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Post by brainsqugee on Nov 10, 2005 17:57:50 GMT -8
"DANG YOU!!!" Kris roared at Karamil. He swore to himself that he would avenge the deaths that were caused today. Kris fell over to his knees, in rage he punched Michael, not in a hateful way, but merely out of frustration, he doubted that his punches would harm Michael anyway. "I'll kill him... I swear..." Kris whispered to himself as tears escaped his eyes once again.
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Post by Zeffa! on Nov 10, 2005 18:07:05 GMT -8
Garret rose from his slumber, hearing the teacher give a sigh of relief and loudly hanging up the phone. He rose from her seat, giving an announcement to the class. "Apparantly the shooter has been caught, and security is dealing with him now. We are not to leave the rooms yet, but the head of security just informed us that we have no more need to worry," he said calmly, trying to help the class.
"Not to worry... I'm sure that'll do loads to help the students that got shot, or their family for that matter," thought Garret, though he remained silent in the corner, waiting.
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Post by deliverance on Nov 10, 2005 22:10:53 GMT -8
Michael disregarded the blow, as physical pain didn't seem to effect him any more. Looking down at Kris as he fell to his knees, he shook his head and narrowed his eyes. "If you swear revenge, then you are no better then he is. He has family and loved ones too, or at least someone who cares about him," Michael crossed his arms across his chest and continued to look downwards, "Leave him alone. He will pay for his crime, but you are not judge, jury, nor executioner, and don't try to play those roles. For now, tend to your own emotions." Taking his eyes off of Kris, he gazed over at Annie, and kept the emotionless expression clear upon his face. Closing his eyes and sighing, he put his headphones back on, blasted the volume so that the sound of metal smashing on metal could be heard through out the hallway, and he made his way to go and grab his things. He was going home for the day. No one would argue. Not many cared for his presence, and that is the way he liked it.
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Post by Dark Beauty on Nov 12, 2005 14:55:08 GMT -8
Annie stood tall and glared at the boy as the security guards dragged him past her. She could sense that he feared her. He knew what he had done to her. He knew he was going to pay for it dearly.
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Post by 7john7 on Nov 12, 2005 16:36:56 GMT -8
A young man walked slowly through the hallways of the school, he knew some one had died today. Tapping his cane along the floor making his way, today was a day that he did not regret being blind. Thus he was spared the sight of the gorey scene, but he had to bear the sounds of misery and suffering all around him. The speechless cries, the threatening of vengeance and cursing of those afraid to show their insecurity and hurt feelings, and the confusion everywhere. It was too much for him to bear. Benjamen was his name. He stopped walking in the hallway and then leaned his head against a locker and tears came down his face.
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Post by brainsqugee on Nov 20, 2005 13:08:38 GMT -8
Kris felt the wound on his shoulder, realizing just how close he got to dying. It frightened him, but he saw the light. He knew what death felt like, it was'nt so bad. This thought brought a small dose of comfort to him, when all those that died on this day, died quickly.
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Post by Zeffa! on Nov 20, 2005 17:39:49 GMT -8
Finally the security guards had removed karamil from the school, while a clean-up crew and police began clearing the crime scene. They wanted as few people to see the incident as possible.
Garret paced back and forth, more bored than anything. "How long has it been..?" he asked no one in particular. "two and a half hours." replied a student passivly, looking up at the clock. Everyone seemed weary now, whether they had been worried before or not.
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Post by brainsqugee on Nov 20, 2005 20:47:56 GMT -8
Kris got off his knees, and walked to the nearest security officer and asked, "where will he be?" Kris needed to know where he could find Karamil. And not for a safe feeling either, he wanted-no, needed revenge.
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Post by Zeffa! on Nov 21, 2005 0:50:07 GMT -8
*The officer frowned at the teen, suspecting full well what his intentions were. It was not uncommon if there was a witness who knew the victim...* "He'll be in our hands kid, I suggest you forget about him and worry more about your friends, I'm sure their parents would appreciate your testimony... The assailant will get what the judge sees fit. Now go on."
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Post by brainsqugee on Nov 21, 2005 6:32:19 GMT -8
Kris laughed to himself, this man would not stop him. He would simply find out a different way. Wait until he gets persecuted and sentenced...then he would make his move.
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Post by Dark Beauty on Nov 21, 2005 11:05:39 GMT -8
[glow=red,2,300]Due to the fact that there are things that others wish to do in a school setting, we will now have a timewarp!![/glow]
It had been three months. Life went on. The trial had not been messy... the boy was taken care of. Nothing more had to be done.
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Post by Zeffa! on Nov 21, 2005 11:57:45 GMT -8
As the final bell rung, garret sighed and picked up his backpack. He was wearing the same clothes he practicaly wore every day, ripped jeans, red flannel jacket over a yellow shirt, logo-less baseball cap. He slung the bag onto his shoulder, the other hand delved into his pocket as he headed out the door, intot he sea of other students. Before heading to detention he had to mess with some stuff in his locker.
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Post by brainsqugee on Nov 21, 2005 15:21:52 GMT -8
Kris had straight black hair now, he dyed it earlier that week. He picked up his bag and walked out of his classroom, hoping to see someone he knew.
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Post by 7john7 on Nov 28, 2005 16:25:39 GMT -8
Not much had changed for Benjamen in the last three months, although he got a new pair of shades that looked pretty cool. The bell rang, he got up left his class tapping his cane on the ground, making his way through the hallway. "Just another day in paradise." He said to himself.
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Post by deliverance on Nov 28, 2005 22:28:16 GMT -8
Michael had remained the same; unchanged. Time had done nothing in his favor. He still always wore black, with the same two necklaces, and the only thing that really changed is that his pants now had several chains hanging, making his steps 'jingle.' Some people found the jingle entertaining. He didn't. It was something he decided to do one day. Why? That was the randomness that was Michael.
Upon exiting his last class, he pulled out a pink note from a teacher that he did not care for. In all of his classes, he slept, was tardy and didn't ever pay attention. Though for all of the things he didn't do, he still passed the classes with good grades. His teachers could not complain, though one did; his Japanese teacher. She was a stickler for people being on time. What he held in his hand was a pink slip, from his Japanese teacher, telling him that he had to go to detention. Shaking his head in annoyance, he crumbled up the paper and tossed it into the trash can.
Now Michael had just found a wall to lean against, in an empty corner of the school; the science wing. Leaning against the wall, he crossed his arms across his chest, blasted his cd player playing Industrial music as he bobbed his head to the beat, and stared out at the sky and trees before him. He enjoyed just watching the scenery. His imagination could take him places that human words could never described. Some people had to take drugs to reach this state, but he found a high all of his own, just by simply finding the beauty of the world. Not beauty of humans, but nature untouched by human hands.
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