RPG: The Past Returns Started By: Sailor Thundercrash 9/23/00 Players: Benefactor, Guardian, Illusionary Knight, Nephlite, Knight Nuclear, Sailor Jurei-Jurei, Sailor Peacekeeper, Sailor Thundercrash, Sailor Venus, and Venus Knight ---------------------------------------------------------- Her hair clung to her face as she walked into her class, her first day of school and she was late getting to school peroid, arriving after lunch, and halfway into her class. Top off the fact she didn't have an umbrella with her and the rain that started to downpour had soaked clear through her uniform and you could say she wasn't having a very nice day. She walked solomely up to the teacher and started to speak in English, until she remembered where she was and changed to her Japanese, "Gomen for my tardiness, sir. I'm new here, Jennifer Satterlee." From his seat in the far back corner Jeremy merely glanced up as the new student arrived. She seemed oddly familiar to him and it didn't take long for him to recognize that the entire male population of the room was glued on her body and her drenched school uniform. He simply turned back to his book he was reading, *Poor girl, what a first day.* (ooc--sorry I couldn't come up with anything better.) Minako watched the new girl apologize to the teacher, her pen sticking out of her mouth. She remembered those days when she was late for almost every single class, but she had never showed up soaking wet. Shrugging Minako returned to doodling in her notebook, making a mental note to introduce herself after class. "What are you staring at, ecchi?" grinned Jakurin, smacking the back of Blake's head. He twisted around in his seat and smirked. "If you must know, a chest. Something you don't have." Jakurin Kitsune pounded her new found Knight into the desk with a pan-dimensional rubber hammer, beet red. "I don't want to hear any smack talk about my bust in this game! Got it!?" she hissed. Blake Ketsumi's body twiched for a few seconds. "H-Hai..." Jakurin: *glares at the author* "That goes for you, too!" Author: *noting the size of the hammer* "H-hai..." All the fooling aside, Jakurin waved to the new girl, booting Blake onto the floor. "Hey, free seat!" she yelled, grinning like a Cheshire cat. Michiru sat in class staring out the window. Things were bad..things were very bad. And she couldn't take much more of it. Stress showed in her eyes and even in her face as she had finally given up the make-up to hide it. Nights were long and restless. And she didn't have any answers to any questions floating in her mind. Jennifer's didn't fail to notice the offered seat, but instead simply sinked to one of the open seats in the back of the room, trying to isolate herself from everyone else she could, especially considering the state of her uniform. She slid into the seat merely opened her book, allowing the teacher to continue his lesson. Jeremy's gaze shifted up from his book, this time resting on Michiru and sighed silently to himself, *Wonder what's got her so wound up lately?* Jakurin felt the cold shoulder as the new girl blew past. Rubbing some IcyHot on her numb body part (*ahem*), she tried paying attention by slouching in her chair and sticking pencils and other assorted objects in one ear and out the other. Blake was comptemplating how in the heck to get Michiru to pose for him without letting Jakurin know. His sketch book already had various doodles of Michiru in a jester's costme(something he had grown to love), and sighed as he peeked at. Although Jaku-chan was cute and sweet down under,... ah well. He'd have to grow a few feet, clean up his make-up, and knock off her current boyfriend in order to really get her to notice him aside from fighting evil. His silly crush would have to remain it. Jakurin booted Blake in the behind. He yelped and shouted, "WHAT!?" "The teacher called you up to the board, doofus!" she shot back. Some classmates giggled, as Blake blushed, shuffling out of his seat and up to the board. Hs black-eyed stare quickly shut them up... but after a few moments, he growled in frustration. The question was too hard! "I can't put it into words on a stupid board!" he said angrily, shoving his hands into his pockets. The teacher asked for a show of hands to see who could answer the question. Dunican sat beside Minako and finally noticed the new girl that came into class late. He glanced to Minako and to the new girl and then watched her for a moment and then looked back to Minako again. *Even Minako or I was never this late. Of course when I started here I was late everyday,* he thought. Dunican reached over and gave Minako one of his notes with a small note at the bottom. ~Maybe after school we can introduce ourselves to the new comer and see if can help her adjust here.~ Read the note. Minako just nodded over to Dunican, grinning as she returned to her doodle. Her little figure took the form as the teacher with dragon characteristics about to bite off Blake's head. With a glance back at Jennifer it suddenly dawned on her she had the same last name as Jeremy, who was only a few seats away from her. Michiru looked up at the clock. It just dragged on and on. *damn I wish I was anywhere but here...alright, take that back..I wish I was anywhere but here AND in battle.* she thought rubbing her arm from the previous battle. It still stung, but not much she could do about it now. "Psssst, Michiru!" hissed Jakurin across the aisles as Blake shuffled back to his seat. "Whatcha doing for lunch? Blake's taking me down a nice Chinese resteraunt." "I am?!" Jakurin grinned. "You should be able to handle it, Mr.I'm-Loaded-For-Bear-Thanks-D.A.R.E." Blake shook his head, but he had to grin. Jakurin was as much of a moocher as he was, until he told her about Bob-o's trust money. "Yare, yare, chinese is fine," he said, waving his hand. Michiru smiled slightly. "You too go have fun. I'm really not that hungry right now." she said with a sad sigh. "Since when are you not hungry?" asked Jakurin, but the school bell cut her off. Good thing, too; the teacher was about to come over and hand her a detention for talking in class yet _again._ Jakurin hovered (not literally! ;] ) next to Michiru's desk, as Blake wandered over. "Come on, think of all the pepper chicken! We could make a go at it! Free chicken for everyone!" she yelled, with a beaming smile. Blake slouched, embarrassed, but not worried. He knew he wasn't as cute as Dunican, and Jakurin could only scarf so much. Jennifer rose calmly from her seat and quickly slipped out of the classroom, angling her way