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Post by Sara Gallagher on Feb 8, 2009 17:05:26 GMT -8
"This is nonsense."
Sara looked the teacher in the face, her eyes hardened, her face a mask of anger. She picked up her books, slid her chair back, and walked out of the class, slamming the door behind her. That teacher was a bloody fool. He had no clue what he was talking about. No. Fucking. Clue.
Sara quickly made her way down the hallways, walking lightly on her feet, trying to avoid being seen or heard. She didn't like getting into trouble, and she didn't know what was going to happen to her now that she had blown up in class. She rarely lost her temper, but that teacher was a stupid, useless, good for nothing... She took a deep breath, calming herself. She was so angry. SO angry.
She made a turn down the hallway where her locker would be. Her jeans, too long for her, swished along the floor as she tried to lift her feet, trying to walk quietly. The halls were completely empty, class only having started about 15 minutes prior, and her soft footsteps echoed through the hallways.
She reached her locker, quickly spinning the dial and popping it open. She threw her books inside, ignoring the sound of clanging and things moving. She slammed the locker shut, the loud bang reverberating through the halls, and turned, heading towards the end of the hall, and the door leading outside.
She took the last few feet to the door at a jog, and pushed open the doors, using to much force, and they slammed of the walls as they opened. She slowly jogged to a stop, heading away from the school, the doors clicking closed behind her. She let out a growl of frustration, mumbling under her breath, cursing and swearing that DAMN imbecile teacher up and down.
She was pissed. She wanted to pound his face in, make him regret ever having become a teacher. Unfortunately, she couldn't do that, or she'd get in trouble and she'd be sent back home. And she did NOT want to go back home. On the upside... she smiled wickedly. The school was filled with people willing to fight over absolutely nothing. She glanced around, praying there was someone else skipping class, willing someone to find her and say something to her. First kid to even LOOK at her the wrong way, was going to get it.
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Post by Andrei Lebedev on Feb 8, 2009 17:55:50 GMT -8
The empty halls of Building three were filled with the sounds of Andrei's whistling. The sound originating from the men's rest room on the first floor of that building. The tune was of course, the Russian National Anthem. A tune that filled him with pride every time he heard it. It was a habit of his to whistle it when he went to take a leak, and today was no exception.
Finishing his business, he zipped up his pants before making his way to wash his hands in the sink. After all just by entering the men's restroom you become impure and need to purify yourself.
As he left the men's room, hall pass in hand he continued to whistle the song of his homeland. He had to get back to his class in building one, but the bathroom in building one was broken, so he had been forced to travel to one of the other buildings in order to take care of his business.
He would give the girl he passed in the courtyard a glance and a small smile as he passed, his voice letting out a single word, thick with his Russian accent.
"Hey."
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Post by Sara Gallagher on Feb 8, 2009 18:43:38 GMT -8
Sara's eyes searched the surrounding area, looking for someone, anyone, that she could take her anger and frustration out on. She was staring off away from the school, searching for someone who was maybe getting to school late or something when she heard it. A soft whistling. Now Sara was new, but even she knew that whistling such a happy tune in this school was a no-no. You didn't draw attention to yourself unless you were looking to fight someone. At least that's what she told herself in her infinite anger.
She turned towards the sound, watching the guy make his way across the courtyard towards her. She felt a bubble of excitement flow through her. Perfect.
He glanced at her, giving her a smile. She glared back at him, staring daggers at him. He let out a single word. She noted his thick accent, the way he spoke making him sound angry. She knew he probably wasn't. But it was as good a reason as any to start something with him.
She waited a few seconds letting him pass by her, then she stepped out behind him. She crouched, her stance ready to fight him.
"Hey!! HEY!" She would wait until her turned around, looking at her, until she spoke again. "What the fuck is your problem buddy?"
