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Post by itame on Feb 13, 2016 13:06:32 GMT
Itame had been struggling with survival until the fateful day that he came across the beautiful Sakura who have him hope. She had provided him with a chance at a renewed beginning though to his lack of knowledge in the subject his angel Sakura was engaged to be married to another man. His world came crashing down around him after hearing the news, and without a second thought he packed him belongings, and left the place that for a short time he had called home. It had deemed to warm up quite a bit the warrior would imagine as he felt the warm kiss of the sun gracing his skin. After travelling for a few days Itame was growing weak form the hunger that was beginning to set in. His stomach was growling, and sounding like gnashing of teeth. Just when things were at their worst, and appeared to be no way out he found a city. He had finally made it somewhere where he might actually be able to funds something to eat, and after that a place to train. Hunger getting the better of the man he fell to his butt on the street corner; his body had never felt this weak before. “Does anybody know somewhere I can work for a meal? I am not asking for handouts I am willing to work for my meal!” The warrior wasn't getting many reactions from the crowd, and began to fall asleep with his head tested upon a lamp post. He was truly running out of options; what good would it so him to train of he just starved himself to death? Nostalgic Ayumu
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Post by Deleted on Feb 15, 2016 17:53:53 GMT
Alexander gave a small breath of relief as school had been let out. This school was less of a learning institution and more of a means to understand how to survive. Despite the fact that he seemed to have both the approval of Jazz and (possibly) Kerren, it didn't stop people from attempting to jump him in the hallways, or sometimes right in the classroom itself. None of them so far had been anything to really worry about, and as such, he left the school with barely a scrape on him. His parents had been worried about him when he'd come home the first day with a solid bruise on his sternum and with some slight ones on his forearms. But they'd allowed him to go back, and things had been relatively tame up until the first assault in the hallway on the 'new kid.' Alex hadn't taken very long to knock the boy senseless, which had given him a little bit of a reprieve until the next.
It was exhausting.
But he couldn't deny that he enjoyed the concept of the school. At the day's end, however, he simply could not stand to stay around for too much longer. Vacating the premises, the boy meandered through the streets of the city, still in his school uniform for now. His bag was set over one shoulder as he walked, focused on heading back to his home. He needed to shower after a day like today, to wash away all the stress and pain of the day.
He turned a corner, about to keep moving when he heard a voice cry out from the opposite side of the street, giving him pause. It seemed that someone was...in need of food and willing to do work for it. He supposed that he couldn't fault the person for seeking to do the work on his own, but at the same time, he was relying on the mercy of others in order to achieve this goal, rather than simply taking things in his own two hands.
"Hm..." Alex mused as he watched the man as he seemed to struggle to stay conscious. He glanced back toward his home, pondering simply going home and leaving the man to his fate, but he supposed he might have something to offer. As the light changed, Alexander moved across the street, coming closer to the fellow, only to discover that he wasn't an adult at all, at least not any moreso than Alex was. Judging from his fatures, Alex put the man about the same age as himself, maybe give or take a year or two.
"You should be taking the world in your hands, not relying on the generosity of others to provide you with work. Not taking handouts for food is admirable, but you're effectively looking for handouts to work," the boy said, his emerald eyes watching the other. He extended a hand then, both to help the man back to his feet, and to shake. "Alexander Voss. I think I can get you some food in exchange for a favor or two," he spoke. A lot of the systems in the school he attended were ran by the students due to a lack of faculty. Jazar oversaw the kitchen. He was pretty sure that Jazz could get the kid some food and put him to work.
If he wanted to, that is.
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Post by itame on Feb 15, 2016 23:29:09 GMT
Flashbacks of the day his mother had been killed without him being able to do anything to protect her...these dreams were haunting him more, and more on a daily basis. He had been so weak, but through intense training he had been able to make himself more powerful than he was at that point in his life. Though in order for him to become stronger he was going to have to make a little zeni first; this was the key to his survival, and the key to him eventually unlocking his full potential.
In hindsight the area he was in now was a complete 360 to what he was used to. He had spent his time in a village that was constantly blanketed with snow, and he had put a lot of effort into building up a name for himself as a worker. Despite all of his work his name was eventually tarnished by the harsh words of the girl to the townsfolk. He was drove out of the town, and left without anything, but the clothes he wore on his back. He had to hunt wild game barehanded to provide him with the required sustenance. The unending cold was just another horrid nightmare to add to his collection.
