episode 2: tag team duel, and the amazing hell in a cage

I. R. Shogun

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I. R. sat uncomfortably in his desk, his hands had been shaking uncontrollably all day. He always got like this on the day of a fight. Ancy was the word, he just couldn't hold still. However tonight wasn't like every other fight. This was hell in a cage, versus probably the toughest guy he'd ever had serious stakes against. He'd made sure to sit in the front corner today, that way no one would get in trouble for his inability to focus. They'd only been in school for two days, and already he hated this class, although he chalked that up to his upcoming bout.

Geography, gah, of every class he wondered what use he'd have for, this was the most common. Oh well, at least it was simple. While the teacher wrote on the board he turned to look at everyone in the class. Lots of faces of people he either didn't know or didn't know too well, but two stuck out. Jnanee struck him first. She was one of the most naturally talented summoners at the school, though she still wasn't quite Dragn's caliber. Still, for some reason she seemed to be the target of a lot of interest. He'd always been curious as to why, every school had summoners, and while she was a nice girl, no one ever gotten kidnapped by a rival team for personality. Next was, of all people, the only one to ever knock him out cold, Firiath.

It'd been a while since they'd talked but Shogun had had a bit of a thing for her since shortly after they met. He wasn't sure why, but he assumed it had something to do with that day. He'd been walking down the hall, daydreaming a bit, when suddenly something hit him in the side of the head, hard. When he came too there was a circle of people staring down at him. They'd been so shocked by what had happened they hadn't thought to do anything about it. He heard some people crying, he'd assumed people were thinking he was gonna go ballistic. Asking what happened he was abit thrown when he heard he'd been knocked out, and it hadn't even been in a match. No one knew just what had happened, or if they did the shock had made them forget. Ever since then he'd been oddly fascinated by the girl. He shook the memory off, he needed to get his head in the game and prepare mentally for the match.
 
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It was a couple of days since she had stopped taking the drug that made her life worth living at the same time it took away all the joy and only weakened her physically as well as mentally. She had no idea why she hadn't stopped earlier. But these were not the thoughts which passed through her minds while she lay on top of the sweat-drenched sheets in her bed, staring at the roof. If she would have turned her head to the left she would only have seen a single, ugly lamp standing at the floor and some clothes, to her right was only the dirty-white wall. By her feet however was her stereo, her sound-system which she loved above everything else material in the world since it delivered to her her religion; the religion of the Metal Gods. In stack next to the stereo was hundreds of cd's of various bands. Mainly there was metal in all kinds of forms, but there were also a bit of classical music and a bit of punk. On the same wall running to her right and the one parallel with the foot-end of her bed where covers of LP's with Metallica, Iron Maiden and some others. There was also three poster flags; Metallica, Dark Tranquillity and Blind Guardian. She was planning on getting more but when those thoughts had been in her mind the accident had occured and she had gotten hooked up on Greenity.

Greenity, what a lousy name, had not the biatch any imagination? Via didn't even sigh at this. She lay perfectly still in her bed, not even blinking. Last night had been hell, she hadn't gotten any sleep at all. As soon as she closed her eyes visions from her worst night mares and imaginations had played across her eyelids and she had been forced to open them again. It had driven her into this catatonic state of nothingness. For the first time since she moved into the flat she had no music on. Well, sure she didn't always play due to the neighbours complaints, but this time, it was herself who made the choice. But it was no choice. She wasn't even aware of it. As she felt now nothing seemed worth living for, but she didn't see the point in using her muscles and mind to go kill herself either, didn't see the point in death. She was totally uninterested in everything and nothing.

But then a noise interupted her, a loud noise beeping faster and faster, sounding like the vail of a banshee to her sensitive ears. Since everything else was so quiet, she could even hear the gust of wind moving the dust on her floor, or so she believed. Her head turned slowly to the left, with eyes that didn't really see and a mind that didn't really understand she looked at the blinking red numbers showing 6:30. She thought she heard a disruption in the pattern of the beeps and blinked. Quickly she stood up and looked down at the clock. The discordant tone was not heard again but nonetheless she lifted her foot and stomped down at the black little square. Silence.

