The Curtain's Rise (Revelation Finale)

[Aina Swanbeck]

The cheerleaders had been working hard for the past few weeks. Spirit day was coming up and of course, like any school, the cheerleaders had to lift up the spirit to encourage their wonderful school. It wasn't very easy to come up with encouraging cheers, but in the end, all the girls usually did a very good job. Plus, cheer leading what about the only thing Aina was really good at, except for anything else related to fashion and such.

So much practice time was put into what they were doing and they never stopped until they had it perfect. And even then, they usually continued on and on. It had to be perfect at all costs after all.

Today was the pep rally. It seemed that about the whole school was sitting down, chit chatting until it would actually start. It would start soon, that was for sure, and Aina was all ready, her girls behind her. They would follow her when she would decide it was time to get out in public and do their thing.
It didn't take very long though. It seemed that everyone was now in their seats, even the principal was there. Yup. It was time.

The busty blonde made her way into the center of the gym, the other cheerleaders following close behind, yelling things out loud and "woooing" as they waving their pompoms all over the place. Once in the center, the girls calmed down as Aina took the loudspeaker.
"Heeeeey Hircine High!!!!!" she happily exclaimed. "I hope you all have spirit today! And if not, then maybe my surprise at the end of the cheer with lift it up for you!" she winked at the crowd as she then placed the loudspeaker down and got in position. The girls flipped around, threw each other in the airs and so on. The usual type of cheer, just with more flips and interesting throws. In the end though, Aina ended up being lifted up and being held up by her feet by two girls. A brunette girl from the squad went off and grasped the loudspeaker, handing it over to the blonde who was still high up. Aina had good balance, so she wasn't worried about falling. But the girls of course could not hold her forever and gently placed her down as she fiddled with the loudspeaker.
"Now wasn't that spirit?!" some people cheered, some didn't. The usual. "And now for my surprise!"
Aina thought of a good surprise that would be perfect for the situation. Aha! She was sortta a genius! Sortta...
"I will hold a contest later on today. You boys will write me a poem and whichever poem interests me most, the owner of it will have an immediate date with me the same night! Wooooo!!!"
What the hell was she thinking? She was a shallow girl. So why would she hold some kind of contest like that that could get her to date some ugly loser?! That sure was odd and out of the ordinary...
At the moment, many people whispered to each other. Some from excitement, some from gossiping and others from pure shock. And while this all went on, Aina waved her pompoms around with the other girls, still "wooing" as usual.

[Felix]

Felix had made his way into the gymnasium just like the rest of the students. He knew what he was here to do, and that he wanted to make his presence here as little as possible until he wanted to make himself known to everyone. 'Everyone being just about everyone.' He smirked, his greatcoat hood hung over his head and his boots thudded along the floors. As obvious as he appeared, no one would count him or give him credit until he did something.

He spotted the Revelation leader, sitting off to the side. Felix knew of him now, he had gotten better at being quiet at the right times and had learned of his appearence. 'Though being here, with some other members. Not quite the way to do things.' He smirked and walked on, spotting a few others that were going to be playing important parts in all this. If anything were to happen.

He found himself a seat near the middle. He wanted to be able to watch thigns as they progressed and make a move when he was ready to. When he ahd sat down, he lowered his hood. If anyone would recognize him he was sure that they wouldn't give him a second glance. It would be better if no one associated with him at the current moment. Though things did have a way of messing with his plans.

He sat through Macmillians speech in a slight stupor, though paid enough attention so that even he knew that Macmillian though something was going to happen. 'Wonder what he's so pent up about?' Then the cheerleaders, which somewhat bored him, although he was never into the flamboyant types. His mind was on other things though, and his eyes never strayed too far from specific people.

[Seth Calloway]

Aryn's first statement was met with a confident smirk from the sophomore student, who was already enjoying the moment even before the action started. Once her male comrade made his presence known, Seth's smirk grew even wider, as he knew full well what it meant for the two of them to be so blatantly talking to him at such a time. Aryn would certainly be useful, and Will was able to take care of himself, injured or not.

"Why, we're just having a Pep Rally, Will. In the unlikely event that anything does happen, however, I'm sure you'd be better off if you stuck with me. At least, at first."

However, Seth wouldn't listen to Will's response, as his attention would quickly fall upon the principal as he gave his speech. Once he caught sight of MacMillan's apparent interest in the group near the door, Seth could only chuckle to himself, taking the cigarette out of his mouth and giving a small two-fingered wave in the man's direction. It wasn't much, but it would show that Seth was at least aware of his surroundings, and seemed to revel in the attention they were getting.

Once the Watchers began to pile into the room, however, it was all Seth could do to keep himself from bursting out laughing. The principal, he'd expected, was a very physical man, whose tactics depended on demoralizing his foes before the fight even began. After all, Stern's resistance had been met with the introduction of Watchers and martial law, and now that another threat had made itself known, he'd simply piled on his forces, looking to strike fear into his enemies and stop them before they even started rebelling.

It was an effective tactic, if all the opponent wanted to do was riot.

But then, what can I expect, from the man who implemented the Watcher system in the first place? I've had a glimpse into how he thinks, but he hasn't had the same opportunity.

For the briefest of moments, Seth's smile faltered. It wasn't fun if one of the players didn't know all the rules to the game. Then again, the principal had much more resources at his disposal, so in the end, it more or less worked out. Deciding not to think about it any more, Seth placed his smoke back in his mouth, his hands clasped behind his head. A few moments later, however, the third Horseman arrived, though not the one Seth expected.

"Don't worry, August. I gave away your seat, though, so you'll have to sit next to Conner. Of course, whether you remain in that seat for long is another matter altogether."

