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[Horror]

Jonah Joestar
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The sound of the school bell resounded throughout the hallways, class had finally come to an end. A tad bit exhausted, Jonah slouched in to his chair briefly before unveiling a dramatic stretch backwards. It definitely was not healthy to sit in a chair for 6 hours at a time... But, it could not be helped unfortunately. The young man stood from his seat and stepped in to the hall, rushing with students much like himself. Their faces were blurred as he did not put in the effort to pay attention to any of the details they had held. New Haven High was a decent school in form of design. The students were not the best, in terms of both behavior and academics. Cruising through the hall, he finally made his way to the schools exit. The grassy field was freshly cut, and the fresh smell of the new season met his nostrils.


A few thoughts still dwindled in his head however. Nothing in his mind had pertained to school, but rather fish-eye and their most recent victim. It was rare for him to hold a grudge, but he could not help but feel a terrible feeling in his gut. Fish-eye is truly twisted assortment of individuals that deserve nothing but the grueling punishment. He tried to shake those thoughts out of his head as they had crept up, it was not a good idea to end school on a bad note. That being said he did agree to help a strange fellow study for an upcoming test. Jonah knew a thing to too, enough to sometimes tutor the younger students. Odd jobs here and there is what he did with most of his free time.


But, first he figured he would stop at a smoothie shop and get something to drink. He had agreed to meet up at his place after school, and he was in no rush. Besides, it would be more convenient if Warren had gotten home before him.


 

 

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The second the bell chimed, Warren was packed up, and out the door in a hurry, knocking into several people, giving a rushed "sorry!" As he brushed up against them. 


 He pushed open the cold steel doors of the schoo and took off running in the direction of his house. 


Warren glanced at his watch at a crosswalk waiting for the light to turn. He had plenty of time before his dad came home, but the sooner he got home, the better. 


Warren made it home in record time and, after stopping to get some air, jammed the key into the lock to get inside. He gave his dog a quick pat on the head as he ran upstairs, and to his dad's safe. 


"...the code should be...0175!" 


Warren punched in the code with shaking hands, and turned the two steel bars to the right, opening the small safe. 


"Okay... let's see here..." 


there was plenty to look at. Warren didn't want to snoop around TOO much, but he couldn't help some of it...


If Warren weren't as worried about his reputation as he was, the rumor mill would have been moving like CRAZY. 


Warren was almost ready to give up, when he noticed a Manila folder resting under a box filled with other Manila folders. 


Strange it wasn't in there... 


Warren looked inside, and there it was, just what he needed. 


All the info on fisheye he could get. It wasn't much, but it was extremely helpful. Warren tucked the folder into his backpack, in a more remote location, just to be sure nobody finds it, and shut the door, resetting the lock on the safe. 


Warren looked outside. His dad didn't pull in yet. Good. 


Warren walked into his room, only a room away and sprawled out on the ground


With a dramatic sigh he leaned over to pet his dog, whom just walked in. 


he let the dog rest on his Lap, and smiled knowing he was one step closer to him. 

 

[jamaicanviking]

Silas sighed, strolling down the sidewalk as he made his way back home. Today had been a rather long day for him, and he was just glad to be outside of a musty classroom and get some fresh air. That being said, he felt a lot safer in the company of the school; the route he usually took on the way to his house wasn't a terribly common one, save a few people, so it made him rather paranoid travelling down it. With all this news about some gang killing people with bows and arrows, it didn't exactly help matters. "Who goes around Robin Hood-ing people like that, anyhow?" He asked himself aloud, absentmindedly kicking along a discarded can on the floor, "It's not exactly 21st century technology..." The whole ordeal surrounding it was confusing, to say the least; he'd have to be on his guard constantly, if he didn't want to end up another victim.


