Introducing Himself to the New Environment (Open)

[jellar]

There was Jellar Feint, making it to his first day of school in Hircine High. Thousands of thoughts flew through his head concerning the school and concerning friends back from Varron. It was apparent that the Varronites were a minority, but Jellar had no idea what kind of faces would be shown by Hircinians to him when he was revealed as a fellow Varronite as well. Although, Jellar would admit, he was quite different from the other Varronites in the aspect that he appreciated his grades over senseless fights, Jellar was not expecting any difference in Hircinian behavior toward himself.

Walking to the school, he followed the flow of students through the front doors. No one seemed to pay much attention to him, which was good. None of these Hircinians could tell that Jellar was in fact a Varronite, which was good. Jellar looked down at his schedule, seeing which class was for first period. It showed AP Calculus, room 141. 'Now where would that be...?' he thought to himself silently. Glancing around, he found signs giving room numbers for certain hallways. Gathering that information, he quickly made an educated guess that room 141 would be straight down and to the right after the fourth hallway.

It seemed he was right.

Upon entrance to the room, he was noticed by just about everyone else in the class. The class had been together for a whole semester and a week already, so it was no surprise that Jellar was in fact a foreigner. Whispers had already sprouted out between the Hircinians, most of which were probably directed to Jellar. After confronting the teacher, Jellar was instructed to sit down in the back corner, which seemingly was the only open desk in the room. Two Hircinians sat to his front and to his right, and there were not making any effort to interact with Jellar. 'Maybe they already think that I'm a Varronite...?'

Soon enough, the students in the class arrived and class began. The first thing the teacher did was introduce Jellar to the class. Were it an evil scheme or just courtesy, Jellar did not know, but regardless, it gave disapproving stares to himself from the Hircinians once the introduction was over. It consisted of himself saying, "Hello everyone. My name is Jellar Feint, and I am attending school as a junior this year. I have transferred from another school for this year as a result of its closure. Maybe some of you have heard already, but I am from... Varron Academy."

It seemed like a wave of distaste flooded across the room at those last two words. He took back his seat and sat down in a calm mood, just waiting to proceed with class.

After the lesson, which Jellar found quite easy, homework worksheets were being passed out in the manner of giving the beginning of each row the assigned number and having them take one and pass it back. When the small stack of papers reached the desk of the one in front of Jellar, it stopped. Of course, Jellar had to prod the student in front of him for his worksheet, but a totally unexpected reaction came from him when he turned around. "What are you guys doing in our school?!" he whispered fiercely, giving Jellar the worksheet at the same time. Certainly, Jellar was not feeling welcome, and certainly, the student was not appreciated Jellar's presence. Jellar apologized with a simple "sorry" and then minded his own business.

'So that's how we're treated, huh...?'

The day passed by, each class having to introduce himself, and each time getting disapproving stares. All of this same repeated pattern resulted in himself failing to even look for fellow Varronites, so if one had been in his same class he would not have noticed.

He made is way out of the school once the day was over and sat on a bench that was in the grounds, exhausted from the constant pressure the Hircinians were giving, and now still giving as they walked by. It seemed he was already announced as a Varronite to the entire school, probably through rumors and gossips. He laid his head back, his backpack on the ground in front of him when he was confronted by someone...

[archangel5871]

Kiyoshi's day had been pretty long and uneventful. The only news he heard from anyone was about the damned Varronites and who they were and what they were like, most of which was negatively exaggerated. He waited outside a classroom on the second floor just before second block got out; waited for his friend Maki to get out of class so they could go over some things before third block began, but that never happened. As class let out and the student streamed from the doorway, Maki as well as few other Hircians were talking loudly about some Varron -- as if they had anything better to talk about.

Maki and the two others stopped next to Kiyoshi and continued their conversation until a young man walked out of the classroom, one of the last ones out. The small group then proceeded to taunt and throw out vulgarities at this Varronite until he was out of sight. Kiyoshi could only question their motives and he stayed silent and shook his head in disapproval. He later found out that this Varronite's name was Jellar Feist and he planned to make amends if he could on behalf of his so-called friends.

~Later that day...~

This Varronite that sat before him would hear someone clearing their throat behind him and to his left, loud enough to draw this one boy's attention, but not enough to draw any other attention. Kuro allowed a moment to pass before clearing his throat again, only a little louder this time, because he was met with either pure ignorance or perhaps that this Varronite hadn't heard him the first time. Another moment, and still no reaction...