Seth couldn't help the good-natured joking, and indeed, it did serve a purpose, relaxing those few around him who could hear before things got out of hand. Once Mae-Lim sat down, Seth would give a genuine smile, both for the fact that she was there, and that all the Horsemen were in place, for once.

"You're fashionably late, Mae-Lim. No need to fret, it hasn't quite started yet."

Finally, it appeared as if everything was ready. Most everyone was in place, and those who weren't would be able to do their job regardless. In fact, all that remained was the signal to set everything in motion, and as if on cue, the cheerleading squad went through their routine, something that Seth was very interested in, beyond the usual male attention. Once Aina began to announce her surprise, Seth's foot smacked into the bottom of the chair in front of him, spurring the boy in front of him to do the same to the chair ahead of him, and so on, until it reached the fourth row from the cheerleading squad. There, the boy seated in the chair that was struck would promptly get to his feet, bellowing incoherently like a madman, and throw that very chair that had been hit into the crowd on his right.

Later, it would be discovered that the boy had been chosen to be the first Revelation member to set the violence in motion, and in order to get enough courage to do so, he'd gotten some liquid courage that morning.

It would be as if an unheard command had swept through the room, causing dozens to stand and start swinging at anything that moved. Students armed with chairs would sprint towards the Watchers lining the outside of the room, intent on gaining their revenge for themselves or for loved ones who had been struck down. Students would hunt down others that they had grudges against, taking this opportunity to settle old scores. In a very real sense, it was a scene from Hell.

And through it all, Seth would simply stand and watch, smoking his cigarette with a big grin on his face. Now, it was a matter of seeing if the rest of them knew what they were supposed to do.

[Conner]

Most the Revelation members around him began to laugh at Conner's antics. That was good. He didn't understand the extent of most tactics, but he had a good enough grip on morale from Seth. Just as Seth always spoke as if it was a party, Conner began to act as if everything was. Up until battle, Conner began to act wild, unpredictable, and overall entertaining. It garnered them attention, and more importantly, it left a good deal of there members in a good mood.

"Yo. I'm Conner. In this section of Revelation, I'm known as the Red Horseman of War."

Conner decided to extend his hand as well, taking the hand of what he assumed to be a newer member. He wasn't much on manners, but the deciding factor was that they had reached in front of Zeke, reinforcing the idea to keep him in is seat until the shit went down. August came in, something that might have surprised him as he hadn't seen the guy in awhile, but didn't in the end due to the importance of today. He extended two fingers, sending August the sign of peace in response to the nod, overhearing Seth tell him that he was now designated to sit next to Conner.

"Yeah man, you got upgraded to first-fucking-class. If only they were all as lucky."

Conner grinned at his fellow horseman, as he was the one Conner related to the most. As if following a trend, Mae-Lim also came in late. Conner gave her a short nod, not giving her much more attention than that as he continued to make small talk with August and a few others around them. Conner eventually began to trail off, though, when the gym began to get decently quiet as the cheerleaders came out. Not surprsing even for those not in Revelation. Hircine High was one of the lucky highschools to still have some of the most attractive girls as cheerleaders.

Aina spoke a certain signal, however, Seth being the first to react with a boot the chair in front of him. It caused a domino effect, even to the other side of the auditorium. After all, they didn't place all the Revelation members in one area. With a good deal sprinkled everywhere, it would be chaos in less than a minute. Conner stood up in answer to the action, most of the members following suitely if they weren't already standing. Conner glanced over at Seth, his leg beginning to shake in anticipation as he awaited his next signal.

[Vince]

Vince's eyes surveyed his surroundings, the Mass of Genaht suddenly growing tense at the introduction of the Watchers. They were hard men to be sure, but the force of Watchers was enough to shake nearly any resolve. The Mouth of Genaht would look towards their leader, who would give no response. He wouldn't turn his head or acknowledge. he was in his own world, his mind.

Vince's eyes would fall on the many cheerleaders that would rush in, a small grin curling up, despite the overbearing situation. He even gave a small laugh when the busty blonde one said something about a poem for a date. It was rather pathetic really, the girl would probably love the greatest poem, but scoff at the looks of the guy that might write it. Hell, it would be interesting if he were to write it though.

And that's when it happened, a single guy launching a chair into the crowd. Soon they multiplied, two, four, nine, eighteen. The Watchers would be ready and there were surely more waiting outside, but that didn't seem to matter much as a peice of paper was thrust into his chest.

Vince would read it quickly before screaming out the contents to the Mass of Genaht. They would be waiting for his voice he knew, as Ein's was now gone. The Mouth would even get most of the message in before it got too loud.

"Don't interfere with the Watchers! Six at each door! Rest line the walls infront of the Watchers! Contain it all!"

Vince was in the middle of the commands when he noticed where Ein was going. He was heading towards the door where the Revelation group was sitting. The Leader of Genaht intended to hold that door, he intended to keep them in.

Vince's commands would be finished and the Genaht were moving into their ordered positions. Vince would grab four men and then do the only thing he saw neccessary.

Reinforce Ein.

[Cale Rosiér]

ooc: If you're catching up, you can skip this post. It's just to specify what I'm doing.

IC: Rosiér walked to the center of his team. He was only a leader in the sense that he was the best wreslter. Among them were many kids that garnered more respect and that had more friends than Cale, but for some reason, his confidence and resolve shown brightly in his words when he spoke out of utmost concern for his fellow man. Touching a few of them to get their attention away from the tension in the gymnasium that was soon to become kinetic energy, he began to address each and every one of the battle-hardened fighters from the very large to the very small.

