First day... (Open)

[dante]

A tall man, easily 6,2 in height, stood before the gates of Hircine High School. On his back was a backpack like any normal teenager, deciding to get a dark orange backpack since it was his favorite color. Speaking of dark orange, something else on the body of this 16 year old boy was dark orange... give up? It was his eyes. Yes, on this dark brown, almost black, short, spiky haired boy was a pair of dark orange contacts in place. Most people found it very odd that one would wear such a color for contacts but it was a choice he didn't regret at all,

'Though, I do kind of regert this one.' he thought, the tone inside his head rather melancholy. Regardless, the boy walked through the gates, his hands slipping into the pockets of his dark blue jeans, taknig shelter away from the slightly cold winds blowing today. His feet proceeded forward at an even pace, the comfort provided by his Nikes very enticing,

"I wonder who I will meet on the first day." he whispered to himself, watching a few other fellow students pass by, his expression changing to a sad smile as memories of his best friend Steve came to mind,

'It sucks that I won't be able to see him in school anymore. Granted I can visit him after school, it was so much more fun to be in school with a sarcastic and witty equal around.' he thought driftlessly as he walked through the doors of the school. His eyes traveled around it, noting it was somewhat bigger than his own school and seemed to have a bit of better taste for design. Though that wasn't what he cared about, no what he really wanted out of this school other than Academics was it's fighters. Suddenly, a grin curved onto the white t-shirt wearing giant's face, one that could easily match a fox's grin,

'I guess that's the bright side to all this... imagine all the people I get a chance to fight!' he shouted enthusastically... well mentally anyway. Regardless, the boy continued on in the halls of the school, effortlessly finding his class having always had a good sense of direction. Once inside, he thanked God that his first class happened to be P.E., the one class he could have no worries about. While he wasn't stupid, he didn't find himself that smart either and usually had to work his ass off to get any kind of way to solve some type of equation. Though that was irrelevant at the time, no what was important was doing what little physical task the P.E. teacher would assign to warm up,

"Alright everyone, I want you each to do twenty pushups right now and once you're done with that 50 crunches. We will continue on when you get that far." the P.E. teacher spoke, Dante not even bothering to determine what sex the teacher was. No, rather than involve himself with trivial information as gender, he immediately went to the task at hand. Instantly, his body sprawled out as he was taught to do at his JKD classes, right now starting with his right arm. Rather than do two-handed push ups, the boy had decided to go with one-handed push ups first,

'This might draw out the good fighters if they figure I am an arrogant prick.' he thought as he put his left hand behind his back and proceded with the action. Once getting ten done on the right hand, he quickly switched hands and started doing it with his left and doing ten on that side with little difficulty. Once done, the energetic teenager quickly got on his back, putting his legs in the air as he started to do crunches and after every 5 alternated between a different type of crunch,

"This is too easy, you really have to up the anty!" Dante shouted as he finished his last crunch, quickly going onto jumping squats. Hopefully this display of slight arrogance would catch someone's attention... whether they be friend or foe.

[laoch]

"Damnit! Don't say such things so loud!" Laoch grumbled at the guy who had been showing off.

Laoch looked at the guy and with a heavy sigh wondered what the hell was going on. Varron students creating hell, Varron students trying to be helpful, but only delaying the inevitable, and now an over enthusiastic guy who is trying to catch every girl's eye. Slowly Laoch stopped thinking about the carnage the school was facing and decided he might as well enjoy P.E. since it was the only thing people thought he could do well. Oh I am a giant, so I must be as smart as a rock, bothersome people. Laoch slowly got to his feet and stretched himself out.

It wasn't that the push ups or the crunches were hard, its that he didn't enjoy such light work outs, maybe a one hundred push ups and seventy five crunches would've helped his body a bit. Laoch slowly wondered what they were going to do today, he hoped it wasn't running. Laoch hated running with a passion because even the kids that were too lazy to do the push ups and crunches usually finished long before him.

"So you got a name or should I call you Mr.Lookatme?" Laoch said in a somewhat soft voice, which surprised most people because apparently he was supposed to sound macho being that big.

As Laoch awaited a response he cracked his knuckles, a habit he often did when bored. He eyed the guy up and down noting what he looked like. Laoch found his eyes to be a bit odd with their unusual color, but he more or less shrugged it off as a ploy by the guy to get more attention.

