Sic Semper Tyrannis!(open to all)

[Roth O'Roak]

Well, here it was. The Whole Fucking Show. Right about now the riot had focused away from Mathew Amtrum and was now focused on Roth, Emil, Brad, and Kenin. Sure there were other small fights going on, but they were all one sided slaughters. At least right now they were getting some entertainment from this little back and forth.

Without realizing it Kenin had been taken by Brad (not knowing that either of them were there). In those moments Kenin had woken up and reacted to Brad's little rescue mission. Now Kenin was a quarter back, Brad was a football, and Roth was the goal post. While in mid air Roth outstretched his leg for a long sweep of the area behind him. Aiming for Emil he made no contact with his leg which was INCREDIBLY surprising.

Brad collided into Roth, didn't collide into Emil by some odd type of physics. Even with his leg still stretched out Emil had managed to avoid all contact. Roth would have to keep an eye on that fucker. But right now he was being crushed to the head after feeling a light jab collied into his shoulder. Roth was surprised it didn't hurt as bad as he first though. Must've been because of the movement. With the force of the punch centered < and Roth moving V it force would be pretty nullified, but still hurt a bit.

Roth crash landed to the ground and immediately shot up accidentally pushing Brad off him thinking at first it was a chair. Roth wasn;t always the brightest bulb in the bunch, but he knew how to fight.

"Brad?"

He wasn't sure if Brad would recognize him with his shaved head. Pushing his way up Roth would jump to his feet ready to face Emil...or Kenin...or both. Shit, this riot was getting out of hand. The mass of students were still killing each other and Roth needed to find a way to end this rather quickly.

Then came the Calvary. Jayr and the Army of the Student Liberation Front had arrived. She was on the mic and informing the rioters if they wanted real action to take it outside where the masses of the SLF were. Fuck yeah! Thats how we do. Then came Orion with the air support. Water water everywhere. That would drive the majority of the rioters out into the Courtyard weather they wanted to or not. When it's 80 degrees in the summer and water splashes down on you at about 45 degrees, it makes you want to get out.

"Well you wanna keep going 2 on 2, or you want a real fucking war?"

It was Emil, and the man Roth didn't recognize as Kenin's choice. Brad's choice as well, but he was stuck since Kenin was in between him and the door. Roth yearned for a war. That is where he thrived. He was a warrior meant for the battle field, not these childish duels and silly claims of becoming School Captain. That system was dead 3 hours ago.

(ooc: That non-godded enough fer ya?)

[Deleted]

{One-shot}

Hearing the original announcement through the nearby open window Kiyoshi’s heart sank into the bottom of his stomach. All at once, he felt an uncontrollable anger, despair, and sadness that together were enough to completely break him. Despite what people thought of him, Kiyoshi was not some simpleton fool without a clue to the world around him. In fact he was well aware of what would follow this announcement that the old system was just going to thrown off for something completely different, which wasn’t fully fixated presently and would take a few days, it would be meaningless chaos. Some people finding the momentary power vacuum reason enough to grab at some for themselves, while others would just bask in the violence. The thought of it all made him sick to his stomach.

Then there was the person making this announcement, Jayr. Either she was naïve enough to think that such a simple declaration would work or vindictive enough to know that it would cause much of the ones opposing her to rise up at once where she group could fight them all at one time. As smart a move as it was, it was equally vicious. To think someone would offer a “better way” while simultaneously crushing their opposition, the small ironic humor of that thought was the only thing that kept Kiyoshi from throwing up on the spot.

While slowly walking through the almost vacant halls, Kiyoshi could hear the calls and declarations of the people at the heart of the growing riot. Everyone would expect him to jump right into the center of the riot but this wasn’t something he wanted to be a part of… none of it. With every step the urge to simply wash his hands of everything and go back to ignoring the system along with all of its problems grew and grew. He had made little progress in building his own forces toward reformation, Jayr had made her impotent declaration, and some other guy had simply claimed the spot of school captain. Why shouldn’t he just let them fight amongst themselves? Perhaps it was the undying ideal in him… or perhaps the inability to watch everything good about this place be shoved down the drain for better shackles. However he couldn’t force people to join him or change their beliefs, even recruiting he’d never imposed his will on another. It was the freedom of choice.

