why her? Is she too much of a "kind" person in people's eyes that she was the person David thought would make a good captain? Even as Emily stared outside the window of the cafeteria she began to wonder about what more she should change about herself. Maybe perhaps...

Maybe perhaps.

She just had to be that freakishly indecisive; especially with things like this. Maybe she should've just flat out rejected David's request.

Sighing, Emily would lift her teacup up to drink that warm liquid. Earl Grey tea that she had brought from home. Who said she couldn't ask the cafeteria for a cup of hot water, right?

She would've bought coffee, but she didn't exactly need that much caffeine - at least, not right now. Maybe later.

She diverted her gaze to the counter, eying the dessert that the canteen was offering for the day - Fruit salad, huh? Emily liked fruits, so she couldn't help but wish she didn't take breakfast at home.

Emily sat there, just watching people inside the cafeteria and hoping that nothing out of the usual would break out. Though, the white-haired Filipina may be in for quite a big surprise...?

[Victor "Break" D'Armond]

3 Days Previously

*Ring* *Ring*

Victor looked over casually at his cell phone, his hand coming out and grabbing it. he looked at the caller ID. curious. wonder why he's calling

"ello?"

"Guten tag. Your ticket is ready."

"Ticket? so we're starting already?"

"Ja.---" *Ding Dong*

"I've sent someone to accompany you here."

Victor looked down the hall, walking out of his room, he went to the door, opening it

"very punctual"

"...Fucking... So it is you," Tai said from the door, tapping his pipe to the side of his shoe.

"Ja. I sent Tai over there to be your driver both to the airport as vell as to ze apartment complex in San Francisco."

"glad to see you sent my favorite" Victor said, smiling at tai, his bright blue eyes glowing
"It's good to see you again tai!" Victor said, reaching his hand out for a hi five

"You motherfucking fucker...!" he said, half seriously, half playful-sadistically as he extended his metal pipe gently out for Victor to high-five.

"I trust you have all ze transfer paperwork done vith?"

Victor hi fived the pipe with a little chuckle now responding just to unfettered "do I, all four feet of it" Victor said, rolling his eyes and looking back into his living room, where a litteral four foot tall pile of papers rested on his coffee table

*Sigh Over The Cellphone* "Ja. I feel your pain. No cakevalks over here either."

Gritting his teeth and shaking his head, Tai would move to the side, making a swinging motion with his arm towards the car he parked just outside the house. "Well? What're you waiting for?"

"I bet... alright, see you when I get there then, tai's in a bit of an impatient mood it seems" Victor said with a little chuckle, closing the phone, casting tai a playful look, grabbing the paperwork. "Wanna hold any of this for me by chance?" Victor asked tai with a little chuckle

There was an immediate scowl. "Of fucking course," he'd say, but then proceed to actually go over remotely unlock the door with the swish of his left hand before proffering up his hands, ready to take on the heavy load.

"Love you tai" Victor sang, his usual smile on his lips as he handed the man the heavy stack of papers, getting into the car himself

Using the foot to prompt the backseat cardoor open for himself, Tai gently dumped down the heavy load of papers down there, even seatbelting them to make sure they stayed down. That said, he continued scowling as he'd get into the driver's seat, abruptly turn on the car, and pull out in an almost violent manner.---Actually, in a very violent manner.

