Orientation

[Kyoko Hikari]

Kyoko sat by herself, seated in the middle of the bus, near the window. Her body leaning against the metal inside of the bus, her head pressed against the glass, forehead gently thudding as they'd make their way along the road.

Grey eyes watched the road, the blur of the road as the bus continued on its path, the blur of the road marks passing by. Her eyes closed, listening to the gentle rumble of the bus motor, and the gentle jingle of her brace;ets as she'd situate herself for a moment.

Was she excited?

Not really.


Kyoko wasn't often excited, about anything really. And as she heard the whispered snickers of a few girl's a few seats away she'd let her eyes open.


Mmmmm.

Many often made remarks on the girls humble appearance. And it wasn't that the girl was ugly, it was rather, she just wasn'/t very extraordinary with her looks. Nothing was special about the girl, and she liked it that way.

She sat forward, glancing to the side as the school came into view. Her eyes found it admittedly, the students growing into a harmonious uproar as they neared. And when the bus would come to a halt, and the doors would swing open, the students would stand almost at once, pushing and shoving their ways to get in line and out of the bus.

But little Kyoko sat alone, watching as the students trailed off, in a line, like marching ants. She waited for a moment, till the last student was off, before she'd even gather her things. Snatching a Scetch pad, and a pencil into her arms and lifting herself from the seat. The bus driver would give a gentle wave to her, and it was she who would return this gesture with a small nod of her head before exiting the bus.

Converse fell upon the ground, one step at a time, taking a few steps away from the bus to watch the students file into the seats. she was silent however, eyes glancing from chair to chair. A pair of baggy black pants hung from her hips, and a Speed Racer shirt dangled from her shoulders. Long strands of black were hanging down her shoulders, and down the small of her back. Brushing strands from her face as she'd find a seat, letting herself rest in it.

Her eyes were down cast to the floor.

"St. Paragon's....."

A gentle whisper fell from her lips.

[Justice]

Kane was tired of everything that was happening already and it was obvious that Katsu wasn’t going to show. He stood up and nearly launched his chair back from the force he put in. suddenly Akuma split off from his body and grabbed Emma’s arm before the two left. He muttered “Not the place or the time, handle this later!” his words came out in a near hiss three more of his personalities formed around him consisting of the dark knight, Myou, and the lord. The group created a knot of defense around Kane as he walked up to the podium.

Kane opened his mouth and spoke quietly into the microphone “Welcome to St. Paragon’s Secondary School, also known as PHS 650. I hereby start the school year. But first we have this orientation to go through so I guess we should introduce the teachers. I am first up, call me Kane, or Mr. Kane if you want to be respectful. I am the principal at this school and the director of Saturday lessons. Every Saturday at 6 am you are charged with waking up and getting down to the schools main courtyard to meet me and get ready for the class. At some times you will find a note where I am usually standing, inside the note is information on where the class is for the day. Now, only students are required to show up for these lessons, I need no aid of teachers, and it is required that every student in school attend this class.”

Akuma had trotted up just after his speech had begun and took up a defensive position for Kane. Kane went to step off the stage but instead he turned and said “I have done my part, next up is Ms. Chekov, pay attention to what she says, or you may just pay for it…” he then walked off into the woods towards the school, it was a 1 and a half mile walk to the school, hope the kids didn’t pack heavy.

OOC: ok im gonna make this nice and big so everyone can read and understand THE ORIENTATION IS OUTSIDE, NEAR THE FRONT GATE OF THE SCHOOL, ONE AND A HALF MILES AWAY FROM THE SCHOOL ITSELF

[Artemis Chekov]

Leather clad legs unfolded. The combat boots made quick thunk as each hit the ground in turn, allowing Artemis to get out of her chair. It was deathly silent as she did this, all except a few whispers and snickers.

Yes let them laugh.

