NationStates Jolt Archive

It was the first day back from summer vacation at Ruby City State High School, Assington. Kids from grade 8 to 12 flocked around campus as the bell rang, drawing their attention. The school was filled with a vairety of kids from filthy rich snobs to outright criminals. Many factions rivalled within the school, many caught up in the crossfire.

The administration hoped the new year would start off smoothly, without any stabbings.
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As the bell rang, Angus closed his book, Death Incarnate and made his way slowly toward class. He stood at six feet, lean and muscular. Angus was different to everyone else. Although he appeared to be one, Angus was not a goth and did not fit in with them, there was no group of people similar to him. His face was completely white, due to the massive wide brimmed hat he wore, so he could hide behind it. Angus felt he was only comfortable in black, and so that's what he wore. Black coat, shirt, pants, shoes, socks, glasses.

Being in shape and quite strong saved Angus from the bully jocks physical attacks, but he could do little to hinder the verbal attacks from the 'popular' kids. This had occured for the last three years, he only had to endure 2 more. Angus found that making himself to appear even stranger usually kept most people away, which was his goal as he had grown to resent the other students.

Knowing very well the school was not safe, Angus bore several small blades under his coat, in case he ever needed them. Although he was proficient in most guns, he never used them in a fight. He believed there was no honour in gunfights.

And so he continued down the hallway, heading towards Maths B.
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OOC: Ok. This is completely open to anyone, but please don't start posting unless you know what you're doing. Although I don't have a real purpose for this RP, I'd like to keep it of a good standard.

Characters can be students or teachers/other school staff. I don't really want anyone else from outside the school as a main character. Other than that, enjoy the RP.

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Mickey Ciceroni walked into the school building marveling at its size. He had been home schooled most of his life back in Mikatopia, but now they were sending him to Assington.

Mickey was one of the youngest members of the Ciceroni crime family, the biggest in Mikatopia and one of the most powerful in the world. He was here because Il Duche, Mickey's great-grandfather and Don of the Ciceroni's, had wanted him out of the house. Mickey was an annoyance, always picking fights with his siblings and cousins, stealing things, breaking expensive vases...

Il Duche had decreed that he be sent to live with his Uncle Leo in Assington. Leo owned a nightclub in Assington and was the poorest in the family, which didnt say much. Leo was a millionare, but too stingy to use any money.

Mickey looked at his scheduale: MATH B. Walking to the class, he saw a gothic kid. He whistled, which made the guy turn around and he walked to the kid.

"Hey man, I'm Mickey Ciceroni, uuuh, I'm headed for Math B, do you know where it is?"

OOC: how about foreign exchange students?

{Misato Bouquet, dressed in her regular Japanese style school uniform, walked out of an unmarked -Noir- Diplomatic BMW. She had arrived in Assington this morning, after being pulled out of her regular class in the middle of the day. This'll be her first day as an exchange student in the country. The school which had been choosen was Ruby High School. She looked around at the campus as the BMW drove off. A frown grew on her face.}

Misato: Hmmm...I better get to the main office to find out my classes.

{Misato walks into the school building and heads towards the main office. Many of the other students turn their heads to look at her, for it might have been their first time to see someone dressed in her foreign uniform}

Misato: Ugh...People are staring at me...I need to change clothes later...

{Misato arrives at the main office and walks up to the front desk. She greets the school secretary, who is reading the various detention slips that had just been issued that morning before school}

Misato: Uh...Hello? I'm the new -Noir- foreign exchange student here...My name is Misato Bouquet...

Mrs. Sanders: Oh...Hi, i'm Mrs. Sanders. I am the school secretary here...And I believe you need your schedule...

Misato: Yes...Please.

{Mrs. Sanders looks through several file cabinets lining the wall. As Mrs. Sanders is looking for the papers, Misato looks around at the inside of the building. She speaks to herself quietly in Japanese, so that no one would understand her}

Misato: <Hmmm...Looks like the place had just been refurbished. Ugh...Why do people keep staring at me...Is it like their first time to see someone dressed in a real uniform before?>

Mrs. Sanders: Found it...Alexandra Misato Bouquet?

Misato: Just call me by my middle name...

Mrs. Sanders: Sure...Here you go...Your first class today is...

Misato: Honors Algebra II...Trig...I think...

Mrs. Sanders: Hmm...No, actually you are in the regular Algebra II class...MATH B...

Misato: What? Let me see that schedule...

{Mrs. Sanders hands over the papers to her}

Misato: MATH B...Geography...English Composition II...Biology...Physical Education II...French II...Where are all my honors classes???

Mrs. Sanders: Oh...I'm sorry, but in our system...We can't allow any new student enter our honors classes without taking our proficeincy tests...

Misato: Nani?

Mrs. Sanders: Excuse me?

Misato: Oh...I mean what? Nani...What in Japanese...

Mrs. Sanders: Oh...Well...You better get to your class...I'll bring you there and introduce you...And...Umm...

Misato: What?

Mrs. Sanders: You better get dressed in some other clohtes...People would be staring at you...

Misato: Huh? Oh...I see...

Mrs. Sanders: The restrooms are over...there...

{Misato had pressed a button on her watch, which caused the nano-machines sewn into her clothes to rearrange themselves into a different style of clothing. Instantly, her uniform was transformed into a simple dark blue tank-top and matching jeans}

Mrs. Sanders: Huh!?!? How did you do that???

Misato: Secret...*giggle*

Mrs. Sanders: 'K...Here are your books...

{Mrs. Sanders places a stack of textbooks and workbooks on the table}

Misato: Oh shoot...I forgot my bag in the car...

Mrs. Sanders: Oh...Here...You can use this bag...

{Mrs. Sanders pulls out a black messenger shoulder bag, with the name Ruby High sewed onto the front}

Mrs. Sanders: Complenetary bag...Something the administration wanted to give you...

Misato: Thank you very much...Domo Arigato...

Mrs. Sanders: And I believe that means Thank you...Right?

Misato: Yes.

Mrs. Sanders: Here come with me...I'll take you MATH B...

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Sharp clicks could be heard down the hallway on the cold hard linoleum. The steps were concurrent with the sway of the girl’s hips. The busy hallway hushed as the girl passed. She sighed. She thought this place would be different. These places were all the same. She tossed her long, dark, wavy hair over her shoulder. She knew all the guys were staring and the girls were glaring. Maybe she shouldn’t have worn this outfit. Her father had said it was nice and her younger brother, by one year laughed and said she would get all the attention she would not want. She paused and straightened her skirt. It was a pale-purple and was cotton; the skirt came to her knees, but was like a second skin to her abundant curves. She wore a white baby-tee that accentuated her upper curves. She wore white flip-flops and carried a pale-purple hand purse. She would just worry about the looks later. She was new and she knew she would get these looks no matter how good-looking she appeared.

Savanna a 17-year-old came from the great land of AmandaTheGreat. She only came here because her father wanted to get away from her mother, bad divorce that was just another story. She had a wonderful life there, many kids her age would be jealous and she knew it was great and felt appreciative of it. She was an honors student; she took college courses and tutored many students. She was prom queen for the years she could and was names president of her senior year, well, until she had to transfer. Therefore, she did not get to do anything as of yet. She had to leave her perfect life to come here. The place she now resided was just as nice as home, but just was not the same.

She found the office and introduced herself. “Hello, my name is Savanna Lytrice.” The secretary smiled.

“No need to say more, we were expecting you dear. You are to go to Math B first.”

Savanna cocked her head and her brows furrowed.

“Oh, don’t worry. We just want you to assist the teacher in helping the students. It will count as a credit towards service. We saw on your transcript that you tutored, well, almost everything and so we would like you to continue your services. Later, we would like you to give us times you can assist in our tutoring room. Well, you better hurry or you will be late. We would like you to be in there before the other students are in there. Here is your schedule and we left open spaces for you to go the college. We assume you have a way there. If you have any questions please come back.. Sorry to rush you, but you have to hurry.”

Savanna was pushed out before she could even ask any questions. She was new and she was expected to know what the hell was going on. She was confused, but she wouldn’t allow herself to get that way. So, she made her way to the classroom. The teacher wasn’t even here. She rolled her eyes. She placed her things on the table. She knew she was going to tutor, but she did not realize like this. She sighed again and sat a chair near the desk, but definitely not like a student as she was. Boy she was in for it. She tapped her sculptured nails on her lap and watched as students walked in, conversing with each other. To start all over for her was not going to be that easy, but she loved a challenge. She smiled softly at each person walked in and pretending not to notice when they talked and whispered among themselves. She just wanted to get through this day and the bell had not even rung to start the day.

Two students stand on the outskirts of the school grounds, their apprehension rising to record levels. One is almost freakishly tall, towering head and shoulders above most of the other students. He has no bulk though and tends to avoid physical movement wherever possible. The second is the same age, but seems to have suffered a delayed growing spurt and barely reaches the elbows of his companion, his movement is accompanied with an array of constant nervous fidgets. He coughs quietly, "Skippy, we are going to die here."

Skippy shifts the weight of his bag on his shoulders and scans the crowds, "Don't overeact, I'm sure that they're reasonable people once you get to know them."

"One of them just ran past with a submachine gun. Why in the name of God did we volunteer for this?"

"Because the Diplomatic Corp give preferential treatment to students who have taken part in their exchange schemes."

"Medical treatment?"

"I'm sure it was a replica gun, okay?"

"He was loading it bullets."

"Replica bullets."

"Yes, Skippy, replica bullets that fire out of replica guns and make little replica holes in people."

"I see your point." Skippy crouched down slightly in an attempt to look inconspicous. "We'd better get moving. This will be much easier if we just do the time and get out of here. I've got Maths, try to meet up again at break okay? And don't draw attention to us."

Dekker Bray Jr. AKA 'Dek' locked his motocycle & started towards the building. Like his father, he had icy blue eyes & a tall frame. Like his uncle, he was toned & muscular instead of massively built, like his father. This was evidenced by the set of biceps & pectorals that where visible under his white T-shirt. A pair of faded, oil-stained jeans & a set of combat boots with a faint shine completed his ensamble.

He'd completed RDMA Basic Training a year ago, at age 18. His father, Dekker Bray Senior, had given him the option of going abroad for a few yeras before coming home to follow the family trade: Mercenary. Dek was an only child, the product of an unhappy marriage between his father & General Garand's eldest daughter, Christi. He'd grown up independent, training with his father & Uncle Jack when he was in camp. He could shoot pretty well, as well as hold his own in a brawl.

These things where life skills to him, the only things he'd been taught growing up. Sure, he could read & write, but higher math & chemistry where completely foreign to him. Unlike his father & uncle, who'd had the benefit of a public education from age 5 till 18, Dek hadn't had anything beyond what the RDMA Prep school had taught him, mostly military history & other 'combat-lite' subjects like tactics, much like a highschool JROTC program on overdrive.

Since arriving, he'd used the starting cash from his uncle to buy himself a motorcycle & rent a nearby apartment. After school, he worked at a local motorcycle shop, fixing bikes & swapping stories with his co-workers.

Dek's bike was a United Motors Renegade, a black & chrome chopper with Cobra-brand shotgun-style pipes & a bitch-seat (the small seat at the rear of the vehicle for a passenger).

Slowly, he pushed open the doors & entered, taking care not to get his backpack stuck in the door on the way in...

Charlee Marie McVicker walked into the school tugging at her shirt. She wasn't new just nervous. Her straight blonde hair lay on her shoulders. She wore a blue tank top and tight hiphugger jeans with adidas. She looked at her schedule for the semester and saw Math B. She sighed and adjusted her messenger bag and went to her first class slowly slipping through the crowds of people.

She saw familar faces but none of them waved back. Her brown eyes blinked back tears when she saw her ex best friend completely ignore her. She bit her bottom lip and her eyebrows knitted together in worry as she thought about the school year, she knew it was going to be hell. She slowly approached her class and entered and picked a seat at the back before sitting in her chair and putting her head on the desk.

Skippy entered the class, head up, scanning the rows and determining the threat level of the students. He noticed, couldn't help noticing the stunning beautiful girl in the front row and decided in a split second that he despised her. The undiguisedly smug smile she gave him was enough. Beautiful, well dressed and front row. She wasn't afraid of the work then. If there was one thing he hated it was well-adjusted, attractive, intelligent people who went around as if it was something to be proud of. She probably played the clarinet as well, that would be the clincher.

Of course his body was acting on a completely different set of instructions and returned the smile in a dazed fashion as he walked past. Two other students stood out in the class. The seemingly comatose blonde in the back looked harmless enough. The muscular goth might be a problem but usually his kind were so wrapped up in convincing themselves that they were deep, interesting and depressed by modern society that they didn't notice anyone else.

Eventually Skippy sat down just in front of the knocked-out blonde, leaving a clear line-of-sight between her and the front of the class. With any luck the teacher would choose to pick on her and overlook him entirely.

Charlee looked up when she felt movement infront of her. She saw some boy and decided to strike up a conversation. Unaware of the red splotch on her forehead from her head being on the desk she tapped his shoulder. She hitched a smile onto her lips thinking about a way to start the conversation...

Skippy jumped slightly when the girl touched his shoulder. He tried to remember if anyone other than the girl was behind him before he turned around. He didn't want to set his pleasantly-helpful expression and turn to face a testosterone crazed madman. He compensated by setting his suspicious-puzzlement expression and turning around to face her. This quickly converted itself of it's own free will into alarmed-puzzlement when he saw the smling girl with some kind of rash or bruise across her forehead. "Are you alright? Do you want me to fetch some help?"

Charlee's eyebrows knit together in confusion "No i don't want any help, why do you ask?" She said out of sheer puzzlement.
She looked down to make sure she wasn't bleeding, she felt her face, looked at her arms. Nope everything was perfectly fine. She looked back up at the boy awaiting his answer.

Skippy thought fast as the mark began to fade. Pressure of the table on the forehead creates a mark. But of course. Now what to say to get out of it without looking quite so stupid... "I'm sorry if I scared you. It's a new technique suggested by a therapist." thinkthink damn! Now she thinks you need therapy "Not my therapist, um.." thinkthinkthink, "My cousin's. Apparently it's to do with.." thinkthinkthink "Getting people to trust you. You should do everythin you can to help someone as soon as you meet them." thinkthink damn! "Not that I think you need help, I was thinking of the technique at the time and when you touched me I said it automatically." An interesting bundle of lies. Say something and move on before she gets suspicous, "So what's this place like?"

Charlee's smile broke out of it's shell again. She almost laughed but decided that would be too rude.

"This place sucks, there are tons of cliques and at least one scandal a day! Tons of weapons, drugs, murders, fights, the teachers don't really care they just go witht the flow."

She paused to lick her lips then continued "I hate this place, I have two more damn years and it really sucks for me, cause it doesn't look like my family is moving any time soon.!" she finished then smiled again flashing straight teeth that were white but not blindingly white. She adjusted her tank top and tucked her hair behind her ear....