Itame’s concentration was broken when he heard the voice of someone hovering over him; the man began to judge the way he was going about finding work. “You know, I don’t like relying on others for anything; this is a big hit to my pride. I just need food to sustain my life so I can become stronger.” The young warrior would sluggishly reach out, and accept his hands; rising to his feet looking him in the eyes, and realizing that the person was about his age. He would hear the man introducing himself as Alexander Voss feeling the grip that the boy held he realized that he wasn’t a normal person. This guy was about the same as him, but possibly stronger. “The name is Itame!”
Slowly, the warrior would begin to compare the energy of the person standing before him to his own, and to his disbelief he had met someone who possessed a power level stronger than his own. Alexander would then mention having him do some favors for him in exchange for some food. “Well, that just depends; what kind of favors are we talking about. I am okay with doing anything as long as it doesn’t involve something illegal.” Itame would laugh as he awaited a response from Alexander a large smirk forming across the facial features of the man.
(ooc- thank you for replying to this; the Old Man I was supposed to do this thread with had some irl stuff come up, and I thought I would have to abandon it. I can’t wait to see where this goes! xD)
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Post by Deleted on Feb 16, 2016 1:26:50 GMT
Alexander watched the other as he introduced himself as Itame. The name felt...foreign to Alex's tongue. Then again he wasn't entirely sure this fellow was from around here. He seemed to be built of slightly tougher stuff, though Alex himself had no way to gauge anything unless he showed out his power for him to see, or feel. Just a casual look made it a little unusual for him to determine whether or not Itame was someone that could wrest control of his own life from destiny or fate, much as Alex himself tried to do, or Kerren had. His gaze flickered over the man, who was not doing well to conceal any of his motives.
At the mention of illegality, however, Alexander waved his hand. "Nothing of the sort," he responded, not wanting the other boy to think that he was also involved in these types of situations. Alex watched him with a calm, impassive gaze for a moment before he slipped his hands into his pockets, closing his eyes. "I suppose I can see where you might have gotten that assumption though, given the talk of taking the world in your own hands," Alex continued, before he opened his eyes, his expression stern, though not angry. "But this world was forged on people doing what they felt was right, and not resting on the laurels of their predecessors. I'm just a firm believer in that, that's all."
His gaze moved back toward the way he came, giving a small frown. He wasn't entirely certain that Jazz would accept things, now that he was thinking on it, but it still couldn't hurt to try. At worst, maybe he could get the kid enrolled there or somewhere else. The school wasn't the greatest, but it might still be better than whatever he was doing now, especially if there wasn't anything for him. If he was that hungry and looking for work, chances are he didn't have much to his name, anyway. If that was the case, he was fairly certain that the school had a sort of halfway house of sorts, for those students who didn't have much of place of their own but he really had no idea.
"Follow me, if you can. I attend a school not to far from here. The cafeteria still has food I'm sure, or at the very least we can find something there for you to eat," Alexander spoke as he glanced up at the lights, waiting for them to change before they were given the clearance to cross. He moved across the street, the boy's hands still in his jacket pockets as he moved. The wind was still a little cool and bothersome to him, though Itame didn't seem to be too bothered by it. Wherever he was from, he was probably used to the cold.
((No worries! Alex can't fly btw, so if Itame can that'll make for an amusing conversation. The school he attends is highly inspired by KLK, pretty much everything is student-run, and teachers are about the only adults there just for a quick tldr))
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Post by itame on Feb 16, 2016 13:12:59 GMT
Itame would begin to get the sense that he was being watched stared at; was this man actually attempting to size him up? He would smile as if attempting to conceal the awkwardness that was converging around the two boys. Scratching the back of his head he would begin to laugh, “You look as though you have seen a rare sight. I come from the far north I trained in the mountains tirelessly from a young age with the monks.” A sense of depression would begin to wash over the warrior as he yet again had the image of his mother’s face embed itself in his mind. What good would it be to hold such horrific memories to himself without sharing them with people he meets. They must know of all the evil in the world, and if that meant speaking of things that had such emotional memories tied to them sobeit. “You see Alex my mother was killed along with most of my village during a rogue attack by a military group. I still haven’t after all of these years been able to decipher who had committed this horrible act. That’s why I was forced into seeking refuge in the temple, and that is why I devoted myself to martial arts. I will never be a weakling ever again.”
