Fantasy Cognitious RP {Official}

[DeathValley105]

"Welcome class of 2023 and welcome back to our returning students to Cognitionis High!” Principal Edwards would say over the announcement system “I can already tell that by all the bright new smiles I have seen while walking through the halls that this year will indeed be a great one. Now before I start the announcements please rise for the pledge of allegiance.” There would be a momentary pause before he would continue “I pledge Allegiance to the flag
of the United States of America
and to the Republic for which it stands,
one nation under God, indivisible,
with Liberty and Justice for all. You may now be seated.” He would say before another quick pause “For today’s announcements Student Council have brought in a special guest speaker to teach you the rights and wrongs that she has committed, momentarily you will be dismissed to the auditorium for your presentation. In other news Paintball, Fencing, and Football signups have begun, signups are duo next Friday August 30th and tryouts will be on September 1st. Clubs begin meeting next week so teachers remember not to let your students out if they say they are going to clubs. I repeat, there are no clubs this week. That is all for today’s announcements, buildings Temperantia, Castitas, and Humilitas are now dismissed to head to the auditorium. Have a good day, Scientia, Fidelitas, Honoris!” Principal Edwards would say, ending the announcements and the halls soon becoming silent.

In the building of Temperantia students rushed out into the hallways, a jumbled mess of body parts and noises filling the once silent building, it seemed to last for just by a quick second before with s final slam of the iron doors the building once more quieted down, like a giant whom had for just but a moment woken up from its nap. Yet in this absence of life and sound a black cloud would emerge from several of the lockers lining the walls. A cold wind seemed to blow through the hall as loose paper was silently brushed along, insects hiding in crevices scurried away as something menacing seemed to take form. The dark cloud would merge together only to form three figures, each completely different from the other. One with skin as pale as snow, onyx hair rested on the top of his head tied backwards with a loose knot, a greasy goatee emerging from his face and highlighting the sunken eyes and jaw line. He was by far the tallest of the trio with an odd apparel, consisting of a deep purple and black robe while he also seemed to be holding a scepter of sorts that seemed to also resemble a lightning rod. Looking around the man would let out a scoff of disgust before asking "Is this the location?"

"Yes,I can sense that this was where it returned. Buried deep within the fabrics..." The second man would hiss out, the shortest of them all but by far the most muscular, he looked to be abut five foot and nearly just as wide, muscles bulged and seemed ready to tear through the sleeves of his green vest and had long blond hair that fell over his eyes and face which covered most of his distinguishable features. A strange aura seemed to emit from him, drawing in a sense of confidence and yet, a presence of fear seemed to be what caused life to stray away from him. The third and final member of the trio would be the leanest of them all, if not for his company he could possibly be mistaken for a track runner, yet that was not the case, he had wild and spiky hair being silver of color. He also wore simple trousers and a ragged looking loose shirt with a windbreaker. Folding his arms he would take a step forward and look down the hall both ways just as a student rushed out of one of the doors, fumbling with his things.

"A high school of all places, are you sure?" He said in a unusually thick Russian accent for his size and statue, turning to look to the second. At the same moment the kid would perk up and walk over, rising his hand for a high five

“Ты из России?” The child asked, continuing by regardless if the high five was given or not. The third member would follow the boy with his head before blinking, in not even a millisecond the boy would collapse, blood poured out of his ears and eyes, skin hugging the bone, and clothing big and loose on what was now a skeletal and very much dead version of the child. Turning to the second once more he smiled and with a smug look commanding

"Let's make this quick, dispose of the boy and meet back here." Then he would unfold his arms and at an unusually fast pace made his way down the hall down the path the boy had come from, the other two men giving a look to one another before the first man walked over to a patch shadow, the second growling and walking over to the corpse

"Always giving me the shit job."
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"Jay you'll have floor one of Patientia and will command group two consisting of Argo, Rever, and Johnny. Remember, the goal is to try and recruit new members, not scare them away, so don't actually load your guns. I don't know about you but I don't trust Rever with it outside of practice and the field." Justin Finn, captain of the Paintball Team said laughing. That was this morning, Jay, Justin, Robert, and Sophie had discussed in a meeting between the captain and co-captains. Snapping out of your flashback would be Rever, Johnny, and Argo waiting for further orders. Argo just like always seemed to be getting ready to challenge the hierarchy, Rever was leaning up against the wall bored and holding his gun lazily, meanwhile Johnny moved over to the other side of the door, readying himself.

