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Post by "Unfettered" on Feb 24, 2009 19:45:00 GMT -8
OOC: ...It took 1-2 days, but I finally GOT TO IT! BYAHA!
"Nurse's Office? Me? Naw, I'm Good." What was to be a commonly familiar scene was to see the sight of "Unfettered" sitting in front of his locker. Arms and legs sprawled out. Small pool of blood about him. His usual attire of his (blood-stained) jeans, going underneath his Artemis Hunting Shoes. Good thing he had on his Hades Coat and his Ares War Gloves, or else it might not be as... tantalizing to look and stare at. The only thing unstained was his scarf. Typical thing, you see. Getting into fights with common transfer students and 259 transfer-sympathizers was slowly increasing with him. And working away at his already overworked body.
But then, with his white hair, his sometimes "condescending" look of his eye, and the scars about his face, there were easily many reasons to go about to kicking his ass or being provoked. Especially since he wore an eye-patch with the Nazi symbol on it.
He just chuckled, as he sat there, looking out with his one eye, at the passing people. Smiling through his blood-crusted, dirtied hair. Sure, he looked limp, but most didn't approach him.---Except for the one guy, who was just standing by him. See, "Unfettered" was laying his back against his locker. The poor fellow looked at him, through his glasses. Not the fighter-type.
Slowly, the German's eye swiveled over to him.
...And summarily rolled his hurting body out of the way. The poor fellow dashed to his locker, accidentally stepping on the German's back (confirmed with a startled grunt), got his stuff, put away his backpack, closed the locker, and ran off. Meanwhile, "Unfettered" just sort of lay there, a bit limp. Sure, he had the energy, he was just taking the time to recoup.
>_x
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Post by Sara Gallagher on Feb 24, 2009 20:40:47 GMT -8
Sara quickly made her way through the more crowded halls of the school. She pushed her ways through groups of people, cursing and swearing at them under her breath. She hated this bloody school. It was pissing her off. There were way to many people, and no sense of personal space she thought to herself as she shouldered another student out of her way. She took a quick right down another hall, and then another turn, hoping to reach the less crowded hallways, and her locker, before she ended up killing someone.
Finally, the crowds and groups of people started to thin, and she moved to the center of the hall way, taking a big breath. She hated crowded places because of the heat. She should have known better then to wear her usual jeans. She should have gone for a pair of shorts. At least her arms were alright, her shoulders bare with the tank top she was wearing. She dropped her arms to her side, holding her book against her hip. She had been clutching them to her chest as she pushed past the people who didn't know better then to move out of her way. Now she just needed to drop the book off at her locker, and then she was going to go eat. She shouldn't have skipped breakfast.
She turned down the hall with her locker, stopping in her tracks. Well that was an interesting sight. That nerd who owned the locker next to her was stepping on some poor guys back. She snorted a laugh, doubting it had been his work. The kid couldn't fight his way out of a wet paper bag. And then he ran off. Nope, definitely not his work, she thought as she walked towards her locker.
As she reached it, she realized something... sucky. She looked down at the kid. The guy had white hair?! Well that was kinda cool... He was covered in blood. Shit... He was probably another one of the crazy buggers in the school. She looked around the ground. The pool of blood started under the nerds locker. Kid must have asked him to move. The sucky thing? Now he was in front of hers...
Sara pushed at the guys side with her foot. "Hey! You alive there? You're in front of my locker... Shouldn't you go see the nurse or something?"
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Post by "Unfettered" on Feb 24, 2009 21:42:28 GMT -8
I WILL HURT YOU TERRIBLY "Hey! You alive there? You're in front of my locker... Shouldn't you go see the nurse or something?" ...
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Oh. Mm-hm. The one person who talks to him is nudging him with (so he would assume) "her" foot in his side. How considerate of her. His right eye more or less stuck in his own cesspool of blood, he'd mumble to himself slowly, as he'd slowly limp his left hand forward a little, only to have it splash a bit. It'd rise up again to try and swat her foot away from his side. He had been resting here for a good hour or so, so he did recover some energy."...I dare you to zay zat again, mein gut Fraulen," he'd say in his strained, deep, injured voice as it came frothing with a few blood bubbles, considering part of his face was smashed against the floor.OOC: Simple, to the point... and the set up for the next few posts? =D!? |
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Post by Sara Gallagher on Feb 24, 2009 22:09:04 GMT -8
Sara pushed him with her foot a little harder, watching him closely. He really didn't look good. She glanced around her, looking for some help, but this specific hallway seemed to have suddenly become deserted of people. Well wasn't that convenient.
