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Post by Duncan Lloyd on May 7, 2008 3:49:24 GMT 1
Alright, this looks like the right school...
No words where spoken as a rather average looking slouched over man approached a school that looked relatively new and overall was on the same route (as far as he can remember) to his old school. Truthfully he had been in Thailand for so long that navigating his hometown proved to be difficult, but he still had an old Hircine High school ID and a general knack for taking care of himself. The rumors going around town spoke of dead principals and gangs and shit, but the fuck if Duncan knew. Hircine would prove to be as Hircine always was: the most successful person was not the person that never had to throw a punch, it was the person that only had to punch once.
You kick someone's ass and then mind your own business and stick out of trouble, well you're guaranteed an easy time at the school.
So, he approached this new looking school. His ID brazened and his general attitude looking like he would in general rather not be there, the crowd didn’t really look like the standard Hircine crowd. They had always had a few crazies, but this school looked like it was almost completely made of them and it was only when he looked up at the school entrance that he realized this wasn’t Hircine.
“Paragon?”, he said incredulously, “What kind’ve name for a school is Paragon?”
Something is definitely not right here. Crazies. New name. A bunch of renovations and shit, what the fuck happened when I was gone for two years?
Duncan’s main problem throughout his life was that he of course never really stood out, but at the general moment it felt as if due to his immediate transformation from tired, “I don’t give a shit” to surprised and appalled person...well it felt like he had a spotlight on him.
“Yo!”, he shouted towards whatever voice was there to hear him, “What the fuck is going on here? Isn’t this Hircine High?”
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Post by Vince on May 8, 2008 5:28:32 GMT 1
People were fighting left and right, idiots and arrogants the all of them.
Vince couldn't help but feel like this is what Varron used to be, what it really was before Ein had gotten Genaht together and scared everyone straight. It was a deep rooted annoyance, a sliver of fiberglass beneath the skin. Irritating and wanting to be itched so it could slide deeper into the skin. Perhaps the best and worst thing about it.
It was self inflicted. You didn't have to change things, it was a want.
Such were the things that ran though his mind as the somewhat thin boy stood near the entrance looking at the school. He needed things to change and more importantly he needed it soon. All that was required was that one seat of power.....
Then he heard someone yell out something about this blasphemy being Hircine. Vince would shake his head before speaking back.
"No this isn't Hircine. This is an abhorrence to all logic and thought. This is ignorance and arrogance in their purest forms. This unholy masterpiece is Paragon Institue. Where those that never think, need not think. Only let their egos grow with each swing of a fist."
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Post by Duncan Lloyd on May 8, 2008 20:59:55 GMT 1
OoC- Sorry about length...
"Yeah, I bet the cafeteria food sucks ass too,"
Two years. What had happened in two years that had caused so much strife within the San Francisco school system? Did Hircine even exist? Well, Duncan knew it did when he registered for classes, but perhaps things had been so hectic that it had been renamed Paragon. What was the Paragon institute? What ever was happening in this school, Hircine, and any surrounding schools certainly didn't look good. As a relative newcomer Duncan had no knowledge of what exactly was going on, what events had lead to this whole thing, but he did know one thing.
Whatever was going on, he didn't like it.
"But, seriously, my own stupidity has lead me here...it's hard to believe so many things have happened in the two years I've been gone," he paused, "Seriously though, there are a few six leaf clovers wandering about these walls and I wanna know how to get rid of him," he shook his head, "Think you can explain some of the shit that's gone down to me? Or should I just go on my merry way and pretend I've never heard of Paragon and whatnot..."
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Post by Vince on May 9, 2008 6:07:37 GMT 1
"If you've been gone as long as you claim, then the Hircine you knew is long since gone."
Vince would look at the man for a few good hard moments. HIs mind going over what this one might have in him. He couldn't help but feel this man was abit naive. There would be a soft sigh.
"No use staying here at Paragon if you're registered at Hircine no matter the case. Still, know that there are no pillars at Hircine. There is little order and those in power are working to destabilize it further."
Nearly on que, as Vince finished speaking the "Oooo"s and cussing of a fight breaking out. His eyes would turn towards it, before taking his phone out of his pocket and begin texting. Genaht would soon descend on the disorder to quell it.
"Best get out of here. and watch out for Dirk."
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Post by Duncan Lloyd on May 11, 2008 3:15:41 GMT 1
What?
To say that Duncan was confused would be saying the sky was blue. This boy had simply went past all his questions, he answered the conclusion that Duncan had already come to: this place was no longer as it was two years ago. No pillars and no captain? That was ultimately unfortunate, when he was gone Darren Blayne had ascended to the captainship, but he was in the class ahead of Duncan so it would seem that he had graduated and with the sprouting of this new school San Francisco would be in a state of disarray that not even the boy who had seen half the world on his own could deal with.
Noticing the boy bring out his phone and start texting, well Duncan finally observed him for the first time in the conversation. The boy pretty much looked like a thin version of Duncan, except with long hair. Who was he? Why was he so sure and knowledgeable about a situation Duncan had no grasp of. As the boy told him to leave the questions themselves simply seemed to rise and Duncan's own unsure ness about whether or not he should leave did as well.
Most importantly who was Dirk?
"Yeah, thanks for helping me figure things aren't what they seem," Duncan muttered inherently sarcastic in his speech, but intentionally thankful for the person to walk out and speak to him having NOT decided to punch him the face. Such seemed to be a characteristic greeting in this part of San Fran. Duncan simply looked downward before going on to speak, "I'm not going to pretend I know who Dirk is, but when you speak of all this hopelessness and fucking general chaos sprouting like it's watering the plants...well it kind've fucks with someone's general sense of order...the point is that I like order. Order keeps things working well."
He looked at the phone and then at the fight.
"I'm guessing that if I stay here and wait until that fight is done with, I'll figure out if you like order as well."
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Post by Vince on May 12, 2008 4:42:05 GMT 1
Vince was already on the move when the other boy had begun talking to himself. The phone sliding back into his pocket, while his eyes looked about for his comrades that should be moving in with him. His eyes would catch sight of two of his men. He could only hope it would be enough to dissuade the crowd, as it was slowly growing.
The three would push their way into the group, moving to the innermost circle of the pit that encircled the two fighters. The fighting itself was impressive, brutal clashes with neither man giving quickly. Vince and his men would wait untill one of the fighters pushed the other back. It was in that moment that the three Genaht men would strike out.
Vince would reach forward, grasping the man that was being pushed back and sending him straight to the ground with a hard tug. A quick boot to the face for that one and he wasn't to be moving again for the next few moments. Enough to get the message across.
The other two would grapple the man that was charging. One grasping him from behind while the other laid blows into his stomach repeatedly. It would only be afew moments before they'd release the second fighter letting him grip his stomach and curl up on the ground.
It was only another few seconds and well into when Vince had started speaking again that another of the Genaht would push his way into the center.
"You know who we are by now. I've intervened in enough of your fights for you to know what we do and why. If you don't ask your friends. They will. We are Genaht, all those that perform such foolish acts shall receive punishment no less severe."
The crowd would disperse slowly, those wishing to stay pulled away from their friends. They knew that more Genaht were on the way untill Vince gave the clear message and even with the large group. It was their mass versus an organized column and their chances were small against such a thing.
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