"Come on lets get this over with guys! Look how many classes we got to cover, whats the deal Cpt getting Vietnam flashbacks?" He joked, pulling down his mask and rasing the gun slightly, pointing the barrel down towards the door handle. How would the others react? Time was running short and no doubt the others had already begun the storm and recruit operation, Jay knew that if he didn't take command soon Argo would do it for him.

EldridSmith ZuluSlayer Peckinou
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"Welcome class to AP European History, if you couldn't tell already my name is Mr. Myers, now if any of you are in the wrong class please raise your hand." He'd wait for a few moments taking a sip of what could only be coffee before he took a step forward and motioned to the class as a whole "Now I don't necessarily mean if your in the wrong class or class period in that case you should just get up and leave." He'd chuckle "By what I meant was if you don't think you can handle the curriculum and workload of this class or the work required please raise your hand and we can get you all sorted out."

As Mr. Myers begun his introductory speech you could already tell that not only would this be an interesting class but the teacher himself seemed to be rather intriguing, as you had walked into class you just like most others had to look for your name on the board and pick up a piece of paper. On it you had to write your name, a few of your favorite things, and a interesting fact about yourself. You were quickly drawn out of your thoughts as the teacher asked if anyone had any questions

MorgathosTheRussian
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Odysseus would receive a similar treatment as Mark had, finding his seat and picking up a piece of paper which just so happened to be the rubric, however differently from Mark a series of dice and figurines were mashed into a small box sitting on the corner of his desk the teacher would pick up one of the figurines and present it to the class, there seemed to be nothing special about it nor anything remarkable about it either. Just a simple looking army man "What I hold in my hand is nothing special, its simply a toy figurine. Yet in a broader scale it represents a life, a thinking breathing machine with a capacity to do whatever it wishes. Your goal for the beginning of class, set up your figurines in whatever way you wish best on the top of your desk, once your finished wait for further orders or introduce yourself to your group mates."

In the box there were a total of 13 army men. Two rocket launchers, one sniper, five pistoleers, 3 men whom had mounted machine guns, and two men who were in a crawling position. How would you situate them on your desk?

Yiannis123
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Wynett stood behind the curtain of the auditorium, already she could see students from the various buildings heading inside and sitting down with their various friends in whatever part of the auditorium they wished, security guards and teachers as instructed were situated near the entrances to make sure none of them conveniently had to use the bathroom. As she spied on everyone she saw the band director start to have his students play, before the symphony of music began she heard a cough behind her and another girls voice ask "Are you Wynett?"

"One, two, three." Mr. Jones would say raising his baton and suddenly the band would burst into song, it wasn't the most interesting thing to be doing and certainly didn't give him the popular vote, but as the song began Jeffery couldn't help but start to get into the song, despite your best intensions your heart and soul played for you but your mind wondered elsewhere, what was this assembly about? Nothing had been specified expect that they were needed to play as an introduction of sorts, what gives?

Their building had been one of the first to be called, the boys and girls PE class had soon merged with one another with friends talking to one another on the way over to the auditorium, behind them would be the weight training class with none other than Calvon Lamar talking and joking around with his group of friends, in an odd way it was disrespectful to have someone so popular like that take up the space, but of course for Valerie she wouldn't mind, however Thomas on the other hand that was a different story. As they were herded into the room the two of them found themselves sitting near one another, that loudmouth and his friends sitting one row in front of them, typical, would they move or simply attempt to just deal with the attention being drawn in their direction. Or would they do something about it?

Kye9842 ThatDamnPaladin Xio Grissum2 B BigBooty

 

[Yiannis123]

Odyesseus would place the two crawling men in the front, a mounted machine gun on the left,centre and right firing over them. In between and next to the the machine guns he would place the pistoleers, but keeping one pistoleer in reserve. Behind them he would place the two rocket launchers ,who would hold fire, and in the back far off he would place the sniper so that he would have a line of fire between his comrades and thus preventing any friendly fire.

He had finished so he patiently waited for further instructions. He sat there quietly watching what the others were doing with their army men.

