Post by Addie Balfour on Oct 24, 2009 15:14:16 GMT -8
This is me writing a random story about random crap, with random characters....Random...TRYING TO FIND MY EFFING MUSE! -pouts and stomps around-
They do not play true to the characters used. I only own Addie Balfour. Ryan-Gabriel, Robbie- Alexis, and the other characters belong to the people~ XD; I'm not half finished this hair brained piece of lame! XD;;;
-Jiro
xoxoxox <3
Note: The Pillar system was disbanded int he school, in order to make sure they had complete control over everything. Hence the D.C. They fight for what they believe[or are forced to believe] is right. Strong, can be compared to some of the power houses of 259. I was really bored when I wrote this and I wanted to tie random events together and create some.
The writing is horrible, I have no muse for anything.
and yeah.
Any opinions? XD; LOL!
Where can I fix my writing style?
It's being told from the perspective of Addie looking back at it. with the goldenrod italics.
>____>;;; I fail....
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Standing silently on the roof, hands grasping the fence that shielded those from falling. A bright blue gaze looked down into the pit of fury that was yet another fight. The echoes of crude words and shouting on the barren school grounds, the gruesome crack of baseball bat on student was heard, followed by a scream or two signifying pain of some sort. A pointless fight had broke out between two minor gangs at the base of the food chain. Compiled mostly of lower graded students, they were nothing compared to some of the greatest threats in the the public school on the hill. Far from down town, up a hill, stood a school that once stood proud with doors open to transfers, believing they were helping the world by allowing the flock of black sheep into their school. Now, the school officials probably regretted the very decision to do so. The clear bar-less windows were broken, the shiny new lockers were all dented or torn off the hinges, and the ground was stained with various colours from pranks and fighting.
Whistles were heard, there was a cry or two. The disciplinary committee took action and headed down to the fight. From the roof there was a smile, watching the little students have their silly little fight broken up. It was lovely, watching as they suffered the very same things they did to others. Watching as one by one the members of the gang fell to the committee. There was one thing to be said about Public High School #739, it had a decent clean up team. When the faculty didn't want to intervene, they'd send in the D.C to do the dirty work.
The Disciplinary Committee was headed by the faculty of the school, it had students that were specially trained in the school's predisessor, a middle school of some sort. The were to take out all threats that were to cause the school any problems. It seemed the D.C was lucky this time, after all.....Had they gone against a different gang, perhaps one of higher standing, they'd be wiped out in a moment. After all, they weren't at the top of the food chain for nothing.
A strong breeze pushed by, causing hair to sway and flutter along with it. Taking a step back and turning around, the brunette would head towards the door to the school. The fight was over, there wasn't anything to watch anymore, so there was no point in staying any longer. The hallways were a buzz with chatter, paranoid people looked all around, looking for the person to avoid. Which in some cases was everyone. The short, the tall, the extremely tall, and those in the middle, people to be feared came in all shapes and sizes. It wasn't hard to tell who was a transfer, they had a strange feel to them, and probably looked a little out of the ordinary. It seemed to be a common trend in transfers. If the looks didn't give it away, the attacks would. Yep, you'd probably find out a little too late, being on the receiving end of a powerful punch to the face, or something in the physical assault sense.
I'd almost pity them, had they not been such jerks to the masses from Public High School #735. It's not right to judge everyone because there are a few bad eggs in the bunch. Silly people, had they been normal, surely they'd have less trouble. But, I guess they dug their own graves, not much can be done now about it, I guess.
Walking down the halls, passing folk of strange origin, people from all parts of the world. It was strange how they all seemed to come together in public schools, the stories behind them all seemed to very; it was always amusing. Still there remained a smile on the naturally tanned face of the brunette. Gloved hands tucked away in the pockets of short shorts, and head covered in a toque and a set of goggles. Listening to the murmuring of the people int he halls, the squeaking and the slamming of the damaged lockers that lined the hallways. Shuffling of people as they trudged along to their next class, all the while dreading getting on someone's nerves; whether be student or teacher. The harmless folk quivered in fear as a transfer or gang member walked by. It was notice able, probably from their massed attacks, or the jackets, or even as simple as seeing the signature phone of a group.
Those poor unfortunate souls.
Lost in a sea of fear and paranoia, dreading the remainder of the time left in high school, all the while praying for an escape in college. They'd always be doomed to follow along in the waves of transfers as one by one the schools fell and deemed it necessary to move the students elsewhere. Transfer students were an ever reoccurring curse to the education system, even if it wasn't all of them, a great amount would always cause trouble. Always leaving a school in shambles and always having to pick up and go else where. The loud ringing of the bell informed all that it was time to get to class. Pushing and shoving the packed halls would rush to their classes, not wishing to anger the teachers. The good students would be there on time, whilst the not so grand ones would find themselves late and laughing about it.
From the back of an English classroom, a bright blue gaze observed as the three late students were scolded by the teacher, it was all verbal until someone laughed about it. Things went to violent and then a fight broke out. Three transfers against the English teacher Strife. He was tall and muscular, probably someone that you shouldn't mess with. But what can be expected of the silly little transfers. After a few moments, the fight was over, the teacher was the victor was of course Mr. Strife. He turned his back and there was a person outside the classroom taking notes, seen for a moment then they dashed off.
How strange...
"Now, I'd like to start-" The man was cut off by the a loud ringing, as the school was required to have everyone evacuated in case of the fire alarm being pulled.... The class filed out of the room, the teacher followed not far behind, dragging the young men who dared cross him. The halls were once again packed, the chatter was louder as to be heard over the loud annoying sounds of the fire alarm. With books under her arm, she weaved through the crowds of students, in search of some 'friends'. Whispering could be heard with every person she passed, they were talking about the Black Knights.
My name is Addie Balfour, I'm a sophomore in high school, I have transfered from five schools, all of them had been under the Corporal Punishment System. I was born in Germany, where I'd live with my parents Yuuto Watanabi and Eva Balfour for approximately twelve years before moving to Japan with my father Yuuto. I went to school in Japan for a while, before getting kicked out for fighting. Where I entered the American education system....as a transfer. I'm a member of the Black Knights, a gang that was started by Gabriel Seran. I know him as a comrade, I guess. But, I remain a useless pawn in his little gamme. Ha ha ha ha!
Someone stuck out a foot, hoping to trip the Queen of PMS, which only landed the poor fellow a lot of pain as she turned around and quickly punched the guy in the face. A smirk spread across her face as she watched the guy fall to the ground, mighty hidden in a crowd, yet pathetic alone. It seemed that many of the people were like that. Turning around, she'd once again continue to head towards the designated fire escape, along side of a pack of transfers.
A gloomy young man walked through the crowd, at his side was his shorter best bro, and then of course his dog. Who was some short Australian girl that could often be seen pawing at the tall dark haired young man. His eyes were red, from an accident involving Qi. That at the time didn't seem to have any importance to the tale being told. His gaze carefully scanned the crowds, watching as he saw those under his rule as they made their way to the positions. Yes, he was planning something.
