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Welcome delinquents to PHS #552. A few reminders, no rough housing, no running in the hallways, no cheating, and no talking back to your teachers. Beyond that, enjoy yourselves. After all these are the years you’ll look back on, and remember, you mother fuckers peaked too early.
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Public Highschool #552 was rebooted by Xereon and Aether. Content is copyrighted to PHS #552 unless otherwise stated. The skin is created by Wolf of Gangnam Style. The board and thread remodel is by Kagney and has been heavily edited. Banner Image Credit. Chatbox Credit
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COME IN COME ALL AND WATCH THE SPECTACULAR STUDENTS FROM PUBLIC HIGH SCHOOL 552 AS THEY PIT AGAINST EACH OTHER IN BAREKNUCKLE BEATDOWN! Watch as students go toe to toe on this little tournament with an unbelievable budget allocation! See them bite each other in arena made of LEGOS! Make each other bleed in an artificial JUNGLE!, even go as far as making them break bones under an artificial STORM! Really, HOW BIG IS THE BUDGET ON THIS SHIT! SO PLACE OUR BETS AND GO WATCH BAREKNUCKLE BEATDOWN NOW!
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A brand new group is on the making, The Apostles, a Pillar-like group led by none other than our brand new headmaster, Gregoire Girard. A student body that would lead students and enforce the law on this little school of ours. Little is still known about this student body, but who knows? It might just be what the school needs.
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A lunch box is seen last Friday, around 12:37:08pm with an encouraging note packed inside. This appalling display that utterly lacked manliness has left many students stunned and outrage, as some decided, after a long while, to speak out against it.
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Post by Musashi Hattori on Jan 18, 2015 18:00:57 GMT -5
Sense entering Public High School 552 Musashi had always remained a straight A student. I guess you could say that actually paying attention in class and doing home work was his thing. However, today just wasn't one of those days for him. He didn't feel like dealing with the annoying students in class who only cared about how strong they were or how popular they were. Of course these were usually the guys that were saying those things. The testosterone flowing within them was very strong and today he just didn't want to here it.
"You know what. I think I'll just hang in the hallways today like the other idiots in the school today. Now that I've gotten stronger I don't think I have too much to worry about now."
Musashi's usual outfit for whenever he was going to school usually consisted of some kind of business casual attire, but today sense he wasn't in his usual business and school mindset he decided to dress like everyone else. Well at least like a normal person that is. He decided to wear his falcons throw back jersey with a black sleeve on his left arm. On his right arm he had a black wrist band on his bicep, and on both hands he had on black and red gloves. To go along with that he wore grey joggers sweat pants with some red and black sneakers. He felt like this was going to give him more of a tough and intimidating kind of look that would help him blend in with the rest of the thugs lingering around the school.
Finally entering into the building Musashi proceeded to wait by the door until the bell rung for everyone to be in there classes, and once it finally did it was really sad to see the amount of students that still lingered in the halls. This was what made 552 one of the worst schools in the area. Shrugging his shoulders and sighing he proceeded to head down the hallways to see if he could find anyone interesting to interact with. Skipping class wasn't something he did often so he hoped that every time he did that something good happened. So far all he had seen in the hallways was small cliques and gangs hanging out by their lockers probably planning to cause some trouble at some point throughout the day.
"Hey! Sushi!"
Not even a minute went by it felt like and someone was already trying to start some trouble with him, but I guess he couldn't expect anything different out of this school. Also being one of the goodie good kids out of the school probably had something to do with it also. However, he had been doing some research at home and figured out a creative way to minimize situations like this. Without even saying anything to guy the Musashi would reach his hand out and slam the kids face into one of the lockers. The answer to handling this situations was by beating up the first guy to 'try' you up. It was one of the basic rules of people who were in prison and didn't want to be bothered by people. If you didn't want to get messed with in jail you had to show people that you were tough and crazy by beating the first person who challenge you up.
