My Version of Bouncing (Open)

[Jericho]

{OOC: Do whatever you like here, totally open.}


"What are you doing?"

"Huh?"

"I said, what are you doing?"

I stopped punching the bloody gash on the kid's arm long enough for him to stop wailing.

"Sorry he was being loud. What's your problem?"

The older looking woman, I think she was a nurse or something, stared at me with a confused look I've gotten used to over the years. Why do they always do that? Finally she found her voice and said in the same annoyingly plain tone as before,

"You're beating a student who came to the infirmiry for help. He has a deep gash on his right arm that needs stitching and you're punching it?"

Now it was my turn to stare. Why was that weird? I looked from the kid to the nurse, kid to the nurse. He was biting his lip in shock as I held him there, my balled up fist splattered with his blood. I took another moment to think before answering and said,

"I'm just making sure he's here for a good reason. When he first walked up it was barely a scratch. So I worked it over a little. I guess it's good enough now but I still think it could be better..."

I let go of his shirt and he dropped to the floor in a heap. I gave him a little nudge with my foot to move him along and he scampered away on hands and knees, past the nurse and through the infirmiry doors. The nurse kept staring at me so finally I shrugged and leaned back against the wall. Seriously what was her problem? I'd been doing that sort of thing all morning, that's why the girl before that kid has a broken ankle instead of a limp and the little guy before her has a concussion instead of a bloody nose. If anything the nurse should be thanking me for making her job exciting instead of dealing with tummy aches all day.

She finally got the hint and walked back inside without arguing. I thought I saw her reach for a phone but I wasn't sure. Eh, whatever. Back to bouncer detail. Gotta make sure people are earning such high quality care...

[David B.]

Davids phone buzzed, a text message having been delivered.

'Some guy is outside the infirmary beating on my patients. I need help.'

David flicked his phone shut, and pushed off the wall he had been leaning against while eating his lunch. He tossed it in the garbage, only having taken one bite from his apple, and headed in a B-line for the infirmary, cracking his neck and knuckles. He had only been a pillar for a day or two, but since then he had dropped the violence by over eleven percent. While that may not seem like much, it was a lot, especially for one man. People came to fear and respect him, FAR more than they feared or respected the name of Mitsuki, and he was more than happy to accept the it as long as the students remained in line.

He rounded the corner, leaning against the wall and looking over the individual standing there.

"Excuse me. Is there any particular reason you see fit to stand outside our infirmary and beat on students going inside? Please tell me its a good one, otherwise, our talk isn't going to end kindly."

Davids face was calm, his voice steady. He hadn't been in any fights yet today, and he wasn't eager to start any, but most of the students responded to only one thing around here- force.

This kid would leave.

By force, if necessary.

[Jericho]

I was tracing the trickle of blood as it inched it's way down my forearm when I heard someone approaching. Another customer so soon, must be an especially busy day out there. I looked up when I heard the footsteps stop and saw a man. Odd, he didn't LOOK hurt. Maybe it was interal or something. That might be enough to warrant letting him by, but just to be sure...

I went to take a step forward when he interrupted me with a speech. A minor one, thank God (or whoever lives up there). He asked the same question the nurse had. Why was everyone having such a hard time understanding it? Fine, I'll explain it one more time. I sighed a little and began,

"The people coming here are barely hurt. Like, 'I broke a nail and I need a transplant' barely hurt. I'm just making sure they've earned the health care, that's all. Don't worry, the nurse is good, no one's died yet. So how about you, what's your reason for being here?"

The man was taller than I, thin but probably still outweighed me. Biggest one I'd seen yet. And he had red eyes or something, that was pretty cool. But he still didn't impress me. Nothing ever did though. So I leaned back against the wall, head tilted forward and watching him, to wait for his answer.

[David B.]

David sighed. Either this guy was being sarcastic and looking for trouble, or he was dead serious but a little insane. He opted for the first one. David took his hands from his pockets while leaning against the wall and scowled.

"My name is David Blaze. I was called here by a frightened school nurse. I'm the Varsity Capitan of 259, and as of right now, your on my bad side."

He stood, and pointed over his shoulder with his thumb in the direction of the empty halls.

"I think you should leave."

He heard the locking of the infirmary doors, the nurses head poking up briefly to investigate before slipping away into the hospital wing. Things looked like they may turn ugly, and she could see that. She was the one who texted me, since David had sent his number around to the janitors, nurses, and repairmen that worked constantly around the school. He told them to give him a buzz if they had any troubles, though this was the first time he had ever been called upon.

He folded his arms across his chest and waited for the boys response.

