Almost ( Open )

[Katsuri Katashi]

An Old Familiar Place

"Whos that weird guy?" Conversation just within ears reach, several females discussing the presence of an older male on school grounds "Why's he roaming around a highschool anways, is he some kind of pervert?" Ignored. It was drowned out almost instantaneously by the application of two small blue buds, in the shape of earplugs, which was one of their functions, the other following suit as a small dial was rotated and a button pressed.

His senses were greeted with a symphony, at least, when you considered the chill that ran up his spine almost instantly at the sudden uplifting beat practically rammed into his eardrums. It was loud. So loud that if one were within a few feet of him you'd be able to hear it as if they were speakers playing the choice of music and not headphones.

Digits wrapped around the blue cord, trailing down from his head to that opposite hand, fingers clasped about a white piece of plastic, small and compact. It seemed a bit dingy, but years of use seemed to have not left the thing in poor working condition. The song? "She - Atomic". The large man slipped down into the bench nearby and let his arms come up on the back of the thing, head just softly rocking back and fourth, flowing perfectly with the beat currently bouncing its waves around in his skull.

It was good. Music was the one thing that could get a certain smile across those lips, a nice big crease as eyes slipped shut and he began to hum along lightly with the rhythm. The group of catty females had disappeared from the midday air, back inside they went, probably off to some after school activity or more gossip. It was not as if they had no warrant to what was spoken, after all, he looked nothing like a teacher. Scar embedded in his flesh, right over the right side of his face, slightly spikey hair, and a metal mask hanging loosely around his neck, the face cover of it laced into his shoulder.

Although, even with that, the getup he did have was not all bad, a simple clean white shirt, black tie, and a set of black slacks to match those massive 36AA dress shoes, all of it custom fit and hand made to curve just right to that massive form. Clothing was not easy to come by in his size, and decent pieces like this cost quite a decent penny. Still. It was his natural attire.

He was not entirely sure why he was back in this place again, having thought he'd given up all relations to schools long ago, and now, like clockwork, was back again sometime later, sitting around as if nothing had even happened.

[Scene]

"Ahhh..."

A sigh came from the lips of Scene as he planted himself beside the rather out-of-place giant, whose ass took up most of the bench. In truth, Scene was surprised the thing didn't collapse beautifully under the monstrous weight of both he and the mammoth. The masked man, pulling out an apple from a brown paper sack, took a crisp bite, completely ignoring the large male as he glanced around, seemingly in a happy-albeit-senseless mood. He took a deep breath as he ate, bobbing his head a little to the music like he and Katsuri were old friends. In truth, the big guy reminded him of something that happened long ago, with the brown headed push-over in the Auditorium.

He laughed a little to himself, in an almost inaudible, high-pitched giggle. He remembered riding the mans shoulders, listening to music as the behemoth stalked his way out, right after Scene had changed the minds of the masses, and turned the workings of the system against the plan of Gabriel. He hadn't had much contact with the beast after that, but then again, he had completely forgotten the male once he was set down- cotton candy cravings and all. He looked down at the shoes, humongous, like a clown. His eyes traveled up the legs, taking another bite as he reached the tie, and stopping, staring innocently into the eyes of the Katashi descendant.

"Mmmmm...."

He took another bite, his mouth near to bursting as he chewed. Finally, he swallowed, letting out a little gasp at the amount of food now down his gullet. He offered the bag up to Katsuri, holding it high above his head so it would be near the mans face. Inside was another apple, as well as a bottle of Liquor. He could have one, or both, Scene didn't care. Once taken, Scene would stand and turn, staring at Katsuri with a happy smile, though when looked closer, could see the signs of a malicious grin.

"Guess what?"

[Mischa Badoer]

Mischa was walking around the school... quite aimlessly... she was bored as all kinds of hell... what to do what to do!

Mischa was always known to fail at making friends.... and when she did make a friend she ended up getting engaged to said friend and starting a relationship that only ended horribly.

MEH!

She was working on getting over it... which was helping being in a new enviroment.....well she was here before so it wasn't new... but lets not get picky shall we?

She was in a baggy shirt that kind of acted like a dress and her black boots...

As she walked she saw a very familiar face.... It was an acquantance... so it was ahrd to put a name to the face... it had been a few years since she had seen him...

BUT

it was actually quite easy to piece together who he was when an image of her SUPER-SECRET-DEATH-BULLET-PROOF-VET popped into her mind.

Katsuri Katashi.

It was an awesome gift and she still wore it all the time.....

Though she then felt awkward.... she didn't know the relations between him and Kevala.... but she did know they had the same last name and Mischa was engaged to the girl for quite some time....

Though if he hadn't gotten her that awesome bullet proof vest and wasn't awesome for sharing an interest in The Punisher she wouldn;'t have approached him due to shyness... but she just had to!!! She would skip marily along her way and stand in front of the two on the bench...who she didn't know the other guy.

"Katsuri? WHAT IS UP!?"

[Katsuri Katashi]

Invasion of space. Generally, as a rule, Katsuri would have promptly gotten himself to his feet and disappeared from view, but he was too busy rocking head left and right, nodding along with the beat of that sogn blaring into his ears at level akin to an inaudible mess of quick fast hits of electronic synth. It was delicious.

He knew there was someone beside him. Knew their weight, height, even the stench that seemed to be exuding from their body, rather they knew it or not, not that it was really a bodily odor.. more.. scent. Nostrils twitched as the thing next to him moved, eyes lazily flipping themselves open to stare at the masked boy in front of him, as if he had just woken from a nap.

The bag. Hand slipped up and grabbed the thing, looking down into it, a bottle of alcohol and an apple. A slight tilt of his head and a raise of his brow would have had that bag set off to the side and a wave of his hand to the boy as if telling him no. Volume turned down just enough that he could hear him clearly. "I am not a teacher, giving me such trinkets won't do you any good I am afraid."

He recognized the scatterbrained creature in front of him, partially because he had been involved several times with him.. rather he remembered them all or not was another story. "What?" Guess what. Well. He got a what.

Then another face appeared, a more familiar one, getting a slight grinning smile on his lips as the small nerd-laden dream of a girl popped in to visit. "Mischa." A slight chuckle and he nodded his head to her, offering hand out, to her, obviously. "How nice to see you again.. how long has it been?"