Looking out of the right corner of his eye he could see the guys gang members attempting to come after him more than likely looking to start something. All of the guys were underclassmen but they still had numbers. Looking out of the corner of his left eye he could see someone else about to approach the situation, but they didn't really look to familiar at all, and didn't look like they were apart of any gang. Until whoever it was finally showed up he would attempt to try to slow things down by trying to reason with them until he got to see if the person coming from the other side was help, a stand by instigator, or another one of their members.
"I'm not looking for any problems, so how about you go your way and I'll go mines."
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Post by Cereza Nova Grey on Jan 28, 2015 4:47:05 GMT -5
“We need arrogant people who like showing off. They can cover us from bullets in the line of fire.” ― Toba Beta, My Ancestor Was an Ancient Astronaut --- The world was full of arrogant people. There were many that placed Cereza within that category from time to time to which she found hilarious. Yes there was an air of confidence about her that could be misunderstood into arrogance, but to be that pompous of a being you would have to believe yourself to be untouchable. Unbeatable. To consider yourself practically like some god or goddess. Contrary to popular belief Cereza did not share that mindset. She was a very very difficult girl for someone to try and just cold read her and no one was going to get passed her any layers to read her that way either. They were just going to have to take what they got and make whatever assumption they felt like. But Cereza didn't place herself on any pedestal rather others did that for her and pretended it was her who did so. No Cereza believed anyone could fall. No matter her confidence she knew and believed there was always someone stronger, it was just a matter of when you met them. Even a titan can fall. Even a titan can bleed.
--- This school however seemed to lack that thought process. So many of it's students were always so focused on puffing out their chest and trying to be extra tough in the most unnecessary situations. Cereza usually viewed it as overcompensating for something. Sure she came off tough in some situations by remaining calm throughout and shrugging much off; this is probably where everyone thought she was arrogant came from; but she just preferred to keep her cool that was all really. Confidence and arrogance had a fine line that could be crossed or blurred. She wasn't someone easily shaken down by another's loud behavior. Even if she was beaten she took it as a learning curve. Words weren't very effecting to the young exotic brunette. Today was one of those typical days where 'boys would be boys' as she would put it. Cause for some reason it always seemed to be them that was going at it on a constant basis. They always wanted to measure each other's packages. They really should just carry measuring tape with them as a fashion accessory at this point.
--- Her fashion accessory above all was her white fedora which made her very distinctive. It was how many knew her by or tried to find her by. Strains of hair always peaked out in such a manner that made it seem like she had short hair, while the truth was all the hidden locs that remained carefully tucked within the confines of the hat. She wore her white blazer opened just like the white button up underneath that revealed a tank top. Her usual styling choice, always fashionable. Many say she looked like she came out of the old movies. She decided upon a pair of dark denim jeans that tucked into low thick heeled knee high black boots. The hallways never changed. Bell rung and yet still there were many that decided to cut class. Sure Cereza was doing the same but her grades weren't an issue. Every now and then she just didn't feel like being bother with some boring lecture. Today was one of those days and so she found herself walking about in the halls with her sketchbook idlely held in her right hand at her side. Calmly she walked as grey hues caught sight of a typical school day problem. From watching from the beginning she figured the guys strategy of striking first before you were. Marking your ground and all but then he seemed to want to defuse the others from attacking. Cereza noticed and thought about all of this as she was just causally walking up to the almost fray. She had no intention of helping but yet she couldn't hold her tongue all the same as she neared and heard the boys words.
"You probably should've considered that before you initially reacted no?"
--- Her silky tone rang through the obvious murmuring of the guys wanting to beat him up. She looked at them all without really necessarily pausing in step and rolled her eyes.
"If they were going to attack you, they would've done so by now."
--- She was certain that would probably annoy them but she didn't care and would continue speaking and walking by the way. She would glance at the one that was the center of it all.
"I'm sure you could just walk away and they'll stand there."