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[GSSquared]

Jazco heard the school bells ring out across the town. He almost never went to school since he joined Fisheye. He always made sure to bring in any homework he had, but he normally handed it in then left. He had left the school, and he searched intently for new victims that could join the army. Jazco snuck out of HQ and walked the back alleys. He wasn't watching where he was going and he bumped into someone he had seen in school before. "Sorry... You're Silas, correct?" He smiled brightly. He knew next to nothing about Silas but he knew they were in the same grade.


@jamaicanviking

 

[jamaicanviking]

Silas was jostled from his thoughts by the sudden impact of a stranger. Silas jumped into action, turning towards his "attacker" and putting his hands up. before realizing it was just one of the kids at school. "Huh? Oh, yeah, that'd be me," Silas replied. Barkley gave the redhead a once over; the kid seemed cheery enough, but something about his smile was just...off. Not really fake, per se, but not necessarily friendly, either. It unnerved him. "And who might you be, exactly?" He asked in reply, cocking an eyebrow and crossing his arms. Silas had seen the kid around school, but until now their paths had never crossed before. It was a bit odd that it'd happen now of all times, to say the least.
 


@GSSquared

 

[GSSquared]

He laughed, "I'm Jazco Betler, I've been in your grade for your entire life man..." he chuckled, a little upset that he was so unmemorable. He smiled genuinely, with no trace of anger, or sinister intentions. He smiled with his lips instead of just his teeth to make it less creepy. 


@jamaicanviking
 

 

[jamaicanviking]

"Hmm," Silas hummed affirmatively, letting down his guard a bit. He did feel a bit guilty for not remembering who Betler was, but all things considered Silas wasn't terribly social to begin with. At least, not in public. "So, Jazco, what brings you to this part of town? Not exactly the safest of places to be alone nowadays, what with the crazy assholes with the bows and all." Then again, it was rather hypocritical of him to point that out, seeing as he was alone himself. Though, it wasn't exactly as though he was defenseless; the weird ghost thing that sometimes followed him around made sure of that. "It's crazy, ain't it? A bunch of dudes go around shooting people with arrows like some kinda gang from the 12th century. What'd they call themselves. Fishpie? The hell kinda name is that?"


@GSSquared

 

[GSSquared]

He pondered along with Silas. "I think it's something like that." He didn't show how much it aggravated him that he had gotten the name wrong. "I just walk through here because there are less people. I'm not so much of a social butterfly." he laughed a little. "What brings you back here?"


@jamaicanviking

 

[jamaicanviking]

"I was on my way back home," the boy answered, putting his hands in his pockets. He suddenly shot up in realization, smacking his forehead. "Shit, I'm gonna be late! My parents are gonna kill me if I don't get back soon..." He turned heel towards home and started running. "It was nice meeting you, Betler!" he shouted, waving back at the redheaded boy. He could imagine the lecture he was going to get; 'Silas Barkley, you were supposed to be here a long time ago!' his parents would say, 'you don't want to end up like one of those poor people on the news, do you?'


@GSSquared

 

[GSSquared]

Jazco waved chuckling to himself. "I wonder what kind of stand would come out of such an eccentric person." Jazco laughed, maybe he'd found his next target, who knows. Jazco kept walking, with one thing on his mind finding his Queen. He needed 36M to produce some more drugs because they were in high demand at Fisheye. He went to Sydney's usual spot and waited. Even though she was part of Fisheye, she lived independently of the gang. 


@Quiet

 

[Quiet]

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Muffled pounding and the squeaking of rubber soles livened up the dark, once mute abandoned gymnasium. Sweat drops rolled down and splashed on the wooden laminate floor, puddling around the girl's black basketball shoes and increasing the puddle's density as every boxing glove-coated blow connected with the silver, suspended boxing bag, aimed right at the Duralast tag sewn skillfully on its surface. Her crimson hair flounced with every punch, every weave, and every feint as her pink irises focused and glared at the bag like it was a deadly rival-- The embodiment of her issues. The very reason she had ever even landed in this mess. Flashbacks-- memories of her intervention overtook her with her imagination as it did every time she skipped class and came here to blow off steam.


