Tell me what I need to know(Open)

[Terrance Stanford]

I Terrance Stanford, the prestigious Student Body President of Masters Academy... Now found myself wandering the dirty, low class, never seen a mop, halls of Moral Crest. Why you might ask? Because I am convinced that God hates me for being so different. I am rich beyond any child's wildest dreams, and I'm not bad looking either. I also have this great ability to understand others. I like to think myself a humanitarian. I donate all my left overs to my local, three zip codes away, homeless shelter.

I ran my finger along the wall as I walked, it left a clean streak on the unkempt surface. Jesus, did this place even have a maintenance crew?!?!?!

I stopped suddenly, having found a group of girls standing around in a circle, giggling.

"Excuse me peasant wenches, do you by chance have any information on the hierarchy of your school?" I figured if I addressed them by their class, the would understand that I was far superior to they, and give me the information I sought.

[Sam Ballerino]

Sam was talking to a couple of girls in her math class, laughing over the idiocy of their teacher, as well as half the 42 staff. As much of a fearful fondness as Sam had for the school and it's people, the teachers were... not always up to par. One of the girls reminded them of the time their oh-so-beloved teacher had mistakenly told them that the definition of a parallelogram was "no beginning and no end." This set the group to giggling again.

"Excuse me peasant wenches, do you by chance have any information on the hierarchy of your school?"

Sam turned to see a blond boy, well-dressed and with a rather haughty look on his face. Sam raised an eyebrow at him, a half-amused, half-disbelieving smirk on her face. "'Peasant wenches?' What are we, on a pirate ship?" She'd get to his actual question in a second - she wasn't rude - but first she wanted to make sure the kid wasn't certifiably insane. Peasant wenches? Really?

[Tash]

Tash had just finished the most godawful math class. Well she supposed she shouldn't complain, because she had slept through most of it, having learned it all the year before and not needing much in the way of review. So it had been more of a godawful nap. Now she, Sam and a few others were outside the classroom, reaccustoming themselves to the gift of fresh air and joking around about the ineptitude of the dear old prof., when they were interrupted by-

"Excuse me peasant wenches, do you by chance have any information on the hierarchy of your school?"

The almond skinned girl's eyebrows almost disappeared into her wild mane of hair. The boy in question was blonde and handsome in a yearbook kind of way. He was extremely well dressed and carried himself prissily, as though he wished to touch as few things about him as possible. In fact he looked as though he would avoid the concrete itself if that were an option. So 42 was kind of sketch. But it was their 42. His attempt at politeness rankled. Arms crossed, the long scar on her right uppper arm shifting with the motion. Peasant wenches? Who did this baggiano think he was?

She turned a pair of lazy crocodile green eyes on the boy, which surveyed him, unimpressed by his obvious wealth. When she spoke it was in a lazy husky voice. Though she addressed the pretty brunette beside her, her gaze was direct. It focused unwaveringly on him.


"Sam, I don't think we should respond to this sad little malandrino's question till he bothers to address us respectfully."

[Young-Min Adair]

"Words of advice. Calling the students here, 'peasant wenches' won't get you any answers," Min spoke up from behind, adding 'spoiled brat' to the end of her comment in her mind. Sure, he certainly looked prestigious, but he was also really stupid. It was like Young-Min saying, 'Excuse me, you spoiled brat, but I was wondering if you could by any chance...' Yeah, wouldn't work too well, would it? By using the terms, 'excuse me', Min only felt that he was trying to be polite, yet at the same time, an asshole by adding the 'peasant wenches'. But you know what? It seemed like he was genuinely interested in the hierarchy of this school, so if he really wanted information...

Two other females already addressed the guy appropriately, or at least, it was appropriate in her eyes. To gain respect, you either instill fear or respect people in return. These girls don't look like the type to be afraid of some wealthy punk, and Min sure as hell wasn't the type to be afraid of anyone, except maybe Chuck Norris. Min didn't know the two other girls - at all - but it was quite obvious that one was named Sam.

