Off On The Wrong Foot (Closed)

[John Plisken]

Today was it. Today, John was going to go to a public high school for the first time in his life, and he was dead nervous. He walked downed the street, with the unusual chilly wind moved his auburn hair, giving him the discomfort of being cold. The rest of his body was hardly better, however, as he wore his brown zipped-up jacket, his jeans, his gloves, and his shoes. The only thing that wasn't exactly cold was his back, being covered by his backpack. He didn't bring his memento with him today, as he didn't want it to get lost. His steps echoed down the street, the sound of the wind the only thing that accompany him.

Exactly where is this place? He had a bad feeling about the day. He just knew it! The unsuspecting cold, the empty street, how could he not be worried? For all he knew, the high school could all be a huge gang of serial killers! His whole body shook with discomfort at the thought, making him shift his head to look at the ground, his teeth uncontrollably clattering again and again with repetition, his arms across his chest for warmth. Despite the cold, John's body kept moving, inch by inch, toward his destination of The Paragon Institute.

A few minutes later, John lifted his head to see the building at long last, with a smile on his face. With that, he dashed toward the door, and pushed it open, revealing the long hallway that appeared before him. John shut the door quickly, trying to prevent the cold air from reaching inside. The door shut with a click, making the smile on John's face even wider, as he breathed somewhat hard on the door. He turned around and again saw the nearly endless and empty hallways, all somewhat dark due to some of the lights being broken. This made his smile fade away, the thought of the gang of serial killers resurfacing in his mind. He sighed with reluctance, and began walking, his steps echoing across the hallways, as he was covered with darkness.

"Is anyone there?" He announced, hoping someone will answer him.

(OOC- Sorry if it's kinda short.)

[Tai Yang]

A soft whistling echoed through the hallway, utterly out of place as the tapping of work-shoes made their way across the tiled floor. The whistling cleared the aroma of distraught and fear as an older male, much to old to be a student, and to dirty to be a teacher, positioned a ladder under one of the broken lights. Propping a box up against the ladder he went up toward the ceiling and began to unlatch the bulbs from their holdings. It was at this point that his whistling was faded out by the sound of laughter. It wasn’t a joyful tone, rather that of a group of hyena’s circling in on their pry. And yet the janitor continued to change the bulbs, not bothering to bat an eyelash toward the group.

The group began to circle around the janitor, first grabbing the box of new bulbs and pulling them out, waving them around like light-sabres and having yet another laugh. Then one attacked, breaking the fresh set of lights across the janitor’s back. His laughing grew even heavier, that is until his voice was transform into a gasping sound. The other’s wheeled around to look at him, one of them receiving the tip of a steel-toed boot to his jaw. A tooth launched from his mother, hitting his friend in the face as the defender of the janitor moved onto the last member of the pack. Landing and stepping around with that foot he closed the distance between them without breaking rhythm, throwing his left elbow into the jaw line of the last standing hyena. They all dropped, one gasping for air, and the other two unconscious.

Slowly the figured lowered down to the gasping figure, putting one hand on his torso, the other on his forehead as he spoke to the supposed leader of the fallen pack.

“Teachers are fine, but you leave the janitor alone. Got That!” By raising his voice he emphasized his point, causing the sophomore to nod in agreement. Tai Yang only smiled in return, his sadistic smile creating fear in the boy’s heart. Then, in an act of strength and balance the young Chinese-American went into a handstand, his lower back arched over so that his feet were draped past the vertical mark. His hands were still locked on the boy’s body, and in one swift motion he pulled his legs back over and threw his right knee into the sophomores face. A sickening crunch echoed through the empty hallway.

Getting up Tai Yang let the boy continue to bleed, nodding only to the janitor who was already back to fixing the lights. After he was done here he’d report the casualties to the office and admit them to the nurse, but they could wait. The Paragon Junior, on the other hand, turned his attention to the body standing by the doors. He didn’t seem to be moving, at all, which meant he was either paralyzed with fear, or excited by the prospect of this school. Either way it meant that he was new, and needed an introduction to this school. Heading over to the doors Tai Yang gave a short wave, looking straight at the freshmen.

“Hey, you seem new here. I’m Tai Yang, Paragons Captain.”