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Post by Aureus on Feb 8, 2009 19:30:47 GMT -8
Free periods were awesome. It wasn't that earth-shattering of a statement, but Aureus had really come to appreciate having personal time during school. He could nap, do homework, or even spend time doing things he actually enjoyed, like reading Psychology Today or playing guitar. In fact, this particular day found the dull eyed Senior on the roof of building three with his Fender Jaguar.
He had traded in his Highway I for something with a different sound. It was pretty basic though, aside from the dark red hardware and pick guard he had added to accentuate the black finish on the body. A few new tube pickups completed the guitar. I mean, sure it wasn't plugged in at the time, but Aureus hadn't felt like lugging his amp all the way up to the roof(which would have worked because there ARE electrical sockets up there). In any case, the teen was furiously picking away at his instrument, the result of which sounded something like "Await Rescue" by 65daysofstatic; He was still learning it...
Around the time he ended the song, the silence was broken by a pair of students yelling below him, err at least one was yelling. He hadn't been paying attention at the beginning of their exchange, but some dark haired girl seemed pretty pissed. It didn't seem to be anything serious, like her boyfriend being beaten to a pulp by the guy, or her being raped, so he could probably label it as entertainment. Aureus' Pillarship had ended a good bit ago and it was no longer his responsibility to defuse these kinds of situations, though some overly zealous students would disagree with him.
Lazily strumming a few chords that had floated into his mind, the teen observed the scene below. A quick analysis of their auras seemed to indicate they weren't anything to worry about, the complete opposite of that Hiroko guy. But maybe they'd be energetic enough to warrant his interjection. Exercise was always good.
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Post by Andrei Lebedev on Feb 8, 2009 19:44:44 GMT -8
His eyes widened when the girl blew up at him. He didn't understand these people at all. Even friendly comments seemed to trigger violent bursts of rage. He was started to wonder if all American's were like this, or if they just put something in the water here.
He didn't really know what to say, to her, he didn't have a problem. That is he didn't have a problem until she started to yell at him. His instinct was to stand up straighter, making himself bigger to deal with the threat. It was all subconscious, the fight or flight mechanism in all living creatures.
He stood above her, 200 pounds of Russian muscle staring back at the enraged girl. He should have bit his tongue. Assumed that she was on her period or something. But he was still just reacting to the unexpected shouting.
"My problem is you stupid Americans getting all riled up over the smallest of comments!"
He said back, his voice low but with a sharp bite to it. As opposed to her burning rage, he had an ice cold anger, suitable for a man that grew up in the frozen north of Russia.
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Post by Sara Gallagher on Feb 8, 2009 20:01:13 GMT -8
She smiled wickedly when he stopped. Finally... For a moment, she felt a brief pang of guilt. She had just blown up a poor student who had done nothing but say hello to her, meaning nothing but to be polite. She promised herself she'd apologize afterwards. Maybe they could even be friends. And then the thoughts were pushed from her mind, as she gave into the need to fight someone, to hurt someone, to release the pent up anger and frustration that she felt.
He seemed to stand straighter, accentuating his size, and towering over her. She had pushed all sense of reason out of her mind, but had she not, she may have reconsidered her rash actions, deciding that choosing to fight the humongous guys in front of her was a really bad idea. But it was to late for that. She was confident right now, as she sized him up, thinking that her small size and quick movements would be enough to counter his strength and bulk.
"My problem is you stupid Americans getting all riled up over the smallest of comments!"
She wanted to laugh. His words had a sharp bite to them, the rage noticeable underneath.
"Stupid Americans? HA! Who the hell do you think you are? Do you think you're better then we are? If we're so bad, what the fuck did you bring your filth here for?" Her face hardened. "You don't belong here."
Sara was not a racist, in fact, she found other cultures and ethnicities to be interesting and she enjoyed getting to know people from other places. She just needed to egg him on, get him to either throw the first punch, or give her a real reason to do so first.
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Post by Aureus on Feb 8, 2009 20:51:27 GMT -8
OOC: For the record, you guys can skip over me if you need to.
