School House Rumbles 3: Act 1, Cadet

[Froggy]

King stood outside, and while he waited, twirled his chain. Remembering the training he had gotten over the years concerning his fighting style, he visualized someone coming at him, then decided to make it a group of people similar to the last fight he had before coming here. He would proceed to snap his chain to and fro, causing it to make snapping noises as he tossed it all around his waist. He usually kept the chain on his pocket, rarely pulling it out unless things got serious but considering how often things DID get serious for him, it never hurt to stay sharp. He swung it forward, snapping at an imaginary foe directly in front of him then pulled his chain out to the right, slapping one guy where he figured their ribs would be. He didn't just use the chain when he fought, but preferred to toss anything he could get his hands on, like forks, spoons, knives, candy canes, peanut brittle, and even rubber bands. Not that he was a$$ed out if he didn't have anything to throw though, he could still get physical like nobody's business but put something in his hands to throw and he could take things to a whole different level. The chain though, the chain was personal for him, as it was one of two things that he had to remind him of his parents. Mr. Armisen gave this to him, along with the ring when he was about 12, and told him what his parents really did and why he kept putting him through these strange games of "who can tag who with the candy canes" which King tended to lose at (and end up with a bloody cheek) until he was 13. The chain was apparently Mr. Sicarius favorite weapon for a hit, while the ring was something from his mother's side of the family. Holding onto these gave him a connection to his folks he felt, something that would help him stay tied to his roots.

[Nik Hasta]

Room wasn't awful.

Dat was a ting.

Smaller than his room back home but devoid of the presence and huge amounts of stuff belong to his three younger brothers so it felt more roomy. Firstly he took out his ash tray and put it on the bedside table. With a small amount of ceremony, he reached into his toolbag, right to the very bottom, and pulled out a rather large see through ziplock bag that was jampacked with dried out green plant life. His big brother's going away present to him. With delicacy and speed that belied his corpulent form he rolled himself a rather large joint and lit up.

The cigarettes were fine and good but he really needed to just get a bit mashed to be able to deal with all of this. He sat in silence, occasionally giggling to himself as he recalled Jeffry's lighter prank and smoked. He gave a soft sigh as he felt his equilibrium pass the tipping point. It was like a tingling breath that extended from his heart and lungs and spread all the way out to his extremities right into the tips of his fingers and toes. He could feel his hair, the sort of way it was an extension of his body, like a tree, trees growing out of his head. It was a part of him. He was flyin' kind of, his heartbeat echoing in his brain and rendering the perception of time reeeeeeaaaaally fluid.

This was good, nothing felt really real anymore. Like... when it happened it was real but as soon as it had happened it was like a dream that he was just wakin' up from. Every moment a kind of surprising feeling of; "Oh shit what am I doin' now?!" Sort of restful in a perpetually surprising way.

Shiiiiiiit.

His rollie still hanging out of his mouth at angle, he laid his toolkit out on the floor, checking and cleaning all of his tools carefully and placing them down in order of size. He regarded the spread of devices with a small measure of satisfaction before sweeping the whole bunch back into the bag, sending them back into a chaotic, but somewhat navigable, jumble.

He was hungry. Man. He could really go for some food right now. Like... he should call Kara and his family though but right now, he really wanted something... fuckin' covered in melted cheese. And a cookie. A really fuckin' huge cookie. Shit dat would be 'mazin'.

Mazin like apprasin'

Apprasin' a machine to make it better.

Fix it to make it well.

Tick tock goes the clock I guess.

See the little gears all fitting together and turning and turning and turning in order to make other things move and like... that's how the world is in a way, like you're all a gear of differing sizes and you've got to work with people to make it happen but Elewa's gear didn't really fit easy. More like a... custom-made specialised sprocket maybe. Kara wasn't a gear. She didn't work with anyone really. More like... an internal combustion engine, girl is like a sparkplug. Make sparks. Make fire. Boom makes things go, pushes the pistons and makes it work. Volatile but necessary.

Man, he fucking missed her. Missed her dark curly hair and tattoos and her piercings and clothes that were pretty fucking cool. She could talk real talk and all that jazz.

