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Post by Seth Calloway on Dec 6, 2007 21:30:09 GMT 1
(Things might get a little hectic with so many people in one thread, so just note, there will be another thread taking place at the same time as this one a bit later on. Oh, and obviously, this thread and the other one are open to everyone.)
The massive ebb and flow of the gathered students was almost overwhelming, the fact that so many of them were gathered in one place making it difficult to even hear one's own thoughts over the many voices in the air. Word had come down that attendance was mandatory for this particular Pep Rally, in an effort to give the students some school spirit for the holidays.
Seth, of course, had no such school spirit, but looked forward to the event regardless.
The gang leader calmly made his way through the crowd, making his way to the chairs closest to the door. There, four Revelation members sat, saving the seats for himself as well as the other Horsemen, and once Seth approached, one of the two in the middle got up and moved, giving him his seat. The sophomore carelessly fell into the seat, crossing one leg over the other as he withdrew a cigarette and lit it, not particularly caring much about the no-smoking rule at the moment. If all things went as planned, the Watchers would have more important things to worry about in a matter of moments.
Blowing a small puff of smoke into the air, Seth waited patiently for the students to finish filing into the gymnasium, and for the cheerleading squad to start their performance. There was in particular he'd be paying attention to, one who would have more eyes on her than normal. After all, if everyone was to act on time, there would need to be a sign that everyone could see. Seth's normally half-closed eyes were wide open, the anticipation and excitement nearly impossible to keep contained, though only able to be seen through his eyes.
"Come on, kids. Show me some hell."
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Post by Aden Allett on Dec 6, 2007 22:10:32 GMT 1
The gym was packed with students ready to show some holiday spirit. All assemblies like this did was tire Aden out to the point where he would go home, but, after joining revelation, he was given a reason to be here. He stood in a large crowd of people, not moving, just staring at the stage until it was time. Aden covered a yawn and looked around, trying to spot other members of the gang. It wasn’t really difficult.
Not very excited for the holiday events planned, Aden began to feel dull and tired. Changing his mind on standing, he walked towards the end of the gym to find an empty seat. Walking past the door, while looking for a seat, Aden was able to catch a glimpse of Seth, not particularly sure if Seth also saw him. It didn’t matter; Aden found a seat a few rows ahead and sat down, turning his eyes to the stage. He had to stay alert today. While it was very exciting at the current time, it would be one of those days Aden simply adored soon enough.
It was loud; too loud for Aden. The shouting of countless students only annoyed him, making him wish they weren’t here. But he knew that wasn’t possible. His eyes wandered the gymnasium. The holidays were something most people enjoyed. Aden enjoyed the gifts. Who didn’t? He smirked as he stared at the ceiling. There were still students entering the gym, meaning the population of the room would be even larger than Aden had expected. He smirked, continuing to stare at the ceiling, waiting.
“Ehh…”
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Post by Kayar on Dec 6, 2007 23:34:42 GMT 1
Oh boy... this looks fun... The sarcasm was so thick you couldn't cut it with a nuke. Kayar had never been in a place with so much "spirit." The only "spirit" in the adoption clinic had been the one rumored by the kids to be in the attic, and in the correctional facility "spirit" meant "don't go anywhere near that freak, he must be gay."
Kayar didn't have anything against gay people, but this was the typical response from any of the inmates at any odd behavior shown by a fellow inmate. Who would shortly either have his happy smiling face beaten to a bloody pulp or would mysteriously "go missing."
Looking at all the screaming students, Kayar only felt a sense of security. With so many students, the fight would undoubtedly be massive. Certainly the more the merrier. That way things would get as hectic as they needed to be. And they needed to be hectic, for what was going to happen. Hell, they were already hectic, what with the idiot football player running back and forth below the bleachers blaring a horn at everyone he passed. And every time he passed the crowd would scream.
Those screams would soon take a new turn, Kayar knew, as the events of the day would begin. He was ready. In the fight, he'd be as far in the forefront of it as possible.
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Post by Gilsin on Dec 7, 2007 0:27:41 GMT 1
Ein had organized Genaht outside the Gymnasium. He was growing paranoid at points now, the loss of so many members in such a short time both disturbing and perhaps making the general populace think the gang weak. The tall Varronite knew otherwise, and knew that their acts of unity through thought could send a visual representation of force. Of power, all he needed was a little bit of fear in the general populace and Genaht would be known as more powerful, than discounted.
