The first day of the next two years of my life.

[shabazz]

It's so much bigger than the hotel room.

That was the first thing on Shabazz's mind as he looked at the entrance of Hircine high, fiddling his glasses as a wave of students rushed passed him.

Ding! Ding!

I'm assuming that class is about to start, what do I have first again?

Shabazz thought to himself himself as he skimmed through his schedule, murming the classes and the rooms while he looked through each class.

Math, Rm 322...
English, Rm 326...
Ah, U.S History, Rm 328... Period 1. Well that's nice.

He pushed the the front doors open and stepped into what would be his new weekly endeavour.

"Umm, can you tell me where..." Shabazz said to a nearby student, only to be ignored as the studented brushed passed him muttering a crude remark.

Get lost Jerk.

Jee, he was a nice one.

Shabazz thought to himself as he pursued another student in order to directions to his first period class, only to given a similar remark. Don't worry that one was much nicer though, instead of telling him to "Get Lost", he told him to "Drop Dead."

What hospitality.

Shabazz thought to himself as he sighed, and leaned on a nearby locker.

So this is what my next two years will be like? Seems fun.

[Leon Loire]

'Hmm... I wonder if it's worth to attend AP Lang and Comp today...' Leon Loire curiously thought to himself as his simple coffee-toned Skecher's echoed against the tiled floors, the loose golden blazer strewn across his brown button up shirt. His black-gloved left hand held onto a backpack, and his right was inserted into the hip pocket of his faded blue jeans, with his own navy eyes analyzing the scene of the early Monday morning of Hircine High.

As usual, most of the sheep of the high school were dashing left and right, their heads aimed toward whatever classroom was assigned to them for "education," and their conditioned thoughts pursued them. Personally, Leon was a bit ravaged from a lack of sleep, and his eyes did not even wear contact lenses today, resulting in his old pair of shades to be slipped across his nose. He was in too far a wreck to try and comprehend English today, so it was probably best to take another "lesson" in the Hircinian logic.

'Such interesting people, after all.' Leon thought, with a rather sarcastic scoff noted even from himself.

Passing a pair of lockers, Leon took note of the local students speaking with friends or replacing their books. While most would have taken a bit of wry interest in the couple pressed tightly against the wall, Leon already knew their dilemna: they would be in a bed together; a hospital bed, that is, thanks tremendously from the efforts of the local Deans or Pillars.

Instead, Leon Loire took interest in a quiet male figure just nearby. While his darker skin was nothing new in a city of equal ethnicity, his personal stature caught the eye as a drop of blood on a contrasting surface. He seemed exiled at the moment, and Leon could not help but feel the need to investigate why.

Besides, something about him felt as if the two had a similar interest in the world...

"Lost?" Leon questioned positively, "The way you're sighing gives off the impression of 'what the hell am I doing'. Need some help, or am I just wasting your time?"

[shabazz]

Shabazz looked up at the ceiling, just now realizing the deep amount of horse shit his parents decided to bestow on him.

You know, when they said change, I wouldn't of guess it would be to such a shithole as this one. I much rather be reading the new book I bought yesterday at Borders. Oh well, I read once that High School life is just Darwinism at it's finest. Only the strong will survive.

With that new bound realization about high school life Shabazz decided to suck up the fact no one was willing to help him and began to start finding his own way around this school. Well he did have this realization, until the realization that people will actually help him kicked in, because at that moment another student approached him, clearly observing that he was out of place.

"Lost?"

Shabazz turned his neck toward the new student. He looked up and down, not sizing him up per se, but more or so observing his fashion sense. Although Shabazz hated to admit it, he was a fashion critic, and a brutal one at that. For some reason he had the notion that he had the best style and everyone else's as sub par at best.

Brown Skechers

Golden Blazer?

I respect a man who is a fan of the blazer, but the respect is going to be lost if he fails to match accordingly.

Shabazz thought to himself as he was presented by Leon's first impression.

It's ashamed how prejiduce I can be. I really need to stop doing that. At least he's nice enough to show me around.

With that final thought Shabazz readjusted his glasses and got from up off the locker.

"Why yes, actually I am, I'm looking for the U.S History Rm 328. at this rate I'm going to be late for first period." Shabazz thought as he scracthed the back of his head, moving his Kufi up and down as he did. He was clearly nervous, normally he wasn't one to fidget, but the first day of school, ever, would do that sort of thing to you. This guy was probably he's second, maybe third encounter for teenage human life? No pressure, No pressure at all.