 

[BigBooty]

Despite being at a new school, Jeffery's love of playing percussion still remained. In Middle School he had joined band since it was a requirement, but now it was something he felt like he had an obligation to do. Of course, this could have been left over sentiment, since none of his friends were in the band anymore. Perhaps he was trying to hold on to a time that had now passed, but for now he tried to focus on playing his instrument, the Bass Drum. Jeffery had always been honest with people, and admitted that he chose to focus on this instrument since it usually had simple music, and he did not really push himself to perfect his playing. He had begun to see his friends surpass him in the percussion section within 2 years, but he was not one to really have much of his ego riding on his playing skill. He would also joked that he chose the Bass Drum since it was big like him, and in a sense felt a kinship with it (this was a joke of course). As he skimmed over the music, making sure that he was still with the band, Jeffery wondered why this was such short notice, and that they had not been given much warning as to the nature of this assembly. Yet, he resigned himself, knowing that the likely cause would show itself in due time, and tried once again to focus on the music. However, he found his mind drifting instead onto History class, and wondering what unit would be next in their curriculum.

 

[Xio]

Valerie did mind a bit, but she tried not to let the weight training group's usage of space get to her. She might have cared more if she liked Physical Education in any way. She could not think of any reason why she would though; running around, getting tired, playing sports she did not care about, and of course constantly being compared to athletes who had won the genetic lottery. None of that appealed to her, but she was forced to be here. Why did they even need a band opening the assembly anyway? She could not imagine there being any kind of ceremony just for the PE classes, no matter how proud the school was of their sports teams. Or maybe that was what this was about and the school just wanted to flaunt them. Whatever the reason was, she did not care. At least the music meant the assembly would go on for a while. Between the music and the loud-mouths in front of her, she could barely hear anything. The opposite was also true though; anyone looking in her direction would see the group of huge lifters before they saw the short, silver-haired girl behind them. Not to say she was not a bit intimidated, but it was not by them. The guy beside her was giving her a bad vibe. She did not want to assume the homeless-looking guy was bad, but on the other hand she didn't want to offend him either. "Just don't look him in the eye." Valerie thought as she reached into her bag and pulled out her phone. Considering the length of time of an average song and the necessary time to give the information the assembly was about, she probably had time to get the rest of her dailies out of the way before the game's timers reset later that morning. All she had to do was deal with the lifter's shenanigans in the meantime.

ThatDamnPaladin

 

[Kye9842]

"Great, the guys who won't bother listening to what this is about are here." Wynett grimaced, watching as the jocks and their parties of followers strolled in, along with the other, more humble members of the class.

It's not like she had anything out for any of the boys, or the one specific loudmouth Calvon- she was actually on good terms with the guy. The thing is, she knew the presentation had a losing chance of penetrating their dense noggins. Oh well. You'll never be able to control or motivate everybody and everyone into being perfect.

Sighing, she wished to be anywhere but here- in class, home, with the paintball team. Wynett knew that the upcoming show would make her as... nervous... as the audience, considering that she had one constant reminder to compel her to understand the risks involved and such. She'd most rather want to be out with the paintball crew while they recruited- while her presence there would be as minor as the one she played here, it would at least give her the chance to be in a more comfortable environment, with people she wouldn't call friends, but at least considered them to be. There'd also be-

"Are you Wynett?"

"Wha-? OH, yeah, this is she..." 'This is she'? She scolded herself mentally. You aren't answering some random phone call- this is another human being, you dimwit.

Hiding a scowl at her own errs and being disturbed, Wynett turns completely around to face the girl. "What... ehm, what's up?" Real smooth talk from the Council President, Wyn.

 

[ThatDamnPaladin]

Thomas had paused in his musing as he when they moved from one class to another, he'd managed to pull out his smart phone while they were walking. Score one for the T-Man, but that being said; he could feel some sort of pull, some sort of- want to do something. Apparently the narrative device really wants him to do something to the guys who outweigh and out lift him, clearly this is a bad move. Thomas however does position himself to a point where he can kick back; he didn't stink- thankfully; as there was a place to wash clothes right next to where he was 'holed up' so to speak. Of course being in PE uniform, since he had one from last year... well, he didn't look that homeless. It must be the dreads... But, his... absolutely awful totally terrible halfassedunique and wonderful sense of style in the hair department; made it so he'd not be bothered.

Thank goodness.

Although, there was that cute girl who seemed to be worried about making eye contact with him- that wasn't too weird but still; somewhat rude. So, with that said he did roll his eyes, and Valerie can hear a voice that is cracked; but rather sotto, subdued almost- albeit more than loud enough to be heard. Mostly because sitting right next to someone did that, "So, any idea what this is about? Cuz I'm pretty sure this isn't normal."

