SPLOSION#1 (Gabriel Seran)

[Aunrea J.]

Aunrea was about 2 blocks from school. She was walking along on her merry way exploring the shades of colors in the flowers, taking in the fresh smell of just sprinkled lawns, and enjoying the uneven cracks in the pavement. Stepping on a crack was bad luck, so she took each step in exact proportion, so that every time her foot would hit the sidewalk in the same pattern, according to the lines.

It was a nice day for walking. The sun was out and shining bright and it was a fair 73 with a slight breeze. Aunrea had on her purple flowy striped dress with thin straps, underneath a solid green and blue polka doted shirt, rainbow chucks, an assortment of bangles and bracelets, a multitude of necklaces, a light blue knit beanie with 2 pig tails underneath, and her black messenger bag with the rainbow pained across it. The people in the pretty white jacket club all complemented her on her way out to breakfast. It was quite emeemosynary of them, because they didn’t just go handing out compliments every day!

As she continued walking down the side walk she had the sudden urge to take her shoes off to feel the side walk. So that’s exactly what she did. As she wrangled with her laces on the sidewalk facing the person at 43 Parkwood street’s home she saw a shadow creep up behind her. The rainbow on her messenger next to her seemed to dull a little in it’s vibrancy. The shadow had a looming feel. Aunrea, with one shoe on, stood up and pretended to smell the rose bush on the edge of the lawn, turning just enough to see who was coming. She didn’t see the person, instead she saw more shadow, implying the person was quite tall. That, or the sun behind the person was in fact the east and it was around 7:45 AM, meaning she was 15 minuets late for school.

Aunrea stood up straight and swooped up her messenger bag and continued walking down the sidewalk. It felt strange to feel cold, hard, sidewalk on one foot, and warm, soft, shoe on the other. Her toes on her bare right foot began to freeze to the point where she couldn’t feel them hit the ground anymore. She debated stopping to put the other on, or take the other off, but continued walking. She could still hear foot steps behind her, but didn’t see any shadow. Aunrea figured the person was just walking to school as well, but just to be sure, she veered off the sidewalk onto the edge of a drive way and sat herself down facing the street. As she sat the looming feel seemed to grow once more, and her rainbow faded as well.

[Alexander Dvoryanstvo]

((OOC: Whoops, sorry, I didn't notice the Gabriel tag in your title. Let me know if you want me to modify/delete this post.))

Alex was running late again. But today was different; today he just didn't care. Witnessing some of his classmates get gunned down in front of him the previous day had broadened his perspective. Consequently, Alex for the moment found the opinions of his instructors, or the thought of being scolded publicly, jejune. Even his own academic aspirations seemed to lose all significance in the face of his own mortality. Today, it was all he could do to even drag himself out of bed.

Getting up late had its consequences; Alex had missed the bus, and was forced to take a long walk from his apartment all the way to the #259 campus. The moment was precious; walking outside in the cold gave him time to overcome his shock. Alex stopped for a moment and took in his surroundings. He was on a sidewalk, in the middle of a suburban neighborhood. American architecture had never appealed to Alex; in his mind it lacked any sort of artistic flourish. The homes that surrounded him were Xeroxed eggcartons, built without care or pride. Inside their small houses lived small men and women, leading small lives, thinking small thoughts.

"So much of human effort is wasted on distraction," Alex said, to no one in particular. He continued his walk.

Some minutes later, Alex spotted a colorfully-dressed girl walking on the same side of the road, less than two-hundred feet in front of him. He squinted, and as he did, he took in her dress, her pigtails, the bag she carried, and the way that she walked. Alex's state of mind made the girl seem all the more beautiful, all the more innocent. The contrast was almost too much for him.

Alex maintained his pace, and the distance between them closed. He noticed that the girl was moving erratically, sometimes pausing to avoid some of the cracks in the sidewalk. Just as he used to do--when he was a small boy. Alex didn't feel the need to engage in conversation; he was being rewarded more simply by observing.

Suddenly, the girl sharply turned, clutching her bag, and took off down a nearby alleyway. Given the circumstances, Alex was almost hurt by her flight. For a moment, he watched her walk away. He turned to continue the way he was originally headed.

'Get a grip,' he thought to himself. 'Be nice.'

"Hey, uh," Alex said, his voice echoing down the alleyway. "You heading to #259? Cause it's this way," he said, pointing towards the sidewalk that he was on.

