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Post by Bastille Amtrum on May 13, 2008 16:07:22 GMT -8
This brought a very apparent smirk to her face. Almost evil. She raised a brow then licked her lips lightly. “ah…is that so….in that case” she said quietly and was up in the air in a moment choosing to take her free be. Her hands weren’t her strong suit but she could use her legs well. She swung her foot back and with a flash her knee was ramming into his side. She had put quite a bit of effort into it but weather it hurt him or not was no concern to her. She took a few steps back and turned around flicking hair over her shoulder and grinning.
“I never said I wasn’t a spoiled brat, Mathew…on the contrary I am quite spoiled” she said with a wink over her sunglasses. Putting her hands behind her head she turned around to face him with an almost wicked grin upon her very dainty lips.
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on May 13, 2008 16:19:30 GMT -8
Finally she decided to attack him, apparently fear of retaliation had stayed her hand before. Mathew had only to do what he did best, he would take the hit noting just what she did. From the fact that she chose her legs over her arms to attack him and also the fact that she jumped up to hit him. From that he would deduce that she didn't fight with her hands and had a wide array of air attacks. Though he was also judging from her jump over him from before. With that in mind it was a simple matter for him to conclude that she couldn't fight with her hands well at all in a hand to hand brawl and would likely be useless in a grapple because it would go against her style and the fact that she is a light weight woman would also hinder her. That would make her a long range fighter if anything, jump kicks and flips. That was the impression he got from her thus far though.
Because he chose to take the hit he would feel a dull impact on his side where her blow landed but as he deduced before she was not even able to make him flinch. Still she might have potential and potential was worth more then current skill since the one to shape that normally could control it. Not always directly but by instilling their own style they would know what they were capable of and by not teaching everything you knew you could insure that you could still beat them thus keeping you in control.
He would stare at her blankly obviously calculating everything that had happened as she grinned at him with her dainty lips. Slowly a grin would appear on his own once again. He really liked where this is going.
"Well if you care, I would say you would be hard pressed to beat an enforcer let alone a pillar, but you have potential. Also you made it quite obvious that you are spoiled. I could tell that before I kissed you and afterwards your reaction confirmed it." He would say smugly as he crossed his arms over his chest.
"Though there is one thing I noticed." He would say as he looked up at the sky away from her. "You have no clue what you want." He would finish before looking down at her again with a cocky grin on his face that just dared her to tell him he was wrong.
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on May 13, 2008 16:29:36 GMT -8
“heres a secret, in truth girls never know what they want. We over calculate everything….unless we are stupid then well we are stupid….nah I suppose that’s not what you mean,….”
She seemed lost in that comment. Thinking about it she stared at the sky a moment as if trying to find the answer to prove him wrong but she shrugged with a soft smile now and let out a sigh. “your right, I haven’t the slightest clue”…She seemed troubled by that fact if only for a moment then turned to stare at the window of a class room near by. Not that she found any interest in what was inside. She was more looking at her reflection. She wondered if this guy would give her something to want. Though she hoped it wasn’t revenge. She wasn’t into vengeance.
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on May 13, 2008 16:42:42 GMT -8
"Of course that is not what I meant. That would be like me saying you are crazy like all girls are crazy. I mean you choose to come to a place like this because people like us interest you. But all you did was walk in to a den of snakes because the scales look pretty. Look around you babe, this den is full of treasure and all you can see are the pretty scales." He said motioning his arms outward as if he was showing her that there was literally jewels and gold behind him piled up.
"What you need to do is think about why you are really here? I doubt it was from curiosity. If I had to guess, mommy and daddy pissed you off and this is a 'I'll show them' move." He was sure that he was right, that he had the right reading on this girl. And he wasn't going to let up. She responded to aggression so he would be aggressive. He would jam his finger in to her chest as he continued telling her what she had to do.