All they saw was crazily dressed older woman. Her broad rimmed skull hat made all the goth kids drool and the prep kids yawn. The cloak she wore hid how little clothing she was really wearing. Stocking that went to her inner thighs, a thick metal belt adorned with skulls, small black leather boy shorts, a purple leather bra with straps and buckles connecting in crisscross patterns to her shorts. And of course, black leather gloves that went to her elbows.

She looked like an undead gothic heroine from some male created vampire video game. Artemis's purple hair dripped past her shoulders, the black lipstick shone in the bright lights like tar and the scars on her body rippled as she walked to the front.

The woman was slightly intimidating.

Artemis ignored the microphone at first, choosing to look at the gaggle of teenagers. She unclipped her shotgun from her lower back and twirled it before catching it in her hands. More whispers and now some voices of awe. Other teachers didn't have guns....maybe she's just trying to scare us. Stupid woman.

Artemis zeroed in on one of the voices and without warning her finger pulled the trigger. Bolts of rubber spat out of the barrel and hit the kid full in the chest. Poor thing was in the front row and very close to where she was standing. He was completely winded and simple keeled over in pain. Screaming in pain.

It was the most precious sound.

Gasps and screams echoed along the rows of the herd of pubescent children. Now Artemis picked up the mic.


" As you can tell, I don't give a fuck about any of you."

Her low throaty laugh escaped her mouth to vibrate off the ground and penetrate the sky.

" In fact, if each and everyone of you died right now...I wouldn't give a damn. I'm here for the money...and the chance to shoot kids in the face."

Her finger squeezed again and another torrent of bullets hit the girl next to the writhing boy on the floor. " Now a few rules. One: I teach PE, you will not skip it."


" Two: You will dress down for PE."

A tiny boy raised his arm, the spikes in his hair wiggled as he stared in fear of her. Artemis nodded, allowing him to speak.

" What if we forget?"

A grin played along Artemis's face. Her dark fingernail scratched at the trigger once more. This time because the kid was farther away it not only hit him but the others around him.

" You won't."


Shouldering her gun and smiled warmly and looked at the crowd, " Rule three: I'm in charge. And sign of attitude and there won't be detention or suspension you'll simply get hurt. Very hurt."

Tipping her hat to the muttering children, she smiled and sat back down. Yawning once, she pulled out a bottle of something strong and downed it.

[kassune]

Michaella couldn't help but wince as she watched that wretched woman up on the stage, intimidating the students, even SHOOTING some of them. How she could treat people so cruelly, she had no idea. Micha sat there, holding Elayne hand as the woman went through her routine, scaring the children out of their minds. As the witch walked back to her seat though, Micha saw the opening that had been given her. Turning to Elayne, she smiled softly, gently squeezing her hand. "Its my turn to go up there, stay here and be good and I'll be back soon ok?" She whispered before gently releasing the hand.

Rising from her seat, Michaella seemed to float up and across the stage, her long dress, rather unusual for her, hid her bare feet as she glided up towards the pedistal. That same black dress that hid her feat so well, did no such thing to her figure. Sewn for her specifically, it fit her perfectly, accentuating her thin waist and luscious hips, her crimson hair falling in waves to frame her exceptionally full bosom, the sun slightly glinting off her rather pale flesh.

Coming to a stop at the Podium, she paused, allowing her gaze to sweep the room, a warm, friendly, inviting, and slightly seductive smile pursing her lips. "Good afternoon. My name is Miss Michaella Kassune... but your free to call me Micha."

That said, she leaned over the podium, her hair falling forward, her bust pressing upwards, threatening to burst out of the dress, her eyes meeting those in the audience with a fake serious... playful gaze. "And my job here" She said, a grumpy stern look on her face. "Is to teach you to have fun."

After a pause to let the laughter die down, given them time to relax as she stood back to her full, if minimal height. "I'm here to show you how to get the most out of life, to take everything it has to give you, and give everything back that you can. To be safe..." she said, glancing back towards the woman who had spoken before her teasingly, eliciting a burst of laughter from some children "in the face of poor odds."

