So this is... School?

[Morgan Proulx]

A young pink haired boy would walk into the courtyard. His hands in his pockets, four rings on his hands. His thumbs were looped into the pockets of his gray denim jeans, which were frayed from use on the heels and the knees. A plain white shirt that clung to his lean muscular form. A gray and black striped scarf wrapped casually around his neck, the ends reaching the middle of his chest and back. Around his wrists were several plastic bracelets in a variety of colors. He walked with a slouch so as to go unnoticed, his skin was rather pale as he moved about, with a bit of timid nature of a wild beast brought into a new tamed place. It was all new, all odd and all far to different for him. He felt caged, but knew that it was infinitely better than being alone again.

His sharp blue eyes darted left and right, looking to see who was around him, and what kind of people were there. Despite his vibrant hair and his drab clothing, he kind of meshed in with all the outrageous people, many of whom peaked Morgans attention. The more he moved through the school, the more he realized it was less tamed than it was, the students were their own law, administered occasionally by the staff. It was perfect organized chaos. It. Was. Home!

Morgan began to stand up straighter until he was through to the other end of the courtyard. He pressed his back against the wall of a building, he would of had too of looked at the student handbook to figure out which one, but for now he was content to watch the people milling about their day to day routines. It was fun to watch. To learn what school was. He spoke to himself, a British accent flowing forth.

"This place aint that bad after all~"

[Kenneth]

"Day fucking one..."

Kenneth thought to himself as he entered the courtyard. He dressed simple today. Wearing a white t-shirt, blue jeans, and black shoes. As a matter of fact he seemed a bit too simple for this school. But, the tattoo his arm and fangs sort of helped him blend in with all the crazy people.

Although he had been out of he school system of awhile he had still heard about PHS #42's reputation. Honestly he couldn't think of one good thing he had heard about the school, but so far it seemed rather calm.

Walking through the courtyard Kenneth looked around. He wasn't sure where he was suppose to go, but he was sure of one thing. He wanted something to drink. The problem was he had no money so he was going to have to ask someone for change.

Kenneth spotted a boy with pink hair leaning against a wall and figured he'd start there. After all if something went wrong Kenneth was pretty sure he could take the boy with pink hair, so he made his way over to him.

"He pinky, can you spare some change? I'm just looking to get a drink."

[Pine]

Pine was running early as he did every damn day. Not because he enjoyed bumming around the school but because he really had nothing better to do. The people at the group home were nice enough but not exactly people he liked to spend time with. All he knew was that as soon as he was able to get a job, he was gone from that place. Until then he would continue to leave for school early and come home late. He walked into the courtyard with his usual train of thought. His thoughts usually hit three key points; avoiding his little locker buddy so not to have to fight her, would he run into Roxy today, and would he run into Liberty/Bix today and which would he be speaking to.

~Hold the phone~ The little voice in his head said and Pine stopped walking.

~What now?~ Pine asked asked the voice.

~Look to your left~ The voice replied.

Pine turned to the left and saw a boy standing against the wall. This would not have been unusual except for the fact the boy had pink hair. Pine was taken back to the memory of a young boy he used to know. The kids name was Jeremy and he had hair just like that. Of course as Pine moved closer he could tell this was not Jeremy; that and Pine had attended Jeremy's funeral. Shot by a police officer as he tried to flee. Cop claimed he had a gun but none of the boys that were shot carried guns, it was against gang policy to do so. Baseball bats, chains, batons, 2x4's, and any other type of bludgeoning weapon you could find but no guns or blades.

Pine slowly made his way over to the boy for some unknown random reason. There was actually no good reason for Pine to try and approach the kid besides interest. It was then Pine saw another boy dressed rather plainly in comparison approach the pink haired one. Pine wore a pair of light blue denim levi redtabs, an olive drab green T-shirt covered by a black Quicksilver zip up hoodie. He was close enough to the boys by now to hear the other ask the pink haired boy for some change. Of course his actions made it clear this kid had very little concept of manners. He was probably just some kid looking for a fight and decided this unusual one would make a good target.

Pine reached into his pocket and pulled out a couple dollar bills and came up right behind the blond and tapped the boys left shoulder with the rolled up bills.

