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Post by Chrynos on Mar 26, 2007 7:25:09 GMT -8
In an alleyway in between two buildings, one of which was right beside 259, mischief was once more stirring. This time, it took the form of two men and a few cans of spray paint. What were they doing? Well, they were making a fan art of 259. Or, was it really fan art? It would be, if you took out the 'FUCK' at the top of the well-designed 259. Then, finally finished with the number 5, they stepped back for a moment, laughing at their work.
"Isn't that nice?"
"Nice? Is that all you can say? This is a work of art, my friend! It's dedicated to those retards who study in that cursed 259! That fucked-up school, kicking us out like that. What did we do anyway? That bastard picked the fight. It's ten minutes till they get dismissed, and I wanna make sure they see this!"
"Maybe we should make the FUCK bigger, eh? Just to let them see."
And they both laughed as they stepped forward once more, continuing with their work. Then, as the one further away from the entrance of the alleyway dropped his can accidentaly and watched as it rolled down the alley, he followed after it. The other simply continued with the 'art', until, of course, a shadow filled the entrance of the alley. The one who had walked away to find his can, was named Bob, the other was named Jim. Simple names, yes, but whatever.
Then, as Bob made his way back, he suddenly found the alleyway empty. He stopped in his tracks, looking around for a moment. "Jim? HEY, JIM! Come out, you fucktard. Stop playing around!" And then, Jim did come out as he flew through the second floor window, hitting against the empty wall, before landing on the ground in front of Bob, who cursed loudly in surprise.
"Nice art."
The loud and deep voice came from behind Bob, who instinctively and nervously spun around, almost twisting his ankle as he fell backwards. He shifted himself backwards, not wanting to get near whoever the man was, watching in fear as he appeared from the shadows. A rather large man with long and spiky purple hair and red eyes, wearing a black shirt with a silver cross in the middle that stretched from his neck to the bottom of his shirt and wearing brown cargo pants. On his right hand, was a Ring that seemed to make Bob shiver in fright, goosebumps running down his spine. And then, he suddenly found his retreat blocked and turned around, only to see Jim's unconcious face behind him. He jumped upwards, yelling in sheer fright as suddenly, he felt something grab the back of his shirt and lift him up in the air. Whoever this man was, he was strong. Bob found himself being carried to his 'work of art', then tried to shake himself free, but to no avail. This man had an awesome grip.
"So, this is your art? Well, clean it up." And suddenly, Bob was thrown towards the wall, his nose crunching under the impact and blood spraying outwards, covering parts of the 'painting'. Still concious, he dropped onto the floor and turning around, he looked at the man that stood high behind him.
"Wh-Who are you?"
"Call me... Dark."
And wham, a single fist to the face send more blood spraying and also taking away Bob's conciousness. Letting out a sigh, the graduate stood up, taking out a piece of cloth from his pocket and wiping the blood off his right fist, especially one of his precious items, the Ring Of Horror.
"Cursed hooligans."
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Post by Mitsuki Park on Mar 26, 2007 10:49:50 GMT -8
"Mitsuki.. The kids who got expelled are writing graffiti on the building next to us! It says to f-ck 259.."
Two random students from the school came knocking into her classroom quietly, informing the teacher, Mitsuki herself, along with 23 other students about what was going on. Her eyes were directed upon the teacher, as if asking permission to excuse herself from class to deal with these trouble makers, and the teacher herself merely nodded in agreement. The kids murmured quietly amonst eachother, about who was recently expelled, and what Mitsuki would do to them when she got there. She gathered her belongings and made her way out, following behind the two students who had come to get Mitsuki. Her items were put into her locker, and after that, she told the two students to follow her to the alley. Why? Well, incase she really has to fight them, someone has to take them to the hospital.
