|
|
Post by icywhite on Sept 17, 2006 10:19:21 GMT -8
(OOC: I couldn't think of a idea for a thread besides the same old, "I'm here for the first time thing" so get over it.)
Ryan was on his way to school, it was his first day going to high school, but he could care less. Like all kids he thought school was pointless. He thought about truing back but there was nothing else to do.
As Ryan walked passed people he got stares from his music blasting in his headphones. People walking by could easily hear what he was listing to, but Ryan couldn't here anyone else, that was the point of his music. It was to forget the messed up world that we lived in, tune it out, just as the world tunes out everyone who needs help.
Ryan keep getting closer, the songs he was listing to changed, the idea of going home getting better and better. Still for some reason his feet keep moving forward. It was like there was something drawing him to school, what it was he didn't know and he probably didn't want to know.
Ryan approached to school. He made it to the front doors and put his headphones on his shoulders, the music still playing. He pushed open the front door and entered to school. He stood there for a second, there was no real reason, but he still stood there. With his music still playing he put his headphones on and started to walk down the hall. For the next seven to eight hours, depending on how much Ryan stayed for, his life was in school.
|
|
|
|
Post by chihiro on Sept 17, 2006 18:14:50 GMT -8
Dum, duh dum, dum, di dum..
Was that music? It seemed someone was keen on sharing their music with other people, Chi thought as she waltzed down the hallway in a jean mini and black half leggings, a pair of pink converse and a layered black and pink tank top. Her long black hair was up in a curly bun, loose ringletts falling to her shoulder blades. She was having a good day, and seemed to have gotten out of the softie slump she'd been in and was back with a vengeance. No boy was safe, aha. Dark eyes winked coquettishly as she made her way down the hall to the source of the sound. It was a boy, and an unfamiliar one at that. Oooh, fresh blood.. thought the girl as she made her way toward him.
"Hey cutie, whatcha listening to?"
She started innocently enough, crossing her arms over her chest as well as she could with a cast on her right arm and leaning on one hip as she grinned at him.
|
|
|
|
Post by icywhite on Sept 19, 2006 11:44:28 GMT -8
((OOC: Umm... yea I didn't even see the reply, my bad >.>))
Ryan walked down the hall, the music still as loud as can be. He was half expecting a teacher to get on him about it, but he didn't care what they said. The only thing getting this off was someone who wanted to do more than boss him around. And right on the stop there came a girl. She approached like she wanted to talk so Dylan took his headphone and put them on his shoulders. He was able to hear what she was saying over the sound.
"What am I listing to huh?"
Ryan then reached into his pocket and turned off the music. Whit his hands still in his pockets he started to walk past the girl. Once he was standing next to her he spoke up.
"What dose it matter?"
|
|
|
|
Post by Travis Delmonte on Sept 19, 2006 16:14:30 GMT -8
"What am I listing to huh? What dose it matter?"
..Huh..
"I believe that she was just asking a simple question.. Just trying to be friendly. There's no need to respond like that.."
Odd enough. Travis was speaking out because of the way that boy treated Chi, in his eyes anyways, what he said just had an 'assholeish' tone to it. Even more odd was the fact that he even spoke out for the girl. A girl that he had recently fought. He was the one that made it so she had to wear that cast. His eyes were placed upon the tiled school floor.
His arms crossed at his chest as he leaned back against a nearby locker. The boy and girl not too far from him now. He wasn't neccicerilly defending her. He just happened to over-hear how the boty had spoken to her. And after fighting her, he realized that he didn't hate her. He actually liked her well enough. She could fight. He more so respected her. And the wayh e had spoken to her, he felt he had to speak out.
"Apologize.."
|
|
|
|
Post by icywhite on Sept 19, 2006 16:28:07 GMT -8
"Apologize.."
Ryan looked over at the boy who had spoke out at him. It already wasn't turning out to be a good day. All he wanted was to be left alone, he didn't feel he was being rude. In fact he could be extremely rude and just told her to fuck off. He opened his mouth to speak
"Trust me, if I'm being rude it's a lot worst than that." Ryan turned to the girl who he had been talking to. "If I offended you I'm sorry" His gaze now back at the person who had told him what to do. "I did that for myself, not because you told me to. And don't ever try to tell me what to do again"
Ryan's eyes were now fixed on this person. Someone he didn't know trying to tell him what to do. He didn't let anyone tell him what to do, everything he did was because he wanted to. And if there is one thing that Ryan couldn't stand it was being told what to do.
|
|
|
|
Post by Travis Delmonte on Sept 19, 2006 16:49:30 GMT -8
"If I offended you I'm sorry"
hehe.. He actually did it.
