Lunch and a show (open to non-hostile)

[jahova]

Dream Sequence

Jahova was walking up the street singing his lungs out. He didn't know why, and it wasn't any comprehensible words, just notes of "ah"'s and "oh"'s. But, in his mind it sounded wonderful. His hands were in his pockets, and as usual, his guitar was on his back. Soon, as he continued to walk, a duplicate of himself walked out of his body and had his guitar in his hands. He played in accompaniment with him.

Reality

That was all that he dreamt, because the bell rang to third classes. He picked up his things and put his guitar back on his back, proceeding to the hallway. He rubbed his head with his right hand. He didn't get as many stares as he used to, the people getting more and more used to seeing his burnt face. He pushed up his glasses and lifted his head to watch where he was going. Soon enough he was putting his books away in his locker and then getting his next.

The next class, math, was boring as usual... then the class was released for lunch. Jahova never ate school lunch, usually just sitting there pondering various things as he watched others or the sky. He breathed deep the fresh air though and got himself a table. He smiled and turned the guitar on his back around to his hands. He started to play, and it was brilliance. God truly does compensate for people's downfalls. Where Jahova was horribly burnt... his guitar playing and singing were extraordinary.

Soon, people were admiring his performance. He stood up on the table, getting into his music (very very deeply). His fingers pressed the strings to the frets whereas the other hand picked those strings, producing ecstasy. He almost completely drowned out the senses picking up things other than his music, almost being the key word. He noticed the crowd forming around him to listen.... and he would be their bard for the evening.

[gary]

For an entire period, an English teacher found it fitting to go over some things that had already been done. To most, that would seem rather odd or lazy, but it was not without reason; the majority of the class got less than what they should be getting in a pop quiz, so were unfortunately going to have to spend a small part of their lunch break doing it again, after going over the previously covered material. However, there were those who scored little above the classes average scores, thus allowed to leave once the bell rang, and Gary Connors was one of them.

'Food, fights, crowded Hircinians and Varronites. Great.' These were the thoughts that followed the bell in Gary's mind, alongside with the miniscule line of students that exited that classroom.

Immediately Gary made his way to the courtyard, the day was particularly sunny, perfect for some harmonious optimist to do something for a crowds delight. Speaking of which, who was the poor fellow standing on a table playing a guitar? Gary wouldn't say he was a bad player, good enough to catch the interest of numerous onlookers that created the crowd. Despite not usually being one to go with the crowd, Gary got up and made his way to the inner circle, getting a good look at the guitar player. Baggy dark green cargo pants, black shoes, black leather and fingerless gloves, black shirt with writing on, the only word of which Gary could see clearly was 'is', thanks to the zip-up grey sweater that was zipped up half-way. Then there was the more than noticeable burn that covered the right side of this persons face. Similarly, Gary's attire also consisted of mostly dark clothes; grey sneakers, black khaki pants and a black dress shirt.

As the person standing on the table sang, he would need to breathe, which would be when Gary would speak out, "For someone who looks like half-made human toast..." A mere seconds worth of thought notified him of the unnecessary ignorance, so he would continue with an alteration, "Sorry, no offence meant. But you're an excellent guitarist, and with the vocals to match." Hoping he hadn't offended the local bard too much, Gary decided to accept anything that the person would decide to retort with, biting his own tongue, being that what he said was ridiculously stupid and offensive.

[jahova]

This seemed almost unreal to Jahova as the crowd seemed to worship every strum of the strings and every sound of his mouth. What most people may misinterpret, this event had absolutely nothing to do with him; in contrary, he didn't do it to flaunt some of his skill, but just to entertain. If some of the more enlightened where to scan this crowd, they'd see Hircinians AND Varronites together, having forgotten their ignorant feud and just enjoying the day.

He smiled warmly as the sun embraced his body from the top of that table, his mind seemed to be everywhere at once. One section appreciating the cool breeze, another being comforted by the benevolent sun, another focused on his music, another (more likely subconscious) was examining his deep philosophies, and the last section kept an eye on the environment. Speaking of this environment, someone stepped forward from the crowd. Jahova probably wouldn't have paid much mind until the person talked to him in between lyrics.