The Column of Genaht would enter the double doors, walking simply. It wasn't their full force, though it was certainly close to it, 55 Ein had counted. The mass of Genaht would take up their own section of the chairs and bleachers, Silently taking their seats. Only beginning to talk after they had been seated. The cruel intelligent eyes would flicker over the crowds as they sat.
It would be some time before he noted Seth himself, but his eyes were recognizing descriptions that Vince had gotten through this "Network" that he had joined into. Still, up until this point Ein had only identified completely a Aden Allett, and that was simply because he crossed the Gymnasium before taking a seat.
The pen and paper pad would be pulled out, scribing a note to Vince, who was sitting next to him. The smaller, Mouth of Genaht was speaking with one of the female Members of the gang, though about what Ein wasn't entirely caring for. He would merely pass the note that would read.
Perhaps they will do nothing. Their organization is lacking and I'm not counting an excessive amount of them yet. Then again, perhaps that means they'll do something outside of the Gym?
That was certainly a frightening thought, the Majority of Genaht would be inside for the rally. Unwilling to break rules when attending something of this sort was petty. Now Ein had wished he had told more to stay behind....
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Post by zeke on Dec 7, 2007 2:22:23 GMT 1
(I don't know if this is before or after My future rescue thread, so i won't bring it up with anyone.)
Zeke was in the gymnasium. All of Seth's plans had come together in this grand finale. But one thing was missing. One thing Zeke had to be absolutely sure of before helping this gang any further. What Seth's plan was for the aftermath. He saw him in the stadium and casually approached him, making sure not to attract attention.
"Hey Seth. I have something important to ask you." Zeke said. "I understand what the plan is, but what do you intend to do in the aftermath? Once we overthrow the Watchers, how will you avoid a mass-riot? I ask because I once inadvertently caused one when I accidently kicked the Captain of my old school out of a window. The resulting anarchy was horrible, and a few even died. I carry that blame my entire life. And that was a small school. Without a good plan for the aftermath, we could face something ten times worse with a school this size. I need to know what your plan is, just to be reassured that my actions will not result in the death of innocent people. Please understand, I simply need that reassurance to fight properly."
Zeke awaited Seth's reply. What Seth said was pivotal to Zeke's performance in this mission.
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Post by Aryn Valcoph on Dec 7, 2007 3:15:16 GMT 1
Pep rallies. Oh, fun and joy! The only things that made it go from boring and incredibly loud to unbearable were the students that whined and complained openly...that, and those students that looked deliriously overjoyed to be here. To those, a pair of bright yet deep green eyes were rolled. Aryn flicked her hair back in annoyance, shifting slightly as she waded through the mass of students, the case slung over her shoulder encasing her guitar, which was obvious by its shape. She - along with a select few others - were to be playing a rock tune for the rally...though whether they would be able to get to that point had yet to be seen.
She was headed towards the members of Revelation, and the kid who addressed Seth... Well, she took an instant disliking to him. He might as well have been on his knees, licking Seth's shoes and looking up at him in the classic 'begging' pose. A shiver of disgust rolled down her back even as laughter bubbled silently in her throat at the amusing sight.
Hands shoved in her jean pockets, Aryn strode up, coming up on the white-haired teen on a diagonal, easily out of his sight but well in Seth's. She had a pair of leather wrist bands on, hair let loose and swinging behind her. Black jeans with a white mix of interesting designs along the seams and her shirt was something interesting indeed: a black, tight top encased beneath a white, corsette like shirt, the criss-crossing ties displaying the black material beneath. Her makeup was subtly dark, yet not overpowering.
Stopping, she flicked out her foot at the back of the kid's legs, finally stepping into view afterwards. ''Believe me, kid... You're not only being a nuisance, anybody within the next few feet could hear you, and as far as I know, not all of them are Revelation members. Your way of 'persuading' Seth reflects - to put it mildly - badly upon yourself. Quit simpering and use common sense; ask, but be to the point. If he wants to know why, I'm sure he can ask you himself. Any more...and you'll have someone like me that would willingly kick you in the teeth if you utter another word. Besides, if you're so uncertain of his actions, I have to wonder why you're a member of said gang at all. I'd wager he's already got something planned.''
The annoyance in her tone was there, but somewhat hidden. That was as far as any 'hidden' annoyance went, though, as it was clearly seen in her posture and eyes. 'It's going to be a looong day.'
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Post by Conner on Dec 7, 2007 3:36:50 GMT 1
"I am so great! I am so great! Everybody loves me, cause I am so great!"
Conner was on his way up the stairs when he heard the first few words come out of Zeke's mouth. He began to shout in a song-like manner, being obnoxiously loud as usual. Any who were interested in the conversation suddenly shifted eyes towards the Horseman of War, who began to clap his hands as he continued to shout the song in the faces of those that sat in the aisles.
