Post by Jeremiah Sykes on Apr 7, 2009 20:54:39 GMT -5
OOC((Gwen first then open))
"Get him!"
The cold blue eyes of the massive monolith that was Jeremiah Sykes passed over the three children who stood in front of one, the leader of the group shouting an order before the other two jumped the lone child. He shook his head, returning his gaze to the path that his feet had set before him as he walked toward the school building, placing the keys to his newly rebuilt Motorcycle into his pocket. He pulled open the doors, thinking to himself about his whereabouts. Large holes in concrete, a body or two leaning up against the walls. Teachers hid in their classrooms like scared dogs, knowing if they stepped into the open the students would only feed on them next. He was disgusted with it. Disgusted that he was forced to go and listen to these parasites try and teach something.
He walked to his locker, the frustration inside him growing as he turned the lock combination, entering in his Numbers to retrieve his science book and note paper. A pencil was hastily shoved into his pocket as well- he guessed he'd need that. Still, even as he made his way for the first time that year to class, he couldn't help but wonder what would happen to the place. He despised this school, yet at the same time felt an odd sort of attachment. He wondered if the girl, Bix, was transmitting her feelings to him. He didn't know, nor did he care. For once he was without her, and could have a day all on his own.
'Still...with no law or order, its only a matter of time before this place breaks down in a full on riot.'
His thoughts were kept inside as his footsteps reverberated off the eerily empty halls, some places splattered with blood, others holding chips in the paint, or teeth in metal. He turned into his classroom, noticing that he wasn't the first one here, but at least he wasn't the last. He took a seat near the back corner, male eyes following him hungrily. It disturbed him- they watched him like a bunch of rabid dogs on the scent of a challenge, on a piece of meat that they longed to devour and claim for their own.
'Monsters.'
It sounded funny that he should be the one to call them monsters, since he was usually the one taking the title- with good reason. He had killed many with those callused hands of his, and what was worse was that he didn't regret it. Still, that was a life he left behind, and he wasn't one to dwell on the past. He neither looked at those he killed as obstacles or as a piece of meat, but as parts of his job. He was The Tank- dubbed so for the steadfast and methodical way he did things. Its how he was, who he was. He had no hard feelings for those few who had defeated him, and the many he had broken would not soon admit that they were sore about it. It was just the game of life.
'Still, I'll need to be more careful...things are getting worse.'
He watched as the teacher began to take roll-call, then began handing out assignments and prescribed by the new manager of academics, Mr. Purple. What a shitty name- Mr. Purple. He looked down at the paper, a Science Lab, and at the name of his partner-
'Whoa, hold the show.'
"Can't i just do this on my own?" His deep voice was devoid of emotion, but it was obvious by his demeanor that he wished to remain a single participant, and alone.
"No. This is a Group lab prescribed by the system, so don't think trying to beat it out of me will do you any good- i have no power to change it."
'Fuck.'
He sighed.
'Just do the lab and get it over with, then you can be on your way. Simple.'
He looked around the room, trying to spot the female that he would be unfortunately pairing up with.
"Get him!"
The cold blue eyes of the massive monolith that was Jeremiah Sykes passed over the three children who stood in front of one, the leader of the group shouting an order before the other two jumped the lone child. He shook his head, returning his gaze to the path that his feet had set before him as he walked toward the school building, placing the keys to his newly rebuilt Motorcycle into his pocket. He pulled open the doors, thinking to himself about his whereabouts. Large holes in concrete, a body or two leaning up against the walls. Teachers hid in their classrooms like scared dogs, knowing if they stepped into the open the students would only feed on them next. He was disgusted with it. Disgusted that he was forced to go and listen to these parasites try and teach something.
He walked to his locker, the frustration inside him growing as he turned the lock combination, entering in his Numbers to retrieve his science book and note paper. A pencil was hastily shoved into his pocket as well- he guessed he'd need that. Still, even as he made his way for the first time that year to class, he couldn't help but wonder what would happen to the place. He despised this school, yet at the same time felt an odd sort of attachment. He wondered if the girl, Bix, was transmitting her feelings to him. He didn't know, nor did he care. For once he was without her, and could have a day all on his own.
'Still...with no law or order, its only a matter of time before this place breaks down in a full on riot.'
His thoughts were kept inside as his footsteps reverberated off the eerily empty halls, some places splattered with blood, others holding chips in the paint, or teeth in metal. He turned into his classroom, noticing that he wasn't the first one here, but at least he wasn't the last. He took a seat near the back corner, male eyes following him hungrily. It disturbed him- they watched him like a bunch of rabid dogs on the scent of a challenge, on a piece of meat that they longed to devour and claim for their own.
'Monsters.'
It sounded funny that he should be the one to call them monsters, since he was usually the one taking the title- with good reason. He had killed many with those callused hands of his, and what was worse was that he didn't regret it. Still, that was a life he left behind, and he wasn't one to dwell on the past. He neither looked at those he killed as obstacles or as a piece of meat, but as parts of his job. He was The Tank- dubbed so for the steadfast and methodical way he did things. Its how he was, who he was. He had no hard feelings for those few who had defeated him, and the many he had broken would not soon admit that they were sore about it. It was just the game of life.
'Still, I'll need to be more careful...things are getting worse.'
He watched as the teacher began to take roll-call, then began handing out assignments and prescribed by the new manager of academics, Mr. Purple. What a shitty name- Mr. Purple. He looked down at the paper, a Science Lab, and at the name of his partner-
'Whoa, hold the show.'
"Can't i just do this on my own?" His deep voice was devoid of emotion, but it was obvious by his demeanor that he wished to remain a single participant, and alone.
"No. This is a Group lab prescribed by the system, so don't think trying to beat it out of me will do you any good- i have no power to change it."
'Fuck.'
He sighed.
'Just do the lab and get it over with, then you can be on your way. Simple.'
He looked around the room, trying to spot the female that he would be unfortunately pairing up with.
