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Post by Matsuzaki Kazuo on Jan 21, 2017 23:27:49 GMT
What do you do when you're faced with an authority that you, with all reason, shouldn't fight against? You obviously give in and bow down, that's just how it goes. The strong control the weak, the governments guide the people and the people guide the animals, and the animals devour the plantlife, which in turn takes it's power from the soil. There's always a top dog you need to look up to and give into, right?
Wrong.
When faced with an overbearing authority that punts you down and calls you it's little bitch, you need to stand right back up and spit in it's eye, and then kick it in the nads. That's how you show that the authority and the -man- don't have anything on you. You've got yourself and your fists, and that's enough. Sadly, Kazuo can't punch a whole school by himself, even if he really wanted to. So, how would he one-up a school and show them right away that he wasn't to be messed with? He wasn't gonna conform just because they threatened him or told him he was the worst, he already knew that! He was on top of the damn food chain!
So, he chose the less "punch the school literally" and more the "punch the school mentally" ordeal. Orientation mentioned the basics of "don't go into the forest you dumb kids, that's off limits." Well, he was a dumb kid, and they told him going there was dumb and illegal. He /was/ dumb and illegal, so the place fit him. The first thing Kazuo did after settling in was head for the forest, climbing up one tree and slinging himself onto a branch, sitting there and folding his arms with a smug, smug smile. Ha, suck it. He was up a tree.
He'd be here for a while and head back.
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Post by Decklyn O'Conner on Jan 23, 2017 5:20:43 GMT
There is a forest near her home that she has nothing but fond memories of. There is a treehouse that her father had helped her build when she was younger in the heart of it, rotted and mildewed yet still well-loved. She likes to sit on the swing underneath it sometimes and watch the clouds through the thick canopy of leaves until her neck ached with being craned upwards for so long. She is always on edge in public, where it seems as if eyes and mouths are everywhere, turned towards her. Watching. Laughing. Whispering. But there are no dismembered body parts in the middle of the woods, no thrums of pressure that squeeze her bones tight against her skin.
Of course, though, she isn't at home anymore.
"Geez, oh geez," Decklyn whispers under her breath as she hurries through the forest, eyes flickering with the desperate agitation of a lost animal. Which is exactly what she is, truth be told. She isn't sure if she's heading out of the forest or heading deeper within, but one thing is for certain: she has no idea where she is. Twirling a lock of pale hair between her trembling fingers, she brings it between her teeth and chews nervously. Her nails have already been bitten down into nubs.
She had come here hoping to talk a quick stroll, a little walk that would sooth her frayed nerves. Just the thought of being in this school arcs her spine in hot and cold flashes; everyone is scary and everything is strange and she still doesn't understand why she's here. Surely she isn't like the other students. Surely she doesn't deserve this. But she remembers the wet squelch of plastic thrusting into skin, so before she knows it she's walking in the forest for old times' sake. The forest had never failed her before, so why would it now?
But this forest isn't like the one back at home, mostly because the fear of getting caught rises in her throat like a tidal wave. She has heard rumors about the I.S.S. Room, rumors of students going in sane and coming out... not. There is no way in hell she's ever going there, not if she can help it. She has to get out of this forest. She has to get out of this forest. She has-
"H-hey!" she yelps when she realizes she's approaching a tree with another student perched atop it. Normally she isn't one to approach others first, but she is spurred on by a mixture of panic and concern to step in front of the tree and tilt her head upwards, cupping her hands around her mouth. "Um, wait, uh, we really shouldn't be here we should probably leave right now 'cuz what if we get caught!" Why is this person up a tree? Is he stuck there? Her voice clacks out of her mouth in a cluttered mesh of fluctuating pitch. "I mean, aha, I guess I shouldn't be saying this 'cuz I'm here too? But that's 'cuz I got lost and we gotta go, we really gotta go now!" She waves her arms in the air for good measure, long sleeves falling down to her elbows at the frenzied movement.
