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Troa sighed as he walked through campus towards his class. The whispers and leering eyes directed at him. He knew what they were talking about, he was suspected by much of the student body for the cause of the student who committed suicide. Sighing, he looked up to see one of the football guys blocking his path. "Oh great..." He muttered as the young man cracked his knuckles. Before Troa knew it, he had a fist flying towards his face. Troa turned his face, and avoided being hit in the nose. The force sent him flying back, and skidding on the floor. Sighing, he stood up and brushed the dust off his jacket. "Are you done now?" He asked flatly.

"Heh... you wish." The person said as he threw another punch.

Troa sighed again, and side stepped the punch and caught the fist as he spun around. The torque forced the person around as he brought up his other hand to distract the man's other hand. His hand though smashed into the person's face. Troa moved his hands to the crook of his opponents elbow and pushed up as he took a step forward, and knocked him off balance. With another step, Troa shoved his hands down, and the man was slammed into the ground. Taking control of the person's wrist with one hand and leaving his other hand in the crook of the elbow, and spun it around the person's head. This forced him onto his stomach, where Troa stepped on his back and continued to class. "Pain in the a**..." He muttered to himself, as he opened the door to the building and once again ignored the stares and murmurs about him. Entering the communications class room, he sat in a chair near the back next to a window. His cheek stung a little still, as he rested his head in his hand and stared out the window as he attempted to understand what anything the TA was saying had to do with the class.

Troa sighed as he looked at the clock, his fingers tapping on his desk. Sighing, he looked out the window again. "Some teacher of communications... I kinda thought both parties had to understand what each other are saying for communication to happen..." He muttered with a sigh. "Well... I learned something new then." He said to himself with a sigh, standing up and picking up his bag. Checking the clock again, he sighed and walked past the other students. His bag accidentally bumping into Celeste. "Sorry." He said simply, and continued his way out of the class. As soon as he got outside, he lit a smoke and took a long drag. Sighing when he saw the football guy again walking towards him. This time he didn't even speak, he just threw a punch. Troa wasn't in the mood anymore to entertain the guy. He side stepped the punch and let the guy punch the wall behind him. Narrowing his eyes, Troa made a fist with with his middle knuckles from his fore and middle finger sticking out. He punched the pressure point right under the bicep. The man let out a yelp of pain as his arm went numb, and fell limply to his side. Troa quickly followed up with a round house to the back of his knee, and dropped him to one knee. Blowing smoke into his face, he gave the man a cold glare. His eyes emotionless and dead, causing the man to grow a cold sweat. "Leave..." Troa said simply, and shoved the man away. "What're you lookin at?" He asked to a group of people who gathered. "Christ..." He muttered to himself, as he sat on a bench smoking his cig.

((I’m trying not to post until everyone has had a chance to post once. This post is just to clarify some stuff.))

Earth – Communications Classroom with Genya, Troa, Celeste:

Genya had no idea who the heck this student that was blabbing about Cyrus the whoever and Persian empires was. Now that he thought about it, he hadn’t taken attendance at all. That probably would have been a good idea. Genya had tried to interrupt the student, but the student kept going and going and just would not stop talking. Did communication classes involve history? Horrible.

During the whole monologue, Genya noticed a student saunter in, take a seat, and then walk out again shortly after, crashing into a black haired female student along the way. The male student smelled like smoke. The blonde TA shook his head. His science class students weren’t this rude at all! Finally, someone spoke out. The black haired girl, to be precise. Well, good, because that’s exactly what he thought. He didn’t think history and communications were the same major. Liberal arts…

”Yes, uh, right. Could you stop talking about umm, Persia? That is very outdated information,” Genya half stuttered and said in relief as both Celeste and his statements finally cut the monologue student off. “Would you like to give a brief, umm, summary of last class’s session?” Genya asked Celeste. ”Then I’ll take attendance.”

Because of where Genya was standing, he would not be able to see Troa fighting people outside. However, the students might be able to. In addition, Casidy and Ezio would be able to as well. These were rowdy classrooms on this day…

"You a**!" Yelled the guy Troa was fighting earlier. At this point, he had gathered some of his friends around him. They had circled Troa who was now standing, and finishing his smoke.