--- She was pretty confident in that. She had her reasons for what she said. If questioned she'd explain or if opportunity presented itself for her to elaborate she would. But for now she said what she did and left it at that. Not every time when the head is cut do the other flock together. Most of the time they wouldn't even know what to do and they stand there and pretend to stare you down with some form of what they think is intimidating. It really was none of her business at the end of the day, but hey maybe she provoked them into actually attacking whether it be him or her or both. She liked a reason to throw a blow back. She welcomed them to try.
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Post by Musashi Hattori on Jan 28, 2015 18:56:37 GMT -5
Things were starting to look like it was going to take a turn for the worst once the guys goons had finally come to help him. None of them really looked like they were that strong, but they did have numbers to there advantage so they still had some kind of chance. Musashi wasn't the one to go around trying to fight people, but he really was tired of all these small time gang members trying to beat him up for no apparent reason. Sometimes enough is enough, but before things could get to bad help would finally arrive in the appearance of a woman, or was it even help at all. Whatever it was it caused the stand off to literally become just that, a stand off. There was no way for Musashi to tell exactly what she was up to. Was she trying to piss the guys off even more or was she trying to expose them for what they really where.
He couldn't help but realize that she was making a really good point though. These guys had never succeeded in actually beating him up, but they still tried anyways and it was only because of the guy he had pinned to the locker. Most of the people in the school were idiots and he was sure that the people following this guy definitely had to be those people or else they wouldn't be following him. Not to mention the reason for why most people joined any kind of gang was protection from something they felt like they couldn't handle on there own. Musashi was also sure that the guys wouldn't dare proceed to attack the girl that had shown up. She was just way to mysterious, and there was always that chance that she was dating some super powerful guy. Not to mention she seemed really confident and he was sure that it would intimidate the guys that were attacking him.
"Hmmm."
He would then proceed to strike the guy he had pinned to the locker in the back of his head with his fore arm knocking the guy temporarily unconscious. Letting the guys body drop to the ground he would look over at the rest of the gang members before proceeding to walk over to the girl who had just walked by. Sense she was here he figured he just make the most of it by trying to mind fuck they guys into not messing with him. "Not what I had in mind, but I think they get the point." Now Musashi of course was not a tough guy at all. He was a sensitive guy who like things like romance, valentines day, and helping people so this was all obviously just an act. You could say that this was him just using his educated mind against the enemy, and it was well timed. "I'm hungry, where can a guy get something to eat around here?" He would say to the strange girl before winking at her and walking past her down the hall hoping that she followed. It would be pretty embarrassing if she didn't but he was hoping she would.
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Post by Cereza Nova Grey on Jan 28, 2015 22:24:43 GMT -5
--- Cereza knew she was right about the route that they were going to take. Gangs were funny in the way they operated. They pretended to follow some kind of loyalty code. They pretended they would have one's back if one fell. But how many times was that true? It all depended on the gang. Some people just thought being in a gang automatically gave them a tough guy card, or some kind of immunity of some sort. Without the means to back it up they should just shut it. Of course they didn't attack her, more than likely they were confused for starters. Secondly they had no leader to give them orders. Not every gang was like a hydra where you cut one head off and more spawned. Still without a care she continued to walk as whatever happened behind her transpired. She heard a bang and then a voice following behind her. She merely glanced at him after his first string of words and then with his next he proceeded to move ahead of her and down the hall with a wink.
--- Boys were funny. Was that wink supposed to draw her? She smirked at the thought. Oh no the White Rabbit didn't do the following. The White Rabbit did the leading down the rabbit hole. At the very first turn which was a few steps away Cereza would take that left and head down that hallway instead. If he wanted this to continue he would have to follow her.
~Since when did I turn into a tour guide?~
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Post by Musashi Hattori on Jan 28, 2015 22:48:45 GMT -5
Why God, just why?!
From the looks of things she either didnt get the hint with the wink or she just flat out ignored it and decided to take matters into her own hands. Either way this was going to be a lose win for him. He handled the gang, but now he was going to have to take the walk of shame back down the hallway toward her. He hated how stupid he was going to look having to walk in the other direction after her after trying to play it cool. Guess that is what you get for acting fake huh. "Who am I kidding." Shaking his head he would turn around and jog after the girl who kind of saved him from the situation. She was definitely an odd one. He could tell that there was no way in hell a guy like him would be able to decipher what kind of girl she was. So he would start by saying the basic things that people said to one another.
