New School, Old Face

[Jay]

((Seung-Ri Park, Open))

"Welcome to Moral Crest High School. My name is Dana, and I'll be showing you to your first class." A secretary at the front desk was kind enough to get up from her work and usher Jay to his class. What was it? Art. Something that seemed to be more and more diluted with each passing year. Jay nodded curtly in agreement and followed her out of the office.

After walking down a maze of hallways, walls of lockers, and doors leading to classrooms, Jay found himself outside the Art Studio. Looking inside, there didn't seem to be anything out of the ordinary. But what explained the strange happenings at the front door this morning? This place can't be all bad. The lady seems nice enough. "You'll be having Art first period." Pointing him into the room, she added, "You're late, but since it's your first day, I think you can be forgiven." Turning to leave, she left Jay standing at the doorway with the teacher.

"Class!" The murmuring, gossiping, and art-making stopped as everyone's attention was turned to the teacher, and Jay. "We have a new student." Turning to him, she motioned him to the front of the room. "Would you care to introduce yourself?"

Looking over the class, Jay was suddenly overcome with a sense of... what was it? Shyness? Nah, that can't be right, he thought as he shook his Air Forces nervously. "You can call me Jay," he said with a small bow.

"It's a pleasure."

[SR Park]

Every year there was one class he considered a "throw-away" class: a subject which he could put a little effort into and come out with a great mark, or put no effort into it at all and slip out with a half-decent mark. Ultimately, a course that could bring up his grade point average if he even quarter-assed it, but Seung-Ri was not that type of person. Art class just seemed impractical and arbitrary. Why did people take this course? Were they going to be artists? He sure as hell wasn't. Just another one to throw into the rubbish bin.

The only aspect of school he was concerned about was... well, he wasn't very concerned about school. He attended school because it was the best place to cause a ruckus, or as the sophomore equolently put it, "Fuck around." with little to no consequence, none that he couldn't handle, anyway. On a large scale with widespread effect, nonetheless. If you made a big enough splash, the whole school was getting wet, be it completely soaked or just catching stray water droplets. Students and faculty alike are affected either directly or indirectly, and even if they remain unscathed by the event, they know someone who was. Highschool was the ideal place for words to manifest.

Seung-Ri sat at his desk, staring blankly with his face cupped in his left hand at the miscellaneous doodles and graffiti he had been scratching into the sketchbook the art department provided for their students. With a sigh he turned his head toward the door to see who this new student was, and when he was within his sights, his mouth fell agape and his brow furrowed.

Jay?

His suspicions were only confirmed when the new student introduced himself, and Seung-Ri could not help but feel a bit of anxiety and comfort. Finally, a familiar face in this alien environment, and a possible accomplice in his plans for the future of Moral Crest. Ripping a sheet of paper out of his sketchbook, the 552 transfer crumpled it up into a ball and chucked it at the other transfer, a smirk coming to his lips as it sailed through the air.

[Jay]

The ball of paper sailed through the air...

As Jay turned to look back at the teacher for further instructions, his peripheral vision caught a bogie coming right for him. Opening his mouth to speak to the teacher, but realizing the "attack" (a very shitty one), Jay suddenly twisted his head around and blew the damn thing off-course. Fwooo. A gust of air escaped his lips and the mass of carbon dioxide met with the paper head-on, sending it floating back.

"Excuse me! Is that any way to welcome a new student?" The class was silent, but Jay could pretty much tell the students either

The smallest of smirks on his face, Jay turned to look at his friend (whom he couldn't remember because he had awesome amnesia). They made eye contact briefly, and with a nod to the teacher, Jay walked down the aisle, taking a seat next to the person who'd "attacked" him.

"Hello to you too."

[SR Park]

Jay simply blew the scrunched-up ball of paper away, earning a chuckle from the younger Korean. When his art teacher chided him, Seung-Ri said, "It's okay, we're friends. I know him."

There were a myriad of questions that were on the sophomore's mind he wanted to ask 552's other pillar. Some were innocent enough to ask in the classroom where other students would be able to eavesdrop, while others required the utmost privacy.

When Jay greeted him, he didn't beat around the bush. He went straight to the point, bluntly asking, "So, what brings you to the west-coast, Jay?"

[Jay]

"It's okay, we're friends. I know him."

Jay raised an eyebrow. We are? Jay began wondering if this kid was one of those people who believed he was kosher with everyone. The thought still floating in his mind, Jay walked down the aisle, and took a seat next to the Korean. However, instead of answering Jay's greeting, he went straight to something else. "So, what brings you to the west-coast, Jay?"

Jay blinked. Whoah, I didn't know we were that close already.

Jay shrugged. "Do I need a reason for being here?" he asked with a smirk. "I could ask you the same thing."