Janus 'Jane' Jones
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There was a groan of nervesnous in Janus' tone. He was nervous and insecure, and he did not like that at all. Had he been here for the whole semester he would be more comfortable, but, as it is, he moved here half a semester ago. All the way from America. He felt helpless and afraid, and Janus does not react well to that.
He prayed silently to whatever gods would listen to him, hoping that he had not failed miserably. He looked down at the peice of paper that could save or possibly ruin his entire summer:
Algebra 2: A+
Biology: A
Literature: A
Japanese: C+
(He got half the usual classes cause he was here for half of the final semester)
He frowned at his final grade, but wasn't exactly surprised. It would take a lot longer than that to fully immerse himself in the language. At least he did well in Literature, since that wasn't his strong point.
After that, Janus breezed through the rest of the school, spending lunch with Laura as he usually did. Mike would soon accompany them. Sometimes he wondered if Mike felt threatened by him. However, these thoughts were always accompanied by the reminer that Janus' relationship was only platonic in nature. He saw Laura as a friend, and Mike probably knew that.
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"Oh, brother," Janus muttered before raising his voice, "Alright, you have two options. A) You and your cronies can get out of my way, or B) I will knock you down and use you as a door mat."
He was currently threatening a small band of local street thugs, who figured he'd make an easy target to rob. Janus didn't know why such lowlife kept picking on him, he was a lot stronger than most. He was slightly impressed that they knew fluent English, but that was it.
They advanced slowly, Janus sighed. One went straight for him, club in the air, ready to strike. Janus merely extended his left hand, catching the weapon in mid attack.
He was nonchallant at first "You've chosen B)," but then went in at full rage, "So now you shall suffer." He sent his fist straight into the man's stomach, causing him to double over.
Janus shoved him to the side. Though he was bruising for a fight, he had no time for this. He went into full charge, bounding past the floored goon and charging into the man in front. The force of Janus' body caused the man to be propelled backward on the concrete sidewalk and into two other goons who were promptly disposed of by Janus' rhinocerous-style rampage.
Skidding to a halt, he turned around to see that what remained of the small party where now running away like headless chickens.
"Idiots," he said, "Wasn't even trying."
The rest of his voyage home was pretty eventless. He walked into his room, placed a CD into the radio, and began to thumb through one of his science books when the phone rang.
He grumbled, but picked up the phone, "This had better not be a telemarketer."
Be in the park tommorow morning....there we will prove your meaning... a strange look overwent his face, he was both confused and agitated to great extent.
"..."
"..."
"...what the hell was that?"
He assumed this was some new style of harrassment being performed by an obnoxious/perverted twelve year old with too much free time; Janus had some experience with that. He quickly dialed Laura's number; maybe she had come across this, too.