With a slight flourish of her arms, she swept them all into her spell, the melodic sound of her voice, the gaze of her eyes, the way she formed her words and the way her body moved with her speech all flowed smoothly together into her web. "I'm not a councilor, but if you have questions, feel free to ask me. I'm no parent, but if your having trouble, I'll do what I can to help you feeeel better." She laced the words carefully, placing just the right emphasis to promise both a good time and fun to the boys and girls that would desire it, and a big sister to the girls that did not.

Turning around, she began back to her seat, then paused, and turned her head back around, her torso twisting with her, giving the students a beautiful side view. "I'll see you, in Sex Ed." As soon as those words were out of her mouth, and she was turning back towards her return path to her seat, she could hear cheers erupting from the crowd. Only time would tell how effective she had been, but with her skills, and the effort she took, it would take a miracle for many to not be hers now.

Sitting back down in her seat next to Elayne, she flashed the girl that playful, big sister grin she'd been using earlier. "If you want to know anything about what I talked about to the big kids, you should probably ask Mommy about it."

[The Doctor]

The Doctor got up, looked at some of the other staff. "Great...." He made his way to the mic, giving himself time to prepare an impromptu speech in his head.

"I'm the Doctor. And before you assume anything, I'm not an M.D. we have a nurse if you are hurt, otherwise there is only a little I can do for you medically speaking." He curled his lips into his mouth and made a funny noise letting them back out, kept his mouth slightly open but his teeth shut, breathing in through them, "OK then... I will be your history teacher, and trust me when I say I can teach you more in history then you have ever learned in any other class. I don't have many rules, I don't shoot students, and I don't seduce them." The Doctor felt as though eyes were glaring at him from behind. "However, I shall now take my seat for fear of being shot myself. Well then! I hope we have a good year!"

The doctor turned around giving a teethy nervous grin to both ms. Chekov and ms. Kassune, returned to his seat, and sat down looking back towards the students.

[Matrim Aldon]

Mat nodded knowing this wasn't the time for the fight. He looked at Emma, and gave a cool gaze. "We will settle this after orientation I promise you that alright?" he said as he walked off back to the teachers seats. He watched as the History teacher, The Doctor, evidently was his name or what he referred to himself as.

Seeing no one else going up Mat gave a sigh he might as well go up and get this over with. He walked to the podium and looked out at the students. He remembered all to well what he looked like when he had been their age.

His clover green eyes scanned the students, his crimson red hair fell to the small of his back and the side burns reached to the bottom of his ribs with sun-tails at the last bit of the strands of hairs.

"Alright kids, welcome to St. Paragon's. As you know that we have teachers here I am one of them. I am your science teacher, Matrim, under me you will learn basic science, biology, anatomy, chemistry and physics. You will follow my rules or you will not survive to see the end of the year. This is Darwinism in my class the strong survive and the weak die out." He said calmly but loud enough for them to hear quite clearly.

"However not only am I your science teacher but I am also your Vice Principal, and will be one of the main disciplinary forces here at school. Don't piss me off or any of the other staff and we will get along peachy. If not, I will shove a pipe bomb so far down your throat you will be shitting shrapnel for months." he said to them and walked off. His turn was over and he walked over to a seat in the back.

[Nurse Emma]

I glared at the man who had my arm and then Mat. This couldn't wait! Who knows when I'd see him again?

I sat back down reluctantly and then realized it was my turn to introduce myself. I took a deep breath and tried to compose myself again. I stood up and walked over to the mic, flattening out my blue dress.

"Well, I'm Emma, you school nurse. I have more than enough band-aids, and I'm not going to kiss you boo-boos and make them better, okay?" I said, adding a little witty comment at the end. "If you need anything between eight in the morning and four in the afternoon, my office is in the school. Outside of those hours, I'm in one of the staff suits. I can also serve as a counselor while you're waiting, but I'm sure my daughter will entertain you while you wait there."

I gave them all a little smile and turned and sat back down. I wasn't going to say anything about my little outburst. The students had no right to know and it would be impertinent of them to ask.

