Such... pointless hatred... (open)

[jahova]

Dream Sequence

Jahova was exploring the city once more, and every time he would take a step, the guitar on his back would ring out a bit. He entered onto the school's grounds and it seemed dark, as if the sun didn't exist around this building. The more steps he would take, the more and more hatred he would sense. He was hesitant... but the cross necklace glew more and more to protect him. He walked through the school's hallways and winced at the demonic images around him. They were very cruel towards him, pointing and laughing. But, in the middle of the school he stood up straight as the demonic students pounced. His light repelled them, and Jahova awoke.

Awakening

Jahova woke up in a motel. He had earned a little money from street performing the past few days so he could actually have a place to stay. He was fresh and clean and got ready to see what the school here was like, and wether or not he would transfer here to further his education. He saw Xian... and wondered whome else was here. He took his shower in quiet, even placing his hands on the wall below the showerhead and just leaning there... watching the water flow down the drain. Was life here really going to be good? Was it worth the walk all the way across the country?

He got out and dried himself off, then got dressed and headed for Hircine. It took a bit of a walk, and still he carried his guitar and held his head high. Upon getting there, he was immediately gawked at. He heard a few people mumble, "Dirty Varron Transfer... look at that face... what a freak!" He shrugged it aside and continued to walk with his hands in the front pockets of his zip-up sweater. He approached the front doors... and thats when the hatred started to show.

A particularly nasty few jocks blocked his path and pushed him back. Jahova closed his eyes and sighed after getting a few feet away from him. He opened them again and said, "Why, do you harbor such hatred for those who have done no wrong to you?" The jock and his friends laughed, "Yes you have! You've tainted our school Varronite and tainted my eyes with your awful face!" They laughed and pounded each other's knuckles. Jahova sighed, "Of course... covering up your own incompetence behind those muscles and mindless taunts... if you ask me, your ruining your own school..." That, infuriated them. They charged and attacked.

But, luckily enough, Jahova was far too experienced with evasion from bullish goons that they ended up... tiring themselves out and abandoning it. Apparantly, his troubles wouldn't end at this new school... he never really thought they would because, such is the curse of virtuosity. Jahova pushed up his glasses and walked into the school.

[jdmthe1st]

Antonio sees a group of people threatening Jahova but evaded them and he walked off. He walks up to Jahova and speaks in a mexican english accent with his green and yellow mask still on.

"Ey! You did good just running right through and not really beating anyone up. I just got here amigo and I am seeing the same thing. So what brings you out to a place like this pal?"

[amelia]

(Sorry again about not posting yesterday ^ ^;

Amélia looked out through the glass window of the door, where she could clearly see those annoying jocks starting to pick on someone. Again. "Gah, such bullies." she told herself, looking at the victim lazily. "This shouldn't take too long. That's too bad, I would've liked to take a shot of this guy before his face was messed up."

She held her digiatal camera in her hands, ready to snap a shot, however she was having second thoughts now. She liked to take a picture of the people she didn't know. It was something she felt compelled to do, where she liked to know who everyone was, or at least have seen them and know their names. Made her job a bit easier.

Her eyes widened in delight as the student whom she'd never seen before, dodged and tired out the jocks, who, gave up and left him alone. "Well well, seems like I can get my shot after all" she snickered, skipping towards Jahova as he entered the school. Unfortunately, someone else got there before her, and from the way she heard him speak, he was from some other country for sure. Not that it mattered, it was just something she took note of. 'I haven't seen him either. Might as well get to know 'em both then. At least a little.' she thought.

As she was near enough, she snapped a shot of them both, a flash would be easily seen by both men and if they traced it to the source, they'd find the pink-haired Amélia standing there with her camera smiling.
"Heh, very nice." she said mostly to herself. Her eyes widened a little as she took notice of the facial features of one of them (Jahova) and she zoomed in the photo to take a better look. 'Whoa. I never take such odd shots...' she thought before casting an actual glance at Jahova and hopping in surprise. "Aha! I didn't mess up the shot! Wow, what happened to your face? Looks kinda painful."

