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Post by watcher1 on Apr 4, 2008 7:04:08 GMT 1
(OOC: Open to all, though focus of course is on graduation seniors.)
Why? Why won't you just go away!?
The knocks just kept coming. No matter how long Jim Newhouses hid under his desk, they just kept pounding. Why, oh why did it come down to him? It was all a scheme just to make him uncomfortable. Yes. Yes that must be it! Well, good thing he could sit here all day!
"Mr. Newhouses? Vice Principal open up! We can see you through your office window for God's sake!"
At his secretary's words, Vice Principal Newhouses poked his head out the back of his desk, looking up and to his right. He saw the blinds wide open, with his secretary looking down at him with a scowl. He clenched his teeth, closing his eyes as he threw himself under the desk farther. If he got in deep enough, maybe they'd go away.
"We can still see you..." she sighed.
"N-no you cannot!" Mr. Newhouses replied, spasming in frustration out of situation.
"God dammit, Jim! You're right there! Get out this instant!"
Groaning, the Vice Principal began to crawl out from under his desk. He moved up into his chair, sitting back in it and pretending to be calm as he spoke. "I don't know why you're being so loud. The door is open."
"No. Its not."
He clenched his teeth and balled his fists in frustration once again, the anxiousness beginning to take a toll on the old man. Sighing, he got out of his chair and moved to the door, opening it and allowing his secretary in. She only told him what he already knew, but it didn't mean he was any more prepared for the situation.
It was Graduation Day.
Ushering his secretary back out the office, he moved over to the mirror, picking up his come and sliding it through his gray hair. The second he walked away from the mirror, his hair poofed back outwards, creating just as insecure of a look outside as he felt inside. Moving back towards the mirror, he picked up his notes and made his way outside.
The Seniors would have just done their stroll out and taken a seat in the middle, surrounded by other seating sections for the family. With the gymnasium a complete wreck from the riot a few weeks back, he'd had no choice but to move the graduation outside to the center of the football field, setting up folding chairs to face the recently built stage and podium. At least there was this good California weather.
Oh no! You probably jinxed it!
Clenching his teeth and shaking his fists once again, Vice Principal Newhouses only began to hate his life even more. Regardless, he began to walk up the stairs of the stage, moving towards the podium where he would stand, waiting for the music to stop.
"Greetings, and Welcome to Hircine High! Today we are gathered to honor and congratulate the graduation Senior Class of '08..."
(OOC: Make your intros, do your own thing up to this point, just be here.)
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Post by Valencia Donahue on Apr 4, 2008 7:35:11 GMT 1
Whaddya know... Valencia was able to graduate without MacMillan's claws on her fate after all. It's been a long several years at Hircine, complete with upheavals, Watchers, and whatever else that can be named. But the problem was that despite graduating, this wasn't going to be her last year here. She needed a steady paying job to offset the sporadic pay of being a stunt woman and lo and behold, that job was being a librarian's assistant. While that isn't bad news, what disappoints her is how her life will still be part of some monotonous cycle with nothing to prove that her adolescent years were worth much. Varron transfers? Who are they again? Stern? Ain't he shackled? Watchers? Watching who? Her personal problems in between were best left forgotten too, now that she thought about it. Long story short, the frumpy man replacing the devil-incarnate MacMillan seemed cheap and anti-climactic.
“They're lucky that the weather's been nice lately... Northern Californian weather is a jerk during the summer...”
Valencia didn't want to be here, but felt glad that the weather was cooperating. Once this day ends, she'll finally be free to pursue her future in a more dedicated fashion. She leaned back in her chair and gazed at the passing clouds... With a finger, she traced the shifting outlines, thinking about the silver-lining, as they would say...
Are there really people who liked it here...? I have to say, not everything about high school was bad... I've made friends, right? And had my fair share of decent distractions too...?
A couple faces came to mind, especially the more recent ones in her memory... She shut her eyes tightly and threw her arms over her face to block out the sun. The shade of the clouds left her exposed in her dress, the most formal she felt like dressing up as opposed to cooking to death in a cap and gown.
((OOC: Funurghabah.))
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Post by Gilsin on Apr 5, 2008 6:54:33 GMT 1
Ein's mind was chaos, thoughts fighting for dominance, a blank look would stay pasted to his face. He didn't know what to think, what to do. He had structured himself around one purpose, around one ideal, around one thought and now that was past. It was ending, it was done.
His body trembled. A constant shaking as he tried to contain himself, he tried to remain quiet. In a flash he had a vision of standing, grabbing his chair and lashing out at everyone and everything around him. If only he could destroy it all, if only he could stop it from happening, he'd have more time. The failure wouldn't be so visible.