The area around the front office was completely deserted as Kiyoshi made his way inside to where the school’s PA system was housed. He paused only for a moment to speak to the receptionist sitting there, as she was the only other person present.

“… you might want to call the police. All hell just broke loose.”

Having a violent student to you to call the police was an unsettling moment, thus the older lady eagerly obliged by picking up the office phone and dialing 9-1-1. With that taken care of, Kiyoshi stepped up to the PA system while going over what he would say in his head. The words seemed jumbled but he would be able to get through it like everything else. A short buzz echoed as the school’s PA system came to life and the Japanese student addressed the student body.

“ENOUGH!!!”

There was a high pitched echo from the sound system as Kiyoshi shouted at the rioters through the loudspeaker.

“This is Kiyoshi Akechi. Now I could call myself a pillar or captain to get you all to listen to me, but that isn’t what is needed… I speak as one of you. Those who do not want to be shackled in by some self-righteous group’s idea of progress and government, I beseech you to stop this madness! Our system wasn’t perfect, in fact it was very corrupt, but it was ours and it is what made us strong. We were all weak at some point but the drive to better ourselves and our abilities made us strong! This SLF will change of that, all of what makes us… us! I know many of you do not want to bow down… but now IS NOT the time to fight! For now we must ignore this false claim that our system is being thrown aside… walk away and leave this battle for another day. Trust me that this fight is not over.”

Kiyoshi finished his heartfelt plea for discretion and paused to listen to hear if the commotion had even been dented. If it had that was good, if not well there came a dilemma for Kiyoshi to either walk away and let the police riot squad deal with it or warn everyone. There is little advantage to warning anyone who wasn’t smart enough to take his warning, not to mention the members of the SLF that would be caught up in the net. It would be just as vindictive a move as the trap that Kiyoshi was convinced Jayr had set… fair play.

“To show I’m not like the supposed benevolent leader of the Student Liberation Front and her trap to crush all those who don’t follow into submission, I give you this warning…”

He paused for a bit of dramatic effect and let his little snipe sink into their minds.

“… the police have been called by the faculty. They’ll be here shortly in full riot gear… I suggest running.”

With that, Kiyoshi quickly got up and made his way out of the front office to the parking lot in front with a few quick steps. It wasn’t far enough for anyone to really catch him considering his speech had taken no longer than a minute. He idly munched on the end of a loaf of French bread while heading toward his motorcycle. It had been part of his lunch and would make a nice snack before he headed into work a bit early. The Japanese junior mounted his metallic steed and revved the engine to life before speeding away… sirens approaching in the distance from the opposite direction. The response time to a riot at a notorious school like 259 was fairly quick, especially when the one thing that kept their riots contained in many minds had just been declared dead.

[Kenin Katashi]

Words words words, that's all it was. Silly words that Kenin didn't hear because the mother fucker was fighting unconscious. So while roth was talk talk talking, Kenin would have already ran to him grabbed him by the front of his shirt and would let out a headbutt to end all headbutts. The best part? The simple fact that his bones were nearly unbreakable, making them very dense which adds to the pain of a headbutt and damage done, and completely takes away nearly all of the damage taken because the amount of force those bones could absorb. He would attempt to deliver three before the guy even finished his offer.

And then he'd follow up by slamming a knee into the guy's solar plexus to try and force him to double over. If he doubled over his right hand would let go of the guy's collar to wrap around the guy's head and then fall back to bring his head to pavement. Winding the guy while delivering four gruesome blows to the head, enough to make a man fall unconscious with the lack of oxygen and the increase of brain swelling.

