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Post by Travis Delmonte on Feb 7, 2009 20:21:30 GMT -8
A pack a day to get me by, an ounce of weed to keep me high
It was just another sunny California day, nothing new to him. The sun was pounding down upon the world, and Travis was sure to dress light this day. A simple white 'wife-beater' clung to his torso, his eyes glancing around as he wandered toward a tree for some shade. He wasn't too far from the entrance of the school now, while the crowds scattered across the campus. It was lunch time, but Travis wasn't hungry. Instead, he had something else on his mind. He just needed to fight a target. And he was currently searching, as the lyrics of one of his favorite songs still stuck in his mind.
Alcohol still numbs the pain, some things in life just never change
He doubted it would take too long before someone interesting came along. Travis wouldn't be picky, and he didn't care if they were male or female. After all, a fighter was a fighter, gender never played a huge role. While most female fighters lacked physical strength, they usually excelled in other areas, like speed or flexibility. They usually made decent opponents, and on top of that they rarely were the types to give up without a fight. This school was filled with people like that, both male and female.
I don't know but I've been told, you live this way you won't grow old
It wouldn't matter too much who he fought. He was just in the mind to exercise a little. And it was then that he caught sight of her figure. It was one he wouldn't easily forget. Travis had met her the other day, and they had actually had a little bout to dull the boredom. She wasn't bad, and at least Travis knew she would be able to keep him entertained for the time being.
How'd addiction hits so quick, these bad habits are hard to quit
"Hey Sara!"
Travis would call out from under the shade, resting with his back against the firm surface of the three. He would wait for the girl to come over to him, he doubted she'd ignore him after the other day. She seemed to be starving for attention, for a friend in this cold school setting. And she seemed like an interesting person. He didn't mind having her around.
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Post by Sara Gallagher on Feb 7, 2009 20:58:14 GMT -8
Sara walked out of the front of the school, glancing around. It was hot today. To hot. She was just going to go home, screw her afternoon classes. She would grab lunch there. It was so hot she had chosen to forgo her usual attire, and chose to wear just her tank top and a loose pair of shorts. As she walked into the sun, her arms and legs shone a creamy white. She was not one to tan, and she either sunburned or stayed white. She hated getting sunburned. It clashed with her hair. Not that she was one who really cared about how she looked, but the less people had to use against her in this school, the better.
"Hey Sara!"
She turned at the sound of her name, her eyes scanning the crowd for who had called her. There were virtually no students who would be calling her out so blatantly. She was about to turn away, assuming it had been a call to another student when her eyes fell to the figure standing in the shade. Her face hardened. Travis... She sighed, a sarcastic smile touching her lips. Who else...
She glanced around, considering ignoring him, but decided against it. She changed her course heading towards him now. She didn't really mind him. He was interesting. There was a lot to him, and he didn't seem to be like some of the other students in the school. She figured he would do just fine for a friend. She just hated losing, and she hadn't talked to him since their fight. She was a little apprehensive about how he was going to treat her, and whether he would lord her loss over her head like an ass.
She wondered what he wanted. She glanced up at him every few seconds as she made her way over to the tree was resting against. As soon as she hit the shade, she felt the cooler air wash over her skin. She sent him a smile, stopping a few feet from him, coking her hip to the side, and placing her hand on it. Her stance was cocky, full of confidence.
"Hey Travis."
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Post by Travis Delmonte on Feb 7, 2009 21:33:31 GMT -8
Hey Travis.
The girl would flash her pretty little smile, and Travis would push himself away from the tree and stop in front of her. His eyes would simply scan her for a moment, and then he'd crack his own smile as he pushed a few things through his mind. She would do just fine. Travis had fought her once before, and she definitely entertained him and kept him interested in the fight the whole time. The only difference with her fight, was that he was playing around and making sure he didn't hurt her. He'd do the same thing this time as well.
"Bored? I kinda have the need to get physical.."
Travis phrased his words that way on purpose. She could think what she wanted, but he wouldn't wasn't going to take no as an answer. He was going to force her to fight him here. Though he wouldn't aiming to hurt the girl, he liked her too much to do that. He would make her work here if she wanted to come away without too many injuries. His left foot would slide forward from his standing position, and he'd lift his left arm and shoot it straight forward in a simple jab. It would teach her to keep her guard up if she hadn't learned to do so yet.