The senior crossed her arms and leaned against the wall, keeping her eyes steady on the boy. Besides, what would this guy want with the information of their school? Did he even attend this school? 'Cause if he did, then boy, was this a wake up call for him..

[Terrance Stanford]

"'Peasant wenches?' What are we, on a pirate ship?"

Uh... Teh Lame! This peasant was going to give me a headache @_@

"Sam, I don't think we should respond to this sad little malandrino's question till he bothers to address us respectfully."

Respectfully?!??! I had called them what they appeared to be. How was that not respectful!?!? I had something on the tip of my tongue but then...

"Words of advice. Calling the students here, 'peasant wenches' won't get you any answers"

But I thought we had already established that fact? Ugh... not only were they filthy, but dumb too. I thought peasants were at least capable of comprehension. Me.... NOBLE, them... dirt poor and unimportant... Maybe if I offered them moneyz.

"Listen wenches, I will offer you a hundred dollars for the information I seek. Aces?" If they knew what was good for them they would take my money and give me the info I sought. If not, I was no fucking Chance Harvard. Sex did not apply to targets of my wrath, it would be equal all the same.

I pulled out the Benjamin and waved it in the air.

"Woooo Look! Legal tender!" I giggled.

[Tash]

Tash's eyes just about glazed over with boredom. Was he really flailing money at them? She would have been offended if his arrogance weren't so amusing. If there was one thing she hated above all, it was arrogance. It was one of the few things that bothered her enough to provoke her to a fight. That, however, was not the kind of mood she was in today.

Clearly the young buck took it for granted that he was hot shit. A rich daddy and a fancy prep school could do that to the feeble minded. Which clearly, he was. If you had that much money and power and you flaunted it like that....well it didn't really say much for you at all. If he was arrogant and original, well that might have merited some cause for attention. He was frustrating, oh hell was he frustrating, but he wasn't worth the fight. It was almost amusing, the way he simply assumed superiority and promptly made a complete ass out of himself in doing so.

Though her parents were of modest means, upper middle class to tell the truth: her mother a well known college professor and lecturer and her father an ex-Marine. Though she dressed as unconsciously of brand name designers and fashion as was probably possible, Tash knew about wealth and entitlement. Both sets of her grandparents in Italy, whom she visited every summer, were wealthy vintners and horse breeders. They were both very prestigious and respectable old families of means in Sicily and Southern Italy. So while Tash could speak fluent Prada and Fendi and the like and owned plenty of it back in her Italian villas, it wasn't something she flaunted. She saw no reason to.

"Caccolo. Typical passe American nouveau riche...." She murmured to herself.

Dress up a monkey in Armani, she thought, and he may seem prococious and cute, but underneath all that designerwear, you still have, well - just a chimp in a suit.

[Sam Ballerino]

"Words of advice. Calling the students here, 'peasant wenches' won't get you any answers"

Sam didn't know the girl leaning against the wall, but she liked her immediately. Especially since she took Sam's side here. But she looked like she wasn't about to take shit from this kid, which is exactly what Sam approved of.

"She's right," Sam said to the prep kid, motioning to the girl on the wall. "Conceit tends to get you a bloody face here." It may have sounded like a threat, but Sam had no intention of trying to back it. Not that she could have, even if she'd wanted to. No, it was merely a tip. The guy was obviously new.

And then he tried to offer money. Money? Really? Like they were... well... peasants or something. Sam wasn't rich by any means, but she had money when she needed it, and the sight of him waving a hundred around like a dog biscuit was just too much for her, and she laughed.

"You'd rather give us a hundred dollars than just say 'please'?" Sam shook her head and nudged Tash. "Sorella, penso che sia un po' di fuori."

[Tash]

Tash rolled her eyes. Sam was right, she thought. Who was this kid anyway? He was wasting her precious time. She had homework to do and a dinner date with Dominic. Her luminous green eyes narrowed slightly. This rich little shit was starting to get on her nerves. How he failed to understand that being born into money was luck of the draw, she couldn't see. Flaunting wealth was a laughably petty past time she never indulged in.

