Realistic or Modern Oceanic Dreams

[scorpiodragon]

Welcome to Port Pacifica, California.
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Our story takes place in a large city somewhere along the southern half of the California coast, by the name of Port Pacifica. It's got a little bit of everything, but nothing that truly makes it stand out from LA for anyone to really care about the city. It does have its own airport, and just about anything a major city could boast, aside from a film industry, amusement parks, or much tourism. But there is a boardwalk with a rickety wooden roller coaster! The high school the group will start out in is called Point Pacifica High, and is situated on a hill with a nice view of the ocean.

 

[scorpiodragon]

Event 1: First Day of School

Date: August 26, 2019
Weather: Sunny

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[scorpiodragon]

Bus #5 pulled in front of the school, the driver opening the doors to allow the students to pile off of the bus. The school only had twelve buses in service, Port Pacifica being a large city on the southern coast of California. Ahead and behind Bus 5 were other buses that were unloading students at the start of the first day of the new school year, everyone from freshmen to seniors offloading onto the courtyard before the school doors. Small trees and shrubs were situated between wooden and stone benches with a large fountain in the middle of the courtyard that was lit up at night. Flowers lined the cement sidewalk leading to the school and the edges of the sidewalk that ran next to the pavement housing the facility parking, student parking for juniors and seniors being in the southern end of the school. The southern end was also where the office was located, the nurse's office and counselor's office down that area as well. The north wing went past a restroom in a side hallway and led to the lockers on the first floor, the school being three stories to accommodate the children and facility. By now students should have gotten their class schedules in the mail though they could pick them up at the office if needed, the schedule listing the class code, class name, teacher, room number, their name, parents or guardians' names, address, home telephone number, their grade, their gender and their locker number. Classes were on there for the entire year, both the year long and semester long classes.

Stepping off the yellow bus, three teens stood together, a male and two females, not looking anything alike. One was a boy with brown hair, the middle girl having blond hair and the third having black hair. The girl with hair like night pressed closer to the boy with brown hair as he looked around him at the school's campus before looking to his sisters who stood silent and took in everything around them. They were new to this town, the triplets having moved here before the start of the school year, the younger of the triplet's father registering the children for school. The youngest of the triplets, fidgeted on the spot as her brother put a hand on his little sister's shoulder. "Don't worry about it," he murmured quietly. "I won't let your dad hurt you or our sister," he said, glancing sideways at the blond-haired girl who sensed the youngest of the triplets' silent concern and nodded in encouragement. He left his sisters and headed further away from them, their sister patting the younger's shoulder before skipping off to go sit by the fountain. As for the youngest, she just stood there uncertainty, her stomach twisting into knots at all these strange kids. Stumbling as another teen bumped into her when they got off the bus, Phyllis flinched and hurried after her brother, Apollo turning as he heard his youngest sister. Seeing the fear in his sister's eyes, he sighed and led her over to a bench, keeping a watch on the other teenagers.

 

[0k_mang0]

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[div class=Text][div class=header]Connor
location: going to school[/div]
“You sure you don’t want me to drive you to school?” his aunt and legal guardian, Ruby, asked. “It’d be a lot faster to get there in my car…”

“Which happens to be a police cruiser,” Connor said right after finishing his breakfast. “Being dropped off from a police car isn’t exactly the impression I’d like to make on the first day of school.”

“Yeah, okay. But it’s a Dodge Charger model!”

“I’m more of a Camaro guy.”

“Ouch,” murmured Ruby’s wife, Macy, barely stifling her chuckle from the remark as she sipped her coffee.

After tying his navy blue sneakers and picking up his lunch and backpack, Connor headed to the front door, waving farewell to his aunts. He rode his BMX bike to school rather than his skateboard; he wasn’t sure whether or not school authority would tolerate him having a skateboard around, and he needed to get to school a little faster. The distance between his house and school was almost 4 miles. If he’d used a car (still didn’t make him regret not taking the police car ride offer), it would’ve taken him 10 minutes, a little more depending on traffic; on bike or skateboard, between 20 to 25 minutes, but still much faster than plain old walking, especially when considering taking shortcuts.

Wait - why not take the school bus? Because, according to Connor, not everyone had time for it. Also, he disliked school buses.