"I did that for myself, not because you told me to. And don't ever try to tell me what to do again"
"Ahh.. I'm sure you did. Good boy.."
Trying to piss him off? Maybe. Boredom ruled Travis at times. He wasn't usually a bad guy. On the contrary, if you got to know him, you'd know that he was rather nice. Though he didn't let a lot of people in. He wasn't always nice though. Today would be one of those days. He felt as if he needed a fight. Maybe it wouldn't happen now, but you never knew. Maybe he could succeed in pushing this kids buttons. He would definitely try.
"Don't tell you what to do? Haha.. Maybe I feel like it? How's this for telling you what to do.. 'Shut the fuck up'."
|
|
|
|
Post by icywhite on Sept 19, 2006 16:57:17 GMT -8
"Don't tell you what to do? Haha.. Maybe I feel like it? How's this for telling you what to do.. 'Shut the fuck up'."
That was it. He was warned not to go any further, not in a really nice way, but he wasn't showing respect so Ryan wasn't going to show any back.
"I told you not to tell me what to do."
Ryan walked closer to the person. He wasn't going to let someone treat him like shit and just do nothing about it. As he got closer his eyes started to turn from a look of annoyance to one of anger. He was about five words from sending this guy to the hospital.
"I ain't gonna make you apologize... but I suggest you walk away right now."
|
|
|
|
Post by Travis Delmonte on Sept 19, 2006 17:15:46 GMT -8
"I suggest you don't wade too deep into the water, my friend. You might drown."
Travis would close his eyes for a few seconds. A rather mocking smile slid upon his face as he kept his arms crossed at his chest. He couldn't help but laugh to himself. This boy was so easily manipulated. Travis hadn't really said much and already this hot-headed transfer was ready to go. Obviously he was new, and he didn't know that Travis could more then hold his own. course, Travis had no idea of this boy's ability to fight. But he was sure that he would soon find out. His eyes would snap open once against and he would observe the boy before him.
|
|
|
|
Post by icywhite on Sept 19, 2006 17:33:27 GMT -8
The boy who Ryan had been talking to was making him more and more mad. He gave him a chance to walk away, I wasn't worded that nice, but it was still a chance. To make matters worst the boy wasn't even concerned with Ryan, closing his eyes right in front of Ryan's face. Well he was soon gonna regret that.
As soon as the boy would open his eyes he would get to see Ryan's right foot already half way to the boy's stomach. Ryan wasn't turned to the side he was still standing in front of the boy so he could make eye contact after or if the kick landed. Ryan wouldn't break eye contact the whole fight, eventually it was gonna help wear down the boy. Someone's eyes staring at you the whole fight would differentially get on your nerves, but that would play a part lalter, right now it was the kick the boy had to worry about.
|
|
|
|
Post by Travis Delmonte on Sept 19, 2006 17:51:12 GMT -8
and Travis' eyes snapped open, only to notice the boy's kick coming in. He wasn't going to be able to dodge the kick completely, but he would be able to block it with his forearms. Seeing as Travis'a rms had been crossed at his chest, his would simply drop his arms down and let the kick slam against them. He would only wince slightly as his eyes locked upon the boys. he would act immediantly, pushing foreword, throw his arsm against the boy's kick, aiming to force the boy backwards on his single balanced leg.
Travis' left hand would attempt to grip the boy's ankle, and then Travis would twist his torso slightly, allow his right knee to gain speed and power a bit faster as he aimed to slam that into the side of the boy's extended knee. If the attack succeeded, the boy would definitely realize that he might have made a mistake. Travis was strong. He was fast. And he wasn't one to go down easy, as most of his opponents would probably tell him.
|
|
|
|
Post by chihiro on Sept 20, 2006 13:32:15 GMT -8
((ooc: eep! *sneaks back into the thread* It ran away on me))
Chi's eyes snapped to the source of a second voice. It was Travis, the boy she'd fought not too long ago. She glanced down at her cast, her cheeks burning slightly. She'd lost pretty badly, but Travis was a good fighter, and she respected him for that, even though they'd gotten into the fight over a disagreement. Oh well, that was the past, she wasn't going to be bitter about it just to spite him. It was nice of him to speak up on her behalf though, either because he too respected her to need to speak up, or he felt sorry for her. She was pretty sure it was the first one.
The dark haired girl glanced back and forth between the two boys as their arguement got pretty heated. That was how her and Travis' fight had begun. He was pretty belligerent, seeing's that the new boy appologized to her, but then again he was also asking for it by ordering Travis not to order him around. Talk about ironic, hmm?
