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Post by Rischzel Emipher on Feb 4, 2017 22:58:38 GMT
Champagne, Cocaine, Gasoline And Most Things In Between It was never much of a shock seeing the aqua haired teen lurking around the administration part of the building. Especially less so in the later hours of the day. And today was no different than any other. So there he stood, flirting with the registration ladies, just waiting for someone to come an give him a job. Harassing other students was the best part of his job description. But all these damn goody two shoes kept obeying the school rules, perhaps just to avoid him. After all, he did have a bit of a reputation.
"Ah, Rischzel. Waiting for my son again are we?"
"No ma'am. Just waiting for the bell to ring so I can round up the slackers."
"Mmm. How about you do a special job for me?"
Of course he jumped at a chance to do a special job for the principal! This was his time to shine, prove he was more than a glorified bully. Right? "Anything ma'am!" It was about then that she dropped a bunch of files on the counter next to him. The woman motioned towards them a bit and he looked some sort of confused. Paperwork!?
"I need you to go through these and make a list of students that you would like to work with."
"Work... with?" He didn't work with anyone. He didn't want to work with anyone! He was more than capable himself, wasn't he?
"Yes, Rishe. Work with. The school grows bigger by the day, and we need more monitors. Besides, I thought it would make you quite happy, forming your own little army. Have fun with that."
An army? Subordinates? People he could boss around? Well, now that was an entirely different concept! Rishe spent quite a bit of time going over each file and eventually decided to go set up his own little shop right outside of the administration lobby. He wondered how long it would be before people came to check out what all of this was about, even though most students kept themselves away from the aqua haired male. Maybe today it would be a little different. 354 Words ✶ @open ✶ Join the Rishe Brigade! Er.. Aurora. Yeeep. [googlefont=Righteous][googlefont=Reem Kufi]
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Post by Michael Cousteau on Feb 5, 2017 20:08:42 GMT
The blond teen had received some form of notification to collect a package from the administration building sent from his family. Once to the building he had taken notice of some male with aqua hair right outside the lobby looking pretty...creepy. Gods, he looked strange there. He slowed his step as he came closer, his cold eyes briefly traveling over this peculiar male. After a few moments he stopped once he was a couple feet away and tilted his chin up slightly. "What are you doing, selling cookies?" He questioned him finally after staying silent for about a minute. He turned his head a little to look around, also taking notice of how others were seemingly avoiding this man too. Strange... He turned his attention back over to him and looked him over once more, not moving from his spot. "Who are you anyway?" He added as he slowly turned his body to face this strange man. Perhaps he could get something out of this... Whatever it was. Damn his family getting him into the habit of taking advantages for himself, but...it proved useful most of the time. So now all he had to do was decide if this was a good enough advantage for him to take. He paused for several moments, thinking silently to himself before he slowly approached as he also took comfort in the pressure of his gun in its holster hidden under his jacket and just within reach. "What is this, then?" He questioned him finally, eyes moving to the man's face. Word count: 259 Tag: Rischzel Emipher
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Post by Deleted on Feb 8, 2017 21:21:17 GMT
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"Look it ain't my fault the kid wasn't following the rules!" Even though he wasn't even in the office yet, it was easy to hear for anyone who was standing inside. The muffled sound of a teacher's voice followed by more loudness from the teen, "Well how was I supposed to know he was such a weakling?" There was momentary silence before Ryszard sighed annoyed and entered the office, grumbling under his breath. His blue eyes looked up to catch a blonde and a teal haired male standing there. Rishe he recognized. In honesty, Rishe was the reason Rys has even bothered to try enforcing some rules. Not particularly someone he saw as a hero, but he could do a job like his.
"What is this a pow wow?" Having no concept of personal space, ontop of being entirely shameless, Rsyzard wrapped an arm around Michael looking between the two and a stack of papers. "Does it really take two people to look through some papers? Or maybe..." He trailed off, removing his arm from the blonde and standing up straight, his attention entirely on Rishe now. "You having this guy help you? Need another hand?" The teal haired male didn't have the best rep about him and honestly most people avoided him. Rys himself didn't particularly avoid him, it just wasn't often that he found himself running into Rishe. Of course attending school and classes regularly would help that.
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Post by Rischzel Emipher on Feb 8, 2017 23:40:57 GMT
Champagne, Cocaine, Gasoline And Most Things In Between Rishe was actually quite happy when people started to show their faces. Though, some of them he had wished hadn't come around. But he was the one that decided to set up shop right in front of the office, so he supposed that one was on him. First approached some random students, then a few more, none of them really interested in the pitch he was selling. So he sighed and flopped down in a chair he had pulled up to the table. At least it was afternoon. But soon enough, another person came up to the table. "Oooh. Cookies. That's a good damn idea. Brainwash the masses by providing sugary treats!" He chuckled a little and leaned back, putting his feet up on the edge of the table. "I'm the head of the school's clean up crew. Keeping slackers in their classes mostly. Beating up those that don't follow the rules. You know that sort of thing. You can call me Rishe."
