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Post by Deleted on Oct 2, 2018 17:56:34 GMT -4
He was alone for now in a smaller cell for younger people taken into custody. His wrists were held tight by reinforced cuffs for someone of increased strength like he was. They'd taken his mask and his weapons but made sure he was restrained properly given his natural powers. His ankles were cuffed as well to insure he didn't get into to much of a fuss given he'd been a tough inmate since he'd been brought in. His whole world felt like it was crashing in around him and didn't know what to do. He thought about using his call to see if Naoru could help but then he worried what would he say? What would he do if he found out about this... He thought about calling his family but he couldn't help but feel that wouldn't help at all. The idea of those that could help slowly he realized was a incredibly small list.
He occasionally tugged at the chains jokingly wondering if he could break off the limbs to get away. Chuckling to himself at the stupidity of it all. It felt sobering... And lonely. He let out a sigh listening to the only sound that was the buzz of the florescent lights above. He had no idea what he was gonna do know as things just seemed to be falling apart... AN he couldn't do anything about it.
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Post by Principal Kobayashi Touma on Oct 5, 2018 16:50:46 GMT -4
The man in the black suit and tie sighed when he entered this office this morning to find a new folder on his desk. It seemed there was another social case for the school to take care of. Sitting down with a cup of coffee, he began reading through it.
Sutetchi Suraiji, as he was called, had a pretty extensive medical history due to the consequence of his quirk, which made him an universal receptacle for organ donations, even inhuman ones. More disturbing was that the teenager experimented extensively with self-harm and reattaching his own limbs, which his body seemed to have a rather high tolerance too.
Recently, he ran away from home and had been involving himself with some shady figures and a string of small-time robberies. Chance had it that Junko-sensei found herself on his path and brought him to justice.
And just like that, the police chose to redirect the case on himself and his school. The decision made sense. This Sutetchi had the profile of recidivist if he would have just been given the usual stint in prison, but his record also showed that he attempted to apply for U.A, and back then, was denied.
Touma put the files back in the folder carefully, closed it and set it aside on his desk. He would have to pay him a visit after school. For now, it would probably do the teenager good to sit in prison for a while and think about what he had done.
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This evening at around 7 p.m., the door to the young Suraiji’s cell slid open and the ex-lieutenant entered, wearing his eternal suit and carrying the folder from this morning.
“Good evening, Mr Suraiji. My name is Kobayashi Touma. I am the school principal for U.A. High. I have a few questions.” He sat on a bench opposite the boy; unlike most people who visited detention centers in suit and ties -- lawyers for the most part -- he seemed perfectly comfortable in this hostile environment. He glanced at the heavy restraints he was under without staring.
“I understand you were robbing a store when Junko-san captured you. I also see that you applied for the school a few months ago. That’s quite the career change. Might telling me what motivated it?”
His tone was polite and professional, cold even, but it paled in comparison to his icy glare, with which he now seemingly attempted to dig holes in the back of his interlocutor's head. |
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Post by Deleted on Oct 23, 2018 14:04:37 GMT -4
The chains and security cuffs holding his wrists and ankles jangled lightly when the man entered. A suit type that sent a shiver down his spine but also called for a snort to briefly burst through his nose. It was the kinda guy that made him uneasy and wasn't that easy to get a real read on. It was honestly easier to get used to a simpler kind of person when you didn't really live on the side of the law. People were simpler there and didn't make things so damn complicated or hard to understand.
He didn't say much but still watched the man across from him listening to him as yellowish eyes gazed over at him. Their hues almost unnatural as if some of the cells in his dark irises had died and taken on this unnatural almost eerie yellowish tone. Like some sort of demon looking at him from across the room chained down to keep him from rising up to unleash some sort of hell.
He couldn't help but roll his eyes though at the question. The boy clearly a little set off at the mention of his declined acceptance into the school. It never did stop grinding on him that sensation of rejection. His powers, fucked up medical history, and a few scraps with the law had ruined everything. He simply had embraced the life he saw as his only option when he lost most his other paths. He was a monster physically and felt like one mentally. He only really ever give a shit what a select of handful of people ever had to say as well. So he couldn't help but answer snidely at the question.
"Greed, Money, Teenage angst, A feeling of regret of letting my parents down? I could say drugs too if you wanna write it down in your file. It'd be fun to make it a colorful read even its not true."
He snorted and leaned back smacking his head hard against the wall behind him. A light squish made as he used the pain to sober his mind lightly and keep the twitching anger from taking over. He didn't seem to show signs of pain but his eyes did briefly appear dizzy or unfocused for just a moment from the impact.
"I did what I had to do... I didn't have much of a choice so I simply did what I was good at. The powers that be decided I wasn't good enough for your little school project. An I mean... A kids gotta eat! Find some way to stay above water right? But I guess only the types that want fame and have money can get in those sorta schools right? The super good grades that fit that 'hero' image?" He leaned forward after the angle allowing it to be seen that a small bloody mark was on the wall behind him where he'd smashed his head hard into trying to clear his mind.