...It wasn't until they were on-
-the freeway that he took his hands off steering wheel while he grasped for his iron pipe strapped to his back from when he picked up the piles of paper. Or perhaps he always kept one spare. Regardless, he'd spend a few moments glaring at Victor as he'd tap the end of the metal pipe into his other hand.
Victor watched with curiousity as tai tapped the pipe against his palm "Something on your mind tai?" Victor asked with a little chuckle
Instead of saying anything, Tai only proceeded to slam the metal pipe into his hand a little harder then before while pressing down on the gas pedal even harder... the car slowly weaving through the lanes while Tai would proceed to give Victor a slow and annoyed glare.
Victor looked back calmly through the rear view mirror, not batting an eye. "If you're trying to scare me I think you may just be wasting gas, its kind of hard to do" Victor said in his rich deep voice, an understanding smile on his lips, curious exactly as to the strange tendancies of this man
The reprimandation only made Tai scowl harder and press the gas pedal harder while he continued to bruise up his hand, the car making actual turns left and right through the whole freeway, all the cars around them getting the fuck away from them.
Victor looked out the window calmly before looking back into tai's eyes through the rear view mirror, he began to chuckle a little
"At least we're making good time" he said with a little laugh
"Fuckin' kids," Tai would finally mutter, defeated, abruptly dropping the metal pipe to the side before taking his hands to the wheels, slowing down to a good 70 miles per hour. "I swear, its no more easier being the lil' fucker's guardian then it is dealing with the rest of you tykes."
Victor just kept smiling, his gaze now going out of the window to see the cars all trailing behind them, too afraid to come close, oh how he loved his friends...
wait... guardian?
for another time...
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Victor stepped out of the car, carrying the papers as he walked into the apartment, several members of unfettereds gang where present, a few chinese men, a few tough guys, a few of this a few of that, all without any discrimination... though it seemed as though there where no black people, or jews... he looked around for unfettered
There would be many pin-ups of newspaper clippings on the walls detailing about the kidnappings and mass-student immigration as well as police issues. Towards the center of the room where there was a big lampshade hanging down from overhead with a large desk underneath it. Pinned to the top of it was an equally large map of the state of California and the eastern part of the Pacific Ocean.-
Sitting at the center, surrounded by a few people and a few stacks of vanilla folders and papers while looking slowly and methodically at the map, the German would look up before realizing---"Oye! Velcome! Velcome!" Rushing over with a smile to take the load of papers off Victor's hands. He'd backpeddle slowly so as to put the papers with the rest of the ones they managed to work up at the-
apartment. Gesturing over to one of the empty chairs by the center-most table, "Unfettered" would gesture Victor towards it with a hand-sweeping motion before giving him a few hard pats on the back. "Glad to see you're alive und vell. Vould you like anything to drink?"
Victor smiled "thank you, and the same to you, you've been away for ages it seems like" Victor said with a little chuckle before considering the drink offer "Tea would be nice please" Victor asked with a little smile
Nodding briefly, the German would rapidly go for a mug in the cupboard while the others moseyed along making other preperations and other paperwork checks. Filling the mug with water and putting it into the microwave, he set it off before sitting back down in front of the large map. "Come, sit, ve have much zat must be tended to.
"Clearly, plans to discuss... amongst other things" Victor said smoothly taking a seat across from the german, looking across the map
The microwave sounded off. Realizing this, the German was about to get up before a black-haired girl walked on by with a clipboard, got out the mug and detoured past Victor, smiling with a brow raised at both him and "Unfettered". "Flavor, honey, sugar, sup?"---"Thank you, Marina.---Vell. Please look down at the map here, if you vill," the
German continued without missing a beat. "I've detailed what is about to happen on ze map. Six buses, give or take, splitting off into two routes on the road... and a flotilla of three boats accompanied by two of our men, four mafia... and headed by you," the German continued rather rapidly, knowing that his friend was quite the quick learner and observer.
Victor nodded at the information, taking it all in with a deep breath, taking the tea and thanking the girl, though waving his hand signalling for nothing extra. "Got it, you know how the ocean conditions are gonna be that day?" victor asked taking a sip of his tea
Smiling and nodding, the girl would walk off in a hurry. "Not ze best, but considering the timeframe... the best ve can make work for us. It's reported zat zer vill be a storm on the second day, but the ones on the boats you're carrying are the less... willing. Regardless, I hope it is not too presumptious to assign you to this job, due to your... talents?" the German would muse to himself as he leaned forward, his arms resting quietly on the edge of the table as he looked over at the whole frame of the map. "Vould you like to view the detailed report of our mission? It has been dubbed 'Operation Cutting Board' due to the knife-like way the outlined road routes look as a knife..." he'd smile to himself.
Victor smiled, he chuckled, it was a good name, simple and to the... point. "I hope my 'talent' as you put it can handle the situation, its a lot of salt water in the pacific..." he mentioned, he knew he had gotten great deals stronger, still he had no idea what he'd truly be up against... probably not a bad idea to ask so what kind of opposition should we
be expecting?" Victor asked curiously
"Mm," the German would note quietly, nodding his head a little. He stared at the Pacific Ocean route. "The U.S.A. Coast Guard.---Will the salt water be an issue, though?"
Victor considered it for a moment of calculated thought, his fingers interlacing in thought "No, though I feel bad for any fish who swim through anywhere I've drawn water from... it'll be quite salty" Victor explained with a little chuckle.
"...Eat pineapple religiously," "Unfettered" would say gravely.
Victor chuckled heartily. then thought about everything "so thats that... plans set" he'd take another sip of his tea, his eyes scanning around before noticing tai and coming back to unfettered, he lowered his cup "so... tai mentioned something in the car... he's you're guardian?"
Whatever "Unfettered" may have been expecting, it certainly wasn't that. Raising a brow, he looked over, before nodding simply. "Ja. I rescued him from the Correctional Facility... mutual agreement and favors worked from there."
Victor nodded "mm.. just curious, sorry..." Victor explained and sat in thought for a moment "You know... I've heard a lot about this correctional facility... though I've never heard the story of it..." Victor said, taking up his tea for another sip
Standing up for a moment, he blew a tuft of hair out of the way of his face. "Mm." He'd walk about, getting out a tea kettle and filling it with water before turning on the stove. ---That was before Marina silently tapped him on the shoulder.[/i] "I'll take care of it." "Oh... thank you." Nodding appreciatively, he sat back
down before raising his arms behind his head. He looked up at the ceiling... "You have time for a bit of storytelling? I've Marina prepping more hot water if you wish while I banter."
Victor leaned back, getting comfy in his chair "I do love a good story" Victor's rich deep voice said as a smirk spread across his lips
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Victor leaned back in his chair... DAAAAAAAAAAAYYYYYYYYUUUUUUUUUUUUMMMMMMMMM