Thanking Micha quietly, I sat Elayne on my lap and hugged her tightly. I held back the tears and just sat for the rest of orientation. I was planning exactly what to say to Mat when I got him alone. I was so mad and sad, it was unbelievable. This job would certainly be interesting.

[Solaris Awren (Chronos)]

The principal, the vice, the nurse, the...PE teacher. Even The Doctor. All of these combined could have been some kind of superhero tag team if you looked at them close enough. But alas, they were all teachers and administrators, go figure. For this moment alone, Solaris had his white hair drawn and spiked back, wearing what could be considered something formal by all standards...contrary to the normal coat and baggy, but rather nice looking pants. Coding was awesome, he could change in less than a second.

Finally, the microphone would bear his own voice. What a pain...couldn't he just skip this part? He could easily talk in front of crowds, but his personality simply said no to it. He shook his head once, and drew out a sigh, indicating his dislike and discomfort for this sort of occasion.

Like Artemis, several kids would laugh at his look, his orange eyes, his hair, his clothes. Alright. That was fair, he did look a little funny, and the kids had done nothing to truly piss him off...yet. He reached the mic and looked at it once, furling a lip, and then waved a hand through it once, looking at the other administrators with distaste. No solid form here, lovely.

Solaris instead to remedy the situation, formed his own mic in his hand, and walked slightly to the left. And finally, after the kids had gotten over their laughter, he spoke, to them first. "As you might be able to notice, I'm a bit more subtle than Ms. Chekov, and..." He hesitated to say this. "...a little nicer, for lack of the better word. However, that doesn't mean I won't do my job." At this point, he addressed the general audience, making sure to be heard. "Hello everyone, my name is Solaris Awren, and I'm the schools Artificial Intelligence program." There was a low roar moving in a wave through the crowd, finally dying down. "All I have to say is, please don't try anything stupid, you're either going to love or hate me, based on your own actions. If I have a reason to like you, great, if not...at least try not to wind up in the tower on a bad note."

"Anyway, enough about me. I'm not only the schools security system, but I'm also the Advanced Calculus Teacher here at St. Paragon; I won't lie, the course is difficult, rigorious, and optional, but I hope that you will register anyway. As for that...along to one more thing."

He pulled out a scale model of a MAC. "Make sure you carry these on you at all times. Every student either has or will get one. Also, dorms will be posted later today...take care everyone."

He ended abruptly and phased back to his place beside Kane. This would prove to be an interesting year at the least.

[Alex]

"Yeah you got it down. Didn't hear anything about your sister though. I really sought you out because if you are a decent fighter like the rumors flying around are saying, I'm interested in a little test of skill when we get the time. I've been a bit bored for a while and you seem like the right person to help fix that."

" Well, I hope to help cure your boredom, because I wouldn't mind testing my skills." Alex replied, as he continued to look straight at the stage, watching as one by one, each member of the staff came to the microphone, starting with his father, who was clearly annoyed. After his introduction was Ms.Chekov, the PE teacher, who started by shooting some of the students, which clearly amused her to no end. Alex could only watch as one kid asked a question, only to get his answer and get shot, hitting some of the other students nearby.

Then came Ms. Kassune, the Sex Ed teacher. Clearly some of the guys would be having good dreams tonight. Then came The Doctor, the history teacher, who gave his introduction fairly quickly, after was Mr. Aldon, the science teacher and vice principal, then came the nurse, not much to say about that, and then came the most intriguing teacher of all, Mr. Awren, the school's AI program, and the Advanced Calculus teacher.

Alex leaned back, those were probably all the introductions. After orientation was over, he'd go off and probably find Kyoko, she had been on a different bus than him, and most likely, she was bored, bored out of her mind.