To no one in particular.

 

[EldridSmith]

Jay remembers all the times they practiced this feeling confident they will pull this off before he has them all position themselves in front of the door. He double checks everyone's gear before before ordering the operation to commence.
(Will expand later don't worry)

 

[MorgathosTheRussian]

Ah, high school. The land of doomed teenage romances, underage drinking, social backstabbing, and toxic friendships doomed to die. A wonderful place for the youth of today. Mark did his best to love the place. To him, it was like a Chinese labor camp. To others, a paradise on Earth. In any case, it was cursed with a sarcastic Dutchman. Ehehe, if only could fly. That'd be quite a good meme.

Mark stared blankly at his desk. He was already bored straight. He endured shit like this for two years already. Part of him just wanted to pass out like a dead man on the desk. Other part knew he had to pay attention to class so he wasn't murdered by the teacher. He would just wait out the speech and wait for his syllabus.

 

[Grissum2]

"Ayy yo, I'mma be bypassing all these motherfuckers once football season starts," he said, proud of his running back skill, "especially that n---- Joseph! Remember him? he's dat n---- from that other school, I forgot the name! but last year, his white ass be out here talking shit, he be like, 'oh you know I'm going to be the one who finally catch your Calvon dude. Your team is going to lose,' and then he never once got close to me! His team be doing all the work for his ass while I be scoring on these n----!"

It's finally good to go back to school. He just miss his AI due to the fact that clubs are not going to run these week. He also looks forward to see what's going to be presented at the Auditorium.

 

[ZuluSlayer]

Argo was weak once. In the south, a time long ago. He let them walk over him, to demand things of him. Such times had long since passed, and with them, any shred of previous weakness. He emerged from that fire as an ambitious person, one who would gladly walk on his "allies" to make sure he got a bit more powerful. But he knew that in modern society, it was as important to be kind and generous as it was to be ruthless. He didn't have to actually be kind, though. Acting would suffice.

Taking up his weapon, he followed along with what his CO ordered. A useful chance to get acquire some more hardware. In another life, Jay would've been a good friend and a good leader. But not in this one. A good leader combined kindness with brutality, generosity to his followers with a disregard for their lives. Care too much, and you won't be able to give them up for the betterment of all. Or in Argo's case, himself.

 

[Peckinou]

Rever didn't even hesitate before preparing moving ahead, he was board out of his mind and was only thinking about a bit of sleep or shooting someone on the paintball field. He loved winning and seeing taking out people in a unusually fast manner, he already viewed himself as the teams A player and anyone who thought otherwise would be targeted by him on the field. As far as he is concerned he already made the dream team, and as long as his teammates could carry their weight then he was sure that they would be able to win competition again. He sighed a bit though as he was preparing to help recruit rookies into the club he had a good eye for finding people who would be good and was able to pick out who would be the biggest threats on a team a number of times before. Although as of right now he doubted anyone would be good enough to be worth his time though but he still put his paintball mask above his head as he started following his co captains orders.

 

[DeathValley105]

As Odysseus finished setting up his men he would see that around his own table and from those around the class many of them had used similar types of formations, some had the pistoleers towers the front and the mounted guns at the back, others had the rockets on the front lines being flanked by the mounted guns. There were a great deal of different formations with each being a representation of how that student thought, especially when it came to creating a formation without any context or idea of the terrain.

"Alright class, before I give further instructions how many of you used nothing on your desk except for the Army Men?" The majority of the class would raise their hands, however oddly enough some students didn't

"So the majority of the class it seems like, now, raise your hand if you used the box to help set up your formation, or if you used a pencil or any other material thats on your desk?" The few students who hadn't raised their hands before did so now, Odysseus could now see that some of the students had created chokepoints using the box and a water bottle, creating mountain like structures that protected their force and would make it hard for opposing teams to attack, some used pencils as makeshift trenches, damn why hadn't he thought of that?

"As you can see these few students thought outside the box, I never gave you any specific instructions on how you could set up your soldiers, and I never gave you any instructions on if you could use any other materials. Its this way of thinking that can make or break a great general and can determine the factors of winning a battle. As you can see you all of you are in groups of four, for the rest of class you and your fellow classmates will be engaged in a game of war. Think outside the box, whomever wins will get a piece of candy."