"Money needed money received. That should be enough to get you something to quench your thirst." He said in a harmless manner. Even though it was the violent Pine talking and not the stuttering nice guy, there was still a little restraint in him. Pine stepped a little further to the side after speaking so the blond could see the red head whose eyes were covered by his bangs. Had Pine known the blond had filed down fangs he would make a comment about what an interesting trio was standing here. The pink haired boy, the fanged boy and the boy who hid himself behind his hair.

[Valekin]

Yes, this is school. It is a place of learning. You do work, and get graded for your work here. Your work reflects you. Valekin on the other hand, does a different kind of work. Let's delve into that now, shall we? What does Valekin do at school? Fuck things up of course. He doesn't like schools like these, the academic institutions in his home country and across Europe were much more conducive to learning than this place. But anyway, he had gone about the day without so much as harming a soul yet. He had simply been walking through the halls. Then he came upon these three people.

One had pink hair. The other had fangs, he noticed that when the boy talked. The other was just a guy.

The guy was unremarkable, Valekin probably wouldn't remember him later. The pink hair on the other hand was kind of out there, and the fangs reminded him of himself. Valekin had fangs too, he wondered if the kid's were plastic or real. Valekin's were real. So very real. The pink one was also a limey, from what Valekin could hear. Or the accent was fake.

"Sup kids?"

Valekin asked, flashing a big old grin of his own.

[Morgan Proulx]

'Pinky' as it were, just looked up at the first fanged boy as he approached. Not his style, with a bored expression he looked up at the boy, his right hand fondling his back pocket attempting to find his wallet. As he pulled it out another boy had joined in, a rhyming voice that seemed a little choked on what he wanted to say. Morgan relaxed a little, these were people who he could communicate with. As the money was exchanged, and Morgan put his own wallet back in his pocket he spoke.

"This is interesting..."

His accent creeping out with his words, his blue eyes gave a little twinkle. They were not that of joy but mischief, there was always some fun to be had. And this group looked like it. Then when the next guy came... he realized things were going a little to fast for his liking.

"Nuthin~..."

He said with a quick glance and a nod of the head and the guy in front of him. This was a real odd ball group.

"The name is Morgan and you all?"

Simplest way to start anything. Introduction cos this had a good and bad vibe about the area. With a ringed hand, he ran it through his hair, pushing it off of his face. A smile played across his face. A mixed and unreadable smile.

[Kenneth]

"Money needed money received. That should be enough to get you something to quench your thirst."

Upon hearing this Kenneth smiled and chuckled a bit. He had gotten the money, but it was from the person he had asked. Reaching out his had Kenneth took the money.

"Thanks man."

As Kenneth was placing the money in his pocket he heard someone else's voice. He turned to see who it was. His eyes came across a strange looking boy with a wide grin on his face. The first thing Kenneth noticed were the carved down canines. A smile came across Kenneth's face. It wasn't often you saw someone with fangs like him and it always amused him when you did.

"Sup kids?"

Before Kenneth had time to answer the pick haired kid as answered and summed it up for everyone with a simple nothing.

"The name is Morgan and you all?"

"I'm Kenneth."

[Pine]

"Anytime..." Pine replied to the boy who later identified himself as Kenneth.

Pine did notice from a side glance that when the boy spoke he had sharpened Canines. Pine had never seen a person up close with those before. Sure he had heard of people in freak shows like the leopard man (or whatever his name is) and on CSI when they did the episode about vampires a few years back. Pine had considered doing it one day when he was drunk. It made a person look more demonic and held a little bit of an intimidation factor. Kind of hard for anyone that was unhardened to look at those and not think they were about to get eaten. Anyways, Pine was talked out of it and it never became anything more than a fleeting thought in his mind.

Fangs could have been considered intimidating by some, but this new addition to the little group had it down to a science. He came over to say hello and even the look of him made Pine slightly uneasy for a second. Fully tattooed and scarred visible form, purplish hair and really strange eyes. His canines were also sharpened and his ears were misshapen. Not exactly someone would want to meet on your way home in a dark alley. He looked more like a contorted demon from Pine's Demonolgy book than a normal human being. There were only two questions going through Pine's mind when he looked at the kid, what the hell happened to him and how much of it did he do to himself?