An awkward feeling would wash over the warrior as he realized that he had opened up about his feelings to a stranger. The tense atmosphere would break when Alex would tell him that he had no evil intent in his heart. Itame would believe the warrior he had a gut feeling that he could trust in this person.
The warrior would watch as the man began to cross the street, and was dumbfounded to the reason a warrior as strong as him wasn't flying. Was he purposely hiding his power from him? Itame would begin to channel his no beneath his feet causing wind to whip underneath them, and then with one powerful jump he leapt into the air flying over the traffic. Itame would cross his arms looking down at his savior, and would smile. “Wouldn't it be faster if we just fly there?” the warrior would question unaware of the outcome of his actions. The warrior's stomach would begin to growl from the hunger causing his hands to grasp his stomach in an attempt to conceal his hunger. It was the most intense pain that the warrior had ever experienced. It felt as though teeth were gnashing at the interior of his stomachs lining. There was no way for a person to train themselves to train away the hunger. The muscles of his midsection would clench right causing the warrior to flail about midair.
The pain in his stomach would cause the warrior to come crashing to the ground. He would rise to his feet, and look at the man with a weird smirk on his face. “Nevermind about that while flying thing; I am too hungry to keep concentration on my ki, and it's manipulation.” How body was now drenched with sweat and breath heavy in an attempt to pull himself back in control of his body. A slight breeze was beginning to stir bringing forth the smell of honey. It was clsuch a lovely smell one that he hadnt smelt in a long time. His mother would always give him a teaspoon of honey to eat while she was baking. The warrior would sign teaching into his pocket he pulled out a handkerchief that his father had passed down to him. Wiping the perspiration from his brow he would begin to follow the path that Alex was dredging. The thought that haunted the warrior was if he was going to be able to honor his mother's teachings as well as overcome any adversity that presents itself to the warrior.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 17, 2016 4:17:46 GMT
When he was accosted for looking him over, Alex didn't falter, simply closing his eyes and turning his head to the side. "I'm mostly just curious, that's all. I haven't seen many others of your...stature in the city. You don't strike me as someone from around here." And as he said so, the other did volunteer information that he was definitely not from around here, which he had suspected. "From the North, hm?" he asked, nodding along. Getting trained by monks was definitely an interesting way to develop, that was for certain. "I'm from around here," he spoke, trying to be nonchalant about things. "My folks have a lot of money but I don't really fall into that lifestyle. I started training when I was around eight with my master. He passed about two years ago, now," he said, still not betraying any sign of emotion as he spoke evenly, no hints of despair or sadness in his tone.
However, Itame continued then, spilling basically his entire life story onto him. Alex paused, frowning as he looked back at the other. He didn't really...understand exactly why he was being told this. What if Alex was part of that particular group and assassinated Itame right here to finish the job. Still, Alexander couldn't help but to feel some amount of pity for the boy, as his own life story was altogether boring in comparison. He had a lot of money that he could fall back on at any time that he needed it...but he refused to do so. He wanted to carve his fate with his own two hands. "I am sorry for your loss," he spoke, his mask breaking for a moment before placing his hand on the other's shoulder. "Perhaps someone at the school where I'm taking you might know something- they are from all walks of life."
As he began to cross the road, he felt a small gust of wind, whipping about his coat but he paid it little mind until he heard Itame's voice. Not from behind him or from his sides...but above. Alex paused, glancing straight upward, his mask breaking once again as his eyes widened at the sight of someone...flying. He had seen a few World Tournaments on television when he was younger, but he hadn't watched them in quite some time...and honestly he had fogotten about what he had seen until just now, with Itame airborne. "I..." he began before Itame's body seemed to seize up...and then he crashed to the ground. "Are-" Alex began before the boy suddenly was standing again, seeming to be just fine, all things considered. He wasn't entirely certain that he could recover quite so quickly if he's struck the ground that hard, but Itame seemed fine, all things considered.
