Old face. New purpose. (Open)

[Bishop]

"Look ma, I got another part-time job."

Bishop murmured to himself with a half smirk as he walked out of the principal's office with a couple of massive folders under his arm. Bureaucracy always made things heavier, but it was a necessary evil in this case. Mir had to sign a dozen legally binding contracts guaranteeing the high school that he wouldn't be going back to his old shenanigans. Apparently word spreads around the country when you do a failed rebellion and throw a couple of bombs at rival gangs.

So there he was, a villain reformed, casually walking towards what would be his future workplace. Since this was an academic position, Mir went for the 'cool an casual teacher' look. His navy blue jeans had a stylish fit, and his light blue shirt had its sleeves rolled up. The young man made sure to leave the top two buttons loose so that a tiny bit of his chest showed, exposing his tribal bead in the process. As for the hair, it was planned disorganization at its best. He had a wild bed head, but made sure that it looked good him. That was forty seconds in front of the mirror well spent this morning.

I'm so casual. I'm so cool.

Bishop thought to himself jokingly, flashing a pleased smile as he turned the corner into an adjacent hallway, only to bump into someone and drop the contents of his folders. As the papers spread across the floor, Mir let out a sigh.

Is karma catching up on me after all these years? The thought made him chuckle and forgive the stranger before even laying eyes on him or her. Shaking his head with closed eyes he reached down to start picking up the paperwork.

"You okay bro?" He asked, completely unaware of the other person's identity.

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On his way out to Art class, what a strange choice for Jaus Valentine considering the man's considerable build. High set shoulders and muscular features that much resembled a professional swimmer; our young Michael Phelps took to the hallways as much he always had walking the dividing line between coming and going, the tension seemed to suit him quite nicely. The occasional bump was afforded but it only meant two things. Conflict or Growth. Jaus favored the first but he wasn't opposed to the latter.

*Bump*

The quick clattering of books and soon pastels falling to the floor in a completely disregarded fashion would set Jaus off at first. Any other bump would've not done quite this but he was inspired so to speak.

"You okay bro?"

"Does it look like I'm okay?"

Okay a bit too much on the attitude side as Jaus swung upward with his hand wrenching out to grab at the boy's collar to thrust him into the nearest locker probably putting him a fair inch or two into it.

[Bishop]

For a moment, Bishop was surprised as his collar got caught in the other man's iron fist. He gritted his teeth at that moment as his balance was compromised, but had the presence of mind to swing his right foot back just in time for the sole of his shoe to collide with the lockers behind him, sparing his body from any abuse.

I almost forgot, everybody in this system is a savage brute. Mir thought to himself as his eyebrows shrugged. With a half smirk, he looked at the hand on his collar, then at its owner. He couldn't help but grin and open his mouth. His next words would probably get his jaw broken, but Bishop was a sucker for witty remarks.

"Okay enough to do this, bro."

That little intonation was all Mir needed to get his message through. He calmly lifted his right arm and harmlessly tapped twice on the man's fist.

"Care to let go? I have a class to teach in fifteen minutes."

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"Okay enough to do this, bro."

The slight hand motion followed up by a snappy reply.

"Care to let go? I have a class to teach in fifteen minutes."

Certainly not a way to get someone to calm down, at least not someone like Jaus, if anything it seemed to be mocking him, at least to a slight degree. A pensive snarl as he resisted action as well as the reaction contemplating the maneuver or rather resisting throwing his ass down and beating him within an inch of his life. Though that'd prove without purpose as he seemed to hesitate entirely.

"Guh."

The quick fume as Jaus forced him from the metal contraption and rudely threw him downwards to the ground disregarding him completely as he picked up his books and walked off not socializing any longer as it proved to be bad for his composure.

[Bishop]

Bishop caught himself before hitting the ground, quickly regaining his lost composure. He stared at the man as the distance between them grew.

Nice to meet you too, mate.

Mir bent down to pick up his disorganized sheets, silently thinking about what just happened. 20 pages of bureaucratic nonsense quickly found their way into a folder, and then, there was one last page left. The former troublemaker's expression changed as he picked up that particular sheet. Pressing it against his folder, the Iranian raised an eyebrow as he carefully analyzed it.

"Huh."

That single syllable was heard across the hallway.

"I don't remember drawing this sketch."

The young man said loudly, without a care of who would hear him.

"There's a certain..." Mir paused, "sensitivity to this piece."