Circle In The Sky

[Anton Lorenz]

(I'd prefer a teacher or some member of faculty reply, but it's generally open to anybody. =D)

"Damn..."

The clap of shoes echoed down the hallways---Vans were oddly loud on school floors, this young black male had noticed, as he looked down at his black Vans (with purple shoelaces, mind you). At least he got up early enough to clean them up. He'd woken up late & had to rush---instead of getting up & cooking eggs & bacon with a tall glass of apple juice, he had to settle for a S'mores Pop-Tart & a Vault. Good for sugar, bad for the body's flow. Hell, that was why he felt so crapped out right now. His walk was vibrant, though it had a bit of a drag to it. After all, when you have high metabolism, a sugar crash can do that to you.

Anton needed someone, anyone for assistance...that happens when it's your first day at a new school. The only good part of moving downstate was that he didn't have to transfer schools, considering he'd not started high school yet. Not much of a loss, save for the change in scenery & the few friends he had in middle school. Oh well...it was either being comfortable or being alive. He'd choose to be alive, but right now, it would be good to at least be shown around the school. One lesson Master Shabazz taught him:

"Forewarned is forearmed. I gotta get this info so I can start school, get my education, & meet females...I'm glad Master ain't here or else he'd WHAP my shit if he heard that, heheh..."

And so, Anton would continue down a random hallway, hoping to find someone who could help him out. Then again, he'd wonder if his color scheme wouldn't make someone think he was a gangster clown who made the wrong turn on Crenshaw. After all, Anton had a purple bandana tied around his forehead, dreadlocks dangling around his face, purple tall t-shirt over an even baggier white one with baggy black jeans...& a belt with a buckle in the shape of a skull & crossbones, completely covered in purple gemstones. Yes, he looked whacky indeed---& out of blind optimism, he'd hope that the attention he'd get would draw out someone that could help his cause. Yes, hope & optimism all the way!---right?

[Jenna Scorn]

OOC: Now, I'm not Staff...or anything like that. My character holds no importance to 259. If you'd like me to delete my post, I'll do so.


"Are you fucking serious?"
Came the voice of Calamity from her locker. She stood in front of her locker, fingers digging through the contents of her pink hello kitty purse.

Where is it?

She grumbled.

Tossing her purse into her locker, the contents falling into the locker with a few gentle thuds. She shook her head, strands of blond bangs falling out of place from her bright pink head band. She'd misplaced her lunch money, and now she was kicking herself for it.

Shiiiiiiiiiiiit.

Now, staring into her locker as she gave one last look into it. Wondering if she'd needed anything else and as she was shutting it she'd pause.

Her eyes fell onto the photo of her and her father, the very same one Winter's had seen. Now, another shake of her head before she finally let the door slam. Her finger's lingering on the locker for just one more moment.

Fuck.
I bet my mom took my money.

"This is fucking bullshit!!!"

A snarl, her mouth worked into a frown as she'd bring her right arm back and then suddenly forward. Her right hand was fisted, crashing into the door of her locker.

Calamity had obviously had enough.

And now, calming herself as she pulled her hand back. resting it at her side and rolling her neck about on her shoulders. Strands of bleach blonde hair fell in her face before she turned on her heels.

Pink slip on shoes adorned those tiny feet, and gently clacked along the tiled floor of 259. A pair of black spandex capri's hugged her legs, the hem decorated with black lace. A white tank top fit snugly upon her torso, speckled with pink poke-a-dots and neon green skulls. A studded belt hung on her hips, and with a rather large Hello Kitty belt buckle slid to the side. And now, a raggedy jean skirt was zipped upon her hips.

Her cell phone was clipped to her hip, and as she'd reach down to grab it a few neon colored bangles gently dangled upon her wrist. She slowed in her steps, glancing up with eyes lined with black as she took notice of the African American headed her way.

What a fuckin joke.

She smiled to herself, looking down.

Avoiding eye contact of course.

But, you see, our dear Calamity had an eye for unique items.

Glittering, sparkling items.

And it was his belt buckle that caught her eye.

She halted, letting her eyes focus on his belt buckle.

"Hey!!! Nice buckle...."

Now, both her hands found the belt loops of her jean skirt and as she'd slightly lean to the side to get a better look at his belt.

"Where'd ya get it?"

I have to get one!

[Anton Lorenz]

(I said it's ok if anybody else hops in. )

Somebody's pissy right now.

Anton could hear the locker slams from afar as he continued down the hallway. At least the school was alive with students...he always hated walking into a new school & NOBODY was in the hallways. Eerie feeling? YES.

Apparently, though, that life would transfer over to him, pulling him into the interaction...he'd gladly join in. The girl's initial facial expression led him to believe she wasn't feeling the look he displayed; so much for optimism. But at least there was ONE thing that caught her eye. Anton smiled, placing his right thumb on the top & his index on the bottom, gripping the buckle:

"I dunno if Long Beach has an Ed Hardy story, but if they do, look for it." Anton would chuckle as he'd flick his wrist & the buckle would spin in place. "I gotta warn you though, these thangs cost dummyass paper to get...but it's worth it."