[J Lethal]

Was it J, or was it completely impossible to escape violence? J was a hardcore Blood for 3 years and lived in pure gang violence. Now he was at school and what did he see? A fucking riot. It was impossible to escape this shit! All J really wanted was peace. Peace from the voices, peace from violence, but nope. Ya know what they say don't ya? If ya can't beaten join'em. J's dad, Tyrone Lethal, had taken place in the L.A. riots on April 29th 1992. J Lethal would take place in the 259 Riots of...fuck what was todays date?

Sitting on the cafeteria J was chowing down on his favorite. Buffalo chicken salad. It was pretty good for school food. Sure J couldn't afford it, but that's why he came with the five finger discount. He had been taking what he wanted for a long, long time. Being in some super hero school wasn't going to change that.

"Haha! Good J. Small, but progress. Keep up da work."

(ooc: Boon of Bwon Samdi: +5 Dex. + 5 Wis. -2 Int)

Progress? For stealin lunch..okay he had stole a few lunches this week, but that wasn't the point. Soon enough all these crazy kids were beating the hell out of each other for some reason or another. J wasn't paying attention to some Irish cracker. He was eating his lunch goddammit. Then it happened. Through the violence J's lunch was knocked over and to the ground. He had no Idea who did it, but now he was ready to riot as well.

Some awful metal music was playing in the background. That pissed him off even more. A few moments later Jayr, who had taken J out for coffee, was telling everyone of her army and if they really wanted a riot to come out side. Then the sprinklers came one. And now some bitch was talking about something. J couldn't here him over the blaring music. So much going on and so little reaction time. The he saw his target.

Kenin. That big white haired son of a bitch. The had a little tussle before hand. Fucking son of a bitch was gunna get it now. After all, this was a riot. Dashing forward on his long muscular legs J charged at Kenin. Then the gargantuan Asian was charging some other short haired dude. From the excitement of the riot J felt a bit faster than usual as well. Running full force J would aim his shoulder at Kenin before he would make contact with man who was saying something earlier about the SLF.


(ooc: I'm hitting Kenin's right side aka the opposite side where Emil is)

[Brad White]

Brad was about to regret trying to help the guy who had been knocked out. Not long after Brad had picked up the boy, the guy awoke again and grabbed him then threw him. Brad flew through the air, so surprised by the boy awaking and using throwing he didn't even have time to react. He slammed into someone else and the two of them hit the floor in a pile.

The man under him jumped back to his feet pushing Brad off him, before he realized who he was. Brad in turn got up and looked at the guy, and notice it was Roth. Damn he hadn't realized Roth had been so close by, he looked different but he could tell who he was now they were close to each other. "What the hell is going on Roth?" Brad would demand to know as he faced the direction he had been thrown from.

Music was blasting interupted by talking, and water suddenly started to pour from the ceiling, but he didn't pay it much attention as he noticed that the guy who had thrown him was now charging at Roth. "Look out." Brad shouted and grabbed Roth's shoulder ready to pull his friend out of the way as another person came dashing in to try and charge the already charging Kenin.

Brad wasn't stupid enough to hope the guy would make it in time, and if Kenin managed to evade being hit and continued to charge, Brad would pull Roth out of the way to the side by his shirt and throw his free arm up and across towards Kenin's right cheek as he hopefully would continue to run pass.

[David B.]

The wailing sirens Sound louder as the cops squeal into the parking lot, police unloading, strapping on gear.

Go time.

1 minute 30 seconds to their time of arrival at both the courtyard and the Lunchroom. All cops have 2-3 times the strength, speed, and sturdiness of any 259er due to mass items strapped to their figure. Attacking or resisting them would be unwise.

Police amount: 130

I will be RPing all police NPC's, unless otherwise stated.

[Quest Character]

A stern glower off to the East of the school's side, lingering at the sidewalk's edge with his heavy trench coat pulled up over his features sheathing all but a set of red eyes glowering presently focused over the school as the roll of sirens came in.