Gabriel Seran! Age 18...Leader of the Black Knights.
His hands were also tucked away, out of sight and deep within pockets of black pants. There was a cell phone open in his pocket, his finger gently traced the send button as he slowly made his way with the crowd to the outside of the school. Pressing the button, black cell phones through out the crowd that belonged to the Black Knights would go off silently. It was the cue. The group would rush towards the doors, leaving before the rest of the herd was able to find day light. Teachers noticed the move and summoned forth the Disciplinary Committee.
Falling into Gabriel's hands.
It always seemed like everything would always work out for Gabriel, but that's just because he's amazing; regardless of what select others have to say. He's a good leader. There was a smirk on the pale face of the queen of the Black Knights, the dog would rush forward following Gabriel and sticking close to her tall leader. She was much shorter then he was, but that didn't mean she wasn't able to do so.
Alexis Green. Australian....I'M NOT A DOG!
Her green gaze scanned the area before them. The school grounds were empty, not even the teachers were out yet. Or were they? Once all the members of the Black Knights exited the school, the doors slammed behind them, trapping frantic students behind the steel door. Banging and loud cries could be heard. What was going on? She looked from the left to the right, trying to find the cause of the door. Behind them stood a few members of the faculty. The obviously more skilled ones, along side the D.C. Smirks across each of their faces as they looked to the challenge.
The school planned on taking out the Black Knights.
At Gabriel's command they were to start the battle, ever waiting for the other side to make the first move. Then it would be defending one's self...Rather then fighting a pointless battle. Regardless or not if the entire thing was all apart of his plan. He'd chuckle, his red gaze locked with the leader. Then he'd smile, oh what fun could be had with all the folk assembled, all according to plan. Silly people assumed they could out wit the leader of the Black Knights. Funny.
Standing amongst the masses of folk in the lower part of the gang, the brunette stood silently, tucking away her cell phone and wearing her normal innocent smile. Yes, people assumed she was a sweetie, well those who had never faced her in battle. Always the common line: "Please go easy on me, I'm new to this." would be said before a battle began. Those poor darlings would always find themselves on the losing end of the battle. Well, apart from Gabriel whom she had once faced in a Fight Club of sorts and of course the dog, who beat her in a jello wrestling match. Yes, probably not some of her finest moments, but there was not much that could be done about it. What happened, happened.
The booming voice of a muscle bound man with his hair slicked back could be heard, his voice was kind of rough and sounded like he meant business. The question lingered on the minds of those in the lower ranks, did they really stand a chance in the battle to come? Or would they be defeated? Surely, if Gabriel were to fight he'd destroy them.... Yes.
"There is really no point in fighting us, you are going to lose Gabriel. Why not back down? What are you fighting for." The gruff man questioned as he eyed the leader, all the while malice intentions drifted in his mind. It was obvious he wanted to make the leader cry. Obviously, he loved hurting those who stand up to him, it was kind of an obsession. One could tell the way he looked at the Black Knights, the way he stared, obviously picturing himself hurting them in some way. Yes, it was how he got his kicks.
Silence set in, the only noises were from the school with the still worried students as they questioned what was going on. Was there a fire? Was there a way out of it all? Poor dears.... A laugh was heard over all the racket, had Gabriel lost his mind? Looking at the dark haired young man, Addie raised a brow in question. What was he thinking?
"Do you really think you and your pitiful Committee stands a chance against us?"
There was no reply, the man merely raise a hand and dropped it back down quickly. It was a signal, with that the committee and those who had encircled the Black Knights dashed towards the target. Quickly and without another word, the battle began. A battle to reshape the school and make the hand of opression set them free. It was time for the D.C to be disbanded. It was time for the school to be reformed... He had a dream....Gabriel would stop at nothing to complete the goal.
Even if it meant using the Pillar System....[/ul][/size]
Worrying in a room of white, with accents of colour from medical supplies and equipment, the brunette sat up slowly, pain shot up through her back and sides. She looked over her bed as the other people receiving medical attention. There was a young man with a faux hawk walking towards her, Gabriel's right hand man; Victor D'armond. He'd walk to the center of the room and grin at everyone.
"Good news! We won!" He spoke in a cheerful tone to all in the room, even though he was bruised and battered from the fight. There was his ever constant smile on his tanned face. "Though, Gabriel might have over done it a little." The young man added with a laugh as he pointed out to the hall, the other members of the black kngihts would start to laugh, all feeling better knowing they didn't fight for nothing.
So, Gabriel would heal and once again take his place in the spot of a leader, not only of his gang but the school. For the longest time I always assumed that his three hands would always be at his side helping him along. But things do change with the introduction of other players in the game. There was a time when Reira, my old roommate from way back then. Though, none of that was my business, you just get the feel that there was something there once upon a time; or it still lingered. I don't really know about it all, but there was drama, it was high school, of course there was drama! It wouldn't be the same without it.
With time Gabriel would try to take over the whole school, winning over the support of the masses....with club influence and influence in sports. Heck, even I started a club back then. The school was slowly looking better, improving bit by bit, even after half the school walked out on Gabriel during his little speech thing. I felt so sorry for him at that time, but sometimes actions speak louder then pretty words.
Once again the school seemed to be in danger, powerful people were found rampaging in the halls, threatening students and what not. I really wasn't around for it all, but I remember hearing people talk about the gods. At first I assumed it was about an Ancient Civilization class lesson, but as the conversation progressed that day, things became more clear. The school and its students were in trouble and being the School Captain, Gabriel jumped in to stop it, along side of some of the school's finest. Maybe I'm getting a little a head of myself in telling this story....I'm not sure if that even had relevance to what I'm trying to get at. Things do change... People change. People can disappoint you, it was something I learned in high school.
A young man with a faux hawk paced the field, trying to figure out the best way to word things, while he looked down at a cell phone with an unsent text message. He was leaving the Black Knights, but remaining the head of the football team. He wasn't sure how Gabriel would take it, but he was sure there'd be a fight. He'd fight on, no matter how much stronger Gabriel was. He knew all to well that Gabriel was so very far a head of him, something he'd never deny. But it was worth a shot. To get his point across and to try it at least once. There was no day like today, with that the youngman closed his eyes and pressed send. It was time to wait for his dear bro.
Victor D'Armond! I'm seventeen and I like long walks through the forest, football, women and I love to play my guitar and sing....Get me while I'm hot ladies ; D
Some could question why he ever followed him. Some could say Gabriel's actions were all messed up, that he was some prince of darkness, that he was going to doom the school and its students.Gabriel was interesting, they did interesting things together under the name of the Black Knights and they bonded and became bros over bomb making, HOW COOL IS THAT?
We all do things for a reason, he has his reasons for things done and I have mine for things to come....
Turning around slowly, the blonde smiled at his comrade; at least he showed up. A very brief exchange in words followed by a battle where the victor was obvious. The young man with the faux hawk fell at the hands of his bro. But not all was lost.......
