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Creative Arts and Media => Roleplay => Serious RP => Topic started by: Oceanic815 on January 05, 2016, 07:13:13 AM
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>: pellicius high school
| ACCESSING O’BROKTA RECORDS
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| INFORMATION RETRIEVAL SUCCESSFUL
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| Pellicius High School
| 4200 Hanso Lane, Saturn, XA
| Faculty: 173
| Student Body: 1534
| Administrator: Roger D. Cox
| Class D School
>: display demograhpics
| INVALID COMMAND
>: display demographics
| Student Body:
| 73% canine; 9% feline; 5% avian; 5% reptilian; 4% amphibian; 4% other
| Faculty:
| 82% canine; 10% reptilian; 5% amphibian; 3% other
| DISPLAY FURTHER DEMOGRAPHIC BREAKDOWN?
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>: display number of entrances
| BUILDING HAS 32 ENTRANCE/EXITS
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DAY 1: MONDAY, 17 AUGUST 2015
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“. . . your own kind of music! Sing your own special song! Make your own kind of music! Even if nobody else sings along!”
Mark rolled over in bed, distantly recognizing his phone going off, the upbeat song blaring from it puncturing the humid fog of his previous sleep in a manner that was supremely confusing.
Don’t get him wrong, it’s not as if he disliked Mama Cass. The song arrived to him like a familiar friend – welcome, something he enjoyed hearing, something that made him smile. Still, he was too damn tired for this right now.
Rolling out of his bed, he crossed over to the phone, plugged in and lying on the floor. Ah yes, his special awake alarm – math problems. Mark was, well, irresponsible. Irresponsible with sleep, that is. He only ever got enough on nights when there was no obligation the next day to give him reason to get up early, leaving him to sleep in until noon or later. Despite this, he often stayed up well into the hours of the early morning regardless of what day it was – and regardless of what he had scheduled the next day. And last night had been no exception.
For these reasons, Mark lived in a regretful state of perpetual sleepiness. It didn’t dominate his life . . . but it was certainly something big for him. Long story short, because of his usual lack of sleep, alarms very often failed to wake him unless they required him to do math problems. Or, rather, he would turn regular alarms off in his sleep if all they required was him swiping his finger on the screen.
The second of two math problems finally completed, Mark stretched and yawned before pulling off his clothes, shirt, pajama pants, underwear, and socks, all going into his hamper. Crossing quickly from his room to his bathroom, he turned on his shower, climbing in.
Today ought to be . . . interesting, to say the least. He and his family had only moved here to the other side of the country a month ago, and adjustment had been harder than he’d care to admit. Such hot weather! At least they’d gotten a house with a pool.
As with most neighborhoods, the folks living in the other houses generally kept to themselves, and his family had done the same. So he’d not really had the opportunity to meet new creatures, despite being generally curious about the area and a good deal lonely. Skype chats with old friends thousands of miles away were only so interactive.
Yet wishes do come true. The first day of Junior year at a new school awaited him, and he was certain that he’d be introduced to all the creatures his little otter heart could handle. He wasn’t all that nervous, per say, but still a little. One tends to be when they’re afraid the façade they live under is a bit too flimsy . . .
Running his hands down his furred body to rid it of the last of the soapy wash, he reluctantly turned off the water before stepping out. Drying off, combing fur, getting dressed, brushing teeth, putting on deodorant, styling hair, grabbing an inadequate breakfast, all passed quickly. He said goodbye to his Dad, already awake and working from the couch, before he grabbed his car keys off the peg next to the door, backpack – containing only his computer, a book, and assorted pens and pencils – slung over his shoulder, and left the door.
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Pellicius High School, 4200 Hanso Lane. Arriving at the place, a basic brick construction, Mark stepped out of the car. Shit, he was starting to get a little more nervous. Calming himself as he stepped away from the car and locked the door, Mark attempted not to look any bit nervous and instead walked – fairly normally, he might add, if he were to compliment himself – towards the school, tail swinging slightly behind him.
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Yet again a typical first day of school.
But today was only somewhat that – typical. Ave shut down his parked car, the brick box of Pellicius High School surrounded by other students flocking into it visible through the windshield. Beside him, Cryst, his younger brother, held his backpack as he tried not to look wide-eyed at the structure before him.
He was failing.
Cryst was, although Ave would never say this, his favorite brother. Their pack was very large, something that made Ave proud to no end. It also meant, though, that he had enough siblings, both from his litter and the others, to make the choosing of favorites a natural thing. Interaction with so many different brother and sister pups created a little community that their family lived in, and the siblings banded together, if only in minor ways.
Cryst was Ave’s favorite because he was honest. There were no two ways about it. Cryst, as the expression goes, showed his teeth in the daylight. It wasn’t as if their packmates were master deceivers, or anything like that, but still, Cryst was definitely the most honest among them. The rest of them stuck to their principles of family and pack like glue – but beyond just those, Cryst was genuinely good, and lived honor in every moment of his life to both family and non-family. Ave even might say he looked up to him, in some ways.
And so, today became not a typical day. For it was Cryst’s first day of High School – honest, innocent, Cryst. Of course, the younger wolf would have gained experience with dumb kids in Middle School.
But Ave worried for him nonetheless.
“Well, are you ready, Crys?
Cryst turned to him, putting on a smile that was mostly sincere. “Yeah. I think so.”
Ave reached over and punched him in the arm. “You’re gonna do fine. Let’s go.”
Stepping out, Ave was immediately found the smells of dozens of different animals on the air. Some were familiar – even to the point of recognizing the specific individual they came from – but others were more vague. And others, still, came from clearly other non-canine species.
Ave’s ears flattened at this. He, like many in the school, hated the recent push towards species integration. Canines belonged with canines. Scalies with scales. Birds with birds. Etc. What was so difficult or wrong about that?
Eyes searching out the smells, he easily spotted several of them. A scalie of some kind held a laptop bag close to its side as it walked to the school, he thought he could see a feline thing . . . and even there, an otter Ave had never seen was walking in swinging his tail like he owned the friggin’ place.
Next to him, Cryst had apparently failed to notice the newfound “diversity”. Cryst himself was pretty soft on the whole thing, one of his only character flaws. Instead, he held his phone, setting it to vibrate.
Ave’s ears rising again, he rolled his eyes at his brother's incessant need to follow the rules before turning around to walk in. Calling at his brother over his shoulder, Ave began to prepare himself for the day that was yet to come and tried not to breathe in otter stench.
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The dull roar of the school lobby approached Samantha Dancyon’s perked ears in a manner most unpleasant. For the dull roar was hardly dull at all, but rather quite loud - whoops and barks and guffaws floated on the air as the students, largely unchecked, greeted each other after the short summer.
Feeling the eyes of multiple students on her body – likely on multiple places on her body – Samantha strode quickly through, dressed in a conservative suit, briefcase at her side. If she were to be frank, she hated this job. It was easy to remember a time when she was a young, short-clawed college student, unable to see the world past her own snout, so blinded by idealism was she. Back then, teaching was a job that meant everything from enlightening the youngest of pups to expanding the minds of those adults about to enter the real world. She imagined herself, entering work each day with a meticulously prepared lesson for each and every class. The students were constantly inquisitive, the faculty kind and inclusive, the job rewarding despite its admittedly low salary.
To be fair, she hadn’t been quite that foolish. She’d remembered High School, what it was like and how the students truly were – filled with unnecessary drama and angst. Still, she’d hoped that she could lead classes that would inspire students like her old teachers couldn’t. Now, she knew the full truth, though. More students at this school valued her for her body than for her mind as their eyes snaked their way all over her curves – or at least what little showed through in the suits she wore. She struggled daily to hold their attention off herself and on the lesson plan, or even hold their attention to the present at all.
The student and faculty body, composed vastly of canines (including herself) was split harshly along different cliques, the fights amongst these different groups even pettier than their existence in the first place. Popularity contests, irrelevant disputes, hatred towards those with intelligence and others existed alongside such larger offenses as sexism, religious prejudice, transphobia, and homophobia. Not to mention the speciesism – and good God, was it rampant. Living on the opposite side of the country, she’d known before moving here to teach that it existed, but she’d never imagined the magnitude towards which canines could expel any and all regard for other species of animal or otherwise. They daily assaulted – not just verbally, but even physically! – those whom could not count themselves as a canine of some sort. And it was even worse for the mixed-bree- . . . Er, excuse her. That wasn’t the proper term, she had to remind herself. It was even worse for the hybrids. They treated them like absolute dirt.
Finally stepping into her classroom, where several students already waited for the short 15 minutes of “homeroom”, she tiredly set down her briefcase, greeting several of them when they said hello to her – “Yes, I’m fine, how are you?” and “My summer was fine, thank you for asking”. Yet again feeling eyes on her as she sat down behind her desk, Samantha turned around to see Ave, a young purple wolf in his Junior year, sitting there, an absolutely disgustingly rabid grin on his face as he, without any attempt of subtlety or regret, checked her out. Finding her looking at him, he winked.
She wanted to kill him. She wanted to rip him apart and tear that smile and his face off so that they would no longer sit upon his disgustingly twisted brain – for all the injustices committed at this school, he was simultaneously one of the worst, and one of the smartest offenders.
However, she took no immediate action. The Principal only gave a damn about animals like Ave and their prejudice when the state required it, and even then, Ave’s smarts meant that he got away with everything. Still, she didn’t know how much longer she could put up with him before she, at least, decked him in the face.
. . .
What had she become? She felt hatred towards a student of hers. Hatred. College hadn’t prepared her for this, for being in this situation. And the worst part of it all – there was nothing she could actually do about it – about him, about his clique, about their wretched prejudices. Living in a town that was indifferent, working under a Principal that shared in the prejudice, operating amongst students who were despicable animals – all of it left her no option for change. She was powerless to affect the situations in which she stood, for if she tried, she’d surely only find herself hurt, fired, or worse.
Yes, the small changes, those that were minute and went unnoticed, she reminded herself, those were the important ones.
Turning back to her filing cabinet to pull out the attendance sheet for this semester’s homeroom, she ran a paw between her ears as she sighed slightly. If getting through it all was her only true option, then get through it all she would.
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"Beep! Beep! Beep!" Marcus' alarm clock sounded, dragging him out of his sleep. His ears twitching towards the noise, he slowly opened his heavy eyes, staring at the time. Why do I have to wake up this way?, he thought, as he slowly moved his covers away from his body, still laying in his bed for a couple of seconds. With all of his might, he weakly swung his legs over the edge, placing the on the cold bedroom floor. Due to his sudden rising, his head got really heavy and dizzy. Placing his right paw on his aching forehead, he shut close his eyes, grinding his teeth. God, I hate headrushes, he thought, waiting for it to be over.
As his head slowly got better, he opened his eyes again, rising up to a standing position, stretching out his arms and tail, standing up on his toes. He let his arms dangle down next to his torso, as he reached for his dark-blue skinny jeans, that was flung over his desk chair the night before. He slowly pulled them up his legs, whereafter he tightened the belt buckle to prevent them from falling down. That belt... he had worn it since his pants got pulled down in front of the whole class in his former school. That moment... he shook his head, as he tried to think of other things, trying not to be too nervous about the new school year. He pulled off his t-shirt, and put on a plain, light grey one, he simply found in his dresser. A week-old flannel was hanging over his door. This'll do, he thought, as he put it on.
He moved out of the bedroom, walking down the stairs, step after step, into the bathroom. He turned on the light, and sighed at his hair being all messed up, due to the sleep. He slowly combed it, as well as his cheeks to make them look remotely nice. Moving out of the bedroom, into the kitchen, he ate a quick breakfast, which was simply a piece of toast with ham. Feeling a little more refreshed, after staring into the air for a few seconds, he moved into the bathroom again, quickly brushing his teeth. He grabbed his school bag, going out of the house, locking it after him, since both of his parents had already gone to work.
Since he didn't live too far away from the school, he would just walk down there. Moving down the street, he noticed all of the other people his age driving towards the school. This is so embarrassing, he thought, as he felt like he was the only one without a drivers license. As he finally reached the school, he stood outside on the street for a couple of seconds, feeling kinda nervous. You can do this, he thought, as he finally took the first couple of steps towards the building, looking around at the other students, before heading inside the noisy school lobby. Giving a little sigh, he looked around the room, searching for a map over the building to find his first class.
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The alarm beeped. Guage opened his eyes slowly and sighed. He geard his dad snoring in the living room and slammed his paw down on the snooze. Best not wake him. When his dad worked nights anyone in the house that woke him suffered dearly. He tried to blink away the sleep from his eyes but his older brothers dragging a friend into the house at 1 in the morning had not been a pleasent surprise. At all. "Rival pack jumped him on his way home. He needs a place ro lay low for a bit while we figure out if his legs are broken." his brother jackie had explained to a basically sleep walking Gauge. A howl came from their bed room. "You bet they are." his other brother miles called. "Stupid upity..theyll pay." Jackie growled. Before turning back to Gauge. "Go back to sleep little bro. You got school tomorrow. Dad says your smart as a whip. That youll go places..rest up. We'll deal with this." he grinned as Guage had nodded and shut his door and flopped back into bed. As Guage grabbed his book bag and beat to death phone, he sniffed the air. No scent of his brothers..just his dad and stale booze. He wiggled his nose in disgust. Hed never gotten used to that stench. He pulled on a shirt and hoodie before grabbing his keys and pulling on his pants and shoes. Before creeping into the living room and slipping into the kitchen to grab a day old breakfast burrito before slipping out the back door and locking it. His racing motorcycle sat next to his dads old black truck. His summer had been devoted to getting this bike 2 jobs and side work here and there to pay the "summer housing tax" his dad had happily applied as soon as he saw Gauges first paycheck. But it had finally been his and he never went a day without loving it. The well taken care of and lovingly tuned engine purred as he ignited it and he reved the engine before peeling out leabeing angry yells from his woken father in his wake. Soon he was in the school parking lot. Others were arriving and he sat and lit a smoke watching them as he puffed away. New species were becoming more and more prevalent to his dads displeasure. Guahe cpuld care less. If his dad hated them they couldn't be all that bad. A small group approached him. By the way others gave them a wide berth, whispered and scurried past Gauge knew they were his friends. Younger brothers of his brothers pack mates. His home pack was small..dad never really had interest in a large one so his pack had merged with other small packs in the neighborhood to form a large one for the protection of them all. Sadly they werent the only ones who thought of this..and they had ro defend their territory from other neighborhood packs frequently. "Sup Gauge. Hows it going?" the largest wolf, black as pitch and wide enough to give any enemy a second thought. "Going good Sam. Going good." Gauge responded with a wry grin handing him a smoke as they sat outside. "Me and the boys are getting ready to head out back to the territory. Help my big bro with some disputes. You in?" he asked. "Nah. My bros want me in school. They said theres plenty of time to get into the pack after im done with school." Sam nodded. A younger one never disobeyed an elder in the pack. Ever. "Suit yourself. Alright guys lets go." he moved off as a couple waved and greeted Gauge. He watched them go with a sigh and slowly made his way into the school with the other students. Finally feeling safe.
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Tempest watched her alarm's hand click until her alarm went off and smiled as she turned it off. She had always woken up before her alarm on the first day of school, whether it was nerves or excitement that woke her up so early she knew not, but was already dressed and had already eaten. She went back down the hallway to the bathroom to brush her teeth and make sure she looked ok. She was wearing a black t-shirt under a red flannel and faded red pants. She smiled and went into her little brothers room where he lay sleeping. She kissed the top of his light blue head and whispered "Later buddy." She shut his door softly and grabbed her bag off of the kitchen table. She shut off all the lights and called out a goodbye down the basement stairs to her mother, whose muffled yell was heard a second later. She giggled and put a black beanie on and walked outside. She lived about 5 blocks from the school and the fresh morning air felt nice as it seeped into her fur. She started walking and put in her earbuds, listening to some early 2000's Rock and humming along with it as she made her way towards the school.
As she was walking she went through the previous night, checking off what she definitely did or didn't put into her bag. Notebooks, pens, her sketchbook, her pencils and an eraser. Check. Money..? She stopped and realized it was on the table, she cussed under her breath and shook her head. She was already on the schools block and decided she'll just eat when she got home. Her phone changed to Angel by Shaggy and she couldn't help but smile. Tempest pulled an earbud out and sang along softly, making sure she wasn't singing too loud. Upon entering the school she made her way into the office and asked for her schedule. As she waited she looked around and smiled at some new kids she hadn't recognized. She took her schedule and smiled, seeing she had Choir first. Greeting the choir teacher as she entered, she took a seat.
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Guage made his way into the school. He spotted Ave heading in and made a sound like a groan and a growl. He and Ave..there was mild dislike and hatred. But this was more annoyance mixed with what he admitted was jealious. Ave had alot of what every wolf wants. And he didnt. And Ave let him know it frequently. He sighed and had to walk under the principles dissapproving gaze. The big mastiff seemed to be screaming with a silent glare. They..didnt get along either. The gambling ring in gym. The soccer teams ball being knifed. The cigarette cartons and alcohol he sold to minors, and the numerious fights. Oh the very abundant fights. His look seemed to say "just give me a reason. Ill get you." he grinned and walked into the office and grabbed his schedule. A red panda had scurried past. "Hm? Shes tiny.." guage mused as he watched her leave. "Cute though." then with schdule in paw he headed to homeroom taking his normal spot in very back. Ave was grinning like a fool at thier teacher. What was her name? He suddenly realised he didnt have a clue. With most people reffering to her with nicknames..each lewder than the next. He sighed and pulled up his hood as was custom and closed his eyes. He thought he heard something but no teacher had disruppted him sleeping in class since..ever..
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Having found the office on the map, Marcus went into it, to get his schedual. Another wolf was standing in there, getting his, as a red panda scurried past him out of the office, which made him quickly move to the side due to reflexes. As he got his schedual, he looked down at it. Making his way out of the office, he spotted the red panda again walking around the corner. She seems... cute. Whatever..., he thought, as he knew that, due to his shyness, he'd probably never have a chance with anyone here. He walked through the noisy hallways, making his way to Homeroom. Upon entering, he first poked his head in, making sure it was the right room to be in, before settling down at the back.
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Her mother shook her shoulders to wake up her sleeping daughter, Yuro. She slowly opened her eyes half way, batting her tail in irritation against the edge of the bed. " Wake up dear, it's time for school", her mother says in a sweet cheerful tone. Yuro wasn't much of a morning person. She growled and sat up, rubbing her eyes drowsily. Her mother chirpoed happily as she walk out of Yuro's room, closing the door behind her. Yuro groaned and stood up from her bed. Going to her dresser and pulling out a white tank top and a strawberry pink skirt. She steps over to her closet and grabs her black leather jacket. Slipping them all on and heads to the bathroom. She brushes her sergal fur around her head and neck. She grabs her toothbrush and toothpaste and starts brushing her teeth. Then spat in the sink and wiped her mouth. After she was done, she went downstairs and saw the breakfast sitting on the table. Crispy bacon, seasoned scrambled eggs and two slices of toast with butter slabbed onto it. Her mother was the only family she got. Her father died in a war when she was a young baby sergal. After that happened the connections with the rest of her family were cut off. Leaving her mother to everything. Sometimes Yuro wonders how she does it. But Yuro sat down and began to eat. Not making a word. Her mother finally turned her head and said,"you better hurry, you're gunna be late!" Yuro was shocked as she looked at the clock. Having one toast left. She slipped it into her mouth and picked up her black bag filled with her school supplies, and ran out the door. Slamming the door behind her. She ran as fast she could as she ate her toast to nothing. Then she finally arrived at the school doors. She panted as she opened them. Knowing where homeroom is from the night before. Her mom handing her schedule to her. How'd she get that? She wondered. But she shrugged it off. She walked into her half filled busy classroom and sat down at a random empty seat. Taking a breather and lying her head on her arms
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Rocket was sitting up on his bed, one headphone in his ear playing some convoluted concerto while he stared at his laptop, the bright reflection of the screen visible in the lenses of his slim glasses. He looked down at the corner of his screen: it was time to get ready. Had he stayed up all night again? It was hardly surprising. Chronic insomnia doesn't recognize the necessity of being well-rested for school. He hardly minded though. It was a great excuse to consume copious amounts of coffee, which he enjoyed thoroughly.
He shut his laptop, set it aside, and swiveled his body so he was sitting on the edge of the bed. His boots were directly in front of him, and he was already fully dressed, as he had taken a shower the night prior and didn't trust himself to dress properly in the morning. After tieing his shoes, he disconnected his phone from the charger, disengaging the alarm that would've gone off in just one more minute, and checked to make sure he had his wallet and key ring, which he affixed to one of the belt loops on his cargo pants. He proceeded to walk to his closet, grabbing the protective vest that would save his skin if he were to fall off his bike, then layered his double-breasted coat over it. Lastly, he tied his bandana and tied it around his neck, turning the light off in his room and quickly trotting down the stairs to the kitchen.
The house was quiet. Both of his parents had long since left for work, and his older brother had already moved out. Basking in the silence, he made himself scrambled eggs on toast and consumed a full 4 cups of coffee. Now he felt ready to start the day. His first day at school? A day was a day to him.
Grabbing his black messenger bag, he threw it over his shoulder and walked out into the garage, running his paw over the glossy surface of his red and silver street bike. A year of being dreadfully stingy had rewarded him with his cherished, efficient transportation, and he took great pride in making sure that it was in admirable shape. He put on his helmet: a 3/4 modular type with only his snout sticking out; a tinted visor was affixed to it. He opened the garage and pulled out onto the street, beginning the short ride to school.
From first, to second, to third gear, he weaved around cars, inciting some glares from other drivers as he passed precariously close to them. He could see others walking towards his destination--Pellicius High--which he attended for the previous two years. Turning his head, he noticed a gray and green wolf walking, and time slowed momentarily. He had a flashback of the altercation he had with a pack of wolves his first year, and he gritted his teeth as he heard himself yelp, but he shut out the thought, pulling on the throttle so his front wheel lifted slightly before he reached the student parking lot.
Approaching the area designated for motorcycles and scooters, he rolled by a few wolves puffing on some cigarettes, he avoided turning his head so it didn't seem like he was looking at them. After he parked his bike, he walked past them, refraining from removing his helmet until he was near the main entrance to the school.
Rocket knew exactly where he needed to go, pulling up his schedule on his smart-phone and making a bee-line for homeroom. Once inside, he found the most secluded seat available, setting his messenger bag and helmet next to his desk before pulling out an anthology of Jack London's works, opening to a bookmarked page. At that point he shut everything else out: the chatter, the rustling, the squeals of enjoyment from reunited peers. To him, he was just picking up where he left off last year.
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Wow. There were . . . there were a lot of students at Pellicius High.
Mark delicately skirted his way through the noisy, noisy school lobby, sidestepping around various students and other groups, attempting not to step on anybody's toes, tails, stuff, or anything really. Mark would describe himself as outgoing - as would those who knew him, he was sure. He enjoyed talking to people, interacting with people, liked getting together with large groups of friends - oh, he absolutely cherished the experience of seeing a movie with a reactive audience. All that being said, he wasn't really the type to be very confident in such a setting as this. Beyond just being unwilling to introduce himself to new people, Mark also wanted to avoid drawing too much attention until he felt more comfortable in such a setting.
Lost in his thoughts about not drawing attention to himself, Mark accidentally stepped fully on the paw of a fox who was wearing no shoes. Turning on him, the fox looked a little pissed as he whirled around - and looked positively infuriated as he came face to face with Mark.
"Hey, watch it, Otter!" he yelled, towering over Mark. Numerous people from all around turned to observe, those in the group the fox had been talking to turning around to look - and they looked pissed at him too. All he'd done was step on a paw! Others from around watched him, and in some of their faces, he saw . . . pity?
Putting up his paws in front of him, Mark backed away, murmuring a "sorry" before pushing his way into the crowd, his head down. Dammit, that was embarrassing, the kind of embarrassing stuff he wanted so badly to avoid. But still . . . it had been scary too. Something about them had seemed more than pissed, it had seemed downright threatening.
Attempting with only a modicum of success to push the thought out of his mind, Mark turned back around and found himself near the main office. Seeing a paper taped next to the entranceway that said "Schedules here", Mark entered. The surprisingly spacious office was filled with students at a long main counter sifting through trays that were labelled according to the alphabet, a tray for each letter. Behind the counter, various canine office personnel either barked at (hah, barked, he was so funny!) or helped students, urging them to move along after finding their schedules.
Taking an educated guess, Mark walked up to the tray for "S", and sure enough, the schedule for one "Mark Samuels" was on the top of the pile. He realized, with a bit of a start, that he'd no idea how they organized their school days here. Back on the other side of the country, they'd gone on an 8-block schedule - looking down at the paper in his paws, he saw that this school ran on a 4 block schedule, with something called "Homeroom" at the start of the day, and lunch between blocks 3 and 4. He remembered now that he'd only filled out for 4 classes. Duh.
But Homeroom? What the heck was that? Stepping up to the main counter, he quickly caught the attention of an elderly german shepherd with the name "Ms. Queen" on a plaque in front of her. "Excuse me, Ma'am?" he asked. She turned to look at him, inquisitive eyes indicating that she was ready for his question. "Sorry to, um, be a bother, but what's homeroom? Is it another class?"
Behind her glasses, her eyes spoke to him, saying "Is this kid for real?" But she still spoke kindly to his question.
"No hon, that's the block before your first class, you know?"
"No, sorry," he said, embarrassed all over again. "I just moved here, our school didn't have one of those."
Apparently sensing his embarrassment, she smiled just a little "Well don't worry, it's fine. It's just a brief 20 minutes for the morning announcements and for students to get ready".
"Ah, okay," he responded. "I have the same teacher for Homeroom and first block, is that how it always is?" he asked, still, admittedly, confused.
A line had started to form behind him and she was looking less patient now. "Is your first block band or choir? Those students have the same homeroom classroom as their firs block" she informed him, claw tapping on the counter now.
"No ma'am, it's English. With Ms . . . Dancyon?" He wanted out. But he didn't want to be rude. But he was already being rude? Man, this was not how he wanted this day to be going.
"Oh yes, she has the same homeroom as her first block. Anything else?"
Sweet freedom, we meet again. "No ma'am, thank you" he spoke quickly, immediately ducking out and away from her impatient gaze. Leaving the other side of the office under the (disapproving?) gaze of a burly Mastiff, Mark left the school lobby, just a little more careful this time, and began navigating the halls. His schedule placed his first block in room . . . 1138. He was passing room 1138.
Immediately slowing and turning, Mark backtracked and ducked his head into the room. Sitting behind a desk at the back of the room was a very tired-looking white wolf who he could only presume was Ms. Dancyon. The room was filled with a smattering of species, most of them muscled male canines. A purple wolf checking his phone looked up at Mark and gave no indication of emotion - except for lowering his ears as he went to look at his phone again.
What did that mean? What was he supposed to take away from that? What was-
Mark cut himself off prematurely. He was freaking out way too much this morning. Had Ms. Queen really been annoyed, or had he imagined that? But how pissed had that fox and his friends been, really? Breathing in as he walked in, Mark once again attempted to shove these thoughts out of his mind. He looked down at himself - blue jeans, red polo shirt? He looked nice. He was going to be fine. Smoothing down his shirt as he slung his backpack off his back and down to his hand, Mark took one of the only remaining seats next to a black hooded figure - who seemed to stir at the noise of his arrival. Mark hoped he hadn't woken him up.
Looking around at the other animals, Mark thought about making conversation with somebody. He could. But he could also, well, not. Like he'd said, he was outgoing, but not in this new and overwhelming an environment. Sliding his backpack underneath the desk, Mark took a cue from the purple wolf and pulled out his own phone, checking the news app, hoping that somebody might talk to him so he could have conversation that he himself hadn't initiated.
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Yuro yawned quietly. Not noticing the flock of other students around her. Her long tail layed on the ground next to her chair. She sighed and looked at the different species around her. She start to feel like she was too different from the other, maybe she won't make any friends, after all she was the one of her species here . Even if she wanted to make friends, she's too shy to do it. Her cheeks flushed up with a dark pink and she pulled up her hoodie. Thinking why she came here. Then suddenly, her tail got stepped on and she heard a loud thump. "Ack!" exclaims a cat girl who fallen onto the ground. "oh my god! I'm sorry! Did my tail get in your way? I'm dearl-" yuro was suddenly interrupted by the angry feline,"save it freak!" the cat got up, patting off her knees. Then pointing to Yuro's tail,"keep your freaking tail tucked away!" she stomps off angrily after. Yuro, all embarrassed and depressed now, slides her tail under her chair. Folding her arms on her desk and hiding her face within them.
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Having sat down at the back of the room, Marcus put his bag next to his table, looking a bit around at the other students to find out what you actually did in a... homeroom, was it. Some was reading, some was talking, and some was just browsing their phones. Feeling a bit divided on what he could do, he searched a bit through his bag to find... something to do.I guess, this is a neat way to start the day, he thought, as he was used to just start out with the first lesson. As he was about to just pull up his phone, he noticed an otter, looking almost as... confused, as himself? He looked at him for a little bit, before realizing it, and pulled out his phone, looking down at it, to avoid just starring at him. He had heard about the problems between canines and other species here, and he didn't want to make the otter uncomfortable.
As the otter sat down a few tables away from him, he felt the need to go over and speak to him. Why not? He seems nice... but maybe he isn't... Oh, come on, you have to get out of your shell... but maybe.... This was the struggle that ususally went through his head, when he met new people. Due to him being bullied at his former school, confidence was certainly not a thing, he had a lot of. He sat for a few more moments, starring at his phone, but not paying attention to what was going on, on it at all, as he kept on struggling with his thoughts.
Screw it!, he thought, as he finally stood up, turning towards where the otter was sitting. Ok, that's the first step... now the second..., he thought, as he slowly began to approach him. He stopped up in front of him, hesitantly letting out "Hey... uhh... I'm Marcus... it seems like we're sharing... homeroom, is it?", with an easily noticeable northern european accent, feeling awkward about his ignorance about what homeroom was.
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The noise was another student sitting down. He sighed inwardly. Now he was awake and hed have to harrass the poor new kid. He wasnt even a canine so now hed doubly have to. Out wardly he sat up and pulled off his hood. "Hey. Why dont you try being a little quieter eh? Im try ing to sleep. If it happens again we'll settle up after school and unless a brick loged into your head would be positive for you id suggest shuting the hell up and being a ghost when im around. You dig homie?" he growled and smacked the phone out of marks hand. "Looks like you dropped something bro. Better pick it up." he then pulled his hood back on and closed his eyes. He hated doing that but it was the only way to warn others to stay away. And if his rep was as good as last year no one that didnt need booze, smokes, or someone beat down would mess with him..thats what his brothers had always taught him..and hed always been safe..but damn did it have to be so lonly..
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Thud. Rocket's book had closed and was now sitting on his desk. Normally, an altercation like this was relatively normal, and he would've kept reading, but the spite in the wolf's actions resonated with him. His torn ear twitched as he stood up and approached the otter and the wolf as a familiar gray and green wolf looked on.
"Am I the only one who thinks that might've been an overreaction?" he inquired openly, looking at each one of them. "Now, I'm going to assume that your bitterness is either from a hard-earned hangover or some bigotry over the fact that this fellow isn't a canine.," he addressed Gauge. "Now, I don't usually butt into others' business, especially when it's the business of an intimidating canine... but don't you think it's too earl in the school year to be making enemies? Especially for no good reason?"
He sighed. "I know who you are, Gauge. Most everybody at this school does. This otter would've been tipped off within a couple days to stay away from you, if the hoodie and the attitude weren't enough."
Awaiting his response, he tried not to betray the worry that began to burden him that he might've not only made just one wolf mad at him, but an entire pack containing even more burly, and even less sensible individuals.
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Great. Rocket. As if this day wasnt a drag enough another inward slump and sigh. And yet another neck fur raising and teeth peeking out of his snout as he growled. "Just gave him some early tutoring. I dont think our little private lesson was any of your business rocket. Or did you forget the last time you butted in." he smirked showing some wicked teeth filed to extreme points. Most pack members in his neighborhood did this to symbolize how ready to fight they were. He actually did feel guilty about that little incident though. Rocket had butted into sams buissness and sam and his pals hadnt liked that one bit...rocket was tough but four preditory wolves wouldve been hard for anyone to handle. "So you mind leaving home dog. Id hate to have to make another visit." he was sitting up and alert now. Ready for anything. His claws ready to dig into flesh. Please back down man..please back down. He thought but his face was a stone mask of indifference.
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His broad, leathery wings pulsating to slow his fall, Kamren's Uggs landed gently onto the pavement beneath him. He relaxed his shoulders, his wings burning slightly from the exercise. He sighed. Welp, this is it, he thought. Kamren reached into his pocket to pull out his phone, clicking the "Home" button to check the date one more time. MONDAY AUG 17 2015 was, of course, displayed on the screen, just like it had been 10 minutes ago right before he'd left his house. And 10 minutes before that when he'd been eating breakfast. And 40 minutes before that when he'd checked it after waking up. Because, despite all the signs telling him otherwise, it would simply make sense that Kamren Heartstrings would show up to his first day of school on the wrong day.
That was obviously not the case though. The young dragon was finally reassured by the hordes of students surrounding the brick building that this was, in fact, the first day of school. He slipped his phone back in his pocket, adjusted his navy blue backpack, and headed toward the front entrance, taking everything in. Just like the rest of town, the demographic of Pellicius High School was predominantly canine, which Kamren noticed immediately. Like, definitely more than half of the students and faculty he passed by were wolves, foxes, dogs, or the like. Already he was being met by some odd, even spiteful, gazes as he approached the main doors. He couldn't shake the feeling that there were comments being tossed between friends and cliques as he walked by - perhaps about his appearance, or that he was a dragon, or maybe about the fact that he'd just flown himself to school and that was weird or something.
As he entered the building, he looked around at all the students. Just like outside, there wasn't another dragon in sight. Kamren gulped, his stomach a little queasy of anxiety. He couldn't possibly be the only dragon at this school! But then when he thought about it, he hadn't seen a single dragon in town over the past couple weeks he'd lived here. Oh boy. Then I really could be the only one.
He tried not to think about that. There about 10 minutes before the first class - homeroom - started, so the dragon silently shuffled over to a long counter in the main office to locate his class schedule. After slipping through a handful of students, he found what he was looking for in a tray labeled 'H', and he was on his merry way. Having been given a brief tour a couple weeks prior when he'd registered for this new school, Kamren didn't have much difficulty finding his homeroom class, Room 1138.
Kamren found an empty seat - there weren't too many left - and sat down, his wings pressed uncomfortably against the wooden chair. "Not very dragon-friendly seating, is it..." he muttered under his breath, slightly hoping no one would hear his lame quip. He dropped his backpack under his seat and got a better look at his class schedule. He wasn't exactly sure what "Homeroom" was all about - his previous school didn't really have anything like it. And also unlike his old school, he only had four classes instead of six. Not that it's a bad thing, he thought. If anything, this year would be a breeze and a 4.0 was in his reach.
