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Post by Ryu Hayabusa on Nov 10, 2009 14:35:17 GMT -8
Silent, slow, even footsteps carried a hulking figure through the front gates of the third public high school he'd attended in America. The head of the man was down turned, and the sky was overcast. A thunderstorm rumbled in the far horizon, and the rumbles could be heard as the man walked toward a new hell. The man thought to himself, shocking blue eyes that pierced everything they touched scanned up, then quickly back down. In the din of the darkening of an already sky in the early fall morning, the mans eyes were glowing dully. The last thing he needed right now was attracting more attention.
He was tired, mind, body, and what ever the hell it was that people called a soul. His injuries had long healed, but he was still fucking exhausted. No matter what he did, that man wouldn't die. He brought the entire building down around that man, and still the colossus, who stood even greater than the six foot two figure, just...wouldn't...die. The heart in the mans broad, muscled chest skipped a beat as his endless hatred burned behind his softly glowing blue eyes.
The bulky figure, clad in solid black from head to toe, stopped at the top of the stairs leading into the school. Another rumble of thunder sounded as the man stood just before the doorway. His head tilted back, jet black hair shifting silently against his black suede coat.
~Plit~
A single drop of water fell to the mans forehead where a steel plate attached to a black mask had resided years ago. The depths of his mind took that as a sign. And not a good one. Such nostalgic occurrence could only mean one thing: Dredged up memories in this new hellhole. The man sighed again and dropped his head back down, glancing around the open hall for only a second. A few had been looking in his direction, but the second his eyes fell on them, they looked away, and a moment later, the man was gone, moving with an eerie silence down the hall. Such a large man made no noise while he walked. It was unsettling.
Reaching a gloved hand into the pocket of the coat, the man pulled out a piece of paper. A thick gold band glinted at his wrist as his eyes, which had ceased to glow in the well lit hallway, fell to a small map of the school. He'd marked off where his locker was. He stared at it for a good minute while walking slowly down the hall before sliding it back into his pocket, leaving his hand there.
Shifting the backpack on his left shoulder, which he held onto with his left hand, equally covered in a black cloth bracer and gold bracelet, the man resumed a silent, depressing walk down the main hall of his new hell.
PHS #259.
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Post by Roy Atenwood on Nov 10, 2009 14:51:47 GMT -8
"...Ryu? What the hell are you doing here?"
Ryu had been masked, the entire time Roy had known him, but his eyes were a dead giveaway. Eyes like that were a nutbag's eyes, at least to Ryu's one or two friends. They were a madman's, a murderer's to anyone else.
Though Roy had no idea if Ryu had ever killed before. Probably.
Just to mess with him, Roy switched to Japanese, to see if it was really him.
"C'mon, Ryu, is that you?"
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Post by Ryu Hayabusa on Nov 10, 2009 15:03:10 GMT -8
It looked like his mind had been right. Someone from New York had found him once again. Ryu Hayabusa, the huge man who'd just walked into the school, had been accustomed to ignoring people for over a year, this guy was no different. It had been three years at least since Ryu had seen Roy. Last time, the man had gone berserk and put him through a wooden barricade by hurling another old friend at him, quite literally.
Even the sounding of his name had gone unnoticed, after all, Ryu's popped up all over the fuckin' place. It wasn't until the Japanese sounded, particularly in junction with his name, that he was forced to a mental and physical halt. His pupils fluctuated, causing them to glow for a moment, [This one knows you, Ryu. Who is he? You've gotten good at hiding your thoughts....]
[Idiot, I have no fucking clue who he is.] Ryu's mind resounded right back to the consciousness bubbling behind his eyes. Chaos had been relatively quiet lately, that had been the first time he'd spoken all morning. "Who the fuck are you?" He didn't indulge the Japanese as his catastrophically deep voice echoed loudly in the hall, blue eyes stabbing straight into Roy's. A dozen heads turned, then turned away. So early in the morning and it already looked like a fight... Things never changed, they all thought.
Ryu's body stayed perfectly still, only thing turned toward the tattooed redhead was his head, slightly, and eyes.
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Post by Roy Atenwood on Nov 10, 2009 15:12:51 GMT -8
"Now, lad, don't ye be forgettin' Roy Atenwood, ye' ken? Hahahaha!"
The familiar accent would be suppressed once again, as Roy took a casual pose, leaning against a nearby wall, the white T-shirt he wore rumpling slightly as he leaned back, remembering some good times.