She meant no disrespect, however her blunt nature sometimes made her come off as a little rude.
"Oh, heh, where are my manners?" this statement was a trick question, for, she really didn't have any so to speak. "I'm Amélia DeLorme, part of the school paper. Who are you two fine Gentlemen?"
She looked at them both with a cheery attitude, not thinking even once about if she had intruded into a conversation or anything. It was kind of too late now anyway.

[jahova]

Jahova looked to the man with the mask. He immediately wondered what it was that he was hiding behind that mask. It wasn't his place to know he supposed... and if it was, he would eventually find out, such is the way of things. Jahova finally replied to his comment, "Well... hatred breeds more hatred... to strike back would just be adding to the pile which, already, has far too much..."

Thats when he noticed a bright flash, like someone taking a photo. It may seem weird... but that would be the first photograph of Jahova ever. He felt a little awkward... but just smiled toward the inquisitive girl. Yeah, it hurt a little to see her reaction toward his face... but nothing near what used to happen.

"Well, Amelia, its a pleasure to meet you... my name is Jahova... Jahova Kruschev... but you can call me 'Bard'." With that, he gave a bow politely, his guitar shifting up a bit. The very first thing (other than his face) one would notice when talking to him... was his extraordinary voice. The guitar on his back, a great voice, it should then be obvious why he was nicknamed "Bard".

[jdmthe1st]

Antonio looks at Jahova then Amelia. He says to both of them

"Thee mask is here for ah couple reasons. Everyone wonders but its a dream of mine too. Back in Mehi-co (Mexico) I got the chance of a lifetime and everyone was mad at me over there so I moved and hoped nobody knew who I really was. It would put my family in danger and over here almost nobody knows me unless they see me in the ring. I fight in the ring for fun. I just enjoy it too much. Outside the ring you cant enjoy fights there."

Antonio says to both of them "I am Antonio. But I dont use my ring name here because its not formal. I also cant tell you my real last name. Its protected by the uh school and thee events I work at. So if you ever see me in a class you will know my last name is fake."

[Dirk]

Dirk wound his way through the throngs of people, his eyes searching the faces and backs of heads for no one in particular. He was looking for mischief and it wasn't long before he saw something he recognized.

A pretty little pink head, one he knew as the poor girl Amelia that had been dumped by some nitwit. Surely she was over it by now, but Dirk couldn't help but want to speak to her again. Perhaps he left a lasting impression and if he did, he always liked knowing.

Dirk would use careful planning, staying out of her sight, before walking quietly behind her, He would speak as he passed but would keep moving so by the time she looked over her shoulder he would already be past.

"Hello beautiful...."

Dirk would then go around behind the masked man, he was confused as to why the boy would wear such a thing but his mind soon supposed something and it wasn't long for it to travel to his mouth as he walked around the person also.

"Someone must not like looking in the mirror...."

Dirk would stop at the other side of the masked boy. His eyes fixing on the man with the visible burn scars. He was intrigued, fire and burning was a small fixation of his and it was visible as he moved that he had self inflicted and intricate burn scars up his neck and the sides of his head.

"May I inquire as to the nature of the scars?"

Dirk would be almost polite, he would sound sincere, but he wasn't entirely sure if he was going to be entirely pleasant yet or not. For not he would let his eyes wander amoung the group, keeping tabs particularly on dear little Amelia, as she may not like him.

[amelia]

Amélia looked at Jahova and gave a small nod, acknowledging his name and giving it a try. "Nice to meet you Jaho- er, Bard"
Something about calling him Bard felt awakward. It was probably due to the fact that it wasn't a very common nickname, and that it wasn't a word someone said everyday either. Even so, Amélia adored "different" and individuality (Shown through the fact she dyed her hair pink and dressed in clothes that she made herself.) and she would enjoy having an aquaintance or friend with such a unique nickname.

Her green eyes shifted onto Antonio, who explained a bit of his life and reasoning behind the fact he wore a mask. Amélia was very excited about meeting two very interesting fellows. She couldn't help but think the whole "Hiding my last name" bit odd though, but she didn't say anything. "Well nice to meet you as well Antonio" she said, placing her hands on her hips.

