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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 Ty Hattori on Jan 29, 2015 17:24:05 GMT -5
 WHAT IS FATE?
A funny thing, really. Inexplicable. Incomprehensible. A good thing. A wondrous joy. A bad thing. A terribly excruciating pain. It was all of these things to many different people. But for a DEVIL, it was misfortune during its finest hour. It was Vietnam. Iraq. A hellish and torturous burden on the forefinger of an alderman. It was Tokyo, Japan. Why? Why...? Could any one explain it, really? A feeling that built up through your very soul. Something in your mind that screamed at you, constantly, and yet it brought you comfort, telling you to simply accept it; there was absolutely nothing you could do about it. "And am I fated to be a weak man...?" It was the golden question. His "To be or not to be" so to speak. The reoccurring demon. Even devils had demons. Fated to be a weak man stuck in the never ending cycle of violence, unable to truly obtain something worth while for himself or the people closest to him. A man too weak to admit that perhaps he should admit that he has a legacy to uphold, and he should take pride in it. "Bullshit." Was it bullshit, though? He had a chance. TY HATTORI you DEVIL. Only he could throw away the perfect opportunity for escapism from this harsh reality. The reality that the streets, violence, doing whatever it took to get ahead, was the ONLY reality. "Escapism..?" Yes, that's exactly what it was. Escapism. Because the reality of it all, is that there will always be an "ism" at the end of that "escape". There is no absolute "escape". Public High School #122 was a mere dream. Escapism at its finest and FATE is what found Ty at the end of that year. A boy who had finally learned to live without the fight until the fight found him. The fight always found Ty Hattori. And thus he was forced into its never ending vortex, and thrust back into the eye of the storm. His escapism from bullshit was over. Fate made sure of that.
Cerulean blue eyes had a locked gaze over the blue skyline of the great melting pot of the USA. It was only his first day, and he'd already found his spot. His place of solitude: The rooftop. His skinny, palish fingers wrapped through the holes of the cold metal of the fence, gripping lightly. His body was a mere inches away from touching the fence, and his short fiery red hair blew easily in the breeze. His clothing flowed along freely as well. His gaze was menacing, a rather frustrated expression claiming his face. He continued to stare out across that rooftop, unmoving. Shuffling and scuffing of shoes entering the rooftop sounded behind him. He took note of it, but remained in his fixed position, eyes shifting ever so slightly to change focus across the admittedly beautiful city. Obnoxious laughter and horseplay claimed the once quiet atmosphere of the rooftop. A group of filled of incredible testosterone apparently sought to share the rooftop along with him. So be it.
Just. Stay. Over. There.
Across the pavement, away from this lonely boy. He wanted no part of them. His internal debate on fate raged on as he managed to completely zone the noise behind him out. Fate was a funny, silly thing. So he was meant to end up in the worst school in America. Perhaps. But that didn't mean he had to become a victim to it. "Carpe Diem!" is what his father would probably say. Seize the day. He would not succumb to his fate. Of course it was real, but it could be beaten. This storm could be soothed. But it has become inherently obvious that the fight can not be avoided.
"Hattori... Nine Hattori!?"
A bellowing voice rang through his ears behind him. "The fight can not be avoided." He spoke softly. He did not turn around to acknowledge his "intruders", and yet they persisted. "Yeaah! We heard about you! You went to that uppity prep school, huh? Heard you were the big boss over there. Well... Welcome to 552, bitch! Turn around and take this ass kicking like a man!" Like a man. Who was he to say what a man was. Ty released his grip from the fence and slowly shifted his body around to face the group of three. His eyes remained fixed on the ground below him, his hands dangling carelessly by his sides."Fine." He cooed softly. "That's more like it ---" Ty's body jerked forward with incredible speed, striking the boy in the neck before he was presented the opportunity to finish his sentence. "I'm not speaking to you, idiot." The boy went down grasping his neck, gasping for air. The other two backed off, slightly and began reaching into their pockets. They armed themselves with brass knuckles, an obvious blood lust streaming through their pupils. Ty watched them intently, a cold hatred snaking through his menacing gaze.
There were a few people whom he shared the rooftop with prior to this loud interruption. The turned their attentions to the action unfolding. Peace, something obviously not valued in this school.
"Fine. I'll fight. But I won't stop until fate is on its knees, begging me for mercy."