Walking down the halls of this rundown school, seeing the faces that are familiar, seeing those whom I clearly remember. Seeing those whom I've not seen since being at a previous school. Losing one's way in the world and reuniting with people...Over and over again, in an endless cycle. Finding them again and again in different places. With the rate of moving around from school to school, it's not too much of a surprise to see a person again. No matter how far you travel, no matter how many schools you go to, you always find them again. With added stories to tell. Such interesting people you meet in the public school system.
Scanning the hallways of the revamped #739, her blue stare met with Cerulean. Reira was a girl whom was a perfect example of someone that she was constantly being brought back together with. Starting at #250, meeting in a numberless school in Alaska, and then at #739 again. There was a gap in time where she was at some other school, it mattered not. A slight nod and smile in the direction of the girl and Addie was once again off. Prowling the halls and looking for something interesting to hold her attention, which there usually wasn't much. The chirps and giggles from a pack of wily teen-aged girls, their wandering eyes and their snide comments echoed in her mind. "Do you see how she's dressed?"
Oh giggling girls of the world never seem to know when to shut up, twas a shame they didn't cower in fear. They didn't run and hide like some, it was a shame she couldn't crush a skull or two. But that would blow her cover, she knew that. Sweet, innocent, and kind, it was time to live up to the image she tried to build. Surely it would be a chore, especially with certain folk around. Once again the loud pounding of the school bell filled the school and slowly following the rotation for class, the clatter of lockers and jumbled chattering of hundreds of people as they moved.
Light brown ringlets bounced as the fox roamed through the congested corridor's of #739, there was a faint smirk on her beautiful face as she looked upon all the faces of the nobodies before her; it was kind of funny. New school order under the hands of Gabriel, nothing seems to have changed, it was funny. The idea of a school republic was silly, just a lost cause. Brave young man wished to make the school a better place, but high school is a brief time in ones life, forgotten after graduation; why bother?
There was a time when I loved Gabriel, there was a time when I protected those dear to me from him. Tangled in webs of lies and danger. Best friends and family. Truth stretched too far and bridges ready to crumble. Even at first, I loved him more then Chuck....I guess times change and so do people's feelings. They can fixed slowly or even as quick as a blink of an eye....
Not long after the incident involving Gabriel and Reira's house. After the death of Bart, and the uncovering of many covered events. Finding out the truth after years of deceit and sorrow. After an act of revenge for all those taken from the Dark Prince...only more sorrow is dragged forth. One by one, filling, emptying, and topping off once again. Going down like glasses of water on a hot day, he seeks to drown the world, remove himself from a sense of feeling; tossed into a sea of depression. At a loss, reality is blurred and confusing. Impaired. A low murmur from a living room, light brown eyes focus on a large window, whilst a figure stumbles as it makes its way to a large easy chair. Losing balance and crashing into things, a hand clutched tightly around the neck of a glass bottle of whiskey. Muffled pleas from a female voice, followed by crude and slurred insults and comments.
They hold no meaning, they are being influenced by alcohol.
It smells bad and burns going down, you feel it in your nose. He's spiraling again, there's no way out of the nightly match of voices. She cares for him and he's too intoxicated to know it. Never give up, never stop, she can't leave him alone. Space in her heart that once belonged to the prince, now was filled with worry and love for the man before her. Crumpled in a chair, submerged in a mix of emotions, the man brooded away; lost in the cushions of his chair.
Repeating...
Night after night.
It was raining that night, the sky was clouded over as it wept away sorrows for the sins committed on the land. Pelting buildings and people with large cold drops of rain. The living room was empty, the loft was too actually. Forced out into horrible weather, ringlets grew straight and heavy from the rain. As strangers with umbrellas or newspapers covering their heads ran by, there she caught sight of him. Teetering over the edge, hand still clutching the bottle as tightly as ever he stood. Chuck Bass lingered at the top of his hotel, seemingly ready to throw his young life away. Gasps and questions arose from the people on the ground. Pushing through the plethora of bystanders, Reira DeMorvick made her way into the hotel, rushing to the top floor, all the while praying that Chuck was okay.
She did not plan on losing a loved one that day.
Exchanges of words, a fumble and a save, Reira pulled Chuck up from the edge. His hands were shaky and the bottle had long since crashed on the cement. Both figures drenched to the bone. A confession of true love and a promise was formed. Together in love and no longer idling in lies.
Silly days of young love followed the sad events of a rainy Friday afternoon in Long Beach....
The cheery voice of a dark haired woman as she spoke of sewing and the elements of design, her dark wavy hair swayed as she spoke with actions and giggled. The students in the class stared in wonder, all the while questioning if the woman was cracked. Words spoken of Sasquatch and white making everything look bigger. The ever constant tick tick ticking of the clock. Oh high school days, where with a blink of an eye a class could pass, or the clock arm could stay in one place for what seemed like an eternity. Where on the brightest and nicest of days, you find yourself trapped in the four walls of a classroom, admiring the beauty outside.
Whispers and the thumping of a sewing machine as it started up, criss crossing of threads as they passed through fabric, binding two pieces together. A bored audience witnessed a questionable woman as she worked away. Trying to teach young minds the powers of the sewing machine and the fun of making one's own clothing. Not like I didn't know it all at that time... The German Japanese girl's mind wandered, thinking about the things that were to come.
The future was uncertain, but everyone knew that.[/ul][/size]
It's morning
It's morning, the halls are alive once again, its a day of class; like every other one. People arrive in waves, with the number growing ever so slightly with each passing group. Sitting on the cold, smooth floors of the school, discoloured and questionable, she watched people as they slowly filled the school. Large groups, small groups, all passed in front. Cold aura and stares, intermingled whispering of people filled the halls, the volume lowering slowly with the approach of the Dark Prince. No one would question him, the School Captain.
With a smirk on his pale face, and thin black hair that drooped almost over his eyes, he'd stalk the halls, swallowing the warmth that gathered and freezing the students with his mere presence. A man to be feared and one to be respected, though not many did hold respect for the young man with the metal arm. Walking closely, his dog would yip and yap; chattering on about something that lacked importance. She was out of sight on his left, giving Addie a chance to greet the new King. Smiling in his direction and a simple wave, the Prince of Darkness would merely nod and acknowledge her existence. What more could be asked.... She was just a nobody in the group, just a pawn to be given orders. Were we all pawns in his little game??
A title that many want, that only the strong can hold, whether being liked or not, you hold power over everyone. Especially in defeating the strongest, you can find yourself in a position where people come after you, whether be it for the title, or for the way you parade about.....That day I challenged Matrim, it wasn't a complete failure. Who could have fathomed that things that happened did.It was successful, though many would love to say otherwise. Surely they were just looking at from the battle, looking at it without fully seeing it... Which meant many things. For they were all witnessing the first movement of a tale to be told for years to follow. Whether they wanted too or not, they were all entangled in something far greater then a simple title...