With a long groan she let out all of the air from her lungs while moving her hands to clasp behind her neck and bending forward. Her legs were straight but she still almost reached the floor with the top of her head. Her agility hadn't lessened sinced she stopped taking Greenity, but her motivation had. Out of habit she performed one pattern of moments after another, her body flowing through the positions. Her tired muscles were stretched out and softened. In the tenth pose she stopped with her knee up infront of her chest and her arm crossed before her face, her fingers spread. Why did she stop? A green light had distracted her. She moved her head slightly downwards to look at the device. She slid out of the position and crouched before the thing at the floor. She pushed a button with a green dot on it, shaped like the head of an arrow and the sound of a violin slowly filled the room. Via blinked a few times and sat down at the edge of the bed, staring at the speakers who emitted the noise.

She sat crouched on her bed for a while, with her ear close to the source of the melody. Her bed stood at the floor, it had no legs and her feet rested upon the cold floor. She stroked a strand of hair out of her face and set it behind her ear. As the sound grew louder and louder, reality, or some delusion of it, came back to Via. She stood up, turned up the volume to max and slid through the last six of the poses she went through every morning at 6:30. The music died as she slowly sat her left foot down infront of the other. She took a refreshing breath and walked out in the bathroom.

Via got out of the shower and got dressed, still she hadn't opened her mouth since she said farewell to her friends at the end of the last class yesterday at school and walked away. She hadn't listened to her mp3 while walking home, hadn't eaten eventhough she stood in the kitchen for two hours. Everything had been like as if she did not existed, she hadn't allowed herself to exist, not even to think. Now for the first time in 24 hours she sat by her kitchen-table, her feet under her thighs, her legs were crossed and she actually prepared to eat. It wasn't that she had feared becoming fat or anything, she had just not thought about eating. The first day in school, the first day without greenity, she had eaten loads of chocolate and drunk much orangejuice. Now, she ate homemade pankakes with icecream and rasberry-jam. She couldn't remember the last time when something had tasted this good and she thought to herself that she would keep on living only to get to eat this every single morning, every single day.

After finishing her meal she dished the plate, the fork and the knife carefully. She then took of her softy-clothes and put on her schooluniform. She hated it but since every else also wore it she could stand it. She unwrapped the towel that was around her wet hair and braided the long black strands into a tight braid leaping to her shins from the upper back of her head. Witha practiced hand she donned her usual black make-up, with green eye-shadow today, and then she was ready to go to school. But first she opened her mouth and let the lyrics of The Cure by Metallica slip out over her black lips. It strengthened her and in her mind she went through some of her movements for the upcoming fight as she walked the lonely road to school.

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Furrowing her eyebrows witha confused smile on her lips she stared at the letters in her book. No matter how hard she concentrated they just wouldn't make sense. Proffesor Queer, the teacher in psychology and philosophy, had allready told her several times to start concentrate and get her work done. She just tapped her pen agains her lip and tried to think, but her mind kept drifting of to a psychedelic picture of a sea of greenity and purple trees and pink squirrels...it was completely retarded and she grunted angrilly when it popped up for, what seemed like, the millionth time today.

She accidently ripped a page of the book when flipping through the pages. "Oops.." Proffesor Queer's eyes shot bolts of lightening due to his anger. "What, it's my book, I've payed for it!" "That may be, young Amarth, but I do not look mildly upon when someone destroys a piece of art out of clumpsiness. Meet me at my office by 5 o'clock tommorrow," he paused to look down at her through his round glasses, "AM." Via knew better than to follow her instinct and grunt again or even sigh so she bit her lip and kept quiet as teh professor walked up to the front of the classroom. Via was seated far back, as always and to hide her disstress she glanced up from her book at the class. More specificly, at a certain red-head. ' Why?' was the only word on her mind, 'cept for the disturbing images. Why him? Why her? Why now? wtf-WHY-everything?! She didn't stop glansing at him though, not even when proffesor Queer cleared his troath, soon the proffessor understood she was kind of a hopeless case and left her alone.

(If it's not okay for you, D9, to be in the same class as me, just tell me and I'll edit it. And yeah sorry if it got a bit long...had inspiration so...yeah..)
 
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Waking up to the sound of Beethoven's Fifth, Rosgwak looked around the room. Once again, he had fallen asleep on the couch, reading, which would explain the open copy of 'The Inferno' lying on the floor. Sitting up and groggily removing the headphones, Rosgwak looked around. Sure, it had been a long night of cleaning, but this house was worth it. It was all he had left of his parents, and keeping it in as good condition as he could was of high importance. But rising to his feet and stretching, Rosgwak turned and walked off to the shower. It was fine now, and he'd just have to worry about the threat later, when he was fully awake.