Elewa could do machines. Machines made sense.

Be like a mountain with a soldering iron.

...

I bet I could dismantle that vid screen.

Prolly cameras in it watching me right now. Better wave for the camera give those boys something to say to each other, 'stead of twiddling their thumbs. They might get made if he takes it apart.

Liquid crystal display would be a challenge.

Or was it it LED?

LED was easier, less hassle if you dropped it. You drop LCD you end up with shit all over the floor and then who has to clean it up? Some robot guy? Me? I don't know.

Maybe start with the air con. Take that apart. Or the door locks, feels like micro-circuitry, porous micro-circuitry with data written onto the cards with corresponding scanner manner banananer...

... the fuck was this he was thinking?

He finished smoking and extinguished the butt in the ashtray. First of many. First of many he reckoned indeed.

He picked up his toolbag, secreted the bag of weed in the bottom of it and set out toward the kitchen to find some food, his normally slow walk even slower and more akin to a stumbling plod.

[Froggy]

..He was hungry. Man. He could really go for some food right now. Like... he should call Kara and his family though but right now, he really wanted something... fuckin' covered in melted cheese. And a cookie. A really fuckin' huge cookie. Shit dat would be 'mazin'.

this right here? this right here? is eerily similar to thoughts i've had while wasted

a specific type of huge cookie too


like not even lying, and

[Nik Hasta]

this right here? this right here? is eerily similar to thoughts i've had while wasted

a specific type of huge cookie too


like not even lying, and

I'd be lying if I said I wasn't drawing from experience for this bit.

[Froggy]

I'd be lying if I said I wasn't drawing from experience for this bit.

it definitely seemed like you were drawing from experience to me, definitely

[WickedElphaba]

Skye travels the distance to her room and pops the card in. As she does, she listens to how the metal in the door moves to unlock the door. Then she takes the card out, lets the door lock, and unlocks it on her own. Could be useful knowledge if that weird girl tries to OD or something. She thinks to herself.

Once inside, she looks around and gets a feel for the room's set up. Everything will need to change. But not tonight!

She rummages through her suitcase and finds her toiletries bag. Grabbing a towel and the backpack she uses for a purse, she heads to the showers to wash away the day.

[Ghost]

"I'd offer to join but I can't say I've ever played cards myself. Only place I could've played was at my mom's and she didn't seem too keen on the idea. Although," Richard pointed a finger up, as if preparing for a lecture, "I think I do recall how these games generally go. They're played at the expense of the currency of whoever underperforms in the game. But, it seems that whenever someone overperforms and collects the majority of the winnings, he receives the title of a 'smug cheating son-of-a-bitch'. What happens when the 'smug cheating son-of-a-bitch' collects his winnings and retires, is that his or her competitors will break into his or her home, and violently vandalize the place before performing depraved acts of physical violence on the alleged winner. The winnings will then be appropriately divided between all participants who are still alive." Richard rose his shoulders into a shrug, "Or that's how my mother tells it, anyway."

Sloane paused.

Then he burst into laughter. After a minute or two, he shook it off and regarded Richard with an amused smile on his face.

"That's right. You just summed up every card game I've seen.

Eisen eyes were wide. "Sounds like card games are a far more serious matter than I was led to believe."

[Rhyvurg]

Takeshi makes sure his several identical shirts and pants are in the room somewhere before he heads back out to the common area.

[FarBeyondC]

Since there was still a bit of time, and she was a little hungry, she decided to head towards the kitchen. Before she left however, she made sure to take a bottle of water and a pack of cards with her.

If King's still hanging around, I'll be prepared to show him what I wanted him to see. Otherwise, there's probably a couple of people around who are willing to play a game. If all else fails, I'll go try to find one of them. And if even that fails, I could always set my computer up.

Having finished his food, King turned to Sloane and co. to bow out of the card game. "Eh, cards ain't my thing guys, gonna go for a walk or something around the premises. If I come back and you all are still playing though I'll try it out" he told them before walking off. He wanted to see what Irie was going to show him exactly, and to get out there fast enough, he looked around, checking to see if anyone was watching, and proceeded to hover. He did it like if he were attempting to run, but instead of stepping forward, he went up and sped out of the dorms, moving just a few feet above the ground.

