Post by gary on May 22, 2007 14:19:09 GMT 1
ooc: Now, this is an open thread and anyone can join (I'm hoping for it 
), but I would be ever so grateful if the school captain or a pillar could find their way here ^_^
ic:
Plans and developments, they were relatively easy to devise if you know how to do it, it's doing the actually things necessary that puts people off. But, as with all things, this does not apply to everyone, and it does not apply to Gary. Typically because, once he gets set on doing something, he simply refuses to stop what he begins; it's as if what he decides to do instantly becomes Gods command, so to speak.
The latest decision by Gary has created a drive for him, giving him reason to strive for better, as a result he is beginning to focus on subjects in school that could aid his intentions, anything that could help with providing some form of information, or give him another way to keep things organised in a manner that would allow for him to keep track of what he is doing, has done or has to do.
As such, Gary was actually paying full attention to certain classes; one in particular was his current period. Information Technology; basically, he was dealing with a computer and had taken an interest in the various ways in which information can be stored, the variety of tables and processes that were available to him. He didn't actually need to know these things as of yet, but he liked to be prepared for what the future would hold, ready to have what was needed at a moments notice in clear, understandable forms. What he needed before anything could be implemented was information; which could be gathered din various ways.
First would come the questions. Questions subtly entered into conversation, information discreetly being gathered. Through this, Gary had discovered plenty things of relevance, things he liked, disliked and would definitely use to his advantage. The first of which, was about one particular pillar; Ein Gilsin. This person, this pillar, is said to have been transferred, but more importantly, he transferred from Varron. This is what Gary was dumbfounded by, he fund it to be astounding how a Varronite would make it into a position of any such authority.
Now, to confirm this, Gary wanted to meet him. See the German with his own eyes, speak with him; assess the threat. But to do that, the pillars attention had to be gained; a simple task that would garner little difficulty with the right tactics of manipulation. So, with via manipulating a fellow Hircinian, as callous as that is, Gary would get the attention he wanted. This attention, should the moments wanted give what the freshman hopes to garner, should provide him with the relevance he now seeks.
The result of the manipulation, would be the start of a fight. Then Gary would stir things further than necessary, more people would get involved, then if things went according to plan; the situation would not escalate to a riot, but would be enough to warrant an authoritive figures presence. Hopefully the presence of Ein Gilsin, although any pillar, or even the captain himself, would be enough.
The bell rang; lunchtime began.
"So you'll help? I'd appreciate it."
"Like you said, the Varron transfers are being used for some sort of plan."
The two having a conversation left the classroom in a hurry, the destination, the cafeteria.
"Anytime you want help in turning the Hircine student body against the Varronites just give me a call, Connors." Gary nodded in reply as they approached where the implemented plan would come into focus for all to see. For a few minutes the two Hircinians would sit at the end of a table, allowing for the cafeteria to gather its usual amount of people, ensuring a crowd, encouraging further interaction between them, the involved Varronite and the crowd.
As Gary sat and waited, watching as the fellow freshman went to do his part of 'helping'; he got into the line, waiting to get his lunch. Once he got through with his meal, he would conveniently bump into someone who had already been established as a Varronite.
At first, it seemed as if a fight would ensue. But alas, only a brutal stares. Then an approach, calm though it was, was accompanied by a voice that showed clear aggravation, "That was deliberate. You tryin' to make somethin' of nothin'?" The reply from the aggravator was as follows, "You want to back off, before I cave your face in?" That left little doubt that violence would follow. But people were annoyed with what was happening, nobody liked the tensions that arose between he opposing factions, much less the friction that was growing here. So people stepped in;
"Hey, guys, just leave it."
"Yeah? They've got issues; they might as well sort each other out!"
"Whatever people; how about everyone just backs off?"
"How about you back off yourself?"
So the tossing about of insults began, Varron and Hircine, peace and aggression opposing each other moments away from another catastrophic fight. That was, until Gary stepped in; he wanted violence exponential enough to be noticed, but not out of control. "Everyone shut your silly little mouths and listen." Not the best choice of words but it gave a result Gary somewhat wanted; shouts and two groups of opponents ready to pound each other, "This, was a misunderstanding, this shows why Hircine and Varron will never get along. But what will this violence prove? Nothing." He stopped, taking a look at those around him, they were muttering amongst themselves.
Then one person called out, "Wait a minute! You're that guy who made that speech when those two students got lynched!" Repeated shouts of agreement erupted form the crowd. Then someone stepped out of the surrounding group, toward Gary fast, only noticeable in his peripheral vision. Gary knew what came next, or at least, he guessed right. His reaction was to thrust his left fist into the oncoming person, who was the first person to move with immediate violent intent.
The fist was parried, but what came next eliminated Gary's need to retaliate any further; the other freshman that Gary had gotten to help tackled the attacker onto the floor. Thus it began, a fight, although it was hesitant and most people backed away. The several people that did battle it out in the cafeteria were making a noise noticeable to any passer-by in the hallways, and the shouts from onlookers added to the noise, carrying the obvious fact that there was a fight a bit further into the school.
