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Post by Megalomaniac on Sept 20, 2007 4:18:51 GMT -8
It was time..
Mars looked over his shoulder. He saw students passing by as the clock struck 1:27..Mars became anxious..
"Hss..I wonder if he'll show.."
He looked out at the clock...It spelt horror for many students..School was almost over..Skippers would be choosing to skip their final classes soon..
A group of girls stood chattering in the corner..Going on about stupid things like makeup, and sex..How hot and how not other guys were..Mars morphed further under the tree he was standing by..
He was waiting..
He'd left the infamous Kaufman a note..A note of discussion? A note of buisness? Who knows..But it was more than likely something important seeing as Mars was always on the down low.
Mars had a bit of a reputation..
At least..
The ones that still remember what his mask looks like anyway..
He sat under the tree waiting for the Dean..The one and only Dean..To make his approach..He specified the time to be 1:30 PM.
However, Mars didn't care what time he'd show up..As long as he did..That's all that mattered..
Mars decided that now was the time to put his plan into action..
And he'd need the Dean's help to do it..
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Post by The New Student Dean on Oct 2, 2007 14:09:37 GMT -8
OOC: Would appreciate it if this is before the current on-going Quest, storyline-wise.Wrapping Up Loose Ends Almost time. But then you see... that would have to wait for about an hour or so. A delay by some kid. Possibly a... a letter from 'him'. But then, wasn't the old bastard on leave for Germany, for the 'final preparations' he was arranging? Gripping the holster of his Nagant, he shrugged his shoulders, as drove back into his parking space, nearly running over a kid who was apparently ditching.
The punk was promptly taken care of.
Sadly, it was necessary to go head out every now and then... seeing as how food at this school for teachers was crap. Crap befitting only those pieces of trash that went to this school, anyways. Reading over the the note again, he crumpled it up, and threw it directly into the middle of the hole of a trash can, as he strode on, out of his car.
Adjusting his glasses, as his black overcoat swept on by, over his white button-up shirt, and black pants... he felt it was befitting to start this day, on the nearby eve of 'it', with this. Maybe "Alter Mann" had come across a snag? Dammit. Worries continued to sweep on by.
1:30 P.M.
...His brows lowered in sudden disappointment, as all he saw was some trash sitting underneath a tree. The bells had rung, and the kid wasn't moving. Surely "Kaufman" wasn't going to be wasting his time on THIS kid, now, was he?
Hands suddenly pocketed themselves suspiciously..."...Someone left me a note... lad." he suddenly said loudly, eyes going around the area, as he whirled around slowly..."..Might that be you, lad?"
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Post by Megalomaniac on Oct 4, 2007 7:47:05 GMT -8
OOC: No problem.
Mars knew that it was time..His black buckled coat furred over his body as he stood under the tree. He knew that as soon as he saw the gentleman strolling out of his car and disposing of a skipper was his target.
He watched on as the "ruffian" pocketed his hands. Words hissed from his mouth like a brutal force.
"...Someone left me a note... lad."
"..Might that be you, lad?"
Mars smirked. This was him..THE "Kaufman". He let out a light laugh. He watched as the students looked over at his loud announcement of his presence.
"Perfect.."
He looked at the great intimidation before him and at once..began his magic..He stared him down..
"You're late..I thought i'd expect more from the Student Dean "Kaufman".." He mentioned out rashly. "It's 1:31.."
Of course Mars dug into his pocket. He didn't smoke..But he knew what he was doing..He held out a cigar.
"Smoke?.." He asked slyly.
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Post by The New Student Dean on Nov 8, 2007 1:25:33 GMT -8
Intimidation? Or Outright Threat? "Perfect.." started out the boy at the tree, answering.. Neh."You're late..I thought i'd expect more from the Student Dean "Kaufman".." came the arrogant response. It's 1:31.."Why were kids in this area... so VERY much immune to "Kaufman's" attempts to intimidate them? Whatever the student dean tried, it only seemingly served to embolden them. In fact, the boy that stood before him seemed even more emboldened then the rest. Even going so far as to talk down to "Kaufman"..."Smoke?.."---
*BANG*
..There was a strange fierceness... or, more rather, a severly irritated feel to "Kaufman" at this moment, as he quickly spun the gun about, after the sudden quick draw, turning, as he quickly whirled the gun back into its holster.
The cigar was lit, barely even touched, the rough tip removed, the end burning...
And "Kaufman's" left hand went out to lightly pluck it, as if nothing was wrong.
He barely glanced at the boy, but took a puff, somewhat just waiting... waiting... waiting--- |
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Post by Megalomaniac on Nov 13, 2007 8:25:14 GMT -8
...Waiting for a reaction. THAT was the ultimate goal of Mars.
The gunshot, the cigar. It all happened...
And Mars took note of it all..
He swings the gun out at a speed of 200 MpH...From an upward direction coming at about a 73 degree angle..The gun revolutions 8 times..One shot is fired...Speed decelerates..
A smile appeared..
"Alright listen.."
"...I hear you like to...Hss...Gamble..."
"Would you be interested in a game?"
*Crack!*
He quickly whipped out 10, what looked like...photos of people with little writing on each of them..
He quickly flashed it in front of "Kaufman" then withdrew it into a small pile. He shuffled the pictures violently in his hands..
"Hss...Here's the deal, sir..."
He flipped the photos out in front of him. Even he didn't know which was which.
"Are you interested in this game?.."
"..If you are...Take 5 of the photos..Doesn't matter which.."
"The deal is simple...Hss.."
He cackled..slyly..
"...If you defeat more of the people in these photos than me within a 6 month limit..I will give all of MY services to you.."
"Including this.."
He pointed at his mask..
"This mask is a novelty amongst japanese culture...It can be pawned of for say..Millions..."
He then used another hand to flip out an appraisal sheet.
"..If I win however.."
A small pause..
"You must give me your most precious possession.."
...He pointed at the holster on the dean's belt..
"..Your gun!!"
He hissed..as he held out both the phots and the sheets..
"Hss...What say you to this..gamble? O' Great "Kaufman"?"
(OoC: If you do choose to go through with this choose any 5 people you wish.)
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Post by The New Student Dean on Jan 4, 2008 22:00:08 GMT -8
OOC: OMG! WTF! BBQ! ...Sorry for taking so long. ^_^; I'll get a short post out for us, though. ..Just, with "Kaufman", in comparison with "Unfettered".. haven't been too interested with him, as of late.O' Great "Kaufman" "Hss...What say you to this..gamble? O' Great "Kaufman"?"A simple smile would light over his face..."...Rules?"
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