"It's that bad?" Skippy worried, "I was hoping it was just first-day-back high spirits. I'm sure I say someone carrying a gun on the way in here. You seem alright. How do you survive here unharmed?"

Charlee looked at him "You think i'm unharmed? You don't know that, i'm not physically harmed, but I have been emotionally scarred for life. And no it isn't just first day spirits. This is how it is everyday. Sadly it is true." Her brown eyes dampened slightly before she blinked them dry again.

This was obviously the joke of some mindless beurocrat in the exchange program. Skippy considered fleeing back to Slutbum Wallah and abandoning the whole plan for ambassadorship, but he couldn't pull out so fast. Three months, that was how long he had to survive here. He could manage three months. She didn't have that consolation though, she had been stuck here for years and had years to go. For a moment he felt a deep sense of pity and a desire to help her. Mentally, he cursed and kicked the newfound concience, bringing it back under control. Now what? Well a little flattery never went amiss, "You must have a lot of strength to keep up with this for so long, scarred on not. To put up with this for so long and not given up well.. it's really something."

She studied his face "No, not really I have just been to scared to leave. I'm scared of what awaits me out there. This is all that I know." she said gesturing around her. "If I go out there I would prolly not last one day."
"It isn't strength, it is fear" she pointed out.

Skippy glanced to the front of the classroom. Still no sign of the teacher. If what she was saying was true he might not show up at all. As trecherous as maths was he'd rather go through a lesson than spend any more time learning about the problems of the school. He sighed. "Lets change the subject. I'm David by the way, David Fukes. My friends call me Skippy." He proffered a hand for shaking.

Charlee smiled and took his hand shaking it slightly "I'm Charlee McVicker, people call me Charlee, nice to meet you Skippy." She let go of his hand and put her own under the desk again. "So I see your new here, for how long will you be staying?"

"I'm on student exchange." Skippy replied, "I stay for three months then get sent on to train as a member of Slutbum Wallah's Diplomatic Corp. After that an Ambassadorship a free ticket to the government."

She sighed "so you won't be here for long? Lucky you" she said the emotion in her voice was clearly jealously and lost hope. "My dad is waiting for me to become of age so he can hand it over to me. I am dreading it, I don't want to run a goverment. Godrick that is, that is the name of our nation." She looked down at her desk and studied it.

"Well there's always the hope of a military coup." Skippy joked, quickly covering up his surprise that he was talking to a future world-leader, "And I promise if you even screw it up you'll always be able to seek asylum in Slutbum Wallah. Extradition agreements are famous for being lost in the paperwork as soon as they meet our borders."

Charlee laughed to herself then looked at him "So how old are you anyways? Where are you staying?" She asked curiously

"Seventeen. And we're being lodged in a hotel not far from here. There's two of us taking part in the exchange program, me and Matt Korsikov. He's here for the same reason I am, except he wants to use his Ambassadorship as a springboard to high military rank. Happens a lot back home. Why are you here and not at a Godric school?"

"Well I am 16, and when my father first enrolled me here in 8th grade this place was a decent school. I live here on my own in apartment. My dad doesn't know about how the school is so poor now. I haven't the heart to tell him since his last heart attack,his heart has become weak and anything sudden could cause him to die. I only have two more years and I enjoy the freedom of being on my own." She tucked her hair behind her ear again.

"Sorry to hear about your father. " Skippy shook his head, "The place changed so much in a few years? Incredible." He checked that there was no sign of the teacher again, discovered there was none and shifted his chair round so he didn't have to crane his neck to speak to her. Ten minutes into the first lesson and I'm already talking to a future monarch. A pretty one too. Maybe this wasn't such a bad idea after all. "So what is there to do around here? Where do you go outside of school?"

She smiled "Well when our teacher ever shows up we do what I guess you could call work. Outside of school, all the popular pretty people go to the club about 6 blocks from here. The punks go to the skate park or woods and get high. The nerds go to the local library across the street. I go to work at the local grocery store. Then I go home and try to entertain the best I can. Oh yes and everybody who isn't in one of those three groups goes to the movies or bowling alley, other fun things like that." Suddenly you could here a low vibrating sound. She looked down and fished into the pocket of her pants bringing out a cell phone "just a sec" she got up and took the call in the back corner of the room her back turned. When she came back she looked happy "Okay where were we?"

"You were explaining the many fun things to do in this town." Skippy tried to put some excitement into the words, but it came out as border sarcasm. Clubbing made his head hurt. Bowling made his arms hurt. Skating just hurt. Books and films rarely held his attention. He had suddenly come to realise the major problem that faced 90% of all Slutbum Wallah ambassadorial staff. No casinos. Well... most other countries had them but they tended to be paltry half-hearted affairs. Back home every small town had it's own gambling den and as for the true casinos well... they made your head spin. He was going to spend the next three months playing poker with Matt. And he always knew when Skippy was cheating.

She sighed "This place sucks, there is nothing fun to do. I haven't had fun since I came here. Which is sad because I'm wasting the best years of my life. Maybe I can come over sometime and hangout?" She asked hopefully "What did you do before you came here?"

Skippy was beginning to sense a note or two of a duplicitous nature in Charlee. She was being scarred for life by this place but she enjoyed having her freedom here. She explained the fun things that she did then said she hadn't had fun since she had arrived. In a split second his guard was up, running over the conversation in his head for things that didn't match. For once he was glad of Uncle Baumstad's endless stories about his diplomatic career. You had to keep your guard up. Wherever you were you had to keep your guard up. "Oh, just normal stuff." He said off-handedly, "Studied, hung around with friends. And I'd have to talk to Matt about you before introducing you. He's a bit paranoid." Dont commit yourself to anything.

"Oh well if that is the case then don't bother" She said casually studying the desk again. "God I hate this place, I think I'm going to ditch the rest of the day, since this teacher is here we definitely can't count on the others. But if I do leave what else am I going to do. They catch me outside of school I could be in jail until my family can come bail me out." She sighed then put her head in her hand and looked around bored.

Mickey got the feeling that the goth didnt want to talk to him so he nodded and smiled, then walked away.

He found the classroom. There he saw a pretty blonde. He straightend his sportcoat and walked up to her.

Mickey was considered rather attractive, he was tall, with pierceing blue eyes that looked into your soul, and hair as black as the darkest night.

Holding out his hand he smiled at the girl and said, "Hey, I'm Mickey Ciceroni..."

{Mrs. Sanders led Misato to a simple door near the end of a long corridor of semi-dilapidated lockers. From the little window built into the door, she saw a large class who all appeared to be in some form of drowsy trance as they stared at a droning teach}

Misato: Umm...Mrs. Sanders...

Mrs. Sanders: Yes?

Misato: They all look asleep...

Mrs. Sanders: Well...Looks like they'll fail their final...

Misato: Mmmk...Umm...Mrs. Sanders...I'm a sophomore right now...And I was taking Honors Algebra II when I left -Noir-...But...No offense...But why do I have to take a freshmen class like this?

Mrs. Sanders: Oh...Don't worry about it...I'll try talking to the board to see if I can get them to let you take the proficeincy tests...

Misato: Oh...Thank you...I would greatly appreciate that...

Mrs. Sanders: Oh...Just wondering...Is it true?

Misato: What is?

Mrs. Sanders: Well...Some people from the embassy...They briefed us about you...Umm...A few days before school started...They said...

Misato: Oh great...I'm a spec ops operative for the -Noir- government...Geez...Yes...It's true...Alexandra Misato Bouquet Lieutenant Junior Grade...

Mrs. Sanders: Oh...But...How???

Misato: It's a family thing...

Mrs. Sanders: Your sister also..Right? She's also...

Misato: First Lieutenant Mireille Yuki Bouquet...She's my older sister...Only just by a few minutes...And I believe they told you that i'm important and you guys must not let anything happen to me...

Mrs. Sanders: Mmm,yea...Ok...I'll introduce you...Just wait a sec...

{Mrs. Sanders walks into the classroom and goes up the the teacher and whispers something into his ear}

Mrs. Sanders: Ok...You can come now...

{Misato walks into the room, receiving looks from every direction as the class begins to wake up from their "sleep"}

Mrs. Sanders: This is Misato Bouquet...She is a foreign exchange student from -Noir-...Please make her feel at home...And Misato this is Mr. Will Roget...He will be your teacher for MATH B.

Mr. Roget: Good morning Misato...Now if you would take your seat...Any seat is fine...

{Then suddenly a spit ball comes out of nowhere and hits Mr. Roget right in between the eyes}

Mr. Roget: What the!?!? KEVIN!!! Get down here immediately!!! Mrs. Sanders, take him to the dean...He'll take care of him...

{Mrs. Sanders literally grabs Kevin by the ear and drags him off back towards the main office to the dean}

Mr. Roget: Sorry about that, Misato...

Misato: That's ok...

Mr. Roget: Ok...Now where was I...Umm...Misato?

Misato: Yes?

Mr. Roget: Have you covered Linear Equations yet?

Misato: Yes...Last year...

Mr. Roget: Oh...Well, looks like you can help some of your new classmates...And at the same time try to get accquainted...

Misato: Mmmk...

{Misato takes an empty seat by the window. As she was walking to the seat, she could feel the eyes of more than a dozen students. staring at her, from the back of her head. At one point she even heard a whistle from one of the boys, at the same time she could also hear the whispering of a group of girls by the aisle. Misato takes her seat quietly and looks out the window, from which she sees an ambulance parked in the driveway; a class of students in the yard during PE; and she could also see several police officers walking by the campus. Misato spoke to herself quietly in Japanese}

Misato: <I don't think I like this place...It's sooo...Ummm...Dirty...And I wonder why that ambulance is there...>

{Misato turns away from the window and looks forward, he sees that all the boys seem to be staring at her}

Misato: <Ummm...>

Mr. Roget: Ok...Everyone! Pay attention! Stop bothering Misato.

{Slowly everyone turned forward and continued falling asleep in the class}

Misato: Hmm...Where's my math book...

{A group of boys sitting in front of Misato turns around and attempts to talk with her}

Chris: Hey, cutey...Name's Chris...Want to hang out during lunch?

Misato: Excuse me?

Jack: Shut up Chris...Just go jack off you fool...Name's Jack...So...Why don't you come with me and hang out with the cool people...Just don't bother with those geeks...

Misato: Ummm...

Chris: What the? Yea, right...You're the guy who can't even get onto the football team...

Jack: Like what I said before, babe, just ignore those losers...So how about I get you a drink after school...

{Job puts his hand on Misato's leg}

Misato: Get, away from me you perv!

Jack: But I know you like this, slut...

{Misato moves her leg and scoots backwards, bumping into the desk behind her}

Misato: Don't mess with me...Leave me alone...

Jack: A catch like you? Hah...Come on...I'll rock your world...

Misato: Just stop...

Jack: Ohhh...Or else what?

{Misato pulls out her P99 pistol and points it at Jack's head}

Misato: This is what...

Mr. Roget: Misato! Jack! What's going on???

Jack: Mi...Mi...Misato ha...has...a...a

Mr. Roget: Jack! Stop bothering Misato! You too Chris! Get that smirk off of your face!

Jack & Chris: Yes, sir...

Mr. Roget: Where was I?

{Misato puts her P99 back in a holster her pocket}

Misato: <Argh...I really need to change out of my pants...Carrying this thing makes it hard to move>

{Misato looks down at her math book and frowns as she reads lessons which she learned in 8th grade}

OOC: Sorry I haven't posted. I've been out almost all weekend.

IC: Angus ignored some guy that attempted to speak with him. He was not in the mood. The guy quickly took a hint and moved into a class. His class.

Great, I've got a class with this jackass

Idly striding into the class, Angus looks over the masses of pathetic students. There are new students everywhere, a pretty girl at the front, some other girl pointing a gun at another guy and the teacher. Another trained moron. Gus shrugged as he moved into class and sat to the left of the pretty girl, immediately placing his head upon the desk.
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With the class mostly full, the teacher decided to start the lesson.

"Ok. Today we are going to start the quadratic formula. Does anyone know what that is?"

Silence and dumbfounded looks.

"I see.... In that case, open your books to page 82 and read the paragraph on the quadratic formula."

Reluctant groans filled the class as books were withdrawn.

Skippy turned back to his own desk as Mickey walked up to Charlee, he didn't consider trying to keep up the conversation with a person like that in the background an intelligent strategy. Tall, muscular, sports jacket. Blue eyes and lovely, well-groomed hair. Course of action - Avoid contact, if forced into conversation take "respectful underling" stance. He turned to page 82, skimmed the paragraph, discovered that Assington textbooks used a totally different form of Mathematics notation, gave up and switched off.

A tall, athletic youth with shoulder-length black hair, wearing jeans, a white shirt, a biker jacket, leather gloves, and sunshades, walked in fashionably late. This young man is named Jericho Nighthawk, but those who know him usually just call him Jerry. As Mr. Roget stared at him with raised eyebrows, he settled down with a liquid grace that betrays his cool attitude to everyone.

Roget: Why were you late, mister Nighthawk?
Jerry: Oh, you know, i kinda, well, got held up.

Roget knew that Jerry was not letting on a lot, but not wishing to press the matter (after all Jerry has a menacing air about him, that the teachers agree on, even though Jerry has never actually used violence on the teachers nor seemed to want to), he went back to teaching. Jerry, settled in, proceeds to size up his classmates.

"There's that goth, as always. Jeez, he gotta learn to lighten up for once. And what's this? There's a new guy, he's quite cool, i should talk to him some time. And.....oh, that bimbo is talking to him already. Jeez. And who's this Oriental looking girl? Hmm, cute. Anyway, we'll see later, won't we?" Jerry thought to himself.

OOC: Godrick, i'm not insulting you, i'm just painting a picture of what Jerry is like.

Dek slipped into Ms. Rogert's class a second or two after the overdressed Hell's Angels lookalike. He took a seat in the back of the class...

Dek slipped into Ms. Rogert's class a second or two after the overdressed Phonzy lookalike. He took a seat in the back of the class...

Dek slipped into Ms. Rogert's class a second or two after the overdressed Phonzy lookalike. He took a seat in the back of the class...

{1 hour into the class. Misato whispered to herself in Japanese. She seems to be day dreaming}

Misato: <This is sooo boring...I know all of this already...I wonder what I have next class...I wish I wasn't choosen to go here...>}

Mr. Roget: Misato help out Alicia do problem 34 on the board...Write the quadratic function, y = -(x+4)(x-9), into standard...)

Misato: <The answer is y = -x^2 + 5x + 36...>

Mr. Roget: Excuse me?

Misato: Oh! Sorry...The answer is "y equals negative x squared plus five x plus thrity-six..."

Mr. Roget: 'k...Now will you come down here and show us how you got that answer...

Misato: Oh...Yes...Sir...

