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[MR. Baron Von Yoko]

Roland sat on the ledge, legs crossed and dangling into the open air. Watching the students scurry through the hallways, meeting friends, girls gossiping and a boy in the nurses office grasping his face. He he. It wasn’t much a surprise that he was alienated, well it was a surprise that he was soooo alienated. He came to school his first day without a uniform on, it had yet to be delivered, His eyes were bloodshot from the 18 hours plane flight. It wasn’t called “red eye” for nothing. So he came in with his favorite aviators on. I guess even if he saw himself In the state he was in, his mind would scream “druggy.” Maybe he should have waited another day before attending. If only he wasn’t so damn eager to see that AV club. What a disappointment.

The door to the roof slowly creaked open, and of course, his curiosity got the better of him. A slim girl walked through, pitch black hair, fair skin. She looked almost like a porcelain doll. Girls like that weren’t back home. Nope, all he ever found was the beach blondes that dug the artsy guy that wasn’t ugly for a change. He happened to fall into that category but he didn’t exactly take kindly to the air heads. None of those girls had that “real” feel to them, you know what I mean ? Not to mention he wasn’t exactly a ladies man. Shy as a mole he was when It came to women. Although, if something film worth caught his eye, instinct took over and the camera came out. Yes, Roland keeps a high definition digital camera on his personhood at all times. That was enough to turn off most normal girls when he whipped it out unannounced. (Hee hee)

Roland twisted around and met the stare of the young girl just as she decided to turn her head and go about her business. Roland heaved a sigh and jumped back over the railing. Only to find that the roof had basically been deserted since he came up. Talk about a pariah. This wasn’t going to make this upcoming school year easy. Hopefully this terrible first impression wouldn’t stick for very long. After all, these people can’t be that shallow. Slowly, Roland’s mind wandered onto different things. The culture shock still freaking him out a bit. He’d nevre used chopsticks in his life for one thing and ended up having to skewer his lunch and eat it like shishkabob....which was actually kind of cool. But he got the looks again because of that.

Looking out over the country side again, Roland decided that ever if he wasn’t in the AV club, it wouldn’t stop him from being who he was here in Japan. Earlier, Roland tried fish out a buddy to hang with. After all “man” is an international language. Fart jokes, sports, fried chicken, beer, Chicks and awesome cars. A guy could always find a friend as long as he zoomed into one of these categories in a conversation. Not to say he didn’t try but he found nothing. All the fart jokes he knew didn’t make sense or sound funny in Japanes, he didn’t know what the hell “kendo” was and none of these square buttholes had a drink yet ! And for chicks and cars, It was all about some Idol girl that he’d never heard of and there weren’t any car loving folk around. He’ll He showed them a picture of Scarlett Johanson and they just shrugged. Double you tee Eff.  

[MR. Baron Von Yoko]

((good god, trying to keep up with you is gonna make my fingers bleed))

Roland, exhausted, stumbled on his way over the railing. Flatly falling on his face and scratching his glasses. Another package on the camels back. His life in this place was falling apart bit by bit. Next thing he knew he might just get kicked in the junk by some person passing by. And as he falls to the ground, and they’d begin to kick his stomach in. After all he did punch that guy! What if he had friends, big monstrous scary friends, or some ninja assassin girl in disguise. This school was house to many prestigious families after all, what if that av president had mafia connections. He’d have to be on the lookout for strangers.....Damnit! Everyone was a stranger. What if everyone was a ninja.....Good lord. “Good god, I must be really tired to be thinking such things....” Rolands eyes rolled back around the roof, gossiping chicks in the corner. Then something caught his ears, a long, slightly sad tone of a violin. The music flooded the area for a moment before suddenly disappearing. Another disappointment.

Roland was getting tired of hearing the gossip around every corner and whispers from every small group he passed by. Maybe it would be best just to go home and try and start fresh tomorrow. His uniform had gotten in, his eyes wouldn’t look like he’d been high as a kite, his body wouldn’t be acting sluggish and the uniform would hide the silver tattoo on his neck. He’d look like a completely different person. But honestly, doing that would feel like he was compromising who he was. That just wouldn’t stand. Maybe half and half or something. Time would tell and Roland was exhausted. As Roland slumped in the general direction of the door, he noticed the porcelain girl stomping towards him out of the corner of his eye. Her arms crossed a powerful determination in here eyes......”Oh Shirt she’s gonna kill me!”

