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Post by Mathew Amtrum on May 12, 2008 19:55:05 GMT -8
"Oh really?" He would say raising an eyebrow as he listened to her speak. It was funny to say the least. And it answered his question. She was a psycho it would seem, well maybe not literally since he was sane but people thought he was nuts.
"I take it I am one of these lowlifes then?" He would say taking a step closer to her with a dangerous glint in his green eyes that didn't match the smile that was on his face. He hated people looking down at him, but it was only a matter of time until he showed his real worth here. He was certainly more then met the eye.
"Do you think that you could beat me even if you did fight dirty?" He would ask with a small laugh certain that she couldn't beat him even if he took off his Earth Dragon Coat, which he wouldn't do anyways. Creating an opening was just stupid and stupid was one word that could not be used to describe him.
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on May 12, 2008 20:05:04 GMT -8
“ah, now now your getting ahead of me, that’s why im following you….your not a lowlife at all….put on a tuxedo and you would fool me for a rich kid….no, your on a different level, im curious as to where that level stands, though im sure its above my own in fighting power” she admitted bluntly. A smirk crossing her lips. “however that’s not to say I wont get a few good punches in myself…” she scoffed and turned her smirk back up to the sky grinning. She kicked at the dirt lightly before turning back to stare at him. She spoke truth. She had no reason to lie, if they where to fight it wouldn’t end quickly however Bastille wouldn’t win. She had no motivation to outright fight him, and with no gun and at close range he took the ropes no doubt. However farther away and with a snipers bullet she would win. So she was no close combat fighter…she could survive and that was all. She let out a small yawn before flipping some of her bangs out of her face. Pulling down her sunglasses fully to stare at him with the full power of her crimson eyes she smirked. “you really are different…im pleased”
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on May 12, 2008 20:23:24 GMT -8
"Oh don't get me wrong babe. It doesn't matter if you think I am a lowlife or the Prince of Persia. I am what I am." He would say with a shrug as he took another step forward so that he was right in front of her close enough that if he wasn't wearing a shirt he would be able to feel her breath on his skin. He would look down at her studying her. Not just her looks but her in general. She seemed smart, if a bit foolish. She was pretty but not so much that she would stand out in a crowd and have every male looking at her over every other girl around. She had guts. He concluded that she had potential.
"I see. I am... diffrent?" He would say with a smirk and a small scoff. However she had an attitude problem. She was far too cocky, it reminded him a lot of himself. And surprisingly that was not unpleasing. "And what makes me diffrent? The fact that I can fight? That I don't care if I hurt people? That I do what I want and take what I want because I want it? What exactly makes me diffrent in your mind?" He asked with a very cocky smirk as he looked down at her making sure to make eye contact unless she broke it.
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on May 12, 2008 21:02:10 GMT -8
Bastille raised a brow straining her neck as she looked up at him. God he was tall, why did he have to be so tall. She pouted beside herself then let out a sigh. This was a little tougher to answer.
“your mature, and you know what’s right and wrong, yet despite that you could careless and go all out no matter what society has given you or how is views you…” she said blinking her red eyes adjusting the sudden rush of sun light. She then rubbed her neck. The issue currently at hand was fading away and being replaced with a new one. Was it possible to shrink people yet? She had to crane her neck just to look at in this close proximity. She kept on hand on her hip the other hanging down and swinging her sunglasses back and forth as she watched him lost in plans to revolutionize science and invent something to shrink people, or make them taller.
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on May 12, 2008 21:07:34 GMT -8
Mathew laughed when he heard what she said. Not a chuckle but a full on laugh. That was a first, he couldn't remember the last person to admit that he knew the difference between right and wrong. He did of course he just did what he wanted, but so many people seemed to think that he was crazy because of it. They didn't realize that he was just going on his whims, but made elaborate plans to help him get in to a position that he would be able to do whatever he wanted.
As for his height, she wouldn't have to worry about it for long since he was leaning in to match her height, and if she didn't do anything that would prevent it he would kiss her right there.
