Meeting on the roof (hand members ONLY!)

[Dean]

Dean stood on the roof of the apartment complex closest to the school and gazed over the school as everyone was leaving to go home, during sixth period a message had been sent to all Hand of Fate members that had come to San Francisco reading “Come to the roof of the apartment block nearest to the school” It wasn’t a hard request and the ones who did get the message wouldn’t have trouble getting there.

Dean studied the outside of the school, the way it looks, how it’s built, and how easy it could be to hide around it. Dean had heard stories about the school its captain and its pillars but Dean didn’t care. Dean had arranged for a meeting to announce his take over of The Hand of Fate.

~Flashback~

Dean peered around the corner and unloaded yet another ammunition clip at the police/swat teams down the hall “Why won’t you people just die!” Dean shouted to himself as he searched for another clip, there weren’t any and Dean resisted the urge to sprint down the hall and fight them with his fists, but he knew it would be suicide, but then Dean heard something “Consider this your field promotion to Officer… The real successor to my job wouldn't be able to keep everything together. That will be your job now. Any problems with that?” Dean kept looking forward and with a smile he nodded. An explosion from a grenade went off and they ran into a room behind them, with Kvist and Seta at his side he moved a large shelf revealing a hole to escape from. Things became a blur after the words “Get out! NOW!” were shouted as Dean went through this hole and moved the shelf behind him.

~End flashback~

Dean had wandered what had happened to Kvist, was he dead? Or was he alive? Either way Dean would find out sooner or later. Dean’s coat started to blow about in the wind as Dean started to get impatient and began to pace up and down until the door leading to the roof creaked and Dean’s head shot to it to see someone enter.

[tank]

I sat on a bench. My old school Nike's on white in colour. My faded black jeans with a black t-shirt. But that was covered by My Abbercombe and Finch coat. I looked like a football hooligan but these Yanks wouldn't know what one of those where. Dam i missed football on a Saturday! i didn't play it but hell i watched it. nothing better than to be in a pub with an illegal pint a pack of ready salted crisps and the footie. But then again over here that would be called. A beer with some potato chips and the soccer. Dam yanks changing the great British language. Yes they had changed it alright, and they had the cheek to say that people form england talked funny. The language was called ENGLISH! bloody yanks.

A weird strange sound could be heard if anyone was near me. A loud in-human like yawn escaped my open mouth and i showed my Borden. I felt a vibration from my pocket. A message, very nice who wanted to chat to Tanky boy then. I slipped my hand in the pocket of my black faded jeans and whipped out my cell.
Flipping it open i saw a familiar name and i smiled.

DEAN

Wonder if he was transfered to? Hope so, he would have some info on Kvist and what the hell is going on with the hand I read the message quickly, taking it all into account. Since i had not gotten the message from Kvist i was instantly curious. What the feck is going on here then? Well it didn't matter i would be there. Tank was still part of the hand and i would be. It was the sign off the god dam hand. You were with them until you died.

I got up from the bench i was sitting on, all boredom gone. Replaced by curiosity and excitement. Hopefully a couple of friends would be at this meeting. We had some good times, fair enough we were a bunch of complete and utter lunatics but hey they times we had.
I shook myself from My memories and made my way to the destination of the meeting. It did not take long for me to get to the destination. Because it was simply around the corner or the block (bloody Americans) but anyway i was there in no time making my way to the top of the complex. I found the door to the roof and pushed it open. My was greeted To the sight of dean staring straight at me. A massive grin would appear on my face as i walked up to him. My deep British almost cockney accent ringing out.

"Ello mate!, hows my buddy doin eh?"

I would hold my hand out for a hand shake before continuing.

"So what the heck has been happening? Wheres everyone else and our leader?..... Oh and what a bloody result at the edge eh! did you see the fucker burn! Dam it was cool. Yea my meat and to veg still hurt from that one" I would joke hoping to keep the mood light and friendly. Try to make it seem to any un seen eyes that we were just friends catching up on old times.

Then i would take a packet of cigarettes from my coat pocket after that and light it with my siggy Zippo. The bright blue white and red union jack on it shining as the flame lit my fag.

[J.T.]

(OOC- That's enough of your ruined English, Tank. Its soccer. The End.)

"Damn, Is this all that's here?" Joey asked as his head poked up over the side of the building. He had attached suction cups to his hands and had climbed all the way up to the roof in a show of his own strangeness.

After pulling himself up onto the roof, he unattached the suction cups and tossed them back over the edge, hitting a jogger that was running by the building.

"So uh, where is Kvist?" he asked, looking around the empty roof. He didn't much like the feeling he got upon realizing the Hand of Fate leader's absence at the meeting. 'I bet he is just waiting to make a more dramatic appearance.' he tried to assure himself, not really believing it.

Joey then walked over to Tank and waited for him to be done with his lighter before snatching it and lighting five cigarettes, sticking them all in his mouth at the same time before handing the lighter back. He could tell this wasn't good news, and he wanted to properly prepare to take it.