The decision was made. The stage was set. Ty Hattori would embrace this school, its call to fight, as it has embraced him. But he would not follow his father's legacy in senseless violence. But he was determined beat this beast into submission by his own terms... Senselessly. |
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Post by Vivi Perish on Jan 31, 2015 10:45:04 GMT -5
Vivi sat quietly by the edge of the roof, looking out over the city below. Public High School 552, huh? She still couldn't wrap her mind around the fact that people were okay with a place like this existing.
Then again, maybe the outside world didn't know. Kind of like they didn't know about her old boarding school.
She didn't pay attention to any of the other people on the roof, and just sat, humming softly to herself. At least until a group of jerks showed up and began harassing the red haired kid she'd seen by the roof's edge, just a while earlier.
They reminded her of the idiots back at Rosemary Heights. She glanced over her shoulder at the unfolding scene. The red haired boy turned around to face the group, his blue eyes showing a kind of subtle ferocity. She found herself wondering if he was just going to take the beating, or show them a thing or two. If there was one thing she'd learned at her own school, it was how dangerous underestimating an individuals fighting skills could be.
Vivi stood up and took a few steps toward the group.
"What a bunch of sissies," she said, "Really? If you're so tough why team up to take on one guy? And with weapons? Honestly, people are making less and less sense these days."
She folded her arms, keeping a stern expression on her face. She wasn't stupid, she knew she was probably setting herself up to get a beat down. But it was better than watching. This boy's red hair, his blue eyes, the way he held himself, it all reminded her of Kaya. Perhaps she thought she was redeeming herself, even she couldn't be sure.
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Post by Ty Hattori on Jan 31, 2015 13:50:14 GMT -5
WHAT IS FATE?
The question remained still. One thing the young Hattori concluded within his mind, was that FATE was the enemy. And Ty wasn't about to lose. The ferocity of the cerulean blues continued their onslaught. Ty watched in pleasure as the boy fell to the ground still grasping at his neck, still gasping for air. The pupils turned their gaze upward at the other two boys, backing up to retrieve their weapons from their pockets. They intended to do more than simply hurt. They were out for blood. Damage. With an expressionless face and collected demeanor, Ty's eyes shot back and forth between the two, wondering who had the balls to strike first. The problem with boys like these ones, they often brought their egos on to the battlefield. An ego has no business being in on the action because it was more than liable to get you wrecked. Pride and dignity? Of course. Bring it and leave it, if you will. But an ego proved to be as useless as a guilty conscience. As one should make peace with one's guilt, one should make peace with one's ego. Part ways with it. These boys most likely have never had a proper beating. Ty was honored to be the first to deliver it.
Upon quick inspection, they were nervous, erratic. They had no clue what they were doing. Brawlers. They've used their weapons before and were too dependent on them. The weapons would keep their minds from truly being honed into the battlefield. One little distraction could be their downfall. Nonetheless, distraction or no, it mattered not. Their fall proved inevitable this day. A small crowd began to form at the sight. Many students with pleased looks on their faces. Some simply enjoyed the action, but it appeared others were not very fond with this particular group of boys in the first place. One particular spectator from the small mob commanded the attention. Her voice pierced through the atmosphere, proving to be that singular distraction that would dimenish Ty's aggressors' focus from the fight.
"What a bunch of sissies!"
The group of thugs turned their heads abruptly over to the girl. Their gazes menacing. The violet haired girl continued.
"Really? If you're so tough why team up to take on one guy? And with weapons? Honestly, people are making less and less sense these days."
This one obviously got under their skins. Perhaps Ty owed her a thanks for the brief distraction. No. He'd never admit that. He could have beaten them, distraction or none. But he appreciated this one, nonetheless.
"How about you shut the hell up, you bi---"
Ty's body jerked forward in a similar fashion as before, closing in on the boy responding to the violet haired spectator. The young Hattori devil slightly ducked his body and in one swift motion delivered a devastating elbow into the boy's rib cage. The small crowd rumbled "Ooohs" as they watched on. The blow managed to send the boy flying backwards a large step, his back colliding against the wall. One more idiot. He attacked as Ty's back was turned, but this proved an obvious and predictable move. Throwing a punch with the brass knuckles, Ty moved his head to the right to evade the blow, only to allow his body to follow and side step to the right as well. He followed up with a clean backhanded punch. Also sending the kid to the pavement. Strength is irrelevant if you throw a proper, and clean shot. Ty stood straight up, looking over the bodies littered around him. Soon the cerulean blue eyes looked up, making direct eye contact with the violet haired girl, his "assistant". And then Ty did something extremely rare, almost foreign to him.
