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[Richard Stock]

"What would you like, then?" Richard then asked, silently pleased.

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Four kinds of cold cut meats (chicken, beef, turkey, ham), a thicker form of bread (he'd made a stop at one of the nearby Japanese marts), the tomato sliced on site, four kinda of cheeses (this time Gouda, Swiss, cheddar, and blue). Lettuce leaves for crispness, salt and pepper just in case, the reusable dispensers with liquid condiments (mustard, ketchup, mayonnaise), butter for the bread if so desired---Richard assembled it all, adding extras, checking if she wanted extra sliced, none of something, a specialty cut.

He'd follow her dictation after his prompting, the air about him changing as they did. At the end of it, she thanked him.

The Englishman still wished he could had an accessible stove on site.

"You're very welcome," he'd reply in deadpan. He himself then joined in on it, making a sandwich for himself and drinking tea. It wasn't quite lunch, but the reprieve was welcome and this Youthberry was rather rejuvenating for the young British kid. 'Damn its price to hell, though.'

They finished up their food and Richard would practice receiving the cup from SJ, even if it was on the table next to her. A lot of what he felt with her was... learning not to rush or take shortcuts. It really put into perspective how much he acted in his own interest for speed. It was actually a little unsettling to try to be so relaxed... or as relaxed as his assignment with her allowed her to be.

"So, what's up with this school?"

"Well, delinquency.
"School for juvenlie hall kids,
"Constant violence---"

---The loud voices of three boys broke the silence of the empty cafeteria. All around the same height with a good half-foot on Richard, they swaggered in, two of them looking pretty beat-up. They were probably ditching class.
 

"---And so I said to him to give me his money---he lost Chuck's bag which had a lot of pricey shit in it and I kept Chuck off his fuckin' back. What's the big deal wanting a reward, amiright?"

His voice was a bit higher-pitched and shrill, as though he practiced screaming in an emo-band. No ones eyes really seemed to look into his.

"I dunno, hombre. No comprendo a lot of this shit that's going on, so I usually stick with my 'cuz. We go out to parties with the family, we check out the chiquitas... and if someone tries to fuck with us, the whole family's there, so, y'know---I wouldn't have even bothered with the punkass.

"Sorry about your shit, though, there was like... quatro... no, five of them."

For the pale-skinned Latino, "Pablo," he had a few cuts around on his arms and face. He kept making slurping noises, his voice rhythmic with a quick staccato. He sounded almost fluent in English, still reverting back to a few Spanish words. He just kept sucking the blood back in, like it would go straight back into his veins.

...His voice almost sounded familiar to Richard...


"Yeahyeahyeahyeah. Had to save both of your sorry asses. You guys owe me big time---not. HAHAHAHAHAHA. That's why you should always be carrying, though, bitch," the last one would shove the first with the butt of his metal pipe, "'Cause now, Pablo's all beat to shit and bloody. Y'know how hard it is getting close to his family just to fuckin' visit, you prick? Be grateful!---not, I would've done it anyways."

The last boy had the deepest voice, muffled slightly by the air filter mask he was wearing. He came in with a metal pipe that he liked to rattle and hit every other table with that they all walked by. His personality was a lot more cocky and vulgar than the other two and seemed to be the lead of their little group.

"Anyways, I need you two to ma---hey, the FUCK, Pablo, I thought you said the cafeteria was empty!"

"...SJ, we should go," the Englishman quickly said standing up and picking up his satchel. He chicken-winged his right arm like he did last time for her to grab onto, and she seemed to have a pretty good idea of where he was typically...

"Yeah, yeah, I'll take care of it. Pandejo."

Hurried steps rushed into a dash their way as the Latino charged down the aisle of tables.

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OOC: All of the NPC Teenage Thugs' Stats are set to 10.

[SJ Taylor]

"Um- wow--" 

She was beginning to think that the administrators didn't make last minute decisions on who they asked simply because of how well prepared he was. WHO BROUGHT THAT MUCH FOOD TO SCHOOL? SJ was a huge food junkie herself but she never brought a variety. Hers usually consisted of a combination of a sandwich (her favorite was actually a bagel with strawberry cream cheese, peanut butter, and banana slices), a bag of chips, a juice box (she effing LOVES juiceboxes) and some sort of fruit (she really likes strawberries). This is why she thought he knew he was her aid, because why else would he pack so much...? Right...? RIGHT?

"Well, delinquency.
"School for juvenlie hall kids,
"Constant violence---"

"---And so I said to him to give me his money---he lost Chuck's bag which had a lot of pricey shit in it and I kept Chuck off his fuckin' back. What's the big deal wanting a reward, amiright?"