[Director Troutman]

ooc: Call this an interesting little twist for you kids.... -grin- Only people I noted on it are to post in here as well, I hope you don't mind my own little addition to this, but I figured I'd kick things up a gear....

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The sound of a pair of very expensive shoes clicked lightly across the smooth, polished floors of the dormitories corridors as he walked in stoic silence, flanked by a few students who accompanied him. To his right, the captain of Hircine High matched his pace in the same silence, his demeanour quiet and reserved just like the two others to his side...They already knew why he had summoned them to accompany him, having had an interesting phone call to his office earlier this afternoon....

-Earlier-

As he flipped through a budget form for the new semester, skimming the details of the division of the schools funding, he puffed silently on a small cigar and leaned back into his seat, exhaling the deep plume of smoke with a quiet sigh as the ringing began...Tilting his head lightly at the shrill tone of the machine, he set the cigar into an ashtray and picked up the receiver, clearing his throat before speaking into it lightly...

"Principal MacMillan speaking..."

"Hello sir, I'm calling from security at Dorm. Alpha...We've got some students on the roof...."

"...That's nothing unusual, the students have every right to be on the roof of their dorm building, so long as they aren't creating trouble..."

"That's the thing, sir...They aren't residents of this dorm, none of them. On top of it, they're Varronites..."

A brief pause on the other end of the line hung for a moment before Liam spoke again, this time his voice a little rushed, but with no exasperation in it..."Are they still on CCTV...?"

"Yeah, there's three of them, one just arrived a minute ago...."

"Tell me, is there a rather large black student among them, and I do mean large, easily pushing six and a half feet, bulky....."

"Uhm, actually, there is.....How did you...."

"Keep an eye on that rooftop, make sure that all Hircinian students stay away from it as best you can."

"Y-yes, Mr. MacMillan...."

Letting the receiver drop, he picked up a small pager on his desk and skimmed through the preset numbers stored on it...Selecting the one he wanted, he set it off and simply sat back in his seat....Darren Blayne, the captain, would be receiving a message to rally up the other pillars and head for his office immediately. Standing from his desk, he picked up the cigar again and took a few small, quick puffs to reignite the embers, letting the smoke billow away heavily before setting it between his lips as he fished around in a small storage box, finding a folder and setting it on his desk as he waited on the others arriving....

-Back to present-

Turning to face Darren as he walked, his eyes shifting just enough to look at the younger man, he spoke quietly as they neared the door to the roof of the dorm building, passing a few slightly startled students whose heads poked out of their doors long enough to see the principal, confusion on their faces as he paused at the stairway with the other three.

"Not one of you will lift a hand to them unless they antagonise the situation. We're just going to make it clear that they can't expect to hide these sort of actions on my schools property...Understood?"

Assenting nods from the others were enough for him as he pushed the door open and began to make his way up the stairs, taking his time. After all, this was the only way in and out of the rooftop aside from a very high fall. Even the fire escapes were a good twenty feet below them, and it wouldn't be safe on any students part to try leaping onto it...Pausing at the top, he motioned with a wry smirk to the other three for them to carry on ahead and onto the flat of the roof to the three students that would be atop it...

-Earlier, after the paging-

The three sat in front of him as he slid the folder across the table to them, spinning it to face them so they could read the contents of the pages headlined 'The Hand Of Fate'....Allowing a few moments for the information to sink in, he sighed and leaned back in his seat, folding his arms...

"Needless to say, they're not exactly choirboys. On the other hand, until they actually do something, we can't take action, but we can drop in on them....", as he spoke, he stood and motioned for the others to follow him as he walked from the office in silence, across the slightly worn floor of the main lobby and outside of the building, slowing his pace as the others came to his side, glancing both ways to them...

With a hint of irritance in his voice, he slipped his palms into his pockets and began to walk again, crossing the main courtyards toward the Dorm with a calm pace..."These kids apparently are one of the main reasons for their old school being closed down, they torched the headquarters of an ex-classmate who led a rival gang named Legion, the counterbalance to them, so to speak, and basically incited trouble...Other things were rumoured but never proven, so I think it's best to nip this in the bud as quickly as possible. They may have gotten away with that crap at their old school, but they won't be so free to roam here...."

-Present, once again-

Standing calmly in the doorway, the folder tucked under one of his arms, he watched with a barely hidden smirk as the top students of his school made their presence known to these newcomers, these Varron kids...

'Not one of you know what you're up against, it's almost sad to watch...' he thought, a quiet chuckle escaping his lips...

