J'adore America (Open)

[kej]

Rays of morning sunlight seeped into the dim hotel room through the cracks in the blinds, illuminating the area somewhat. The Monegasque youth lay in his bed motionless, unaffected by the little light that managed to crawl into the room. His face hung off the bed a bit, a habit he had gotten into due to the saliva that escapes from his mouth as he sleeps, though it usually only happens an hour or so before he wakes up. A few minutes later he began to stir in a half-awakened state before finally opening his eyes, immediately rubbing out the crust in them, yawning, stretching, and rising from the bed. The small puddle of drool present on the floor next to his bed was a welcome sight; ever since he had came to the U.S. things have been taking a turn for the better; he had actually thought it would be quite the opposite, with him being on the run and in such unfamiliar territory and everything. After cleaning up the mess he left behind he made his way to the washroom to clean himself up for first day at school; though he'd been living here for about two weeks or so, he hadn't bothered enrolling in school since there were other things that held precedence over education (to him, at least) that he had to take care of. Now that those things were dealt with, school was the next thing on his 'to do' list.

The dark circles of insomnia once present under his eyes were now barely noticeable unless one was to pay specific attention to his eyes, and after taking a shower he wrapped a fresh set of bandages around his waist, his bruised, possibly cracked rib causing him some discomfort as he did so. "Hm, wonder if that Kyu goes to this high school I'm planning to enroll in... he seemed like a nice guy; though, I can't make such an assumption after just fighting him for a few minutes." Hooking a chain from his lip ring to his earring and fastening the studded leather collar around his neck, with the accessories aside he decided to throw on a plain white, long-sleeved collared shirt and black slacks. The youth grabbed his wallet and keys, buttoning up his shirt as he left the hotel room and eventually, the hotel. Looking back at the name of the hotel, he thought, "Heh, The Rochefort Hotel... I should probably find another place; if I recall correctly, Taiku mentioned they had residences on the school campus... I shouldn't burden Valeria with these troubles. That reminds me... I should get access to the internet soon so I could ask her how she and my sister are doing."

A few misunderstandings and difficulties later, the silver-haired youth arrived on the school grounds; though, the misunderstandings and difficulties didn't end here. He wandered around the campus aimlessly, reading, or trying to read, rather, the signs placed at points that were meant to help people. Vaguely understanding the signs, he managed to go in the correct direction and was now wandering aimlessly around the residential area of campus. Standing in between three of what he assumed were residential buildings, he began to debate whether or not he should go inside one of the buildings or go inside the school first. "Uh, fuck. I didn't think about this until I got here; how exactly do I get a dorm? Would I ask in the building or ask at the school? Maybe one of the students will help me..." the young man continued, glancing at a group as he passed them, deciding against asking them as their disposition didn't exactly scream 'friendly'. A few metres away the sound of approaching footsteps were heard, and Sieghardt already knew what it was. Should he run? The other week he had fended off two attackers in a parking lot, but this was group of around six or seven. "Hey faggot, I saw you looking at me!"

"Fuck," he mentally cursed, "I knew it, but it's a school; they wouldn't do anything stupid now, would they? Then again... it's America, I have no idea how things work here." He continued to walk.

"Yo, fucking queer! Are you deaf or dumb or somethin'!?" and that's when he felt someone roughly grasp onto his shoulder. Turning around quickly, pivoting on his left foot, the shoulder was now out of the boy's reach, but he was still holding on and was pulled forward. Sieghardt used this opportunity to shove him, sending him tumbling backward into his crew from being off balance. "Looks like we got one angry flamer here," he understood a few of the words in the sentence, but still, none of it made sense to him. He knew some words in English had multiple meanings, and for each of those meanings numerous other words, and that their sentence structure is all fucked up, so he simply said, his French accent accompanying it "Angry?"

"Huh? Looks like we got a foreigner here, boys. We may have to welcome him him to the school and the country," he paused for a moment as his buddies chuckled, and continued, "You see, I don't know what it's like where you're from, but over here, emo faggots like you don't belong. What's with this shit, anyway?" the boy talking then reached for the chain linking his ear to his lip, to which Sieghardt instinctively stepped back. "I just wanna see it. You know, you're too pretty to be a boy. Not even just a pretty-boy; you look like a fucking girl," his teeth clenched at these words; though he could only make out a few, he simply pieced the words together and came to a conclusion. Those words reminded of someone he resented, someone he couldn't think about without his blood boiling or a look of contempt crossing his face. The next few words that were spoken fell upon deaf ears, and when he reached for the chain again, Sieghardt didn't just step back this time, but followed up with a back kick, sending the boy flying into his group and even knocking a few down. He coughed and gasped for air, the kick hitting him square in the ribcage. That sudden kick was from the initial onset of adrenaline, and now he decided it was time for the 'flight' part rather than 'fight'.

Sieghardt turned to run, but before he could his arm was grabbed and he was thrown into the hard concrete side of one of the buildings. Before he could recover from the blow and react, he received a fist to the face, then another to the eye before he got his guard up. Peering through the opening between his forearms he lifted up his leg and shoved away a few assailants. Then, from the blind spot caused by his guard, a knee to his stomach; this winded him and caused him to lower his guard and hold his stomach as he gasped for air. During his downtime he got clocked in the face a few times, but when someone got a hold of his chain his right hand instantly shot up and gripped onto the wrist whose hand was grasping his chain. Sieghardt could take multiples blows to the face, ribs, hell, most places on his body, but for some reason he had the imminent fear of his piercings being ripped off his face.

