track and rag tag!~ (open)

[Bastille Amtrum]

Dash the four hundred yard sprint, not that hard right? Well it was if you where planning on beating Bastille. The girl who up until recently made it a point to ditch physical education at all costs was beating all the girls. Where they really that slow? Bastille was the fastest runner in the class and she was determined to prove the snobby bitch that had called her a slut this morning that this “slut” could do more then steal the two probably more handsome men in the schools attention for more then a minute. She wasn’t a slut either. She sprinted through the full course in a dead sprint the whole time. She finished the race and skidded to a stop instantly. The other girls lagged in behind her as she went to the water cooler to get some refreshments.

The girl growled and Bastille couldn’t help but wink at her in complete satisfaction. She then turned and began to walk towards her next task the hurtles. She dumped the rest of the water on her face and then with a towel began to dry herself. She needed the cool down. She then bent into the starting position. Homi behind her with a smile.

“go Bastille…” she echoed cutely. Bastille couldn’t help but grin.
“right” she said as the mini gun fired and Bastille clad in gym cloths dashed and jumped the hurdles perfectly. She reached the end first again then walked around back to Homi. Suddenly a cold shower of water was over the two of them. Bastille growled and turned around.

“HEY THAT WAS UNCALLED FOR!” she hissed at the girl. The girl simply flipped her hair. Bastille persisted to throw the cooler, now empty of ice and water, at the girls head hitting dead on. The girl wheeled around and began to fume. Low and behold a girl fight….

Homi struggled to hold Bastille back, and in the end failed as Bastille picked up a wet towel and flung it at the girl. The girl persisted to shove off her friends and take their wet towels and throw them. Thus was a mass of wet shirts and towels being thrown all over the feild...Bastille could only mutter oops as she smirked finding time to grab a hurdle and hurle it at the girl who fell to the ground under its pressure.

[Delilah A. Black]

Watching. That seemed to be a recent game of Delilah's. It was fun, at least in her head. But then, things had been a little boring as of late. Less fighting, more school, more financial bullshit, blah blah blah gag me with a chop stick. Life sucked. People watching was fun, because she got to see others personalities and was able to judge, by their character, what they would do next. It was really quite entertaining. People are so much like animals that it was almost stunning. Guys reminded Delilah of dogs; some domesticated, some more wild, some loners, but those were still rare. Most guys had one or two good friends. You could beat a dog up and he would hate you and hate you, but run to you, tail wagging, when you brought food, appeasement. Oh, sure, men and dogs have triggers that can set them off, but they only surface when they're protecting something close to them. It was in the way they fought too. With power and strength, aggressive, but somehow honorable. A stereotype, she knew, but it was really the best way to fit most of the guys she met.

Girls though. Girls were cats. To their CORE. They fought, bit and scratched, and no matter how many times you tried to beat something into them, it was less and less likely that they would learn. Naturally graceful (most of them), cunning and agile, they fought tooth and nail when it came to fights, biting, scratching, kicking, shredding. No mercy. No honor. Hence the term 'cat fight'.

Delialh observed the two girls -one of whom, the one with silver and gold hair, she recognized from the lunch room- throwing towels and wet shirts at eachother, screaming bloody murder, and so forth. One of them, the girl she recognized, not-so subtley picked up a hurdle and tossed it at the blonde chick. She chuckled, watching the otehr girl collapse under the weight. Tsk-tsk. That woud cause some problems. She didn't want to interfere, but...

Sighing, she rose to her feet and strode over, hands in her pockets. She approached calmly, looking with her peripheral vision for a teacher. Seeing none, she shifted her hands to out of her pockets and folded them across her chest, raising an eyebrow. The girls wouldn't have seen her yet. "My my, aren't we mature?" she said aloud, in a voice that carried.

[Matrim Gallagher]

"Well well well," Matrim aid from some nearby bleachers, not talking loud enough to be hard by anyone but himself, "It appears this girl is fast... I wonder who she is. She seems to be taking those hurdles like a champ...."