"Sooooo, Hey! The names Musashi!"
With a huge smile he would proceed to look at the girl until she finally decided to say something to him. That wasn't the coolest thing to do, but he figured that it didn't matter sense he had already made a fool of himself. No sense in trying to be one of the guys that says 'hmph' every five seconds. He was a very positive and open minded person who loved interacting with people and that would never change. He was sure that one way or another she would enjoy the company of being around him. He wasn't going to be like this the whole time, just in the beginning to lighten the mood up. Well his mood to be exact, after all he did make a huge fool of himself.
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Post by Cereza Nova Grey on Jan 29, 2015 16:37:52 GMT -5
--- Yes she did make him take that walk of shame, but then again was it really her that did or was it his own wants and curiosity that led him back? Logically it was him that made the choice though she had often been told that she had a very alluring presence about her. She was blamed for a lot of decisions individual's made especially if they were male. Cereza didn't mind since she found it all the more assuming. Many girls hated her and some wanted to be like her. Again something she paid no mind to. What others thought or wanted held no barring on her life. To sit there and try to pick her apart like a psychiatrist was never going to happen. Cereza telegraphed nothing so people saw what they wanted to see from her. At his cheerful return she would gaze from the corner of her eyes.
"Yeah? Make sure you get that right on your SAT's that's, what? 200 points right there."
--- She would quip back with a smirk. Oh yes today ms. sass was out. Either way she allowed him to walk with her as she was objective to it. Cereza was just being well Cereza.
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Post by Ty Hattori on Jan 29, 2015 22:53:21 GMT -5
WHAT IS FAMILY? Musashi Sas'Sonoa Hattori. A young man with a very solid build, the largest in his family. He was often ridiculed. He'd always maintained a relatively solid build, even as a child. Genetics, perhaps. Sixteen years old and already six feet and two inches. The world could only hope and pray he grew no more. If he did, mankind would undoubtedly be forced to find a way to repair the sky. Ty and Musashi appeared polar opposites, resembling their mother and father to a teeth, or so its said. Ty inherited the attitude of his father with a face the spitting image of his mother, while Musashi remained his opposite, inheriting the goofy fun natured sensitivity of their mother while strikingly resembling their father. This boy. This large boy. Sasquatch is what Ty often referred to him as, was his little brother. THE HATTORI brothers. It had been approximately one year and some months since they've last heard from, or seen each other. Once a family so close, torn apart by FATE. The repercussions of conflicting interests, what one thought was best for the family, the other found ridiculous.
The bright blue irises remained fixed upon the boy, the one they called Musashi. Ty had yet to actually reveal to his little-big brother that he had been demoted to this pathetic excuse for a school. The reason? Ty had no clue how his brother were to receive his return. The pair didn't exactly part from one another on the best of terms. In fact, their final confrontation resulted in a fist fight. Brothers who used to be extremely close; not so much was the case any longer, or so that is how Ty perceived their parting. Their fights in the past were generally one-sided, Ty outclassing little brother often. But their final battle two years ago proved a different story. Musashi had become different. He no longer needed to dwell under his big brother's shadow. Musashi displayed a certain resolve that lead to him besting the devil at the game he so dominated throughout the years. The young fire haired junior hid in plain sight, awaiting his brother's arrival to the school. He tailed him the entire morning. Watching. Waiting.
Why? Musashi probably didn't give two shits his brother attended the same school. But Ty didn't care. He always played big brother. Protector. And even if his little brother no longer wanted his services, Ty maintained his persistence. Because quite frankly, Musashi was all he had. What sane person could possibly neglect the care of the only thing they had left in the world? Thus Ty awaited patiently, evading his brother's detection, hiding within the crowd. Nonetheless, he expected, even HOPED to be caught by his brother, just to show he hadn't grown soft. The detection never came. Musashi always appeared... Preoccupied. Imbecile.