[Gabriel Seran]

(OOC: Um it was suposed to be a fight training thing for her but if you want to join in I'd love a good 2v1 excersize )

Another good ol’ day at school, that’s what Gabriel, kept telling himself as he floored the gas on his beautifully kept Blue mustang letting the thing spin in control around corners at alarming speeds. Good thing the cops were discouraged from following him otherwise he’d really tear up the car beyond its maintenance point. Though of course the metallic smell of blood was left over from Bastille bleeding in it, he’d grown quite adept to the scent of blood it wasn’t something new. All those nightmares were still coming back when he remembered his confined time in the “training” facilities, the places he’d been beaten in. The smell of piss and blood becoming all you knew.

His attention coming back as he spurred around a corner, two students he’d assumed, on as dazzling as a bright colored rainbow while the other seemed to have just gotten out of bed and had everything go wrong that morning. Gabriel normally would have ignored it but the odd colored gal distracted him. In moments he was caught on the curb.

“Shit!” The low base of the car was propped on the curb, someone had to pay.
Gabriel tore past the door making a bit of a dramatic exit, then slamming the door. He was normally a calm person but due to the nightmares sleep was something he was fairly deprived of. His emerald gaze traveled up the rainbow girl trying to measure how threatening she was. Not very. His morals conflicted but he really wanted to hit something and she looked pretty tempting.

“Look what you made me do! Shit, don’t be walking in the middle of the road!” in his French accent making it far more angered than usual, the whole thing was a bogus excuse too, and he was just looking for a fight, needed to burn off some steam. Gabriel wouldn’t throw the first punch but he’d be sure he threw the last…

[Aunrea J.]

Aunrea sat in the driveway andAs Aunrea turned the corner at the end of the quaint little street ally way, she was still thinking about the person behind her. Their sound of their feet seemed to dissipate a bit and the quieting made her a little uneasy. She rounded the corner, knowing very well she was veering off course, when she heard the person call from behind her “Hey!” Aunrea gracefully turned around on the tips of her toes with a look she often used when she was caught with the cookie jar in the Sea of White. She only turned around because the underlying tones in his voice said he was friendly. But, as she knew well, looks…and sounds…can be deceiving. As she turned the guy more nervously said, “Uh, You heading towards 259? Cause it’s this way.” His arm extended with his finger finishing it towards the way Aunrea was going before. She knew perfectly well that that, in fact, was the right way.

Aunrea analyzed him in an instant. The boy was quite tall, a full head higher than Aunrea, his longish blonde hair messily drooped in and around his face, encircling his naturally stark features and rounding them off a bit. He was probably in a rush because he was a bit ruffled. Unless of course that was his normal look. Just as Aunrea was about to open her mouth a blue mustang came flying around the corner and swerved around Aunrea standing on the side walk at the corner of the street in the street, and onto the side walk. The person inside jumped out in a gust and stamped his way towards her. “Look what you made me do! Shit, don’t be walking in the middle of the road!”

Aunrea knew well and good that they were far enough to the edge of the road for him to miss them, but she didn’t argue because it looked like this guy too was not having a good morning. She turned to him and gave him a quizzical, but warm look, as to not anger him. He looked like he was on the verge of a dander. She looked over at the first boy that was a few feet down the block and then quickly turned back to the second, not waiting for a response from the first.

Aunrea chose her words carefully and said, “Oh my, I feel very contrite. I didn’t see anyone coming before I crossed! This is just like at the Sea of White. I will be sure to be more conscientious next time.” Aunrea was often told at the Sea of White that she needed to pay more attention to what she was doing, because sometimes it hurt others. She figured this was what they were talking about. Her voice was sincere because she didn’t want anything bad to happen to someone else, but at the same time she knew that the blame was to share here. This wasn’t the time for her to consult him into realizing the world had other people, and in fact, he wasn’t perfect, and had a magical thing called ‘flaw’.

Aunrea turned a little towards the first boy that had called after her, then a full turn to the street she was walking down and began to head her way to school.

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[Gabriel Seran]

Gabriel was a bit ticked not exactly bothering to check upon whether the car had taken much of any damage which he forced in his mind to have been totaled so that it would spur a sense of rage in his mind. He bit down on his hind teeth showing his disgust and equal distaste for the girl already, she seemed a bit off, not afraid nor affected in anyway by my accusation.
“Oh my, I feel very contrite. I didn’t see anyone coming before I crossed! This is just like at the Sea of White. I will be sure to be more conscientious next time.”

Gabriel rose a brow examining her, his language wasn’t even that strange and in his time at the school it had developed into something more modern per se. The piercing emerald gaze looked at her angrily but with a more soothed expression admiring the strange qualities and at the same instant condemning them.