So this was where he was going with the lesson, interesting, how would Odysseus play this out?

Yiannis123
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As Jeffrey's mind wandered onto what the rest of the school day offered he could feel himself slightly rushing, but soon luckily he got back on track. With his mind wandering once more he remembered some of the rumors about his class that he had heard from his sister and other upperclassmen that the class was extremely interesting, he hadn't heard that many details but he did know that it seemed like it was an highly interactive class and any homework that they got wasn't long or boring like most classes had. However his mind wandered over what Principal Edwards had said during the announcements, what did he mean by the rights and wrongs she had done? Holy shit was this some kind of criminal?!

Valerie would notice that the man sitting next to her didn't seem to show the slightest of interests in her or the loudmouths, or even the assembly himself. Sadly that was typical of most people that went to the school, despite its high focus on academics and the good scores that come from the school it was still full of those who couldn't care less. It was honestly disappointing, but that didn't matter now did it, as her phone loaded up and her game. But then suddenly someone seemed to say something to her "So, any idea what this is about? Cuz I'm pretty sure this isn't normal." Was it the guy sitting next to her?

As Wynett turned around to face the voice she was met with a girl a little taller than her, she had big brown eyes and a soft smile. She wore a simple blue dress and had short shoulder length brown hair, she was instantly recognizable as Meredith Winston, the guest speaker! "Hi, sorry if I startled you, but I just wanted to officially introduce myself before this started, i'm Meredith, nice to meet you" She'd smile

"Bruh they ain't got shit on us, those punk ass n----- all talk bruh." Dylan would say, he was a fellow member of the football team and was a Linebacker, a big man but was a softie unless it came to game time. Dylan was one of those people that were some of the most loyal of the "followers of Calvin", those who had truly helped him gain his way through popularity. The biggest talk outside of football however was the suddenness of the Assembly, what could it be? Knowing what he knew about that Wynett girl it'd probably be something stupid about and choices or some other dumb shit.

B BigBooty Xio ThatDamnPaladin Kye9842 Grissum2
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As Jay gave the order to commence with the operation Argo would give a count of three before swiftly opening the door, Johnny would rush through the door and fire three shots at the wall directly in front of him, hitting the bulletin board and no doubt damaging the papers that were stapled onto it, wait what the hell, Justin had given them specific instructions not to have loaded guns?! Before he could react to it Johnny would let out a yell

"Offensionis quod clavis!" He'd cry out just as Argo and Rever entered the classroom guns raised and pointed at the teacher and students who all looked extremely startled and now very much woken up. How would he take control of this mess? Meanwhile what would the other two members of squad two do, would they add to the chaos or would they try to calm it down?

Mark could feel himself drifting off to sleep, boredom getting the better of him. First day of school and he could already tell what type of year this would be, then suddenly the door would be slammed open drawing everyones attention to the door. Three loud shots rang out and hit the wall closest to him, nearly hitting the girl sitting at the front of the room, people would cry out in shock and jump out of their seats as three men in Paintball gear and brandishing their guns towards the students would enter the room screaming something in Latin. What were they doing?!

EldridSmith Peckinou ZuluSlayer MorgathosTheRussian

 

[MorgathosTheRussian]

Mark wasn't about to get killed. Bloody wazzocks were already shooting up the school. He glanced over at the wall before ducking under his desk. 'Wait, is that paint?' Mark thought. 'And was that the paintball team?' Dumbasses! Complete, utter dumbasses! Always the dumb kids that choose to join the paintball team, gotta beat off their redneck hard on. He stopped going into a mild adrenaline-filled panic and calmed down. "You Romans done yet?" Mark called out to the paintballers.

 

[ZuluSlayer]

And this is why the paintball team needed a good leader. He didn't even bother to make sure his men followed orders! How could he be expected to lead them in an actual shootout? He grabbed Johnny's barrel and tried to rip the clip out. "Hey, bicha! We weren't supposed to fire or be loaded." Argo said. In a quieter voice, he said, "You fucked everything up."