[Jericho]

My head cocked to the side unconscitiously as I listened to him. Frightened nurse? She didn't look frightened, a bit puzzled maybe but not frightened. And she had called him, David Braised or whatever he said his name was. Varsity Captain? What the hell is that, football slang or something? Arrgghhhh, I was getting confused! Frustrated by the recent turn of events I pushed off the wall and stood on my own two feet directly across from the man. I folded my arms over my chest like him and paced up and down the wall for a few moments, confusion probably obvious on my face.

"Leave? I can't leave I'm still working! Look, Dave, you're not stupid. From the look of you anyway. Tell ya what, I can see you're not happy about something. Since you're Captain or whatever you must be the normal person for this job. I get it, you're mad I took your spot. So here's my idea..."

I pointed to my mouth and said in a completely serious tone, "I'm hungry, I need a sandwich. How 'bout you take over here for a while, while I take a lunch break. I'll come back after that, finish today's shift, and you can have it from now on? Ok? I'm sure you know what to do, no need to explain. But I've been having a lot of luck with making wounds wider, that seems to have a good effect. Try that. "

I walked over and stopped just in front him, looking him in the eye. I held out my hand to shake his. No need for bad blood. "Ok?"

[David B.]

David shook his head.

"I don't think your understanding me. Here at 259, People don't just beat other people to make sure they are worthy of medical attention. It's just not done. So there wont be any more shifts today, or any other day."

He turned to face the boy.

"And Varsity Captain means that I'm a pillar. A leader of the student body. You get to be one by showing your strong enough to beat one, or by gaining the position in another fashion. My job is to make sure everyone has a nice day, and I'm sure those kids your injuring further aren't having a very nice day. So lets not have anymore situations like this, shall we? Then me and you can get along just fine."

Davids long winded reply was done, but only in response to the kids own long-winded response. He was a little confused as to what the fellow was getting at, but he seemed rather serious when talking as though he had never heard of the pillar system. David didn't care, he would play along even if it was a joke. He, truthfully, didn't want there to be any bad blood between them either, but if the kid kept purposely injuring students, There would be.

[Jericho]

Pillars? That's a new one. Might have to make a mental note on the subject, look into it later. In the mean time...this guy just looks like too much fun. All serious and certain, telling me how 259 operates. But I picked up on the irony in his words. Uncrossing my arms and snorting quietly under my breath I looked at him with an upraised head and said happily,

"So I can't beat someone to make their day more interesting but you can beat someone else in an attempt to prevent it? That's just sick logic right there. And judging by the number of people coming here with injuries no doubt taken from fights, you're not doing a very good job."

I felt my mouth pulling wide into a smile. My smile. The one everyone always remembers. Through this smile I said in a voice I'm sure he found at least a bit disconcerting,

"Hmph, you're just like me. You like playing with people, seeing how far you can go. You won't admit it of course. The only difference between us is that you hide behind a badge and a title. Well ok, I'll play along too. But remember, months from now...what I've said."

And with that I lunged forward. There was only a small distance between us and I crossed that easily. I shot my right fist out in a quick jab but it was a feint, which would get pulled back at the last second. My real target was his foot, the arch of the foot to be exact. Drop your heel hard enough on that bone and you can shatter it easily. Hopefully he'd fall for the punch long enough for my right heel to come up behind it and crush his left foot.

[David B.]

This guy was trying to find fault in his words. The so called "irony" he seemed to find was totally different. This man had done wrong, and, by beating on those weaker than him, deserved a beating himself. If the fellow hadn't noticed, David was a little different. He had given fair warning, stated that it was wrong to do something like that for no reason other than amusement and torment, and told him it wasn't to happen again. Instead of realizing the fault, he tried to twist words, and make David out to be just like him. There was a huge difference between the two of them. David didn't beat on people for fun, or to protect himself. He only crushed those who crushed others for their own enjoyment. He didn't do it for pleasure, he did it because it was his duty, his honor, to help those students who were unable to defend themselves from people like this man.

He wouldn't explain it to this man, however, knowing full well that words were wasted on people like him. They believed themselves the pinnacle of justice, and dealt out pain and hate just for the fun of it. He was glad to know the fellow was leaving. He pushed off the wall to follow, only to see the sudden switch in the kids posture, and the fist heading for his face. He grabbed the fist and brought up his right root-the same one the kids foot missed stomping on- And kicked him square in the chest, hard enough to embed the fellows body in the wall, and quick enough to be nigh unnoticeable. As the kid would fly back, David would begun rolling up his sleeves until both were above the elbow or until the fellow attacked again. If the kid took a moment to breathe, David would speak as he rolled up his sleeves, eyes glued to the boy in front of him.