"Hey. Shit is about to hit the fan. We find a safe place and we look out for each other. I know you guys. You're just as pissed at the administration for all the shit they put us through and just as insane for vengeance against any number of jerk-offs in this room. But we have a meet tonight. These animals are going to rip each other apart, but we're going to to live to fight another day. You don't have to listen to me, but that's what I'm doing. I got your back, and your back, and your back. It's up to you if you want to do the same. I want to kill someone tonight, good and proper, but not off the mat. And I want you to help make it a team victory like it was meant to be. I'd suggest we start moving towards that far corner and stay strong against anyone who touches us, student or staff, alright?"

Cale nodded, and as the rare few that he tentatively called "friends" began to agree with him, the effect spread among all of them. Weak with hunger and tired from practices, they were like sheep. It's only lucky they were being given sound advice. They'd have followed just about anyone's suggestion. There were a few little guys and one of the monsters that were skeptical about wasting an opportunity to take it to a few of their enemies, but the rest of them began to slowly form a front and edge towards what would hopefully become a safe area for them to exist in. Cale had a burning desire to give the bastards what they had coming to them, but that was certain to happen. Every group of people would be beaten soundly. Thus, today was not the day for Cale to deliver calculated punishment to specific, deserving individuals. Today was not the day where any positive changes could be made to better his own quality of life. Today was the day to get by and bide time until something real could be accomplished. Something meaningful. Today was just that day when another unlucky 152 pound kid would stare at the ceiling for a couple seconds before returning to the locker room in agony and failure. Today was not that beautiful day Rosiér had been pining for. Today was just not that damn day.

[Kayar]

Kayar was right in the front line when it started, swinging his own chair wildly, yelling excitedly like for all the world the building was about to collapse. When the Genaht member, who he still somewhat recognized, began yelling to his comrades, Kayar took the opportunity to shut the boy up. He ran towards the Watchers and oncoming Genaht at full speed, and upon reaching them would swing his chair with as much power as he could muster at Vince's face with the full intention of breaking it.

"Let the mouth fall silent for once," he would say, before plunging straight through to attack the Watchers beyond head-on. It was a hit-and-run, but it would do the job, and once the boy's jaw was busted it would only be a matter of time before he was swept away by the oncoming tidal wave of rioting students.

Pandemonium had finally broken loose, and Kayar was never more excited to be right in the middle of it.

[Valencia Donahue]

Valencia had a knack for following hunches and usually knowing where everything goes. She ain’t a mind reader or a fortune-teller, but she can interpret people by how they move and coincidence does the rest whenever she’s in the right place in the right time. In this case, she had no idea what to expect, from the place actually being gassed or riot breaking out, but after a domino effect of chairs and a toss of furniture, it was a riot. Naturally, people would either brawl in the center or make an exit to the “back”, as far as herd-mob-big-group-of-panicked-people psychology goes. In Valencia’s case, she was pretty darned sure that the best time to find her friends and help them would be now. She jumped out of her seat and raced down the aisle to the front, all the while avoiding the Watchers about to take action. It’s displacement, you see. While practically everyone moves to the back where the action is, she’ll be in the front where she has all the room she needs to find her friends.

Sure, MacMillan’s awful aura will choke me to death back here and the cheerleaders might remember this “blind blonde” from those football cheerleading days, but hey… I’m doing this for my friends and if they need help, I might even join the fray from behind. Ta-da~ Strategy.

Of course, for all she knew, she was where the action might actually take place. But no, she was actually looking for her friends and running, dodging whenever the action got too close. Whenever things got “safe”, she’d pull out her digital camera to either take pictures here and there or record short scenes before pocketing the thing and avoiding blows/Watchers/whatever. As for the newspaper groups into the thick of it all, Sean was defending the small Annette as she hollered how this’d look good in the paper. Sean occasionally looked up to see Gilsin doing his thing… Then, he’d notice Vince. He hated Vince’s guts since the party, but if he was helping Gilsin and Genaht, it was good in this slow guy’s books. He tried to move Annette to a safer location. Should he succeed and the editor guaranteed safety, he mental capacity will work out that he ought to help Genaht for the help they gave him.

Dennis of the Howler was always on Revelation’s side and on everyone else’s bad side for their own particular reasons. He didn’t blame them; most of the reasons attributed to his character… Taking things out of context for sensationalism and all that jazz. He was a bunch of seats away from Seth and the rest, when the action began, he knew that there was more to it. Riots are overrated, unless this really was it… And if so, he’d be disappointed in Revelation for letting down his hopes. He hung back where the leaders were getting ready, staying out of the way, to watch and avoid detection. I mean, if you see Gilsin getting PO’d, that’d be the smart thing to do.

Richard, Brad, and Eric of the Keystone Predator knew that their own may be injured in this whole mess, but they’ll help them when they can… Not when they can’t help it. Brad the reporter commenced jotting notes down, trying to get names and checking his watch every few seconds to get the straight facts. Eric processed everything and took note of how this whole thing was going to play out… How Revelation opened things, how Genaht responded, and what the Principal’s Watchers and the Pillarship are going to do about. He was analyzing, as what critical columnists do. Whenever someone tried to lay a blow on him, however, the transfer from South Africa would teach them how to REALLY do some damage. Eric wasn’t the sort to take blows without returning them. As for Richard, editor in chief, he supported the Pillarship and Genaht from the beginning. This isn’t to say that he follows the “good guys” without just ‘cause, but more so he knows how they think and knows how things should turn out. Richard assisted Eric in analyzing and fending off blows for Brad to gather up the information. He wasn’t wearing his trademark reading glasses to signify thought, but behind those eyes of his were calculations as to what’s going to happen next…

[Director Troutman]

For Revelation to react so brashly, assuming the Watchers were standing idle in the room as things had been moving forward, it would be a raw and painful error. As the chairs were kicked, the nearby few would begin to move forward, investigating the disturbance and in turn, causing their own domino effect. Within moments, the entire perimeter of the auditorium would be closed in upon as things began to explode, and as the first chair left someones hands, the armed individuals began to converge inward...

