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Post by akada on Feb 27, 2007 1:58:24 GMT -8
Second time he had ventured to that office, and he has decided to teach none other then Home Economics, he figured it was the class he had to put the least amount of effort into and still get an enjoyable experience out of it, because quite frankly he enjoyed cooking, and he had a knack for other things which needed to be done. Balancing financial bullcrap, and of course the cleaning tips and the like needed. In general, it wasnt going to be the sort of class which put you in an apron and had you making meatloaf. He hated doing that basic kind of shit, besides meatloaf was bland compared to some other dishes. Not to mention there was plenty of stuff one could do which was deemed weak to increase you aptitude in combat. A famliarization of techniques in cooking could also be applied to certain situations as well.. which he loved.. not to mention something like a simple herb garden could be used for many a ailment. "Hrmm... " He looked down to that tie around his neck and yawned slightly, keeping it nice and neat, of course, the suit that went with it was custom tailored leaving him in a easy position to leave quite an odd impression. That when he heard the noises coming from up the hall, one little voice screaming to stop it, and what sounded like laughter.
Walking at a slightly quicker pace he would have rounded the corner of the hall and saw it, a group of three students, and another pinned up inbetween lockers and a drinking fountain. This got him to raise a brow and shake his head, clearing his throat after he had closed in on them. To which they just ignored it. Another sigh, and that foot of his came up, slamming firmly into the ass of one of the hunched over students who was pounding on the boy. This forced him right up into the corner and his head to be squished a bit. He pulled that foot of his back, and the punks immediately turned their heads to look to him.. taken by surprise thanks to his size at first, but seeing him with his hands loosely planted in pockets, and nothing but a plain look on his face, they all grinned and decided at once they would gang up on him, threatening it was a big mistake. He just yawned.
"Stupidity does not excuse violence." With that they just grumbled and charged in at once, one swinging at his chest, another slamming fist at his stomach, and the other swinging for his groin. That form just brought knee up, blocking the shot to his balls, the other two were allowed to hit, but did nothing to him. A glance down at them all and he would have brought that leg out which had been in a knee swiftly, forcing the heel of it into the nose of the one which had been aiming for his balls, sending him flying back into the lockers and out cold, blood streaming from his nose. The other two just tried again, kicking at his other leg at the same time to which he just turned it slightly as the other came down fast, and bent it, forcing him to catch one of them in a lock, and the other bruised his shin against his knee. A hand came down and he planted it hard into the linolieum, that leg caught in his grasp as brought inbetween the two like a vice grip and he twisted, causing it to snap like a twig, leaving him to just let go and stand up.
By this point, the one who had bruised his shin was done rubbing it and looking to him. That brow of his raising as he grinned. A scared shitless look came over his face, and that was indication enough he was going to flee, causing Hiroko to snap a hand out, grabbing him by the back of his neck and forcing him harshly up against the wall opposite of the drinking fountain, right in view of that boy they had been pounding on previously. For a moment he just glanced over and grinned, before he began to slam the one had in his grip into that wall, once, twice, over and over, causing nose to break and yet he still continued.
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Post by Kate on Feb 27, 2007 10:57:24 GMT -8
Her first day at school, Kate walked around like she already had a place here. Not that she did, but rather the blonde didn't give a damn. Her black high heels clicked on the floor as she walked down a quiet hallway. She had dressed in a pair of tight dark jeans, a dark green tank top with a black jacket. A black studded belt matched the buckles and studs on her boots. Her hair was let down, the bottom of her pale locks turning into curls. A single necklace was around her neck, one a friend of her's had given her a long time ago as a birthday present. A wolf fang.
And suddenly, she heard noise. Crashing, and something she couldn't really place. Turning a corner she came to an interesting little scene. Raising one eyebrow, she watched as a big guy slamming a kid into a wall, over and over. Her upper lip twitched, watching the sicking sight. She cracked a few knuckles, then removed a ring before speaking up.
"Not exactly the best thing for his health. I think you'd better stop before you do serious damage."
The blonde was ready to try and stop him if need be, slipping the ring into her pocket. The purse over her shoulder could be dropped if need be, or even thrown in his face. But the pale girl just glared at him, waiting for him to turn around. Even if she lost, Kate McHallin would make a name for herself here. She wouldn't be here to save people, but she wouldn't stand by and watch others get beat senseless and some. Those bright green eyes were locked onto him, waiting. Maybe he'd just stop.
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Post by Keith on Feb 27, 2007 13:44:37 GMT -8
"Not exactly the best thing for his health. I think you'd better stop before you do serious damage."
Hmmmm?
Keith had to go on a bathroom break and had stepped out from the boy's bathroom. He had to return to the home economics class where they were learning to make various dishes. Keith was a good cook in his own right. But, he could always learn more. To be better is to keep on learning and improving. To be complete is to be "finished."
However, he would prompty get side-tracked as he turned the corner and walked down another hallway. There, he saw the home-economics teacher laying the smackdown on several students. Keith wasn't going to intervene nor ask what the students were doing. None of his damn business nor was it any of his concern.
It would mean less students trying to jump Keith. So far, last few days nobody's attempted to go after him. That was a complete relief. However, Keith couldn't afford to be sidetracked. He had to work on those lemon tarts as soon as possible.
Approaching the hallway, he saw another figure. A beautiful and slender blonde haired woman. She seemed to be focused on the teacher doing divine justice to the other disorderly students. But the damage was a tad bit too extreme. Perhaps Keith should interrupt a bit.
"Um, Mr. Katashi sir! Do you want me to go ahead and start working on those lime and lemon cheesecake tarts?"
