Post by Li on Mar 19, 2007 1:34:39 GMT 1
(Zerreth)
He sat in the administration office waiting. After filling out all the forms for his admission from Varron, he apparently needed to talk to the principal. Was this about his admission? Or perhaps his past? Maybe the issue of him possessing two Czech Republic handguns regardless of his forged(?) NRA membership.
He ran a hand through his hair when he realized it sifted through his hands only about three quarters of a foot from his head. He was different today. He had to take a new student photo as well. His hair, which had originally ran about halfway down his back was cut. "Layered" as they called it in the Korean salon. As he had sat in that chair for hours listening to how the stylist had never seen a man with such thick, long hair, he remembered seeing himself change. It was a big deal for him to get his hair cut, it truely did mark a new Zerreth. Immediately coming back to reality he sat back in the nice comfy chair twiddling his thumbs.
Hircine High huh? He thought to himself. According to Li, only the top 200 "problem students" were sent here. What was their purpose? There was something wrong about that, and why Zerreth? Compare to many others he could name he was very passive and more or less a petty delinquint. Those others were probably better choices. Mulling it over very briefly, he concluded that they probably were chosen and that he was part of the "2nd quarter problem students."
He took a look at his watch. Jesus, time is moving goddamn slow today. To kill time, he decided to reflect on what he said to the admissions director.
"I advertantly chose to transfer late. I heard that there were other Varron students and therefore, to have the best learning atmosphere, I felt that I had to wait for the students of Hircine to become used to Varron students." The admissions director laughed her shrill cackle. How she pulled it off, he had no idea. Listening to the creaking of her chair Zerreth somewhat took in what she said.
"Child, I know where you've been. You are clearly a problem student and I don't believe that you truely believe what you say." Zerreth didn't need to listen to her. He already guessed by her laughter that she was skeptical and thus he had already planned out his next move. He reached into an inner pocket of his custom Henri long coat and tossed on the desk a manilla folder. He almost was certain that she thought it was gun and smirked at that thought. "My transcript, if you will. I'd like for you to review it just to make sure we both know what we're talking about when it comes to my grades. You can even check the database if you wish." As he narrowed his eyes, his smirk became almost a grin of arrogance. Holding just enough of an air to look condescending as he saw her eyes widen at his straight 'A's.
"You lie. You probably hacked the system. Knowing a delinquint like you I wouldn't hold it against you." Out came the second folder. "My SAT scores!" He said with fervor. A junior who had already taken the SAT early in the year? Surely he was to score an 1100 or so correct? He saw through the paper as it displayed his 1560 to her. "When I mean a good learning atmosphere, I mean it." Now it was a grin of victory as he crossed his arms and saw the expression of the person across from him display mixed emotions of hate, jealousy, and frustration of losing a battle of wits against such a "delinquint"...
He sat in the administration office waiting. After filling out all the forms for his admission from Varron, he apparently needed to talk to the principal. Was this about his admission? Or perhaps his past? Maybe the issue of him possessing two Czech Republic handguns regardless of his forged(?) NRA membership.
He ran a hand through his hair when he realized it sifted through his hands only about three quarters of a foot from his head. He was different today. He had to take a new student photo as well. His hair, which had originally ran about halfway down his back was cut. "Layered" as they called it in the Korean salon. As he had sat in that chair for hours listening to how the stylist had never seen a man with such thick, long hair, he remembered seeing himself change. It was a big deal for him to get his hair cut, it truely did mark a new Zerreth. Immediately coming back to reality he sat back in the nice comfy chair twiddling his thumbs.
Hircine High huh? He thought to himself. According to Li, only the top 200 "problem students" were sent here. What was their purpose? There was something wrong about that, and why Zerreth? Compare to many others he could name he was very passive and more or less a petty delinquint. Those others were probably better choices. Mulling it over very briefly, he concluded that they probably were chosen and that he was part of the "2nd quarter problem students."
He took a look at his watch. Jesus, time is moving goddamn slow today. To kill time, he decided to reflect on what he said to the admissions director.
"I advertantly chose to transfer late. I heard that there were other Varron students and therefore, to have the best learning atmosphere, I felt that I had to wait for the students of Hircine to become used to Varron students." The admissions director laughed her shrill cackle. How she pulled it off, he had no idea. Listening to the creaking of her chair Zerreth somewhat took in what she said.
"Child, I know where you've been. You are clearly a problem student and I don't believe that you truely believe what you say." Zerreth didn't need to listen to her. He already guessed by her laughter that she was skeptical and thus he had already planned out his next move. He reached into an inner pocket of his custom Henri long coat and tossed on the desk a manilla folder. He almost was certain that she thought it was gun and smirked at that thought. "My transcript, if you will. I'd like for you to review it just to make sure we both know what we're talking about when it comes to my grades. You can even check the database if you wish." As he narrowed his eyes, his smirk became almost a grin of arrogance. Holding just enough of an air to look condescending as he saw her eyes widen at his straight 'A's.
"You lie. You probably hacked the system. Knowing a delinquint like you I wouldn't hold it against you." Out came the second folder. "My SAT scores!" He said with fervor. A junior who had already taken the SAT early in the year? Surely he was to score an 1100 or so correct? He saw through the paper as it displayed his 1560 to her. "When I mean a good learning atmosphere, I mean it." Now it was a grin of victory as he crossed his arms and saw the expression of the person across from him display mixed emotions of hate, jealousy, and frustration of losing a battle of wits against such a "delinquint"...
