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Let the fun begin; Sylo's first day...
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Sylo had never been one for class, he thought it was too much work. He had much rather spend his time exploring the town. Today was a rare day however. He had actually decided to come to school, but not for learning purposes. He came to explore the school, especially the parts that students didn't normally go. He stopped off at the office to get his schedule, seeing as this was technically his first day, then proceeded outside after stuffing the paper into his pocket. He took out his MP3 player and stuck the buds in his ears, he would need music for what he was going to do. He scrolled threw the list and selected a song called Idols and Anchors . Bobbing his head a bit with the beat of the song, he walked away from the building with his hands in his pockets. Stopping just as the lead guitar started, he waited a few seconds before turning and running full tilt at the building. To most, this would be a rather strange thing to do, but not for Sylo. He didn't slow down as he got closer, no, if anything he seemed to go faster. Just as it looked like he was going to run smack into the wall, his foot connected with it and he pushed off to the left. To the left was an out cropping of wall that was perpendicular to the wall he had just pushed off of. His foot connected with that wall and he pushed off yet again. This time he went right and up, toward a ledge and grabbed it. Hauling himself up and onto it he sat down on the edge to look at how far up he had come and to catch his breath. He had managed to get between 15 and 20 feet into the air and onto a ledge that was normally inaccessible. He wasn't sure if anyone was watching or had been watching, and truthfully he didn't care. He was too busy examining the wall behind him and to his right, looking for foot and hand holds to care about any spectators.

As he did, he took out one of the many knives he held hidden in his coat and began playing with it, flipping it this way and that, narrowly missing cutting himself. He seemed to making mental calculations of a sort. At times he would shake his head as if he could see himself falling if he went that way. At other times he would nod as if that way were acceptable, but continue searching for a better way. To most, it was a wall, plain and simple, but to Sylo, it was like looking at a map and trying to decide which way is fastest while maintaining safety. It was a challenge, and much more fun than being stuck in class. The challenge wasn't in getting up, but figuring out a way to get up and then back down without falling. Sylo sat there on the ledge looking at the wall for several minuets, oblivious to everything but the wall and his music.
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High up on the Shibusen rooftops Bo was cleaning. It was daytime, and more importantly class time, but the teen had recently decided that the bird poo could wait no longer. He had been cleaning since the night before, but as the slowly laughing sun shone down on Bo's smooth dark skin, the teenage meister couldn't help but sweat buckets in the horrid heat. The desert was not too much different from Bo's original home, but even if he had lived in the snow previously, after spending two years at Shibusen he would have come to accept the climate. Some people at school even seemed to take this one step further, wearing heavy winter clothes rather than light airy clothes that at least allowed a breeze to sweep the sweat from their bodies.

With a sigh Bo removed his short sleeved training jacket and tucked it into his bandoleer, exposing his well toned torso, and allowing it to be caressed by a gentle, almost non-existent breeze. Here and there on the rooftop loafed a few students who regularly ditched class. Like Bo they enjoyed sitting on the rooftop, but somehow they never seemed to see one another – each person thinking themselves alone in all the world. Bo had never understood this phenomenon, but he did know that running over the rooftops of Shibusen and Death city (which was slightly beyond the school and far below) was the best feeling one could have. Compared to walking like a regular pedestrian it was like flying.

From below there was a light grunt and a scraping noise. Looking down at a difficult to reach ledge, he noticed another boy had climbed onto the school roof. For a second or two Bo considered this. He hadn't yet cleaned that particular ledge of bird poop, and it -was- a pain to get onto it.

“Hey you! Catch!”

Bo threw a scrubbing brush at the student who was playing with a knife, confident that any student of Shibusen should be able to catch a flying brush, even while perched high in the air on a narrow ledge.

