Reporting for duty (Ayal's debut thread, open)

[Ayal Nissim]

Out the door, 8:00
Down to the bus stop, 8:30
Bus arrives at school, 8:45
Through the front door, Ayal checked his watch, 8:46

Ayal ran over all the details of the school in his head, in his typical commando fashion. He had heard rumors about this school, how it had encouraged American students to be psychotic and power-driven. This Paragon Institute had apparently been created to contain some of the toughest and most insane students from the already unstable Hircine High. He had even read in the newspaper that the former principal of Hircine had been killed in a student riot, and the principal of the Paragon Institute was even more insane than the students he commanded.
Alright Nassim, you know what's going on here. You are isolated in a school full of halfway-competent and unorganized terrorists, most of which are too seperated to launch any coordinated operation. The key is to take down only who you have to to survive; overkill would attract attention. Of course, coming from Israel, Ayal knew what entirely competent organized fanatics could do, but he had never been alone taking them all down. The only time he had been alone, he had two tunnels drilled through his right arm by a sub-machine gun, and it was only God's grace that allowed his assailant to be taken out by the police.
Ayal hoped, for the love of Yahweh, he would not have to make that mistake again.
The minute Ayal stepped into the halls, he was well aware of his surroundings, a small hall and a few students. As was tradition he had picked up, Ayal scanned around for anything unusual, such as a trip wire or a concealed claymore. Ayal slowly reached for his leg holster, where he kept his Beretta pistol, but felt nothing; Ayal had left his pistol and knife with his father in Jerusalem, and not having the weapons he had carried for 4 years on him in an entirely new environment made his mind a little more on edge.
He slowly and carefully trod through the hall, his combat boots making small thumps against the lineolium as he did.
I wonder who's in charge here....?

[Seni Kalamafoni]

It was early. Seni had only gone to bed a few hours prior to waking again for school. As he walked to the front door he flicked a smoke off into the grass. The big Tongan adjusted his ball cap, tightened his belt, made sure his boots were tied up, and the black tee pressed. His flag hung out of the back left side of his back pocket.

Seni opened the door. Here we are, the Jungle. A bunch of crazy ass kids runnin round workin' each other over.[/color]

Most kids stayed away from the big Islander. His presence was felt where ever he went. Not very many people in the school, to what he had seen, were close to his size.

Seni saw a middle eastern looking, probably Jewish kid walked down the hall. He saw the kid reach for his hip.

Probably reachin' for a strap. Huh.[/color]

Seni stepped against the wall and leaned back watching this kid.

[Ayal Nissim]

Contact, 8'o clock
Ayal heard boots scraping against the ground and instinctively turned on his right heel and faced his new arrival. He quickly ran his hand across his thigh, but again, the Beretta wasn't there. He realized again a simple fact that required a lot of training.
This wasn't Israel, no one wanted to kill him yet, and he didn't have his gun.
Ayal relaxed a little as he faced the new arrival and put his hands by his sides. The guy he was facing was big, very big, very tanned, and smelled heavily of smoke. Ayal made a simple calculation:
He must be a commanding officer here, someone with influence or at least rank. I'd better start off the year off right then. Ayal quickly turned back to his acquaintance and straightened his stance, toes side by side, back erect, as waiting for instruction from a commanding officer.
"Sir, I'm sorry about my conduct, Sir. I'm just not used to being unarmed in a foreign land Sir." Ayal stated, a little louder than normal. "Please forgive me Sir!" Ayal looked straight ahead, waiting for his new "superior" to make any statement.

[Seni Kalamafoni]

"Sir, I'm sorry about my conduct, Sir. I'm just not used to being unarmed in a foreign land Sir."

The kid in front of Seni spoke pretty loudly. He was very rigid. Seni chuckled a little bit and rubbed his face.

"Listen fam, I'm no sir. You obviously are new here, me to. Names Paseni Kalamafoni, Seni for short." Seni stepped away from the wall and walked forward to Ayal.

