Outcast there, Outcast here [open]

[kenshin]

The long walk to Hircine was very peaceful to him. A change in scenery was good for him. This city, San Francisco started reminding him of home. The sun, the warmth, it was all quite nice. A while later he had officially set foot in Hircine high school grounds. 'Well now didn't the artchitectual artisans pimp this place out.' His mind played. He walked in with a warm smile, however he did not receive the same. He kept forgetting he had originated from Varron Academy, Also known as "Satan's Wok" which he had started calling it. He had been given the most unfriendly looks and emotions from anyones faces. These faces were almost as if this school was twice as Depressing as Varron was. Think of a million Misanthrope's looking at you in the face. That much of glares and fist shakes he had received.

Whoop-ty Fucking doo...and hello to you assholes.. his mind sent to all. His facial expression was dull. HE didn't smile or frown. His face was plain as he walked down the hall of Hircine high to the office. Once he stepped in he was given a program for his class schedule. he merely stuffed the entire paper into his coat pocket and continued out the door. Infront of the door is where he received a glare from this kid with glasses. By appearance, he is probably a math club member or some other Lower class Nerd. Raphael simply looked back to the locker filled hallways and continued on. The Nerdy kid got a pen out of his pocket protector and simply threw it at Raph. Raphael Knew deep inside, that this kid would try something. The look in his eyes were somewhat blood thirsty, or atleast thats what the kid was trying to make it look.

So within a pure act of instinct, Raphael grabbed the pen without looking back. THe boy looked in horro as Raphael turned around, with an evil glare in his eyes. He walked back slowly, almost like a Lion stalking its prey. When he approached the kid, Raphael held out the pen and spoke very quietly, "This your pen...?". THe Kid nodded obdiently. Raphael flipped the pen in his hand 2 times before placing it slowly back into the kids pocket and whispered. "Im not like every single DIck head in Varron...but i to have a temper....so WATCH it...prick..." he said with a devil's smile. And with that he trodded off to his locker, where the Kid simply fell back in utter shock and disbelief.

He finally found the location of his new locker. 1089 his mind rememberd from that moment on. He played with his lock andtook it off. He stuffed his whole back pack in along with his schedule. But he couldn't shake the feeling that someone was along side the other side of his locker door. with a sudden impulse he closed his locker door and looked.

[Shamino Warhen Ph.D]

"Boo."

Shamino's left arm slammed into Raphael's right shoulder with an open palm. However, instead of being friendly, it was the kind of sudden motion that would slam Raphael's other shoulder into his locker, probably causing a dull, throbbing pain for the rest of the day and a possible bruise. "Ahhh sorry about that." Shamino said, as his other hand adjusted his glasses. "Its just. I saw you try and be fancy with that kid's pen." Shamino said as a butterfly knife opened and closed casually in the hand that had shoved Raphael. "And well, I just had to show you a bit of actual skill, something you can aspire to when you grow up." Shamino had been flipping the knife in various opening and closing forms. He had done it twice in a windmill fashion, he had bounced the dull edge of the knife off of his index finger twice to get it to close, and he had even opened it with the bite handle out, catching it with his middle finger, and bouncing the safety handle off of it to close it again. All of these moves done with well practiced, blurlike motions. "So if I see your fat ass trying to twirl pens in front of future math professors again. I'll make sure you never twirl anything again, ever, got it?"

Shamino gave a pleasant smile as his other hand stroked down his facial hair, his thumb tapping the side of his own face. However, his attention was very much so on Raphael, so at anytime during his small rant should Raphael get agressive, he would be easily able to abandon said rant and begin combat. However, something about the obese young man in front of him told him he would listen.

[kenshin]

(And for the Record...He aint obese . He toned his body so his upper and lower body is strong. He basically has a six pack.)

Boo? were people expecting me to put on a show or something? He thought annoyed. He then felt the sudden force of someones hand push onto his shoulder, driving it to the locker with force. ow...Dick... He thought, his eyes shut with fury. However, he did hear the opening and closing of a pocket knife. "so your pissed at me for Twilring his own pen infrotn of his face? either your overly Dramatic or just..." HE then started to hear this kid finish his little Rant. "ok get the Wax out of your ears and keep these in note. 1. Boy take a look at me? do i look Fat? don't think so. and i bet you aint Mr. universe either. 2. Since when did people start to care about their future and the future of others?...ok i do. Trust me when i say i do. But since im in this school, i take shit from nobody, Your lucky i dont turn around and take that knife and....well you probably know the rest. As for myself being here. The reason why you didnt see me take his pen and stab it in his artery...well....ive come to terms and be a man of peace...a missionary...a man who looks down to the little guy....and lend a helping hand or so." He said to his mysterious Knife weilding Captor. Even thought he felt this person was deadly, he also thought he was different then everyone else.

