Textbook Failure (Ophelia)

[David Blaze]

"Look, all i'm saying is that you give a very provacative vibe by wearing Daisy Dukes. As a teacher i dont think you should be-"

The teacher paused, turning her head to look David full in the face. She had long, silky brown hair and big, round, beautiful blue eyes. She didnt seem to understand that she was stunning, possibly the best looking teacher there. She was new, and it was eighty eight degrees outside, but flashing your legs to the entire student populace at a school where shit goes wrong on an hourly basis was not the best idea, at least in his opinion. She had been understanding when he first said something- the woman had thought he was trying to hit on her and that it was cute. But David saw the way the men looked her way, and he didnt like the lust and barabaric evil planted in thier eyes. After twenty minutes, the teacher had gotten irritated,and now she just looked mad.

"Thank you Mr. Blaze but i'll wear what i damn well please. Now if you'll excuse me."

She took a sudden left, and David was forced to stand and watch as the teacher headed for thier lounge. He sighed, and knew that, before long, that woman would probably get the scare of her life. And he would be forced to save her. He scrunched up his face slightly as he walked away. Why did that thought sound so cocky? He stepped over the body of a student, grabbing two other student by the back of thier collar and throwing them away from each other, the students having been getting in each others faces. They fixed thier shirts and stared at David, glared at each other, and walked away. He frowned, leaning down and pressing his hand to the neck of the student he stepped over.

Why couldn't people just go to class and stop the dick measuring?

[Ophelia]

School had been interesting, and surprisingly uneventful. Her first day hadn’t exactly gone over so well with the students; the teachers seemed pretty easy to talk to…but she’d barely socialized all day. Ophelia was in a bathroom stall changing out of one of her famed 40’s outfits and into something a bit more effective in terms of fighting. She noticed that the school also had swarms of aggression…Luckily, she didn’t have to defend herself quite yet, but it wasn’t as though she’d made any sort of impression otherwise. A sigh tumbled from her, and she stuffed her clothes in her white purse, wearing spandex and a faded Bob Dylan concert shirt from her dad. She was headed on her way practice wrestling in the gym to try and wear herself out before she had to go home. She figured with all of the madness happening at this school, she wouldn’t have much trouble finding a partner to spar with…boxing, of course, was acceptable as well…her patience was pretty extensive, after all. There was a chance that nobody would come by, or she wouldn’t be able to capture anyone’s attention long enough to get them to come with her.

She continued walking and noticed two more boys clawing at eachother’s throats. Hmm. Well, there was always the possibility she could jump into that fight to get her exercise…but the concrete didn’t look like the best wrestling mat. She frowned and knew she’d have to walk past them to reach her destination if she didn’t want to take a huge, unnecessary detour. So she continued walking with the exact pace she had before, her face calm and curious, as usual; and then a third boy mad himself noticed. She recognized this one from earlier in the day and smiled to him, nodding her head and making eye contact for at least a few minutes. If he was curious enough to know where she was going, perhaps he’d follow. Otherwise, she would leave him to his business of maintaining order—in this school, it seemed rather important.

[David Blaze]

David glanced over, forcing a double take as the newbile entry into the school looked to him and smiled. David gave a polite smile and nod in turn, coming to his feet and stepping away from the body. He wore a sleeveless shirt, white, and a Black Gi, or Matrial arts outfit. On his back, right around the shoulders area, would be his last name in Black flame. The outfit was more than comfortable, but not something you'd wear all day. So why was he wearing it? Because he too, had planned on heading for the gym for some after school excersize before he had run into that teacher from earlier. He would speak before she walked away.

"The gym huh? Looking for company?"

David assumed she was heading to the gym by what she wore- it was a classic excersizing outfit. He would gladly join her, were she willing, though he didnt want to intrude or push anything on her. Should she say yes, he'd follow after he, trying his best to make small talk- an effort that always landed him sounding like an idiot.

"So- how do you like your first day so far?"

[Ophelia]

"School was fascinating. The teachers and students are all very...um...interesting." And, apparently, also excessively violent.

She nodded toward him and was glad he decided to follow her...why, with his company, she was certain that she could have some fun with a partner...whether that be more conventional fighting, wresting, or something decidedly different, she didn't mind; it was all exciting to her, and she could really use the practice. After all, seeing how many kids here got punched in the face daily, it seemed pretty necessary to at least work on some of her skills.

Ophelia wasn't particularly good at taking a punch; but she could certainly pack one, and she wasn't too shabby at avoiding them, either...but David looked like he had some expertise in the area. At least she would get something valuable with him as a sparring partner. Maybe one day she'd surpass him...judging by that uniform, that day was a long ways from happening. "Yes...I noticed around here a lot of people get...hmm...injured..." she glanced toward the boys fighting and then quickly snapped her attention back front and center, seeing the outline of the gym from the distance. "I was wondering if you wanted to practice um...boxing or wrestling, so I could improve my self-defense?" she gave a warm smile toward him.