By no means was Connor a morning person, and he had, reluctantly, woken up a bit late today. Luckily, he arrived the first bell would ring - he hadn’t checked the time yet, but he assumed the first class hadn’t started yet as he rode his bike passed a bus with more students swarming out of it.

He paid no mind to other students. Being new to Port Pacifica, Connor knew no one. Freshman orientation had left an indifferent impression on him. He just went straight to the bike racks to have his securely chained. While loosening one more upper button of his black and dark-grey flannel shirt, he walked through the school hallway and found his locker with no problem - the assigned locker number was included in his class schedule that he’d gotten from the mail.

Standing in front of his empty locker, Connor set his smooth, round skate helmet inside it - he wasn’t the type of idiot that would leave their helmet on the bike racks. On the inside locker, he stuck two stickers that he took out from his backpack: a small 2x2-inch red-and-yellow stencil of Iron Man’s mask, and a black-and-white graffiti-style letter C that was nearly twice as large as the former.

Afterward, he just stood there, looked at his class list a few more moments, waiting for the bell to ring. He put on earphones and played music from his phone, which hid in the side pocket of his burgundy red pants, to pass the time.
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[Comet]

Everything was silent in the giant White House except for the noises of little Sullivan snoring on Aliyah’s bed. Her alarm hasn’t went off yet and she was nowhere near getting up any time soon. Fifteen minutes passed until her Memaw walked into the room silently. You could hear Sully waking up with a grunt and wiggling his little puppy body as he looked at her Memaw. “Hey love, time to get up for school.“ Her Memaw said gently to her before pulling the blanket off. Aliyah grumbled sleepily before opening her eyes and looking at her Memaw. A smile came to her face as she sat up slowly and Sully got closer to her. His little stub tail was wagging as much as it could as the puppy went up to his owner and licked her face lovingly. Aliyah giggled before climbing out of bed and shuffled her feet over to her closet. She opened up the white wooden double doors and walked in to look at her clothing-options. Her closet was filled with mostly new clothes she picked out a couple days ago with a few clothes she came with. A smile came to her face as she thought of a outfit and pulled a few clothes off the hangers. She tore the tag off of a little thigh-high black dress before pulling off a knee-length denim jacket. She looked at the outfit in the mirror before agreeing she liked it and moved onto her shoes. She looked through the rack for the right box of shoes. She finally pulled off a big black box and opened it to reveal knee-high black short high heeled boots. She sat down on the stool in her closet to slip the boots on to completely the look.

After getting dressed, her and Sully walked to the bathroom to fix her hair and lose curls and fixed up her eyebrows and slight eyeliner and mascara. Looking at herself in a full length mirror after everything was done the girl smiled at herself. She was happy with her look. Flipping her hair over her shoulder she reached down to pick up her dog to carry him down the stairs. “Well goodmorning.” A gruff voice spoke from the kitchen table. “Goodmorning grandpa.” A gentle voice came out of the girl as she stuck Sully in the backyard and moved around the kitchen table to get to the kitchen itself. She was taking her time. She sat down at the table to eat some breakfast as she chatted with her grandpa before making her way out with her Memaw towards the BMW. Climbing into the front seat with Sully in her lap, her Memaw drove her to school. “Now Sully can’t go to school with you.” Her Memaw reminded her. Aliyah didn’t say a word though. She knew. It took them thirty minutes to get to the school and pulled up along with the other parent drop offs. “Alright honey, you have a great day today and I’ll pick you up here when school ends okay?” Her Memaw told her before giving her a kiss on the cheek. When Aliyah started climbing out of the car, Sully thought he was going and got excited. The little puppy jumped out Of the car as Aliyah yelled his name. The puppies excitement bounced everywhere as he saw all the kids then ran inside with them. “Sullivan!!” Aliyah called for her dog as she ran into the school after him. The brown furball was nowhere to be seen and the jingling of his collar was hard to hear over the chatter. “Sullivan come here!!” Aliyah Called as she made her way through the crowd to go in the direction she thought her dog went.