He continued this as he walked down the row, being so loud that Aryn's last few sentences would be struggled to be heard, even for Zeke and Seth who were mere inches away. He'd begin to push people out of his way, coming up to Zeke and shoving him along before he got to reply.
"C'mon, c'mon! Move it! Quit holding up the line."
There was no one behind Conner, but that didn't stop him from continuing to push Zeke down all the way, where he would sit down, expecting the smaller member to do the same. He looked at Zeke and grinned an excited grin, shaking his head with anticipation.
"I love school spirit! Yay Hircine Horsebacks!"
"Uh, we're the timberwolves, Conner." A member leaned forward, correcting Conner.
"I love the timberwolves!" Conner corrected, not skipping a beat as he turned his head to look back at Aryn, who he hadn't really noticed a moment ago. "Hey, she's hot."
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Post by zeke on Dec 7, 2007 3:55:34 GMT 1
Zeke was shocked at Aryn's remark.
"I joined this gang," he said to the girl, incredibly irritated, "Because I want to see the Watchers removed from this school. And this is because I don't like seeing innocent people getting hurt. But the last time I took down a tyrannical authority, it was by accident, and it still caused a full scale riot. And in that riot, 5 people died. One of them right in front of me. And that school barely had 150 kids. Now think of this school, which is several times larger, and has much more violent students. A riot here could result in even more deaths. Now think about this. Do you have anyone important to you in this school? Anyone you deeply care about? Anyone you wouldn't want to see die? Anyone who could possibly get caught up in a riot and killed? Think about it. And then hopefully you'll understand why I'm not overreacting by just checking to see he has a followup plan."
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Post by Aden Allett on Dec 7, 2007 4:03:00 GMT 1
Aden stood up, from his seat, heading for the bathroom nearby. As he finished his business and exited the men’s room, he happened to catch a glimpse of more revelation members arriving. The male talking to Seth was being idiotically loud in a room full of people who weren’t revelation members Aden began walking towards him, ready to tell him to be a little more inconspicuous only to be beaten to the punch by a female member of the gang.
Just as the girl scolded him, another voice was heard not so far in the distance; a blonde haired man with a grin on his face. A little too cheerful for Aden’s taste, but he held nothing against him. The man approached the group physically forcing the other man away from Seth, sending him to sit where he was. Aden wasn’t sure if the cheerfulness was an act or if he was genuinely like this all the time. It didn’t matter though.
Aden turned his attention to the girl. For someone who was scolding someone for making a scene, she had caught a few eyes herself, up until the other, blonde-haired man, had taken most of the attention away with his loud school spirit. He merely gave her a small smile and walked towards where the other blonde man had sat down. He obviously expected the other man to sit next to him and Aden couldn’t help, but smirk when he heard him being corrected for getting the team name wrong. Aden sat down in the seat one chair down, allowing the other man to sit where the blonde man had wanted him.
Aden turned his attention to the blonde man. He wasn’t sure who he was, but was positive he was a member of revelation. Unfortunately Aden didn’t know everyone in the gang yet. He had just joined giving him not the highest amount of experience, yet. Addressing the blonde man, he began to speak.
"Nice how you handle things," he said in a friendly, dry tone.
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Post by Seth Calloway on Dec 7, 2007 4:47:39 GMT 1
At first, Seth hadn't even looked away from the rallying students, his wide eyes never moving to see those talking to him or around him. Once the one particular member continued his apparent rant, however, Seth's attention suddenly snapped towards him.
"Zeke. Go find a seat. Just... trust me."
It would seem that Seth did not want to discuss whatever plans he had for after/during the riot, especially not before his plans had gotten underway. With the matter seemingly dealt with, Seth would look away from Zeke, catching sight of a girl he hadn't seen in quite a long time, and one he'd meant to speak to earlier.
"You'll have to excuse him, Aryn. It's been a very stressful time getting up until this point, and preperations have taken their toll on all of us."
With a quick jerk of his head, Seth motioned for the two remaining Revelation members who were saving seats for the Horsemen to depart, freeing the two seats to his right.
"You're welcome to sit down if you wish. I don't think August is coming to this particular rally, though he may be making an appearance later on."
It seemed there was a small amount of time to kill before everything was in place, and so, he'd need to make a measure of small talk, something that Seth wasn't quite used to having to do. However, just because it was something he didn't do often, didn't mean he wouldn't able to do it effectively.
"So, how's Will? I haven't seen him around the school, lately."