'Knew it....'

The small grin that emerged on Liams face was a testament to his suspicion, and whilst he'd never known exactly when or how, he'd taken obvious precaution for today. It was such an obvious ploy to use, keep every student together, and incite chaos. Almost exactly what Stern had done, merely a different approach to the madness. Watchers would immediately converge on Revelations higher-ups in a more concentrated number, easily double the spread that was going through the rest of the crowd, and began to attack without pause or mercy to the students around...

Of course, the few were not so significant as the many, particularly when the many were in the process of creating a situation that would need a swift containment...

"You will receive no chances. Get on the ground, with your hands folded behind your head, flat on your stomach, now!!! Anyone who does not comply will be considered a threat and treated as such!!"

MacMillans sharp words rang loudly through the auditorium, even over the pandemonium as it began to increase, and without much difficulty, a fair number of the less gung-ho students almost immediately dropped to the floor...Sure, the potential stood that they might get trampled on, but that wasn't something he was concerned with right now. His personal guard on the stage continually glanced back at him, and with every glance, his head shook again as he mouthed two simple words.

Not yet

Oh, yes, MacMillan had a method in store to deal with this if the students failed to comply, and Seth's little band of rogues would be absolutely powerless to stop it. However, for now, he would offer them one single opportunity to make it easier on themselves, one solitary chance at lessening the inevitable punishment.

Outwith the chaos of the main floors noise, his hand reached up to a headset, and depressing the blocker that kept the line closed, he spoke quite calmly into it as he kept his eyes forward, half-expecting a student to get leary and attempt to pitch a chair onto the stage.

"Send them in."

With only seconds passing between the words escaping his lips and the arrival of another, albeit smaller group of Watchers, it began to show clear signs of the figureheads tactical planning. Having put out such a number at the beginning, exploiting a brief intimidation advantage over the students, would have cowed several into not even daring to raise their fists...Consequently, the number that would be combatants was going to be smaller, and would almost certainly fight hard and without reservation to try and take down the massive group of Watchers that would have almost immediately begun attacking them. From there, one of two things was certain, either the Watchers would have been overpowered by number, or they would be currently breaking down the students, and when the reserve numbers spilled into the auditorium, MacMillan would wait with a slight smirk on his face, leaning forward with his arms folded on the podium as he waited on what to do next.....

'Your move, Calloway...'

[Kyukaku]

(OOC: Short post. Mostly just to say "I'm here.")

"Yeah. This isn't good."

There had been an overlaying amount of tension in the room from the start. From Seth Calloway and his group, to the now near-mute Ein and Genaht, there were already worries about students bursting into violence, even before the Watcher's entered the room. Then, surprising and not at the same time, a riot broke out, and all hell broke loose.

Kyukaku muttered to his soon to be graduated girlfriend Audrey, who muttered back her own acknolwledgement of the situation. Kyu looked back to her, looking into her eyes. She looked back, and after a moment of hesitation, she nodded, staying in her seat at the top corner of the bleachers, where she would be relatively safe.

The junior was slow to leave her side. He didn't want to let anything happen to her, but they had this talk before. With Kyukaku's ideals, Audrey would have to be a secondary focus. Kyukaku didn't want to agree, but in the end he was forced to consider it a possibility. Even if they weren't separating when she graduated, he has to watch over the entire student body, not just one girl--as terrible as it made him feel.

Kyu dodged a few tumbling bodies on the way down the stairs, almost tripping himself. He wasn't sure what his strategy was, but by the time he reached the main circle, it was too late to think of one. Riots were bad enough with students, but when armed soldiers were in the mix it never ended well. Hence, when one went to raise the baton to beat a student wary on his knees, Kyukaku dived, tackling the man to the ground.

When they landed off to the side of the circle, however, Kyukaku wasn't the one on top, and he found himself hard pressed to parry the raining fists. Grabbing the arm and turning with it, Kyukaku rolled himself on top, raining down his own fists now. The watcher took a few as he parried more, bucking Kyukaku off him and reaching for his baton to the side. He turned to strike Kyu, who kicked out with his left leg, knockin the arm back as he stomped one more time to the face with the same leg. Before he could recover, Kyukaku rolled forward again, using the momentum as he stuck out his right leg, kickin the man in the head again.

Kyukaku had no real strategy, but he had an idea. He'd fight his best to make this area safe again, or til he couldn't fight anymore. If that meant taking out other students so be it, but for now, it meant taking out the watchers.

[Aden Allett]

Aden sat in his chair, waiting for the signal. He wasn’t briefed on what it was exactly, but when hell broke loose, it was to be fairly obvious. As Aden sat, more men and women showed up, ready to end this; some late, others early. All that mattered was the fact that they were here and that it would soon be time.

As the cheerleaders took the main stage, with the blonde girl from revelation taking the lead, everyone’s attention moved towards them. As the head cheerleader spoke, giving out a subliminal signal, Aden scoffed as she talked about the poem idea. It seemed childish to him, understanding that it would probably never happen anyway, because of what was planned, but feeling it to be immature none the less.