She looked back down. Damn... That was a big pool of blood... But look! He was moving~ He tried to swat her foot away. Awww~ The poor little guy~
"...I dare you to zay zat again, mein gut Fraulen."
Hmm? Was he speaking English? She couldn't tell if he was speaking another language, or if he just couldn't speak. She wondered where she got that idea from as she watched blood bubbles frothing at his mouth. She sighed, bending down to get a better look at him. She balanced herself on the balls of her feet, leaning down to see him. She couldn't tell exactly where he was injured. This was going to suck~
She needed to get into her locked if she was going to help him. She stood back up, deciding what she was going to do. She bent over, dropping her book on the floor, bracing herself on the dry parts of the floor, and grabbed his shirt with her hands, and tried to tug him to the side. She only needed him to move a few inches so that she could reach inside her locker. The bloody ground would make this easier at least.
Once she did that, she would straighten back up, ignoring him, and pull open her locker slightly. She picked up her book and slid it into her locker. Then stuck her arm in and pulled out her jacket. There. Now she at least wouldn't get blood on herself when she tried to help him~ Wasn't she so nice?
She gave him another small nudge with her foot. "Hey... you... I'm going to help you, 'kay?"
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Post by "Unfettered" on Feb 24, 2009 22:54:08 GMT -8
THE MOST EPIC FIGHT EVER. EVER. Great.
He was dealing with either the most oblivious or greatest smart-ass he'd seen in years. Years. Not only did she not stay away, she proceeded to calmly and smoothly drag him out of the way, just to get to her locker.---Not that he could see anything, since he was blinded by his own blood right now.
All he could hear was the movement of a locker opening and closing. He expected her to leave. Instead, he just received another nudge in his side with her foot."Hey... you... I'm going to help you, 'kay?" "I vill murder you."...Slowly, he lifted up his arm... and shot the slowest punch he'd ever seen, at her face. And it wasn't even going for her face. It was like... a foot away. Yet it was the tightest fist he'd made all week. He was just weighed down with all his crap. "Eyugh..." he'd grunt, trying to punch her. He had a combo set up, already preparing to kick towards her ankle... The slowest kick he'd ever seen... A simultaneous punch and kick! She would never survive! "Eyhhh..."This was to be his toughest battle, ever.
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...And these were also the gayest/most effeminate sounds he'd made in months. And he wasn't even trying.OOC: ...I'd consider him fighting with a speed less then a 1/4 his dexterity right now. >_> |
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Post by Sara Gallagher on Feb 24, 2009 23:17:46 GMT -8
(( OOC - OMG, SRSLY, MOST EPIC POST I HAVE EVAR SEEN ROFL, I LAUGHED SOOOO HARD~THIS GOES INTO MY MOST EPIC POST LIST ))
"I vill murder you."
Well that wasn't very nice of him was it? She was offering him her help, and he was going to threaten her? He lifted his arm and she instinctively tensed, her arms raising slightly to block and counter. But... Then he threw the slowest punch she had EVAR seen. It was... pathetic... really. Was that supposed to be aimed for her face? She was kind of shocked.
"Eyugh..."
... O__O That was the cutest little grunt she ever heard. Sara stared down at the guy. How badly hurt was he? Or maybe he was just really weak... Both. Injured and weak. Mhm. Definitely had to be it. She wouldn't have even noticed the kick if it wasn't for the second grunt.
"Eyhhh..."
O_______O He was so cute...~ Sara couldn't believe this. This poor guy~ She needed to help him now!~ She stared down at him. Poor little thing thought he was all strong~ How sweet, like a little puppy.
She bent down again, careful to stay a short way away from him... Just in case~ "Mhm... Kill me... Right, I'm sure." As if to accentuate this point, she turned her head from him. "Now, as I was saying, I'm going to try to carry you to the nurse, so... Do you know where you're injured or something so I don't hurt you?"
