"Growth."

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We gotta be prepared in this day and age, we gotta
be prepared for whatever the fuck comes at us. (Word up)
Cause we are living revolutionarily. (Definitely)
You cannot second guess yourself in these days and times
there gonna throw whatever they can at you and you gotta
be prepared for it, you gotta be prepared for anything

"*Malcolm X* If liberty or dead,
there's freedom for everybody or freedom for nobody!" ::crowd cheers::

Seige was on the rooftop, cutting his Multiculturalism class. It was actually one of the most racist class he ever had, but that shouldn't be a surprise, considering what the class is actually. It was explained to him that it was to teach the students of all the people that make up America... somehow it didnt seem worth it. But, it inspired him to do what he's doing now. He was standing against the rails edging the rooftop, looking down on all the "little people" around, enjoying their frees and lunch periods. It was all peaceful, and this made him feel a little happier about transferring here to Hircine. Varron, according to his brother, was a very "different" place; it was violent, but it was also a beautiful institution. The views were amazing, there actually werent as many bad kids and one would think... it just took some getting used to, and, it actually taught kids how to grow up... being on their own with all these experiences. Meeting new people changed a lot of perspectives from everyone, no matter how weak or strong you were. And that, Seige has begun to accept.

However...

No matter what the fuck life throws at me
I continue to make it threw indefinitely
Immortal technique defeats the odds repetitively
Until there ain't shit ahead of me competitively
Surviving the tough times is imperative to me
Looking at the whole world revolutionarily

He wanted to be apart of the bigger picture. All his life he aimed to be the best, the ultimate, perfect. Even to the extent where he said that he can beat God. He was an athletic titan. He was never one to lose, and lost his cool everytime he has. It was never his fault- his teammates just couldn't keep up with him. Or so he thought. It took a shitkicking from his brother to realize what it was to be a real athlete. Despite all the recognition received through success, the magic of success in sports is the thrill of accomplishment, and self-satisfaction. There was one important thing Seige heard from his brother, and in qoutes, he said "'You know, say what you will about the ravages of sports in this corporate age where overpaid athletes expect prima donna treatment, but there's still something so unifying about sporting in its purest form -- when athletes rise above themselves and touch greatness, and in doing so remind us all that we all have greatness inside of us.' That's what I learned from my friend. And now you're learning it from me." He smiled, and turned up the volume of his Rio MP3 player, listening to a song called Revolutionary, by one of his favorite artists, Immortal Technique.

"There ain't no way to picture me without a victory speech/When I reach higher positions/Without the recognition of pissed on competition/Cause I conquered there ambitions/In a systematic form like a religionist tradition/My mission is to take you, lyrically break you/Lyrically assassinate you/Lyrically incinerate your body and recreate you/To destroy the power that mentally incarcerates you
Cause even though I rip it better I could not forsake you/Your my people with the same oppressors so how could I hate you/The revolution of the mind that bring lee generates you/But when you come original people impersonate you, start to hate you/Cause the conflict is building within the ultimate sin/Is to be ashamed of your skin..."[/size] He trailed off, nodding his head. Spring was in the air~!! And broke concentration after feeling that pleasant and welcoming breeze of the new season. Looking outside of the school, he turned to the horizon, trying to see the city streets and the like. "What would I do? No.. what should I do? This school is different than most others. A "pillar system?" Seriously? It's stupid. But, they demand so much attention.... what's going on? Some kids are actually normal and have fun, some are actually afraid of every little thing they might do to get in trouble. Fortunately... it doesn't affect the Soccer or Basketball teams... so that'd be that. But... should I try to stand out? Racing, parties, girls, grades.. power? No... in this school, power is the dominance of..." Squinting his eyes, he put his left leg a few feet back, placing his right leg somewhat in front, stretching his arms all the way. He bent his knees, and his eyes were facing the ground.

"Politics."

He was bored for now... and that's all he'd want to take care of for the moment.

[Kit Lee]

Kit was tired. Tired of school. In class, his teacher would preach what he believed, giving little room for students to interrupt and inject their opinions. Kit was one of those students who had another way of looking at things yet the teacher would downright deny him of his voice, deny his opinion as a valid one, and denounce him in class, telling Kit that he should learn more english before he voices his opinion. Though it was true that Kit was not the most well versed student in the class, in fact, the english he spoke was very choppy and broken, lacking grammar and proper pronounciations, it did not mean that Kit couldn't understand the points the teacher was trying to make nor did it mean Kit was stupid and should be ignored. Kit gave a sigh, grabbing his arm with all his might to release pressure. Perhaps he should practice breakdancing to relieve his anger.

Kit walked up the steps to the rooftop, an area of the school where fights were generally held so that pilliars and staff would not notice and interfere. Hoping nobody was duking it out on the cement ground today, Kit opened the door and walked on the roof, getting ready to run through his practice routine in a new environment. Before he began, he noticed a boy standing a few feet away from him. Looking as if he was deep in thought, Kit wasn't sure if he should interrupt him but he decided to anyway just to make sure.

