What's Over Here? (Assignment) [Richard/Asiv]

[Richard Stock]

With what could only be described and stalked walking, Richard seemed to grow in the role of his character, puffing out his shoulders, his ponytail hanging down from his right shoulder. Something heavier so as to go with his role of being a "Wrestling Champ." He began to hear curses... primarily in his direction. About the clubs, the gangs, and even the Pillars who had split into warring factions. In a lot of ways, it felt like the equivalent of if Stevie were to step down... except right now, from Stevie's own admission, she didn't seem to have as much influence... and logically that would mean by comparison to the enigmatic Student Captain.

Effectively, there was a power struggle, wherein normal students would become the victims of whom the Factions would vent their stress from their paranoia on. Who was a spy? Who wasn't a spy? Was said paranoia warranted? How many of them allied?

Richard found himself wanting to know the identities even closer of the ones they had beaten up and that the 259ers had chased away. Were they all from the wrestling club? Did the factions ally and betray each other?

This.

This is why the Student Hierarchy was needed. And the insurance for the balance of power, to keep them in check was the S.H.C.P.

To prevent a school from turning into a bloody shithole like this.

Richard rendezvoused with Stevie after a while of whispering, and her words seemed to connect some of the dots of the thoughts that were bouncing around in his head. The Englishman nodded gruffly, glaring at the 260ers... as was part of his role.

"They lack unity,
"Gangs, Clubs, Pillars made factions,
"And ruin this place."

...What was PHS #260's Student Captain doing? Richard thought anxiously, not quite having the whole picture. He paused, thinking, his arms crossing over his chest uncharacteristically.

"Let's hunt Principal," he finally nodded, agreeing with Stevie's initial lead idea.

[Stevie-Rae]

"Alright. The school Captain is gone and there is a problem with the principal. He locked himself away in his office, so it shouldn't be a problem with finding him. Follow my lead. I think i can think of a way to get inside and not have a problem with others following. Push me back and yell something fight related. I'll run inside and you'll chase me."

Maybe after we were inside we would be able to get to his office and see what the hell was going on. They lacked unity huh? Sounded good. They wouldn't attack together then.

[Richard Stock]

No School Captain and an absentee Principal? Darkly, Richard though to PHS #259.

This was the fate of a school without the Student Hierarchy? It made the presence of the S.H.C.P. then, in his mind, more advantageous, in possibility of the fact that if the Student Hierarchy were ever to fall...

Thoughts for later. Right now, he still had a task on hand to... 'follow her lead'... So he was initiating?

Well, here he hoped there wouldn't be any Choir or Wrestling club members around.

He muttered something (nonsense, but it was hard to tell), that was audible enough for nearby students to at least detect and stomped towards her. He hefted up his shoulders and slid off his jacket, making himself look larger. From underneath his Wrestling cap, he shot a steely glare at her.

---Abruptly, he shot out his arms at her shoulder in an attempt to push her over by surprise---but the reality in the force was that it would be much softer, so she could dodge or fall at her own leisure to no damage.

"THAT WASN'T THE DEAL!" the young British "Wrestler" suddenly snarled.

[Stevie-Rae]

I had to quickly hide my smile as he stepped into his role. To make it seem as though he was stronger than I, I would have to sell it. He wouldn't have been able to push me over otherwise. I fell back, seemingly hard and fell on my bum. My face contorted in pain and fear. I hoped he would still follow, knowing it was an act.

"The... The deal is off. I can't... I can't do it, man! I can't steal em anymore!"

I'd scramble to my feet and take a few steps back, knowing he'd sell this well. My hands came up protectively in front of me.

"I can't man."

[Richard Stock]

The feelings on his hands were that of someone who should not have been pushed over, so Richard had to catch himself when Stevie in fact did, lest they dispel the illusion. His younger adolescent years played before him on the streets of London. Whether or not she was in pain or no, the Englishman was following through.

Her mewls displeased him. Breaking the deal would cost him and his blokes a load of money. It wasn't his concern how she got them. And if she stole them, all she had to focus on was not getting caught. That would mean war between the wrestling team and the choir team, and neither were about to have that, so he'd have to set this bloody Yankee straight now.

He stomped after her, stalking her, his back hunching over further.

"BOLLOCKS, YOU WANKER."

She was full of shit, and he'd let her know so. She would get it for him, and that was final---

With his arms bent like a lineman ready to hangar-clip a man in the neck he suddenly sped at her, ensuing violence sure to follow!

...And that, ladies and gentlemen, was English theatrics.

[Stevie-Rae]

"Let me be! I'll pay!"

My eyes widened with fear and i turned and ran! Into the school, straight for the principal's office, well, maybe a few turns to suggest i was running away in fear.

Left. Right. Straight. Fake left , then right. Running. Running. Running.

[Richard Stock]

Stevie would only receive a vicious snarl in response, Richard's arms spread to a controlled half-wingspan, as he chased after her into the school... following her. With the chase scene, and his hat, he was sure to scare off more of the normals, and as long as no one intervened, they'd blend in with the more violent/typical crowds here.