A low growl would emit from his throat, a deep resentment welling up in himself. The idea, the words, spinning in his head. You were meant to fail.
Something else needed to happen, there would have to be something new. Everything would be changing now. He would truly be on his own in but a short time. He would only be by himself, things would have to change. He would have to change.
For the time being, nothing would and he could only be annoyed by the California sun beating down on his pale skin and the fact he couldn't stop shaking no matter what he tried.
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Post by Kei on Apr 6, 2008 8:24:36 GMT 1
This was going to be the last high school graduation he'll ever attend. Other than the fact that he believes that he will die young, all his family members have now graduated high school. With this being his younger brother's closure to childhood- and even his own- the unexpectedly pleasing catastrophe that became Kei's high school experience was finally a closed book. No more brawls, no more tragedies, no more stupidity. To him, it was just about God damned time. Him acting as a sort of substitute teacher was something he deemed an important test in his life. But, with things going the way his Varron-friends planned, he wasn't needed anymore. The tyrannical principal was gone, and everyone was done with Hircine. Though in all honesty, he really did consider remaining a teacher. He loved having a hand in shaping the future, and he loved knowing that everyday... he made kids a little smarter, happier, and aware of what the future might hold for them. However, his undying passion for professional soccer paved the way to his end. Keisuke absolutely loved the sport, and even though he would give up being a teacher, being world renown for something he truly loves was his dream. The World Cup, establishing his legend... this was his destiny. Keisuke stayed seated for a very short while, recognizing a few students whom he had acquainted (in school and out). Smiling at the angelic "blond," the laid-back Hispanic from Varron, and others, he stood up and went on a break. These ceremonies were always long and annoying, so "making a run for it" was in his mind, the best decision to make. Besides, it wasn't like he was coming back... the endings only important, afterall. As he stopped by the school gates, he tried to find something to lean on, but refused to once he realized how risky a mark on his blazer would be. In the mean time, laying out the foundation for the future was his only goal. For now anyways... ~Wow... moving here actually helped me out a lot. Fucking Varron.~ He began to laugh at the irony of his thoughts. ~Trying out for a team like the Galaxy wouldn't be a bad move at all. With all their publicity... and Beckham...~ A grin surfaced, influenced both by his ambition and the friendship he seemingly had with the breezing wind. ~I'll prove to be the best, and then off on my way to Europe.~ He always believed to have a better kick than the English superstar, and he stuck by it. Looking up to that enormous, blue sky, he scattered his dreams all over clouds. It was his warning to the world... that the waiting on both sides would soon come to an end. ... Keisuke Varial ...had finally graduated. OOC: Um... I didn't really plan this post, as it just hit me a moment before I actually started writing this. I wrote it to officially end Kei's story (damn, it feels weird saying that, but admittedly I know it only feels right). So, sorry Sham, no planned murder for Kei. Uh... Not planning to RP of course, though I'll do so if whatever; It's his final thread afterall.
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Post by Odin Reeves on Apr 7, 2008 3:41:47 GMT 1
Second school, second senior year, first graduation. They say good things come in pairs, but if that was the case then why wasn’t this Odin’s second attempt at graduating? It just seemed weird to have his high school experience end already, even if an extra year had been added onto his ‘sentence’. Looking around at the other graduates of the 2008 class he took comfort in knowing that he wasn’t the only one forced to wear such a dorky looking robe, and the cap made everything worse.
Peering to his right he saw his sisters all with camera’s out, taking pictures and laugh amongst themselves as they captured one of the few times their youngest brother truly felt humiliated. Of course he’d have to delete those pictures before they were uploaded onto a computer, but he had time to do that later. Looking past his sisters he noticed the distinguished features of his father, hair cut short like that of someone in the military, his body draped in a brown rented suit. He looked as though he was trying just as hard as his son to cover up how miserable he felt having to dress up. But, attached to his arm with her head resting on his shoulder was his mother. It seemed weird to see her dressed up in a… well, dress. Her scrubs seemed to be a second skin to her, and it wasn’t until now that he realized how beautiful his mother was.
Seeing his family made his happy, it had been a year since he had drove off from New York to finish off his last year of high school across the country, and despite the talks over the phone and a flight out every once and a while this was the first time he felt at piece while seeing them. Staring at them with a genuine smile he blushed softly as he came to truth that he was in fact happy to see them.
Flash!
‘That’s it. I’m just going to break those things. When’s this ceremony over?”
With devious thoughts of camera smashing in mind Odin rejoiced, as he looked forward and listened to the rest of the Vice Principles speech.
’Hm, I wonder how I avoided actually never being sent to the principles office, or even the vice-principles. Don’t tell me, I’m actually a good boy? Heh.