“Could you do some cleaning while you are up there?”
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Sylo had just started to stand up when something told him to look up. It was lucky that he had too, if he hadn't the brush would have smacked him on the head. He caught it with one hand, his knife hand never missing a beat. He looked at the brush for a moment before it clicked that it had fallen from the sky. Looking up for what ever had thrown the brush at him, he saw someone he hadn't noticed before. He took out an ear phone so he could hear him. The stranger's request struck him as odd. The guy didn't even know Sylo and yet he was asking him to work? What sense did that make? He wouldn't even work for people he knew, much less complete strangers. Although the fact that he had been asked made his curious as to why the ledge would need it, which is when he noticed the bird poo he had sat in. Normally this wouldn't be so bad, if the poo hadn't been fresh and if Sylo hadn't been wearing black pants. He now had a nice white splotch on the seat of his pants that would likely stain. With an audible groan of irritation and disgust Sylo tossed the brush onto the ledge and tucked his knife away. Turning to the wall to his right, he ran into and up it and grabbed a hard to see hand hold where the wall had been chipped. Once here he began climbing up, and occasionally leaping up to, similar cracks in the building. After a few minuets of this, he ran out of hand holds. He had planned for this though. He looked behind him and saw the bottom of the ledge that the guy with the brush was standing on. Lucky for him, the bottom of the ledge had a grabable lip. Bunching up his legs under him, he pushed off from the wall, spun in mid air, and grabbed the bottom of the ledge. Below him was nothing but air and a long fall to hard ground, his legs were dangling. Using nothing but arm strength he pulled himself up and onto the ledge where the teen that had thrown the brush at him was standing. After a few seconds to catch his breath, he spoke to the boy. " Whats the big idea?! Throwin' a brush at me like that. What if I hadn'ta seen it and it made me fall off the ledge?" He asked, sounding more irritated than he was. Actually, he was perfectly fine. He was just doing this to mess with the kid a bit.
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Bo watched as the other student discarded his precious cleaning equipment and slowly worked his way up the building. Soon enough Bo was confronted with an irritated teenager. The stranger's brown eyes locked onto Bo's green ones as the teen purposefully invaded Bo's personal space. The breeze gently ruffled the boy's black hair, and his black on black with black clothes radiated the heat of the day, so much so that Bo could feel it from where he stood, a foot away.

" Whats the big idea?! Throwin' a brush at me like that. What if I hadn'ta seen it and it made me fall off the ledge?"

The teen raged in the meister's face. Bo was now a good six foot tall or so (after a growth spurt or two that had made the last few months awkward and painful both), and as such he had a height advantage over the black haired boy that he was entirely unused to. Scratching his choppy blonde hair thoughtfully, Bo slowly looked down at the ledge the boy had been sitting on, then back to the boy, who he gave 'the Eiffel Tower Look' scanning the teen rom tetips of his shoes to the top of his head, before shrugging carelessly,

“You wouldn't have died from it. Then next time you might have been more alert. Luckily you did catch the brush. Sadly you didn't put it to use.”

Most of the people at Shibusen had a very aggressive personality, to put things lightly, and then the next most common intelligent beings that Bo interacted with were kishin-eggs, who were even less pleasant. He was not at all affronted by being told off.

Grinning in Sylo's face Bo extended a hand for the other teen to shake. In a way it was to push the boy away from him and regain some personal space, but in another way it was also because he wanted to make a good second-ish impression.

“I'm Bo by the way, a meister, and you must be new to Shibusen, 'cause here, copping a brush to the head is going to be the least of your troubles.”

Usually new people had a badge to wear that stated whether they were weapon or meister, but the badge was incredibly dorkish and most students removed it as soon as humanly possible (and sometimes sooner even than that). This teen seemed to be no exception.

"So are you a weapon here or a meister? "
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Sylo's eye twitched a bit when he realized that the guy he was talking to was at least a head or so taller than he was. Not only that, but the way he was looking at him made him feel even smaller. He wasn't sure if he was doing it on purpose to try and intimidate Sylo or wit this was just how he normally looked. What ever the case, Sylo didn't like it too much.

He didn't reply to his comment about him falling or catching the brush because, unfortunately, he was right. Sylo wouldn't have died from a fall like that. Been hurt, maybe, but not died. And the bit about the brush, there was no way in hell he was going to 'put it to use' unless he was being paid. He kept these thoughts to himself though. When the larger boy stuck his hand out for Sylo to shake, he backed up a step, a little confused. Most of the time people buggered or wanted to fight him off when he did that, smart of at them that is. This guy was different though, he just smiled like he hadn't said anything and wanted a hand shake. Since he wasn't actually mad, he sighed a bit and shook his hand. "Nice ta' meet cha' Bo. I'm Sylo, or Sy. Also a meister." He managed to grin a bit as he let his hand fall out of the shake. "And before you ask, no, I don't have a partner." He said, a hint of disappointment edging his tone. But it was gone with the next little gust of wind that decided to grace them with it's presence.

A slightly awkward silence began to creep over the area. Sylo liked the quiet, as long as it wasn't awkward. He decided to stab it, with words of course. "So why are you up here anyways? I thought people skipped class to have fun, not do chores." He said, running his hand threw his hair to fix where the small gust had messed it up.
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"So why are you up here anyways? I thought people skipped class to have fun, not do chores."