[Carlos]

"Shit man. Why am I here?"

I said with a sort of whiny tone, and at the same time thinking (Maybe, something worth while might happen, or maybe I might run into someone I know...Meh, whatever.). Walking past the gates and into the courtyard, I began to look around taking in the familiar scenery and atmosphere of this place (Well, at least the air is a bit lighter then Varron was.), looking around a little bit more, I saw groups of students scurring about to either get to class or find something to do, sighing a bit as I kept walking, nothing new was happening and it annoyed me a bit, my time here in Hircine had been pretty bland and uneventful, (I'm so bored I'm likely to kill someone right now.). And just as I finished that thought, I felt a small object hit my head, looking down at the floor as it fell I saw it was a round pebble. Looking off to my far left I saw a young man approaching me, he was about 6'5" and probably 230 lbs, he had a mocking smile on his face and his eyes spoke loud and clear saying "I want to fight you and beat your ass." And all I could do was laugh as he reached me. Stumped by my reaction, he gnashed his teeth and asked me...

Young Man: "What's so funny kid?"

Me: "Kid? Well young one, Whats funny is that I was just whining to myself about being bored and you just happen to come along feeling the same way, but unfortunately for you, you acted it out upon the wrong person."

Young Man: "Well kid, it's not like your gonna do anything about it. Pussy..."

Me: "Again with the kid. Respect your elders or there's gonna be hell to pay. Didn't your mommy ever teach you that."

Young man: "Hey Punk, watch your mouth. Or your gonna get a free thirty-two tooth root canal."

Me: "Haha. Thats a cute threat little boy, but run along before you regret what you said to me."

Young man: "What?! You really can't be serious, I'm gonna beat you down."

Just as he finished his short sentence he swung right at my face with a powerful right hook and connected to make my head turn to the left, I pasued for a moment and brushed my cheek off, then i mocked him saying...

"You punch like a eleven year old pre-pubesent girl with pigtails named Trixie. Dont' waste my time and your energy because you will regret it if you hit me aga--"

I didnt' have time to finished my sentence and his left hand crashed into my stomach with an uppercut. All I did was smile as my upper body keeled over a few inches, the punch was as in-efficient as the first one, so I rasied my body again with a playful smile as I stood in-front of the young man who had just assaulted me. With a wide grin on my face I moved back two steps and began to speak again with an extremely condensating and mocking tone...

"Now that wasn't nice Trixie. Now I have to put you in time o--"

I was yet again interrupted by the large young man as he swung his right hand in a fist at my left cheek once again, but at that moment I reacted quickly and efficiently as I took one step back and shot my right hand to his wrist, grabbing it I quickly executed my move, it was a simple counter I had learned. All I did was grab his wrist and put my thumb against the back of his hand, this would cause him to open his hand, then I pulled his fully extended arm back behind him and in one motion I forced it up and over and while it was moving to his head I used my right leg and sweeped his leg from under him, casuing him to flip forward and fall on his back with a loud thud and in addition to that he fell on the pebble which he had thrown at me, then after he landed on his back I kicked him with my right leg directly in the rib cage. I looked down at him arching his back as much as he could whilst grasping his rib cage. Laughing at him I said mockingly...

"See Trixie, that'll teach you not to disrespect your elders again. Now repeat after me. I'm sorry sir for punching you with my little girl fists, but I couldn't help it, I'm just getting my period and I feel moody."

As the small crowd of about ten students watched as he repeated the exact words I told him to, I began to laugh loudly and mockingly, which they soon followed. Then all I could do was look down at him and say...

"Bye Bye Trixie, hope you feel better."

As the small crowd disperced I walked over to the fountain and I sat down. Looking around once again, I saw nothing of interest happening so I decided to check out the inside of the school. Getting up from the fountain, I walked a few more meters to the doors of the school I grabbed the right door handle and opened the door quickly as I enetered. As soon as I entered I was overrun by a multitude of students trying to get to class, dodging each of them trying not to scuff anyone's shoes and trying not to knock anyone down. As I cleared the flood of people I thought (Hmm. I guess I'll go up to the roof and relax, nothing else to really do.), looking to my right I saw a staircase, I began at the bottom, walking moderately and calmly as students on the otherside passed me whilst going down stairs. After a few minutes I reached the head of the stairs which stopped at the third floor, looking ahead of me I saw two people, one was wearing a gold blazer and brown skechers and the other was just wearing regular street cloths. As I approached them I couldn't help but notice that the man with the blazer sounded strangly like an old friend as he spoke, I shook off the thought as I moved past him and grabbed the door handle and opened the door to the third floor, but as I was entering I looked back and saw that it was Leon speaking to a seemingly new student. Retracting my steps I turned my whole body to face him and all I could do was open my arms and give him a hug, while having him embraced I said...

