Thread: Twisted Art [Reyne and Kuro_Netsune]

ow... that fucker... was the only silent remark in the empty locker rooms, the lad had finished applying a vandage to his right leg, the training today had been more than he expected and he ended up with a quite large bruise after taking a fall, a fall wich was not his doing, but rather from their group leader shaking his head, the boy slowly stood up, clad in black cargo pants and the uniform black shirt with nothing but a small logo in the front with his name tag, he sighed out and removed his cap good thing it's a weekend already, but this will ruin my plans for camping out today.. shaking his head, he packed up his belongings, just taking a flute on his hand, he flung his -heavy- backpack over his shoulders, not that he carried a lot of books, actually he usually neglected to bring books to the classes, but he had all kinds of training and camping gear wich, like most of the group, he never left home without as he stood out, he noticed the empty hallways ... about time, school is always better when there's less noise smiling to himself, he slid on his black glasses and began walking, an attitude wich was frankly ridiculous, considering the lack of sunligt in the hallways, but it was a matter of attitude, preety much hard-drilled into their habits by their instructors however, as he took the bend that lead to the cafeteria, he heard some rustling, shaking his head, he went over without removing the glasses, all he managed to make out was a figure assaulting another smaller one, he gave a low growl, and on the spot he dropped his backpack wich landed with a loud 'plop' and then he hurried over to the pair, without even asking questions, he swung out his flute, hitting the elbow of the attacker, and before he had any time to react, the lad slid his flute in front of the attacker's neck and with a swift move, he threathened to strangle the attacker with it the attacker gasped, turned around over his shoulder and gave a nervous laugh, he could have fought back, he could probably have won, but he knew better, -this- one was under protection of the principal and those in his group had almost as much power as a teacher .... well John.... causing problems again eh? the lad clad in black stated flatly, pulling the flute at the attacker's neck go back to your big buddies and mind your own stuff Mark, I was just helping the little miss here getting up, isn't that right? Mark glanced over at the girl, he gave a look over his glasses at her eyes, her scared expression said it all, he shook his head, then turned around, holding the attacker firmly look John, you have three to walk away, if you get in troubles once more you'll be kicked out for a week, is that what you want? with that, he shoved the boy forward, panting, the angry attacker just shrugged and walked off, this was not something he'd forget, but now was not the time glaring behind his glasses, Mark clutched his flute tight, it was a cheap recorder flute but it was all he had, and now it seemed to have a few cracks on it, without turning around to face her, he just cassualy asked ... you okay? if he did anything to you I'll go and take care of him right now though, for most part he was acting out of duty and to be honest, with his leg so bruised and body so tired, he'd have a hard time if he attempted something at this point