However, when Mitsuki arrived at the "scene of the crime", she saw a guy with...purple hair. Oddly enough, he was wiping blood off his fist, which meant that he was the one who took care of the two idiots on the ground. The two who followed behind her looked back at Mitsuki, and she merely gave a nod, signaling that they can go ahead. The two rushed passed the purple haired man and picked up the unconscious bodies, then went on their way to find some taxi or something to take them to the hospital. They would take them to the nurse, but seeing as they are no longer registered as students from 259...
She ignored the purple haired guy as she looked up at the graffiti. A blank look on her face, as always, not even the slightest bit surprised. Their rival - PHS 260 - did this quite often, and the same thing went vice versa. Her one and only initial thought was that the whole student body of 259, along with the staff members were not going to like this. Although it was no surprise, this "art" was a whole lot bigger than she expected it to be. Not only will it take days to wash off, but while they're washing it off, more graffiti will be found on other walls near 259. No one dared to write graffiti on the actual school itself, seeing that it's somehow always infested with students.
Heh...surprise, surprise...[/color]
Now, Mitsuki was - is - related to Hyunie Park. Distant cousins. In fact, there are two Hyunie Parks. The one that supposedly died - from 552 - and the one that's supposedly living - from 499 - only...499 didn't pass the test. So wherever Hyunie Park from 499 is right now, is beyond her. It would be no surprise if he saw a little bit of his Destiny inside Mitsuki, nor would it be a big surprise if they even sort of looked alike. Now, Mitsuki wouldn't even know who Hyunie is because of the complicated family tree. If she did know about Hyunie, then she'd probably know about all those other Parks as well. And besides... Hyunie was probably Mitsuki's dad's, brothers, wife's, ex-husband's, sister's son's, sister in law's, husband's daughter. Something like that.
After a wave of silence, she glanced at the guy with purple hair before turning around to walk away. No sign of "thank you's" or anything of the likes. What? She never asked him to get rid of the "cursed hooligans".
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Post by Chrynos on Mar 27, 2007 6:25:51 GMT -8
Dark was about to place the bodies at the entrance of the alley way for someone to pick them up, when he noticed that suddenly, the hallway seemed darker. Turning his head towards the road, he saw three figures standing there, one with long hair and the other short, that Dark could easily tell. The light, after all, was at Dark's direction, meaning that the graduate could not see the trio clearly, either than their outline. Dark stared at them for a moment, wondering who they were and more importantly, whose side where they on? And then, as the two male came up, Dark clenched his fist instinctively, waiting for them to throw a punch, only to relax as they walked past him, instead making their way to the two unconcious hooligans. Dark turned his head slightly, watching as one of them picked up Jim and carried him away.
Ignoring the two for a moment, he turned his attention to the girl. Well, it seemed that she had the scene taken care of. Jerking his head to side and letting out a rather loud crack, he started walking out of the hallway, towards the female. But then, when Dark was nearing the female, he got a clearer vision of her as she turned around and his eyes widened, his feet suddenly rooted to the ground. Could it be? Nah, couldn't be. She was far from California, in the city of New York. She couldn't be here, could she? As she disappeared from sight, Dark suddenly found himself jogging out of the alleyway, standing at the road side and looking at her direction. It didn't look like her. The height was different, but he could have sworn that she looked almost like Destiny. Walking after her until he was a few feet away, he spoke.
"Hey, excuse me, young miss, but have we met?"
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Post by Mitsuki Park on Mar 27, 2007 10:51:19 GMT -8
"No."
Simple and blunt. Without sparing him a glance, she continued to walk onward. If they had met before, she wouldn't have forgotten him, considering that he has purple hair; how many guys do you see with purple hair? Not to mention long and spiked at the same time. It was like he was in some kind of Anime; you know...purple hair, defying gravity and all..
Diiiing~[/size]
There goes the school bell.
Students from 259 poured out of the four buildings, like an army of ants coming to attack a grasshopper. No doubt some of them will run straight to the alley to see if what happened was really true, then rumors will spread, thinking that PHS 260 students did this, and then they'll get their own spray paint and go over to their school, and do the same thing...not only that, but their school captain will probably cap their faces into the walls until their blood smears all over the so called magic called art. And then the school captain from PHS 260 will have a "friendly" chat with many of the students from PHS 259, and the school captain of PHS 259 won't exactly have a choice but to have a "friendly" chat with many of the students from PHS 260. So you see...
