After School Mess (OPEN)

[Dante Lazarus]

The sun was beginning to set painting the sky orange, the school was all but empty besides a few lagging students and maintenance workers for various reasons. But in the school grounds, behind the main building next to the dumpster was not what one would call a pretty sight, Half a dozen bodies littered the ground, bloody and barely breathing. Blood spatter painted the walls and ground, arms stuck up in odd and painful angles and kids were now impossible judging by the amount of damage visible in those forbidden arias. All in all, it was bad.


In the center of all this mess stood a panting and blood spattered figure, slightly better off than the poor souls that lay around him a few cuts and bruises but that seamed to be the extent of it. Dante straitened up still panting slightly and looked down at the unconscious forms with pure impassiveness, It was there own fault. They had cornered him after school like a bunch of cowards, using there greater numbers to force him to the back of the school and attacked him, why is of no importance, the fact is they attacked him and he had every right to defend himself. Even if he did go a little over board but hey, you take that risk when you try and jump someone.


Dante was just about to leave when the sound of foot steps echoed around him, he turned around to see a shadow coming from behind the corner. His body tensed instantly in case the person approaching had less than friendly intentions. The day keeps getting better and better.

[Dante Lazarus]

And the person just happened to be a Teacher, perfect, this definitely was not his day. Maybe he would be let off... maybe he had been hit in the head too hard, he would need to get that checked out. Dante stood there amongst a pile of unconscious bodies thinking of a whey to explain himself or face a painful ass kicking, he thought carefully about how to answer his question, not wanting to provoke the power happy teach. He was not well liked amongst the students or the faculty of #259, the last thing he wanted to do was give them an excuse. And so an answer finally came to him.


“What of it?”


The hell!? That was not what he meant to say, why did his mouth just not let him be polite, it would save him so much trouble if he could just keep his disdain for humanity out of his thoughts when he conversed with the faculty members. Oh well not like it wasn't true, he was in fact responsible for the mess even though the situation was not his doing a scape goat was most likely needed, one preferably conscious. Resining himself to his fate he waited for a response, hopefully a none aggressive response, before he would act further.

[Dante Lazarus]

'I may be fighting on school property but he's the one putting holes in it' Dante thought as he stared at the newly made whole in the wall, and he didn't doubt his ability to make good on his threat. In normal circumstances he wouldn't have much of a chance against the behemoth of a man, but as he is now, worn out and injured, he was as good as dead. His best bet would be to explain himself and get out of there as fast as possible without provoking him any farther, if he could that is.


“I apologise, Sir” He replies, swallowing his pride. “I was attacked and forced to defend myself.”


He hoped that would be a satisfactory explanation, if not then well, he would deal with that when it came to it. If he had knew the fight would have caused this much trouble he would have just ran, or put more effort into beating them and left right after, oh well live and learn. He lifts his arms and readjust the bandanna covering his left eye before putting them in his pocket, his feet shift out of his defensive stance and into a more relaxed position allowing him to stand at full hight, which was still dwarfed by the man before him