Matrim found that with his new title, at this school he'd actually have to be doing something. One of the things he was always interested in now was sports. He had never gotten into it before, since his thing was fighting. But he made a decision that it'd probably be best to actually start watching sports and understand the rules and how to compete in them given what had happened recently. Still, he couldn't help but be distracted by the two girls fighting over whatever reasons they had.

And is she, yes she is! She's going for the hurdle... ooo nice I'll have to compliment her on that. Wonder if track running is always so physical.....

It appeared Matrim wasn't the only one paying attention either, some other girl had approached the scene, from the distance Matrim heard her make a comment about maturity. Matrim laughed a little to himself, wondering if this was going to be an even bigger girl fight. That perhaps he had stumbled upon a cat war, that pretty soon he'd be watching more wet t-shirt throwing, back scratching, hair pulling action.

"Come on, don't stop now," Matrim said quietly to himself, laughing from a distance, his left eye fixed on the one who tossed a hurdle. She impressed Matrim with her aggression. The other girl may have started it, but it wasn't like the girl rolled over and took it, she fought back. And she fought back with a rather interesting strategy on top of it all. So he stood in the bleachers and started walking out towards where the fight was taking place to get a little closer. He'd watch to see how things progressed, but he wanted information. And he wanted to see if any of these girls were into sports, perhaps they could teach him this track business.

Or perhaps he could give them a fighting lesson or two.

[Bastille Amtrum]

Bastille clapped her hands together and the dust flew off. Smirking she made sure her shirt had no tears or stains that where so obvious and smiled. Nope it was just wet. Shaking out her shoulders she realized that most the class was no engaged in this scramble. She blinked and rubbed the back of her head.

“oops”

Well what do you say when you start an uproar? Oh well, shrugging she turned to walk away instead facing this other girl. One she sword she had seen around before but had no recollection of meeting. Bastilles eyes narrowed as she found a rather dry towel and began to rub it over her sopping wet hair.

“maturity is over rated…” she muttered harshly and quickly. She was in no mood to defend her position, the girl had started it, Bastille was rather determined to finish it. Her eyes picked up on a movement in the corner of her eye and her eyes snagged it. She turned to face the other guy who was walking towards them. She shot him a grumbled look then shot a retort his way too. She had heard him, like her eyes, her hearing was rather good.

“what is this a spectator sport?” short...to the point.

[Pine]

Today had not been a bad day for a first day. He got his timetable with no problems, found his classes and even stole a kiss off a girl. Well the last thing was not totally accurate, she stole the kiss off him. Still, it was his win and he wasn't going to fight over details.

So Pine found he had a spare period and decided he would walk the grounds and find a nice place to take a nap. He made his way out to the track field where the girls gym class had just started. He made his way over to the bleachers and watched for maybe 5 minutes. Pine was never one for spectator sports, he was the type that played the game. So he made his way behind the bleachers, sat down, and took a nap.

His dreams took him back to a time he never wanted to remember but would never be fortunate enough to forget. He was taken back to the last battle of the Weeping Demons. He replayed the whole showdown with S.W.A.T. up until everything went black. Yet as the nightmare disappeared it was filled with girls screaming. It took a few minutes before Pine's mind registered this was not part of the dream and he needed to wake up.

~CHICK FIGHT!!!! MOVE YOUR ASS BOY I WANT TO WATCH THIS!~ The little voice screamed in his head.

~Keep your cock in your pants it's not like you have eyes to watch through anyways.~ Pine retorted as he yawned and stretched out.

~Don't Patronize me you jackass.~ Pine smiled the response knowing he had won the argument.

Pine walked around the edge of the bleachers and was forced to move the bangs out of his eyes with his left hand so he could see clearly. The sight that met Pine was a class in an up roar. Towels and shirts were being thrown everywhere, he even swore he saw a girl under a hurdle. As Pine's eyes scanned the area he noticed there was another male student standing not to far from him. Pine moved his left hand so his bangs could fall back in front of his eyes again. Now he made his way cautiously over to the student, unsure of how the other would react to the presence of an unknown. Pine made sure his hands were open and visible at all times to show he had no intention of fighting.