This one little thing that two little brats did is causing more than enough trouble.
These chain of events that are about to come up will totally suck...
But then again, you never know if it'll actually happen, so it's best to just hope for the better.
She watched silently as the students ran towards the alley, cursing out profanity towards whoever they think had fun with paint. She obviously stopped walking, the hospital mask still pulled over the bottom half of her face, her emotionless brown eyes merely looking straight ahead as if this purple haired man doesn't even exist.
Destiny and Mitsuki may have things in common.
Personality wise, Mitsuki would be the "old" Destiny; of when Destiny and Dark first met during the fight. That is probably who Dark would be reminded of.
Combat wise, Mitsuki was not only faster, but smarter and stronger. She had more stamina, could be more social, and gave off one helluva aura.[/color]
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Post by Chrynos on Mar 30, 2007 4:12:59 GMT -8
Wow. That was short and straightforward. Dark stopped in his tracks, speechless after the reply. Wait, why was this feeling familiar? This wasn't the first time he felt it? And then, he had a sudden flash in his head as he was reminded of his first meeting with Destiny, when she has a comment to everything he did. Short and straight comments that would always leave Dark speechless. It was only when the bell rang did Dark snap out of his thinking trance. He looked up and saw students pouring out of the school, almost blocking her from his view. Letting out a soft yelp, he paced forward, until once more he reached the girl.
"Ah, alright. Well, sorry to disturb you, then. You just reminded me of someone, that's all."
Dark then scratched the back of his head in slight nervousness, following the girl as he did. Whoever this girl was, she seemed important and... Tough. She gave out this aura of authority and power. Dark then remembered the two boys that had followed her earlier. Who was she?
"By the way, name's Dark. What about you?"
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Post by Mitsuki Park on Mar 30, 2007 10:40:02 GMT -8
"Mitsuki Park."
Park.
Rewind.
Destiny was Hyunie Park. Doo-dee-dum. You figure the rest out; shouldn't be too hard, now should it?
One thing is for sure; she found his name a bit odd. Dark? Then..is there actually someone in the world name Light? Probably. She shouldn't be surprised if she found someone named Black or Red, or even one lettered names. Heh, odd world, is it not? Another odd thing is that he said she reminded him of someone; could he possibly know her brother? Because other than that, she knew a couple of people that looked a bit like her, but personality wise? Not so many people. If there was someone, however, who was a bit like herself, than she'd definitely not only be surprised, but try to eliminate the other; the thought of someone being just like her irked her to no degree, and made her think as if someone were trying to take her life.
Fastforward. Play.
"You don't go to 259, do you."
More like a statement than a question, really. She wasn't asking him either; she was merely pointing it out. Which made her wonder..
Why'd he beat up the two?
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Post by Chrynos on Mar 30, 2007 23:29:01 GMT -8
Park? Wait, Park as in Hyunie Park? Dark didn't think he's eyes would grow that big, but it just did, as more questions poured into his mind. Dark, without even knowing it, continued to walk, following her subconciously as he tried to put the pieces of the puzzles together. Almost the same personality, and also the same surname. Coincidence? Maybe. Dark looked up, scanning her figure. Well, she did look a bit like Destiny when Dark first met her, but this girl seemed a little more... Graceful? And then, her next question snapped him out of his trance, as he looked at Mitsuki. Mitsuki. Wasn't that a Japanese name? That did decrease the chances of her being Hyunie's relative, considering Hyunie was Korean. But... Well, maybe she was born as a Korean in Japan? Maybe. But Dark didn't really had the right the comment on her name. After all, his name wasn't any better at all. He really needed to get a new alias.