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Post by Sara Gallagher on Feb 7, 2009 21:59:51 GMT -8
He pushed himself off the tree, closing the distance between them. She watched as his eyes traveled over her, and she felt her cheeks warming. She tried to keep her blush down. Creep. She turned away, glancing around. It was lunch time, and there were quite a few people around. Not many. But a few. She wondered if he'd start something with them there. She looked back to his face.
He smiled at her, looking like he had something planned. Immediately, she became suspicious. She puller her bag off her back, and tossed it over to the tree he had been at. She stood her ground, her body tensed. She wasn't going to let him pull one on her. Not after the other day.
"Bored? I kinda have the need to get physical.."
"Ass" She hissed at him. Her face hardened. Not that she minded this little innuendo, especially now that she knew what he really meant when he said things like that. She just felt that as a woman, it was a reply she was obligated to give.
She noticed his body shift, his left side coming forward. Instinctively, she turned her body away from him, moving to his right, grabbing his left wrist as it shot forward in the jab with her right hand. In one fluid motion, her left arm moved up, grabbing his right forearm, and her knee flew up to meet his gut.
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Post by Travis Delmonte on Feb 7, 2009 22:13:37 GMT -8
The girl would dodge his punch, but it didn't really matter to him. Jabs were sent to get reaction in the first place, and the girl indeed reacted. Her fingers would close around his left wrist, and then she'd shoot her other arm to grip his free wrist as well. When her knee came up, it would bury in his stomach, and he'd curl slightly to help cushion it a bit. That smirk wouldn't fade from his face either. Those arms the girl head would suddenly jerk backwards, and she'd feel the strength he possessed tug his arms free.
His weight would shift onto his right leg, as his left knee would lift and aim to connect with the own girl's stomach as her knee would withdraw. He didn't put all his strength into the blow, but he was sure there was enough in it to push the girl away and knock the air from her if it landed. Travis was going to take his time with her again, as he had done the other day. He enjoyed fighting her, and he'd make sure this time was as fun as it had been last time.
If the knee landed and knocked the kick a little bit away, that left knee of his would unfold and he'd drop it down to the ground and transfer his weigh to it, so that he could pull his body that single step forward, and his right leg would snap out from behind and he'd aim to send it and follow up his knee with a heel to the top of the girl's left leg, near her pelvis. It would mess her balance up, and the heel would help to slow her down a bit as it would create something that would feel similar to a charlie horse, a sharp pain every time it was moved.
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Post by Sara Gallagher on Feb 7, 2009 23:20:46 GMT -8
YES
Her knee connected with his stomach and his body curled from what she thought was the impact. She mentally applauded herself for her amazing reflexes, as she pulled her leg back. However, her accomplishment was short lived, as he suddenly jerked his arms back. Something was wrong. There was to much strength in that. She was confused. She had no choice but to let go of him, there was such strength as he pulled his wrists from her. What the hell is this?
He shifted his weight, and before she even had time to react, his left knee flew up to meet her stomach. It connected, hard. She was taken off her feet by the impact, knocked back a few steps. The air rushed out of her. She tried to pull in a breath, coughing, clutching her stomach. She kept her eyes on him, pulling in deep, shuddering breaths. She needed to be careful with him. She refused to take her eyes off of him.
He dropped his leg back down, shifting his weight onto it, and she tensed again. He hadn't even given her time to catch her breath before he was moving onto his next attack. Asshole... fuck.
And yet... She found herself grinning. Despite herself, she found that she enjoyed fighting him. She had a feeling he was going easy on her, and that annoyed her. A lot. But she had fun none the less. Their last fight had left her feeling invigorated. She didn't think she had enjoyed a fight so much as she had that one. She hadn't even minded losing. And the fact that he wanted to fight her again only showed that he respected her.
His right leg flew up to meet her and she dropped her arms from her stomach, sliding her right foot out and forward, shifting her body to follow the leg and crouching forward, his kick missing her by inches. She immediately countered, while his leg was still in the air from his attack, bringing her left leg up straight, aiming for a kick to his groin.
That would teach him to make innuendos.