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Hurrying into his English class, the second class of the day, Rosgwak took his usual seat near the back. It wasn't that he enjoyed the secrecy this provided him, rather his instinctual desire to put others before himself. Pulling out his copy of 'Edgar Allan Poe' he sat and anxiously waited for the lesson to begin. Looking around the class, he saw a few faces he recognised from around the school, fellow students, but he was distracted from looking further to see if Lilith shared this class with him by the sound of the teacher arriving and beginning the class.

A few minutes into the lesson, the room was in complete silence. The teacher, Mr Pearson, had just asked what the assembled students thought of 'The Raven' and no-one had yet volunteered an answer. After waiting for a few more seconds, Rosgwak raised his hand.
"Yes?" Pearson asked, turning his attention towards Rosgwak like a whip. "What do you think this great poem is about?"

"Well, on the surface I believe it is just classic Poe writing what he writes best." Rosgwak began. "But, looking deeper, I think it's just an example of man's extreme grief, and the psychological effects it can have when you lose someone very close. At the start of the poem we're told that he has lost his very dear wife, or lover, and he's thinking about this event in his life. The ravne, however, could be seen to represent his inner feelings....grief, guilt, loss, all these internal demons, negative aspects of his life, if you will, personified in a anamlistic form appropriate at that time. This also leads to the metaphor of his inner demons "knocking" at both his door and his window....repeated attempts for his darker side to get noticed before it finally takes form and confronts him, if you will. A man torn in two halves by the loss of his love. In this confrontation, he asks many questions that inwardly, subconsciously, all humans wish to know. Not directly, but indirectly, he asks about life after death, is there a Heaven, has his lover gone there? But to his dismay, the only reply he gets is the non-commital "Nevermore", showing that even though we can believe in something, inside, we have no idea what lies beyond our mortal realm. This almost indifference causes the man to rage against the raven, still representing his inner demons, but because of this attack, he becomes dead inside, an empty shell, which could be seen when he says "His soul from out that shadow shall be lifted nevermore", showing that because he loses the hope of seeing his love later, he loses all self."

Rosgwak looked around the class, at the students, and the stunned face of the teacher. Smiling sheepishly, Rosgwak lowered his head.
"It's a classic." he mumbled, by way of explanation, then withdrew into silence again, hoping to avoid prolonged attention.
 

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Dragn9 made his way through the hallways and headed for his locker. He fumbled with the lock for a while trying to remember the combination. It had been a while since he had used it and he had a lot on his mind especially after hearing about the new threat the day before. He had then seen Shogun and he had told D9 about the plans to form a weapons team. After that he went home to do some studying, he had been working on a certain summon, but was having trouble with it. Finally tugging the lock free he flung open the door. Inside were a few binders and some notes. He removed his sheath and sword and hung it on the hook (he never left home without it but he also couldn't take it into class). He then looked at his schedule....hmmm interesting he thought. Psych first thing, with Professor. Queer...room 109...his eyes immediately flew back to what he had just read...Professor Queer??? He thought he had read it wrong the first time. What a peculiar name.

Oh well he thought to himself. He picked up his binder and headed towards the class room. He was running a little late and as he places his hand atop the knob to open it he heard voices from within. Here goes another school year. I am probably going to get the worst desk. He enters and scans the room, of course the class was almost full...as he looks around for a seat his eyes fall on an attractive female sitting at the back of the class. He would have liked to sit next to her but all of the seats seemed to have been taken. He quickly hurried over to one of the seats at the front. He hated the front row, the teacher's test was way to close for comfort.

The professor then enters and begins to order us to read the text book assigned for the course. More then once the teacher had told Via who was sitting at the back to concentrate and get her work done. D9 smiled to himself while he read the text book.

The room was quite as everyone was reading but a tearing sound came from the back of the room. Professor Queer got up from his seat and walked to the back of the classroom. All eyes turned to face her.

"What, it's my book, I've payed for it!" Via explained. "That may be, young Amarth, but I do not look mildly upon when someone destroys a piece of art out of clumpsiness. Meet me at my office by 5 o'clock tommorrow," he paused to look down at her through his round glasses, "AM."

D9 just smiled...Via made no further response so the professor walked back to the front of the classroom. He glanced back at Via and noticed she was looking at him. He smiled then turned back to read the boring text. His mind however kept picturing the fiesty black velvet haired vixen. And he could sense that she was still staring at him. The teacher cleared his throat so D9 came back to reality and continued to read.