[seta]

"How troublesome." Seta mumbled as he looked at his cellphone, recieving a text message that asked for Hand members presense. What made him a bit surprised was that it wasn't he nor Kvist giving out this message but instead one of the officer's since they'd be the only one to have Seta's cellphone number. The destination of the meeting was not too far away but he couldn't help but scoff at it. Having a meeting on a roof of a dorm wasn't exactly the best way to assure no one listened in to the conversation. It would have been far better to meet somewhere like inside a van or something but it didn't matter. What mattered really was that a meeting was being held and after what had happened not too long ago, it seemed like it be rather mandatory to make it there,

"I suppose I will drop by." he mumbled under his breath as he made his way toward the destination. Within a few minutes, Seta found himself walking toward the door that would lead to the roof, noticing a few people going up there as well. Seta's back quickly found a wall, not allowing his presence to be detected yet as he looked out a little bit, knowing that those gentlemen were obviously not part of the Hand,

'I knew someone would just HAVE to come an evesdrop... problem is I can't afford to kick their asses at this moment. It be 3 vs 1 from what I can make out and unless I made it in self-defense I would get arrested soon after that if I somehow managed to take on all three.' he thought, watching as the men quickly opened the door and made their way up the stairs. Seta shook his head, giving a silent sigh as he slowly made his way closer, his hands finding themselves in his pockets as he walked past the man blocknig the doorway, barely bumping past him,

"Good day gentlemen." he said casually, waving his hand to the three Hand of Fate members that were atop this building. Seta stopped approximately three feet away from Tank, cracking his neck as he looked over to the other three that had decided to make their way up the stairs. He quickly looked over toward them, taking into account a rough estimate of their height and weight rather quickly if this somehow exploded into a fight. Every second he could spend to anylayze these people was spent wisely, taking into account what type of clothing they had, the length of their hair and every tiny detail. The smallest of details that were taken into account could change the tide of any battle that may proceed in the near future and Seta would rather enjoy being more prepared then the three potential opponents.

OOC: Made it short and simple since I took so long... sorry guys XD

[J.T.]

Joey turned his head toward the door as he heard it open. 'Ah, I knew Kvist would show.' he thought to himself with a smirk. 'When has he let us down before?'

Just then, three average sized people entered the roof one at a time with intimidating looks across each of their faces. Joey quickly noticed that while one of them seemed to be rather muscular, the other two looked on the skinnier side.

As the last of the trio left the doorway, Joey got a glance of a fourth person. He recognized this one. He was Principal MacMillan, iron fisted leader of Hircine High. It was then that he knew who the other three were. They were he three pillars of the school.

'Ok, so much for Kvist.' he thought. 'But what have we done so far to have these guys come?'

Coolly walking over to the edge of the roof, Joey took one last puff of his cigarettes before tossing all five over the edge. He knew that these guys could have easily been able to see him smoking if they cared to look, but so he figured it would be best for him to get rid of the cigarettes anyway, for intimidation purposes if nothing else.

He then walked back over to his fellow Hand members and stared at each of the Pillars, occasionally taking a glance at the shadowy outline of Principal MacMillan. He really wasn't in the mood for fighting Hircine's best, so he would patiently wait until they stated their business before making any risky decisions.

[Dean]

Dean didn't get much chance to explain anything to Tank before JT got to the roof, Dean would look at his with an extreamly confused face as he hopped over the top and said what he had to say, Dean simply greeted the two and waited for Seta to arrive.

About 5 minutes passed and Seta finally arrived "Hello gentlemen" Seta said, "it's about time" Dean said in a joking voice but then his head quickly shot to look at the door as three other people walked in, Dean recognised one of them straight away "The school captain? Here?" Dean thought as he stepped alittle closer to him "Darren Blayne i presume?" Dean knew he had the right guy, he had heard quite abit about him, Dean would occasionally glance back at the other three behind and noticed that JT seemed a little shifty "did he tell these guys to come? No he wouldnt do that" Dean thought as he watched JT throw his cigarettes over the edge. Dean took a few steps back "So... How may we help you on this fine day?" Dean said smiling.

[tank]

My big figure would turn as JT came.... over the edge of the building. I had already seen him, as he was one of my room mates, so his appearance was not a surprise, but his entrance was. It seemed that His appearance though did stop dean from answering my questions so i would have to wait.
I chuckled as Jt nicked my lighter and lit five fags. He would have to calm down. Five would most likely dissolve his lungs if he weren't careful. After a short time Seta came up. Thank God. He was a high ranker member. It was Kvist then him as far as i knew and i knew also that he could handle himself. I had that experience first hand before i joined this gang. I mocked saluted him before a few figures appeared at the doorway. No who were these people? Security? I hoped so we could easily deal with those. A few lies and such and they would be on their way but i noticed JT's reaction and that kind of sent a warning into my brain. This could be trouble.

I watched as Dean introduced himself. I listened aswell. I heard a name be said but that meant nothing to me. I had not been to the school yet so i didn't know what it was like, who the threats were and such. This little thought put Me on edge. Not a uncomfortable edge but on edge none the less. I would shift my weight over so i was facing the newcomers. If something started i would be over there and if they were lucky i wouldn't throw them off the edge of the building.

My deep blue merciless eyes would lock onto the figures. The blue eyes of the black man would hold onto them and keep watch for any aggressive movements on their part. I didn't like the fact that they suddenly appeared,, it made me think how did they know we where up here? Camera's? we where being followed? where their Mic's up here?. All of these thoughts had me ready to fight if i would have to.

I would then start to click my Zippo open and closed. Sending a chilling click every few seconds to break the silence.