Usually Pine would not bother approaching another to find out what happened but today his interest was peaked.

"Excuse me..." Pine began as he stopped a couple of feet from the other student who had his eyes glued to the scene. "What's...Going on?"

[Delilah A. Black]

“maturity is over rated…”

Delilah laughed at this. Actually laughed, genuinely amused though she completely agreed. Weird feeling...it'd been a while. She coughed to hide her laugh, "Ahem...wasn't exactly talking to you," she motioned with her head to the other girl who had been involved in the fight who was now nattering loudly and toweling off as well. She winked slyly at the silver haired girl in front of her. "Though I don't exactly see you taking the high road, though she's not much of a challenge, huh?" As it should be. she didn't add, smiling inwardly to herself. In her eyes, there was no honor in life, not if you valued yourself at all. Cynical, maybe, but it was her truth. She casually slipped her hands into her pockets. "Maybe it'd be best if you disappeared before things took a turn out of your favour?" Again, Delilah gestured behind the girl with her head, the track field supervisor walking out into the feild. Inevitably, one of the students would rat the strange red-eyed girl out. If she slipped away now, she might be missed for attendance (some of these teachers could be so lazy, after all) or could have been 'in the little girls room'. At the time. Their word against her disappearance.

But THEN...

"Come on, don't stop now,"

Eh?[/color] She turned her head to look at the boy standing behind her, raising an eyebrow as another guy -neither of whom she'd ever seen before- who approached, asking what was going on. She sighed, looking around. This many non-class participants were bound to start attracting unwanted attention. LOVELY. She thought relatively quickly...for some reason, Delilah was on edge. Hated being exposed as she was now, though it had been her own fault that she was out her in the first place. Time to rectify that.

She looked away from the guys and past Miss Red-eyes and she saw 'it'. Her eyes widened with fear, and she took a staggering step back, her expression so open of horror and shock that it was incommunable except by two words; "Look out!"

If Miss Red-eyes had been fooled into thinking that there really was something behind her and turned to look, Delilah would reach out and grab the front of the girls shirt, lifting her right leg to place her foot on Miss Red-eyes' abdomen, as a brace, not as a kick. She woudl then pull as hard as she could, while extending her leg to keep Miss Red eyes not only at bay, but to pull her away from her shirt, in an attempt to alleiviate the girl of it.

Should this be successful, Delilah would dance backwards as she gained momentum before sprinting off around the side of the school, away from the class.

If only relatively successful, in which case the shirt gets stuck...well, she'd use that to her advantage, and lift the girl, fireman style, onto her shoulders and run that way.

If none of the above worked, meaning, Miss Red-eyes wasn't fooled, she would instead reach for something more able to grasp, like a necklace, shoe, or tear away shorts. Even a pony tail if she thought she could get away with it. Either way, it lead to Delilah sprinting away around the edge of the school, an attempt to get the four -herself, Miss red-eyes, and the two boys- away from the area before punishments were laid out.

[Bastille Amtrum]

Bastilles eyes widened. She hadn’t noticed any muscle movement but low and behold not every object in the world had muscles or items that moved as suck. Fearful of being hit, she ducked and whipped to slightly look at what was behind her. The duck to avoid being hit, unless something was coming at her at a lower angel she would jump up, but neither happened. Instead she felt her hair given a yank and she yelped. The hand suddenly grabbed next at her shirt and dragged her along. Bastille felt herself get hoisted up fireman style and being taken away. This was awkward…being carried by a girl. Bastille suddenly felt as tall as she really was.

She had noticed the other girl as they began to round the corner run to complain to the teacher who looked like he didn’t give a crap, while the other two...wait two? When had the second one shown up? Oh well, the other two boys stand there. This day was just getting weirder and weirder. Well all in good favor, this allowed her to ditch class and not let it be her fault as well as meet some very…interesting new people. Though all this running was making her motion sick…only slightly.