"Hey, my name Kit. Sorry I interrupt you thinking, you mind if I practice? Or if want, can talk about what on your mind, I enjoy talk about philosophy," Kit offered as he took a few steps foward offering his hand for a handshake. "If you waiting for fight, I can leave." Kit did not want to be involved in a fight if this boy was waiting for one, as he did not have the authority to stop it and he did not wish to fight meaningless fights.

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OOC: I don't know what it is (lie, I actually do know =P), but you're one of the only roleplayers around that really impresses me. I'm glad you're on our board.

IC: Coming up from his stretch, he took a deep sigh, and kept looking down unto the students. Looking down at all them... it made him happy. All these kids... these kids that are his age... not all of them are delinquents... not all of them are criminals, or rejects of society. These believed in the progression of living, of relaxing without taking trouble to that extreme level. To see them smiling, laughing, falling into a fountain, yelling at a friend, even though that person was to be forgiven shortly- it was what he always approved of. It was what the ideal Highschool should be like. Hircine High. This was his school now, and he'd do anything he could to protect it from disturbances. Whether from pillars, Hircine students, or even Varron. He'd make them know that this school is now home to all, and they all have to follow the household rules.

Feeling and hearing the door open and close, he turned around very quickly to catch a glance. Just another student. In a school like this, nothing to worry about. Therefore, he resumed his observations and contemplations. What role would he choose to take in this institution? Would be end up being a "justified" hypocrite? No... that's not the way. But... he has someone like his brother to help him to find his resolve. That was the best he can do. Hearing the voice of what seemed to be a foreigner, he turned his head, and then turned his body, with his right hand still holding on the railing. Hearing him speak, Seige smiled- though not because of the English, but because what he said. He was a nice kid, and also respected the privacy of another. That, was something important in being a good, honest man. Extending his right hand, in respect to the foreigner, he began to speak. "Nah, hehe. Don't worry. I don't plan on fighting anyone in this school." Feeling contradicting, he tried to sort out his thoughts. He would inevitably fight someone here, he knew that, but, he doesn't choose too, and never considers it his only option. However, anyone outside of the Highschool student body, was perfectly fine by him.

"Practice?" He added, retrieving his hand. "Practice what actually?" He added, his tone hitting that curious tone, and his eyes squinting. His arms crossed in front of his chest, and he remained very interested in what the boy had to offer

[Kit Lee]

OOC: Really? What do I do that other RPers don't do lol Thanks though I hope I will be a fun addition to the boards.

Kit was glad the boy was not waiting for a fight. He was also glad that there was no intent of attacking Kit in the boy's voice and in what he said. Kit had fought many battles in the past, some resulting in a lot of bloodshed, some resulting in hospitalization, but never resulting in death or jail. Though his breakdancing crew members had been caught by the police before and had to stay in jail for a while, none have died, and cuts, bruises, and other physical damage all eventually healed. Kit was thankful for this. Thankful for the health of his crew members, thankful for his own safety, and despised these pointless brawls that one of his crew members or the rival crew would start up. His thoughts on fighting have not changed since he had arrived in America. If it was not necessary for the protection of himself, for a cause, or for another that mattered, Kit would not fight. Though it was hypocritical in a sense to counter fighting with fighting, Kit was not ready to believe that all humans were rational and would listen to words as opposed to force.

"Practice like breakdancing practice!" Kit said as he did a backflip and then followed with a fall that looked as if he was diving into the ground, only to stop his fall with his face an inch from the floor. He had done this with a stab into the ground with his right hand, elbow jabbed into his abs. The left hand kept his parallel hovering over the ground by being placed above his head. "This called freeze!" Kit said. He then pushed straight back up into a handstand and flipped back to a standing position on his legs. "So... if not here for fight, here for just think?" Kit asked.

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OOC: Extremely sorry for the late posting, my internet's been on the shitter recently. Oh, heh. You're new, and yet you're also really skilled. You also manage to stay in character- someone actually RPing as a character with limited grammar skills (especially foreign limitation) is amazing, and really impresses me.

Seige moved his left foot back instantly, moving away, shooting his fists in front of him immediately. He thought the confronting student was a hypocrite, and going to try and get a sucker-hit on him. Fortunately, he was wrong. After watching and listening to what he said, his mouth dropped and he began to laugh and smile. It was amazing. He was never one to do something like this, but he often tried to do this with his close friends during "reunion" parties.

"Um. Yeah, for the most part. Not specifically to think about things, but, just to relax in general you know? It's spring, and it's nice out. Besides, the school year's almost over. So, might as well as get everything out of the way now." Seige spoke carefully, not wanting say something else than what he had in mind, which unfortunately happens often. He turned his head around and saw where the railing was located, putting his left hand back on it, carefully taking a step back to lean on it.

[Kit Lee]

OOC: Haha I just think of how my friend talks (he speaks in broken english).

Kit noticed the reaction the boy made when he had done his backflip into his breakdance moves but disregarded it as he knew the boy was just being cautious. You could never be cautious enough in a school like this, and it was good to have a quick response. "Yes relax good. Enjoy life! Can live only so long."