sounded like quite the adventure, he looked down at what had been his... seventh? cup of tea. whatsherface had been pretty busy... but Victor enjoyed watching her so it was okay. "I see... thank god I wasn't around when that happened" Victor said with a little chuckle, still talking it all in

"I dunno... maybe you vould have enjoyed it--- although, and I vould have had you to look out for my back" he said, understanding it was a bit of a selfish request/thought

Victor nodded "Not exactly like I'd have been that helpful back then, but thanks for the thought" Victor mentioned with a big smile then thought for a moment

"anyway, if we're going to be doing this I ought to tell you a bit about 259's current state" Victor reasoned out loud with a little shrug.

"oh, und vut might zat be?"

Victor nodded "Captain is emily santos at the moment, the most dangerous person on campus gabriel seran, has died, and David is still the strongest student" Victor said, some things just never change "Though someone of interest has popped up... a sky dalten, he is very powerful... showed up a little after gabriel disappeared as a transfer from another school... I've only fought him once, but it feels like I've fought him before" Victor said with a shrug, it wasn't important, but the kid was stronger than he was, so he thought it at least worth mentioning.

The eye of "Unfettered" spark with a sudden touch of interest at this sudden spur of news. "Mm... Mr. Seran died, mm?"

"Pity... I thought he'd be tougher zen zat..." the German would quietly mutter to himself.

"David Blaze's position is of no surprise..." though the German looked down as if something else was bothering him... Possibly her, "Und Emily... Again, hm? Interesting, history repeats itself," bringing up the thought that this series of occurences had already happened once before.

"...Und..."

"...Sky Dalten, hm?"

The German's eye turned blank and emotionless for a moment---then returned back to life as if nothing was the matter.

"Gut. Strange series of coincedences, though, but necessary," thinking over the situation pragmatically over the loss of his former second in command.

