The Academy Years (17 year olds)

[The Mentalist]

(STARTS HERE: forum.fanfiction.net/topic/69408/25015900/38/)
Setting: Gallifrey. Senior years in the Academy for Doctor, friends and enemies.


The Academy was a busy place, it was the first day back. The bell had just rang, signaling the start of classes and a massive intake of students. All the brightest children on Gallifrey went there, to an extent. They'd all passed the initiation ceremony, which took a degree of intellect and guts. It was sufficient for submission.

It was a new year, finally. The red-head lent on the railing on the fifth floor, watching everyone flood in from below. Last year had been a little bit of problem, he'd barely passed his exams and gained even more infamous reputation. He put his hand round the railing, his thoughts wandering as the mass of students continued to flood up the stairs. Between all the people, the ideas and his actions, last year had been incredibly counter active. His therapy hadn't been working, the dosage of his medication wasn't enough to contain him and it was at the legal limit, his parents had become incredibly distant and he'd crept even more into the darkness. He'd rid the planet a few people in that space and he had the whole police force, trying to track his anonymous murders. His friends hadn't left him yet, but they were almost as disturbed as him, so it made sense. But still, there were a few benefits from last year. His favorite victim, one of the idiot twins as he'd nicknamed them, had become even more terrified and he'd finally discovered the beauty of women. Of course, they'd not found him all that beautiful, but in his eyes, it didn't have to be mutual.

He shook it off, now watching the volume of people approach him. He spotted three people he wanted to talk to, but two could wait. He'd catch them for now, but the final person needed to be spoken to now. he needed some money for lunch, after all.

Patiently waiting for the mass to go past, he gently slipped in as they went back and grabbed the jacket of his victim. He dragged him, watching him stumble a little to an empty part of the corridor. He hadn't said a word until now,
"Hey there Hunter."

He turned and threw him against the wall.
"I hope you'll enjoy this year at school, welcome back. Now, give me your money, I'm broke, and you're my cash cow."

He paused and with a free hand, rubbed his nose. Unfortunately, that caused a switch in his personality, his core receding and his most prominent alter to take hold. He was very impatient and much fouler than his counterpart. He screamed at Tyler,
"NOW!"

He stared Tyler, eyes stained with rage and anger. He really was disturbed, The Mentalist very true to his chosen name.

[The Tenth Doctor]

Tyler stared at The Mentalist, clearly afraid.

Sweat was forming just under his blond hairline. His palms were likewise.

"I...uh....don't have much today....but....here you go..." Tyler reached into his pocket and pulled out the money that he had with him.

The Hunter did not want to mess with this person. He had heard rumors that the Mentalist had murdered people, and this man's alter was even more dangerous. He knew that from experience.

Last year hadn't exactly been a treat, either. Where was his brother? And where were his friends? Frantically, he searched around the intimidating frame of the Mentalist.

[The Mentalist]

The Mentalist took the money from Tyler, looking at, scrutinising it. His eyes left Tyler to look at the coins only to look back up at him, laughing in disbelief. He could see the fear in his eyes, but that only fed him more.
"Is this some kind of joke?"

He threw the measly pennies on the floor, hearing them clang off of the polished floor,
"You and I must have a different sense of humour. I'll ask you again, give me your money."

He gritted his teeth. If this wasn't satisfactory, The Hunter would have had a nasty start to the year, a beating here and no doubt a broken bone or two,
"Well, GIVE IT!"

He outstreched his palm again, a long but dull scar just peeking over his thumb join. That had been a recent addition, a little mishap with a kitchen knife, or so he told his friends. But it had been far darker than that.

[The Tenth Doctor]

Tyler looked back at the Mentalist. "That's....that's all I have...."

The Hunter saw the scar on the Mentalist's thumb. He'd seen the Mentalist's scars before, and he knew that they didn't just get there by accident. If the rumors were true, the Mentalist had murdered people. Something like that really wouldn't have surprised Tyler much. He'd been hurt by the Mentalist before, himself...