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Post by William Fletcher on Dec 7, 2007 5:45:47 GMT 1
Pep rally....A bountiful gathering of school spirit and other such 'festivities', where chipper girls in skirts far too short seemed to enjoy making fools of themselves in the name of a bunch of football players, most of which Will had sent to the hospital in some capacity or another in the last nine months.
'Joy...'
Now a little more adept with the crutches he was still reduced to using for the time being, he hopped his way through the teeming numbers and into the auditorium, intent on finding one individual he fully expected to show up. Of course, the trick would be to actually find Seth in this crowd, but bearing in mind a couple of his known accomplices in Revelation, that shouldn't be too difficult.
Skimming his eyes across the sea of heads, little reward was given to the tall Irishman, even with his mild height advantage, it was becoming rather tiresome to simply look, and with a deft spin on his heel, he flicked up a crutch into the chest of the nearest student. Not hard enough to harm him, only to stop him in his tracks.
"Seth Calloway. Ye seen him?"
"Uh...Yeah, he's over there with a few others, I think...?"
"Good."
Lowering the fiberglass strut, he brought it back under the crook of his arm and began to make his way over in the direction pointed for him, calmly slipping through as best he could all things considered, before a flash of blond hair came equipped with a voice so loud it could probably have been heard from the other side of the hall.
'That'll be Conner, then....Seth HAS to be here.'
Though he would miss the entire spectacle from before, he would arrive within proper earshot of Seth as his own presence was inquired to, rather conveniently, and raised up the leg of the crutch again to bat against the side of the younger boys leg as he took a long stride past and to the side. Smirking, he gave a short nod before addressing the leader of Revelation, "I've been jus' fine, a' things considered. Watchers had theirsel's a wee rundown oan me, but I'm still aboot."
Turning to face Aryn and look around in her direction, giving her a quick nod, he glanced back over his shoulder with a slight grin, "An' I cannae think how ye've no' seen me aboot, no' exactly quick oan ma feet as it is, any slower now an' I'll take root somewhere..."
With his attention still somewhat mixed between Aryn, Seth and the others who lingered around, he made his presence quite clear. He was here in a capacity, official or not, as a part of Revelation. Despite never outright making agreements with Seth, he'd toyed with where his allegiances had lay for quite some time, the two attacks from the Watchers on he and Aryn had simply served to sway his opinion fully to the current side.
"So, a' the shite aside, what's actually goin' oan here?"
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Post by Cale Rosiér on Dec 7, 2007 17:36:28 GMT 1
You don't have to be in on the plan as a Hircine High student to feel the static energy in the air and the calm just before a storm. All clad in the triumphant colors of navy and gold, the 14 varsity wrestlers of weight classes varying from 103 to 275 pounds wore hooded sweatshirts and wind pants as they prepared to do the usual circle of jogging in the center of the gym while the cheer, "Be...aggressive...be, be aggressive, whooo!" repeated into infinity. They were a sour bunch of men, socially estranged in many ways. Some of them sexual perverts, some of them violent and barbaric, all of them mean, starved, and some of the toughest kids in the school. They had a secret weapon: They kicked their own asses every damn day in practice. Sure, solo training is good and all, but it's rare that someone pushes themself to tears day in and day out until the muscles become brick and the mind becomes too calculating and sharp to be put to any task besides rapid-fire combat. Their eyes were sunken, their bodies were heavy with hunger and fatigue, and their school spirit was at an alltime low. Football was a sport for boy-divas, hogging attention and glory. Baseball and basketball are for people who avoid the only two real sports that exist among men: Running and fighting. The wrestlers, for the most part, despised crowds, team-spirit, and all such phony attempts at school unity. Their victory was in their heads. Their failures were theirs to suffer alone. The outside world had absolutely nothing to do with their pain, their glory, or anything that mattered.
Thus, these hardened young men, deemed by homophobes and jealous onlookers to be all sorts of derogatory things, all felt the same pang of something being amiss. There was a sort of electricity in the eyes of a select few, a sense of opportunistic tension that could be cut with a knife. And though the nervousness of a violent encounter to come often shakes even the mighty and brave, these kids had been through too much to bat an eyelash if the president is assassinated or the sun explodes.
Cale looked around, with more than self-preservation in mind.
"This could really be a thing. An actual thing."
What that meant to him, he wasn't sure...all he knew was that if he saw something beautiful and ripe to occur, he may just go out of his way to pluck that fruit himself. Whether a couple of buddies would back him up was just a detail: It would be his time either way.