"Seems things are ripe..."

He'd say narrowly biting at the corner of his raw lips drawing slight blood to pool in the corner of his mouth. His associate stepping up beside him with an inclination to make speech but remaining hesitant as the sound became closer and more present.

"We should call them off."

"Yes perhaps thats best for now, getting involved with the local police isn't advantageous for what needs to be done."

A nod from the dark haired man to his associate.



Her features being the exact opposite of his aside from the pale skin she held bright blue eyes and a pale white hair. Complete opposites but with the same goal. Quietly she'd step beside him so that they stood at equal standings, the flood of their vision pooling around the incoming strike force.

"Delta Squad, pull back we'll try another day."

"Hissss....."



An odd grin as the dark man stepped back into a corner alley way leaving the white goddess there to clean up the mess. To each of her flanks the Delta Squadron pursuing the Dark master. The light tap of her shoe to the floor showing a steady impatience.

[Mathew Amtrum]

OOC: Null 1/3 used, Corey has granted permission to control Jeremiah for this post, and Kenin has granted me an auto hit. This will be my thread exit and I will be using my nulls. If you wish to strike Mathew on his way out, feel free, but he WILL be leaving.

IC: The first blow to Mathew's side rang true but it would not even phase the man known as Mathew. His body would whip around using the kid he was holding as a shield for the following blows before tossing the kid at the guy that decided to fight him.

Everything happened at once then. Kiyoshi made his announcement, and the fact that the cops were coming didn't bode well for Mathew. Getting arrested was not what he wanted or needed right now. He let out a sharp whistle to try and get the attention of Emil and Jeremiah.

"Yo guys, we gotta bolt! The cops are coming!." He called out.

Jeremiah wasn't to happy about the idea though. "Huh? Seriously? fuck that dude, we could take them! Besides...i hate running from anyone."

Mathew just shook his head and called back. "Then fucking skip, but getting arrested is NOT what we need now move!"

He said before pushing his way through the crowd, Jeremiah moving with him to cover his back and protect them. As he moved through the crowd he saw something familiar. Kenin, not by his looks but by how he moved, how he fought. Like when Mathew had knocked him out. He thought for a moment about leaving him, but he couldn't do that to the guy. He wouldn't be able to reason with him, but he could lure him.

As he made his way to the exit he would move by Kenin, taking a swing and smashing his fist right in his face. Hopefully enough to get his attention as Mathew wasn't going to stick around. He continued to push his way through the crowd until they got to the hallway which would lead out of the school through the back. They would leave through the fields not the courtyard. The cops would be up front where they would be able to park, and Mathew had no problem hopping a few fences.

OOC: Jeremiah has permission to use Mathew for his next post to finish up the escape and exit from the thread.

[Kenin Katashi]

It seemed he was hit by someone by the shoulder, not a very painful injury but it definitely shoved him out of the way, Kenin lost a bit of balance but restored as he growled at Lethal Injection Bitch, at least that's what the man told Ken to call him. His new opponent was decided, J Lethal--

and then a punch came in, stronger than anything he had been given so far. His jaw break and repaired itself nearly instantly as the force sent him to the side a bit. He watched his new opponent run away, Mathew, and he followed him. He'd destroy his opponent no matter what, putting everyone else behind him.

(Right behind Mathew)

[Emil~♟]

((OoC: Roth, I'm totally disregarding your last post as J or whatever the fuck completely because in my previous post I had stated already being near Mathew and Jeremiah. Roth, Brad, and J are now meters away from each other. Report it to a mod/admin, I don't care.))

"Yo guys, we gotta bolt! The cops are coming!"