[koenig]

(As raphael finished his little rant back to shamino a tone of laughter could be heard from beside raphael. Closing my open locker which was about three lockers from raphs i turned to him)

"hahahaha, raphael, you should speak carefully, especially when your talking to shamino warhen. I would gladly pay you one thousand dollars if you could even come close to taking his knife from him and using it aginst him before he guts you like a pig."

(I said with a smile as i popped a piece of gum into my mouth and offered the pack first to shamino then raphael)

"besides shamino does have a point, at this school you should learn to turn the other cheek, especially when some little kid throws a pen at you. It's not like he hurt you or anything, so why bother trying to make yourself look all fancy and cool, when in reality you are just showing everyone else how childish you are acting."

(I said as I leaned on the locker right beside raphael. I knew he was no match for shamino since I had fought shamino a long time ago at varron and I knew many strong fighters who had and couldn't even hold there own against him.)

[Shamino Warhen Ph.D]

(And for the record? If you are 5'9-11 and two hundred and fifty POUNDS?! YOU are now OFFICALLY clinically obese, and you are asking for diabetes and other health related issues.)

"You look down to the little guy. But you'll scare the living hell out of the little guy. You'll lend a helping hand, only if the other one is throwing punches. You're a hypocrite. A heretic, and I guarantee you no religion would sanctify the likes of you." As a teacher turned the corner the knife folded and slid into his sleeve, as he raised his arm to level with his head. With his other hand he took the piece of gum offered to him, and placed it in his mouth. He bit down. "You should take a piece of advice from Bruce. A piece from any other Varronite..."


As the teacher walked down the hall, and turned the corner...

"BITCH!?[/i][/u] Do you not know who I AM!? I'm Shamino Warhen! I smash you in the arm and you ask for TWO MORE with a pleasant smile! I'm in a bad mood, with all you Varron kids arriving here. Mixing with these Hircine kids. Stay out of trouble, and don't bother me too much. "

[kenshin]

(your a very depressing Person anyway....think what you will.)

So with his face still to the locker, he was still continuing his conversation with his captor, til he now heard the voice of a newcomer. "I would gladly pay you one thousand dollars if you could even come close to taking his knife from him and using it aginst him before he guts you like a pig.". He now decided to keep that thought and offer in mind. "Thanks for the Idea Kid..." he said plainly. He continued on to hear him scold about him. 'I've bet you have been waiting for me to say this...' he thought. He closed his eys for a few and sighed outloud.

"OK. I admit i looked and acted like a jackass twirling the kids pen in his face. But i only acted like that on impulse, and not by action. So i am sorry you two..." He said with smirk. And then he continued to Here this knife weilder slander him. "Really? And yet i get held up at knife point for pen twirling? are you sure im really a hypocrit? And you right and wrong about one thing. I may act like a heretic, But im not. And i have no religion my Knife weilding friend..."

He then heard the footsteps of what he thought would be another Varronite or Hircinian. But with a glance out of his eye he saw a teacher. And like on cue in a broadway show, The kid scolded loudly at him. Smirking some he decided to play along. "o-ok! ok! p-please don't hurt me!" he said acting scared at knife point. He then saw the teacher high tail it down the hallway. Raphael simply sighed and breathed. "Anything else you wanna talk about?"

[Shamino Warhen Ph.D]

Raphael, with his look on the locker still, wouldn't be able to see the fist that slammed into the side of his face, smashing clean into his jaw with a force rarely seen by someone who was only 5'10. The attack, if completed, would leave Raphael with either a dislocated jaw, or his head smashing off the locker.


"Oh. And welcome to San Francisco... Mother Fucker"

[koenig]

(As I watched shamino continue to banter raphael I smiled inwardley. He did deserve this somewhat, even if hsamino was taking it a little too far. As I watched raphael try to banter words back slightly I sighed and shook my head. This was not what raphael should be doing.

Taking a step forward so that i was closer to the two I saw shamino throw a hard punch for raphaels jaw. Taking a step forward I intercepted the punch with my right forearm to stop it from hitting him)

"I'm sorry sir, I may not be the best of friends with raphael, hell I could care less if you beat him up, but all your doing is proving that we are in fact bloodthirsty animals....especially with that teacher watching"

(I said indicating with my head to the teacher who was now walking backa round the corner to see if in fact a fight would break out. I did not want varrons reputation to be brought down even more by fighting in the school)

"please shamino, if you feel the need to hurt him bring it outside"

(I said to him with my arm still up in the air. I did not know how shamino would respond, I hoped he would respect my wishes. I in no way intended to disrespect him since I shoed him the respect he deserved by calling him sir)

[Shamino Warhen Ph.D]

Shamino had sent his punch straight for Raphael's jaw. But he saw out of the corner of his eye a forearm coming inwards. You fucking idiot! Shamino thought just as he curved his arm upwards. The punch would then go right over the forearm, and Bruce would feel a knuckle scrap against his clothing. The punch would, thanks to Raphael still staring at the wall, hopefully intercept and slam into his face, even if it wasn't his properly calculated jaw. Once he felt the brushing of his knuckles against the jaw of Raphael, his other arm would shoot out to knock out the breath of Bruce with a quick jab to his chest. Bruce and Raphael's backs both covered Shamino's movements. He muttered, so they both could hear.