{Misato started to walk up to the front of the room. Again she could feel the whole class staring at her, and she could also hear the various whispered conversations around the room.}

Misato: First you FOIL -(x+4)(x-9)...Then combine like terms...And then you use distributive property...And you get...-x^2 + 5x + 36...

Mr. Roget: Uhh...Very good...Now, everyone, write that down in your notes...

{The bell rings and people start standing up and leaving the class}

Mr. Roget: Everyone! There will be a quiz on this section next class...So everyone make sure to study!

{Mr. Roget could tell that barely anyone heard him}

Misato: <Finally! I want to get out of here!!!>

Mr. Roget: What was that Misato?

Misato: Oh! Nothing...

Mr. Roget: Ok...Good luck in your next class...I hope you'll like it here in Ruby High...

Misato: Thank you...Ummm...Where is the restrooms?

Mr. Roget: Just turn left and go down the corridor it'll be on the right...

Misato: Thanks...

{Misato runs up to her desk and grabs her books and runs out the door, towards the restroom. Once inside she walks up to the mirror}

Misato: *sigh* I can only change into my school uniform...Should have brought a spare dress-sphere...

{Misato takes out her P99 and its holster and puts it on the counter and presses a button on her watch. In an instant, the tank-top and jeans she is wearing transforms itself into her regular school uniform, which she wears while at school in -Noir-}

Misato: <*sigh* I want to go home...See my friends again...People will be staring at me...And why did they make me take this thing with me...Like i'll really need it...Well...Scaring jerks and perverts here...>

{Misato grabs her gun and straps it on her thigh, underneath her skirt. She then walks out of the restroom staring at the groud so that she would not have to see all the other students staring at her}

Misato: <Why in the world are these skirts soo short...Ugh...Why am I complaining...I wanted them these short back at -Noir-...Time to get to my next class...>

(OOC Any possibility of a new entry at this stage?)

why not...

Charlee looked at the hand then up at the face. She smiled and shook his hand "Hi Mickey, I'm Charlee nice to meet you" She took out her book and opened it to page 82.

Skippy met his only contact within the school on the way to his next class. Matt Korsikov looked a little scuffed after first class but generally fine. "One of them tried to jump me on the way out of French." he explained.

"Is he alright?" Ah yes. Matt, coming to the realisation that being two feet shorter than average with the same musculature as an emaciated hamster was no way to survive school, studied martial arts. He had turned out surprisingly good at it, possessing a deep-rooted vindictive attitude he had been unable to offload anywhere else.

"Yes, unfortunately. I wanted to break his arm but I couldn't get the angle. How was your class?"

"One phychopathic Oriental with a handgun, one narcoleptic schizophrenic who can't decide whether she likes the place or not, a class full of dullars and an entirely new form of mathematical notation."

"Can we do the work?"

"Not a bit of it."

"We'll figure something out. What have you got now?"

"English I think. Could be wrong, though."

"Good luck."

{While walking down the corridor Misato overheard a conversation by two boys. One of whom looked like he had been in a fight. Then she overheard the part about the handgun. Fed up with the whispering she decided to walk up to the two to try to talk to them}

Misato: Now excuse me...What's this i'm hearing about a psychoathic oriental! If you want to make fun of someone, you better learn not to do it right in front of the person...

Skippy and Korsikov looked at each other, then the girl, their faces blank. Matt broke the silence, still looking at Misato he began talking to Skippy in an ancient dialect. Old Madrigan, kind of the Slutbum Wallah equivalent to Latin, just far more confusing and only learned by devoted scholars and anyone needing a code language to talk in. Such as ambassadorial staff. "Is that the phycopath then?

"Thats the one. How do you fancy your chances at disarming her if she goes nuts?"

"Not too good. It'd be easier just to dive for cover. She looks to angry to fire straight anyway. You're the one she's angry at in any case. You deal with her."

"Bastard." Well, under the circumstances he didn't have many options. Lets try to calm her down some. "Of course, you are entirely correct. How can I ever apologise for offending you?"

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Charlee was walking by when part of the boy's converastion drifted past her ear. She watched as the oriental girl confronted them, and decided to stay for the show contemplating stepping in since they had insulted her as well.

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{Misato just stared at the two, who seemed to be talking in some strange language. Misato thought to herself}

Misato: [Hmmm...It kind of resembles latin...but I can't make it out most of the words...But I think it has something about disarming someone...I should have paid more attention to those foreign language deciphering classes at the military academy...]

{One of them responded and seemed to apologize. Misato thought to herself quietly}

Misato: Apology accepted...And no I doubt you can disarm me...Oh! We haven't been introduced properly...

{Misato does a slight bow and smiles back at the two boys}

Misato: My name is Misato Bouquet...Nice to meet you...What are your names?

Charlee was walking by when part of the boy's converastion drifted past her ear. She watched as the oriental girl confronted them, and decided to stay for the show contemplating stepping in since they had insulted her as well.

Charlee was walking by when part of the boy's converastion drifted past her ear. She watched as the oriental girl confronted them, and decided to stay for the show contemplating stepping in since they had insulted her as well.

Charlee was walking by when part of the boy's converastion drifted past her ear. She watched as the oriental girl confronted them, and decided to stay for the show contemplating stepping in since they had insulted her as well.

Charlee was walking by when part of the boy's converastion drifted past her ear. She watched as the oriental girl confronted them, and decided to stay for the show contemplating stepping in since they had insulted her as well.

Skippy didn't return the bow, instead he gave a strange, almost casual salute, the thrid finger and thumb curled to touch each other. "David Fukes. My rapidly-dissapearing associate is Matt Korsikov, we're foreign exchange students from Slutbum Wallah. They exchanged both of us for a new lawnmower, ours was broken."

Skippy didn't return the bow, instead he gave a strange, almost casual salute, the thrid finger and thumb curled to touch each other. "David Fukes. My rapidly-dissapearing associate is Matt Korsikov, we're foreign exchange students from Slutbum Wallah. They exchanged both of us for a new lawnmower, ours was broken."

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{Misato looked at the two boys curiously, she also glanced at another girl who was watching the conversation from the corner of her eye}

Misato: Lawn-mowers? [What's with these guys...They're weird...]

{Misato turned around to face the other girl}

Misato: Who are you? My name is Misato Bouquet...A pleasure to meet you...These two guys here are Skippy and Matt...I believe they were making fun of you also...

where'd everyone go?

OOC: Still here. Waiting for Godrick to post.

Charlee grinned at the girl "I'm Charlee, and I already know Skippy, and yes I agree I thought I heard them say something about a narcoleptic schizophrenic?" She said eyeing the boys with a small glare.

(OOC: sorry about spelling!)

OOC: NB- Old Madrigan is only like Latin in that it's a dead language from which the modern Slutbum Wallah dialect (New Madrigan) was taken. It doesn't actually bear any resemblance to Latin.

IC:

"Talk faster, Skippy, we're outnumbered. And I don't hit girls." Korsikov eyed the pair warily, unsure of their situation.

"We're not outnumbered."

"You only count as half." Skippy conceded the point, he may have been head and shoulders taller than most in his year but he had never bothered to build up his strength. Once again he was having to talk fast to avoid unknown reprisals.

"For that too I must apologize," he announced, "They were hasty words chosen more for dramatic effect than accuracy, and I feel I have misrepresented you without care for your own feelings in this matter. I can only ask your forgiveness for hurting you so unfairly."

OOC: if you read a few posts above...Misato is a spec ops...she needs to know these things...though she isn't the perfect linguist

{Misato looked at Charlee and then back towards the boys}

Misato: Tsk Tsk Tsk...Pissing off two girls right in front of their faces...We need to think of a punishment for them...Right Charlee...

{A mischievious grin grows on both the girls' faces}

Misato: When we usually interrorgate people...One of the threats we sometimes do in extreme cases is castrate them...So how's that sound Charlee?

OOC: Still, it's unheard of outside of Slutbum Wallah and unless you have extensive dealings with our diplomatic corp it's not really worth knowing.

OOC: Still, it's unheard of outside of Slutbum Wallah and unless you have extensive dealings with our diplomatic corp it's not really worth knowing.

OOC: something only the special operations units need to know...they need to understand foreign languages...let's get on with the story...

OOC: I would but it's Godrick's turn.

OOC: hmmm...you're right...

Savanna yawned that was the longest class. She did not do a thing. She observed the other students in the class and was not quite sure what their age group was and didn’t quite know how to talk to them. She was the outsider; she was the one who was different. The teacher obviously didn’t know what he was doing. She laughed internally; how would these students learn anything if he expected them to teach themselves or from a foreign exchange student? She realized the girl was smart, but they might not understand her. She sighed, how would she get through this freakin’ day.

She exited the room, following the students who were in the class and she looked at her schedule. Okay, I am in anatomy and physiology. Where exactly is that? She saw the group from her class gathered and she walked nonchalantly up to them.

“Excuse me, can anyone of you tell me where the room for Anatomy and physiology is. I am new here and well, they weren’t very good about telling me what the hell goes on here.” She paused, realized her words were rushed and she took a breath. “By the way my name is Savanna. I am a senior here, I transferred from AmandaTheGreat and I would appreciate it if you would assist me.” A dazzling white smile showed, who would turn down that smile?

Charlee grinned evilly "That sounds great" She brought out her switchblade and opened it menacingly she didn't actually plan on using it. She had only bought in the first place because she had been attacked the year before...

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{Misato turns to the girl who had just walked up beside them and had greeted them}

Misato: Hi, Savanna, my name is Misato Bouquet...A pleasure to meet you...

Charlee looks at the other girl and decides to ignore her, then notices Misato's face, she laughs and puts it away "I was only joking, I wasn't actually going to castrate them." She looks at the two boys "I forgive you Skippy for your words but watch it next time, okay?"

Savanna smiled at Misato. She glanced over at the girl with the knife. She really did not worry much about violence where she came from, but she was trained how to deal with it, so she was not scared at the moment.

“So, does anyone know where the class is?”

{Misato turns around toward the boys}

Misato: I think this girl is serious...I was just kidding...haha...You better run...

{Misato thought to herself}

Misato: [Maybe this place won't be as bad as I thought it would be]

Misato: So...Savanna...Your a transfer student...I'm a foreign exchange student...So I need help finding my classes also...Why don't we get these boys here to show us around...

{Misato points to Skippy and Matt, who seem to be trembling as Charlee approaches them with her weapon}

i think my post came late...

OOC: yo noir, read my last post it says i put it away and i was only joking!...

OOC: yo noir, read my last post it says i put it away and i was only joking!...

Savanna nodded. "My question was directed towards the others." She paused and then laughed as the boys shook. "It seems to me we should have Charlee help us. The direction she might lead us will be to our benefit." She remained silent, as to merely take in what the others were doing.

{Misato looked around at the other people walking by the group. She could still see boys walking past her looking at her pervertedly, from the corner of her eye, and she could feel their glares from the back of her head}

Misato: Hey, Savanna, do you get a lot of guys staring at you also? It seems that they haven't see anyone wear a school uniform i'm wearing...

{Misato turns around showing her Japanese style school uniform. Misato comes to a stop, facing the two boys and Charlee}

Misato: That's good Charlee wasn't going to slice you guys up...So how about giving the new comers a tour...

Skippy looked at the switchblade, he looked at Korsikov. Or at least where Korsikov had been standing. Now there was just a suspicous Korsikov shaped hole and skidmarks on the linoleum. He could move fast for a guy with legs that short. He turned back two girls, was even more dismayed to find the one he had decided was evil had joined them. Well, when talking failed the Ambassadorial staff usually had a SO-9 teams backing them up. He had no such luck. He smiled openly, "Well I'm sorry that you feel that way. Now if you'd excuse me," without waiting for a reply he darted backwards, dodged into an empty classroom, cleared the windowsill, landed on a small area of grass and began making his way towards one of the entrances, keeping his head down along the way. English next, with any luck he'd avoid them entirely.

OOC: yo noir, read my last post it says i put it away and i was only joking!...

i did...but i was still typing when you posted it...it doesnt matter now

Charlee smiled "I had this boy in our math class come up and introduce himself, freaked me out really. Since this is my fourth year here I might as well give you a tour and help ya'll to your classes" Charlee said with a sigh grinning at Misato.

Savanna smiled, she dealt with that on a daily basis, more so with older males, especially when she went to her college classes. "Misato, people will stare when they have not seen something before. You are new to their eyes and they are intrigued by that. Plus, beauty will always have the fault of eyes never leaving you. These are things we deal with." She shrugs her shoulders. "I just try and ignore the stares and notice the smiles."

{Misato smiled at Charlee's offer}

Misato: Thank you...Domo arigato...And I think Savanna needs help getting to her classes also...

OOC: that was a really late post slutbum!

Savanna nodded. "I would very much appreciate this. I do not ask for help much, but I do need it now."

OOC: I am going to church now, I will check back later and catch up.

Charlee eyed Savanna and decided to help her as well. "Okay tell me what your classes are and I'll help you to them."

{Misato turns to Savanna}

Misato: Hehe...It seems i'm not used to this culture yet...

OOC: that was a really late post slutbum!

OOC: I'm sorry I decided to post more than one line. Anyway, how am I supposed to know you've gone ahead without me when I'm halfway thourgh a post?

Charlee eyed Savanna and decided to help her as well. "Okay tell me what your classes are and I'll help you to them."

OOC: what class does your character have next?

OOC: Its okay but i hope you stay with this so we can rp some more... maybe in our next class?

OOC: I think i'm going to have english next then physics, stick to basic subjects...

{Misato pulled out a paper from her bag}

Misato: Hmmm...I think...I have...English next...Yea...English and Literature Composition...

Misato: Then I have PE after that...

{Misato's stomach growls}

Misato: Eh? Oh...When's lunch? I haven't eaten anything since I got off the plane this morning...

Charlee looked at Misato's schedule "It looks like you have B lunch which is right after your fifth period. Thats when I have lunch as well" She said looking at her own. "I have English next so we can walk together, then I have physics." She said starting to walk down the hallway away from the front of the school.

Skippy eventually managed though careful circumnavigation to locate his English class, enter and find a seat next to the window. He was late but no-one seemed to care anyway, some kind of discussion going on. He scanned the room and was happy to discover no familiar faces at all.

{As Misato and Charlee walk down the corridor to the english Misato looks around and sees the various "types" of students walking around the builidng. Misato begins to think to herself}

Misato: [Hmm...It sure is strange...I'm used to uniformity...]

{Misato turns to Charlee, while still keeping her eye on where she is going}

Misato: So how long have you been in this school?

Charlee looked over at Misato before gesturing to make a right turn down a hallway "I have been here since eighth grade" she said sadly. "I wished I was at home but I'm not and I only have two more years counting this one." She turned down a hallway to their left and came to a stop at the first door on their right. "Okay were here lets get in before were late." She walked in and noticed skippy right away so she slowly took the seat infront of him.