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Post by Aryn Valcoph on Dec 7, 2007 18:43:36 GMT 1
Mindful of the suddenly - and very helpful - rowdy yelling of the tall, stocky student...to his comment, she could only smirk and toss a shameless wink his way. After, Aryn leaned closer to Zeke, her words a mere hiss to his response. That hiss was just loud enough to be heard, but still quiet enough that even the ignorant student would have to lean in.
''You don't get it, do you? It's his job to figure out the schematics of what would happen next, else he wouldn't be the leader of Revelation. Plans for complete and utter loss of the situation, plans for victory, and everything in between. Most kids here are tired of the Watchers, tired of the Principal's chains shackling them down, and those 'innocents' you speak of know full well to stay the hell out of the way. If things go down badly, they know what the people who have been caught by the Watchers look like afterwards; they sure as hell won't want anything like that. Sure, chances are there might be a few nitwits caught in the crossfire, but even they will end up coming to their senses. Most of the people I care about here can bloody well take care of themselves, anyway.''
Even in her whispered anger, there was some sensual lilt to her voice, but she pulled away, dismissing him with no more than a blink of those fathomless green eyes. It had seemed she had ignored Seth, but in moments, it would be easy to see she'd done no such thing; instead, she'd dealt with the annoyance first, pushing the kid and the emotion away with minimal effort.
''I'm sure it has been stressful on everyone, especially you, judging by the way you've lit up in the school...but it doesn't give anyone a right to unearth such plans before they're even put into motion, past occurances or not.'' With a rather careless shrug, Aryn shook her head, intending on putting the past situation out of mind.
To the offer of the seat, Aryn inclined her head slightly in a gesture of thanks even as Will hobbled over and began addressing Seth. The guitar case was hefted easily over her shoulder and held infront of her as she shifted to take the seat, smirking at Will's comments.
''Well, you'd make a pretty badass tree, what with those crutches and all. Surely you could easily provide distraction enough as you are.'' Shifting the guitar to lean against her shoulders, there was the small lump beneath that was resting against her shoulder, suggesting that even though there was a guitar inside...there was something else as well. Something...useful. It was nice to know it wasn't visible regardless of the position of the bag. Still, it was there, a reminder of what was to come. She, like Will, listened intently for whatever was to be divulged.
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Post by Director Troutman on Dec 7, 2007 19:47:33 GMT 1
"Names."
"So far, the only prominent faces are a large number of Revelation members, including Seth Calloway and Conner McGrath. As of yet we haven't been able to locate August Velway or Mae-Lim Yong."
"Keep looking. I'm expecting that little gaggle of misfits to make a big appearance at this, but be discreet about it. What about Darren and Tiao?"
"Again, no sign of them. They're doing suspiciously well to keep themselves off the radar, sir."
"No, they're doing exactly the opposite. They're hiding whatever they have in store, and with everything that's scheduled for today, I'm certain that they'd expect a lull in security throughout the main part of the school with most of your troops watching the auditorium."
"A poor judgement, but do you really believe it'll be necessary for the number you brought in to remain throughout the assembly? I mean, there's already enough to--"
"Trust me, you and your men do your job, and I'll worry about the thinking."
"...Sir."
As the Watcher turned and left, Liam leaned forward slightly onto his desk and glanced at his watch with a small smirk emerging on his face. The day would certainly bring some amusement with it, no doubt about that, and he looked forward to picking off Revelation when they were most visible. There would be no more running around in circles and dodging the bullet, one way or another, he would get his hands on the offenders he required.
However, he was becoming slightly pressed for time, and with his own scheduled plans made a short time away, he pushed himself up from the chair and began the short walk to the auditorium. The halls were quiet and practically empty, with only patrolling Watchers to grace his eyes at frequent intervals, and it was....pleasant. Pleasant to let his thoughts gather into a set order and pattern, to dwell on the after-effects of this 'special' assembly. Of course, he would not enter through the main entrances, and slipping through a maintenance closet door, he unlocked a molded panel door at the back and stepped through, an old and disused stage entrance from years gone past, he'd remembered it from his own days at this school before various redesigns to the facility had been made, and upon return had noted its use as a discreet entrance and exit from the auditorium with the current design...
Upon setting foot onto the backstage, he was immediately greeted by a small group of Watchers, all of which turned and nodded to their employer and nothing more until one approached and spoke quietly, barely loud enough to speak over the rabble of students on the other side of the large curtains.
"No sign of Velway or the girl as of yet, though William Fletcher and Aryn Valcoph have both arrived and are now mingling with Revelation's higher ups. Also, we have reports that around fifty of Genaht have shown up, including Ein Gilsin."