"Che palla." She remarked casually to Sam. "I think it'd be best to ignore the little culo. He doesn't seem worth our time. But maybe that's just me."

[Young-Min Adair]

Wow, was this guy serious? Min was about to burst out in laughter but kept it in, because it sure seemed like the guy was being serious. What an idiot, really. Kids like him gave the wealthy a bad reputation; the whole spoiled, superiority complex that just annoyed the hell out of everyone else. Yeah, people understand that you're wealthy by the way you dress, but once they open their mouths it's like... Why don't you use your money for a better education? I mean, let's be real. A rich school doesn't mean sh!t if you don't learn anything useful. Like manners. That's useful, y'know? And it looks like this kid doesn't know the word 'please', so... Yeah, so much for paying $40+ grand a year for high school.

"You'd rather give us a hundred dollars than just say 'please'?"

"I think it'd be best to ignore the little culo. He doesn't seem worth our time. But maybe that's just me."

She realized that they both spoke some sort of foreign language to each other; Spanish? She didn't know. It was interesting though, to watch them communicate, only because Min had a slight fascination and a great interest in foreign languages.

"...the way he giggles and waves the bill around kind of reminds me of homosexual men in gay strip clubs," Min spoke her thoughts. Don't get me wrong; she didn't have anything against gay people - it's just humorous because that's what he reminded her of.

[Tash]

Tash couldn't help it, she overheard the second girl's comment and let out a snort of laughter. It was a ridiculously accurate image. She shoots the girl a grin, stepping over and extending a right hand with scarred knuckles for a steady shake.

"Name's Tash. Short for Natasha. I don't think we've met yet." She says, her voice husky and the words rolling easily off her tongue. A shake of her head towards the taller slender brunette sends her own wild mane of dreadlocks to slight shifting. "That's Sam." The Italiana liked this girl already. She said what was on her mind, no fussing around with politics. That was something she could appreciate. It was the way she was herself.

[Terrance Stanford]

Hmmm... They didn't go for it. I thought poor people liked money, what the hell was going on here? Now they were ignoring me, going on with their babbling like I was just a mere passerby. If they wouldn't give me what I wanted to know... I would take it.

I scoped the girls, looking them up and down. Clearly the feisty one was the strongest, I would need her strength for this. The other two were a close race for fastest, but it would have to go to the first girl, the one I addressed as the 'Peasant Wench' initially. They could all take a decent hit, aces for me. This was an easy pick. Heh, the girl that constantly spat Italian at me!? Now this was funny. She had the greatest intellect of them all? What a cruel fate I was dealt! @_@ Spinny eyes! Now the first girl was also the wisest, ok so it was settled. I would use their strengths against them ^_^ *Yay I win time*

I reached forward grabbing the two girls directly in front of me by the hair, Sam and Tash.

"Sweeties, you greatly underestimate me. Now my answers please?" I giggled. I'll show dat bitch who is gay!

OoC- Please use these stats when formulating your responses.

Str- 25
Dex- 31
Con- 31
Wis- 38
Int- 25
Cha- 13

[Victor "Break" D'Armond]

Victor walked down the hallways of the little school of moral crest high. its relaxing atmosphere calmed his heated mood. earlier he had been running into so many idiots, he seemed like he was always fighting these days... always someone who wanted their face punched in because they where a little too "attention grabbing". Fighting was good though, it never got boring, and it took his mind off of other things, like his next class... math was so boring... too easy. Still his huge smile rested on his face with no worries, boring or not he'd find a way to entertain himself, he was good at that... and he was in the mood to do a bit of writing anyway.

As he walked down the crowded corridors his eyes caught site of Tash and Sam, and a third girl he had never met talking to a very posh looking youth. Victor quickly looked down, checking himself out. form fitting true religion jeans over white jack purcell's with a white short sleeve button down shirt with light grey designs running all over it. today his blonde hair was laying flat on his head, attractively messy, with a little bit of scruff running around the edge of his defined jaw. it was a different look than what he usually wore, more hipster-y, but he knew the two best things about him never changed, his big smile, and his big heart. Also, his blue eyes... those where quite nice...