 

[Yiannis123]

Odysseus was mad at himself for sticking so blandly and not outside of the box. Yet he knew not if they were allowed to use anything else to their advantage. "Damn it why didn't I ask?" His attention then drew to the task at hand. "I need a plan, I need a good one. I have to show them I am capable of something.'' Even though he acted competitive inside his own mind he wanted to use this game as a way to make new friends in this ,to him, unknown environment. ''Alright, ill move forward my crawling men and push my rocket launchers to the flanks.The pistoleers and machine gunners move together still behind the crawlers and the sniper shall stay in the back. Let's hope for the best now shall we?''

 

[Kye9842]

Wynett blushed, remembering the significance of the woman before her. "Oh, it's you the g-" She coughed, almost saying "the girl who got knocked up". "-the guest speaker! Er, nice to see you too, Meredith. I'm Wynett, the Student Council President," she said with some pride. "Though you probably remember me well enough from my e-mails. Welcome to Cognitionis!"

"We're beginning soon, as you can see the band is having a warm-up intro- I personally find it a bit- er- inappropriate for the purpose here, but it was my Vice's suggestion. I don't really mind flair, to be honest, it's just-" Wyn stopped, becoming redder, as she realized she was just rambling.

"S-sorry 'bout that, ehm..." Trailing off, the girl realized she had no idea what to say, and after embarrassing herself thrice... no... quadrice? Eh, it didn't matter- still had no idea how to chat. She shifted uncomfortably, not sure if speaking was something that could even be revived at this point. For now, she frowned, sweated with that common social stress, and awkwardly turned her attention back to the audience, bored and raucous as expected.

How in the world had she gotten President, much less gain the interest of a wonderful someone who may as well be her boyfriend?

 

[EldridSmith]

Jay would take it all in stride giving his ppracticd speech abput the team and why they should join, making sure to deliver it with enthusiasm, energy, and a decent bit of eloquence.
He would pull Johnny to the side after: "What were you thinking? Not only could you have scared off potential members, you went against direct instructions from Justin. As much as I hate having to be strict I'm going to have to talk to justin about this, and you will probably have to do a formal apology to that teacher."

 

[BigBooty]

Jeffery's became uncomfortable with the wording used in the announcement, especially with the phrase "rights and wrongs of what she had done." This reminded him of Struggle sessions in China during the Cultural Revolution, where individuals would be dragged in front of the community and tortured in order to make them admit to their perceived crimes. However, this was not Early Communist China, and he shrugged off this possibility. Surely nothing like that could happen here. The anxious part of his mind questioned that conclusion, but he pushed it to the back of his mind. As for the rumors about the class, he was highly jealous if what was being said about them was true. Homework had always been a bane for Jeffery, unless it was in a topic that he was really interested in like History. Courses with heavy interaction always seem to connect better with him, allowing for him to internalize the information rather than being just lectured at.

 

[Grissum2]

"Honestly, n---- and he be tryna to rock out with that one chick at dat last high school party and even that one dumb n---- Brian be like 'nah n---- you ain't getting no wet spot' like what the fuck is this n---- thinking asking some random girl," Calvon wouldn't care about what Wynett has to say, though he respect that she worked through this.

 

[Xio]

"Don't know." Valerie said simply, still looking down at her game. At least that confirmed that something was going on. She didn't know what constituted as 'normal' at this school, but if the regulars were just as confused as she was, then something was up. Honestly, if the boy had not said anything she would have just chalked the whole thing up as some kind of school spirit program. While she played her game, she tried to listen to the people around her talk to try to get some idea what was going on. She was, however, slowly but surely getting annoyed with the jocks in front of her. Their rambunctious behavior was getting on her nerves. Valerie took a deep breath and exhaled. She really did not want to start anything, especially on her first day, but the boys were grating on her nerves. Brash, offensive, loud, obnoxious... their one saving grace was that it sounded like they were talking about people of equal measure. At least one of them seemed a bit less shallow than the rest. "Hey," She says, kicking the chair directly in front of her. Her voice can't match the athletes, but who can ignore someone kicking your chair from behind? "Can you lower your voices? You're louder than the damn drums." She tried to think of a better way to end the request, but it had slipped out. When she realized what she said, panic flashed across her face briefly before going back to glaring back up at the boy. There was no stepping down now. Civil, but assertive; that was the key.