The sun hung over the school as it began its slow descent over the horizon, students made their way from the building. Classes were over,the chatter had reached its peak and slowly died away. He sat in the courtyard, a chess board set up, there was something a foot. A dark haired young man was determined as he waited, his bright green eyes looked at passing students as they slowly made their way from the school, alive with talk of club, classes and homework. It was just another day to them, some never knowing what would happen moments following their leave of the school. He smirked. Gabriel waited silently and patiently for his opponent....to wake up. Moment after moment passed and it was time for the show to start.
"Matrim Gallagher!! I challenge you in contestation for your title!"
Moments to follow there was a reply,the beast king had woken up; so began the battle. Not one to be held on a small board, but a match of strength on his large scale game board. It didn't take long before many other players joined up with the king, words of all sorts were said to the Dark Prince; though they mattered not to him. He had his agenda, they'd not ruin it simply by speaking; they could think what they liked, it wouldn't change a thing. After a speech or two, perhaps some could assume he'd back down, no revelation to change his ways, nothing good for them came of the battle. Thought to be doing good, a maiden appeared on the field, only to be used against her fiance. The young man was fighting dirty, but what was to be expected? threatening to kill a pregnant woman; bluff or not it was still underhanded. Soon enough, kings of the past joined sides with Matrim; the schools finest decided it was time to stop dear Gabriel. Never once did he quiver or quack in fear at those who assembled to shut him down, he was proud, he was ready to face it to the end. Long before the battle ever started, the winner was obvious. A match of strength was probably what the simple chess match would turn into. After all, he was fighting for a title. At the time he stood not a chance against the beast king, eventually he'd leave him in his shadow. Growing to consume, fighting to be the king. Always seeking more power, more everything, more to rule! Gabriel Dark Prince of the Black Knights would lose the battle, sacrificing himself for the beast king upon misconduct of a lower rank. It ended with a bang.
The school yard fell silent as the sky clouded over, weeping out its sorrows for violence untold. The crowd dispersed slowly, looking back where the Prince had fallen, victim to his own heart. Their footsteps echoed through the silence as they left behind the school; minds heavy with thought. How can great people sink so low?
No title was won, only the angered feelings from others. It would have appeared that his empire was crumbling beneath his feet. A simple miscalculation, a common mistake, it would appear down hill Gabriel would fall. But everyone can get fooled by the performance of a good actor.
Oh what a tangled web we weave
Passing in the hall, the new King of Darkness would head to class, leaving people to breath once again. Continuing with his parade, sucking the life out of those with no strength and those beneath him, leaving the area feeling cold with an aura that could kill. Red eyes would stare down even the most confident down to the ground. The poor folk on his bad side, would probably suffer. A smirk would unfold across the face of Addie as she watched the students slowly return to normal. People were interesting to say the least.
People that feared their king and his cronies, what a life to live. Always afraid of his ever changing mind, whether he was good or bad; it always seemed to waver. Always catching him at different times, moments where I was afraid of him, others where he was a bud, and of course there were times when I couldn't tell what was going on. But then again, I guess none of us really knew what was going on in his head, did we? It was kind of unsettling how it was so hard to read him.
But I guess it was probably for the best that we didn't know.
Facing coincidence after coincidence the world slowly seems smaller, as people meet up again and again. Thought to have disappeared, always leaving and coming back. Falling off the planet again and again..... It's always for the best to just go along with it, smile and try to make the best of the high school years. She'd smile and look out to the people that filled the cafeteria, faces mixed together, faces that seemed familiar; but from time to time it just seemed like her mind was playing tricks on her.
The questionable aroma of food unsanitary for anyone to eat drifted in the large room of tables. The loud voices of others trying to talk over the collected noise was enough to make anyone aggravated, why was it no one could talk quietly? Did they always have to engage in competitions with others, whether be for fighting or volume. Across the room sat a tall dark haired young man and at his side was a very short girl, whom was a past king. They sat together enjoying some prepared at home foods! A much better choice then cafeteria food. Familiar from days long since past, she'd remember seeing him in class or passing in the hall. He'd come far to be in the school, just like she had. Origin found in Japan, leading to Alaska and then to California. Some people walk the same path as others without even knowing it.
It started a long time ago, I remember the days in Japan. Prisoner within a school, a second chance for those who do wrong in the world. A good idea if done correctly, the world was giving horrible people a chance to reform. But from bad people, horrible things spawn from. Running rampant and destroying what was thought to be good. Freeing the wrongfully convicted and the people from its oppressive walls. Given a chance to do that all over, to pick to be a prisoner or to be another faceless person, doomed in a prison...I'd still pick being sent to....'that' place...
In japan, there is place that many weary travelers originate from. A school filled with danger, whether it be the people within the walls, or the weird group outside of it. Things were odd, but from it brought people together in an uncertain world. Given little freedom, being able to move freely, and being free from shackles. Three young people met, Matrim Gallagher, Reira DeMorvick and Alex Hikari. Many adventures would take place in the school. As time progressed two of which would date, leaving poor Alex Hikari a third wheel. They'd be friends and have fun, for their time at the school. Then again who doesn't have their memories of school?
Lazy days in the court yard, chillin with friends, days spent indoors, and those outside. Skipping class just because you could, or showing up late and having it out with the teacher, making friends, fighting with one's peers, goofing off in the library, and saving the princess from the hands of evil, high school was high school no matter how you put it. Door way to the world and the heart. Silly days spent with your best friends, and days with the person whom you loved. Making bad decisions and making good. Many changes take place, physically and mentally, shaping who you are.
The bell would ring, over powering the noise and then sending people off to their class, leaving behind garbage on the tables, wrappers, empty bottles, and boxes. Full with nourishment from their lunch, they would head to class dreading the afternoon to follow. The school would slowly become quiet as students disappeared into their classrooms, leaving the odd student here and there to wander the halls. Listening at doors to the faint voices from beyond thick metal doors, peering in through windows at their peers and laughing.
Sometimes it would seem like another place once the masses dispersed, leaving behind the diligent workers as they scribbled away in their notebooks. Almost like a normal school, until looking at the rest of the room. Tables turned over and garbage remain the only things that tell a story. Fights and rowdy teenagers, even in the lunchroom, is something that always seems present. Then again, it wouldn't be the same had it lacked those aspects, right?
She'd smile and headed out, being one of few to clear the table of her garbage, looking back as custodians slowly emerge from a hidden door to begin cleaning, removing all traces of anything that ever happened that day. Turning and walking, she'd find her way, following the same old halls, she'd walk everyday. It was a pattern she'd gotten used too, it was kind of nice. Staying in one place for a long time... School could be redundant, day in and day out. Whether it be in class or in the hall, it would always have a lingering feel as if doom lurked beyond the corner. Somewhere within the school stood a challenge far greater then most had faced. Almost like history repeats itself, so does the events of the school. Basic ideas remained the same, just different people pulling the strings.