"I have my own thoughts on the situation as well" Victor said with a little sigh, looking over the emotive german, wishing he could feel the same way...

"Mm?" the German would inquire quietly. "Vat of your thoughts?"

Victor just smiled, his eyes never leaving the german's

"what of them?" Victor asked with a laugh "I think I may have to pull a you here and be a little mysterious... if I'm right, it will reveal itself in time" Victor said with an amused chuckle.

The German smirked, amused at this turn. Victor was already picking up some of his own traits, after all, what wasn't there to be amused at? Or perhaps just an awakening of similar traits between the two of them? Regardless, the German would stow these thoughts away, lacking any evidence.

"Very vell. Alright," the German would say, thoughts already transitioning...

"So then... shall we get the ball rolling?" Victor asked, ready for action, time to actually get into this

"ja"

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I'm on a boat... I'm on a boat... everybody look at me, cause I'm sailing on a boat...

"YOU MOTHER FUCKERS!"

Victor screamed, salty wind blasted at his face as the blast of machine gun fire filled his ears, jets screamed by overhead. Victor, amidst the confusion and battle suddenly realized kidnapping over 1000 students was easily a federally punishable crime...

SO IT WAS NO FUCKING WONDER THAT THE COAST GUARD WAS NOW BREATHING DOWN THEIR NECKS AS THEY RAN LIKE RAMPANT SEA OTTERS ACROSS THE CALIFORNIAN COAST TO GET BACK DOWN TO LA!

jesus, fucking, christ

love that man

With a glance to his left Victor's bright blue eyes fell upon an overpassing helicopter, dropping several troops off of rope lines to land on one of the three ships.

"stay on the boats he said, you'll be more useful there he said" Victor muttered aloud, looking across the chanel between the boats.

with a raise of his hands, a bridge of water formed, Victor leapt over the side of the ship onto the bridge, running across it to the other boat. Fists covered in water he slammed the coast guard man across the mouth. Victor brought his hands down, a bead of sweat as he concentrated, and a wall of water came up over the wall of the boat, throwing the coast guard off the boat, catching the helicopter in the air, throwing it into a death spiral as it slammed into the water, splashing up, the waves rocking the boat violently.

Victor looked up, the screams of jets and a bomb came down, smashing into the farthest boat from him. Victor's eyes widened as the fires engulfed the boat. "NO!" Victor screamed, running back across the boat, onto the boat he had just come from and looking at the wreckage. "I won't let you bastards die yet!" Victor announced with a dark chuckle, drawing the waters from the debris, dragging hundreds of people from the wreckage and lifting them safely onto the boat he stood on. several of unfettereds men, and several chinese gang members fired back with their guns on the coast guard flying circles above them. of course any boats that came from the coast gaurd where destroyed in moment, being flipped by Victor's massive water powers.

Nob! how far are we from the shore?"

"um, 'bout ten minutes um"

"Yar, ten minutes yar!"

"Um, he didn't ask you um"

"YAR, HE DIDN'T YAR"

Victor's fists flew into the air, fingers half bent in frustration:

"...FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU-"

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*ten minutes later*

Victor stood on the bow of the boat, looking back over Nob, and patch, and about 700 students that he had just safely somewhat safely

Valiantly attempted at safety

to get everyone down to socal.

some casualties... yes, however, it seemed well worth it, Victor had gotten everyone down there, and the coast guard was no longer actively on their tale thanks to their combined efforts.

"Alright, let's get these fuckers on buses bro" Victor ordered to nob and patch.

"Um, Victor, the buses aren't here yet um"

"Yar, not here yet Victor, yar"

Victor just looked away from them, slowly shaking his head, his palm came to his face slowly, and he wiped away the stupid that had been infecting this entire trip from his face

god, may those buses get here soon...

[Delilah A. Black]

How long had it been again?

Delilah sat in her cell, staring blankly at the wall across from her. It had been a long time. Sitting in that cell...doing nothing but staring, bathing, occasionally going to the workout room....when she was absolutely required.

