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From the archives of the Equality Persistence Orphanage : Switzerland : Location Classified : But probably somewhere northeast, just for continuity reasons
Subjects : Jann Lee; Bayman Insert Common Russian Last Name
Jann Lee came to the EP Orphanage at age eleven, after being found wandering around Beijing, China, skipping from one theater to another trying to illegally watch free viewings of Martial Arts films. He foolishly stumbled into a Bruce Lee marathon and was picked up by a special agent sent specially from Thailand to deal with such gifted children. Street children usually aren't preferred for such an esteemed Orphanage, but his power level was so far off the scale of normality, he was given special clearance as a candidate.
He and this Thai agent, a "Protector", battled for some time, Muay Thai against the beginnings of Jeet Kune Do, but eventually Jann Lee relented and was brought in. He is a loner around the other children, not responding to much of anything. An introverted child, or perhaps just a jerk who thinks he's better than everyone else. Such things will be decided soon, but for now, he isn't a threat to the safety of others.
Bayman however is the exact opposite of the young Chinese prodigy. He is the Russian Representative in the EP Orphanage, but after much deliberation from the staff, this decision may not have been the wisest. He is by far the most troublesome child in the facility, ranging from, but not limited to, his profane mouth, refusal to obey simple instructions, humorless pranks, and hostile crimes of vandalism to Orphanage Property.
One such example, the Headmistress found the troubled boy slamming holes into the walls of the medical office with a knife and spoon, used as one would a hammer and chisel. The Headmistress, motherly and strict Amalda Huber, asked why he was placing holes into her walls. An obdurate Bayman looked up petulantly, spat once onto the floor, and responded with a much inappropriate, "I don't make the holes, beyatch, I make em bigger! Yours however, I had nothing to do with, but I'm sure you could ask any man in the surrounding area!"
Bayman has received lashings everyday since he has arrived, some days more than once. He obviously isn't any sort of masochist since he cries and yells whenever his punishment is meted out, but such amercement does not yield him in the slightest. Perhaps one day, his true psyche will be revealed, but if not, the incinerator may not be the worst option, that is, if his massive head will fit through the hatch.
The breakfast bell sounds at exactly 6:40 in the morning, as it does everyday, and thirty four of the children in the EP Orphanage all wake and crawl out of their bunk beds, alert and ready for the day. The thirty fifth however, takes a second to languidly wipe his bulgy eyes, stretch his plump arms high over his global head, and drags his slippered feet to the organized line of children walking down the long white walled hallway. All of the children are still dressed in their identical light blue pajamas, the only difference is each of their unique national flags sewed onto the right breast of their short sleeved shirts.
Bayman slides into the line next to the shifty eyed Mexican representative, Aurelio, and the pasty boy from Norway, Frode, his only two friends in the entire facility. Bayman runs his palms down the front of his un-tucked shirt trying to iron out the wrinkles, but to no avail. Aurelio looks over and chuckles amused,
"The Headmistress is going to get you again, Bay, thats real." Bayman looks over with a confident smirk,
"Nah man, I'm thirteen today, everybody is exempt from punishment on their birthdays. I might even get some from Tanya today, I'm a teenager now! I'm turning over a new leaf." Bayman grins from ear to ear as he looks ahead in the line to see the tall Swedish beauty, blond hair flowing from head to thighs, all fifteen years of curvature.
Both Aurelio and Frode burst into laughter, knowing Bayman has no chance with the most popular girl in the orphanage, and overhearing, Abdullah, the African boy adds his own cackle,
"You wouldn't need a big leaf to cover that embarrassing ding-ding of yours." Bayman tolerates his friends berating him, but not the 'click-click' boy who thinks he's some sort of brave warrior, still dancing in the bushes of his savage lands.
"What did you just say, boy?" Bayman scowls daggers at the much taller, and much older boy, and quite foolishly since Abdullah carries his tribal spear with him wherever he goes. No weapons are allowed indoors, but none of the Orphanage staff have the courages to take it from him. Tall, muscular, and although he's only fourteen, he's got a full grown beard and probably some kids! Behind him stands his harem of girls which include the Navajo girl, Susanne, who claims she's a mystical priestess, the Italian girl, Paola who's always mumbling about whacking people, which excites Bayman only because he's an idiot, and lastly the Canadian girl, Penelope, whom seems normal enough on the outside, but is suspected to worship Stan, the Lord of Darkness himself.
"I know you didn't just call Abdullah 'boy'!" Penelope steps forwards as Paola points her hand out, with her fingers in a form of a gun and Bayman recoils. Abdullah hefts his spear high, with a menacing gleam in his eyes, but one of the male staff members rushes forwards, wearing his black uniform.
"Bayman stop causing problems and stop holding up the line!"
"This nig--this young man was trying to impale me, sir. I promise I didn't--"
"Shut up, Bayman, and move along. King Abdullah, sorry my people oppress you, keep up the struggle."
The staff member rushes away in fear and Bayman turns back around with a scowl, but he's determined to show that he's a changed boy. Especially if Tanya will notice him, or even that cute Japanese girl Kumiko. Ohhh, what he wouldn't give to be her kimono. Bayman shakes away the thought,
"New leaf, new leaf. What I wouldn't give to take her out for some green tea at a strip club. That's better." Bayman smiles proudly and continues down the corridor towards the cafeteria.
Jann Lee glowers over his plastic tray of runny eggs, burnt bacon, and stale toast, sitting by himself in the far back corner of the large cafeteria, the same place he has been sitting for the last two years. The circular tables are made to fit at least four, but Jann has pushed the other three chairs away. Every other orphan knows not to come close, but thats not to say sometimes they don't think about it. That ugly duckling Dorota from Ukraine is always looking over towards him, but then again she makes cow eyes at big headed Bayman as well.