Not that he really expected the other male to do so. "What you see before you is a recruitment table. Getting more people to do what I do. Though, it's not really going too well right now. So thanks for the cookie idea. I'll have to try that."
It wasn't too long after that another student came out of the office. "Pfft. Of course it's you." If rishe ever needed a lapdog, he knew exactly who he could rely on. "They're candidates. Student files that have some prettty iiiinnteresting information. Oh look at that. Hmmm... Cousteau, Michael. Looks like you're in my list. You too, Mister Noże." He shrugged a bit, but of course he wasn't just going to hand over the files. They were hiiiis. "Well. I mean. I'm recruiting if you wanna help by joining, all ya gotta do is put yer name on that paper right there."
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Post by Michael Cousteau on Feb 9, 2017 0:19:13 GMT
Michael listened to the aqua-haired male who called himself Rishe, his eyes rolling at his words on the cookies. Gods, he already seemed annoying... Though his words on what this recruitment thing was for did pique his interest so he stayed where he was, silently listening to him. Perhaps he'd not get looked down on by any idiots if he joined up...and he could use this to his advantage as well. Yet before he could say something, someone had walked up and put their gods-damned arm around him, causing him to turn his head to scowl up at whoever it was. Oh good gods, not another peasant. But a tall one this time. He growled a little and attempted to shove him off of himself, grumbling a few choice words in his native tongue. When the taller male finally pulled away, he huffed and threw him a rather venomous look as he stepped away from him and fixed his jacket and hair a bit. "Damn, peasant.." He grumbled under his breath before his eyes flicked back over to Rishe as he then mentioned something about the files. His eyes widened just slightly at the mention of his name before they narrowed and he tilted his chin up then. "Well, then you best know just who I am then!" He snapped a bit to him, a sharp look crossing his features as he kept his gun hidden still...for now. He curled a hand into a fist and then moved over to the table, grabbing a pen and just signed his name onto the paper. After a moment he glanced to his feet placed against the edge of the table and then back to Rishe's face, suddenly shoving a hand at his feet to push them off the table and thus shove the man back and hopefully fall over. "Don't forget just where you and I stand... Don't try to underestimate me just because of my age, got it?" He spoke, his tone icy and a tad venomous as he moved around to the side Rishe was on to look down at him. He then looked over to the other guy and pointed a finger at him then, scowling still. "And you! Don't touch me!" Word count: 375 Tag: Rischzel Emipher, @ryszard
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Post by Deleted on Feb 9, 2017 7:48:06 GMT
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It definitely wouldn't hurt Rys to be on Rishe good side. After all, Rishe was known for keeping people like him in line. Besides Ryszard could offer up his assitance as a double agent of sorts. Let Rishe in on all the ditch spots he didn't know about. Of course he became distracted as the blonde started talking again. As it was mentioned he shouldn't touch the younger male, Rys just laughed. "I make no promises." He gave a wink if only to annoy the blonde more before signing on the paper where Rishe had mentioned.
Focusing his attention on the teal hairded male now, Rys crossed his arms over his chest. "So what? We gonna have like boy scout meetings sometimes or something? Or do we just do our own sorta thing?" Ryszard would hang out with Rishe if he had to, but the two weren't particularly friends. They talked a few times when Rys backstabbed a fellow ditcher every once in awhile, but nothing too memorable that he could think of.
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Post by Rischzel Emipher on Feb 9, 2017 22:00:01 GMT
Champagne, Cocaine, Gasoline And Most Things In Between Well! This was already going just fantastically! Two damn members in a matter of minutes! And the principal thought that this would be hard! Though, a look crossed his face a bit at the second mention of scout related things. "Do I look like an honorable member of society to you?"
"No. None of you do." Rishe's head turned towards the voice, but he shot up out of his chair when it's owner came into view. "Look like a bunch of damn losers to me. No good to society. No better than the supposed slackers you're trying to rid the school of. You're poison." The albino huffed and looked through the files, taking his own before the aqua haired male could stop him. "And no, I'm not interested. But you're not going to go around spilling my secrets either."