She had lost everything in getting the refugees safely to San Franscisco. Delilah bowed her head at this thought. When she was arrested, the board of directors voted her out of the CEO position. The bank seized most of her assets. She had nothing now. Was nothing. The fuckers from the correctional facility, had known and followed the refugees, placed a mole among them. Delilah was arrested and charged with bogus crimes that for some reason stuck. Like drug trafficking, so far the most damning one out of the four.

She violently started when the guard rapped his tonfa against her cell door. "Your transfer is today." he grunted. "You're goin' to the big house now, Litte Miss Privilaged."

She shivered in fear as the footsteps faded back down the hall. Things were bad enough HERE in juvy where her lawyers held her while there was still a slim chance of a case for her. Twice she'd been stabbed (dominance and what not), physically asaulted by a guard who had beaten her because teh other inmaytes claimed self defense...Delilah got violent. But the sexual assault had been the worst. Her cell mate...some Linda bitch, if Delilah recalled. But she couldn't remember the incident well. Every now andn again something wopuld remind her of it but then it would drift away. All she knew was that after, she ended up here. In solitary.

She remembered talking to Unfettered once before being transferred, and that warmed her broken spirit. Her only visitor. She clung to that memory like a frightened child to his mother. In truth, it was the only thing keeping her sane.


He said he'd get me out...

[/i] Delilah thought with a wistful sigh. She wished. Security was had been tight for her since her transfer from the San Francisco jail to this dump. The only viable way they would be able to get her out was in transit from the juvy hall to the actual jail. After that, freedom would be impossible.

Suicide is always an option...

Delilah didn't like that voice. It had been cropping up more and more often recently. She shoved it to the back of her mind, for fear of her sanity if she actually listened to it. Though in her heart, she knew it would be her only way out of the larger jail.

Unless I hold on for fifteen more years...

Delilah brought her knees to her chest and buried her head, weeping silently. There were no tears.[/center]

["Unfettered"]

Change Gears

"I'm sure they do, after all everyone needs their morning coffee...."

"Amen to zat," he'd laugh quietly in agreement, keeping a normal pace with her as he appeared to be (and probably was) completely oblivious to any of her other "thoughts."

"But I'm not sure how good it is.."

"Mmph. Vell... yeah..." ...slowly coming to a stop over what he wanted to say as he looked to the side over to her. He had intended on saying something akin to "Well, as long as it has caffeine," or "Doesn't matter as long as its vith good company," but the first one would make him sound like a caffiene addict or give off a wrong first impression and his over-sensitive reasoning for the second was because then he'd feel forced into forcing himself into making a move on her, a habit he hated about men and especially himself.

However, that maintained silence quickly grew up into becoming a nice, big awkward one, consciously turning his head to face forward so as again, not to put off wrong impressions---

"So, what did ya do? Fall off the planet or something?"

"..."

His forehead wrinkled as his brows furrowed at the thought. Having switched into an "overly proper" train of thought worked against him here. Because right now, it looked like she was being kind of rude but in reality, it was a playful joke that his current mindset was being hyper-sensitive towards.

However.

"What I meant was..."

Pause.

"Did you leave the school or something? I mean, I haven't seen you at all in the halls, so I could only assume that you fell of the planet."

That drew the direct attention of "Unfettered" who stopped for a moment, looking at the girl, before catching up to keep in pace with her a half second later while grinning all the while.

"Sorry about that."

Obviously, he gave off the wrong impression. A small chuckle was her immediate response.

"No, no, no---It'z all alright, Frauline," he reassured, as they arrived to a small line of people in the cafeteria. "Thankfully, the Earth's gravitational pull has not made the exception for myself as of yet," he added with bemused grin.

...However, that started to fall away as he looked up, moving with the line ever so slowly.

"But..."

"I have been away from Public High School #259 more then I vould have personally have liked to," casually looking back at her with a brow raised, volunteering the information to her freely. "L.A., San Francisco, Italy, the Pacific Ocean..."