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{Misato takes the empty seat next to Charlee and pulls out her English book}

Misato: <Argh...More freshmen grade work...Their system must be very loose...And I bet the junior grade work is sophomore grade level work...>

{Misato turns to Charlee}

Misato: So how long is this class?

Charlee turned to Misato "I'm not really sure anymore, sometimes the automatic bell system doesn't work, and then the staff forget to ring the bell, so it depends on the day really." She took out her book even though they probably wouldn't need it.

{Misato flips a few pages in her book}

Misato: Oh...That's comforting to know...So...How's it like here? Any nice places to hang out after school and stuff?

Skippy, cursing every god of chance he knew, slunk down in his seat and placed the book between the girls and his face. He could last every English period for the next three months like this, sure.

Charlee grimaced "It depends on the type of people you like to hang out with really" She turned towards the book and gently nudged it down "something wrong skippy?"

{The teacher at the head of the classroom spoke up before starting his lecture}

Teacher: Everyone listen up! Remember where you are sitting, for this is where you will sit for the majority of the year. If you happen to not be sitting in your current seat at some other part of the year, youy status would most likely be one of two things...One you will be sick and at home...Or two...you will be at the dean's office with a detention...Now turn to page 20 of your text book...

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{Misato looks up from her book and turns to Charlee}

Misato: Well...Any place in particular that seems to be popular...

Skippy cursed quietly. Well at least she was back in nice mode for the time being. Twenty minutes in she'd likely set the books on fire or stab the girl beside her. Or suddenly fall asleep. Whatever seemed best at the time, he smiled "No, nothing wrong, Charlee. I was just studying the text. Sorry we had to part so suddenly, been keeping well?"

Charlee quickly turned to page 20 before replying out of the corner of her mouth "Well the popular kids go to the club, the nerds the library, the punks and druggies, the skate park and woods, and everybody else the bowling alley and cinema." she whispered.

{Misato turns around to Skippy and Charlee}

Misato: So you two know each other? And Skippy...I don't think sitting behind use would be soo bad...At least you're sitting behind some very beautiful "specimens" you GUYS might say...

{Misato looks at Skippy}

Misato: I can tell all that from that face you're making...

Charlee quickly turned to page 20 before replying out of the corner of her mouth "Well the popular kids go to the club, the nerds the library, the punks and druggies, the skate park and woods, and everybody else the bowling alley and cinema." she whispered.

Misato: Mmmhmmm...I see...You think you can show me around after school?

"Fine specimens? I'm sorry, I'm a little out of touch with local slang." He knew what she meant of course, but feinged incomprehension was a favoured tactic of his. Always let the enemy think they're a little smarter than you are. "And what do you mean you can tell from my face? "

Charlee was puzzled by Misato's comment to Skippy but decided it was unimportant, she smiled at Skippy "I have been doing fine since we last saw eachother" To Misato she said "Yea sure I think I can do that."

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"Fine specimens? I'm sorry, I'm a little out of touch with local slang." He knew what she meant of course, but feinged incomprehension was a favoured tactic of his. Always let the enemy think they're a little smarter than you are. "And what do you mean you can tell from my face? "

Misato: Oh...But I heard other guys whispering it in the hall...Oh well...That's ok...So what's with the wall you're trying to build...With your english book...

"Well I'm sure you can understand a little reluctance on my part to enter into extended conversation, no matter how fine a 'specimen' you may be. I can understand being indulted and even hurt by comments but drawing a knife, in my personal experience, was never the way to adequately settle a dispute." He was asking for trouble now and he knew it. But he couldn't stand how they just expected his to play along with them. Being nice when they were nice and scared when they were nasty. To hell with that.

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Charlee looked at Skippy "Yes I'm very sorry bout that, but i've gotten so wary of this school... and some of the boys here are down right nasty." she said with a sneer before turning around.

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OOC: -Noir- is out of control! Someone stop him/her/other!

OOC: gomen...sorry...lag made me end up clicking "Submit" like a billion times

OOC: It's still your turn -Noir-

{Misato appeared to have been day-dreaming about home}

Misato: Oh! What happened? Yea...I agree...Hmmm...

{Misato stared hard at Skippy}

Misato: Skippy...I know your planning or thinking something...Just spit it out...

"Planning something? I just don't like being threatened with a knife, maybe thats what I'm thinking. Maybe I'm from some strange society that doesn't consider threats friendly, d'you thinks thats what's got me so worked up? And I especially don't like you trying to play your little mind reading games. Happy?"

{Misato turns around in her chair to speak with Skippy}

Misato: 101...oh...I mean...Lol...No you two are just funny...I do hope you knew that we were only joking...Whatever happened to Matt? Did she really scare him?

OOC: where is everyone else?

Mickey's day was going alright. He hadn't pissed anyone off, yet. Now it was time for lunch.

He sat down alone, eating his packed lunch. Growing up in "Eden" (the Ciceroni estate), one gained many skills. Not only had he learned all the secrets of a mafia hitman, his future career, but had also learned to cook. Today he had made his own lunch.

Everything was going fine until a big hand knocked his lunch to the floor. Mickey looked up to see three guys in varsity jackets. Aww shit, jackasses. Smiling at them he inquired politely "Can I help you?"

"Can I help you?" The leader mocked, his two acne plauged cronies gufawwed. "Word is, you're a rich kid eh?"

Mickey saw no reason to lie, so he nodded.

"Maybe you could give us a bit of cash...." The Bullies moved in closer.

Mickey knew that these guys were trouble, but rembering what his cousin Mike had told him, he decided to just show a confident demenor and stay cool.

"Sorry guys I'm out of cash today...but I'm new here and i could use some friends..."

Bully 1 grabbed him by the collar and pulled him up so the two were face to face.

"I don't want to be friends, So now I'm gonna beat your ass down!"

Mickey relalized that diplomacy wouldn't help him, so he grinned, and hocked a loogie straight into the jock's eye.

The Bully grabbed his eyes and staggerd back. Mickey wasted no time in tackling him, sending the two into the wall.

The two Cronies were obviously not ready for this sort of thing, and had no clue what to do but watch.

Mickey suddenly stood up and began to kick the downed bully repetedly in the face. Blood began to spew from the bully's face and onto Mickey's black dress shoes.

Then as the guy started to scream, Mickey stoped. Then out of nowhere his foot stomped onto the other boy's windpipe and began to apply pressure.

All this while people had begun to notice and scream as Mickey ruthlessly attacked his foe.

A pale white nerd grew even whiter and sprinted out of the lunchroom into the halls screaming "O MY GOD, SOME ONE COME TO THE LUNCHROOM QUICK, SOME KID IS TRYING TO KILL RICKY JAMESON!!!!!!"

OOC: Wow, this thread really grows within a few hours.

IC: Gus finally made it to the door of the english class. By now the class was already half way over, but he didn't care. Not even looking at the teacher, he wandered into the room, all eyes upon him as he finally sat down next to Skippy.

Gus was good at english, but he hated it. As far as he was concerned, it was all a waste of time. They hadn't taught anything of practical use in english since the 8th grade. And so Gus would be doing nothing, once again.

Withdrawing a small knife, Gus began twirling it around upon his desk, spinning it deeper into the wood. The teacher ignored Gus and continued with the lesson.

"Today we will be examining the structure of Shakespearian texts. Angus, what do you know about these texts?"

Without looking up, Gus replied in a harsh tone.

"That they are a complete waste of time and will be no use to us in the future."

A few laughs filled the room as the teacher glared at Gus. He didn't respond. Ignoring the remark, the teacher moved on.

"Anyone else?"

{Misato sat at her desk thinking, as the teacher droned on and on about Shakespheare}

Misato: [This is so dull...Our English teachers back at home where a hundred times better...All this guys does is drone...I wish the bell would ring...Or maybe, like what Charlee said, the bells might be broken...] *sigh*

{Misato turned around and saw that another student had just taken the seat next to Skippy, who seemed asleep behind his propped up English book that shielded the fact that he was sleeping, from the teacher}

Misato: Nice comment...Hey, name's Misato...Who are you?

Gus slowly turned his head to face Misato, his face remaining blank.

"You can call me Gus. So how did they fool you into coming here?"

Gus spoke in a tone that made it obvious he wasn't particularly happy, that was his normal tone. His large hat still remained upon his head, blocking the view of the guy behind him. Many called him 'the Undertaker' because of his appearance, but he didn't care. Gus was satisfied in the knowledge that he was their mental superior.

{Misato looked at Gus curiously and thought to herself quietly before answering}

Misato: [Another curious fellow...But it seems he is hiding something...Maybe some past emotional trauma...Oh well...Might as well make some conversation...It seems that the teacher is in his own little world...] I was an unfortunate victim of someone pulling a random school name out of a hat...I wanted to visit that private school by the beach...Well...While i'm here...I'll try to make it as enjoyable as possible...

OOC: dont RP anything big...I really have to go to school tomorrow... :cry:

Gus chuckled to himself lightly as he removed the large hat and placed it upon his desk. His pale face and cold dark eyes now revealed, Gus replied.

"Good luck. Things are hard around here. But I noticed earlier you can handle yourself well. I think you'll be right. Although this place does strange things to your mind, very strange."

The teacher continued to go on and on about the structure of such texts. No one was listening. Gus looked at his watch. Ten minutes left and he was out of here, reguardless of a bell or not.

OOC: dont RP anything big...I really have to go to school tomorrow... :cry:

OOC: I'm at school tomorrow as well.

OOC:
i've only been gone for 24 hours and this thread balloons???!!!

IC: Jerry was last out of the Maths class, as it always is, for he just can't be bothered to rush. Strolling leisurely out, he proceeded to move outside. Lunch time, and he's not that hungry, as usual. Let's see what this day brings........

Going outside, he sees the 2 exchange students from Slutbum Wallah getting freaked by......damned. The bimbo, waving around a knife like it's no big deal, some other girl he hasn't noticed very much, and gee, it's the Japanese-looker, menacing them with a gun. No wonder they're scared. He himself though, was fascinated. There's more to it then meets the eye where the Japanese cutie is concerned. In fact, she's already in some strange-looking uniform, the type he sees in Japanese animation, and he knows for certain that no normal girl changes THAT fast. Let's see now.....oh well, i'll talk to her next time.

He then moves slowly to his next class, English. On his way, he sees the goth......in a fight with the school bullies. Jerry had never had trouble with them, not since he once dumped the leader of that group through a window down a floor anyway. Ever since then, nobody seemed to dare mess with him, even though he was quite easy-going....."your reputation precedes you, Jerry Nighthawk", he thought to himself. Anyway, it seemed like the goth wasn't having that much of a problem, so he strolled in by. Before he knew it, he was in English class.

And he was one of the first there. Taking a napping pose with head bowed down, Jerry spaced out for a while...........

When he came back to the real world.....Ah, there's the Japanese cutie.....gotta stop thinking of her like that, he reminded himself. The name's.....Misato, right? Anyway she's with one of the Slutbum peeps, and the bimbo princess from who knows where. Just beside her, and she never noticed. Jerry is an imposing figure, but when he wants to, he could be quite unnoticable. Time to start being sociable. Let's see what Misato really is like. He turned around.....

"Hi, I'm Jericho, call me Jerry, how do you do?"

OOC: seeing how fast you people post, please don't mind if i take some time to do so.

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{Misato turns around and faces Jericho}

Misato: Oh...Hi, my name's Misato...Nice to meet you...Ummm...Jerry...

OOC: so annoying...i bet this is going to quadruple post before i can be able to get out of the "Post a reply" screen

where is everyone?

bump

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where'd everyone go?

someone TG me when you begin posting

{Misato turns around and faces Jericho}

Misato: Oh...Hi, my name's Misato...Nice to meet you...Ummm...Jerry...


"Nice to meet you too, Misato...." now, Jerry boy, he thought to himself, "I've seen you pull a gun on those two poor nerds. Tell me, there's more to you than what you seem to be, right? What are you really here for?"

OOC: Lesser GU is my puppet nation, BTW.

As Misato turned her attention to some other guy, Gus went back to spinning his knife on the table. Finally he reached a point where the knife was stuck and wouldn't spin anymore.

Looking at his watch, Gus noticed it was time to leave, but there was no bell. That was of little consequence to him as the dark figure arose and moved towards the door. Hat back in place, Gus was gone, the teacher's scream following him.

He now had a twenty minute break to do nothing until his next lesson, philosophy. Moving into the lunchroom, Gus noticed some new guy beating the hell out of another jock. Smiling to himself, Gus moved over and leaned against a wall next to the guy.

"Having fun?"

{Misato looked at Jerry closely and thought to herself}

Misato: [Hmmm...I think he's up to something...Another perv? No...He has some manners...Well...It doesn't matter...Try to make a conversation...The teacher doesn't seem to notice anything...]

Misato: Nope...I'm just a regular foreign exchange student...I just got this school from a random drawing...And what gun?

The bell finally went 10 minutes after Gus had left. The teacher sighed as another painful lesson finally came to an end.

"Alright, try and read a few chapters of the text tonight, if it isn't too much trouble for you....."

The sarcasm was obvious within the teacher's tone, yet none took notice.

Mickey ignored Gus, his eyes focused completely on his target. He began to step down harder and harder, turning the other boy's face blue. Mickey knew that in order to keep from getting picked on, he would have to stand now, if the jock had to die, so be it....

Suddenly the cafiteria door slammed open and a police officer and the Dean of Students burst into the room. The grabbed Mickey and dragged him kicking out of the Lunch room.....

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Mickey sat in the Dean's office. He wasnt afraid. He didn't know what the law was in Assington for Juvenile attempted murder was, but he didnt care.

The Dean glared at him, "You caused a bit of hubub today Mr. Ciceroni. You destroyed the weak Order that this school abides by, and now we are descending into Chaos.

"If you are wondering, Mr. Jameson will be okay, well enough to stay at school, but a minute more, and you would have killed him, why?"

"I wanted to win the battles that would follow this one, to show them not to mess with the Ciceroni family."

"Mr. Ciceroni, I am not going to punish you today, due to the generous contribution by your family to this school.."

It took a minute for Mickey to understand; his family had bribed the school! He almost burst out laughing, but only smiled.

The Dean dismissed him, telling him that such behavior would not be tolerated in the future.

Mickey then strutted his on way to History...

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{Misato looked at Jerry closely and thought to herself}

Misato: [Hmmm...I think he's up to something...Another perv? No...He has some manners...Well...It doesn't matter...Try to make a conversation...The teacher doesn't seem to notice anything...]

Misato: Nope...I'm just a regular foreign exchange student...I just got this school from a random drawing...And what gun?

"Acting coy with me, girl....??" Jerry thought. With a sudden, swift motion, he whisked the P99 out of Misato's holster before she could react to stop it, then held it out of reach and out of sight of the rest of the class, twirling expertly with it.