He checked his phone. About 5 more minutes before the start of his first class. At a new school. In a new town. Albeit a pretty prejudiced town, he mused. The last thing he wanted was to become someone's enemy purely based on the fact that he wasn't a canine.
You know what, he thought. Screw it. That shouldn't stop you from being yourself. And it definitely shouldn't stop you from kicking ass this year. This is your chance to have a fresh start. Make new friends! What was the worst that could happen?
The dragon smiled, actually somewhat excited to get started. Reaching into his backpack, he pulled out a fresh notebook, opened it up to its first page, pen ready to go. He wasn't going to let anything stop him from having a great senior year.
On second thought. His ears twitched, picking up a moderate disturbance in the seats just behind him. Followed by a cell phone flying out of a paw and landing on the floor next to his desk. Peering over, it seemed that a couple of the kids were getting into it a bit. A gray fox and a disgruntled white wolf. Who had somehow been disheveled by the otter sitting next to him. It's day one. Class hasn't even started yet, and drama already... Kamren sighed. It was probably a good idea to avoid the hooded wolf if he could. He immediately thought about moving to another seat, lest he become involved somehow.
Or... He could be the bigger person and attempt to diffuse the situation. Diplomacy before violence had always been Kamren's strong suit, or at least that's what he'd always told himself. Part of him just didn't, in general, favor being around negative, threatening situations.
The dragon turned around in his seat, a warm smile greeting the three: otter, wolf, and fox. "Hey, you guys! I really wasn't trying to eavesdrop I swear, but um... You know." He reached down to the floor to pick up the dropped cell phone, passing it to the otter. "Here you go," he addressed the otter warmly. "Is... is everything okay, you guys?"
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As he heard a student yell towards them, Marcus' ears twitched towards him, turning his head to see a wolf shouting to the otter. Oh no..., he thought, as he had feared that something like this would happen. Please, at least just stay there, he then thought, before he saw the wolf getting up, heading towards them. As he had reached them, and smacked the phone out of the otters hand, Marcus couldn't stop him self from standing up with a "Hey!", before realizing how bad of an idea that was.
His ears twitched once more, as he heard a fox standing up, approaching them. Oh no, not one more, he thought, as he predicted this to not get anything but worse. Although, as the fox made the comment about this being an overreaction, he felt a little surprised, but still, turned his look to the wolf again, with a look saying "Yeah, isn't it?", listening to what else the fox had to say, slightly nodding along the way. However, his confidence disappeared once more, as he heard the wolf hadn't learned his lesson. And what was this... last time? He took a step back, as the wolf showed his teeth, feeling scared now. He knew there were problems between the species, but he didn't know it was... that serious.
His ears twitching one last time, he noticed a dragon coming inside the classroom. Oh god, he probably doesn't know, what awaits him here, he thought, feeling sorry for him. He turned back to the conversation before, before looking at the dragon again, as he spoke up, holding out the otters phone. No, nothings's ok, he thought, but almost didn't dare say it, as he was afraid to anger the wolf even more. So he tried getting eye contact with the dragon, having turned his head in hopes, that the wolf couldn't see his eyes, making flicks towards him with his pupils with a face, as to say: "No. It's not ok, and this guy is the reason", hoping the dragon would understand him.
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Are you serious. What a nice party. The teacher must be drunk or high. Cant really blame her she has ave and me in the same class. Id be high too. Another wolf and some halfbreed with horns. Why did it always have to be so hard. All these furs wanting to be some kind of hero. Standing up for the little guy. Where he came from the little guy got his jaw broken and his mate and money stolen. "Your another wolf." he said in a warning growl. Anyother wolf recognized the "you have three seconds to back away and ill forgive you." growl. He didnt look like he could hurt a fly..hell the fly might hurt him. "You best be on your way wolf. Before i really lose my patience. Wed both hate that now wouldnt we." he then turned to the dragon. "How about you butt out too. Your all size, no bite. Why dont you go sneeze and light your own ass on fire you cross bred lizard." he huffed as he turned to go. "You guys better watch eachothers backs. A knife handle can suddenly appear in one if you dont. Now leave me be and get the crap away from my space." he walked back to his desk and paused before sitting back down, and looked at the dragon with his face a mask if cold amusment. Unable to resist a final jab "Oh. And nice boots blender bred. Your boyfriend pick em out?" he chuckled as a tatooed wolf with filed fangs like his chuckled and gave him a fist bump and the assorted pair in front of them a glaring once over. His eyes lingered on rocket. "Nice Gauge." he chuckled as Gauge sat back down and closed his eyes. Yeah i made fun of the kids shoes that are actually pretty cool because he was different. Really nice Gauge. Real nice. They didnt seem like bad guys. But pack and race came first. It had to. Besides they didnt wanna be his friend. He was headed to a factory job or a jail cell and an early grave. They were all going to be something. What was the point of being friends with furs that didnt understand anyway. Hed always be the victim in there eyes. A wolf to be pitied. Hed rather be feared and respected than loved and pitied anyway. And as he closed his eyes he felt a pang. Guilt. But he pushed it away and replaced it with a deep cold feeling in his chest.
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Kasai gets up from bed and sees her alarm clock!She Over slept! she only has a few minutes to get to school. She dashed for her backpack and ran to school.She made it ontime!She then sat in her class seat and ate some breakfast.
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Kasai s to walk around, to see what it is like in this highschool.She knows she has about 20 more minutes before class. She takes the left hallway.She runs towards a class and peeks at the window on the door.Then she reminds herself of her math homework.She hopes to pass highschool.
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Yuro started to hear two furrs arguing and picked up her head to see what's going on. She sighed and muttered under her breath,"stupid wolf... Over a damn phone.." she leaned back into her chair, twirling her long fur. Watching the four species bicker. Someones gotta break them up... She thought to herself. But i don't want to get in it if it starts to get ugly. "canines and their temper..." she muttered.
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Marcus felt a little uneasy about the wolf's threats, but stood his ground, not moving. Please, just... go away..., he thought, hoping his uneasiness wasn't too noticeable. He felt a little relieved, as the wolf now turned to the dragon to tell him off. Although, he did feel relief for not being the target of the shouting anymore, he still felt bad for the dragon for being the new target. Giving a quiet sigh as the wolf went away to sit down at his chair, he looked at the dragon. "Listen... you don't have to listen to him... he's... probably just having a bad day", he said, not very convincingly, as it was easy to hear, he was afraid himself. He had never gotten a death threat before. He had gotten some threats, but not any, that serious. He turned to the otter, before getting pulled back by the sound of the wolf shouting something about the draon's boots. Ok, that's it!, he thought, as he began to feel hatred towards him. Due to his small figure, he didn't go over to tell him off though. Even though he felt hatred, he was more scared of him, than anything.
He once again turned to the otter, kneeling down. "Are you... ok?", he asked, trying to get eye contact, as well as smiling concernly, not realizing how awkward he actually looked, sitting there, trying to comfort him.
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She watched as the choir classroom filled up with mainly birds and a few other species. They went through some introductions and the teacher played a few scales as the teacher assigned parts. Tempest's wide ranged voice confused the teacher as to put her in alto, second soprano/alto, or soprano. She shrugged and chose soprano as it was the range that was the most fun for her. The birds around her chattered away and Tempest sat upright, watching the teacher eagerly. They got handed the songs they would learn for the first concert and she paged through them, smiling wide. These would be beautiful. She thought as she looked around. Noticing there was a Cardinal looking at her. She smiled and waved at him, which caused him to blush and quickly look away. She giggled and looked back at the teacher as he began teaching the class their parts for the songs.
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So, everything happened way too quickly. Absurdly so. The events were sorted in Mark's mind, but still . . . it was a lot to take in.
He'd been sitting at his desk, minding his own business, when suddenly, two things had happened at once. As a green and gray wolf had begun to approach him and make an accented introduction (hooray, good interaction!) he'd been . . . well, he wasn't entirely sure of the appropriate term. Rebuked? That would work for now. He'd been rebuked by the hooded figure he'd sat next to, who turned out to be a white wolf with intense eyes (boo, bad interaction!). Before having his phone slapped out of his hand by the same creature. As most of the students in the class turned to look, Mark barely registered a "Hey!" coming from somewhere in the room, so in surprise was he. In all seriousness, his blood had turned to ice. Something was very wrong here.
And in the wolf, he'd seen a look. Something that pinged inside of him, silently calling out, a memory. He knew the look on the wolf's face, and it wasn't anger, even though that's what he was supposed to think. Instead it was . . . Mark hadn't been able to place it or where he'd seen it before the situation became even worse. A gray fox suddenly appeared - Mark thought he'd glimpsed the creature in the back of the room when he'd entered - and challenged the wolf.
"Am I the only one who thinks that might've been an overreaction?" he'd asked. No, no you were not. Judging from the expression of the accented fur who'd introduced himself earlier, he thought it was an overreaction as well - as did some in the class, including the silently watching teacher - and why the hell didn't she do anything?!
But even more alarming was the expressions from some of the other creatures in the room, all canines, Mark noted. Their faces said that they didn't think it was an overreaction. Many of their expressions had ranged from silent but obvious approval, all the way to something akin to glee, during the initial threats from the wolf. With the added pressure of the gray fox, they all looked threatening.
Something was very, very wrong here.
"Now, I'm going to assume that your bitterness is either from a hard-earned hangover or some bigotry over the fact that this fellow isn't a canine," he'd continued, "now, I don't usually butt into others' business, especially when it's the business of an intimidating canine... but don't you think it's too early in the school year to be making enemies? Especially for no good reason? I know who you are, Gauge. Most everybody at this school does. This otter would've been tipped off within a couple days to stay away from you, if the hoodie and the attitude weren't enough."
What the hell? Stay away from him? What kind of messed-up place was this, a school where it was MARK'S fault for going near the wrong fur?! He hadn't even said a damn thing to him!
To back up for a second, Mark had known, while on the other side of the country, that species bigotry occurred in greater strides on this side of the nation. Still, though, Mark had been told about greater strides. NOT what was going on before his eyes. As his mind raced through these thoughts and he stared on, truly unsure of his place or what to do in the situation, the hooded wolf spoke again.
"Just gave him some early tutoring. I don't think our little private lesson was any of your business Rocket. Or did you forget the last time you butted in?" He smiled wickedly, displaying a full array of sharpened teeth. Whatever look Mark had seen earlier (and he would determine what look it had been) was gone now, replaced by threatening glares from underneath the edge of his hoodie. He wasn't sure of what incident the wolf was referring to, but he thought he saw the fox tense up out of the corner of his eye - but maybe he just imagined it. The wolf continued, "so you mind leaving, home-dog? I'd hate to have to make another visit."
Then, the situation gained a new level of complexity as a furred dragon with an attractive face and kind smile turned around to them. Mark hadn't even seen him come in and sit down - being a bit preoccupied with, you know, everything currently happening - but he sat two seats in front of Mark now and apparently wanted to get involved, too. As he spoke, he handed Mark back his phone, which Mark accepted shakily.
"Hey, you guys! I really wasn't trying to eavesdrop I swear, but um . . . you know. Here you go. Is... is everything okay, you guys?" Nah, Mark was pretty sure everything was not okay. So was the gray and green wolf, if his expression was any indication, as he nervously flicked his eyes between the different participants, giving what seemed to be pleading looks to the furred dragon.
The hooded white wolf spoke up again - he'd been identified as Gauge, although Mark was certain he'd forget the name like he normally did - and made it abundantly clear he wasn't fooling around. "You're another wolf. You best be on your way wolf. Before I really lose my patience. We'd both hate that now wouldn't we" he spoke in the midst of growls and other threatening motions. At this point, the entire classroom was either watching or pretending to not be watching. Either way, nobody spoke. The dulled noise of the classroom had faded entirely.
So, Mark was in a purely fascinating predicament now. He wanted few things more than he wanted to be out of this situation, to get out of this in any way as quick as otterly possibly. Like any creature, he'd a refined sense of self preservation, a reasonable need to protect his own as much as he could. And the white wolf was making him real scared right now.
Mark wouldn't describe himself as a coward. Truly, he wouldn't. He believed that, given the chance to, he didn't know, run into a burning building to save somebody, or something, he would. Yet this situation before him . . . was something else entirely. Just because he didn't think he was a coward didn't mean that he wanted to get hurt in any fashion, something he was becoming increasingly sure was going to happen. Hence why he wanted to get right out of this situation.
"How about you butt out too. You're all size, no bite. Why don't you go sneeze and light your own ass on fire you cross-bred lizard. You guys better watch each other's backs. A knife handle can suddenly appear in one if you don't. Now leave me be and get the crap away from my space."
Still though, this guy was really pissing him off. In the midst of his confusion, fear, and embarrassment, the blue-cold rush of anger was starting to fill him, threatening to overtake his sense of logic. 'Cross-bred lizard'? Who the hell did this guy think he was? Besides, there was only one of him, right? If Mark let him have a piece of his mind (not a physical piece of anything, mind you, he wasn't nearly that angry), he figured he'd have enough support with the others at his side to avoid anything serious. Right?
Yet he remembered this morning, and how all those around the fox whose foot he'd stepped on had turned to look, had seemed threatening. He remembered how wolves were pack animals, and how vicious packs that fought any who were not of their own were known to form outside of family, how most wolves in, well, lesser living situations - as this one appeared to be - ended up in such situations. He remembered how-
"Oh. And nice boots blender bred. Your boyfriend pick em out?"
Alright, that was it! This little shit wasn't gonna get away with anything more. He was being a downright ass right now. As the wolf went to sit down, Mark clenched and unclenched his fists, gearing himself up mentally for what was about to come. Distantly, he registered somebody, probably the gray and green fox saying something, but this Gauge wasn't about to just get away with all that because he'd bared his teeth and made these little threatening remarks.
"Why don't you just shove it, huh? I don't care how 'threatening' you are, I'm not gonna put up with that shit you just spewed, and neither should they. Leave him," Mark gestured towards the dragon, "alone, you bigot."
Moments later, Mark was suddenly reeling from what had just happened. Quite suddenly, he found himself standing up, fists clenched, body language aggressive, mouth spouting off fighting words. He'd never been an aggressive child, ran a calm life intruded upon by quick moments of mild anger that swiftly burned away because he told them to. Now, however, these rational thoughts took no place in his mind, so supremely pissed was he at the wolf before him. There was so many damn emotions running through his head right now, and yet, the most prevalent was a profound sense of waiting for what was about to happen.
Something was very, very, very wrong here.
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she had about enough. Her mother always taught her to stay out of fights but yuro was annoyed and thought this was extremely stupid. This wolf doesn't know when to keep his mouth shut does he? She gritted her canines and looked up at the wolf and otter. Her eyes glowing a bright blue. An icey cold look struck the wolf and the otter. She stood up from her seat and slammed her paws down on her desk. She knew it was a bad idea but her temper wouldn't let her keep this under wraps. Then she yelled with a growl,"Would you shut up and sit your ass down! We all came her to learn and make friends! Not be retards and act like this is your territory! Now i suggest you keep your shit to yourself and not take it out on others!!" after she said that she knew she was gunna regret this later but right now. She didn't care, she wanted this to be over. Either it's going down the hard or easy way. Everyone in the classroom noticed and looked at her. She batted her tail against the ground. Giving a menacing look at everyone
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This was highly amusing.
Ave wasn't a fan favorite Gauge, and the feeling was mutual. They belonged to separate packs, and Gauge was just a brute. At least Ave was a clever brute. Still though, Ave didn't mind him at the best times and thought he was at least a good representation of physical fitness in their species.
And oh, he loved a good inter-species fight. He loved them because they always ended with one species getting put into its place by the canines. Every time. And served them right, too, for not just staying with their own kind.
As Gauge was putting the otter in his place, a new presence entered the thing. A wolf who Ave distantly knew only as Rocket (and for real, what the hell kinda name was that?) stood up from the desk where he'd sat down and entered the conflict, confronting Gauge. Hell yeah, things were getting worse. In such a small classroom, Ave wouldn't risk yelling "fight", although he sorely wanted to, and hoped that the opportunity to do so wouldn't be missed, should the conflict get to such levels.
Turning his head, he saw that Ms. "Dancing-on-your-lap" (the latest of several uninspired, yet still amusing nicknames) was fully watching and doing nothing. Taking a second to do some observation himself, Ave looked over her body. The way her shoulders connected to her arms and then the whole thing curved down to her hips and everything below that. It was nice. She was a real good-looking woman.
Now, however, his attention was drawn elsewhere, as his sensitive nose suddenly picked up a scent that he did not recognize as belonging to any species he know. Tearing his eyes away from the teacher, he looked towards the doorway to see a . . . well, an abomination coming in. Some kind of dragon-something else half-breed - it was covered in fur.
This, ladies and gentlemen, is what is wrong with our society. Things like this that for real exist. It sat down two rows over from Ave, quickly becoming aware of the fight occurring a few seats behind it. Turning around, it then got involved, saying something in a sickly nice tone. Ave bet it was just pretending to be nice to them in order to get in their pants or some shit.
And suddenly, Ave realized that he wanted to be friends with Gauge - that is, he did when Gauge suddenly told off the dragon-thing, saying everything Ave was thinking. Dang, he'd never before had respect for the guy - but that right there, what he'd said, had been legit.
Then, the otter stood up. He stood up, fists clenched, long neck growing and shrinking as he breathed through his nose, before he spat out at Gauge "Why don't you just shove it, huh? I don't care how 'threatening' you are, I'm not gonna put up with that shit you just spewed, and neither should they. Leave him, alone, you bigot."
With many others in the class, Ave let out an "ooh" at the unexpected outburst. To be fair, he was mildly impressed. Such courage - and stupidity - rarely seemed to exist in the lower species like that. And man, this otter was gonna get his.
Then, right after that: "Would you shut up and seat your ass down! We all came her to learn and make friends! Not be retards and act like this is your territory! Now I suggest you keep your shit to yourself and not take it out on others!!" Ave still "oohed" with the rest of the class as their attention now turned to the Sergie, but it was a little less surprising for him - they were known for their tempers. Ave growled slightly at the both of them - they just didn't know their places, did they? Hand in his pocket, fingering the knife he kept there, Ave smirked slightly, happy that he was going to get such a display on only the first day of school.
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Feeling surprised, scared and uneasy at the same time, as the otter suddenly stood up in the middle of Marcus' sentence and shouted towards the other wolf, he stood up as well, taking a step backwards, turning his head towards Gauge, was it? Yeah, probably. Although, he felt uneasy, he also agreed in what the otter was saying, just wanting this to be over. Why isn't the teacher doing anything?, he thought, taking a glance at her, hoping for her to take action. But she never did.
He turned his attention towards Gauge again, only to hear a sergal yelling at the group, so he turned his head to look at her. How hadn't he seen her come in? Or notice her at all? Such a species and such... good looks, usually drew his attention. He turned to look at the other students, as the "Ooh"'s went along. Ok. This was beginning to be too much. Was this just a joke to everyone? Is this what people found amusing? It almost didn't matter, what side he was on. He may have been a canine, but he almost hated himself, as this was the way canines apparently acted here. But not him. No! He didn't act that way. How can people just be so mean towards each other, just... because? "Ok, this is really starting to get on my nerves!", he spouted out, as a feeling in the back of his head told him to shut it, but he didn't, "I can't believe that this is how a first day can turn out! I can't believe how immature you people are, to just pick on random people here, just for fun!", he yelled, looking straigt at Gauge, as the whole classroom turned their eyes to him. He took a few breathes, starring into Gauges eyes. This may have been a mistake, but he didn't care. Not right now.
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Tempest glanced at her schedule and her stomach dropped. What the hell was Homeroom?? She blushed furiously and grabbed her bag. Apologizing to the teacher, he nodded and said. "I thought something was up, didn't see you on my roster for this class, see you next block." She nodded and quickly ran to room-she looked at her paper. Room 1138. She cussed under her breath and stopped next to a room full of yelling and "ooh!"'s . Looking at the class number she nodded. "Guess this is it." She slowly walked in, and quietly apologized to the teacher as she watched the fight. She nodded and told Tempest to find a seat. She spotted one in front of a big Sergal. Her ears perked up. "What'd I miss?" She asked the annoyed looking Pink Sergal in a soft voice.
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Yuro was suprised at the green and gray wolf between the otter and the white wolf. Her ears perked up slightly and gave an approving smile torwards him. Then noticed a small red panda sit in front of her, noticing she was giving a mean look. Her cheeks blushed in slight embarrassment and sighed in annoyance. " this wolf in the front won't stop trying to pick fight with the others. I feel bad for the otter and others.. This should of been a normal morning.." she says as she crosses her arms and looks ahead at the group. "i guess not all wolves are pricks..."she looks to the side, her eyes filled with anger and glowing still.
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She giggled softly and nodded. "You'd be surprised." She swished her body length tail and held her paw out to the sergal. "I'm Tempest." She smiled and blushed slightly, hoping to make a new friend by the first day. She cast a sideways glance at the group as they seemed to quiet down and act a bit more civil. Her eyes fell to the one in the black hoodie, curiousity quickly peaked in her and she looked him over. She smiled to herself and told herself she'd definitely have to talk with him at least a couple times.
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His eyes still focused at Gauge, he senced some movement in the corner of it, from where the sergal was sitting. He quickly glanced over at her, to see her looking back at him, smiling a bit. Was that a nod?... Probably, he thought, as he turned his look to Gauge again. Man, he really needed to sit down. He hadn't realized, that he felt really weak in his knees, after his shouting. Slightly looking down at them, he noticed them shaking a little bit. Oh no..., he thought, as this sign of weakness would definitely be seen by Gauge and all the other students in the classroom. He desperately tried to hold them still, but only to little effect. He may have had a kinda small figure, but any signs of further weakness was not good.
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She looked over to her and and blushed shyly. She couldn't focus too much on her. She had to keep her guard up since wolves can do sudden attacks out of the blue. She held out her paw and shook hers gently,"i'm... Yuro.." she says with a soft tone to her voice. Tempest, huh? An interesting name. For her looks and size, she'd expect something cuter. I wonder why thats her name..
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The altercation became noticeable very, very quickly. Samantha - regrettable as it might be - actually debated with herself about whether or not to get involved. On the one hand, she was fairly certain this would die down and the affair, regardless of her interference or lack thereof, would be settled after school, which truly was out of her control. On the other hand, depending on Cox's mood, she could get in real trouble for not doing anything about it. It was an absurd contradiction, she mused, that a dog like him would possibly give her grief for not doing anything in this situation when he was the actual administrator of this school and did little about most of the altercations.
The fight, though, was actually starting to get worse. Now, there were 3 furs involved. The third - Rocket, as he called himself - had gotten up from his desk and was defending the otter who'd gotten trouble in the first place. He challenged Gauge and earned from Gauge some nasty remarks about an incident a few years back. That fight had involved an execution of her "little changes" policy. Rocket had gotten involved in some business of Gauge's and his pack's and himself been very seriously injured. Now, the policy at Pellicius High School regarding packs and pack violence was to just stay as far, far away from it as possible. Furthermore, they were supposed to remove any forces - student, faculty, or otherwise - that would incite or cause further pack violence. It was a simple-minded, crude solution to a massive problem, but one that admittedly kept such violence largely away from the school. Just ignore it and stay as far away from anything connected to it as possible.
Samantha had witnessed the fight between Gauge's pack and Rocket from afar. As soon as it was over, she'd gone home and crafted up as many teaching-related crises as she could think of, which she then executed the next day. All were time-consuming, bureaucratic, and meant to completely and totally distract Cox away from as much else as possible that day. And it'd worked. See, she'd known that, had he heard of the fight, Rocket could have very well been expelled for providing a potential source of pack-initiated violence in the future. He'd have been deemed a troublemaker who didn't know what to stay away from, a future wellspring of further pack violence because he didn't know better for himself - and in the end, he'd have been expelled. But Cox was so distracted that day from Sam's efforts, he'd heard little about the fight, and nobody was expelled. She didn't want recognition or special attention from him, but it was nice to see him back at the school, to know she'd played a part in his future that he'd never realized.
Of course, now, he was getting involved in things yet again. But Gauge . . . she honestly wasn't sure how he'd react. Things like this generally didn't happen in the middle of a class block, and so teachers generally didn't have to worry about involvement. They'd happen in the lobby before or after school, maybe at lunch or at an extra-curricular, sure, but not in class. As such, he was generally a student who the faculty didn't have much interaction with - he slept, and they let him sleep. But there was something about him . . . his exterior was hard, but Samantha thought she saw herself in it. Growing up to a single Mom who was rarely present because she worked so much, Samantha as a little wolf had needed to solve many of her problems by herself. It had been a rough home life in a rough neighborhood. Samantha knew he was intelligent, for during those class lectures that he remained awake for, he was never confused, his eyes never spoke of a lack of understanding. She'd only had him for class once before, but when they were discussing vague tenets of Philosophy that semester, he'd never looked confused where much of the rest of the class looked lost. So she wondered if he had the same childhood she had - rough, strained relationship with parents, little support. But then again, he could just be what he appeared to be. She really didn't know. She'd never seen anything solid in him to indicate that his hard, jerk exterior was any different from his interior.
And now, a fourth student, a furred dragon who'd walked into the class only moments earlier, tried to get involved via the "kill them with kindness" route of things. The situation was rapidly getting out of hand. But this caused Samantha a new dilemma - if the situation got physical, she couldn't get involved. By school policy, she wasn't allowed to break up physical altercations. But if she didn't get involved now-
"Why don't you just shove it, huh? I don't care how 'threatening' you are, I'm not gonna put up with that shit you just spewed, and neither should they. Leave him alone, you bigot."
Whoa. The otter, a new student with whom Samantha was not familiar, had just seriously challenged Gauge. She'd been so lost in her thoughts, she'd barely even heard what had infuriated him so, although she was pretty sure it was some speciesist slur coming from Gauge - a certainly common occurrence. And then, to make matters even more surprising, two others stood with him and shouted at Gauge - a Sergal who'd come in earlier and kept her head down, and a green and gray wolf who'd been standing near the otter during the entire fight thus far. All stood, aggressively looking at Gauge, the otter and the Sergal particularly so. Other students in the class looked on, "oohed" at the insults, generally made the situation worse. As a red panda walked in and began talking to the Sergal, Samantha wondered yet again if she should get involved.
. . . what the hell was wrong with her? Of course she should get involved! This was clearly going direction of a fight, and to hell with getting in trouble, these students were going to get hurt. Standing up, she stepped into the middle of them, fangs fared, staring them all down.
"That is enough! Gauge, you sit back down and shut your mouth, or so help me I'll-" the threat was ever so empty. She could get in serious trouble for threatening a student. But she could do so with tact. "-I'll make certain that jaw of your stays closed. Got it? As for the rest of you, sit down and talk amongst yourselves. This is the first day of school, and I'll not have this kind of activity today, or on any other day in my class. Do I make myself abundantly clear?"
She was surprised at herself, but it felt good to be like this. To do something. Even if it might get her in trouble, she didn't care. She was doing something.
And right then, the morning announcements came on to back up her having the last word. Things couldn't have gone . . . well, they could have gone better. But this was pretty good.
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Marcus' ears twitched, as he heard footsteps coming from the front of the class. He turned his head towards the sound, seeing the teacher, finally, taking some action to stop this. He took a step backwards, as she stepped in between them, slightly wincing at her shouting, turning his body a bit away. He gave a slight nod, starting to tilt his head downwards, but tilting it up again. He wouldn't want to look ashamed, would he? He didn't wanna look weak. Feeling a bit... embarrassed, as he thought about his involvement by shouting, he turned his eyes to the others in the group, making sure they were ok... or at least seemed to be ok. He slowly made his way back to his chair, right behind the sergal from before, giving a slight sigh of relief, tilting his head slightly backwards, closing his eyes for a few seconds. It was nice to finally sit down. After an event like this, it was something he needed. He gave a quick glance over at Gauge one more time, before pulling up his phone, looking down at the screen, browsing through his apps.
Although, his eyes were focused on the screen, his ears was still up to pick up any sound or conversation. This was... a thing he just did. He couldn't help it. Eavesdropping was one of the main things he got bullied, pinned up against walls, or in some cases, beat up for. It was a habit he wanted to get rid of, but... old habits die hard.
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She was... Surprized. The teacher actually took action. Her eyes widened and stopped glowing all at once. She sighed in relief. Happy that this might be over. Running her claws through the long fur on her head while sitting back down. She pulled her hood over her eyes and drowned out all the noise surrounding her. Wanting to forget what just happen and sink into her own mind till' next class. Forgetting that there was people around her
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Tempest smiled and watched the teacher break it up. Her tail flicking back and forth slightly, she looked around the room, taking note of the people around her and who seemed interesting. Gauge was definitely one, the dragon too, and she had already spoke with the Sergal. She played with the pentacle pendant on her necklace and kept looking at Gauge. Something about him really intrigued her. She knew no one could really be that harsh for no reason. Her big ears flicked towards the otter and she chattered softly to herself as she thought.
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His ears picked up what they said. Why? He had danger signs all over him. "Stay away. Future inmate." might as well be painted on his jacket. But they had crossed the line. Theyd have to pay. He picked up his own phone and texted sam. "Meet me after school. Some furs just tore it." a reply shot back right away. "Ill be there. No going iff the edge Gauge." he then sat up slowly. Why? Why was this how it had to be. Because pack came first. Speceis came second and the rest was meat to eat. That was why. "You guys better have good health plans." he growled. "And you two." he pointed at the wolf and otter. Those remarks just cost you each a broken arm. But feel free to run up the tab. Ive got nothing but time and I plan to collect today." he let that sink in as he went back to sleep. The threat was made and hed deliver. Whatever else they said didnt matter.
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He turned his look towards Gauge, as he began growling to them. Ok... that last comment directed at Marcus and the otter seriously scared him. He took a deep breath, turning to face his table again, leaning over it, closing his eyes. How on earth, did I get myself into this?..., he thought, feeling like banging his head against the table, but didn't do it. It just all went so fast. The moving. The morning. The arrival to the school. The search for the classroom. And then this? He gave a slight bump to the table with his head, feeling like the unluckiest person in the world. There'll probably be packs waiting for us at the end of the day, he thought, as he pictured the whole yard, full of canines. He quickly brushed away the thought... or at least tried to. This was gonna be a wild school year... if he survived today.
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Then the second after the announcements were done. The clock hit 8:00. She twitched her ears and looked up. Noticing it was time to go. She had a bad feeling when she stood up but decided to push it aside for later. She sniffed the air and picked up her bag. She exited the room quickly .Heading towards to her next class, math. She wasn't really excited for it but she liked it. Finally this crap was over for now. She never understood wolves except knowing that they were territorial. They would always get into fights over the slightest of things. Well she only knew them for doing only that. She never caught any of those furrs names, except for the red panda.Yuto looked at the room numbers as she passed by. Looking for the right class.
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Tempest grabbed her bag and looked though the furs for Gauge. Spotting him, she made her way over to him and smiled as she introduced herself. "Hi, I'm Tempest" she curled her tail around her so others wouldn't step on it. "You're Gauge, right?" She perked her ears up and looked up at him, adjusting her bag on her shoulder. "What class do you have next, if you don't mind my asking." Her dark red eyes searching for his, hoping she wasn't being too talkative.
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Kamren's maw fell agape when he was met with the hooded wolf's response. He sat there motionless, just staring back for at least a good few silent seconds. His eyes darted from the white wolf to the grey and green canine standing next to his desk. Then to the fox. And then the otter. The dragon's expression only conveyed something like, 'Did he really just say that to me? "Cross-bred lizard?"' The young dragon was completely at a loss for words. What was this dude's problem, anyway? All he had been trying to do was be open and friendly to attempt to diffuse an escalating situation. If anything, he'd only made it worse. Kamren looked back up to the gray and green canine, sighing. The boy spoke with what sounded like a slight, European accent. He seemed like a nice kid, offering his sympathy like that. "Don't worry, I'm okay," the dragon mouthed to him.
Kamren slumped back into his seat, just ready to cease and desist from the whole thing. Fine. The white wolf, the asshole, had gotten to have a go at him. Fair enough. He'd walked right into that one. But Kamren wasn't about to entertain him any further. And it seemed like the wolf was heading to another seat, anyway. So giving a sigh, Kamren tried to turn his attention back to his desk, his notebook, his reason for being in this classroom in the first place.
Not a great start for a first day.
His ears were met with another piercing, hurtful remark. Ouch. That really hurt. Refusing to even look at the offender, Kamren clenched his fists, ears flattening ever so slightly. He huffed through his nostrils, a slight wisp of smoke escaping them. It generally only happened when he was agitated (which wasn't very often at all). But boy was this wolf starting to get under his skin. Briefly he looked down at the boots which had been the subject of Gauge's jab. His lips quivered. Making fun of my boots... Calling me 'blender bred.' 'Cross-bred lizard.' Honestly, he was just wishing that class would begin already and he could get on with his day.
Kamren had no intention of responding to the wolf. If it were up to him, he'd have just left it at that, let the wolf have his little laugh. He had no intention of giving the jerk anything more.
Then things just kept getting worse from there. There was the familiar shriek on the floor from a sliding chair as the otter stood up and started yelling. Defending him? Kamren remained in his seat, looking up at the otter with slight dismay. Oh God no, please don't make a scene... he willed.
And a scene there was. The teacher hadn't said a word. Was this sort of behavior normal here?
The otter was yelling. Then a pink sergal had stood up and started yelling at the wolf as well. Followed by the European canine. Granted, all were in good heart, but between all the yelling, all the "oohs" of the classroom chanting along... This was exactly the sort of thing Kamren had not wanted to be a part of on his first day. Should have just kept to myself, he berated himself.
Then finally, Kamren heard the angry, ear-splitting screech of the teacher yelling, coming to the middle of the room. It's about time she does something, the dragon thought. According to his class schedule, her name had to be Ms. Dancyon; she was a tall, elegant, silver-colored wolf. She was definitely one of the prettiest teachers Kamren had ever had during his high school career.
Kamren sighed and heard himself whisper the words "Thank you," under his breath. Some order. He heard several students chit-chatting amongst themselves, likely gossiping about the incident. The hooded wolf was still mouthing threats at the otter and canine behind him. Then as if on cue, there was a chime over the classroom's loudspeaker, followed by the morning announcements. "Good morning students and faculty! And welcome back. . ."
Kamren remained silent, eyes closed, breathing deeply, just listening. Focusing on the voice over the speaker. Anything was better than dealing with the incursion just a minute ago.
". . . and let's make this a great 2015-2016 school year!" *CHIME*
He hoped so. Damn, he really did.
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The little panda was talking to him. HIM. Why? Why? Why? Wbat did he have to do? Kill someone and bathe in thier blood? But she was a female. Packs frowned upon male on female violence. Didnt like it at all. So he could finally get away with bring at least non aggressive and his rep wouldnt take a hit. But she wasnt a wolf. Or canine for that matter. He sighed inwardly. She was so cute though..maybe he didnt have to be mean..maybe.. Listen to yourself. Your dad and brother would dismember you if you even talked to her. But after all that had happened..what the hell. "Hey...um.." he was kind if at a loss of what to say. So he went with his go to.."look you should probably stay away from me. Id hate to accedently step on you or whatever.." he said scrtaching the back of his head akwardly.