However, he didn't get to see the front face of the girl in the hallway. Perhaps it was best that he didn't. If Keith saw who the girl was, he sure as hell would have a very uncomfortable senior year.
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Post by akada on Feb 27, 2007 18:39:28 GMT -8
What was this? Some brave soul? That got a smirk on his lips, and he would have clamped down even tighter on the boys neck, causing him to flail a bit, even with the fact he was damn near out cold, cutting off blood flow to the brain had interesting effects. He watched, watched the boy flail about and he would have in turn just pulled the boy back and dropped him, letting him fall into a heap of nothing but whimpering flesh. The girl, was small to be speaking up, but that was not what interested him. Those eyes of his narrowed, and that blonde hair which was usually in a pony tail lay splayed about the shoulders of that black suit jacket. A smirk, ever so slightly creeping, running not on his lips, but through his mind and body. "Health of those who break the rules, is not of my concern, as I am quite sure, the health of the boy they were pounding in the corner was not of their concern either. " He said reaching down to that whimpering boy who was trying to crawl away and he wiped his blood stained hands onto his shirt before rising back up fully, straightening jacket and that tie as he looked down to her once more.. That necklace.. did strike him a bit as familiar, though the face did even more, he could not quite place it.. He doubted she would either given how much he had changed apart from sheer size in the last few years. Thats when the second interuption came, a boy who was from his Home Economics class... a simple shake of his head. "Thats fine, do as you like however, do be careful I do not want an incident like with the freshmen earlier, took me forever to clean the burned lime zest from the stoves, and please, dont call me Mr. Katashi, its Hiroko." With that said attention shifted back to this girl who seemed ready for combat. "Unless your going to do something, I suggest you get out of that stance of yours. " With that said he would have turned himself around and helped the boy to his feet, ensuring he could walk, before he just piled the other three up near the fountain and left them there, walking off towards his class room once again as he had been trying to in the first place.
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Post by Kate on Feb 28, 2007 6:52:25 GMT -8
A teacher? Kate had thought him to be some big senior or something. Her lips twitched in a different way. She didn't want to rumble with a teacher....or did she? The blonde never had... it would have been interesting. Another boy seemingly walked up to...distract the teacher. And then...the teacher dropped his name. That made Kate's bright green eyes go completely round with shock.
"Hiroko?!?!?!"
It couldn't be him. Could not be the same man! Could not! The blonde's hand shot up to squeeze the necklace, cutting herself in the process just a bit. For now, all she could do was stare at him. It couldn't be the same Hiroko who had saved her and her friends from the skin crawling touch of that weird guy. Her head began to shake....and yet the last name...it was the same.
"You can't be the same Hiroko... He wouldn't have...I won't believe it." A frown appeared on her full glossed lips, those eyes looking away. "Can't be." She muttered the last part to herself, closing her eyes, trying to sort through her mind. Her image of Hiroko...had just been shattered.
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Post by akada on Feb 28, 2007 7:04:15 GMT -8
"Everyone changes Kate. Sometimes you have to grow up and realize problems are worse then you think. " He had said that in a single pause before he continued to walk speaking up loud enough for her to hear. "After all, being a hero without equivalant trade leads you to an early grave. I knew it well. " He said, having recognized the necklace and placed the face to the necklace and the memory, and from it he just went on with his business, walking back towards his classroom as he had been before. He had changed.. as he had come to a realization that always being kind would do no one any good. He taught those who broke the rules with no good reason retribution, and with it, rather they did what they did again was their own decision. He personally hoped they would get the point.. he didnt want to have to miss class so much while there were some students who wanted to learn.
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Post by Kate on Feb 28, 2007 9:20:33 GMT -8
He walked away, having recognized her. Her bright eyes returned to normal, but she was just...confused. Hiroko had been...an awesome person before he had suddenly disappeared. The blonde had always thought fondly of him, their walk in the mall and the single real conversation they had.
Shoving her hands into her jean pockets, she frowned. He had changed so much. But then again, it had been a few years. She had changed as well since then. Kate was no longer the happy go lucky person she had once been. Sure, she was "happy", but she wasn't surrounded by friends and always smiling like back then. Hell, here she had thought she wouldn't know a soul.
Raising her thumb which she had cut, she gently sucked on the small wound thinking. Ignoring completely the boy in the hallway. Turning on her heel, the pale young woman went back to the route she had been taking to her...what class was it again? Oh yes... math. She hated math.
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Post by Keith on Feb 28, 2007 13:06:20 GMT -8
Kate?
Keith knew an attractive girl by the name of Kate. Captain of the 552 cheerleading squad. Then again, Kate was a very common name. Seemed that Hiroko and this "Kate" happened to know each other more so sharing a past together. This was a pretty interesting revelation. But it was none of his concern. None at all. Keith was just trying to make a fresh start in life.
Calmly, Keith turned to face the attractive and slender blonde haired woman. He studied her up and down for a brief moment to confirm his suspicions. Behind those shades, Keith could only blink a bit. It was her... Kate McHallin. He definitely remembered the cheerleading captain at 552.
Holy shit...this is rather interesting...
But a good thing Kate ignored him and thought of him as some random boy. At least Keith was doing something right. With that, Keith would leave Hiroko and Kate behind in the hallway. He wanted to get to work on those tarts. Keith wanted to be extremely constructive as he could potentially be destructive.
The Asian senior then decided to address the girl to confirm everything.
"I reckon you're new here, too," he politey said to Kate with a thick English accent. With that, he quickly headed back to the home-ec classroom.
Perhaps we'll cross paths again, Kate McHallin...
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