"I...cannot fly," he spoke as they reached the opposite side of the street, fixing the boy with an arched brow. "Nor could my master, not at least as far as I was aware. I had no idea that such a thing was possible. Perhaps at the least, in return for me getting you food, you can show me how that works," he spoke, now curious. He didn't know if he would be able to get the power beneath his feet or not, but he certainly wanted to be able to try, now that he'd seen it. "Manipulating your ki...interesting," he spoke, wondering if he could achieve the similar feat without needing to practice. He had quite good control, all things considered, and had even managed to improve upon the ki wave that his master had taught him originally. "Anyway, you can teach me as we go," he spoke.
About ten minutes later, the two arrived at a rather rundown-looking school. Despite the fact that it was past the time for the students to be attending, there were still several who were working on fixing up the lawn, or repainting parts of the windows. "The head of the student council keeps everyone in line," he spoke, aware of the methods that Kerren used, but unless Itame wanted to attend as well, there wouldn't be much reason for Alex to explain it all to him. "Anyway, the cafeteria is through here," he spoke, leading him onward.
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Post by itame on Feb 20, 2016 18:53:48 GMT
Itame eyes would widen at the revelation Alex had laid upon him; a warrior of his power level couldn’t fly. Kids just starting out at the temple were learning how to fly; it was almost a initiation for them into the ki manipulation realm. Shrugging off the shock from that thought he would hear the man speaking of the possibility someone at the school might have information on his inquiries. This thought intrigued the man because he hadn’t the foggiest of clues as to where to look for information. “Well if someone at this school has some information that could possibly lead me to any sort of answer it is worth a shot. “
He would follow the man into the school, and would listen to his descriptions of the people who were in charge of the school. “Well this doesn’t seem to be like any school I have ever seen.” Following after Alex he would make his way into the cafeteria; he could smell the scent of hot food coming from the kitchen. He would look at Alex, “Thank you for bringing me here, but I must ask what was that favor you were speaking of earlier?” He would sit at a table with his eyes fixated on the man sitting before him.
(Sorry for the short reply was sick, and just got internet back.)
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Post by Deleted on Feb 20, 2016 21:29:45 GMT
Alexander gave a small nod. “This school is remarkably well-connected to things that it...probably should not have a hand in,” he spoke, glancing back over at Itame. There were some levels of illegality that they had gotten their fingers in, but as far as he knew, the cafeteria had no such ties to any of that. As such, he doubted that Jazz would want to ask anything illegal of the man. Worst-case, he'd just pay for the food for Itame himself and then learn to fly (possibly) in return for that sort of favor. But for now, he would keep all of that to himself. Itame seemed to be the type to easily take offense at the thought of doing something against the law and quite possibly get himself involved with trying to take it down.
While he didn't doubt that Itame was a strong fighter, Jazz had put Alex on the ground and Kerren, if he were around, had been strong enough to simply intimidate Alex into inaction without anything at all, save for an increase in pressure in the area. He didn't want to bring Itame into all of that, though he did wonder if the two of them could handle Jazz at least, working in tandem. But, so far, the people of the school had been nothing but kind to him. Jonathan was the only one that had had any sort of vendetta against Kerren and those were things that Alexander had become aware of but really didn't feel that he should intervene with.
At Itame's mention of the school being different from anything he'd seen before, Alex gave a small nod. “Agreed. It's not like anything I've run into before. But it does operate very efficiently. Perhaps a little bit too well, but that might just show the capacity for leadership that Kerren has, even at a young age,” he spoke. “Kerren being that student council president I spoke of, earlier,” he added, just to help the boy keep the names straight. Alexander spent most of the day here and even he got a little confused here and there.
As Itame sat, Alexander glanced over to him. “That's more up to Jazz than it is up to me,” he spoke, nodding toward the back of the cafeteria, where the kitchen was. A larger male stood, overseeing several of the other students who were working on the kitchen detail. He was a good head taller than just about anyone else, and his chiseled frame made him seem all the more intimidating. “Speaking of...I'll go ask him,” he spoke, before he turned toward the back of the room. “Jazz!” he called out.
The large male turned and, seeing Alexander, gave a small smirk, though he raised a brow as he came toward the two of them. “Afternoon Voss, weird to see you here after hours. You bring us a new recruit?” he asked, before thrusting a hand at Itame. “Jazar. Everyone calls me Jazz,” he spoke, much more amiable to him on their first meeting than Jazz had been to Alex. “What can I do for you?” he asked, looking to the hungry fellow, folding his arms over his chest again as he waited for the response.
