Post by Patrick O'Connor on Apr 19, 2008 12:05:13 GMT -8
A new school, Patrick thought as he pulled into a parking space with his Black Range rover. As he stepped out of the Suv he let the wind blow through his red hair which was kept out of his eyes by a rectangularly folded white bandanna. To accompany the bandanna he wore a black hoodie unzipped to reveal a grey t shirt along with the choice of top he wore a regular pair of blue jeans.
As he walked towards the school he looked back on the events that had let him to sunny California. He was a refugee so to speak. He was here for one reason, to protect his girlfriend, Zea from all of the different mafias that were hunting him. If he had been single he would have stayed and fought in New York. As these thoughts ran through his had his hand was down the back of his shirt feeling the intricate scar that was on his back.
As he entered the school, trying to get his bearings the Irish boy wondered what the school would be like. He highly doubted that this "259" could be worse then 552. In his freshman year he had gotten involved in the war that had been going on which had been started by Mathew. Patrick had fought against his, and then Stein's Reformists with the defenders. Ultimatly his sid had lost in the war and the cruel Stein had run the schoolever since with various atrocities occuring under his rule.
The new Junior gave an angry sigh as he came across a sight he didn't like. It was a Stronger, bigger student pummeling on a smaller, obviously defeated student. At the moment it was only the three of them in the halls. Patrick spoke up, obviously to the bigger student, "Ye have exactly five seconds to get out of me sight."
The big guy, who Patrick had decided his name was Tiny stopped pummeling on the student and turned observing Patricks size and then confidently responding, "Who are you anyway, punk?"
5...
Tiny laughed, I easily outweigh you.
4... 3...
Must be a transfer Tiny scoffed as he started forward
2...
Stop acting so tough punk! Tiny screamed as he aimed a right haymaker staight for the Irish transfers face.
1 Patrick said as he sidestepped the punch, stepping to the left as he grabbed the arm. Now he started to twist the arm in back of Tiny as his rightleg stepped in front of the bigger kid's legs. Patrick used his hold on the kid along with his leverage to force tiny to fall on his face while Patrick followed him down.
Patrick was now on top of Tiny who's chest was towards the ground, with Patrick on his back with a secure lock on the guys arm. "I hope ye can fight with out that arm" Patrick said coldlly as he forced the shoulder out of its socket.
Patrick got up as Tiny screamed in pain, as the shoulder held many nerves. He walked over to the kid who had been beaten unconcius and began to look for any serious wounds.
Patrick sighed lazily, He hadn't even been in this school for half an hour and he had already gotten into a fight. HE wondered what the rest of the day would bring...
As he walked towards the school he looked back on the events that had let him to sunny California. He was a refugee so to speak. He was here for one reason, to protect his girlfriend, Zea from all of the different mafias that were hunting him. If he had been single he would have stayed and fought in New York. As these thoughts ran through his had his hand was down the back of his shirt feeling the intricate scar that was on his back.
As he entered the school, trying to get his bearings the Irish boy wondered what the school would be like. He highly doubted that this "259" could be worse then 552. In his freshman year he had gotten involved in the war that had been going on which had been started by Mathew. Patrick had fought against his, and then Stein's Reformists with the defenders. Ultimatly his sid had lost in the war and the cruel Stein had run the schoolever since with various atrocities occuring under his rule.
The new Junior gave an angry sigh as he came across a sight he didn't like. It was a Stronger, bigger student pummeling on a smaller, obviously defeated student. At the moment it was only the three of them in the halls. Patrick spoke up, obviously to the bigger student, "Ye have exactly five seconds to get out of me sight."
The big guy, who Patrick had decided his name was Tiny stopped pummeling on the student and turned observing Patricks size and then confidently responding, "Who are you anyway, punk?"
5...
Tiny laughed, I easily outweigh you.
4... 3...
Must be a transfer Tiny scoffed as he started forward
2...
Stop acting so tough punk! Tiny screamed as he aimed a right haymaker staight for the Irish transfers face.
1 Patrick said as he sidestepped the punch, stepping to the left as he grabbed the arm. Now he started to twist the arm in back of Tiny as his rightleg stepped in front of the bigger kid's legs. Patrick used his hold on the kid along with his leverage to force tiny to fall on his face while Patrick followed him down.
Patrick was now on top of Tiny who's chest was towards the ground, with Patrick on his back with a secure lock on the guys arm. "I hope ye can fight with out that arm" Patrick said coldlly as he forced the shoulder out of its socket.
Patrick got up as Tiny screamed in pain, as the shoulder held many nerves. He walked over to the kid who had been beaten unconcius and began to look for any serious wounds.
Patrick sighed lazily, He hadn't even been in this school for half an hour and he had already gotten into a fight. HE wondered what the rest of the day would bring...