 

[Scarecrovv]

Takeshi Nakahara

中原武

OOC: gosh, sorry this is so long. i definitely didnt intend to write this much lmao | Interacting with: Aliyah and Sullivan| Mentions: Comet

His mother was always gone in the mornings. That meant Takeshi had to get ready for school alone in the house with his dad, and then be driven to school alone with his dad. It was definitely not his ideal way of going about things. His mom worked hard though, he knew that, and he didn't want to bother her or complain about her job hours. So, like the good son his father wanted him to be, he didn't mention it.

Takeshi got ready quickly and quietly, avoiding sharp words and cruel fists by remaining silent and doing as he'd been told. Brown eyes settled on the clothing he had set out the night before, plopped gracelessly on the top of his dresser. No uniforms, right. He supposed that was better: he could wear whatever he wanted (at the risk of his father's disapproval, at least). Takeshi paused, eyeing the clothes before giving an internal shrug and going along with his original plan.

After a quick shower and a change of clothes, he was more or less ready. The boy shifted his bag from one shoulder to the other and headed down the stairs, socked feet quiet on the steps. His father was probably outside waiting in the car, but he was silent nonetheless. Takeshi didn't want a repeat of last week when he'd accidentally interrupted him during a conference call (whatever that meant).

On his way to the front, the boy noticed a piece of toast and a cup of yogurt on the table, most likely his mother's attempts at feeding him before she left for work earlier in the morning. He ate the yogurt quickly and then popped the toast into his mouth, munching on it on his way to the door. He toed on his shoes, bending down briefly to tie them before heading outside.

His father was indeed out in the car, sunglasses covering his eyes and hands holding his phone above his lap. His hair was slicked back as usual, and he wore a tailored suit that Takeshi was positive rivaled the cost of the car they were driving (and it wasn't like the damn vehicle was cheap, either). He looked like the professional businessmen he always did when he wasn't home. The man glanced up when Takeshi opened the car door, eyebrows furrowed over the dark glasses covering the condescending gaze Takeshi knew was watching him. "What took you so long? I told you we were leaving early."

Takeshi paused halfway into the car, raising his eyes to glance in his father's direction. "Had to eat." As an afterthought, he added a quick, "Sorry."

"Hm."

The noncommital noise seemed to be the only response he was going to get, so Takeshi buckled his seatbelt and said nothing more. He'd only been awake for a good 40 minutes and he'd already disappointed his father. Good job, Takeo, he thought to himself, burrowing himself deeper into the car seat and his long-sleeved jacket. He stared out the window the whole rest of the way.

The school wasn't far from his house, and they arrived quickly, much to Takeshi's relief. The ride was awkward at best, and he would rather it hadn't lasted any longer than it already did. He slid out of the car without a word, hovering by the side with his door open as he awaited his father's next words.

"Go. I expect good things from you today."

"Yeah," Takeshi mumbled, and then closed the door.

He hefted his backpack up higher on his shoulder and trudged forwards into the school, somehow managing to feel both annoyed and apprehensive at the same time. He held his schedule in one hand, eyes roaming the paper for his locker number. Takeshi found it's location easily enough, but didn't bother opening it (he doubted he'd use the thing, and he had nothing on him right now that required being stored away). Instead, he leaned against the wall and heaved a sigh, exhaling heavily through his nose and pulling out his phone. Takeshi thought maybe he should be a little irritated about the fact that he had school, but really, it just gave him another reason to stay away from home. Couldn't get in trouble at home if you weren't at home.

Takeshi released a soft hum in the back of his throat and did another once-over of his schedule before pausing in his reading, eyebrows furrowing and eyes shifting towards the side. That... definitely sounded like the bark of a dog.

The owner of the sound was confirmed to, in fact, be a dog when a brown blur dashed through the hallway past him, nails clicking on the floor and collar jingling wildly. Takeshi froze and then glanced left and right: this particular hallway was mostly empty, save for a few other students. He stood still for another moment, debating on whether or not he should go after the dog. He made up his mind quickly enough.

The boy pushed away from the locker and jogged after the dog for a moment before whistling once. The shrill noise seemed to do the trick. The dog, a puppy, Takeshi realized, turned its attention to him and he crouched on the floor beside it, trying to urge the small animal closer.