~"Hello Beautiful..."~

Those words were spoken with a familiar voice, one that sent a chill down her spine. She saw him then, that person from before...
"Ah! It's you! From the other day..." she said, hitting the side of her fist in her palm like one does when they figure something out. She couldn't seem to remember his name though, wether it be because he never told her or because she had forgotten. In any case, she watched as he interacted with the other two she was speaking to, remaining quiet. In fact, she was also curious as to why Bard's face was scarred like that.

[jahova]

He rose again and listened to Antonio's story, crossing his arms and shifting his head to the left a little bit. How sad... but all that was interrupted by another person with strange hair and clothing. That really didn't bother him that much... but then he questioned his face. Perhaps he would have to resort back to hiding it? He wasn't ashamed... just slightly annoyed that it was the only thing anyone seemed to be interested in.

"Well, stranger... and Amelia... if my face is the only reason your bothering to talk to me, then take your inquisitions elsewhere." He sighed and closed his eyes. "I apologize for that... curiosity is natural and you can't really help it. If you must know, it was burnt due to a plane crash many years ago..." His mind wandered back to the blazing inferno as it plummeted to the ground. His smile faded... but he didn't frown. He diverted his eyes from them.

He looked out the window and smiled again at the beauty of the sky. How many times in the past had he simply sat in the grass and just... stared into the open blue, letting his mind wander toward a series of philosophies. Perhaps, someday, he'll find someone to share them with, once this school gets used to his grotesque face.

[jdmthe1st]

Antonio heard someone muttering words behind the group of three people.

"Hello beautiful...."

"Someone must not like looking in the mirror...."

"May I inquire as to the nature of the scars?"

Antonio heard these comments and he thought to himself carefully.

Antonio says to this stranger "Ey amigo! What business you have here, you can wait until we are done talking before you decide to interrupt one of us. Muttering is also not a good way to start a conversation. I heard you mention words like beautiful, mirror and scars. Let me tell you something."

Antonio points at Jahova and still has his eyes fixed on this stranger and says "He has a real reason to not tell anyone about his scar. Plus hes a human being just like anyone of us here."

He lowers his finger and then he says "I have a reason to wear this mask yet I am human as well. Doesnt make me any different from any person either and same with the girl here.""

Antonio hears Jahova talk and he hears the following: "Well, stranger... and Amelia... if my face is the only reason your bothering to talk to me, then take your inquisitions elsewhere." He sighed and closed his eyes. "I apologize for that... curiosity is natural and you can't really help it. If you must know, it was burnt due to a plane crash many years ago..." His mind wandered back to the blazing inferno as it plummeted to the ground. His smile faded... but he didn't frown. He diverted his eyes from them.

Antonio thinks to himself "You arent the only one who gets talked to only because someone notices something different about you. How do you think I feel walking in school hallways with luchador masks? If I dont wear them then people will know who I am and then my same people who hate my family and I back in mexico will find us and probably hurt all of us."

Antonio looks up to both the stranger and Amelia and says "I apologize for the way I am behaving. Excuse us for a second."

Anonio walks with Jahova a safe distance away from the Amelia and the stranger at least out of earshot. He looks at Jahova again and he says "Ey its not your fault pal. You couldnt do notin (nothing) to help it. Anyways if you want to be friends and stuff just tell them. I dont need people who keep asking about the mask and nothing about being friends. Thats not what I came here for. Same way with you. You dont need people who keep asking about the scar and nothing about being friends. Even if you are not friends with these two over here, we can be friends. Actually I have something here for you anyways."

Antonio pulls out a packet and then a free ticket to something.

"In two weeks this is a match worth seeing. You get a free front row ticket which are hard to come by. If you went with someone you could bring your family or you could sit next to mine. My family will always welcome you. Anyways lets go back over and make some friends pal. If not then oh well. Theres alot of people who will be accepting take me for instance."

He goes back over to the stranger who is with Amelia and says "Ok sorry about that. Anyways stranger....."

Antonio extends his hand to this stranger and says "I never caught your name and it would be rude for me not to introduce myself. My name is Antonio and this is Jahova and that is............."

Antonio points at Amelia and says "Oh wait thats Amelia. I was trying to remember her name. Its so important to remember someones name dont you agree? I have a very short term memory too. Anyways never caught your name."

Antonio still is holding out his hand to this stranger.