[dante]

"Damnit! Don't say such things so loud!" a voice would grumble, Dante's head turning toward it instictively. A grin was plastered on his face as he saw the man that the voice belonged to, noticing he was quite a giant man, easily taller than Dante himself and was far more bulkier. His right thumb wiped across his nose, glad that his little plan had worked at the moment. What would be determined is whether the person that had taken the bait would be friend or foe,

"So you got a name or should I call you Mr.Lookatme?" the man seemed to whisper softly, Dante smirking slightly as he slipped his hands in his pockets and shrugged his shoulders,

"That's my middle name but I prefer to be called by Dante. How about yourself? Or should I call you Mr.Skyscraper?" he finished with a sarcastic tone, looking directly at the giant to show he wasn't just being a prick and he was actually interested in what he had to say. He also made sure to keep about four feet in between himself and that man, knowing that Mr.Skyscraper would probably want some personal space,

"Alright kiddies," the P.E. teacher would intervene right after Dante had finished his sentence, maybe a second after, "time to jump some rope, five minutes for all of you so you can get warmed up for whatever I feel like throwing at you as a sport." she explained (Dante just having managed to determine the sex of the gym teacher by voice) as she pointed toward a big pile of ropes,

"Hold up one second." Dante stated as he darted off toward the ropes. Quickly, the man procured a dark orange jump rope for himself and a black one for Mr.Skyscraper. As he ran back toward his past location, the black jump rope would be thrown toward Mr.Skyscraper with a little gesture of "here you go" with Dante's head being made. Regardless, once Dante had made it back, his wrists would start rotating as the jump rope began to twirl around him and he started jumping, deciding to start with just normal jumps for now with occasional double jumps,

"Now what was your name again Mr.Skyscraper?" he teased with a small grin, looking over to Mr.Skyscraper in the corner of his eyes as he jumped lightly at the moment.

[atticus]

How absolutely, unavoidably, irrevocably BORING! Push-ups, sit-ups, laps, and jump rope. They were about the most boring gym activities ever. If it weren't for the required credits in physical education, Atticus would just leave it to skateboarding to keep him in shape. Though the occasional fall would mar that shape with a new scar or bruise. Better than sweating his ass off for a bossy fat-ass who rode on an electric cart instead of running laps with the students. His old gym teachers had been like that, and it irritated the life out of him. He'd been nicer back then, so he hadn't really vocalized his opinions. In fact, his opinion of them hadn't been so harsh back then either. How time changed a guy... Or rather location...

The entire class offended his senses. The irritating squeaking of sole against hardwood flooring, the smell of sweaty bastards permeating the air, the jarring sensation of repetitive actions, and especially the putrid taste of the humid air. Only one sense wasn't fully offended, and that was his sight. Why? Girls. Girls in white tee-shirts and blue shorts, the over-all standard for gym class uniforms everywhere. And even that small consolation was jarred from any glory it might of had from all the out-of-shape kids that jostled around like a sack full of Jell-o. And just today, there was one more offense to his senses; a pair of gabbing jocks, actually trying to enjoy their mindless exercise. Perhaps it did fit them best after all, they were pretty mindless.

They went on and on about themselves, acting all macho and shit. It was irritating. Atticus knew how to really get by, minimal effort and holding one's own breath. Hold your breath, and you muscles become deprived of oxygen, making them tire out quickly due to lack of oxygen. The body begins to show signs of stress, making it look like he was actually working hard. And if he needed to, he could simply breathe a bit more frequently and "miraculously" gain a little more stamina. Lazy, but it worked, and that was what mattered.

[laoch]

((OOC: I don't know if you wanted to have your guy run off before my guy said his name or not, so if you don't like the current set up, I'll edit it.))

"That's my middle name but I prefer to be called by Dante. How about yourself? Or should I call you Mr.Skyscraper?"

"The name is Laoch. . .don't ask." Laoch said with a smile, he was already beginning to like this guy.

Laoch liked to banter as much as the next person, unfortunately not many people liked to banter with him since, well, he could stomp most people into the ground if they said the wrong thing. Laoch looked around the seeing if any of his friends were in this class and to his dismay none were. Turning his attention back on Dante he was about speak again, when the teacher yelled out orders.

"Alright kiddies," the P.E. teacher would intervene right after Dante had finished his sentence, maybe a second after, "time to jump some rope, five minutes for all of you so you can get warmed up for whatever I feel like throwing at you as a sport."

Kiddies. . .who the hell does she think she is calling me a kid. . .I am a giant and I did not grow to be this big to be called Kiddy! Laoch thought to himself as he looked over at Dante, he saw he had vanished on him. Looking around he saw Dante coming back with two jump ropes an orange and black one. When Dante offered one to Laoch he took it and gave a quick nod toward him. Laoch kind of just stared at the rope, hoping that if he stared at it long enough it would go away. Alas, the rope was persistent and soon Laoch started performing the exercise.

"Now what was your name again Mr.Skyscraper?"

Laoch almost tripped over his jump rope as he gave a grin to the guy, "LA-O-CH. . .smart ass." Laoch then resumed where he left off making a bit of a racket since it not everyday two hundred and eighty pounds jumps up and down.

