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Post by Sara Gallagher on Feb 15, 2009 14:18:21 GMT -8
Sara rushed through the crowded halls. She was in a rush, pushing people out of her way as she jogged through the groups of people milling about between classes. Every time she pushed someone out of her way, she would quietly mumble a soft "Sorry, excuse me," but otherwise, she ignored their protests, her mind set on other things. She didn't really care. If they had a problem they would say something. And so far, no one had said anything.
She needed to get to her locker, and grab the assignment that she had forgotten. It was only a small one, but worth quite a few marks. The teacher had told her that if she could get it to him in the next 5 minutes, he wouldn't dock marks for it being late. So she rushed through the halls, pushing people out of her way.
It wasn't that she cared about a couple of stupid marks, but if she could get the paper to him, why the hell not then?
((OOC - Short, but hell, this is HUGE step in my overcoming my fear of posting new threads *radiates awesomeness*))
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Post by Stu Pott on Feb 15, 2009 14:30:30 GMT -8
Stu didn't normally hang out in the school; he hated authority and mostly the fact that the school was nothing but an unchanging battleground. He hated the stagnation, and wanted something more...
Chaotic.
He stalked to halls, which were slowly emptying. Then he saw her. A single prey that he could catch. He was itching for some confrontation. He hadn't had a good spar, and he needed to take out his frustrations over Olesya.
And this girl was perfect.
He'd have regrets later on if he hurt her too badly, but nothing that a fifth of jack couldn't handle. He leaned against a locker that wasn't his, and awaited her to pass.
Thats when he sprung forwards. Or rather, fell.
As he fell, he threw his right leg out, attempting to trip the girl mid stride, so that she would topple head over ass, hopefully. He braced his hands against the locker to push himself back up, should she jump his leg, though he doubted it. One leg crouched so as to assist in bringing himself back up into a fighting position.
This would be... fun. If only he had remember the shotty... but he probably would've had it confiscated.
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Post by Sara Gallagher on Feb 15, 2009 14:47:47 GMT -8
Sara moved through the crowds of people, pushing her way down the center of the hall. She was making good time. She might just be able to reach her locker in time, and get that paper. But... She still had to get back to the class. She was sure her teacher would give her slightly longer then 5 minutes. So what if she was just a few minutes longer then that. Really, common... cut her some slack... Oh wait... He already was...
She came to a fairly large group of people, and decided it would just be easier, and quicker, to cut around them. She cut a few feet to the left, nearing the lockers and scooted around them. As she passed the group and went to cut back into the middle of the hall, a guy leaning against a locker fell. She was to close to dodge it, and she tripped over his out stretched leg. At least for once she didn't have her books on her. She landed flat on her chest.
"Shit..." She pushed herself up on her elbows, staring back at the guy who had tripped her. She glared at him. She had fallen so many times in this school it wasn't bloody funny. "Watch your fucking self, kid... shit."
She pushed herself to her feet, turning her body to face him in case he took offense to what she said. She slowly back away. If and when she was sure he wasn't going to attack her, she would turn and be on her merry way to her locker. But she had a feeling that wasn't going to be the case. Everyone in this friggin' school was screwed in the head, and violent. God, she hated this school...
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Post by Stu Pott on Feb 15, 2009 14:54:21 GMT -8
He smiled as she began to stand up, and decided not to let her finish her sentence. He struck forth, leg lashing forwards, right shin striking forth towards her side as she was standing, attempting to keep her down while possible. He put quite a bit of force into it, almost all that he had, but he was readying his secondary strike at the same time.
As soon as his leg retracted from the kick he would plant it and throw himself in a 360, his other leg arcing out, attempting to roundhouse the girl, aimed straight at her face, hoping one of the attacks would hit her, not caring which, just wanting to keep her from striking back.
This was for his release, and he almost felt bad for the girl... wrong place, wrong time. Not his fault.
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Post by Sara Gallagher on Feb 15, 2009 15:21:30 GMT -8
Sara was pushing herself to her feet, the words were barely out of her mouth when his leg struck out. She attempted to roll away, but his foot still caught in her the side. She gasped from the impact, but it gave her the extra momentum to roll away from him, dodging the second roundhouse kick. She rolled, landing in a crouch on her right knee, left leg bent in front of her.