A smirk stretched across his lips, never breaking his gaze.
[ooc: for continuity, let's say this is Ty and Vivi's first encounter and the Cafeteria thread is their second. ^_^ sound good?] |
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Post by Vivi Perish on Jan 31, 2015 15:34:04 GMT -5
Vivi folded her arms and shifted her weight to one hip when they turned to her.
Too late to take it back... she thought. The corners of her mouth turned up in a smile when the red haired boy seized the chance, taking out one of the guys in mid sentence. It was only a matter of time before the three punks were sprawled on the ground at his feet.
She looked up and made eye contact with the red haired boy. Those blue eyes seemed to pierce into her soul, and made her uncomfortable to say the very least, but she wasn't one to show what she felt on the outside.
A smirk spread across the boys face, and it occurred to her that maybe he wanted to beat her up next. In spite of this, she didn't move.
"I'm just gonna go out on a limb here and say you have some skills," the corner of her mouth turned up in a slight smile, "Sorry about butting in, I'm sure you had it covered."
[ooc: That sounds good. :3 I guess we can continue that one after, then.]
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Post by Ty Hattori on Feb 1, 2015 18:36:16 GMT -5
FATE.
Having not only been here for a week, the young Hattori had already seen this school more than live up to its reputation. Violence upon violence. It was as though he had never left the wretched streets of Tokyo. Ty believed that there were four types of people in this world. There were the sheep. The people that required protection, who simply couldn't amount for it themselves, but were more calculating and quick. There was the predator. The wolf. The people who preyed upon the weak because in actuality, they were weak themselves. There were the sheep dog, the people who thought it their duty to protect the weak from the predators. And finally there were the eagles. A perfect combination of all three. Tyashi, Ty's father always told him to never fall into any of the first three categories. Adaptability was key to conquering this world. The boys that lied at Ty's feet were simply predators. They moved in packs and honed in on their "prey". The good predators seldom missed their mark, but the mediocre ones eat pavement. Such was their fate.
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Ty continued to watch the girl, taking note that the small crowd of people were beginning to disperse. Either returning to their previous positions on the rooftop or obeying the sound of the school bell and starting to their classes. Ty's smirk faded away as the girl started. The 'predators' at Ty's feet began to come to their senses, gathering themselves and stumbling toward the rooftop exit, cursing and swearing revenge on the fiery haired devil. Ty paid them no mind, the girl's voice ringing through his ears.
"I'm just gonna go out on a limb here and say you have some skills," Skills? Sure. Why not? Though the young Hattori hardly broke a sweat. "Sorry about butting in, I'm sure you had it covered."
There was truth that her distraction made his journey much easier, but the stubborn boy would never admit it. He shrugged and turned back around, facing the beautiful skyline of the great melting pot. He lifted his arms and wrapped his fingers through the holes of the fence once again, pressing his body against the cold metal.
"It doesn't take much skill to put little pups down." Pups. Wannabe predators. Little wolves that'll snap at your ankles if you don't deal with them accordingly. "You're right, I did have it covered." As stated before, he'd never admit it. Way too stubborn. His icy cold demeanor was off putting and he often lived up to his unapproachable reputation. But the smirk he flashed contradicted his words. Within, the girl had easily sparked interest. She was, after all, the first sign of an 'eagle' he had encountered since joining this school.
But he'd never show it.
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Post by Vivi Perish on Feb 1, 2015 22:24:53 GMT -5
Vivi had never been the best at reading people, but three words came to mind when she thought of this boy. Powerful, dangerous, and cold. She got the feeling that a lot went on inside his head in spite of him saying so little.
The punks regained consciousness after a while and retreated for the time being. The flame haired with the cold blue eyes turned away from her with a shrug.
"It doesn't take much skill to put little pups down," he said, "You're right, I had it covered."
She didn't doubt it, though his mannerisms gave her the feeling he wanted her to leave. She didn't blame him, most found her company undesirable.
"Pups or not, you were out numbered," she shrugged, "And you came out on top. Give yourself some credit."