((No problem bro.))
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Post by itame on Feb 21, 2016 3:50:26 GMT
Itame would nod understanding the fact that the school was well connected, but the part that concerned the warrior the most was that it might have some criminal ties. Though he didn’t have proof of such an action so he would just shrug it off, “Yeah, we all have our fair share of crosses to bear. When I was younger after leaving the temple I forced myself into the underground fighting circuit trying to raise a little wages in order to better provide for myself, but for some reason I can’t stand to see someone in need. That’s why I am always broke.” Often he would blame his actions on the upbringing of his mother; she would always give to people in need no matter what happened to her. Though Itame had never seen a day without a meal on the table; knowing his mother fasted to ensure he ate well. She had one of the strongest wills he had ever seen in his life; she would do anything to help someone in need; even if she nearly killed herself in the process. The local markets were nice enough to help her out during her time of need; giving her a fish here and there. Nearly having to force her to take it because of her pride, but she knew when she needed to put her pride on the back burner. He missed her, and always had her on his mind.
Itame was brought back to a time long ago; one that he had tried to suppress over the years to ensure his sanity. He remembered an elderly couple that had been left homeless due to the assault of the army on the town. Everything they had was stripped from them with little or no remorse from the enemy. The young warrior had helped them to his house, and gave them a place to stay. The elderly couple spoke of their granddaughter that lived with them, and told him that after the attack they couldn’t find her anywhere. He could remember the sobs of hopelessness that came from the old couple. He was heartbroken, and he had to find some way to find her. He had to give the couple closure, whether it be good or bad, they had to know what happened to the girl. He could remember the terror he felt while running throughout the burning city; the heat was something he wasn’t accustomed to. He arrived at the elderly couples house only to find it as a pile of rubble; how could someone do this to these people? Digging through the rubble he found a little girls tobogan drenched in blood. This wasn’t the result he was hoping to find.
The man would speak with much admiration for the student council president Kerren. He was very kind, and went step by step with explaining the layout of the school. From the knowledge he had absorbed from Alex he had deduced that Kerren was the student council president, and she was the head honcho. This school seemed like something that he would find as interesting, but he had ulterior motives for his time. He had to gain strength, and he had to get it fast. He had heard of many powerful schools that were around from his master. His master the one he called father told him to seek out one of these schools, and to dedicate his time to training under them, and unlocking his full potential as a warrior. He could tell by the conditions of the hall that there had been a couple fights that have taken place. “So, riddle me this; do you all fight each other at this school? If I can’t fight I can’t increase my skills, which would just be a waste of time for myself. Also, if you would like to learn how to fly I can teach you; it becomes like second nature after you learn how to do it."
“Hmmm so this fellow is the one whom I will have to ask the favor of huh?” Itame would begin to study the man up, and down. The man he referred to as Jazz was well built, and his muscles were chiseled. This man would be considered a main contender in a heavyweight bout. Curiosity would begin to take hold of the warrior, and he would close his eyes. Expanding his ki he would attempt to compare the ki of Jazz to that of his own. The pressure of this man was way above his own; he didn’t think in a fair fight he would have much of a chance of defeating him in combat. What were they feeding these kids at this school; to be this strong, and not be boasting about it, which was an odd sight to say the least.
The masculine man would greet Itame openly, which would bring about a smirk on Itame’s face. His actions were in no way how he would’ve imagined someone of his size, and build to have greet him. “Well it is a pleasure to meet you Jazar, where I am from the people call me Itame. I am from the far North in a place where nothing, but snow, and death exist.” The warrior would pause intimidated because of what he was about to ask the man, “Well Jazar, I have come here for food, and our friend over here told me that I might be able to do a favor for some food. I am no slouch I can work my ass off, and keep on working. Just what might you need of me as compensation for food? Though I will let you know I will not perform any illegal acts because I don’t plan on spending the rest of my life in prison for something stupid. I have too much to do in my life to just rot it away in some cell.”