Three pairs of footsteps with three voices. She didn't notice it right then, but the both of them fell silent. Not sure about Richard, but she also froze in movement, too. What got her to snap out of it was Burrito nudging against her leg, prompting her that it was time to go. 

"I dunno, hombre. No comprendo a lot of this shit that's going on, so I usually stick with my 'cuz. We go out to parties with the family, we check out the chiquitas... and if someone tries to fuck with us, the whole family's there, so, y'know---I wouldn't have even bothered with the punkass. Sorry about your shit, though, there was like... quatro... no, five of them."

His way of speech was unbearably annoying. He kept slurping- SJ just assumed he was salivating a lot which is actually what bothered her, but had she known it was blood, she might've had a little more sympathy. 

"Yeahyeahyeahyeah. Had to save both of your sorry asses. You guys owe me big time---not. HAHAHAHAHAHA. That's why you should always be carrying, though, bitch. 'Cause now, Pablo's all beat to shit and bloody. Y'know how hard it is getting close to his family just to fuckin' visit, you prick? Be grateful!---not, I would've done it anyways. Anyways, I need you two to ma---hey, the FUCK, Pablo, I thought you said the cafeteria was empty!"

"...SJ, we should go."

When she heard the sound of metal clanging against the tables- that's when she started to move. She swiped her bag back on and whistled low for Burrito, who adjusted himself accordingly beside SJ, though, emitted a low growl-- aw, what a sweet pup---- She took Richard's arm and follow after him, though with how they had been going around school before... 

She let go of Burrito who slowed down and would follow from behind. Something she noticed was that her pup had this alpha male personality-- she was sure that he was half Husky and half Samoyed but he sure had a lot of wolf-like tendencies. As a means to, like, 'protect the pack'..you know? He was still following after them, and if he wanted to run away, he most definitely could. Bigger dogs were kind of just naturally more agile than humans (unless they were just inhumanely fast, as SJ would come to know later at school).

"Shout out directions!"

One of SJ's greatest strengths was her sense of direction. It would be hard to run with her hand on his arm so she ended up grabbing his hand instead. But he needed to shout directions, otherwise if he didn't say anything and they were both running as fast as they could...and he suddenly turned right and SJ was full speed going straight...? They'd definitely fall.

[Richard Stock]

Richard didn't have a lot of time to stand up, but seemed to have a faster sense of timing than he did and stood up even faster than he did. Both of them with bags in hand, Richard didn't have much time to appreciate just how efficiently SJ got herself ready, how quick Burrito was to get on the defensive (well trained to a "T" Richard would later note to himself) and immediately began moving as quickly as he could with their arms locked.

"Awww... C'mon, amigos! We just wanna have a lil' taaaaaaalk~"

The distant shouts from the two others who lagging a little behind made Richard look back---and in good timing. His arm was loosed from his hip, and he felt his hand being tugged at instead. Burrito was tailing after them quickly. He saw that the two others from before were looking at some bags rather hurriedly, but were quickly packing up and starting to chase after them. The Latino guy was fast and was quickly gaining on them.

"Shout out directions!"

'Permission Granted.'

"12 o' clock! Long straight!"

He would begin to pull on her hand harder than before, running as his eyes kept looking around for a plausible means of escape. Not up the stairs---the steps would immediately limit their speed and it would limit their potential number of escape routes. They were circling around the tables to get to the main doorway... they'd make a run for it and either they'd get flagged down by a Pillar for them thinking they were ditching or they'd disappear off campus.

"Two o' clock! Then Three!"

He'd try to round them about the first turn of tables, but this unfortunate pathway led them closer to the other two, while the Latino (who still seemed to be sucking on the blood on his knuckles) had climbed up and was dashing and jumping from table to table.

...At least, that was the plan.

Richard would continue leading them along, Pablo finally slamming onto the ground just inches away when the first bell rang.

"First bell! Hang on tight!"

The Englishman's grip tightened as they rushed headlong into the crowds of people, Richard taking the brunt of people they were now slamming into to get away. Meanwhile the three were more aggressively pushing people to the side, making some of the crowds of people start to clear a path for the six of them.

---A door in front of them would open RIGHT in front of them!

"Stop! Door at 12---" *WHAM*

Richard himself would slam into the door, not stopping himself in time.

"Whoa! Hola, Richard," the familiar voice of the door open would greet them. A tall, strong-armed Latino. Yep, it was Simon. He looked past Richard and to the girl whose hand he was holding and stand Richard up and onto the ground from where he was recovering.