A girl's voice reached Takeshi's ears not long after he caught the dog's attention, and he looked up to locate the person who made the noise. That definitely sounded like a name was being called, and Takeshi doubted any kid in this day and age would have the name 'Sullivan' (although really, what did he know?). So, dog, probably.

"Oi!" he called to the girl who'd just rounded the corner, scratching the back of his head. "Is this-" Takeshi glanced down towards the dog, who'd stopped running but didn't look like he wanted to stay still for much longer. "Is this your dog?"

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[scorpiodragon]

As their bus emptied of teenagers getting off at the high school, it closed its doors and pulled away leaving another bus to take its place. A puppy ran past them, followed by a shouting girl as students began heading inside, Apollo glaring at anyone who even so much looked as looked at his sisters before asking for Phyllis's schedule. Handing it to him, she watched as her brother looked it over, not saying anything about the schedule except for pointing out they had lunch together and then the slight smile as he saw one of his sister's classes. He just hoped Phyllis's father didn't take a closer look at his daughter's schedule or the other kids' schedules though Apollo knew Matthew wouldn't care much about the schedules of him and Hekate. Seeing his sister was looking at him, Apollo shook his head and patted his baby sister's head.

For all that she looked like her father, the girl behaved more like their dearly departed mother, even if Phyllis didn't carry some of the same interests as their mother had. He tapped his sister's schedule which showed her combination number and locker before saying he would meet his sister in the cafeteria but that she had to try to make some friends here as she had done when mother was alive. Whistling to Hekate, the blond haired girl looked over at her brother and put her journal away before skipping over to him and proceeded to look over Hekate's schedule as Phyllis warily got to her feet and clutching her schedule within her hands, moving with the tide of students and plainly nervous about being around so many people. She was shy and uncomfortable around people like her mother but also inherited her mother's drawing whereas Hekate had inherited their mother's love of writing. Both sisters were shy around people and unlike Hekate, Phyllis was terrified of all manner of canines...even though mother had had a lot of wolf decorations.

Locker 22, Phyllis thought as she found herself swept up into a sea of students, heading through the corridors of the school where the lockers were all clustered together, some against the walls and some back to back in a side hallway. There was a lot of chaos as students were chilling at the lockers or in the halls on the first day of the new school year and it frightened the girl who was so used to one or both of her siblings being near her. She knew they all had lunch together but were pretty much taking separate classes. 2, 12, 34, she read the combination silent from the schedule as she tried to watch where she was going, finally finding her locker and proceeded to spin the lock in the appropriate directions...right, left, right. She didn't understand why they had lockers in American schools, it wasn't like they had them in college. Mother had said she'd never used her locker when she was in public school but had done so in the private K-12 school she'd been too for freshmen to junior years and only then in ninth grade at public school being the gym lockers to store her bag in and regular clothes when having to change for gym class. The girl shook her head and began unloading the books she wouldn't need until after lunch, keeping only the books she'd need for the morning. Looking at her schedule, she saw she had Pre-Algebra first followed by World History, English 9 and Health.

Her book bag was much lighter with all the textbooks out of it, the girl's bag only now containing the textbooks for said classes and notebooks, a couple pencils and pens in a pencil box and some folders for homework assignments as well as a school agenda where she could write down assignments from the blackboards or white boards, whatever they used in this school, for her homework. Being that the siblings were new to the area, they were not aware of the assigned book readings freshmen had to take over the summer but were excused from it due to their only moving to Point Pacifica. Once she had gotten her bag zipped up, she put it on her shoulders and shut her locker, looking around for either of her older siblings but they were nowhere to be seen within the crowd. She bit her lip nervously and tried to find the library or the cafeteria instead, heading back along the hallway and going down a side one she had passed on her way to the lockers, finding to her delight the library and the cafeteria across the hall from each other. Further down the hallway expanding from the short one was another entrance to the school and the auditorium with some classrooms. She circled into the second hallway, glass on both walls of the library and cafeteria facing the hallway she was in and entered the cafeteria where there were a few students seated there at tables or in line to get breakfast, other students would likely be in the auditorium or remaining by the lockers until the first bell rang, the girl getting into line even though she wasn't sure if she could eat, feeling nervous about the school day.