Gary, meanwhile, slipped out of the fight, to lean against a wall next to the door. Now, he had to wait to see who turned up.
), but I would be ever so grateful if the school captain or a pillar could find their way here ^_^ic:
Plans and developments, they were relatively easy to devise if you know how to do it, it's doing the actually things necessary that puts people off. But, as with all things, this does not apply to everyone, and it does not apply to Gary. Typically because, once he gets set on doing something, he simply refuses to stop what he begins; it's as if what he decides to do instantly becomes Gods command, so to speak.
The latest decision by Gary has created a drive for him, giving him reason to strive for better, as a result he is beginning to focus on subjects in school that could aid his intentions, anything that could help with providing some form of information, or give him another way to keep things organised in a manner that would allow for him to keep track of what he is doing, has done or has to do.
As such, Gary was actually paying full attention to certain classes; one in particular was his current period. Information Technology; basically, he was dealing with a computer and had taken an interest in the various ways in which information can be stored, the variety of tables and processes that were available to him. He didn't actually need to know these things as of yet, but he liked to be prepared for what the future would hold, ready to have what was needed at a moments notice in clear, understandable forms. What he needed before anything could be implemented was information; which could be gathered din various ways.
First would come the questions. Questions subtly entered into conversation, information discreetly being gathered. Through this, Gary had discovered plenty things of relevance, things he liked, disliked and would definitely use to his advantage. The first of which, was about one particular pillar; Ein Gilsin. This person, this pillar, is said to have been transferred, but more importantly, he transferred from Varron. This is what Gary was dumbfounded by, he fund it to be astounding how a Varronite would make it into a position of any such authority.
Now, to confirm this, Gary wanted to meet him. See the German with his own eyes, speak with him; assess the threat. But to do that, the pillars attention had to be gained; a simple task that would garner little difficulty with the right tactics of manipulation. So, with via manipulating a fellow Hircinian, as callous as that is, Gary would get the attention he wanted. This attention, should the moments wanted give what the freshman hopes to garner, should provide him with the relevance he now seeks.
The result of the manipulation, would be the start of a fight. Then Gary would stir things further than necessary, more people would get involved, then if things went according to plan; the situation would not escalate to a riot, but would be enough to warrant an authoritive figures presence. Hopefully the presence of Ein Gilsin, although any pillar, or even the captain himself, would be enough.
The bell rang; lunchtime began.
"So you'll help? I'd appreciate it."
"Like you said, the Varron transfers are being used for some sort of plan."
The two having a conversation left the classroom in a hurry, the destination, the cafeteria.
"Anytime you want help in turning the Hircine student body against the Varronites just give me a call, Connors." Gary nodded in reply as they approached where the implemented plan would come into focus for all to see. For a few minutes the two Hircinians would sit at the end of a table, allowing for the cafeteria to gather its usual amount of people, ensuring a crowd, encouraging further interaction between them, the involved Varronite and the crowd.
As Gary sat and waited, watching as the fellow freshman went to do his part of 'helping'; he got into the line, waiting to get his lunch. Once he got through with his meal, he would conveniently bump into someone who had already been established as a Varronite.
At first, it seemed as if a fight would ensue. But alas, only a brutal stares. Then an approach, calm though it was, was accompanied by a voice that showed clear aggravation, "That was deliberate. You tryin' to make somethin' of nothin'?" The reply from the aggravator was as follows, "You want to back off, before I cave your face in?" That left little doubt that violence would follow. But people were annoyed with what was happening, nobody liked the tensions that arose between he opposing factions, much less the friction that was growing here. So people stepped in;
"Hey, guys, just leave it."
"Yeah? They've got issues; they might as well sort each other out!"
"Whatever people; how about everyone just backs off?"
"How about you back off yourself?"
So the tossing about of insults began, Varron and Hircine, peace and aggression opposing each other moments away from another catastrophic fight. That was, until Gary stepped in; he wanted violence exponential enough to be noticed, but not out of control. "Everyone shut your silly little mouths and listen." Not the best choice of words but it gave a result Gary somewhat wanted; shouts and two groups of opponents ready to pound each other, "This, was a misunderstanding, this shows why Hircine and Varron will never get along. But what will this violence prove? Nothing." He stopped, taking a look at those around him, they were muttering amongst themselves.
Then one person called out, "Wait a minute! You're that guy who made that speech when those two students got lynched!" Repeated shouts of agreement erupted form the crowd. Then someone stepped out of the surrounding group, toward Gary fast, only noticeable in his peripheral vision. Gary knew what came next, or at least, he guessed right. His reaction was to thrust his left fist into the oncoming person, who was the first person to move with immediate violent intent.
The fist was parried, but what came next eliminated Gary's need to retaliate any further; the other freshman that Gary had gotten to help tackled the attacker onto the floor. Thus it began, a fight, although it was hesitant and most people backed away. The several people that did battle it out in the cafeteria were making a noise noticeable to any passer-by in the hallways, and the shouts from onlookers added to the noise, carrying the obvious fact that there was a fight a bit further into the school.
Gary, meanwhile, slipped out of the fight, to lean against a wall next to the door. Now, he had to wait to see who turned up.