"Yet I've missed this place most," went the quiet voice as his eyes were completely locked onto hers as if implying something else he missed. However, because of this, he came off sounding as a completely romanticist, which he was aware of, which he planned. Pretending as though nothing strange had happened, he leaned his head down to the cafeteria lady.

"One small coffee, please."

"$1.50."

"Danke."

"...Your welcome."

Waiting up for the girl if she would like to buy something or no, he surveyed around the area blandly to kill a few seconds. He would not raise up any sign of recognition if he did see anyone else he remembered.

"By the way, I'm 'Unfettered.' May I ask your name?"

A strange, uncharacteristic smile would happen upon his face as it was only fifteen minutes more until 8:50 A.M...

...After all...

It was time for a change of gears.

* * * * * * ...Elsewhere... * * * * * *

...

*Cracks Of A Brief Fight*

...

"Really, that was unnecessary," I replied as the breath intake struggled to keep up with my adrenaline run, two of their compatriots on the ground, but not knocked to the point of unconsciousness.

"I will even go so far as to give you the money right here and now."

"But you must do this task for me."

I surveyed them as there was still a few of them that seemed doubtful or wanted to take the money and run. However, I was surprised to see how many that were actually hesistant, were actually considering ever since I mentioned that particular man's name. My overly observant glare, however, did do its purpose of scaring off those that appeared to be more then a little opposed to my presence of actually being here. Curious thought... But I only agreed to this assignment because I wouldn't be at risk, nor would my family.

...Except for Father who was helping with the breakout...

Debts had to be paid somehow. Even eternal ones.

"Right. We'll do it, just point us the direction..." spoke one of them. Surprisingly, he looked to be one of the youngest but he had a swarthy look to his eyes and unnaturally naturally deep tone to his voice. Playing his tongue to moisten his dried up lips from some distant fight as though it still stinged, the apparent head of this gang of people tilted his head at me as he put his hands on his hips.

"Well, boss man?"

"Mm.. me? Boss man? No, that would be my boss."

"Public High School #259 is just over there, to the left, a total of three blocks. I can call a cab if---"

"No, we'll get there on our own, thankee."

"But of course, sir," I smiled dutifully as I handed over the wad of cash to their apparent head, and continued to observe them. The others had become increasingly complacent aside from the fact that a few of them had gone to grab a few tire irons, lead pipes, wood staves, workshop hammers and other blunt objects.

---

"David Turner here."

"Gang incitement has been a success. They'll be rendezvousing at Public High School #259's parking lot approximately five minutes at the pace they're going at, now."

* * * * * * ...Near The Juvenile Hall... * * * * * *

The explosion was immediate, blasting away a large portion of the wall. They had thirty-five seconds to secure the alarm system before it would successfully go off and sic the police on their asses. Nathan Turner was busy, however, arranging their escape half a mile back, as he kept himself on the right flank opposed to Vin and Luwaski.

O'Lanny and Mullen's squads were already getting ready to intercept any defending forces that would approach from the outside, with Mullen throwing a molotov's to make the grassy fields a hazard zone.

"Sir, there's already two cars on their way now..." Nathan suddenly crackled in, over the radio.

"...Shit." Ron thought out loud. A snag. They were being anticipated... He only hoped that Mullen and O'Lanny could hold them off.

Rushing in with Vin and Luwaski on his tail, he charged the nearest reacting guard in the series of offices with his elbow. Vin, who had caught up by this time, launched to a stop his left straight into the barely recovering guard's face, knocking him over. Administering a final stomp to the man's face to knock him out (and hopefully not permanently incapacitating him), Ron was already heading towards the cells. Luwaski from behind him with the keys while Vin was...

"Where's Vin!?" Ron whirled about, looking at Luwaski frantically.

"He found the daily inspection button that'll open the door to all the cells. Just waiting on you to give the command."

Searching... searching---Delilah. He kept the photo out, looking through every cell for a good few minutes. He could hear the sounds of battle raging on outside---Found her on the sixty-third cell.