Victor strode over to the young man, knowing he himself was not dressed awfully, and thats when the kid picked up his two friends. Victor's blue eyes flashed and his pace quickened.

"Hey bro" Victor would say in his rich voice, patting the kid on the shoulder roughly with his big hands. if the kid turned around this would be followed with a strong punch to the face. if the kid decided it wasn't worth his time to turn around he would earn himself a full nelson, locking his arms and probably forcing him to let go of Victor's friends.

"Not cool picking on girls, dude" Victor would say, his rich voice mixing with his socal accent to give his voice an almost musical quality

[Terrance Stanford]

As I patiently, well patiently enough for me, waited for the girls answers I pulled their hair slowly but firmly. Like yanking on a bitch's collar when she refuses to listen. I would have my answers, but whether or not more force would be involved, was up to them.

Then I felt clammy hands reach under my arms and over my shoulders. Was I being restrained by some peasant from behind?!?! OH DEAR! This just would not do...

"Not cool picking on girls, dude

Who in the bloody hell did this man think he was? Well, I could not get a look at him, but I could tell it was a man from the sound of his voice and the strength of his grapple.

"Wait.... What girls? I only see a couple of lowly hags that have refused to address authority." I made no attempt to wiggle out of the peasant in shining armor's grasp. There was simply no need. "Lowly assailant, where is and who is #42's School Captain? If you answer my question with useful information, I will let them go. I was not above bargaining, if I got what I sought then things would go well for all parties involved. Its only when things begin to stress me, that I lose my cool.

[Victor "Break" D'Armond]

School Captain? what the fuck? what did this kid want with Matrim?

and what did he mean by lowly assailant? and 'hags' these where his friends! and hot friends at that!

"Well, you're really just quite the Arrogant prick type aren't you? Didn't your mother ever tell you, don't judge a book by its cover!?" Victor would ask, sneering, his grip tightening up, which would draw the kids arms uncomfortably far back, painfully so. clearly this kid just thought himself way above the law.

Now Victor liked Matrim... well, he'd only briefly met him once, but... well, Victor had no reason not to like Matrim, how about that? and Victor wasn't the type to sell his friends out. He was the type however to trick snot nosed pricks into not hurting his friends anymore.

"Tell you what, if you kindly let go of my friends, and tell them how beautiful they look today, and then I'll tell you all about our delightful school Capitan" he said, adding the little spanish flare to captain, just for shits and giggles. his acting was quite convincing, the honesty in his tone never fluctuated... hell, if the kid let go Victor might even consider telling him about the captain for real... but he didn't quite seem like the type to just do as he was asked.

he chuckled lightly, his adrenaline begining to flow, this was always his favorite part...

[Terrance Stanford]

"Well, you're really just quite the Arrogant prick type aren't you? Didn't your mother ever tell you, don't judge a book by its cover!?"

I simply smiled, giggled a little, and then smiled some more. The peasant was determined, which was apparent by the strength increasing in his grip. What was this crap?

"Tell you what, if you kindly let go of my friends, and tell them how beautiful they look today, and then I'll tell you all about our delightful school Capitan"

Was this a joke? Was there something I was missing? I didn't see any beautiful people... Was I going blind? No.. That couldn't be it... He was referring to the peasant wenches? Hell no.

"Nah. That doesn't even sound worth it." I muttered quickly as my leg shot backward, upward, and into my attacker's groin. I assumed that he would drop like a rock, or at least allow his grip to fail so that he may save his testes. Shortly after, I would slam my arms into one another, sending Tweedledee's head into Tweedledum's, Sam and Tash. After the meeting of the heads, I turned my body and tossed them behind me, at my lowly attacker. If he was on the ground they would simply collide, given that they were only tossed by their hair.

"Silly silly peasants." I giggled. "Tell me where he is... Or I'll make you tell me." My eyes grew large, and I began to drool.

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