Post by Steven Rosett on Dec 12, 2014 6:02:16 GMT -5
(OOC: One Shot Post for NPC introduction and setting up another major thread.)
The aroma of his tea, mixed with the coffee shop more prevalent smells of its main trade, as it drifted up to Steven. His eyes tired from spending most of the previous night reading as normal. The bags of shopping, from his trip out for the day, sat cloistered between his calves under the table top. As he pulled up the cup and drank tentatively. The sharp flavour of the brew, being masked by Steven’s habit of adding way too much sugar to his tea. Even so the warm drink was a pleasant treat, after a day of moving about in the city during the winter. Warming him up inside, while being in the coffee shop with its heating work to warm him from the outside as well. The day would soon be drawing to a close, and he would have to take what he had bought for the day home, and try and get a reasonable night’s sleep. School tomorrow meant that he would have to rise reasonably early.
Idea’s he had been having over the last week or so however filled his mind. It had been Allen Hollows that kicked started the idea in his mind, but others he had met had seemed to add details. The girl who had taken an interesting while he trained at school, the idea of using film to add something of an impact. While Saya’s calm collected enforcement of the rules in the school made him know that simple efficiency and correct procedure were also a keep part. However Steven was hitting a road block on one man issue. He needed help. He needed help from one of like-minded values, and while Allen was a decent candidate he didn’t want to pull the freshman into what he was planning. While the boy could fight, he was still young compared to Steven, and he felt a caring of an upper-classman for those in the years below.
Steven sighed; feeling like today had been another wasted day. Shopping wasn't going to do anything and neither was sitting in this café. It was at that point that Steven heard a commotion. Yelling from outside, and he turned to look. A fellow senior from school was physically holding a sophomore off the ground by his jacket. Before a knee came up and hit the guy in the gut. Steven put down his cup and was about to jump up and attempt to diffuse the situation when someone other than himself darted out of the coffee shop. The guy was slightly shorter then Steven, and wore dark red tracksuit, stained by dust and dirt. His hair was short and black and in his hand was a baseball bat.
“Let him go!” The man demanded hefting the bat over his shoulder and looking at the man angrily. “Piss off this has nothing to do with you.” The senior responded refusing to drop the under-classman. Steven was quick to follow, the baseball player. “Do it.” Steven would add his own demand. Now outnumbered and eyeing the bat, the senior dropped the other student. “Whatever I can deal with him later.” The guy mumbled and strolled away in anger. “Are you okay?” Steven would ask helping the guy to his feet. “I’m fine thank you. Both of you.” The guy thanked. “What was that all about?” The baseball player asked in response.
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It was a few minute later, back inside the coffee shop, and the three were all around one table. Steven had introduced himself, as Rosett like normal, and the others had done so in turn. The guy with the baseball bat, was a senior like Steven, called Mathew Collins. The other, a freshman like Allen, who Steven noticed when up close appeared to be of Japanese descent, and his name confirmed it, was Shou Yamabara.
Shou explained what the event outside had been about. The guy had originally started picking on him at school, starting fights when he obviously didn’t want them, but one day the guy had been stopped by one of the pillars by force. After that Shou thought that the bullying would stop as the bully avoided him at school, that was until they bumped into each other outside of school. The bullying started again, after school, away from the school, where the likely hood of a pillar turning up to help him were pretty much none existent.
The story annoyed Steven to high heaven as people said. It was exactly the thing he wanted to end. He knew that in school he didn’t have the means to stop people like the bully. He didn’t have the reputation like the pillars, and didn’t desire there position in anyway. Mostly because they were a product of the faculty, even if the people in the role may not have been. Steven would turn to Mathew. “You willing to help stop a bully permanently?” Steven would ask. “No I’m not the sort to just beat on someone, makes us no better than they are.” Mathew would reply back, and Steven would raise an eyebrow. “Not exactly what I have in mind. Let me explain.” Steven would say, drinking the last of his tea before pulling out plain leather bound note book from a pocket.
The basic idea would come to be, Shou agreeing to the part of having to be bait for the bully in order to deal with him one and for all. Both of them would add on to the plan, they way to deliever it, and even creating what they would need. Not only would they be working together to take one bully off the street, but to hopefully send a message to others. All under the guise of authority that they didn’t have. That was Steven part, to make the final product of the plan believable . The right word selection, the right pacing and tempo. All to make people think the power they had on the streets would be greater than truly the case. After that well, it would just be a matter of finding others who like the idea. Other willing to turn the ploy in to a full-blown reality.