Why kiss her? Why not? She was cute, smart, and interesting. Besides he wanted too. Not just because of her looks but he was curious as to what she would do. Would she kiss him back? Pull away? Hit him? He was ready to be hit, not that she could hurt him in all likelihood, but you don't go in to something if you are not willing to accept what comes. And her being able to hurt him was actually an option however slim. Either way he would see how this played out.
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on May 12, 2008 21:20:58 GMT -8
Bastille suddenly realized her thoughts where becoming reality. This guy was becoming shorter. Or was he? A sudden flash back hit her.
The blonde bastard sat staring at her with crimson eyes. A wide grin on his lips as he stepped towards Bastille who lay on the ground her insides half on the ground. She gave him a look glaring. He chuckled despite himself. She had been brave, and she had earned serious points in his book. That deserved a reward….his lips where against hers the next second and Bastille was suddenly strong enough to plunged her rapier into his groin. Needless to say four months later they where once again in the same position yet this time she kissed back rather then shoved a sword unnecessarily into his gut. However the memory was enough to remind Bastille why it was wrong. She had ran away from the manipulative bastard long ago, however the sensation was the same…..which brought her back to the present.
His lips on hers. Her red eyes widened as she stared at him in complete disbelief. She let a hard blush break out across her cheeks but she stood stock still. When he parted she continued to stare at him, this time her eyes narrowed and her brow twitching slightly.
“Are you satisfied?” she said her tone dangerously uneven. She was still to shocked to gain control. Could guys have a decent conversation without either being hormonal idiots and staring below her eye level or beating her to a pulp then kissing her, or just plane kissing her? She really wanted to know. What was it about men that thought they could always instigate such behavior? Bastille wouldn’t stand for that….oh like hell she would not.
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on May 12, 2008 21:30:26 GMT -8
The kiss wasn't too long just long enough for him to get a read on her. When he pulled away from her and straightened up he would look back down at her minus the grin from before. He was being very open right now and it was very apparent that he was weighing her on a set of mental scales. He listened to the tone of her voice and looked at her eyes. He took note of the blush on her cheeks and even how she stood.
"Not really." He would say before adding with a grin. "I thought you would be better. But still, the reaction was what I was looking for. More or less. You might just work." He would say giving her a small condescending ruffle of the hair. Right now he was just trying to push her buttons. He was testing how she reacted and just getting a feel for her in general. Hell he would even fight her if it came to that. He would just see where this all went, but he had a feeling things would be going his way no matter what happened.
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on May 12, 2008 21:35:59 GMT -8
She let out a low growl.
“well that sucks” she said bitterly. Her eyes twitching even more. Prey to predator her lips smoothed out into a smirk. She jumped suddenly and the next thing her lips where against his. This kiss also didn’t last long as she pushed away taking a few step back and grinning. Her look was no competitive. And a newer brighter fire blazed in her eyes as she chuckled from behind grinning teeth. Yes she had instigated that, and yes she would win. She turned her back on him with a small stout “hmph” and was walking back towards her tree. She stopped to look over her shoulder slightly then shoved her sun glasses back on and put up her fluffy collar. She was going to play around more when stakes became this high.
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on May 12, 2008 21:44:47 GMT -8
Well he certainly didn't expect her to jump and kiss him but who was he to complain? He would naturally kiss her back as he moved one of his hands around behind her to grab her ass. Mostly because he felt like it but he was still seeing just what she would do as he tried to press her buttons so he could discover what the function of each was. He had learned long ago that every woman was diffrent and they were never like the girls in a porn movie. He didn't expect her to start stripping her from need like a lot of guys seem to think. They thought differently then men, and Mathew tried to as well, even if he did fall prey to the same base instincts as all men. When the kiss broke. He would look at her calmly without grinning still with those reading eyes as she started to walk away.
"Well that was a little better but you are forgetting one thing. We are ditching class and if we stay here we will surely get caught. And while I am certain I can get out of it by force I am not sure if I would do the same if you got caught."
He would say honestly, because while she was interesting he was patient and he had no reason to stick his neck out to stop her from getting in trouble.