[luyu]

Luyu was late, that's all she could register right now. The woman was rarely flustered, but her flight the night before had been canceled and then her taxi had taken forever. She smoothed her tan suit, walking delicately in her heels. Stepping out of the woods, she made it just in time to see the Principal step off of the podium and into the woods. There was something vaguely familiar about his departing figure, but she could hardly see him and decided she would think about it later. After all, she was a teacher at this school now, and didn't teachers work hand in hand with the principal?

Once the podium was empty, a few very interesting characters made their way onto it, offering a few quips about who they were and what they expected. One of the women seemed quite frightening, and another as if she were about to tear off her clothing right there in front of the students. Luyu smiled to herself, these were her colleagues. One there was no longer a teacher up there, she decided to go on up. Her red stilletos clicked on the wooden steps as she made her way towards the microphone, she once more smoothed her black suit skirt and straightened her jacket. Wide, slanted eyes and a strong nose marked her as Native American, and she saw no familiar faces in the sea of students. This was Japan, after all.

Her soft and commanding voice rang out from the speakers. "Good day, students, I am Dr. Kodiak, or Ms. Kodiak if you'd rather," she enjoyed saying the Doctor part, for it had been under a year that she had had her PhD,"Your Orchestra and Choir instructor. I hope to see you in my classroom with open ears." That was all she really had to say, so she turned and walked off of the platform, the pleats on the back of her suit skirt adding to her hour-glass figure.

Luyu smiled at a few of her new fellow teachers and found herself a seat.

[Schwarzer Blitz]

Schwarzer sat in the very back of the rows of chairs, as far from the stage as he could, watching the teachers come up and speak. He muttered to himself when the P.E. Teacher stood up to talk, a prayer, or such, it was simply somethign he said. He did not like her, he could tell in one look, as she shot a student in the front row, but he would not speak, to speak thoughts would be the same as to anger the school, and to anger the school you go to would be to sign a warrant of death.

"Sogar hat das schwärzeste Herz Liebe des Gottes." The next teachers came up, and he watched them the same as he did all of them. He mentally made a list of those to avoid, but with each one he spoke a differant phrase.

"Eine Blume der Dornen oder der Schlangen." He spoke to himself about Miss Michaella Kassune. She would not be a danger to him, but surely not someone to anger, but most teachers where not.

"Ein Doktor wer nicht ist, dann was ist er?" He spoke to himself of the Doctor. A person who was not a Doctor, though he said his name was. A history teacher that would be interesting, he would find it fun.

"Streng, aber, nicht ein zum Zorn, aber nicht eins zur Furcht verstehend" He said of the Vice-Principal. The Principal's Assistant, not one to trifle, but arguements, whatever they were about, he could not, nor would not, hear, had a place in a file of this man.

"Ein Childish Erwachsener oder einfach eine Fassade." Was what he said about Nurse Emma. A women who brings a child to a School of those who have no where else to go, she is intersting, but, she is the argument of the Vice-principal.

"Ein Programm, das einem Menschen stehen kann und ein Lehrer von Mathe, wirklich diese Schule ist viel eines Puzzlespiels, aber ich mag Puzzlespiele" He said, smiling to himself. If a School was a puzzle, he had just found the lord of all puzzles. What type of school had the technology to bring a computer program to life?

"Ein Musiklehrer, spät, aber mit Grund? Hört sie den Wind, oder hört sie nichts?" He said to himself, looking at the Music teacher. A person who said to open your ears to music, not eyes, a person that would be interesting, someone not to worry about, but to be wary, as to be wary of all.
All were puzzles to solve, all were books to read, as were the students.

"Die, die stehen, sind dann die, die sitzen, grössere Puzzlespiele sollen zuerst gelöst werden." He spoke to himself once more.

"Ein Mann, der viel erwartet, ließ mich hoffen, ihn einmal wöchentlich zu sehen nicht häufig dann." He finished, making a basis on the Principal of the school. He smiled, fingering the chain at his side, an interesting place to be, he might actually have to thank his mother. He laughed, yes, thank her for hating him.

OOC: Mostly examined the teachers and students, made no direct commments and sat by myself.