RING!
The bell for classes to start sounded. Only a few students dispersed from the hallways. Typical of a low rate learning facility that rarely even educated its students. The crowd remained just thick enough for Ty to continue to "bear the shadows". Interesting. The little Hattori decided not to attend class. Different. What was his end game? Had he spotted Ty? Ty squinted his eyes quizzically, licking his lips ever so slightly in the process. The boy listened to his breath as managed to remain calm; disciplined. No. Ty hadn't drawn his attention yet. In fact he'd drawn the attention of a group of idiots. "Testosterone..." Ty cooed ever so lightly. A crowd began to form around Musashi and the group of boys, Ty followed suit, blending.
"I'm not looking for any problems, so how about you go your way and I'll go mines."
Then why did you strike first? Idiot. No matter. These were small fry. The burning sensation to put all of those foolish little boys on their asses proved difficult to resist in his bones, but Ty remained resilient. Musashi could handle himself. Right? Right. Ty watched with pride as his brother dealt with the leader as though he were dinner. The other fools were too afraid to even make a move. If they had, Ty had already decided he'd WRECK them all. Senselessly. A lighter voice pierced through the crowd. Lighter, yet stern and attention grabbing. Ty shifted his gaze over to a girl in a white fedora and white blazer, commenting on the action.
"I'm sure you could just walk away and they'll stand there."
She had a point. And so they did. Ty shoved his hands carelessly into his jacket pockets, his gaze shifting back over to his brother who... Was obviously smitten by this unknown female. Typical Musashi. Ty followed some yards behind them as Musashi attempted his corny little moves. They'd always been excruciatingly corny. So painful to watch, and yet the cornyness always translated into a certain distinct charm that proved impossible to duplicate. It worked for him. But not this time apparently. A smirk stretched across Ty's lips as he watched his brother fail miserably at wooing this girl. Her sassy attitude proved entertaining, and yet annoying at the same time. Ty analyzed his figure, her posture. She obviously understood the art of combat to some extent, it read all over her body language. A tall girl standing at around five feet and nine inches; perhaps ten. A pretty face, admittedly. The way some of the lesser students moved to the side as they pair of them trotted down the hallway. What was her story? An interesting one, Ty was sure. But who gives a shit. The cerulean blues fixed back onto his black haired Sasquatch. Noting the differences in the character Ty once knew, and the striking similarities. Musashi.
Ty continued to hang back, utilizing the flowing traffic to mask his movements and hide himself from their sight. Perhaps Ty needed to muster up the courage to approach his brother. Courage? No. He was no coward, and naturally he had grown tired of watching HIS brother follow behind this girl like a sick little puppy. He pushed through the crowd until he found the opening that separated the pair the thick crowd following behind them. His voice was cold, he was calm and yet his heart beat proved abnormal. Not a day went by where he didn't think about his brother. And finally. There he was. What would he say?
"She's hardly worth your time. I know her type."
The words pierced through the atmosphere like Zeus' Lightning Bolt. Many students stopped behind Ty. The sound of many low rumbling "Ooohs" filled the air from his little remark. Obviously something of the sort often resulted in a confrontation? Ty was semi looking for one, but not from the girl. His face remained expressionless as he stopped in the middle of the hall. He didn't expect the girl to stop, in all honesty he could care less. But he knew the sound of his voice had to halt his brother. It had to. Right? So he tried to be patient, but just couldn't hold it in any longer. He needed to speak now. He deserved this. He did.
"Hello, little brother."
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Post by Musashi Hattori on Jan 29, 2015 23:40:44 GMT -5
What?
