Anatomy 101

[Matrim Aldon]

The teacher came walking down the hall. His crimson red hair trailing behind him coming down around his lower back. His clover green eyes darted as he entered his room. The main science room. He looked around as he reached his desk. No students were here yet. Good.

He proceeded to get out the lesson plan. He put papers on all the tables, double tables with two chairs side by side. The papers were of the human body. Once the papers were set on the table he headed back towards his desk.

He sat at his desk and kicked his feet up onto the desk awaiting his students. Whoever they might be. He bothered not to look at the roster sheet as some students came in when they weren't on there and some never came. He would make his own sheet later and update it soon.

He smiled. Things were going pretty good so far. He had been free for 5 months from that hell hole he had been in. Got a job as VP and science head. Found his wife again and found out he had a daughter and had dinner with them. He loved his daughter she was one of the most adorable little girl he had ever met, the only one that came close was his sister Alicia, who never made it to see the age of 9. But he still smiled. Things were looking up and he hoped they stayed that way.

[Matrim]

Matrim made his way to his next class. He was starting to give up on his search for his fathers friend. He was too busy laughing at the hair colour differences to even think to pay attention to what class he taught. All he remembered was that he was the vice.

Yeah and since when do principals, vice or not, teach. He's probably a paper pushing desk jockey. Afterall, it's been years since he saw my father. He wouldn't recognize my face as being similar to my fathers. Espicially since our eyebrows are completely different.

Matrim used his MAC to open the classroom door and walked in finding a set, setting his bag down. Then turned to see which teacher taugh this class.

"YOU!" Matrim couldn't help but point his left index finger straight out at the teacher.

"I'VE BEEN SEARCHING FOR YOU!" Matrim said, unable to control his voice for some unknown reason, "For YEARS! I've been looking for you! And where do I find you? The same damn school I'm sentenced to! WHAT are the chances of that? The very man I was NAMED after ends up being my JAILOR!"

Matrim slammed the desk, his necklace falling out of his shirt, revealing the black venetian ring. His fathers ring.

"Where in the WORLD have you been?!?!?"

[Matrim Aldon]

The silence was broken, someone opened the door. Good his first student. He looked up to see who it was, he didn't know the boy but the boy evidently knew him. "You!" he had shouted pointing at him.

Mat raised an eyebrow. Who the bloody hell was this boy? and how does he know me? He thought. He said he was named after him. Is he named Matrim Aldon too? or just Matrim? Or just Aldon? He thought. The boy slammed down his fist and out popped a black venetian ring held on a necklace. He could have told whose it was in the dark. It HAD been his when he had first gone to 253. He had given it to his first girlfriend Samara but how did this boy get it?

He met the boys gaze and stood. "Where in the name of the Creator did you get that boy?" he asked him. If he had stolen it from Samara and was the child of a friend of hers he would make them pay. The only person he knew that was friends with Samara however was Luke but he hadn't heard from Luke in years. "Well? Speak up or bloody well shut up" he said acidly.

[Matrim]

"This is all I have to remember my father. It was given to him by the first woman he ever loved to remember her by. Her name was Samara. My father's name is Luke Gallagher. And My name," Matrim said, having raised the ring up while speaking each name, "Is Matrim Gallagher."

Matrim then rose up standing straight and tall, hands at his waste to show that he was obviously in great shape, obviously a fighter. More importantly he had to ask this question with a straight face.

"So what's so great about you that my father saw fit to name me after you? He never really did tell me."

Not since.... he died of that heart disease 5 years ago.

[Matrim Aldon]

He looked at the boy. So his name was Matrim, his father had been Luke. He suspected as much. The ring had been given to him by Samara. He wondered if the boy knew the ring was originally from Mat to Samara.

He looked at the boy and stood up raising an eyebrow. "You do realize that was originally my ring right? I had given it to Samara and she gave it to Luke because she loved him. Secondly, I don't know why he named you after me, we were best friends but I honestly don't know why he would name his son after me." He said and walked in front of his desk.

He leaned against the desk and folded his arms in front of himself. He could feel his asshole side surfacing, he was his best friends son, so he would try to make this as painless as possible. He however did grin. "But I do have a theory. It may be just because...I am the Matrim. I'm just awesome like that and your dad couldn't comprehend the awesomeness that is me and decided to name you after me in tribute." he said and laughed.

He didn't really believe what he said but he liked to be funny. This may be fun to talk to someone who was close to the person he knew and hadn't seen in forever. He looked at the boy. Matrim Gallagher. "So, what happened to your father anyway?" he asked.