ThatDamnPaladin Grissum2

 

[ThatDamnPaladin]

Thomas snickers a little bit, there is a broad and cheeky grin on his face; he isn't dirty, in fact- he's quite clean. Dressing like and being are entirely two things. And Valerie got a good and dark laugh out of him, and she even gets a response after she kicked the dude's chair, "I like how he's actually censoring himself, like he's going to offend someone." Then, with a voice that could easily call shots during a home game with the baseball team- he proceeds to do what the narrative clearly wants him to do, he taunts! "Hey, Calzone, so it is true you clearly go to too many of those sensitivity classes your girlfriend kept bitching at you about. Cuz I can physically hear the bleeping out of what you're saying." And he even crosses a hand over his chest.

"It hurts my soul so much to hear it," Patting his chest firmly, "Right here, in my heart..."

Clearly someone thought this was a wonderful idea, and it totally isn't.
Xio Grissum2

 

[Grissum2]

"Sorry little girl," Calvon nodded, "I won't deny we were being rude. We will quiet down... but right now, I think your boyfriend here is trying to impress you rather than be a bit more civilized like you, isn't that right, Thomas Dung?" He gives the signal to his other friends that someone wants to fight with an actual man who has the JROTC military might and the entire football team by his side, along with his big guns and hardened six pack. He would turn around with his friends, in sync, as if all other victims fell to him.

Xio

"Like yo seriously, yo dumbass do look like a Dung. Homeless as fuck. No wonder you got kicked out of the baseball team ma n----. Look at dirty ass self before you start talking shit," he smirks and nodded, "Tell me, is it all worth impressing this girl? Because you look like shit already, ma n----. I can't imagine what yall will look like after you got yourself a VIP ticket into a fight afterschool.

((Naw dude he's actually saying it but RPNations is going to penalize me for saying the full word so OOC wise, I have to censor it lmfao ThatDamnPaladin

 

[ThatDamnPaladin]

"Oh no, I'm being insulted by a Guinea Dago with a food name; how scary. Please, if you're gonna insult how I look at least start with the fact that I'm appropriating your culture." He then motions with a finger toward Dylan,"Lemme guess you couldn't figure out another way to insult me? Calzone, Calzone, Calzone." There was clear distain and disappointment in his voice at this, he even tsk'd and sucked his teeth like he was actually saddened by the entire thing.

So clearly he needed to make it worse, "And a fight? How tittilating, that means exciting and very, very, very interesting if you needed me to tell you- anyway, you gonna go solo or you gonna need your gal pals to help you out like last time? If I remember, Terry still has that limp, I really do hope it gets better before he's gonna... what'd you say?" His grin is all but devilish at this point, "Go pro?" He just leans back and laughs, "Plus, your over muscled ass can't catch me anyway, s'why you gotta have help. Every. Damn. Time. So yeah, cool; fight me."

"And Dylan, don't even start thinking of a response, last time you did it made me feel bad so I got you that '1001 Insults for Recess' book for your birthday," This boy had a damn mouth, that's for sure; and it seems that he doesn't really stop when he gets going. Like, at all, might be why he's gotten good at running.

Hell, Calvon might have even made that last half of the second paragraph moot by actually trying to beat his ass before he even started in.

Who was he trying to impress anyway?

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[Grissum2]

"appropriating my culture? Ni-ga all you do is collect garbage, you ain't appropriating shit. Like, shit, even looking at yo ass makes me feels like I'm babysitting the broke version of Lil Tay. Imitating my culture, n--ga please." Calvon looked at him weirdly, confused at his bullshit, "Also, Terry recovered and will be playing on the first game. At least he sucked it up like a man while yo ass be out your game. And what's this about my muscled ass can't catch you? Ni-ga I'm runningback. I'm pretty sure I can catch you while your garbage slows you down. Know your facts before you come at me, little goof." he would give some money to his friends and signal them to give it to Wynett for her club and tell her sorry about the '"inconvenience".

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"But it's ok dawg. I feel your heart man. You just want to impress your girlfriend over here after all so I might as well help you. A man gotta have a woman's comfort after all, right?" Calvon stretches, "I won't use my 'gal pals' but don't go crying like a bitch after she leave you and then someone's balls deep inside of her, alright? Alright. Night night bitch!" Calvon proceeds to punch him super hard in the face.