 

[JayEmperor7]

Solomon's eyes shoot wide open.
His interal clock causes him to awaken at 6:05 a.m., perfect time to begin readying for school. But he remained in his place, under three layers of warm covers pulled over his head. He was so comfortable as he was he decided to give himself a few more minutes. His eyes close.

The sound of someone exiting the bathroom, turning the exhaust fan on, reach Solomon's eyes. His eyes open up again. 6:20 p.m. appears on the home screen of his phone. He immediately jumps out of bed, grabs his phone, and the bahting towel hanging in the closet before heading to the bathroom down hall.

He goes on YouTube to play his current favourite song as he is the shower: Allegri's Miserere Mei Deus. With the sound of the Latin hymnody resonate throughout the bathroom, he thinks about the day of ahead of him at his new school while relishing in the warm water flowing down his body. The school building, the student body therein with there varying personalities and agendas, clubs and activities, his teachers with their classes, if he is missing something for school, et cetera.

He dries himself after exiting the shower and takes his phone with him to his room to change. His mother recently went back to school clothes shopping, as his wardrobe has not been updated since the beginning of last school year. He picks out a white button-up shirt and a brown sweater vest and khakis to go with it.

"Hurry up! We need to be out by 7," rings a loud voice from the kitchen. Solomon's father comes downstairs to brush his teeth. He claps his hands and repeats his exhortation to Solomon as he enters the bath. Solomon, who returned to the bathroom to brush his teeth, holds back his irritation for being rushed and reaches out for the toothpaste to put on his electric toothbrush. His father, who is currently in a culinary school, is taking Solomon and his siblings to their schools along with him.

After leaving the bathroom, Solomon takes out a box of "Crispy Rice" (a Trader Joe's off-brand of "Rice Crispies") and the carton of almond milk from his refrigerator and pours for himself a bowl of cereal. As he eats, he has his phone at the side of his bowl to read an article on Middle English, a topic of interest to him recently. His younger sister is already finished with her breakfast at the table, while his younger brother is just now going to brush his teeth in the bathroom.

It is 6:55 a.m.; "Hurry up! Chop chop!" his father yells out again. Solomon and his siblings don their coats and put on their backpacks as they head out to the door. Mrs Grey bids them farewell with the three reciprocate. Solomon sits in the passenger seat, while his siblings sit in those in the back. On Solomon's mind is 'how is his father going to criticize their pace in the morning when they get outside before him?' It is approximately five minutes until he sees his father leaving out of the front door with his case of cutlery and utensil for school.
"You all got everything?" he says to the children.
"Yes, sir," respond the children in unison.
"Your pencils? Notebook? Lunch?" he presses.
"Yes, sir," they answer again.

The car ride to school consists of an initial prayer for safe passage, followed by Mr Grey's selection of motivational speakers to play for his children to start of their day, much to their dismay. Jim Rohn, Tony Robbins, etc. The four say nothing themselves, except when Mr Grey periodically does a check for comprehension on whatever is said. His brother and sister are dropped-off to their middle school first, leaving Solomon. As he does the other two, before dropping off Solomon, he has him recite a daily affirmation. Solomon repeats after his father half-heartedly. Positive affirmation was good he supposes, but all of this was really unnecessary; the pestering overshadows the intended benefits for the what Mr Grey is trying to do. After saying "I love you," to his father (with his father having done likewise), Solomon grabs his backpack and starts toward the school entrance.

 

[0k_mang0]

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[div class=Text][div class=header]Connor
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Connor got tired with idling by his locker. He didn't particularly have anything else to do since witnessing a puppy dash by earlier, so he decided to visit the cafeteria.

Breakfast was still being served when he arrived there, which was good because he was still kind of hungry. Connor had little time to eat a complete breakfast, like only a small bowl of it back home, and it wasn't enough for him. He could've eaten some of his lunch, but then he wouldn't have enough later on, and he didn't want to make it a habit of eating snacks in-between or during classes.

Connor took a stop at a coffee/tea station that was located on one side of the cafeteria. Both students and faculty members could use it, which was pretty neat, he guessed, even though it served hot drinks.