[Matrim]

"Well, he became a famous musician. He went on tour with his father who shortly after that died. I was raised by him when he finally settled down, he never did marry, I never knew my mother, and he never told me who she was. Said it was a story he couldn't bear telling. Eventually he got the same disease my grandfather did."

Matrim punched down on his desk, "He left everything to me, there was no cure. Before he died... he told me to find you. He said you could teach me everything I needed to know about fighting. He said you were fit to raise me."

Matrim then looked dead into his father's friends eyes. "That was about five years ago. Thing is, I couldn't find your ass. Not with all the private eye's money could buy. Of course, I didn't bother to test that theory. I figured whoever you were with had more money then me. So I spent every cent, every dime on training. I was told time and time again that I was impatient, that I was too hot headed in my training. I learned the moves, but I didn't pay too much attention to my opponent sometimes."

Matrim took a breath finally, "Then I figured out I had a Qi ability. Of course, it landed me with murder one. Some thugs I knew were mugging me, they shot their guns at me. My Qi ability seemed to work at it's best since it was life or death, and the bullets were returned to sender, all of them headshots. So while my finger prints were no where on the guns, I knew the guys, everyone knew I hated them, and I was covered in their blood and witnesses spotted me at the scene."

Matrim sat down, "And now I'm orphaned, inprisoned, and staring straight into the face of a man who knew my father better then I ever could. Yet still, I can't help but feel pissed."

[Matrim Aldon]

Mat leaned back and nodded at the boy as he told his story. At times he couldn't help but smile and laugh. However, when he found out Luke had died five years ago and the boy had been looking for him all that time he just shook his head. He waited for the boy to finish before he spoke. The boy talked about spending everything he had on training and had a Qi ability and killed some boys.

He shrugged and looked at Matrim. "Yeah, well I'm sorry about your father. He was my best friend throughout highschool, and well the past five years...I was abducted by some corporation and tortured, so if you were looking for me, I was well...Off the radar." He said looking at him.

He took a deep breath, he grinned and looked at him again. "But bloody hell boy, you sound just like me when I was your age, granted you weren't in a gang at my age and you took formal training where I was self taught but hell sounds like you've been busy." he said and laughed.

He then walked over to him and placed a hand on his shoulder. "But listen, if you've been looking for me for this long and have no one else to turn to, I'll adopt you, well, I'll try at least gotta run it through my wife first but if she is alright with it you will have a family, and even a little sister." he said seeing if the boy would approve.

[Matrim]

Matrim thought about this.

Adoption.... I could have a family.. a foster family, but still a family...

"I'd like that," Matrim finally said, "I've been on my own for so long... It's beginning to get to me...."

Matrim had began seing his father whenever he looked in the mirror. Sometimes he could swear he heard his fathers voice telling him to get up for school. Matrim used to question his sanity because of this, but he realized that it was his way of dealing with the grief.

"But yeah, talk it over with your wife, and if you decide that it's not the best fit.... that'd be fine with me too."

Secretly, Matrim was more excited about having a little sister or even a mother then being raised by Matrim. He'd never had a mother or a sibling.

[Schwarzer Blitz]

Swartz walked down the Science hallway quickly, sliding into the room, he saw only two people, one the teacher, Vice-Principal Matrim, and the Other Matrim....He was gonna get confused before the day was over, he was positive.
"Excuse me, Vice-Principal, Am I interupting your conversation?" He quiered, scratching his orange hair slightly.

OOC: I am now in Anatomy because Vice-Principal Matrim threatened me I'm asking if I interuppted

[Matrim Aldon]

Mat looked at the little one and nodded. "Yeah, most likely she will allow it, but then again I haven't seen her in 5 years so it might be a wee bit difficult there." he said with a shrug. He heard the door open and another boy came into the class. Good he now was starting to get students. As soon as he got one or two more he would have a class. At least to him it would be a class.

The boy had asked if he was inturrupting their conversation. He looked at him and shook his head. "No, just idle talk about this boys father, he used to be a friend of mine but sadly he passed and I didn't know of it." He said shrugging trying to pass it off as nothing. But really Luke had been a brother to him, and little Matrim would be basically a nephew.

He then moved to the back of the room to a tungsten reinforced steel door that could only be accessed by his MAC and Solaris. He opened the door and out came a small fog of CO₂ from the inside. He turned back to little Matrim. "Mat, get that gurnie over there and bring it to the center of the room." he said as he disappeared inside. He would have a little surprise for his class and he would enjoy every second of it.

[Matrim]

Matrim made his way inside.

Cold storage for anatomy huh..... that must make this a stiff?