Left. Right. Straight... almost got juked with the fake left, and then literally right after her.

Chasing. Chasing. Chasing.

Looking. Looking. Looking.

[Zack Asiv]

Luckily the ruse was well played and most people moved to avoid the conflict. Once inside they would note many of the floor tiles cracked, broken, craters, holes into class rooms, broken windows, lockers hanging open, dented, or destroyed, and graffiti. However they would pass the main office, and then the principals office, which was made of metal.

[Stevie-Rae]

I slowed to a stop as we were about to pass the Principal's office. Looking around, I made sure there weren't any students before walking up to it and looking around. I figured since he had been missing for some time, people may avoid the area. However, the opposite may also happen. No Principal, no rules, right? If there were no rules, I'd walk around the structure, assuming i could, and see if there were any ways inside it.

I nodded to Richard to do the same. I'd look up one side and he the other. Perhaps there was a way that didn't involve me trying to break down the door. I looked over at Richard after a bit.

"Nice job. I may have to make you my Second in command. Assuming you'd like the job."

[Richard Stock]

They kept running, and Richard kept chasing after her as they looked about... both for the Principal's office as well as the presence of students currently. He'd adjust accordingly by either the increase of students by chasing or the absence of students by calming down. When they ran into a clearing with no students, he caught her nodding at him, as she slowed down into walk and gestured for him to follow suit.

He watched her for a few moments before realizing to what extent she meant and then began mirroring her in checking out an opposite side of the wall, while still keeping a vigilance for other nearby students.

While we still weren't too far from each other, Richard caught Stevie's eye---

"Nice job. I may have to make you my Second in command. Assuming you'd like the job."

...

The Freshmen froze. Then he looked up, a little thoughtfully...

---

It was dinner time at the apartment, and all the members were at the table. Through some fortunate piece of luck, the cameo-wearing tanned man with sharp teeth and a green-haired man in a Fedora and a nice suit hadn't broken out into a fight and were... "convinced" by a black-uniformed man with teal hair and an eye-patch over his left eye to both help set up the table with silverware, while he would monitor the both of them with steely eyes from his wheelchair at the end of the table. A brunette-to-purple-haired lady wearing a corset and a skirt sat scowling, while a long-haired brunette in a mildly militaristic uniform sat opposite of her giggling.

...A man with long, white hair and an eye-patch over his left eye (the group never stopped giving white-hair and teal-hair shit for their similarities) came in, toting several hot dishes in his hands, placing them at the center of the oval-square table. Family style dinner as usual.

Richard, being the new member, sat quietly, listening in intently as the corset girl and the angry-looking sharp-teethed guy started arguing over sharp-teeth guy's manners, Green Hair and Long Hair started talking about boys, and Teal Hair started giving White Hair shit. All as usual.

It all made the bartender a little awkward, but they insisted that he join them, and finding no further excuses, he at the least enjoyed their company.

"...Tell me again, though. Vhy. VHY vould du need a second Hierarchy? If das school goes to shit, just let it, it's das failure of das students---it means nein eins decided to take a stand, nein eins cared enough to improve the school," the teal-haired man muttered frustratedly, raising his black gloved hands in exasperation before resting one of them on his military black cap to his dish's left.

Calmly, collectively, the white-haired man rested his elbows on the table, his mashed potatoes barely touched as he steepeld his fingers to rest his head behind.

Of course he was smiling, that perpetually amused look on his face as he stared at his compatriot with patient, reasoning eyes.

"Vhen Ich approached Mr. Asiv, he assigned me second-in-command of the S.H.C.P. under John Ong. And as he explained to me... Ve vere a competing force with the Student Hierarchy. A equal force. But, more zen zat, Ich discerned for meinself, ve gave das Student Hierarchy something to work towards. Something to beat. Something... to motivate das students to grow stronger vith.

"Ich have often wondered if Mr. Asiv knew zat Barker would be back, zat das school vould be under attack. Zat das students vere far too weak as they vere to fight back. Und if so... he ist a far more clever und dangerous man zen Ich have given credit for. Even more so---"

---

---Richard seemed to snap out of the daze, the daydream, but it would be hard to tell if he was remembering or dreaming. Instead, he would've looked like he just finished thinking. Not even five seconds had passed since Stevie had asked him, and he made a light rolling in his throat.

"...Mmm, I'll consider," he said finally looking back at her... Although not all his attention would seem to be there, before he blinked a few times.

'It never happened. Stop pretending it was real.'

He looked back at the wall for any vents or weak points... and then would walk back on over to the door. He would examine the metal door---was there a lock? Did it look like a hair pin could fit inside? How about the walls immediately surrounding and the hinges that the door relied on to open and close with? He would place a hand on it to feel it out, to feel out the grooves, to see what material the sides of the door were made of... and in particular, the ceiling above it. A clean entry would be preferable as breaking down the door might draw in more students, but if they had to...