He was completely and utterly bored, he could not stand to read any more about some guy who trains a dog to salivate at the ring of a bell...not his idea of a good read. He sat restlessly clicking his pen and staring at the time.

He looked back quickly and noticed Via playing with her hair, she too looked bored. He quickly mumbled some words to himself. And waggled a finger towards Via, out of thin air a chocolate bar appeared and floated down to rest on her desk. On the chocolate bar was a note..."I had noticed at the cafeteria yesterday your fondness of chocolate and at the bottom it was signed Dragn" He smiled again then turned to face the teacher who had begun to lecture the class.
 
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Meteorain ignored the sounds of the blaring clock that seemed to scream in his ear. After a while though, he could not longer ignore he, and in a fit of rage flung his arm out, smashing the clock into several pieces. The breaking of the clock seemed to waken him more than the sirens of the clock itself. Crap! he unconciously directed one of his "learned" techniques and killed his clock for no apparent reason.

"Well...atleast I know I'm feeling better" he said to himself, as he groggily sat up in his bed. Yawning, he walked over to his little wardrobe as he liked to call it. His wardrobe was a series of exactly the same grey vest, and blue jeans, all bundled up in a heap on top of a table. Well...atleast their clean he said looking at the said bundle.

Pulling the vest over his head, he shuffled out the room, and into the kitchen. He nearly grabbed a knife from the counter and threw it at Luther who was sitting at the table eating some food. Whoa! that was close, he thought to himself. Forgot about him. Falling back into his groggy reverie, after that little outburst, he continued to shuffle to the kitchen's cupboard, and take out some cereal, and proceded to intitate in the ritual that was, making your breakfast cereal edible, i.e. the Milk and cereal in a bowl together.

Taking his own seat at the table, he glanced over at Luther. The guy was new, and had been looking for a place to stay. In an unchracteristic moment, he, Meteorain had offered tolet this poor soul stay with him. Well, so far, the guy seemed to keep to himself and was quite helpful. He even agreed to make the bloody breakfast on Sunday! Maybe he wouldn't bully this guy, he kinda like him.

It was the third day after he had been told to rest a lot, and hence would be his second day at school. He had all but recovered from the bruises that kept him sore, and did not allow him to sleep. Thank god I'm a genius and invented those pills, he thought to himself, smiling slightly at his self-proclamation to be a genius.

"Pass us a spoon" he told Luther, who sat by the drawer that held the cutlery. He then proceeded to pass a spoon to Meteorain. Grunting a thanks, he started to dig into to his bowl of...of...well he didn't know what the f**k it was, but it was good enough, and usually gave him some energy.

Finishing off his bowl of cereal, he left Luther sitting at the table sipping on some drink or the other and reading a newspaper. He then committed himself to his dail ritual, of jumping into the shower, singing rauciously to some music as it blared whilst he showered. Then after all minor details such as "looking like the total badass he was" was done using the mirror, he told Luther to get the f**k ready to go to school, which of course he already was; all dressed i the casual white shirt, and black trousers of his uniform. It was not much longer until he found himself at the school gates, dropping off Luther like a little brother, before he went to park his bike in the parking lot.

After a quick Tranformation technnique into his school uniform he went to his locker, and checked his time table. Maths. What the bloody f**k? First thing and he gets this? Making his way over to his maths class with Professor Van Reeth, he sat down on a side column in the middle row, next to a window.

"As you can see, the square root of 2 cannot be given as a full integer and hence if left as a Surd to make any calulations easier, aswell as more accurate" Professor Van Reeth was drawling out to the class, as his marker tapped rapidly across the white board.

What the f**k Meteorain thought to himself. When in his goddamn life wa he ever going to need to work out a goddamned Surd? He was about to voice his thoughts, until he decided against it. Hope the bloody bell rings soon, or I'm going to have to knock this damn teacher into the land of nod he thought grumpily.
 

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Lillith woke up with a gasp and looked around her room. The alarm clock was screaming in her ear and her hair was a tangled mess. Along with the mess of brown locks on top of her head, she was also on the floor, since her startled waking kicked her off the bed. Sheet slipped dwon to tangle in her legs. Looking around the room, she rubbed her eyes furiously and jumped up. grabbing the screaming alarm clock from the table, she checked the time and cursed. She was late! All the good luck in the world vanished without a trace. hurrying with all the speed she hd, she stripped down to her nakedness and jumped in the shower. Yelping at the cold water, she violently scrubbed herself clean and hopped out. Throwing on her uniform a bit lopsided, she grabbed her bag and slipped on her shoes. sHe was out of here.

