Fyre
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Burn...[A1i:9]
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Post by Fyre on Jun 11, 2011 2:05:26 GMT -8
It was just your normal, every day, Southern California summer day… or at least it seemed that way to the students of 259. They would go about their classes and day much like every other day for the most part, those who opted out of class would be free to do so. In truth it was the type of day that no one would expect anything exciting or miraculous to happen, which means it is obviously the type of day where something would happen.
Just not yet… I mean what fun would it be if everything was just announced.
No the students still had time to roam around, talk with friends, relax and enjoy the sunshine and sea breeze before the ominous events would be transpiring… ((OoC: One simple rule for how I'm going to run things is a header that say where your character is, chances are the main events will be taking place at a central location. However there is a chance I get into more of the arc I have in mind and things can happen in other places. Worse case it has no relevance, or is just a heads up for later. ^_^ ------- Example. Bold and Right align)) Ceiling, Main Building |
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Post by Zack Asiv on Jun 18, 2011 14:03:34 GMT -8
Mr. Asiv would be in his office of course, sleeping... John Ong would be near by looking out a window, his hammer strapped to his back as usual. Black long sleeve shirt and pants, with a white vest over that. His mask strapped to his belt loop.
John didn't like days like this. Too calm.
Asiv on the other hand... Zzz...
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Nakamura Atsushi
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Things are different this time around.[A1i:6]
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Post by Nakamura Atsushi on Jun 18, 2011 22:52:44 GMT -8
Mir would be out in the courtyard, leaning against the main building, sitting in the grass. He would be doing virtually nothing but staring out at the sky.. Boredom wasn't the greatest thing, but at least he'd had a chance to relax for once. That last encounter with his father wasn't too heartwarming, and he'd needed a break from drama for the moment.
"Oreta tsubasa wo habatakase, subete wokeshi te miseyou.." He would sing to himself.
[I'll flap these broken wings and erase it all someday, you'll see. This body is dedicated to the neverending fight.]
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Post by Amakusa Takehiro on Jun 18, 2011 23:08:05 GMT -8
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Post by Mekiel Echigo on Jun 18, 2011 23:16:21 GMT -8
Gymnasium, basketball court Mekiel and five black men [no racist stereotypes intended] were playing some b-ball. Of course, Mekky being as white as he is, wasn't picked for the team with the skilled black men, and got stuck with the two short ones. But he decided to have fun with it ;] The ball was passed, and Mekky kind of.. hit the guy out of the way and took it. They wouldn't foul him, they were too gangstah for that. So he took the ball, and underhand tossed it through the hoops. "'sup, mah nig? You think I ain't got no game or what?" |
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Post by Deleted on Jun 18, 2011 23:34:13 GMT -8
Jaus was in class, fumbling his hands over a ridiculous pencil that certainly wouldn't work quite how he'd anticipated it would when he grasped it. Each moment he'd press it to the scan tron sheet paper the tip would snap sending an unconscionable amount of lead everywhere forcing him to sweat over the possible consequences of it falling up his paper massively.
Heavy set breaths as he'd rub his forehead with the freehand, other set to work on using the broken shred of lead with every amount of focus to scrawl down the last few bubbles in.
*sigh*
Almost there.
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Post by Gabriel Seran on Jun 18, 2011 23:37:11 GMT -8
Sleep, it seemed a disease.
Something that all teachers caught as they hit the necessary age. Legs kicked up against the top of the desk relaxing as students busily muddled their heads with the necessities of assignments or lack thereof as it seemed in Gabriel's class unaware that his students were short of glaring at him as a means of getting his attention.
"Hooglaboogah!"
An exclamation of surprise as he sprung from his rocking chair nearly falling to the floor, only to wipe the drool from his jaw. Yup a good sleep, not to mention a dream of sexy Alexis.
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Post by Adam Silver on Jun 18, 2011 23:42:22 GMT -8
In west Philadelphia born and raised
On the playground where I spent most of my days
Chilling out, maxing, relaxing all cool
And all shooting some b-ball outside of the school
When a couple of guys, they were up to no good
Started making trouble in my neighbourhood
I got in one little fight and my mom got scared
And said "You're moving with your auntie and uncle in Bel-air" The ringing ears of a certainly clashed wear dressed teen would ring as he bounced into the basketball courts surrounded by his 'niggas' and one huge mass of man towering into the skys forcing him for an instant to crane up before reasserting himself amongst his 'hommies'. "Sup mah niggas!?"He was certainly in for a beating as his attire looked so out of place. Shorts sagging down past his knees like pants, high ridding heart boxers, a wife-beater that was two sizes to large and worn like a dress, to top it off there'd be a blue cap twisted neatly to the back right face of his head. |
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Fyre
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Burn...[A1i:9]
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Post by Fyre on Jun 19, 2011 12:02:32 GMT -8
259 Main Courtyard
The whir of an electric wheelchair echoed amidst the casual conversations as the mummy of a man rolled into position at the center of the courtyard. Tattered old rags of clothing over massive amounts of bandages over black skin, not in the African-American sense but in the “someone burnt the turkey” kind of way. Frailly with a great deal of effort the head shifted to speak through a megaphone that had been attached to the chair, a loud buzz went out to grab the attention of everyone on the campus before the voice began to speak.
