Classes had just ended, and all the students that were doing after school tutoring and lesson plans had all left. All that was left were a few kids that signed up to help clean the school after hours. Employed by the school to help things out around the academy, keeping things tidy and prepping things for the next day. Thusly, Za signed up so he would have some money in his pocket to get some food. Some bread and juice would hold him over for a few days with how things. He thought to take the task of cleaning the gym floor. Dressed in his normal tattered attire, he would frown as he looked at himself in the mirror of the boys dressing room. '...Maybe if I go without food tonight I can get some new clothes commissioned.' thinking to himself, it was such a sad fate to be played. However, if he could get one of those headbands and raised his class ranking a bit he would definitely be able to get some higher paying missions, or become strong enough to take the money off of some of those shop keepers without worrying about being a punching bag.
Taking a broom from the janitors closet, he would walk out into the main gym area, looking at it... he noticed it already looked clean enough, just some things hidden here and there on the bleachers, maybe there was a rally or something in here. Maybe they were practicing their best 'Kuroko no Basket' in here. Who knew, but smiling he would make himself known to the other classmates in the gym that were cleaning other various parts of the building. However, most of them wore nicer clothes and lifted their nose to him. Sneering and making sly comments about him, speaking under their breaths. It caused the boy to go high in the bleachers to move away from them. He knew he wasn't the best smelling kid in the school... but he only had two pairs of clothes, and not many places to wash them.
Za knew that he would be judged. He hated it. He hated those who looked down on the downtrodden and the voiceless. He would rise his station to show what happens when you take those people for granted. However, high in the bleachers Za would think to himself, he'd been cleaning for hours, without thinking about it. The sun had dropped from the sky and his classmates had all left, but he felt like he would have the endurance of some prized Ox. Much like when his father stabbed him and skewered him like a piece of meat being thrown on a grill. Za, felt like his body was stronger... endurance was something he innately had. Being able to take a hit and keep on chugging. Being placed so close to death, so close that the same attack killed his mother.
Maybe there was something there, maybe that was the thing that he needed to lean into, who knew? Za sat and looked at the completed work of the gym, it seemed to glisten in the light of the rising moon. It was at this point... he thought to himself, there couldn't be anyone in the school to stop him, maybe he would go about taking some supplies? It couldn't hurt the school when it flourished so much with an abundance of training equipment. Za would sneak into the back of the gym are where alot of the bokkens and practice equipment was being held. He had the broom in one hand, and moved the head of the broom up and then down on the handle of the door that he thought held the equipment he was looking for.
It didnt budge. However, maybe something else would work. Thinking for a moment then leveraging the brooms handle between the handle of the door and the metal threshold he would pull down on the broom with all of his weight before breaking the handle alittle but enough to leverage the door open. Once inside the door, Za knew he had to act quick, He actually saw a sheathed wakazashi... a real wakazashi. He'd open it up and see the silver of the metal, and his heart dropped. The blade seemed to be four feet in length, and he would instantly nab it along with some smokebombs and a belt pouch. From there he would take the broom and place it back on the door of the janitor's room. He didnt get all the way out of the academy ground before he felt something behind him, but he didnt want to turn around. He wanted to get this stuff. So he pressed on. The darkness helped as he jumped through the hallways trying to find an efficient escape.
'Shit shit shit' He'd finished cleaning, but maybe he would lose out on everything because of what he'd done... was it worth it?
[Mission Completed]
[Topic Entered/Left]
[1 Hour Runtime]
Taking a broom from the janitors closet, he would walk out into the main gym area, looking at it... he noticed it already looked clean enough, just some things hidden here and there on the bleachers, maybe there was a rally or something in here. Maybe they were practicing their best 'Kuroko no Basket' in here. Who knew, but smiling he would make himself known to the other classmates in the gym that were cleaning other various parts of the building. However, most of them wore nicer clothes and lifted their nose to him. Sneering and making sly comments about him, speaking under their breaths. It caused the boy to go high in the bleachers to move away from them. He knew he wasn't the best smelling kid in the school... but he only had two pairs of clothes, and not many places to wash them.
Za knew that he would be judged. He hated it. He hated those who looked down on the downtrodden and the voiceless. He would rise his station to show what happens when you take those people for granted. However, high in the bleachers Za would think to himself, he'd been cleaning for hours, without thinking about it. The sun had dropped from the sky and his classmates had all left, but he felt like he would have the endurance of some prized Ox. Much like when his father stabbed him and skewered him like a piece of meat being thrown on a grill. Za, felt like his body was stronger... endurance was something he innately had. Being able to take a hit and keep on chugging. Being placed so close to death, so close that the same attack killed his mother.
Maybe there was something there, maybe that was the thing that he needed to lean into, who knew? Za sat and looked at the completed work of the gym, it seemed to glisten in the light of the rising moon. It was at this point... he thought to himself, there couldn't be anyone in the school to stop him, maybe he would go about taking some supplies? It couldn't hurt the school when it flourished so much with an abundance of training equipment. Za would sneak into the back of the gym are where alot of the bokkens and practice equipment was being held. He had the broom in one hand, and moved the head of the broom up and then down on the handle of the door that he thought held the equipment he was looking for.
It didnt budge. However, maybe something else would work. Thinking for a moment then leveraging the brooms handle between the handle of the door and the metal threshold he would pull down on the broom with all of his weight before breaking the handle alittle but enough to leverage the door open. Once inside the door, Za knew he had to act quick, He actually saw a sheathed wakazashi... a real wakazashi. He'd open it up and see the silver of the metal, and his heart dropped. The blade seemed to be four feet in length, and he would instantly nab it along with some smokebombs and a belt pouch. From there he would take the broom and place it back on the door of the janitor's room. He didnt get all the way out of the academy ground before he felt something behind him, but he didnt want to turn around. He wanted to get this stuff. So he pressed on. The darkness helped as he jumped through the hallways trying to find an efficient escape.
'Shit shit shit' He'd finished cleaning, but maybe he would lose out on everything because of what he'd done... was it worth it?
[Mission Completed]
[Topic Entered/Left]
[1 Hour Runtime]