Unorthodox (Jester)

[Daxon]

"Suspended water particles with high potential energy.....or maybe a ship"

Daxon was attempting to try one of the simple pleasures that most unintelligent mammals did on a regular basis. He found the task to be uninspiring and boring as hell, he would be much happier with a book in hand or with some school work. Sadly the later was so easy for him to do, Daxon felt he could skip class on a regular basis and still achieve a 90% average...which he had. So the freshmen found him self skipping his third period to cloud gaze.

The body of the kid was upon a picnic table, his messy jet black hair was being tossed around franticly by the cooling breeze that blew across the grounds of PHS #42. His gaze was fixed above on the slow moving clouds that sailed across the sky. Daxon's baggy jeans and T-shirt however meant for summer appropriate wear found the weather quite tolerable.

The only thing that wasn't tolerable was this task that he was partaking in and also that one of the middle wooden planks that he was laying on had been rotted away from it's nails which kept it attached to the table so it moved whenever Daxon shifted his weight. Why not move? Why not do something more enjoyable? Thoughts of the like floated in the kids deep mind but he then rationalized that the idiots would have won, he wanted to prove to himself that he could do tasks 100% better then most no matter how stupid they may be.

At least he was outside away from the pillars, thugs, gangs, morons that plagued the hallways and classrooms of his school. This idea was calming to Daxon's mind as he gazed up at the sky. It was ironic how most people found relaxation by partaking in cloud gazing....Daxon found relaxation in ideas that were more developed then most ideas that arose from most people.

Thirst then became apparent suddenly, luckily he was prepared for this. A water bottle had been placed in the large flap of a pocket on his jeans for just such occasion. Slowly Daxon's hand made it way to the pocket, extracted the H2O. The kid didn't even sit up to drink, he simply tilted the bottle slowly in his mouth enjoying the cool water as it hit his tongue.

Today was a semi-decent day......Daxon was almost home free, the day wasn't totally ruined yet.

[Damien Kross, Jester]

Coffee... Rich... Dark... Full bodied... Little cream, little sugar... More cream... More sugar... It's a meal, as Denis Leary would gleefully say.

I took my time in drinking the delicious beverage, savoring every bit of it as if it were the last cup of coffee on the planet. Afterall, it wasn't everyday that I skipped class... One of my reputation had to be the model student and be in class everyday... BUt sometimes, I just HAD to claim emergency, get some coffee, and get the hell outta Dodge.

That was when I saw a fellow skipper- a rather odd fellow. Perfect. Someone I can probably talk to on an even level... I would approach the bench and hop up on it, perching like an angel would in The Prophecy- like a giant bird of prey.

"Well well, skipping class, hm?" I said, looking at the kid inquisitively.

[Daxon]

Daxon's opinion of the day was that it was going down as fast as the Hindenburg. This beings presence and comment wouldn't have had such on impact on Daxon's if the kid who now stood over-top of Daxon wasn't a pillar. He had seen most of the pillars faces, he didn't really care about the names tho, all that really mattered was to be able to recognize them. Plus Daxon found it fun to invent names for each of the pillars when he saw them.

Today this guy's name shall be "TartyScout"......but Daxon would never say it to his face. Daxon considered himself bold to some extent but not stupid, he didn't feel like getting his face stomped into the ground today by Mr.TartyScout.

Still laying on the bench with his back on to the wooden planks Daxon just stared blankly at TartyScout with a hint of annoyance spread across his face. The coffee-sipping-TartyScout's statement had annoyed Daxon even further. It needed not to be said, If you notice that an orange is orange you don't need to say it....NORMAL PEOPLE CAN ALREADY SEE THAT!

"Prestige Observational and cognitive skills you have"

Daxon's voice was filled with annoyance and irony as he ran his right hand through his messy black hair. Daxon didn't know if he statement would anger TartyScout but maybe it would be a reflection on how much the logic behind the pillars statement angered Daxon. Keeping the intense gaze on Mr.TartyScout, the next thing that usually followed would be an order or some kind of demand.

Daxon thought it best to hear what it was before calling the order or whatever mundane and full of idiocy....just for respect.

[Damien Kross, Jester]

"Unnecessarily retaliative and dimwitted responces you have." I retorted with a sly smile. I took a good look at the person laying on the bench, clearly annoyed by my presense.

Well too fucking bad, right Damien?

Indeed Jester. This guy must not know who I am... Either that, or he doesn't give a shit... I'm not sure which.

Why not just tell him who you are?

I could, but that would probably just annoy him more. Let me see how this plays out.

[Daxon]

OCC: Sor for the delay had to finish my last exam...all done so I can RP once again.


IC:

His retort, Daxon had mixed emotions on this....both anger and a high sense of amusement. He didn't know how to react, his mind was debating over laughing or.....lets just say a more physical action. It was time to weigh the options...