The aroma of his tea, mixed with the coffee shop more prevalent smells of its main trade, as it drifted up to Steven. His eyes tired from spending most of the previous night reading as normal. The bags of shopping, from his trip out for the day, sat cloistered between his calves under the table top. As he pulled up the cup and drank tentatively. The sharp flavour of the brew, being masked by Steven’s habit of adding way too much sugar to his tea. Even so the warm drink was a pleasant treat, after a day of moving about in the city during the winter. Warming him up inside, while being in the coffee shop with its heating work to warm him from the outside as well. The day would soon be drawing to a close, and he would have to take what he had bought for the day home, and try and get a reasonable night’s sleep. School tomorrow meant that he would have to rise reasonably early.
Idea’s he had been having over the last week or so however filled his mind. It had been Allen Hollows that kicked started the idea in his mind, but others he had met had seemed to add details. The girl who had taken an interesting while he trained at school, the idea of using film to add something of an impact. While Saya’s calm collected enforcement of the rules in the school made him know that simple efficiency and correct procedure were also a keep part. However Steven was hitting a road block on one man issue. He needed help. He needed help from one of like-minded values, and while Allen was a decent candidate he didn’t want to pull the freshman into what he was planning. While the boy could fight, he was still young compared to Steven, and he felt a caring of an upper-classman for those in the years below.
Steven sighed; feeling like today had been another wasted day. Shopping wasn't going to do anything and neither was sitting in this café. It was at that point that Steven heard a commotion. Yelling from outside, and he turned to look. A fellow senior from school was physically holding a sophomore off the ground by his jacket. Before a knee came up and hit the guy in the gut. Steven put down his cup and was about to jump up and attempt to diffuse the situation when someone other than himself darted out of the coffee shop. The guy was slightly shorter then Steven, and wore dark red tracksuit, stained by dust and dirt. His hair was short and black and in his hand was a baseball bat.
“Let him go!” The man demanded hefting the bat over his shoulder and looking at the man angrily. “Piss off this has nothing to do with you.” The senior responded refusing to drop the under-classman. Steven was quick to follow, the baseball player. “Do it.” Steven would add his own demand. Now outnumbered and eyeing the bat, the senior dropped the other student. “Whatever I can deal with him later.” The guy mumbled and strolled away in anger. “Are you okay?” Steven would ask helping the guy to his feet. “I’m fine thank you. Both of you.” The guy thanked. “What was that all about?” The baseball player asked in response.
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It was a few minute later, back inside the coffee shop, and the three were all around one table. Steven had introduced himself, as Rosett like normal, and the others had done so in turn. The guy with the baseball bat, was a senior like Steven, called Mathew Collins. The other, a freshman like Allen, who Steven noticed when up close appeared to be of Japanese descent, and his name confirmed it, was Shou Yamabara.
Shou explained what the event outside had been about. The guy had originally started picking on him at school, starting fights when he obviously didn’t want them, but one day the guy had been stopped by one of the pillars by force. After that Shou thought that the bullying would stop as the bully avoided him at school, that was until they bumped into each other outside of school. The bullying started again, after school, away from the school, where the likely hood of a pillar turning up to help him were pretty much none existent.
The story annoyed Steven to high heaven as people said. It was exactly the thing he wanted to end. He knew that in school he didn’t have the means to stop people like the bully. He didn’t have the reputation like the pillars, and didn’t desire there position in anyway. Mostly because they were a product of the faculty, even if the people in the role may not have been. Steven would turn to Mathew. “You willing to help stop a bully permanently?” Steven would ask. “No I’m not the sort to just beat on someone, makes us no better than they are.” Mathew would reply back, and Steven would raise an eyebrow. “Not exactly what I have in mind. Let me explain.” Steven would say, drinking the last of his tea before pulling out plain leather bound note book from a pocket.
The basic idea would come to be, Shou agreeing to the part of having to be bait for the bully in order to deal with him one and for all. Both of them would add on to the plan, they way to deliever it, and even creating what they would need. Not only would they be working together to take one bully off the street, but to hopefully send a message to others. All under the guise of authority that they didn’t have. That was Steven part, to make the final product of the plan believable . The right word selection, the right pacing and tempo. All to make people think the power they had on the streets would be greater than truly the case. After that well, it would just be a matter of finding others who like the idea. Other willing to turn the ploy in to a full-blown reality.