"So you can stay there if you want. But I think a change of scenery is in order." He would say as he turned around as well and began walking once again to the parking lot where his car could be found. Well the car he was using for now at least.
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on May 12, 2008 21:54:54 GMT -8
Bastille stopped dead in her tracks. Damnit unfazed…oh god, screw him being interesting or even above a lowlife. He was the lowest of the low along with the blonde bastard. Both of them could wrought in hell. No she was determined now to get a reaction out of his ass hole. And she would…romance was bastilles weak link. She hated relationships…because it was the only thing in her history to break her. She hissed running after him and jumping up using his shoulder and a pushing post and flipping over him to land in front of him.
“EXCUSE ME!” she said glaring.
“look pal, you kissed me, oh and had a nice hand with my backside, and yet I give you a kiss back and it doesn’t affect you?! And not only that you think I cant handle a few enforcers who want to put my ass in a juvenile jail cell…look buddy im not weak and I don’t appreciate being underestimated, and I especially don’t like being kissed as a way of determining my inner being. It’s a poor way to get reactions” she cursed her eyes glaring fire at him.
She crossed her arms over her chest as she continued to hold him in a patronizing stare. She almost wished an enforcer would come so she could pummel his face she was so peeved. Arrogant sun of a cow.
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on May 12, 2008 22:14:49 GMT -8
He heard the footfalls rushing behind him and assumed that she was just catching up to him since he was right, he always was. What he didn't expect was that little jumpy flip thing. He couldn't help but look up when she did that only to have to look down when she landed in front of him. He had to admit to himself that he was a bit impressed with that move. As someone that didn't go for air attacks it was something he would be hard pressed to do himself.
"So you are pissed because I wasn't shocked about it?" He would say raising an eyebrow coolly despite her yelling. "Sorry to tell you but I have been kissed many times before, it isn't a big deal. As for the hand....." He would shrug, "I just wanted to see what would happen if I goosed you." He said with a grin.
He wouldn't comment on the enforcers but instead he would just look her straight on showing that he wasn't intimidated by her in the slightest. And if she thought he was underestimating him, well he would let her show him what she could do.
"Fine. Punch me. Hard as you can." He would say spreading his arms out letting her have her pick of where to hit him. "Hell you can even go for the balls if you get off that way." He said with a small laugh. It really didn't matter to him. The ED coat was more then enough to protect him from harm. It was like a secondary Qi that protected his whole body, so he didn't care where she hit him.
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on May 12, 2008 22:23:15 GMT -8
She stared at him incredulously. Bastard. She sucked at close combat and she knew it. Her punch would be like a fly hitting an elephant. She stared at him a long while then rolled her eyes. Taking a deep sigh she took off her glasses again and stared at him long and hard. Shoving her glasses back on she shook her head and stalked off in a different direction.
“forget it, your not worth it” she hissed more to herself then to him though it was loud enough someone across the courtyard could hear it. She was returning to her lazy lag of a walk popping gum into her mouth and chewing it with intensity. Finding a rather shaded area of trees she took out her rapier and flung it into a tree. It went all they way through its trunk as Bastille pulled it out and slid down the tree. Punch him? Bah, rather not,….no point, no gain for herself other then to be ridiculed, no she rather remain a mystery…her fighting…her past…all of it seal up in her tiny mind. She let her mind wander back to a shrinking device and how possible it could be.
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on May 12, 2008 23:08:05 GMT -8
That was the difference between the two of them. Mathew had the drive to prove himself and make sure everyone knew what he could do. He craved the attention and fear, respect, awe, whatever went with it. It didn't matter to him, but she seemed content to just run away from a situation that didn't play out as she saw fit. It was funny how similar they seemed to be, and yet how diffrent.
"And thats why you can't take care of yourself." He would say simply. After all he was stating a fact in his mind there was no room for debate. "If a pillar or enforcer came you wouldn't stand a chance. You think you could just walk away? Looks like I was wrong. Maybe YOU are not worth my time and trouble."
He would say with a shrug as if her saying he wasn't worth it didn't bug him. And it didn't really, it stung a bit and it was itching at him but he wasn't about to go over there all desperate to be next to her. He wanted her to come to him, that was how this worked in his mind. He didn't run after people they came to him.