Bo's smile decreased by a tooth or two, as the meister was slightly confused by Sy's comment, after all, wasn't cleaning synonymous with fun?

"Well I like things to be clean I suppose. You've already encountered the bird lime, I notice. "

Bo gestured towards the seat of Sy's pants, as the teen was not at all shy about pointing out the incongruous white patch. Bo was well aware that people weren't fond of having certain areas on their bodies cleaned by strangers (this was an observation born from experience) and sometimes reacted quite violently at such violations. Instead Bo pulled out a cloth, dampening it with some water and offered it to Sy.

"You can use this to clean it off if you like, but I think you'll understand when I say I prefer the places where I spend time to be clean. That includes this rooftop. "

In truth it included a lot more than the rooftop. It included almost the entirety of Shibusen, the school library, the rooftops Bo regularly passed over on his trips about town, his own share-house attic room, the rest of the share-house, and his partner's apartment (much to the chagrin of his partner who was not, by nature, a tidy person). He also tended to perform his own peculiar brand of janitorial work late at night that he called a 'public service' but that the authorities of Death City would probably term 'break and entry' (if they ever caught him).

"Besides, " grinned Bo, "I don't think sitting around doing nothing is all that exciting – if I want to do that I'll go to class. As for partners... "

Bo paused, considering the troubles he'd had in the past with partners, and the difficulty involved with finding partners that were on a good wavelength with him,

"They're not all they are cracked up to be. Everyone is always in a hurry to get one. You should enjoy being a free man while you can! BOOB! "

Bo had clapped Sy heartily on the shoulder, but he quickly realised they were both in danger. Like an avenging ghost rising from the grave, Sir Lance Flaire rose from a nearby ledge. The eccentric elderly teacher was attempting to be subtle, and had Bo been busy cleaning he might never have noticed the signature gleams of light that bounced from Lance's impossibly shiny armour. He had also somehow managed to get his horse up onto the roof and it was looking extremely irate. More importantly, however, after asking for Lance to train him in the ways of fighting, Bo had been constantly hounded by the insane older man, who often chose the moment Bo would least suspect him for a surprise attack. Bo was sure Lance had better things to do, and indeed the attacks had gone down to one or two a week, but having the teacher so close made Bo skittish and eager to be away.

Bo dived behind an ornamental piece of architecture at the speed of fright, hoping that if he just hid, that Lance would give up and go away.

"So – this is totally normal, okay? "

Whispered Bo anxiously. He tried to act nonchalantly while crouching in the shade of the building, but when he heard the scrabble of horse hooves on the rooftop somewhere slightly above him the teen was anxious to flee.

"Remember when I said there were worse things than a brush? Well that's one of them. "

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Sy shrugged upon hearing Bo's response. Although cleaning wasn't something he enjoyed, to each their own. At the mention of the bird poo, Sy turned and looked at it to better inspect the damages to his pants. It wasn't that bad, at least not as much as he had originally thought. He accepted the rag from Bo with a brief thanks and wiped the seat of his pants off. When Bo mentioned that he liked the places he spent time to be clean, Sy nodded a bit. It wasn't that he was a messy person perse, it was that he didn't think cleaning was fun or enjoyable in any way, shape or form. But he did like to keep the obvious things clean: his body, his cloths, and where ever he chose to sleep that night. Those three things were the extent of his cleaning.

When Bo clapped him on the shoulder his grin faltered a bit. Wait, he had been grinning? He hadn't even noticed it. It only fell a bit though, and only because he hadn't been expecting it.

Before Sy could say anything about partners and how he wasn't exactly looking for one, he felt someone else there. Call it a 6th sense that his up bringing had given him. He looked around the rooftop and saw a man trying to be sneaky and get onto the roof...with a horse? That was new. The man's shiny armor hurt Sy's eyes when the sun glinted off of it. Sy looked over at his new acquaintance, as that's what Bo was now to him; not a friend but not a stranger either, and saw that he was no longer there but hiding in the shadow of a building. He figured if Bo was hiding it would be a good idea for him to follow suit.

He looked around for various hiding spots, spending half a second on each one before discarding it. Realizing that Bo was in the best hiding spot here, Sy took the next best one. With a little hop backwards he fell off the ledge, catching himself before he fell. Holding onto the ledge and planting his feet on the lip below him, he edged to his right. This would being him into the shadow of the building, making it harder for him to be seen while allowing him to see if he pulled himself up slightly, which he did so he could watch the strange man.
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“TALLY-HOOOO, FISH AND VINEGAR ME LAD!”