"Excuse me? Jellar, I presume?" Kurohyou says almost in a monotone, expressing little if no emotion whatsoever. He takes a few steps forward and to his left, moving to stand just forward and left of this Jellar character. "Yeah... Jellar it is. Well, I just came to say something, if that's alright? Oh yeah, and the name is Kurohyou, the Panther." Kiyoshi said, giving his namesake instead of his real name and holding out a hand.

[jellar]

A man came and indeed confronted Jellar. Hell, he even knew Jellar's name. The tone of the confrontation was not exactly what one would call friendly, so Jellar naturally kept alert in case this man came pursuing any sort of hostile intentions. 'Probably another Hircinian aiming to say something derogatory towards me,' he thought to himself. Before he could confirm his name for the man, who was clearly taller than Jellar by far, he continued and gave his own name, offering a hand.

Sitting up straight now, Jellar took the hand of Kurohyou, the Panther and gave it a firm tug as was courteous. 'Kurohyou the Panther? Quite an intruiging name,' he thought. With that, Jellar simply said, "Nice to meet you..." he paused, not quite sure what to call him, whether it be Kurohyou or Panther, but he decided with the former because of it's more sounding like a name. "...Kurohyou. Go ahead and say whatever you want."

Jellar sat up slightly anxiously now, still alert for whatever this guy might do. Kurohyou's intentions were not revealed to be either hostile or friendly, so all there was to do was to be ready for both situations.

[archangel5871]

Jellar took his hand and shook it, though seeming somewhat hesitant in doing so. He did the expected welcome things that everybody did on auto-react: shake hand, 'nice to meet you', etc. Then he added a sentence to the end of the short introduction.

"Go ahead and say whatever you want."

The words came at something of a surprise to Kurohyou and came off a bit hostile. Jellar's posture was tense, giving the idea of expecting something; or even expecting to do something. After a moment, Kuro just smiled awkwardly and raked a hand through his hair from his forehead back before continuing on to say what he was going to say and be done with it.

"Likewise... I came to apologize for my 'friends' earlier today, it was totally uncalled for. I'm not really like the majority around here; I'd rather not lower myself to that level." he said, his posture very relaxed and what little movement he did make quite fluid; very cat-like. He shrugged and with a sigh went on to say, "Again, sorry. And one more thing... Walk out while you can. You don't belong here..." His last words were cold and unfeeling, a warning or threat at best. They would come as quite a shock after the previous speech, and with that he turned and began to walk away.

((He is still open to interaction, he has not left yet.))

[jellar]

(OOC: Sorry for the extremely late reply. Been busy with school and haven't had a chance to get on)

Much to his surprise, Jellar received a warm set of words coming from Kurohyou's mouth. An apology, one that Jellar never thought he would get from the Hircinians, had actually come in the aftermath of his day. Not showing much facial appreciation, although he did feel appreciation on the inside, Jellar accepted the apology with a simple "It's no problem."

However, even more to his surprise, was the following comment. The intentions of this man suddenly bewildered Jellar. 'First he comes here to apologize to me, and then he tells me to get out? What kind of objective is he trying to accomplish here?' he thought quietly. Taking a few seconds to comprehend the words he spoke, which almost left Jellar in a state of shock, he decided to pursue the subject.

Not even standing from the bench, Jellar simple spoke barely loud enough for Kurohyou to hear, yet these words would only belong to the general mutter of the students surrounding. "And why don't I belong here...?"

Jellar was not sure if his actions were of the right choice. It could have been seen as a provocation, or maybe an honest question, or maybe just a petty defense for himself against Kurohyou's words. However, Jellar concluded that he had did that to see how a Hircinian really thinks of a Varronian. This Kurohyou could be set as one to represent the whole.

[archangel5871]

His retreat was cut short by a word from Jellar. "And why don't I belong here...?" Kuro stopped and stood a moment, allowing the words to sink in. 'Why don't I belong here...?' Why doesn't he belong here? Fool. he thought, turning his head slowly with his body following in one fluid motion. He smirks briefly with an inaudible scoff and brushes the hair from his face.

"This just isn't your place. Everyone has somewhere to be and this just isn't it for you, buddy. Simply put: your place is somewhere else, I suggest you find it. I suggest all the Varronites find it and go there instead because if they don't, there'll be trouble..." he says plainly in an 'as-a-matter-of-fact' kind of tone, taking a few steps back toward Jellar. He stops a few feet in front of Jellar and crosses his arms, taking a closed stance facing him as if the conversation were already over before it had begun. Unfortunately this was far from the truth, Kuro felt, because he was sure, through previous encounters, that someone from Varron wouldn't take kindly to his friendly warning and try to push the subject.