Did Dark go to 259? Well, he did GO to 259, technically, but he didn't study there. Why, though, the graduate himself did not know. Probably because an old 'idol' of him was there, and a fellow defender was studying there too. Hiroko and Saito, respectively. He had to wonder, what made them transfer to THIS school? Was it cause of its peacefulness? Or teaching efficiency? Maybe. Either way, Dark too seemed drawn to the school. Plus, it was the only place he found that he could waste time at until his college application was finally accepted. That could take a while, though, considering his earlier reply. Maybe, he could try working as a security guard here in the school instead? After all, it seemed less boring that being a security guard at a shopping mall.
"Well, not really. Just looking for a job here. Oh, and by the way, do you happen to know anyone by the name of.... Hyunie Park?"
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Post by Mitsuki Park on Apr 2, 2007 16:41:21 GMT -8
She stopped walking when he mentioned the name, "Hyunie Park". She turned slightly to look over at him, curious as to where he got such a name. Taking some time to think about it, she thought the name sounded familiar, but it didn't ring a bell. She assumed it was some distant cousin or something, probably not even related by blood. Eh, whatever the case, she started walking down the side walk once again towards the school to get her bag.
"No."
Of course, that doesn't mean she won't look into it once she got home. She'll ask her brother, call her biological parents, and see what happens from there. But having the last name Park isn't anything; there are probably 50,000 other Koreans and non-Koreans who have the last name of Park. Although it's not as common as Kim, or Lee, or Chang, it's still pretty much common through out the world, especially in Korea itself.
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Post by Chrynos on Apr 5, 2007 7:18:18 GMT -8
Once again, simple and straight. This girl seriously needed to talk more. Dark wondered if he could try to solve that problem. Still following her and copying her steps, he watched as the crowd in front of them parted, which only aroused Dark's curiousity. His smile faded as it did. Who was she? Was she really that scary? Or did she just have strong connections? Now, Dark really had to find out. Approaching her and shifting a bit closer as the murmurs and voices of the crowd increased in volume, Dark asked a quick question.
"Who are you?"
Dark already knew her name, and he hoped that Mitsuki would understand what he wanted. But, considering the kind of replies Dark had so far from the girl, the graduate wouldn't be surprised if it wasn't her time again. She did not seem like the type to waste time getting to know other people, especially strangers. After all, number one rule, never talk to strangers. Dark mentally laughed at his own joke as he waited for a reply, still wondering who she was.
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Post by Mitsuki Park on May 26, 2007 19:47:01 GMT -8
OOC: Kay, well I said I would reply..sorry for being a month late. >_>...
..who am I, huh?
Well, it seems that proper introductions were to be held. She knew he wasn't merely asking again for her name; surely he couldn't be that forgetful. Although some students moved out of the way, and others murmured, there were always those who still didn't know about Mitsuki, and those who weren't afraid of her. Mitsuki took no notice of this, as she stepped through the halls and towards her locker.
"Mitsuki Park, school captain of 259. And you are?"
He should know the same that Mitsuki is not merely looking for his name. Dark? Probably an alias. When she spoke, she would speak in a quiet voice, so only Dark and a few selectives close by would hear.[/color]
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Post by Chrynos on Jun 2, 2007 10:39:48 GMT -8
Chrynos ignored the reactions from the crowds as they passed by, not letting it seem to be a distraction to him. He wasn't from 249. He was from 552. And no one here, other than Saito and Hiroko, knew that. Chrynos simply clenched one fist as he kept his eyes on the back of her head, waiting for a reply to his question. And then, he had a sudden flashback of scenes in 552, where 'legends', like Hiroko, Ark, Vetis and Lancer, would pace through the hallways and part crowds like Moses parted the Red Sea.
And then, she introduced herself once more, this time stating a title. So, she was the school captain? Well, that explained everything. Actually, not really, but it DID answer most of his questions. Chrynos then couldn't help but look at one of the nearby shorter students, the 6 foot tall fighter looking deep into his eyes and it seemed to intimidate him. Could it be his body built? Or his aura? Or was it the weird Ring of Horror that was on his right index finger?