[Ms. L]

Sam headed up the stage late for once in her life. She offered no excuse though her face was a pale white.

A small speech came into her head as she wasn't one for words. Not to people anyway. Still she walked up to the mic and stared out at the students.

"My name is Ms. L and I teach English. I say this only once so pay close attention. You will be silent in whatever class I am teaching. That is all."

Sam moved quickly and quietly to her seat with out another word. The sooner this was over the sooner she could get back to bed.

[Matrim]

Matrim was deadly afraid of the Checkov woman.... she was scary. Yet somehow, that made her all the more attractive to Matrim. He was easily smitten with girls for the most part, and if they were dangerous, or in fact were girls (that was all he needed) he was definitely going to form some sort of childlike crush on them. This was not true, however, for the next girl.

Micha.... my father warned me about her.... stay the hell away from her. Who needs sex ed these days, I got sex ed back in elementary school, not to mention my father taught me everything about the topic that I really need to know. So what if I blank on a few area's, he said to stay away from her, and that's what I'm going to do.

Matrim nearly passed out when he saw who his father had named him after. He wasn't necessarily proud or disapointed, just had to cover his mouth from laughing at the fact he had red hair.

HOW THE HELL DOES HE HAVE RED HAIR AND I HAVE BLUE HAIR?!?!? POLAR OPPOSITES! Well, I'll try to get a hold of him later... I'm sure it won't be too hard to find him.

Matrim coughed and got back into his seat, paying attention to the other teachers. He made note of one last thing.

Silence is golden.... got it!

[sciezka]

" Oh no Oh no Oh no Im late again!!" Sciezka said franticly as she skidded of her room and into the hall, a toothbrush sticking out of her mouth. As she sprinted down the hall a thought struck her and she stoped in her tracks. " why am I running?" she asked herself, putting her thumbs and forefingers she formed a triangle the she closed her eyes and vanished. a few minutes later she reappeared, about 10 feet in the air above the stage. "crap! not again" she crashed down on her butt with a loud THUD. " ow, " she whined getting up rubbing her sore butt," that hurt a lot, were did I land?" after looking around for a second she realized that she was right were she had intended to be. " Yes I landed were I was meant to for once!" overjoyed at her rare success she had completely forgoting about her audience, who were still chuckling & muttering about this clueless teacher who had fallen out of the sky. "oh, my hello there everyone" she said once finally noticed her onlookers. "My name is-" sciezka stated as she walked up to the microphone to only trip on her untied shoes and crashed face first into the podium. "ow , my head!" after taking a moment to regain herself she stood & looked out upon the crowd of freshmen, "hello everybody, um, my name is Sciezka Sciezka and I am the art teacher. um, I guess you could say I'm pretty easy going, and I don't have any rules, oh wait never mind I do have one rule, Don't fool around in my class, if you do" then holding her hand like a gun and pretending to fire it she continued"It'll be the death penalty" and with that said she walked over and flopped into her seat.

[Kyoko Hikari]

Kyoko wasn't impressed by the students who sat around her, a few glares tossed in her way as a pair of girls would walk by her. Kyoko sat still, not even looking up at the two girls who would glare in her direction. she sat, alone, as always, strands of black hair falling in her face.

she leaned forward in her seat, her sketch book held in her hand, her pencil gently falling against the paper, scratching at it almost as she'd begin to outline the drawing. Only glancing up once and a while to eye the teachers.

So far, she wasn't impressed by the teachers. She knew her father could have done better, and she was curious as to know why he hadn't. Looking over her drawing, letting the pencil scrape again the pad, only to jump in her seat at the sudden sound shots fired, or one...or two..or... she sat up quickly. Eyes widening on the teacher, crouching down in her seat almost, as a few of the other students would.


"Are you fucking serious?"

A soft whisper.

Here was a teacher, just off and blazing her guns.
Busting a few caps in the ass's of a few hopeless children.


Kyoko was highly outraged, but she'd keep to herself.