Once he made it out there, King took his time and waited for Irie at the same wall he was leaning on earlier.

Fixing herself something simple, Iriesia went to the common area and sat- listening to several conversations taking place while she ate. Some of what she heard was amusing- especially regarding cards. As she finished, she heard a man say something about King leaving for a walk, the tone of his voice suggested that the man was confused by this as King had just settled down to play cards with them.

Surely he didn't try to find my dorm room, did he? No, I doubt he'd do that tonight. Perhaps...

Checking her watch, she realized there was still quite a bit of time before everyone was expected to be inside. Following her hunch, Iriesia quickly disposed of what remained and headed directly outside.

King stood outside, and while he waited, twirled his chain. Remembering the training he had gotten over the years concerning his fighting style, he visualized someone coming at him, then decided to make it a group of people similar to the last fight he had before coming here. He would proceed to snap his chain to and fro, causing it to make snapping noises as he tossed it all around his waist. He usually kept the chain on his pocket, rarely pulling it out unless things got serious but considering how often things DID get serious for him, it never hurt to stay sharp. He swung it forward, snapping at an imaginary foe directly in front of him then pulled his chain out to the right, slapping one guy where he figured their ribs would be. He didn't just use the chain when he fought, but preferred to toss anything he could get his hands on, like forks, spoons, knives, candy canes, peanut brittle, and even rubber bands. Not that he was a$$ed out if he didn't have anything to throw though, he could still get physical like nobody's business but put something in his hands to throw and he could take things to a whole different level. The chain though, the chain was personal for him, as it was one of two things that he had to remind him of his parents. Mr. Armisen gave this to him, along with the ring when he was about 12, and told him what his parents really did and why he kept putting him through these strange games of "who can tag who with the candy canes" which King tended to lose at (and end up with a bloody cheek) until he was 13. The chain was apparently Mr. Sicarius favorite weapon for a hit, while the ring was something from his mother's side of the family. Holding onto these gave him a connection to his folks he felt, something that would help him stay tied to his roots.

As she stepped outside, she saw King twirling his chain; apparently, he hadn't noticed her or didn't care that she saw, for he used it a couple of times to attack the air. Perhaps he was hitting enemies within his mind with those motions. I've seen Noi and Zen do the same with their swords.

Wanting to see if he knew she was there or now, Iriesia concentrates for a moment on the bottle of water she brought with her, willing the water within it off the ground- which meant the poor bottle was lifted as well. With her mind, she casually tossed the water- bottle helplessly in tow- at the wall near where King stood. A few moments later, the bottle hit the wall, surprisingly remaining intact- not that she was actually trying to break the bottle. That would be a waste, after all. The sound it made when it struck the wall should have gotten King's attention though, which was the point.

[Eternal Torment]

Richard grinned widely towards Reizo, "Well then, Reize, how about you get what Sloane wants and I'll fill you in on the rules when you get back." Swivelling his head towards Sloane, Richard leaned back on his seat, eyeing the cards as they sped against Sloane's fingers, "So you sound like you have something pretty interesting. Maybe you'd like to fill us in."

"After I get a few answers. This game's pretty rough, so let me ask everybody playing: Will you consent to the handstand rule?" Sloane smiled.

Oh, I'll enjoy explaining this one.

Eisen eyes were wide. "Sounds like card games are a far more serious matter than I was led to believe."

"Undoubtedly. Not all the time, though."

[Ghost]

"After I get a few answers. This game's pretty rough, so let me ask everybody playing: Will you consent to the handstand rule?" Sloane smiled.

Oh, I'll enjoy explaining this one.

"I do not know what the handstand rule is," Eisen admitted.

[Eternal Torment]

"I do not know what the handstand rule is," Eisen admitted.

"Oh, you'll find out after the vote." Sloane laughed. "It'll be a rather nice surprise."

That all depends on what you believe 'nice' is, though.