He could remember his visit to the prison in his village growing up, and seeing the small cells that the inmates were locked up in. The dampness that was present year round in the cells, and the fact that the toilets were in the open hiding little from the imagination. This is probably the biggest reason why he didn’t want to go to prison that visit was life scarring.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 21, 2016 19:25:36 GMT
The question posed to Alexander about whether or not the students fought against one another was one that while simple in nature, was actually quite difficult to answer. It wasn't the easiest thing to really pin down, all things considered. "Somewhat," he responded after a moment, having to think through his words as he continued to try and put the thoughts in the order that he wanted them, "thought not what you might think. The school is not centered around the learning of martial arts or fighting, at least not from what I've been able to ascertain. There are several students, the stronger sort, from my understanding, that patrol the hallways to stop any fights before they start." As they walked, he indicated a small group of students that were merely sitting in one of the hallways near the lockers. Most of them had lit cigarettes between their lips, and it seemed like they were gambling, all of which things that were rather not allowed in most schools. "This school is something of a haven for those who are not able to function in a regular school environment...so things here are a little more odd than they might be elsewhere."
He gave a slight shrug then. "But the thing about this school that draws me to it, is the fact that anything that you wish to achieve with your own strength is possible. There is no ties, holding you back to who you were, or where you come from. The only thing that matters here are the results that you're able to achieve using your own power. And due to that, many differences of opinions between students do often end in a fight of some sort. I've been in about six fights, so far, since I started here," he spoke, looking over to Itame. Jazz had been his first, though the fight hadn't been concluded he was fairly certain he would've lost that battle. After that had come Travis who he'd severely wounded, and then his attempts at running some aspect of the way the made money at the school in Travis' place had four different fights during that whole debocle. He gave a small shrug at that point. "So you will undoubtedly run into fighting someone at some point if you wish to stay here, but I cannot guarantee it."
"But so far, I can say with certainty that there is no other place in this city where the only thing that matters is your strength. There are other places where they advertise it as such, that your skill is all that's required to progress, but it all comes back to who you knew before, and what your family name is. People treat you differently based on who you were before, but not here. This is the only place where I feel like I understand where I am compared to everyone else around me. They don't know me and I don't know them, but we recognize one another's strength. We all fight for what we believe in, and the one who wants his dream the most is the one who is rewarded." He took a small breath, the boy obviously quite fervent about this particular place. The knowledge that there were some other activities going on here that he wasn't aware of or comfortable with didn't bother him too much as none of it was anything that he ever planned to involve himself in with. "But at the very least, you'll have regular meals," he offered, shrugging.
As they made their way through the school and had reached the cafeteria, Itame had asked about the Jazz. Alexander gave a small nod. “Yeah. That's Jazz,” he spoke before he had called the man over. He didn't really know how Jazz was going to treat another new body, but per usual, Jazar had been rather amiable about most things. He had seemed moreso to Itame than he had been to Alex on his first introduction, but he assumed that had more to do with the fact that he had been introduced by someone who had a little bit of clout already, rather than just coming in by oneself.
Jazz listened to Itame's words before he gave a small nod. “Good to meet you, Itame. But dude, just call me Jazz. Kerren's about the only one that calls me Jazar and it makes me think of my dad yelling at me,” he said, giving a small shrug. As Itame mentioned he was from the North, his eyes opened a little bit. “The North, eh? That's where Vice is from,” he said, giving a small nod. Alexander blinked as he looked over at the man, trying to remember if he had heard that name before but he was coming up short.
“Wait. Who's Vice?” he asked, curious now. He had an inkling that it was the vice president, given that he hadn't met them at all yet. And it just seemed like the name would fit. He didn't have any idea who they were however, and if they were the mysterious fourth member of the student council, then he was all the more interested in them.
Jazz blinked, glancing back at Alex. “Oh yeah. You haven't met her yet. Victoria is her real name I think, but I called her Vice once since she's Kerren's right hand and the name just kinda stuck. But yeah, she's from up North aways, if I remember right. Up in the snow and shit.” He glanced back to Itame about wanting food, and the large man brought a hand up to his jawline, scratching along there as he considered. “Looking for a meal eh? Normally we don't feed anyone outside of the student body but I guess I can't really turn down a hungry fellow. Tell you what, our normal dish washer's out today. Some sorta weird flu bug I guess. We'll get you some food and then you can wash some dishes for us.”
