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Post by zeke on Aug 25, 2007 1:50:20 GMT 1
Zeke Arwen looked at the gigantic structure of Hircine High. "odd," he thought. "I didn't know they made schools this big. And i thought i had seen everything."
He walked through the front gates, and waved to his parents, who started to drive away.
"Another day, another transfer," he said to himself. "This school may look different, but if it's anything like the other schools i've been to, i'm probably going to run into someone getting beaten up in the next 30 seconds. Sure hope that doesn't happen."
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Post by jdmthe1st on Aug 25, 2007 2:10:03 GMT 1
The masked luchador walked through the schools again. He was walking when he saw a person, going through the front gates.
"This school may look different, but if it's anything like the other schools i've been to, i'm probably going to run into someone getting beaten up in the next 30 seconds. Sure hope that doesn't happen."
The luchador wanted to surprise Zeke, by proving him wrong. He walked up to him, after he said something, and he said with a smile:
"Hey, you a transfer student? This school isn't that bad, you just have to ignore alot of the stuff that goes on here. My name is Antonio. What's your name?"
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Post by traytaine on Aug 25, 2007 2:13:04 GMT 1
"It's not all t'at bad, assumin' your not the one causin' the trouble," towering close to two feet over the recently waving student, Traytaine spoke in a firm deep tone with his clearly Scottish accent pitching in. "Do y'ur homework, wipe y'ur own arse, keep y'ur he'd down," steel blue-gray eyes snapped onto the shorter figures face as he stepped past, two feet to the students left, and glared for a short moment. "An' you'll be a fine little sheep."
Traytaine had a clearly mocking, possibly threatening, tone. But it would be hard to tell due to his body language. Hidden underneath a large beige poncho, amusingly enough adding to his very gruff exterior with old blood stains. Beige poncho, army fatigue pants with a black bandanna strapped to his left thigh, and blond and red streaked hair. No fashion sense, or care to have any, whatsoever. "Do y'urself a favor, lad," Traytaine rolled his neck forward and smirked crookedly, giving only the smallest recognition to the masked student. "Don't get y'urself a sheperd. Nor friends."
OOC: For future note~> I'm spelling wrong in an attempt to convey his accent a bit better.
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Post by zeke on Aug 25, 2007 2:18:16 GMT 1
doing his best not to let the large kid's comment bother him, he answered the other kid, who appeared to be a luchador.
"i'm Zeke." he said. "You can probably tell, but i just got here. But Who's the other guy?"
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Post by jdmthe1st on Aug 25, 2007 2:23:49 GMT 1
Antonio looked, and noticed another guy. He wasn't really paying attention to what this other guy said. But he looked and said
"I don't know him to be honest. Never seen him before. I been here for awhile, so you'll be fine. If you can defend yourself at any level, you should be fine here."
Antonio addressed the other guy, with a smile on his face.
"You need friends, to have a healthy social life. It's part of what being a person is all about. But I haven't seen you here before............uh..........who are you?"
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Post by traytaine on Aug 25, 2007 2:30:49 GMT 1
"Bein' human is about survival, boyo. Survival don't need friends," he eyed the masked boy over, deciding fairly quickly that he was about as crazy as good ol' Victor. "'Sides, I wouldn't make friends with a faceless lil' bastard."
Traytaine had squared himself with the two, momentarily interested with them. Maybe only because the two of them were a bit amusing to insult. Hopefully because they'd fight. "An' if you think fightin' on any level be enough I'd like to see ya survive any fight."
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Post by zeke on Aug 25, 2007 2:33:47 GMT 1
OOC: Sorry about that. you took so long to respond that i started writing first.
"if that's a challenge, i refuse. i don't start fights. I only defend myself and others." said zeke. "so antonio, where should i go since i'm a new student?"
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Post by jdmthe1st on Aug 25, 2007 2:41:36 GMT 1
"Bein' human is about survival, boyo. Survival don't need friends,"
Antonio thought about this statement, and it sounded funny the way it was said. He thought a little bit more, but before he could say anything he was stopped by another response.
"'Sides, I wouldn't make friends with a faceless lil' bastard."
Antonio had a response for this, but before he could say anything, the stranger jumped the gun again.
An' if you think fightin' on any level be enough I'd like to see ya survive any fight."
"Survival is about living from what I understand. If you were stranded in a jungle all alone, with no weapons, and a guy walks up to you, and says 'Take my gun, food, and we can get out together.' That's survival, you don't have to be alone, but if you choose to be that way, you can, and I guess that still could be survival. I think it's tougher to survive without friends, and by fighting, at least I think so."