Emil having already been rolled back into ranks with Mathew and Jeremiah for what would look like ages, the sudden shout of the cops being called totally threw them all off. Riot gear, the fucking works. The idea of the cops being called genuinely upset him, the fact that a student did it made him even angrier. But whatever, there was nothing he can do to help it. By the time, the school was being stormed by these fucking riot troopers, Emil and the core of the cafeteria had began their escape. Though, Mathew and Jeremiah stayed relatively in front of him, and Emil could only see this has becoming detrimental to their escape. The place was surrounded by cops, SLF and it's supporters were still coming out of the woodwork. Things could only get progressively worse if they didn't think fast. Entering the hallway off one of the side entrances of the main building, they didn't have the time nor the strength to break through a bunch of fucking tanks that would wind up royally fucking them in the end. Three days into school.. Emil didn't need to get arrested.

THINK, THINK, THINK! Fuck.... FUCK!

Emil would slow his sprinting down to analyze where they were, he hadn't been down this hallway before and needed to improvise relatively quick at that. Passing a nearby classroom, Emil would catch something of interest. Coming to a halt, he'd peer through the small window on the classroom door.

"Fuckin' paydirt."

Without a moment of hesitation, Emil would call out to his fellow escapees' and motion for them to make their way over.

"Let's move it fellas! No time to dilly dally, you silly bitches!"

And with that, Emil turned to face the door and gave it a rough shoulder press, hurtling him through the door and towards the opposite end of the class. The others would follow in suit, rather quick too. By the time they reached him inside the classroom, Emil had already broken the window's lock and forced it open, giving them a clear cut route over the school's main gate and into the streets. It was a fucking cake walk from here on out. Emil had accomplished his goal, claiming the title of School Captain, the only position that mattered. As of right now, at least. Quirking a brow to his compadres, Emil would speak up somewhat jokingly with a smirk curled on his lips.

"He who fights and runs away may live to fight another day, ne?"

[Patrick O'Connor]

OOC: sorry for the later post as such I'll be fast forwarding to the present, If you want to follow go for it

Daniel really didn't care to riot to be truthfully honest. It was just an end to his means. In all actuality he didn't even agree with half of what he had said. Daniel held no love for the pillar system. He wasn't a big fan of the SLF either, as stated before it seemed like more chains. It seemed more easily corruptible to him as the predecessors could choose their successor, no elective process and even that was easily corruptible without a defense. At this point it seemed more pure to follow the might makes right rule of the pillar system. All of which Daniel didn't hold much love for. However, what he held the least love for, was anarchy. This was why he started the riot. Capitalizing on the open power seats left open by the declaration of the SLF and then promise that, eventually discussion would take place. That would be true anarchy. This was why Daniel had decided to declare a riot against the SLF way of doing things. Not to openly declare war on them, but to force them, or anyone really into immediate action be it SLF, opposition or hell as it would come police. It was logical, an hour of anarchy was better then days or weeks of it.

Whether he really wanted to riot or not, he had started the thing and that couldn't be undone. Standing smack dab in the middle of a riot that was boiling over Daniel would have no choice but to fight, especially seeing as starting the riot he became public enemy number one. That made his priority to move to at least some other area of the fighting, knowing that eventually getting out of the cafeteria would be a long battle. That however was drowned out by this big guy bum rushing him, to which Daniel's plain and simple response would be to simply step to his left and plant his right hand in the dude's face, flooring him. This brought him to another point he had been wanting to say for a long time, why the hell did all the lowbies in this school do that? Really, what the hell? The actual good fighters could just KO them left and right because they had no common sense.

A few more scuffles that weren't even worth mentioning came about in the same fashion as Daniel slowly attempted to make his way to a lone hallway. His slow progress though was halted by another student that like all the others he had fought to this point was just an allegiance less front for Daniel. He just wasn't sure if the guy was SLF or another rioter, didn't really matter though as this guy had a few moves. It wasn't anything special but he force Daniel to actually block and parry that didn't make it seem like Daniel was a matador. Before Daniel could respond though the sprinklers went off, spraying cold water on everyone. The other kid stopped looking up to see what was happening, Daniel didn't and a jab, cross and a hook later made the kid pay for it.

