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Post by Kate on Feb 12, 2009 15:54:46 GMT -8
((OOC: This is an open thread to specs, however the fight is between Kate and Sara. Kthxbai <3 ))
Right before her gym class, the other class was changing to leave. Kate was already dressed for gym. Gym shorts, gym shirt, sneakers. Her long silvery blonde hair was in a tight braid over her shoulder. The only thing that seemed out of place? On her right wrist was a bracelet. It was heavy, white gold and emeralds. She wouldn't be taking that off any time soon.
The blonde really wasn't paying much attention to the people around her. There was a small scuffle going on by her. By why would she care? That was answered very shortly when some one was shoved into her person, knocking Kate into the lockers. Her bracelet smacked into the lockers.
Her mother's bracelet.
A green colored eye twitched. She growled and smacked the first girl into the lockers, HARD. She looked at all the rest in the area. Whether they were apart of the fight or not, this was going to be bad.
"Anyone got a problem with it?"
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Post by Sara Gallagher on Feb 12, 2009 16:38:41 GMT -8
Sara was almost dressed. She hated gym, it was the worst class ever. She didn't like the clothes, or the class. She like to dress nice and play hard. For gym, she had to dress like shit and play by the rules. It made her sick, she saw no point in there being gym at all. Especially in a school where all the students got their kicks and exercise beating the crap out of each other. The only consolation was that she looked really cute in her uniform, at her height.
Her long hair was tied back in a tight ponytail. It was so long that even in a ponytail, it reached her lower back. There was nothing out of the ordinary about her, except the look of pure loathing on her face as she looked around the locker room. This had to be her least favorite place. She couldn't stand it. She was completely lost in her thoughts. Maybe she should skip. Not like she wanted to be here anyways.
She started to leave, walking close to the lockers to avoid whatever was going on in the small scuffle. She was passing another girl at her locker when suddenly someone knocked into her, knocking her into the girl at the locker. Shit...
"Hey, I'm sor-" She was thrown into the lockers, hard. Her back smacked against them, but she managed to keep her balance. What the hell was that?! What a bitch!
"Anyone got a problem with it?"
Sara would reach out, grabbing the girl by the braid with her left hand, wrapping her hand around it for grip, and pulling her head back. She would wrap her right hand around the girls waist, pushing her hand against the small of the girls back. She would brace her hand, pushing her and smashing the girl chest first into the locker. She would hold the girl there, pushing her against the locker. "I got a problem bitch, what the hell was that?!"
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Post by Matrim Gallagher on Feb 12, 2009 16:45:58 GMT -8
Matrim was just walking around the gym area when he heard something, a loud noise, it sounded like a fight. He walked around trying to find the source, and he did. The girls locker room. He wanted to get someone else to go in and look, after all and so he thought to himself
Ok Matrim, it's just the girls locker room, besides a fight! You love fights... still, what if theres a chick with Leons strength in there? Better be ready....
Matrim took his eye patch off and pocketed it, got ready in case he needed it he would activate the armor, but he walked in to see two girls in the midst of a fight about to break out, and he quickly left, calling out into the gym as loud as possible, "CAT FIGHTTTTTTT!!!"
And then he walked back into the locker room, a large group of students rushing into the locker room with him, boys and girls, wanting to see the fight take place. Matrim himself was in the front, trying to see how this fight would play out. He knew Sara could fight, but he didn't know who this other chick was. He had hoped this fight would get interesting enough to break a few school rules by busting into the locker room like this.
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Post by Kate on Feb 12, 2009 16:51:02 GMT -8
Little girl wanted to play. Laughter erupted from her full lips. Kate was pressed into the locker because she had been a little caught off guard. Not expecting the girl she had slammed into the lockers to get up. The small thing was pulling on her hair, and calling her a bitch? That was fine with her. Kate was a bitch.
"Little girl, little girl. I'll have no mercy for you. Even if you scream... even if you cry, it's time to say bye bye..."
Chuckling under her breath. No need to explain why she had done that. The girl had smacked her dead mother's bracelet into the locker. That was a no no. Her right hand reached down and clamped onto the smaller wrist. Kate was a bigger girl, not by much... but she was. Older too by the looks of it. But that didn't matter. Kate could feel her strength.
Puny female.
Her wrist locked onto the one around her waist, and she pulled. Removing her lock was easy, as was pushing off the locker and back. The grip on the wrist didn't move, and while the brown haired girl had her by hair, it didn't matter. Kate's hair was long. Frankly, it had been pulled on before. Cut off even.
Her other hand would swing into the girl's middle section. Even if she could wriggle around, it'd hit some where being so close. Kate would not be letting go of that wrist.