After he finished that song, he hopped down from the table in front of the one who made the rude comment. Jahova wasn't angry, he hardly ever was anymore, because the guy had apologized... and Jahova was a very forgiving person. He smiled a smile that was impossible to fake and replied, "Thank you kind sir. Its just one more way that I am compensated for my toast-like appearance." Jahova chuckled after saying that, obviously it didn't bother him at all. He turned the guitar on its strap around to his back so that it was pointing down. He tightened that strap so it wouldn't go anywhere, thus was how he carried it around.

Jahova offered his hand, "My name is Jahova Kruschev... but friends call me Bard. Your more than welcome to do the same if you please."

[gary]

ooc: Sorry. Late reply...

ic:
The first surprise of that day, seemed to be the jovial nature of the person Gary had been absent-minded enough to foolishly insult, there was even a joke made about the remark. It was as if there was not the slightest bother with what was said, or perhaps it was not as serious because Gary had made an honest apology?

'Nice fella, to say the least.'

As the happy-go-lucky seeming guy fixed the guitar onto his back with the strap, Gary said, "Then dare I say, fair enough." Smirking, Gary figured he would probably like this new found fellow. He was friendly enough, and was able to brush off mere glib insults, that alone, asked of it's own form of respect.

After a hand was offered with an introduction, Gary took the hand and replied, "Gary Connors, you're an interesting one, Jahova." As his hand would drop back to his side, Gary would feel a little awkward, unsure of what to do next. His social life had never been the most active, having only been a part of a particular group for four years. Thus, give him an open set of choices during something as social as a mere conversation and he'll be unsure as to what he should do, assuming he has a reason to be respectful, such as was the current situation.

[jahova]

ooc: Its cool , better late than never. Sorry its short, i'm distracted.

He could almost sense the awkwardness behind him and Jahova crossed his arms. "So, Mr. Connors, how long you been in this quote, unquoted, Hell-hole?"

It wasn't the world's greatest conversation starter... very bland really. But, it was something to, hopefully, relieve Gary's awkwardness a bit.

People had already forgotten the little bard's show, having been used to various outbursts. Jahova really wasn't someone prone to them anymore... but, for only God knows why, he just had the urge to play today... and it made him a potential friend. How nice.

[gary]

ooc: Mneh. We'll live. I just realised that Jahova went to Varron. Just wait until it's found out IC; should be spiffy.

ic:
Being to the point, asking a straight question, it seemed Jahova was trying to relieve Gary's tension. It helped a little; gave him something to respond to, and he knew how to. "It was only a 'hell-hole', as so delicately put it, when the Varronites arrived." On that note, a thought sparked from within; Gary didn't know this person, he would definitely remember seeing somebody with a face like his, so he had to be a transfer. Gary's stereotypical view that was steadily becoming more focused on the violent aspect of the students that had arrived allowed for him to not bother with asking about such a thing, no need to insult the guy by suggesting he was part of a minority that was generally disliked; although they were making some acquaintances with Hircine students.

ooc: oh, the irony of that!!!

ic:
"But, to answer your question, I've been here form the start of my high school days, and this is my first year." With a sigh he ended his reply, his mind wandering onto the topic of what was going to happen with the Varron population within Hircine. They seemed to be integrating into the system rather nicely, unless something unexpected and horrendous should happen. "What about you? I'm guessing you’re a transfer, been here long?"

[jahova]

Ooc: Who, may I ask, are you? Do you go by another name which i'd be more familiar with?

Gary had mentioned something about the Varron transfer. Jahova agreed, hell would probably be the only way to describe what they tended to leave in their wake. But, hopefully, Jahova was showing Gary a different side to the story. "Ya know Gary, us Varronites aren't so bad sometimes. I mean, I agree, the majority of us are your class A assholes. But, there are even some virtuous amongst these vices." Jahova was obviously using himself as an example there, although there was no way of Gary knowing how benevolent Jahova could really be.