Last night was cool. sHe finally found out the name of Prince Charming. It was Rosgwak. she was going to clal him Ros. It seemed like everyone else did. THey had talked a bit on the way home, but that bit was uaually just teasing him. Boy, she thought, there all the same. sHe thought back to IR. Well, most of them are anyways. IR was diffrent. You didnt get equeelings over girls out of him. SHaking her head, she continued. Well, Ros, he was so formal, it was almost funny. Yet, in a cute way. Like she said, guys wernt so formal around girls like her...or perhaps any girl. Grinning, she figured she had a new guy friend (god knows shes had many guy friends).

No body was on the streets, walking to school. Duh! School had already started. Groaning, she raced down the street to get to the school. Stumbling a bit, she ran through the entrance gate to an empty grounds. Well of course, there was people on them, just on the track or the loner-losers that just dont go to school, loundging around. She wished she could be one of them, but she couldnt. the only way she could keep her closet and her karate is that she go to school. Lillith didnt need to get good grades though, so she punished her fathers reputaion by getting bad ones.

And Speaking of her father, he was a richman. Yet, by the look of Lillith, you couldnt tell it. Thats because she lived alone, in an apartment near the school for the last two years. Her dad had kicked her out of the house (more like a mansion) and said that she was no longer his. Yet, pft...that was to good to be true. he still controlled her life, with his money, she could do anything. Her dad payed for her apartment, and her dad payed for her schooling, which also ment her Karate fights and such. sighing, she rubbed her eyes and made her way into the shcool.

Running to her locker throughj the empty halls and echoing class rooms, some of the students laughed as they watched her run passed thier open doorway. sHe just grinned and winked at them and moved one. Comming to her locker after bends and corners of hallway, she went so fast in trying to do her combination that she had to do it over about 5 times until she got it right. Cursing all the while, she slammed the locker open, grabbed her books and slammed it shut. Her fist period was with Via, in Professor Queer's room. Wont he like it when she shows up late. sHe was delighted. A treat for Professor Queer. how thoughtful of her. Rolling her eyes to herself, Lillith raced down the hallway towards room 109.

As soon as she got thier, the whole class burst out laughing at her lateness. Blinking and than grinning miscieiously, she held up a finger and walkedx all innocent up to Professor Queer. " Hello, Professor, I'm so so so sorry I'm late. My alram clock got drunk last night and had a bit of a spill this morning. " She grinned at the few chuckles , but bit her lip as Professor Queer glared at her and waved her off to join the class, marking her tardy in the computer. " ahh well.." Grinning over to Via, she took her seat beside her and noticed her ripped book. " Nice" SHe whsipered and took hers out, all clean . she sighed and buckled in for class, her heart still racing.
 

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Luther rubbed the sleep from his eyes as he made his way up to the front entrance. He had to place to stay, which was cool, and a roomate. Luther just had to remind himself to get the heck out of the way when Met was mad, and to not be late. Luther opened his locker on the third try and realized his first class was phycology. Great.

Luther walked in, and found the last seat next to a giant of a kid. He eyed everyone in the room. He was suprised at the way they all seemed to be masking their emotions, other would mistake it for boredom. Luther watched as a student near the front sent a cany bar to the back, as another student turned a paper football into a flying torpedo of death. Proffesor Queer was still talking about somone named Franzeuf, so Luther decided to let the time go by and mess with his palm pilot.
 

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Vi was bored as hell and she could not concentrate at all. She was surprised and positively so to see a chocolatebar forming out of thin air and float down to land at her desk. She smiled when she read the note but did not look up at Dragn.

Soon Lillith entered class. She was late everybody laughed it seemed. However Via did not. She just folded her arms across her chest with a wicked half-grin and waited for her friend to sit down with her. "Nice" Lillith said and looked at her torn book. "You're alarmclock got drunk?" Via whispered back and chukled silently. She shook her head and was going to say something more when the evil professor said, not looking at her but still..she knew it was meant for her "No talking in class."

"Fine." Via muttered and glared at the teacher, taking up her pen instead and started to write a message for her friend. "Miss Amarth, keep on reading." Queer said in a harsh tone. "I'm only taking notes, jesus f*cking christ! What, you didn't get any yesterday?" The Proffesor turned red of anger and pointed at the door. "Enough!"