"This gun, Miss Misato." Jerry said coolly, "I've seen you pull it on that perv Jack, and if i may say, quite expertly too......too expertly to be just a schoolgirl with a penchant for guns. What's up?"

OOC: Noir, you can try Misato physically attacking Jerry if you want, but don't defeat him, he's supposed to be once one of the meanest street brawler on the block, and still dangerous in a fight, even in his current cool/calm state of attitude. Of course, i won't RP so that Misato gets hurt, rather, i have something else in mind......:p

{Misato looked at Jerry closely and thought to herself}

Misato: [Hmmm...I think he's up to something...Another perv? No...He has some manners...Well...It doesn't matter...Try to make a conversation...The teacher doesn't seem to notice anything...]

Misato: Nope...I'm just a regular foreign exchange student...I just got this school from a random drawing...And what gun?

"Acting coy with me, girl....??" Jerry thought. With a sudden, swift motion, he whisked the P99 out of Misato's holster before she could react to stop it, then held it out of reach and out of sight of the rest of the class, twirling expertly with it.

"This gun, Miss Misato." Jerry said coolly, "I've seen you pull it on that perv Jack, and if i may say, quite expertly too......too expertly to be just a schoolgirl with a penchant for guns. What's up?"

OOC: Noir, you can try Misato physically attacking Jerry if you want, but don't defeat him, he's supposed to be once one of the meanest street brawler on the block, and still dangerous in a fight, even in his current cool/calm state of attitude. Of course, i won't RP so that Misato gets hurt, rather, i have something else in mind......:p

OOC: you do know that was underneath her skirt...so i would advise deleting the post...try editing this post so that you can RP your character attempting to reach underneath her skirt without her knowning...

OOC: cant post anything big...still at school

bump...where is everyone?

Skippy hurried out of the English class round about the time the new kid shoved his hand up Misato's skirt, quickly announcing, "I'm going to lunch." and nearly sprinting form the room. The ensuing firefight could be prolonged and he didn't want to get caught in the crossfire. He made his way towards the cafeteria, carefully avoiding eye contact with the larger students and accidentally walking into the smaller ones.

Reaching the dining area without incident, Skippy manouvered through the que, paid for the meal and was rewarded with a plastic tray containing gray sauce with brown lumps, brown sauce with gray lumps and what appeared to be the half-degisted, regurgitated remains of both. He wondered if there hadn't been some kind of mistake and he had been served from the trash can.

He sat down at a nearly empty table and was about to hazard the food when another boy sat down opposite him. He didn't look threatening or mean, about six feet tall, average build, could even be described as handsome, but he did generate an air of authority. When he talked, people listened. Not because he'd hurt them if they didn't, but because that was the way the world worked. Some talked, others listened. Be the former whenever you can. "You new here?" He asked, idly flipping a blade over and over in his fingers.

Skippy nodded, a forkful of lump halfway to his mouth, unsure of what this was about.

The boy smiled politely, "Well let me explain how one or two things work here. Many of the students you see around you," he waved an arm expansively, "Belong to one 'gang' or another. Most are small, petty affairs ruled over by one near-comatose thug and dedicated to cheap thrills and minor extortion. One or two are larger, a few are more organized. Like it or not you will have to get involved, declaring yourself unaffiliated makes you a target of everyone whereas several of the larger groups make a point of protecting their own... for a price." He layed the blade down carefully on the tabletop, "I like to make a simple offer to all the newcomers. Either you can wander freely, taking everything they throw at you till you finally break down and join anything with more than one member or you can join me now and stay immune against the threats till you leave. I ask nothing more than a reasonable monthly fee for your own protection. Others aren't as generous." He looked at Skippy, conveying silent meaning.

Skippy hadn't moved since the boy had sat down. The forkful of stuff was still halfway to his open mouth and was beginning to leak unknown liquid.

"I'll leave you to think about it shall I?" He asked with a friendly smile. Without waiting for an answer, he retrievedhis blade and left the table. As he walked away two heavies appeared from their hding places and took position either side. Bodyguards. Curious and yet more curious. Now if only he had told him his name...

Mickey sat in history class, twriling his pen in his hand.

The class hadn't started yet, and already he was bored. He didn't need to know Assington History, he wasn't even Assingtontoian, or whatever the hell they called themselves.

Looking at some of the kids entering he was pleased to see that they were afraid of him. News must have gotten around.

Mickey sat waiting for class to start...

OOC:hey, someone be in this class, i need a friend :cry:
ps. Assington, check your TGS

OOC: argh...fine i'll RP it...

{Misato just sat there looking at Jerry with an annoyed, disgusted, "What the $#%^ are you doing" look on her face}

Misato: Tsk Tsk Tsk...That was a bad move...Don't blink...

{Misato quickly rushed in and grabbed her gun back as he twirled it in the air and she quickly put Jerry in an arm lock and quickly pushed him onto the ground with her P99 to his head. She yawned as she sat on his back, pinning him to the floor}

Misato: This is why...Now...Try learning something from this experience...Don't mess with a professional...

{She pulled out her lanyard, hanging around her neck from underneath her uniform. On the end of the lanyard was a little anime figure keychain, and an ID badge holder. She pulled the ID badge out of the case and was about to flash it in front of Jerry's face but then hesitated and put it back into the case and tucked it underneath her outer uniform}

Misato: *Sigh* Sorry...But...Don't try that again...It's rude...You'll never pick up girls like that...We like manners and such...

{Misato put her gun back into its holster, dusted off her clothes, picked up her books from her desk and began walking out of the classroom.}

Misato: I'll forgive you this time...Just don't try anything like that again...

{With that, Misato walked out of the classroom to look for Charlee}

OOC: Gee, Noir, you ruined the fun for me. I told you not to defeat Jerry, yeah? Now i'll have to twist things a little........I'm kinda envisioning Jerry as someone with a fighting record that's impressive in a sense, and dumping him like that doesn't help his image at all.

IC: Jerry sat up on the floor, silently laughing to himself. Whoo, hot! It's been a while since anybody dared to take him on, and the only reason, actually 2, that Misato got the better of him, was that one, he wasn't too prepared, and two, he's got a soft spot for members of the opposite sex anyway, so he wouldn't have reacted too violently even if he had to. Anyway, he's got to clear things up with her now, he knew that. Waiting doesn't help matters....with everyone else looking expectantly at him, he got up, brushed himself off, and went after Misato.

"Hey, Miss Misato, wait up, i gotta explain.....", and Jerry made the mistake of grabbing her by the arm.

Misato immediately reacted, slapping his hand aside and grabbing his in return, but this time Jerry was ready. A quick but not excessively hard bitchslap to the arm, making her let go, and Misato tried kicking up at Jerry's head, but he ducked, went low, and swept her supporting leg off the ground, making her fall. But Jerry wasn't about to let her. Reaching out, he grabbed both her wrists and pulled them to her back, at the same time locking her hands behind her back and holding her waist so that she wouldn't fall. He then made the precautionary move of standing so that his legs were between hers, so that she couldn't kick up at his......ahem, manhood. The result would have looked like something out of a romantic film, if the atmosphere wasn't so tense.

"Whoa, Miss Misato, I only wanted to talk, don't dump me like that again. I knew from the start you're a professional, but you gotta understand you're dealing with somebody beyond your skills. I'm not trying to hit on you, believe me, you'll know if i was. I just wanted to talk, so i'll let you go now, okay?"

He observed Misato, noting that she looked utterly humiliated. That wasn't good, that was not his intention. Still.....he slowly let her go, ready in case Misato tried again.

OOC: Noir, i'll be hoping to be able to make Jerry go back to being a goody-two-shoes on the outside again ;)

{Misato thought to herself quietly while looking at Jerry annoyingly}

Misato: [*sigh*...If he just keeps doing this approach...No wonder he doesn't get any girls...He must be desparate...Well...his technique isn't too bad...But it seems it's just something he learned off of the streets...Kind of crude...All style...No substance...Well that usually works still...Hmmm...Letting go of me slowly move...He really doesn't know who he is dealing with...Oh well...Might as well have some fun while i'm here...]

{Misato started to get up slowly, but at once she grabbed her P99 from its holster, and as she expected Jerry would just knock it out over her hand. But in her other hand, she was able to grab her knife, hidden underneath her loose socks. Misato was able to pin Jerry down with the knife to his neck. Misato pulled out her -Noir- Military ID that was hanging on her lanyard and held it in front of Jerry's face}

Misato: Here! Here!!! Look at this! I said look at this!!! "Lieutenant Alexandra Misato Bouquet...-Noir- Special Operations Officer First Class...AEGIS Division...Branch number 350a...Fireteam Delta Zero..."Medals for Side-arm accuracy...Top-10 graduate from the Force XXI Trials, year 2003 at 15 years old, and one of the three youngest people to complete the trial, third only to my sister and the Chancellor...Veteran of over 300 VR T.A. Missions, record for my age...And Class President of my Sophomore class...There! Got the message...When I say professional...I MEAN IT! Now if you try anything like that to me again...HEY!!! Now look at me straight in the eye... Now...Listen like a good boy...If you try anything like that to me...For a...Third time again...YOU WON'T BE WAKING UP THE FOLLOWING MORNING!!!

{Misato reached out and grabbed her P99, while keeping the knife close to Jerry's neck. She then started to stand up, placing the knife back into its case underneath her loose socks, while keeping the P99 aimed at Jerry's face. Once she stood up, she put on her cute face and spoke to a yet again stunned Jerry}

Misato: Now come on...Lunch must almost be over and I haven't eaten anything since the plane trip...So YOUR treat...Then I MIGHT forgive you for what you did AGAIN! Now show me where the cafeteria...Pretty please...With a cherry on top.


OOC: it this a start? of Jerry being a "goody-two-shoes"? :wink:


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OOC: Gee, you still don't get it, Noir. I'm intending Jerry as a hidden legend in his own right in Ruby High, able to take on any professional fighter and at the very worst get a stalemate. To prevent any more misunderstandings, I'll describe Jerry in short, so as not to give anything away i might use later in the plot. The credentials for Misato are impressive all right, but i'm kinda trying to shape up Jerry in a way that his credentials in fighting skills would match Misato's, but in a different way (as in, where the underworld is concerned). He's no simple street brawler, he can also do things Misato would never dream of. I'll explain later in the plot, but for now, can you edit your post such that they fight to a stalemate? Sorry for not editing my earlier post about the gun-snatching, but i was not online at that time. Also, if you want to RP Jerry, take note that he's incredibly cool and calm, not as panicky as you made him out to be. Oh yeah, and he really wasn't trying to hit on Misato, he's not quite THAT desperate. Jerry just wants to talk, because he sees what he thinks is a kindred soul in Misato :wink:

P.S. I ask for a stalemate, but as for getting Jerry to give Misato a treat, sure, why not? Go ahead and make Jerry treat her :p

im still at school will post later

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OOC: Noir, i'll stop posting until you edit your last post.

OOC: what do i have to edit again? sorry...been busy w/ exams and projects...

OOC: THe last post, the one where Misato has a knife to Jerry's neck. Don't defeat him, i'm trying to build up his life story, and doing that is impeding my plans. make Misato and Jerry fight to a draw if you will.

OOC: THe last post, the one where Misato has a knife to Jerry's neck. Don't defeat him, i'm trying to build up his life story, and doing that is impeding my plans. make Misato and Jerry fight to a draw if you will.

OOC: i've got an idea...i'll TG you so not to spoil anything for the audience

Mickey sat in history class, twriling his pen in his hand.

The class hadn't started yet, and already he was bored. He didn't need to know Assington History, he wasn't even Assingtontoian, or whatever the hell they called themselves.

Looking at some of the kids entering he was pleased to see that they were afraid of him. News must have gotten around.

Mickey sat waiting for class to start...

OOC:hey, someone be in this class, i need a friend :cry:
ps. Assington, check your TGS

Gus found himself in ancient history, sitting next to that Mickey character. Witnessing the savage beating the guy had dished out was considered a good characteristic in Gus' eyes and so he made an effort to talk to the guy.

"So how the hell do you end up in this hole?"

His tone was the same indifference, reaking of cynicism.

{Misato thought to herself quietly while looking at Jerry annoyingly}

Misato: [*sigh*...If he just keeps doing this approach...No wonder he doesn't get any girls...He must be desparate...Well...his technique isn't too bad...But it seems it's just something he learned off of the streets...Kind of crude...All style...No substance...Well that usually works still...Hmmm...Letting go of me slowly move...He really doesn't know who he is dealing with...Oh well...Might as well have some fun while i'm here...]

{Misato started to get up slowly, but at once she grabbed her P99 from its holster, and as she expected Jerry would just knock it out over her hand. But in her other hand, she was able to grab her knife, hidden underneath her loose socks. Misato was able to pin Jerry down with the knife to his neck. Misato pulled out her -Noir- Military ID that was hanging on her lanyard and held it in front of Jerry's face}

Misato: Here! Here!!! Look at this! I said look at this!!! "Lieutenant Alexandra Misato Bouquet...-Noir- Special Operations Officer First Class...AEGIS Division...Branch number 350a...Fireteam Delta Zero..."Medals for Side-arm accuracy...Top-10 graduate from the Force XXI Trials, year 2003 at 15 years old, and one of the three youngest people to complete the trial, third only to my sister and the Chancellor...Veteran of over 300 VR T.A. Missions, record for my age...And Class President of my Sophomore class...There! Got the message...When I say professional...I MEAN IT! Now if you try anything like that to me again...HEY!!! Now look at me straight in the eye... Now...Listen like a good boy...If you try anything like that to me...For a...Third time again...YOU WON'T BE WAKING UP THE FOLLOWING MORNING!!!

{Misato reached out and grabbed her P99, while keeping the knife close to Jerry's neck. She then started to stand up, placing the knife back into its case underneath her loose socks, while keeping the P99 aimed at Jerry's face. Once she stood up, she put on her cute face and spoke to Jerry, but in her head she had felt something turn inside of her, some very weird unearthly feeling that had briefly eminated from Jerry as he lay on the floor}

Misato: Now come on...Lunch must almost be over and I haven't eaten anything since the plane trip...So YOUR treat...Then I MIGHT forgive you for what you did AGAIN! Now show me where the cafeteria...Pretty please...With a cherry on top.

{But as Misato started to walk toward the cafeteria, she though again about Jerry and what kind of person he was}

Misato: [That was strange...I've never felt that much power from a person..Even though it was very short...Barely a few seconds...The only time she felt an energy that strong was from her older sister or from the Chancellor...How can such power...Hmmm...There must be more to Jerry than meets the eye...I'll have to ask around...I bet that he's got some sort of reputation here...He's a strong fighter...To strong for a normal street thug...Hmmm...Let's see...]

{As Misato is walking, she slowly pulls out a knife from her underneath her socks, as she pretends to pull them up. Then suddenly she quickly turns around and throws the knife at Jerry, who then catches it in between his thumb and index finger}

Misato: What the? Oh...I see...