That’s when she turned her back to Gabriel, without so much as an apology, it sent him over the edge. He closed the distance between them, nudging her roughly trying to force her to the ground. He stared intently with the position to make a kill.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing? You can’t just walk away like that, you owe me something.” Gabriel needed to alleviate the tension within him, he was furious and the nightmares only willed him to do damage unto one person, and this girl certainly wasn’t Cypren, but she’d do.

“Be ready!” He warned only giving her a moment to put up her guard, Gabriel rushed her with a forced punch aimed at the face, maybe if she cried he would feel a bit better.

[Aunrea J.]

As Aunrea began to walk away the boy with the blue mustang called after her completely infuriated.“What the hell do you think you’re doing? You can’t just walk away like that!” She thought for a second. He was right, it was a bit rude of her to walk away without making sure he was ok. “You owe me something.” Owe him something? What could he possibly mean? If anything it was on his side to compensate her for the scare!

In a flurry, once again, he huffed his way over to where Aunrea was walking. As he charged his way over with his fist extended he called out enraged, “Be ready!” He charged with quite a bit of might towards her and milliseconds before he was about to impact with Aunrea’s face, she calmly stepped aside with her right arm open above where his arm was going to be. She then pushed down against his fist while grabbing it, put her left arm to the middle of his abdomen and pulled harder on his right arm. While carrying out these motions she would flipped the body over and around her back, laying him down on the ground face up at Aunrea.

She would looked down at him and blink a few times, and in her head say ‘What was that for?’. This move was more to disarm the threat of his impact, and wind him a bit. Sure it would cause a little damage, but if he had a sensible head he would carry out a conversation with her. Most likely not ending in an apology, seeing as his world didn’t call for that. Aunrea knew that this was nothing compared to what she could really do. After all, this was one of the first actual moves she learned in her years of training.

If he tested her any more, he was surely in for a world of hurt. The funniest part of it all, was that he was causing upon himself! (wacha! Jujitsu!) From her years with the corrupted masters she learned that ‘punishment’ is always self induced. They would tell her, before they had their ways, that she caused the punishment herself by not winning, and in fact, there was no one to blame but herself. Sure it made sense, but it didn’t justify their actions. Nevertheless, this boy was dipping his toes into the piranha tank.

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[Gabriel Seran]

Gabriel lunged forward hoping to catch her off guard but she turned sooner than expected. Her slightest motion altered the course of his fist, he didn’t exactly flip but he did in fact pummel forward unto his shoulder scrapping up his shirt. That was embarrassing. With a swift roll he was up on his feet again coming around to face her again this time he was even more fired up his face was flushed with an embarrassed red. It was good thing no one was around to see his fall.

Gabriel got up in the girl’s face again and drove his right fist into her gut followed by a swift progression with his other hand a good few seconds after so as to avoid another flippy thing. His weight was evenly proportioned so as to not holster his weight about in an odd direction. Don’t get mad, Get even.

[Aunrea J.]

Aunrea put forth her action to flip the boy, but instead his massive weight, and most likeyly a little luck, kept him from turning completely. Instead his shoulder hit the ground, and he gracefully follwed it with a tuck roll back onto his feet. As he stood he was even more furiated than before. This could not be good for Aunrea. His hand swung back and towards her. Before she could move out of the way with the weight of her bag his hand hit her in the opposite side of the way she was moving away. The impact in her side was enough to knock her out of the way. As she fell over she saw him swing another hit. It was probrably an impulse, and natural reaction to follow the first punch with another. She sat on her butt with her bag flumped next to her. Her side with in quite a lot of pain, and she felt sittin on the ground was safer than getting up. She sat and looked up at him with a dissapointed look. She wasn't dissapointed in herself, moreso in him for resulting to such dramatics. What a drama queen. Aunrea continued looking up at him and tried with all her might to telepathically send some message though her face saying, "I'm too cute for you to punch again. I say you let me be." Of couse she knew that he couldn't actually get the message, but any attempt was worth a try.

[Alexander Dvoryanstvo]

Be ready!

Unexpectedly, Gabriel (whom Alex recognized from class), got out of his car and charged straight at the girl. Alex felt as if his world had turned upside-down; before he came to #259 he hadn't been in a fight since the third grade. Now, he was being forced into two fights, in only two days. Of course, normally Alex wouldn't get involved, but he couldn't bring himself to walk away while this sweet girl got smacked around. With a sigh, Alex switched on his stunglove and began jogging towards the two students. He was still in pain from his previous fight.