He was started to tremble now. What would the Mentalist do to him?

"I....I packed my lunch today....." Tyler gestured to his book bag. "But I might have some money in my locker...."

[The First Doctor]

Nathanufdofehadik - Nathan for short, "Thete" to his friends, and sometimes mockingly called "Doctor" for his bookish ways - made his way through the corridor. He paid only enough attention to what was going on around him to keep from colliding with anyone - he really didn't like most of the people in the school enough to give them any real thought.

And he hated the school.

He hated the awkward scholastic robes. He hated the regulation. He hated the way that, just as a topic was getting interesting, he had to put it aside and move on to a different topic. He hated the politics, and the smugness of the Loomed full-blooded Gallifreyans, and the way he had to work ten times as hard to get half the recognition they got.

"When I'm President of the Council," he muttered, "That'll show them..."

Something registered through his self-absorption. One of the other things he hated about the school.

The bullies.

"Oy!" he shouted at the red-head (I do like that hair color, he thought absently, I hope that I get it when I regenerate eventually). "Let go of my brother!"

[The Tenth Doctor]

Tyler sent a telepathic message to Theta, "Please...just go away....you'll only make things worse. This will be over soon....please...just go find Kyra or something. I don't want you to get hurt, and there isn't any need for you to get involved. The Mentalist's never really bothered you that much...not the way he has me."

Tyler hated the thought of his brother seeing him get beaten up, and he didn't want to have any of them associated with the Mentalist. Still scared of the red head, but even more scared for his friends, he continued the message, "Please...just keep our friends away from this. I can handle it. And don't tell dad."

(Also...this is still the School Days board. Lovely post...but are you going to play Koschei and the Doctor? I was going to play the Doctor for this thread, but if you really want him, I can give him to you since you play the First Doctor as an adult)

[The First Doctor]

"Please...just go away....you'll only make things worse. This will be over soon....please...just go find Kyra or something. I don't want you to get hurt, and there isn't any need for you to get involved. The Mentalist's never really bothered you that much...not the way he has me."

Thete could feel the psychic overtones of the message - the fear and shame of being beaten in front of witnesses, the deep fear that the Mentalist would hurt his family and friends more.

"Please...just keep our friends away from this. I can handle it. And don't tell dad."

And to tell the truth, there was a quick and shameful moment in which Thete considered doing just that. It would be easier, in the long run. His brother would heal, they could make up some story about an accident, and nobody would be any the wiser...

He shook his head. Well...it is a fact, Tyler, that I do tend to get involved, he responded telepathically. Besides, if I left, I'd have to find a new name. Because I wouldn't be your brother anymore.

Dropping his satchel to the ground, he widened his stance and fixed the Mentalist with a level stare. "Now," he said slowly, "I believe we were just getting to the part in which you unhand my brother and run along."

(OOC: Yeah, I'd love to play the First Doctor here. I like the idea of him as an angry and rebellious teenager. I figured I'd be playing Koschei as well, exploring his transitional state into becoming the Master, as the sound of the drums begins to drive him further and further into madness.)

[The Mentalist]

The Mentalist still had a good grip of Tyler's jacket, refusing to let go just yet. He'd heard Theta before, asking him to leave his brother alone. Now, he was in front of him, staring him down and asking the same again, but in a much more 'hardcore' way. The Mentalist let out a laugh. This boy had no idea who he was messing with.
"Really? Really Doccy? What would you do if I didn't? Hit me with a book? Oh, why didn't you call yourself The Comedian, always joking around like that. You run along, before I get you involved in this."

His meaning was clear and strong, the red-head was not kidding and nor was he messing around. He meant exactly what he said, Theta would be thrown about just the same as his sibling.

