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A Fresh Start
« Aug 23, 2009 9:11:57 GMT -6 » 		Quote
"This should be interesting" James thought as he stepped out of the car and headed into the school. James was having a strange feeling Fremont High, he was so used to therun down beaten look of public high schools, now...this? Thats not what bothered him the most, the worst part is the uniform. James really didn't really see the point of it, but there was nothing he coud do about it.

He was wondering what kind of welcome he would be receiving, and the how the first person he would meet would be like. If it was one of those "give me your money, fresh meat" kind of guys, just like the good old days or maybe someone...friendly? James had no idea what to expect this was totally new ground for the Arab.

James entered the school building and the first thing on his agenda was to find his locker to stash his bag which was slung over his right shoulder, then find his first class. He kept into walking and soon enough he found himself qiute...lost. "oh crap" he muttered.

People brushed past him on their own way to class, he didn't know who to ask or where to go, so he figured he would just keep walking until he ran into a teacher or someone kind enough to give him directions if he's lucky.IF he's lucky...

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« Aug 23, 2009 10:26:24 GMT -6 » 		Quote
"Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. FUCK!"

Those words whispered and eventually seethed through the teeth of a large brute pacing back and forth in one of the more empty hallways. His mind was slowly tearing itself apart. He thought he was beginning to see thing, mirages, visions. Roth knew what it really was, a combination of sleep deprivation, anxiety for what he was to soon do, and of course a lack of nicotine.

Roth wavered through out the hall. Anyone who would see him would only see a mumbling anxious wreck. It was a rare sight indeed. Roth had usually always kept calm while dealing with any pressure. But this, this was a physical addiction, and he couldn't control it much longer.

With his right hand coming full force Roth slapped himself good in the face. He finally snapped out of it. The sensation of pink stining cheek pain took the craving away...for now. The wrestlers hands easily slipped into the pockets of his dirty, blood-stained, loose, dark blue jeans. His head slowly looked up to the celling with the florescent lighting fixtures causing spots of all colors to form in his eyes.

Roth dropped his head and with quick foot work turned his body around and began to walk. He could see the next hallway ahead of him full of students buzzing around to get where they needed to go. Except for one. One man, maybe a bit younger than Roth walked slowly and seemingly aimlessly in the rushing hall. Now Roth wasn't always the helpful good Samaritan, but in this story he was the good guy.

With a small haste Roth came up to the Arab looking student who was fully dressed in the Fremont uniform. Roth did wear the uniform to an extent. He wore his own jeans, and his own black t shirt with the white button-up shirt un-buttoned over it with the hung loosely around his neck. Over all of the lay his signature black trench coat. Blood stained, dirt stained, scorched, and faded with memories of of every event from Boston, to Philly, to Seattle, and now to Chula.

"Hey man, you need some help finding where your going?"

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« Aug 23, 2009 15:16:52 GMT -6 » 		Quote
James looked at the student who approached him, the first thing James noticed was the way he wore the uniform and James felt he stuck out like a sore thumb. He put it in his mental checklist to do something about the uniform tomorrow.

"Yeah, I'm new here. I need to find a place to stash my bag and find my first class."

James reached in his pocket for the piece of paper that contained the information about his locker and his schedule.

"Know where locker B-250 is?"
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« Sept 7, 2009 20:08:10 GMT -6 » 		Quote
(ooc: AH! sorry for my lateness!!! *beats self into posting)

"Well shit."

A smile curled over the lips of the Boston native. of all the odds he had the locker next to his. B-249. A little corny, or something out of a movie, but it worked for him. Somehow it was either the section where they dumbed transfers or where their two grades cut off.

"Looks like we get to be locker buddies. For a little bit anyways, I've been looking to get into the O'Hare thing for a bit. College and the real life I guess."

Roth stepped forward just a bit. To most he was a bit intimidating, but he always tried to act in a friendly manner to everybody. Hell he shook the hand of a Chinese gangster after he blew Roth out of the water.

"I'm Roth. I'm from Boston and I guess you could call me a pro wrestler. Not the fake stuff though. All for real."

With a friendly smooth movement Roth extended his hand for a shake. A smile, a shake and a look in the eye. He gave it to any one who would take it. Somebody had to try and keep honor in this school. After all, he was The Peacemaker.

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