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She sighed in frustration, looking for the correct room. Keeping her tail up and close to her. She pouted and wanted to ask others where math class was but was too shy to do it. She groaned and kept walking. Folding her ears back as red filled her cheek and frowned. She pushed through some of the crowd, frustrated. Please, can i just find it already? It must be close!
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Turning on one heel away from the altercation, Samantha walked to her desk and sat down - moments later, she heard Gauge whisper something underneath his breath. That little . . . what had she just said? Had she been unclear in any sense of the word? Still, though, she remained quiet, for she was coming down from the high of her outburst, from the satisfaction of finally DOING something and actually starting to think of the possible ramifications of her actions. To be clear, she didn't truly think she'd get in trouble. It was unlikely that the Principal or any others would actually hear about what she'd done and said - which was pretty mild in of itself. Still, though, there was always the possibility that word would get around and Cox, his exalted inconsistency, would get on her for it.
She reminded herself silently to calm down. Working herself up right now with worry would help nothing. Turning her attention to the task at hand, she gathered up her papers and looked yet again over her lesson plan for her first block, English. Oh, right. Syllabus, class rules, and introductory lesson. Just like every other block.
As the morning announcements continued to march on somewhere in the back of her hearing, Samantha yet again surveyed her classroom. Her initial pride at what she'd done - getting into things before they got out of control - had now faded to be replaced by shame. Complete and utter shame. She'd handled that horridly. She should have stepped in the moment things were obviously getting heated. Why hadn't she? Because she was a bitter coward. A dumb, bitter coward. Would she do differently next time?
She didn't particularly want to think about that.
At least the class had calmed down now, students going back to what they had been doing, their short attention spans easily forgetting what had just gone down. You know, Gauge shouldn't be able to just get away with that. He'd almost started very serious stuff, disobeyed her . . . besides, maybe she could help . . . she could at least talk to him once homeroom ended.
Turning to look for him in the room, she saw that he was not laying his head down on the desk again. He was not checking his phone, he was not scowling at those around him. No, instead, he was talking to another student. ACTUALLY talking to them, not taunting them, or BS-ing with another canine. No, rather, she was a red panda Samantha had never before seen, and they were actually talking.
Turning away into her desk, Samantha didn't smile (he was still an insufferable bigot), but she felt something happy inside for him. He wasn't acting towards this red panda like he did normally towards everybody else, which, Samantha thought, confirmed her very suspicions about him and his nature. At least slightly - there was something different on the inside than on the outside. Which meant his life may be similar to hers - which was more than enough reason for her to forget telling him to stay behind once homeroom ended. She'd kept to herself far, far too much in High School, and hadn't had people approach her and be nice to her much. No way was she about to interrupt this.
As the morning announcements ended, Samantha finished taking attendance using the creature descriptions on the attendance sheet and prepared herself for the day to come - by God, she hoped it was better later today than it had already been.
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She giggled and shook her head at his last reply. "Hehehe! Don't worry, it won't hurt me, I'm pretty resilient." She smirked and looked him over. "What class do you have next? Are you in any arts?" Her hand mindlessly found its way back to her Wiccan pendant, playing with it. Noticing the classroom was clearing out, she slowly started walking towards the door, waiting for him to follow. She noted that he was hesitant and somewhat shy towards her, and that meant he wasn't as cold hearted as he put on to be. Probably a pack thing. She wondered how soft he really was on the inside and how good she could get to know him.
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"Yeah arts. I think we have the same. Lead the way." he said slowly. "Hey Gauge nice job in there homie. Those lower than little uppity snots messed with the wrong wolf. You gettin sam and them out here right hahaha last time that happened a couple of bagers ended up in the hospital. Burst eardrums and a concussion apiece eh? Haha savage homie savage." the tattooed wolf fist bumped Gauge who returned it with a wicked grin. "Hell yeah. Um hey man im headen to class stay good homie." the wolf continued laughing as he left. Guages grin evaporated and he noticed the panda was looking at him. "What?" he said scowling slightly. "Comon lets get you to the arts or whatever." he looked back at samantha before flipping her the bird and mouthed "bitch." and skipped out before she could do anything.
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As the situation escalated, Rocket gradually became disinterested, finding that he had no further motivation to be involved in the situation. Seizing his first opportunity to do so, he slipped away, strode back to his desk, and sat down.
He grabbed his phone from his pocket, quickly shooting a text to his older brother, who still lived within a reasonable distance; he asked him to take his motorcycle and ride it back home for him. No way was some pack predator going to scratch some jagged letters on his bike with their brute claws. It was a lovely day for a walk, anyway.
Rocket resumed reading the short story which he had previously been absorbed in, his ears nevertheless picking up on the progression of the conflict. He was one to stay out of conflict when it could be avoided, but he was also exceptionally nosy and couldn't see himself missing out on relevant information.
He caught bits and pieces of the cacophony, smirking as yet another non-canine got involved. A dragon? How exotic? I hope he still has all of his fur by the end of the year. Briefly, he peeked over the book. A knife would not do kindly to a coat like that. Yet something about the dragon's voice piqued his curiosity. Such a kind, optimistic voice in spite of the situation. Part of him felt as though the reptile... mammal thing didn't deserve that kind of abuse, especially when sexuality became involved. I mean, did the wolf really need to do more to prove how bigoted he is? Regardless, Rocket was hardly surprised. After all, he expected the worst of wolves. With all of that testosterone coursing through their veins and a constant competition of masculinity and dominance taking precedence over developing interpersonal skills, who could blame them?
Just then, he noticed that he was nearly the last student in the room. He sighed and, leaning back into his chair, slid his paw into his left pocket, gripping the handle of his most recent self-defense investment. It wasn't enough the fend off an entire pack of wolves--he wasn't that naiive--but it would get him out of a pinch if that hair-triggered Gauge decided to blame him for part of that whole fiasco.
He proceeded to stuff his book into his bag and push the bridge of his glasses back up onto his face, swinging his bag behind him and making his way out of the classroom. Those damn fools... he thought. Do they realize how little reason a wolf pack needs to rip your throat out. Lingering at the exit , he was intent to stop either the dragon, the otter, or both as they exited. He hoped that he could give them a little peace of mind on their first day. He hoped.
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She laid her ears back a bit at the tattooed wolf's "praise" to Gauge. "Why'd you do that?" She asked softly. "What'd the Badgers do?" She walked beside him and looked up at him again. She bet that if him and her were alone he would act a whole lot different. She bit her lip as she thought of where they could go, knowing a guy like him could skip a class with no objections. She knew she could just tell her choir teacher that she had to go to the office for something. She looked down for a second before perking up with a bright smile. "Hey, wanna skip class? It's the first day so the teachers won't be doing any real teaching anyway. Let's go to the roof, I bet I can find a way." She grinned mischievously at him. "Whaddaya say? Care to join me?" She swished her tail and giggled softly as they stood in the almost bare hallway, a group of cats hanging out by the bathroom and a couple birds walked past them. They were alone.
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She looked around and headed to the floor. Sprinting rather fast. She huffed and looked around. The halls starting to clear out. How confusing is this school? She was hoping for someone to help her out. She was starting to give up. She couldn't skip class otherwise her mother would scold her. Her mom always have her eyes close but when they're open. Those red menacing glowing eyes peirce you. Making you stand your place and tremble in fear. She thought about that shivered. She stood there and says quietly,"can someone actually help...?'
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"That is enough! Gauge, you sit back down and shut your mouth, or so help me I'll make certain that jaw of your stays closed. Got it? As for the rest of you, sit down and talk amongst yourselves. This is the first day of school, and I'll not have this kind of activity today, or on any other day in my class. Do I make myself abundantly clear?"
The anger behind his eyes melting away instantly to be replaced by embarrassment, Mark murmured an apology to the suddenly very involved teacher before he sat down at his desk. His cheeks burned. He never had outbursts like that, he prided himself on being a calm and rational person who was rarely ever prone to anger. Why had that wolf gotten so under his skin? He probably didn't know.
Either way, Mark very suddenly found that his desk surface became the most interesting thing in the room, oh-so fascinating. How he loved to stare at it. And not make eye contact with anybody else. He was distantly aware of the teacher having sat back down at her desk, at the others in the classroom going back to their spots. And then: "You guys better have good health plans. And you two. Those remarks just cost you each a broken arm. But feel free to run up the tab. I've got nothing but time and I plan to collect today."
Mark avoided letting his fear show outwardly, but inside, he shuddered. He could vaguely remember other first days in different towns, when he'd made new acquaintances and met those who would later become his best friends. Goodness, how much things could change.
But seriously, he was terrified out of his right mind. And why shouldn't he be? This student had just threatened to do him serious harm. Like, real bad stuff. Put him in the hospital kind of stuff. He glanced once at the wolf from earlier - who was nonchalantly reading - then at the gray fox, who didn't look fantastic either, at the sergal, who was distracted by a red panda, and finally at the dragon, whose closed eyes and lowered head said that he was the worst off from the almost fight. None of them even made eye contact with him. Were they mad at him? It had started as a result of him, after all . . .
It was here that the rational part of Mark's mind spoke up, calling out to him urgently as if it had just awoken from a nap and realized that it had missed part of a conversation in the next room. It was in fact more likely, given his experience with guys like Gauge in the past, that he was "all web and no paw" (as his Dad liked to say). It was more likely that the guy was making empty threats meant to inspire this exact kind of fear that Mark was feeling now, meant to gain this guy power over Mark. Hell, he could probably smell or sense his fear and was getting some messed-up satisfaction from it. And of course they weren't mad, Mark had done nothing wrong.
Straightening up, Mark pulled back out his phone, sitting farther away now from Gauge, before he realized that the morning announcements were up and running - so he listened in.
Pulled pork and beans for lunch today.
Tryouts for fall track would be in a week, and the next day would be tryouts for soccer, lacrosse, football, and field hockey.
Textbooks would be distributed on Wednesday.
And the day would be filled with sunshine and rainbows. Go learn some stuff, kiddies.
Mark didn't pride himself on his dumb inner commentary on the morning announcements, but he let himself feel satisfaction at the fact that he still had an intact sense of humor. At the chime of the bell, Mark looked around as the other students all filed out. On the board, Ms. Dancyon had written "1st Block English will be in the Library", and sure enough, Mark verified that's what he had as he checked his schedule again. Getting up to leave, he was too embarrassed to try to connect with any of those who had come to his aid earlier, or even to raise his head, instead keeping it down as he gloomily walked out of the classroom with his backpack slung over one shoulder, hands in his pockets.
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"Yeah. Why not, they never mark me absent probably just glad im not there." Gauge said roughly. He noticed they were alone and it was like a weight was taken from his shoulders. They went from up rigjt right to an almost tired sag. "And to answer your question they were different. Reason enough for me and alot of others around here." he said shortly motioning her to follow him. He made it to the roof stairwell easily. He went up there often enough. Why was he being nice? He couldnt say and just filed that question into the many others hed drink away when he got home. Assuming dad didnt find his stash. His face was a mask if indifference. A mask he often wore almost like his true emotion but a mask none the less. It was the closest he got to showing any real feeling. None at all.
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She followed him. "Well, I'm different too. I mean, I think my family is the only Red Panda family here," she paused and narrowed her eyes as she climbed the stairs. "Is it because I'm female?" She giggled and looked up at him. That couldn't be it, but maybe his pack had some respect. She smiled at the feeling of the sun on her face, turning and breathing in the crisp air. Today sure was a blessed day, she was definitely meditating after school. Her after school plans made her wonder what his were. She turned to him and took a step closer to him, the sun caught in her eyes made them seem brighter as she looked up into his eyes. "I don't mean to be so talkative, but damn it you're so interesting. I'm going to be straight forward with you, you are fairly attractive. More so when you drop that whole "I'm badass because I'm in a pack" act," she stepped closer and smiled. "I'd really like to get to know you better, have any plans later?" She blushed slightly and looked at her feet for a second before her eyes returned back to his. She had probably been too pushy with him, but she thought being straight forward was important.
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she sighed as she knew she was too invisible to be noticed. She headed back down and headed outside.She sat on the in the grass away from the windows of the school so she Wouldn't be caught. She fixed her skirt before she sat down against the wall. She needed to calm herself before she went anywhere else. Ignore what happened, ignore everything. She looked up at the clear blue sky. Her eyes gleaming, her fur shining and rustling in the soft breeze. Concentrating on the noise of the branches of trees moving. Birds chirping. But why did a fight happen? Why did she get envolved? She hated her sergal temper.. All she wants is a friend... She's not even sure the panda was a friend. She pulled her knees to her chest and started crying. Why did i move here? I dont get this.. Planet...
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"Plans? I..no..not really." he was taken aback. He was 100 percent delinquent and thug. Was she serious. His afterschool plans were to break a couple of guys bones because they were different.. But he found himself saying words and didnt realize what he was saying. "You wanna do something? I have an extra helmet for my bike..i mean i guess.." what did he just say? Did he just say that. But she seemed nice..like she cared..shut up. Your being stupid. The pack has protected you all these years. Made you strong... And isolated.. Respected...and hated.. Feared..and shunned.. He shook the thoughts out of his head and dug into his pocket for his smokes. He lit one and exhaled deeply letti g the thoughts get swept away like smoke on the breeze. Hed figure it out..just enjoy the moment not having to be ready to fight for your life.
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Her ears perked up at him and she smiled wide. "Sure! That sounds awesome." Her tail moved side to side and she shyly looked away. Her ears flicked at the sound of the lighter and she turned to him. "Where would we go?" Watching the smoke get blown away, she asked him in a quieter voice, she was all smiley and her cheeks had started to hurt. He was opening up to her and she didn't know what else to do than to smile. She bit her lip and wandered to the edge of the roof, peeking over and deciding the tree below would catch her if she fell. The sun was starting to warm her clothes more and more until her black and red plaid flannel was too hot, she huffed and took it off, setting it aside, leaving her in a faded dark grey tank top and her red jeans. She sat on the edge and stretched her arms.
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"I..i dunno. I dont really hangout that much unless its with the pack. We usually go to pack friendly bars or sams house. Not really nice places. But thier fun if your..." he struggled with the next word. Different? Not where he was from. Bad? He didnt think of himself as bad. Though many might think differently. In the pack? He didnt really want to discuss that anymore than he had to. His brothers were going to kill him as it was no need to get here all curious and involved, they might not hurt her but they werent above scaring her. He finally just decided to leave it and let the sentense hang akwardly. "Um where do you like to go?" he asked finally after a pause that seemed to strech for infinity. This was ro surreal. He was as close to a criminal as you could get with out being locked up and he was going to hurt some innocent kids today. Shed see he was terrible and be on her way and things would be back to normal. Best talk and enjoy the company while he could.
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She shrugged and smiled, scratching behind her ear for a second as she stood up, walking along the edge of the building with her arms out. "I'm not sure, I'll let you decide though." She chattered softly and looked over at him, flashing him a smile. "So tell me about your pack, if that's not too personal, I'm just curious." Her tail dragged along behind her, she turned around and began walking the other way, glancing at the..2-3 story drop? She shook her head and focused on walking instead of falling. "I don't think I should be doing this.." She softly said as she felt the autumn breeze gently push her small body towards the ground. She stopped walking and shakily took a deep breath.
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As he saw, it was time to leave, Marcus got up from his seat with a little sigh. Grabbing his bag, throwing it over his shoulder, he took a last glance over at Gauge... talking? Really. Talking to someone. Feeling a little odd about the situation, he decided he just needed to leave. As he had always been following rules, attended classes and such, he really felt the need to go to class. Was it English? He didn't really remember. The former situation had messed with his mind. He needed fresh air. Looking for the exit, he finally found it. Opening the doors, he felt a slight breeze hit his face, so he closed his eyes, inhailing deeply. He took a few steps outside, looking from left to right, stretching out a bit. Was that... the sergal from before? And was she crying? Honestly, from where Marcus was standing, it was a little hard to tell. But she definitely looked upset. Having made up his mind, he slowly began to approach her. As he had reached her, standing right beside her, he felt the need to say something... but what? As he couldn't come up with anything, he simply sat down beside her, sitting quietly for a few seconds, starring into the air. "You, uhh... you ok?", he then asked, looking slightly towards her.
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She blushed red and held back her tears. Noticing the wolf from before. Hm? Here? Why? Oh no, he's seen me cry! What do i do now?! Sergals aren't supposed to show weakness! Especially in front of a guy. Kinda cute too.."O-oh! U-um... !" she couldn't find the words to say anything. She was too embarrassed. Her shining blue eyes gleamed more from her tears. She looked away after. She knew this wolf had somewhat of a good heart.But still had the assumption that he might backstab her like the other wolves. She wasn't sure. She sniffed and curled her tail around her
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"Yeah maybe you shouldnt ask about the pack. And maybe you should get to more level ground." he said shortly scooping het up in his arms before the breeze made her fall. He carried her to the flat part of the roof and set her down. Ugh what was this a romance novel. hey pretty lady, let me hold you tight to my chest against the big bad breeze. Later you can lick wine off my six pack. He groaned inwardly. She was already curious about the pack. And he could already tell she would pester him into submission until he told her more. But he had to at least put up some resistance.
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"Yeah maybe you shouldnt ask about the pack. And maybe you should get to more level ground." he said shortly scooping het up in his arms before the breeze made her fall. He carried her to the flat part of the roof and set her down. Ugh what was this a romance novel. hey pretty lady, let me hold you tight to my chest against the big bad breeze. Later you can lick wine off my six pack. He groaned inwardly. She was already curious about the pack. And he could already tell she would pester him into submission until he told her more. But he had to at least put up some resistance.
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As he was about to put a paw on her shoulder, she suddenly turned away. Oh man, did I make her more upset?, he thought, pulling his paw to himself again. Making her more sad was definitely not his intention. Maybe he shouldn't touch her right now, anyways. They had just met, after all. But there was just something about her... was it her way of acting? Her sadness... or the fact that she was so cute? He couldn't really put a finger on it, but he really wanted to try to at least make her feel better. "I, uhh... I know you might have a negative image of me... I have heard about the situation about canines here...", he started out, looking into the air, before turning his eyes to her, making sure, she was listening, "And quite frankly... I almost hate myself too...". Was that too personal to say? He didn't really know. But now he had begun, so why not just continue? "One thing, I want you to know, though... I'm not like the others... I'm not like Gauge", he then finished, looking straight forward again. She seemed like a nice girl. Really nice, in fact. He didn't wanna come off as too pushy. Not too "Hey, you can trust me, so tell me all of your secrets"-like. But he wanted to get to know her better. Maybe, just maybe, he could make a friend on his first day.
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She turned her head towards him slightly. Never heard a wolf say that.. Usually they're so proud of themselves.. Think that they're above all else.. Maybe i could trust him, just.. Maybe.. There was a pause as she examined him. Then she looked down and back at him. Maybe i could let my guard down for once.. Her shoulder dropped slowly and she quietly says,"w-what's your name..?" she sniffed and wiped her eyes from her tears. Maybe this wasn't such a bad morning afterall.
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Feeling quite awkward after what he had said to her, he looked slightly down at the ground in front of him, softly biting his lips. When he decided to break out of his shell, he had never imagined it being with a girl. Oh well. Now he had begun, so why not just roll with it. His ears twitched towards her, as he heard her speak. He turned his head towards her, feeling a bit weird, since felt like he turned it a little too fast, to see her looking at him as well. "My name... it's Marcus... but you can just call me Marc, if you prefer", he answered, trying to smile supportingly, but still felt awkward about it. He felt sorry for her, since she seemed so sad. Well, maybe he could make her feel better. Just maybe. "What's yours...?", he then asked a little quietly.
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She smiled softly as she looked at him. I can tell he's very considerate, heheh.. She looked foreward at the yard of the school. Seeing the plains of grass and lines of streets in the distance. "Marcus huh?" She looked back him with the corner of her eye. "i'm Yuro, Marcus. It's nice to meet you" she says gently as sets her legs down. Relaxing a bit, seeing that he wasn't such a bad guy.
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She blushed deeply, finding her face in his chest as he picked her up. What? WHAT?? This wasn't happening. Her eyes widened and she sat down on the roof as he put her down. "O-ok, sorry." She blushed more and looked down, she realized she was in her tank top and looked around for her shirt. She found it a few feet away and used her tail to drag it over to her. "Can I ask why I shouldn't ask about it?" She looked up at him and put her shirt on, wondering if she was getting him to open up more and more or if her question made him close back up again. She smoothed her flannel and wiped some dirt off of it. "Thank you for getting me down from there.." She blushed and looked up at him again.
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"Dont worry about it. And no. I cant even really tell you that either. Just dont get too curious alright. Im not the best fur to get mixed up with alright?" he growled slightly annoyed.ok thst was a little harsh. Granted it was soft compared to how he usually was but he was still processing what on earth was happening. He had..a girlfriend? A friend period? A non canine friend and that had a massive array of consequences. He needed a drink. Hed settle for another cigerette. He lit it moodily with a slight apologetic sigh
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Feeling a little more comfortable at her smile, Marcus smiled back to her in a less awkward manner. "Yuro?... thet's a nice name", he said, looking forward before turning to her again, "It's nice to meet you too", he added, leaning up against the wall, as he got the feeling she felt a little more comfortable too. So, what now?... should we shake paws, or?..., he thought, as he realized, he had no idea on what to do next. He sat for a minute or two, just starring at a tree in the yard, watching some squirrels run around in it. "So... you new here too?", he asked, looking slightly over at Yuro. What kind of a question was that?, he thought, feeling a tat bit awkward again. He'd never had it easy speaking with people. Especially speaking with girls. But this? This was the best he could come up with? He sat there, trying not to stare too much at her, as he waited for the answer.
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She nodded and looked down. "Alright, I won't ask anymore. But I like you, and I don't think I'll want to stay away, it seems like you haven't really had a friend in a while hm? Other than the ones in your pack." She nudged his leg with her shoulder and giggled. "I should probably get to class for the last few minutes though, so my teacher won't be entirely mad at me." She smirked and side hugged his hip awkwardly as she was face to face with his lower stomach and hugging him dead on wasn't a good move because of that. "See you later, if not, I'll just meet you in front of the school after school." She flashed him a smile and opened the stairwell door and let it close behind her.
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She patted her tail on the ground a bit, happy that she might actually make a friend. Even if it wasn't her most favorite species. Her mother always told her that old phrase,"don't judge a book by it's cover" but yuro was kinda bad at that. Which is i guess part of the reason why she barely has any friends, trust issues with other species. She looked at her fluffy feet, curling her toes as she stuck out her bottom black lip,"i'm from a different planet.." she didn't want to sound too strange or too open but she just wanted to start up a conversation. " it's called Tal, my mother moved us here to get away from all the bloodshed that happens there" yuro didn't want to make it sound like a bad place. It's a beatiful place. She blushed a bit feeling like she was a bit odd herself
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Rocket pulled his phone half way out of his pocket to check the time, leaning up against the wall next to the door outside of homeroom. Do I really care enough to wait on these goofs for no good reason? But then he reflected on the events that had just transpired. No, he thought. They're too cocky. If I don't intervene, they'll be wishing that a torn ear were their first lesson in inter-species conflict...
He looked around, making sure that no faculty was watching, then pulled his vaporizer out and took a puff, a blue LED light illuminating the opposite end as he inhaled. I look like a tool with this thing, but its damn better than a cigarette, he thought.
Anxiously, he checked his phone again, trying to calculate the amount of time it would take him to reach his first class--3rd year German--coming to terms with the fact that he'd be a little bit late... Late? Unpünktlich? He might be lazy, disinterested, and sometimes a bit of a sociopath, but tardy? Who was he?
Suddenly his train of thought was interrupted. Somebody else was exiting the classroom. He noticed green and teal fur, and decided that he was going to be late to class.
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"Yeah after school. Sure." he waved as she left. Why did it always happen to him..but he was hopeful..myabe shed stay..he was kidding himself and he knew it...he felt so..angry why couldnt somethi g good happen to him? Thats when he saw that wolf sitting with that...thing. Yuto or something. He grinned. Time to make someone else miserable. And get revenge in the process. He slipped down the stairs and out the exit and slowly approached where they were sitting.
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He looked at her, a little bit wide-eyed but not too much, as she made the comment about being from another planet. "Oh...", he said, thinking of something to say, as he didn't want to make her uncomfortable by her birthplace. "That's... that's nice.", he added, looking at the ground. Is that really all I can say. That's it?, he thought, beginning to feel bad. "Well, it... sounds like a nice place", he then said, regretting it immediately. Not too much though, as he couldn't think of anything else to say. As he opened his mouth, about to tell where he was from, he heard the doors open and saw... ugh... Gauge. Why? Why, did it have to be him? Of all people that could have gone out of that door... it was him. His dumb grin didn't help the situation much either.
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She giggled slightly at his comment. Then she smelled a different scent approaching. At first she didn't know what it was. Then noticed it was that white wolf from before. Her eyes dialated and her expression became grim. Looking beyond Marcus to that wolf. I don't get wolves at all.. "hmph.."she grunted and whipped her tail in an annoyed manner. Why now? I thought it was finally gunna be a good day. Why to ruin everything around you..
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So, Mark was really, really starting to freak out now.
He'd never even been in a fight in the slightest. He was an only pup, so fighting amongst his brothers and sisters had been as nonexistent as said brothers and sisters. Back in his last high school - Michanco High - Mark had been known by his friends, fellow students, and teachers as never prone to conflict, negotiating peace and breaking up a fight on at least two occasions. Now, however, he was entering a world of pain. Remember that little rational voice that had been in his head earlier, giving him real suggestions and calming him down? Yeah, that voice was gone, replaced by fear and irrationality. Which was only made the more frustrating because Mark recognized that such pointless emotions were there and recognized that they were, well, pointless.
As he left the classroom and headed in the general direction of the library (at least, he thought it was so?) he only saw the paws, hooves, and feet of those around him with his head lowered. Of course, his parents wouldn't get on him. His Dad had always been insistent that Mark defend himself in fights or other conflict otherwise, so Mark wasn't worried about getting it from his parents. But . . . they hadn't the best insurance, and certainly not the money for real injury.
Not to mention the school, too! What kind of trouble would he get in? In his past school, the policy had simply been one of no tolerance for fights, of disciplining any and all students involved in a fight equally despite what happened or what witnesses said happened. But maybe, because these kinds of fights happened more frequently here, they would have a better policy? One more tolerant.
. . . probably not.
Soon after leaving the classroom, Mark was dimly aware that he was passing by another creature of some kind before walking through some kind of . . . hazy . . . something? The hell was that? It smelled slightly sweet. As Mark walked, he slowed slightly and raised his head, curious about what exactly he was encountering presently.
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"Nice day huh." he said shortly as he streched his shoulders "so now that no ones around how about i give you a slight beating. And you tell the otter he'll get the same. He will. Then we become friends. Such good friends we avoid eachother as much as possible. And thatll be that. Hows that sound?" he grinned wickedly as his kick came out of no where and sent the wolf sprawling. He picked him up by his shirt. The kick had hurt he could tell. Nothing more than a couple of punches should hurt him bad enough to keep him away. And protect his rep.
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Kasai looks at her schedule and goes to her class and takes a seat.She takes out her needed supplies and looks around at the neat classroom.She gets bored and starts to doodle in her notebook.Then she starts to think about what lesson she will be working on.She fixes her T-shirt and starts to listen.
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He was about to stand up to try to tell Gauge off, until the leg swung through the air, hitting him hard on the side of his stomach. He felt a shooting pain coming from where he was kicked, as he flew through the air, landing on the hard ground. Groaning, he tried to catch his breath, as his lungs were almost emptied by the sudden assault. Trying to get up, he was picked up by Gauge by his t-shirt. And he got pulled up fast. Trying to reach the ground with his feet, he felt anger build up in him. Red. Hot. Anger. He almost couldn't hold it back. Don't do it! It'll only make things worse, he thought, trying to calm himself down. But it didn't work. His anger overcame him, as he gathered some spit in his mouth, shooting it out at Gauges face, hitting him around the eyes.
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she sat there surprized but there was also fear. It wouldn't let her move. Watching what had been done to Marcus. Then anger flashed through her. She stood up slowly. She growled as her eyes flamed with a silver glow. No one will get in her way. Every person has a good heart? Lies! He'll pay. No one like him should be alive. She used her tail to grab his foot and pull him. Making him fall backwards. She shown her claws and went for a strike.Leaping towards him, jumping over ulvus. A sergal blood rage flowed through her. "i'll rip you apart!!" she exclaimed. She never thought to have this much rage inside her. She felt like a whole new person, like her only target was this wolf and her brain chanting 'kill,kill,kill'. Was this even her about to tackle this gang wolf?
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"Wow. Ballsy. Ballsy little buddy." he gave him a friendly smile as his fist smashed into marcs face. He then felt something pull his leg. He hit the ground hard. But he recovered with adrenaline filling his veins. This was a sergal. This would not be easy....but what if..he grinned and scrambled to the exit and sprinted into the school hearing her close behind. She was really in a rage..and gaining. He hoped this worked. Or he'd be dead.
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(oh sorry i was teplying to the post and yuro replied. Ill edit when i have a minute! I apologize)
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(Also, Anon, please remember the 1 hour rule)
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Kamren sat in silence for the rest of that homeroom period. He made eye contact with virtually no one else, but instead just fixated on his desk, his class schedule, and the whiteboard in front of him. He was twiddling his thumbs nervously, his tail fidgeting slightly where it lay underneath his seat. His wings were still positioned awkwardly against his chair, and frequent attempts to get them into a comfortable position were fruitless.
Overall, Kamren was deathly uncomfortable. He felt awkward after that whole ordeal. He was embarrassed that he'd drawn attention to himself. He was hurt by the things that the wolf had said. Those taunts were still ringing in the back of his mind, as much as he tried to keep them away. And each time they repeated themselves, the young dragon found himself wincing time and time again. Literally his first 10 minutes at this new school, and he'd already been chastised simply for being what he was. A dragon. A hybrid. Long before Kamren had moved here, he had known that this area of the country was less tolerant of different species as compared to his hometown, but he'd never realized how bad really was. Is this how the year was going to be? Kamren gulped a lump down his throat at this thought.
If that were the case, Kamren resigned then, that his best bet was to just keep to himself. Don't socialize. Don't draw attention. Especially around canines. Things were just different at this school. For one, this sort of conflict was deemed tolerable, perhaps even... okay? It definitely wasn't all right, given the standards Kamren was used to, but he supposed that's just how things were here. Maybe when I'm some big-shot lawyer or court justice, that can change.
Kamren was snapped back to reality by the sound of an entire class of students beginning to file out of the classroom. Was homeroom over already? Well, that had been a quick fifteen minutes, and it had seemed like virtually nothing happened besides the fight - and the cheery morning announcements. Checking his class schedule, it looked like Kamren's next class was... English. With the same teacher? That might be a good thing, though; perhaps Kamren would actually have the opportunity to strike up a conversation with her later, and address what had happened. How he was feeling. Would she care, though? She's a wolf, just like so many others at school.
"So do I just stay here, if it's the same teacher, or...? Kamren mumbled to himself. Then his question was answered by "1st Block English will be in the Library" written on the whiteboard. The Library. Okay. He knew where that was.
By this time, Kamren was one of the last still in his seat, while the classroom was quickly emptying out. A slight panicked embarrassment filled him and he quickly shuffled his papers and notebook back into his backpack, hurriedly slung it over his shoulder - wings getting in the way like always - and headed toward the classroom door.
He was expecting to be the last out the door - which he was, but as soon as he exited and turned the threshold the dragon's gaze met that of a familiar gray fox standing just outside. Kamren stopped, almost a little startled.
"Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't see you there..." he muttered, scratching his head.
The gray fox was tall, lean, dressed a little preppy and wore glasses. Kamren had recognized him as one of those that had come over to involve himself briefly in the altercation from earlier, but he hadn't had the chance to introduce himself. The fox had seemed level-headed, though Kamren couldn't be absolutely sure. He was a canine, after all. Kamren was just about to apologize for nearly bumping into the boy, excuse himself and be on his way to the library, until a thought struck him and he just blurted out.
"Uhh, were you... Were you waiting for me...?"
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Well, damn. Teach had broken it up. It had really looked like, for a nice few moments, that she was gonna do absolutely nothing. Well, she was definitely far from perfect, Ave would say that on any day. Still, a wolf could dream, couldn’t he?
Ave watched Gauge with curiosity. Maybe he’d misjudged the guy from earlier? Their packs weren’t presently fighting, at the least, Ave could let him know that what he’d done had been real cool.
And then, the panda stepped into view. She was short, furred, giggly, and probably dumb like the rest of her race. And why the hell was she talking to Gauge, anyway?
And why was HE talking to her? See, now, Ave could remember just what he hated about Gauge. He was a gutless, soft, non-canine loving prick. Of the things wrong with non-canines, Gauge embodied the worst of it.
Scoffing angrily, Ave picked himself up from his desk, moving out into the hallway. Along the way, he high-fived and dapped friends and pack-mates. Canines who weren’t losers like Gauge. Canines who did the species good.
Unexpectedly, Ave suddenly found himself walking towards his brother. He waved, and his brother waved back. Knowing that he had time before his next class – math, fantastic – he caught up with him to walk with him.
And what if his brother's day wasn’t going well?
“So, how’s it going, bro?” he asked, looking down at his brother, smiling.
Incredibly surprisingly, his brother was not immediately happy but instead sighed, before looking back up at Ave. His eyes were unsure, his face looked unsteady. Shit, what was wrong?
“I talked to some Sophomores in my homeroom. They said you’re, well, bad things, but they, uh, they basically said you’re a bully.”
. . . Ave had to admit, he’d never quite considered this. His worlds – home and school – weren’t really separate. His parents preached what Ave followed, they knew their kids were part of extended packs outside of their own families, they didn’t care. And Cryst . . . well, Cryst was the outsider. He didn’t follow what their parents said about other species. He was the weird one.
But even knowing that this was to be Cryst’s first year in high school with him, Ave hadn’t really considered at all that his younger brother would finds his species attitudes unpleasant. Maybe even judge him.
Well, Ave didn’t care if he judged him. Did he?
Didn’t he? What he felt for Cryst was more than for anybody else he knew . . .
“Well, Cryst, you, you, you know how it is. Other species aren’t as good as us. I just let them know that. And, and, I know you feel differently, but, well . . .” his voice trailed off as his younger brother looked at him, expecting, and then his face darkened.
He WAS judging him.
Ave immediately felt anger burst up inside him. Cryst couldn’t judge him. That wasn’t right, or fair.
Cryst began to speak. “Look, man, I don’t-”
Ave cut him off. “I'm not gonna talk about this, Cryst. I gotta go to class. Bye, man.”
Casting his face away from Cryst, Ave turned into the classroom next to him, which was actually where his next class was math.
That look on Cryst’s face . . .