"Alright, that'll be all. Let's go."
Sweeping the curtain to one side as he stepped onto the main stage, followed immediately by the Watchers who took positions around the edge of the stage, though oddly left a clear path to him directly, he stopped at the podium and began to speak, the familiar sneer present on his face.
"Good morning, students. As I'm sure you're all aware, today is a special pep rally for the Christmas season. The cheerleading squad will be giving a performance among other displays, and hopefully it will be an enjoyable start to the day for you all."
The smirk faded, and he continued...
"However, in light of recent ill-feeling among the students, and bearing in mind the incident brought about by Stern Mason, I would like to remind you all that any such actions will be met harshly and without exception."
As the words left his lips, from both entrances to the auditorium, filed in a massive number of Watchers that lined the entire room, arms folded and standing with their eyes on the sea of students. However, no advance was made, and they simply stood at the ready, prepared to react if necessary. The numbers totalled around a hundred, a hundred and twenty, not terribly good odds if you went by the body count, but considering the number of students who could fight at a suitable level, the odds became much more favourable....
"I would also note, students, that these are not the only Watchers present on the grounds today. As has been made clear, it will be in your best interests to behave yourselves..."
Behaviour or not, the fact was that MacMillan had yet to take his eyes off of the group of Revelation that sat together near one of the exits, ironically putting themselves in a risky position from the word 'go', as far as he could see, and one way or another, they would be rounded up by the Watchers at the end of this assembly, assuming nothing out of the ordinary occurred...
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Post by Kayar on Dec 7, 2007 23:16:23 GMT 1
Kayar gazed. He gawked. He did every verb starting with "g" possible that had to do with surprise and staring. 1...2...3...20...21...30...40? 50?
He had no idea how many Watchers were in the room, but certainly the force before them was really something worth reckoning with. Macmillan knew something was planned... and he came prepared.
But Kayar knew Revelation was prepared as well, though he didn't know much of the plan farther than his part in it. This would be interesting. Zeke's worry came back to him in his mind, and Kayar really considered it for the first time. Before, when Zeke first mentioned that side of things, Kayar was barely listening, and he didn't much care either. He cared about the immediate business at hand. But now he wondered, would it even get that far? Could they get through this wall of men? With luck, hopefully. Seth seemed confident, and now wasn't the time for doubts. Doubts would only clog his mind, and make the coming job all the harder.
He didn't need doubts. So he cleared his mind, and looked for the signal that would be the beginning of the end.
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Post by Dante Williams on Dec 8, 2007 0:57:07 GMT 1
OOC: Sorry for the crap post, I'll make better one's. Just have a small writer's block today.
IC:
Dante was in the bustling crowd, being squeezed into the gym some were excited, some not so much. Surprisingly, Dante of all people was pretty excited about the event. Definitely not because of the school spirit, but because it signified the near-end of the school semester, then he had the whole winter off...
In the crowds, he heard many voices, saying a variety of things...
"Dude this is so retarted..."
"Whooh! Go Timberwolves!"
"Dude, check out the rack on that cheerleader..."
Dante chuckled, he didn't think that they were stupid. In fact, he was thinking just the opposite, he admired them for staying on such mundane topics while they've seen so much in the past year. But then again, maybe this was just their escape. Or maybe they were all just really stupid. He snorted as he sat down, and noticed some people creating a scene next to him. One was screaming loudly, one was an attractive woman scolding a quiet looking kid, then she helped a guy with crutches. And lastly, there was some guy smoking a cigarette, leaning back comfortably. Strange group... Dante thought as he scooted up a row to hear what was going on, ...could be the beginning of a bad joke...
As the Principal came up in front of the entire Student Body and spoke, Dante looked around and saw that there were Watchers that seemed to line the wall. Whooh, Dante thought, surprised, hope that there isn't any trouble today... As soon as he said it, he knew that he had jinxed himself. He sighed and went to sit behind the smoking kid.
He looked around. He obviously had no idea who he was talking to, having never met him before. And wasn't up-to-date on the latest happenings in Hircine, so he barely even knew what the Revelation was. Much less what the leader looked like. "Just to stay on the safe side, you might want to... you know... not get the Watcher's pissed..."