Jerry: Hehe...Now it's my turn...Don't YOU try anything on me...Or you'll get something even worse...

{Misato jumps back cautiously, as Jerry purposely lets out a small burst of his spiritual energy in order to intimidate Misato, for he knows that other people will be able to feel his energy, but only when he manipulates it in certain ways}

Misato: Ok...

Jerry: I got some secrets up my sleeve also...Lieutenant...Alexandra...

Misato: Stop...Please...Don't call me that...Just...Misato...

Jerry: What is wrong with Alexandra? It's a beautiful name...

Misato: It's just for formalities...Now...What? Where'd you go???

Jerry: I didn't go anywhere...

{Misato looked to her side and saw Jerry standing at her side as if he was always there}

Jerry: Like what I said...I got some of my own secrets...

Misato: [He is starting to scare me...] So...Want to go to lunch already?



OOC: edited previous post...is this better? i might add something later today...this afternoon when i get home from school

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OOC: No Noir, Jerry is not some supernatural character, but your previous post......well, i guess i can twist it back to the way i want Jerry to look like. He's just a fighter with unparalleled skill (at least until he met Misato), and that 'spiritual energy' you described Jerry as having, well i think i can explain it away to his strong will.

IC:
Jerry: Perhaps.....but i think you should see this.

*he holds out a magazine, and Misato, gasping, takes out her P99 and checks. It was unloaded of its magazine. Now, Misato was going into shock. What kind of.....not even her instructors could do that.......then she felt a hand grab her arm gently*

Jerry: Hey, you okay? You're shaking real bad.
Misato: Erm....yeah, I'm fine.....[regains her composure]......well......hey, what are you laughing at?

*Jerry was trying to keep it down, but fails, and he is shaking from laughter. Finally he couldn't hold it in, and starts laughing out loud, making people turn around. Some in the crowd start mumbling......"El Nino, El Nino's back"

Jerry: For a lieutenant, you're jittery.
Misato: Huh? What......
Jerry: [still laughing softly] You just barely held your own against El Nino's evil eye, and only because you're lucky i'm in a good mood and you a strong person yourself....[pause]....I'm sorry, you don't know what i'm talking about, do you? [Sees Misato shaking her head] Come on then, I'll take you to the nearest pizzeria for lunch, it's just a short way from here, and the gloop they serve at the cafeteria.....well let's just say it looks like sewer stuff. You tell me your life story, and I'll tell you the story of El Nino on the way......

*leads Misato by the arm*

Jerry: [Whispers to Misato] By the way, I'm glad you came. It's been a while since i last had a challenge.......gives me a reason to start training seriously again.

Gus found himself in ancient history, sitting next to that Mickey character. Witnessing the savage beating the guy had dished out was considered a good characteristic in Gus' eyes and so he made an effort to talk to the guy.

"So how the hell do you end up in this hole?"

His tone was the same indifference, reaking of cynicism.

Mickey grinned at Gus, "I'm here because my family hates me..." So he told Gus about the island estate of Eden, how Il Duche was the richest man in all of Mikatopia, and one of ten in the world.

"Before this I was sent to private schools, or tutored at home. They sent me here because 1, they want me out of the house. And 2,this school has got a reputaion for brutality, which is good for me, because my destiny is to be a hitman, Il Duche says so, and whatever he wants, he gets." At his Mickey's smile disappeared and he played with a small crusafix around his neck, then he looked at Gus and continued , "My brother Angleo died because Il Duche got pissed at the Mikatopian Triad, a Yakazua group with good connections with the government. He and a few others went into a Triad casino and killed several influental members of the Triad.

"Turns out, they were tipped off and got the national guard to help. Angleo had exactly 546 bullets fired into him. I was there..."Mickey began to tear up, then realized what he was doing and stopped immendiatly.

OOC: No Noir, Jerry is not some supernatural character, but your previous post......well, i guess i can twist it back to the way i want Jerry to look like. He's just a fighter with unparalleled skill (at least until he met Misato), and that 'spiritual energy' you described Jerry as having, well i think i can explain it away to his strong will.

IC:
Jerry: Perhaps.....but i think you should see this.

*he holds out a magazine, and Misato, gasping, takes out her P99 and checks. It was unloaded of its magazine. Now, Misato was going into shock. What kind of.....not even her instructors could do that.......then she felt a hand grab her arm gently*

Jerry: Hey, you okay? You're shaking real bad.
Misato: Erm....yeah, I'm fine.....[regains her composure]......well......hey, what are you laughing at?

*Jerry was trying to keep it down, but fails, and he is shaking from laughter. Finally he couldn't hold it in, and starts laughing out loud, making people turn around. Some in the crowd start mumbling......"El Nino, El Nino's back"

Jerry: For a lieutenant, you're jittery.
Misato: Huh? What......
Jerry: [still laughing softly] You just barely held your own against El Nino's evil eye, and only because you're lucky i'm in a good mood and you a strong person yourself....[pause]....I'm sorry, you don't know what i'm talking about, do you? [Sees Misato shaking her head] Come on then, I'll take you to the nearest pizzeria for lunch, it's just a short way from here, and the gloop they serve at the cafeteria.....well let's just say it looks like sewer stuff. You tell me your life story, and I'll tell you the story of El Nino on the way......

*leads Misato by the arm*

Jerry: [Whispers to Misato] By the way, I'm glad you came. It's been a while since i last had a challenge.......gives me a reason to start training seriously again.

OOC: not jittery...this is why i dont like the idea of RPing with another person's character without them knowing...this turned my whole character profile around...we need to change our posts

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OOC: i have an idea, lets just delete the previous posts and start right after that small brawl in the classroom...

Mickey grinned at Gus, "I'm here because my family hates me..." So he told Gus about the island estate of Eden, how Il Duche was the richest man in all of Mikatopia, and one of ten in the world.

"Before this I was sent to private schools, or tutored at home. They sent me here because 1, they want me out of the house. And 2,this school has got a reputaion for brutality, which is good for me, because my destiny is to be a hitman, Il Duche says so, and whatever he wants, he gets." At his Mickey's smile disappeared and he played with a small crusafix around his neck, then he looked at Gus and continued , "My brother Angleo died because Il Duche got pissed at the Mikatopian Triad, a Yakazua group with good connections with the government. He and a few others went into a Triad casino and killed several influental members of the Triad.

"Turns out, they were tipped off and got the national guard to help. Angleo had exactly 546 bullets fired into him. I was there..."Mickey began to tear up, then realized what he was doing and stopped immendiatly.

Gus sighed slightly. Mickey's story brought back memories of his own, his own brother and his untimely end.

"I lost my brother as well. In this very school. He defended himself much like you did just before, but he made one fatal mistake. He didn't kill the guy. Three months later when the guy got out of hospital, he came back with a SMG and unleashed 32 rounds into my brother."

It was obvious this was a painful subject for Gus, even though he hid it fairly well.

"I suggest you watch yourself, you can't trust anyone here."

Gus sighed slightly. Mickey's story brought back memories of his own, his own brother and his untimely end.

"I lost my brother as well. In this very school. He defended himself much like you did just before, but he made one fatal mistake. He didn't kill the guy. Three months later when the guy got out of hospital, he came back with a SMG and unleashed 32 rounds into my brother."

It was obvious this was a painful subject for Gus, even though he hid it fairly well.

"I suggest you watch yourself, you can't trust anyone here."

Mickey suddenly had an idea.

"You and me, we could rule this school. We are smarter, stronger, and tougher than anyone else. It wouldn't just be us, I know many other kids who are just like us. We don't have to take crap from no one any more, no more bullies..."

Suddenly Gus could see the lust in Mickey's eyes, the lust for power. It was an inborn trait of the Ciceroni's, and it seemed that Mickey was not above it...

Mickey spoke again, "I think you and I could be good friends, what do you say?" He held out his hand to Gus.

-deleted-

OOC: Good idea Noir, TG me Misato's stats and personality, and i'll TG you Jerry's.

Gus considered the offer for a moment. He didn't have any real desires for popularity or control over others, yet if he had such power he could definitely use it to his benefit. Mickey seemed like an alright guy, similar to himself. They could make it work.

Gus extended his hand and gripped Mickey's.

"Sounds good to me."
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History was almost over and as people began to pour out of classes, three guys hadning out flyers announced a party they were holding at their huge house in the suburbs tonight. Almost everyone would be there.

Assington, does this mean that schools out *crosses fingers and starts praying....*

OOC: One more class. Then it's out and we can all move to the party. 8)

OOC: Good idea Noir, TG me Misato's stats and personality, and i'll TG you Jerry's.

OOC: i cant right now...i need to study for my AP tests this weekend...

OOC:
To Noir: AP tests?
To Mikatopia: hey, you mind if i try to link Jerry's past with the Ciceroni family somehow?

OOC:

AP = Advanced Placement Tests

i have to take my AP Macroeconomics exam on Thursday...and its super hard

and i also have a test on biology on monday

OOC: Noir, how about i start from where Jerry lets go of Misato, and i RP Misato to fight Jerry to a draw? This is mine, tell me what you think of it.

[code:1:a207c92227] {Misato thought to herself quietly while looking at Jerry annoyingly}

Misato: [*sigh*...If he just keeps doing this approach...No wonder he doesn't get any girls...He must be desparate...Well...his technique isn't too bad...But it seems it's just something he learned off of the streets...Kind of crude...All style...No substance...Well that usually works still...Hmmm...Letting go of me slowly move...He really doesn't know who he is dealing with...Oh well...Might as well have some fun while i'm here...]

{Misato started to get up slowly, but at once she grabbed her P99 from its holster, and as she expected Jerry would just knock it out over her hand. But in her other hand, she was able to grab her knife, hidden underneath her loose socks. What she did not expect was that when she tried to pin the knife to Jerry's neck, Jerry merely punched the knife aside easily, and leapt away.}

Misato: [That's weird, he should have been hurt, but....]

{Then she saw that the leather gloves Jerry was wearing had protected his hand from the blade. The knife had glanced off the glove, but......no normal street thug should be able to move as fast as a professional like her, much less the blistering speed with which Jerry exhibited}

Jerry: Whoa, cool there Miss Misato, you're scaring everyone......

{Misato didn't wait to hear what Jerry had to say. The knife was out of reach, but she just rushed forward anyway. It would be easy to take him down. Or so she thought, because for the first few strikes, Jerry parried all. Jerry tried a few bitchslaps, but Misato dodged them, and continued the attack. Moving across the corridor, the fistfight continued, but Misato soon realised there was no way she could break Jerry's defenses, and it was to her credit that the same could be said of her still smiling opponent. Then she saw that the knife Jerry slapped away lay nearby.}

Misato: [Now!]

{Misato ducked from the fight to retrieve the knife and managed it, but before she could turn, Jerry took the chance to literally pick her up from the floor and threw her into the air. She didn't scream like most girls would, after all she was a trained soldier. She prepared for the gut-wrenching crash to the floor, but a pair of strong arms caught her in mid-air, and not pausing, she whipped the knife around against Jerry' neck.}

Misato: You lose.
Jerry: [still grinning] Perhaps, but you might want to look right.

{Misato does, and sees that Jerry has his own knife in his hand, where his arm supported her upper back, against her neck.}

Jerry: In my opinion, this looks like a draw to me. Won't you agree?[/code:1:a207c92227]

Dek dragged through the remainder of the day... He'd heard there was a party being thrown later on, but he doubted he'd go. He had other things to do, like work & make enough cash to pay the rent on his apartment...

OOC: Why do some of the students carry guns to school?

OOC: why's it have to be a draw??? you dishonor her...she'd just go commit sepukku just for that...watching "Last Samurai" at the moment...while procrastinating instead of doing hw...but i'm serious...she'd go into depression if that happened...more so than her sister back in -Noir-

Misato is a bit more serious than her sister, Mireille, because Misato is essentially treated like a little sister...second to Mireille...

look for my other posts in CoreWorld's threads...

Misato is more conservative while Mireille is more open to others

OOC: Gee, Noir, you're not helping me here. I'm still building up Jerry as a believable character, and if you make him lose, it scuttles all my plans. I was going to put down on the post that both Jerry and Misato were holding back a lot so as to avoid hurting each other; in effect both weren't so focused on the battle. Maybe you can say that Misato won't be so depressed since she knew both she and Jerry were just testing each other anyway.

Besides, i'm trying to set the scene for mutual respect between Misato and Jerry, maybe even a close friendship, if an intimate relationship isn't your cup of tea ;)

OOC: Gee, Noir, you're not helping me here. I'm still building up Jerry as a believable character, and if you make him lose, it scuttles all my plans. I was going to put down on the post that both Jerry and Misato were holding back a lot so as to avoid hurting each other; in effect both weren't so focused on the battle. Maybe you can say that Misato won't be so depressed since she knew both she and Jerry were just testing each other anyway.

Besides, i'm trying to set the scene for mutual respect between Misato and Jerry, maybe even a close friendship, if an intimate relationship isn't your cup of tea ;)

OOC: your guy could still lose and no one would know about it...RP as there being no one in the hall...but say that you held back because it wasnt like you to fight girls...i just want to set it straight that Misato is a "professional" or someone that you didn't expect to be in the military...you could say that you havent fought an opponent like her before...or that she doesnt compare to what you've been used to before...

OOC2: kinda busy to post anything big this week...lots of tests coming...i just found out that there is an english test tomorrow and we have a lab experiment on the day afterwards (therefore we need to create a prelab for the experiment complete with hypothesis and procedure), and of course there is the AP Economics Exam on thursday after tha lab...and on friday we have to turn in an outline of a whole chapter in our hns.biology book (the chapter is like more or less 20 pages long)

i've got a busy week...and today i just had a biology unit exam which i did HORRIBLY!!!! i'd be lucky to get 60%...

it's horrible this week....

OOC: your guy could still lose and no one would know about it...RP as there being no one in the hall...but say that you held back because it wasnt like you to fight girls...i just want to set it straight that Misato is a "professional" or someone that you didn't expect to be in the military...you could say that you havent fought an opponent like her before...or that she doesnt compare to what you've been used to before...


OOC: I could do that, but it still scuttles my plans, because i also want to set this straight, amongst the life history i've planned for him is that he's defeated karate, taekwondo and other martial arts masters before, courtesy of the sponsorship of the Ciceroni's in getting the masters to fight him, and it just wouldn't fit if he couldn't take on a professional. Of course, i could RP that they merely threw a few punches at each other to test each other, and both managed to avoid each other's hits, so as a result it isn't even a fight in the first place, much less a draw, then we never need to set it down as to who's the better......if that suits you.

OOC: Sorry for the lack of posting, net has been down. :evil:

IC: Finally last period ended and Gus slowly made his way out of the classroom. As hundreds of people poured out of the school, several others stood bearing microphones, announcing a party.