Seeing that Theta wasn't going to budge, The Mentalist smirked. The two brothers had brought this on themselves. Picking up Theta by his robes, grabbed Tyler by his jacket and hoisted both off of the ground. Noticing the lockers nearby, he threw Tyler into the row of them, then his brother soon after. The Mentalist made sure they both hit each other and the same locker.

Speaking to both of them as he turned away, he shoved his hands in his jeans pockets, searching for his lighter. He didn't wear robes to school, he hated school and he didn't even stay for many classes so there was no point. Plus they looked idiotic, so he refused to wear them. It was fine though, no-one argued with him and these brothers wouldn't even dare try it.
"I want that money by the end of the third class of the day, both of you. Don't care how I get it, but I want it in my hand by then. Clear enough?"

He took the lighter out of his pocket, with a cigarette in his other hand. As it sat in between his two fingers, he stuck in his mouth, lit it and smoked. He spoke to the two of them again, between breaths,
"I won't be here from the fourth class onward, so if you're late- well, I think you know the drill by now Hunter. Please inform your idiot twin on what happens, so I don't have to."

He gave a snicker, walked away and out of the corridor into another one. He didn't care if the two brothers got up. As long as he got the money, everything was just fine.

[The First Doctor]

Thete picked himself up - and that was a lot easier, now that he no longer needed the leg braces - and dusted himself off. "Well, that didn't go quite how I expected it. No matter, though."

He offered his brother a hand up. "Are you all right, Tyler?"

[The Fifth Doctor]

Yadsh stood out the front of the academy, another year, here we go again...

He pushed open the doors, and walked in, with a small smirk on his face.

Yadsh was a clown, always had been, he passed the Mentalist, smoking a ciggy, Yadsh had considered smoking, but he figured it'd interrupt his flow, smokers cough and all, he had smoked one once, nearly choked on it, funnily enough, it was supplied by the Mentalist, he probably poisoned it.

Look at the Mentalist, he chuckled, and said,
"I see your leg's better Mental."

He got himself prepared for a punch in the face.
He had gotten used to it by now.

((I have to introduce Yadsh into a little kids thread soon, or make one.))

[The Tenth Doctor]

As Theta refused to budge and actually made himself a target of the Mentalist, Tyler let out a sigh. Glaring at his brother for not doing as Tyler had asked him, he was not surprised by the Mentalist's next move. The Mentalist had grabbed Theta now as well as himself.

Tyler responded to the telepathic message, "You know you don't always have to protect me...I was trying to protect you from him....the Mentalist. I've had experience with him before. There is a reason that I didn't want you to get involved. Making sure that the others are safe wouldn't make you less of a brother at all."

Moments later Tyler was thrown into a locker, and then his brother after him. His left arm happened to hit the locker, and then he landed on it as he hit the ground. Waves of pain hit him.

Tyler moaned in pain as he continued to lie on the ground. He'd have to gather up the coins that he had, and then he'd have to get his brother to give him his own money....and then maybe see if any of his other friends could spare some cash.

Rubbing his arm, when the Mentalist started smoking, Tyler began to cough. He hated it when people smoked in his presence due to his breathing problems. Glaring at the Mentalist, Tyler listened to what the red head said.

However, he wasn't planning on saying anything to Theta about the consequences of not being there. Tyler planned to come alone. His brother had gotten too involved in this already, and he certainly wasn't going to tell his twin the spot that the Mentalist always met Tyler at for one of these confrontations. Theta was better off not knowing.

Tyler accepted his brother's hand, however he didn't mention to him that his arm had been injured. He'd talk to the Guitarist about that. The Guitarist was Tyler's best friend, after all, and he seemed to know a bit about injuries. He didn't want to tell Theta anything that would make his brother do something stupid.

"Thanks," Tyler said as he was helped up. "I...I'm all right....."

Tyler began gathering the money that the Mentalist had thrown on the floor.

"Don't mess with the Mentalist....trust me....you're in over your head this time, Theta. I'll take care of the situation with him," Tyler announced to his brother.