He shook his head in reply to Gary's question, "Nope, I haven't been here very long at all. Now that I think about it... you can't really call me a transfer. I left Varron Academy before the big migration. For my own reasons mind you. But fate sort of guided my feet here to Hircine... funny isn't it? So, the question of wether or not i'm a transfer is debatable"

Jahova looked up at the sky and noticed just how beautiful it was, he wondered how many people on this earth were admiring the same blue sky. He wondered how many encounters were going on, how many lives unfurled under those aloof clouds. Then he lowered his head and just smiled to his new acquaintance.

[gary]

ooc: Not unless you paid particular attention to the members joining in the last 1-2 (maybe 3?) months on the old board; I RPed "Enid Felix". That's likely to be the only one you'd be familiar with.

ic:
The reply was something Gary was forced to think about. He was speaking to a Varron alumnus, even if this particular student left of his own accord, coming to Hircine through mere coincidence. But thus far, he had not shown the same attitude that the other Varronites seemed to portray effortlessly. Perhaps he could be considered as the diamond in the rough?

As Jahova took his gaze into the skies, Gary lapsed into brooding thought. Running ideas through his head, many of which contained the image of this person being pounded into the ground, Gary eventually came up with a response that was corresponding with his now slightly changed view on Varronites, "You're the first I've seen." It now seemed that the first Varronite so far would be accepted by Gary, a possible friendship still lingering in the midst of the two.

Jahova's head lowered, to smile at the Irishman. Something within meant the acquintance had to have it returned, accomanied by the feeling that something once lost was being returned, friends that could be relied upon. Thinking about what was happening right there, Gary had sudden stab of doubt; the exterior show of joy and general friendliness could easily be a show for all those on the outside to see, who knew what could really be going through this persons mind? But none-the-less, there was no reason to not put some sort of trust into him, so Gary would.

'A non-violent, for lack of a better term, 'confrontation'; with someone who went to Varron Academy, now could turn out to be the first person I've trusted enough to be called some sort of a friend. Not the school day I was expecting.'

Keeping the doubt in his mind pushed aside, Gary spoke through his smile, "Well, it seems that my stereotype view of the Varronites has been proven wrong. Transfer or not, you went there, you're proof of the ignorance I've refused to look beyond; good to see that there are those from Varron who don't have moral weakness."

[jahova]

ooc: sorry it took a while, kinda wrapped up in things.

Jahova just smiled as Gary made his comment, "You can find light everywhere, regardless of how dark it is..." He was obviously using a metaphor... Jahova tended to talk in them a lot. That was simply the best way that he knew how to explain things. It was harder to use literal terms.

Jahova stopped and gazed across the courtyard, a bunch of bullies (probably varronite) were attacking a defenseless nerd. Jahova thought to himself, "It looks like the brutality of Varron may never die... but, oh well..". Jahova looked at Gary, "Excuse me a moment my friend... I must right a wrong..."

Jahova ran over at an alarming speed and jumped into the circle, standing there with his arms hanging limply to his sides. That was his fighting stance... mediocre isn't it? The bullies said, "Hey Krueger, get the !@#@ out of our way!"

Jahova just smiled, "If I were blocking a path I probably would have considered it... but given the circumstance..." With that, he grabbed the guy's head and jumped up, driving his right knee into his face. It made a sickening crunch noise as his nose broke.

[gary]

'Not if I gouge out your... Wait, figure of speech... Heh'

A moment of silence found its uneventful way into the conversation as the gazes of both students were drawn towards a group that had begun to relentlessly attack one of the more "nerdy" students of Hircine.

Typical assault.

As Gary and Jahova turned to look at each other, Gary was slower to talking; then Jahova proceeded to run at the group, starting with the one who was presumed to be the ring leader. Naturally, things began by orders being shouted alongside insults; but after a quick reply there was the rather sickening sound of a nose smashing. While the victim of the bullies scrambled to his feet and ran, Gary started to walk into the direction Jahova had ran, there was little doubt as to who they were now advancing on or what they intended to do to this target.

ooc: Short, kinda distracted. Might edit it if you don't reply in the next day or so. Oh and, due to the way you've led the thread, things are very likely to get hostile