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Post by Shuya Katsumoto on Apr 7, 2008 12:56:38 GMT 1
‘This is so ridiculous…’ Shuya stared at the vice principle who only spoke a few words to all the seniors that were gathered here. After shaking his head at the small lonely man up there, Shuya’s gaze went through the audience. He recognized most students who stood there, all finished with their education at this school… all ready to leave this place behind them. Unfortunately, Shuya’s mind was set on staying here and with the recent turn of events, he there was a new spot that needed to be filled… and he knew there was a good shot at getting that spot. He noticed several students laughing and being cheerful about this day… the day where they had all worked so hard for to get to. Shuya’s grades had been great, but he hadn’t been working towards this point at all… Shuya felt that being here would lead to nothing… there wasn’t going to happen anything here. All the fighting had ended and with MacMillan out of the picture, the rebelling students had also calmed down. Shuya had no more business with the seniors who would leave this place… no, he had other plans. He would need to discuss urgent matters with a sophomore that would turn junior… an important sophomore to him. Making his way through the audience, Shuya pushed several seniors out of the way, but most didn’t seem to care, they were too happy about graduating. Shuya noticed Ein and Odin being in the crowd. For a second he wondered what they would be doing next, but he knew that there was no way to find that out now. He didn’t know either one of them well and a simple small talk wasn’t going to happen anyway. Before reaching the end of students, he noticed another individual… Valencia Donahue. ‘Shit! I forgot she was graduating too… hm, and I had planned to rely on her for the paper matters… she was good at that stuff… ah well, I guess there are more like her around here. Besides, I reckon she’s going to study some reporter’s education at university… I might offer her a job here anyway…’ He grinned at the thoughts, he was already planning things without being sure he would be the one to fill the open job. Finally pushing his way through the crowd he arrived at the sides of the football field. His departure from the group of seniors might’ve gone noticed, there weren’t too many seniors present here… but he didn’t really care. His diploma would find its way to him by mail… besides, he didn’t want to get on that stage… not yet. It was time to have his little talk… it was time to find Seth Calloway and make him an offer Seth would most probably not refuse. Now the only matter was finding Seth. But Shuya knew the man would be around here… he wouldn’t want to miss the graduation of some of the stronger students. Seth would probably know Shuya was going to graduate and from what Shuya had seen, Seth would understand that this would be the perfect time to have their conversation… Seth would have to be around… For now, he would continue his search outside. Seth might’ve been watching the spectacle from a small distance… Shuya had graduated… But Shuya would refuse on leaving this place behind, while there was so much left to do here… and finally, there would be a chance to change things from a position that would actually matter. Besides, who could make more difference than the man who politically controls the school? Who would have more power to change things, than a principle?”OOC: Continues here.
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Post by Pain Killer on Apr 8, 2008 3:19:04 GMT 1
So it's over already.
Frowning, Pain Killer stood a few feet away from his fellow seniors, his arms crossed in front of him as he looked at an open space, staring at nothing in particular. He'd refused to wear his graduation robes, and didn't have anything particularly fancy at home, and so he'd decided to go with what felt natural; a muscle shirt, trenchcoat, and jeans. While it certainly made him stand out from the norm, people had long gotten used to his unique style of dressing, causing barely even a glance. Adam's permanent bad mood, however, was slowly getting worse the longer he thought of what happened after graduation.
What's left after this? I didn't even accomplish anything while I was here, what am I supposed to do now? Work at Legion from now on?
Despite the fact he'd never admit it, he enjoyed working for the former gang leader. However, he wasn't sure such a job would exist forever. It was an odd feeling, thinking of his future, and the fact he couldn't predict it was infuriating. With a sigh, he looked towards the crowd, his eyes instinctively hunting down the purple hair of his sister. She was always happy, regardless of how angry he was; the sober Yin to his raging Yang. For once, however, she wasn't smiling, perhaps able to tell how troubled he was.
For now, there was nothing left but to wait out the ceremony.
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Post by Darren Blayne on Apr 8, 2008 23:27:50 GMT 1
Darren Blayne stretched out his arms, leaning back against the metal folding chair in order to pop his back. Unlike many others, who seemed rather at odds with this graduation, Darren welcomed it with the same calmness and stride he took most things.
He turned to his right, and watched Valencia, seated next to him, attempting to give herself some shade from the overbearing sunlight. A small half-smile formed on his face as he turned back, preferring not to be caught staring at the girl for any reason.
The year had passed, his last year as School Captain. Not only that, but with his grades, Darren would be graduating as Valedictorian of his class. It was an accolade he expected, in all honesty, and felt little more about it than about anything else.