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Post by Travis Delmonte on Feb 7, 2009 23:44:40 GMT -8
The knee to his nuts, it was a tactically sound choice for the girl to make, but there was something hiding underneath his pants that no one knew about. He had a cup on, yes. And some would probably wonder WHY he always walked around with a cup on, it was quite easy to see the answer to that. For moments like this, when Travis would be fighting someone. He knew that not everyone fought honorably, and a cup was a logical decision in a place that radiated violence.
Of course, even with the cup on, he would still feel the pressure from her knee, and his eyes would widen for the moment. It was nice to know that she would even try and hit her friends in the nuts. Travis wouldn't hold it against her though, he would rather she didn't hold her self back anyways. He needed to get use to fighting people going all out. After all, he had quite a few people he planned to prove himself soon enough. He needed to make sure he was ready for anything anyone could send at him.
His right leg would soon fold slightly and stomp down to the ground again, as his body would twist to the left so that he could face the girl straight on, his right arm coming around as he twisted and he planned to place it upon the girl's lower back. It wasn't thrown hard, and it wasn't really meant to do damage, it was to set himself up for his attack. His left hand would snake forward and he'd aim to press his palm against the girls' abdomen. His arms would then tense and he'd aim to lift upwards and pull the girl from her feet, and toss her out in front of him.
If everything went as planned, his right hand would slide down the girl's backside as he through her into the air, and continue to slide down her left leg until his fingers felt the skin on her leg, near her knee. He'd aim to clamp those fingers of his down upon the girl's leg and give a slight tug so when he released and she continued to fall toward the ground, her upper-body would be pointing downward slightly, increasing the chance that she'd land upon her back instead of her feet. She'd be laying down, and it would give Travis time to plan his next attack, and to see what she would do.
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Post by Sara Gallagher on Feb 8, 2009 0:17:36 GMT -8
She had another YES moment as her attack connected, and again, it only lasted a second as she felt an explosion of pain erupted in her leg where she had hit him. She drew her leg back quickly, her face contorting in pain. What the HELL was that?! What that a friggin' CUP?!
She noted that all she had gotten from her attack was a slight eye widening. Fucker! That hurt! She growled as the pain quickly dulled. She tried to back away, but he moved quickly, once again moving into his attack without giving her so much as a breather.
His leg slammed down in front of him and his body twisted, and he was facing her head on. She took a quick step back, but it wasn't enough for what he was about to do. His right arm moved to her back and she froze at his touch. It wasn't rough, and that threw her off.
Suddenly, his left arm pressed against her abdomen. She felt his arms tense, and then she was picked up off her feet before she could so much as blink. She could feel the strength in his arms, and she once again had a what the hell happened moment. He hadn't been this strong the last time they had fought.
He tossed her out in front of him, her stomach roiling at what was happening. She felt his hand catch on her leg and she dropped to the ground, landing with thud, on her back.
She looked up at him, grinning wickedly. Her hands on the ground at her sides. She dug her fingers into the dirt, feeling it crumble. She grabbed a handful in her right hand, and tossed it into his face. She knew he would be expecting this, but that was fine, she had other plans. As the dirt flew towards him, she tugged at her leg, trying to pull it from his grasp.
If just pulling didn't work, she would lift her right leg into the air, and slam it down on his wrist, pulling again. If she was successful, pulling her leg free, she would push herself to her feet, crouching low, and would launch herself at him. She would pull her left fist back, holding it there, arm locked in position, and drive it into his gut, using the force of her moving body to strengthen the attack instead of the strength in her arms. If all went to plan, he would have no clue about the second handful of dirt in her left hand.
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Post by Travis Delmonte on Feb 8, 2009 0:40:56 GMT -8
The girl would hit the ground upon her back, and Travis would simply stare down at her for a moment as he continued to grasp her leg. He would catch her grin, and knew that she planned to do something. His left arm would lift as her hand came up and he catch sight of some sand falling away. She had tried to do this in their previous fight, and it had worked. But not this time. He lifted his left arm, and covered his face as he'd feel the pelting of sand against his bare skin. It was then he felt his wrist kicked, and he'd let the grip on her leg go.