[FalconX2000]

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[FalconX2000]

That sinking feeling in her stomach was getting worse and worse.

Cammy couldn't help but burst out, "What do you mean life or death?! What are we going to be doing here?!"

They had to train and succeed, or die by the hands of their own government. This she had known coming here. They could either accept it, or fight it. For now, she would accept, and make the best of it.

Don't blame me. Daddy voted for the other guy last election.

He leads them to the large, round building with the green dome. When they step inside, they can tell it's somewhat dated looking, but clean. Hem otiosn to teh large room in the middle of the first floor of the building.

"This is the common room and kitchen/mess hall for you. The kitchen is fully stocked with pretty much anything you could need, and the vid-screen is as modern as they come. There are also large private bathes down the corridor on the left, one for men and one for women, and each is clearly marked. An entertainment room and gymnasium iare also stationed down the opposite corridor. Now, up these steps here."

He points to the two staircases, one leading left and one leading right.

"Left side are the female dorms, and the right side is the male dorms (seperated by the common rooms' large ceiling, so there isn't a connection between the two sides except for going down one staircase and up the other). There is to be no co-minging done in dorm rooms, so please, no sneaking about for trysts."

He then hands them each a data-card, no bigger or thicker than a regular playing card, each with a number on it.


"These are you room keys, you'll need them to get in and out of your rooms. All your stuff that was pre-sent over is already stashed in your rooms. If you have any problems, you can contact me through the vid-system, each room has one. Each also has a small vid-screen for viewing news or vid-shows, computer access, both personal and school wise, a small, personal bathroom with no shower or bath, a bed, a dresser, a closet, a desk, and that's about it. It's all rather spartan due to how quickly we had to move things over. Oh, and the Academy A.I. isn't up and running yet, so don't bother trying to access the database. I'm still working on getting it up and running."

Gulliver glances at his watch.

"It's now 8:00 pm. Generally speaking, curfew is 9:00 pm. By that time, I expect you back inside the dorm building at the least. Beyond that, stay up as late as you want, but don't think I'll care how little sleep you got when I wake you in the morning for training. Also, don't leave this building tonight. The security systems still aren't updated and don't recognize you as students or personal yet. Now then, I suggest you all settle down in your rooms, maybe grab something to eat, and get some sleep. Tomorrow will be a very long day for you all. Goodnight."

With that, Gulliver left them in the common room, clsoing the dormatory dorm behind him and leaving them all inside.


OT: Night all.

It was pretty well thought out, as dorm buildings went. The spacious common area would suffice for indoor practice, and she looked forward to seeing what the gym had.

So there was to be no co-mingling. Girls on one side, boys on the other.

Haha, jokes on him. I prefer girls.

Then again, maybe it was just an attempt to avoid pregnancies. 'Graduate or die' was stressful enough without worrying about a baby in the belly.

Casimir took his key with a generic, "thank you." and waited for Gulliver to leave the dorm. He looked around for bit, while stretching to get a feel for the place.

Security System arms at night, and isn't calibrated for us yet. Fun, fun. But from the sound of it, the rooms are rather nice.

He smiled, and said out loud, "I'm going to get something to eat. Anyone else want to go with?" He was pretty interested to see what the rooms looked like, food came first. He hadn't eaten all day.

Kyra shook her head, fanning herself with the collar of her gi.

"Sorry, I prefer eating when I'm clean, and I just hiked up a long ass set of stairs. I'll going to find my room, then hit the showers."

The stress of leaving home for good hadn't helped either. She could distract herself from it all she wanted, but it was there. She needed to unwind that knot inside, and a bath felt like the way to go.

[Eternal Torment]

Kyra shook her head, fanning herself with the collar of her gi.

"Sorry, I prefer eating when I'm clean, and I just hiked up a long ass set of stairs. I'll going to find my room, then hit the showers."

The stress of leaving home for good hadn't helped either. She could distract herself from it all she wanted, but it was there. She needed to unwind that knot inside, and a bath felt like the way to go.

"Shower?" Sloane cackled, his laughter mixing with the sound of his cards. "Trust me when I say you won't need a shower if you play this game with us."