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Post by Sara Gallagher on Feb 12, 2009 17:38:35 GMT -8
Sara pushed against the girl as she started laughing. What the hell was wrong with her? She was saying something, but Sara really wasn't concerned with what. She was trying to figure out what to do now that she had the girl thrown up against the locker. She had acted rashly and now she was going to have to carry through with this. She wasn't to happy about it.
She felt the girl move, the girls right hand clamping down on her wrist. "Shit..." She could feel the strength in the girls grip. She pushed off the locker, and Sara let go of her hair, it wasn't worth holding onto it at this point. The girl turned to the right, swinging out with her left arm at Sara.
Sara immediately drew her left hand up, grabbing the girls arm as it swung at her. She felt the force in the girls swing and was just a little shocked at how strong she was. This was going to be tougher then she had thought. Sara attempted to grab the girls wrist, stopping it from hitting her directly. Her hand stung where she caught the girls arm though. With the girls arm stopped, she would hold onto her, trying to keep the arm still, countering the fact that she held Sara's other wrist.
Sara would pull both her arms back and take a step forward, wrapping her left leg around the girls knees and pull back, trying to trip her. At the same time, she would lean forward, pressing herself against the girls chest to help knock her over the leg, tripping them both. But at least Sara would land on top, straddling her.
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Post by Kate on Feb 12, 2009 23:30:51 GMT -8
The girl was trying to be trying. Not really punching or swinging, or anything of the sort. Just trying to trip her with her legs. Nothing to original... Which is probably why Kate let her do it. She had plans, and being a decent sort of grappler... being on the ground would work. She fell back... on her back. The girl was straddling her around the waist. One eyebrow just up, emerald eyes dancing around.
See... the funny thing is... Kate use to be the head of a cheer leading team. Varsity captain and all. She was a dancer, and very... flexible. The kind of girl who could do the splits and bed perfectly forward. Which meant this was a very easy thing for Kate to do. Bendy girl go?
She lifted her legs easily, still smirking. Oh so smug. Kate's legs would wrap around the girl's torso, and yank backwards. Aiming to slam the little female's head right on the hard ground. Spill her brains? Sure why not!
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Post by Sara Gallagher on Feb 14, 2009 12:55:54 GMT -8
They went down, and Sara landed on the girl. She pulled her arm back, about to drop it to pound into the girls face when the weirdest thing happened. What seemed to be legs... wrapped around her torso and pulled back. What the hell?
Sara was thrown back against the floor, her shoulder blades and lower neck area colliding with the hard surface. Using the force of her upper body being thrown lower then her legs, she pushed away from the girl, somersaulting backwards, landing on her knees, and pulling her upper body from between the girls legs.
While Sara wasn't nearly as flexible as that, she herself was ok, so the somersault was easy. What wasn't was the twisting of her body after it had been slammed into the ground. Sara could feel the tightness in her shoulders and neck as she pushed herself to her feet and took a few steps back from the girl, dropping into a defensive crouch.
As much as she had hoped that attack would work, it had only been to test the waters. It would have been so much easier had she been able to punch the girl when she was on the ground, but what could she do. This time, Sara would wait for her to attack. Sara's best attacks came from countering. She took a deep breath and waited to see what she would do.
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Post by Kate on Feb 16, 2009 17:55:25 GMT -8
The girl slammed into the ground, then snaked out of the grasp of Kate's legs. Those emerald green eyes locked onto the smaller female. A grin appeared on to her lips as the girl gave herself some distance. Males and females had crowded in the locker room to see the fight. Apparently gender didn't matter, even if it was in the girl's locker room.
The blonde stood up, still grinning like a cat with a mouse still wriggling in it's mouth. Poor little girl. In her soul, Kate McHallin had no pity for her. Not a drop. No holding back what so ever. And yet laughter erupted from the blonde. She slammed a fist into a locker, laughing. The metal dented. Another punch, more laughter. Kate appeared like she was just taking her laughter out on it. Laughter with eyes like ice.
Kate wasn't punching the locker just for fun. No she had a plan. And maybe everyone else would understand when the pale beauty tore the locker door off it's hinges. The entire thing was ripped off, and now held in her hands. This thing could increase the range of her blows, if she held onto it. If what happened next, didn't happen.
The blonde turned, and chucked the locker door straight at the younger female with all her strength. It would go hurtling toward the smaller female. As this was flying, Kate charged. She was mere seconds behind the thing, ready to attack. In fact, if the girl got hit Kate would kick her in the ribs with everything she had, even if she was down. If she dodged, Kate would shoulder her straight into a wall or locker like some football player. What would happen?