((Sorry for shortness, I've also been quite busy and I just saw you had replied and I figured I'd get back asap.))

[jellar]

To Jellar, it seemed like Kurohyou was waiting for Jellar to say something. The man came back to Jellar, and then answered Jellar's question 'why.' As expected, his response was filled with reasons null of evidence and a threat. As of now, Jellar began to think this Hircinian was worse than the ones he had encountered earlier in the day. Reasoning with this guy would take too much effort and thus was out of the question.

Considering his options, Jellar felt that pursuing the topic would lead to more conflict. Hostility would shoot up, and a fight between the two might even break out, if the feelings were strong enough. If that were the case, Hircinians all around would definitely see Varronites in an even worse light, so Jellar decided that walking away was the best option. Empty insults and jeers were the only thing to gain from debating the right of Varronites to remain in Hircine High.

Another thing Jellar noticed was the hint of provocation in Kurohyou's words. It was truly nothing new. Living his life in Varron, provocation was all he ever received in his younger years, both in New York City and Hong Kong. This was no different at all.

Jellar stood from the bench he was sitting, obviously no longer in the mood to remain there. Picking up his backpack and swinging it around his shoulder while carefully securing the straps around his arms, Jellar looked at the man, straight in the eye. The height of the man was very intimidating, but Jellar needed to ignore it. The man was creeping into Jellar's patience, which even if it was very large, could still be provoked. It was simply time to leave.

"Kurohyou," Jellar said, almost monotone, "I thank you for you apology and I'll have you know that it's accepted. However, I'm not seeking to pursue this topic that will obviously increase hostile feelings towards both of us, so I suggest we drop the topic now."

Hopefully, Jellar had not sounded as Kurohyou in the sense of provocation. In any case, it was too late to change that now. He began walking away, back facing Kurohyou yet alert of his presence at the same time. He was headed home, unless there was something to disturb that.

[archangel5871]

A couple of Hircine students had been eying the relatively small confrontation for a little while and were now chortling amongst themselves placing bets on who would strike first, Kurohyou payed little heed to their hushed voices and kept his posture before the Varronite. He simply glared at them a moment, causing the group to go back to what they were doing shortly before yet still mumbling about the fight they hoped would ensue.

Kuro realized his words were harsh and threatening, but what other way could he test the Varronite's fuse. If the rumours he heard were true, the young man would inevitably lash out at him but this one was somewhat different than the others he had encountered. He seemed a little annoyed, Kuro thought, but he didn't give in to the provocations. This amused and interested him in the most analytical way and gave him more reason to pursue something with this one. One of the few that seemed to have a head on their shoulders rather than a chip.

Kurohyou smirked as Jellar looked him in the eye and accepted the apology and said the most reasonable thing he heard in the past couple days from a Varronite. Then he did the most interesting thing yet in their conversation, he turned his back to Kurohyou. Sure Kuro had done this earlier on but he had quite a few Hircine students nearby that would jump in, but Jellar had almost no one in the general area that was on call if he needed it. Surprising amount of trust and confidence was shown through this and Kiyoshi felt a newfound respect for this one Varronite; perhaps there were more like him out there...

"I must apologize again, for my words this time. I wanted to see what you were, and I have seen. It was a pleasure, Jellar, and perhaps we may meet again. My warnings still stand, nonetheless, because there are those out there that will do anything to get Varron out of Hircine. I, myself, am neutral. Anyway, good afternoon, Jellar, take it easy." Kuro says at the retreating Jellar and turns himself, going the opposite way across the lush grass.

[jellar]

(OOC: And now, a short closure...)

A tiny smirk crept across Jellar's face as he listened to Kurohyou's final words before the two would part. Whether the man was an ally or an enemy, Jellar was still unsure on how to classify him, but he commanded a level of respect from Jellar already. Simply by avoiding the fight, the man had walked away. Jellar had not faltered in his gait either.

'Is he a good representation of the Hircine student body?' he thought, unsure whether to generalize the Hircinians based on this example. In either way, Jellar was apt to find out more in the future through confrontation of more Hircinians. He was wanting to get home about now, so he quickened his pace and left the scene, away from the disapproving glares of the other Hircinians about.