[ooc: Okie dokie. Btw, just wanted to say I really like your writing style, it flows nicely.]
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Post by Ty Hattori on Feb 2, 2015 0:06:19 GMT -5
FATE.
"Pups or not, you were out numbered, and you came out on top. Give yourself some credit."
Yeah, Ty. Give yourself some credit. You did well here, right? Credit. Ty remembered a time where he always looked for his father for approval and 'credit'. And perhaps, even til this day he still does. No, it was true. What son didn't look to their father's approval? But he never actually got a good job from a man. Just a "Why should you get credit for the unremarkable?" Perhaps that was a compliment within itself. It was simply expected from the boy. The cerulean blue eyes squinted slightly as they dropped slightly, gazing over the courtyard grounds of the school. He watched the students below whom almost looked like ants. And soon enough, a brawl broke out between two girls. The boy only watched with his usual blank expression sprawled across his face. His body remained pressed lightly against the fence, a graceful breeze brushing the fire on his head to the left. "Credit. Hm."
Little could his violet haired 'assistant' knew of the amount of thoughts she triggered within his dome from what seemed like a rather simplistic sentence. Give himself some credit? It just wasn't that simple. In his mind, he'd yet to accomplish anything. What was a battle if you couldn't win the war? And his war was far from over. His mood was a tad bit more forgiving today. Perhaps because he'd been provided that wonderful opportunity to blow off steam. Keeping his back from her, he realized she was still standing there. Perhaps he'd piqued her interest just a touch. It mattered not to him. He didn't know her, and he was certain his unapproachable demeanor would scare her away as it did most girls; people even. What did she want exactly? He chose to entertain her for the moment.
"They'll return with numbers. That's what pups do. And they'll undoubtedly come after you for your comments. Congratulations on becoming the hunted."
Did he care particularly? Who knows. Only time could tell. She at least seemed to display more intelligence than the usual apes of this facility.
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Post by Vivi Perish on Feb 2, 2015 21:12:18 GMT -5
The boy was silent for a while, and Vivi figured it was about time she left. She'd never been one to want to have a chat, but something about this kid made her curious to know more about him.
There's only one way that could end, she told herself, I should just get the hell out of here.
She turned on her heels, preparing to head for the exit when he spoke again.
"Credit. Hm." he mused. Vivi chuckled softly.
"They'll return with numbers. That's what pups do. And they'll undoubtedly come after you for your comments. Congratulations on becoming the hunted." he continued.
Vivi paused and furrowed her eye brows, considering this.
"I don't give a damn," she said at last, "If they wanna get prissy and beat me up for smart mouthing them, that's their problem. I'm used to being targeted anyway."
She realized she must've sounded defensive and cursed under her breath, going to pick up her back pack.
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Post by Ty Hattori on Feb 2, 2015 22:22:30 GMT -5
FATE.
"I don't give a damn."
Really? She simply didn't give a damn about being ganged up on? The kids in this school were ruthless to say the least. It was as though Ty never left the slums of Tokyo. He'd seen the hormone enraged boys try to do some terrible things to the girls of this school. Of course most of the girls were able to fend for themselves, but sometimes things got sticky. He'd never actually witnessed the imbeciles have any real success. Ty often wondered, if he'd witnessed it, would he step in to stop it? It was a no brainer. There was no honor in defilement. Perhaps it was the one thing he absolutely despised and found repulsive. The red haired devil proved an interesting and curious case. While he appeared to only work for his own interests, he's often step outside of his own path to throw an assist for those in need. An eagle did have some of the traits of a sheep dog. And yet the traits of a predator as well. He ultimately decided when it was proper to step in and help someone in need. Perhaps the Hattori had been moved by the mere thought that if one day Musashi needed help and he couldn't be there, would someone step in to save his brother? The one thing that truly mattered to him in this world. Family.
"If they wanna get prissy and beat me up for smart mouthing them, that's their problem. I'm used to being targeted anyway."
