Post by Derek Grant on Mar 3, 2009 22:49:30 GMT 1
This schools hierarchy seemed to rely on reputation to get by. I mean, the foundations, and finance counted on the school's reputation of being a black-sheep purifier. The method for doing so seemed to be a chain of stories, possibly exaggerated, of the principal, the school captains and the 'pillars'. It was a Fascist dictatorship, using psychosomatic demoralisation to break a fighters spirit, and transform the student body into a grey, lifeless river of conformity. It sickened Derek.
Either way, all good plans rely on attention, and the only way to get attention from more than a few was through reputation, and the best way to get a reputation in this school was beating the mindless thugs at there own game.
Human nature is a simple concept. A reaction to constant belittling is physical violence, as is a reaction to constant demoralising. If a student is punished via corporal punishment, emotions build, confusion going hand in hand with it. Who do these emotions pass too? It rarely goes to the teachers, and even more rarely goes to the pillars because of their threatening reputation. So it passes to the underdogs. The thought of morsels lower than these thugs made Derek chuckle.
Derek figured an average way to build a name would be to 'take care' of a few of these dogs. Sure, it might not be too efficient, but it's a start, a few nice, relaxed tasks to start off. Hopefully he would catch the attention of a few.
An ideal situation opened for him, then again in a school like this it wouldn't take long. Ahead of him he saw a man, a large man barging through the guards with no concern or etiquette. How grotesque. What a grunt. He was certainly intimidating to most, broad, long hair, heavy, presumably quite strong, but it's incredible how many people mistake strength for weight. Derek intentionally made no indication of moving. Of course his weight, coupled with his strength was no match, and he was shoved slightly, but the guy turned, and made a sarcastic comment, which is what he really wanted.
Derek turned, smiling, and said "'Scuse me mongoloid." The guy turned, trying to make himself look threatening, made himself look more like a pug with a stomach ache. "What yoo say?!" 'How many mistakes can you make in one statement?'. Derek outstretched a finger and pointed to the guys shirt. "You got something there..." He said smiling, the guy looked down moronically. Derek grabbed the guy's right wrist with his left hand, and twisted it behind his back. He moved with the momentum, slammed his palm of his free hand against the back of the guys head, and shoved it with tremendous force into the lockers to Derek's left. The sound resonated through the corridor, amplified, 'Probably through his hollow skull' Derek thought.
He squatted down, and said "Jesus..." Chuckling to himself, looking around at the onlookers through his shades. "If you fall for something like that you never had much hope! Look at you! Floored after something so insignificant! That's the problem with people like you, all form, no function. It's all good being big and all, but you need to harness it." Derek paused momentarily, and tilted his head to one side. "You listening to me?" he grabbed a tuft of the back of the guys hair and lifted his head. His nose was bleeding, his cheek was mishapen, and his eyes were closed. He was unconscious.
"Fuck!" Derek exclaimed irritably, strolling off, adjusting his shades, and stuffing his hands in his pockets.
Either way, all good plans rely on attention, and the only way to get attention from more than a few was through reputation, and the best way to get a reputation in this school was beating the mindless thugs at there own game.
Human nature is a simple concept. A reaction to constant belittling is physical violence, as is a reaction to constant demoralising. If a student is punished via corporal punishment, emotions build, confusion going hand in hand with it. Who do these emotions pass too? It rarely goes to the teachers, and even more rarely goes to the pillars because of their threatening reputation. So it passes to the underdogs. The thought of morsels lower than these thugs made Derek chuckle.
Derek figured an average way to build a name would be to 'take care' of a few of these dogs. Sure, it might not be too efficient, but it's a start, a few nice, relaxed tasks to start off. Hopefully he would catch the attention of a few.
An ideal situation opened for him, then again in a school like this it wouldn't take long. Ahead of him he saw a man, a large man barging through the guards with no concern or etiquette. How grotesque. What a grunt. He was certainly intimidating to most, broad, long hair, heavy, presumably quite strong, but it's incredible how many people mistake strength for weight. Derek intentionally made no indication of moving. Of course his weight, coupled with his strength was no match, and he was shoved slightly, but the guy turned, and made a sarcastic comment, which is what he really wanted.
Derek turned, smiling, and said "'Scuse me mongoloid." The guy turned, trying to make himself look threatening, made himself look more like a pug with a stomach ache. "What yoo say?!" 'How many mistakes can you make in one statement?'. Derek outstretched a finger and pointed to the guys shirt. "You got something there..." He said smiling, the guy looked down moronically. Derek grabbed the guy's right wrist with his left hand, and twisted it behind his back. He moved with the momentum, slammed his palm of his free hand against the back of the guys head, and shoved it with tremendous force into the lockers to Derek's left. The sound resonated through the corridor, amplified, 'Probably through his hollow skull' Derek thought.
He squatted down, and said "Jesus..." Chuckling to himself, looking around at the onlookers through his shades. "If you fall for something like that you never had much hope! Look at you! Floored after something so insignificant! That's the problem with people like you, all form, no function. It's all good being big and all, but you need to harness it." Derek paused momentarily, and tilted his head to one side. "You listening to me?" he grabbed a tuft of the back of the guys hair and lifted his head. His nose was bleeding, his cheek was mishapen, and his eyes were closed. He was unconscious.
"Fuck!" Derek exclaimed irritably, strolling off, adjusting his shades, and stuffing his hands in his pockets.