A pause occurred in his footsteps as he tried to process everything that just had happen, but before the pause lasted too long he continued trailing the strange girl. He couldn't let her know that what she said effected him in some kind of way. Was this girl even human? It was as if she felt nothing at all. She just walked the halls like a ghost that everyone could see, but could never touch. He didn't know what it was, but there was something about that girl that was different. What could have possibly happened for her to be the way she was. She was so cold, and for what reason? Well Musashi hadn't had that much time in the real world so he definitely wasn't going to be the one with an answer, but his mom did. She told him that woman feel more emotions than anything in the world and to never be fooled by the cold reactions of a woman. He didn't entirely understand what she meant by this, but he understood some of it and was sure he would understand the rest as his life progressed.
"Yea..... I'll remember that."
Musashi was always a positive upbeat person and has been ever sense he was a kid. There wasn't a bad bone in his body. He could justify anything that anyone would consider to be wrong because of how good of a person he was, but the way she made him feel was different. It made him want to crawl back into his shell and not say or do anything, but what would that do. He had already done that while going to school here his first year and the result of it usually left people thinking he was weak. That would of course lead to many senseless fights that he never wanted to participate in. He figured he had already exposed too much about himself to her and decided that it was probably time for him to use his head and take a few steps back in how to approach her in conversation.
"So---"
The words barely got a chance to escape the words out of his mouth before hearing a familiar voice. Musashis vocal memory wasn't the best, but this was the voice of someone he had heard his entire life there was no denying it. His foot steps would immediately come to a halt. He didn't even know how to react to it. Maybe it was the voice of that person ringing inside of his head trying to tell him how weak and stupid he still was. The voice he got tried of hearing as he got older, the voice that became the very reason that he was even going to this school. His whole demeanor going from being reserved and awkward to irritated. Shaking his head he attempted to proceed down the rest of the hall with the girl until he heard the voice again. This time he knew it was for real. Brother?
The whole world felt like it had slowed down. All of a sudden everything that had just happened no longer matter to him anymore. The annoying gang members at 552, and the girl who just seem to feel like she was better than life itself. Which she probably was, but no one probably had experienced yet. Turning around slowly, he would face the boy he hadn't seen in over a year. The very boy he had spent his entire life with. Ty Hattori. Silents would grow in his mind as the world would become black and white, with his brother and himself being the only thing that had color. His own aura glowing blue while his brothers glowed red. Was it even real? It didn't even matter at this point. The only thing that was real was the emotions boiling inside of him. Was he here to scold him some more, or was he here for other reasons.
"Hello..... Big Brother"
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Post by Cereza Nova Grey on Jan 31, 2015 15:13:58 GMT -5
--- Yes she could be a bitch at times. Well a lot of the time in her own little ways. Sometimes it was just a little more outright than others. From her peripherals she would look at him as he tried to compose and restrain himself. She smirked at the sight. If he thought that was cold he hadn't seen her when she was frigged temperatures. She could build an ice castle if she ever let that out. It's funny to say that Cereza's lure was comical to her. She heard about it so often that at this point she just owned it, despite not really getting it. Why didn't she get it? She was complicated ok. One would think a girl that looked like her would fully understand the allure she had. She knew she was beautiful she wouldn't deny herself that compliment. She could be cruel, and sarcastic. She was uncaring to the feelings of others and yet people were drawn to her. It was a little mind boggling but she learned to revel in it. She learned to use that factor. Sneaky bitch. He still stood with her amongst the crowded hallway until a voice rang out that even perked her interest.
--- His choice words gave her pause and she slowly turned towards this new addition to the field. Wasn't there always? Oh she was stopping since the comment had her directed within. New her type? Oh she was interested to hear this. People's analysis of her always made for some entertainment to the exotic beauty. Turning on her heels she looked at the new individual, nothing reading on her face naturally as she glanced between the two. Brothers. There was a tension Cereza felt immediately between the two and it made her smirk as she folded her arms over her chest and leaned her weight back a little.
"Should I get the measuring tape?"
--- She quipped at them both as the silence remained for some time. Ms. Sassy here couldn't resist it. Besides they were brothers right? They had to compare! Or maybe she was fanning some fire but really it didn't look to be hard by the way they addressed each other.