The water was friggin cold but it didn't cause Daniel to loose his senses. Quickly he observed the riot in his spare notice and watched as people attempted to leave and go out into the courtyard. A foolish effort really. That was so obviously a trap it wasn't even funny and as such only the idiots went out that way. That did significantly decrease the amount of cover he got from other rioters, blocking anyone that of significance that might be trying to get to him. That was both a good thing and a bad thing. It made that lone hallway easier to get too, but it also, as stated made it easier for anyone looking to round up the one who started the riot to follow him. Whatever it was a risk he had to take.

“… the police have been called by the faculty. They’ll be here shortly in full riot gear… I suggest running.”

Fortunately for Daniel, that little announcement cause the rest of the rioters in the cafeteria into panic. Perfect, more chaos to get away and still no one was going to his corridor. Sure it took the longer way to get out of the school but there would be little to no people there. It would eventually be quicker. Further more with the cops on their way if the cops were focusing on where the riot was then that would be their last place to target, better for Daniel.

So Daniel burst into the doors into the dark, deserted and wet corridor slowing down to a walk afterward to give a quick and brief contemplation on his next set of moves and escape route...

[Roth O'Roak]

(ooc: David: Posted before message was recived.)

Now sporting white hair, a loss in bulk, and nearly a foot shorter, the man formerly known to Roth as Kenin moved onto the attack. Luckily a couple of things ended up happening in his favor. First off some black guy from seemingly out of nowhere had intercepted the white haired monster. Not only that, but his trusty friend Brad had pulled Roth out of the way and hit him good with his shoulder. Then Mathew, some guy who looked like he came from Fast and Furious, and Emil all started to run out. Plus Mathew clocked Kenin in the face.

Thats what happens when you think your in control. The SLF had never let their guard down, only let their presence be known as School Captains, Pillars, and all those stupid things were gone. There were no longer just a rag tag group of enforcers, but a Government. The Student Liberation Front wasn't a shift in power. It was a fucking revolution.

Roth stood a moment and looked around. He would grab the chair he had used to strike Kenin, unfolded it and sat down. The pussies had all run out. All that was left were riot police, the SLF, the roof band, and a load of students laying on the ground in pain. Now there was a reason to get involved.

He would start with the few kids behind him covered in and laying in their own blood. This is exactly what Roth needed to remember who he was. A protector. From his arrogant times at Mugen that is what he had been. That was the original source of his power to begin with. Fuck the riot, fuck the Yakuza drug, fuck dumb captain claims, fuck the popo. Roth walked over to a those bodies and heaved the onto his shoulders.

They were all pretty small. Of course that just made the saying truer. It's the duty of the strong to protect the weak. He now had two unconscious bodies over each of his shoulders and a barley conscious girl hugging onto his back. From here Roth would make his exit. The police would be too busy after the ones who were running (Mathew, Emil, Kenin, Jeremiah, and other NPC's) rather than a calm walking man helping a few injured souls.

Once out in the hallways Roth would make his way to the school nurses office. He would drop off all three of the fallen to be recovered there. Unfortunately for the poor souls left Roth would have to wait at the nurses office for the police to calm down before assisting them with more.

As he waited a few other would come with students, some of them hurt themselves. Good to know that among the monsters of this school there was a few with reason and good intentions. As they came in Roth would help the fallen with the minor wounds he knew how to treat from his extensive wrestling career. Slings, cuts, broken noses, etc. With each victim Roth would apologize for the riot and tell them of the Student Liberation Front. Nothing like this would happen again. Not under his watch.

(ooc: exit post.)

[Scene]

Scene held up a hand, in order to pause Jayr.

He hadn't counted on her being there, but that was besides the point. He knew what she planned, he would have happily gone along with it. However, the party-poopers at the police department were on their way. No, they were there. He giggled. The pions in the SLF and in movement were not important. What mattered, as the police broke down the door to the school, was that the leaders remained in tact. He turned to Jayr.