What the hell was wrong with this kid? She countered immediately, while his leg was just dropping from the kick. She pushed herself off the ground, her left foot planted and pushed off to give her body extra power. She closed the distance between them, planting her right foot and brought her left leg up, turning her body and kicking at him with all her strength.
She didn't know what to think of what was going on. One second she's just minding her own damn business, next second she fighting some damn psycho kid. Why always me? Well, if he wanted a fight, she wasn't going to deny him.
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Post by Stu Pott on Feb 15, 2009 21:59:23 GMT -8
He laughed as her small frame skipped across the ground and down the hall, she standing and then running at him. He dropped his stance slightly, hunkering, lowering the mass able to be hit.
She twirled, a swinging kick of her own. Thankfully, Stu was prepared, as even with her little frame, a momentous kick such as that would hurt. He lashed out with both hands, and grabbed that twig of a leg. A big part of him felt like just snapping it, and leaving her there.
But what is the fun in that?
He instead pulled upwards on the leg, hopefully lifting her into the air, his strength comparatively quite large. Once in the air he would swing, and throw her upwards, through the plaster roof, and into the hallway above them.
If succeeded, he would jump, and pull himself up into the hole, and continue fighting there.
((Epic posts. Lets make this one to remember =D))
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Post by Sara Gallagher on Feb 16, 2009 13:03:03 GMT -8
She grinned seeing him crouch, trying to make the target smaller. It didn't matter how small he was, she would still hit him. It's a little hard to pull that tactic off when the person you're fighting is already that much smaller then you. She felt the thrill of excitement knowing she was going to hit him. And then of course.... it went wrong. Of course it did. It always did. She needed to stop getting so damn cocky.
He reached out, grabbing onto her leg. Because of her momentum from the kick she would have fallen flat on her face, knocked off balance by the sudden change of pace. Instead, she felt him pull her leg. Her feet left the ground for one damn second and then the world flipped and exploded.
She felt herself land on her back, pain resounding throughout her body. She groaned, pushing herself into a sitting position. What the hell was that?! She turned her head, looking around. Looking to the left she saw the whole in the ground... Oh. Hell. No. She had never been thrown through a bloody wall before, let alone the floor. Who the hell did he think he was?! What if they made her pay for that?!
She watched as he pulled himself through the hole. She needed to hurry. She would push herself over, turning onto her knees. She would pull her right leg out from under her, and push it against the ground in front of her to steady herself. She would then reach forward, fisting her hand in his hair as he pulled himself up through the hole. It didn't matter which direction he came from, as long as she got her hands on him.
(( OOC - i've... never been thrown through anything... D< DON'T DESTROY THE SCHOOL, YOU BAD BOY ))
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Post by Stu Pott on Feb 16, 2009 17:54:15 GMT -8
He felt the fingers grip into his hair, pulling at the roots of that blue mess. He cringed slightly, but pushed himself through the hole.
Oh, it was on.
He let her hold on, one hand of hers now tied up. Fist cocked back, it rocketed forwards, homing in on her stomach, hoping to slam home. The left hand grabbed onto the arm that she used to grab his hair, and began to wrench it to the side.
He would destroy her. No one touches his hair.
No one.
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Post by Sara Gallagher on Feb 17, 2009 13:34:25 GMT -8
Sara pulled on his hair, pulling him up and through the hole, trying to get him in a good position to attack him. Just as he was pretty much out, his fist drew back and slammed into her stomach. She doubled over, the wind knocked from her, but she kept on, ignoring the pain. That was going to hurt later...
She caught his right arm with her left hand, grabbing and holding it to herself. His left hand grabbed onto her right arm, which was still fisted in his hair. Crap... She felt him pull on her arm, and she instinctively let go of his hair, as he pulled her to the side. She went with it, only till his right arm was passed her stomach. Then she pulled him forward using his arm, and tried to slam her right knee into his face.
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Post by Stu Pott on Feb 17, 2009 15:11:54 GMT -8
He watched as she tugged, and was a bit surprised at her insistence at taking him down. He didn't budge too far, but let her indulge in getting happy over a hit. The knee crashed upwards, and he gritted his teeth, and felt it impact upon his jaw.