"I haven't seen you here before, you a Varron transfer?" Laoch asked in a bit louder voice then he usually used since all the jumping and talking made it harder to hear things. While he waited for a reply, Laoch looked around, and shook his head slightly at all the people doing the 'lazy routine'. Honestly, how hard is it to jump over a rope?

[dante]

"LA-O-CH. . .smart ass." The man had answered, that smirk still present on Dante’s face growing a bit more. It was great to see that he was one of the few kids who could take a joke and was definitely willing to dish out some of his own insults as well,

"I haven't seen you here before, you a Varron transfer?" Laoch asked, Dante turning his head toward him as he well… turned it again,

“No, actually I am from a school maybe about 7 or 8 miles away. I transferred here since the school I was at…” he paused, trailing off for a moment. How to answer this without giving any personal information? While Laoch seemed like a decent guy, Dante wasn’t going to give him any personal information just yet,

“Had some rather peculiar ‘issues’ as well as the fact I didn’t have as much academic opportunity there as I do here. I may like to be athletic and all but I am not some dumbass who relies on a sport to get them through life. Can easily break an ankle and then I am screwed sport wise for quite some time.” he explained, suddenly speeding up. His wrists would rotate faster as he started to jump on his right foot, doing three jumps on that before alternating to the other foot. Once he finished the three on the opposite foot, he would cross his arms to make an oval out of the rope more or less that went around his body as he jumped with his two feet when he did that,

“Judging by the fact you asked me if I was a Varronite,” Dante started suddenly, “I can assume you are a Hircine student since Freshman year… or for a while anyway. Regardless, mind filling me in about what exactly goes on here? I heard a lot of… ‘violent and ruthless’ thugs were around here and want to know if that’s true since I will have to watch my back if it is obviously.” he finished, the five minutes having been issued finally ending as the P.E. teacher dragged some soccer balls in a cage box, throwing one at Dante’s face for being a show off. Having not expected it, the man was hit, falling backward and hitting the floor with a loud thud, rubbing his nose gently hoping it would soothe the pain,

“You kids can do whatever you want from here on in so long as it pertains to Soccer… got that? I want to see you bastards kicking that ball and quit this lazy crap or I am failing you without a doubt. I won’t give you kiddies free credits for being lazy.” she explained, and despite the pain in his nose, Dante smiled lightly for the fact that this teacher wouldn’t let the kids get away with being lazy,

“Crazy bitch.” he mumbled under his breath, slowly getting up as he juggled the soccer ball a bit,

“Want to one verse one or would you rather practice passing or something else?” he asked Laoch, looking over in his direction, “LA-O-CH!” he added loudly and sarcastically, feeling the absolute need to bust Laoch’s chops over anything he gave Dante to use as ammo for sarcasm… it was fun after all.

[atticus]

Football? Rock on! Atticus finished up what he'd been doing, suddenly getting a "mysterious" boost in his ability to do work. There was actually a grin on his face as he tried to figure out what just to do. He could randomly slide tackle people and try to secure ever soccer ball for himself. That would be fun, and definitely keep him active all period. After all, what was better exercise than getting the entire class to single-mindedly try and stop you? But in the end, it would end in someone getting hurt. Certainly not Atticus, but someone. Either that, or he'd end up with detention, and he tried to keep a low enough havoc profile that he wasn't going to spend every moment of his time in school. But... The temptation was far too much.

There was a group of six girls lazily kicking the ball in a circle, chatting away as gossipy females were prone to doing. Too easy? Yeah, but it was a start. Atticus dove through the loose circle, the outside edge of his right foot caught itself on the bottom of the ball and lifted it to the sky, above the heads of the surprise-addled girls. The blonde and purple-haired youth backpedaled, flashing the girls a cocky smile and the middle finger, just in case their pea-brain minds didn't get the message. It was time to play offense.

Atticus had to now pick a goal to try to keep all the balls at, call it a home base maybe. The solution to that problem was simple. Atticus grinned as he full-on punted the ball straight towards the other side of the field, the farthest corner from where he and the rest of the class was. So after the ball sailed off towards that corner (it never got there, still off by a good fifty feet), he swiped the ball mid-air from somebody doing that juggling stuff. And yet another ball was on a one-way trip to the "goal".

And his next target was going to be two rather large guys with one ball between them. They probably knew what was up already, though if they didn't, they'd only be proving they're as dense as they looked.

[laoch]

((OOC: I made what you said in Red Dante. Hopefully this makes it easier for you and other to read.))

“No, actually I am from a school maybe about 7 or 8 miles away. I transferred here since the school I was at…”

Laoch quirked an eyebrow real quick at the slight hesitation in Dante's speech. Laoch just let it go though since he wasn't one to delve into another person's personal past. Usually Laoch ended up knowing about someone's past when they would trust him enough to tell him. Laoch just kept jumping over the rope, not even really thinking about it, it was more of just simple reaction now.