A non-combative operation would lead to:

1)No pain.....Daxon enjoyed little to know pain....this was a plus.
2)An image that Daxon didn't stand up for himself....not that Daxon gave a rat's end about what people thought of him but he couldn't have the entire school thinking him an easy target.
3)Would lead to a high chance of a moronic and mundane conversation with this individual....Daxon's day was sure to be ruined that way.

A Combative Operation:

1)Pain
2)A better image
3)No chance of a mundane conversation
4)A chance to rise above a pillar...that would be a feat that he would flaunt to no end in front of the system he hated so much.


It was decided....a combative solution was inorder....

Plus no one called Daxon stupid in any way shape or form without some sort of retribution......

Daxon pushed himself off the bench hard his back shooting off the wooden planks in a sliding parallel manner. As Daxon's body shot off the end of the bench he would bring his foot up and then down upon the middle plank very hard at the tip of the wood. The wooden bored in the middle had no connection to the bench itself due to negligence and rusty nails and would prove to be pretty useful in the end. The force downward from Daxon's foot would cause the opposite end to shoot up in equal strength.

Where would the opposite end hit home? Well the pillar did have his feet on the other two attached wooden planks with the middle loose plank in between. It was the mother of all cheap shots....there would be pain....lots of pain from the impact on the more vulnerable area of the males body.

Daxon however wouldn't even laugh or stand as his body came to a soft thud on the ground, his back hitting the soft grass below. Daxon wouldn't even get to his feet, just stare up at the result of his attack...a smile spread across his face at the brilliance of it.

[Damien Kross, Jester]

This guy was strange, but had style... I had to admit. However, as of late, I found myself defending my balls more frequetly than any man should in a single week. It was getting old to say the least... It was also predictable.

A simple backflip would get me off the bench and onto flat ground, just as the seesaw effect happened before my eyes. Interesting strategy... This guy wasn't your average dolt...

"Not bad... But you do realize you've now openly attacked a Pillar." I said, crossing my arms, saying it as a statement, not a question. "Now, what will you do?"

This could be good...

Oh, it will be...

[Daxon]

The attack was unsuccessful, maybe the idea of taking down a pillar would prove to be a bit more troublesome then previously anticipated. And the quickness at which the pillar reacted was way beyond his, in terms of speed. And usually those who possessed great speed could also posses great strength and endurance. Brains could get you so far but sooner or later you need some muscle to back it up...

"Well to be honest I thought the wooden plank there would have rendered you incapable of fighting me......but I appear to have been wrong"

Sighed Daxon as he looked at the wooden plank that lay on the cold grass across from him. Daxon's voice was back to it's usually calmness but held a tone of superiority.

"So I see three options of action......one I fight you, mostly likely lose.....two I run away.....three I employ your mercy. The first I wouldn't do as I like seeing my body in one piece, The second would simply be postponing my body being broken into multiple bits since you've seen my face......."

Daxon drew a deep breath as if he hated the words that were coming out of his mouth....

"So it looks like I am at your mercy, sir Pillar. Some may think that giving up is a sign of weakness filled with shame. But I say shame is irrelevant when I am the one left in one piece."

The future of Daxon for the first time in his life was in the hands of someone else other then in his own hands. The mere idea was disgusting, annoying and frustrating. Not feeling like he was in control anything in this situation...

[Damien Kross, Jester]

"There is no shame in admitting defeat or inadequacy... As Zhuge Liang once said, 'You cannot master victory until you first master defeat.'" I said with a smile, recalling the words of the 2nd Century strategist. "If anything, I look upon you now with more respect than if you stood and faught me."

I like this guy...

Same. There's something about him...

Haha, u ghey.

You said you liked him first.

........

Yeah, I just owned you. What now?

[Daxon]

Huh...an intelligent human being amidst the filth of this school. Daxon had begun to wonder if he was the only intelligent life form within the school walls.

And as if finding intelligent life was enough, Daxon was spared a beat-down of epic proportions. It was like a win-win-lose situation. The lose being that there would be feelings within Daxon that he owed this pillar some gratitude. But rationalizing that he was in the plus with a single win Daxon would tolerate this feeling.

But now the awkwardness of the situation was the only thing that still remained on what to do next.

"You do realize that I know......for lack of a better phrase....fucking owe you one.....though it doesn't mean I have to enjoy it, but I still gotta respect it"

The annoyance in Daxon's voice returned as he slowly got to his feet and bluntly stared at the pillar. Daxon's posture was slouched and his hands casually placed in his pants pockets.

Sure this even meant he had to respect this pillar but it didn't require him to actually like the kid. And it was by this idea that Daxon would hold onto as a means of showing that even though he owed this pillar some sort of favor, it didn't mean he was going to be all buddy buddy type of deal.

"By the way I'm Daxon, Dax for short if you can't remember it"

Maybe by following this pillar around could Daxon himself get stronger, This whole owing him one could actually prove to be worth while.

OCC: Doododooda! Jester obtained a lackey! lol