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Post by Valencia Donahue on Dec 8, 2007 1:39:30 GMT 1
((OOC: First post said gymnasium, MacMillan’s post said auditorium… I’ll make the necessary edits if I messed up anywhere.)) Stern’s finale occurred by chance, giving Valencia ample time to whatever she pleased to set things up here and do things there to get what she wants. To this day, it’s hard to say what exactly was on her mind or what she was actually setting up for, but it’s going to be a secret well guarded ‘til the Vietnamese stuntwoman can look back and see little harm of divulging herself. This event is by far much different in set up. This pep rally took place in the gymnasium, heavily guarded all around by Watchers. Genaht was keeping their eyes peeled, Revelation had an ace up their sleeves, and there’s little doubt that the Pillarship was somewhere amidst it all. The newspaper groups were dispersed among the crowd with the more important figures closest to where the action may be. Of them all, Annette Steadfast, editor of the Trackers and her bodyguard, Sean Shelby, were the most noticeable due to their contrast in height and structure. Richard Maxwell of the Keystone Predator and his group were scattered everywhere, save for his closest workers, Brad Zhivago the reporter and Eric Charles the columnist. Various contributors to the tabloid-esque Howler were scattered as well, but their editor, the famed “Doctor” Dennis Webb, sat closest to the group of Revelation members, playing with his bowler hat and grinning as the toxic fumes of tobacco lilted through his senses. We’ll just say that he didn’t believe in second-hand smoke. As for Valencia, she had no choice but to attend the mandatory rally. The shoot she was scheduled to do today was cancelled. She didn’t know too much about what was or what wasn’t planned, but her instincts told her deep down that one of the worst places to be was in the middle of it all. I still remember getting caught in the middle of that crossfire… Watchers and random fists smart pretty badly.…And it wasn’t just because of an earlier episode in the gym that implied that the place was haunted. The place was like a gas chamber and Valencia felt a foreboding feeling that everyone was going to be trapped in this place where whatever was going to happen was gonna screw them all over. She sat near the edge with an overcoat initially meant to keep out the winter cold. In her pockets were some things she considered essential to her survival on several levels. Her pale eyes were hatefully on MacMillan while he was still within her sights. Her senses were wide open, trying to detect the first sign of danger should it ever come. She sighed softly, already thinking about ways to escape. You can fight all you want, but escape is always a priority whenever Watchers are involved. It was a Network standard. Call me paranoid, but I just can’t find Ruth and Gladys… And I wouldn’t want them to get hurt if they can’t defend themselves too well, especially with Watchers and other factors. It’s not like Ruth carries a bat everywhere she goes…
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Post by Alkaiser on Dec 8, 2007 2:34:08 GMT 1
The football team all stood together, except for a few members causing mischief elsewhere. Nothing damaging, but at least one of them was under the bleachers sounding an air horn to 'liven up' the crowd. They were all suited up, for spirit reasons of course. Under one helmet in particular, a mane of deep red hair could be seen poking out. The number on the jersey read '58', but a simple check of the team lineup would show that there was no number '58' on the Hircine Timberwolves roster.
It was public knowledge that the football team had come under the management of Steve Barzahd, third pillar of Hircine High. It was public assumption that if something erupted on that very day, the pillarship would be involved somehow, and Barzahd had been reported as seen playing liazon between Revelation and the School Captain. MacMillan was extremely well informed, so surely he'd connect the dots and suspect his varsity athletes of being rallied against him. Of course, they too would be watching for some sort of signal as well...assuming the fact that they were involved.
For the moment, they just waited. They listened to the principal's speech, most of them loathing every second of it. The spirit in them was great, however, so before and after MacMillan's announcements they continued to psych each other up, yelling somewhat obnoxiously, bumping chests and enjoying the company of the cheerleaders. Two members happened to stand off to the side, however. Team captain Scott Kinsman, speaking to mysterious #58. Every once and a while they would have some sort of appearance on stage, as indicated by the huge sea of school colors storming the stage. Besides that, they remained relatively calm.
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August Velway
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I Need No Purpose
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Post by August Velway on Dec 9, 2007 4:42:21 GMT 1
There was a wide grin of genuine excitement across August's face. The surprise result of Seth Calloway's long planning was finally about to erupt, and thanks to the cute little title that he had been given so long ago, when Connor and Mae-Lim's rigged fight led to his forced alliance to Seth - Velway would hold some sort of involvement in the action.
He marched down the wide hallway leading towards the school's gymnasium, his typical white tee shirt stretched across his chest, with the simple blue jeans and hiking boots to keep him socially acceptable. The only difference that he made because of the winter season was the heavy leather bomber jacket across his shoulders, and it was only necessary for those moments of bitter cold winds; the school was in San Francisco, after all. The area around the rally was already filled to the brim with students, and it appeared that August was (fashionably) late. Shoving his way through the crowd standing in front of a side entrance, Velway began to notice that many of his fellow students held back their talk. When the junior looked around himself, he caught on; it turned out that the entire gym was surrounded by the Watchers, black-clad as always.