His head flew upwards, and he pushed forwards, his own head rocketing upwards towards her chin, in a headbutt uppercut, propelling his entire body forwards. His other hand moved towards her other arm, attempting to snag her other arm, which was now stationary.
He gripped the arm he still held, this time pulling it towards him, hopefully ensnaring her in his grip. The headbutt and the grabs would hopefully keep her reigned in, allowing him to take the initiative and hurry her defeat.
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Post by Sara Gallagher on Feb 17, 2009 22:35:35 GMT -8
Sara's knee connected with his jaw perfectly. Cue thrill of triumph! Cue epic failz...
His head flew upwards, hitting her in her chin. She was dazed for a moment, and then he had both her arms in his grip. Oh crap... She was pulled forward.
She did the only thing she could think of. At the same time he pulled, she pushed herself towards him, aiming to bash her head into his in a head butt, forehead to forehead. She had only had this used on her a few times, but had found it hurt far more then she had thought. All she could do now was put all her strength into this and hope it worked. She needed to get away from him, fighting him this close wasn't working. Maybe a head butt was just the distraction she needed.
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Post by Stu Pott on Feb 18, 2009 12:55:09 GMT -8
Oh silly girl. His head knocked hers back, hopefully giving her whiplash. If not, oh well, he'd hurt her further.
He watched with appropriate glee as she headbutted him. Her head smacked off of his, and all he could do was laugh. It stung, like hell, of course, but he gritted through it. With her so close, she had no room to maneuver.
"Now you're fucked, little girl."
He squeezed, his arms crushing around her. He threw backwards, throwing her from his grasp towards the lockers. There was a good chance they'd be dented in, permanently, and she'd be smarting for some time.
He picked himself up off the ground, the throw having been a sort of suplex affair. He scrambled to his feet, and surveyed the damage.
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Post by Sara Gallagher on Feb 18, 2009 15:58:51 GMT -8
"Crap" Sara closed her eyes against the pain. She had never been on the attacking end of the head butt, always on the recieving. She should have known it hurt even if you were attacking, but still... Wow. What was his head made of? Iron?
Through her pain she heard him laughing. How could he be laughing? She tried to push him away, but it was no use. They were just to close, and his grip on her to tight.
"Now you're fucked, little girl."
"Fuck you... GAH" His arms squeezed her, and then he threw her. She hit the lockers with a crash. She felt the metal dent under the force and she dropped to the ground on her side. The pain took a second to register, and when it did, everything went dark for a second, then came back. She rolled onto her stomach. That had hurt. She needed a breather for a second. She had been thrown through the ceiling, hit in the head twice, and thrown into lockers. She groaned. Why her?... She turned her head, watching him get to his feet and look around. Maybe he was done...? Not likely... She pushed herself up, gaining her feet, leaning back against the locker, watching him.
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Post by Stu Pott on Feb 19, 2009 9:15:09 GMT -8
He dragged those long arms from the ground as he stood, going from a hunching position to a madly cackling pose. His arms fell back to their resting state, his chest moving in and out in steady breaths.
He brought the two hands together, crackling the joints.
"Ready for round two lil moppet?"
He rushed forwards, right hand cocked back, before flying forth, attempting to almost decapitate her with its swing. The fist had all his power and speed behind it, attempting a quick knockout, if nothing else.
He was about aggro'd out, wanting to just have this done with it, and leave her broken corpse behind for the teachers and students to find. Lets see if she'd be an obliging little girl.
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Post by Sara Gallagher on Feb 19, 2009 11:45:25 GMT -8
"Ready for round two lil moppet?"
"Tch. Bring it." She pushed her back off the locker, crouching slightly, waiting for him. He flew forward at her, his right arm drawing back. He was quick, that was for sure. But not nearly quick enough. As soon as he was within range she dodged, dropping her body to the left side, towards his oncoming arm, keeping on her feet.
Even this bending hurt. She was trying not to do anything to strenuous. She needed to end this quick. She drew her self back up after the arc of his swing had passed over her. Taking a quick step forward, she drew her right arm up, pushing her elbow backwards, aiming for the center of his back, preferably, with the height difference, his lower spine.
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