Matrim pulled the gurnie out, "Guessin this is a stiff. I don't have a problem with dead bodies myself," Matrim said pulling the gurnie out.

As long as he doesn't rip it open and start searching for the prize inside...

Matrim quickly recognized the other boy. He was in his history class. He wasn't sure what he thought of that kid yet. But he went and found a seat in the 2nd row grabbing his bag from the original desk he had chosen. He didn't know why he felt the need to move, he just did.

[Reira]

Reira hummed along to one of her favorite songs on her pink iPod. It was a bad habbit on her part, taking the thing along, but she couldn't help it. Afterall, how else would she listen to her father's band. Even though they didn't make it anywhere big, it was nice to remember their short days of fame.

Hmmm hmmm hmmm....anatomy class..bleh. Whenever we have a disection, there is always a lab write up...I hate lab write ups! I hate this high tech school to. Whatever happened to the simpler things? What's with this MAC thingy? The only thing I will ever use it for will be for opening doors...I'd prefer my iPod over this thing anyday. Sighing, she trudged along the hallway to her first class at her new school.

Reira stuck out alot. With her bright pink hair, piercings, red and black stipped leggings, plaid mini skirt, converse and a black neko hoodie, and all her other various accessories, she wasn't hard to miss. Not that she wanted all the attention the people gave her when they stared. This was her, and she wasn't about to become a comformist.

Shortly after, she stood infront of a rather large looking door, and read the bold letters. ANATOMY. Shifting her Hello Kitty patterned book bag on her shoulder, she reached for her MAC device, and used it to open the door. Access granted.

Nothing special. There was only two other boys and the teacher, was no where to be seen. If they had greeted her, she didn't answer, for her music was still blaring away in her ears. There was still time before the bell rang, no need to put her iPod away yet.

Picking a window desk, she placed her bag on it and dropped herself in it. She then began to search for a new song.

Don't feel like it
Don't feel like it
Not too bad
Ah here's a good song!

[Matrim Aldon]

The teacher saw his breath float and spin around his face as he looked around for the correct body. It had been in here for a few days since the drifter had died recently. He found him in the marked black bag. He grinned and opened him up. He didn't smell bad thanks to the preservatives and the cold temperatures. He then shouldered him and walked out of the freezer.

He exited the freezer and found that mini-me had gotten the gurney. He tossed the body onto it and carted it to the front of the room making sure it wasn't open until he wanted it to be.

He looked around as he saw there was another student in the class. She had headphones in her ears and that would be alright if he couldn't clearly from 20 ft away. He looked at the girl. "You, what's your name?" he asked her in a calm tone. "First and Last."

If she didn't hear him he would just walk over and take them right out of her ears and ask her again, maybe even take the device away if it wasn't the MAC. Music was all well and good but when it destroyed your hearing it could never be good. But that decision would be made if all else failed.

[sephora]

Sephora sprinted down the hallway. She seemed to be cutting it late for all of her classes and she was hoping to break the pattern. Her black mermaid skirt ruffled slightly and she smoothed it, reaching the classroom door. The girl's white t-shirt had a green tree growing up the right half of her body. Dark green ballerina shoes complimented her calves nicely.

Pulling her MAC out of her black tote, the girl opened the door and slipped in. She spotted the teacher and slipped around him, the man was talking with a pink-haired girl and she didn't want to bother him. Looking around the room, she saw Matrim, the boy she had seemed to have a lot of classes with, as well as the german boy. She smiled to them both and slipped into a seat.

Looking to the front of the classroom, her eyes widened at the black bag laying on a gurney in the front of the room. She had seen those before, having a criminal for a father. Sephora looked away from it and pulled out a notebook.

[Reira]

Reira tapped her fingers on the desk in unison to the beat of her music, while observing the classroom. It was a pretty ordinanry classroom, a little dull, but there was nothing wrong with that. She watched as a boy with blue hair moved a gurney in the middle of the room.

Hmm looks like the specimen is going to be a big bugger...and wow alot of people are down with dieing their hair here. Right on.

Soon after the boy placed the gurney in it appropriate spot, a man walked out of the freezer. He was quite obviously the teacher. She wondered if he also died his hair to make it that vibrant red. The teacher plunked the body on the gurney, just as Reira turned off her iPod. She figured class was about to start.

Before she was able to take her skull candy head phones off, the teacher asked her for her name. Both of them. Taking off her head phones and putting it in her bag along with her iPod, she answered.

"Reira M. DeMorvick, and yours?" She asked blankly.

She absolutely wasn't going to go around for the next hour, calling him Teacher. How stupid would that be.