As soon as the signal was given, it had begun. Seth had started it by kicking the chair in front of him and caused a ripple effect until it reached the front row where a very brave member stood up to start the riot. Acting like a mad man and throwing his chair into the crowd, it really was starting. Soon the scale of fighting multiplied. Anger and hatred was soon dished out and for certain, many people were already in great pain. People bleeding, people on the ground, people fighting, people crying and people in an all around state of shock. It was a sight to behold and it all happened in the matter of seconds.

Aden was already off his seat at this time, heading into the group to get part of the action, looking out for watchers in case any decided to attack him. Sure enough, the watchers were sent in. Taking down many groups of fighters and throwing them on the ground in some of the more violent matters. Aden dodged multiple attacks on him as he stood where he was, making sure he knew what was going on at the time. Soon, the majority of the gym population was on the ground.

As Aden run through the remaining crowds, watching the amount of violence was something else. It was such a large scale than what he was used to ad he loved it. Dodging the occasional attack directed at him and helping out the members of revelation he ran into, Aden truly was having the time of his life.

Aden came up close to a man pinning down a woman, beating her in the face with one of his fists. No one noticed or cared so Aden took it upon himself to knock now the fool with his knee to the man face. As the man sprawled around in pain, and blood gushed from his nose, Aden viciously grabbed the women arm, lifting her up thrusting her in the direction of the door. He had a passionate side, but it wasn’t going to be shown much here.

[Kabuto Takada]

((Here we go...Sorry for the late post))

Bear had sat behind Seth and the other Horsemen at the begining,but decided to not make himself known.He had pulled his hood of his jumper over his face.He had his back pack at his feet.He had laughed to him self at the Revelation antics unfolding infront of him.

But the the mood became sullen.

Aina gave the signal,as she cheered across the stadium via mega phone.Bear had smiled.Then the first domino had been knocked over.Seth kicked the chairs.The riot had started.
People where swinging wildly,the prinicpal was yelling over the microphone from the stage and the watchers where detaining the students.

Bear simply reached inside his back pack and pulled out a small metal pipe,with studs placed in one end.
He smiled again,as he stood.He brandished his weapon and swung wildly at a watcher.

Just a little somthing from Bear's bag of tricks! He thought as he swung it wildly.
The watcher caught it in his hand and tried to swing his baton at Bear.The man was shorter than Bear,and less muscular.He let go of the pipe,caught the mans hand holding the baton and smashed the man in the face with his huge right fist.
The mans head cracked back sickeningly(is that how you spell it?).
He picked up the pipe and the baton.
He then preceded to beat the crap out of the watcher with both weapons.

He laughed manicaly.
"Damn this is fun!"

[Cale Rosiér]

Cale knelt down and his team followed suit, one unit of navy and gold. They were pretty safe, having stuffed themselves in the corner of the gym. Their lowered posture made them appear to be complying with the order given by the Principal and their position put them out of sight and out of the fray for the most part. They were even outside the ring of Watchers, closing in towards the middle of the gym. Besides that, the watchers would be just a little slower to smack their star athletes in the kneecap with a baton.

However, Rosiér still didn't feel very good about the whole development. He wanted to breathe the outside air and have half a glass of water before taking a nap, waiting for his opponent later on that evening. That's how he would know that he was safe.

"Hey!" he shouted over his shoulder, barely audible with all the commotion. "We're going to go for that door when the time is right, alright? We're going to make a break for it even if The Man yells at us. You wanna get hurt? Me either! Follow me when I go, low and quiet!"

[watcher1]

(Send in the Watchers ;D )

"Go go go!"

The men moved in. Going through the ranks of chair-wielding students. He had found his own target, near the left flank, his attention far away from the Watcher. He picked up momentum and his shoulder rammed into a students chest. The student stumbled back into his friends, dropped the chair. An awful mistake. The Watcher swung his baton wielding right arm through the air. The Baton striking the front of the students mouth and he fell to the ground holding his mouth. His chair falling over him. Almost immediately a watcher was standing on the chair and fighting the nearby students. Protecting his flank.

He continued his attack to the students. Using his brutal strength to overpower most of the students with ease. Some minor strikes managed to strike him, but nothing he couldn't just brush off. His baton swung repeatedly, he had yet to meet a student who would give him a fight. Then again, he and another Watcher had been working tightly together, protecting the other's flanks from harm. He wouldn't start using Punishment Levels beyond the mildest. Right now, he couldn't do that without leaving his partner unprotected and leaving his own defenses wide open.

When this "rebellion" was over. They would get what they deserved.

His attention returned to the student in front of him. He tried to back up, but he faced a wall of students behind him. Students who pushed their fellow out into the waiting hands of the Watcher. His left hand found his collarbone. Snap. End of the fight. Whoops. Wrong. The baton brutally finished the job. He noticed something out of the corner of his right eye and reacted by raising his right arm to intercept it. His arm gave away and the object struck his skull. He stepped back, his eyes fixed on the student. His partner had already noticed him being in peril, and seconds later the student had been incapacitated.

Unfortunately, he had dropped his baton when he had tried to block the strike.

No matter! He could take them out with his bare fists. He had already found a nearby student to take out. He seemed occupied with the beating of another Watcher. He was armed however, with two weapons. He just needed a small opening. He kicked up the chair that had hit him. Grapped it and shortly after, it flew through the air at the student's (Bear) head. His partner moved in right after the chair, and depending on (Bear's) position after the chair, he would direct an uppercut at (Bear's) solar plexus.

[Darren Blayne]

Meanwhile, far enough off from the Chaos, the foremost Pillars, Darren Blayne and Tiao Lei Shen, looked on in grim dissatisfaction.