"I don't think you all quite remember just who you're dealing with... I'm not a Varronite. I'm Shamino Warhen."

[koenig]

(As he curved his arm more and i felt his knuckle scrape me I muttered to myself)

"fuck"

(Only to have a jab sent to my stomach winding me. Taking a half step back as I breathed deeply trying to fill my lungs with air i stared at shamino)

"shamino I may respect your abilities more then any other fighter, but that does not mean i will be as timid as ralph here and stand here while you hit me"

(i said as i watched him intently waiting for anythig else he might throw at me. I knew that if i fought him i could not win...but winning was not the point, if i was going to be Me I would not back down to anyone)

"I know exactly who i'm dealing with shamino one of the best fighters varron used to have, but you can't intimdate me that easily"

(I said with a grin as i watched the teacher staring at us intently...I may not want to make varron look any worse, but shamino had just made it apparent that he did not care about the reputation)

"so if you wish to continue this please lets step outside, if you do not wish to step outside then I guess i will have to settle with fighting you here...unless you are finished"

(I said to him..I stil was not trying to insult him but if he wished for a fight then i would gladly give him one)

[kenshin]

(A bit bland, but i got nothin for now)

He simply had his eyes shut and was ready to take whatever Judgement This Shamino Character was going to dish out upon him. 'Yes...dish it ouit and get it over with...' he thought hopelessly., but looked from the corner of his eye to see Bruce Intercept the shot. Shamino was able to still give Raph the painful punch he was expecting to send to His face. Once again....OW... His mind played. But however he felt a slight dislocation in his Jaw. Oh god if i ever geta chance to deal ith you it'll be too soon... He thoguth again as he took time dealing with the Pain. He then listened to bruce start counter Bantering Shamino. "I'm sorry sir, I may not be the best of friends with raphael, hell I could care less if you beat him up," He heard that part first. 'Way to look out for a follow knight...' He sighed listening on. "but all your doing is proving that we are in fact bloodthirsty animals....especially with that teacher watching". "I can vouch for that..." He said plainly. He rather didn't care what Shamino would do next to him. All he wanted to do now was just get the hell out of this school and far away from this Shamino Character. However, he felt he needed to say one more thing before he high tailed it out.

"I'm Shamino Warhen...You say it like your something special....but honestly, from just meeting you now, and just hearing What Bruce said...I need to see it to believe it. Words don't mean shit in Varron, and they won't mean shit here in San Francisco. First off...you say your Not a Varronite, But il Admit ive heard alot about your name in Varron, i believe you used to own a restaurant. Sorry to hear about it. But what really gets to me is that You say your not a Varonite, But seriously Mr. Warhen You Are. If there is anything i learned back home in polermo Italy is to never forget your heritage. And honestly, sicne i lived in Varron for a long time, ive come to terms that Varron was a 2nd home to me. I am an Italian...And a Varronite...and i am Proud." He said finally. He simply started walking down the hall. He stopped midway to the stairs and hollerd back. "And if anyone cause me Ralph One more Goddamn time, Il show you why im feared in my Neighborhood in Polermo. And if you Mr. Shamino Warhen wanna find me and continue this Intelectual conversation, then just come look for me." He said, turning his head and looking at the 2 students. "Because im bored right now...plus i need to apply ice to my jaw..." he said rubbing his Jaw lightly and turning forward once more.

(Fixed Completely. Kid learn to lighten up and simply PM me the problem.)

[Shamino Warhen Ph.D]

( i never had you in a hold, or a grip. my punch still connected if you read Bruce's post. You're unconscious or with a busted jaw. Stop modding =/ )

[Shamino Warhen Ph.D]

(never call me a kid again. Your jaw is dislocated, so you wouldn't be able to talk anyways, ne?)



Raphael turned his back on a man he had just really, really pissed off. So it would come to no suprise that when Raphael turned, and Bruce was distracted, that Shamino would, in an aggrivated way, take his left hand, and smash Raphael's head into the locker. Raphael's right temple would slam against the locker with force, and Shamino would adjust just suit, walking off briskly.


"Mother Fucker."


He walked briskly past two Hircine students, not bothering to turn his head and look at them. The teacher around the corner? Would leave as soon as he heard a locker slam. Being proud of living in a city for two measley years? I'm a Swedish landed immigrant. Not some idiot from the east coast. And that is one of the fattest Italian kids I have ever seen. With the fattest mouth, too. [/i