"Fine! Who want's to read this shit anyways!?" She stood up, threw her books into her back along with the chocolate and made her way out of the classroom after kissing Lillith at her cheek. Purposly she took a detour so she could pass Dragn9's bench. Acting to stumble she dropped him a note saying "Thanks :)" and for a very short while ther eyes met and her anger was gone. But she forced herself to leave, muttering "Next time I see a dog I'll kill it and write a long essay on how that was caused by my mental instability, or the dog's, to hand to my favorite psychology teacher. I may even write it on verse." She slammed the door shut behind her.

Sighing she slid down on a bench in the corridor. Her hands started shaking again. "F*uck" she whispered then made herself try and calm down, eating some of the chocolate with a small smile upon her lips. Despite the rules of school she took out a lemongrass-cigg, lit it and started smoking. Too bad there was no nikotine in it, the abstinense for the drug grew stronger and stronger but at least she had found something worth living for. She smiled again and fingered at the note in her pocket, waiting for someone to walk by or class to get dismissed.
 

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Meteorain was getting increasingly irritated at his maths teacher. Not only had the guy finished the topic about the most pointless topic of Surds, he had now moved onto another one, that was not only boring, also fairly complex to those who didn't really listen; Standard Deviation.

After a while, the teacher, had finished with his examples and explanations, he had set the class some work from the textbooks. With the text book opened in front of him, Meteorain found himself assualted by multiple groups of numbners, including that accursed Sigma sign. OK so the Sigma sign wasn't really that hard to understand, but it made the thing look all the more complex, which put him off.

"Find the sum of this, when erm...when n is 3, and I equals 1....ok...let's see....." he said softly to himself as he read the question. At any other time, he probably would have been able to do this question, but right now, he was quite irritated, and kids were making lots of noise, and fooling about, because the teacher had gone out for a bit.

He frowned frustratedly at the question in front of him, unable to concentrate enough to answer it. Then something stuck him on the side of the reda quite sharply. The room suddenly went deafeningly quiet. He looked down to see a rubber on the floor, and then followed its trail to where it had been thrown from. He then saw a kid, looking at the rubber in horror.

He stood up slowly, scraping the chair as it got pushed backwards as he stood. Slowly, walking from his seating position, he grabbed the kid by the collar, and began to drag him out the classroom. The kid at this point proceeded to scream.

"NO! NO! I DIDN'T MEAN IT! PLEASE! PLEASE! DON'T HURT ME!!!! NOOOOOOOOOOOO" the kid wailed, as Meteorain dragged him through the corridors of the school, and up the stairs to the highest floor and out onto the terrace. All the while the kid screaming at him, and whimpering in fear. Kids had come out of their classrooms and teacher's aswell. Although the teacher's were much too stunned by what they saw to do anything. The kids had begun to whisper, and he overheard someone say he was going to throw the kid of the building. That had given him and idea, which led him to drag the kid out onto the terrace. All the time he kept a grim face, trying to conceal a small grin.

Once on the terrace, he still had hold of the kid, as he peered over the edge of the terrace. A semi circle of students has formed in numerous amounts to see what he was going to do. It seemed the rumour about him throwing the kid off has been accpeted by the kids.

Shouting out now to make sure the students heard him aswell, he addressed the kid.

"No one EVER throws a rubber at me and lives" he told the kid, as hepicked up the kid forcing him to stand.

"I'm going to tombstone you off the terrace now" he told the kid again. The look of pure terror in the kid's eye's nearly made him want to laugh out loud.

Gutting the kid, he then pushed the kid's head between his legs, grab his legs, and jumped of the building, intending to smash the kid face first into the ground below.

A horrifying scream was heard as they plummeted down towards the ground, with the kid's head heading directly for it.

Then they just stopped. The kid's head was a mere half a metre from the ground, as it looked like they just floated there. In truth, Meteorain had performed various one handed seals as he dragged the kid across the terrace and delivered his speech. The technique was a hard, but effective one that controlled the air around him. It wasn't very effective if the other user was moving too much, but it came in useful when someone was caught unaware, as was the occasion right now.

Throwing the kid onto the floor on his back, Meteorain bent down towards the kid.

"Don't f**k around when you're near me again. Learn that" he told the kid, and then headed back to class, to finish off that damn question.
 