Get everything out of the way. Put troubles aside and enjoy the day because tomorrow may never arrive. Though it was a pessimistic way of seeing things, it was often true that people did not bother to free themselves when the chance came about, thinking they would have tomorrow and then regret missing out or not even existing to regret. Kit looked at his new acquaintance. He seemed to be a nice guy and seemed to know when to just stop and smell the flowers. "Hey, umm if not busy, want go grab coffee or hang out after school? Want to know you better, seem like nice guy," Kit said. "Oh and do not even know name yet, may I ask what it is?"

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Seige gave a short chuckle, being somewhat glad and enjoying the socializing with another student. Even if it wasn't funny, he laughed anyways. It wasn't because of the students accent, no, it was because of him interacting with another. It's to make friends. But, besides that, the other boy was right. We're all supposed to enjoy life... but at times, it can be the hardest thing in the world. It's amazing really, our progression knows no bounds, and that, Seige was beginning to learn from Hircine. If we could only see us now... we'd would never realize how soon our last days as children were finally coming to a close.

"Hehe, thanks. Yeah, that's fine. If anything, just look for me in the courtyard after last period." He mentioned, reassuring him that he was interested in going somewhere. Getting ready to tell him his name, the one thought that crossed through his mind was what his older brother told him about the very first thing he learned when in Varron, from one of that school's hero-children. 'When you meet someone, introduce yourself before asking for another's name. It's only respectful you know? And besides, it makes you look sophisticated, you know, to compensate for what they'll think of you when they actually get to know who are you, haha.' "It's Seige Castillo." He mentioned. "Yours?"

OOC: Last name is like "Cah-stee-yo"

[Kit Lee]

OOC: Actually, Kit introduced his name already when he asked if he could practice (first response post) but I'll just have him pretend you didn't catch it.

IC: Castillo. Kit rolled the name around his mind, thinking about how the boy had pronounced it. Cah-stee-yo. Kit put that aside, as he knew he would most definately misprounced it and made sure to remember Seige's first name along with the boys face. "My name Kit. Nice meet you," Kit replied. "Ok, I look definately for you after class! Hope you have place to go in mind. I not much familiar with this area, or America." With that, Kit proceeded to pull of some breakdancing moves that he felt like practicing, though he knew he was quite comfortable in performing them. He generally did not practice difficult moves unless it was at night, when the weather was cooler, allowing for the heat of his body to be absorbed by a cool night chill. He hated prespiration, and difficult moves often made him sweat a little after several minutes of practice.

His routine consisted of some basic footwork first. Kit soon led the footwork straight to a backflip, which he would use to connect to his routine. He pulled off a Hollowback (A freeze that has one leg foward and one leg back with the knees bent in a 90 degree angle while in handstand position), then dropped to the floor and pulled off a windmill (A move that looks like your legs are the blades of a windmill and your body is the center that holds the windmill blades together. Momentum is gained through the swinging of legs and the movement of your body in the motion your legs are spinning. Video.) He stopped his windmill slowly spinning into a stop on his knee and his other leg bent in a position similiar to the cliche view of how men should present a ring to the woman they wished to ask the hand of marriage of. Kit then glanced at the watch and noted that he should probably head off to class soon.

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He stayed back, with his arms crossing his chest, bearing a small smile on his face. Seige looked on, impressed, and happy actually. Normally, if he saw someone he knew showing him something he learned, Seige would be next, showing his friend that he would surely know how to capture an eye as well. Unfortunately, he didn't know how to dance like this, and so he acknowledged the fact that someone actually is better than him at something. However, becoming increasingly impressed, this would most likely become his new hobby, probably to end up becoming one of his... other reasons to compete.

"How long have you been doing this?" He asked, this, "Kit" while he stood. Of course keeping track of the time, he made sure he wouldn't take too much of the foreign student's time. Unlike himself, he may actually have a next period, whereas Seige has several free periods, being a graduating student and all.

[Kit Lee]

"How long have you been doing this?" Seige asked with a small smile. Kit scratched his head as he pondered the answer to that question. It felt like he had been practicing breakdancing for all of eternity when in actuality, the maximum possible amount of years he could have been practicing was fourteen years assuming that he started at the age of four which he most certainly did not. "Uh, maybe ten years?" Kit replied. He really wasn't sure. The past had seemed like a blur as practice became a part of his everyday life and he had been so used to practicing that he did not keep track of the original starting date.

"Cannot really remember. Practice often and long time, so feel like I was born doing it." Kit literally did after all, rush to the park after school, as there would be nothing for him should he return home. His parents would work late, there were no entertainment devices at home, and the only thing that he could do some of was probably just his homework. Some of his homework because he would often need to go to the library for resources to assist him. His parents weren't readily available to help him, not to mention were not the most brightest parents ever in terms of school work, not that he was that much better than them. "You interested?" Kit asked. "If interested can teach you, but must practice much on basics because mastering basics is much importance for mastering cooler move."