But that was just when he'd react. She'd be pushing herself to stand, and it would give Travis more then enough time to step forward on his left as that left arm of his dropped and swung down toward the girl's body. He would aim to catch the girl upon her chest once again with his forearm, and send her sliding off to the side once again. She would have probably landed whatever she planned to do if he had not had grip upon the girl when she threw the sand. He had no idea about the other hand full of sand, and so he committed to his attack in hopes to knock the girl off to his left, and send her sliding across the ground once again.
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Post by Sara Gallagher on Feb 8, 2009 1:51:58 GMT -8
The grip on her leg loosened as she pulled her leg free, pushing herself to her feet as quickly as she could. She threw herself at him, her momentum to great to stop as he stepped forward on his left leg, throwing his left arm out at her. His arm hit her across the chest, pushing her away from him.
Sara slid across the ground, his new found strength once again astounding her. She drew her right leg behind her, using it to break her. Bending low, crouching, she used her hand on the ground to balance her. When she stopped moving, she was maybe half a dozen feet from him. She immediately planted her left foot, using it to push off again at him. She drew her left hand back, tossing the second handful of dirt at him.
Without waiting to see if it had worked, she continued with her attack. She got withing a few feet of him and turned her body to the left, dropping to her left knee. She placed her left hand on the ground, balancing herself, sliding along her knee until she was the prefect distance. She was now facing the same way he was. She threw her right leg out, aiming to kick him just below the back of his knees, tripping him.
Sara wondered how he would get out of this one. She enjoyed fighting him. There was no pattern to his attacks. She liked that about him. There was so much variety, and he always surprised her. Just like with the strength. She knew she was at a disadvantage here, but she didn't care. She enjoyed fighting him. She wanted to laugh at the thought. She was finally understanding what he had meant when he told her this school was like an addiction the first day they had met. The school was growing on her.
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Post by Travis Delmonte on Feb 8, 2009 13:48:30 GMT -8
Travis would watch the girl slide to the side, and held back his attack for a moment. She was coming forward, being aggressive again. And he'd sit back and wait for Sara to come in with her next attack. She would launch herself at him, and Travis wouldn't waste that time standing still. It was an opportunity would be perfect. When someone left their footing, and moved into the air, it was a one of the best ways to get a sure-fire strike or grapple. The opponent left themselves open while in the air, with no real way to change direction, and it was a lot harder to switch up attacks.
Travis would push off, crouching lower, to his left. That right arm of his would shoot out to the side and he'd bend his elbow slightly so that if his arm successfully came in contact with the women, his arm would hook around her midsection, and Travis would use her forward momentum to swing his left side around so that he would be facing the girl's back. His left arm would have continued to move, and lock itself around to the front of the girl. His 'hug' from behind would be tugged toward him slightly. It would cause her body to jerk to a halt, hanging from his hug, her body resting against his.
He'd hold her there for a moment, a smirk on his face as he would let a second pass, to build suspense and get her wondering what the hell was going on. It was then that his right arm would release, and that same side would swing backwards. As his body began to swing clock-wise, Travis would jerk his left arm downward, and he'd use that swinging momentum to slam the girl's body down into the ground.
It would hurt, no doubt. But it would teach her not to make that kind of mistake again. She needed to learn the appropriate time to perform an aerial attack. It usually didn't work so well when the opponent was aware of what was coming. It was a mistake that could easily end the fight, unless the girl was tougher then he originally though.
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Post by Sara Gallagher on Feb 8, 2009 14:52:26 GMT -8
Sara's attack would have been perfect if he hadn't moved so quickly. She pushed off the ground towards him, bring her left hand up to throw the dirt at him when he suddenly took off towards her. She tired to break herself, stop herself from moving forward, but her momentum was to great, and she continued on a direct collision course with him.
His right arm shot out to the side, and hooked around her midsection. Her body continued to move forward, but her stomach was stopped by his arm. The air was knocked from her as her body was pulled from her course, and she was knocked back. She felt like she was on roller coaster that had suddenly changed direction. She then felt his body behind her, his left arm wrapping around her, catching her in a hug. She felt her body slam back against his as her body adjusted to the new course.
He paused, holding her to him, long enough for her to think for a second. She took a deep gulp of air, filling her lungs. She hung against him, a few inches off the ground. She was pissed. Her attack was going to be perfect, and now here she was, trapped in a bloody hug. She was going to lose again. She was NOT happy. She knew he would be smirking, laughing on the inside at her, and it only made her angrier. She wondered what he had planned, but then she pushed the thought from her mind, realizing that it didn't really matter, she just needed to hurt him.