At the last second, the girl dodged Gabriel's punch and Gabriel ended up on the ground. Now Alex was really confused. The girl seemed to be quite capable without his help. Alex rubbed his temples; not only had someone gotten out of their car to beat the crap out of a young girl for no real reason, but she seemed to be, in turn, handing his ass to him. Alex now thought it was entirely likely that if he ended the fight early she would be feel resentment towards him rather than gratitude. And, given what Alex had seen at #259 thus far, there was always the possibility that she might turn that violence on him.

Alex pulled a cigarette out of his coat. Normally he didn't smoke, but he needed one right now. He took long drags from it as the fight progressed, standing roughly ten paces away.

Aunrea continued looking up at him and tried with all her might to telepathically send some message though her face saying, "I'm too cute for you to punch again. I say you let me be."

Alex chuckled lightly as the girl sat down. It looked like she was pouting at the boy who had been trying to hit her only seconds earlier. Alex flicked his now-finished cigarette onto the street.

"Hey mate," Alex said to Gabriel. "We're all late to class. Can't we just...let this go?" Alex's blue eyes sparked as he talked, and he noticed the girl glancing at him. He was both beautiful and persuasive, and he knew it.

Alex cracked his neck and continued making eye contact with Gabriel, hopefully making it clear that if Gabriel threw another swing Alex would certainly be getting involved.

[Aunrea J.]

The first boy somehow teleported over to the corner of the street when Aunrea looked up from her run in with the iron fist. Her side ached in a bruised pain that burned slightly. She could feel her butt also was rather sore from the impact with the ground. She didn't really feel like standing up, or moving for that matter. So she sat there. Then she looked up at the boy on the corner as he pulled out a stick from his pocket and lit it on fire. How marvelous! A stick on fi...wait. That’s a cigarette! How dreadfully aweful.

Aunrea remembered back to the times under her corrupted masters. They often pulled out the fiery sticks and used them to blow smoke in her face before they had their ways. They would sit there in their filthy oily bodies and blow smoke in her face, as if it was welcoming, and didn't make her sick. Vulgar.

He finished his stick and flicked it off into the street. Gasp! Litterer..er...rrr She stared at the stub as is lay in the street slowly extinguishing and rolling to and fro, until it reached a stop. Then she looked up at him again as he spoke and broke her concentration from the cigarette butt. "Hey mate, We're all late to class. Can't we just...let this go?"How refreshing! A night in shining armor that inhaled toxic waste...Did he say late? Ohhhhh no! I forgooooot! I'm late.

Aunrea plopped herself against the street with her face looking upwards towards the sky in frustration. She let out a sigh and whined, "I'm laaaaate!"She sat back up now relieved of her little tantrum and looked at the boy with the car with a scrunched up 'Hmph' look. Then back at the first boy.

Aunrea noticed that without the fear she had before, and now that her side stopped pulsating, he looked rather...handsome. Hmmm...knight in shining armor?.... Coming back to reality from her thought, she saw the first boy looking at the one with the car. He gave him a glaring stare and cracked his neck, a bit threateningly, and continued to stare. Oh boy.

[Gabriel Seran]

Oddly the bruises he’d be giving to this new kid were not satisfying his needs only intensifying them, in fact he felt a bit more violent. Eyes began to glaze over as an almost second sense came over him.
"Hey mate, We're all late to class. Can't we just...let this go?"

Reven cracked a smile from Gabriel’s perfect lips and started laughing, no this wasn’t going to get off with a warning he wouldn’t let the weak ones think they could push him around, Reven was his own being, that ways character may have had an advantage but soon enough if anything Reven would get stronger and murder the bastard. These two were just the start...
"I'm laaaaate!" the short one replied while the other cracked his neck in a supposedly intimidating way making Reven’s eyes bulge with intensity still smiling sadistically.

“O be quiet,” Reven chocked out a completely different voice from Gabriel’s actual tone, as he delivered a back hand to the small girls innocent enough looking face. Litterally a slap in the face, he was daring the “knight” to rescue her and he was more than ready.

[Aunrea J.]

As Aunrea sat up from her whine the boy with the car was fed up with her, he reached over violently and slapped her in the face with a surprising change in his voice that said, "OH, be quiet!". The slap made her face and shoulders fly to the side opposite the impact. Her face burned with the perfect delight of acid, that began to fuel her rage. All in once instant she sprang up, leaving her bag behind, snatched a rose out of the bush on the side of the people's lawn of 43 Parkwood street. The house was the one next to the corner, so it wasn't much of a stretch.