We were pawns without even knowing it. Without a way out, we'd walk the path we were given, making bumps and curves along the way...Trying to fight the current in a place we'd someday leave. High school was pulling us in every direction, trying to make the path to our goals just a little more difficult..But never for a moment were we ever going to give it the chance to run us over. We'd always continue to stand proud... After all, we stood against many things, always following simple words. Never give up.[/ul][/size]
They do not play true to the characters used. I only own Addie Balfour. Ryan-Gabriel, Robbie- Alexis, and the other characters belong to the people~ XD; I'm not half finished this hair brained piece of lame! XD;;;
-Jiro
xoxoxox <3
Note: The Pillar system was disbanded int he school, in order to make sure they had complete control over everything. Hence the D.C. They fight for what they believe[or are forced to believe] is right. Strong, can be compared to some of the power houses of 259. I was really bored when I wrote this and I wanted to tie random events together and create some.
The writing is horrible, I have no muse for anything.
and yeah.
Any opinions? XD; LOL!
Where can I fix my writing style?
It's being told from the perspective of Addie looking back at it. with the goldenrod italics.
>____>;;; I fail....
All We Know
1.[/b][/color][/size][/center]
Standing silently on the roof, hands grasping the fence that shielded those from falling. A bright blue gaze looked down into the pit of fury that was yet another fight. The echoes of crude words and shouting on the barren school grounds, the gruesome crack of baseball bat on student was heard, followed by a scream or two signifying pain of some sort. A pointless fight had broke out between two minor gangs at the base of the food chain. Compiled mostly of lower graded students, they were nothing compared to some of the greatest threats in the the public school on the hill. Far from down town, up a hill, stood a school that once stood proud with doors open to transfers, believing they were helping the world by allowing the flock of black sheep into their school. Now, the school officials probably regretted the very decision to do so. The clear bar-less windows were broken, the shiny new lockers were all dented or torn off the hinges, and the ground was stained with various colours from pranks and fighting.
Whistles were heard, there was a cry or two. The disciplinary committee took action and headed down to the fight. From the roof there was a smile, watching the little students have their silly little fight broken up. It was lovely, watching as they suffered the very same things they did to others. Watching as one by one the members of the gang fell to the committee. There was one thing to be said about Public High School #739, it had a decent clean up team. When the faculty didn't want to intervene, they'd send in the D.C to do the dirty work.
The Disciplinary Committee was headed by the faculty of the school, it had students that were specially trained in the school's predisessor, a middle school of some sort. The were to take out all threats that were to cause the school any problems. It seemed the D.C was lucky this time, after all.....Had they gone against a different gang, perhaps one of higher standing, they'd be wiped out in a moment. After all, they weren't at the top of the food chain for nothing.
A strong breeze pushed by, causing hair to sway and flutter along with it. Taking a step back and turning around, the brunette would head towards the door to the school. The fight was over, there wasn't anything to watch anymore, so there was no point in staying any longer. The hallways were a buzz with chatter, paranoid people looked all around, looking for the person to avoid. Which in some cases was everyone. The short, the tall, the extremely tall, and those in the middle, people to be feared came in all shapes and sizes. It wasn't hard to tell who was a transfer, they had a strange feel to them, and probably looked a little out of the ordinary. It seemed to be a common trend in transfers. If the looks didn't give it away, the attacks would. Yep, you'd probably find out a little too late, being on the receiving end of a powerful punch to the face, or something in the physical assault sense.
I'd almost pity them, had they not been such jerks to the masses from Public High School #735. It's not right to judge everyone because there are a few bad eggs in the bunch. Silly people, had they been normal, surely they'd have less trouble. But, I guess they dug their own graves, not much can be done now about it, I guess.
Walking down the halls, passing folk of strange origin, people from all parts of the world. It was strange how they all seemed to come together in public schools, the stories behind them all seemed to very; it was always amusing. Still there remained a smile on the naturally tanned face of the brunette. Gloved hands tucked away in the pockets of short shorts, and head covered in a toque and a set of goggles. Listening to the murmuring of the people int he halls, the squeaking and the slamming of the damaged lockers that lined the hallways. Shuffling of people as they trudged along to their next class, all the while dreading getting on someone's nerves; whether be student or teacher. The harmless folk quivered in fear as a transfer or gang member walked by. It was notice able, probably from their massed attacks, or the jackets, or even as simple as seeing the signature phone of a group.
Those poor unfortunate souls.
Lost in a sea of fear and paranoia, dreading the remainder of the time left in high school, all the while praying for an escape in college. They'd always be doomed to follow along in the waves of transfers as one by one the schools fell and deemed it necessary to move the students elsewhere. Transfer students were an ever reoccurring curse to the education system, even if it wasn't all of them, a great amount would always cause trouble. Always leaving a school in shambles and always having to pick up and go else where. The loud ringing of the bell informed all that it was time to get to class. Pushing and shoving the packed halls would rush to their classes, not wishing to anger the teachers. The good students would be there on time, whilst the not so grand ones would find themselves late and laughing about it.
From the back of an English classroom, a bright blue gaze observed as the three late students were scolded by the teacher, it was all verbal until someone laughed about it. Things went to violent and then a fight broke out. Three transfers against the English teacher Strife. He was tall and muscular, probably someone that you shouldn't mess with. But what can be expected of the silly little transfers. After a few moments, the fight was over, the teacher was the victor was of course Mr. Strife. He turned his back and there was a person outside the classroom taking notes, seen for a moment then they dashed off.
How strange...
"Now, I'd like to start-" The man was cut off by the a loud ringing, as the school was required to have everyone evacuated in case of the fire alarm being pulled.... The class filed out of the room, the teacher followed not far behind, dragging the young men who dared cross him. The halls were once again packed, the chatter was louder as to be heard over the loud annoying sounds of the fire alarm. With books under her arm, she weaved through the crowds of students, in search of some 'friends'. Whispering could be heard with every person she passed, they were talking about the Black Knights.
My name is Addie Balfour, I'm a sophomore in high school, I have transfered from five schools, all of them had been under the Corporal Punishment System. I was born in Germany, where I'd live with my parents Yuuto Watanabi and Eva Balfour for approximately twelve years before moving to Japan with my father Yuuto. I went to school in Japan for a while, before getting kicked out for fighting. Where I entered the American education system....as a transfer. I'm a member of the Black Knights, a gang that was started by Gabriel Seran. I know him as a comrade, I guess. But, I remain a useless pawn in his little gamme. Ha ha ha ha!
Someone stuck out a foot, hoping to trip the Queen of PMS, which only landed the poor fellow a lot of pain as she turned around and quickly punched the guy in the face. A smirk spread across her face as she watched the guy fall to the ground, mighty hidden in a crowd, yet pathetic alone. It seemed that many of the people were like that. Turning around, she'd once again continue to head towards the designated fire escape, along side of a pack of transfers.
A gloomy young man walked through the crowd, at his side was his shorter best bro, and then of course his dog. Who was some short Australian girl that could often be seen pawing at the tall dark haired young man. His eyes were red, from an accident involving Qi. That at the time didn't seem to have any importance to the tale being told. His gaze carefully scanned the crowds, watching as he saw those under his rule as they made their way to the positions. Yes, he was planning something.
Gabriel Seran! Age 18...Leader of the Black Knights.