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Post by "Unfettered" on Feb 27, 2009 22:42:57 GMT -8
...With A Thousand Evils. "Mhm... Kill me... Right, I'm sure." ...It wasn't that what she was saying sarcastically wasn't true, but as to how much this was actually getting to him."Now, as I was saying, I'm going to try to carry you to the nurse, so... Do you know where you're injured or something so I don't hurt you?" "...Quit fidgeting around... und... fight meh----ACCCCKKKK---!"Raising his right arm into a fist at such a high and sharp angle probably wasn't the smartest idea. Wincing, he stubbornly forced his eye to go from teary-wide-eyed to glum and hateful. Even his right hand stayed in place---while quaking at 37 RPM.
...He could do this. He knew he could. For God's sake, he didn't get beat down THAT badly...
...With locker doors...
...And backpacks...
...And baseball bats...
...And brass knuckles...
...And...
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Post by Sara Gallagher on Feb 28, 2009 12:44:06 GMT -8
"...Quit fidgeting around... und... fight meh----ACCCCKKKK---!"
Ok... This was pathetic. Sara sighed and closed her eyes. Did the guy not know how injured he looked? Now maybe there was a chance he looked more injured then he was... Then she looked at his shaking arm, and decided no, he was definitely injured. Now she needed to decide what to do. She guess it would be best to just ignore him and those pathetic protests and just get him some help- OMG~Look at that eye~~~ At this specific moment he had chosen to turn his head, allowing her to see his eye, all big and teary as he tried to make himself look all badass, when in truth... He was nothing but a rough tough cream puff wasn't he? He reminded her of Puss in Boots from those Shrek Movies. So sweet~
"If you actually had any chance against me? I'd fight. But right now? You're way to hurt. I'm going to try to pick you up, don't fidget to much." She stood up and looked at him. Now wait. There was one problem. He looked like he would be over a foot taller then her... Now how was she supposed to pull this one off? She was only 5'2". And he looked kind of heavy... Maybe she could just drag him?
No, she wouldn't do that. Sara pulled her jacket on so she didn't get the blood on her clothes. She leaned down and grabbed his outstretched arm and wrapped it around her neck and tried to push herself to her feet. Wow... He was heavier then he looked. "Some effort please?"
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Post by "Unfettered" on Mar 4, 2009 23:45:31 GMT -8
Second Wind "If you actually had any chance against me? I'd fight. But right now? You're way to hurt. I'm going to try to pick you up, don't fidget to much." ... "Some effort please?" she'd say, slowly wrapping his outstretched arm about her. His eye widened at the humiliation of not only his predicament, but of his "helper." Yeah. Right. Suddenly, he stood up."...Zat's enough condescending bullshit."...Leaning on her for a moment, he'd slowly step back, backwards into the hall, hunched over slightly, breathing raggadly... But he was breathing openly. Getting oxygen back into his system. Getting his brain to work properly.
Suddenly, he raised his arms above himself, and brought his fists down onto his shoulders, popping them both back into place, as he leaned backwards, his arms still dangling at his sides. Yes, he was still a mess, yes, he was still injured... But from the strength surging through him, he had the strength enough to at least walk and move... "normally," if you could call that. He made no visible sound aside from a subtle hissing from moving his arms back into working order, but make no mistake---He was in deep pain.
Yet he grinned, leaning backwards as he was."...So if I actually stood a chance against you, I zink ze saying vas?"His eye locked onto her, as he continued his forced breathing. In the nose, out the mouth.
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Post by Sara Gallagher on Mar 6, 2009 15:55:21 GMT -8
Sara was trying to pull him to his feet. He was heavy... And tall. She was short. Very short. This wasn't going to work if he didn't help her. Who the hell did he think he was, passing out in front of her locker and then just thinking she would do all the work. Suddenly, he stood up. Well. There we go... Or not...
"...Zat's enough condescending bullshit."
He continued to lean on her for a moment, then he stepped back. He was breathing heavily, and Sara was afraid he was going to die right then and there. She took a tentative step towards him. "Are you... ok?.." He raised his hands, slamming them down on his shoulders. There was a small pop. She assumed he had just popped them back into place after they had been dislocated. He looked... crazy, as he stood there, bleeding and breathing like he was going to collapse at any second.
"...So if I actually stood a chance against you, I zink ze saying vas?"
She was shocked. She took another step towards him, cocking her hip, her left hand resting on her side, the other moving to run her fingers through her hair. She sighed. This really wasn't going like she had planned. "You're not actually thinking of fighting me are you?" Her eyes fell to his as she waited for him to answer her.
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