Nevertheless, he poured himself a regular-sized cup of coffee, made sure the plastic lid covered the top nicely, and then stepped in line with the other students getting food. The girl in front of him looked rather anxious - maybe she was still debating what to get before it would be her turn.

Meh, Connor didn't really care. Not his problem. After taking a couple of sips of his coffee, he put on his earphones again and continued listening to Queen music from his phone.
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[scorpiodragon]

Phyllis knew from Apollo that breakfast was free to everyone here which was a good thing as she didn't know if father would end up giving the triplets lunch money or if they would be forced to steal it. Theft from Matthew was never a good thing and would likely result in punishment for the triplets if they attempted such a thing. As Apollo had said before, the triplets were under the working age and though Apollo might be made to work, father likely wouldn't let her or Hekate work, especially with father turning his attentions to Hekate and possibly viewing her sister as a replacement for her mother. Such thoughts only made Phyllis more nervous and she tried to concentrate on the food that she wasn't too sure she could end up eating with her nerves on edge.

Phyllis wasn't used to being on her own really. The fact that she and her siblings didn't seem to have any classes together was concerning to her but she hadn't really looked at her siblings' schedules when they had registered for their classes upon father signing them up for high school. It was different being on a continent again, let alone the west coast. It was expensive with the oceanic view and insurance was at an all time high. Sensing someone behind her, she turned and saw a stranger standing behind her. He seemed tall though she couldn't say if he was as tall as her brother or more father's size. Maybe he was taller than Apollo, she wasn't sure. The boy had headphone in when she looked at him before looking back at the food. Realizing it was her turn, she walked forward, looking over the food before selecting two sausages, a cup of eggs and a banana. She didn't trust herself to eat much more, but knowing Apollo would complain about the lack of protein, she grabbed some oatmeal and a cup of hot milk plus a glass of orange juice on the tray and hurried towards a table, nearly tripping in her haste to get away from the other students and went to sit at a table in the corner. Pouring the hot milk over the oats, she grabbed the plastic spoon and began stirring it together to cook the oats as she set her bag down on the floor under her table and then nervously began peeling the banana she had gotten before biting into it.

Apollo didn't have issues with making friends...her brother had no problems with moving about on Matthew's whims. For Phyllis and Hekate it was difficult since they were shy though her sister seemed to have a better time of making friends when she got to know people, leaving Phyllis on the outs. She was much happier when mother was alive, even if mother was abused by father. Mother did her best to take care of the triplets and father's anger, protecting them even as Apollo had stood before his mother, getting in between them and getting hit for his interference which only got mother in more trouble. Phyllis was not entirely sure yet if she could follow through on her brother's request to make friends. It was a new school year and it was unclear how Matthew would react to people spending time with the triplets. She knew father would never let her date or go to dances and probably not Hekate either. Not that Phyllis was interested in dating or dances yet but she had a feeling father wouldn't allow such things for the girls.

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[Thunder_clouds]

LUCIANO RAMANO

 

[Thunder_clouds]

He leaned on the schools sturdy brick walls his 6’3 figure towering over most of the students that were walking past him. He took a drag of the cigarette he had been holding and threw it on the concrete stepping on it. Small bits of ash flew in the air. He ran his hand through his hair he looked up from the ground revealing the black eye he hadn’t gotten from his father. That bastard had gotten himself drunk and took it out on his son. He walked around the building into the school he looked around paranoid for he usually was. He folded his arms across his polo trying his best to hide his calluses and bruising that were permanently on his knuckles and hands. Although he was a attractive person years of abuse and trauma made him self conscious. He was born into a drunken Italian family, He was tough as hell but when it came to standing up to his father he is as good as a cripple.

As he walked in the halls he tuned out most of the chattering and fiddled with his cross necklace to reduce some anxiety. He met eyes with everyone staring them down and trying to figure them out. He slowly walked into the cafeteria after avoiding a crying mess of a girl. He sat down at the edge of the emptiest table putting his head on the table looking at his phone. He tapped his foot against the floor in a pattern trying to distract himself from the noise and the people. His backpack got taken from him and he stood up towering over the teenage boy. He grabbed the teenager and threw him to the ground knocking him out for a short time. He ignored the terrified eyes and reached for his backpack sitting back down.