The Mentalist had gone off down the hall, for which Tyler was thankful. However, his coughing continued.

"You'd better get to your class," Tyler advised his twin. "Or you're going to be late. We're in different classes for first period...I checked. Mine is close to where we are now....so I'll see you later."
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It was then that Eiougougol strolled into his classroom. He'd passed Theta and Tyler on the way, making sure to spit in their direction. The appearance of Tyler's left arm didn't escape Eiougougol's notice. He smirked when he saw it.

[The Guitarist]

A door on the eighth floor swang open, slamming off the wall. The corridor had been empty before, but not anymore. An older teenager, wearing a grey t-shirt and dark denim jeans, emerged, throwing on a pair or robes. His hair and stubble were very short, but a newly inked tattoo shone on his fore arm, soon getting covered by the ridiculous robes. He had a black fabric case strapped on his back, a pick still in his hand. Earphone wires stuck out from his t-shirt underneath and the music in his ears blared.

He was late. Again. First day back, this wasn't a good start. He'd spent too much time in the music rooms, just playing his guitar for at least an hour and the clock had broken. At least, that would be the excuse he'd use for turning up late for class.

The teen kept running down the corridor, looking around at the empty space. He bit his lip, thinking to himself.
"Man, this is not good. I'm a senior now, this ain't a very good example to give to the kids. Ah, who am I kidding, I should be on time more. I'm supposed to be a man now..."

Taking a turn down to the stairs, he took the first half of a flight of stairs at a slower pace, scared he'd break his guitar on his back. At the small mid landing, he looked between himself and the rail and his music hit a high. He grinned and jumped up onto the rail, sitting on it at first and sliding. It was far quicker than walking and since no-one was around, it was fine! He gave a small whee as he hit the seventh then sixth, breaking out into a run and huge smile on his face. He was at least eighteen, but he still acted like a kid at times.

As his feet hit the fifth floor, he saw someone standing by the locker and picking something up. Under normal circumstances, the teen would've dusted himself down and whistled it off, but this wasn't a time for that. He'd seen his best friend and his brother. He'd known both for over ten years now. But Tyler looked hurt. And on the first day back, not even into one class. The Guitarist felt a sickness in his stomach. He had a feeling this wasn't going to be a good year.

The Guitarist ran over to his friend, kneeling down on the ground and picking up the change from the floor for his friend. The coughs coming from his friend did not sound healthy at all and he could smell a tiny hint of smoke in the air. It smelt like cigarette smoke and the teen guitarist felt a bead of sweat drip off of him as the change was in his grasp. another fell off until he started to sweat. Biting his lip, he thought to himself,
"Come on man, you had one before you came into school. Just hang on until break, skip the third class and go for one. But don't show Tyler, don't show it now, he'd hate me if he found out I smoke..."

The Guitarist stood back upright, all the change in his hands and chatted to Tyler, giving him a small comfort hug. He was quite an affectionate boy, yet it never looked soppy. He always played it cool but he loved nothing more than a hug between friends.
"Hey Hunt, this yours by any chance? Ha, how are you doing, you okay? That cough sounds pretty bad. Oh, yeah, hey Theta. Mind telling me what just went on? It's not like you to drop change Ty."

He wasn't all that keen on Theta but he had to put up with him, as he was Tyler's twin. The Guitarist had often wondered how twins could be so different. As he let of Tyler, he gave him a small slap on the back, as a way of saying hello. The teen just hoped and prayed he'd got rid of all the traces of smoke on him...

The musician waited patiently for an answer.

[The Tenth Doctor]

The Hunter looked up at the sound of his best friend's voice.

"The Mentalist came along," Tyler replied to his best friend.

Tyler smiled at the comfort hug, although he was in pain from his injuries.

"Hmmm...I thought that maybe the Mentalist broke my arm, but I don't know....it hurts, but it might just be badly bruised. You grabbed it anyway...want to take a look? Maybe I don't have to go to the nurse."