So, in crossing her arms the best she could with the cast weighing her arm down, leaning back against the lockers to watch their fight. Maybe she would step in if things got too bad, tell 'em to knock it off, but she was in no state to stop them physically. Besides, it could be amusing.
|
|
|
|
Post by icywhite on Sept 20, 2006 13:43:44 GMT -8
((OCC: Half assed post coming up... yes worst than most of mine, which aren't that good >.>))
The kick didn't quite work out. The boy managed to push Ryan back and grab his leg so he couldn't go anywhere. That might of been the end of it right there, but Ryan wasn't going down that easy.
With his free leg he would jump off the ground and try to kick the boy in the side of the face. If it missed then Ryan would catch himself on his free leg and hands and jump again, repeating what he just did backwards.
|
|
|
|
Post by Travis Delmonte on Sept 21, 2006 15:22:33 GMT -8
The block was successful, Travis hadn't doubted it. Sure, the kick would sting a little bit, but pain only issued Travis to fight harder. To cause his opponenteven more pain. After all, one of the spectators would surely know that. She had suffered a broken arm from her fight with him. Though he did feel slightly bad for doing that, he wouldn't feel so bad for this boy. After all, this boy had basically invited him to kick his ass, didn't he? Whatever. Back to the matter at hand.
Travis had the boy's ankle, and was preparing to send a knee when his eyes would catch the movement his opponent began to make. So he would sacrifice his one, balanced leg, to try and get off an attack? Hah, not to mention it wasn't an uncommon attack from this position. Most kids would try something like this. They see it in a movie, and believe that it would be so easy to pull off. Not knowing that their opponent wasn't stupid enough to actually stand there and let the kick slam him in the side of the head. No. Travis wasn't dumb. He wasn't just going to sit there like a retard. He would act, and he would act fast.
As ryan hopped, Travis would release grip on the boy's ankle with his right hand, that leg quickly moving so that it would meet the boy's other incoming leg in a mere second. Now what would Travis' left hand be doing while it stillg ripped the boy's other foot? This is what it would be doing. As the boy had sacrificed his footing, Travis would be able to manipulate the boy's body much easy.
His left arm would tense, the muscles beginning to flex as he lefted upwards hard and pushed. At the same time, Travis' right arm would slam against the boy's attacking leg, also sending it in an upward angle. With the speed and strength used, Travis would basically be sending the boy backflipping slightly. Though he had not applyed enough of a push to throw him intoa full backflip. Just enough so that the boy would land on the back of his head/neck/shoulders.
If the boy did manage to tuck into a backflip, he would soon see Travis' steel-toed boots bulleting directly for his forehead as he would quickly lunge a hard toe kick, aimed to kick his brain through the back of his skull.
(OOC: I hope that wasn't too complicated.)
|
|
|
|
Post by icywhite on Sept 21, 2006 16:20:45 GMT -8
Ryan's second attack failed. This wasn't turning out good. As the boy flipped Ryan, Ryan shot his hands out to turn it into a back hand-spring. As his legs were going over to touch the ground a kick went right into the back of them. That sure as heck didn't feel good, but the pain didn't stop Ryan.
As soon as he landed, which was speed up from being kicked, he slid feet first toward the boy. Ryan extend his left leg out, as soon as it would touch the boys ankle, he would use his right leg to kick the back of the boy's knee. This would send the boy to his knees, after which Ryan would quickly get up and hit the side of the boy's head with his forearm and then back of. It was just a hit and run attack, Ryan was trying to hurt him a bit and put distance between them.
((OOC: If you still feel this is wrong PM me and I'll tell you my reasoning.))
|
|
|
|
Post by Travis Delmonte on Sept 25, 2006 14:21:27 GMT -8
The kick had only been partly effective as it had not connected where he had planned it to. That was too bad, but Travis wasn't about to let that hold him back. He wasn't about to get himself caught off-guard because of something so simple as that. And he would watch the boy closely. As soon as the boy had landed, he made movements as if he was about to slide foreword. Interesting indeed. But did he really think that Travis would stay in this position in front of him? Hah. He wasn't stupid. He would definitely move.
He would simply take a deep breath, and then hop off to the right. And then sidestep even more to the right so that he was surely out of the boy's range. Would he attack, no he wouldn't. He would simply allow himself to turn and face the boy. A small smile on his face as he stared toward him. If he thought that eye contact was something Travis was afraid to do, then he was stupid. He would only stretch and keep his eyes upon t he boy. He would make a small movement or two, motioning the boy to get up and attack him once again.
|
|