This kid must be some sort of military or his family was really strict on shit. Probably from the middle east. Shit pops off all the time round there. Combat boots, yeah he's either real or a complete hard on.[/color]

"When did you get here, where you from? What the hell's your name fam." Seni stopped about 3 feet away from Ayal. Left hand in his pocket, right hand out, his feet slightly spread giving him good footing just in case someone came from the side or this new guy came at him.

Shit I need a smoke.[/color]

[Ayal Nissim]

Ayal relaxed his stance. "Sorry about that, Sir...erm, Seni." Ayal noticed his new acquaintance kept his distance, but did not make any advances. "My name is Ayal Eliezer Nissim, pleasure to meet you."

Ayal continued, "I assumed that, based on your size, that you were a drill instructor here, at least that was the case where I came from in Jerusalem. It's nice to know we're both new here, though I bet you're less new in America than I am. Either I'm not looking at things straight or Americans are crafty enough to hide IED's or machine gun emplacements better than in Israel, because I haven't seen anything happen yet."


"Come to think of it...." Ayal's mind traced off. For such a violent school as Paragon Institute, these people may or may not be smarter; I need to keep observing untill I'm sure there is no dire threat.
"Mr. Seni, you're the American expert; just how capable are these "students" here?"

[Seni Kalamafoni]

What the fuck is this kid talkin' about? Israel? He's a Jew, that explains a lot.[/color]

Seni stood where he was, his eyes sized up Ayal. He made some quick, if you could call a THC induced state of mind quick.

"Listen Ayal, do I look like a Drill Instructor? Now relax a little kid. You don't have to be all rigid and shit round here. Just take a break from being all stiff. Come on, lets go have a smoke, I need one." Seni motioned for Ayal to follow him.

Well Seni you don't have many friends, no one here bangs out, no one here throws up the right signs, this could be an friend or at the very least an ally.[/color]

[Ayal Nissim]

"Sounds amicable, Seni." Ayal nodded and followed Seni. Ayal's eyes started to scan around the lockers for any protruding knobs or trip wires; Ayal really didn't care what Seni said, he wasn't just gonna relax and get jumped by half-trained terrorists with simple explosives.
Ayal wasn't sure, but getting shot at a few hundred times and wounded by fanatics doesn't exactly make relaxing easy. Seni may mean well, but relaxing was not going to happen for this Israeli fighter just yet.

Of course, staying under the radar and having useful allies may prove to be useful to Ayal, he reasoned. Besides, it's not like smoking was a problem to him, he just didn't enjoy making a habit of it. He had snuck cigars and cigarettes out when he needed a break from being shot at or around, and the police were a little too busy dealing with bigger problems than busting a 13 year old with a smoke.

Suddenly, Ayal glanced down at his new ally's arm and his eyes opened a little more. His forearms were shredded beyond belief, somthing Ayal had seen plenty of times on his Krav instructors, but never on an American.
"If it's not personal Seni, what happened to your arms? They look..." Ayal tried to think of the right way to phrase it, "fucked up."

[Seni Kalamafoni]

Seni walked through the door, his mind processing the question about his arm. A cigarette to his lips, Seni sparked the smoke, and inhaled.

"I'm from Compton, California. Los Angeles County. The area down there, it's a fuckin' war zone. Bloods, Crips, MS-13, Hell's Angels, all of that shit. A bunch of street bred, militant, crazy ass kids and adults walkin' round with pistols, shotguns, and choppers...Or assault rifles. That's the environment I came from. I was orginally born in Tonga, a South Pacific Island, my pops moved here."

Seni kept on walking until they both came across a picnic table under an awning. Seni sat on top of the table, his back to a brick wall that was windowless.

"The scars...Don't worry about 'em. They're results of past choices," Seni inhaled on his smoke and offered one to Ayal, "want one?"