Roland took a step back and looked for a possible escape, But his body was so stupidly sluggish right now it might not even be possible. And she was walking so very fast ! The roof, Jump off the roof! Thinking back at the height of the roof, that escape seemed more deadly than the ninja assassin. The door, no, he’d have to run past her and it was suicide to show your back to a ninja.
God Dammit, Why did he have to move to Japan, the world capital of ninjas! Roland turned his head back to meet the gaze of the girl, merely a few feet away, definitely within killing distance. Maybe his next movie should have ninjas in it. Her steely glare paralyzed him, perhaps some sort of ninja hypnosis. Amazing power.

Suddenly she opened her mouth and started asking question. Was he high. His side of the story. Convicted felon. Thinking back to his good old days in Miami, he smoked the purple sticky punch once in a while, gotten charged with assault once. Some famous actor was being a p***k....he deserved it. He better be careful, his answer may very well determine his fate. Although, he must not seem weak ! Roland whipped off the scratch glasses, and with confidence “I, am not trash!....”

Yes, perfect. Short, sweet, got the point across without lying. Things were looking up now. Out of guy habit, Rolands eyes wandered to the girls body. Her figure was sublime. Come to think of it, wouldn’t it be difficult to hide a sword or a gun in that school uniform. The only place he could think of was her panties. If she reached under her skirt, he would bolt. Probably best not to aggrivate her. Answer the questions calmly....”Well, I have this whole fear of flying and I was on a plane for some eighteen hours....And that AV club guy, he isn’t a very good guy. Just using the clubs abundant funds for his own means......”
Roland spoke meekly and in a tiny voice. Still paralyzed by this girls gaze, he added something a little extra under his breath. “Please don’t kill me”  

[MR. Baron Von Yoko]

Roland took in the words carefully. Since he was fairly certain he lacked any significant puncture wounds and retained most of his blood. He was still alive. Although, she did admit to her incredible killing abilities. The mere fact that she could kill him from across the roof was amazing. Not only that, But she offered her name ! Roland thought this a prime opportunity to make nice with someone would could smite his enemies. Little did he know how true that might just be. Letting his guard down with someone this sharp might be dangerous. Although, he had to admit, it was nice to get some kind of introduction and be treated like a human being. So, Roland relaxed a bit, His shoulders dropped and that perfect smile that he was famous for peered through that mess that was his first day.

Roland let loose a breath of relief and took a seat on the railing guarding the ledge overlooking the schoolyard. Reaching into his jacket he pulled out what looks like one of those old packets of cigarettes. He popped one of the white sticks out and laced it between his lips. Putting the pack back inside his mickey pocket. Roland didn’t light the white cylinder, but simply sucked on the end. From someone else’s perspective it would look really weird, but the cigarette was actually chocolate. He looked back at the curious Kokoro after realizing he’d forgotten to introduce himself.
“Goodness, I’ve been extremely rude. Roland keyes.”
Roland took a light bow as one does at the end of a theater performance. His hair fluttered about his face in the wind.
“At your service”
Roland raised his head and gave her a playful wink and then lifted the rest of him up. He wasn’t about to screw up his first impression again. Roland was wondering where the conversation was really going. He was still really shy and she didn’t seem the overly talkative type. But thinking back a few minutes ago, it was more than likely her that was stringing along those violin notes. Now, Roland only knew a little bit about violin, and that was that the Band Chiodos had it in the intro in one of their songs. Not really all that helpful. But judging from the music scene he’d heard about from eavesdropping through the school. Japanese music consisted of either poser musicians trying to badly imitate english rock, crossdressing high voiced boy bands and sugar coated Britney spears girls in tutus. Now he knew that couldn’t be the extent of music here. He really wouldn’t have minded to hear some real Japanese rock. Rock that was about the music more than the fandom. God there were some fanatical people here. Although, once again, Roland realized he was starring off into space. Exhaustion does funny things to a person.

Roland peered past the cocoa girl to the big tittied bimbos behind them that seemed to have their eyes glued to the two of them. Enough of this crap, it was really starting to bother. Almost to the point of forcing his backbone to straighten up. So, In English he yelled out to the two in a rather fierce voice. “Hey there, I’m a humongous tool, I hate My life. Go somewhere else and have fun being hot!”