Ave took it out of his mind and instead focused his attention to the right, next to him. There sat a fox, blonde, splashed with orange, attractive. He wasn’t sure whether or not he’d seen her around here before . . . maybe not? In spite of himself, Ave grinned. He’d picked the right seat.
As the teacher, a fairly bored looking Newfoundland began to drone on about the class and how it would be this semester, Ave turned to her.
“Hey,” he started, “what’s up, girl?”
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Hey!Whats up, Im Kasai! :)
im just listening to the teacher, or my phones music,please don't tell im listening to music in class >.>
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As she she made her way to the choir room she thought about Gauge. She knew he hadn't really been that bad. He had saved her from falling off the school roof and the way he picked her up. She giggled softly to herself and made her way to the choir room. The classroom had been talking and she handed him a pass she had gotten from the office. The teacher mumbled something and nodded to dismiss her to her seat. She got her phone out and texted her little brother, telling him that she'd be with a new friend and that she'd give him the details later.
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She banged against the doors, she couldn't go in there and try to hunt him down. Teachers and the other faculty would try to stop her. She growled and snarled then paused. If her mother found out she'd get a beating of a life time. Her eyes stopped glowing. The fur on her body went limp. She wiped her mouth and bashed the ground with her tail. "Damn.. He got away.."she whispers to herself and huffed. She walked away from the door when she realized teachers walked out in the hallway to see what's going on. She stood beside a wall and thought about what she just did. I... Was about to kill him.. I'm no different am i..? She teared up but remembered about Marcus. She rushed over to him and looked over his wounds. I should of helped him.. I'm such a monster.. She kneeled in front of him all teary eyed. "i-i'm sorry.."she couldn't find anything to say but that. Then she took her bag from her shoulder. Taking out a first aid kit. Her paws were shaky and claws were still out. "i'll p-patch you up.. Then help you to the nurse.." she sniffed a bit. Trying to hold back her emotions
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Kasai stops listening to her music because the teacher starts walking towards her.Kasai flops her phone in her backpack .
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Rocket, seeing that he'd been noticed, bared a toothy grin, but tried not to come off as too enthusiastic--he wasn't known to be.
"Sorry? Oh, no need. You must be pretty downtrodden after that little travesty... but, to answer your question: yes. But don't count yourself so special. I was also waiting for that otter who I would assume..."
His attention was drawn by the door opening once more as the vapor he had exhaled had almost dissipated.
"Mark, if I'm not mistaken?" he inquired, looking at the troubled creature. "I have to apologize for interjecting--and more presently for the haze--I'm sure, had I kept myself from getting involved, it very well may have ended with your phone being swatted from your paws. But that wolf... the whole lot of his pack..." he looked away and began to trail off. Catching himself, he returned his attention to the two considerably concerned non-canines, smiling again.
"Anyhow, my name is Rocket. Just Rocket. If you think it's silly, you're well to," he said as he hurriedly grabbed the limp paw of the dragon, and then the otter, shaking each vigorously. That aside, you two have caught my attention for sake of being, well..." he looked over both of them, "different. And, if you haven't gotten the impression yet, different is frowned upon by lots of folks around here." Realizing that he was being rather garrulous, he attempted to cut to the point, noticing that his audience appeared somewhat confused.
"Look," he spoke more quietly and candidly, "I'm a canine, but I hate the way that these wolves think that they're some sort of master race, and that they can get away with anything, just because there's a lot of 'em. So I'd like both of you to know that there is at least one friendly canine that has your back here." Hurriedly, he pulled out his wallet and removed two black business cards, adorned with an orange trim and white writing. He shoved one into each one of their paws.
"Those contain my name and number. If you ever need me. If you feel like you're being followed on your way home. If you said something that might land you with a broken shin. If you want to get some frozen yogurt. Let me know."
Before either could respond to him, he had already flung his bag over his shoulder once more and was jogging toward his classroom. He ignored some yelling and commotion that undoubtedly involved some belligerent wolf, arriving to class just in time to copy the overhead notes into his notebook and promptly fall asleep.
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It worked. She knew shed kick up a shit storm if she followed him. He slowed feeling a sudden twang in his knee. Something hurt bad. Her grip mustve been a lot tighter than he thought. He sighed. His next class was english. With "dancy on your lap." he sighed. She always gave him this intense look. Almost like she was trying to figure him out. Or even..sympathy? Not the pity kind of sympathy. The i know you and i know why you hurt." kind of sympathy. Bah. But what did she know about pack violence..what did she know about holding friends with thier throats toren out as they bled out. What did she know about beatings. She was a pampered rich kid. Got a collage education and a degree, with a big enough ego to think she could change the world. Yeah. Good fucken luck. Little did he know what she had actually gone through. What shed seen.She knew how the packs were. Shed been there. But how could Guage know that? He didnt. To him her sympathy annoyed him just as much as her glares. He walked into her class in the library early since he hadnt had to migrate from another class. He sat alone in the door way as the other class mates hurried past. Whispering. One bird even pointed at Gauge. "What was that you feather brained f$!@" he said back and showed his teeth causing the bird and his buddies to quickly walk away. He went and sat at the back table and feeling alone he sighed. Gah..too much was going on today. His usually uptight, alpha male posture fell. He looked tired. Not sadistic, cruel, or Thug in any since of the word. Just..tired..beaten..and lonly.. He sighed again.then noticed being the only student ment hed gained samanthas full attention. The facade was back up as he tried to play off his lapse with a stretch. "What you lookin at. Why dont you teach huh? Stop starin and shit." he muttered as he pulled his hood up and laid his head down.
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"Ah!", Marcus groaned, as Gauge let his face feel pain one more time. Please, someone end this, he thought, as he stared at Gauges fist, waiting for the next blow. Until something happened. Gauge suddenly fell backwards, hitting the ground. As he did, his grip was lost around Marcus, making him fall to the ground as well with a thud!. Groaning, because of his wounds, he did his best to crawl backwards to get away from Gauge, as Yuro suddenly jumped over him, tackling Gauge. He starred at it a little wide-eyed, taking deep breaths to try to catch his breath again. However, Gauge got up, and ran away. "Heh... c... coward", he mumbled, trying to smile, but didn't get that far until his jaws started to hurt. He couldn't hold himself up any longer. He went limp, relaxing on the ground, closing his eyes. This just hurt too damn much. Noticing Yuro rushing over to him, he felt relief as well as slight embarrassment. Now she'd probably think he's weak, right? When he couldn't even stand up against his own species. But was she... crying? For him? Do I really mean that much?, he thought, as he tried to get up, with no succes. He gave her a little nod, as to say "Thank you" for her help. He really wanted to say more... or at least something. But he felt too weak.
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Before Mark's eyes could complete the journey from the floor up to the source of this strange cloud - he saw the e-cig a moment later - a voice greeted his ears. The voice was familiar only distantly, from this morning, and that origin point set his fur on edge for just a moment before his eyes met with his original defender - the fox from earlier who'd spoken about Gauge's "overreaction" - as the creature spoke.
"Mark, if I'm not mistaken?" he asked. How the hell did this fox know his name? Mark couldn't recall saying it, but then again, names had hardly been on his mind in the classroom earlier. "I have to apologize for interjecting--and more presently for the haze--I'm sure, had I kept myself from getting involved, it very well may have ended with your phone being swatted from your paws. But that wolf... the whole lot of his pack..." he trailed off, looking downwards. It was here that Mark noticed something he'd failed to catch before - half of one of the fox's ear was entirely missing, the intact bits ending in clear scar tissue. That was something.
Mark remembered that Gauge had mentioned some sort of previous conflict. How often did this guy get into fights that were worth mentioning or made him lose ears? The fox looked up, continuing. "Anyhow, my name is Rocket. Just Rocket. If you think it's silly, you're well to," he said before he grabbed Mark's left paw with his left - his right was preoccupied in the dragon's matching talon - and shook. This guy was . . . well, he was quite something. Vaping in the halls? Backing up two non-strangers in there? Who was he? At least he was a canine who was fine with them being, well, not. He was different. Wasn't there slang for non-canines? Mark could distantly recall reading some rather offensive stuff online, but couldn't remember what they were . . .
"That aside, you two have caught my attention for sake of being, well . . . different." Seemed him and Mark felt the same way. His little soliloquy - delivered in grammar most proper, a quality Mark valued, he would note - continued. "And, if you haven't gotten the impression yet, different is frowned upon by lots of folks around here . . . look," he said, just a little quieter now, "I'm a canine, but I hate the way that these wolves think that they're some sort of master race, and that they can get away with anything, just because there's a lot of 'em. So I'd like both of you to know that there is at least one friendly canine that has your back here."
Stuffing a hand into his pocket, the fox shuffled it around for a moment, and Mark realized he was following his movements, essentially starting at the fox's crotch. Embarrassed, he looked away at the wall before turning his head back a moment later to see what the fox had produced - a wallet, out of which he pulled two crisp, new business cards. Black with orange trim and white writing - guess the fox had a thing for Halloween? - they proclaimed 'Rocket' above a phone number. Mark was almost tempted to turn them over and see if there was a bat or jack o' lantern on the back, but resisted the urge, instead tearing his face away from the card and back up to the fox. To Rocket.
"Those contain my name and number. If you ever need me. If you feel like you're being followed on your way home. If you said something that might land you with a broken shin. If you want to get some frozen yogurt. Let me know." Then, the guy stopped speaking and turned away, hurriedly walking down the hallway away from them. Mark had to admit, confusion added to that which he already had, further complicating his present situation, was not entirely welcome. Still, Rocket had seemed genuinely nice. He had business cards.
But seriously, he was in High School. Who on the planet had business cards for themselves in High School? He was certainly different, as he'd told them.
. . . but what if he wasn't? What if this guy was some twisted canine like the rest who'd only gotten on Gauge because he was part of another pack, or whatever, and now wanted to get at them? Somehow. Through a very indirect method.
Mark had to admit, it sounded far-fetched, but he wasn't about to let his security dial back for even a moment. This morning had shown him that he couldn't do that.
Watching the last of the mysterious Rocket disappear around the corner, Mark turned to the hybrid standing next to him. His face was furred, his eyes kind and . . . deep.
Except nope. Mark immediately stopped studying him. That wasn't going anywhere.
Turning his eyes slightly downwards, Mark spoke up, figuring he'd better at least greet this dragon before they probably parted ways for class. "Hey, uh, are you okay?" Seeing as how Mark barely felt that way himself, he figured it a good question.
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She pushed him back down with a smirk,"it's ok. I know your strong. Stronger than anyone else here"she wipes her eyes, then took a cotten ball. Dabbing it in achohol. Then leaned forward, dabbing it on some small cuts he has."i'm sorry for all this, i can sense this is not over yet.. He's a troubled wolf.."she sighs and looks away. "i've should of helped you.. Or at least warned you about his attack.." she felt ashamed for herself and sways her tail. She couldn't say anything else. She kinda felt sad. She helps him stand up,"i'll help you walk, if it doesn't trouble you. I dont want to make you seem you always need help or anything.."she says with a worried look on her face. Slightly blushing cause she was holding him up.
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Kasai takes out her textbook and plops it on her desk and sighs of boredom when the teacher started blabbing about some crap.Kasai thinks of her basketball activity and starts to think of this season and how she would win it.Kasai glanced at the clock,only 5 more minutes until class is over!She cloudent be happier.Kasai starts to flop her ears at each word that came out of the teachers mouth........................
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Seeing that there were only a few minutes left of class, she checked her schedule. Sign Language, sweet. She smiled and went over the alphabet quickly and family words. She was surprised they had this class, but it might just be an online class that she'd have to take in the library. She shrugged and went to the office to ask. The teacher dismissed them and she romped through the hallway to the office when she passed an empty room Gauge was in. She stopped and peeked in. "Hey Gauge, where will you be sitting for lunch? Or should I not bother you then?" She chewed her bottom lip and perked her ears up at him.
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Blushing a bit at her comment, Marcus felt a little bit flattered but still also embarrassed. I could have done more... not just have been such a pussy, he thought, leaning his head back. As she dapped the damp ball of cotton on his wounds, he slightly groaned, leaning a bit up, biting his lower lip. "It's... it's ok. It's not your fault... don't worry about it...", he said, still feeling a little weak, laying there, getting help. Getting helped up on his feet again with a little "Thanks", he noticed she was a bit taller than him. But not by much. Only an inch or two. Limping a few steps forward with her help, he could tell she felt ashamed. It didn't make him feel good. At all. He really wanted to help. But how, without making it more awkward than before... ok, that didn't matter. She was upset, and that bothered him. Noticing her paw was on his shoulder to support him, he hesitantly put his own on top of hers, gently stroking it with his thumb. Blushing deeply, he felt really awkward. But if this would make her feel better, he would do it.
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"I dont know just sit where ever and ill find you." he whispered. His friends were gone any way. Hed be safe enough to sit with her..right? Yeah..he would. He would be ok. He sat and laid his head back down wishing that some other kids would come in so the teacher would have someone else to analyze. But none had come in just yet. They were probably all waiting outside the door ready to rush in as the tardy bell rang. Thatd be about right..
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She walked with him slowly to the door. Then noticed his paw on her hand. She blushed and looked at him with the corner of her eyes. Seeing his expression made her wonder, is he trying to comfort me...? She looked away in a shy manner. I can tell he's trying not to be awkward, well make this awkward. She smiled slightly and quietly says,"th-thank you." she opens the door and walks over to the nurses beside the office. She pushes open the door and slowly walk in with him. The nurse sitting at her desk looked up, her expression changes to being shocked. She was a bit of a chubby or curvy bird. Not fat just curvy. She looked young like in her 20's. I better not tell her who did this. We'd be in deeper shit if i do. She rushed over to us and looks over Marcus in concern,"oh my what happened??"
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She got to the office and asked the front lady at the desk if her class is online. She said yes and Tempest thanked her. She turned and saw Yuro helping a green and gray wolf into the nurses office. She perked her ears up and rushed over. "Dear Gods is he ok??" She looked him over and laid her ears back in worry.
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Groaning a bit in pain, Marcus stood there in the doorway to the nurse's office, supported by Yuro. He felt a lot of attention getting put onto him, as not just the nurse asked him, but also the red panda from earlier. "Can I... can I please... lay down somewhere?...", he got out between groans, as the nurse came over to him, helping him over to the bed in front of her desk. He lay down on it in pain, feeling a bit relaxed, as he had some soft cushion under him. The nurse, once again, asked, "How did this happen?". Marcus simply layed there for a little moment. Should I say it?... if I do, and it gets spread around, this may not be the worst to happen..., he thought, as he looked up at the ceiling. "I... I fell down from a tree... I was just curious about... a bird's nest...", he said, giving a slight glance at Yuro, as to ask her to play along with the story.
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The gray fox spoke, and all the while Kamren found himself periodically up at his ears, one of which had been severely torn, it seemed. The dragon couldn't help but wonder how that'd happened - in an accident, maybe? He didn't want to outright ask about it though - that would be downright insensitive, right? Catching himself staring a lot more than he should have, the green dragon then focused his willpower not looking at the damaged ear. Hopefully the fox hadn't noticed.
In addition, Kamren's nostrils were being filled by a sweet - almost saccharine - vapor that seemed to haze around the fox. Is he seriously carrying a vapor pen at school? he thought. That definitely would've been frowned upon at the school Kamren had come from. Smells good, though. And kind of rebellious.... The dragon bit his lower lip lightly at this thought.
"Oh- uhh..." Kamren began to mutter. The fox had been waiting for him. And someone else? That someone was an otter, who had just walked up as well.
It was the same otter - Mark, his name was - who had lost his phone in the travesty from earlier. He was also tall - albeit not quite as tall as the fox - with a shade of supple, chocolate brown fur covering his body and a pattern of white on his snout. He looked sweet, kind, approachable. And despite making a bit of a scene earlier, he did come to Kamren's defense when that jerkoff wolf had made fun of him earlier.
Otters also have some of the softest fur, you know. Then again, foxes do, too.
The fox introduced himself as Rocket. Not necessarily the name Kamren would have expected, but it fit nonetheless. He shook Rocket's paw limply. "Kamren," he introduced himself in response. He assumed that Rocket was a local at this school, given his lecture on how Kamren and Mark's... "different-ness?" could cause problems. Well, at least someone was addressing that it was, in fact, a problem.
Before Kamren or Mark even further, Rocket went on about his distaste for the wolves in the school. That, presumably, Rocket wasn't like them. He had the dragon and otter's back. Of course this could just be part of an elaborate scheme to make a fool of Kamren and Mark both, but for whatever reason Kamren had the instinct to just... Trust Rocket? He seemed sincere enough. His manner of speech was eloquent enough. And...
He has his own business cards. What the... The fox had shoved one into his paw. And sure enough, "Rocket Fox" and a phone number were emblazoned in white on it.
But frozen yogurt would be nice. And then Rocket was off, jogging toward his next class.
Kamren slipped Rocket's card into his back pocket, and then turned toward the otter, Mark. "Y-yeah, I'm all right. Thank you. It's just... I didn't really see any of that coming, especially on the first day. And what that guy said about me..." Kamren winced a little. "What he called me. 'Blender-bred', or whatever. God, that was uncalled for. But anyway, I'll get over it. I wanted to at least thank you at least, for telling him off in my defense." Kamren gave mark a smile of gratitude. "Anyway, my name's Kamren." He shook the otter's paw. "And I really hate to be cutting this short, but I don't want to be late to my next class. It's English, all the way in the library, with our homeroom teacher, actually. Ms. Dancyon?"
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she glanced over and Tempest and nods. Still not in the correct mood to speak to others.
She glanced over at Marcus with a 'what' look. Then realized what he said,"o-oh yeah. He climbed up a bit too far up the tree. He was a bit too heavy on the thin branches and tumbled down. Hitting branches on the way down. I just happen to see him from my classroom." she looked at yuro with an odd look. Then shrugged. She began to search the cabinets for medicine and pain killers. " strange, well dont do that then. Wolves aren't ment for climbing trees. You should know this. Anyway just take a couple of these" she handed him some white pills and a plastic cup of water. "you'll be fine, just stay here till you feel better" she began to wrap his cuts and bruises in white bandages.
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After watching the fox walk away for a moment, the dragon finally turned to Mark and responded to him. "Y-yeah, I'm all right. Thank you. It's just... I didn't really see any of that coming, especially on the first day." As he continued, Mark tried, as subtly as he could, to study the hybrid's furred face. His combination of species (dragon and what else?) had made him . . . well, not unattractive. Not that it mattered to Mark how attractive he was. Still though, he'd interjected kindly when Mark was being insulted.
And Mark had been really bent out shape, becoming angrier than he ever normally would, when Gauge had said that crap about the guy's hybridism.
"And what that guy said about me..." the dragon's voice trailed off as he winced a little. "What he called me. 'Blender-bred', or whatever. God, that was uncalled for." Mark tiredly nodded in agreement, looking down at the floor in distaste. "But anyway," he kept on, "I'll get over it. I wanted to at least thank you at least, for telling him off in my defense." The creature smiled at Mark.
Instantly, Mark looked away from him. It was a good thing that his fur covered the entirety of his face, because Mark was sure his cheeks would be red. That smile . . . it was just phenomenal. Mark couldn't explain it. There was just something . . .
No. Mark wasn't going through this again. It was just a passing thing. It was just false feelings. It was just loneliness and desperation. It wasn't something he was doing. Not. Doing.
Mark, already looking down at his polo as he smoothed it out, was not expecting what came next. As the hybrid officially introduced himself - "Anyway, my name's Kamren" - he gingerly took Mark's paw in his own (was talon the proper term?) and shook it. And despite his dense covering of fur on his face, the feel of their hands connecting, all the more obvious through Mark's unroughed paw pads, was surely making him blush. Their contact was all kinds of wonderful - Kamren's claws tickled the webs between Mark's fingers.
However, as was inevitable, it ended as any normal handshake did, after a moment. It took almost all Mark's willpower not to make it blatantly obvious that he was filled up with confusing, distressing emotions, the embarrassment and dread of earlier washed away, if only for a moment. The remainder of the willpower went towards bringing himself to the reality of . . . reality. Mark knew what things were like. He wasn't dumb. There were things he could do, and things, many things, he couldn't.
Turns out, reality was right around the corner. He was broken from his thoughts by the sound of Kamren's voice again. "And I really hate to be cutting this short, but I don't want to be late to my next class. It's English, all the way in the library, with our homeroom teacher, actually. Ms. Dancyon?" Mark's head perked up slightly as he realized that he had his next class with Kamren. Smiling, he spoke to Kamren, gesturing with his paw down the hallway.
"Hey, that's, uh, that's also my next class! I think we'd best hurry, though, 1st block is just about to start." As Mark turned and began walking down the hallway, he turned to Kamren and smiled slyly at him. "Hey, at least it'll be better than homeroom today, right?"
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He nodded along in approval, sometimes glancing over at the nurse, sometimes back to Yuro, as she continued the made up story. That... was pretty good..., he thought, as she was done. He wanted to do something. Something to show her, that he liked the story. A wink? A smile? A simple thumbs-up? He was about to do the latter, as the nurse turned around, searching through the cabinets for meds. Well, now she wasn't watching, so he gave Yuro a quick little thumbs-up, mouthing the word "Thanks", to her. She had been helpful. Very helpful. The way she defended him, and thereafter helped him to the nurse. It was... it was really nice of her. Like what a true friend would do. His mind was drawn back to reality, as he turned his look to the nurse when she said something about, how he shouldn't climb trees. He slightly nodded, faking an ashamed expression. As she handed him the pills and the cup, he took them, about to take them, as she began to wrap his wounds into bandaid. Although, it didn't hurt as much as before, it still stinged. As she was done, he reached for the pills and the cup, swallowing them one by one, feeling his pain going slightly away. Feeling a little better, he leaned back on the bed, resting his head a bit.
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Rocket's ears perked as he was suddenly awoken to the course, accented voice of his German teacher, a spectacled shepherd with a semi-permanent scowl on his face. Although he truly admired the German language, it definitely was not the most soothing speech to wake up to.
"Rocket! Muss du immer in Klasse schlafen? (Must you always sleep in class?)" The teacher, Mr. Bauer barked at him.
He rolled his eyes and lifted his head off his desk, finding that the fur on his left cheek had been flattened and there was a little drool on the corner of his mouth. Wiping it off with the back of his paw, he put on his glasses and directed his attention to the teacher, who had yet complete lecturing about the notes that he had already copied.
Immediately he began to ponder homeroom again. Why'd I have to get involved? Were those two really worth the risk of getting back on Gauge's bad side? His torn ear twitched and he shut his eyes for a moment, wincing. Ok. Yeah. Maybe I feel sympathy for them. And maybe the dragon is a little... er...
"What is the past participle of haben, Herr Rocket?" Interjected Mr. Bauer. Rocket's eyes widened a bit.
"Gehabt," he answered with little hesitation. The shepherd nodded, then turned his attention to another student.
Squinting, Rocket was already lost in thought again, his heel tapping compulsively. Maybe it wasn't just sympathy though. He had seen plenty of new kids fumble around on their first day and get what they had coming, to the extent that he made it a personal policy of his not to get involved. So why them? he asked himself. Then he thought about the dragon: a chimerical creature with an odd air of innocence that he hadn't seen since, well... Freshman year. He seems so... hopeful. Naiive, maybe, but there was something about his voice that was sweet and inviting. Something about the way his soft, feline paw had felt in his that he couldn't help but linger on...
No. He sighed, noticing that class was almost over and his peers had already began to pack their bags. He stood up and returned his notebook to the black messenger bag beside his desk, to which his motorcycle helmet was secured, closing it with the velcroed strap. Ready to leave, he reached into his pocket and checked his phone: a few e-mails, but no text alerts. He wasn't entirely sure what he was expecting.
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She smiled brightly at him after he gave her the thumbs up.After he layed his head down, she looks at him for a bit as the nurse walked by. She felt relief that he might be actually safe for now. She stood there awkwardly and looked at the time. Half of the day went by?! Gosh, this was troublesome! She rushed over to marcus and bent over to get close to his ear. Then whispers,"if it looks like you're in trouble and you can't handle it by yourself. Text me!" she pulled a marker out from her pouch and wrote her number on the bandage of his arm carefully, not to hurt him. I want to be a supportive friend, someone important. I feel like... I can trust him. She smiles and sticks her tongue through her lips. Then rushed out.
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Kasai starts thinks of Ave.She though of asking him about how he feels about gaming.If he awnsered yes, then Kasai thought of inviting him over to her place and play call of duty on her Xbox.Kasai swished her head towards Aves direction and looked at him for a second.then she asked,"Hey dude,What do you think of gaming?".Kasai slaps her textbook cover over other pages closing it and letting out a breth of relief.Kasai really wants to know if Ave likes to play video games,Kasai wloud love to make a new friend.
She glances at the clock.Only 2 more minutes,she thought.Kasai kept on thinking of making friends with Ave.it cloudent get out of her head.She took out her phone and muted it and started to play a gun game.She was close to her high score but saw her teacher come towards her,Kasai thinks"If she catches me...I dead.
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Tempest, in the middle of signing, looked up and saw Yuro. She smiled and signed "hello" by putting her hand to her forehead like a salute and pulling to the side a little. She giggled and went back to her class. The smell of yellowed paged books filling her nose, it gave her the shivers and she smiled. She'd always loved that smell. She shook her head and focused again. She knew the signs for family, places, food, and simple introductions/small talk. She paused the lesson and bit her lip, wondering if there were any deaf students at the school. She didn't see any other students in the library signing and she figured she'd ask around during lunch later.
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Having his head relaxed on the pillow, that slightly held up his head, he felt... better. Already. Not by too much, it still slightly stung to move around his wounded limbs. But definitely better than before. After laying for a few minutes, Yuro came over to him. Rushed over to him actually, to whisper something to him, "If it looks like you're in trouble and you can't handle it by yourself. Text me.", she whispered. Feeling a bit... embarrassed by himself, at the way she kinda acted like a bodyguard... no. More like... a guardian angle, he thought, but he still felt thankful, as she wrote her number on his arm, smiling to him. He smiled back, feeling happy, that he had gotten a friend. Even that fast. Laying his head back down, as she rushed out, he felt relaxed, as well as kinda... awkward, due to the nurse, just sitting there.
He took a glance at the clock, realizing he had sat there for a couple of minutes. I better leave, he thought, as he moved his legs over the edge of the bed, standing up. Giving the nurse a little nod, as well as a "Thanks", he moved out into the hallway. It still stung, but not much. He could definitely continue the day, even though, he felt people starring at him, as he moved down the halls, headed for his class. Maths. Oh, yay..., he thought, as maths had never been his strongest side. He found the classroom, quietly opening the door, peeking in, giving the teacher a little apologize, before heading down to the back, settling in an empty seat, still feeling eyes on him.
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The dragon turned to walk in the direction of the school library, slipping his phone out of his pocket to check the time. About three minutes until the first block started. He definitely didn't want to be late to a single class - ever, really, but certainly not on the first day. He was just about to excuse himself and start heading out in a hurry.
"Oh, really? Nice! Yeah, we should get going then." Kamren grinned at Mark as they started down the hallway. He and the otter shared not only homeroom, but English class as well. That would definitely give Kamren the opportunity to get to know Mark better. Perhaps even make a friend? That would be a nice plus, given the events that had transpired in homeroom.
Kamren giggled over at the otter. "Yeah, I hope so!" was his response. Let's try to avoid making another scene, at least. The last thing I need is someone making racist comments against me in every single class today. His mental rebuke wasn't necessarily directed at Mark though, more so just a snide hopefulness.
As the duo walked, Kamren found himself constantly outstretching his wings, trying to alleviate the tension of having them pinned in his seat for the duration of homeroom. This earned him a few snide looks from passersby but luckily no rude comments, or none that he noticed at least. That would've probably been different had he accidentally bumped someone with one of his wings, but luckily he did not. "Ugh," he complained. "Those seats definitely were not wing-friendly. You'd be surprised. These things-" he motioned back to his leathery appendages, "-are just a pain in the ass, more often than not. They get uncomfortable, they get in the way, y'know..." At this point he was just making some small talk to pass their time on the way to class.
"...but anyway, enough about me complaining," he giggled. "So, it sounds like you're from out of town, too? I actually just moved here from the West Coast myself," the dragon explained, just as they were reaching the library. Walking inside, Kamren recognized a couple of students from their homeroom period - he didn't see the white wolf, thank goodness - and he pulled out his phone, checking the time again. One minute to spare!
Looking at his phone, Kamren also thought briefly about Rocket Fox's card in his back pocket. I should definitely text him after class, he thought. I really do want to get to know him better...
The other students seemed to be rallying in the main lobby area of the school's library, with the teacher - Ms. Dancyon, the silver wolf - setting up an overhead projector to give a lecture, it seemed. Most likely just introductions, syllabus, checking out textbooks, et cetera. There were individual seats set up in a 'U' around the projection screen. Kamren motioned to two empty seats near the middle.
"So, uhh... Did you wanna sit together?" he asked Mark, hoping he'd agree since Kamren really didn't feel comfortable talking to anyone else at this point. He looked around at the other students sitting down...
Uh-oh... he thought, gulping a lump. In a seat far off in the corner of the lobby, a hooded canine sat with his head held down. It better not be him, the dragon prayed. But he already knew very well who it was.
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It worked. She knew shed kick up a shit storm if she followed him. He slowed feeling a sudden twang in his knee. Something hurt bad. Her grip mustve been a lot tighter than he thought. He sighed. His next class was english. With "dancy on your lap." he sighed. She always gave him this intense look. Almost like she was trying to figure him out. Or even..sympathy? Not the pity kind of sympathy. The i know you and i know why you hurt." kind of sympathy. Bah. But what did she know about pack violence..what did she know about holding friends with thier throats toren out as they bled out. What did she know about beatings. She was a pampered rich kid. Got a collage education and a degree, with a big enough ego to think she could change the world. Yeah. Good fucken luck. Little did he know what she had actually gone through. What shed seen.She knew how the packs were. Shed been there. But how could Guage know that? He didnt. To him her sympathy annoyed him just as much as her glares. He walked into her class in the library early since he hadnt had to migrate from another class. He sat alone in the door way as the other class mates hurried past. Whispering. One bird even pointed at Gauge. "What was that you feather brained f$!@" he said back and showed his teeth causing the bird and his buddies to quickly walk away. He went and sat at the back table and feeling alone he sighed. Gah..too much was going on today. His usually uptight, alpha male posture fell. He looked tired. Not sadistic, cruel, or Thug in any since of the word. Just..tired..beaten..and lonly.. He sighed again.then noticed being the only student ment hed gained samanthas full attention. The facade was back up as he tried to play off his lapse with a stretch. "What you lookin at. Why dont you teach huh? Stop starin and shit." he muttered as he pulled his hood up and laid his head down.
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Immediately bubblier than a glass of champagne, she responded. "Hey! Whats up, I'm Kasai!" Then, a pause in her speech. She whispered to him, "I'm just listening to the teacher, or my phones music, please don't tell I'm listening to music in class". That was adorable - she thought he cared in the slightest.
"Hey, girl, it's all good. I won't rat you out," he said, giving her a wink. "I'm Ave." He looked her over briefly once again. She was of the sort of fox he was sure he would have noticed before - the slim, curvy, cute kind. Yet he hadn't seen her before. Was she new here? He needed to ask her.
However, his thoughts were interrupted by the sudden motion of the teacher. The Newfoundland, who'd started lecturing on "the endurance of math" or some shit, was walking towards them - Kasai hurriedly put away her phone, even though they guy pretty obviously had no interest in either of them.
Ave was tired, he suddenly realized. This morning's events had gotten him excited, but that excitement had quickly worn off, especially with such a let-down of a conclusion. Gauge'd said he would make them - the otter-boy, gray-green fox, and half-breed - pay, but then he'd been talking with that panda. Seriously, what was up with him? Was he a wimp, or something like that? He'd been known to beat furs up in the past for the normal reasons, sure, but he shoulda growled at the panda the moment she came up to him and then walked away. What, did he think another species was attractive?
The lecture was boring. Ave was angry - but then again, he was always angry. Yawning, he turned to Kasai and gave her one last grin before laying down his head on his arms. If Gauge didn't make those three pay, then Ave would . . .
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Ave blinked open his eyes to the same room, with the Newfoundland still lecturing, now talking about significant figures. Damn, he'd hoped to wake up to the bell, not more of this.
Yet, his irritation quickly dissolved when he looked over at the clock on the wall to discover that it read at 9:28 - two minutes before first block would end. Turn up.
Turning to Kasai, he saw her looking at him. Then, she spoke up, and Ave was just a little surprised by what she asked. "Hey dude," she began, "what do you think of gaming?".
Gaming? What, was she into gaming? Ave had to admit, he'd never met a girl who'd been into it. Eh, she probably meant something dumb like Candy Crush or whatever.
Without waiting for a response, she put away her notebook before pulling out her phone and starting to play the mobile version of Nazi zombies.
Alright, not what he'd been expecting. A girl into the same kind of gaming as him? That was . . . sketch, at least a little. He wasn't really sure what he thought of it. But hey, she definitely seemed cool.
Then, of course, the teacher had to interrupt his thoughts. As Kasai, apparently in no position to put away the game while she was trying to fight off the hordes of the undead, glanced up at the teacher, Ave decided he'd do something before the guy noticed her phone. Okay, quick, think. He'd been talking about significant figures. Alright, um . . .
Hey, Mr.-" he quickly glanced at the board "-Boreas, is there ever, like, a time when you'd normally, uh, take out something because it wasn't significant, but the time is special, so you leave it in?" The teacher, now distracted away from Kasai, looked confused for a moment before he processed Ave's question.
"Well yes, there actually is!" he said finally, starting to get excited. Turning away, he started gruffing on again, and Ave, satisfied with himself, turned to Kasai and smiled at her.
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Having sat down at the back, he put his bag over the back of the chair, pulling out his notebook. Sighing heavily, as he quickly scrolled through the notes (and small drawings) from last year, he wasn't excited to write more down. At all. Trying to concentrate about the lecture, while still looking up and down from the blackboard to the notebook, scribbling it all down was a little stressing. But he did it. Who knows, it might come in handy for the exams. But only maybe. It didn't really seem like it, the last couple of years. Finding a blank page, he looked up at the teacher. Blah... blah... blah.... What was this? Nothing he really understood. Not much, anyways. Not interesting enough for him to really care, at least. Looking down at the notebook again, he began drawing multiple lines. Some straight, some curved, until it formed a figure. Not really any specific spieces. To be honest, it kinda looked like a... hybrid of some kind. Whatever, he muttered, as he closed it again, glancing up at the clock. 9:28. Well, at least the class was almost over. Leaning his head on his right paw, supportet by his elbow on the table, he gave a little sigh, looking around at the other students. There were some familiar faces, from the homeroom. Some guy was talking to a fox girl sitting next to him, about... something. He didn't really know, but didn't really care anyways. Pulling out his phone under the table, he looked at his arm-bandaids, writing down the number, saving it as a contact called Yuro. Smiling a bit, as he put it back in his pocket, he turned his attention to the clock again, just waiting for the class to be over.