He shook his head at the talk of illegal activity. “Naw. We don't do anything illegal around these parts. Kerren knows what he's doing. Everything is pretty by-the-book as far as things go. He's got a real good head on his shoulders so you don't need to worry about any of that,” Jazz spoke, waving a hand. Alex watched, quiet. If Jazz did know what little he'd found out already, then he was doing a damn good job of hiding it. Or elsewise...he really didn't know, and if that was the case, that was something that surprised him a little. “Anyway, what do you say?” Jazz finished, curious if Itame was going to be cool in washing some dishes or not.
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Post by itame on Feb 25, 2016 22:57:27 GMT
The thought of a school that the students challenged those in charge in hopes of becoming the alpha, and ruling the pack was something that sort of intrigued the warrior. He had to scratch, and crawl his way to the form he was today much like this school endorses. “Well to be honest this school isn’t something that I could possibly see myself attending. I have little to no book knowledge; I can barely write my name. I wouldn’t even be able to do that if mother had insisted on teaching me.” Itame would look on at the students who were playing cards, and smoking as if nothing was going to control them. Seeing this sort of brought a clearer picture to how the school operated. From the information he gathered he had determined that the school was something of a haven for the outcasts of society; those that were deemed unworthy of attending ordinary school. The warrior would give a subtle nod to Alex, as if showing his understanding of the situation of the school.
The philosophy that Alex spoke of was worded beautifully; being able to accomplish anything with your own strength. This was very much true with anything in life, and if often looked at as the ugly truth of society. As per the theory of natural selection the strong will survive, and thrive; whereas, the weak will perish. Globally all of the world's problems were being solved with pure strength; territories have disagreements, and they wage war. The strongest of those countries military forces will fight, and the one that is superior will take control. “Dreams are something that we must hold near, and dear to our heart. We must be willing to do whatever it takes to accomplish them. I can see your drive, and determination towards this school. You will accomplish great things my friend.”
While in the cafeteria he would hear the man named Jazar lecturing him on calling him by his preferred name Jazz. “My apologize Jazz, I wasn’t aware.” Itame would nod showing Jazz that he understood how intense the snowy north could be. “It takes a special kind of person to be able to withstand the frigid north.” Then hearing the man offering to feed him for the price of washing the dishes for the day because of a sick dishwasher. The silver haired man would smirk, “Of course I will wash your dishes for food; sounds like a fair trade for me.” The warrior would rise, and make his way to the kitchen. “I never take something without doing something first. It's kind of a motto of mine, ya know?” The warrior would make his way to a mountain of dishes, and would begin to scrub them causing bubbles to form around the molds of the metallic holders, and scrub away the grime that had built up on them. After about thirty minutes of non-stop scrubbing the warrior would walk back to the table sitting across from Alex, “Now let’s eat!”
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Post by Deleted on Feb 26, 2016 18:21:18 GMT
Jazz gave a wide grin at Itame’s words. “Hell yeah. Just head on back and they’ll show ya where to get started at,” he said, nodding back toward the kitchen area where some of the dishes were still stacked from the day’s events. As he left, he turned toward Alexander. “So whatcha think? Gonna get him to register too?” he asked, curious. The school was always on the lookout for anyone new- the more new the better, as that got the school more funding to handle other things.
“Not sure,” Alex responded evenly as he watched the man head toward the kitchen and begin going at the dishes like a man possessed. Hunger was truly a powerful motivator. “He’s not scholastic in the slightest. He didn’t learn much of any reading or writing while he was being raised in the North, or so he said,” the man spoke. “He’s got a handle on writing his name and that’s about all. He’s probably worse off than a lof of the students that were already here.”
Jazz gave a small sound then as he looked back at the door where they’d come in, the man’s brain obviously at work. “Dunno. Might be good for him to get an education. Unless he’s planning to fight for a living, which he might be, it might not be a bad idea to help him get some understanding of how things work. What was he doing when you found him?” Jazz’s gaze moved from the doorway back down to Alexander then.
“Not a whole lot. He was yelling in the middle of the sidewalk about working for food, so I brought him here. I suppose that without much of an education, he can’t really hold down much of a working job unless it’s something involving just muscle or unskilled labor,” he spoke, glancing back at the man still furiously going at those dishes. “He’s got dedication though. Maybe a tradeskill would be more up his alley.”
Jazz shrugged. “Maybe. But about the best place to learn that is right here in woodshop. Or metalshop. Or something. Some kinda shop class,” he spoke, waving a hand. “I don’t do all that so I don’t know how they’re handled. Sawdust makes me sneeze,” he said, giving a small grin. Alex just shook his head.