Sydney Matters was never much of a fighter before now. Not a delinquent, not a rebel, not a problem child. She was never much of anything before weak-will and misfortune became her downfall two years prior. But now, aggression and power coursed through every inch of her body as she exhaled raw, unshakable. determination, showcasing it as she crushed weaklings beneath her feet and fists to rise to the top and take back what she needs, to restore the broken, and mend the bonds she severed so long ago. 


Ring.


Ring ring, ring ring!!


The cherry gangster was snapped out of her bloodthirsty, boxing-bag beating trance by the sudden ring of the school's final bell, her outstretched fist stopping short of hitting the dummy bag once again and filling her with more indignation for the interruption. "...Motherfucker..." She growled and pushed past the ring's ropes, bee-lining to the ladies' locker room to get changed into her own personal black tie, black skirt uniform. As far as she knew, Fisheye didn't have any sort of real uniform. Not that it would matter to her if they did. Even though she was a member of the gang proper, Sydney lived, operated, and order her underlings outside of the gang's jurisdiction as... somewhat of an affiliate in action. No one knows who allowed her the permission to press activities for her squad's benefit, but it was rumored to be one of the gang's leaders she had a... link of sorts to.


Jazco Betler, the Jester.


One of the three leaders of Fisheye and the most unpredictable therein. Every day, he proclaimed his love for her with "My Queen" and "Your Highness" filling his mouth at every mention of her. He was the one to induct her into the gang as their resident supplier and, while her feelings reciprocated to him were hazy at best, she did trust him wholly. So much so that she waived payment upon initial supply deliver for him.


As today was, coincidentally, delivery day, Sydney vacated the school's campus, turning heel and toe to walk the quarter mile through New Haven's slums to her squad's warehouse. It was a decently sized building; While once starkly white, its paint is chipped, peeling, and turning a dingy yellow from age and the dyeing of bodily fluids by wandering animals and vagrants. Graffiti covered the area alongside the torn posters and trash along its concrete alleyways. Nobody dared trespass anymore, fearing the pain that would be inflicted upon them by Fisheye's roaming squads. Syd approached the tarp-tented fire escape to wait beneath its cover from the gray, overcast day. Slowly, a familiar head of kindred crimson crowned over the slight horizon, approaching the warehouse clearly. She waited in silence for a handful of minutes before calling out to him like he weren't even her boss. 

"Oi, Jazco!" She barked, echoing from the shanty-town's highest point. "Motor it over here already, you know I don't like waiting."


@GSSquared

 

[GSSquared]

"Coming my queen!" He chimed as he quickened his stride. His long spindling legs stretched to their full length as he speed-walked. He came to the warehouse and noted its disgusting upkeep. He enjoyed cleanliness and the dismal state of the warehouse gave him shivers. He eventually made his way in front of her and grabbed her hand. He brought his lips to her dainty fingers and gave them a light kiss.


"This isn't right. You're a God-blooded fool! She should be kissing your godly boots every time you pass" Alchemist would always chime in disdainfully. This time was no different. Al hated Sydney and 36M. He thought that such heathens, that tarnish their blood should be cast into hell with the rest of the mortals. Alchemist referred to Jazco as a God-blood and everyone else as a mortal. Jazco liked the thought of being a god, but now he was reduced to a lowly Jester that served his Queen. 



"Sorry your highness, I had a run in with some big-haired vagrant." 


He kept his head bowed to her and his eyes on her feet. Jazco hated that. He hated this little charade he put on. Every time he saw her, he bowed. Every time he heard her, he shut up and listened. Jazco's feelings toward Sydney were complex. What had started as an act to bring her under the wing of Fisheye, spiraled into emotions that he wasn't familiar with. He felt sympathy and pity for her, and he hated that he liked her. If she could be a "God-blood" like him, it would make it all easier.


@Quiet