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Post by Matsuzaki Kazuo on Jan 23, 2017 8:13:52 GMT
The best part of being up a tree was the feeling of superiority over those below you. This must be exactly what the people higher up the ladder of authority felt like towards the weaker gears of the machine. This must be the feeling the teachers had on their podiums when they made the morning announcement, or the feeling some temple miko had when they were sweeping the steps of the temple, or the kind of feeling a bird had towards the foolish humans who walked along their merry way. Superiority was something that made you drunk with feelings of power, and feelings of power were great. Although, Kazuo's trail of thought and his strange power trip soon screeched to a halt.
His eye opened lazily to stare down at Decklyn, brow raising just a little. She spoke quickly, and it was a little hard to gather up all of her words with how she was peeping like a little confused chick that was about to be turned into a tasty chicken nugget. Something about punishment and leaving. Was this brat a hall monitor or whatever those fucks were who controlled the student body? She couldn't be a teacher, no way, no adult was this tiny. Either they were super small due to some genetic thing or taller than this, but this girl hit that sweet spot where she definitely wasn't an adult, no matter what.
"Oi, oi." He didn't like acting high and mighty towards girls. There was no honour in that, right? Girls were girls. It was hard to explain what it was about them that made them... Weirder to punch."I'm not moving my ass anywhere just yet." He spoke with a very lax tone in his voice, dismissively raising a hand and waving it about, shifting himself on the branch to get a far more comfortable position for himself, grinning confidently, one eye now staring down at her. "So what if I get in trouble? I'm not here to become one of the goody-twoshoes or whatever kinda ideology they wanna shove down our throats. I'm here to be me."
He shifts to his side and keeps waving that hand. "You can run if you're so scared, but I'm not moving an inch. Besides from side to side, got it? Dumbass."
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Post by Yuko Romanov on Jan 24, 2017 6:57:55 GMT
Yuko was high up in a tree in the woods, napping on the branches. She was dreaming of tacos and burly Russian men. Or at least, she had been. She growled as she was disturbed from her slumber by a couple of voices in the woods. Sounded young. She opened her eye lazily and looked to make sure her wheelchair was still hanging from a nearby branch. It was. She gripped it in irritation and turned towards the voices, locking on to the nearest student.
The wheelchair was launched through the air, tearing through the foliage noisily. The closest edge of it cracked against the tree, merely half a foot away from the brat that was up high. The sound of the collision resonated around the woods; birds could be heard chirping their fear away.
"What are you little shits doing out in the woods?" Yuko practically snarled at them, "Don't you know it's forbidden? At least. I think it is, I forget sometimes." Matsuzaki Kazuo Decklyn O'Conner |
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Post by Decklyn O'Conner on Jan 25, 2017 22:55:05 GMT
There isn't much logic to the boy's justification for his refusing to dismount the tree, but Decklyn has never been a logical person. Her flailing ceases for a moment as she pauses to consider his words. "But it's a reform school," she counters, though her voice lilts in confusion. "You're, uh, you're supposed to... change?" She's back to flapping her arms, more like a bird struggling to remember how to fly than one careening to the ground like she was earlier. Of course there are rebels. Hadn't she expected this?
She doesn't understand what he means by running "side to side," though she flinches a little at the casual insult he appends at the end. "Well, uh, I mean... I-I don't think it'd be good to get in trouble, er..." One good thing about this situation, at least, is that her perplexity has smothered her panic. Hands flopping to her sides, she stars up as she lapses into puzzled silence, eyes glinting green as the spring leaves above. The reasonable thing to do in this situation is to give up on the stubborn boy and find her way out alone, but she's just about as reasonable as she is logical. She doesn't have the heart to leave someone to what could potentially be a horrible fate. From what she could tell from the (admittedly hyperbolic) rumors, no one deserves to go to the I.S.S.
Decklyn opens her mouth in another valiant attempt to convince his pride to sway, but before she can dislodge a single word, an unidentified flying object tears through the overgrowth and slams into the tree with the sharp crack of a whip. Sucking in her breath, she stumbles backwards and throws her arms in front of her face as if she is under fire. It certainly feels like she is. "W-w-what-" she mumbles, her trembling returning in full force. Fear spikes the root of her skull. Have they been caught? Are they being shot at? She knows that teachers and hall monitors and such are allowed to use violence towards students, but are they really allowed to kill them? She seems to forget how to breathe.
