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Post by Scene on Oct 21, 2009 18:55:19 GMT -8
OOC((Takes place after "259 Republic"))
Scene sat alone.
It had been a few days since his speech, and already it seemed to have made an impact. Of course, some may think his impact unneeded, unwanted, uncalled for. But Scene could see the changes, the crawling under the skin of those proud students of 259. What a mockery. A joke. Students ruling thier school controling the halls, monitoring what others did. The world was a playground, and they tried to turn it into a prison. Scene looked around him, his eyes picking up that many, many faces stared at him as he sat there, some students going to class, others just staring to act tough, then leaving once he stared back in challenge. Some seemed to think he was a nice guy, a goody goody trying to change the system of control.
What a select few had understood was that he wasn't trying to change the control.
He was trying to get rid of it altogether.
He chuckled, looking back to his food. A grilled cheese sammich and a large bottle of whiskey. He ate it happily, watching as a man, rather large in size, approached him, planting his hands on the table threateningly.
"Heard about you, Scene. Yet another good guy trying to tie me and my buddies do-"
Scene spoke, cutting him off.
"Hey, Doctor Eatshit, i'm trying to have lunch, so unless you want me to bust your fucking head with this bottle, i suggest you get your hands off my table." He smiled sweetly as the man removed them, slightly taken aback.
"Thanks princess."
And he continued to eat, the man standing there as his buddies fanned out around him. Scene's eyes brightened with anticipation.
"Oh goody!" He grabbed the bottle, breaking it on the table.
"Who do i get to kill first?"
They looked at each other. The man in the mask was bluffing- this was a school- he wouldn't kill them. Then one boy got smart, staring into his eyes with a look of fear.
"He ain't bluffin fellas, lets roll."
And roll they did.
Scene looked down at the table, a sad look coming to his face at the booze left there.
"Dammit...what a waste..."
He sighed, re-took his seat without bothering to clean it off, then continued eating his soggy sammich while humming a tune from the movie merry poppins.
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Post by Katsuri Katashi on Oct 21, 2009 19:18:46 GMT -8
There was a rather large man, sitting just outside of the view of the cafeteria staff. He was dressed in all black, from head to toe, even that white mask was hidden by the hood of that over sized hoodie clinging to his body. A glance left and right, and he would have shifted up against the side of the massive fridges they had in the place. The massive woman working behind the counter was his second nemesis. The first being that bitch in the infirmary..
This one though. She was dangerous because of her inhuman endurance and senses. Good thing he was agile as a ninja right?
He tip toed around the corner and opened the fridge nice and slow, looking inside it and grinning when he found the teachers food stash. He grabbed what looked like a whole chicken, cooked and then chilled from the thing, and a big ass pumpkin pie. "Mm." Oh shit. It was to late, as the big womans head jerked back and looked to him. "Fuuu-" That was all he could get out before he went flying over the counter and sliding across the ground, pie and chicken still in hand. The shout of the woman telling him to stay the fuck out of her kitchen was loud, but she did not go after him to get the food back.
A wince and he would have sat himself up, noticing Scene there and grinning slightly before dusting away any alcohol or shards of glass and setting himself down on the thing opposite of him and that food on top of the table. "Yo."
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Post by Scene on Oct 21, 2009 19:26:35 GMT -8
Scene's head looked slowly right at the sound of shattering glass, watching with unrestrained amusement as the large man who had carried him on his shoulders from the gym slammed on the ground and slid. He brought the sammich up to his mouth, taking a quick bite before applauding brightly.
"Bravo! A new distance record!"
The woman chucked a large spoon with deadly accuracy, the piece of metal with a wood handle clunking against his metal mask before it flew off into the wall. Scene giggled, tapping his full-headed mask before flipping her off. Another spoon flew and smashed into his hand, causing pain to shoot up his arm. He shook it out, looking at her with a cocked eyebrow, the lady slowly flipping him off in obvious mockery.
'Touche lunch lady, touche.'
He watched the big man sit next to him, Scene holding his hand with his other, his eyebrows raised. This man was of interest to him- mostly because of the statements he had given that day in the auditorium. He tilted his head a little to the left before looking down at his sammich, soggy and covered in the wood chippings that broke off the handle of the spoon when it his his mask.
He sniffed.
"Wanna gimme some o' your food?"
He stared at the behemoth, waiting for a hopefully positive reponse.
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Post by Katsuri Katashi on Oct 21, 2009 19:40:49 GMT -8
He looked over to Scene, who's food did not exactly look appetizing anymore. Mostly thanks to the big woman whom had forcefully removed an eight foot four hundred pound man as if he were a rag doll. Yea. Don't wanna put her on your list of to fuck withs.
Still. The boy did need some food and glancing down at his chicken, and then back over to Scene, he eyeballed him for a moment and then ripped a leg off, offering it over to him. "I eat it cold, hope you dont mind?" A shrug and his lips turned up into a smile. God. The big man was a flurry of emotions.. probably had something to do with the fact he was fucked up all the time.
Once Scene took the chicken he would have ripped his own leg off the chicken and began munching on it like he were a feral animal, quite ravenous. As apparent by the fact he had braved that kitchen in order to retrieve the food. Mind you, he had to pull that hood back first, and then lift the front of that metal mask from its hinges and let it hang in the air first. He looked like a ghetto iron man of sorts, in that he only had the helmet.
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Post by Scene on Oct 25, 2009 15:45:08 GMT -8
Scene shrugged at the mention of it being cold. This had no effect on him- cold meat, warm meat, either way it was food and he would eat it. His teeth bit into the flesh without much todo, as he pushed the rest of his food off the table and into the open garbage can next to them. He kicked it away, sending it sliding back over to where he had gotten it from. He chewed thoughtfully, looking up at the large man then abck at the chicken, then back up at the man again. He spoke as he chewed.
"So...Mmm...Katsuri is it?" He knew it was- people had told Scene this giants name.
He took another bite.
"You said you liked my words a few days ago.... Mmf... but i don't see you trying to make them a reality."
He cracked his neck, swallowing.
"How would you like to be a part of my dream to set this school free?"
His words held no inner glory, no talk of a leader or an end. No powerful phrases spoken with a hint of majesty and grace. It was given like simple talk over lunch, like something to do, yet obviously important. The thing with Scene- he never let it show when something meant anything to him. He wanted the world to be that way, not only for himself but for everyone. IT would make things so much easier in the scheme of things, and true to his word, he had absolutely no intention of ruling this world. he used to- oh, he used to. He wanted control and power and fame. But none of it really mattered once he broke it down, because if he were to rule the world, he would simply make it exactly how he said he wanted it in the auditorium.
He licked a drop of chicken juice from his lips, waiting for the man to answer, eyes staring into the holes in his mask.
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Post by Drea on Oct 26, 2009 11:23:30 GMT -8
It was one of the few days that Drea had actually opted to eat in the cafeteria. Typically, she found a nice bench or something outside, and occasionally even headed to the roof for food. But today, she didn't. Instead, she'd insanely opted to go into the cafeteria, her large box of food in her arms. As Kevala had seen, Drea carried a variety - and in vast amounts.
She hummed to herself as she entered the cafeteria. Maybe she'd be able to spot someone she knew?
Obviously so. She'd only just entered when she saw an airborne Katsuri. She blinked, pausing. Had she really seen that? Drea looked at the woman that had thrown the man, then nodded to herself. Yeah, that made more sense. The woman was ginormous.
She headed towards her friend - and the same person that had spoken at the assembly, if memory served her correctly.
"Hello," she said politely, nodding towards both of them. "May I join you?" She hoped she could. She didn't want to have come all the way to their table only to be sent away.
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