"DAMMIT! ANOTHER BABE!? WHAT'S WITH YOU AND WOMEN!?"

"BOLLOCKS, SIMON, THIS ISN'T---"

"Ah---Hola, Pablo!"

The persuing Latino who should have caught up with them more than a few sentences ago, Richard had realized, had stopped dead in his tracks as Simon greeted both himself and SJ rather warmly.

"Oh, a-a-ahhh, ahhh... hola... Big Cuz'."

The two others from before had just caught up, the metal-bar wielding one just stopping behind Pablo.

"We have all of it, now where are---oh." the mouth-filter wearing boy stuttered, staring up at Simon.

Simon narrowed his gaze.

"Uno momento, man... Chiquita---Perro?" he'd say excusing himself from Richard, SJ, and Burrito.

"...C'mon, let's leave them," Richard would motion to SJ. Still a little hurried, but now moving a little more calmly actually thankful for Simon for once.

In the distant din of students going to and from class, they would hear the shouts of the four of them...

"PABLO! Are you running for drugs again!?"

"SHOUT IT LOUDER, PANDEJO, MAYBE THE PILLARS HAVEN'T NOTICED YET."

"I'm just gonna leave now---"

"DON'T YOU FUCKIN' MOVE, GOTH-BLANCO."

"FUCK THIS, I'M GONNA---"

...

...

...

"...Jesus, Mary, and Joseph, look how much this guy was packing! You make your mama sad, Pablo!"

* * * * * * * * * * * * *

After school.

Finally.

After the shennanigans from before, Richard (while still training and with more than a few hiccups) escorted SJ to her remaining classes a little less eventfully, just full-on staying in for her remaining classes for the day just in case, his adrenaline spike and worry from before keeping him with her just in case.

He would show her to the main office, the library (more to also check if they had anything they could use for her textbook-wise), the bathrooms on the different floors... it ended up being a fairly exploratory day for them.

Walking outside with the rest of the students with the two of them, he'd stretch himself out a little bit while keeping his arm steady for her.

"...We'll go over it soon," he'd say, referring to all the different rooms.

"Do you have a ride?
"Are you walking home? If so...
"Where will I meet you?" he'd say, referring to tomorrow.

[SJ Taylor]

BRRRRRIIIIIIIIINNNNNG!!!!!! 

The first bell. SJ winced at how loud it was- she was sensitive to sound and she didn't realize how loud it was going to be with this many people. Her private school was significantly smaller than #259, and their bells certainly didn't sound like an alarm that goes off in the morning to wake up. Bump after bump after bump- there were so many people in the halls and Burrito was growling and snapping at the intruders following closely behind. It was not the first time she heard Burrito sound so angry, and she realized it certainly would not be the last. She felt extremely sorry, though, that she was putting her beloved canine under so much stress. 

But she had to wonder- did Burrito have some wolf blood in him? All the articles she's researched on huskies and samoyeds resulted in a more tame temperament. Burrito was only tame sometimes. He was a little larger than most huskies but... 

"OOF!" 

SJ fell onto her butt but her front side was what was in pain. Of course she ran into something- or someone- but it wasn't either of their faults. Door had opened and Richard did say stop but... She's not athletic by any means, and the momentum of running was carrying her forward whether he liked it or not! 

Simon? 

Pablo? 

She was starting to match names with voices. But it was kind of a lot to process given that everything was heightened because of the adrenaline rush. She was on the floor, so...she got up. Check. Burrito stepped beside her and knocked the leash-bar against her hand. Check. She was in one piece. Check. Annnnd Richard was now guiding her away from the trouble makers because....? Well probably because it was just a good idea. 

She stayed silent after that, not mentioning what had happened as she went on with the usual business of teaching Burrito her classes, the library and other miscellaneous places. 

The library though. 

The library is where she wanted to stay. Granted, a lot (or just...all) of the books were completely useless because after talking with the librarian, they had zero books that could accommodate to her lack of vision. But still, it was a quiet place; a calm place- and for that reason, she already knew where her favorite location in the school was and where she'd be spending her time in the future.  

"I have a ride. Maybe at the library tomorrow before class? I think I'll be at the school some 15-20 minutes before first period. I'll text you when I get here!" 

She had a driver. As pompous and snobby as it may have seemed- but her drivers changed frequently depending on their schedules. They were all college students that were making easy money, and plus! It was fun getting to know them, their dreams and aspirations. It was like making older brothers and sisters who would always look out for her. It was neat-o.