Ty continued to watch the courtyard below, watching the fight from before begin to come to a conclusion. The teachers managed to throw the girls apart, delivering corporal punishment in the process. Ty didn't even flinch at the sight. It was normal. The shuffling of the girl starting to gather her things from the rooftop, obviously perplexed by Ty's remark. She was used to being targeted. The first thing the two of them had in common. The Hattori devil often found himself on the back end of a bull's eye target. The nickname he received from his last school did him no favors. A bittersweet thing, to be recognized for a thing he prides himself upon, and yet something he knew he'd eventually long to escape from. But that escape would not come but through fighting. Eventually something would have to change here. A war could not be won alone, and the wise Hattori realized this. Yes. He did. And that was probably the reason he'd decide to continue this little back and forth with his interesting violet haired associate. Why he persisted. Perhaps deep down, he longed to expand his family. Longed for something more to protect. Though his back remained turned, staring out across the gorgeous view, his voice shot backwards, reaching the girl.
"And so you'll simply allow them to beat you up, then? Funny, you actually seemed to display some sort of intelligence, and courage not very common in this place. Perhaps I was wrong to assume."
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Post by Vivi Perish on Feb 2, 2015 23:16:12 GMT -5
Vivi slung her back pack over her shoulders, and glanced back at the red haired boy. She didn't quite look angry, but there was a cold, warning look in her eyes.
"I never said that," she replied, "I'll fight back, and make them eat the concrete if I can. But there's no way in hell I'll cower and stay quiet for fear of being targeted. Maybe I'll break a couple bones, bleed a little, but like I said. I don't give a damn."
She took a couple steps toward the exit.
"Everyone dies someday. So in the long run it's not a big deal what happens to my body."
She couldn't quite place her finger on why she was stopping, and not bolting through the exit like she usually wanted to when faced with conversation. It occurred to her that the boy had managed to draw a long answer from her, he made her think.
Vivi blinked a few times and exhaled sharply.
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Post by Ty Hattori on Feb 3, 2015 12:34:29 GMT -5
FATE.
"I'll fight back, and make them eat the concrete if I can. But there's no way in hell I'll cower and stay quiet for fear of being targeted. Maybe I'll break a couple bones, bleed a little, but like I said. I don't give a damn."
There it is. Go on, reveal yourself, what made you tick? Why exactly did she provide that distraction from before? It was intentional, wasn't it? Perhaps the two of them were very similar to one another. She had to help. The red haired devil proved a very intuitive fellow at many times. However when it came to actually showing real and true emotion; his feelings, things could get extremely awkward. So simply enough, a person just had to get to know Ty, really get to know him so they could pinpoint when exactly he was trying to express himself. It was a rather annoying job that most people didn't want, could you blame them after all? No one has time to play puzzle pieces with an antisocial devil fiend. Her words were interesting. In his humble opinion, she utilized them to mask something much deeper on the inside. A burden? Her motives? Perhaps all of it. The boy kept his back turned away from her through the duration of her response. But soon, she'd strike a nerve. She mentions death itself. The great untouchable god.
"Everyone dies someday. So in the long run it's not a big deal what happens to my body."
"Hm." Death. Oh what a funny thing it was. People often fear death, calling it the worst thing upon the face of the planet. But wasn't funny how much they relied upon it at the same time? The people of America rejoice when their terrorists are put to death. Everyone celebrates when their enemies no longer walk the Earth. And yet when their loved ones are taken away, they curse death as if it had targeted them specifically, but really it simply had a job to do. No one wanted to die. Everyone had some type of fear of the unknown. Ty hated death itself, but often felt guilty about it. She was right, they all had to die someday, but who gets to choose who gets to stay and who goes? Why in the hell did FATE choose his father? The boy released his grip from the fence and pushed his body away softly. He shifted his body, making a complete one eighty to face the girl whom had started to approach the roof's exit. Where are you going? They weren't finished just yet. The boy stood there, hands hanging by his sides. The cerulean blue eyes stared, examining the girl for a brief second before locking eyes with her. There was a pause in the conversation. Clearly this girl had his attention for him to even turn around to face her. Only the breeze around them was audible. Finally the young Hattori spoke, breaking the silence.
"And somehow, I find that hard to believe."
Tyashi, his father feared death. He cared what happened to his body. They all did, because it just wasn't fair. It.. Just wasn't.. Fair.
"You broach the conversation of death as if it, itself, is irrelevant. Well, my little 'assistant', show me your valor. Jump off of the roof and prove your point."