His hands were also tucked away, out of sight and deep within pockets of black pants. There was a cell phone open in his pocket, his finger gently traced the send button as he slowly made his way with the crowd to the outside of the school. Pressing the button, black cell phones through out the crowd that belonged to the Black Knights would go off silently. It was the cue. The group would rush towards the doors, leaving before the rest of the herd was able to find day light. Teachers noticed the move and summoned forth the Disciplinary Committee.
Falling into Gabriel's hands.
It always seemed like everything would always work out for Gabriel, but that's just because he's amazing; regardless of what select others have to say. He's a good leader. There was a smirk on the pale face of the queen of the Black Knights, the dog would rush forward following Gabriel and sticking close to her tall leader. She was much shorter then he was, but that didn't mean she wasn't able to do so.
Alexis Green. Australian....I'M NOT A DOG!
Her green gaze scanned the area before them. The school grounds were empty, not even the teachers were out yet. Or were they? Once all the members of the Black Knights exited the school, the doors slammed behind them, trapping frantic students behind the steel door. Banging and loud cries could be heard. What was going on? She looked from the left to the right, trying to find the cause of the door. Behind them stood a few members of the faculty. The obviously more skilled ones, along side the D.C. Smirks across each of their faces as they looked to the challenge.
The school planned on taking out the Black Knights.
At Gabriel's command they were to start the battle, ever waiting for the other side to make the first move. Then it would be defending one's self...Rather then fighting a pointless battle. Regardless or not if the entire thing was all apart of his plan. He'd chuckle, his red gaze locked with the leader. Then he'd smile, oh what fun could be had with all the folk assembled, all according to plan. Silly people assumed they could out wit the leader of the Black Knights. Funny.
Standing amongst the masses of folk in the lower part of the gang, the brunette stood silently, tucking away her cell phone and wearing her normal innocent smile. Yes, people assumed she was a sweetie, well those who had never faced her in battle. Always the common line: "Please go easy on me, I'm new to this." would be said before a battle began. Those poor darlings would always find themselves on the losing end of the battle. Well, apart from Gabriel whom she had once faced in a Fight Club of sorts and of course the dog, who beat her in a jello wrestling match. Yes, probably not some of her finest moments, but there was not much that could be done about it. What happened, happened.
The booming voice of a muscle bound man with his hair slicked back could be heard, his voice was kind of rough and sounded like he meant business. The question lingered on the minds of those in the lower ranks, did they really stand a chance in the battle to come? Or would they be defeated? Surely, if Gabriel were to fight he'd destroy them.... Yes.
"There is really no point in fighting us, you are going to lose Gabriel. Why not back down? What are you fighting for." The gruff man questioned as he eyed the leader, all the while malice intentions drifted in his mind. It was obvious he wanted to make the leader cry. Obviously, he loved hurting those who stand up to him, it was kind of an obsession. One could tell the way he looked at the Black Knights, the way he stared, obviously picturing himself hurting them in some way. Yes, it was how he got his kicks.
Silence set in, the only noises were from the school with the still worried students as they questioned what was going on. Was there a fire? Was there a way out of it all? Poor dears.... A laugh was heard over all the racket, had Gabriel lost his mind? Looking at the dark haired young man, Addie raised a brow in question. What was he thinking?
"Do you really think you and your pitiful Committee stands a chance against us?"
There was no reply, the man merely raise a hand and dropped it back down quickly. It was a signal, with that the committee and those who had encircled the Black Knights dashed towards the target. Quickly and without another word, the battle began. A battle to reshape the school and make the hand of opression set them free. It was time for the D.C to be disbanded. It was time for the school to be reformed... He had a dream....Gabriel would stop at nothing to complete the goal.
Even if it meant using the Pillar System....[/ul][/size]
2.
Worrying in a room of white, with accents of colour from medical supplies and equipment, the brunette sat up slowly, pain shot up through her back and sides. She looked over her bed as the other people receiving medical attention. There was a young man with a faux hawk walking towards her, Gabriel's right hand man; Victor D'armond. He'd walk to the center of the room and grin at everyone.
"Good news! We won!" He spoke in a cheerful tone to all in the room, even though he was bruised and battered from the fight. There was his ever constant smile on his tanned face. "Though, Gabriel might have over done it a little." The young man added with a laugh as he pointed out to the hall, the other members of the black kngihts would start to laugh, all feeling better knowing they didn't fight for nothing.
So, Gabriel would heal and once again take his place in the spot of a leader, not only of his gang but the school. For the longest time I always assumed that his three hands would always be at his side helping him along. But things do change with the introduction of other players in the game. There was a time when Reira, my old roommate from way back then. Though, none of that was my business, you just get the feel that there was something there once upon a time; or it still lingered. I don't really know about it all, but there was drama, it was high school, of course there was drama! It wouldn't be the same without it.
With time Gabriel would try to take over the whole school, winning over the support of the masses....with club influence and influence in sports. Heck, even I started a club back then. The school was slowly looking better, improving bit by bit, even after half the school walked out on Gabriel during his little speech thing. I felt so sorry for him at that time, but sometimes actions speak louder then pretty words.
Once again the school seemed to be in danger, powerful people were found rampaging in the halls, threatening students and what not. I really wasn't around for it all, but I remember hearing people talk about the gods. At first I assumed it was about an Ancient Civilization class lesson, but as the conversation progressed that day, things became more clear. The school and its students were in trouble and being the School Captain, Gabriel jumped in to stop it, along side of some of the school's finest. Maybe I'm getting a little a head of myself in telling this story....I'm not sure if that even had relevance to what I'm trying to get at. Things do change... People change. People can disappoint you, it was something I learned in high school.
A young man with a faux hawk paced the field, trying to figure out the best way to word things, while he looked down at a cell phone with an unsent text message. He was leaving the Black Knights, but remaining the head of the football team. He wasn't sure how Gabriel would take it, but he was sure there'd be a fight. He'd fight on, no matter how much stronger Gabriel was. He knew all to well that Gabriel was so very far a head of him, something he'd never deny. But it was worth a shot. To get his point across and to try it at least once. There was no day like today, with that the youngman closed his eyes and pressed send. It was time to wait for his dear bro.
Victor D'Armond! I'm seventeen and I like long walks through the forest, football, women and I love to play my guitar and sing....Get me while I'm hot ladies ; D
Some could question why he ever followed him. Some could say Gabriel's actions were all messed up, that he was some prince of darkness, that he was going to doom the school and its students.Gabriel was interesting, they did interesting things together under the name of the Black Knights and they bonded and became bros over bomb making, HOW COOL IS THAT?
We all do things for a reason, he has his reasons for things done and I have mine for things to come....
Turning around slowly, the blonde smiled at his comrade; at least he showed up. A very brief exchange in words followed by a battle where the victor was obvious. The young man with the faux hawk fell at the hands of his bro. But not all was lost.......