Both were seated with Security Chief Warren, who had also been 'soft demoted' by the new Watchers deterrent system. As a backhanded compliment, he still had his position; yet, like the Pillars, he was no longer called for, or accountable to anything. And also, like the Pillars, it was because of this that he became one of MacMillan's most dangerous rivals.

Darren Blayne watched the ensuing riot during the Spirit Rally with a subtle frown on his face. There were multiple cameras in the gymnasium, due to its size, and thus the Captain and his lieutenant had multiple angles with which to observe what was happening. From what Darren was seeing, however, he did not like it. A moment of regret came and went; he almost wanted to go back on his truce with Revelation. This was not in the best interests of the students, and if it was, then it certainly meant that many innocents were going to be hurt because of it. The Captain shook his head and watched for only a moment longer. Thankfully, Genaht, unbeknownst to them, were still working on his side. Darren wanted the general populace as unharmed as possible, and Genaht was attempting to accomplish just that. Unless Ein's tactics changed to a more aggressive nature, Darren's own plans were being carried out by the students in the gymnasium.

It was now time for his own move.

"Come, Tiao. Thank you, Warren," Darren spoke to each individual in turn, rising from his seat as he did so. Calloway's riot was in full swing, the next part of the show would begin soon. Darren had little doubt that MacMillan would find some way out of the fracas when the real battles started going down, and the Captain wanted to make sure that he wasn't entirely free from fighting. Grasping the knob, Darren opened the door, holding it that way for Tiao as well. With a final nod to Warren, the Captain exited the room, hearing the automatic lock click behind him.

Quickly, he walked through the halls, ducking out of the path of the few Watchers that were still wandering the halls. From what Darren had seen on the monitors, they would need to find their own way to the Gymnasium. Seth's group wasn't just inciting riots, they were attempting to overpower the group of Watchers that had been brought there. Regardless, Darren's eyes kept open for enforcement agents and his feet kept walking, until he came to Principal MacMillan's office door. With one final backwards glance, his eyes shooting up to the security camera placed there, noticing in more detail the red indicator diode, showing the camera was on and active, wink out out existence. With a small upwards curve of his lips, Darren fished out his key, opened the door, and slipped inside, Tiao right behind.

Darren took a seat; namely, MacMIllan's own, and left Tiao to do as he wished. At this point, there was nothing left to do but wait. Soon, MacMillan would be rushing back to his office, for one reason or another, and soon, he would be confronted by the two he so coldly turned on.

Retribution was all but here for the Pillars of Hircine.

[Tiao Lei Shen]

Tiao Lei Shen sat at Darren's left, putting him at the far side of the monitors. He had only a few good angles of the gymnasium there, as Darren and the Security Chief were more centered around them. Still, Tiao looked on in utter anticipation. He thought he would be more settled when the riot actually broke out, as Tiao was always most comfortable in violent situations.

The relief never came.

It was one thing for Tiao to feel at ease in the middle of the fight, but as he was only able to watch from a distance he began to grow ever more anxious. The chinese pillar could barely stand to be on the outside of the most imortant battle he'd seen yet. The camera briefly went to a certain blond haired-vietnamese girl. It wasn't quite a close up, but Tiao could certainly see who it was. While he wasn't in there, he did give the order to Alkaiser's personal team to keep an extra eye on her, but even if they could that would guarantee nothing. Tiao's hand briefly went out to the screen, his finger poking the glass as he pondered if the two of them would make it out to tonight, after all.

His hand quickly returned to his side as Tiao turned his head in response to Darren's words. He painfully widened his eyes after narrowing them so long on the screen. He gave Darren a short nod as he wheeled his chair back and stood up. He followed the School Captain down the halls, as Darren was one of the few people that knew the best paths even better than he did.

The pair entered MacMillan's office, Tiao letting the door close behind him. Darren moved to MacMillan's own chair, where as Tiao meandered about in front of the door. He glanced at a few things atop the desk, looking to the back wall to where the Principal had a portrait from his military days. Tiao wandered back to the door, leaning up against the nearby wall. He place one foot against the wall as he crossed his arms. He locked gazes with Darren, though neither of them spoke a single word.

There was nothing left to say. All that remains, lay ahead.

[Alkaiser]

[OOC: Modified. Hopefully this works for you, Liam.]

A crashing sound rings from stage right, but nobody hears it over the outrageous ruckus of the rioting. A swoosh followed by a second, lighter crash goes unnoticed...but it's getting closer.

Just then, seemingly out of thin air, several strong kids storm the stage from the darkness of the flats. Utilizing elements of surprise and outnumbering each watcher three to one, the kids strike swiftly, attempting to put MacMillan's squad of personal defense down one by one. They had remained unseen and patient, studying how many men they needed to topple to execute their plan. This was not anarchy, this was tactical might. In there wake, there lied one watcher unconscious, still tangled in the curtain he had been subdued with. Another lies behind him, crushed under the weight of a renegade sandbag. The students fight tooth and nail, several falling in the process. The watchers would not go down so easily.

Then, it is noticeable that these students share something in common. A few ex-genaht, one or two mismatched fighters, and theater students in the back, providing guerrilla intelligence of the stage layout? These students were under the control of a certain student.

Did the surprise attack have to work, however? No. The floor was an absolute scene of chaos, but one thing would have seemed to stick out if you were paying attention to the right places. The staircases to the stage had been stormed by a group of armored and determined warriors, who now swooped in to cut MacMillan off from his own guards. He wouldn't be touched, but he would certainly be alone for the first time in months. The football team had used a tried and true method of achieving their goal, and that was to follow their blockers. Using a wedge movement, they had made it through the crowd as hastily as possible, also losing a few members along the way. They now joined their fellow followers, holding back the watchers from their target of protection. There was a fierce battle now unraveling on the stage, but all the team of students deeded to do was hold the line, and they had plenty of bodies to do that as well as just the right training. MacMillan had seemingly been left only one option for escape; the hallway. Any watchers still standing were now fighting a two front battle, and would not be able to focus on the principal very well.