"Tonight there will be a huge party to celebrate the new year, and to get pissed. All are welcome at 529 Carbon Road, Yeronga. Starts at 7, be there!"

This message was repeated by several others all over the school. Gus considered going as he knew it would irritate the popular kids and there wasn't any alcohol at home. Turning around to find Mickey, Gus directed a question at him.

OOC: Also, many kids carry weapons here because it is a dangerous place to be. Makes the RP a little more exciting.

"You feel like heading to this thing and getting our hands on some free booze?"

OOC: GU, yeah sure, TG me and we can discuss it

IC: Mickey grinned.

"Booze, yeah, good stuff." He remebered sneaking beer when Il Duche had one of his parties. The old bastard was 110 years old, he couldn't drink beer any more.

He nodded to Gus and went on to his next class, Biology...

OOC: sure a draw...i'll start it...we can just ignore the previous posts...i'll start it when we exit the classroom...

{Misato walks out of the classroom gripping her stomach, she hasn't eaten anything since she arrived in Assington}

Misato: [Need...Food...Cafeteria...Ugh...Hmm...Footsteps...]

{Misato turns around and sees Jerry walking out of the classroom briskly, as if nothing had happened a few minutes ago}

Misato: Hey...Kinda sorry about earlier...Didn't mean to blow up in your face like that...But...It's like an automatic reaction when someone reaches under someone's skirt and such...



OOC2: Don't RP my character...'k...no verbal RPing i mean and stuff...

Gus decided he was going to skip Chemistry and sit around in the cafeteria. Replacing the large hat upon his head, the black figure moved silently through the halls, standing over many students except for the larger jocks.

OOC: sure a draw...i'll start it...we can just ignore the previous posts...i'll start it when we exit the classroom...

{Misato walks out of the classroom gripping her stomach, she hasn't eaten anything since she arrived in Assington}

Misato: [Need...Food...Cafeteria...Ugh...Hmm...Footsteps...]

{Misato turns around and sees Jerry walking out of the classroom briskly, as if nothing had happened a few minutes ago}

Misato: Hey...Kinda sorry about earlier...Didn't mean to blow up in your face like that...But...It's like an automatic reaction when someone reaches under someone's skirt and such...

Jerry sat up and laughed. Whoo, hot! It's been a while since anyone dared to take him on like that, even at unawares. Misato was no simple schoolgirl, that he knew for certain now. Now he's gotta see what she really is.....he got up and chased after her.

Misato: Hey...Kinda sorry about earlier...Didn't mean to blow up in your face like that...But...It's like an automatic reaction when someone reaches under someone's skirt and such...

Jerry: No, you're right. I was acting like a jerk. I should be the one saying sorry, and i do apologize. I won't do it again, i promise.

He looks at Misato, who returns the look. Interesting.....it's been a while since anyone dared to look him straight in the eye, even when he's wearing sunglasses.....this girl has more to her than he initially thought, and that was saying a lot.

Jerry: But......i just want to know, you certainly ain't no normal girl, are you? No normal person can react as fast as you, at least not in my experience.... and that was also saying a lot, Jerry thought......I was thinking, maybe we have a few rounds of sparring, i want to know just what you are made of, and then maybe you can share with me your life story? I'll be real interested to know how you came by such skills.

I'm sure she's good, but let's see if she can match the best fighter in the neighbourhood......then Jerry realized it was lunchtime, and he himself, again, wasn't particularly hungry, but goodness knows how Misato is feeling right now........

Jerry: How about afterwards, i take you to the nearest pizzeria? It's only a 5 min walk from here, and trust me, you don't wanna eat the slop they serve you at the cafeteria. Don't worry about it, no one at the school will dare to stop me.....i'll explain later. Then maybe we can talk there........

{Misato thought to herself}

Misato: [Hmmm...He seems ok...Well...I Have nothing else to do at the end of the day...Why not...Doesn't seem that much like a pervert...Except that one move he did back in the classroom...He has manners, that's good...]

{Misato turns around and faces Jerry}

Misato: Sure...Why not...But no more tricks like that...'k...Now...Do they have some vending machines or something here? I'm starving...

Gus sat calmly in a corner, alone. His attitudes scared most kids away which he found useful, especially when he wanted sleep. Checking his watch, Gus noticed there was only ten minutes left until the end of school.

He'd head home and sleep a bit more before moving along to the party that was still being mentioned over s everal megaphones.

{Misato thought to herself}

Misato: [Hmmm...He seems ok...Well...I Have nothing else to do at the end of the day...Why not...Doesn't seem that much like a pervert...Except that one move he did back in the classroom...He has manners, that's good...]

{Misato turns around and faces Jerry}

Misato: Sure...Why not...But no more tricks like that...'k...Now...Do they have some vending machines or something here? I'm starving...

Jerry: Erm, yeah....come with me.

*Jerry takes Misato's hand before he knew what he was doing, than realising his mistake, lets go immediately.*

Jerry: Er, erm, sorry about that, Miss Misato. Here......

*he leads her around a corner, where 2 vending machines are. Misato begins to take out her purse, but Jerry suddenly swung......at the vending machine holding snacks, and with a loud smashing noise, an energy bar fell into the slot, which Jerry promptly takes out and gives to Misato, who is looking at him with a raised eyebrow.*

Jerry: If you're lucky, that happens. These machines are a little rickety, and sometimes you just have to try for freebies, when no one's looking. Not all the time though.

*He then smashes the other machine holding drinks, and reaches in for the soda that came, and gives it to Misato. Then he reaches in again, realising a can of coffee was also there......but he doesn't want it. Then he realises that Gus was there, and was looking sleepy. Normally, people would be frightened of Gus, but Jerry was no normal person, and in fact regards Gus as just another person.*

Jerry: Hey Gus, you look like you need this, catch!

*he throws the can of coffee to Gus*

Mickey walked out of Biology laughing so hard his eyes filled with tears. He had caused quite a ruckus when he started that pig-intestine fight.

It was now time for him to go home, he strutted down the hallways and made his way to the vending machines for a quick snack....

OOC: sorry...i'm just picky...but...dont RP anything with my characters saying anything...sorry...

At the mention of his name Gus quickly looked up to see a coffee flying towards him. In a casual movement he nudged to the side, allowing the coffee to smash into the wall next to him, staining the wall and floor.

Gus looked over at Jerry from under his hat. Even though Jerry couldn't see his eyes, he could tell Gus was glaring at him. Deciding not to make anything of it as the guy was only being friendly, Gus went back to his dozing.

Five minutes to go...

OOC:

Noir: There, i've fixed it, but i do hope that you will allow me to at least use Misato for smaller things like raised eyebrows, otherwise i think she'll come across as stiff to Jerry's deeds.

Assington: That was a can of coffee, not a cup, so by rights it shouldn't spill. Plus, i'll rather Jerry not be stared straight in the eye, but i'll explain that later.

OOC: Ok. I'm just trying to keep my character's theme. And it is possible for the can to bust open, but no matter.

IC: The bell actually rang on time for once, alerting all students they were free to leave the school and cause trouble somewhere else. Gus didn't say anything as he broke of the glare and spun around, his long trench coat spinning through the air as he departed.

OOC2: The plan is to all meet up at the party soon...

{Misato thought to herself}

Misato: [Hmmm...He seems ok...Well...I Have nothing else to do at the end of the day...Why not...Doesn't seem that much like a pervert...Except that one move he did back in the classroom...He has manners, that's good...]

{Misato turns around and faces Jerry}

Misato: Sure...Why not...But no more tricks like that...'k...Now...Do they have some vending machines or something here? I'm starving...

Jerry: Erm, yeah....come with me.

*Jerry takes Misato's hand before he knew what he was doing, than realising his mistake, lets go immediately.*

Jerry: Er, erm, sorry about that, Miss Misato. Here......

*he leads her around a corner, where 2 vending machines are. Misato begins to take out her purse, but Jerry suddenly swung......at the vending machine holding snacks, and with a loud smashing noise, an energy bar fell into the slot, which Jerry promptly takes out and gives to Misato, who is looking at him with a raised eyebrow.*

Jerry: If you're lucky, that happens. These machines are a little rickety, and sometimes you just have to try for freebies, when no one's looking. Not all the time though.

*He then smashes the other machine holding drinks, and reaches in for the soda that came, and gives it to Misato. Then he reaches in again, realising a can of coffee was also there......but he doesn't want it. Then he realises that Gus was there, and was looking sleepy. Normally, people would be frightened of Gus, but Jerry was no normal person, and in fact regards Gus as just another person.*

Jerry: Hey Gus, you look like you need this, catch!

*he throws the can of coffee to Gus*

{Misato thought about Jerry holding her hand a while ago while she was drinking her soda}

Misato: [He's up to something...I think he just wants to show off...Maybe I should give him some advice on what girls want...I'll just play along...Maybe I can use him in the future...]

{Misato turned around to Jerry}

Misato: Thanks for the soda...I have to get going now...Need to look for my next class...

Dek arrived back at his apartment around 6:15, after the shop shut down for the night. On his particle-board desk lay his going-away gift from his dad, an M92FS in blued steel. He completed his nightly ritual of field-stripping the handgun, then unloading & reloading the three fifteen round clips he had for it. Traditionally, the Bray family had preferred a .45 caliber weapon. Both Dekker & Jack carried AMT M1911A1 Hardballers, and his granddad Samuel carried a pair of .45 Peacemakers.

Dek had always preferred the 9mm weapons, but a 5.7mm was an excellent combat sidearm, with the ability to penetrate body armor. Dek didn't think he'd encounter anyone with body armor on a highschool campus, so he would stick with the Berretta. He aready had a MAC-10 & a few clips in the right saddlebag on his chopper, in the event he became out-gunned.

After a few hours of PT & HTH drills, he opened the fridge & selected a beer from the door rack. If there was one perk that came from being the son of an RDMA major, it was that booze & guns where easy to come by. His ID was good in 80% of the NS world, stating he was the equivalent of 21 where he came from.

He'd missed the party, but he wasn't really torn up about it. Dek wasn't the most social person to ever grace the face of God's green earth. He'd go to the next one, possibly with a keg or two...

Armed with two cartons of beer among his other weapons, Gus dawned his coat and hat once again as he attempted to remember where the party was. He knew the suburb and that should be enough.

Normally Gus didn't go to too many parties because he hated everyone, but sometimes he felt the need to investigate and get pissed. On many occassions he had impressed some people with the amount of booze he could take, other times he had ended up stabbing a violent moron.

Getting inside the sleek black car he had 'aquired' last year, Gus hit the ignition and was off into the fading light.

Jerry looks at Misato dash off, even though the bell had rung for end of school. He noted that Misato was acting like she was eager to get away from him, and he knew why.

"Damned, Jerry, you've come on too hard on a girl again", thought Jerry, even though that was never his intention. "Next time, get a grip on yourself."

Briefly, he thought,"I hope Misato can help herself. She doesn't know the first thing about what Ruby High is really all about. I just hope she doesn't get into too tight a situation.......bah, i know she can take care of herself, why am i worrying?"

Then, "Isn't there a party somewhere?"

Jerry's not one for parties, as he tends to silence everyone with his entrance, no thanks to his legendary reputation. Still, there's free booze, and everyone tends to ignore him after a while, when they're convinced he's not going to do anyone harm. With that, Jerry leisurely slouched along to the party. Then,

"Bah, i forgot to ask her number. Ah well, the time was not right anyway." With that, he walked off.

Dek dozed off in his recliner after his second beer, the TV still set on the History channel...

Gus casually strode through the entrance to the massive house. Several people looked up upon his arrival, his attire immediately grabbing their attention. When some recognised who it was, they moved to block his path. Upon closer inspection they noticed the beer he was carrying and decided not to. Gus wasn't really hated anyway, hs just freaked some people out.

Moving into the kitchen, Gus placed the cartons on the bench and began emptying them into a large ice filled sink. Once this was complete he grabbed a cold one from the fridge and moved into the backyard where the main body of the party was.

Of course they were playing the latest pop/rock crap, but Gus figured he could endure some of the mindless drible as he would soon be too intoxicated to care.

{Misato's phone goes off as she runs out of the school building, seeing that school had actually ended}

Misato: What is it, Colonel?

{Colonel Cambell was on the phone}

Campbell: Misato...We need you back at -Noir- at once...A plane is already waiting for you on the tarmac at Assington International...

Misato: Don't tell me...Code 18?

Campbell: Actually it's a Code 14 but it doesn't matter...You are needed here at once...You will be briefed on the plane...That is all...

Misato: Affirmative, sir...

{Misato runs over to the car, that was waiting for her, in the driveway}

OOC: Could we all gather over to the party unless you have other plans.

OOC: Assington, i think everyone else lost interest.....try calling them back.

OOC: Grrrr. I'm open for suggestions about what to do next, but Mikatopia and I agreed the party should be interesting.

OOC: wow guys im sorry i havent been on in awhile, real school has been sucking me away.


IC: Ahh, the party.

Mickey strutted up to the main party. Seeing Gus he motioned him over.

"Hey, Gus, good to see you. Now heres the deal. Our little group needs people like that," He pointed to a guy who had to be at least seven feet tall and built like a linebacker, " so stay moderatley sober. Remember, we rule the school."

Mickey walked off to get a beer.

Gus sighed. He was all for gaining control of the school, but he didn't like the recruiting of people. He wasn't quite the social guy, but he would make some sort of effort, perhaps.

For now he would drink and continue to observe who was at the party and may be a reasonable candidate.

Dek awoke a few minutes after he dozed off. Shrugging, he grabbed a few beers to throw into his saddlebags, then headed for his bike.

Dek drove to the party, roaring up on his loud-ass chopper. The two beers hadn't improved his driving ability any. With the Berretta stashed in the small of his back, in the waistband of his jeans, he opened the door, a pair of beers in each hand. The brews where imports, with a bit more kick than the domestic stuff...

Mickey grinned as he cracked his knuckles. This was going to be a test of all of his skills. Was he afraid, hell yes. Would he give up?

Hell no.

Mickey mentally shook himself and began to stretch a bit. Then the lights darkened.

It was time.

He got to the front of the room and...

"In the tooooown where I waaas booorn, liiived a maaaaan, who sailed the seaaa......."

Karakoke. The battle everyone lost.

OOC:That line is from Yellow Submarine, by the Beatles. Just a disclaimer

Gus looked up at Mickey and almost spat out his beer when he began to unleash a wail so terrible it hurt his brain. Stumbling to his feet, Gus moved towards his companion and took him by the arm.

"What the hell are you doing? You're more likely to get yourself stabbed doing this! If you want to get people to flock to our cause, you have to be a little less public about it."

Mickey grinned, he loved doing this. Every since he was little he would do the most outrageous just to see the reaction of people.

Patting Gus on the back he began to lead him back to the beer.

"Don't worry buddy, this is a party, enjoy yourself!"

With that he went over to talk to some cheerleaders....