The two looked scarred and ran off down the steps back into the school. Apparently it was the same here as in miami. Breast size is directly related to brain capacity. One or the other. They must do well in their English classes. Roland chuckled openly, it was pretty funny. Or at least to him. Turning back to japanese “Those girls are gone, think I could listen In on practice Cocoa ?”  

[MR. Baron Von Yoko]

Roland was lost in his own imagination again. Reminiscing of the time those two girls turned tail and left. Turn tail. Their butts looked like two pringles hugging...... His imagination had one of those wide angle lenses installed for this particular fantasy. Oh baby. The old expression of hate to see you go, but I love to watch you leave. Roland was clearly one of the most heterosexual males that most women would meet and not instantly think “Oh Em Gee, It’s the hulk. But Pink!”
the next daydream firmly in place, Roland’s thoughts wandered to what the hulk would be like as a bank manager. Nobody would skip on their loans again. The tellers would more than likely stop chit chatting while they were working out of incurring the hulks wrath. There wouldn’t be a single robbery without blood. This seemed like an all around sweet idea. Where could he get hulk DNA though. If only He wasn’t fictional. Frick. Words began to pierce that thick imagination veil he had over his mind. Honestly, it was quite rude of Roland to keep dozing off around people. Although he used to do it a lot. Back home he was kind of famous for it, After they saw the tell tale signs they’d ask him what it was about and they’d all have a laugh. Although, probably not many know of the incredible hulk in japan. Poor hulk. Wait, the words. What had he said to those two girls ? That was quite the question. Now if he told the truth, He doubted that she’d find it half as funny as he did. “I simply told them that they were lovely, intelligent young ladies and that they should have fun being young.”

An innocent smiled curled over Roland’s lips. Roland, was a very close individual. Thriving on contact with others. He took the energy he got from his friend and family and used it to get through his day. He wasn’t really aware of the largely conservative views of this country, especially in these prestigious families. So, like the rude dope he was, Roland placed his hand on the small of the young ladies back and led her back to the corner. He was oblivious to any kind of reaction she had to physicaly contact simply because. Well to be honest, he was thinking about muffins. Something that he could eat without chopsticks. So he lead them over to the corner where he took a seat against the corner railing and watched her intently. The stress of the day seemed to leak away, his eyes red puffyness slowly turned back into the beautiful ice blue. They were a fierce color, but coupled with Roland’s soft gaze it seemed to make the perfect balance with his look.

Without even realizing it, Roland took from his pocket a tiny flat camcorder. The silly thing was tiny but state of the art. It looked a little like a drink flask. But that illusion was dispatched as the side opened into a small LCD screen. Cocoa in clear view, dazzling in the sunlight. He’d even go so far as to say stunning. Roland had some amazing skills with a camera, he could bring out the inner beauty of any one person with the scope of his camera. Their earnest feelings seemed to shine through and no matter the person, their true selves couldn’t hide from his eyes. This girl was a very good person. The lens spun tales of many things, a slight conflict in her expression. The way she played almost sounded like it shouldn’t exist. You know what I mean ? As if something in her heart was forbidding her play. But then, the defiance of and determination in those powerful strokes. Roland was so focused he couldn’t even hear the melody she was ringing. She may have just not noticed that he was filming her. Some people took offense to it, and other were violent towards him. It was how Roland learned how to defend himself, actions speak louder than words you know. Roland was actually a very talented athlete despite his geeky love of video games and technology. He’d dipped his toes into it all; Tennis, soccer, lacrosse, basketball, track, triathlons, marathons, football, hockey, baseball. Even though he was fiercely talented, loved winning. Cause, lets face it. He was a winner. He found filming so much more emotional, it inspired feelings that he could feel nowhere else. So that’s what he poured his soul into. When he was child, his father would praise and critic his films of worms and grasshoppers and the little girls next door and the mommy next door sunbathing. Those were good times. It made Roland a little sad though. Were his best days behind him, was his youth and innocense already forfeit.  