Walking down the halls of this rundown school, seeing the faces that are familiar, seeing those whom I clearly remember. Seeing those whom I've not seen since being at a previous school. Losing one's way in the world and reuniting with people...Over and over again, in an endless cycle. Finding them again and again in different places. With the rate of moving around from school to school, it's not too much of a surprise to see a person again. No matter how far you travel, no matter how many schools you go to, you always find them again. With added stories to tell. Such interesting people you meet in the public school system.
Scanning the hallways of the revamped #739, her blue stare met with Cerulean. Reira was a girl whom was a perfect example of someone that she was constantly being brought back together with. Starting at #250, meeting in a numberless school in Alaska, and then at #739 again. There was a gap in time where she was at some other school, it mattered not. A slight nod and smile in the direction of the girl and Addie was once again off. Prowling the halls and looking for something interesting to hold her attention, which there usually wasn't much. The chirps and giggles from a pack of wily teen-aged girls, their wandering eyes and their snide comments echoed in her mind. "Do you see how she's dressed?"
Oh giggling girls of the world never seem to know when to shut up, twas a shame they didn't cower in fear. They didn't run and hide like some, it was a shame she couldn't crush a skull or two. But that would blow her cover, she knew that. Sweet, innocent, and kind, it was time to live up to the image she tried to build. Surely it would be a chore, especially with certain folk around. Once again the loud pounding of the school bell filled the school and slowly following the rotation for class, the clatter of lockers and jumbled chattering of hundreds of people as they moved.
Light brown ringlets bounced as the fox roamed through the congested corridor's of #739, there was a faint smirk on her beautiful face as she looked upon all the faces of the nobodies before her; it was kind of funny. New school order under the hands of Gabriel, nothing seems to have changed, it was funny. The idea of a school republic was silly, just a lost cause. Brave young man wished to make the school a better place, but high school is a brief time in ones life, forgotten after graduation; why bother?
There was a time when I loved Gabriel, there was a time when I protected those dear to me from him. Tangled in webs of lies and danger. Best friends and family. Truth stretched too far and bridges ready to crumble. Even at first, I loved him more then Chuck....I guess times change and so do people's feelings. They can fixed slowly or even as quick as a blink of an eye....
Not long after the incident involving Gabriel and Reira's house. After the death of Bart, and the uncovering of many covered events. Finding out the truth after years of deceit and sorrow. After an act of revenge for all those taken from the Dark Prince...only more sorrow is dragged forth. One by one, filling, emptying, and topping off once again. Going down like glasses of water on a hot day, he seeks to drown the world, remove himself from a sense of feeling; tossed into a sea of depression. At a loss, reality is blurred and confusing. Impaired. A low murmur from a living room, light brown eyes focus on a large window, whilst a figure stumbles as it makes its way to a large easy chair. Losing balance and crashing into things, a hand clutched tightly around the neck of a glass bottle of whiskey. Muffled pleas from a female voice, followed by crude and slurred insults and comments.
They hold no meaning, they are being influenced by alcohol.
It smells bad and burns going down, you feel it in your nose. He's spiraling again, there's no way out of the nightly match of voices. She cares for him and he's too intoxicated to know it. Never give up, never stop, she can't leave him alone. Space in her heart that once belonged to the prince, now was filled with worry and love for the man before her. Crumpled in a chair, submerged in a mix of emotions, the man brooded away; lost in the cushions of his chair.
Repeating...
Night after night.
It was raining that night, the sky was clouded over as it wept away sorrows for the sins committed on the land. Pelting buildings and people with large cold drops of rain. The living room was empty, the loft was too actually. Forced out into horrible weather, ringlets grew straight and heavy from the rain. As strangers with umbrellas or newspapers covering their heads ran by, there she caught sight of him. Teetering over the edge, hand still clutching the bottle as tightly as ever he stood. Chuck Bass lingered at the top of his hotel, seemingly ready to throw his young life away. Gasps and questions arose from the people on the ground. Pushing through the plethora of bystanders, Reira DeMorvick made her way into the hotel, rushing to the top floor, all the while praying that Chuck was okay.
She did not plan on losing a loved one that day.
Exchanges of words, a fumble and a save, Reira pulled Chuck up from the edge. His hands were shaky and the bottle had long since crashed on the cement. Both figures drenched to the bone. A confession of true love and a promise was formed. Together in love and no longer idling in lies.
Silly days of young love followed the sad events of a rainy Friday afternoon in Long Beach....
The cheery voice of a dark haired woman as she spoke of sewing and the elements of design, her dark wavy hair swayed as she spoke with actions and giggled. The students in the class stared in wonder, all the while questioning if the woman was cracked. Words spoken of Sasquatch and white making everything look bigger. The ever constant tick tick ticking of the clock. Oh high school days, where with a blink of an eye a class could pass, or the clock arm could stay in one place for what seemed like an eternity. Where on the brightest and nicest of days, you find yourself trapped in the four walls of a classroom, admiring the beauty outside.
Whispers and the thumping of a sewing machine as it started up, criss crossing of threads as they passed through fabric, binding two pieces together. A bored audience witnessed a questionable woman as she worked away. Trying to teach young minds the powers of the sewing machine and the fun of making one's own clothing. Not like I didn't know it all at that time... The German Japanese girl's mind wandered, thinking about the things that were to come.
The future was uncertain, but everyone knew that.[/ul][/size]
3.
It's morning
It's morning, the halls are alive once again, its a day of class; like every other one. People arrive in waves, with the number growing ever so slightly with each passing group. Sitting on the cold, smooth floors of the school, discoloured and questionable, she watched people as they slowly filled the school. Large groups, small groups, all passed in front. Cold aura and stares, intermingled whispering of people filled the halls, the volume lowering slowly with the approach of the Dark Prince. No one would question him, the School Captain.
With a smirk on his pale face, and thin black hair that drooped almost over his eyes, he'd stalk the halls, swallowing the warmth that gathered and freezing the students with his mere presence. A man to be feared and one to be respected, though not many did hold respect for the young man with the metal arm. Walking closely, his dog would yip and yap; chattering on about something that lacked importance. She was out of sight on his left, giving Addie a chance to greet the new King. Smiling in his direction and a simple wave, the Prince of Darkness would merely nod and acknowledge her existence. What more could be asked.... She was just a nobody in the group, just a pawn to be given orders. Were we all pawns in his little game??
A title that many want, that only the strong can hold, whether being liked or not, you hold power over everyone. Especially in defeating the strongest, you can find yourself in a position where people come after you, whether be it for the title, or for the way you parade about.....That day I challenged Matrim, it wasn't a complete failure. Who could have fathomed that things that happened did.It was successful, though many would love to say otherwise. Surely they were just looking at from the battle, looking at it without fully seeing it... Which meant many things. For they were all witnessing the first movement of a tale to be told for years to follow. Whether they wanted too or not, they were all entangled in something far greater then a simple title...
The sun hung over the school as it began its slow descent over the horizon, students made their way from the building. Classes were over,the chatter had reached its peak and slowly died away. He sat in the courtyard, a chess board set up, there was something a foot. A dark haired young man was determined as he waited, his bright green eyes looked at passing students as they slowly made their way from the school, alive with talk of club, classes and homework. It was just another day to them, some never knowing what would happen moments following their leave of the school. He smirked. Gabriel waited silently and patiently for his opponent....to wake up. Moment after moment passed and it was time for the show to start.