IC: The confrontation progressed, and Aureus was surprised to see the boy respond as forcefully as he did. Many guys would just brush off a girl, but he had thrown out a shout of his own. Judging from his accent, he was Russian, or at least from somewhere in that area. The girl picked up on that fact as well and countered with a degrading insult.
Now, from what he knew about foreigners, especially Ruskies, they absolutely would not stand for an attack on their homeland. This girl had dug herself into a world of hurt and if the boy wasn't able to control himself, Aureus might HAVE to intervene, if only to stop him from maiming her. With a sigh, he carefully set the Jaguar down and returned his gaze to the brewing fight.
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Post by Andrei Lebedev on Feb 8, 2009 21:23:20 GMT -8
His eyes narrowed as she spoke, she had the nerve to insinuate that America was better then Russia! America, land of the spoiled and pampered. Russian's were a hard people, people that survived in conditions that would send people like the girl before him to an early grave. He doubted she could live the life he had lived, that she could sacrifice like he has. He certainly doubted she even had a shadow of an idea of what it was like to be truly loyal to their nation. Even though Andrei was a child still, he would gladly die for Mother Russia. He would take up arms without hesitation to protect his homeland, he strongly doubted she felt the same loyalty to the nation that made her fat and rich.
Normally he tried to keep a lid on his temper, but when he felt his homeland was being insulted. A cold and bitter rage began to build in his system. He could feel his blood pounding already as he thought about what she said, then, without even thinking about what he was doing. Andrei would shoot his knee up hard, aimed right for the girl's stomach. It would be a small lesson to not mess with a Russian, a lesson that he felt many of these American children needed to learn.
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Post by Sara Gallagher on Feb 8, 2009 21:52:14 GMT -8
Sara watched the guy closely, looking for any signs of him attacking. His eyes narrowed. That was a good sign. It meant he was getting angry. She smiled, her face harsh, her eyes full of hate. Not that she hated him, she was just that desperate for a fight. Once again she felt a pang of guilt as she thought about what she wanted to do to this poor guy who had done nothing wrong. But then the thought was pushed from her mind as he suddenly made his move.
He drew his right knee up, aiming for her stomach. She hated knees, they were such a nasty attack, and they were always hard to counter. But they made it easy for a bitch move. And as much as she hated bitch moves, she found they could be very effective. She slid her right foot out and forward, shifting her body to follow the leg and crouched forward. His kick would miss her by inches.
Her left arm would move to wrap around his thigh as his leg flew upwards, propelled higher as it missed her. She would immediately counter, while his leg was still in the air. She would bring her own knee straight up, aiming for a knee to his groin.
Lets see the little bugger get out of this one...
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Post by Andrei Lebedev on Feb 8, 2009 22:22:19 GMT -8
He was not a slow man, but with his knee up like it was he was not able to do much to stop her attack. So he wouldn't, instead his right elbow moved downward, aiming to smash her in the back of the head as she sent her attack to his manhood.
Whether or not his own attack landed her's would, only slightly blocked by his hips turning in vain to dodge. It would soften the impact on his balls, but not by much, it would also give him the makings of a small bruise on his thigh. It wasn't bad, but it would be sore later.
After the impact to his balls, he started to fall back, catching himself as his right foot came back down. as he moved backwards. It would take him a few moments to recoup after that though, after all he was a man, and he just took a ball shot. That shit hurt!
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Post by Aureus on Feb 8, 2009 22:25:19 GMT -8
Unsurprisingly, the boy wasted no time in reacting violently. Evidently Russians didn't have the same stigma about hitting women as American and English people did. What happened next though was a nice surprise. The pretty, little girl was able to handle herself in a fight and for a second the ex-pillar wondered if it had been her intention to get into a fight the whole time.
Her opponent went down, but not without launching his own desperate attack in the form of an elbow to her head. Hmm, maybe he wouldn't have to jump in just yet. This bout looked rather promising.