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She rushed to her next class. Science, huh? Not my favorable subject but it'll do. She found the class and bowed apologetically. She sighed and sat down a down at her assigned seat. She tucked her tail under her chair after. She pulled out a notebook and pencil as the teacher told us to copy. She held up her arm and layed her head in her palm. Tiredly writing down the notes. 2nd block is after this. From all what happened today, hopefully its a good class.. She looked around the classroom, then the clock. Only a few more minutes. She tapped her pencil impatiently
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Thanks" Kasai replied to Ave."Wanna hang out at lunch or sometime after school.Because I do my homework in school so I have lots of free time exept on wendsays, when I have martial arts and basketball,and hockey.Also, If you want.......we can plat call of duty or some other game on my Xbox if you want.
"I like playing these games because I love to let my boredom on this shit,It makes me fell less bored when I play gun games.I hate hanging out with girls because all they talk about is make up, there phones, there dresses and other girly stuff.They also cause too much drama."
then Kasai looks at her schedule,"my next block is Science,what about you"Kasai gives a friendly smile to Ave.
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She went through two lessons easily and shut her laptop. She wrote down homework for herself; teach her little brother some of what she learned. He was always excited to learn things from her and it made her happy, prideful even. Her cellphone vibrated in her back pocket and she jumped a little. She had a text from her little brother. She smiled and read it.
"Ooh sounds fun :) what's his name?"
"Gauge, he's taking me for a ride on his motorcycle and I might not be home for dinner, how's school for you? ^~^ and I've got a few things to teach you in ASL!" She responded and put her phone back in her pocket. Tempest hopped down from the chair and put her laptop back in her bag, deciding to wander around the library and hopefully find a few books about Wicca or Paganism. She went to the "Religion" section but only found books about Christianity. She rolled her eyes and figured if this library was like that then she'd have to go to the "Supernatural" section. She huffed softly and found nothing. "Of course. I'll just see if I can go to a book store later." She murmured to herself and sat back down on the chair, going through old messages.
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Guage smelled them both walk in. Otter and dragon. Wow. Thier luck must really suck. He almost laughed at hiw unfair this was for them. And laugh he did. A short laugh loud enough to get some of the classes attention. He sat up "hey blender! I uh didnt know halloween was coming so soon where you get those horns? Ill slide by there myself. What are you supposed to be anyway? A lizard dressing as a wolf? No,no I got it! The creature that never should have been conceived...ah..much better ring to it dont you think?" he grinnex as the mostly canine class laughed and snickered. While the non canines just looked at them with pity, but were obviously glad they werent the targets. "And why dont you go check on your buddy and his girlie. Because i heard he aint doing so well hombres." he gestured to a fellow wolf. "Why jackson was just telling me he..fell out of a pretty tall tree...shame really. But Wolves shouldnt be climbing trees." he sighed as he looked in the otters eyes. Why was this how it- he cut the thought off quickly. " But i bet an otter like you would love to try wouldnt you mr. Outburst. Whatd yah say homie?" he grinned wickedly. This is wrong. No. This is life. Suck it up.
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"And why don't you go check on your buddy and his girlie. Because I heard he ain't doing so well hombres."
Gauge, the insufferable little shit he was, continued speaking, but Samantha didn't hear him over a ringing in her ears. At his mention of two students who she was sure were, Marcus and Yuro from her homeroom, she'd trouble focusing for a moment. Eyes down at the floor, she started to get lightheaded as it became physically difficult for her to stand.
Whatever had happened to them, it, it, it was her fault. It was her fault because she hadn't stepped up the moment they'd starting fighting. Because she hadn't stepped up the moment, um, Mark was his name, had sat down next to Gauge. When he'd sat there, she'd known he would get it. She'd known Gauge would react. In her foolish, self-saving cowardice, however, she'd concluded that it would be fine. That it would end with the phone, that everything would go back to normal, that it would end with Rocket, that it would end with Marcus, she'd told herself it would end at every damn step of the way. And when it didn't? That same cowardice had kept her from interfering on the principle of a possibility of losing her job. But what the hell kinda teacher was she if she didn't even break up a simple fight?!
Any pride or happiness she felt with stepping in to break it up earlier was immediately gone. Some students were hurt because of her. Nothing had prepared her for this. Nothing at all.
Already steadying herself on a bookshelf, Samantha watched from behind Gauge as he continued shouting slurs across the library at the dragon - whose name was one of the few she hadn't yet memorized from homeroom - and Mark. The other students watched, mostly laughing canines, but a few looked concerned or pitying. And even a few more looked at her for action. The librarians, too, their domain severely disturbed, looked to her to right the balance. And there she began to turn to anger - white-hot, wind-blowing-fast kind of anger. It instantly boiled in her, water overflowing and frothing up and out of a pot of her soul. She was desperately furious - more at herself than anything else - but that didn't mean she couldn't use that.
Grabbing a book off the shelf next to her - The Making of Thelma and Louise - she walked up silently behind Marcus. Although he had very well-toned senses as a wolf, she was willing to bet that his current focus on the door, along with her ability to move silently, something she'd honed over the years, would keep him distracted. And she appeared to be right as she, mouth pressed together to make a tight line, walked up right behind him and, raising the book to shoulder level, slammed it down on the desk right next to him, startling him.
"That is more than enough out of you, Gauge!" she spoke sternly, raising her voice a bit more than she normally would, although not quite as loud as in homeroom this morning. Looking at him - as he was now turned to face her and the interruption she brought - she searched his eyes, and he searched hers. They were in a game of time, the both of them, him trying to come up with the best thing to say back to her, her, well, searching. What was it that he valued? What was it that he wanted, something she could threaten to take away?
As a younger pup, she'd never participated in the pack violence at her school. Speciesism there had been surprisingly nonexistent, but that was only because the town's population was 99% canines, or something absurd like that. So she'd kept her head down. She'd avoided answering questions, silently done assignments and tests, even pretended to sleep to avoid the scarier classes. She'd wanted out of what she'd had, and she knew that education was the way there.
And that was what he did, wasn't it? Kept his head down. Avoided being a part of class. He wasn't quiet, no, definitely not, but she knew he had intelligence and understood her classes from their past interactions. Was he simply coping with High School in the same way as she had - trying to get out to something better - albeit on a different path than her? It didn't quite sound right to her, given everything she knew of him, but she wasn't sure she had much more time before he arrived at something to say back and got the next word in, and it was, well, it was the only thing she could think of.
Lowering her voice and putting her face closer to his own, she spoke up "Now you either keep down your voice or your head - or both, I really don't care - or so help me, I will flunk you right here, right now. And then you'll have to take this class again, and be at this school another year. Is that really what you want?"
Her face close to his, smelling his fur - it smelled like fresh cigarettes and old beer - she kept fire burning in her eyes as she waited for his response.
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She gazed outside through the windows of the classroom. Seeing sunlight make everything so.. Cheerful, bright. This day has been so horrific so far. Though relieving.. She sighed and looked at the clock. 9:29, one more minute.. She closed her eyes and started to wander in her own mind.
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His eyes spoke alot more than they had in a while. His facde fell in his surprise. He was scared.. And the way he flinched ment that loud noises were associated with lots of pain in his mind. But the eyes went from a cry for help to a cold glare in less than a split second. She had made the noise. She was threatening him. How had he delt with dad. If your intimidated..intimidate back or theyll continue to hurt you. He gave her a look that made her realize something. He could easily blame marcus for starting the fight. Insight him for a source of pack violence. Get him expelled. His eyes told her he'd gladly drag him down with him. He knew the rules. He could paint her as an unstable teacher. So hateful of canines. The canines in the class would be happy to back Guage up and the principle would gladly take the word of 4 wolves over 200 non canines. It wouldnt get her fired. But it would cast doubt on any claims she made. Just enough doubt to get him out of trouble. But who would save marcus? All the paper work in the world wouldnt distract the principle if guage brought that to the for front. The dog hated Guage. But he loved his father and brothers. Thats how Guage got away with more than half of what he did. He gave her a look that he hoped reminded her that. Then with a cold stare he put himself nose to nose with her rising at his full height. When intimidated. Intimidate back. Thoughts flashed through his mind. Bottles shattering on the back of his head. The venomous remarks, the beatings. The violence. He saw samanthas face. She knew what hed do. And he thought he saw fear behind her anger. She was scared. Cowardly. He knew it. She knew it. And so with Teeth bared he got nose to nose with her. "You think you scare me?" he growled looking her right in the eye. "Bring it bitch."
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She'd gotten to him. For a brief moment, she knew she'd caught him off-balance, brought crumbling down the construct of who he was that he worked so hard to build. And for a brief moment, she wished severely that she could see his face - she could tell from the way he jumped that she'd caught him unawares, but the moment he finally turned to look at her, anything that might have been different in his eyes was replaced with rage, rage that challenged her to keep it up.
If only she could have seen his eyes and gotten a better look at his soul.
As she spoke her threat, the two remained there, snout to snout, unmoving, looking at each other, before his face suddenly became a new mask. A knowing mask that said he understood something she presently didn't. A knowing mask that begged her to keep up and face the consequences of whatever it was he had to bring to the table. Think, Samantha, think - what could he possibly have to level against her? What power did he hold, other than the threat of physical conflict - something she'd doubt he'd bring to bear - or at least something she was sure he'd only bring to bear if pushed to snapping.
He was smart, but he wasn't conniving. He knew the information he knew, but he wasn't likely to know the things that only those with true wit and intelligence greater than what either of them possessed could know. So what was it?
Well, what could he take away from her? What could he make her lose? Her job? Not likely - Roger didn't even like Gauge that much, and given her track record of good behavior as a teacher, she doubted he could say anything that the Principal would believe.
. . .
In a split second, a new thought joined the others. One that whispered terrible, despicable possible realities into her ear, that stroked its hands through her fur to taunt her because she knew it was correct. "What if," the thought began, "he goes after the ones from this morning?" And that, really, was all it needed to say. Marcus, Rocket, that dragon hybrid, Mark, Yuro. Gauge could go after them physically, too, but that wasn't it - she'd been on the right track thinking about the school system earlier. He was threatening to bring that system down on them, and despite Roger's dislike for Gauge, he disliked non-canine species - "fangless" was probably the biggest derogatory term for them - and canines who defended fangless even more.
So despite her bluster, despite her bold words, she felt fear. She hid it behind her eyes, she kept her face level as they started at each other - but she knew he probably could tell she was fearful for the students anyways.
Then, to add to the whole situation, which was already terrible and not exactly getting better, he stood up to full height, which placed them almost nose to nose as she pulled her face back slightly and tracked his eyes with hers. His face was threatening, his body language aggressive - any hint of her younger self that she sometimes saw in him was completely and absolutely gone, replaced by his apparent need to not look weak. Thing was, she wasn't sure if he was trying not to look weak more for the canines around him, or for himself.
Baring his teeth, he finally spoke up, their staring - which had quieted down the entire library to noise levels far below the students normally cared to keep - having gone on uncomfortably long. "You think you scare me?" he asked, growling. Then - "Bring it bitch".
She didn't mind the word, bitch. Well, she minded it as an insult. She didn't like hearing it used for herself. But still, she got it enough at this school that she'd taken to just ignoring it. It was a word, and what did she honestly care if dumb students used it? But now, in this situation right here, she had to care. Samantha wasn't particularly one who cared for or about power. Minor authority was something she, as a teacher, accepted. But she didn't really get all up in arms about students undermining her, or whatever.
However, here was a critical point. If she backed down in front of the entire library right now, she was signaling to them that Gauge was free to do whatever he wanted with regards to his disruption and speciesism. And in that case, it meant she was dealing with something greater than her authority - she would either be standing up to or backing down to a very literal representation of speciesism. She couldn't back down. She just couldn't.
Thinking for a moment, Samantha found that a wonderful idea quickly popped into her head. Mind made up, she moved her face back away from his, eyes still attached to his own. Face breaking out into a mirroring "I know something you don't" mask, she clucked softly before speaking. "Fine then, Gauge. You have lunch detention today, with me. And we will continue this discussion there." Finally breaking her eyes away, she began to turn before she looked back at him, face yet again serious, knowing smile gone. "Oh, and if you've anything further to say, at all, about them or anyone like them," she gestured to Mark and the dragon hybrid, "then you'll say it to me then, not now." Finishing her turn, she began to walk away to the projector, grimly satisfied with herself. He'd backed her into a corner (something, she suspected, he felt had been done to him before that), so she'd backed him right back into the wall. If he skipped out on it, he'd be backing down from a teacher. And if he came - well, Samantha knew, or was at least somewhat confident she knew - a way to begin handling her Gauge problem.
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Tempest slowly approached the class, watching the whole scene go down and she laid her ears back. She stood behind a wall of books, keeping herself hidden until the teacher walked away. She waited until everyone's attention was away from Gauge before she quietly approached him. Gently tugging on his pant leg to get his attention, she motioned him to follow her with a nod towards a wide row of bookshelves before she went behind them. She hoped he'd follow, almost certain he wouldn't want others to see him talking to someone like her, she knew how that went. People always thought she was a ditz just because she was friendly, but no one really ever said she wasn't. If they saw someone like him talking to someone "like her", he'd probably beat some people up for talking about it. She hoped to try and impress him a little by telling him she was trilingual and that she really loved algebra and science. She shook her head and sighed softly. That was if he cared about her intelligence or personality. He doesn't seem like the person to be impressed with school smarts, but she had some street smarts too. She was pretty active and loved visiting the woods to jump and swing from tree to tree. Maybe he would like the river? She stopped and waited to see if he followed her. Her plans would have to wait.
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As they walked together to English - a pair of misfits in this school, they'd both found - Mark reflected on how strange this whole day had been. He had to admit, he'd always been wary of dragons - the few he'd met had been quiet, reserved, and generally intimidating. Plus, they had abilities - many could breathe fire, for example - that other species considered unnatural. Nonetheless, Kamren was friendly and approachable, and apparently liked to laugh. So that was good.
During the trek to English - during which time Mark was pretty sure he would have gotten more dirty looks from canines if not for the dragon next to him stealing the show - Kamren outstretched his wings several times, apparently uncomfortable. Mark, concerned, was about to ask what the problem was before Kamren spoke up instead. "Ugh. Those seats definitely were not wing-friendly," face in discomfort. Mark couldn't help but snort slightly as he smiled.
"Well, what were you expecting out of this" he motioned to the structure around them "particular school? They're not exactly gonna make it easy for you like other places would" Mark finished. Kamren immediately responded, motioning back to his wings as he did so.
"You'd be surprised. These things are just a pain in the ass, more often than not. They get uncomfortable, they get in the way, y'know..." his voice trailed off for a moment, creating a lull in the conversation. They were apparently both masters at small talk. "...but anyway, enough about me complaining," he giggled. "So, it sounds like you're from out of town, too? I actually just moved here from the West Coast myself," he forged on as they reached the library doors. As he checked his phone, Mark perked up, excited to find somebody who'd moved here from the same place as himself. What if they'd lived, like, one town over from each other? That would be something crazy.
Mark was about to speak up and ask him where he was from before suddenly Kamren spoke again, gesturing to the half-circle of chairs set up around a projector, which Ms. Dancyon was walking away from, going behind a bookshelf towards the back of the library. "So, uhh . . . did you wanna sit together?" he asked, unsure.
Mark smiled, turning to him and looking every so slightly down at his new acquaintance's eyes. Confusing and upsetting feelings or no, he enjoyed Kamren's company. "Sure, I would! Where were you . . ." his voice trailed off as he saw a form with its head down on the desk. Gray hoodie, black pants, he recognized the figure instantly. Gauge was in here. "Shit," he whispered, turning to face Kamren. "You see him too . . . ?" Kamren's face spoke the answer as he gulped a little, eyes suddenly gone from happier to scared-er.
Simultaneously, just when matters hadn't seemed able to grow worse, the canine's head lifted from his desk to look at them, distaste in his features as an ugly grin grew on his face and he let loose on them a quick chuckle. "Hey blender!" he started in, "I uh didn't know halloween was coming so soon where you get those horns? I'll slide by there myself." Mark quickly glanced over at Kamren, watching as embarrassment and . . . what was that? Shame? Mark couldn't believe what this absolute ass was doing to Kamren. Still, though, the guy's voice marched on. "What are you supposed to be anyway? A lizard dressing as a wolf? No, no I got it! The creature that never should have been conceived . . . ah . . . much better ring to it don't you think?"
The inner spring of anger that Mark had earlier sampled water from was gone, nowhere to be found. Instead, the more familiar presence of defeat and disappointment - something he didn't feel often, but still experienced more than anger - was there as Mark stared sadly at the wolf spewing things at them. Kamren's face only continued to look more downcast as other canine students in the classroom smiled or even laughed at the remarks being pushed their way, the non-canines (fangless was the slur he hadn't been able to remember!) stared on, some giving them very minor inclinations of pity.
"And why don't you go check on your buddy and his girlie. Because I heard he ain't doing so well hombres." Mark stopped at this. What the hell was the guy talking about? He searched his brain for just a moment before he very suddenly remembered distantly registering the gray and green wolf and the Sergal from homeroom talking after the outburst this morning. Mark's eyes grew and breathing quickened as he felt his ears grow cold with fear - what did Gauge mean? Was the blustering to get a rise out of them, or did he actually . . . had somebody already gotten to them?
Gauge gestured to a wolf sitting near him. "Why jackson was just telling me he . . . fell out of a pretty tall tree . . . shame really. But Wolves shouldnt be climbing trees." Mark felt that anger rising again in him, but it was easily and swiftly overshadowed by a more primal emotion - fear. Fell out of a tall tree? What was that supposed to mean? Was that some kind of secret canine code for something?
And how the hell could this happen in a public school? Why hadn't the government stepped in and done something? Maybe Mark should, he didn't know, tell somebody. Or something, anything! Before his thoughts could continue, Gauge interrupted them, now speaking directly to Mark. "But I bet an otter like you would love to try wouldn't you Mr. Outburst. What'd yah say homie?" he asked, mouth agape and showing his pointed teeth in an ugly imitation of a smile. Mark turned his head, looking at Kamren, mouth open slightly. Should he just not say anything? Express disinterest? This morning seemed to have proven he couldn't count on at least this particular teacher to intervene, so what should he do when he couldn't rely on her and didn't want to fight this guy?
Mark was so caught up looking to Kamren for help that he didn't notice Samantha, who came up behind Gauge with a book and slammed it down on his desk, cutting him off before the wolf could say anything further. Mark jumped just a little, taken completely by surprise in the relatively quiet library - though the room was now completely silent. Standing on Gauge's right, Samantha spoke at him, bending slightly to be close to his face. "That is more than enough out of you, Gauge!" she said sternly, words clipped, fangs showing a little. She wasn't as loud as this morning, but now there was something in her . . . something more. Something calculating. It scared Mark, and it took even Gauge a moment to recover his posturing. She paused for a moment before speaking in a voice silent enough Mark might have had to normally strain to hear it - but the completely enraptured room provided a low enough noise level that Mark had no trouble picking up on what she said. "Now you either keep down your voice or your head - or both, I really don't care - or so help me, I will flunk you right here, right now. And then you'll have to take this class again, and be at this school another year. Is that really what you want?"
Now, Mark had to admit, he found it an odd threat to make. If he wasn't mistaken, what she'd just offered would be just what this guy would want, so . . . perhaps it was just all she had to say? Perhaps it was about the worst she could threaten him with? Mark didn't know how bad the faculty here was with the speciesism that the students exhibited - yet given how rampant it clearly was, Mark could only guess that the faculty at large didn't really make efforts to prevent it, so it was possible she'd nobody else to back her up on any education-related threats she made.
Mark's attachment was drawn back to the two as Gauge stood up to his full height - which, amusingly enough, only placed him on the same level as Samantha. The two stood there facing off, not saying anything, as they stared at each other, eyes drilling into the other's skulls. The moment was punctuated by the bell signaling tardiness to 1st block ringing - which only seemed to make the whole thing even more like a showdown at high noon, or whatever.
For what seemed at least a minute or two, the pair stared at each other, surrounded by a vacuum of noise as everybody anticipated what would happen next. Finally, Gauge spoke. "You think you scare me? Bring it bitch". The invitation was simple and threatening, and Mark instantly felt bad for Samantha. Gauge'd just taken this up to a triple-dog-dare, and if she didn't do anything, she was basically inviting the wolf to do whatever the hell he pleased, whenever the hell he pleased to do it.
Yet, instead of escalating the situation further with the attempted use of intimidation, she moved her face away from his - they'd been almost touching noses - and instead smirked at him. "Fine then, Gauge. You have lunch detention today, with me. And we will continue this discussion there." She began to turn away before adding: "Oh, and if you've anything further to say, at all, about them or anyone like them, then you'll say it to me then, not now." And with that, she immediately went back to her projector, typing in a password to open the laptop as the projector itself warmed up.
Shit. That right there had been something hardcore, and Mark wasn't really sure what he'd witnessed go down, he just knew it was very, very serious. What was she gonna do? Talk to him? What was to stop him from beating her up? As these questions flicked at his brain, he suddenly saw a very small red panda come up to Gauge, tugging on his pants and motioning something to him before leaving as he watched her. And wait, hadn't Mark seen her earlier today? Where at? In homeroom? And what was she doing, being buddy-buddy with him? Didn't she know damn well what that meant?
Plagued by all of his confusion, Mark turned to Kamren, clearing his throat. "So, you, uh, you wanna go sit down?" Couldn't at least a little bit of this day not be distressing in some way or another?
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Detention. Ultimate cop out. She wasnt following through on her threat but she wasnt backing down either. Well played. Most teachers just wanted him oit of thier class shed just vouleentered for an extra round if Gauge in her life. Ballsy. She hadnt won though. Her precious little fangless students wouldnt last a week. Then everything would be back to normal. Everything would- he felt a tug on his leg. Tempest? Shit. She was saying something but he could focus on it as his mind reeled at what to say. She wanted him to go talk to her by the book cases. He felt a million canine eyes waiting for him to squash her like a bug. He had to think fast. Then he knew what to do. "Whatever. I already gotta spend detenion with that bitch. Why spend anymore time than i have to." he huffed. As she went to wait. "Im gunna go talk prices with this panda. She wants the good stuff you feel homie?" he said, loud enough for the room hear, to Jackson who nodded. Typical drug, alcohol, and contraband selling Gauge.the rascal. He Almost laughed. It was fine to talk to another species if he was doing something illegal. But if he just wanted to date her. Whooooaaa that was terrible..the pack confused him sometimes....wait..did he just say date. He pulled up his hood as he felt a blush come on. Date her..date her..nice ring to it that. And he grabbed his bag. He moved off to the book cases as other students went back to thier daily tasks. "Tempest?" he whispered looking around. He finally found her and walked over almost collapsing next to her as he laid his back against the book case. Keeping up walls took alot of work. Always saying almost exactly the opposite of what you wanted to. Having to think in a different way..it was exhausting.At least there was someone here he could at least lower them when he was around them. He looked over at Tempest who was now at face level. "What do you want. Im busy." it was gruff. But with an undertone of softness. His face didnt change either. Stone cold indifference. But his eyes had a softness in them. only someone who was looking for it would hear and see. This little panda was his only friend. And if she was for real about sticking with him she'd have to understand how he was..he hoped that when she did she wouldnt run..but he wouldnt blame her.
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She bit her lip and looked around to make sure no one should see them, then she suddenly hugged him around the neck, nuzzling the side of his face. She spoke real softly "I understand your temper, I can tell you've been through a lot and you feel like you need to keep a high profile around everyone and I'm glad that you loosen up around me," she sighed softly and hugged a bit tighter, standing on her toes. She wasn't sure what else to say but if she didn't speak he might just push her away and leave. She smiled against his cheek and purred softly. "And we Red Pandas have teeth similar to canines, so you could say I was. My ancestors were weasels of all kinds though and I think a few bears at one point, but It's not like people would correct you. We have big canine teeth, but we're all vegetarian. " She giggled quietly. "Do you think it'd work? Or do I have to be undeniably dog?" She pulled back to look at his face, softly putting her hands on his shoulders. Showed him her teeth and giggled softly. "They're kinda scary, right?"
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"Yup. That's..." Kamren didn't even know the wolf's name, as he whispered to Mark. But he was sure Mark knew the exact individual the dragon was referring to. Probably the last canine Kamren was hoping to see in this class. But, he looks like he's sleeping. Maybe he won't even notice that I'm here...
But just as he thought that, Kamren heard that oh-so-familiar voice. Hey, blender! Stopping in his tracks, the dragon flinched. Here we go, he braced himself.
And sure enough, the jackass had already started spewing out ugly comments toward them both. Refusing to even look at the guy - Kamren was picturing the most hideous, wicked smile on the dude's face - the dragon just stared down at his boots, breathing heavily. Little wisps of smoke flew from his nostrils every few breaths. He didn't even think to glance over at Mark, see how he was holding up. Just please... he thought. Just... no more, please... He was being made a complete fool of, in front of everyone.
Kamren's ears perked up when he heard the teacher - Ms. Dancyon - raising her voice. Thank God! He watched as Gauge stood up, going toe to toe with her. God, how much nerve does this guy have? But at least the attention had been drawn away from the dragon, the entire class staring in awe as the student and wolf made their Cold War threats at each other.
From the fiasco, Gauge - that was his name, Kamren had finally heard - had earned a lunch detention. That was something. A little bit of retribution for his behavior, at least. And Kamren was glad that Ms. Dancyon had intervened much sooner than she had in homeroom. I should go thank her later, he thought. And then as if nothing had happened, she went back to setting up the overhead projector as before, the class settling down into their seats.
Gauge had left, too. To who-knew-where. Kamren hadn't even seen him leave. Whatever.
Kamren's thoughts were interrupted by Mark's voice. "Oh, yeah, uhh, sure..." Kamren sighed, rubbing at an eye. His paw wiped away a single tear that had been welling up. "The creature that never should have been conceived"...
It was at this moment that the dragon discovered that he'd had a death grip on the otter's paw throughout the whole thing. How had he not noticed that he'd done that? Why had he done that?
Feeling a hot blush creeping up his cheeks, he immediately released Mark's paw from his own. "I-I'm sorry...!" he breathed. "Y-yeah, let's uhh... Let's sit down." Kamren hurriedly paced over to his seat, sitting down with his paws clasped in his lap.
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Kasai gathers her notebooks and crap.She gets up from her seat and takes out her phone to text her dad. She texts:
Hey dad.School is going great right now.Also please don't foret about my basket ball martial arts and hockey on wedsday!
bye!!
Kasai waits for Ave to awnser about her invitation to her place after school or lunch.She hopes Ave can be her new friend.
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Slam. The moment the book held by Ms. Dancyon banged down on the desk next to Gauge, Mark had jumped a little, so busy was he looking at Kamren, and therefore not seeing the teacher creeping up behind Gauge.
Kamren, however, had a different reaction entirely. To begin with, he was clearly startled, for he had been looking down at his shoes and had also not seen the silvery wolf coming with the book.
However, his paw-talon also instantly flew to Mark, deathly tight, gripping his paw.
Mark's immediate reaction was to pull away. Or at least, that was almost his immediate reaction. The furred paw-talon (palon?) was warm with claws that dug ever so slightly into Mark's own webbed fingers, but he didn't care. His heartbeat elevated, breath quickened, eyes wide, Mark breathed in, surprised. The surprise, combined with his lack of interest in males or holding hands with them, almost caused him to pull away.
His lack of interest in males or in holding hands with them. But was it . . . ?
Nah, it was. It definitely was. Whatever he felt at any point in time about Kamren, or anybody else, or Kamren, was just a passing thing. It wasn't something that would stay, he, he believed that.
His lack of interest in males or in holding hands with them.
He refrained from pulling away, however, because he knew he'd an entirely different reason to hold Kamren's hand - he'd seen the dragon this morning, seen how he'd taken the comments about him and his lineage. The poor guy was clearly vastly unprepared for such treatment, and furthermore, didn't take it well. If he was holding Mark's hand for comfort, then Mark would give him that comfort - so he did not pull away, and instead squeezed his hand just a little in return. He wanted to be there for him, because the clear speciesism Mark had so far experienced was awful, so he couldn't even imagine how Kamren, as a hybrid, felt.
Furthermore, once he was no longer absolutely shocked and had gotten his thoughts in order, Mark moved his body slightly in his best attempt to block view of the hand holding from everybody else still in the library. He didn't want them to see this, because given Gauge's earlier comments about Kamren's boots - did your boyfriend pick them out for you, or something like that - Mark guessed that the homophobia here was probably as rampant as the speciesism. And frankly, Mark didn't want to take that crap himself, and he definitely didn't want Kamren to have to take part in it because he needed a little comfort. Hell, judging from Kamren's continued gaze at the floor, Mark wasn't even sure if Kamren knew he'd grabbed Mark's paw.
Just as quickly as the argument started, it ended. Ms. Dancyon immediately went back to setting up class, and Gauge followed the little red panda to who knows where, throwing a comment over his shoulder about buying some contraband, or something, which didn't even earn a glance from Ms. Dancyon. They were still holding hands, a fact that made Mark even more sure that Kamren was not cognizant of their current contact.
Mark was okay if it didn't stop, even though his hand felt just a little crushed right now from the guy's tight grip. He didn't want it to end, even though he did, even though he didn't. However, the students were beginning to get back to their normal activities, turning to books, the teacher, and each other, and despite Mark's best attempts to angle his body and prevent the others from knowing they were holding hands, he was sure it was bound to happen that somebody would see them.
So, with his best attempts at tact, Mark very gently cleared his throat before speaking up. "So, you, uh, you wanna go sit down?" he asked, apparently bringing Kamren out of his current state - likely a shame-filled, positively negative reverie.
"Oh, yeah, uhh, sure . . ." he said with a sigh. He reached up with his free paw to wipe at his eye, although Mark saw no tears on his cheeks. As Mark watched him, the dragon's face went through a brief state of confusion before it reached one of realization - and he immediately released the hold he had on Mark's paw, face shying away as the green on his cheek was tainted with red, giving the surface an almost warm-yellow blush. "I-I'm sorry . . . !" he stuttered out. Then, "Y-yeah, let's uhh... Let's sit down."
They both began to walk to a pair of open chairs on the fringe of the "U" arrangement around the projector. Mark was unsure about whether or not he should say something - on the one hand, he could speak up and let Kamren know that what the dragon had done was fine, that Mark was cool with it, even though he wasn't in for, yunno, that. On the other hand, the guy was clearly embarrassed enough, and Mark didn't want to make him feel worse by accidentally saying something that would further exacerbate his distress - a possibility Mark found entirely likely from his own past social slip-ups.
As they both sat down, the dragon placing his paws in between his legs as embarrassment continued to plague his face, Mark decided to speak up instead of staying quiet. "It, that, um, it was alright, you know. You, uh, you needed somebody to feel comforted by, right? I get that." Mark stammered out the awkward sentence, stumbling a bit over his words, hoping by god that he wouldn't say something to make it worse.
Oh, and I'm not into that. He thought the sentence, almost said it as he opened his mouth, but ultimately didn't. This wasn't about what he was or was not into, it was about comforting Kamren. Mark looked around for Gauge - but thankfully, there was no sign of him anywhere near, and 1st block ultimately passed uneventfully, Mark sitting next to Kamren, who occasionally stretched or shifted his wings (sometimes brushing Mark in the process). Ms. Dancyon explained the class expectations and requirements as would be expected, passing out this week's vocab for a quiz on Friday before passing out copies of the first book they would read. It was the classic A Treatise on Species, by Charlie Radlose, a book Mark knew of as a staple of High School lit, but hadn't read.
Once the bell finally rang for the class switch, Mark gathered up his things, looking at the next class on his sheet - National History Honors - before turning to Kamren and smiling as he slung his pack over his shoulder. "So," he asked, "what's your next class?"
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(finally XP )
Yuro heard the bell ring and she got up. Grabbing her bag and places her things back inside. Stretching a bit as she exited the room. Science, science.. She roamed the hallway, looking for the classroom. Keeping her tail close. Then she spotted it. She shyly entered the classroom. No ones here yet.. She saw the teacher sitting there going through his laptop. First male teach i've seen so far, and a black panther as well. He was well toned for an adult. Pretty good looking. He looks pretty mello and serious. He twitched his ears as he noticed i was standing there. Gesturing me to my seat with a pen. Not much of a social cat.. I slowly sat down. As soon as i did students came in.
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Guage flinched at the touch. Not because it was unwelcome. On the contrary. He liked it alot. It was mostly from surprise. He was thinking hard while she was speaking but caught most of it. The important thing was she knew. Knew how he was and didnt shy away. Wow, what a woman. He nocticed she was showing him surprimgly canine teeth. Werent pandas vegetarian? He hadnt expected that. He was so interested he didnt realize she was trying to prove she was like him. But he reached that point quickly enough. "Oh no dont bite me!" he said with mock fear as they both laughed. "I wouldnt worry about whether or not your like me. I act how i do because..because of them." he gestured to the class behind him. "You cant really show weakness around here." he said finally. Holding her close. "But dont worry. No ones going to mess with me about it. They know ill cave thier head in. Until thier brain leaks out." he laughed before realizing her eyes had gone wide and her ears had gone back. He kicked himself mentally.of course violence wasnt that humorous to a non wolf. It was actually pretty sick. So he sat in an akward silence for a moment waiting for her to say something as the bell rang. Saved by the bell. He thought as he gave her a squeeze and rose. "Comon. Ill..uh..walk you to class if you want?" he asked slowly. "I have mr.knight next and the more of his class i miss the better. Weve...had our differences..ill catch enough heat if he finds out i beat someone up. Even if i didnt its always me in his mind. Aves responisble for half the stuff knight mentally blames me for id be willing to bet." Gauge sighed. "In fact i think hes the leader of the "lets get Gauge expelled." club." finally Willing himself to stand and get his walls ready. Guage gave tempest another squeeze before standing.
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Her laugh was high, soft, and hardy. When laughing, she would always cover her mouth and nose for fear of people hearing one of her biggest insecurities; she snorted when she laughed too hard. Her face relaxed and it seemed like she always had a smile on her face around him. She pulled back slowly. "I don't believe in violence unless it's absolutely necessary." She giggled and bit her bottom lip, stepping back a little and looking up at him. "Sure, that'd be nice." Her tail swished back and forth and she got her bag from the back of the nearby chair she was sitting on. Looking up at him, she tilted her head and eyed him a little. "So, prices huh?" She giggled softly and spoke in a low whisper. "Have any pot? Or was that just an act?" She glanced at the floor before returning her gaze back up at him. "Hehe maybe that's what we could do after school, I know a really good spot." She stuck her tongue out at him and smiled in a way that could both mean she was serious or joking, depending on how he took it. She started towards the library doors and waited for him to follow.
