Cafeteria Thread #1

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OOC:
I'll be marking most of my thread like this, only ones that is deemed "important" Will have titles. Open to all, fight can ensue if provoked... Anyways, let's begin.

IC:
~Sitting in the cafeteria wasn't one of his first options to enjoy his free time at school with. But netherless he had to make the best of it. Sitting with his standard clothing, he tried to act normal as he can be. And since by his crafty ways he was able to bring in his throwing knives he casually pulled on out from his jacket pocket. I slowly flipped it up and down and tried balancing the tip of the blade upon his finger. Boredom was setting in.~

"How... Annoying. I try something new due to Marcus' contant nagging about not being a loner and now... all the hype of this place seem... Droll at best..."

~He carefully pulled out three more and began to flip them in the air, he slowly juggled three small throwing knives in the middle of a crowded area... Was he trying to get attention? I think not. Maybe.~

OOC:
A bit small but just join, could get more interesting...

[Misfate]

Hitting the cafeteria after a rather demanding P.E. class, Crim began to look for as much food as possible. He was a little on edge about his new school after seeing a throw between the captain and the dean, which he left before it could get any worse. This was a bit of a fucked up place, and apparently, everyone besides him already knew it.

He hadn't made a name for himself yet, but Crim was a big guy. I mean really big, mainly due to the fact he was training hard for the future. Adding to his unease about this place, as he was walking he saw a kid with knives!

"What the hell..."

This kid actually brought knives to a place where you could get beaten soundly for just showing up late, and worse yet, he was flipping them around like a showoff. Crim kept his even pace, as not to draw attention by changing it, closed the distance between them, never actually looking at him, rather feeling him out with his mind. Crim was surprisingly stealthy for his size, mainly training with marines in some of their "air-soft from hell" games. When he was close, Crim reached out to grab one of the knives, by the handle, as he had done countless times before.

"What the hell are you doing???"

[Zana]

Sitting at the end of the table, Zanathos bit into his sandwich with vigor.
Munching on his lunch, he looked over to his right and saw a young man twirling knives through the air with grace and dexterity.
"Hmm...thats pretty nifty," Zan muttered as he finished his sandwich and made his way over to the knife-juggler for a better look.
Approaching this kid, Zan stared at him as if he was looking into a crystal globe, about to foretell the future. The longer he stared at the knives, the more mesmerized he became.
"Thats ...really...cool..," Zan told the kid as he shook his head from the hypnosis of the circular motion created by the knives.

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'...Hm?...'

~He kept my pace as began to casually change the style in which the knives were thrown in the air. He quickly lifted his leg and began to catch and toss as his arms moved fluidly in and out between his legs. It wasn't harmful to anyone around him. He would partake in anything that would hurt anyone around him, unless he truly detest him/her. But that along wasn't his style. He wouldn't juggle his knives unless he was planning to get some quick money or to entertain his own self. And it seems like his "knife play" was drawing a bit of a crowd. Chuckling lightly, he just continued as one the guys in the area came closer and spoke.~

~Mystel's attention was a bit drawn to it as he continued without stopping and without looking at the sharp objects in mid-air. Mystel's face seem emotionless but yet intrigued by his comment. He sighed lightly and turned his face towards the boy as he spoke in a deep, monotone voice.~

"Not as cool as you think..."

~And then he felt a presence, a person reaching for him. That alone made him stop and grab the two knives before reaching for the last one. The boy was quick but Mystel quickly swung both blades, closing them together. Mystel grabbed the stand alone blade before he had a hand on it. He turned them and inserted them back in his jacket. Mystel wasn't careless. But he was too focus on the knives that he was able to keep the juggle going. That alone help this... Boy to get even this close under Mystel. He slowly turned his face to the boy as he seen the boy in question. The boy said his question as Mystel's eyes closed into slit-like position.~

"What the hell are you doing???"

~Mystel turned his chin up and spoke to answer the only the way he could.~

"Entertaining myself... Unless you wish to dance a jigg for me to help me sustain a liking to this... place."

[Misfate]

Crim, having missed the blade, as the student was rather fast, kept his hand moving and then placed it on his shoulder. Looking him in the eye, the guy nearly ignoring him, responded;

"Entertaining myself... Unless you wish to dance a jigg for me to help me sustain a liking to this... place."

Crim couldn't believe what he was hearing, this guy was either cocky as hell, downright stupid, or both. Crim wondered if he was just trying to get one of the enforcers to come after him.

"Hey man, i haven't been here long, but Ive seen what the enforcers do to people of stick their necks out an it ain't pretty. Besides, this is a school your not supposed to like it. Now if you'll please not bring the enforcers down on us...?"

[Rasha Sorel]

Rasha was back here once again. After so many abscences which Marcus eventually found out about. Those stupid cards that come to the house annoucning the number of absenties. How annoying is that? And to think she almost got away with it too. But she was going to return one day - one day when she felt better. Better to be around people and such. Slowly those days were behind her. But then again they were still near, cause in the back of her mind it was still lingering. She was much better than she was before, but she was still a bit distance from Marcus, Yahiko and especially Mystel. Rasha used to be so playful with him, but ever since a certain incident - she has cease to be so close to him.

She sat in the cafeteria at a table all alone. Wearing a black hoodie, the hood covering most of her dark locs- though some still found their way out. Her face was barely showing cause of the dark shadow that was casted over it by the hood. Black cargo pants covered her lower body, while a red tank occuiped the upper half of the body. Medium sized silver hoops dangled from each ear, as a silver chain with a small rose pendant hung from her neck. Not to far from her there seemed to be a bit of a commotion going on. Nothing bad it seemed.

People are amazed so easily by anything these days aren't they..[/i]

Being a bit curious herself, considering that all she saw was knives over the crowd. Rasha stood up as the knives seemed to cease appearing and disappearing. With a small 'hmm?' she stood up and gently lifted her hood up just a little - revealing her fair skin and hazel orbs just a bit as she looked over.

Heh I should've known that was him... I thought one of those knives looked familiar... Heh it's from the set I brought him... That spaz lost the other two... Hmm..[/i]

She let a small smirk out a bit as she sat back down, her eyes still looking towards him from beyond the hood.

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"Hmm... You sound like a man who doesn't like to take risks or just seem like a coward of a man. As big as you are, I hope it the first claim."

~Mystel's eyes soften under his eyelids. He opened those eyes and relaxed his muscles. One thing that was a good factor of training and time at the organization, was his natural defense and awareness of a fighter and as an assassin. But proving from his words. Mystel dubbed him to be no threat what so ever. He also looked down quickly to the knife he almost had a hand on. Of course it was his property, but he wouldn't go to such lengths to keep the said blade. It was special to him... well special because he lost the last two that matched it. It came in a set a three, these blades were made and giving to him as a present by Rasha. He couldn't possibly lose this one... Not after what Rasha about this last one...~

"If you lose this... Mystel. So help me... you will NEVER get anything from me again. And also losing something of this magititude... You lose something in the same weight..."

~Hearing those words in his head at this very moment made him drop a sweat from what could be the said weight to be lost. He quickly shook his head and spoke again.~

"And so? These "Enforcers," Are they... formitable? They seem to be "scary" in your eyes and words. How bad are they?"

~Mystel's interest was peaked. These enforcers could be the fun he was looking for. Or maybe, something to keep him on his toes. Training for what may come in the future. He was tired of running from his opposition and also, his body was growing sluggish by the day. Something to note in the future.~