All of these students had in common their leader, Steve "Alkaiser" Barzahd. It seemed that almost his whole force had been on stage, except for a few stragglers who had been assigned the task of watching a certain blond Vietnamese girl and keeping her free from harm. They simply watched her from afar as she took pictures, becoming bored out of their skulls. The girl was causing no trouble, attracting no attention, and was in little to no danger. They remain vigilant, but what for they would have to ask later.

Just as things looked the most grim for the principal of Hircine, one man steps forward from the chaos unfolding on stage left. He wears a number 58 on his jersey, and he has deep red hair sticking out from under his helmet. It was all but too easy to assume. Just then, the student is hit with a wayward chair from the audience. What timing. As he falls, his helmet flies away from him, and a small white piece of tape falls from his shirt.

Exposed now, is the true number on his jersey. There was no number 58 on the team, but there was a player who wore number 56. Kevin Ehnstrom, a red-headed junior center lineman for the Hircine timberwolves lie on the stage, knocked unconscious from the chair with impeccable timing. But where was the third pillar of Hircine?

"What the hell? A coward like you is still here? I figured you would have surely turned tail by now. You know you wanna."

Alkaiser smiles smugly, having just emerged from a trapdoor under the stage that some of his friends in theatre showed him. He spoke mockingly yet unthreateningly from a safe distance away from the principal. There was no use in getting careless and allowing the man to display his hidden power on Alkaiser, so he decides to give him space.

MacMillan was smart, and he knew the difference between wimping out and a tactical retreat quite well. By now he must be thinking of implementing the latter. "Come on...Isn't there someplace you'd rather be?"

And there was.

[August Velway]

"Seems that bet I made got me something, eh?" August quietly remarked with a wide grin, nonchalant to Aryn taking his seat and glad that, instead, he was able to sit next to someone that he knew was trustworthy. As much as he knew that the new members were necessary, he still didn't like being surrounded by those that he didn't personally know, especially those that were very different than him and, worse, absolutely ignorant to the truth of Revelation.

But, ironically, their dreams would be realized soon in a realization when the new age came; whether they flourished or rebelled against it, however, did not matter. All that mattered was the result.

Aina - one of the new members that August was unsure of - proved her worth. Leading her squad in cheers, the soft-looking girl suggested as a sign of "spirit" that any boy that wrote a poem she liked would get a chance to take her on a date.

Some people might have found it as tacky or shallow, but August laughed and hooted at the idea; he didn't mind a girl taking advantage of her popularity or her looks, so long as she had a little fun along the way.

Even though I wouldn't need some stupid poem crap to get her hot...

Another grin, and soon enough, a wild eye of excitement, as it appeared that Aina's "spirit" was actually her planned deception. Just a few seats down, Seth kicked at the back of the chair in front of him, beginning a chain reaction that led to a student far up ahead. His wild attack on his neighbors made Velway realize that the kid either hated kicks to his chair, or had been paid off for the dirty deed.

Or he was a Revelation member, but the Renegade liked to humor himself.

Once the ruckus began, Velway jumped up onto his own seat and gazed around. The cover of his fellow Revelation members joining the fray protected August from harm for a few moments, long enough for his ebony eyes to see the large movement of the ever-so-persistent minions of Ein Gilsin. Genaht separated to cover the doors with a handful of members, and while Velway wasn't sure, he thought he could see Gilsin himself moving to intercept the rear entrance near Revelation...

Predictable move; first the Watchers, then Genaht playing the part of cops, and now Ein forgetting that he lost his lips to a similar mistake! Well, looks like I got a surprise for you boys...

August jumped down, patting Connor on the shoulder and pointing where he was heading, "I've got a surprise planned; let Seth know to watch the rear doors."

A smirk spread across his lips, and a moment later, Velway was gone, naturally passing through the mass of bodies that were his comrades, hiding behind their forms to avoid notice and attack; for now, he'd avoid a fight, hoping to keep himself discreet.

As MacMillan ordered the student body to surrender, and many began to comply, August only grinned as he pulled out the cell phone from the left breast pocket of his bomber jacket; with a simple click of his two-way radio, the chaos and simple command gave sign to the prize laying outside the gymnasium.

"Time to join the fun, Renegades."

As the mass of Watchers began to crowd inward on the student body that continued to rebel against them, Velway slipped out of the crowd just in time to intercept the lord of Genaht, Ein Gilsin. The piece of black cloth across his face was such a nice touch, and August knew to keep his own smile wide, just to remind the bastard what he now lacked.

"How you doin' old boy?" Velway remarked loudly, laughing as if at a party, and spreading his arms wide, as if the pair of Watchers marching from behind him were not even noticed, and that the riot around him was more of a raving party.

Of course, the reason he was so happy was because of what was about to break right through the rear entrance doors; his entire small brigade of the Ebony Sea Renegades, twenty men strong, all who had intentionally skipped out of school that day, all who had been loitering outside in the parking lot as the festivities began, and all who charged through the short passages of the school on time to crash right through the entrance directly behind Revelation, their numbers spilling onto the Watchers and Genaht both that guarded the exit.

The men knew there were risks; they were not as strong as most of Revelation's fighters, and their chances against the Watchers were slim. But their intention was not to break down the guards or to join in the chaos absolutely. Rather, they were there to open up the exit and cause an even greater sense of chaos.