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Almost lowering his head down to the table to rest it there again, his ears picked up the sound of the ringing bell. Raising up his head again, he looked around, as the other students got up to leave, so he quickly threw his notebook and pen back into his bag, standing up, flung it over his shoulder... "Ow!", he quietly muttered, as that were one of the areas he was hurt. Leaning down, supporting himself with a paw on the table, he took a few breaths, before leaning back up, walking out of the classroom. Soo, what's next?, he thought, as he wished for it not to be PE. He took out his schedule, looking down at it. Biologi. Hmm. That wasn't too bad. It definitely wasn't his favorite subject, but it was ok. Walking down the hallway, he kept an eye on the room numbers (still getting eyes from students everywhere), until he found the right one. He reached for the door handle, about to pull down, just as a big, well-toned fox pushed him to the side. "Out of the way, mummy!", he said, as Marcus quickly grabbrd the edge of the door way for support. But why? He was a canine too. His reputation about helping the sergal, a non-canine, must have had gotten spread. Oh, that's just great..., he thought with a sigh, as he walked inside, finding a seat around the middle section, sitting down, putting his bag next to the table.
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Jake looked up slightly. Looking at the students that just came in. A fox that shoved the injured looking wolf. He wondered, isn't that the guy that the kids were talking about earlier. Something about helping a sergal and a fight. Maybe it was Ave.. Or either Gauge.No matter.. No time for another argument with these kids. He looks back down as he sways his thick long black tail. Waiting for everyone to be seated. The class began to get louder and louder. Jake started to get annoyed and he stood up. Slamming his paw against the board, everyone stopped and stared at him. He nodded and crossed his arms. Leaning against the board.Then with his deep rough voice he said, "Ok, i'm Mr. knight. Obiviously i teach different categories of science. I have only three rules. 1. Always pay attention 2. No talking unless i say so 3. No violence, or your dealing with me." he glared at the class.
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Kamren fidgeted uncomfortably in his seat for the remainder of the class period. First off, he was still retaining those insults Gauge had been spewing at him in a very tender spot in his mind. Before long though, the dragon did manage to tuck them away, trying his utmost to listen to Ms. Dancyon's lecture.
Which really wasn't that much of a lecture, actually. Just going over the class syllabus, class expectations, grading scale, upcoming assignments, and so on. Kamren's first assignment - due tomorrow, actually - was to be a quick, one-page autobiography. Things like where he'd come from, where he was planning on going after high school, that sort of thing. Just that sort of basic first-day paper for the teacher to get to know her students and give a first evaluation of their writing skills.
Kamren hated writing, actually. Especially when it came to writing about himself. In fact, an English class had been the only class in high school he'd ever received a 'B' in, effectively costing him his 4.0 grade point average. He was determined to ace this class, however.
He jotted down the assignment details in his weekly planner.
Despite his efforts to remain focused on Ms. Dancyon's ramblings, however, the dragon's thoughts kept meandering back to his embarrassing act from before. God, that was awkward... For all he knew, Mark probably thought he was a freak by now. I mean, who even DOES that? Just grabbing his paw like that - I don't even know him, Kamren mentally berated himself. His face was feeling hot again merely thinking about it, sending shivers up his spine. Granted, he'd been unfairly antagonized in front of everyone, and he'd done it out of a desperation for some comfort.
Or maybe you just wanted an excuse to hold his paw, his conscious mused at him. It had indeed been comforting after all, from what the dragon remembered. Hopefully no one else had seen the show.
As if on cue, the otter sitting next to him broke the silence between them. Kamren had hardly even acknowledged him since they'd sat down.
When he heard Mark speak, Kamren was pretty sure he was getting goosebumps, a light pink blush ever-so-slightly-visible under the green fur on his cheeks.
"O-oh," the dragon muttered back, very clearly embarrassed, though a little surprised that the otter was being so chill about it all. "Well, umm... Thank you. I, uhh... I really did need that. Th-thank you." He scratched an itch between his horns, looking over at the otter next to him, smiling.
For the rest of the period, Kamren took notes relatively silently thereafter. He occasionally bumped Mark with one of his wings to which he whispered a casual "Sorry!" here and there, until he was forced to uncomfortably fold in his wings as tight as possible. During that time, Ms. Dancyon handed out copies of their first book for the year, A Treatise on Species, which had actually been one of the assigned readings for Kamren's English class the year before at his old school. Kamren copied down "Read thru CH 5 - Quiz Fri" in his planner.
And before long the school bell rang, signaling the end of first block. As he packed up his things and got up to leave the classroom, he was approached by Mark again. He wasn't sure whether he should continue to be embarrassed, but at any rate Mark didn't seemed to be bothered in the slightest. And at any rate, Kamren found himself happy to be talking to him. Which left him hoping that he'd be able to call Mark his friend before long.
AND he's cute. There's no way he's into that, though. Hell, Kamren wasn't even one hundred percent sure what side he played on, for that matter.
"Oh! Uhh, I think..." Kamren was recalling his class schedule, while pulling out his planner where he'd copied it down during class. "...umm, AP Calculus. With... Ms. Drescher." Hopefully not the same one that played Fran Fine in The Nanny.
"Anyway," Kamren said as they were headed out the classroom. "I guess this is where we part ways... But, umm... It was really nice meeting you, Mark. And, umm... Thank you again for, y'know, being there for me today. I, uhh... Hang on." The dragon wrote his first and last name and a set of 10 digits on a page corner in his agenda, before tearing it out and presenting it to the wolf. "I don't have any business cards," he chuckled. "But if you'd like... If you wanted to maybe hang out at lunch, feel free to shoot me a text... But anyway. I gotta get going, the math department's all the way on the other side of the school."
Turning to head off to Calculus, he turned his head to get one last look at the otter. "Talk to you soon!" he called back, starting down the halls of the campus.
Kamren was smiling to himself as he walked, checking his e-mail on his phone as he did so. He'd found a friendly face in all of the madness so far that was his first day of school. Hopefully he'd see him at lunch, or possibly after school, or...
Wait. Don't get too ahead of yourself, Kammy.
That reminds me! He thought, pulling a familiar orange and black card out from his back pocket. I should thank Rocket, too. Stopping just outside the door to Calculus class, leaning against a wall, Kamren copied down the number on Rocket's business card into the contacts of his phone.
Quickly he wrote out a message reading, "Hey there! It's Kam from homeroom, the green dragon. It was nice to meet you today, and thank you :3"
Pressing send, the dragon clicked the phone's lock button, shoved it back into his pocket, walked into the nearly empty classroom and sat down.
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Guage walked tempest to class enjoying her easy company and got her there just befkre the tardy bell rang. He grabbed an excuse from her teacher for "showing her how to get there" and let her crawl up and gave her a light squeeze. "After school. Out front. Ill bring the bike around to pick you up." he said as she crawled down and he left. He heard laughter as he came around the corner. "Yeah im not kidding! Big bad Guage was walking some giggly air head to class. One of those weird little things. Like pandas but tiny." a fox was saying to his buddies. He didnt see Gauge coming but his buddies sure did as they turned and walked away. "Hey where are you..guys..." The fox caught his scent and turned slowly. "O-oh h-hey Guage..homie..uh look i-" the punch slammed into a locker next to his head so hard it slighlty dented it. "You were just kidding right? What you ment to say was how beautifully kind and smart she is right?" he said dangerously. The fox nodded vigorously. "And im sure youll be posting that on furbook tonight. And sgaring it with everyone so they know too right?" he said his mouth turning into a dangerious smile. "I..i am?" he said with a gulp. "You are!" Guage said in a voice that had changed to a dangerous sort of friendly. "R..right..i..i am " he said as he turned and quicjly followed his friends path. "Ill be watching! If it doesnt happen tgis locker is being replaced by your face and i bet its a lot less resilient to denting!" he called as he turned in a huff and walked into mr.knights class five minutes late. He placed the excuse on the table feelingbthe usual glare from the panther he always got.he and dancy should be buddies. So much in comon. He thought to himself. Then be smelt her. That scent. Surgal. He looked up to see anger management herself shooting death lazers out of her eyes at him. Getting her bent out of shape might be a little fun actually. "Hey no need for all that i come in peace and i can take you to the principles office if you need to see our leader." he grinned. That got the chuckles going canines laughed while fangless suddenly became quite interested in thier desks. "But seriously. Im just kidding. As a matter of fact.. I recall hearing a rumor you helped a fellow wolf! Poor guy fell out of a tree. Give him my condolences for his lost dignity." he grinned but i hoped he learned his lesson. What if your not there and he falls out of a taller tree..thatd be a shame.." he said looking mockingly concerned. The class continued to laugh until Knight did his while paw slap and icy glare routine and shut em all up before bringing that glare to bear on Gauge who took the hint. "Well. Be seeing yah. You ought to let me check out the ufo sometime." he grinned wicjedly as he went back to the very far right corner desk that migjt as well be reserved for him as supressed snickers came from the class. They died out as another icy glare made them all focus.
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Having sat down around the middle, putting his bag next to him, Marcus took a few seconds to look around the classroom. Hey, that's Yuro, he thought, as he spotted her. Giving a mile, he was about to give a little wave, as he smelled a familiar scent. Please no... just, no..., he thought, closing his eyes, slowly turning back, seeing Gauge go through the classroom door. Great... just what I needed..., he thought, giving him an annoyed glare. As Gauge began to insult Yuro though, he began to feel anger. Anger, that build up from the tip of his toes to the tip of his ears. He could take insults pointed at himself. Hey, he was used to it. But insults towards his friends? That was too much. Just as he was about to stand up, yelling back at him, Gauge began to talk about him... the tree story? That got spread?..., he thought, raising an eyebrow. Still, he felt angry, sad and annoyed at the same time. About to open his mouth to shut him up, the teacher gave a a big bang, as he slammed his paw against the board. A little schocked, Marcus looked up at him, listening to what he had to say, still keeping an eye on Gauge, in the corner of his eye, watching him seating down behind him. But this teacher... he didn't seem like someone that liked to beat around the bush. He seemed like someone, that would get straight to the point. He... kinda liked that. Maybe he could shut up Gauge. Better than Ms. Dancy at least.
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Jake looked at the pink sergal as she turned away and looked out the window. Scratching the desk lightly, trying to calm herself down i guess. Jake groaned from the immaturity of all the quiet snicker. Oh Gauge, the usual big talk of the school. Seems so tough and scary to everyone around him. Jake glanced at Gauge grinning mischievously in the back. Even though he's as soft and weak as a worm. Looks like he doesnt look like his usual rough,stern look. His face seems to have a soft expression on it, odd. Was it that panda earlier? From all the talk of the school, it seems she's only attracted to the bad boys. Never knew he was into small species. Well whatever, gotta get on with the lesson.. He sighed and began to introduce the topic of life. Where it began and how it develops. Reading from a biology book and placing notes of the board. Showing examples and expressing the meaning of it.
She smiled as she saw Marcus walked in. She perk her head up as her joy rose. Hey it's him. Hopefully he's ok. Then she saw Gauge walked in.Yuro was angry she couldn't believe she was in the same class as him. She tried concealing her thought but then gauge said what if i wasn't there for marcus next time. She saddened and lowered her head. Wanting to for get what he said. Marc is my only friend, but i feel like i'm making his situation worsts.. Please.. Stop this. Why can't we just accept each other. I hate it how every stares and whispers,"Freak.. Mutant.." it's getting to me..
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Rocket briskly exited the classroom and pulled out his phone once more, checking to see what and where his next class was. A notification was visible on the lockscreen: a text message, from and unknown number. Must be the dragon or the otter... he pondered, proceeding to check it.
"Hey there! It's Kam from homeroom, the green dragon. It was nice to meet you today, and thank you "
Rocket appreciated the cordiality, but almost felt as though it was sent out obligation above anything, so he decided to wait to reply to it.
Proceeding to check his schedule, he noticed that he had AP Calculus, with Ms. Drescher. He wasn't particularly fond of math in general, but he had had Ms. Drescher the previous year for Algebra, so he knew her teaching style, and he was confident that he could succeed with some effort.
As he neared the classroom, he noticed a familiar pair of green wings disappearing into the door. There really wasn't any doubt as to whom they belonged. There were few creatures at the school with wings, and even fewer of such an exotic hue.
He was immediately conscious that his heart rate had elevated slightly. But why? There was no way he was nervous about this class, even though it was only his second AP class, and he had completely put Gauge out of his mind, seeing as an AP classroom was one of the few bastions in the school where you'd never find someone like him. It seemed that his body knew something that he did not.
Disregarding it, he made his way past bustling and chattering students, tall and short, fat and skinny, small cliques of jocks holding gym bags and remarking loudly about that "**censor**' hot doe from first block." Then in one moment he was at the classroom, opening the door, the mellow autumn sun being replaced by a fluorescent glow.
There were very few people in the classroom, aside from the dragon, a timid-looking ram with glasses, and Ms. Drescher herself: a tall, plump poodle with dyed black fur. She wore a slimming, collared dress and leaned to one side as she wrote up some basic class information of the whiteboard (she was one of those teachers that was "bad with technology" and thus avoided using the overhead projector whenever possible, except for pre-typed notes).
Rocket looked at the dragon, his wings squished up against the back of his chair. Damn, that can't be comfortable... he thought. Quickly, he looked around the room, seeing a cushioned, rolling stool, which was usually reserved for the teacher's aid while they graded assignments or slept; Ms. Drescher could never keep an aid for more than two weeks, however--she actually made them work--so it was most likely up for grabs.
Strolling up to the desk next to Kamren, he casually set his things beside it and greeted the teacher: "Fran! Looks like you've got your favorite fox again!" he said in a genial tone.
"Rocket, I told you: my name isn't Fran," she responded with her slightly nasaly voice without taking her eyes off of the board. "And weren't you the only fox in my class last year?"
Rocket, walking over the the long, rectangular desk perpendicular to that of Ms. Drescher, put both of his paws on the seat of the rolling stool and began to roll it back toward the other side of the classroom.
"That means I win by default, right?" he teased, having brought the chair directly in front of Kamren's desk.
Ms. Drescher grunted in an affirmative, but dismissive sort of way.
Chuckling to himself, Rocket sat down on the stool, facing the dragon. "That doesn't look all the comfortable," he declared, taking advantage of the 360 degree swivel on the stool as he spoke. "So I thought you might like this, he continued, pointing down at the stool. "Even if it's not much for lumbar support... And I got your message by the way. Thanks for replying," he smiled gleefully. "I know I might've came off as... well, odd, or even eccentric, but I hardly had time to explain myself. You see, I do freelance design work from home, so I tend to have some older business cards laying around at any given time. Those were the remnants of a batch I gave away at a Halloween party. My newest ones are actually black with a teal trim: a less... thematic palette, I'd say."
He noticed that he was rambling again, as he often did, and stopped, taking a breath. "Anyway... I'm not going to assume that any of this interests you, or that I'm not being a pest right now, so I'll leave you alone. But first I'd like to introduce myself more formally, if you'll humor me." Smiling with a sly expression that was the trademark of his kind, he extended his right paw. "Rocket A. Fox, at your service."
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"Thanks. Wanna hang out at lunch or sometime after school?" she asked, talking quickly. "Because I do my homework in school so I have lots of free time except on Wednesdays, when I have martial arts and basketball, and hockey." Looking down at her arms, Ave could, sure enough, see that they were toned, and she was fit. Her invitation was somewhat welcome - he hadn't hung out with a good-looking girl in a while now. Still, she was-
"I like playing these games because I love to let my boredom on this shit, it makes me feel less bored when I play gun games. I hate hanging out with girls because they all talk about is make up, their phones, their dresses, and other girly stuff. They also cause too much drama."
Damn. She was more like a boy than a girl. Or at least, she was more like a boy than any girl Ave could recall knowing.
The females of Pellicius High played a different role than they might elsewhere in the country or the world. Whereas the rest of the world tried desperately to make them absolutely level with and in every way equal with males, it was not so in Pellicius High, or in much of XA for that matter. Here, they recognized the truth with few reservations - females were physically inferior to males, and therefore deserved different roles.
Make no mistake, Ave didn't believe in a lack of equality for the two sexes. He simply believed in a separation of jobs, equal to both sides. He didn't think women should be put on a pedestal and pampered in a relationship - that is, unless they did the same for their male partners. He didn't believe women should be coddled or have a lack of responsibility.
Yet there were those things - combat roles in a pack, however - that women shouldn't simply occupy. Those were the job of the men, who were, by birth, more physically capable. Simple as that. However, women were, first and foremost, the leader of the family. The principal decision-makers, the bosses at the head. Not necessarily the primary family providers, no, but still at the top. As for rearing pups, both sexes played an equal role.
His peers shared in some of his views. Yet many of them saw women as inferior on all levels because of their physical inferiority, an opinion Ave did not share. Unfortunately, these views spread to the women as well, leading to females all around who were soft, who could not lead, who filled a role they thought they simply HAD to fill. It wasn't their fault at all. But it did mean that Ave rarely found women who interested him more than physically.
Kasai wasn't at that point. She'd need to be more than what he'd already met her for in order to show him she was worth being interested in. Despite this, however, he was already aware that she was different - he was making an effort to hide it now when he checked her out. So did he want to hang out with her? Sounded pretty chill. Turning to him, she spoke again. "My next block is science, what about you?" she asked.
"Hangin' at lunch sounds pretty aight," he said with a smile. "Oh, and I got science next too, we could walk."
As the bell rang (was it just him, or had that block seemed abnormally long, even with him sleeping in it?) the two of them stood up, grabbing their things, and moving to the door. One hallway over, and they'd be at Knight's class - and how much Ave hated him. Good thing he'd have somebody interest to keep him company.
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Unloading his agenda and a clean, empty notebook onto the desk in front of him, Kamren got ready for his next class. Looking around, there were hardly any students in the room. With any luck, it would be a relatively small class. And with any more luck, Gauge wouldn't be a part of this class either.
Who was he kidding. There wasn't any way that Gauge would ever be interested in an AP math class. Right?
Kamren was actually looking forward to this. Out of all of his school subjects, mathematics had always been his strongest suit. He had totally aced Pre-Calculus the prior year at his old school, and he had the gut feeling that Calculus would be no exception. Math just... clicked with him, one could say.
The room was quiet. The teacher - Ms. Drescher, according Kamren's schedule - a stout, older black poodle, was writing notes on the whiteboard. The other students who were walking in, other than some idle chit chat, were otherwise just absorbed in their own little digital worlds. Kamren sighed, a smile of content on his lips. He had a good feeling about Calculus.
The only thing bugging him at the present moment, just like in the classes before this, were his damn wings. The dragon kept shifting in his seat, still unable to find a tolerable position for the leathery appendages behind him. God, the seats here are awful. They definitely weren't built to accommodate someone with wings of his size, that was for sure. Oh well, he kept telling himself. He'd get over it... eventually?
A few other students had entered the room, but Kamren's eye was caught by a familiar, spectacled individual setting his backpack right next to his desk.
"Oh! Hey, Rocket!" Kamren greeted the slender gray fox. For a brief moment, the dragon's eyes connected with those of the canine, and Kamren thought he felt his heart rate heighten slightly. Or he could have just been imagining it. But either way, the quirky little smile on his lips indicated that he was, in fact, happy to see that there was a familiar - friendly - face he shared this class with.
Apparently Ms. Drescher knew Rocket from the previous year, and Kamren couldn't help but chuckle at their little banter. So I'm not the only one who thought of Fran Drescher, he thought. Of course, Kamren wasn't one who would have the nerve to say any of that out loud.
Before long, the fox returned to Kamren's desk with a rolling stool, which Kamren could only assume would be much more comfortable than the chair he was currently seated in.
"Wait, for me?" he muttered, albeit a bit surprised. "Wow, thank you. You really didn't have to do that, you know, but thank you so much!" Kamren smiled back at Rocket, getting up to switch seats with him. Oh my God, that was actually really nice of him, to go out of his way like that...
The dragon laughed a bit at Rocket's explanation for the origin of the business cards. "Yeah, I was pretty confused at first," he replied. "Not like a lot of high school students carry around their own business cards everywhere they go, but yeah, that makes sense. So design work? That sounds really cool!"
The way Rocket spoke, it was interesting... It was indeed eccentric, but also eloquent and... almost alluring, in a way? Kamren couldn't exactly think of anyone else he knew that spoke the way Rocket did. That surely wasn't to call Rocket's speech a bad thing, however.
"Oh, no! Don't feel like you should have to leave me alone, you know. You're fine, I actually do find you really..." The dragon hushed himself right after that last word. He didn't even know what he'd intended to say. "...uhh... Interesting." Well then. That was smooth.
"Anyway, umm... Ignore that." He shook the fox's paw. "Nice to formally meet you, then! Kamren Heartstrings. And, uhh, thanks again for the stool. Do you, umm... Maybe wanna sit next to me? I don't really know anyone else."
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Great!Well science is my favorite subject.And also I might have trouble finding the cafetiria, because im new here.Kasai said as she skipped out of class.Kasai was happy that she already made a friend.She does not doubt going to this school.
Kasai was happy to go to science,but she hoped the teacher was nice.In her last school,Her old teacher never liked her.
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"Hey mr.knight? Why does the sergal have to be in here. I swear her parents abducted me like a week ago and studied me." he said to another bout of laughter. "And we need to study more about fangless. Looks like mummy boy over there really wants to be one." he was pushing all three of thier buttons. Pushing marcs by going after yuto, pushing yutos by going after marc and pushing jakes by existing.
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Ok, that's it!, Marcus thought, clenching his paws into fists, starring into the air, trying to ignore the slurs. Gauge was seriously stepping over the line now. No. It was more of a leap over the line. Just as the anger had begun to calm down, it was now boiling inside of him as Gauge opened his mouth. Sitting there, he constantly thought between the possibilities. Should I shut him up? Should I do nothing?, they sounded, as he grinded his teeth. If he stood up, it might have made things worse... but he just couldn't hold back any longer. Slamming his paws onto the table (ow!), he stood up, turning to Gauge "Oh would you please. Just. Shut. Up!?", he yelled, looking straight into his eyes. Oh that dumb smirk didn't make things much better, "Why are you even here? To bother? To be in the way of everyone? 'Cause that's pretty much everything you are. Why don't you go back to your girlfriend? What is she, a red panda? Yeah, I saw. Pretty embarrassing for Gauge to date a fangless, isn't it?"... the last part just flew out of him. How... how could he use that word? He almost couldn't believe himself. But, he had to shut him up in some way.
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Jake grinned as he saw Marcus stand up for himself but he knew if he did shut them both up, it's be one hell of a day. Jake growled and yelled,"Shut up!!" the whole class got silent again as everyone looked at him. "Gauge, shut your damn mouth before i sew your trap together!" Jake approached between the rows they were in. "Unlike your other teachers, i do not tolerate this!" he pounded his fist against an empty desk, making a slight dent into the metal."you puppies are no different than each other! Scared and into weird species. Now i suggest you shut up or show yourself out!" jake then heard a lizard snicker and his anger was at his peak, he grabbed a pen from a table and flung it at the kids head. Landing straight into the wall, next to his head. Growling loudly.
Yuro was getting angry once more. Squeezing her fists till it pierced her padding. Blood trickling on the desk. Her eyes glowing in anger. Then marcus started to yell at Gauge. Kinda suprized. Then Mr.Knight yelled and started to scold the two. She was kinda scared from the tone of his voice. When he flung the pen, she flintched and backed down. She was terrified of this teacher. Both Marcus and Gauge backed down. Except Gauge looked like he wanted to be the man of the show but he also shown fear.
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"Gladly." Guage huffed and picked up his bag and walked out. He stopped in the doorway. "Looks like your not done climbing trees mummy. Lets hope the next time you "fall." they xont bury whats left of you in a match box." he made a preditory growl. Low and leaving no doubt he WOULD follow through. "And your girlie wont even be there to try to put you back together again." he said before turning to jake. "And whats your deal out of catnip? Mister big bad panther. Scary." he flipped him and marc off as h left quickly and was gone before anyfur could react. "Wheres he going?" one packmate asked another. "The roof. Its like his fortress of solitude. Smokes up there." the other said not realizing that yuro was in ear shot.
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She grabbed the music Mr. Forrest had placed on a music stand before going to her seat. She paged through them and smiled, she could tell these would be beautiful and that she'd practice them as much as possible. Her eyes moved from the paper to the board. On it was written "Welcome back students! I'm Mr. Forrest, please take the music and look through it. We'll begin practicing tomorrow. In he meantime, get to know each other and be social!" She smiled and looked around the room, seeing the slim cardinal sitting at his desk, leaning back, he was looking around the room and taking attendance. She put the sheet music away into her bag.
Theo smiled at each student and nodded at Gauge when he dropped this new student to the classroom. She was small and probably only joined to get an easy A, something he'd seen many times before. He heard the bell and marked off students he recognized, and called out the names of the ones he hadn't. "So the red pandas name was Tempest hm? Interesting.." He thought and put his clip board down. He stood and stretched his arms above his head.
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His ears twitched towards the front of the class, as the teacher, Mr. Knight, yelled at them. "Shut up!", he said, as Marcus kinda realized how he had reacted. Starring up at him a bit, thinking about his actions, he slowly sat down afterwards with a slightly deep sigh. Ok, that took some energy, he thought, listening to what Mr. Knight had to say. He hopped lightly in his seat, as Mr. Knight slammed his fist into an empty desk, making a slight dent. Woah... better not get on his bad side..., he thought, not being able to take his eyes from him, after starring at the dented desk. Suddenly, a lizard a few seats from him snickered a bit, making Mr. Knight pick up a pen, throwing it into the wall, right next to it. Is he crazy?!, Marcus thought, starring at the hole, the pen had made.
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Neko was currently wandering through the looking at her map of the school because she had no idea where to go. Today was her first day of school since she moved here from Russia and already she was late. The map wasn't helping much as it was in English and Neko was still kind of new to the language, so it wasn't for lack of trying that she was late. She hated being late and was normally on time for everything, but not this time.
"Dis is chush' sobach'ya! How is I supposed to vread dis map!" She said angrily, her voice deeply accented.
After little bit more wandering and frustration, Neko finally made it to Mr. Forrest's music class and peeked her head inside.
"Is dis Mr. Forrest's classvroom?" Neko asked. Neko was one of the names on the list that was called out earlier but had not received a responce.
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They turned around to see who weirded such an accent, jumping a little at the new student. What was she?! He cleared his throat and nodded. "I'm Mr. Forrest, yes, and you must be?" He pushed his glasses up his beak and smoothed out his shirt a bit, tilting his head at the new creature. The classroom had died down a bit and the class stared at her, whispering now. He looked back at the class over his shoulder. "Oh, grow up guys, she's new, give her a break." He smiled and shook his head, returning his gaze to her.
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Yuro twitched her ears at the conversation behind her. The roof, huh? Might be my chance to teach this wolf a lesson.. She looked over to Marcusand thought to herself. Sergals have greater speed than wolves but not as strong as a wolf. I could use my reflexes and speed to advantage. If he tries to run, i'll seal the door.. Hm.. She sat there in thought. Thinking of advantages and risk she could take.
Jake growled and sat in his chair. Whipping his tail in annoyance. That gauge, he'll one day learn. Not from me for sure but i know he will. He scanned the class and huffed. He looked at the sergal and sighed. It must be hard being the only sergal here. He closed his eyes and crossed his arms. "free time! Do whatever, dont anger me more"he twitched his tail and went back on the computer
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Guage sat and watched his legs dangle from the room edge and flicked away a cigerette butt before lighting yet another. I should probably cut back..he idly thought to himself as he drew a flask from the inside pocket of his jacket and took a long pull. Letti g all of his stress and unanswered question roll away for a moment. Maybe he didnt have to be like this..maybe he could..change..no. His way of living has kept him safe. And in his brothers good graces. He had a future in the pack. Dying young in a pool of your own blood doesnt sound like much of a future. He thought. But he shoved that thought away with another drink from the flask as he felt a slight tingle. That was enough. He didnt need to get drunk. He just needed a pick me up. He hoped he hadnt hurt that wolf too bad. Enough to scare others and let them know he ment buissness..but he didnt really wanna hurt him THAT bad..maybe hed get tempest to ask him if he was ok.. He sighed and smoked. He was too young to feel this old.. He just had the otter to take care of now. And after that he hoped he could leave that whole group alone. Physically at least. Jed have to make fun if them every once in while but he didnt wanna have to knock em around anymore than he had to. But he would. god knows he would if they made him.
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As Marcus had settled down again, after witnessing the sudden pen throw, he looked back up at Mr. Knight. He seemed annoyed but also slightly sympathetic. Who was that directed at? Himself? Someone else? He was about to turn to take a glance at who Knight was looking at, until his ears picked up the words "Free time!", he looked up at him again, a slight bit wide-eyed. Free ti... eh, ok, he thought, as he felt a bit surprised, but not bummed that he was gonna spend a class like that. The first thing that came to his mind, though, was Yuro. As soon as Mr. Knight had turned back to his computer, and the other students had began talking amongst themselves, he stood up, turned around and walked down to Yuro's table, sitting down in front of it. "Are you ok?", he asked with a slight concerned look on his face, even though he knew he seemed kinda childish doing that. He looked down and noticed the small amount of blood on her table and the small holes in her paws. "Oh my god, are you alright?", he quickly asked, not too loud so everyone could hear though, as he, without thinking, quickly grabbed her paws with his own, looking down at the small wounds.
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I slowly knock on the door and slightly open it peaking in and look around inside and then noticing all the commotion going on I rush into the back of the class room and sit down squishing my tail and yelp "owwwwww that hurt" I noticed I was being loud and just sat there whispering to myself saying things most can't understand. I just sit there and take in all my surroundings rubbing the scars on my cheeks.
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"Neko, Neko Thompson. I get lost on my vay ere." Neko said not really caring to much about the extra attention. Even in her homeland, she got of attention because she was a very weird hybrid. Neko went to take her seat which was right next to Tempest. The funny thing was that the desk was just a little small for her and she had squeeze her way into it.
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*Leo starts to cram his belongings into a small book bag as he runs around trying to find his class hurriedly as he has lost track of time. As he makes his way down the hallway, he finally finds his classroom and enters. Heaving, and out of breath.*
*Breathing heavily, I apologize for my tardiness and my my way to a seat near Neko Thompson*"Hey, i'm Leo. Mind if I sit here?"
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Still clueless as to what is happening I continue muttering to myself and giggling.
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She jumped as she noticed marcus next to her. She looked at him and blushed as he noticed the blood. She looked down, lowering her paws to her lap,"i-i'm fine"she looked up at him and smiled wearily. Then she reached over to his cheek where a bandage was. "is your cuts getting better?" she said as she tried to turn the attention away from herself. "Looked like you had quite a fit back there too.. Hope Mr. Knight doesn't give you detention or something.." she felt his cheek then lowered it quickly when the other students started to noticed. Blushing a rosey pink.
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Was looking at her and Marcus but quickly looked away when she looked in my direction.
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He blushed slightly, as she felt his cheek, talking about his fit. Looking down at the table, lightly biting his lower lip, he felt ashamed by his sudden reaction. "Yeah, I... I'm sorry for that... I just... I couldn't handle it...", he said, looking back up at her. Her paw... it had been so soft... Oh get yourself together, he thought, blinking a few times, as he realized he was starring into her eyes. He looked slightly down again, thinking of her paws. "Are you sure, you're ok? You don't need any bandages, or...?", he asked.
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(Oh remeber guys, after 3 posts you can post again. Also an wait an hour rule. Sorry XP )
Post Merge: January 16, 2016, 10:46:22 PM
"it's fine, i understand"she smiled and She looked at the padding out her paws. The wounds stopped bleeding but they were still there. She made a fist with them and flitched from the pain."it's g-good. Dont worry about me" she says as she looked down at them. I don't want to trouble him with me ,she thought. I've already made his situation worst.. Then she felt someone staring at her. She looked over at the white and green creepy looking furr. Seeing that he turned his face away,"hm?"
(just needed to post before i nap)
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"Da mine commrad, all is good." Neko said with a warm smile. She reached out her paw which was fairly big in an offer to shake.
"My name is Neko." She said.
So far these people seem nice....i hope it stays that way. Neko thought to herself. Neko has yet to see any of specism that goes on in this school and no idea what she was in for. However people will soon find out it will take a lot more than a prejudice canines to bring Neko's spirits down.
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Rocket's heart rate had elevated once more by the time the dragon had asked him to sit next to him. There was really no doubt of the cause by now, but he repressed the conclusion, focusing on the moment that he was in, on not making a complete fool of himself in front of Kamren.
He returned to the desk beside Kamren, where he had already set his belongings, and sat down, removing a small binder from his messenger bag and placing it on his desk, opening it up to a page of graph paper. He set a mechanical pencil close by and a large, convoluted machine with at least 30 buttons, which was apparently a calculator, next to that. Um, small talk... he thought to himself as he checked the clock, seeing that class was yet to start for another 5 minutes, even though nearly every student had taken their seat by now.
"Y'know, I didn't have much trouble with Algebra, but Calculus... it's pretty intimidating, I have to admit. I mean, you look like an intelligent person, so that must sound a little silly coming from me, but it's just so... abstract," he spoke over to Kamren, feeling his heart skip a little every time they made eye contact, although that didn't stop him from doing so considerably often. "But I'm not worried," he continued. "I know Fran, and you really just have to 'play the game' to get a good grade, y'know? Turning in every assignment. Asking questions. She's one of those teachers that is just astounded if you seem interested..." he trailed off as Ms. Drescher began to speak.
So class had begun. Students were either listening intently or staring at their laps as she went over the syllabus, explaining her "zero tolerance" cheating policy and "no late work" rule, which incited more than a few sighs. She finished relatively quickly and started the first lesson, during which Rocket took careful notes and highlighted terms that she emphasized, all the while tapping his left heel subconsciously.
Periodically, throughout the class, Rocket would look over at Kamren, who didn't seem to notice as he himself payed attention to the lecture. But Rocket couldn't help but glance over at the dragon periodically, at the polished horns protruding from his skull and the round, feline ears that bore a vibrant pattern of teal and green. He was truly the furthest thing from a canine he had seen... and maybe that's what was so intriguing about him. Perhaps, subconsciously, Rocket's disdain for wolves had manifested itself as an attraction to what could be considered the direct opposite of one.
He didn't speculate much further. It was no use. Rocket knew from experience that if he wanted something (or someone) consciously, fate would see to it that it was pushed just barely out of his reach again. So he couldn't afford to build up any sort of hope, or to expect that the thoughts in his mind would ever be manifested directly to the dragon... Rocket looked back at the board and raised his paw as an exercise question rang out from Ms. Drescher.
The rest of the class was fairly bland, although Rocket's head was currently swimming with thoughts. Should I ask if he wants to go somewhere for lunch? Just to be friendly? He was sure that it couldn't hurt to treat the dragon to something, considering the kind of day he'd been having. And maybe it was better that he had some company with Gauge and his pals on the prowl, swinging at anything with a heartbeat.
He would then. As soon that clock struck 11:00, he'd ask him. As he made that conviction, he sighed inaudibly. What was this feeling now, he wondered. Am I afraid that he'll say no?