"It seems our part to play in this has ended, for now. Come, we must make sure we are not...prematurely taken before our time." He took her around the waist aggressively and jumped from the roof, landing with a random violent crash. She, however would be unharmed. He jumped several stories without a hitch, and walked through the side doors casually. He flicked his hand at a female who stood waiting, the same one who helped rewire the power.

"Follow her. She'll lead you to the basement, and up through a side ventilation that leads to the side-walk on the north side of the school. Nobody is there."

He wouldn't wait for a response as he walked into a classroom, smiling at the lady who was teaching.

"Scene, your late."

"Sorry maam. Problems outside i was looking at. I'm good now."

She cocked an eyebrow. Strange...Scene had never been so nice to her. She brushed it off, and continued with the lesson as he took his seat, smiling at the door. She was uncaring as to his appearance- after the first week or two, she took it in stride, the teacher showing vast professionalism.

Scene, however, would be but a student, and the police would be none the wiser. He heard them outside in the hall- he wondered if Jayr had taken his word. If not...she would probably be taken, and Taryn wouldn't wait for her to follow.

[Jayr Byrne]

Fire in my Mind

"It seems our part to play in this has ended, for now. Come, we must make sure we are not...prematurely taken before our time."

The quick shocking grasp of his grip around her waist would forcibly make her shudder. She wasn't accustomed to being touched specifically without any inclination as to his former movements but it wasn't as though she was given any alternative way to react so she fell. The soft thump of ground as she met it suffering no ailments aside from the taut grip which slowly released from around her waist as he let her go.

"Follow her. She'll lead you to the basement, and up through a side ventilation that leads to the side-walk on the north side of the school. Nobody is there."

"Thanks."

Jayr would dip her skull before taking off quickly not being the one to be left behind in any situation. Although she hadn't been part of the angry mob she was just as much responsible for such an outbreak. Caution thrown to the wind as she'd quickly realize becoming associated with such figures again. An incoming tide to be weary of but never deterred. Ambition and Cause, perhaps sins but they were much of all she knew and would strive to better each casting glance prominently greater and greater as she went on.

"Alright go."

She'd say to the girl before her making quickly to pursue in haste.

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WIP

[Deleted]

"Figures....Run like a coward."

Jaus would speak silently as the rain started pouring inside. That was just like Daniel, the guy who started riots and then ran away with his tail tucked between his legs. What leadership, what chivilry, what character. Jaus would make the quick sarcastic remarks within his head quickly realizing the announcement.

The cops coming, good, it was the only real measure that could be taken up considering the ordeals that'd gone on today. Nothing solved, nothing gained aside from drawing a line in the sand. Still that was something to be optimistic about so to speak.

Hands in his pockets Jaus would walk back into class, a little wet, but in whole unscathed. Jayr had made a lesson quite clear to him that words could be just as powerful as anything else.

* * * * *

OH NOES A BOOT!

The Ragging boner veins of Seng was running amok throughout his body as he pulsating in his body. His clawed hands and over extended features that remained perfectly manicured and yet masochistacally feral. Back hunched as the lunge comensed stopping soon as missed turning his head upwards at a precautious angle to where his brethren yellow retreated.

"OHHHHHHH!!!!"

His mouth curving into an 'O' like fashion revealing teeth lined with the gold fillings from an over endeavered past of elegance. Turning to his left to size up with the rest of his body Seng would come full circle to catch the boot between his palms the force still sending him to his back nonetheless as it did but both hands gripping tightly around the edges gave him a sturdy position.

"YOU MAKA FUCCKA ON MEEE!?!!?"

Those gold filling teeth now coming around the edge of the man's ankle quickly biting on his achilles tendon. And biting hard enough to break the skin. However with Seng's grip on the shoe it'd be the best to escape through the use of departing the shoe otherwise there'd be little chance.....and Seng loves his shoes..