The kid is really on top of shit. He notices a lot of things. Details. His eyes are always moving.[/color]

[Ayal Nissim]

"Sure" Ayal nodded at Seni and took the cigarette from him. He twirled it around in his hands for a second, waiting for Seni to get a lighter ready.
"I guess my story's about the same. Where I come from, it's unusual for someone NOT to have a gun. Of course, these guys are less crazy, more driven; that's either good or bad, depending on who they're focused on killing." With that, Ayal rolled up his right sleeve, revealing two cuts.
"Sub-machine gun, Iranian religious fanatic, Jerusalem." Ayal said, again in his matter-of-fact tone. It's not like he was proud of being shot, but he wasn't really going to make an effort to hide it either. Getting shot was only pleasant if you could walk away from it without losing a limb anyway.
"As for gangs, we were about what traditional gangs should be; neighborhood defenders. Bunch of Jews with Berettas, Glocks, one guy managed to get a shotgun; it's not that we couldn't get heavier weapons, but ammo costs way more than kids like us could afford. But ,we were only there to protect one another, no jackings, no extortions, just keeping our street safe. How about you?" Ayal leaned over toward Seni, gently pushing his cigarette forward, "What was your gang like?"

[Seni Kalamafoni]

Seni passed over the lighter, he inhaled on his smoke, thinking.

"We were a bunch of bangers man. Little dudes runnin' the block, bangin' hammers, poppin' guns, stabbin', pushin' all sorts of drugs. Anything to make money. Thats what we were bout. Rowdy kids, payin' no attention to rules. Flagged up, throwin' up our signs." Seni mimiced the sign language he used to rep his steet gang.

"I was a soldier. Not much else. Just doin' what I had to do to get by." Seni inhaled again.

"Israel, so you know how to handle a strap...or pistol?" Seni questioned Ayal.

Damn, we could put work in on these street, me and this nigga.[/color]

[Ayal Nissim]

"Sure." Ayal said quietly, flicking the lighter a few times before the small flame flickered. " Knives, Berettas, Glocks, a Mac 10 once or twice... But I never really liked it." Ayal stuck the cigarette out over the flame for a second, letting it catch before he put it in his mouth. "Anyone can shoot when they've already got a drawn gun."
Ayal paused for a moment, trying to figure out the right American expression as he took a puff, letting the smoke slowly spill out of his mouth.
"The real money is when you can take a weapon away from someone else and use it on em. It takes a lot more Chutzpah to take a gun out of your own face too, and it's hard to see just how it's going to be done. In Israel, it was a hell of a lot more common to see, but doing this in America would make most threats cease to exist."
"Besides," Ayal looked out into space when he talked, "If you can stop a conflict with merely the THREAT of violence, why waste time actually making that violence?"

[Seni Kalamafoni]

Seni inhaled on the menthol smoke, he let the smoke slowly trail out of his nose. He undestood what Ayal was getting at but he knew Ayal had never dealt with blood thristy, money hungary wolves like the bangers he grew up around.

"Yeah, I understand fam. Listen, this weekend, I'ma take you out on the town. We'll roll around, have a good time here in San Fransisco. Take my number," Seni pulled out a pen and a zigzag paper. He scribbled his number down on the thin paper.

"Thats my work phone. You can reach me there at any time. Give me a call if you really wanna do somethin'. I'm sure somewhere 'round here has a place that we can go roll through, find somethin' to do." Seni stood up and stretched, flexing his arms, popping his back, and resituated his hat.

"This school is f-ckin' crazy man! Bunch of wanna be hard bodies move around tryin' to be the head bitch in a group full of bitches. Whats up with this man?" Seni started to walk away from the table.

[Ayal Nissim]

"Cool, let's do it then."
Ayal smoked the cigarette a little more as Seni walked away. He stared down at the grass, thinking about what just happened. It's obvious that this guy is an American gang-banger (I think that's the right word). It's also a safe bet that working with him will present some unique oppertunities to figure out American street wars.

Ayal looked up into the hot San Francisco sun and smiled a little. He wasn't sure about his brothers, but this Jew liked the oppertunity to gain knowledge, probably somthing he had inherited from Rabbi Costa. Knowing just what tactics he could use to counter these American terrorists was a welcome gift for him, and Ayal intended to use it for everything it was worth.

Suddenly, the bell in Paragon started ringing. Ayal checked his watch, smiled a little and stood up.

That's done... move em out.

OOC: And with that, the thread is closed. Good first thread if i say so myself.