"You're bein rather loud..." Troa said flatly, giving the guy another glare. "You're disturbing the nearby classes." He added with a sigh. Grunting a little as he was grabbed from behind, but was able to keep his arm with his smoke free. As another ran at him and readied a punch, Troa reached back and put the smoke out on the back of the neck of the guy holding him. As soon as his grip loosened, Troa dropped his weight and threw him over his hip into the charging man. "This is pathetic..." He muttered, looking at the football players and the crowd that had once again gathered. Side stepping another punch, Troa tripped the person who started to fall over. However he had grabbed Troa's shirt, and tore it almost in two. Troa's eyes shot to the falling man, and kicked him in the stomach before he hit the ground. Troa's upper body shone now, scars littering his body. Clenching his fists, he looked at his attackers. "Alright..." He said, his voice dripping malice and his eyes screaming for blood. He moved in almost a blur as he charged one guy, and bent his knees. As he rose, he used an uppercut into his stomach. As his opponent started to double over, Troa jumped and slammed his knee into his face. Landing and turning around, he sidestepped a jab and pushed it down, around and back up to lock the shoulder blade. Then he pushed down on his attacker's head and slammed him into the ground, and rolled over his back while holding onto his arm to dislocate the shoulder with a sickening pop. Standing up again, he knocked away another hook punch and followed up by dropping his weight and sending an elbow to the guy's ribs. At this point the crowd had grown wild, and the public safety officers were trying to make their way through the crowd. Troa was walking up to the last person, who eventually ran back through the crowd. Troa spat in his direction, and sat back on the bench and lit another smoke. "Pain in the ******** a**..." He muttered, taking another drag. "Now I gotta get another shirt..." He sighed as he exhaled smoke.

((Just letting everyone know: I need to get the optical drive for my dvd player replaced in my laptop. The Apple store has told me that I need to leave my laptop with them for 5-7 days for the repairs to be done. As such, I may not be online during that time. At least not as often (or as long) as I usually am. If I do manage to get online during the time my laptop is being repaired, I won't be using my own computer and most likely someone else's. I ask that you guys try not to leave me and Casidy too far behind. sweatdrop lol))

Neo was sitting down on the ground with his newest research laid out before him when the dazed girl triped over his outstreched feet and fell to the ground into another man who he had never seen before. However that wasnt what caught his attention, what did was that all his work was now scattered all over after he had spent several hours arranging it in a very specific order for his research. He was on his knees his hands on his checks his eyes wide open as he almost cried. So much work lost so quicklh it was almost heartbreaking to the man. He then looked up and quickly got to his feet as he had tears forming on his eyes from the sadness as he spoke to the girl. " hh-hey my work. Young lady how could you i spent hours getting that research under way and now its ruined within seconds! What am i going t o do, what am i going to do, what am i going to do?" asked neo to the girls back near yelling with sadness as his eyes still watered. His hands were waving around wildly for emphasis. He couldnt see the girls face or he might have been acting differently around her. Such was the way of the eccentric scholer.

Sitting in the Engineering Class in a chair closes to a window was a young student with raven black hair which reached passed his shoulders, and oddly enough violet eye's which most people thought were contacts but that wasn't the case at all nor did he both trying to explain it to them. This man was Ezio Royce and his attire mostly consist of suits and casual/dress cloths so it wasn't no different now since he was were a black and white set. Ezio was writing in his note book, he had finished drawing the diagrams which was on the board and with his flawless penmanship it was almost an exact replica and followed by that was his intricate cursive hand writing. When he was finished with his work he looked at the jokes and humor which was placed on the board, it brought a smile to his face. As he would continued to look around his view was drawn to the window and from where he was sitting he had clear view to what was happening outside and simply watched. 'That man certainly has skill' He thought to himself as he watched the outcome of this 'little scuffle'.

(sorry it took me no long to post and it being short at that. I got a migrane and just wanted to post)

Troa looked up, just sighing when he looked at Casidy. "What happened...?" He sighed again, exhaling smoke from his mouth as he did so. "I'll assume you don't listen to rumors at all then." He added with a shrug, looking up at her as he took a drag. "Ask anyone if they've heard rumors about a Troa, and you'll find out real quick why this started." He said bluntly. Exhaling somoke from his nose, he quickly took another drug. "As for whether or not it was necessary... I don't think anyone with as many of these as I do, would want them shown all over the place." He said simply, gesturing to the scarring that littered his body. Taking another drag from his smoke, he flicked the finished butt away. Taking out another one, he lit it quickly before taking another drag.