Pine heard the others speak they were giving names, the pink haired one was named Morgan, and the kid with the fangs was Kenneth. It seemed it was Pine's turn to give his own name and he did so in a well rehearsed manner.

"Pine...Like the tree." He said and waited for the usual surprise or laughter that followed with practiced ease. His eyes shifted from one to the other but stayed mostly on the most unique looking one. His bangs mostly covered his blue/green orbs from the others but still gave him near perfect view of his surroundings. Pine expected that if this person had a name it would be just as strange as his physical presentation. Then again, who was a boy named after a tree to judge?

[Valekin]

They would be mistaken to call him 'boy'. Valekin was quite obviously a man. Not because of his height, because he was twenty one years old and had very mature and masculine facial features. He took his hand out of his pocket and brushed hair that had come over his shoulder back onto his back. The claws raking through the hairs gently. He smiled with some kind of insane satisfaction. They were exchanging names.

How cute.

"Valekin. Bachelor of Science, Master of Arts, Murderer, Cannibal, and Templar."

What?

He thought it was necessary to lay out his credentials. He's not a minor, he does have schooling, he does have a high school diploma, and several degrees. It was true that he was a murderer, a mass murderer. It was also true that he ate people. There was that Templar bit, which was true as well, because his Barony was a point of defense against the Saracens during the crusades. Funny how that works eh? He really hates Muslims too.

[Morgan Proulx]

"Kay~..."

True enough that Morgan was new to the school system and true enough he was not that well acquainted with the basics of teaching but he did understand the concepts and the stages of schooling. So for some one, who is not a teacher and not a student to be at a High school was a little odd. A thin smile spread across his face as he put his hands into his pockets, leaning against the wall. His blue eyes focusing in on the the big fang Valekin.

"correct me if I am wrong but this is a High school right, not a college? So what would you be doing here?"

As soon as he said it Morgan regretted it. First day and he had to act smug. Habits do die hard. He dropped his chin, his mouth being covered by the loose scarf as his eyes looked at the other two boys. It was a weird congregation. One that felt and looked weird. But it did not phase the young pink haired male. He raised his right knee, sliding his foot up the wall until he was standing on one leg, the other leaning on the wall with his back. Underneath the scarf a large grin spread across his face. It had a great feel about it.

~ This is exciting ~

[Kenneth]

Names were exchanged. The pink haired boy was Morgan, the one Kenneth had gotten the money from was Pine, and the one that looked even weirder than Kenneth was Valekin. The question came up as to why Valekin was still in high school even though he was an adult and well Kenneth had an answer.

"Well the Bachelor and Master of whatever it was obviously isn't as smart as he thinks and failed classes. That or he enjoys walking around school, scaring kids, and giving himself nicknames."

Maybe being a smart ass to the crazy kid wasn't a good idea, but something about Valekin rubbed Kenneth the wrong way and this situation was about to turn sour real quick.

[Pine]

So here this weird student stood self proclaiming himself several interesting and disturbing things. A Templar, a holy knight of God who fought in the Crusades and protected the merchants of the trade roads. A bachelor of science and a master of arts, what type of science and what type of art? A murderer, not a smart thing to proclaim yourself when it would be easy to turn him in and get a reward. Lastly and most interestingly a cannibal, completely against the ideal of a Templar. Chances were this whatever the hell it was, was talking itself up. There was no way he was old enough to be both a bachelor of science and a master of arts. Murderer and Cannibal fit the description of his look but that didn't mean he was. Templar still remained to be seen so far. Pine could not see a single thing that might resemble 'holy' when he looked at Valekin.

The others made their retorts to his remarks while Pine thought about his. Morgan asked him why he was here and Kenneth remarked about his being here. So Pine would not speak on the point. This meant that he would have to focus on something else. Something perhaps like his titles. So now Pine had to think of a polite way to ask and realized that there really wasn't one.

