Screw School {Raphael}

Screw School {Raphael} Apr 16, 2015 16:03:05 GMT -5

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Post by Katsumi Shinomori on Apr 16, 2015 16:03:05 GMT -5

Perhaps it was inevitable since she had been caught and "Hiroshi Saito" was on record, but a couple of students were now aware of her background, at least what the record had. They must have broke into the registration office and went through files. She recalled that these students had tried to make inquiries and pestered her before. Katsumi ignoring them and not answering (not even bothering with the "Me no speak Engrish") must have prompted them, and she now regretted it.

Sitting in class, Katsumi immediately knew something was off. There was the occasional uneasy eye due to wearing wearing a hoodie and having it shroud her face, perhaps a questioning whisper, but it never lasted. People would return to what they were doing or get preoccupied with something or someone else. All sorts of crazy shit happened here. Yet the two girls were staring at Katsumi, a hint of fear within their eyes, definitely different from others. There was knowing within them, and they were whispering in the back, on the far side, nearest to the door. The disguised rogue furrowed her brows, feeling uneasy, and, when she caught the content of their whispers, Katsumi's blood ran cold.

"I figured he was shady but... an assassin. Not just a killer, but... W-What the hell?"

"It said one-hundred-and-eighty-seven. A fucking one-hundred-and-eighty-seven! I know they let in all sorts of types here and most everyone is violent as hell, but..."

"They... They let in a fucking mass m-murderer!"

Katsumi visibly tensed and, when she turned her head towards them, they jumped in their seats and started shushing one another. Their words had gathered the attention of the people nearest to them and they began to steal frightened glances towards Katsumi. She felt like she was going to throw up.

The rogue immediately stood up, grabbing her bag, and slung it over her shoulder. With great swiftness, she began to walk away, keeping her head down. The students who had been speaking, and those in front of them, jumped, and, as Katsumi neared them, she moved away, some actually getting up out of them seats and bumping into the people next to them, causing a commotion. Within moments, the disguised girl reached the door and opened it.

The teacher seemed startled by her action, as Katsumi never acted out, and the commotion angered him. He yelled out, waving his hand, motioning her to stop what she was doing and come back, "Oi! Sit your ass back down! Saito!"

But Katsumi didn't stop, closing the door after her and speeding off. She needed to get away. She couldn't breathe.

Managing to slip by the hall monitors, the rogue rushed up the stairs and went to the rooftop. The gym was being used currently, so her usual place beneath the bleachers wasn't an option. Going outside, Katsumi hurriedly walked across the ground. When she was a bit away from the end, the petite, disguised figure threw her bookbag against the wall, hissing a curse or two in Japanese.

Moving to the bag, Katsumi kicked it once before gripping onto her pinned hair beneath her hoodie, and slid down the length of the wall. She hugged her knees, thighs against her bound chest, and the rogue muttered, "Why? Why couldn't they just let me alone?"

While she was angry, furious over the entire situation, fear overcame any feeling of rage. With 'Shi' known, everything could be ruined. Someone like her, a contract killer, had enemies, and getting caught due to her father's past mistakes jeopardized so much. Now everything could be ruined from the whispers around the school. Word could go out. Who knew who out there wanted Shi dead?

Biting down on her lip, blood trickled down from the force. 'Now I'll be found. Now I'm fucked. Fuck!'

Screw School {Raphael} Apr 16, 2015 21:08:33 GMT -5

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Post by Deleted on Apr 16, 2015 21:08:33 GMT -5

Long enough were the days that sometimes even a practiced patient mind needed opportunity to get away from the hasty, explosive environment you were subverted to. Raphael was not the person who would be defunct of these basic guidelines, in fact he'd taken the pleasure in skipping out of his class earlier on in the day. Sure he'd been to them all his first day but for his second he was indulging in the life that this school provided outside their regulations. After all it was just a prison for misfits, likely that any of them would be getting out unscathed.

The patient boy went to the rooftop earlier that day casting his feet over the edge and spent a vast many hours people watching, observing a hierarchy of sorts emerge, certainly not enough to truly know this school for what it was but as he'd expected it was strength that demanded respect. Frightened faces backed down from those who were strong, the weak fought those lower on the totem pole to get stronger and as such the vicious cycle went on. It was vicious, something that needed to be equalized perhaps... but how. Blame the system or the students.

Raphael would sigh silently taking his hands upward to stroke his hair before long coming to cast over his eye, the one concealed by and eye patch slowly resting there massaging the tender flesh before removing it for but a moment. He could feel the pulsing pain against his inner most skull as dull fingers worked over sew work between his eyelids.

*Crunch*

The opake noise of a door bursting open behind him and what seemed like a silently frenzied girl prompted forward throwing out her pack and continuing on. "Im fucked. Fuck!" Were her last words. Without thinking Raphael sat there just staring for a moment, his maimed eye left revealed but not so long as to see him rise and place the barrier over it stepping forward, marching onwards.

"Are you alright?" He'd ask with true enough concern, he remembered the pain of being in trouble. Though he didn't know her circumstance he felt the same vibe at the very least. "Someone giving you trouble?" If she didn't respond soon enough he'd get close enough to press a waking hand to her shoulder trying to get her attention.