In a rage she quickly sprinted over to the imbecile with the car with the rose stem near her side. As she neared him, around 3 feet away, she violently swung up her hand and whipped the vine into his face then, carried it around to the other side for an attempt at another hit. His face was going to be gashed from the thorns that would dig a ways into his face and scrape down with the force of her vine whip. As she finished torturing his face, she would wrap the vines around her fist, clearly cutting her, but she didn't care. The pain fueled her, as it did for so many years in the academy, and she aimed for car boy's stomach. Once impacted, she would turn her hand to dig the thorns in further. Sure her hands were also getting scraped, but it was all worth it. No pain, no gain.

[Alexander Dvoryanstvo]

O be quiet

Alex wasn't very familiar with Gabriel's normal voice, but this utterance was so markedly different in tone than what Alex had heard of Gabriel's previous shouts that Alex was forced to notice. Strange. Alex didn't know what to think, and he didn't have long to ponder this development; the sound of a hand connecting with flesh immediately brought him back to reality. As Gabriel backhanded the girl, Alex clenched his hands and teeth, gripping his leather gloves so tight that the sound of the rubber stretching became audible. It took a monumental effort for him to maintain his composure, and he did so by reminding himself that he would not need to respond. From what he'd seen thus far, the girl would likely take care of that herself.

Sure enough, she reacted more or less as Alex thought she would. But when he spotted the rose thorns wrapped around the girl's fist, Alex found himself now distantly concerned for Gabriel's safety. He fleetingly considered shocking the girl, who was clearly out of control, but he squelched this idea because he had no idea what Gabriel would do to her afterwards. Alex decided that the best course of action would be to target Gabriel and hope that he could calm the girl down in the aftermath. Alex raised his arms up, and approached in practiced silence. He assumed that Gabriel would likely be focused on the thorns rushing towards his bodily organs. When the right moment presented itself, Alex would strike.

[Gabriel Seran]

Reven smirked with delight but behind the misshapen eyes Gabriel lashed out from within begging for him to stop for the monster’s will to break and let down the barrier. The struggle within forced itself on for such a time that Reven didn’t notice the girl lash out with her fist. A slash marked Reven’s face leaving a crimson gnash. Upon the girl’s backlash he grasped her wrist and clutched her close enough to show her his relief at the release of blood. He licked the small gnash over his cheek with a sadistic grin. Reven turned his head to the side to address the “hero” hoping for some more bloodshed.

“You may want to help her out…” He said nearly snickering within but held a stoic face almost sadistically bent on bloodshed.

Reven turned to readdress the girl but rather than speaking he drew her in closer than what would be considered fighting or even socially appropriate. He cocked his head back slowly and then delivered a solid head bash towards her head feeling no remorse at all. Reven would then take satisfaction in his strike and look almost too proud but would keep focus on the man behind him expecting a crime of passion to ensue, Reven awaited it with eager tension.

[Aunrea J.]

Pulling her arm back with all of her might thrust her arm into the boy with the car. She was somewhat ashamed she had to result in physical violence, but she couldn’t help her rage. She was thoroughly satisfied to see the gash across his face after the rose vine whip. Her hand, aiming towards the boy’s stomach with the thorns wrapped around it, was surprisingly intercepted by his thick and ungraceful hands. GRACEFUL hands.

“You may want to help her out…” He uttered sadistically towards the boy on the sidewalk. Just as he did he pulled Aunrea in closer. She felt a little uncomfortable, and it was extreamly uncalled for. She could feel his heavy breathing due to his rolling rage, heart pounding from the building pressure in his veins, and the muscles underneath his shirt. He was threateningly taller. He leaned his head back to the sky, and the uncomfortability only grew. As he continued to pray upwards Aunrea realized what he was doing. Head. Fast. Moving. Pain.

Aunrea braced herself and watched as he thrust his head forward at her. In a split second she figured out how fast she need to move to avoid complete annihilation of her cranial shell. She moved her head back at almost the same rate. Even though she was moving her head back, she was still cursed to the impact and she could feel her head spinning. It throbbed starting at her forehead and spread around her head like a rampaging plague. She could feel herself loosing control of her limbs as she began to loose control of her eyes as well. They began to blur and darken and her limbs noodled as she began to fall into the boy’s arms.

Just when she thought that she was going to die, she suddenly gained control of her limbs again. She sprang up from under his arms before she hit the ground and then lost it again. She could feel herself falling back towards the ground. Her mind told her to brace for the impact, but she couldn’t send the signal to the rest of her muscles. As she fell she was thinking to herself This isn’t it, I know I have more in me.