His words were harsh, but the devil was not known for sugar coating anything. Because perhaps there was something deep down inside him that cared for strangers whom displayed intelligence. The world needed them. Perhaps that's why he'd step in. Perhaps that was the reason this conversation continued. A longing to protect what truly belonged. The girl piqued his interest, and it was the question of this encounter. What was she about? Was her intelligence worth protecting?" She'd never know his true motives. The boy's demeanor was too cold, too taunting. The fear of death was something to be embraced. Ty Hattori feared death. |
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Post by Vivi Perish on Feb 3, 2015 22:19:22 GMT -5
"Hm," again, was all he said in reply. She brushed lock of her violet hair away from her face and glanced toward the exit, wondering if she wanted to leave or stay. Something drew her to this kid, which both intrigued her and freaked her out. They locked gazes for a moment, and she had the sudden urge to dash out the exit. Instead, she held his gaze and stared back into those cold blue eyes.
"And somehow, I find that hard to believe," he continued, ""You broach the conversation of death as if it, itself, is irrelevant. Well, my little 'assistant', show me your valor. Jump off of the roof and prove your point."
Vivi let out a small chuckle, though she wasn't sure whether it was because of the 'assistant' comment or his suggestion.
"Being pretty honest," Vivi glanced up at the sky, "I've considered it... jumping off a roof I mean. But I have a promise to keep."
...Wait did I just say that out loud? she thought to herself. It occurred to her she had never said a word her time at Rosemary Heights since she left. Not in prison, not in the lab, no where.
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Post by Ty Hattori on Feb 4, 2015 12:01:22 GMT -5
DEATH.
The small violet haired girl found his comment amusing. Ty wasn't exactly a humorous guy, though people often found his sarcasm funny. Those who weren't being bashed by it, that is. The people whom found themselves on the other end of the stick, however, often didn't appreciate his 'humor'. They found it rude, brash, and insensitive. 'They' being mostly just Musashi. He generally was the only person on the receiving end of a proper scolding from his big-little brother here. Big-little brother being that Musashi was a Sasquatch. But at this moment, Ty supposed why she may have found it funny. Perhaps it was her first time being called an assistant. Perhaps she believed him not to be entirely serious about his request. Was he serious about it? Semi could be the proper answer. He'd never truly wish for anyone to take their own life. A part of him understood, and yet a part of him simply could not. Some people simply couldn't take this world, and that was understandable. Perhaps it is fated that the world not entirely be for everyone. And yet, he didn't understand the fairness of it all. It was hard not to believe that they were all presented a chance to fight. Because this young Hattori devil forever chose the fight, he couldn't possibly begin to understand giving it up. Yes. Even a devil could display empathy. Quite often actually.
"Being pretty honest, I've considered it... jumping off a roof I mean. But I have a promise to keep."
A beat. The breeze blew over once again, moving the short fiery red hair of the eldest Hattori. The cerulean blue pupils dilated; growing larger. He was amused. The rarity, this girl was on a role. Twice in one day she'd pull something few will ever see in a life time from this young devil: a smirk. It cracked the corner of his lips so rapidly until the boy burst into laughter. He lifted his head slightly, allowing the noise to travel through the atmosphere, dancing in the air. It was brief, but worth it. His smile remained for a bit as his irises fixed back onto the girl. His left eyebrow cocked up slightly as he watched her, entertained by her quip. He wasn't laughing at her, per say, but it would naturally appear that way. No one had ever been so open with him before, no one he was close to that is. Or perhaps it was the way she exposed herself to the boy, allowing him to dig a little deeper at what made her tick. The simply truth was that she did in actuality give a damn. He wondered back to how this conversation even began. He remained standing there, simply watching, his eyes snapping back onto hers.
"Ah, so you wouldn't do it. And you do, 'give a damn'. But, you don't want to."
The last bit of his quip seemed to take a more obviously empathetic tone. He understood it. In the very brief conversation the two of them had, Ty could see more similarities between the two of them than not. He still of course didn't know her completely, but intuition pointed him to a few clues.
"From where I stand it'd appear you need to find something more worth fighting for. Somehow I'm unconvinced by your little promise."