"You need to figure out why the hell you are here and figure it out fast missy. I am not going to tell you what you should do since that isn't my problem. But I will give you some friendly advice. You get in MY way and I won't play nice. You join up with the Pillars and be a goody good and you will be hunted. You start breaking the rules and causing trouble and you will be hunted. You keep your head down and just try and get through the day and you will be hunted. There is no neutral ground in schools like these. If you can't handle that then I suggest you go back to mommy before someone messes up that pretty little face, and they will judging from the prissy little attitude that you have shown me today." He would say keeping his finger digging in to her as he looked down at her letting his eyes bore in to her. She was lucky, he was not normally this friendly and helpful to people. She caught him on a good day.
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on May 13, 2008 16:52:30 GMT -8
Bastille smirked raising a brow. His finger was starting to bug her, not hurt her of course, just bug her for the fact he had just minutes ago kissed her. She took a step back and opened her arms.
“ah, now now, your getting ahead of yourself in assumption, I love my parents…they didn’t do a thing to get me into this school….no I want something that will get me off my lazy ass, and get me to want something more then cigarettes and beating up petty kids in the city. You’ve pleased me in showing me I chose the right place, a challenge… im not a wimp, though spoiled I am, and I know what I stepped into…this snake den has fangs, is that what you are getting at?!” she said grinning wickedly now. Her arms where wide open.
“I think the answer to your earlier question, about what in my head was it that motivated me to come here, I think it was insanity to be honest….so im insane…and a little bored, what of it…im not going to run from a fight, but im not going to start it either…so stop your lecturing, because I’ve heard it before” she was still grinning her arm open wide leaving her chest wide open. She took a few more steps back and was grinning.
Shoving her bomber jacket around her shoulders to show the fading scars from previous fights she held up her arm wide and smirked putting her glasses upon her head.
“lets prove it shall we, punch me now….i don’t care how hard, I wont block and I refuse to …..i might just be the most insane girl you’ll ever meet, but don’t get me wrong, I know these snakes have venom…I want it to sting like hell” she said her bright crimson eyes flaring with truth in her words.
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on May 13, 2008 17:04:37 GMT -8
Mathew grinned when she told him to punch her. He wasn't afraid of breaking a nail and he would do it. He had no problems in hitting a girl and she was literally asking for it. However just as she didn't punch him he didn't plan to punch her either. He would do her one better, he would show her one of his personal favorite moves. A quick one two combo if you will. She had even done him the favor of backing away to give him some room. How kind of her.
He would move his head to both sides popping his neck before cracking his knuckles making a big show of this, even though his hands would have very little to do with this attack.
Once that was done Mathew would launch himself forward. The distance wasn't very far so he almost instantly dived in to a roll pressing his hands in to the ground in order to spring his body upwards diagonally at her in a donkey kick. Both of his feet would be heading for her chin to deliver an upper cut with his legs if you would. Regardless of whether the attack landed or not his body would have to fall from gravity and as it did he would shift his body weight using his hands to spin his body so that he moved in a circle over the ground turning this motion in to a sweep kick aimed to kick her legs out from under her.
Still this was not a fight and after the sweep kick he would stop his spin and pick himself up off of the ground to look at her with a raised eyebrow whether or not she was floored from his personal favorite opening move.
"Like that?" He would ask with a smirk and a mischievous glint in his green eyes.
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on May 13, 2008 17:31:27 GMT -8
Bastille was ready for that. And her eyes followed with ease. At first there was no pain just loss of air like normal. But then the pain did hit her and he eyes narrowed slightly. Though the grin never left her face. She felt the second hit like a flash as her mussels responded by tensing up. She was flat on the ground the next second on her back staring incredulously up at him. At first her bright red eyes only stared at him calm and unafraid. As blood dripped from her lip she suddenly broke out into giggles. She whipped the blood from her lip and let her arm lay flat against the pavement stretched out. She gave out a huge sigh her giggles ceasing.
“let me guess your first move in most battles?” she asked curtly not bothering to get up much. She was to busy smiling like a child who just got a new bright shiny balloon.
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on May 13, 2008 17:46:06 GMT -8
"Wrong, that move normally only works once on a person. It is a fun one but not the most used." He would say watching the giggling girl. He found it funny that she chose to laugh at that move when most people that took it ended up groaning in pain, especially when they took the blow to the face when it normally was meant for the chest. That was very interesting. She was tougher then she looked apparently.