Anton would nod, his eyes also trailing this gem of a girl that faced him. She may not have appeared to think much of his outfit...but it helped to match a bad thought with a good one: "By the way...I'm feelin' the outfit. Punk rock's hard to pull off sometimes, you made it look easy." Anton would flash another smile as he'd look behind him, then around the hallway. "But lemme stop...I need to find a office or somethin', instead of tryin' to holla at a girl who's probably already got a boyfriend. So if you could show me where the office is, I'd appreciate it."

[Jenna Scorn]

"I gotta warn you though, these thangs cost dummyass paper to get...but it's worth it."


dummyass paper?

The young being would tilt her head to the side in curiosity. He talked funny, but not like Winters. He didn't stutter, he spoke straight, and clear. Eyes blinked, watching him fondle the belt buckle between his fingers.

she couldn't help but look down south, of course only trying to catch a better glimpse of that dazzling belt buckle. How could anyone not?


"By the way...I'm feelin' the outfit. Punk rock's hard to pull off sometimes, you made it look easy."

she tilted her head up, strands of hair falling back from her shoulders as she tilted her head upwards. Eyes blinking, those glittering eyes just staring at him for one long moment.

Is he fucking hitting on me?!

Glossed lips parted, opening to speak but she soon halted.

"But lemme stop...I need to find a office or somethin', instead of tryin' to holla at a girl who's probably already got a boyfriend. So if you could show me where the office is, I'd appreciate it."


Holla?
Is this dude serious?!

Now, she smirked.
A grin was plastered upon our young rockers face.


Heh.
I don't speak thug.

"Office? Don't ask me home boy... I hardly even come to this shiii-"

Felt someones presence, now...slowly letting her head turn to the side and upwards towards the teacher who was standing besides her. She blinked her eyes staring at him for a long moment.

"Heh, sorry tea-"

She stopped again, blinking her eyes.

"Hey!!! Its you!!!"

Taking a step back and pointing her index finger in his general direction.

"Your that one male prostitute!!!"

She beamed at him, obviously in a better mood then when the adult and her had met before.

she pushed her side against him, giving a gentle nudge with her elbow in a playful manner.

"So, that offer still stand?"

"And why are we yelling in the hallway?"

"Huh?"

She tilted her head to the side.

Why would he give a fuck?!
She blinked her eyes at him curiously.

what was he doing here anyways?

Now, it all made sense.

He was a....

"Teacher?"


ARE YOU FUCKING SERIOUS?!?!?!?!!?

[Anton Lorenz]

A teacher hooking for a night job?

Open studen-teacher innuendo?

Faculty carrying weapons on campus? One word:

"Woooooooow. Uhh...heheh, this shit...is CRAZY. You must not want yo job, bruh-bruh." Anton was chuckling, but he was very thrown off by what he saw, if not completely shocked. Again, this guy was obviously a teacher here who wanted to get fired---then again, Anton didn't know that 259 wasn't exactly the model school...unless you were a total mental fuck-up.

"Well, while you still got yo job, sir...can ya show me to the office, maybe show me 'round the school? I just got here today, ain't even registered." And as for the outfit, "Oh, yeah...'bout my outfit. I know fo' it to be outta the standard, where I'm from, hella people like the mix between rappers & punk rockers. So technically, my stuff is normal there. I ain't tryin' to backtalk, just wanted to explain, yadadimean?"

Foreign trends? More like foreign talk, too. Then again, Calamity had already established this one; Hiroko had his turn at trying to conversate with a kid outta San Francisco.

[Jenna Scorn]

"Mm, such a mouth on you. "

You have no idea.

Her eyes shot towards the younger male. Blue eyes gandering at him for a long moment. And before she could finish scrutinizing him Hiroko had grabbed her.

Pulling her closer, pulling her forwards.

Those round eyes blinked, slightly growing wide as she watched the teacher.


"I suppose that is up to you?.. Do you want that offer?"

Not then, but now she was questioning herself.

Then, she had felt committed to a boy she'd hardly known.

But Winters had said himself he loved her in only some sort of friendly gesture.

Calamity was only human, she craved such affection.

To be Hiroko's pet pet?

Was that really what she was after?

Maybe so.

And now as Hiroko spoke into her ear, she smiled to herself. Lips curling into an evil grin as she now faced the new students.

"Mm. A new arrival.."

Both hands placed themselves upon her hips, tilting her head to the side.

"You need help however I believe?"

"Mmmmhmmm."

She stepped forward, leaning in to the new boy and eying him yet again.

"...........You talk funny!"

She leaned back now, her nose scrunching up as she looked at him.

[Anton Lorenz]

Sheeeeeit....