ThatDamnPaladin

 

[DeathValley105]

"Hey-" Johnny would cry out as Argo quite savagely ripped off the barrel to his gun, he swiftly turned to face the man but quickly backed down upon hearing how he screwed up

"Uh oh..." Johnny murmured just as everyone started to recover, students whom had dived and ducked under desks began to stand back p again and start to yell at the trio of men, yelling curses and one young man even calling them Romans, what did that mean? However the big problem would soon come to face, the teacher would walk over and grab Johnny by the shirt

"What the hell were you thinking?! Storming in here screaming in that damned language and shooting up the place? You think your a funny guy huh? Scaring us half to death." He fumed spittle flying and landing on the face mask. Not even a second after Jay would come striding inside head held high and looking like he had just won a gold medal, little did he know the trouble that would soon befall upon him. The teacher would let go off Johnny and point towards Jay making his way over to him

"Are you the leader of this group young man?"

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Soon enough the classroom would erupt in a triumph of noise, people began talking to one another to set up alliances and setting up correlating formations to aid in the defeat of the other players at their table, others would start to tease and talk smack, while some simply just started to chat with the other members around their table while also moving their army. As Odysseus moved his own forces he would hear the girl to his left murmur something, the next thing he heard was an electronic gunshot with a voice calling out

"Target missed, reloading!" What was that? Were these figurines electronic? His question was soon answered as the teacher called out

"In case you haven't figured out yet the figurines respond to voice commands, having small electronic chips in them that let out a gunshot noise and two phrases, either them saying that the target has been hit or the target was missed. In order to aim them you need to point them at another figurine and order them to fire based on the unit and number, for example, Rocket 1 fire at sonso. Please continue." The girl would look at Odysseus and let out a sheepish smile

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Meredith would giggle "Hey its ok, I get stage fright, no one likes standing up in front of a group of people and talk to them, but I guess with people like us we need to suck it up." She'd shrug and laugh once more, sighing she'd flip her hair over her shoulder and say "I guess you should get this started then? If your ready that is."

If Wynett were to look around she would see that all of the students had managed to fill up the rows of the auditorium and all the preparations for Meredith to talk to them were ready, all she needed to do was give the signal to open up the curtains, give a little speech, and then let Meredith take the reigns.

Kye9842

Yes it couldn't be that bad, and no doubt the class would be perfectly entertaining. A few of Jeffreys friends had the class for first period but that luckily meant he could get a first hand source on what the class would be about and what they had planned for the day, along with the homework answers if he truly needed them and was that far behind. But it shouldn't be that hard now could it, after all it was Military History, perhaps all it was, was a lot of reading and writing? Yet Jeffreys thought process would be broken as he saw someone run down the halls towards where they were, he could instantly recognize her as one of the guitarists Selene, she was a cute girl but seemed not to have a care in the world

Great, the assembly and band had started without her, just her luck. First day of school and she was already late to school because her stupid brother decided to go pick up his whore of a girlfriend instead of dropping her off at the school first despite how much she insisted, then they just had to go get from food making her even more late. Great, just great, this day was already falling apart, I mean, would it even be a good idea to join the band?

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The chair Valerie just so happened to kick would be another of Calvons lackeys, he turned around with annoyance in his eyes and glared daggers, refraining from doing or saying anything with Calvons apology. However it looked to Valerie that she just seemed to cause more chaos, Calvon and this Thomas fellow seemed to have some type of beef and the situation was only escalating.

As Calvon stood up to face Thomas a few of his other friends would also stand up, among them would be the boy Valerie had kicked and Dylan, to make matters worse Thomas just happened to target Dylan, growling like a wild animal he would snort and spit a phlegm ball at you, hitting Thomas' shirt "Keep talking all your shit little dude, i'm not the one who has to sleep in dumpsters to find some food and home for the night. Maybe you should just kill yourself already, you'd only be helping yourself, and the goddamned smell." He said pinching his nose and fanning the air, a few of the other boys would laugh

But finally the situation would reach its breaking point, the boys who had been given some money would loiter around for a bit to watch what would happen, Calvon would swiftly send a hard punch forThomas's face only for him to fall forward and hit his chest, side, and face against the chairs and metal bits that connected them to the floor, a couple people who'd been watching the situation would laugh at the star player. Two security guard would walk over and tell the players to find a new seat and sit-down, then they would grab Calvon by the shoulders and lift him up

"You'll be watching over near us, its a shame you have to act like this Calvon." One of them would say before letting him go and pushing him forward, leading him away from Thomas and Valerie and towards the door, the other security guard would look at Valerie, Thomas, and the other players who hadn't stood up

"Will their be any more problems or do we need to go see Principal Edwards?"

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