There was one thing that nagged at him, however. The students.
Darren was never expected to be the Captain that he was. In the beginning, he was simply a puppet to MacMillan. No one expected him to be anything more than a thug, an enforcer of the Principal's laws. Yet he proved to be more. He was an enforcer, but he was fair in his judgment. When the Varronites had crossed the states to come to his school, he was the first to hold them responsible for their actions upon his school. And when the Watchers descended in the wake of Stern's riot, he and Tiao would be the foremost fighters for the students rights. All thought Darren was just another unfeeling, arrogant ass, smarter and stronger than almost everyone else and fully aware of it. When, where, and why he became more than that, no one fully understood. None of it mattered past this day, however.
From this day forth, he was no longer School Captain, no longer the keeper of his people. He would just be another teenager, let loose from the system.
Darren pushed his glasses back up on his face, closing his eyes as he reached under his gown to grab a ball-point pen, twirling it absentmindedly between his fingers. He knew all about the potentials. He knew Seth would, most likely, appoint himself Captain. He also knew the Varronite Tyler Scott would be the foremost challenger. The scenes and events played in his mind as if they had already happened. As much as the young Captain hated to admit it, Tiao would be lost without his guidance. The young man had all the potential in the world, the brains AND the skills, but he was always too rebellious, he was pushed that way by his father.
Darren looked over his shoulder and saw Tiao there, watching the ceremonies with a hawk's eye. A Pillar til the end, Tiao would be the first to step in if someone tried to pull anything. Darren made a mental note that, after the ceremonies, he would have a talk with the boy. Tiao didn't need to follow Darren around anymore, but it would not hurt to give him some parting words.
Looking forward once again, Darren nodded, to no one in particular but himself. The ceremonies would begin in full soon enough. Now was just a time to wait.
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Post by Seth Calloway on Apr 9, 2008 4:13:04 GMT 1
"Such a waste."
The owner of the disappointed voice stood underneath a tree, leaning against its trunk a small distance away from the graduation ceremony. His arms were crossed in front of him, the everpresent cigarette burning between his lips while he regarded the graduating Seniors. Many of them had shown great promise in the short time Seth had been at Hircine, but he'd never had a chance to meet with them, being forced instead to concentrate on larger matters.
"What do you mean?"
The soft voice came from his left, though the Sophomore didn't look towards his comrade; he knew perfectly well who it was. The girl had taken to following him around in the beginning, but had eventually grown bold enough to start conversations with him, something that had become more and more frequent after the school spirit assembly. Through such conversations, he'd learned her name was Tamara, and that she had joined Revelation after coming to one of the meetings at The Lion's Tooth. While he had likened her to being weak like Mae-Lim's lackey, Tamara had surprised him with her single-minded devotion, and had quickly become one of his most trusted confidantes.
"So much could easily be accomplished, if we had made contact with some of these Seniors early on. So much left unfinished."
"If you'd drawn from the Seniors, then the majority of Revelation's figureheads would be graduating."
The boy chuckled for a moment. Of course she was right, he'd already known that fact from the start. However, it didn't mean he had to like that fact. His eyes roamed across the graduating class, stopping briefly at those who were somewhat noteworthy. In particular, his gaze paused at the former leader of Genaht, disappointed that he wouldn't get to have the conversation he'd been meaning to have with the man. Still, for now he had more pressing concerns, and his gaze would only linger for a moment before moving on, searching for the one who he'd met in the Principal's office.
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Felix
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You think you have demons? My past is riddled with more than just your average demons.
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Post by Felix on Apr 9, 2008 18:18:53 GMT 1
Felix had been sitting there for what felt like a small eternity. He was waiting, waiting for time to slip on by so he could end this massive dissapointment in his life. He looked down, he was wearing just a cap and gown. It hadn't mattered in the end about choice of clothing, he had on his boots and khakis plus a tight undershirt should anything happen. 'Highly unlikely, but still possible in this of all places.' He felt the cool weight of the necklace he wore, gently using his hand to pull it up and examine it one last time.
'Memories that were and always will remain bittersweet now.' He allowed himself a small smile, figuring that he would eventually lay the necklace down in a drawer, and forget about it. He hadn't the money nor the want to go back to New York, and Raven was as just as elusive, though no doubt comfortable in her own life already. 'I'm done destroying good things.'
He looked at the seniors around him, some he knew, most just by face. He'd never actually took the time to meet and greet, he just never wanted to. He realized he was still holding his necklace, and gently placed it back down. He'd finally be free of this place, one way or the other. Graduation was just one of those ways.
He looked up as someone approached the podium, and shut himself down. It was going to be one hell of a boring speech, and he could use a little nap.
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