Jann dives his plastic spoon into the eggs and grimaces before eating the bland bite. He glances upwards as he sees a wave from the young Vietnamese boy, Quang. Jann doesn't mind the new arrival, but he's not looking to get the boy's hopes up by making friends with him, only to abandon him as soon as his plan reaches fruition. Jann ignores the boy as the terrible threesome walks into the cafeteria, late as usual.
Jann doesn't pay much mind as he returns to his meal, but is pulled back at hearing Bayman's shrill voice,
"It's my birthday, Jones! Just one more piece of bacon! I'm not asking for a run at your daughter!" Bayman is reduced to futile begging as his henchmen drag him away and Jann shakes his head and picks up a piece of crispy bacon. He brings it to his mouth, but the burnt stench sends his stomach tumbling and he tosses it back on his tray and slides the plastic away.
"You wasting food?" Frode asks in his thick accent and Jann looks up to see the terrible threesome crowded around his table.
"That fat bastard Jones hoards all the bacon, and here you're wasting it!" Bayman balls up his fist as if to do something, but Jann isn't intimidated in the slightest. The only other orphan that could even give him a challenge is Afro Thunder, but that wouldn't be much of a fight after he loses his spear.
"Take it then." Jann says in his low solemn voice, sliding the tray towards his idiot of a bunk mate, but Bayman shakes his head fervently,
"I don't need your pity! I'm a teenager now! If I wanted it i could just—" Bayman trails off and his brow furrows, as if he's battling inwardly, and surprisingly backs away, "You know what, forget it, pork is unclean anyways...I hear..."
"Que tal, Bay? What you doing?" Aurelio asks bemused, but Bayman simply walks away towards another table, and his henchmen look at each other with confused glances and then rush to follow him. Jann doesn't worry too much as to what just happened, simply dives into his pocket for his ten cent kung-fu manual that he received from an old homeless man in China and thumbs through it until breakfast is over.
After breakfast, the orphans shower and dress into their white and blue uniforms, same as their pajamas mostly identical, and head out for yard activities. Bayman, Aurelio, and Frode all rush to the concrete basketball court, running as fast as they can, but they are no match to the long, powerful legs of Abdullah, and he beats them there.
"Beat it you scavengers, this is my house!" Abdullah cackles bouncing the basketball rapidly in one hand, his spear in the other, and Aurelio steps forwards,
"You have five seconds, skid mark. Yo putas aint here to block us this time."
"Basketball is my country's sport! Go play soccer...my bad, 'futbol.'" Abdullah doubles over in laughter and Aurelio clinches his teeth. Frode claps Bayman on the shoulder,
"Let's deal with him!"
Bayman looks from his friends, then to the towering Abdullah, and then over his shoulder to beautiful Tanya whom is doing gymnastics with some of the other girls, and then back again, catching a glimpse of his bunk-mate sulking by himself over near the impenetrable security fence.
"Maybe we can let him have it this time..." Bayman swallows weakly and his friends both scowl at him,
"You serious? Bay, you starting to act like a lil bitch." Aurelio demands furiously and Frode nods,
"Go play with Quang and Clive if you want to be weak and smily-smily all the time! We have a reputation to uphold. For three years, kid!"
Bayman turns around and walks away, trying not to listen to Frode and Aurelio berating him from the court. For once, he actually feels good about himself. All he needs to do is gain enough light side points to impress Tanya or Kumiko, and then he'll revert to his old self, that should work just fine. He plops down in the grass where the seven girls are doing squats and bends, looking as graceful as the pure swans as they are. Unfortunately, butter faced Dorota is the only one that waves at him, ruining the moment completely.
"She was on that show 'The Ugly Duckling' and got voted off first if I do recall. Something about scaring off viewers and cameramen alike..."
After an equally disgusting lunch, the children gather in the computer laboratory and complete their electronic lessons for the day under the watchful eye of five supervisors, four of which crowd around Bayman's station to insure that he doesn't cheat.
"I told you, I'm a changed man! I'm like Carlito, I've rehabillitated myself." Bayman explains and the four men look from one to the other and then back at Bayman,
"Who the hell is Carlito?"
"Al Pac—oh yea...uh, some guy on the television the other day...yea...not important."
Bayman clicks on the 'submit' button to send his half-assed lessons to the central computer to be graded and the supervisors recede and exit the room, allowing the children the freedom to use the Internet as they please, as long as the 'Net Nanny' decrees the site is morally acceptable. Bayman thinks to continue his search for a pornography site that slipped through the cracks, but he decides against it.
He looks over his shoulder and sees Jann with wide eyed astonishment plastered on his face, the lucky bastard sitting next to Tanya. slip through?" Bayman asks, sliding his rolling chair towards Jann, but his cautious bunk-mate quickly closes the window with a glare,
"I don't look at such things."
"Who are you, The Carver?" Bayman jokes with a giggle and then looks over at Tanya, looking at some cute baby clothing site. She's just so beautiful and pure sitting over—
"Wait, baby clothes!" Bayman leans in closer and Tanya squeals as she flails her arms from the startled movement, sending Bayman crumbling from his seat. The other orphans begin to laugh, Aurelio and Frode making their derision blatantly the loudest. Bayman's cheeks redden, and not only from the powerful attack. Bayman picks himself up and rushes out of the room, but doesn't get far before the next bell rings, signaling the pre-dinner nap.
Bayman ignores it and continues trucking it down the hallway, pushing staff members out of his way, and finally finds a supply closet to stash himself in. He feels tears in his eyes, but he refuses to let them flow. He's trying to be nice, not weak. He rests his head against a soft, yet dirty mop and allows himself to drift off, dreaming of the torturous death of the Net Nanny, that prudish bitch.