"Matrim Gallagher!! I challenge you in contestation for your title!"
Moments to follow there was a reply,the beast king had woken up; so began the battle. Not one to be held on a small board, but a match of strength on his large scale game board. It didn't take long before many other players joined up with the king, words of all sorts were said to the Dark Prince; though they mattered not to him. He had his agenda, they'd not ruin it simply by speaking; they could think what they liked, it wouldn't change a thing. After a speech or two, perhaps some could assume he'd back down, no revelation to change his ways, nothing good for them came of the battle. Thought to be doing good, a maiden appeared on the field, only to be used against her fiance. The young man was fighting dirty, but what was to be expected? threatening to kill a pregnant woman; bluff or not it was still underhanded. Soon enough, kings of the past joined sides with Matrim; the schools finest decided it was time to stop dear Gabriel. Never once did he quiver or quack in fear at those who assembled to shut him down, he was proud, he was ready to face it to the end. Long before the battle ever started, the winner was obvious. A match of strength was probably what the simple chess match would turn into. After all, he was fighting for a title. At the time he stood not a chance against the beast king, eventually he'd leave him in his shadow. Growing to consume, fighting to be the king. Always seeking more power, more everything, more to rule! Gabriel Dark Prince of the Black Knights would lose the battle, sacrificing himself for the beast king upon misconduct of a lower rank. It ended with a bang.
The school yard fell silent as the sky clouded over, weeping out its sorrows for violence untold. The crowd dispersed slowly, looking back where the Prince had fallen, victim to his own heart. Their footsteps echoed through the silence as they left behind the school; minds heavy with thought. How can great people sink so low?
No title was won, only the angered feelings from others. It would have appeared that his empire was crumbling beneath his feet. A simple miscalculation, a common mistake, it would appear down hill Gabriel would fall. But everyone can get fooled by the performance of a good actor.
Oh what a tangled web we weave
Passing in the hall, the new King of Darkness would head to class, leaving people to breath once again. Continuing with his parade, sucking the life out of those with no strength and those beneath him, leaving the area feeling cold with an aura that could kill. Red eyes would stare down even the most confident down to the ground. The poor folk on his bad side, would probably suffer. A smirk would unfold across the face of Addie as she watched the students slowly return to normal. People were interesting to say the least.
People that feared their king and his cronies, what a life to live. Always afraid of his ever changing mind, whether he was good or bad; it always seemed to waver. Always catching him at different times, moments where I was afraid of him, others where he was a bud, and of course there were times when I couldn't tell what was going on. But then again, I guess none of us really knew what was going on in his head, did we? It was kind of unsettling how it was so hard to read him.
But I guess it was probably for the best that we didn't know.
Facing coincidence after coincidence the world slowly seems smaller, as people meet up again and again. Thought to have disappeared, always leaving and coming back. Falling off the planet again and again..... It's always for the best to just go along with it, smile and try to make the best of the high school years. She'd smile and look out to the people that filled the cafeteria, faces mixed together, faces that seemed familiar; but from time to time it just seemed like her mind was playing tricks on her.
The questionable aroma of food unsanitary for anyone to eat drifted in the large room of tables. The loud voices of others trying to talk over the collected noise was enough to make anyone aggravated, why was it no one could talk quietly? Did they always have to engage in competitions with others, whether be for fighting or volume. Across the room sat a tall dark haired young man and at his side was a very short girl, whom was a past king. They sat together enjoying some prepared at home foods! A much better choice then cafeteria food. Familiar from days long since past, she'd remember seeing him in class or passing in the hall. He'd come far to be in the school, just like she had. Origin found in Japan, leading to Alaska and then to California. Some people walk the same path as others without even knowing it.
It started a long time ago, I remember the days in Japan. Prisoner within a school, a second chance for those who do wrong in the world. A good idea if done correctly, the world was giving horrible people a chance to reform. But from bad people, horrible things spawn from. Running rampant and destroying what was thought to be good. Freeing the wrongfully convicted and the people from its oppressive walls. Given a chance to do that all over, to pick to be a prisoner or to be another faceless person, doomed in a prison...I'd still pick being sent to....'that' place...
In japan, there is place that many weary travelers originate from. A school filled with danger, whether it be the people within the walls, or the weird group outside of it. Things were odd, but from it brought people together in an uncertain world. Given little freedom, being able to move freely, and being free from shackles. Three young people met, Matrim Gallagher, Reira DeMorvick and Alex Hikari. Many adventures would take place in the school. As time progressed two of which would date, leaving poor Alex Hikari a third wheel. They'd be friends and have fun, for their time at the school. Then again who doesn't have their memories of school?
Lazy days in the court yard, chillin with friends, days spent indoors, and those outside. Skipping class just because you could, or showing up late and having it out with the teacher, making friends, fighting with one's peers, goofing off in the library, and saving the princess from the hands of evil, high school was high school no matter how you put it. Door way to the world and the heart. Silly days spent with your best friends, and days with the person whom you loved. Making bad decisions and making good. Many changes take place, physically and mentally, shaping who you are.
The bell would ring, over powering the noise and then sending people off to their class, leaving behind garbage on the tables, wrappers, empty bottles, and boxes. Full with nourishment from their lunch, they would head to class dreading the afternoon to follow. The school would slowly become quiet as students disappeared into their classrooms, leaving the odd student here and there to wander the halls. Listening at doors to the faint voices from beyond thick metal doors, peering in through windows at their peers and laughing.
Sometimes it would seem like another place once the masses dispersed, leaving behind the diligent workers as they scribbled away in their notebooks. Almost like a normal school, until looking at the rest of the room. Tables turned over and garbage remain the only things that tell a story. Fights and rowdy teenagers, even in the lunchroom, is something that always seems present. Then again, it wouldn't be the same had it lacked those aspects, right?
She'd smile and headed out, being one of few to clear the table of her garbage, looking back as custodians slowly emerge from a hidden door to begin cleaning, removing all traces of anything that ever happened that day. Turning and walking, she'd find her way, following the same old halls, she'd walk everyday. It was a pattern she'd gotten used too, it was kind of nice. Staying in one place for a long time... School could be redundant, day in and day out. Whether it be in class or in the hall, it would always have a lingering feel as if doom lurked beyond the corner. Somewhere within the school stood a challenge far greater then most had faced. Almost like history repeats itself, so does the events of the school. Basic ideas remained the same, just different people pulling the strings.
We were pawns without even knowing it. Without a way out, we'd walk the path we were given, making bumps and curves along the way...Trying to fight the current in a place we'd someday leave. High school was pulling us in every direction, trying to make the path to our goals just a little more difficult..But never for a moment were we ever going to give it the chance to run us over. We'd always continue to stand proud... After all, we stood against many things, always following simple words. Never give up.[/ul][/size]