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I finally built up the guys to talk to someone and decided I would say hey to Marcus. I get up and walk towards him the entire time thinking "what am I doing I don't know him he could be mean or really nice or make fun of my scars" by the time that last thought hit my mind I was there "uhhhhhhh H-hi M-marcus I'm ummmmm Madness....
Omg I did it I said something now it is time to see what he will say.
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As he saw her expression, he could help but feel sad, "Is... Is something bothering you?...", he asked, trying to get eye contact with her. That flinch. He didn't like it. He didn't like seeing her in pain. Not in sadness. Not in anything negative. He just wanted her to be happy. As he was about to gently put his paw on her chin to raise her head to get eye contact, she turned her head at someone. He turned his head as well, to see who this someone was. It turned out to be a white and green fox with scars on his cheeks. What's with those..., he thought, as he caught himself starring at the scars, as the fox got up to approach him. Oh no, he probably saw me starring, he thought, turning his head back to Yuro, as the fox spoke up, making his ears twitch towards him. "Hm?", he said, looking up at him, "Oh, hi... Yeah, I, uhh... wait, how do you know my name?", he asked, slightly raising an eyebrow.
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she blushed heavily and lowered her ears. Turning her face away from the two to hide her embarrassment.Then she remembered about Gauge. She got up, gently moving marcus out of the way. I gotta speak with that horrid wolf.. She walked to Mr. Knight and asked,"can i use the bathroom?" there was slight anger in her expression as Knight looked at her. He shrugged and said gruffly,"go ahead."she bowed in thanks and walked out the room.
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AP National History, in this school system, was apparently the equivalent of Hell.
Mark had yet to be in the class for more than 20 minutes, yet he was already swimming in assignments, struggling to keep his head above the water with the sheer amount of work the teacher, Ms. Pelan, was dishing out. It was incredible. And not the good kind of incredible.
Back where he'd come from, they didn't have AP, only IB. And IB National History was respected as a class that was relatively difficult, but appropriately so. It was not known to be more, nor less, difficult than it should have been. How he longed for the IB system today.
Although . . . all that being said, Mark would take this to seething speciesist canines like Gauge any day. He'd gotten only, like, two dirty looks so far. Although the teacher had ignored him so far with the exception of the two times when he'd raised his hand and directly asked a question. Otherwise, she hadn't even made eye contact with him.
This semester only became more and more fun as the day went on, didn't it?
Given a temporary lapse as Ms. Pelan went to start a movie (it was apparently a musical about the creation of the Proclamation of Self-Sovereignty in 1776?), Mark fingered the business card in his pocket, wondering idly about Rocket. He'd been interesting and mysterious, to say the least. And he'd been a friend, and he'd been the first one to step in to Mark's aid. Those, Mark suddenly decided, were more than enough of a suitable combination to warrant a text.
Double checking that his phone was on silent (it wasn't, so Mark wasn't entirely certain what the outcome of his first check had been), Mark quickly tapped in the number and name, labelling the contact as "Rocket Fox?", because there was no way in hell that was his real name, and Mark was curious to know his actual title.
Tapping as quickly as he could, Mark created a quick message to the mysterious guy. It was a lesser known fact amongst many that otters had some of the harder times using phones because of the webbing in their paws. Fingers, see, were made for manipulation of objects, sure, but in otters, they served the equal purpose of moving in unison to aid in swimming. Now, otters could move their fingers and the webbing in between the digits would stretch just fine, but moving in the way that texting or typing on a computer demanded was rather difficult, and painful if the otter tried to do so too much.
Finally finishing the message, Mark quickly breezed his eyes over it, looking for typos and proper grammar, things he always, always typed with. "Hey, Rocket, this is Mark. Thanks again for the help this morning. I didn't get the chance to ask, but are you okay yourself?" Looked good.
Pressing send, Mark slipped the phone down on the chair in between his legs - the place where he always put his phone while it wasn't in his pocket or on his nightstand - and leaned back, watching as their founding fathers began dancing across the screen and singing about independence . . .
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"I have sat nearby since the beginning of class and have listened and learned about people I've learned a lot just from listening" I offer my left hand remembering what was on my right. "I just got into this school today and your the first person I have talked to so yeah. Um I saw you looking at them and its a long painful story to tell so please don't ask. (I should just shut up and walk away. But that would make me look worse.) But I'm just going to go sit down and I don't know draw or something. 'gives him a smile and walks back to my seat' (how that girl looked at me she probably thought I was from some kind of freak show or from the circus.)
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"Oh... ok", he replied a little awkwardly, reaching for the fox's paw with his own, shaking it. His left paw..., he thought, wondering a bit, He must be left-pawed. "I am?", he then asked, as the fox said something about him being the first person he had talked to, "Oh well, uhh...", he said, just about to add more, until the fox made a comment about his scars, making Marcus feel a little awkward, looking at the ground, for starring at them. He looked up again, just about to say something, as the fox had turned away, walking back to his seat. "Oh, uhh... ok, then", he said, turning back to where Yuro sat. Or rather had been sitting. Where'd she go?, he thought, looking a bit around the classroom, quickly seeing her saying something to Mr. Knight, before leaving the classroom. What is she doing? I hope it isn't something stupid..., he thought for a second, before shaking his head lightly. Noo, probably not. She's smarter than that, he then thought, pulling out his phone, browsing through his apps.
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*Leo starts talking to the teacher and making excuses about having to leave because of an upset stomach, he leaves the classroom and wanders around the school, and eventually makes his way to the courtyard where he usually resides. He pulls out a small leather-bound journal and starts writing stories, essays, and his own ideas on social reform. He hums lightly as he writes, thinking of things he would like to acquire or accomplish this year. On that piece of paper, he writes down:
1: I hope I get a boyfriend this year.
2:I really need those good grades.
3:I need to lose some weight, and maybe bulk up a little.
*He fills the page up but the first three are the three things Leo would like to focus on the most. He glances at his watch and takes note of the time, he decides to keep writing for his next period is his lunch period.*
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"I walk back to my seat' it could have went so much better if I wasn't mutilated like this. 'i sigh and sit down and continue to learn others names and figure out when something will happen. I also wonder when lunch is and hope they do t serve cold food cause it hurts my scars because they are so sensitive.
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She looked for the stairs to the roof. When she found them, she walked up them slowly. Her heartrate started to increase. She sighed as she went. Am i scared? No.. I shouldn't be. I may regret this, but i'm done playing around. Done being the weakling right now. She shown her claws and glowed her eyes as she approached the door. He probably can sense me coming.. She opened the door and slammed the door behind her with her tail. Ready.. She saw Gauge standing there, laid back and grinning. "why do you do this? **censor** pack shit? I will never get this.. Family is who is important to you, who you love. No matter what species you are.. Just racist power assholes.." she glared as she held up her defense.
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Mr. Forrest smiled at the class and cleared his throat, fixing his black tie and standing up again from his chair. "Now, I don't believe I know who you are." He looked over his clipboard and smiled. "Would you be..Neko Tho-no that's her.." He cocked a feathered brow and flipped a page over. "Ah, would you by any chance be Leo?" He smiled again. "You are dismissed."
Tempest perked her ears up at the two new students and smiled. She held her paw out and giggled softly. "Hello, I'm Tempest. Where are you from?" She tilted her head at them and smoothed out her tail fur. Definitely odd, but nothing's more interesting than new students. She stopped and flicked her left ear. Then again, I'm new too. I just hope Gauge leaves them alone...wait. She smiled at them and swished her tail. "You should stick with me, and if our classes differ and someone decides to be rude to you, just tell them you're friends of mine." She smiled and bit her lip softly. "Let's hope no one is cruel enough to be rude on the first day." She blushed and looked down. This was not going well for her..
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Gauge didnt seem ti notice her at first. He was too busy thinking of life..of Tempest..of his future...or lack of one. He sighed when he heard he come up. Greaaat. But there was no one to impress up here. No one he had to be strong in front of. So he simply lit another smoke and turned with his eyebrows slightly raised. "The hell are you doin up here? Trying to ambush me?" he said with a grin that wasnt twisted ir evil at all. It was genuinly finding humor in the situation. "So you going to sit or do you wanna "teach me a lesson." he said after a moment. "Eithers fine..free country and all " he waved his hand around dismissively. With no one to put up a front for he was totally relaxed and feeling even slightly happy. Even if the sergal told everyone he was really like this, who would believe her. He was ruthless and cruel..but that didnt mean its what he wanted to be. Hed let her do whatever made her feel better. It was the least he could do.
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'i get up and go to Mr. Knight and ask if I may go to the bathroom' He looks really annoyed at the fact that this is the second student that has asked but mutters "go ahead." Hmmm I wonder if I can.... nono you can't get kicked out of this school. Well maybe they have a place I can be alone like... hmmmmm... the roof maybe I can sit up there for a few minutes.' heads up the stairs to the roof but stops at the door when I hear talking but I still open it and walk out and she them standing there. One was smoking and the other looked like the girl from class. "oh no" oh I said something. I turn around to leave.
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She started to become furious. Growling, two sides of him? She stepped over and punched him as hard as she could. Sending him to the ground. He's doing nothing? Whatever he's been thinking about. I dont care, i want to beat him. For the others that he's hurt. She whipped her tail into his stomach. Heeyes turning silver. Her pure rage blocking out common sense and scents around. Reading her claws to tear him open." you have made me feel so empty.. Why? Why do you do this!?" she shouts as she stares down at him. Ready to cry. Lowering her paws slowly
Jake whistled over Marcus. Waving her fingers saying come here. Those kids went off somewhere. He can feel it. I need someone to check up on that fox and sergal. "could you see if yuro and that joker fox are in the bathroom for me?"
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His ears twitched up towards the front of the class, as he heard a whistle. Curiously looking up, he saw Mr. Knight starring right at him, waving a finger at him. Oh no..., he thought, as he figured he had been caught in using his phone. It may have been free time, but maybe he still wasn't allowed to use his phone. At least not at his former school. Quickly rising up, he walked up to him, folding his ears back in apology. "I, uhh...", he said, before getting cut off by Knight. He was about to say "I'm sorry", but listened to what he had to say instead. "Could you see if Yuro and that joker fox are in the bathroom for me?", he had asked. Looking a bit wide-eyed, he felt a little relieved, that he wasn't in any trouble. "Uhh, sure", he answered, going to the door, outside the classroom.
He headed down the halls, until he reached the bathroom, going inside. As he went inside the boys bathroom, it suddenly hit him: How was he gonna check? He quickly walked past all of the stall doors, checking if any was locked. None was, so he figured the fox wasn't there. Going outside of the boys bathroom, looking at the girls bathroom sign, he felt a slight blush in his cheeks. How was he gonna check, if Yuro was there? He took a few steps towards the door, praying for there not to be any girl walking out as he did, softly pressing his ear up against the door. As he couldn't hear... anything, he quickly retreated, going out into the hall again.
As he did, the thought came to him: Where are they, then?, he thought, raising an eyebrow by himself, looking down the hall to his right, and then to his left. He walked down one of them. Hey. It was not like he was missing any important class or anything. As he reached the stairs leading up to the roof, he stopped up, looking at them. Maybe... nah, probably not... but what if... ahh, screw it, he thought, walking over to them, going up to the door. As he reached for the door handle, he thought he could hear... shouting? He quickly pressed down the door handle, leaning up against the door with his elbow, opening it, seeing the fox from before and Yuro... standing over Gauge, looking furious. "Yuro?!", he said quite loudly, starring at her and Gauge, breathing a little heavier from the slight adrenaline.
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"Good to meet jou tempest, I move ere from my home in Russia." Neko said taking tempest's paw and giving it a firm shake. It is good to see such a polite person in these times. Neko thought to herself, but what tempest said next caught peeked her curiosity.
"Da, if you insist but I don' understan. Why vould people be rude, I have just as much vright to be here as anyone else?" Neko said. If anyone decides to be rude to me...i crush them like bug.
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'looks confused and thought' wait a minute why is he up here does he think I came up here for her I didn't even know she was up here I came to be alone.... "hold up why are you up here? Cause I didn't even know she was up here I'm not trying to steal your girl or anything."'i say angrily. The realized I was getting angry and needed to calm down so I try to get past him but cant.' "I-I-I"
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She turned her head immediately to them. Having a angry furious expression but tears flowed down her cheeks. Her eyes glowing silver, her fur standing on end, claws bared. Her tail whips around. She turns around tords them, lowering her head as her mouth bled from the amount of preasure she was applying to her jaws. " i can't take this torment anymore.. I want to end this.. But i can't.. I can't do it.. Why isn't he resisting?! That isn't gauge!.. That's.." she looks back at him crying."it's a hurting wolf in a lonely world.." she eyes turn blue again, she spat out the blood onto the floor. "i dont know what to do. I hate being called a freak, an alien.. I hate being alone.. I'm such an emotional mess Marcus.." she closed her eyes and covered her face. "You are my only friend.. When he threatened to beat you up, i wanted to make sure he couldn't.. But i cant do it.. He's.."
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He took a small step backwards with a slightly sad look on his face, as she looked so angry at him.Yuro, please... I don't like seeing you like that..., he thought, before noticing the tears on her cheeks. She's... she's crying..., he then thought. Although, as he saw the blood run down from her mouth, he got a little tear in his eye as well, breathing a little heavier than before. His tears began overflowing now, and ran down his cheeks, as he listened to what she said. He slightly flinged, as she spat out the blood, onto the roof. Not wanting to look at it, he kept his teary eyes at her. He felt weaker and weaker of sadness, as she kept on talking, beginning to cry more and more. He couldn't just stand there. Not anymore. He began running towards her, wrapping his arms around her, holding her tightly into him, as he reached her. This was too much. He couldn't handle seeing her so sad. Against his will, he began to whimper a bit, letting his tears run down his cheeks. He didn't let go of her. He didn't want to. He wanted to hold her like this forever, if it would just make her feel happier. "You... you don't have to worry... about me...", he got out between whimpers, "I only... care for you to be safe...". He stood there for a few minutes, which felt like hours.
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She blushed and shrugged at Neko. "You do, definitely, but some people don't think so. The wolves especially, they have some sort of problem with non canines." She moved closer and whispered in a secretive way. "But the biggest and baddest known wolf here is my best friend, and he's very protective of me." She smiled wide and swished her tail excitedly. "I'll introduce you to him at lunch, and I'll make sure he's nice." The white markings on her face turned a pinkish color as she realized she'd been rambling. "B-but that's enough about me, tell me about yourself." Tempest was more than interested, why'd she come here? What was her family like? What music was she into and why'd she join choir? She put her elbows on the desk and propped her head up with her hands.
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'stopped right before sprinting down the stairs and turned and looked at the two of them' I had heard all of it but why can't I figure it out she said she couldn't deal with it anymore and if I was her I would have just gave up and jumped but she didn't hhhhhhmmmmmmmm... what can I do to help..... oh ill make her laugh people had always called me the crazy clown but how it looks like she doesn't like that one guy......hmmmmm..... oh ill shock him.... but he will hate me. I'll just help her up with my left hand. "ummmmmm" 'walks over to them and holds out my left paw' "I-I-I am M-Madness. Do you want to like stand up or do something." 'I try to give her a good smile but it turns creepy because of the scars.' stop smiling Madness. 'i stop smiling.'
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she stood there shocked when he hugged her. She looked up at him as he cried and whimpered. Why is he crying? Please dont cry Marcus.. She slowly hugged him back as he fur went down. Her claws retracting. Listening to what he said. "no i want to care for you Marc.. " she stuffed her muzzle into his neck. " i just hate seeing you like this " her tears started to dry up after. Then she saw Madness and looked at his paw. Then his face," oh uh hi.." she shook his paw with her tail. She remembered about guage and turned her head towards him. Watching his movement
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Feeling a bit of happiness mixing with the sadness, as he felt her hugging back, he slowly relaxed his shoulders a bit, breathing a little slower. There were almost no more tears, as she stuffed her muzzle in his neck. The last few dried off in his cheek fur, as he began to breathe in a more normal, relaxed pace now. Beginning to blush a bit, as he just then thought of the incredible weakness he had just showed to her, he listened to her. "It means a lot to me, that you care... but it means more if you're safe...", he then softly said, looking at Gauge over her shoulder, before turning to the fox, looking at them.
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Kasai enters the classroom,she sets down her stuff and looks around the class to see many different students.She took a seat the second to last row so she can play more stuff on her phone.She sighs as she looks at the clock.
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Looks at the two of them.' ohhhhhhh Madness I'm back... go away... why... you'll make it worse... oh your feelings for her... leave me alone infant do it.... why she obviously likes Marcus and if I try Marcus would probably try to hurt me... who cares... I do because in the rage you will try to take me again... no I wouldn't do that... your a horrible liar... 'shrinks away from Yuri and Marcus when Marcus looks at me and I turn to leave giving out a sigh.' "at least I tried."
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((Just void my previous posts and say i'm still in class))
*Leo sits by Neko, and after some friendly introduction gets out his notebooks and lays them on the desk ready to take notes. While waiting he starts writing in his journal and hums a tune.*
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Guage felt the blow coming and braced as they landed but they still hurt. He felt a rib crack...ok more than one..when the tail hit him. But he shook it off. His dad had done much much worse. He stood and watched the scene unfold as marcus entered the picture. Yuro was..crying? Was she kidding.. He finished his cigarette and pulled oit his flask. The whiskey took his pain from feeling like a knife was in his ribs to a dull throb. He finished the flask and placed it back inside his jacket. He was the one beat up and she was the one crying like hed killed her family..kids these day..so...what was the word..sensitive. He wondered if hed have been sensitive..had friends even..if hed just been born in a better place..to a different family..he hoped so. He hoped he was just a product of where he was from and that the way he was wasnt really him..he hoped...he hoped. "Hope you feel better. And i hope the tantrum was worth it. Glad to know Someone around here can sink to my level. Makes me feel good. If someone as "good" as you can sink to my level..maybe im not so bad." he said as he passed them both. Then he paused in front of the werid fox. "The hells up with your face bro?" he said before he opened the door and left.
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She sighed as she watched him off . Then let's go of Marcus, trying to ignore what he just said. Maybe he was right but.. No i can't let myself get beatened by his words! I'm better than that.. She walked over to the door, waving her hand to the two. "come on, no need to stand here"she put a weary smile as she moved ahead. Still having a sadden look on her face. Dragging her tail along the ground.
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Sink to his level? Who does this idiot think he is?, he thought, feeling a slight anger building up. No..., he then thought, taking a deep breath, Just... let it slide, as Yuro let go of him, heading over to the stairs, turning around, looking at the two, smiling a bit. He went over to her, trying to smile back, although it had to be slightly forced.
As they went down the stairs, he turned to look at her, and noticed the sad look on her face. He wanted to help, but he didn't know, if there were anything more he could do. He looked down to her paw, that was only inches away from his own. Maybe if I... no, I shouldn't..., he thought, slightly opening his paw, but retracting it again. It would just make things worse. People would surely make fun of them, holding paws.
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'i stood there just staring straight ahead only thing moving was a muscle on my cheek. Thoughts were racing through my head.' "I'm going to hurt him and I'm gona like it..." Ohhhhhhh Madness your talking to yourself again... shut up this is just me talking it isn't you... how do you know that Madness I am part of you... 'I reach into my pocket and grip a knife that I always keep with me.' Madness your going to do something crazy... yep he was talking about the scars ill be the next one asking what the hell is wrong with someone's face...
'i start on my way down the stairs listening to the two of them talk and when I reach the bottom I start looking for the wolf.' He netter hope he doesn't meet me when he is alone. 'i give a wide smile.'
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Guage exited the stairs and walked down the hall breathing slightly heavy. "Hey Gauge you shit!" another wolf walked down the hall towards him. He sported a large tattoo on his neck. Another pack. "I heard you intimidated one of my friends. A fox named Johnny. You soft now. No ones fucken scared of you no more." His claws came out. "Ill send you to your little panda girlfriend in pieces. Then ill **censor** her brains out." he growled with a twisted grin as he charged. Gauge sighed and side stepped stepped before delivering a massive punch to the wolfs muzzle. He heard it break. He hit the floor. Out cold. His muzzle tilting to the left as blood gushed from it. "Yeah..Good luck with that.." he muttered as he threw the bastard in the stair well leading up to the roof as he heard the others come down the stairs. He left before they were close. He wanted to see tempest..thats all he knew..he wanted to hokd her and just not think for a second. Just a second..and maybe she wanted to see him?..maybe?
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She kept walking and saw the out cold bleeding wolf. She gasped and ran to him. Then stopped as she noticed the markings on him. Ugh a gang wolf.. Cant leave him here though.. She grunted and lifted the heavy bleeding wolf. "whatever, i'll take ya to the nurse.."she said with a slight sigh. Feeling some of the blood go on her. She held the body as she walked to the nurses office. This must be gauge's doing.. She closed her eyes as she walked. I dont get that wolf.. She dropped the wolf against the door to the nurses. Then walked back toward her classroom. Forgetting about the blood on her."Hmph.."
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Kasai sets her face on her elbow,seeing that science is not as fun as it used to be.kasai took her phone out and muted it before playing her game.a few minutes later, see looked up from her screen and chuking her phone into her backpack.kasai puts her head and tryes to sleep but cant for some reason.
Kasai pulls out a stick of gum and starts to chew it in a way the teacher cant notice.
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'looking around and then I saw him walking down a hall. I catch up to him and shove him into a locker then pulls out my knife and holds it up to his mouth.' "What did you say about my face." Ohhhh Madness do it let me take hold and me do it... shut up I'm not letting you... why I could make it easier... last time I let you hold on you kicked me out for two weeks... I promise it won't happen... 'silent.' "so I see you act all tough lets see how tough you are now."
Post Merge: January 19, 2016, 02:03:13 AM
'looking around and then I saw him walking down a hall. I catch up to him and shove him into a locker then pulls out my knife and holds it up to his mouth.' "What did you say about my face." Ohhhh Madness do it let me take hold and me do it... shut up I'm not letting you... why I could make it easier... last time I let you hold on you kicked me out for two weeks... I promise it won't happen... 'silent.' "so I see you act all tough lets see how tough you are now."
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As Ave walked down the halls to Biology class with Kasai, he couldn't help but notice just how eventful the day had been. Forreal, he couldn't have asked for a better first day. Gauge, spineless shit he was, had still almost started something (and he was already hearing whispers as he walked of another something, some meeting with Dancyon or something). Classes were fine, and he'd met a wolf a girl who had at least piqued his interest a little. Things were looking up.
On their way to class, they passed first by Gauge, who looked, as always, pissed. Ave made brief eye contact with him before turning away, deciding he probably didn't want to get involved with whatever it was that had set Gauge's fur a-waving. At least, he didn't want to be involved yet.
Then, as they reached the classroom, another student, the Sergie from earlier, walked out. Her paws pounded on the linoleum floors, her eyes glowing slightly, claws ever so visible beneath her fur. She was pissed. And she walked directly towards where Gauge had gone.
It didn't take any sort of genius to guess, with a likely modicum of accuracy, that the two departures from the classroom were related. So now, Ave puzzled again if he should get involved. The Sergie was pissed at Ave - okay, for what? Something he'd said, no doubt. Or maybe the way that he'd apparently laid it down on the green fox (word travelled fast). Likely anger from the both, 'cause Sergies weren't exactly known for their skill at meditation, if you caught his drift.
Ave and Gauge were in separate packs, didn't even live in the same neighborhood, had really no relation of any kind to each other. So Ave had no reason to get involved on any of those fronts. But he could always go and help, if just for the hell of it. He'd a newfound appreciation for Gauge from this morning's events and what he'd heard since then. Standing up to Dancing-on like that? That was pretty tight. And who knew, Gauge could always make a nice, blunt instrument in the future. Ave could-
His thoughts were interrupted by yet another departure from the classroom - and this one truly was thought-interrupting. A white fox with obviously pronounced scars on both cheeks, he looked like a childish rendition of a nightmare. Or something. Either way, they made him hideous, and Ave made little attempt to disguise his staring as the fox moved quickly passed him and Kasai to go outside into the halls, also heading off in the direction of Gauge and the Sergie.
Walking wordlessly with Kasai into Biology, he sat down next to her, smiling again at her and nodding, putting on the same look that wooed the other girls at the school. Turning, he saw Mr. Knight glance at him for his late arrival as the green fox - who didn't look as bad as Ave had heard - walked out of the classroom. Seemed nobody wanted to be here.
Returning the teacher's glance, Ave narrowed his eyes slightly as he looked at him. He friggin' hated having to learn under a fangless feline. And Knight hated him in equal measure. But just as Knight didn't engage with him over the late arrival (at least, he didn't appear to have intentions to do so), Ave didn't do anything to purposefully piss him off. They could just tolerate each other and be on their way. Fine with him.
Already, Kasai had pulled out a stick of gum, which she chewed, and was playing a game on her phone, looking bored. Leaning over to elbow her, Ave nodded at the door, wanting to test her opinions. "So," he started, "what did you think of all that? Looks like greenie's going to help his girlfriend, the Sergie, huh?"
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Jake noticed ave, looking at him suspiciously glaring at him. Late huh? Well whatever at least he got here. If he came any earlier, this argument would of gotten worst. He looked at kasai, seeing that she was pretty enough to get flirted by many. Especially Ave. As i guessed, here he goes smooth talking her. Kasai, i bet is too oblivious too catch his drift. He shrugs tiredly and scratches his cheek. Ugh this block is irritating
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As Gauge threw the unconsious wolf into the stair way, Marcus jumped a bit. What is wrong with that guy? Can't even keep away from fights for once, he thought, as he ran towards him along Yuro. He was about to try to pick him up, as Yuro suddenly picked him up all by herself. Wow, he thought, a little wide eyed, as she headed down the hall towards the nurses office. He wanted to follow, but it seemed like she had it under control, so he just went back to the classroom. Walking inside, he noticed the wolf and fox girl from the class before. He didn't know why, but there was just something about him... that he didn't really like. Yes, he was a canine. Yeah, maybe that was it. Probably another gang member. He slightly shrugged and went back to his seat.
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She blushed and shrugged at Neko. "You do, definitely, but some people don't think so. The wolves especially, they have some sort of problem with non canines." She moved closer and whispered in a secretive way. "But the biggest and baddest known wolf here is my best friend, and he's very protective of me." She smiled wide and swished her tail excitedly. "I'll introduce you to him at lunch, and I'll make sure he's nice." The white markings on her face turned a pinkish color as she realized she'd been rambling. "B-but that's enough about me, tell me about yourself." Tempest was more than interested, why'd she come here? What was her family like? What music was she into and why'd she join choir? She put her elbows on the desk and propped her head up with her hands.
"Let me dink...well I used to vive in moscow vhere my papa worked as engineer scientist for Russian space program. Dough he didn't get payed much and for few years my family save up money for chance to come to America. We only be here for two weeks so it take some getting used to. In fact I don't know how you americans stand did heat." Neko said. It wasn't obvious but Neko was actually really hot as she was used to close to freezing tempetature. She was actually getting pretty faint which she knew wasn't good.
"You vouldn't happen to have something i could drink would you?"
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Curled ivory steam softly danced its way up from the ebony liquid surface of the cup into Samantha's nostrils. The steam itself didn't really have a smell to it, no, steam didn't tend to. However, its warmth tickled the inside of her nose, relaxing her. Second block was her planning period, and as soon as she'd finished gathering up and putting away her stuff from 1st Block in the library, she had eagerly withdrawn to the English department's faculty lounge and made herself a cup of coffee. She wasn't quite aware why, but she felt abnormally cold, and the cup of coffee, plus the extra sweater she'd donned, helped with that. At the least, she wanted to relax a little after the absurdity of homeroom and 1st block together.
As she carefully surrounded the warm styrofoam surface with her paws, another teacher, Peter Elizabeth, approached her, sitting down opposite her after entering the lounge. He was a stout brown bear with semi-formal clothes and a usually neutral expression, and was one of the few at this school who she'd call a friend. Producing a small bag of chips that only looked ever smaller in his massive paws, he looked at her with knowing eyes. "Hey. How are ya?" he asked after a moment.
She smiled up at him, removing her hands from the coffee cup to gesture up in the air. "I'm doing just peachy, Pete. How are you?" she asked, knowing immediately where this is headed.
He looked at her for a moment before he began shaking his head at her. "It's a dead end, Sam."
"Pete, I-"
"It's a dead end, and you know it," he intoned sharply, cutting her off a little. Neither of them technically ranked higher than the other in the English department, but he was 8 years her senior at the school, and commanded a reasonable amount of respect for it.
Pausing for a moment to decide carefully on her next words, Samantha opened her mouth once, twice, before she finally approached the topic from a different angle. "How'd you hear about it?"
He raised his eyebrows at her, smirking. "You kidding? I heard at least 3 different groups in the halls talking about it. Sam, Gauge isn't gonna respond to us. We simply don't have the, the, the chutzpah to reach a kid like him. Let it go, it's not worth your job."
"Giving him lunch detention is not gonna cost me my job."
"Yet you and I both know it's gonna be something more than lunch detention. I don't know what - you do - but I know it's not worth it, and it won't work. Whatever it is you've got planned - let it go."
She finished taking a long sip from her coffee as he spoke. She always drank more of the nearest liquid when she was agitated or upset. "You don't know that it won't work, Pete! He pretends to be something he's not-"
"Good Lord, not this again."
"- and I think I can reach that something! Should we not try, as teachers?!" she finished. He looked at her, narrowing his eyes as he tried to figure her out. Bears could be ever so obvious about it sometimes. They locked for but a moment before she looked away, reaching for her coffee as she sipped it down, finally finishing the rest of it. After a long moment of silence, he decided to speak.
"Look, I worry about you Sam. That's all. I just don't wanna see you get in trouble for stunts like this."
"I've gotten out of them before, Pete. When it comes to these 'stunts', I might as well be a professional tightrope walker." Getting up, she grabbed her bag and the empty cup. "Wish me luck."
"Don't be dumb," he called after her before the door shut. Words to live by, she thought unpleasantly, knowing she was already being dumb. She'd given him lunch detention in a moment of anger, an emotion that proved itself to almost always not be the best decision-maker. Granted, she still had near complete faith in what she'd planned - for Peter was absolutely right that she was planning something - but she didn't have as complete of faith in what the ramifications might be if the school found out. Either way, she needed to let the School Resource Officer know that Gauge was supposed to report to her classroom for lunch and that he was to be sent in if he didn't - the resource officer hated Gauge, same as the Principal, and likely wouldn't even ask her why she was trying giving him lunch detention in his personal eagerness to see a teacher stand up to the student.
Rounding the bend in the hallway, Samantha realized she still had the coffee cup in her hand. She hadn't thrown it out. Whoops.
Then, she heard a slam farther down, in the next hallway, before hearing hushed whispers. Picking up the pace, she hurried to the corner, likely too eager to not leave well enough alone. What could it possibly be now . . . ?
Standing before her as she moved around the next 90 degree angle of white-painted concrete was a scene that she took a moment to mentally process. Up against the lockers was Gauge, put there by a white fox with his back to her.
And the white fox held a knife to Gauge's mouth.
She dropped the empty coffee cup in surprise, it making a tiny pittering sound as it bounced on the tiled floor. Gauge was . . . and who was that . . . and why wasn't . . .
Her thoughts were jumbled, but still, regardless of the identity of the student with the knife, or that of the one being held to it, she had only one response. "Hey! Just what in God's name is going on here?!"
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She sighed as she followed after marcus. Then grabbed his paw and pulled him with her to a seat. Smiling slightly at his surprised expressin. Blushing a little as she held his paw,"come, let's sit." then she noticed the blood on her arm. Oh dear, it must be from that wolf's blood. She looked around for her bag."oh my, i need my bag for this. It'll stain my fur"
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As she grabbed his paw, he got a little surprise, looking back at her, feeling a little blush in his cheeks. "Yeah, o-ok", he said, sitting down with her. He noticed the blood on her fur, and quickly (out of reflex almost) grabbed her arm (not hard though), and examined it for wounds. As he couldn't find any, he quickly sighed in relief, as he remembered the wolf she had carrried. Oh... right, he thought, feeling slightly embarrassed at his sudden action.
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"Oh nothing, just a friendly chat. Thought i needed to smile more." Gauge said as the fox turned to look at samantha as well Gauge shoved him hard sending him into the other set of lockers. The knife cut the inside of his mouth as he did so. "Your new here friend. And you dont know me. But i promise you will. Next smile you gets going to be on your neck. You dig." Gauge growled spitting blood on the ground as the cut in his mouth began to bleed. He slowly reached for his own knife. Do it now. Gut the freaky little shithead. But samanthas right there. So? Shed get mad...again. So what. She might help us get out of this town..why? Why would she do jack for you. I dont know. Its just a hunch. His hand moved from his knife. To his Police tazer his brother had given him freshman year after hed been jumped. He pulled it out smoothly and shot the crazed fox as all four hooks sunk in and the massive jolt slammed into the fox.
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"gahhhhhh." 'i slammed into the ground laughing as the electricity aurges through me but it didn't take much to knock me out. As I lay there a familiar voice pops in my head.' if you would let me in that wouldn't have hurt... yeah because I wouldn't be here... awwwwwq come on Madness I won't get rid of you id push you to the side for a minute.... as long as that minute isn't another two or three weeks ill think about it... yay thank you Madness you won't regret it... only to deal with that wolf though no one else... okay just the wolf... and give me a little while to try to deal with it... alright but don't take to long...
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she blushed at his action and smiled. Oh, he was worried. She the stood up and walked over to the other desk she was sitting at and grabbed her bag. Walking back to her seat next to Marcus. She open her bag and got out some wipes. She closed her bag and sets it on the ground. Then starts to scrub out the blood from her fur. She then looked up at him while she was doing this and says,"well um, th-thank you about before. You calm me down back th-there" she blushed red on her cheeks and looked down again. I still feel bad that he was crying though, she thought
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As Gauge outlined to Samantha in rather cryptic language whatever it was that had been going on between the two of them, she shook her head as she tried to understand. Frankly, she'd no idea what he was talking about. Smile more? Then, he'd shoved the other student - who had distinctive scars on either side of his mouth, she noted - into the opposite lockers, dislodging the knife from his grasp and getting the other student off of him. Inwardly, she nodded in approval - it earned Gauge a small cut on the lip, but it was an excellent way to get his attacker off that was assertive but not immediately violent.
For a moment, a brief, odd moment, she was almost proud of Gauge.
Then, he'd tased his assaulter.
Hand moving up to her open mouth, she stared on in shock. She'd absolutely no idea of any kind what her position was in this situation. Gauge, well, the tasing was unnecessary. But he could make a solid case for self defense even on a bad day. The guy had had a knife to his neck. Still, though, the threat seemed to have passed by the time he'd shoved the other kid into the lockers, and given her past experiences with Gauge, Samantha was certain his use of the taser was as much for the satisfaction of a little revenge. And that part was not okay.
And honestly, what the hell did Gauge have a taser for anyways? Her eyes flicked to the other student, if only briefly, to see that he appeared unconscious. Spying the other student's knife near her feet, she carefully grabbed it up off the floor, slipping it into her shirt pocket. Then, she began approaching Gauge, hands up in a calm gesture. "Gauge," she said, voice level. "Gauge, he's down. Put away the taser."