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After Itame finished, coming back and taking a seat, the young man gave a nod toward his ally. “Well, you’ll eat. I already did and I don’t really fancy eating too much more right now,” he spoke, his tone still just as dry and empty as it always was, despite the time spent with the rather jovial, by contrast, Jazz.
“Order up!” Jazz called from the kitchen, having gone as he saw Itame getting close to finishing up, wanting to offer him something to eat for real. A mixture of tortilla-based foods were on the plate, heavy in ground beef and other meats for protein. Fruits, vegetables, and all sorts were piled on the tray. “Eat all ya want, kid. Appreciate you getting all those done so fast. Everyone else was ready to go home, hahaha,” he said with a grin.
“So tell me,” he continued, looking at Itame now with a bit more serious expression. “What’s your plans? Alex tells me you were trying to get food from folks on the streets. Where you gonna go from here?”
Alex sighed- Jazz was going to press him to come into the school, it seemed like. Still, he turned a curious glance toward Itame as well. He wanted to know that answer too.
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Post by itame on Mar 14, 2016 2:53:03 GMT
Itame would smirk after completing the dishes that the fellow had presented before him, and would hear him speak of potentially going to school to learn a trade. “Well, I appreciate your kindness, but this school would just hinder my progress. The world has went to hell in a handbasket, and I plan to be the one to cut said basket to pieces.” Looking at the two men he would smile at the thought of being accepted by the two gentlemen. Quickly finishing off the food that had been presented before him he stood, and looked over the two gentlemen. “Alex you have done so much good for me, and you will be an eternal friend. I hate to eat, and run guys, but if you need me I am not hard to find. Just look where the shit is hitting the fan, and most likely I will be there.” The warrior would bow, and would make his way out the way he had came. Once out the door the warrior launched his body into the air flying off into the distance. The wind whipping through his hair. One thing he had learned from this experience is that there are some tough warriors; ones that don’t even know the magnitude of the power that they wield. After he was away from the school he looked back thinking about Alex. “Alex, he was a real friend. Kind of rough around the edges, but when you have to keep your guard up all the time that can happen.” A sigh would escape the warrior as he made his way out into the distance.
[ooc: Sorry for the late post brother, but making this an exit thread. Due to the slim amount of time I have to post at the moment it wouldn't be fair to you to keep you on the hook. I will just work on solo threads in my down time, but when things slack up I would like to thread with you again.]
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Post by Deleted on Mar 16, 2016 23:27:58 GMT
Jazz gave a small disappointed frown as Itame denied them from continuing here at the school. Alexander couldn't really blame the other, but it seemed that Itame'd had a far harsher life than Alexander had so far, and as such, things like school would probably just burden him, as he'd mentioned. He continued to speak on how the world had seemingly had a major problem, and the Voss boy merely closed his eyes and folded his hands behind his head as he leaned back. "Perhaps. But that does not mean that you are required to be at the center of it all," he continued, before he opened his eyes to look over to the other. Even still, it seemed Itame had no wish to continue here at the school which was unfortunate.
As Itame continued, giving his farewell, Alexander gave a nod as he stood as well, returning the bow from his friend in a simple farewell. "I'm sure I'll see you around," he spoke, watching as he departed. Alexander then turned his gaze back to Jazz, who still looked a little frustrated that they wouldn't have another new student here. He supposed that he understood- every new student meant even more money for the school that would allow them to do new and different things. "You can start your search again elsewhere. I'll keep my eyes out for anyone who might meet your standards," he spoke, looking to Jazz.
The taller male gave a small grunt. "Nah. Don't worry about it. We'll find 'em as we need 'em. He seemed like a nice guy though. Like you said, I figure we'll see him around again sometime."
Alexander gave a small nod. "I'm certain that we will," he spoke before he stood, stretching his arms above his head. "Anyway, what did you want to show me?" he asked.
"Oh right, I had you come back. C'mon, I think you'll dig this," he spoke, leading Alex onward, further into the school.
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Post by Etoru on Mar 18, 2016 15:35:16 GMT
itame congrats! You've earned 4,544 PL! 4,544 + 11,073 = 15,617 PL! @alexandervoss You've earned 6,241 PL! 6,241 + 4,565 = 10,806 PL!
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