"The reason you chose not to hit me when I offered it was not a moral issue. You are afraid. You are afraid to show me that you are in fact weak. But, by choosing to walk away you only proved that you are, furthermore I am willing to bet that you can't even use that sword you carry. That if we were to have a little rumble I would be able to beat you with what you see now while you use that little sword of yours." He would say with a grin. He was sure that he could take her sword or no sword.
"My suggestion is that you go back home to your rich little parents before you get hurt, because you will. Hell if you were a guy and walked away from me like that I would put you out. You lucked out that I am a bit more lenient with girls since when they act rude I just assume they are on their periods."
He would say so casually that it was obvious that he was saying he assumed she was on her period because of how she was acting. He would just put his hands behind his head and watch her though. He wanted to see what happened. And if nothing happened, well he would be disappointed but he would live.
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on May 13, 2008 15:43:14 GMT -8
“AND THAT, is why im not hitting you!” she said quietly from her tree shoving off her ear phones to hear him.
“fighting you would be a complete waist of time, and wind me up in a hospital, your right, you could take me, and im 95% positive you would win. There is no reason for you to loose except my stubborn attitude. So punching you would be the god stupidest thing I’ve ever gone about and done.
Secondly, who is to say just because I don’t feel like winding up on a gurney that I cant beat an enforcer, your stronger then them…doesn’t mean that they are stronger then me because I wont take a hit at you. And yes I WOULD walk away without a second thought to an enforcer…but if they attacked me then I might feel motivated enough to throw a punch back….” She explain now nonchalantly as her music calmed down her ego. She though better when she wasn’t in a state of shock. She touched her lips lightly though her eyes were no longer visible behind her sun glasses. She then looked at him.
She then took her sword and got to her feet taking a deep breathe. Calm no she stood there her back to him for a long while under the shade of a tree. Her lips purses into a thin and hard line. She grumbled something about hating to fence in biker boots, however suddenly she was swinging her sword. It gave off the illusion she wasn’t touching the ground at all as she almost danced across the ground using light steps and fast movements to attack unseen opponent. Sudden she stopped as two trees suddenly lost a good portion of their leaves. The leave turning into small confetti pieces as she had used her sword as an impact weapon rather then slicing, it was dull so it wouldn’t cut anything anyway.
Turning to face him with her lips still closed in a thin line she stared at him her sword up pointed at him. She lowered it and rolled her eyes. “but my demonstration wouldn’t please someone that has your status…no….no it would defiantly not…that is why I get mad, because powerful people fail to see value in others, that is another reason I left the world above…except worth is dealt with money not fists…” she explained carefully. Suddenly she up standing next to him. Her movement had been visible but faster then a normal teenage girl could run let alone what she did which was more of a sifting motion into place. She let a smirk play her lips.
“am I making sense?” she asked flatly.
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on May 13, 2008 15:56:58 GMT -8
He would listen to her rant and watch her display of swordsmanship with a bored look on his face. Normally he wouldn't have a bored look on his face except he was trying to mask his real thoughts. Which were simply impressed. Not by her tough girl attitude, that was a bit dull since it seemed like a cover to not try. It was her demonstration with the sword that caught his eye. It wasn't the swordplay itself that did it but that she could do it. This... apathetic little girl could handle a weapon. THAT was interesting to him. If it had been a guy like say Leon or a pillar it wouldn't have made him blink once, but this came a bit unexpected, and that could be useful.
"Oh I understand what you are saying babe." He would say with an unimpressed shrug keeping up with his arrogant appearance. "But, you are coming off as a spoiled little child. I never said I would hit you back, I wasn't intending too. It was a freebie." He would say with a grin. "I just wanted to see if you could throw a punch, but apparently you are afraid of breaking a nail or something. I will admit you look like you might be able to handle the sword but I still have my doubts if you could do anything against someone that wasn't a tree." He said bluntly hoping to egg her on since she seemed to react when he played her down. So he would do that and see where this went.
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