"Wouldn't dream of it, little dove." Rishe smiled an almost snakelike smile as the albino glared at him, but really, it was easy enough to tell by his body language that he wasn't exactly friendly with him. Amos shook his head, sizing the other two up for a moment before rolling his eyes and entering the office itself. "Phew... Fuck that guy gives me the damn creeps I tell you what." Rishe flopped back down in his chair and continued going through files. "Come on, help me pick more candidates and we'll go drag their asses outta class." 237 Words ✶ @all yall ✶ Blah Notes [googlefont=Righteous][googlefont=Reem Kufi]
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Post by Michael Cousteau on Feb 16, 2017 18:32:40 GMT
The blond teen couldn't help but roll his eyes at the aqua-haired male's remarks on getting two members already. He was already regretting joining with two obnoxious upperclassmen. Though before anything else could really happen a voice came to his ears and Rishe shot out of his chair. His attention moved over to an albino male, one look at how he looked making him instantly label him as a peasant. He narrowed his cold, blue eyes at his words, already disliking the boy. He said nothing as he watched the interaction between the two males, soon watching him leave with his own file before his attention moved to Rishe. He just cast a venomous look to the upperclassman and gave him a slight look of disgust. "What? You are afraid of a peasant?" He questioned him, shaking his head then. "You're pathetic if that's all it takes to make you cower. Peasants are meant to be stepped on, to be over powered by those who are greater than them. Tch, you don't deserve to run this...whatever it is if you cower so easily." He chastised him in that cold and venomous tone of his. Michael then turned his attention to the other male there as well, narrowing his eyes. "I hate you. Don't touch me, I mean it." He stated bluntly, the guy just irking him in every way. He was too touchy, gods. Word count: --- Tag: Rischzel Emipher, @ryszard
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Post by Deleted on Feb 18, 2017 4:49:31 GMT
Emery really needed to stop getting herself into these situations. First the coffee spill in front of the cafeteria, and now this? Let’s backtrack a bit.
A few minutes prior, Emery found herself standing before the administration desk inside the front office. Feeling the need to please – something she was associated with every two minutes – she asked the clerk if any assistance was needed for school use. The woman gave a knowing smile before informing her of a sort of hall monitor position was needed. Several positions, actually. And as luck would have it, the man in charge of these monitor positions was stationed right outside the office.
Emery smiled in return. Easy enough job. It might even up her reputation a bit.
Taking her first few steps outside the office, however, and she was quick to realize how not easy this would be.
She had no problem working with males. She had no problem working with people older than her. What she did have a problem with was conflict – and one look determined that was the case with the three boys before her. A blonde, brunette, and aqua-haired man all seemed to be in the midst of either insulting or being coy with one another. She tried raising her voice to give a friendly hello but was easily overpowered by the other three voices speaking.
Sighing to herself, Emery turned on her heel and prepared to leave, assuming she would be no help after all.
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Post by Silas Sinn on Mar 14, 2017 5:06:41 GMT
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[attr="class","firelight"] Silas chewed on a granola bar as he re-entered the administration lobby. He'd been floating around for the past few minutes, getting a feel for what was going on and even listening in on the lovely conversation that Rishe guy was having with those other two. Silas had left when the white-haired kid had come around, and was now mulling over his options as he wandered into the administration lobby, pretending to look disinterested before glancing over to the table and the small crowd gathering around it.
Slipping his way through, the trickster found himself standing at the forefront next to two other guys. He found himself suppressing the urge to let out a wolf whistle. If the kids in his hometown had looked half as good he'd probably have put up a bit more fight leaving... actually, probably not. Silas brushed his hair out of his right eye idly, catching sight of a girl making her way to leave after spotting the other three guys, and he spared a glance to Rishe for only a moment before seamlessly gliding right up in front of her.
"And what's a lovely lady like you doing, avoiding the chance to make a name for herself perhaps?" His speech was smooth as butter, but didn't have the practiced air one might expect of such a line. Funnily enough, that was because all Silas had to do was think about what he'd like hearing as a greeting and just go with it. Helped that he'd woken up female this morning, and had spent most of his time getting ready trying to see if he was just a girl on this particular day or if it was just his mind booting back up.
It'd been the latter, though Silas couldn't rightly say he was too happy with that.
He knew he'd probably caught Rishe's attention somewhat with how quickly he'd closed the distance... maybe. Could also be that Silas happened to be on the so-called "list" that the aqua-haired man apparently had.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 14, 2017 15:15:46 GMT
Emery felt like kicking herself. It wasn’t like her to give up on something so easily, yet it was when it involved something she was uncomfortable with. She really should start spreading her horizons, as her mother used to say. Her face grimaced at the memory, quickly shaking her head as if it would rid her of the thought. No, now wasn’t the time to be thinking of that. She didn’t want to be disappointed and depressed all in the same morning.
“And what’s a lovely lady like you doing, avoiding the chance to make a name for herself perhaps?”
She jolted back a step in surprise when a boy suddenly appeared before her. It took her a second longer to comprehend the words he spoke to her, blush lightly coating her cheeks at his forward nature. While the saying was mostly true that compliments could get you anywhere, she wasn’t in the best of moods to be approached as such.