Bo winced, scrunching his eyes shut in horror as the sounds of Lance's insanity drew closer. The horse was definitely having a hard time clambering about on the rooftops, but Lance simply refused to get off the unfortunate beast. Luckily Sy seemed to have taken a cue from Bo and found himself a hiding spot.

“Gotcha!”

said Lance, absurdly proud of himself. Bo gasped, that is until he realised Lance wasn't talking about him. Instead, the geriatric knight had managed to find a frisbee that had been lodged in a crevice up high.

“I thought you and I would never be reunited! How cruel of fate to have separated us - I shall never let you go again my flat plastic love! woops!

There was a heavy CLANG as Lance fell off his horse (much to the animal's delight), and a number of broken tiles, along with a frisbee fell past Bo's hiding place. With a long string of muttered curses Lance charged after it, diving dangerously close to the edge, and snatching up the plastic disk just as it launched itself into the air, and had been about to plummet back to earth. Lying on his stomach, Lance's head poked out over the edge of the roof, and he found himself face to face with Sy.

“Hello.”

Lance's pale eyes kept contact with Sy's brown ones,

“how long is a banana in Autumn?”

the teacher's voice was full of unveiled suspicion, as he kept a careful eye on the strange dangling student. Without warning and cutting off any reply Sy might have tried to give, Lance's right hand began to attack him, viciously pulling the aged meister up by his nostrils before punching him in the face several times.

“A surprise attack eh?!”

Chortled the old man somewhat erratically, shaking his head to clear his thoughts. Suddenly, mid battle, he spied Bo, who was still hoping he would remain unnoticed.

“YOU! … CHHARRRRRGE!”

With a startled yelp Bo flung himself off the edge of the roof to escape Lance. It wasn't the smartest move, but it was a move born of desperation, and the strong belief that if he stayed he would be in for a much worse beating than if he fell on his face from even the highest point of Shibusen. Luckily, Bo did not fall completely to the ground. Instead he managed to land on a narrow balcony some distance below, rolling to absorb the impact.
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Sy watched as the man grew closer to Bo and called out with a strange battle cry. He could see why Bo didn't like him all that much. Letting go with one hand he took a knife out of his jacket in case he would have to distract the man to let Bo get away. Just as he prepared to throw the sharp object, Sy realized that Lance was just picking up a frisbee in a high ledge. Sy eye twitched a bit at the sight of the man hugging the round piece of plastic. He slowly put his knife back into his jacket and continued watching the man.

Once it was away he wondered if he had made the right choice because the man began to attack himself. It was one of the strangest things Sy had ever seen. As he watched, the man suddenly stopped and saw Bo. Sy jumped up over the ledge as soon as he saw this, but he and Bo moved at the same time, Bo off the ledge and Sy over it. It took Sy a moment to realize that he was now the one in danger. He took a few slow steps backwards and jumped back down onto the ledge, keeping his head down this time, and began to edge around to where Bo had fallen.

He made it around to him is a few seconds and was relieved to see that Bo had fallen onto a narrow ledge rather than the ground. He positioned himself over the ledge and let go, bending his knees like shock absorbers, and landed near Bo with a small thud. He looked over at him questioningly. 'Who the heck was that?" He asked, assuming they were safe on the ledge and away from the lunatic.
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“What did you call it... bunking off? Well that's one of the teachers – bunking off... although come to think of it I have never seen him teach his own classes. Sometimes he teaches other peoples classes though. It's best to avoid Lance.”

Bo threw a cautious glance upwards to see if Lance was following but a confused melody floated over the roof and clawed at the ears of those who listened to it long enough. It indicated Lance was singing rather than pursuing battle, and that the strange and eccentric teacher had probably forgotten about his frisbee altogether. Bo sighed heavily, realising that at least for the moment cleaning was going to have to be put on hold. His brush was on a precarious ledge, and Lance was clogging up the area that needed attention the most, making it difficult and dangerous to clean there. Suppressing a yawn, the tired teen got to his feet and looked out over Shibusen. So much to clean, and so little time.

“Well it was nice to meet you. I hope that you enjoy yourself at Shibusen, but I really do recommend attending the classes – well some of the classes – wellll... any class that is taken by Alexander. Never a dull moment.”

Nodding courteously to Sy, Bo vaulted over the edge of the balcony, twisting his hips to turn his body around, he fell for a short period facing the building until he reached a ledge lower down. Arresting his fall skilfully and hanging for a moment crouched against the wall he released his grip and spun to meet the ground with a soft landing, and began to walk towards the library, where he hoped to meet up with his partner, or just to catch a bit of shut eye while Lance raged on the rooftop.
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