"And yeah....that's my change...thank you...." he responded, still coughing. "And yeah.....asthma...I'll be fine...."

He didn't notice that the Guitarist smelled faintly of smoke.

[The First Doctor]

"Thanks," Tyler said as he was helped up. "I...I'm all right....."

"Really?" Thete responded. "It rather looked to me like you were almost the storybook picture of not all right, and you don't look all right now."

Tyler began gathering the money that the Mentalist had thrown on the floor, and Thete bent down to help. Shortly, the Guitarist joined them. Thete tried hard not to comment on the scent of burnt tobacco - Honestly, how did such a short-lived Solarian fad catch on here?. The Guitarist was his brother's friend, after all.

"Don't mess with the Mentalist....trust me....you're in over your head this time, Theta. I'll take care of the situation with him," Tyler announced to his brother.

"In over my head? With that... that..." he struggled for the right phrase, "that two-bit thug? Absurd." He grimaced. "Let me help you take care of the situation with him. Better yet, let me round up Drax and Koschei as well, and the four of us can take care of the situation with him."

The Mentalist had gone off down the hall, for which Tyler was thankful. However, his coughing continued.

The Guitarist stood back upright, all the change in his hands and chatted to Tyler, giving him a small comfort hug. He was quite an affectionate boy, yet it never looked soppy. He always played it cool but he loved nothing more than a hug between friends.
"Hey Hunt, this yours by any chance? Ha, how are you doing, you okay? That cough sounds pretty bad. Oh, yeah, hey Theta. Mind telling me what just went on? It's not like you to drop change Ty."

"The Mentalist came along," Tyler replied.

"The Mentalist," Thete said at almost the same instant.

"Hmmm...I thought that maybe the Mentalist broke my arm, but I don't know....it hurts, but it might just be badly bruised. You grabbed it anyway...want to take a look? Maybe I don't have to go to the nurse."

"Seriously?" Thete looked outraged. "That's it, Tyler. Someone needs to teach that thug a lesson. I'm getting Drax and Kos. You want in on this too, Guitarist?"

"And yeah....that's my change...thank you...." he responded, still coughing. "And yeah.....asthma...I'll be fine...."

"You'd better get to your class," Tyler advised his twin. "Or you're going to be late. We're in different classes for first period...I checked. Mine is close to where we are now....so I'll see you later."

"I can afford to be late. I want to make sure your arm is all right."

It was then that Eiougougol strolled into his classroom. He'd passed Theta and Tyler on the way, making sure to spit in their direction. The appearance of Tyler's left arm didn't escape Eiougougol's notice. He smirked when he saw it.

"You know," Thete said loudly, "I'm studying comparative cultures this semester. It seems that, on Arrakis and a number of other water-poor worlds, the gift of your body's moisture is a sign of the utmost respect."

[The Tenth Doctor]

Tyler simply shook his head at his brother. "No....no....no! Don't get anyone else involved, please. I just have to come up with the money to pay the Mentalist off, and everything will be fine. And I'm not going to see the nurse until after third period...if I even need to."

He frowned slightly. In his relief in seeing the Guitarist, he'd forgotten that his brother was right there as well. Otherwise he wouldn't have mentioned that he thought that his arm was broken.

"I....I don't think that it's really broken...it's probably just bruised. I'll be fine, and I can't go anywhere until after third period anyway....so I'm going to go off to my class now."

Telepathically, Tyler sent the Guitarist a message, "Hey....can you look over my arm.....just don't tell Theta your findings. I really hope that the Mentalist isn't in any of Theta's classes.....Theta's just going to make things worse for me...and him...and all our other friends."

Eiougougol, whose class wasn't out of hearing range from Theta's comment, stomped back out of his classroom. "What was that that you said to me? You want to say it again...to my face, Bookworm?"