As Sara's mind began working through option, he started to move again. His right arm left her body, and his left arm jerked. She instinctively reached her arms behind her, and her right hand would fist into his hair. She would feel him slam her body downwards.
If she had managed to keep her hand in his hair, his upper body would be pulled forward with her, leaning downwards as he moved with her. She would hit the ground hard, gasping out as her body smacked into the dirt. If she was lucky, her hand would have stayed in his hair, and before the pain really hit her, she would pull his hair harder, bringing him closer, and throwing her right foot upwards into his face.
If, god forbid, her hand slipped out of his hair, she was fucked. She would hit the ground at full force, smashing into the hard dirt, coughing as the air was once again knocked from her body. She would lay there for a few seconds, trying to catch her breath, hoping he would just hold off for a second, and give her a breather.
It was a bitch attack, but she could think of no other way to counter him, and her actions were based on instinct, not planning. She hated when things deviated from the plan.
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Post by Travis Delmonte on Feb 10, 2009 11:51:07 GMT -8
Travis had never planned to go to the ground with the girl, he had simply thrown the girl to the ground from a standing position, thus when her hands gripped his hair and she began to fall, he'd feel a painful rip and a chunk of his hair would be pulled from his head. It actually angered him too, because he liked his hair the way it had been. Now it would be messed up, and that was a big no-no for Travis. His left arm would pull back upward as his body straightened, and his right leg would kick out as he'd aim to land it upon the girl's side. He aimed to hook it under her body slightly as well, so that she was launched into the air a bit.
He was going to be rough with her. She needed it anyways, it would help to toughen her up when she fought other people, and help her get use to the an unusually strong person. In the end it could possible give the girl an advantage against other people that had never faced someone like Travis. He was hoping that while this girl fought with him, she'd pick a few things up and learn to make sure she can defend herself in this school. He also noted that should he be around and something were to break out between her and another person, he'd step in and be her bodyguard. He liked her after all.
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Post by Sara Gallagher on Feb 10, 2009 15:23:12 GMT -8
Sara felt her hand jerk as it was ripped from his head, pulling a chunk of hair with it. She hit the ground hard, pain pulsing through her back from the force of impact. Oh crap... She lay there, stunned and coughing for a second, and then tried moving to try to push herself up. Before she could move her arms, her side suddenly exploded in pain, as he kicked her.
She rolled over onto her stomach, groaning as the pain in her back and side molded together. She pushed her head up, eyes searching for him before he do any more damage to her. That was rough. He hadn't held back at all when he kicked her. Or at least she hoped so. If he hadn't then it meant that there was more strength then what he had used. And that was not a good thing. She briefly wondered what he hoped to gain from this. He had picked a fight out of nowhere with her.
Her eyes found him. She glared at him, trying to think of some way to buy herself time to catch her breath. She held her hand out in front of her as though calling for a time out. She kept her eyes on him, hoping this worked.
"What the hell is your problem Travis?" As she asked her question she pushed herself up onto her hands and knees, not taking her eyes of him. The pain in her side was killing her. She needed another little bit for a breather before she could fight.
If he answered her, she would keep her eyes on him as best she could, pushing herself clumsily to her feet, trying her hardest not to let her pain show.
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Post by Travis Delmonte on Feb 11, 2009 7:48:45 GMT -8
What the hell is your problem Travis?
Travis settled those blue orbs of his upon the girl that was slowly picking herself up onto her feet. Maybe he shouldn't have kicked her like that. He had been lost in the first for a moment. It was hard to fight someone you were friends with, because it was always possible that you could accidentally hurt them. He'd drop his arms and begin to walk toward the girl, his grin finally faded.
"I'm sorry, Sara.. I didn't meant to hurt you.."
He felt bad now. He had only wanted to sedate some of his boredom when he saw the girl, and now it looked like he may have broken something. Though she seemed to be taking it a lot better then someone usually would. It was probably safer that they ended the fight now, before it escalated even more. After all, he was only trying to help her get better, not hurt her himself.
"Maybe we should go get your checked out at the infirmary.."
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