"Oye! Wake up!" he said, scrambling with the keys---

"Luwaski! Tell Vin to do it now---ALL OF YOU, YOU WANT IN ON THIS ESCAPE? WE'RE OPENING THE DOORS NOW."

A minute later (thanks to Luwaski's sprinting), the doors were opened, and suddenly a whole cadre of screaming was going about as a lot of the inmates began rushing for the door or rushing around Ron for further instructions. However, Ron was approaching Delilah, getting ready to pick her up with his arms if she was weak (which she looked at that moment)...

"Oye... can you hear me? You alright? Need me to pick you up?..."

* * * * * * ...Three Blocks Away From Public High School #259... * * * * * *

*"In transit."*

*"Marina here. Original 259ers from 42 heading home. 42 sympathizers also with us. Sending a detachment over to the docks now, Victor. They should be there in ETA 3 minutes."*

...

*"Marina, over and out."*

* * * * * * ...Still On The Freeway... * * * * * *

*"傻瓜。标题我回来."*

*“为什么，先生？”*

*"离开的同志”不喜欢留在我的嘴好品味"*

*"Then, we'll go with you."*

*"Mm...? Very well. You please me."*

*"But of course, Master Song!"*

*"VERY WELL!"*

*"I, HAKFU SONG, ULTIMATE LEADER, COMMAND OUR REVERSAL OF MOVEMENT TO REINFORCE "UNFETTERED" WINTERS!""*

"HWOOOAAAAH!"
"HWOOOAAAAH!"
"HWOOOAAAAH!"
"HWOOOAAAAH!"
"HWOOOAAAAH!"

* * * * * * ...In A Park... * * * * * *

"YOU WANT IT!?"

"WELL YOU CAN HAVE IT!!"

"AS LONG AS YOU HAVE ENOUGH RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR-"

---

"Well, that was surprisingly easy..."


"This is Tai, reporting in. The druggies are high and beginning their advance on Public High School #259's parking lot. I'll be heading back to base."[/center]

"Tell me how the fucker's do."

* * * * * * ...By The School Telecast Media Room... * * * * * *

"Sorry, new here too...."

Shey puffed out her cheek as the cute looking guy left her hanging with the cigarette still extended, but feigned trying to remain interested. She was gonna have to make up a new name for this.

"Well, that's okay---found it," her eyes diverting to their side. Funny that they were both in the seemingly correct area and the boy didn't notice where the hell they were. But that was alright. Might as well have some fun.

"I'm thinking of just finding a nice, quiet place to jam s'all. Care to join me?"

Sliding her hands over the doorknob, she turned it open, before walking in. If he chose to follow her, that was his prerogative.

* * * * * * ...Waiting In The School Parking Lot... * * * * * *

"The packages are placed. We've disposed of ourselves accordingly, awaiting the incoming gang and druggies. Awaiting orders."

[Addie Balfour]

[[OOC: Sorry about the wait and the fail to follow ^^;; ]]

There was a lingering feeling with the girl, that she was talking the young man's ear off. Since his responses were so short, the brunette couldn't help but feel bad for being so loud and of course rude with her comment. She'd smile, there was a hint of nervousness that hid behind it, random strangers...always fun. She listened to him speak, about missing PHS 259 and of course...ABOUT WHERE HE HAD BEEN!

So many interesting places! So many areas she had never been! So much envy! Places she could only wish to see, he'd probably seen interesting things. Of course, she probably shouldn't ask him, shouldn't being a word used lightly with Addie. It would take all her self restraint to keep her from bothering him in the line. Smile and listen. Even while he got his coffee, all she wanted to do was bombard him with questions. Upon getting to the cash, she too would get some coffee, it was worth a shot? it probably wouldn't be the best, but decent....RIGHT!? She loved her coffee, of course she'd get some...even if it was from the school's Cafeteria.

"Thank-you, have a good day." Addie smiled as she took her coffee, bowing her head to the woman behind the register for a moment before turning back to face her coffee comrade.