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I. R. had eventually given up on trying to mentally prepair for the match and was trying to focus on the actual lesson. Yet despite his normal ability to focus on anything he wanted he just couldn't pay attention. He seemed to be hearing everything in the classroom at once, the teacher's voice, which spoke syllables he couldn't comprehend, the tearing of a piece of paper to make a note, pencils being dragged up and down on paper for notes, clicking of fingernails up and down on a desk, whispered conversations in the back, even the light breathing of someone who'd fallen asleep.

I. R. felt his breathing increase in depth and frequency, his hands began to shake more violently until he had to press them against his stomach with all his might to stop them. It was all becoming too much, he looked up to see the teacher staring at him expectantly, had he been asked a question? He couldn't think, he was starting to lose his cool, it was to much, suddenly it all stopped, all but one sound, "Mr. Shogun?" the teacher, "Are you feeling well? Would you like to see the nurse?" I. R. blinked, stunned, he felt his forehead, it was wet with sweat. "No need for the nurse, but could I go outside for a few minutes, to clear my head?" "Certainly."

I. R. held himself together long enough to get out of the class in dignified manner, but as soon as the door closed behind him he collapsed against the wall. His leg and ribs had healed back to fighting form, but his hand was still broken, that coupled with the apparent illness he was feeling ment bad news at the fight. As he sat pondering this two first years ran past him, "You mean he's really gonna do it?" "Yeah, the kid made Met mad, now he's gonna throw him off the roof!" I. R. groaned as he stood back up, that sounded like something he was going to have to stop. However arriving on the scene he saw he was too late, they'd already plunged off the terrace. I. R. dashed up and gasped, that was until, they stopped mid desent. Shogun didn't sit around and wait to see what he'd already realised. Met, in true flambouyant fashion, had tricked everyone, with one of the most dangerous stunts ever pulled at Sempai high. I. R. didn't bother to administer punishment for Met's wrecklessness, the faculty would do that, I. R. needed to get back to class.
 

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"You're alarmclock got drunk?"

Lillith was about to reply to her friends innocent question with a sarcastic one of hers, but was interupted by the look of the teacher. Lillith grinned and stuck her tongue out miscieviously at the teacher. He just rolled his eyes and turned to Via, becuase she wa scribbling so hard on the piece of paper on her desk. Probally to her. Lillith watched with a small smile, preparing for Via to, once again, get in trouble.

"Miss Amarth, keep on reading." He said harshly to her, as she looked up. Her friend frowned and replied "I'm only taking notes, jesus f*cking christ! What, you didn't get any yesterday?" The class burst out with laughter and Lillith grinned, chuckling a bit under her deask. Professor Queer turned red with rage and pointed to the door. "Enough!" As he turned to glare at the class, which instantly shut up. No one messed with Queer if they wernt as bold as some people. His face still red with his surpressed anger, he watched Via, saying back to him.

"Fine! Who want's to read this shit anyways!?" via stood up,in another of her fits, threw her books into her back and got up from her seat, making her way to the door. Stopping by Lillith's seat, she kissed her on the cheek. Lillith pretended to be all blushy and embarrassed, but she waggled her fingers to her friend, saying in her ear " See ya later, chicka, be there after class, you know dad" Lillith would join her firned, but....professor Queer knew her father and he could make her stop beings so close with Via..so her firend probally understood. Via stumbled around some guy's desk and she thought that she saw a note slip into the guys's hand. She just smiled and watched Via as she left, "Next time I see a dog I'll kill it and write a long essay on how that was caused by my mental instability, or the dog's, to hand to my favorite psychology teacher. I may even write it on verse." She laughed under her hand and praised her firned silently " Such a good idea, love" she whsipered under her breath. After the door was slammed shut, Professor Queer, his face tinted pink and maybe getting redder, turned to the bourd and wrote all these things up on the bourd.

Well, of course, Lilith didnt understand that much of it, but some of it. She had studied hard for this class, because she needed it to graduate and get rid of her father for once and all. SO she payed attention well, even if she didnt like any of it. The period passed by in a flash, and at the end, the bell rang.

She got up and swung her bag over her shoulder and headed to the door, but wa sstopped by a " Lillith" From the professor. Rolling her eyes a bit, she headed back and looked to him " Yes, Professor, sir..." She said just a bit too sarcastically, for the professor raised his eyebrow. She just grinned.

" When you find Ms. Amarth, tell her I want to see her as soon as possible" Lillith grinned wider and nodded, aggreeing to it. Via would get another lecture today, but of course Lillith had to be the one to tell her. Well...not right away anyways. Better not make Via's mood utrn sour today. Lillith headed out the door and into the hallway.
 