quickly through the crowds of students rushing back in forth to get to the bathroom. She knew once she got there she could hide at least until her clothes dried out some, at least enough so that she wasn't afraid of being raped. She moved quickly but as she started to slip into the safety of the restroom a large, rough hand gripped her shoulder and threw her against a locker. Her eyes quickly regained their focus as she saw a man, standing at her height staring at her, "So you like being a little tease, bitch?" All Jennifer could do was shake her head no as he smiled crudly, "We'll see how well you like it." "Or not," an even monotoned voice came from the side. Jennifer's eyes darted quickly to see a man standing taller than her in a school uniform with his eyes locked on the other boys. The boy was missing his left eye and his face was a collage of scars running across it. He dark black back pack was flung over his shoulder casually, with a black gloved left hand gripping it. His blue eye spoke only of confidence he must have felt. Jennifer's assailant smirked and let her go, instead his fist flying at the boy that had stepped to her defense. Jeremy let the fist connect and his head tilted back at the blow, but no blood was drawn. Instead Jeremy let his back pack drop to the ground as a fist connected with his stomach. When the next blow came though Jeremy's gloved hand launched at lightning speed and precision, perfected with centuries of training, and grasped his assailant's fist. In one fluid motion his attacker was on his back in the middle of the floor and Jeremy's foot flew to the boy's neck as he spoke in his ever calm, emotionless monotone, "It is one matter to mildly give new students a hard time and quite another to assault and threaten them. See to it that you remember." With that he brought his foot away from the neck just as he heard the principal approach from the side shaking his head, "Playing hall monitor again I see Mr. Satterlee." Jeremy merely shrugged and picked up his bag as the principal sighed, "Come with me please." As her savior walked by Jennifer spoke up, "Gomen," and in return only recieve a slight nod. Then the realization hit her, the principal had just called her savior Mr. Satterlee, the same last name as her and her father. Her eyes trailed the boy, *Could my father of had another child without my mother? I can't believe he'd do that, but this is kinda spooky all the same.* (ooc--sorry for being so long, just felt like typing) (^^; Don't we all!!!) "Whoa," said the Illusional Twins, watching the scene from the classroom door. "I feel bad for her," said Jakurin suddenly. "Someone should have told her that you don't REALLY have to wear the uniform." "I dunno, Jaku. I think it looks fine on her." Jakurin turned around and smacked a censor bar to Blake's eyes. "Ecchi," she said, pulling off the large wrap she was wearing. Underneath, her black sleeveless top showed off her bare white arms, and her platform boots clicked as she made her way over to the girl. Blake was trying to pull the bar off, crashing into a locker. Jakurin winced as she looked at her friend, then marched over. "Here. Keep it until you're not as see-through," she joked, placing it around the girl's shoulders. "It'll cover most of you," she noted, glad that the ends at least went over her backside. "I'm Jakurin Kitsune," she said with a grin, offering her hand. "You're.... Jessica, Jessie? Jennie!!" Michiru watched the conferntation and smiled. There was hope for him after all. She approached Jarukin and the new girl. "You alright there? The school is getting over run with gangs and such, making it hard on us normal kids. Jeremy seems to take everyone into consideration and protects the little ones around here. I'm Michiru Kaioh (msp?), Senior Class. Welcome to hell." " Please Michiru, lets not try to scare Jennifer too much on her first day here," Minako said, batting the struggling Blake out of the way to make it to the trio. " Hey, I'm Minako Aino," she said cheerfully, smiling. Dunican had watched from where Minako was before she moved over to Jennifer. Following he looked at the others. He shook his head. "My name is Dunican Kedakai," he said to Jennifer with a smile. Jennifer glanced about the entire group, somewhat flustered on the fact that they all knew her name. She turned blue eyes towards the Jakurin, "Thank you for the wrap. It's a pleasure to meet all of you. And Jakurin, please don't call me Jennie." Her mind was still on her mysterious savior though, "If the problem's so out of control the administration can't handle it why did the principal cart him off then. If does this on a regular basis and with the way he moves you think they'd be grateful for his help in a silent sort of way?" Jeremy sat a position of attention in the chair across from the principal's desk, a chair he was well use to sitting in. In a typical weak he'd visit it about a dozen times. The principal pulled out the file on Jeremy which he kept in his desk drawer most of the time and sighed at the thickness of it and pulled out yet another incident report. "You realize, Jeremy, that this is starting to get slightly annoying seeing you so many times a week." The young man merely nodded his head as the principal continued, "And you do realize that if this continues I'll have to expel you." Jeremy gawked at the comment silently in his mind, never breaking his cool exterior. Jeremy wasn't stupid and he wasn't about to be taken as being such either and answered the principal with his cool monotone, "If that was the case you would have expelled me the first month I was here. Rather you admit it or not you and faculty of Juuban all appreciate the work that I do here to control the violence and the statistics don't lie that the number of displinary actions involving violence, excluding myself, has dropped by half since I arrived. Don't play me for a fool, sir, we both know you can't afford to expel me and lose the sembelence of control I have managed to bring." The slightly balding man merely shook his head, "That is what you believe, and unfortunatly is true. Yet I have a dilemia of my own, the parents of the trouble makers are starting to raise a ruckus and that's why you realize you'll most likely be spending the rest of your high school life in detention." Again only a nod was returned, "If that is how it is judged." He shook his head, "Go and enjoy your lunch, Jeremy." As the boy got out of his chair to leave the principal continued, "And please try to avoid coming down here for the rest of the day."