Kicking the asses of ten or twenty white belts, he couldn't remember clearly. Ryu had saved his ass, he couldn't really fight well back then.As far as his brother knew, he had passed that particular test, but to be honest, he had retaken it four more times learning how to actually fight.
Then there had been some bar brawls. Good times.
"It looks like we've both changed, eh? You look a little less restrained, and that retarded mask is gone. Me? I grew up, and got a bunch of tattoos, nothing much else."
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Post by Ryu Hayabusa on Nov 10, 2009 15:26:03 GMT -8
Ryu's eyes widened when the redhead mentioned the name. There was no way, was there? The world-- hell, this fuckin' country alone was THOUSANDS of square miles, and two people separated by years end up in the same place, three THOUSAND miles away from where they'd first met? What the fuck were the chances?
Pretty damn good, apparently.
[Well? Who is he?]
Ryu was silent and still.
[Oi! YOU FUCKIN' BASTARD DON'T YOU FUCKIN' IGNORE ME!]
Ryu's backpack slid off his shoulder, and by the time it hit the floor, his hands were reaching for Roy's collar to press him up against the wall, a foot off the ground. His eyes were about as wide as they could with shock. "There's no way... Roy? It's really you?" He'd let him slide back to the floor, the force in his arms gone out of sheer shock.
"Heh...hehheh. It's really you...Holy shit." His deep voice was lighter in tone, much like it had been back when he was young and had known Roy at #552. Ryu's hands would grip the mans shoulders, squeezing lightly. "Ho-...Just...How? How do I keep running into people from my past?" He was almost laughing for the shock of it all.
He hadn't been this happy to see another human being in almost a year. This here was one of Ryu's only friends in the entire world... "Holy shit."
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Post by Roy Atenwood on Nov 10, 2009 16:19:34 GMT -8
"Well, to be fair, I was here first, and you're the first person from 552 I've seen here, dude. but I've been running back and forth between here and Hong Kong way too often for my own good."
Roy laughed. Ryu was pretty shocked to see him, and it showed. He guessed it was only to be expected, though. Roy was quite suprised to have seen him (Or even recognized him.) too. It was those EYES that reminded him of the man. But hte pressure on his shoulders was starting to hurt the bruises he had gotten earlier that week. He was angry about wrecking his bike, but what was he gonna do, sue the city?
Maybe. That bike was fucking expensive to fix, and it had been a city worker hitting him with a fucking bagel that made him crash.
"Hey, ease up, I'm sore. I wrecked my Harley on the freeway a couple days ago...also, if you don't want people to recognize you, you have very distinctive eyes. Wear sunglasses if you want to hide..."
He would squirm out of Ryu's grip, still being a rather small man, and then reach into his own backpack for his breakfast, a bagel. Splitting it in half, he would offer the second half to his old friend.
"Good to see you again, dude."
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Post by Ryu Hayabusa on Nov 10, 2009 16:38:08 GMT -8
Ryu's left arm slacked as Roy slid out of the relatively light grip. The right hand however, pressed palm first into the wall, fingerless gloves seeping the cold of the stone. "Sorry... 'Bout that." He said slowly. Probably the first time he'd apologized to any one in years, as well. Leaving his backpack in the middle of the hall, he turned around and leaned against the wall, staring rather blankly. Slumping down into a crouch, he looked up at Roy and accepted the half a bagel. "Thanks."
He didn't know what possessed him, but his hand rose up, and he took a bite out of the bagel. Ryu hadn't eaten in public in his entire life, his mind was all sorts of screwed up. ... Well, even more than usual. In the back of his mind, well ignored by Ryu's stupor, Chaos was throwing a bitchfit and a half, trying to get the attention of the one in control of the body. "You too. Just...shit. I'd ran into Aeon and another from Five five two in Philadelphia, but that's only a day's drive away. This is cross fucking country..." Yeah, he was still stuck on that. He would be for a while, even if he managed to get over his shock in the next couple of minutes.
His mind-- the good part-- asked thousands of questions at once, and the most prevalent escaped his face. "How did you end up here? Did something happen in New York that so many ended up at other schools, in other timezones?" He glanced over at Roy, then noticed that he'd actually eaten. It just was something he didn't do. It had been borne from the fact that he wore a mask for six years of his life, and so had grown accustomed to eating in his residence and nowhere else.
Staring at the bread for a moment, he brought it to his mouth again and took another bite. Seeing old friends really fucked with his head.
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