How?

Well, when a person is threatened by baton wielding Watchers, forced to the ground in an enclosed area that is filled with fanatic gangsters, and sees a single way to escape, what could a good number of students - fighting or cowardly - think to do? Exactly what any other frightened animal in the world would: they sprint, crawl, break through, even fight their way through to that single chance for salvation, for survival.

And that was exactly what August Velway wanted; an entire mass of the student mass charging for a single point, giving Revelation the perfect opportunity to not only escape, but use the mass of bodies to strike hard at their enemies, who would be too busy defending the students or breaking them down as well.

The reaction was as expected. Once the doors broke wide open, and the mass of twenty Renegades surprised the flank of the Watchers and Genaht, a clear view for all nearby was seen, and on instinct, those nearby bolted to escape. Soon enough, others in the distance began to notice, and the number attempting to escape increased.

The question was: could a hundred Watchers and fifty Genaht hold back several hundred fear-driven students charging like bulls down an alley, perhaps more?

Velway answered himself: They're just road kill now.

Velway saw a group of students running towards the entrance just past Gilsin, and as they passed, he instantly melded into their body, running alongside them. When their group joined in with the rest of the panicking mass, Velway broke away and began his path towards Seth and Connor's last known position, hoping to report their new opportunity.

"There's your exit boss... and your cover for some nice ass kicking. The game's back to you, Seth."

[Conner]

As Conner waited for Seth's next signal, August patted his shoulder again. Conner looked to his fellow horseman, struggling to hear him over the constant noise that echoed in the gym. Conner nodded, trying to yell over to Seth what August told him. He tried a few times, only to shrug it off his words weren't very clear.

"Ah, fuck it." Conner muttered, looking back down at the scene ahead of him.

Somehow, a Genaht member had climbed up to their position through the mass of bodies just below. The revelation member that corrected Conner's mascot mistake leapt forward, intent on intercepting him. The Genaht member was a better fighter, which didn't surprise Conner, and he slid out of the way, slamming the students head on the seat behind him as he continued up. He made it to the step below Conner, attempting to throw a punch at the Horseman of War. Conner stomped his right foot forward, planting his heel on the chest of the Genaht member and sending him forcefully down the bleachers. Conner doubted he'd get back up.

Just then, August's band of bikers crashed through the doors, knocking into anyone who stood in the way. They were either guided farther into the gym, or trampled. Conner looked back to Seth, checking if his reaction was as excited as his own. He couldn't tell however, as Seth quickly grabbed a hold of Mae-Lim and made their way out, the door's almost the moment they were clear. Conner was supposed to follow, but he didn't want to be third wheel. Instead, he moved to intercept August, who was conveniently on his way to him.

"C'mon, lets go before too many get out."

Conner didn't know the whole plan, and he was there for every meeting. He didn't know how much August knew, and while his idea really helped the other two escape, it would make it alot harder for the two of them to get through before it was too late. He'd nod back, motioning for August to follow him.

The Horseman of War would jump on the bleachers, moving around the mass of the crowd that attempted to squeeze out the door. Once ajacent to the doors, Conner leapt off, driving his shoulder into the front of the line. It knocked the first few over, giving August a clear path to go out the doors. Conner half rolled-half scrambled out the door behind him. It wasn't enough to stop the flow, but it would slow down for a few seconds as they began to trip over the fallen bodies in the front.

In the few seconds it would take for that, Conner slammed the doors shut, holding the crowd in the best he could. He was exceptionally strong, but not enough to hold the mass of bodies for long. The only consellation was he had more leverage than the chaotic forms on the other side. Stressing every muscle in his body, Conner looked behind his shoulder to August, shouting at his fellow Horseman for assistance.

"Yo! Grab that broom!"

If he did grab what was actually a mop, and not a broom, Conner would would have him wedge it in the handles, holding the door shut. Maybe not forever, but certainly long enough til they would be in there, forever. He'd look back to August, who he'd assume would be confused to as why they were holding students inside, rather than funneling them out.

"Chaos is better when concentrated. In fact, now that they are all almost against this door, it should be even bloodier."

Conner grinned, moving past August to catch up with wherever Mae-Lim and Seth were, assuming August would follow. Conner hadn't seen anyone but the four of them escape, but that didn't mean there weren't any. He'd keep his eyes peeled.

[Kabuto Takada]

Bear looked down at his handy work.
A bloody mess,just the way he liked it.
But then he saw it.
The Chair,flying at him from his side.
Going STRAIGHT for his head!

He grabbed the now unconcious Watcher and hefted him up like a human shield.The chair impacted with a sickening crunch of metal on bone.It had,with out a doubt,crushed his rib cage.
Bear dropped the Watcher and he slumped to the floor a bloody,broken mess.

Bear had just enough time shift his postion(in a twisting way),so that the second watchers uppercut missed his solar plexis.He then shifted his feet into a martial arts stance and delivered a hard kick to the mans own solar plexis.
The man had been over eager his punch went straight past where Bear's solar plexis WAS.The kick came right up under neath him and Bears big size 11 boots smashed into the mans Rib Cage.

The man steadied him self and swung at Bears jaw, his fist smashing into Bear's jaw.Bear staggered.He shook his head and recovered.
"You call that a punch?!?" He yelled as he smashed the man straight in the face with his huge arse fist.
The mans head snapped back and he fell flat on his back.
The man crawled around,moaning as Bear knelt down on his back and gave him a hard punch to the back of the head,knocking him out cold.

Bear retreived his weapon.
"Now,Who thre that chair?"