Her head snaps around towards the source of the snarling voice that comes from above—an old woman sitting in a tree. What's up with people sitting in trees around here? Her rising panic is matched with equal levels of confusion as she glances back at the projectile the old woman had launched. It's a wheelchair. A wheelchair, of all things. She isn't sure she's ever going to understand how this school functions anymore.
Shocked into muteness, she glances back at the boy with her most frantic what-do-we-do-now look, her teeth almost audibly clacking together.
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Post by Matsuzaki Kazuo on Jan 26, 2017 14:07:24 GMT
"Supposed to change? MY ASS." He huffs and shakes his head, waving his hand dismissively once more, an arrogant streak running through him like lightning down a tree. "I'm not going to change for anyone but MYSELF. And I've got no reason to change. Hell, I'm proud of why I'm here." Beating up three people to a bloody pulp and almost getting a fourth one seemed like a deed he /would/ be proud of, a smug grin etching onto his face like a badly made graffiti, skewed to be higher on the right edge of his mouth.
"Getting into trouble's more than worth it. I'm gonna show the pricks running this pyramid scheme designed to suck up government funds where to stuff it. You ready to see?" He lifts up a fist, placing his fist next to it as he starts to "wind up" his raised up fist, the middle finger gradually rising up into the air... Until something crashes against the tree, just a little to the left of him. He lets out a loud shout of surprise, hands spinning wildly as he drops off, barely grabbing onto the sturdy group of branches he had been seated on, hanging on for dear life as a hot sweat burst down his face.
And the thing... The beast that had launched that wheelchair right next to him. Was an elderly woman who looked like she'd get pushed over at the nearest hint of wind blowing at her. Kazuo couldn't help but intensely stare at her, and then down to the poor girl who was clacking her teeth. He felt a bit sorry for her, but that momentary feeling was rushed away by the utterly bizarre nature of the scene that had unfolded just now. And then she even called them little shits. It was... It was...
Amazing! This grandma was fucking amazing!
"Oi, oi!" He swung on the branch a little, not letting go yet. The drop wasn't too big, but he'd still prefer to not drop. "I'm here to show I'm not bowing down to... Whatever the hell this academy's gonna do to me." He nudged his head towards the shivering younger girl, grinning. "And she's here to do the same, keh." No she isn't. Stop putting words into other people's mouths.
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Post by Yuko Romanov on Jan 28, 2017 10:37:32 GMT
Yuko shot a glance at the student who was on the ground and raised her eyebrow, "Honey, if you don't want to get in trouble, leave the woods. I have no desire to punish either of you, as I was out here taking a nap instead of teaching my history class."
She yawned. This was the third time in a row she'd skipped her own class. She wondered if that counted as irony. She shook her head a bit and refocused on the red haired fool. She eyed him up and down and then shrugged. She leaned forward and let herself fall off the branch she had been sitting on. She waited half a second before extending her hands out, feeling her palms crack against bark. The limb bowed and slowed her fall enough to let her land lightly on the ground. She winced at the pressure in her legs. The nurse always yelled at her when she was out of her wheelchair.
"Get down here, monkey," Yuko pointed up at the kid in the tree as she walked slowly over to her wheelchair, "I hate yelling at people. Makes my voice all raspy like I'm a smoker or something."
She righted her wheelchair and sat in it, immediately pulling out a cigarette from the bag that was tied to the back of her amazing vehicle. She lit the cigarette and considered something she hadn't considered in three years. Maybe it was time she started a real class again. She frowned to herself and rolled the filter of her smoke between forefinger and thumb.
"Say, hot head," Yuko was eyeing her cigarette, "How exactly is flipping off the treetops going to show the 'pricks running this pyramid scheme' a damn thing? You think one of them is up there looking down at you specifically?"
Her eyes shot to the leaves high above them. The thought crossed her mind that a couple of them actually would do that and she frowned. Matsuzaki Kazuo Decklyn O'Conner |
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