Walking over to the white haired young man, Addie would smile, realizing she still hadn't the foggiest as to what his name was. Although moments after thinking such a thing, he announced his name. 'Unfettered', it was a little strange, but what about the school they were in...wasn't strange? "Nice to meet'cha 'Unfettered', My name is Addie Balfour."

Saying her full name in introductions, it was just a habit. Someone had once told her, you state your full name in order to not waste breath later; whether or not the last name was needed. She'd always say it anyways. Holding the paper cup of coffee in her hand, she'd look down at it. Wondering what it held inside, if the contents were good and worth the money.

"Are you ready for this?" The German-Japanese girl questioned with a bit of a chuckle, looking down at her coffee and then to his. She of course was joking around, not wishing to insult him or the friendly lady in the cafeteria. Although, she probably did so unintentionally.

Fight it....fight it...COME ON ADDIE! YOU CAN DO THIS!...fffiiigghhtt itttttt...... D: try to...fight...the..POWER!

Her mind was focused on trying to keep her urges to question under wraps, he had to mention the places he had been..He had too.....didn't he!? There was a smile on her face, if Unfettered was going to join her in taking a sip of coffee, they'd drink it together, if not. She'd just take a sip. Only to find that the coffee wasn't a horrible as she had thought. Sure, it wasn't the best, but it wasn't the worst.

.....I.....CAN'T......HOLD...BACK....NOOOO~~

"If I may do so as ask.."

Yep, she was probably the most annoying thing to hit PHS 259..

"What was Italy like!? What about L.A? and and and.. San Diego!?" Addie was curious, he had been to several places she hadn't; so...She had to ask questions! It was all in her nature to do so, especially asking questions revolving around travel. Other things, they didn't matter. Like why he missed the school, that was irrelevant....trraavvveelll.. <3

She had become quite good at limiting her questions, since she didn't wish to scare those people away, one needs to be tame...tame...tame... BUTTTT.......tame. Which, in her books really sucked, even if it tended to work out better in the end. ..kind of. Smile smile smile.

"Sorry about all the questions.." Addie instinctively, trying her best not to seem too rude. If it wasn't too late for that.

[[OOC: D: Sorry again -___- my muse hates me ]]

[Gabriel Seran]

The almost teasing voice playing in his ear as he recalled the girl's prior obligations, it was quite like Gabriel to follow a girl into a strange place and overpower her to join to his cause but he had to remember in this instant he was not Gabriel. Rather he was Sky, Sighing he simply turned about towards the hallway once more missing out on what was planned out prior.

"Sorry, on my way to class, see you round I guess."

Sky said proceeding forward mentally hitting himself for not accompanying the fair lass. He was sure next time he saw her around he wouldn't have to be hidden under this ploy, it was a true shame he was so far behind now. Damnit.

[Delilah A. Black]

[[OOC: The stuff in italics is a hallucination, so no one worry, mmkay?
PS: Meg you owe me. >_>]]


When the alarms went off and the guards began rushing to all the exits, all the inmates started to scream for attention; some of the less mentality disturbed ones began singing festive carolls on the top of their lungs (often with words missing) to stand out of the din. Even a few of the guards were dispatched to cells that needed to have it's occupants restrained.

One cell that would not need guards that would not need guards sent to it was Delilah's.

She herself had scooted back into the far corner of her cell, with her legs huddled to her chest, tears staining the knees of her orange jumpsuit. All of this was making her already unstable mind begin to stutter, and one scream began peppering the harmony of alarm, Delilah began to hyperventilate. The room was spinning. Her heart battering her ribcage. Her ears were ringing... and to top it all off, someone was yelling to her.

"Wake up!"


"Wha...?" she asked in a voice lost to the ensuing chaos. She huddled closer to the wall. "Oi... alright... pick up....?"

A guard... It's a guard... no, Rebecca.

Her eyes widened to the size of saucers, and she gagged as her heart jumped into her throat. The 5'10" first-nations woman coward over her, leering. Her wide face and mouth were not moving in time with her words. "I bet you're rich blood tastes real sweet..." As the form neared and licked her lips, Delilah emitted a high-pitched shriek of despair and passed out.