"Not very smart, are you? What part of 'strongest in the school' didn't show up in my explanation of the pillar-ship? I could turn everything you said against you, but we both know that wouldn't do any good, so instead I'm going to give you the chance to get the hell out of here and live to fight another day, without injuries."

Davids face was calm. All along, since he arrived, he was on edge. He knew that most situations ended up in fighting, and so had prepared for this one to end up that way too. He would allow the boy to leave, should he wish, but if he attacked again, no such offer would be made twice.

If he continued to press when at a serious disadvantage, David would make sure he regretted not accepting his offer to leave.

[Jericho]

OOC: Sorry for the POV change, still testing what writing style works best for Jericho.

Jericho was stopped cold. If by cold one means a boot in the chest than yeah, cold. There was a look of surprise that stayed on his face as he flew backward, slamming full against the unyielding walls, head snapping back and smashing the plaster with an audible crack. Rag doll physics took hold and his body slumped forward, first to his knees, then to his face. It was a huge attack that stunned Jericho for a moment as he lay on the cold tile. But in the next breath he stirred, and, acting as if nothing in the slightest had happened, hauled himself up to his feet.

Smiling with a huge grin, Jericho said in a disturbingly calm yet excited tone, "Nope, never was too smart. Don't care whether you're Bruce Lee himself, I'm not backing down. You're strong but it's a shell; inside you're soft. You won't kill me, won't go far enough to stop me for good. You're a self made savior and you work with logic. That's why you'll lose in the end. Me? I don't have those hang ups. Sure I'll lose now, but pretty soon..."

Jericho lept forward again. Learning wasn't his strong suit. He worked on brutality, pressure, and the blessing of the gods of war. Rather than feint another attack he instead went straight on. He copied David's move and shot his right leg out in a straight kick, boot strong and fast. He might miss, he might be countered. He might connect. He didn't much care. He wanted blood. Anyone's blood. Even his own. But until he couldn't move another inch, he would rage forward. Jericho's face a twisted, smiling mask of aggression.

David was about to meet the chaotic side of the human brain. The one that worked on base emotion, on anger and lust and fear and saddness. He could conquer it today but...you can't win everyday.

[David B.]

((No Problem ))

David sighed, allowing the boot to land and send him, in turn, back into the wall. Small cracks erupted around the wall near his body, though it was nothing like what his kick had done. While it had been strong, it hadn't really affected him at all. He rolled his shoulders and stepped away from his bodies outline, eyes staring at the kid in front of him. He was slow, and weak. Why the HELL would someone pick a fight with someone like him? A Pillar? One of the strongest students in the school, and here was this newbie trying his best to take him out. David shrugged.

"Think what you will. I see no reason to persuade someone who takes sick pleasure out of beating students into their right for medical attention. All i have left to say is this- You better hope that nurse has a soft side for you, or else has a deep well of pity, because chances are, your heading in there next."

David shot straight at the boy with incredible speed, catching him by his head with both hands and yanking down, throwing his right knee up at the same time to crash into his face. Hard. Hard enough to break something. David wasn't playing around. If the kid was smart and covered himself before David reached him, which, due to Davids clearly outclassing him would be incredible in and of itself, He would find his head released after the knee slammed into his face, and David would proceed to shoot out punches to both his head and torso, alternating punches with his Boxing Experience in a way to Damage and defeat.

This would be over soon enough.

[Jericho]

David took the kick and Jericho watched with a sense of satisfaction as he made his own plaster angel in the wall. He said that Jericho got sick pleasure from hurting other students. That wasn't true. Sure there was a little pleasure, but it was far from sick. It was...it was just there. Jericho wanted to do it so he did. He felt nothing for the students he hurt and he felt nothing for the attacker now. He merely wanted the moment. What was here and now. For reasons he never understood.

The next attack was too fast to stop. Too fast to even properly brace for. Jericho's head was snatched up and the next second there was a knee in his face. He felt his eye socket snap in two and the bone pierce the skin. His body staggered backward as a small rivlet of blood opened under his left eye and ran freely down his face. Then a punch to the temple. And another to the solar plexus. And another. And another.

He was being beaten bloody faster than he had ever been beaten in his life. Every time a plan began to form a punch blew it to pieces and blasted it out the back of his skull. He relied on instinct and fell to his knees to avoid another flurry. While there he had enough sense left to punch straight for David's balls. He was so close and already at level that it was quite likely such an unusual attack might find its mark.

But it was already desperation. Though Jericho ignored his injuries he knew the damage was piling up at a massive rate. He had best another 30 seconds left of hits like that before he was in serious trouble.

[David B.]

Funny thing with David is this- when he's angry, punching him in the balls only pisses him off more. Sure, it hurts like hell, but the adrenaline from it only adds fuel to his flaming fire of anger. Thats only when he's angry, though.