Turning back to Mitsuki, Chrynos cooked up his own introduction for the school captain to hear, using similar volume as she did.
"Carlos Khundar, a graduate from 552."
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Post by Mitsuki Park on Jun 4, 2007 9:01:32 GMT -8
"...so what I'm wondering, Carlos Khunter, why a 552 graduate like you is doing here in California. 552 is in New York, is it not?"
All of this would be spoken apathetically, her eyes not even looking over at Carlos while she walked towards her English classroom, seeking her bag and other possessions. Like stated before, although some of the students in the halls may have known Mitsuki as the school captain, others didn't. Unlike many school captains, Mitsuki kept a low profile, letting others wonder just who this school captain of 259 is. Or at least, she tried to keep a low profile. There are times when Mitsuki may have gotten a little self-centered; just a little. Power is always addicting, but Mitsuki wasn't searching for power. She was seeking for a better school life; a safe one. But with a couple of events that have been going on, that goal seemed thousands, if not millions of miles away. Ever goal begins with a single step though, right?
Five-five-two...looks like I have some research to do.[/color]
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Post by Chrynos on Jun 4, 2007 22:26:28 GMT -8
"That would be something that I'd rather keep to myself... Mitsuki."
Chrynos replied, his voice changing tone from a cheerful one to a rather emotionless and cold one. He looked up, over Mitsuki's head. Being 6 foot tall, Chrynos had a sort of advantage and disadvantage. His height was intimidating, but it made him easy to spot too. Looking over Mitsuki's head, he then started to wonder where she was heading to. To class, maybe, but wasn't school over?
"And where, if I may ask, are we heading?"
Chrynos looked down at her once more. And once again, he started to feel like he knew her, or something. He was not sure. Maybe. Just maybe. She was indeed related to Destiny. Yeah, most likely.
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Post by Mitsuki Park on Jun 5, 2007 9:05:08 GMT -8
"Class, to gather my materials and other necessary papers due to recent events that have caused me to leave my studies."
Materials = Backpack. Necessary Papers = Homework. Recent Events = "Fan Art"
Well, if she wanted to pass, she had to do her work, didn't she? She didn't want to be stuck in this school forever - she had other goals in mind other than staying school captain. Graduating, college, family, the likes. Of course, that's all assuming if Mitsuki doesn't get killed here first.
Footsteps tapping quietly on the ground, she turned at a corner, and the first door to the right would be her English classroom. Stepping in, it seemed that the teacher had already retired for the day, and so it seemed that getting her homework assignment would be slightly..impossible. He'd probably freak if she went through his items in search of homework anyway. Walking towards her seat, she started packing up and just shoved everything into her backpack. She was not so much a neat freak when it came to school-involved things.
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Post by Chrynos on Jun 5, 2007 10:18:08 GMT -8
"Ah."
Chrynos simply replied as he stopped in his stride, standing just outside her classroom. He let out a sigh as he turned his head, looking out the small window located above the lockers and started to ponder on the events that led to the graduate being chased all the way to California. His attack, his escape and finding himself in California. It was a rather funny story, too, the way he drove himself out of New York on his bike wearing just his boxers.
Well, he was in California, right? And whoever was after him seemed to have lost track of the graduate. That's good. It'll give him time to get information first, and then plan his revenge. He sighed, lifting up his hand. He looked at the Ring Of Horror on his right index finger. It was the only thing, either than his bike, that he was left with after the Mafia's assault, and it was his treasure. Funny thing was, it lived up to its name. Most who looked at it would feel rather horrified themselves. And Chrynos will never know why.
Putting his hand down, he looked at the entrance of the classroom, wondering what she was doing in there. Well, it wasn't such a friendly meeting, but hey, it wouldn't hurt, right?
"So, your school just finished, if I'm not wrong. Can I treat you for lunch?"
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