“Had some rather peculiar ‘issues’ as well as the fact I didn’t have as much academic opportunity there as I do here. I may like to be athletic and all but I am not some dumbass who relies on a sport to get them through life. Can easily break an ankle and then I am screwed sport wise for quite some time.”

Laoch wondered what the peculiar 'issues' were, but if he became good friends in Dante, it would most likely pop up. Laoch whole heartedly agreed with Dante's statement about sports, it was one of the reasons Laoch avoided organized sports so it would be easier to resist the temptation of relying on only athletic prowess. Laoch watched as Dante started performing more difficult techniques, well difficult for Laoch. Laoch gave out a small chuckle and looked back at Dante. You can't resist showing off, can you? I bet you'll be interesting to hang around with when some guys who think they're bad ass see you performing stunts like that. These thoughts ran through Laoch's head as Dante continued to talk.

“Judging by the fact you asked me if I was a Varronite,” Dante started suddenly, “I can assume you are a Hircine student since Freshman year… or for a while anyway. Regardless, mind filling me in about what exactly goes on here? I heard a lot of… ‘violent and ruthless’ thugs were around here and want to know if that’s true since I will have to watch my back if it is obviously.”

Laoch eyed Dante real quick as he finished up his sentence. Slowly coming to a halt on jumping over the rope as the teacher spoke up and began dishing out soccer balls, one which hit Dante, and caused Laoch to chuckle a bit.

"I've been here since freshman year. Well, all schools are rather violent, but it seems our school has become worse ever since the Varronites showed up. We did have troublemakers, but the pillars and the captain quickly quelled such people. Not many people that can take a beating like that and still want to cause trouble. These Varronites are. . .different. . ." Laoch paused slightly as Dante asked what they should do with the soccer ball.

"Lets just pass it back and forth for now, harder to talk when trying to actually beat someone in one on one. Anyways, these Varron guys either watched too much Jet Li movies or something. It seems every time I meet or see a Varronite they can fight pretty damn well. Of course, all the articles and stories I've heard about their former school makes it seem like if you didn't know how to fight, you would die." Laoch paused again as he saw a ball go flying across the room, but shrugged it off. "I really don't know any of them personally and I hardly know their names. Only a couple have caught my eye, but since I don't know their names, and none of them really stand out from any other student here. Telling you which ones to avoid would be like telling you which wolf out of a pack is the most dangerous." Laoch looked up at Dante with a grin.

"Of course I bet you'll know most of them soon enough if you keep showing off."

With that final sentence Laoch decided he would show off, something he would hardly ever do, but since everyone else was, why shouldn't he. He kicked the ball with a bit of his raw strength behind it, the ball went flying past Dante on his right side. The ball didn't get much air, it was probably a foot or two off the ground, but when it smacked against the wall it drowned out all the other noises for several seconds. Of course this made the teacher give Laoch a sharp look and Laoch responded with a shrug.

"Thats how you kick a ball." Laoch said in a cocky voice while wiping imaginary dirt off his left shoulder.

[dante]

Dante nodded during Laoch's little spiel about the "Varronites", making sure that it was something he'd keep on his mind for sure. From what he had been told, he could easily see that quite a few regular looking students could be ruthless fighters, possibly even better than himself... interesting... yes that's all he could think of to describe the situation. The next person he saw could be his next opponent for all he had gathered from Laoch and the fact he'd have to be watching his back constantly and have his guard up... well it gave him one hell of a thrill,

"Of course I bet you'll know most of them soon enough if you keep showing off." Laoch added, a grin instantly plastering itself on Dante's face upon hearing these words. His sentence was probably rather true though, it seemed that most guys hated people who acted arrogantly and showed off and if he kept displaying little tad bits of what he could do, he was bound to get some attention from "Varronites" at one point or another... phenominal.

Regardless, Dante's dark orange orbs watched silently as Laoch readied the soccer ball for a kick, his foot hitting the ball with a great amount of strength, but for a man his size, probably not much. Despite this though, the ball had went flying past Dante's right side, his head turning back to watch it as it smacked against the wall, a deafening noise filling the area,

"Thats how you kick a ball." Laoch added suddenly as Dante turned his head back, noticing that his tone had gotten a bit more cocky as he wiped invisible dirt off his left shoulder just for an extra "umph" factor,

"Nice kick you got there, you could probably do good in a defense position in Soccer since you could easily get the ball away from the opposing team and to the forwards." Dante said absent-mindly, not actually fully realizing he had said it. Though before he went any further, his eyes turned to Atticus, glaring at him dully as he turned fully toward him,

"May I help you?" he asked with his usual tone of sarcasm.

OOC: Sorry it's kind of short, had a hard time writing for this one.