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Post by Sara Gallagher on Feb 18, 2009 15:06:33 GMT -8
Sara watched the other girl closely, waiting for any sign that she would attack. The girl stood up and began slamming her fist into a locker door repeatedly, laughing like a maniac. This girl was insane. Completely nuts. Who the hell was she? Sara knew she couldn't go easy on her. If this girl wasn't stopped, she would continue to think she could walk around acting like tough shit.
Sara really wanted to know what she was hoping to accomplish by banging on that door so hard. She was only going to give her a few more seconds before she attacked again when the girl ripped the locker off the hinges. Ah... Now i get it... Crap.
Sara figured she was going to swing at her with the door, but she didn't. She surprised Sara when she chucked the door at her. She acted instinctively, hands flying out in her front of her, grabbing onto the locker door with both hands as it flew at her, catching it to stop it from hitting her. The force with which the locker door had been flung at her was amazing and she slid back a few steps.
Sara's foot slid forward, and she tipped the locked, guaranteeing that it landed long way up, the base resting against her foot for support. She braced both her arms against it praying that for whatever the other girl had planned, she could use the door to block it.
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Post by Kate on Feb 18, 2009 21:26:42 GMT -8
The girl caught the locker door, sliding back a few feet. Kate kept on charging. The blonde knew exactly what she would do. Squish, squish, squish the small girl!! Kate hurled herself at the locker door, and the person hiding behind it.
She thew her shoulder into it, feeling it slam into the metal. The thing bent inwards, and still the blonde kept on going. Since the younger girl had slid back a few feet, she was by the door. Kate would try very hard to squish the girl between the metal and the wall. And it would hurt, because the blond was putting all her strength and speed behind it.
Would the smaller girl escape? Doubtful. She really couldn't see much beyond that sheet of metal. Time to end this? Maybe, just maybe.
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Post by Sara Gallagher on Feb 20, 2009 7:43:20 GMT -8
The girl hit the locker with more force then Sara had anticipated. The door bent inwards on itself from the force of her hitting it. Thankfully, she had not been pressed against the locker when she had hit. But the girl just kept coming. Sara knew that the wall was only a few feet behind her, and she needed to get out from between the wall and the door.
Sara pulled the top of the locker downwards, tipping it, and then it caught against the wall. It created an incline, a small triangle created between the wall and the floor under which Sara had dropped to one knee, hands supporting the locker. Sara threw herself out from under it to her right as quickly as possible, knowing that it could collapse under the force of the other girl.
The sudden change in the slope, and the stop as it hit the wall would probably throw the girl off long enough for Sara to land, push herself to her feet and throw herself at the other girl again, . Probably... God she hoped so... She couldn't see what was happening, only getting a glimpse of what her move had done as she ran towards where she had expected the girl to be after the move. If Sara had been right, she would be laying against the slope of the locker. Sara brought her left arm up, bending it, preparing to slam her elbow into the girls lower back.
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Post by Kate on Feb 20, 2009 23:55:36 GMT -8
The locker smacked into the wall, and Kate jumped back. She had been ready to kick the thing in, straight on the other female when the smaller girl rolled on out from behind the metal. She came at Kate with her left arm bent and ready to attack. Too bad Kate wasn't where she was suppose to be.
She danced around behind the female, intent on disabling the other girl. Her left arm shot under her left armpit, wrench the limb upwards in a grab as Kate wrapped her grip around the girl's other throat. At least if it all worked.
So if you were looking at the two girls from a front view, Kate was standing behind Sara (though she didn't know her name) with her left arm under Sara's left arm, Kate's hand on her throat. If Kate put a lot of pressure on her arm, she would dislocate Sara's left arm. And if she kept pressing, Kate would cut off the oxygen to the arm. Which would kill the limb off. The blonde put enough pressure on the arm to dislocate it, and began putting more pressure on it.
"Say uncle little girl."
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Post by Sara Gallagher on Feb 28, 2009 15:28:54 GMT -8
Sara froze in her attack at the other girl, trying to stop herself. She had moved. Dammit, she had moved. Where the hell did she go?! Sara slowed, keeping her arm up in case she came at her form the front. Sara heard the click of the other girls shoes on the floor behind her, and tried to turn. But before she could turn and counter, the other girl grabbed her, one arm under he armpit, the other hand going to her throat. Tch.. Shit..
Sara cried out in pain and shock. The other girl began pressing and putting pressure on the arm and her neck, slightly cutting off her oxygen, but it was her arm she was worried about. Her arm was going to be dislocated if she didn't stop, and it was going numb.
"Say uncle little girl."
"Shit... stop... dammit, UNCLE!" She just wanted to stop. This bitch was insane. Sara didn't want to fight the insane psycho bitch. She pulled against the girl holding her, waiting for her to let her go.
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