Cory Van Green stalked along beside the Principal as they patrolled together.  He never carried a weapon, his clothes were both weapon and armour in their own right.  Some well placed metal bands at key locations had seen to that, sown into his crisp looking uniform so they always looked like he starched them heavily every day.  His metal taps clicking with every step he took, people wondered how he managed to sneak up on anyone, but he always did appear behind troublemakers like an apparition.<br/><br/>"So John, heard you got a new girl in. Think she'll live till the weekend?" he queried politely.  Simply making conversation as they walked.  As Captain he did have to maintain the appearance for political reasons, and the fact that he and the principal could be called friends didn't make it harder to converse with the man.  He had no true social life to speak of, his job being his wife and no kids to call his own either.  People thought he lived at the school, well, he did have a hideaway cot in his office, but that was only for emergency lockdowns.<br/><br/>"Well, she did take the key Cory.  And she seemed scared enough after I explained things."<br/><br/>"Yeah, you always did have a way with the ladies." Cory joked as he calmly reached out and snagged a student by the shoulder, hauling him up against the wall to pull a contraband wrapper from his back pocket.  He tossed the kid back down the way they came from and spit some of his snuff into it before throwing it through one of the 'Contraband' doors that literally line the walls of the hall.<br/><br/>"How do you do that? Chew that stuff I mean."<br/><br/>"Easy, you stick it in your mouth and spit.  I'll look in on her later, probably have a couple of the patrols do the same.  Don't need to lose another, especially in the first week."<br/><br/>"You are such a kind hearted individual Cory." The principal stopped and walked over to his office door.  Their daily constitutional at an end.<br/><br/>"Don't let anybody hear you, somebody might believe you." he said over his shoulder as he continued on alone towards the recent fight area, metal heels clicking ominously.