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Via sat a while alone in the corriidor. She heard some people screaming and also Met's name, but if Met was involved, then it couldn't be serious so she calmly stayed where she was seated. She didn't eat all the chocolate, this one was special and she wanted to save it. She felt better now and after loosening her hair from the plait so that it feel free down her shoulders she laid down on her back at the bench, listening to a song she had made herself. It was only the recorded sound of a beating heart, someone breathing every once in a while and a guitar playing slowly in sad, calming tones. Via closed her eyes and listened to the beating heart. She took a drag on the cigg and blew out the smoke slowly. She could feel the unpleasant tingle in her arms again, but at least they did not shake. She heard the silent click as the door to the classroom opened. Class was dissmissed, soon the calm would be disturbed. Maybe he would come to her, her heart skipped a beat at the thought but soon took up the pace that was in the song again. Slowly it beated. Most probably Lillith would come to her instead, pretty Lillith, her best friend. She would be glad to see her, too.
 

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Glaring disgustedly at the door, which seemed to be emitting some odd smells, Plish wondered why he was always stuck with this damned class. He never asked for the class, he had even tried specifically telling them not to give it to him, but they never listened.

Just as somebody ran by him through the door, the bell rang. Grumbling curses, he stepped into the room cautiously, hoping that the teacher would not see him. Unfortunately, she was paying attention and spotted him quickly, marking his first tardy of the year.

The class began with a stupid story of how a hippo got stranded from her mother and was taken in by by a giant sea turtle. WTF?! What does that have to do with cooking? And its not even a sea turtle, it doesn't have fins, he thought when she showed the class the pictures.

Being assigned a recipe to make cookies with peanut-butter and chocolate chips wit sprinkles Plish started to gather the ingrediants for the other classmates, when he heard ina firm voice, "Plish, I want you to cook this recipe today, with no help from your assigned group," from Miss Wood.

Grumbling, Plish went to work as the rest of his group sat around chatting, not even glaning at him. He soon had a bunch of ingrediants, not necessarily the right ones, in an electric mixing bowl and was about to turn it on to high when someone snickered behind him. Whipping around he found all of his group staring at him, obviously trying to keep thier amusements to themselves, narrowing his eyes he continued to stare at him, daring them to laugh. Not taking his eyes off them he turned the mixer on and was bombarded with bits of half formed cookie dough. Shouting he lept back, then hurriedly lept forward again to turn it off. Muttering curses he gathered the thrown ingrediants, from counters and floors and put them back into the mixing bowl, putting it on a slightly lower speed.

When the cookie dough was ready, he scooped them onto a cookie sheet and placed them into an oven of about 450 degrees farenheit. After about ten minutes, he opened the oven, to be covered n smoke. Coughing and sputtering, he quickly stepped backward, waving at the smoke to clear it. When he able to peer inside, Plish found half melted cookies, with giant cooked bubbles on the pan. With a pained expressin on his face he quickly took the pan out of th epven snd watched a the cooked buublesexploeded, expelling more liwid cookie into the garbage.

He turned around to find an angry Miss Wood and a detention slip set for next Friday in her hand.
 

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Luther raised his head from the desk and listened to some screaming. He shifted his eyes around the class and than got up as the bell rang. He walked on to his next class, mandarin. "Yeah, chinese." he thought to himself, "everybody wants a piece of china."

When he got there he inwardly groaned. Half the people there looked like they were put there by the admin just to clear some space, and the other half looked like they were extreme experts, way beyond Luther's level. The teacher was short, round, and Asian. He introduced himself first as Mr. Snyder, than said something in mandarin that made a couple of people laugh.

Luther smiled and taped his fingers on his desk. Eventually, the girl next to hime complained. "Hey, cut it out"
Luther raised one eyebrow. "I beleive the proper term is "please"
The girl simply raised one finger. Luther smiled and continued to tap. A boy on the other side of Luther reached over and smacked him up side the head. Luther, startled pressed his fingers into the desk, triggering a nerve and sending his nails all the way through the desk. Everybody just stared. He grinned sheepishly and retracted them. His new nickname was "Lady Long Nails." great, maybe he could impale the lot of them before word got out.

The rest of class was spent breaking the ice and learning various forms of hello, which wasn't so bad, and Mr. Snyder looked like he was nice enough. Luther glanced up at the clock, just one more period till lunch.
 
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