"I have to say, you are taking the hit rather well. Most people lay moaning in pain." He would say honestly looking down at her before offering her his hand to help her up. Should she accept his hand he would pull her up before slowly reaching out and wiping the blood off of her face with a finger as he continued to look down at her, his green gaze meeting her red one.
"You really are something else." He would say with a very pleased grin on his face. This was shaping up to be a very good day for him.
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on May 13, 2008 18:35:04 GMT -8
She had taken his hand and stood up rather quickly wobbling slightly from blood loss to the head. She was still human and that meant not getting up to fast or her head spun. She blinked a couple of times feeling his finger on her face and she almost gripped It to shove him over, it was reflex but she held it back. There was no need to hit him. She laughed lightly pushing her hair behind her ear and smirking wagging her sunglasses.
“im kind of insane….I warned you though I think you broke these….i might have to get you back for that” she said with sarcasm. She took a deep breathe then stared up at him. Her crimson eyes processing something silently then she turned away.
“well it is my first day, maybe I should attend class” she said as she turned around suddenly feeling awkward that there had been a silence like that. She moved almost mechanically away from him.
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on May 13, 2008 18:48:11 GMT -8
"Well normal is overrated." He would say with a casual tone as he brushed his bangs out of his face again with a fluid motion of his right hand. He was really liking this girl so far, she was interesting, and had a bit of a bite to her. That was always good since it was boring when a girl didn't have a backbone. Naturally he would have to be the dominate one if anything was to happen even if it was friendship. That was just how he rolled, he didn't like to be under anyone most of the time, and if he was under someone it had better be a girl.
"Or..." He would start when she turned saying that she should go to class since it was her first day. "We could leave and maybe get something to eat or drink." He would say with a casual shrug. He was asking her out, not as a girlfriend but asking her out. He was interested and he thought that she was hinting at it.
"It's up to you though, who am I to keep you from your... studies." He would say with a smirk. He was already assuming that she didn't really want to go to class. He asked her with the assumption that she would agree, but that was just his style. It was almost inconceivable that someone would turn HIM down.
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on May 13, 2008 18:57:54 GMT -8
Bastille turned and gave him a very confused look. Her lips pressed into a smirk.
“maybe next time” she said with a smirk then towed herself towards a building. She was inside the next minute holding the door open as she glanced at him one last time for a while. She smirked again and winked though it was hardly noticeable and she closed the door behind her walking into class. Of course there was an enforcer inside. Murphy’s law. She laughed and tripped him with her rapier then dashed for her classroom slamming herself in. She looked at the teacher with a brisk smile and held up a note book. “first day sir I got lost” she said and took and empty seat near the window looking out of it. The teacher seemed annoyed but let it slide and picked up with the lesson. Bastille ignored the stares from numerous boys as she turned her attention to the sky outside. She smiled softly out the window. “I need to tell Homi…..” she thought silently. “seems I really am a sucker for the bullies” she chimed almost with a happy note. “though it wouldn’t hurt….to keep him guessing….i wonder….how would you react if it turned out this way?” she asked the imaginary blonde bastard in her head. Her lips pursed into a frown....man they where annoying….yet….so very interesting.
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on May 13, 2008 19:10:45 GMT -8
Mathew wasn't really the kind of guy to watch a girl walk away because he was swooning over her. When she said maybe next time he would just shrug as if saying her loss before turning around and heading to the parking lot. He intended to skip class and last thing he wanted was someone else to try and get him to go to class like a good little boy. Because he was walking away he didn't see her turn and wink at him but he figured he would just see how things played out, it wasn't like he wouldn't see her again. After all red eyes would make her stand out, thats for sure.
Humming as he left the courtyard he would head over to the truck he had stolen and he would get inside before reaching down and hot wiring it. He wasn't worried about the cops since he swapped the plates with those of another car, his old one from back East. So it wouldn't be too apparent that it was a stolen truck. It certainly didn't look like anything that would stand out. He wasn't stupid after all.
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