Emery took a moment to look the boy over, assuming he was older than her by a year or two from his confidence alone. The young man had dark hair and striking blue eyes, the combination of the two contrasting against one another in the typical, naturally attractive sort of way that teenagers had. She really couldn’t get over the fact that everywhere she went in this school, there were beautiful students. Did it have something to do with having extraordinary abilities? She didn’t see how the two were related, but made a mental note to do some much-needed research in the library.
Realizing at that moment she had been staring for far too long without uttering a single word, Emery shook her head once more and straightened her back, trying to appear her full height while meeting the other boy’s eyes with her own. “I’m not avoiding anything,” she defended. She knew she sounded defensive, and worrying her words might cause conflict decided to backtrack a step.
“Rather, what I mean…” Emery paused, taking a glance back at the group of three she was abandoning. Taking a second glance at them, individually she was confident she could get along with each of them. But together? That seemed like a disaster of conflict waiting to happen. Or already happening, she should say.
Turning back to face the other boy, she found herself for once at a loss of words. How was she to explain that she wasn’t avoiding anything when she was, in fact, fleeing the scene? Brushing her red bangs to the side a bit, Emery let out a huff of resignation. Here it goes. “I wasn’t sure I’d be a good fit for the job. Besides,” she added, scratching her cheek in embarrassment, “it looks like they’re already making a team. And I didn’t realize there was a list. I doubt I’m on it.” She’d hardly made a name for herself – well, aside from the ‘coffee girl’ remarks she now got. Ugh. It made her cringe just thinking about it.
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[attr="class","firelight"]Silas couldn't help himself. In the time it had taken Emily to formulate a response the boy had gone from a cursory glance to taking full inventory of her appearance. He silently cursed himself for letting the more irrational areas of his mind think for him sometimes, but the view was pleasant enough while he waited for a response.
When the girl did finally respond, it seemed to hold an air of defensiveness that fortunately didn't catch Silas too far off guard. Honestly speaking she took it a lot better than some other people he'd greeted in a similar fashion, because as it turns out just randomly "appearing" in front of someone isn't exactly a welcome occurence, though it certainly made for some interesting situations indeed.
He shifted his focus over to the boys at quite the same time Emily did, taking note on their locations and what they'd continued doing in the past few moments while listening to Emily say how it looked like they had a team, and how she probably wasn't on Rishe's list anyway. Honestly speaking, the whole phrase was rather amusing, though all Silas did in response was let loose a low chuckle.
"From the encounters I've had with Rishe, he's gonna be open for way more than just those two," Silas replied with a coy smirk on his features, "And I wouldn't worry about being on his list, I doubt even the principal knows who that man has been scouting for. For all anyone but him knows you could be on his list, y'know?" He shifted his footing as he spoke, placing his right foot slightly behind it as he leaned against it gently, sending his center of mass over a bit in that direction.
"Speaking of names though, mine's Silas. Would you mind gracing me with the knowledge of yours?"
Aaaand there he went again. Silver tongue and everything. Sometimes he wondered if he was simply incapable of speaking to people like a human being.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 15, 2017 3:58:08 GMT
Emery listened intently on the boy’s words, giving him her full attention. Despite the sudden encounter with him, he seemed like a nice-enough guy. She wasn’t one to rush and make judgements on first impressions; after all, she’d been in a similar situation where a certain someone had appeared right before her eyes, and that person turned out to be rather pleasant. Maybe this would be a similar case. He did seem to have a way with words.
So Rishe was the aqua-haired man’s name? Emery made a mental note to remember that fact. It helped to know anyone she could, and although she was a second year it was her first year at the academy. She still had more people she didn’t know – most people, in fact.
She felt her shoulders relax at his tone as the boy went on to basically say anyone could be on the list. Emery still greatly doubted a nobody like her was on some pre-made list – especially made by someone she didn’t know before this conversation – but nevertheless felt a string of hope from the boy’s words. She had to give him props for that: it often took a lot more than what he said to ease her nerves. Truth be told, she still felt anxious about the whole situation – only now, her nerves felt somewhat manageable. Maybe she was overthinking this. It certainly wouldn’t be the first time.
“You might be right,” Emery mumbled, rubbing her hand against her chin in thought. “I won’t know unless I ask. I suppose I should do that. Although…” she trailed off, her nerves getting the better of her. She avoided his eyes, knowing her anxiety was beginning to show in her own. “I’m not exactly well-known around here. It would be presumptuous of me to assume I’m on anyone’s list.” There she goes again, being self-doubtful.
When the boy introduced himself as Silas, she nodded politely and offered her hand for him to shake. “Silas, that’s a unique name. I’m Emery,” she responded dutifully. Tilting her head to the side, pondering, she looked at him with a questioning stare. “Do you mind if I ask if you’re on the list?”
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