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"Oh, uhh well... you're welcome... I just couldn't handle seeing you like that...", he said, rubbing the back of his neck, blushing deeper than before. Oh man... why did I have to cry?, he thought, looking down at the table. "And I, uhh... I just want you to be happy...", he then added, looking to the side, before turning his eyes to her again. "Hey, uhh... since I got your number, I wondered if you wanted mine?", he asked, trying his best to keep eye contact, "You know... if you ever need me to help you, or you just wanna talk or hangout...", he added. Very smooth there, Marcus, he thought.
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She rummaged through her bag and found her biggest water bottle. Well, is was huge compared to her, but to Neko it was a little bigger than her hand. She handed it to her and smiled. "It should be cold, I let it cool in a river near my house last night and it froze." She realized how dirty the river was and she quickly stammered. "B-but don't worry! I kept the cap out of the water so I-its still clean." She desperately tried to explain but stopped and hung her head down. Christ Tempest just shut up. She ran her paw over her face before looking back up again. "You could probably get a fur cut? My mom would probably be happy to with no charge. She loves meeting people from my school, and I'm sure she'd love you." She giggled softly. "Might take a while though, she's only a little bigger than I am." She grabbed a smooth fragrant rock from her bag and ran it over her neck and cheeks, purring as she did so. "So why'd you join choir? If you don't mind my asking."
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As Gauge outlined to Samantha in rather cryptic language whatever it was that had been going on between the two of them, she shook her head as she tried to understand. Frankly, she'd no idea what he was talking about. Smile more? Then, he'd shoved the other student - who had distinctive scars on either side of his mouth, she noted - into the opposite lockers, dislodging the knife from his grasp and getting the other student off of him. Inwardly, she nodded in approval - it earned Gauge a small cut on the lip, but it was an excellent way to get his attacker off that was assertive but not immediately violent.
For a moment, a brief, odd moment, she was almost proud of Gauge.
Then, he'd tased his assaulter.
Hand moving up to her open mouth, she stared on in shock. She'd absolutely no idea of any kind what her position was in this situation. Gauge, well, the tasing was unnecessary. But he could make a solid case for self defense even on a bad day. The guy had had a knife to his neck. Still, though, the threat seemed to have passed by the time he'd shoved the other kid into the lockers, and given her past experiences with Gauge, Samantha was certain his use of the taser was as much for the satisfaction of a little revenge. And that part was not okay.
And honestly, what the hell did Gauge have a taser for anyways? Her eyes flicked to the other student, if only briefly, to see that he appeared unconscious. Spying the other student's knife near her feet, she carefully grabbed it up off the floor, slipping it into her shirt pocket. Then, she began approaching Gauge, hands up in a calm gesture. "Gauge," she said, voice level. "Gauge, he's down. Put away the taser."
He did so without a thought. He was a little rattled. And samantha had just saved him sort of. "I-i didnt know if he was gunna get back up..m-my bad.." he said trying to shake off the adrenaline for a moment. He then realised who he was in front if and the walls came up so fast samantha could have geard a draw bridge go up. "Not that the weird freak didnt deserve it. Pulling a knife on someone means like expulsion or something right? He gives me th f@$king creeps." he said laying his back against the locker and slowly sinking down. His mouth hurt, his back hurt, and his ribs hurt. Today was just not for him. He caught samantha staring as usual trying to get a read on what he was thinking. "What?" he said more tired than angry. Whether she suceeced or not he didnt care. He just gave her a look that said "welcome to my life. Bask in its shitty-ness." before slowly trying and failing to stand. Then after a moment he said in embarrassed exasperation. "W..would you help me up. My knees gave out." he said looking at the floor like he wanted to sink into it
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And just as she'd requested, the taser immediately went away, disappearing from his outstretched paw. A small, silent sigh of relief escaped her lips at this, but her immediate relief was then reduced by what she saw in Gauge.
She could remember, when she was younger, having once owned a little inflatable puppet theater. You blew air into it, and a half hour of breathing in and out and one case of lightheadedness later, the whole thing expanded to be a trio of walls with a hole cut out for the puppets and various printed decorations on the sides. She actually wondered if her parents had kept it?
She could also remember when you'd deflated the thing, it would let air out slowly (or a bit more swiftly if you jumped on it), whistling, slowly reducing itself in size until it was little more than a pile of plastic that you rolled into a bag. And this analogy, she realized, wasn't actually the best for Gauge. She'd thought it was at first. But not entirely.
He did deflate, for the record. Immediately his face fell, eyes looking off through the walls at some thing that existed kilometers away. Voice incredibly quiet - and gentle, Good God, it was gentler than she'd ever heard it - he stammered out "I-I didnt know if he was gonna get back up..m-my bad..". He looked like he could barely stand. She'd never seen him like this.
Instantly, she began searching. She wanted to see as much of him like this as possible. She looked into his eyes and mined them for information. What his eyes looked at in the distance, it was a flower, and the petals spread around a singular consciousness that the universe could not otherwise replicate. The petals spread around Gauge.
She saw pain, she saw loss, she saw regret. Somewhat surprisingly, she saw very little fear. She saw hatred, but for what, she did not know. She suspected, however, that it was reserved in large part for himself. She saw all of these things, and she knew what they were because they had existed in herself only years prior. Because they still lurked, down in the deep dark of her soul, reminding her that the past existed and there was absolutely nothing that would ever change that. Ever.
Then, a new look. Recognition. This one spread across his entire face, replacing the previous face - one of weak exhaustion. And just like that, his entire face then changed to the old Gauge. The one she knew from class. The one that picked on others to show he could pick on others and wasn't weak. The one that had something to prove and a lot to loose. Yeah, that one.
His eyes frosted over with an icy indignation, his face contorted back into a grimace. He was back. "Not that the weird freak didnt deserve it," he said, huffing out as he did. He looked at her darkly. "Pulling a knife on someone means like expulsion or something right? He gives me the f@$king creeps." She didn't even bother correcting him for language or responding. What was the point when he'd already shut her out?
Yet he hadn't entirely, couldn't entirely, and she noticed this after a moment. Although Gauge wanted everything about him to speak to the same old bullying bigot he always was - and his face, eyes, and voice surely agreed - his body was not entirely on board. As he spoke, he still looked weak, shoulders slumped, head down, arms at his sides - and after a moment, he even stumbled backwards before hitting the lockers behind him and sliding to the floor. She watched him, face sad, seeing that his day, a day of bullying that would have been a triumph for many other canines in this school, was not nearly so for the wolf before her. This shit had taken a lot out of him.
Noticing her looking at him, his eyes narrowed, exasperated. "What?" he asked tiredly. He stared at her, and even though he was trying to hide himself, that stare was more telling than anything else he'd done already. It was a stare that said he knew this, he experienced this every day, he was used to it. It was a crock of shit, but he was used to it, and used to dealing with it.
He started to get up, but just . . . couldn't. Then, embarrassed, without meeting her eyes or even looking up, "W..would you help me up. My knees gave out."
She looked over at the kid he'd attacked. He was still out, or at least, he appeared to be. How in the hell was she gonna deal with this? The truth would get them both expelled, no problem. Of this she had no doubt. And as much sympathy as she had for Gauge, she was very willing to bet this kid had a decent reason for becoming angry like he had. Gauge had a tendency to create such emotions in others. 'Course, she was willing to bet that whatever it was that had inspired him to violence wasn't a decent reason for pulling a knife and seriously threatening another. Very few things would ever be, in her book. But either way, the truth being told was off the table, for both their sakes.
Then lie. But how? Send Gauge back to class, say that this student had collapsed . . . yes, maybe that could work, but she needed a way to keep him quiet when he woke up, or else he'd destroy the whole thing.
And what the hell was she doing? She was getting in deep, so deep. She didn't want this. She didn't want to have to deal with any of this. Yet it appeared it was going to be her problem no matter what, unless she just walked away. It was an option she could take, she knew. And it tempted her, calling . . .
Feeling weak herself, she did not help Gauge up. Instead, she crossed over to his left, not making eye contact with him, as she sat down next to him on the tile floor. She sighed out as she did so, knees in front of her chest, resting her hands on them. "Never thought you'd be asking for my help," she said with a small chuckle. Then her face turned serious again as she sighed out again and pulled herself back into the present. "Dammit, Gauge" was all else she had to say in a quiet tone. It was no small miracle in of itself that no other students had come into the hallway yet. She knew that should only have spurred her more eagerly into action, into dealing with this before it could get out of hand, but for right now, she wanted a moment to rest. To rest, and to think.
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She smiled and nodded. Pulling out her phone from her bag. Turning it on and going to contacts."w-well sure, let me have your number. Maybe we can hang out after, i have to see my mom though so i hope you wouldn't mind"she shyly looked to the side. Ugh it's like introducing a new boyfriend. Oh i hope no one gets the wrong idea. It'll be more trouble for him.
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He smiled back, as she pulled out her phone, feeling good it didn't turn out too awkward. "No no, that's fine", he quickly said, as she told him about her needing to see her mom first. Well... meeting the parents... Oh get real, he thought, shaking his head a bit. It had nothing to do with that. He told her his number, as she tapped it into her phone.
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"My bad..." he said again scooting closer slightly. He walls werent down. But shed already seen him down and wasnt kicking. So..maybe hed been wrong. Hell might as well be cool until she did start kicking. He decided hed be cool to her until she did something to hurt him. So with an aching body he opened his mouth. "I hated you. Until just now..you wanna know why?" he paused willing himself to get it out there. Willing himself to just say what he needed and be done. "You.. Remind me of Sierra. She was like my mom. I was 5 when dad started dating her. And i imprinted in a way. She was hard on me. Said i was smart and needed to act like it. That school would get me outta the hood. And my brothers got behind it. Made sure i went to school and kept kids off if me. No one messed with nerdy Gauge unless they wanted miles and jackie to put them in the hospital. I thought it was going to work out. I thought id make it. Then...before the start of freshman year..dad..he.." he paused for a moment. No tears. Stating the events like a casual conbersation. But he didnt want her pity. He just had to tell someone. No be strong. No. IM TIRED. IM TIRED OF BEING STRONG. IM TIRED OF BEING LONLY AND IM TIRED OF HIDING WHAT WENT ON IN THAT HOUSE...fine. "He told us..that she had left. He was
drunker..than usual." was it getting hard to breath? "He said
someone had broken into the house and she'd gotten scared and ran away. There was blood on the floor. Alot of blood. And i sat and cleaned it
up. And waited for sierra to come home. She never did. I mean its obvious now that he killed her. But..i dunno i guess i hated her for leaving
us.. And i guess you look so much like her..you got some of it too. And thats not all. You talk like her too..and you look at me like she used to. When ever id get in trouble at school shed always give me that look and know exactly what i felt and why id done something.." he sighed so caught up in everything and aching so badly everywhere it seemed he didnt even realise his head was laid on her shoulder. "I miss her.." he muttered.
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"Maybe"Kasai said to Ave."that guy creeps me out though,I wonder why he has an ever lasting smile".
"want some gum?"Kasai asked Ave.Kasai stops playing the game because she sees the teacher coming.
"What is the teachers name, by the way"Kasai asks Ave.
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Samantha could ever so distantly recall, earlier this morning, thinking that College hadn't prepared her for the fight happening then, in homeroom, an incident which had also happened to involve Gauge. It seemed she could not, therefore, muster the words to describe how she felt about what was happening presently and her subsequent lack of preparation for it.
Her expectations when she'd sat down had been for Gauge to get up immediately. For him to move as soon as his knees would let him, make some demeaning comment about her being a weak female, and then move on. After all, he'd only shown the highest level of disdain for her. The wall between them was like a force of nature - she was a teacher, he was a student. She kept order, he disrupted it. She attempted to help those less fortunate in this school, and he tore them down. They were fundamental opposites, no more, and as such, he would not ever deign to be seen sitting against the lockers with her by his side.
Those expectations, like a ship on a roiling sea, had been completely thrown out of place.
The last few moments were something incredible. "My bad . . . ," he'd said, before scooting closer to her. She'd tensed up - habits may die, but memories do not, even memories from long ago - but glancing at him, she'd seen immediately that he was not at all being hostile. He'd just looked weak. And then, from there, words had poured forth from him, a tide of inexorable pain that he was, for some un-surmisable reason, allowing her to witness. "I hated you. Until just now . . . you wanna know why?" she'd simply stared, knowing it was a rhetorical question. With what had looked like a good deal of effort, he'd started speaking. "You . . . remind me of Sierra. She was like my mom. I was 5 when dad started dating her. And I imprinted in a way."
At that point, Samantha had been very sure she knew exactly where the story was going. After all, Gauge'd said she was like his Mom. But still, Gauge continued, and Samantha listened. "She was hard on me. Said I was smart and needed to act like it. That school would get me outta the hood. And my brothers got behind it. Made sure I went to school and kept kids off of me. No one messed with nerdy Gauge unless they wanted Miles and Jackie to put them in the hospital. I thought it was going to work out. I thought I'd make it. Then . . . before the start of Freshman year . . . dad . . . he . . ." Here, Gauge's speaking and breathing took on a slightly random, sort of syncopated rhythm. Samantha had been fairly certain that he was holding back tears. His tone, however, had remained conversational.
"He told us . . . that she had left. He was drunker . . . than usual. He said someone had broken into the house and she'd gotten scared and ran away. There was blood on the floor. A lot of blood. And I sat and cleaned it up. And waited for Sierra to come home. She never did."
"Good God", she'd thought. "What in the hell has he-"
Then, Samantha had barely had time to react as, quite suddenly, he'd laid his furred head on her shoulder, ears brushing her neck. Her first reaction'd been to tense up, and despite a fairly refined control of her own body language, she had indeed tensed just a little. But he'd hardly seemed to notice it. Her inner and outer body frozen, her mind had been the only real thing that had remained active, desperately clawing at something, anything, in order to decide what to do in this situation, one in which she'd felt truly clueless. Teachers manuals would have only said to direct him to the Guidance Counselors, an amusing proposition when it came to Gauge. Past experiences with other students had never been near this level, for no canine like Gauge - involved in the violence, with such serious problems - had ever let her get close. So she had remained sitting with Gauge, unmoving, and just listened.
"I mean its obvious now that he killed her. But . . . I dunno I guess I hated her for leaving us . . . And I guess you look so much like her . . . you got some of it too. And that's not all. You talk like her too . . . and you look at me like she used to. When ever I'd get in trouble at school she'd always give me that look and know exactly what I felt and why I'd done something . . ." And all of that was why she now sat in the hallway, Gauge's head on her shoulder, her expectations completely defenestrated and replaced by a reality that was, in fact, far harsher than any attitude he could have possibly thrown at her for sitting with him. That was why she felt completely at a loss, perhaps as helpless as the student next to her, lacking any semblance of preparation for the scenario she was presented with.
"I miss her . . ." he said, his voice a whisper, a ghost of the Gauge she knew. Had she looked upon herself in this moment, not knowing its buildup, she might have cheered for her. Hooray, she'd finally gotten Gauge to open up to her. But now, well, it didn't feel right. This whole thing didn't feel right. It wasn't as if her conscious mind was confused about the fact that she didn't feel happy after he'd just told her a story that was tragic as anything, no, that part seemed plenty logical. The whole thing just didn't feel . . . well, she wasn't entirely certain there was a word for what it felt like. A mix between defeat, sorrow, and an irrational fear for the creature sitting next to her.
They remained in silence for a long moment, an ironic reflection of the silence that had punctuated their "showdown" earlier today. She didn't move, instead just allowing him to rest his head there, afraid that any action from her might break the extreme fragility of the current peace between the two of them. Finally, however, she decided that she could speak. The reality of the situation was bearing down hard on her, and she could ignore it no longer - this moment was delicate, and she wanted to figure Gauge out and let him say what he needed to say. Yet they were in the middle of the school hallway, and if another student saw them like that, Samantha was sure Gauge would close himself off, and doubtful he'd ever open back up out of the potential for teasing by his classmates.
Ever so gently reaching her right paw up her side, she pushed it beneath his head and her shoulder, cradling the side of his face in it. Attempting in the extreme to not feel like she was pushing him off, she instead moved herself away from him, supporting his head with her paw as she rotated herself to face him. She closed her eyes for a long moment, then, she looked at him, his head still resting in her paw. But instead of studying him, as she often did with her students (perhaps brown bears weren't the only ones who were obvious about it?) she stared directly at him, meeting his gaze, not moving her eyes. "Gauge, we're still out in the hallway" she finally said in her gentlest tone, attempting, in as much as she could, for it to sound like a reminder meant for his sake. That's what it truly was, after all, but still, she wasn't sure if he would take it the wrong way.
Moving her right paw away from his face, she then stood up. As she did so, she produced her left paw, waiting for him to take it so that she could help him up, smiling softly, comfortingly, albeit somewhat unsure, down on him.
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'in a light whisper at first but then grew into a roaring current all I could hear was.' wake up Madness wake up. 'i sit bolt upright chest heaving and look around for my knife but see the wolf and some other fur sitting there. Just siting there after I had threatened to destroy his face make it like mine.' "what the f@$k are you doing? I was going to destroy him ruin his life like mine was destroyed." 'i stare at them and wonder where my knife is.' oh no she has my knife my best knife the only thing in my possession other than these scars and clothes... Hahaha Madness your little knife is gone... "shut up you stupid freak." 'i bang my head into a locker.' Madness don't do that it hurts... good... 'I look at the two of them that are now staring at me.' "well then you actually gona fight me or not? And where's my knife?"
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she tapped the number into her phone, then hit save. She smiled and thought, i'm so happy. I get to be closer to him. Maybe as a best frienf. She placed her phone in her pocket. Then thought about if he would be scared of her mother. She is very kind but can be scary if she needs to. I've never introduced anyone to her. I hope she wont think of anything bad since he's a guy. My mom is very social to other species. "oh um don't worry about my mom, she's really nice. I don't wanna sound weird"she said awkwardly, with a slight giggle
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He smiled back to her, as she was done typing in the number and saving it. This is so awesome. For once, I actually have a great friend, he thought, looking down at the number on his bandaid, then back to her. "Oh, don't worry about it", he said, sensing her slight awkwardness, "I think I've been through the worst that'll happen today", he added with a little awkward chuckle, moving his bandaided arm around a bit. At least... I hope so, he thought, masking a little smile to her. I just hope she doesn't get the wrong idea..., he then thought, thinking about her mother.
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She rummaged through her bag and found her biggest water bottle. Well, is was huge compared to her, but to Neko it was a little bigger than her hand. She handed it to her and smiled. "It should be cold, I let it cool in a river near my house last night and it froze." She realized how dirty the river was and she quickly stammered. "B-but don't worry! I kept the cap out of the water so I-its still clean." She desperately tried to explain but stopped and hung her head down. Christ Tempest just shut up. She ran her paw over her face before looking back up again. "You could probably get a fur cut? My mom would probably be happy to with no charge. She loves meeting people from my school, and I'm sure she'd love you." She giggled softly. "Might take a while though, she's only a little bigger than I am." She grabbed a smooth fragrant rock from her bag and ran it over her neck and cheeks, purring as she did so. "So why'd you join choir? If you don't mind my asking."
Neko accepted the water bottle and took a big gulp. "Ah dat felt good, dank you." Neko said handing back the water bottle. She was glad to have made a friend so quickly on her first day and Tempest was right. As Neko ran her paw through her fur it did feel really thick.
"I guess a fur cut vould be good and I would gladly accept your mama's help. Just be avare that my fur is my pride and joy." This was a fact of almost any lion, they were often very prideful of their fur and although Neko was only half lion she still felt the same way.
"I vas in choir back in homeland and vas top of my class. When I moved here I figure it vas good idea to continue." Neko saw your fragrant rock and looked at it curiously.
"Vhat is dat?" She asked.
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She smiled and tucked the water bottle back in her bag. "No problem, and don't worry, she wouldn't shave you bald or anything. She'll probably ask lots and lots of questions just to make sure she'd do it right." She giggled softly and perked her ears up. "Top of the class? That's amazing!" Her tail flicked and swished left and right as she spoke. "I hope we can do just as well here." She looked her rock over and smiled. "This is one of my grandmothers fragrance rocks. She gave it to me for my 15th birthday. My mother has one that still smells wonderful from her 15th birthday. I think my brother will get his in a few years too." She put in a secret pocket in her bag and purred softly. "Did you sing alto or soprano?"
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"so"she looked up at him, curling her tail around the chair under her,"what kind of family do you have? Do they fight like other packs ?"she was just curiously if his family was violent or not. Like gauge's. But he didn't seem like the type that he would have such a family. All i have is my mom, all the family i got. Does he even have siblings? Geez i need to stop being nosey
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He looked up at her again, accidently looking her in the eyes. He quickly looked elsewhere, like her nose, blushing lightly. But even though, he felt awkward, it kinda felt nice... No, what?, he thought, asking himself. "Well, they're genuinely peaceful", he started off, looking back at her, rubbing his neck a bit, "I mean... I get your wonder...ment", he continued. Wonder-ment? Really? Is that even a word?, he thought, giving himself a mental slap to the face, "But they're not like here. We didn't really have the same problem, where I come from. I mean, there was a little speciesm, but that was only verbally. My family didn't like that, and neither do I", he finished, scratching the table a bit. "So, what about you? How's your family?", he asked, softly leaning his head on his left paw.
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'in a light whisper at first but then grew into a roaring current all I could hear was.' wake up Madness wake up. 'i sit bolt upright chest heaving and look around for my knife but see the wolf and some other fur sitting there. Just siting there after I had threatened to destroy his face make it like mine.' "what the f@$k are you doing? I was going to destroy him ruin his life like mine was destroyed." 'i stare at them and wonder where my knife is.' oh no she has my knife my best knife the only thing in my possession other than these scars and clothes... Hahaha Madness your little knife is gone... "shut up you stupid freak." 'i bang my head into a locker.' Madness don't do that it hurts... good... 'I look at the two of them that are now staring at me.' "well then you actually gona fight me or not? And where's my knife?"
"Staying down wouldve been smarter. Or even just pulling out the hooks in your chest so yah know. This doesnt happen." Guage said as he dove on top of his dropped tazer and pulled the trigger for a solid 60 seconds watching electricity arc through this looney. before dropping it again and popping out its battery."My bad sheila.." he whispered. Not looking at sam but up like he could see through the ceiling. He swayed a little but righted himself and looked solid enough after a moment. "Jesus F@$cking Christ." whats a kid like that doing hear anyway. If he tries that shit on another wolf thier pack will eat him. And i mean literally. Its a right of passage. Not doing it shows disrespect. Annmd these are people you disrespect. So id be liyin if i told you id never eaten wolf. Anyway. Just comon." he said throwing a protective arm around her. A gesture she knew well. It told the world "this is my female. I will hurt you if you come close." he checked to see if madness had followed but the sucker was probably still out cold. A few other pack wolves gave Gauge odd looks. But a growl or two sent them scurrying. They made it to her room without incident. "There" he said as theu walked into the empty class room. But he was still holding her close. He didnt seem to notice. Samantha just got the feeling he subconsciously didnt wanna let go. Guage was just relived they got back saftly.
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Get up you wimp... shut up I'm going to sleep... oh no someone will see you like this your in the hall... 'groans and sits up.' "that was horrible and wonderful at the same time." 'stands up and shakes off the after shock noticing that the wolf was gone. Then pulls out the hooks drawing a little blood. Then starts on my way to class when I get there I walk in and sit in the back and groan a little.' "mmmmmmhm."
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"oh i only have my mom, but she's all i need. Heheh"she smiled at him. Thats nice to know he's different, i like that. Then she noticed the odd fox come in and sat down. She got worried and walked over to him. What happen? Was it gauge? Possibly, but the state gauge is in. I'm pretty sure he's too unstable, but he could. She leaned over Madness desk, then asked,"what happened to you? You ok?"
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"Oh. Well, as long as your happy with her, I guess that's all you need", he replied, smiling to her, "Well-", he said, about to ask about her father. Well, if she had any, that was. He was pretty curious about it, but didn't wanna seem too nosy. As he got cut off by her looking back, he looked over her shoulder to see what she was looking at, noticing the fox with the scars from before.
(Please remember the 3 post rule, Madness)
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"oh me I'm fine." 'leans on the back of my chair but pinches the areas where the hooks were at.' "you should worry about yourself you looked pretty upset up there. Owwww 'lifts up my shirt showing the marks where the hooks were and rubbed them.'
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*BANG* A wolf, fox hybrid, ran through the school lobby doors at tops speed.
Shit, I'm two hours late, I knew that I should have left earlier, okay focus, that map on your left indicates that choir is three halls down, take a left, right, and stop half way, my current speed is about 30 mph, so I should stop...NOW! All this happened in the mater of seconds of hitting the front doors he internally calculated the perfect time to stop and rout to his second block class. He knocked on the door.
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Mr. Forrest turned around, eyebrows raised at the knock. He stood from his chair and answered the door. "Hello?" He smiled at the new student and opened the door for him to come in. "I'm Mr. Forrest, and you must be..?" He trailed off, waiting for an answer. My, my, how many other student will be late in the first day? He chuckled softly to himself and ran a hand over his head feathers, smoothing them and motioning him to come in and find a seat.
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"are you sure? I'm pretty sure you're not ok, i will worry"she says as she grabs his arm gently and looks at the wounds,"i should take you to the nurse.."she says as she scanned him. I know he might be used to this but im still worried, she thought. She looked over to Marcus and back to Madness.
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Sitting on his chair, he watched the conversation unfold between the two. What happened? he thought leaning a bit towards them, until he saw the hook marks, Ooohh; that doesn't look good he then thought, cringing a bit. He leaned back in his chair, putting a finger slightly between his lips. Who could have done this?... he thought, before getting hit by an assumption: Oh well, maybe it was Gauge... probably he finished, still staring at the two without realizing it. But... why? he thought, slightly raising an eyebrow, I mean... it's not like he's in a pack... or is he?... noo, he probably just insulted him in some way. He shook his head slightly, trying to get the thought away, before seeing Yuro quickly glancing over at him. He raised his head towards her, slightly raising both of his eyebrows as to say "hm? Need me?" but got up as she turned to the fox again. I should probably help... whatever happened he thought, approaching them.
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'withdraws my arm.' "oh yeah I'm fine worry about yourself that's what had happened to you earlier you weren't thinking of yourself. Besides I'm used to getting hurt I've been in to many fights for just a tazer to hurt me." 'shuts up because I'm saying to much.' Madness your stupid quit thinking and just talk... shut up I'm trying to do as best I can... god why are you still talking any way you've already worried her and you mentioned the tazer yeah smart...
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(sorry but since its been slow and empty. Imma post again)
She saddens a bit, and thinks, oh poor him. He's been through alot so much that he's used to it..She glances at Marcus, smiling brightly,"get my bag dear Marcus." she turned back to Madness and hugs him tightly,"i'll be your friend."she grinned friendly like. It looks like he needs a friend too. She lets go, standing straight.
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"Kanichiwa, Watashi wa Tenshi Akuma desu,
Hello I am Akuma Tenshi sorry for my tardiness, I miss judged the distance from my...home, to school." Akuma introduced with a respectful bow as he watched the faces of his fellow students to see their reaction to his race, ethnicity, and his chosen speech. Their faces were composed of uninterest as many were on their phones, too much interest, from there stares he was getting, and hate of his race or ethnicity, as the glares and silent but audible cracks from many canine.
"Where would you have me sit Mr....? Akuma asked uneasy as he blanked at the teachers name, he hated not knowing general information. He stared at the ground so the shame he felt wasn't visible.
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The class looked at the new student curiously for a moment before continuing their conversations. The Cardinal smiled at the hybrid and held out his hand. "Mr. Forrest. Nice to meet you, Akuma. Sit anywhere you'd like.' He said in a friendly manner, gesturing to the seats.
Tempest perked her ears up at the new student. "Ooh, he seems cool." She said to her thick furred friend. She waved politely and smiled at him. "I wonder how many other students will be here." She murmured softly and flicked her tail a bit.
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'looks around when she hugs me.' ugh what is she doing she wants to be my friend... oh shut up Madness you can use a friend I mean you still hear me and plus you will need back up if your really going to fight that wolf... your right but shut up... 'smiles.' "awwww that's sweet of you tank you very much I could use a friend." 'gives her a creepy smile."
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Having only taken a few steps towards them, Yuro turned to him saying "Get my bag dear Marcus"... Dear?... is.. is she... nah, you're overthinking too much. he thought, quickly turning around to get her bag, as well as to hide his slight blush. Picking it up, he turned to them again, walking back to them. "Here you go," he said, putting the bag down next to her, pulling a chair over, turning it around, sitting on it, resting his elbows on the back of it, watching the fox' wounds again with a concerned look on his face.
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Akuma stares for a few seconds, deducing the most tactical seat to take. The front gives me too much attention, middle can keep me hidden in a crowd but that also puts him at a disadvantage from the students at the top, easily overpowered by a pouncing student, so logically the best would be the back, the nosebleed seats where students go to disappear into their phones. Akuma snaps back to reality, hoping not to have blacked out long. Akuma made his way to the back corner.
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Kasai boringly satres at the teacher who kept on talking,wondering what to do when she comes home.
Kasai finally gets so boared, she lies down on her elbow and sleeps...................................
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Hand outstretched towards Gauge, Samantha realized that the extended fragility of such a situation - the fox staying down, nobody entering the hallway, Gauge not being, well, himself - was bound to die. There were just too many variables waiting to destroy everything. And surely enough, a single variable changed, shattering the entire situation and bringing the curiously beautiful moment crashing down on its head.
Behind Samantha came the sound of movement, movement that was panicked, quick, not something she wanted especially to hear right this moment. Hand dropping as she spun around, Samantha turned around to face the fox as he sat upright for a moment. Fur disheveled, expression disoriented, hooks in his chest - he looked a mess. But most striking about him were his eyes. They spoke to something she'd never seen before in another creature – panic, anger, fear, she couldn’t place her paw on it for the life of her.
She hardly had time, however, to think on this before he instantly began to lose it. "What the f@$k are you doing?” he hissed at them, face absorbed by emotion. “I was going to destroy him ruin his life like mine was destroyed."
There were normal circumstances where Samantha would never, ever have found herself involved in something as . . . utterly unbelievable as this. As utterly unbelievable as the present situation before her. Quite jarring, however, was the forced acknowledgement of the reality of the fact that Samantha was far beyond any one of those points. She was very much in her present situation whether or not she wanted to be. And now, she needed to deal with it, like, well, like an adult.
Holding out a hand in a calming gesture, Samantha started in, talking to the fox before her. “I, I don’t-” She truly didn’t get far before being again interrupted as he completely and utterly began to lose it again.
Whirling around violently, he banged his head into a locker, presumably because he was disoriented or dizzy from just being tased. Samantha couldn’t help but gasp just a little as the metal clanged under the response from his head.
The apparent head wound seemed to have little effect, however, as he immediately turned back to them and spoke up again. "Well then you actually gonna fight me or not? And where's my knife?" he spat at them. Well then, this was precarious. She couldn’t give the knife back, obviously. Out of the question. She knew that. But more importantly, he was supposed to know that.
See, in both their worlds, worlds that intersected at the school, there was a common understanding of certain things. Namely, really, those things boiled down to the rules. The school had established rules and regulations for what they could and could not do. There were smaller rules, and there were big rules. The smaller rules could be broken, with a varied range of generally small responses from different teachers. The larger rules were not broken. Such was the understanding.
One such larger rule was that you did not use or display weapons on school property.
Of course, it should be noted that these “rules” and “understandings” were dependent on Samantha’s individual point of view. However, the ultimate point was that students realized the reality of the fact that knives were a no-no on school property, especially during school hours. Therefore, asking for one back from a teacher, was especially odd. Few students would ever do something like that.
So why did he? Well, what could be deduced was that he wanted it very badly for some reason. Most likely because he had something to fear, and that knife was his safety blanket, the difference between the bright, comforting light of day, and the all consuming depths of darkness – so to speak. Either way, she couldn’t give it to him, that much was obvious. But how, then, to defuse somebody who so desperately wanted something that she couldn’t-
"Staying down would’ve been smarter. Or even just pulling out the hooks in your chest so yah know. This doesn’t happen." She whirled around just in time to see Gauge dive for the taser and press the button, yet again sending bolts of electricity into the chest of their victim.
Good God. Their victim. She’d just thought of this fox as their victim - and she'd thought of him as their victim. But the truth was, she made little movement to halt Gauge, half-assedly reaching out a hand towards him, no more. She made no utterance as he pressed down the button on the taser, made no movement towards him as he held it down for an ungodly long amount of time, didn’t try to stop him at all during any of these acts. She simply allowed herself to be guided numbly as he popped out the battery on the taser, leaving the weapon behind, before he put an arm around her and moved her away, saying words she did not process. Hell, she barely even thought about the fact that Gauge had a protective arm around her. They walked past other canines whose questioning glances were quickly discouraged by Gauge’s aggressiveness before they finally came to her empty classroom. And her mind was still foggy.
They stood there a long moment. Gauge’s arm was held protectively around her, she close to him. She was far, far too confused to speak or act for those moments, and . . . well, she was comforted by it. By the warmth of animal contact. There felt like an incredibly swiftly newly arrived kinship between the two of them, born as quickly as the arrival of an instant in time. They were, the two of them, connected. She wasn’t entirely certain if they would ever be the same.
Her mind began to rush back to her. There was gravity here. Real, serious, palpable gravity. This situation was bad. She’d not the faintest idea of how she was gonna fix any of this. Shit. Um. Shit.
Mind clearer, she gently pushed herself back from him. Looking directly at him, she said all that seemed logical - it was said against her better judgement, it should be noted. It was not what she should have said. Yet she said it nonetheless. “Gauge. We’ve got a problem.”
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He stopped. And turned to face her as well. "What?" he said gruffly. Not in an angry sense even if that was how it sounded. More like annoyed that more shit kept piling on today. He didnt need more problems. But he sure as hell could use a solution or 2. "Look if it was the whole putting my arm around you thing or whatever Im sorry. Things were happening fast so i just kind of did it alright..." he said scratching the back of his ear like a nervious tic. He pulled out a cigerette absentmindidly and went to light it before a slow shake of samanthas head with the unspoken threat of instant death made him put it away quickly. "Sorry..old habits.."
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"hey do you think you can help me find this teacher?" 'explains Samantha's features.' "she was with... thevermind can you just help me find her?" 'i give her a sad face.'
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Akuma takes his seat. He then precedes to mark his territory, though he found that its not socially acceptable to piss on his belongings as that's what got him kicked out of his last school, and friend group, and his swim team, and just about everywhere. He symbolizes this action by clawing his signature into the desk. He then stares ahead blankly as he mentally prepares to take on ridicule and or death threats as his last school has taught him. :) :S :/ :| T_T
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Kasai wakes up and then looks at the clock."time to go i guess" Kasai thought to herself.She looks over at Ave.Then she pickes up her stuff and goes past the door.