Some things never change. That's why we've got Seth.
Entering the gym, August decided to avoid most of the crazed students by skimming past the perimeter walls - even though his instincts told him to say 'hello' to the oh-so-perky girls. His path led him past the cheerful prison guards, and as their arms crossed their arms and their frowns grew more fierce, Velway just grinned proudly at the lot. He knew they wanted to break his legs and toss him in a hole to die - it was in their bitter, hateful nature. Such a blatant fact left the Pale Horseman of Persecution in an even happier state.
Just you wait gents. You'll get yours soon, and it won't be a pretty end.
When August reached the mass of onlooking students that was known to everyone as Revelation, the junior continued to inwardly laugh. It began to grow clear over the past weeks that Seth's loose recruitment of younger, less experienced fighters was threatening the overall secrecy of the gang. From a distant, Velway's dark eyes watched as one of the 'newer' members - as much as the kid might argue it, August would always see him as 'fresh' when compared to the original membership of Revelation, before the bandwagon of recruitment began - began blatantly discussing something with Seth himself, a subject that apparently brought wrath from the sharp-tongued Aryn Vancoph.
It's always nice seeing that hottie stirring up trouble. Just explains a whole lot more why Will has a... thing for her.
Connor's random and typical singing helped to resolve the situation, and when August reached the range of hearing, it appeared that Seth finalized the problem. Finding himself behind Will when he joined the inner circle, August smiled, lightly patting Will's shoulder as he slipped at his side.
"Those damn things are more than tree limbs, that's for sure; damn fine weapons, they are. Sorry I'm late boss, had some fun amusing with the Renegades. But I'm here now, and I'm glad we're surrounded with such... pleasant company." Velway concluded, sending his glance to the immediate crowd around him, mostly including Seth, Connor, Will, Aryn, and a few of the other Revelations members that he only knew by face. He noticed that Mae-Lim was still out of sight, however, and wondered if he was really that late.
Well shit, I might have to jog out of here if it comes to that.
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Mae-Lim
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Post by Mae-Lim on Dec 9, 2007 6:32:40 GMT 1
'Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck...' And so on.. These were the words she repeated to herself as she ran down the hallway towards the Gym. Gawd it was like karma came and slapped her all at once or something. Innocently walking along she had been, with a few other random students. Everything seemed fine right? And then one of them did that annoying stepping on the back of your shoe and tripping you thing and broke the strap from Mae's shoe. Angry, she'd socked the student on the head with the very shoe he broke and walked off towards her locker where she always kept at least one spare pair. Thank goodness. She'd changed her shoes, joy, started back down the hall only to realise her broken shoe was still in her hand. With a groan she ran back, tossed the thing into her locker and angrily slammed her locker door. As she turned, she realised all too late that the long skirt had gotten caught in between the locker door and a horrible riiiiiiiiip! notified her of it. The skirt was ripped akwardly, so, she wouldn't be able to make it look natural. Sure the lenght was still fine but dragging around a stip of material still attached to her skirt just didn't do. Opening her locker again, feeling high ammounts of stress then, she roughly took out a bag with another skirt made of heavier, warmer material. She always kept it there on the off chance she'd get too cold so she could change. Spare pair of everything, always come in prepared! You never know when you'll rip your skirt or someone'll break your shoe.
Anyway, she headed for the bathroom, got changed, stuffed everything back and off she went. Now here she was, feeling like she was on the verge of combustion, running towards the gym. She was late, sure. If she was anyone else she'd probably not be noticed at all. But she wasn't just anyone, and even if she wasn't the type to get known, the sole fact that she was the Black Horsewoman of Death was reason enough for her to be noticed. She walked through the doors, completely ignoring the Watchers along the wall as though they weren't there. Her eyes were simply searching for one specific group.
'Ah. Right there.' she thought, spotting the group of familiar faces. She made her way over hastily taking the one empty seat left (not before whispering a polite "'s'cuse me" to whoever she'd need to pass by to get there) before sitting down. She was here at last and she was glad she arrived not-too-late either. She'd missed something, for sure, but otherwise she was still here.
"Sorry I'm late...a bit of bad luck." she muttered, closing her eyes and giving a sigh on relief. Thank God she was here now and she could relax for a bit. Her foot tapped incessantly, a mixture of her releasing frustration and excitement for what was to come. It felt like butterflies in a hurricane in her stomach. Fluttery-feelings in her stomach that was obviously her anxiousness.
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