"Hey Man. It's been a while. How you been?"

Letting him go I looked over to the other student and grinned at him and said...

"Names Carlos. You new here?"

[Leon Loire]

IC: 'I see he's an observant one.' Loire thought curiously, as his own navy gaze watched the other Senior check his attire, before looking back up to reply. The kafi-garbed Senior seemed a bit unsure of himself, not exactly anti-socialism, but more of the classic nervousness. Leon grinned at the thought of such innocent isolationism, feeling a bit of relation to his own time of exile two years back, on his first day of attending Varron Academy.

Although Leon had to admit, he couldn't help but feel surprise at the student's first period, "U.S History? Heh, well of course I know where that class is; it's my first block too! Although honestly, I can only show you the door. I'm not exactly on good terms with the teacher right now, but hell, don't worry about that."

Loire took a glance to one of the staircases near him and nodded, "Since we're at the entrance, all you need to do is head to this staircase and take it to the third floor. If I'm correct, every floor handles its own one-hundred increments, and of course 328 is on level three. I believe the entire Social Studies department is up there as well, along with most of the other Senior-level electives. You'll find English and Math classes on the second floor most of the time, along with Science and the Art classes here on the first floor. That's not always correct; it's a rough estimate. But no matter, I might as well get you going."

Turning on his heel and ruffling his blazer a bit, Leon prepared to spear head himself and his companion into the crowd, his legs leading him slowly - sometimes not at all - near the staircase. For a few minutes Leon stood silent, looking over shoulders to see where they were, when he realized they were about near the head of the staircase, near the third floor. Turning his head back to the newcomer, Leon smiled and questioned him, "So, where 'you from? You don't exactly look like a Californian to me --"

Suddenly, Leon turned his head back to find two strong, tanned arms gripping his sides tightly in a masculine embrace of friendship, "...Carlos, how are you?!" Leon questioned surprisingly, a bit caught off guard from the sudden arrival of the Graduate.

Released from his friend's grip, Leon smirked in earnest as Carlos turned his attention to the newcomer, "Hell, Hircine's whatever the storm brings, ain't that right? Although, then again, I'm sure it's something we'll all learn together friend..."

Looking to his fellow Senior, Leon nodded, "That actually reminds me. This here is Carlos Fernandez, a good friend of mine from Varron Academy, and I'm Leon Loire, your local Liberal advocate. Now you've got two people looking to know you, so if you could indulge us, that'd be awesome."

[shabazz]

You learn a lot a things with fugitive yet very knowledgeable parents. You learn to shut up, and observe. Shabazz has grown accustomed to shutting up, and observing. And. in this particular situation that's what he did. As Leon directed him to first period, one of his statements made him decide to inform Leon he knows a little bit more than he's showing.

I'm not exactly on good terms with the teacher right now

That reminds me, apparently this school, or this "Varron" academy enforces corporal punishment. I must get this straightened out.

As Shabazz followed Leon up the stairs, as soon as he began he was cut off.

"So, where 'you from? You don't exactly look like a Californian to me --"

Well you don't look like the Californian yourself

Shabazz though as he fixed his glasses and adjusted his Kufi.

"Well, before we ---" Shabazz said as he was interrupted by a oh so friendly new acquaintance. Shabazz quietly observed as the friendly Hispanic kid gave Leon a manly hug, and then introduced himself to Shabazz.

"Names Carlos. You new here?"

Shabazz returned Carlos' handshake and gave him a nod, just to show how friendly he was, before readjusting his glasses and proposing an option.

"Well, from what I noticed, there are a lot of things how should I say, different, in this school than is the books I've read about. I think it would be best if we go to a secluded area and sort some of the questions I have out. Besides, from what I've noticed, neither of you guys do much of attending class anyway. Sorry if I'm being prejudice here, if I am I don't mean it." Shabazz proposed, even though he knew he was clearly being prejudice, he at least hoped that may help the fact that he was.

OOC: I'd like to apologize for the lateness in reply and sloppiness of the post. I'm a bit tired.