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Post by Ty Hattori on Feb 1, 2015 23:04:50 GMT -5
WHAT IS FAMILY? Stillness. Time seemed to lose the battle to stillness and came to a halt. A hush came over the crowd. The cerulean blue pupils remained focused, the gaze menacing as he looked over little brother. His hair had gotten much longer over that year. His gargantuan body size remained overwhelming. Perhaps Musashi was on the football team now? Nonetheless, he was still forever little brother. The red haired devil took a step forward. Perhaps to get a better gander at him. They were tight. Close for all of their lives up until that year leading up to their separation. Ty was always hard on his brother, but they had some excellent times and their team work was rivaled by none. A point guard with his shooter. Ty couldn't help but be flashed back to the billions of times they got into fist fights on the street, more often than not completely outnumbered. More often than not, Ty pulled Musashi out of the burning buildings, but sometimes little brother came to the rescue.
"Hello..... Big Brother."
The words were icicles piercing through the young devil's heart. Ty's soul cringed slightly. Not to the fact because his little brother was particularly ice cold, but due to the fact that Ty simply couldn't put a finger on him yet. Perhaps there was some type of grudge? Ty certainly held one. Not on an emotional level, but for Musashi besting him their last time around. One could say the devil's pride was hurt, though he'd always be too stubborn to admit it. Ty carefully removed his hands from his jacket pockets, allowing them to dangle by his sides.
"Should I get the measuring tape?"
Ah, so the girl in white strikes back? A rather basic remark in reference to the chest puffing. But it was to be expected from someone with little knowledge of the situation at hand. The crowd seemed amused by the joke, a low rumbling of laughter hanging in the atmosphere. Ty's face remained expressionless, those blue irises menacing and unfaltering. He ignored the comment, determining it rather irrelevant at this particular moment. However a rather sadistic smirk would crack his lips, seemingly in response to her comment, but rather in response to his own 'amusing' thoughts. There were so many things to be said. So little time. No time, rather. But at least one question could be answered soon.
"We have a score to settle, you and I."
Shuffling of the crowd of people originating from both sides of the hallway began. Loud grunts, shoving, and a few "Get the hell outta the way's!" claimed the atmosphere. So, those boys who the girl in white claimed wouldn't make move were back.
"But it would appear that your friends from before have mustered up the courage to attack."
During this remark, Ty's cerulean blue eyes shot over to the girl with the dominant white fedora. A gaze that attempted to peer into her very soul, perhaps rattle it to its core. A mere split second claimed the air before the fiery haired Hattori broke it and took a few steps towards the pair, halting, and easily turning his back to them. The boys whom attempted to attack Musashi before came back with numbers, a full force this time. They blended slightly with the crowd so at the moment it was hard to pinpoint their exact body count. The boys pushed through the crowds, encircling the three.
"We're gonna WRECK you, Sushi-boy! Then we're gonna take your smart mouth-ass girlfriend here behind the school! Boss has got a little treat for her!"
They sounded like a bad noir film. Ty couldn't help but let out a soft chuckle. Just like old times. It appeared as though apart of his battle with fate included cleaning up his little brother's shit stains. He'd be lying if he said he didn't enjoy it just a little bit. His smile faded from existence as he eyeballed his new enemy. He was his brother's keeper.
"So. I'm pulling you out of the flames of hell again, little brother." Ty Hattori would DIE before he let any of these idiots lay a finger on his brother. So be it. Another day, another showdown with fate. The boy turned his head toward the fedora sporting bombshell once more.
"Fight. Or be dragged behind the school, apparently."
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Post by Musashi Hattori on Feb 2, 2015 23:20:03 GMT -5
Sigh... Why does she have to be such an ass.
Even in a moment where she was completely useless and unimportant the girl managed to always find a way to slip something into the situation that wasn't needed. Even though it seemed her words earlier helped, she was still probably doing it for her own self interest. Musashi was never the type of person to feel these type of negative feelings at once, but with his brother showing up for the first time in over a year along with the strange girls sarcastic comments it was beginning to actually get to him. It was as if the devil himself had shown up and was purposely trying to ruin his positive state of mind. He wasn't use to feeling all these emotions at once, it was as if he was about to explode. Never let anyone control your feelings Musashi, it only lets people know that your weak. It was one of the few harsh words his mother ever spoke to him in the times of childhood when he and his brother would fight.