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Post by Sara Gallagher on Feb 8, 2009 23:33:20 GMT -8
Sara grunted as her knee collided with his groin. He had tried to turn to minimize the attack, but it had barely cushioned it. She felt amazing. Her attack had been a success, she couldn't be prouder. She started to pull her leg away from him when she felt his elbow smash into the back of her head. Pain exploded in her neck and head.
She pushed away from him, stepping away from him to her right, holding the back of her head. Asshole! She rubbed where he had hit her. That hurt... Dammit... She closed her eyes for a second, taking a deep breath. She opened them, her eyes finding him. She was going to kill him.
She crouched, letting her hand from her head, her body tensing. She was facing his right side. She wasn't going to give him the chance to take a breather. She ran at him, drawing her left arm back, bending it and locking the muscles into the position.
She would run at him, hopefully catching him off guard, moving to go behind him. She would use her left arm to knock into his side, using the momentum of her body moving forward rather then the strength of her arm to strengthen her attack.
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Post by Andrei Lebedev on Feb 9, 2009 18:10:13 GMT -8
His retaliation was simple, it wasn't the first time he had been kicked in the balls, and it didn't take that long to recover, even if it hurt like a bitch. He wasn't that much slower then her, but he wasn't normally that big on dodging either. He made no real attempt to do some kind of fancy dodge from her attack and instead when she rushed at his side using her speed as a weapon, he would jut out his right elbow, a quick and easy movement.
The plan was to turn the momentum she was using against her, the speed that she intended to harness to make her attack stronger, causing her to slam her face right in to his elbow, again, he wouldn't really be able to avoid the punch to the side, but that wasn't really the point.
He suspected that she would probably clutch her face in pain after having slammed in to his elbow, and if that was the case he would make his next move, turning to face her, grabbing her head in both hands and pulling down as he raised his knee. He didn't plan to let up right away.
If both attacks landed then he would lay off, giving her time to recover and looking at her with a frown.
"Have you had enough yet?" He would ask giving her a chance to stop this now. He didn't want to hurt her, but he wouldn't let her attack him or his Motherland either. A simple apology was all he wanted.
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Post by Aureus on Feb 9, 2009 20:12:50 GMT -8
Running punches, elbows, and knees, oh my. This was so entertaining that Aureus had to break out a pack of poptarts. And so he munched away contently while playing the part of spectator to this little play. It wasn't at all similar to his own fights, but the dark haired teen couldn't help but remember all the times he had to thrown down. Unfortunately Chi was closely tied to many of those memories, but that's just how it was. The last good fight he had had was with that Cody boy. In a way, Aureus had really settled down in the last year or so. It was probably for the better as he'd soon be leaving 259 behind. For the moment, however, he was just trying to figure out who would win the fight at hand.
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Post by Sara Gallagher on Feb 10, 2009 9:22:32 GMT -8
She ran at him, building up momentum to slam her fist into his side, carrying through with her body's force. Her vision tunneled, zoning in on her target. It was perfect. This was going to work, and he was going to hurt, and she was going to feel sooo much better.
And then he moved. The simplest, stupidest little movement that would cost her the attack. He stuck out his elbow.
Fuck!
At the last second she spun her body to the side, aborting her punch to him and avoiding his elbow. She danced off behind him, keeping her body turned towards his as she backed away.
Damn him... This time she wasn't going to come at him. If that was the kind of shit he was going to pull, she would have to make him come at her.
She stood about a half dozen feet from him, facing his back. She stood straight and tall, giving an air of aloofness, trying to think of something that would make him come at her, make him attack her. She thought about it. Well, he seemed to be all hyped up on his national pride. She figured her best bet would be to attack that further. What was he? Russian? She called out to him, waiting for him to turn around.
"So what do you think of America? It HAS to be better then that dirty fucking country you came from..." She cocked her hip, placing her hand on it as she watched him closely, waiting to see what he did. And again, that twinge of guilt at having actively sought to insult him.
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