Gus sat down and was quickly approached by two large football players. The larger one addressed him with a menacing tone.

"Hey freak! What the hell are you and your singing freak doing here!? This is a party for normal people, not freaks!"

Gus rose to his feet, now standing eye to eye with the jock. The glare from behind the massive hat was menacing enoug, but the jock kept his composure.

"You heard me. Get outa here!"

Gus remained silent as he kept the glare upon the first jock. His hand slowly reached inside his coat, grabbing the hilt of a dagger in case it was necessary.

Mickey noticed the disturbance and waltzed over to the football players with an innocent look on his face, a cheerleader on each arm.

"Something wrong, gentlemen?"

"Yeah, no freaks allowed!"

"Well, I hardly consider Angus here or myself as freaks. I feel that you may have confused us with a pair of ugly freaks. As you can see, I am not ugly, and I can't see a reason that I would qualify as a freak. So how 'bout we all just get lousy drunk and forget this argument ever happened?"

Mickey smiled as he held a beer can out to each jock. Then he looked to Gus, making sure he was ready in case diplomacy failed.

OOC: Hey guys, mind if a "the new guy" joins the RP? :D

Ethan Pratt was considered the black sheep of his family. For a blue-blooded offspring of the wealthy industrialist William Pratt, he spent little and in fact never enjoyed many of the luxuries he was provided. Ethan never called for the butler, never asked for a Beemer for his 16th birthday (though his father had given him one, anyway), and most importantly, never acted like the uppity snobs that the rest of his family members were. His older brother, Ryan, always joked that he had been adopted from the slums, and thus inherited the ways of his "old" family.


Thanks to the aforementioned traits, Ethan never belonged in St. Bartholemew's Prep School. Though he had always kept his grades up and avoided trouble with the other boys, not a day went by that he was not pestered by the others about his behavior. They teased him for the Spongebob tie that he always wore, the old Nikes, the cheap old Swatch the maid had given him...Almost anything that they considered a piece of clothing that the "peasants" wore was ridiculed. William and Maria Pratt knew this and for the first time in their lives, they actually did something for their son out of the goodness of their hearts. They sent him to Ruby High where they thought he would "fit in" with the other kids. But this was not after Ethan had already endured two years of their harsh jeers...


So on his junior year, young Ethan transferred to Ruby High where he kept a low profile and blended in with the crowd. To his parents' dismay, however, their son never socialized much with his schoolmates; according to his psychiatrist, his tendency to be cold and rather emotionless stemmed from the ill treatment he had gotten from St. Bart's. Encouraged by his parents that Ruby High was not the hell the prep school was, Ethan gave it a try and through the social channels received an invite to the party. He wasn't too excited about it, but decided to give it a try.


As his late-model 540i pulled into the driveway, he noticed a shadow cast upon the living room shade that appeared to be holding a microphone. Karaoke.


"In the tooooown where I waaas booorn, liiived a maaaaan, who sailed the seaaa......." sang the voice. Wasn't that a Beatles song? Ethan pressed a button on the remote, to which the car responded with a bird-like chirp. As he stepped into the main party area, he stumbled upon the seemingly impending fight between a jock and that...odd...fellow. Mickey and Angus...right? He had seen these guys in school but was never seen himself.


And for the first time during his tenure at Ruby High, he actually stood up for someone. "Yeah, come on. Enjoy the party and just leave him alone. He hasn't done anything to you guys," Ethan found himself piping up the rather cliche statement after Mickey had tried to diffuse the situation.


If they decided to fight, he'd figure his chances were pretty good. Ethan was just as, if not any taller, one of the jocks that had told off Angus. And he wasn't some wimp either--having no one to hang out with after school, he spent hours in the gym keeping himself as fit as a stallion.


Worse comes to worse, Mickey would likely side with Angus anyway...If not, at least it was one (and a half) on two.

Dek watched the ever-present ritual of jocks expressing their supposed dominence over other people, he'd been waiting for that.

After stashing his brews in the fridge, he popped one open & sat down on the sofa, ignoring most of the goings-on around him. He had his Berretta, should he need it, and there was always that MAC-10 out with his bike...

OOC: Mind if i throw in a little spoiler?

IC: There was a tense face-off. Mickey and Gus, against 2 jocks. No telling what would happen. All Jerry knew was he didn't want to see it bloom into something worse.

Yes, Jerry. He had slipped in without anyone noticing, and was relishing his beer, when the fool Mickey decided to bust his eardrums. Recovering from that sonic onslaught, Jerry had decided to go on enjoying his beer, when he saw that now, Mickey and Gus were in trouble. 2 jocks.

Oh well, better go do something, Jerry thought. Let's see whether these 2 gorillas have brains enough to know El Nino......

Before any of the 4 facing off knew it, Jerry was right between them, facing the jocks.

"Hey, push off, buster, if you don't want to get hurt." One of the jocks said to Jerry.

Ah, figures, he hasn't taken off his shades yet. He does so, and the 2 jocks blanch at the sight of his intense blue eyes.

"El Nino......", they stammer. Too slow.

With a movement so quick it seems a blur to anyone else, Jerry swept his fists forwards, and both impacted on each jocks' torso. He then unleashed a storm of fists, making the jocks puke blood, and with a finishing roundhouse kick, he sent them sprawling onto the floor. But he wasn't finished yet. No, El Nino would never let off opponents so easily, as is proven when he leapt......and landed, with foot stamping on each jock's groin area. 2 sissy-sounding screams were heard.

Turning around, he looked at Gus and Mickey.

"You 2 all right there?"

Dek watched the fight with mild annoyance...

'Showoff... A knuckle-shot to the throat followed with a stomp to the knee would work better... Less chance for counter-attack, too...'

The phase 'Flash is Trash' came to his mind, something his father had told when he had used a stylish move during sparring. Usually, Dekker Senior caught countered his son's attack, landing a very effective & painful strike that wasn't at all pretty, but hurt like hell, on an exposed area.

Pain was a powerful teacher, and its lessons where never forgotten easily...

"Aight, motherf**ker, let 'em up..."

Dek shouted as he heaved himself off of the couch with a sigh of annoyance.

Mickey looked at Jerry and gave his signature grin.

"Thanks, where'd you learn that stuff?"

El Nino, wasn't there someone in Il Duche's organization with that name? Jerry was good at what he did, he would be a great asset to Mickey's new gang.....

OOC: New guy time....

IC:

The party, for more reasons than one, sucked. Crappy music, crappy beer, ugly girls, and a few fights, less than three minutes in. Suck was the wrong word. It blew. And these were the thoughts of Andrew Lutz, who, durring the distraction, went to work on the near by stereo.

With several college age aquaintences up stairs exercising there 'Street Pharmacutical' degrees, and the fights, he had managed to remove the pop crap from the cd player, and insert one of many of his mix CDs. He felt at the pocket in his cargo pants, sighed happily that the two glow sticks were still there, along with the strings, and moved towards the kitchen as the Trance mix began to play. Then he waited fro somone to make some off comment about it, and to in some way work in his abilities with the music.

Seeing that the fight was over in a matter of seconds without having even laid a finger on either of the jocks, Ethan took this as his opportunity to exit the scene and relax for the rest of the night.


But try as he might, he just couldn't fit in. He was dressed radically different from the others in his Old Navy "preppy" outfit, which gave some of the others all the more reason to laugh at him. With nothing else to do, Ethan headed for the kitchen to get himself a beer.


Domestic...domestic...domestic...His eyes furrowed at the sight. This was one of those rare instances when he'd wish that one of his father’s many concierges would swoop down with a can of Sapporo straight from a Japanese fridge. Spotting a Heineken, he settled with that instead and turned to the only person in the kitchen. “Some night huh?” Ethan nodded at the bodies sprawled across the living room floor.

"Yeah, pretty mad," Lutz said to Ethan, plopping down in a chair next to him. He kicked his chair over to the fridge, reached into the back, and pulled out a Corona. He then removed an altoid box from a pocket in his pants, and popped one of the mints into his mouth. "Want one?"

"Eh, no thanks." Ethan waved his hand low in disapproval. "So I guess you're new around here too, huh? I know...well...know of pretty much everyone in school, but I've never seen you around."


Yeah. He found it unfortunate that though he probably knew the name of every kid he passed in the hall at Ruby High, they didn't know him. At least some of the girls found his mysterious origins worthwhile to whisper and gossip about. What was the latest one flying around? Wasn't he supposed to be the son of a military contractor doing some top secret work for the Navy? Or was that last week's rumor? It didn't matter. What was important to him was that someone was interested to know about him. Might as well strike up a conversation with this guy.


"So what's the latest rumor flying around about me?"

Mickey looked at Jerry and gave his signature grin.

"Thanks, where'd you learn that stuff?"

El Nino, wasn't there someone in Il Duche's organization with that name? Jerry was good at what he did, he would be a great asset to Mickey's new gang.....

"Oh, from thereabouts. Let's just say i had a little help from your family." Jerry said with a grin. In his mind though, he was thinking about something else.

"All right now Jerry, you helped a Ciceroni out of his mess, well and fair enough, but don't get mixed up with them again." thought Jerry. So it wasn't that much of a surprise that even though he was behaving as friendly as usual, with Mickey he seemed a little guarded.

Mickey could see he made even Jerry uncomfortable. That was good, he found pleasure in making people fear him. But he still wanted Jerry's trust, so he smiled a disarming smile then walked away, beer in hand, with the two cheerleaders still clinging to his arms.

Mickey heard the music change. Finally, thank God. He motioned to the cheerleaders to follow him, and he moved toward the speakers. He smiled at the two girls as all three began to dance, rather...provacitivley...

OOC:What sports can be played at RH? I was thinking of getting Mickey involved in a few. Is there football (American)?

"I usually stay away from school stuff. I go to class, and thats it. Most of my buds are outa highschool. And I think I heard someone say your gay." He stood up, and walked towards the living room. He looked at Mickey and shrugged.

"Air f*cking isn't dancing. Anyone can do that." With that, he moved out towards the center of the dance floor, and looked around. Noting he had plenty of room, he removed the two glow sticks from his pockets, and wrapped the strings around his hands. He grabbed the green sticks, and started off simple. Soon, he was moving along in her perfect beat with the Trance. The glowsticks slid through the air, and moved with a near sensual effect as they moved around his body.

Mickey could see he made even Jerry uncomfortable. That was good, he found pleasure in making people fear him. But he still wanted Jerry's trust, so he smiled a disarming smile then walked away, beer in hand, with the two cheerleaders still clinging to his arms.

Mickey heard the music change. Finally, thank God. He motioned to the cheerleaders to follow him, and he moved toward the speakers. He smiled at the two girls as all three began to dance, rather...provacitivley...

OOC:What sports can be played at RH? I was thinking of getting Mickey involved in a few. Is there football (American)?

OOC: Mikatopia, Jerry is not afraid of Mickey per se, but he just doesn't want to get involved in Ciceroni stuff again, that's why he is guarded.

OOC: Sports at RH.

Football (American)
Rugby Union
Soccer
The usuals like athletics, swimming...
Rowing

Pretty much anything......
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Gus turned his glare to the guy that had intervened. He was about to say something when Mickey took him away, diffusing the situation. Relaxing the grip upon his dagger hilt, Gus noticed he had dropped his beer in the commotion.

Moving into the kitchen, Gus noticed two guys talking. He eyed them suspisciously as he delved into the fridge and pulled out a Corona, taking a long sip that almost half drained the bottle.

Ethan shook his head and smiled, not irked by the rumor but instead finding it hilarious. Well, at least it would probably give him the opportunity to get close with a girl, seeing as how they would let their guard down if they believed he was homosexual. He nodded to Lutz as the other complained about the show the jock and cheerleaders were putting on, then proceeded to start his own rave.


"Bra-fuckin'-vo," he heard himself muttering. Nothing really impressed him; he really didn't like to dance, let alone watch others do it. Probably one of the few things he retained as a blue-blood.


When he saw that guy named Angus staring at him, he began to worry that perhaps a few...individuals...took the rumors to be accurate. Ethan quickly realized that this was more of a suspicious stare than anything else.


He tried to pose his question in the nicest and most sincere voice possible..."Anything wrong, Angus? That is your name, right? You've been staring at me like I'm some NARC or something for the past five minutes..."

Gus turned his glare to the guy that had intervened. He was about to say something when Mickey took him away, diffusing the situation. Relaxing the grip upon his dagger hilt, Gus noticed he had dropped his beer in the commotion.

Moving into the kitchen, Gus noticed two guys talking. He eyed them suspisciously as he delved into the fridge and pulled out a Corona, taking a long sip that almost half drained the bottle.

Jerry returned the stare at Gus, even though he knew Gus couldn't see his own eyes, as he was still wearing shades. Just as well. His intense blue eyes could scare almost anyone, and he felt pretty sure that even a toughie like Gus would blanch at the sight of an angry El Nino

He watched as Gus stalked away.

"Ah, Gus, watch it, buddy. You don't wanna mess with El Nino, now don't you?" he thought to himself. He didn't want to mess with Gus himself, not because he was afraid of Gus hurting him, but because he was afraid he'll hurt Gus to bad for words. Relaxing, he sat back down in the chair at the corner, and got himself another beer.

He knew Mickey would approach him sooner or later, being a Ciceroni. He knew Ciceronis, they were all the same. Quietly, he counted down an estimated time as to when Mickey would approach him......."Then something will happen," he thought with a grin.

Dek wasn't real impressed with the party, for many reasons...

1. He couldn't dance... His form of dancing involved knocking someone out.
2. Cheap-ass beer. Dek compared it to screwing in a rowboat: F**kin' close to water.
3. No strippers. The majority of the people here where 18 & up. Strippers would be a must for this kind of gathering.

Dek sat back on the couch, threw back another beer, then dozed off...

Gus continued to stare at Ethan as he spoke.

"You are a new face to me. No more."

As he moved away, he noticed Jerry glaring at him. Gus continued out of the kitchen and away from the pair, not wanting to start anything. He wasn't intimidated by Jerry, yet who knew very well Jerry was not a man to pick a fight with unless one had very good reasons.

Gus, patted the bulk of several weapons inside his coat, his manner displaying his confidence in using them. Gus was not about to pick a fight with Jerry, but he would not be intimidated or threatened by anyone.

OOC: Assington, Jerry did not speak to Gus. He was just thinking to himself. Moreover, I have spoken with Mikatopia, and he has agreed to let Jerry have a history steeped in violence Gus would not match. Go ask him.

Mickey was sitting on the bed in one of the bedrooms of the house. Of course, he wasn't just sitting, in fact, he was doing much more than sitting, like making out with the cute blonde cheerleader he had convinced to come upstairs with him.

They were kissing with passion, intesity, with a pure sexual fire....

Suddenly Mickey spoke, "Hey, I wonder if you'd be interested in a job...."

OOC: FYI, the "job" is not a sexual refrence, just making sure i dont get yelled at...