“Vermin of 259 … the last bastion of evil… I have come… to cleanse this place… set it free… in fire!”
All could hear the painstaking breaths taken between each set of words, frankly the guy looked like he was about to die in the chair each time he paused speaking.
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Roof of Building 3
A French café style set of furniture had appeared, two chairs and a table with intricate ironwork designs. Steps of a pair of expensive high-end boots can be seen through your little glimpse, approaching the setup. A fancy tea pot and place settings for two awaiting the approaching person… and whatever guest they might have.
((OoC Reminder: bold and right align where in the school your character is during the post, just so I know where your headed. Depending on spread other things may happen... dun dun duuuuunnnnn!)) |
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Nakamura Atsushi
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Things are different this time around.[A1i:6]
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Post by Nakamura Atsushi on Jun 19, 2011 12:25:17 GMT -8
"What the hell..?"
Mir stood as the wheelchair pope made his way onto the courtyard shouting things about cleansing things and whatnot. How were the people here vermin? It hadn't been too violent in a while, right? So this guy was just a lunatic.
"What the hell does burning a school do to make you better than the vermin you're referring to?"
He'd shrug, placing his hands in his pockets, and watch the wheelchair pope, interested.
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Post by Zack Asiv on Jun 20, 2011 10:54:20 GMT -8
Supervisors Office, Main Building John would look down intot he courtyard from the supervisor's office seeing a man in a wheelchair and a megaphone... Not really able to make out exactly what was said, he moved to get Asiv, and rollh im to the window. "Zack, you should be watching this." Asiv had been awake the moment John started watching the guy. Mostly because the temperature raised in the area. Other than that he figured it was important. Looking down at the guy he seemed to be a mummy, or maybe he was cossplaying a joint... |
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Fyre
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Post by Fyre on Jun 25, 2011 1:49:42 GMT -8
259 Main Courtyard
The figure cackled in sickening fashion, almost choking with each passing laugh. Ashen red eyes narrowed on the pretty boy who'd stepped forward to challenge his word. How dare he compare these vermin to Him? To be expected of filth.
"Leave it to... the evil to try and... compare themselves... to the righteous. Smiting this place... will be an act... of salvation!!!"
The voice boomed at the end, Mir would notice a wave of heat like someone had opened an oven underneath the mummy accompanied the words. Also, the definition of insanity... doing the same thing over and over and expecting different results. The definition of crazy, trying to reason with an insane person.
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Roof of Building 3
The red hooded figure took a seat in one of the chairs before taking a bit croissant that was sitting on the small plate by the tea cup, and munched on it. Elegant boots propped up by the bottom of the railing as the figure smiled at the scene in the courtyard...
... he liked fireworks. |
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Post by Zack Asiv on Jun 28, 2011 11:57:47 GMT -8
"Well, I think its about time you did something." Asiv would say to John. Asmuch as he thought a wheelchair fight would be interesting, Asiv knew he would be no help in this. Instead, he decided to wheel himself off into another direction. Building 3 Roof Asiv would roll himself through the door... You have no idea how hard it is to go up stairs without help in a wheelchair. Breathing a little heavy he noticed someone else. "And here I thought I was the only one who liked this view." |
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John
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"The Raging Flame"
"I'm gonna stomp a mud hole in your ass and walk it dry!"
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Post by John on Jun 28, 2011 12:01:21 GMT -8
259 Courtyard John opened the window to Asiv's office... Cause Asiv didn't like it when he just broke through the window, leaping out into the courtyard John would grip his hammer and spin it around to his front to hold ready for smashing this cripple into nothing. "The rightous would leave the whicked to their fate." the voice would come from behind his mask as he looked to the other gentleman present. "And you best be prepared for combat. Crazies like this dont just walk in spout non-sense then leave." |
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Fyre
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Post by Fyre on Jul 1, 2011 17:26:11 GMT -8
Roof Building 3
The figure gestured over his shoulder at the wheelchair man to come over and join him by rolling up to the opposite place setting. However his gaze didn't leave the scene in the courtyard as he had a job to do. If Asiv was clever enough he'd see the ring on his finger.
"And I thought nobody would join me."
He'd also notice the slight Italian accent the man had.
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259 Main Courtyard
The mummy cackled again, sparks of flame flickering around his figure.
"I will leave... after you've all been destroyed!"
He rose from the chair slowly, the flames growing around him as he did. The bandages were singed away from the man's frame, which grew with the flames as though the two entities were one. Upon reaching his full height, the figure would grin a lipless toothy grin as a burst of flames and heat emanated again.
"Time to die." {300 base stats in each for reference.} |
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