David, from the start of this battle, hadn't been angry.

As the kid dropped to his knees, David thought the fight over sooner than he anticipated, and didn't even bother to think there might be a shot to the nuts headed his way. Sure, he looked down, sure he saw the punch. But by the time he realized it, it was far too late. The fist hit him square in the nuts, crashing his mind with pain. He fell back into the wall, holding his manhood as his stomach racked with it. He couldnt even get angry, his balls hurt so bad. Not to the point where he couldnt move, but enough to give him pause.

"You Fucking ASSHOLE!"

Why a punch to the nuts? hit him in the diaphragm, or in the kneecap, where the joint is weak on the side. Not in the nuts. Anywhere but his nuts. He would walk over and began to pummel the kid with punches. Punches that came with his incredible strength. Before, when hitting the kid, he had been using quite a bit of his punching power, but now he unleashed it all, hammering the fellows brain, using his speed to only add MORE power to the blows. If the kid had moved from his kneeling position before David had attacked, it would be dealt with accordingly, hoping to end it now rather than later, his genitals begging for the fight to end.

[Jericho]

Just before the beatdown continued Jericho managed to say with a smug tone, "Haha, looks like I struck a nerve. Or maybe two-"

He had a fist in his face the next second, breaking blood vessels in his nose and causing a fountain to erupt from his nostrils.

Jericho staggered backward, falling over hands and knees to avoid any more of the blows. They felt even stronger than before, even quicker. Guess the psycho had found the Pillar's weak point. Well, any man's weak point, but David especially it seemed. Jericho would have to remember that, if he survived. Fewer punches were hitting him now, as he fell backward and staggered around with every new volley. But each one did equally as much damage as two. After close to another 10 seconds of nonstop punching Jericho hit the floor completely.

He fell backward, landing ass first quickly followed by his back. Staring up at the other man through swollen, bloody, broken eyes, he spied a chance for one last act of definace. David was close after the final knockdown, close enough for each man's feet to touch with little effort. So Jericho did just that. He snapped out both heels and aimed for David's ankles, both of them. As quick as Dave was two at once was tough to avoid, especially when you're pissed off and not expecting it.

But that would be about it. Jericho would leave David with possibly a broken ankle or two. After that he would barely be even able to move. Whatever. It was his body that gave out, not his spirit. Ignoring everything to the last, he said as he attacked, "The bigger they are, the harder they fall!"

[David B.]

David, as the blows rained down, stood over the fellow. The kid brought back his legs, and he frowned.

Are you serious?

The legs shot out for his legs, and David easily hopped to the side, the legs entering nothing but empty space. He didn't say anything to the boys claim of him falling, he simply walked over to the now weakened kid, and slammed his knee down on his face, hard enough to knock him out, but not hard enough to kill him or break much. If the attack landed, he would pick up the unconscious fellow, or damn near to unconscious, and take him into the nurses office, who would unlock the door after making sure it was safe.

She would mouth a "thank you so much" before calling in some big fellows to take the guy into get help.

David would then take his leave, heading for his dorm to take a little break, his stomach aching and his balls throbbing.

[Jericho]

[OOC: Not to kill everything you wrote but...]

Jericho missed and the knee fell. Oh well, you couldn't have expected much more from the guy. The levels were just too far apart. He knew but he fought anyway. Was it pride? Or ignorance? Or some combination of the two? Who knew? Cause Jericho certainly didn't. As the knee struck his whole body spasmed, arms and legs jerking involuntairily. Then everything stopped. Jericho was out cold. But like before, he wasn't for very long. As if pulled by his own sheer will, he stirred. Jericho, half dead at this point, could feel David crouching down to pick him up.

Jericho would have none of it.

Gurgling blood and spitting droplets out as he spoke, in a raspy, hoarse voice, "Don't...*gahck*...touch me...*hurf*"

Using the last bit of reserve he'd managed to keep, Jericho turned over, away from David, and crawled on his hands of knees toward the infirmary door. Reaching the heavy entrance he reached up and hauled himself up by the doorknob, his feet limp and unresponsive beneath him. Temporary paralysis from the likely concussion he recieved no doubt.

The nurse, angel she was, unlocked the door. Jericho, twisting the door knob to stay upright, unwittingly opened the door and feel through, coming to a sickening thud at the feet of the nurse. The nurse thanked David and attempted to move Jericho but again he refused help. He disappeared inside the room, finally being subdued by a pair of large orderlies. As the door closed, David would undoubtedly see Jericho, lying bloody and beaten on the examining table. Smiling. The smile had never once left his face. And then the door shut.