[MR. Baron Von Yoko]

if this makes sense then it's gonna be kinda funny

Roland seemed to break out of his stupor some young girl came around the corner and started fondling him. Not completely foreign to this sort of come on from a girl. After all, for some reason he just attracted the skanky ones like a moth to flame. Roland blinked as she ducked and weaved and wiggled her a**. Pinching his cheeks and speaking softly to him. Not to mention she must have crazy bleached her hair to get it that color. Were all Japanese chicks this crazy, not to mention flat. That couldn’t be it, Cocoa seemed fairly on the ball. Roland performed his usual check out ritual, studying the proportions and what not. Girl was fairly feminine and petit. Roland at least towered over her by a head. Well, it was time for another Roland rejection. Brought to you by D. D as in Denied. Looking over at the bemused cocoa, Roland felt a pang of hesitation. Roland was always very blunt when it came to his feelings. Sugar coating something so complicated couldn’t end well. His only worry was if any harsh words pierced his lips she might think less of him and he’d be back to no friends in this place once again. Roland rose to his feet, dusting off jeans and rubbing the spot his cheek had been pinched. Honestly, what a weird chick. All invading his personal space like that. Not even a name first. Terribly rude. “Don’t even have the manners to say hello first ?”

Roland stood at his full height of six one (or two, I forget) His towering figure loomed over the tiny girl. His expression turned cold and his eyes looked that much fiercer. His posture straightened and his head cocked lightly to the side, looking down upon this poor girl. Roland snapped the camera shut and placed it back inside his pocket. He’d edit some of that footage when he got home. At least show some of the boys back home that his first day wasn’t a complete waste. The internet was a wonderful invention, Information, communication and free porn. What more could any man want. Back to the point though. Roland starred down at the little girl as words slowly breached his lips. “Sorry little girl, maybe after you hit puberty”
GOOD JOB! You didn’t even come off as completely mean.

The word mean wasn’t actually in Rolands vocabulary, he was such a gentle man that simply denying a girl was mean. At least he thought so. Breaking the heart of a tender young dove was inexcusable in the first place. He couldn’t stand those men who played tick tac toe with women’s feelings. It was terrible.

Roland took a hand and placed it onto the little girls head and ruffled her hair. She’d grow up to be a cutey most likely, but if she acted like this when she was this age, that certainly didn’t bode well for her future. The thought crossed his mind of diverting this young lady back on the correct path, but his slovenly nature got he better of him and he let it go. Judging by the look of her though, she probably didn’t go to this school since she wasn’t in uniform....Maybe. Roland turned back to the one he called Cocoa and pointed quizzically “Sisiters ?”

A somewhat stupid expression was on his face as he pictured pillow fights in jammies between the older and younger sister. Such a sweet sight. Sibling love really was a beautiful thing. Almost made him wish he had a little brother. Someone to teach how to spit. Teach about girls, cars, movies, what to eat to get the perfectly devastating gas. All that awesome stuff. Once again, Roland was off in his imagination. Frolicking with his cute little brother through the country side. Play fighting, catching insects and running for the sheer fun of the exertion. Those lazy summer days that would last their entire lives, and when he was on his death bed and that little brother sat in a rocking chair beside him, an old picture of their time together gripped in those withered hands. A smile creaking across his face as he slipped into the great beyond.

 

[MR. Baron Von Yoko]

Roland completely missed the entire conversation because of his few minutes in dreamland. His dazed expression plastered all over his face, oblivious to the goings on of the real world. After being on his deathbed and for one glorious night he knew what it was like to be a grandfather. Subjigated yet honored. Coming back into reality. The girl was picking at his clothes. Now he felt awful, he always considered himself somewhat of a fashion whore back home, reading details, Gentleman quarterly, nylon for guys....that was beside the point though. Couldn’t this chick take a hint ? Roland firmly grasped the small girls hand and tossed it gently down to her side. Roland looked skywards, for what seemed like the millionth time this afternoon. By the position of the sun.....uhh. Roland looked to his watch. Almost four oh clock. Oh man, he couldn’t be late on his first day of work. He practically had to beg to get this job. Not to mention It was the only way to pay for his school.

Roland worked at a small Café near the school. The job was necessary until his fathers inheritance came through. The job was great though, he could take a day off whenever necessarry. The manager promised that he’d get some decent tips from both guys and girls. He had a slight suspicion of what that meant, but the idea of extra cash blew his suspicions out the window. His first day of work would hopefully be educational..... Turning back to the other two. He raised a hand, not sure the way to wave goodbye in Japanese...Silly culture. “I’ve got works girls. I’ll See you round the school.” With that, he turned tail and headed for the roof door. Walking back into the halls, the seemed barren compared to the slew of students that darkened the hallways before. The lack of sound was actually peaceful. No people poking fun, no people talking behind his back. Roland rushed through the halls. ((edit)) ((I’m so brain dead, I just don’t know what to post XP I is shamed of such shortness))