"People are already rushing at these programs and most heroes we have aren't worth a shit. Every time I watch the news likes life has turned into a fucking celebrity show. Do you think they'd be so showy and as glamorous if they weren't getting paid? But you know what, Fuck em, Fuck em all. Even that one that brought me in had trouble with me... A kid with barely any training just my natural talents and augmentations. What are they gonna do when you get another Thunder shock? Or a group of motha fuckas like that roaming around?" He'd say talking quick. His voice fast and even if he tried to hide it it was clearly a mechanism when he was nervous. Trying to square his shoulders as well and keep from blinking for long strands of time to appear intimidating. His scarred body helping with that for the impression on most people.
"I'll tell you what's gonna happen, You're gonna throw a bunch of candy ass wannabe celebrities at them and get a bunch of people killed. An the smart ones will cower and run and wait for the dust to settle. You really the principal then I have to ask. Do you really think most of those kids and shit head heroes are gonna be enough... Do you really think half these people can do what will be needed doing when the time comes.... Cause I'll tell you this. When you turned me the fuck down and ruined my god damn life!" He'd roar out rushing himself to standing. The shackles on his wrist may have been connected to the ground but he counted on that. The stitches on his wrist began popping as he twisted, pulled, and ripped upward with all his enhanced strength. His hand would splat on the ground as he lunged forward. His wrist bones sticking out of his wrist as blood dripped from his wrist as he appeared to be willing to use his broken wrist bones as a stabbing weapon. With little regard to his own body in the process. But of course some of what he said was projecting... He'd made a shit pile of his own life. He'd made mistakes and it had taken what he wanted away from him. Some part of him often wondering if soon he'd lost the one who got in too. The idea driving him insane some nights.
But in either regard he stood there leaning forward as far as he could reach a bone spike sticking out of his wrist pointing at the principal. But the shackles still kept him held back by one hand and his feet so he wasn't able to get nearly close enough to actually pose a thread.
"I could have done it right! I could have made villains fear me! If I had the resources and the training like those snobs that did get in or those wanna be pros we have now! I'd make sure the real criminals were to scared to commit crimes! I could have been what was really needed!" He'd say not realizing he had started to cry even if his face held anger and twisted contortions of aggression within his expressions.
In his mind his whole life had fallen apart now. He had nothing left so in a sense without meaning to the dam cracked and the flood came through. Even as blood dripped from his wrist and the sound of people coming up the halls became clear that soon more would join them. He felt like he lost everything... An now someone was likely here to talk down on him or make some story out of him. He didn't have the thought in his head to think it could even remotely be for anything else.
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Post by Principal Kobayashi Touma on Nov 10, 2018 3:43:01 GMT -4
Sitting across Sutetchi, the principal said nothing as the boy poured his heart out. He sat with the same impassible glance, leaning forward with his arms resting in his knees. The only thing that moved were the principal’s eyes, to keep meeting the stitched kid’s glare with his own. He only looked away once, to glance briefly at what the boy was doing to his own wrist. It was an impressive abilty. The chains might be holding him back, but he could probably break up his own body to get out and re-stitch himself afterwards. He didn’t. He stayed in prison.
Touma sighed. “Are you done?” he asked the kid. The man’s dead serious eyes left Sutetchi properly just once as he dismissed the policemen who came running. “Go. I have the situation over control. Bring me a first aid kit.”
This done, he dug in his pocket for his phone. He fiddled with it for a few seconds until he showed Sutetchi his email inbox. “You say you wanted to be a hero, and that you were rejected at the beginning of the year. Take a look at this. I get at least three applications a day. I read them all, every evening. We have enrolled more students that way since the beginning of the year. And I don’t see a single one by you.”
Kobayashi Touma’s words crashed down gravely, with regular precision, like the blows of a blacksmith’s hammer. There was no softness in his voice. “And your answer is to turn to villainy and cry and trash about and whine that society rejected you. Frankly, I’m not impressed by your resolve, young man. You’d be a great hero, you said? Then why haven’t I heard of you as one of those unlicensed idiots who try to stop robberies, instead of one of the idiots who try to commit robberies?”
A medical kit was handed to him through the steel bars. The officer who handed it to him gave Sutetchi a look of disgust and advised the principal to be careful. The principal ignored it and opened the box, got bandages and a splint kit as well as disinfectant and sterile wipes. He sat up and walked up to the boy calmly, a foot in front of the other. Not a trace of fear, nor much of any other emotion could be read of Touma’s impassible face. “Show me your wrist.”
If Sutetchi would let him, he’d treat the wound and arrange the splint, and if not, he would show him just exactly why he was so calm about this. It was far from the first time the ex-soldier had faced danger, and danger of a different caliber too. Whether or not Sutetchi would let the principal help him willingly, he’d continue speaking with his monotone, collected and professional voice.
“So, tell me, Suraiji-kun. Why should I trust you to be a hero? What makes you so special that I’d put my ass on the line to help you out of here and back into school?” |
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Post by Dessen on Feb 21, 2019 9:32:21 GMT -4
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