Anton was nothing short of astonished---in a sense, he felt this guy's spirit almost try to push Anton back & outta the hallway...or was he just hallucinating? Yet, one thing was certain: whoever he was, he spewed confidence, sureness, intimidation. One would have to have a lot of gall to not at least consider backing down when they felt as though they were on the defensive against this gargantuon---& all this was just notes on his aura. God forbid Anton start on his figure; the gauntlets were something by themselves, his body made things even harder to digest & not at least quiver.

This cat is a beast...if I wind up in his class, I gotta make sure my shit is on POINT. I ain't about to give him a reason to smash on me.

Anton would go in the direction that the Home Ec. teacher pointed out, hands in his pockets. In the meantime, he'd try not to look at him directly---he'd probably be able to sense it as it happened.

[Jenna Scorn]

She was still smiling at the boy, a few strands of hair falling into her face as she bounced on the balls of her feet. Bouncing in place, sort of in a playful manner. Licked her lips, opening them to spit off some sarcastic remark.

But Hiroko had stopped her, not intentionally.

He had grabbed her, pulling her close. Holding the frame of the tiny girl within his grasp, he could crush her, at any given time. But Calamity had a feeling, a certain feeling that he wouldn't hurt her. Not now anyways. He was... showing off.

But Calamity couldn't complain.
She wouldn't.

She'd lean into him, softly letting her cheek brush against his side.

Hiroko was possibly your typical male.

Predatorial.

Animalistic.

HOT.

Now, he turned.
The larger male pulling Calamity along with him as they made their way down the hall. Showing the new student to the said office. Calamity kept silent, her eyes raising to look up at the monster who towered over her.

Lips would part.
To whisper gently into him.

"Big man on Campus."

[Anton Lorenz]

Well, the sign that said 'OFFICE' was obvious of what lay ahead---Anton used a couple fingers to push some locks out of his line of vision as he'd head towards the door, reaching for the handle. He'd glance over to the side at the 'couple,' smirking & shaking his head. He was still shocked, but what could he say? Powerful people had liberties that the common man didn't. If he could scare the bejeebus out of superintendants, then not much could be done about this teacher that was openly hitting on a student.

At least he's got good taste. "So...I guess this is my stop. Thanks a lot, teach---yo, see you 'round some time." The 'see you round' was to Calamity: "Hope ya find a Ed Hardy store here, they got more buckles than just this style, ya dig?" And thus, Anton would pull the door open, not paying attention if Hiroko was coming behind him or not as he'd poke his head inside.

[Jenna Scorn]

Calamity only seemed to be along for the ride. Only Hiroko's little rag doll for the moment, that is till the new student was gone. Then Calamity would be on her own separate way. She didn't plan on being attached to his hip all day, after all he'd only been using her to impress the new student.

Eyes found the office doors, only targeting them for a moment before she let her eyes wonder. Calamity herself wasn't much for school, she'd skipped most of it.

The only reasons he came anymore was in hopes of passing Winters in the hall, or catching his eye. But now that it would seem she'd have to come more often, and bother Hiroko.

After all, she'd have nothing better to do.



"yo, see you 'round some time."

Calamity peeked out at him, a smile spreading on her hips as she gave a small nod.



"Ya dig?"

Totally.

And as the new student would head into the office, Calamity would assume Hiroko would only fallow. After all, he'd need to help get things all straightened out and in order.

"Hmmmm, never knew where the office was."

this was said to herself, giving a small shrug now as she took a step back from Hiroko.

"Well, I'll guess I'm off."

Turning on her heels, readying herself down the hallway.
And if Hiroko didn't stop her she'd be stalking the halls of the campus.

Playing hard to get of course.

[Jenna Scorn]

Just as she had fled from him, he tangled her back within his arms. Pulling her close, something she could get used to.
That is, if....

"Mm.. Dont leave just yet, what do you say we go get something to eat tonight?"

She blinked, thinking for a moment.

She could.

She didn't have anything to do later that night, nothing at all besides going home. And sleeping.

Might as well spend some time with Hiroko, right?

He released her as she dwelled on it, pausing at the door as he stared at her for one quick moment.

"IF your interested be at my classroom when school is about to let out."

A soft smile as she watched him, soon he disappeared into the office. she hadn't given him an answer, and Calamity had gotten the feeling he wasn't expecting one at the moment.

It couldn't be too hard to find it.
She'd just go poke around at some students, and ask where the hulk's classroom was.

Now, she kept that small smile on her lips and turned to head down the hallway.

"I wonder...what sort of class he teaches."

[Anton Lorenz]

Anton would nod in appreciation for Hiroko's help. He'd step toward the front desk, placing his forearms against the countertop, looking down on the secretary. "Good mornin', I need to get my information I need to register? Is there any paperwork, that stuff?"

Obviously, the guy could switch to being semi-formal with ease. In his eyes, it's best to show new people who you really are, but with respect. But, that wasn't the case. What WAS on his mind was how he'd pass this background check---he had no paperwork or documents with him, & the district acquiring such information would put his name in the list covering a major region. At best, he'd have a week to prepare for another encounter with his pursuers. Quite the conundrum, hm?