True American Hero

I'm Cory Baxter and I live in the White House. Pet rat, Lionel, is my best friend.

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((RP isn't really my forte so I don't constantly check this blog, but if you replied to a thread or want me to reply to yours or w/e, just message me on my main and I'll be over in a jiffy))

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Waking Up; Open post

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A friend of the president? Niko did not plan to offend or make the kid feel bad in any way, but he knew he had to be more careful. If he had such powerful connections he could be useful one day. Niko was no hypocrite, but he knew how to use opportunities.

“You can go whenever you wish, they’re free”, Niko said, he even thought of making an announcement inviting everyone to his self defense classes. “The president? I’ve never met anyone that interesting.”

He didn’t mention the most important people he knew were criminals, drug dealers and assassins. That was completely confidential.

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"Well, Mr. Bellic, maybe I'll take you up on that offer. I have a little something-something I can whip up that maybe you won't be able to defend against." Cory was talking about something akin to sumo wrestling. He was a chubby boy in Japan after all. "But as for the President, he's a bit of a loon, if you know what I'm saying."

"Wait a second, you don't look very Japanese at all... So, where ya from?"

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(( asdfghjkl;' I can't eVEN RIGHT NOW YOU GET ALL THE AWARDS ALL OF THEM ))

((I'm so sorry))

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cory make a contract with kyuubey

Can I read the fine print first?

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Waking Up; Open post

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“No problem. Just try to watch your step next time”, Niko said. He was distracted thinking about life and how people lived so he didn’t notice Cory, neither when he fell.

Niko looked at Cory, examining him. He didn’t find anything wrong, he didn’t sense any supernatural powers or hidden abilities, just a regular kid. Niko thought only special kids were sent to the school, but he was disappointed.

“I’m Niko Bellic, self-defense teacher”, he shook Cory’s hand. “A pleasure to meet you, Cory.”

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S-s-self-defense teacher! Cory stuttered in his own thoughts. I don't wanna mess with this one. Cory focused on the teacher. Mr. Bellic was rugged, surely he shouldn't be in a place with students. He looked more like a murderer than a self-defense teacher.

"Uh, hello, Mr. Bellic." Cory stopped shaking his hand, but his grip remained firm. "So, self-defense? Maybe I'll stop by your class one of these days. People don't normally mess with me, because, uh, ya know," Cory shifted his shoulders with a bit of attitude and regency, "well, Mr. Bellic, you see, I'm friends with the president." Cory's teeth were slightly visible through a cocky smirk.

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omfg i love you

Well, I don't mind having some male fans too...

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A rip-roaring time. [Open]

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For the first time ever, the man didn't have anything to say. His brow furrowed in thought as he saw the young american approach him. He even physically moved a bokken out of the way to do so. Normally, people wouldn't dare. However this kid was, he stuck out like a sore thumb.

Masamune lowered his weapon slowly, not sure as to how to act next, but opted for the teacher’s approach. “I’m Date Masamune. The AP English teacher.” He didn’t feel the need to mirror the friendly expression he was given due to his mild confusion.

“Ya….lost? Che. You’ve got some nerve.” He rolled his shoulders and closed his eye to collect his thoughts, “not many would do what you just did, Mr Entrepreneur.”

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"You say you teach English?" For an English teacher, the lack of proper form was poison coming from this guy's mouth. "So, uh, Mr. Dante--or wait, help me with your name again. Dahn-tay Mah-sah-moo-nee." Geez, who knew Japanese people named their children after Italian authors.

"Well, anyway, I'm not lost." Cory smirked. "If you teach English, I'm right were I belong. I would appreciate it if you didn't try to hurt me with that sword, Mr. Sensei." With a bit of sass, Cory motioned his hand to his pocket to attract attention to his phone. "I always have my lawyer on the other line."

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Waking Up; Open post

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Niko Bellic had some sort of luck in the school that he saw people falling in front of him. He thought people lost their balance when they changed school or workplace. Was that common?

“Hey, be careful. You don’t want to get yourself killed”, Niko said and offered a hand to help the young man.

He then examined said young man carefully. He looked like someone accustomed to live with money, probably an easy life and lots of fun. Niko never liked people like that much, but he worked in a school now and had to treat everyone nice.

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Be careful? This guy clearly tripped Cory. He looked kind of scary, so Cory found it best not to push it. Cory grabbed his hand. "Thanks."

Pulling on the man's hand, Cory rose with an air of dignity. His first day of school and already he made a fool of himself. He wouldn't let that get him down.

"So, uh, who are you?" Cory looked the stranger straight in the eyes, uncomfortably so. He reached his hand out. "Cory's the name." 

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A rip-roaring time. [Open]

A smirk graced his features. The new blood that was strolling in from whatever circus they came from caused him to let a derisive snort escape his being. Well, he might be a teacher, but he could have some fun with this. Nobody likes a stiff anyway. This time, he didn’t have Kojuro to hold him back. He was going to let loose and have a wild time.

During his teens, he was a conqueror. He, accompanied by his gang of delinquents, would take over place to place, feared for his infamous and explosive fighting technique. Skilled with a sword, he rivaled that of a seasoned master. He even possessed the skill to handle six at one time, although he never implemented that ability unless someone came along that was worthy enough.

He had already “borrowed” a bokuto from the kendo club and was practicing his swings in a secluded part of the grounds.

“This way, nobody will interfere.” Without a rival, his regime has become sloppy however, his desire to fight still burns within. “Che. Life’s boring nowadays. What happened to the cool parties.” It was safe to say that settling down was probably not the former one eyed dragon’s thing. It would even be wrong to say former. No, he was simply dormant. There are still many who would cower at the name of Oshu’s number one.

All was going well before Masamune heard footsteps approaching and all he wanted was for it to be someone who could handle themselves in a fight. Who cares if he gets fired.

  “Excellent.” That was the only word to escape his lips before pointing the end of the bokken in the other’s direction, egging them on to react.

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"W-what are you doing!" Cory gasped. His backpack dropped of his shoulders and onto the ground. The Japanese man in front of him seemed out of place. Seeing how it was a Japanese school, that was rather odd, but Cory still wasn't used to it. 

"Look, I don't want any trouble." Straightening out his shoulders, Cory tried to reach for the backpack. Who carries a sword around a school anyway? At second glance, the sword was wooden rather than cold steel, but the inquiry remained the same. 

With a cheeky smile, Cory pushed the sword out of the way. "Cory Baxter. Entrepreneur. Nice to meet ya."

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Waking Up; Open post

With a moan, Cory pried his eyes open. Yesterday, he was dropped off at some weird school in Japan. His sister warned him about it, so it must get zany sometime soon. But for some reason, the air told him it was a different kind if zany. With one yawn, Cory felt gross morning breath escape his lips. He trudged to the bathroom and prepared his good looks.

He stood in front of the closet full of polo shirts and cargo shorts. "Well, I won't be needing these," he muttered as he put on the required school uniform. As a little Cory touch, he scrapped the rightful tie, and in place put on one with dollar bills covering it. Looking at the clock, he realized he was almost going to be almost late. He flew himself out the door, toast in mouth.

Punctual as always, Cory was almost at his first period class when he tripped. His knee hit the ground with a small thud. Cory brought himself up and coughed "dang," as he noticed a behind him. He looked up see the cause of this little incident. It was none other than...

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I don't want to go to a new school... I'll take care of it tomorrow.