"nice to meet you, antonio. yeah i can defend myself. so where should i go first, since i'm a new student?"
"You should go to class, before you worry anything else. We all deserve an education, so we might as well learn. But you have alot of time though, so if you want I can guide you around the school. What's your first class?"
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Post by zeke on Aug 25, 2007 2:44:49 GMT 1
Zeke thought a second, and it occured to him that he had no idea what his schedule was.
"uh... that's the problem. They never gave me a schedule. it might have gotten lost in the mail, i don't know." he gave the situation more thought: "is there a homeroom or something?"
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Post by traytaine on Aug 25, 2007 2:48:06 GMT 1
Traytaine raised his brow a bit as the masked boy spoke again. The scenario presented him was pathetic. A large, toothy, grin displayed itself without pause. "If I was stranded in a jungle I'd camp out and eat some roasted insects." He then raised his brow and smirked. "What y'ur blabin' on about is weakness. Needin' someone else to save y'ur arse." He would completely ignore the talk of class. It was growing obvious that he wouldn't be getting much more out of these two. He'd soon walk off most likely.
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Post by jdmthe1st on Aug 25, 2007 2:49:45 GMT 1
"uh... that's the problem. They never gave me a schedule. it might have gotten lost in the mail, i don't know." he gave the situation more thought: "is there a homeroom or something?"
Antonio looked shocked a little bit, then he smiled again, and said:
"No problem. You will have a homeroom, but we need to go down to the main office, so the advisors can print you out a schedule for your classes. That won't take long. Anyways let's get going."
Antonio walked with Zeke, and he waved with a friendly smile back to Traytaine, and then stopped, then said
"Excuse us, I need to help him. Thank you for talking to us uh.........what's your name? I wasn't introduced to you, and I haven't seen you here before."
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Post by traytaine on Aug 25, 2007 3:13:39 GMT 1
Traytaine, taking insult to the fact Antonio didn't bother another retort, turned his head and spat down at the masked boys shoes. "What ye do speaks louder than what ye say, boyo." He wouldn't say anything else at this point, just turn and walk away as though they hadn't existed in the first place.
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Post by zeke on Aug 25, 2007 3:17:03 GMT 1
Zeke didn't know what to think about the stranger. because people jumped to conclusions about him, he made it an effort not to take first impressions very seriously, but it was hard with this guy. "So anyway, what were you saying?"
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Post by jdmthe1st on Aug 25, 2007 3:22:39 GMT 1
"So anyway, what were you saying?"
Antonio thought for a bit, then his eyes lit up. He just remembered what he said. It's almost like he wasn't paying attention to his own words.
"Eh....... let him go. Anyways, we should go to the main room, we can get a print out of your schedule there. It's not that far either."
Antonio started walking down campus, to a big building that was just near where Zeke entered. Both of them would walk in, and they would see people working. A nearby voice shouted out:
"Can I help you?"
Antonio jumped, and then regained himself quickly. He said with a smile:
"We need a print out of his schedule, there was one never mailed to him."
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Post by zeke on Aug 25, 2007 3:35:10 GMT 1
"This is Zeke-"said antonio, until he realized that he didn't know zeke's last name.
"Arwen." Said Zeke. I'm new here.
"Ah. So you need a schedule? I can help you there." said the man. he went through some drawers, and pulled out a sheet of paper.
"here you go... oh dear. tough luck for you. your homeroom is on the other end of the school, and homeroom starts in about a minute. better hurry and explain why you're late."
Zeke smiled. this happened to him once before. only he had 30 seconds. And he wasn't late.
"i'll be going then", said Zeke, and he walked out. Antonio left the office room just in time to see Zeke sprint off towards his Homeroom faster than he had ever seen anyone run.
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Post by jdmthe1st on Aug 25, 2007 3:39:19 GMT 1
"i'll be going then"he said. Antonio sprinted with Zeke, and said
"Your homeroom is right around here. It's W122, from what I saw on the schedule."
Both of them reached the homeroom, and Antonio handed a card with his cell phone number on it to Zeke.
"Call me if you want to hang out, or if you need anything. But go in, and explain why you are late. I don't think they will be mad, if it's your first day. But then again, who knows. Hey take care Zeke!"
Antonio ran off, he had to go to his homeroom period as well.
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Post by zeke on Aug 25, 2007 3:48:23 GMT 1
"All right, i'll see you around." said zeke. he went into the homeroom, just as the bell rang.
((CLOSED))
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