So convince him. He'd be lying if he said he didn't want to know her story. You couldn't blame his curiosity. This girl, as previously stated was the absolute first sign of intelligence on this planet called 552. But she seemed unsure of herself. Ty was often unsure of himself. Perhaps through years of thinking, he thought maybe he could find the answer by looking in someone else outside of his family. There were many factors to him even engaging in conversation with her. In his own twisted and ice cold manner, he wanted to get to know her to an extent. What made her tick. The boy took one last look at her, noting her backpack slung over her shoulder. The cerulean blues squinted slightly before turning his back to her once again, staring back out over the city skyline. His hands remained by his sides, his body still.
"If you're going to go, then go. If you're going to stay, then stay. You'll do me no favors either way." |
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Post by Vivi Perish on Feb 4, 2015 19:30:03 GMT -5
The boy laughed suddenly, and Vivi raised her eye brows.
"Ah, so you wouldn't do it. And you do, 'give a damn'. But, you don't want to," he said, "From where I stand it'd appear you need to find something more worth fighting for. Somehow I'm unconvinced by your little promise."
"That's one way to look at it," she replied, "The way I see it, is if I cause my own death, then the broken promise is my fault. If someone else takes my life, there was nothing I could do about it."
She furrowed her eye brows and looked down at the ground. She'd contemplated suicide after losing Kaya, and especially while she was a lab rat, but she knew it was weak. Killing one's self was like saying you weren't strong enough to take it, and maybe Vivi wasn't. But she had to be, for Kaya. She bit her lip when she realized she was trying to justify herself to someone she didn't even know.
"If you're going to go, then go. If you're going to stay, then stay. You'll do me no favors either way," the flame haired boy turns away.
Vivi chuckled softly, to the point where it could hardly be heard, and leaned against the wall next to the exit. She couldn't exactly run off at this point, the kid probably thought she was some kind of indecisive coward. But then again, why did she care? It was strange to her, realizing that she felt his opinion of her was worth something.
"Don't shoo me off, bud," she sighs, "I'm not that irritating am I?"
Pssh, of course you are.
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Post by Ty Hattori on Feb 5, 2015 15:24:16 GMT -5
FATE
"The way I see it, is if I cause my own death, then the broken promise is my fault. If someone else takes my life, there was nothing I could do about it."
Was it truly that simple now? It sounded as though, despite her claims, that she'd simply lie down and take her beating. And if death were to come, then so be it. But the young Hattori simply couldn't believe her claims. She talked a big game, though intuition allowed him to detect a slight sense of unsureness. Perhaps it was the fact that she continued to stay and talk with him. Nothing she could do about it. There it was again, the conversation of fate is brought back into the equation. The young devil simply could not, and did not want to believe that one could only be a victim to their fate. No one has control over your life but you. How you decide to live it, how you decide to grasp hold of it, was entirely up to you. "Hm." Yet another one for her time. It was all he could respond with at the moment as his eyelids slowly blanketed the cerulean blue irises for a brief moment.
"Don't shoo me off, bud. I'm not that irritating am I?"
Yet another smirk stretched across his lips, claiming his expression. "And am I so unapproachable that you inch towards the door?" Of course you were, Ty Hattori, it wasn't like he was particularly fond with people. Most were imbeciles. But boy, this girl sure was on a role. His little brother, Musashi could barely even manage half a smirk a day. And yet somehow this one pulled three. She of course couldn't see it with his back turned to her, but nonetheless, she'd accomplished it. Kudos. The smirk wouldn't stay for long as another brief pause claimed the air between the two. The blue, devilish eyes would reveal themselves again, allowing them to drop back down onto the courtyard below. Yet another fight broke out. This time a gang brawl. A few of the lesser gangs of the school beefing. The lesser gangs more often than not had numbers, but very weak members. People with no purpose, no passion, no ambition. Quite honestly, no reason to keep on going. And yet they did. The lesser gangs often showed a sort of valor, admittedly. No, she wasn't irritating at all. At first, yes, when she decided to interfere with his battle with fate. But unfortunately (fortunately), the young Hattori had actually become fond of their conversation. A longing, to understand her a bit better. Her philosophy. All for his own motives: to find that deeper meaning within himself.
"Come over here, 'assistant'."
He.. Invited her over? Yeah, he did. To see the world as he saw it. He'd grown weary of talking across to her. His piqued interest of the violet haired girl seemed to be approaching its peak. He'd never had a conversation with someone claiming to be close to suicide. And yet, she seemed closer to life at the same time. Her body language, speech, she appeared a walking oxymoron. Just like Ty. Just like the devil himself. |
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