Taking in a deep breath Musashi proceeded to follow in the footsteps of his big brother and would ignore her. No sense in showing her how much she was already bothering him. If he just acted like he didn't care maybe she would finally shut her mouth and just watched was about to unfold. A score to settle huh? Musashi already knew what Ty was referring to when he spoke those words. It seemed that his big brother was still feeling bitter about the last fight they had. It took Musashi everything he had, but he had finally defeated his big brother. He could still remember the look in his brothers eyes when it happened. He probably hadn't gotten over the fact that he was no longer the weak worthless kid he always thought he was as a kid.
"Is that all you came here for?"
That couldn't possibly be the reason why, deep down despite all the hard feelings he had for Ty, he actually hoped that he was here for something other than violence. However, before could even get the chance to figure that out the shoving in the crowd would begin to get his attention. What exactly was going on and why was there so much chaos going on through the crowd. Get the hell outta the way! It was then that Musashi realize what exactly was about to unfold in front of him. The gang that was trying to bully him earlier was back, and with them was probably double the amount of people than before. "I wouldn't call this courage." Shaking his head he proceeded to take another deep breath. It seemed that no matter what happened that this was day wasn't going to get any better.
"We're gonna WRECK you, Sushi-boy! Then we're gonna take your smart mouth-ass girlfriend here behind the school! Boss has got a little treat for her!"
Closing his eyes Musashi would attempt to block all the negative thoughts that were beginning to take over his mind. Just breath. He could here the voice of his mother in head telling him that so that he could relax. This wasn't the kind of conviction he had work so hard to create. He wasn't the guy who let the negative things in the world get to him. That was his brothers problem, and as strong as he was Musashi was definitely not his big brother. He watched closely as Ty begin to chuckle at what was beginning to unfold in front of them. This was definitely daily life of the Hattori brothers. Even Musashi smiled at what was about to unfold.
"Don't worry about having to pull me out of hell Ty. Just don't fall into hell yourself."
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Post by Cereza Nova Grey on Feb 26, 2015 21:32:56 GMT -5
--- How she always found herself in some kind of trouble was beyond her. Though the answer should've been fairly simple considering there were many of times she caused it. She had a very slick, sarcastic tongue that she often put to use. However this current situation wasn't of her doing. Technically. This was about Musashi, sure maybe she had passed by and made a little comment that could've maybe added to the fire; but she wasn't the one whom kicked the leader's ass like that. Maybe they were suddenly a like a hydra, or maybe the second in command showed up to rally the troops. Whatever the case she wasn't going to just sit idly if they were attempting bodily harm upon her. Yet if they didn't attack her at all she didn't see any reason to interfere with other's affairs. It was funny cause Cereza actually liked to fight but she was never one to jump into a random brawl or swing first.
--- Grey hues shifted towards the red head catching his gaze upon her. Whatever he was trying to do wasn't working on the exotic girl. All he would feel is her staring right back unwavering. While he stepped forward her gaze would shift more towards the sea of bodies noting people pushing through and some attempting to blend. She shook her head at the thought of their weak attempt to surprise attack them. What was the point really at this point? And there was the typical threat towards her being. Because she was the female the threat was always the most obvious. Cereza sighed with a shrug towards it.
"I'm picky about my treats."
--- Nonchalantly her words spilled from her full lips. The brothers were clearly more than ready to jump into the fray after having a little brotherly moment it seemed. Cereza was hanging back behind the pair when again the red head turned to her yet this time addressed her. She quipped back at him with her trademark smirk.
"Don't worry I'll consider not letting you get dragged behind the bleachers.. But if they provide a good persuasion I might reconsider."
--- She waited but ready for anything. On her hands were white leather knuckle gloves with red trimming and they weren't there just for a fashion accessory.
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