"Fuck," was all he could mutter as he fended off the students by shoving them away with his leg or deflecting blows with his free arm while trying to prevent the other guy from ripping metal out of his face, but even doing that wasn't enough. He was constantly getting socked in the face, his lip busted open and the inside of his cheek cut. His left eye was split and a bit swollen, its blood trickling down his face. It was a long shot, but it wasn't as if his situation could get any worse; he quickly thought of the English word, and exclaimed with a mouth full of blood,

"Help!"

[koenig]

(It was a rather normal day for me so far. Everything seemed to be going like it had for the past couple of days....normal. Lighting a cigarette as I walked towards the school, I inhaled the smoked and exhaled with a deep relaxed sigh. That sigh was replaced with a grimace as I looked over to see the little altercation begin. The student who had started the altercation was one who I had seen many times. His name was Steven, one of the basketball players. One who thought he was tough shit, tought enough to outnumber a kid seven to one.

Hearing the kid scream for help I walked towards the group. The kid closest to me was blindsided with a hard right hook that he never saw coming. Due to these facts any man would be dropped. As he fell I yelled)

"STEVEN"

(As he turned he was met with a hard right cross to the jaw. As he staggered backwards he cursed, with their attention diverted from the beaten and battered student I yelled at him)

"RUN, I GOT THIS"

(As I yelled this to the student my attention was diverted from my opponents. Due to this mye head snapped back as a powerful knee met my chin. Reeling backwards as blood flew from my mouth I leapt forward instantly and threw a superman punch. As It connected I felt the satisfaction of the mans nose crunching from the force. As he staggered back my satusfaction was replaced with pain as two more hard shots connected on me. One to the stomach and one to my face. Staggering backwards i kept my hands up and sized up my size opponents. I didn't know if the student ran or not, I only hoped he did since he didn't seem like the type to fight)

[kej]

"This is it, huh?" Sieghardt thought, with each punch he was become more numb, and everything was getting quieter, and he felt sleepy. Even the few hits to his tender ribs had failed to register as his grip slowly loosened from the student's arm and his half-assed guard lowered. He was teetering on the edge of unconsciousness, that is, until he heard something that seemed out of place, "Steven!" was all he heard before the students that were wailing on him averted their attention elsewhere. The grip he had on the boy's arm had been regained, and when the boy went to join his buddies to beat on the other guy, Sieghardt rotated and brought the boy's left arm over his left shoulder. Grabbing the arm with both hands as he turned, he bent his knees slightly and used them to help throw the boy's body over his shoulder, the throw preformed fluidly. "Run, I got this!" the person, whom he assumed to be a student, exclaimed from behind the group. Before he did so, he gave the grounded student a swift kick to the head, and as he turned to leave he decided to help the student out a bit. Grabbing two of the attackers' by their collars, he moved in a wide circle and threw both of them to the hard concrete floor. Sieghardt figured he helped enough; he had to get medical attention, anyway. As he ran he went out of his way to leap from one of the floored students' head to the other.

Clutching his side as he began to feel the pain of his injured ribs, he suddenly felt tired and weak, but he continued to run until he stumbled some distance away from the school, and eventually ended up on the ground on his hands and knees. Blood was dripping from the cut over his eye, as well as from the inside of his mouth. Spitting out the mixture of blood and saliva, he looked down at his white shirt, soiled with his blood. "Great, I sure look presentable on my first day of school," he thought, mentally chuckling at his own wise crack, "I think I'll just lay here for a bit and rest..." was the last thought he had before slipping out of consciousness.

[lazy]

I guess I shouldn't have played so much CounterStrike last night.

Kai walked down the street, a bit drowsy, occasionally swerving to the side a bit. To passerby, he might have been drunk or half-conscious. He yawned as he walked, clutching at the strings of his cinch bag, pulling it tighter to his body. He saw something on the ground, but did not recognize it, so he just kept walking towards it in his half-asleep daze. Maybe no one will notice. I always look like I'm half-asleep.

Spak.

Kai tripped over something, and landed on his forearms, pain shooting through his body. What a place to sleep, hobo, he thought, turning around, only to see that it wasn't a hobo, but in fact a....boy? A boy that looked a bit like a girl? Kai did a double-take when he saw that the boy was covered in blood. Kai instantly became wide-awake, looking around the area for enemies. No. If he was mugged, they'd have run off. He gingerly shook the boy, trying to get him awake.

"Psst. Rise and shine, little boy."

I'm going to be late for this.... Kai thought sullenly, staying by the boy's side. Or worse, I'll get in trouble again....

[J.T.]

Joey was lost in thought as he walked down the sidewalk near the dorms. He loved beautiful days like this and couldn't help but skip school and take it all in. His attention began to center back to his surroundings as he saw a girl pass out at the end of the sidewalk. 'Uh oh, heat stroke I bet. Better check it out.' he thought to himself coolly, quickening his pace now that he had a destination.

Just then, Joey heard an angry yell coming from his right side. Looking over, he saw a group of about 7 guys surrounding a red haired boy. The boy seemed to be holding his own, but Joey didn't want to pass up an opportunity to get in a fight. He needed some excitement and this seemed to be just what he was waiting for. Glancing over at the girl, he saw a boy softly shaking her. 'That guy will take care of her. I guess this means I'm free to take care of this situation.' he thought to himself, gleaming.

As he jogged over to the fight, he noticed something familiar about the boy that was fighting. He couldn't put his finger on it, but he was quite sure that they had met before. "Care if I even the odds?" he asked the boy, announcing his arrival into fray. As he asked this, the two men closest to him turned around, ready to fight.

"You don't know me, do you?" he asked them before grabbing the right one's throat and quickly throwing him into the other one, sending them both to the floor. He then went on to pick them both off the ground by their faces and slam their heads together as hard as he could until they were bleeding profusely.

Done with them, he turned around to assist the boy with the remaining opponents.

"We can talk about where I know you from after this, k?" he said to the boy as he picked out his next victim.