[Zack Asiv]

[PERCEPTION CHECK: Pass]

Seemed no one really cared about the Principal as long as he stayed out of things. At ;east someone paying enough attention would notice what Richard and Stevie would be able to see. The hinges were made of brass, no key hole, and the ceiling was normal Styrofoam panels opening into a space. The door would easily come off the hinges if the hinges were broken, or they could climb up and over in the styrofoam.

[Stevie-Rae]

I gave Richard a smile as he said he'd think on it. It was definitely something to think on. Not something to rush into... Like I did. But now that I had it, I would hold it up like I was supposed to and watch over the populace.

Looking around i'd notice that only the door was metal... Really? Not even the ceiling was metal. It was just too much for me to pass up. I loved to make big entrances. Besides, who could pass up dropping in from the ceiling tiles and saying a good one liner like in the movies?

I made my way over to the wall and looked up. I'd turn my head to the side and grin at Richard. like this. [[Just.... With no blood, of course... >_>]]

"Wanna go up?" I'd let the words come out softly, still smiling at Richard. This was going to be way more fun than it should be.

If he approved, i'd look for a way into the room. Up and over would be the diagnosis.

[Richard Stock]

Richard confirmed for himself what he was looking for, and even Stevie came on back to the door and seemed to figure it out at the same time. Stevie would grin at the Freshmen, an idea forming...

Richard raised a brow back at her, concerned with her sudden enthusiasm.

And of course she asked the question. Richard sighed, looking downward before nodding. 'It was really going to happen like this, wasn't it,' he figured. While she looked Richard turned his back towards the metal door and squatted backwards, using the metal door for support. Then he would cup both his hands together, making a step for Stevie if she so wanted it.

"Open when inside," he explained. Even if this didn't work (Richard was confident or proud enough that he figured he could hold her up as a step), the concept was the same---she'd already proven to him in the fight prior that she was athletically capable.

[Stevie-Rae]

Ok. I know i looked crazy, but i wasn't. I am so not crazy. I just.... Ok... I might be a little crazy, but that's beside the point. I looked around the door again and decided on my approach. Yes it would do quite nicely. I blinked a few times as he prepared for me to use him as a stair.

"Not quite what I had in mind... I was thinking we could find something to stand on, but if you like, I can do that as well."
I paused for a second to rethink the plan. Going over his back now didn't really change a whole lot, but it might have still required for a bit of planning. Once I had decided, I'd snap my fingers.
"Got it! Alright, so, we can remove the pins holding the door in place at the hinges and then I go up and over. After I am in, I can get the door open from there. Seeing as how there is no key hole and all."
I smiled, obviously pleased with my plan.
"Sound good to you?"

If he agreed, I'd pull off one of my spurs and begin trying to wedge te pins out of the door as quietly as possible.

[Richard Stock]

Richard's head perked up as Stevie declined his idea to see if the ceiling was a valid entryway and brought up good points such as the possibility of finding something to climb on. Or at least immediately. Richard had been rushing, making a decision without her---that was impolite. He watched her as she seemed to go into thought, before Stevie snapped her fingers, expressing the revised plan.

If he had any questions or qualms about it, it would be impossible to tell, his expression not changing. Instead, the young Englishman looked at the door. At her confirming question, he would nod, arm crossed against his stomach as a platform to suppirt his right elbow as he perched his chin on his hand.

"Then let's do that, then."

Unfolding his arms, he'd step beside her and look at the hinges and paused for a moment, thinking. Was the Principal really here? How did he get in without a key lock? Was it remote control and there were electronics in place?

And this is where prepping the door but going up and over anyways still sort of made sense. Preparing for all sorts of circumstances.

Stevie went at the pins with one of her boot spurs... Richard looked over at her.

"I apologize."

For what?---

The British kid rolled back his right sleeve and then stuck out his tongue as far as it could go, lolling it down to his chin. Cupping his hand underneath his mouth, he seemed to chew in his cheeks for a moment before tipping his mouth forward and a small stream of saliva came streaming down his tongue. When the small puddle formed, immediately stopped, grimacing at his hand. Or perhaps at himself. He didn't seem like he was very happy having done that.

But then, the hand with the saliva found its contents slathered over the next hinge down (presumably, after all, with Stevie being tall and Richard being short, they'd gone for their height-appropriate hinges). A lubricant for the hinge pins. With a paused reluctance, he crouched a little lower to wipe off and dry his hand on the side of the wall. He began scowling, glaring at his hand.

"...Bloody filthy shit."

When his hand was sufficiently dried... and covered with dirt from the wall (he seemed to shudder every time he re-realized that), he tucked his ponytail forward for a moment, plucked out one of his hairs with his clean hand, and then began trying to loop the hair around the head of the hinge pin/nail. If it went ideally, the saliva would help lubricate the pin/nail through the crevices and the hair would be able to slide it out more easily. All he had to do was get it one inch out and he could grip the rest with his fingers.

...However, if it was too rusted or dirtied over, the hair would either slip through his fingers or snap... in which case, he wouldn't really have any tools on hand to get the pin out and would have to wait until Stevie used her spurs on that hinge as well.