"Tell me Valekin." Pine began and brushed the hair from his vision so his blue/green eyes were focused fully on the man. "You claim to be many things...Many contradictory things at that. You claim to be a Templar and a Cannibal. Templar's were Holy Knights of God who fought the Muslims and protected the trade roads. God does not condone cannibalism for any reason. You say you are a bachelor of science and a master of arts, what arts and what science? You claim to be a murderer, which would be logical considering your claim of being a cannibal. Yet tattoos, pretty colored eyes, and sharpened teeth do not make you either. So Valekin how much of what you say is truth and how much is a lie?"

[Valekin]

"People are full of contradictions you pseudo-intellectual."

The way Valekin dealt with people that questioned him was quite violently. Here's where things got ugly for them. It would probably teach them a valuable lesson in life; grow the fuck up. It's none of your business why an adult is in a high school. He might be visiting his alma mater, he might be visiting a friend of his. Why make fun of him when it's quite possible that he might be a terrorist and could fucking kill you outright?

Yea, these kids weren't smart at all.

Lucky for Valekin, the three of them were all within range for him to attack. First he attacked pine, and boy was it coming out of no where. A slash with his claws arched in to cut the boy in the face. It would be sudden and extremely difficult to avoid because Valekin was more experienced, and knew how to surprise the fuck out of you in the middle of combat. Surprise attacks? They're always the most successful because they're surprises.

[Pine]

(OOC: Well judging by the amount of time gone by I think it's safe to say I can post...I'll just get to countering that attack now)

Valekin's words were an insult directed at Pine. A Pseudo-Intellectual is the term he used. Pine let a small grin cross his face as his feet slipped slowly into his fighting stance. Left foot behind the right at a 45 degree angle, shoulder width apart, left foot facing out at 45 degrees, knee slightly bent. Right leg forward, right foot pointed directly at Valekin, knee unbent. What happened next came fast but did not surprise Pine at all. Pine had a feeling someone here came to fight and figured it would either be the the fanged student or the fanged man. It just so happened it was the fanged man.

Pine watched the hand come toward him and his grin did not change. Surprise or not Pine was JUST in reach of Valekin and he had an ace up his sleeve. His hair. Pine brushed his hair our of his eyes with his left hand so he could focus of Valekin earlier. To keep his bangs out of his eyes his left hand had to remain there.

~Is that a claw?~ The little voice asked Pine.

~Yeah...cliche no?~ Pine responded calmly.

~He's going to scratch you aren't you worried?~ The voice said in an almost panicked manner.

~Heh...So little faith...watch and learn.~ Said in a smug manner.

Since the attack was a frontal Pine could easily guess where the slash was going to land. Judging by the movement of the hand it was coming straight at his face. As the claw came closer and closer at a pretty decent speed Pine prepped himself as to what he was about to do. It was a simple matter of basic skill and practiced ease.

Pine let go of his hair allowing it to fall and turned his hand around. His hand moved out only about four inches from his face in an opened palm position. Pine twisted his body to the right and his hand moved with it. The move used would be a simple pass. As Pine's body twisted his hand would also move in an attempt to come in contact with his opponents wrist or low on the forearm to redirect the movement passed his head. Even if he were unable to connect at the right point, which he should considering the lucky circumstances, the worst he would get was a little nick on his cheek.

Pine would then move off to the left side of Valekin and put his arms up to guard. Pine of course would be facing Valekin as he repositioned himself in his fighting stance.

"That it?" Pine asked and sniffed in contempt. 'I'm not impressed."

[Kenneth]

After a bit of being questioned, which Valekin didn't seem to like, he attaked Pine. This was a slight suprise to Kenneth. He was expecting Valekin to get mad but at him, not Pine. Something Pine said must of cut depper than the generic smack talk Kenneth used.

As Valekin attacked Pine and the exchange started to happen Kenneth back up. For whatever reason Valekin attacked Pine and Pine seemed to be handling him so there was no need for Kenneth to get involved. At least for now.

"That it? I'm not impressed."

"He talks a big game and can't do anything. Ain't that typical."

Sure Kenneth wasn't getting involved right now, but that didn't mean he couldn't bother Valekin while him and Pine fought.