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Post by Atticus Wagner on Oct 2, 2006 22:59:17 GMT -8
((Music: Mr. Dom's Theme.))
Maniacal laughter echoed through the courtyard, the low chuckle haunting the ears of the lesser people. A ring of bystanders watched in abject terror as just one student stood among a scattered field of bodies. One had been shoved through a bench, face first. Another had impacted the cement walkway so hard, that a spiderweb of cracks had formed beneath him. Limbs were twisted the wrong way, some snapped at visually disgusting angles. Thin rivers of blood were all over the ground, soaking the once decent ground. Even the one in the middle of it all was stained with blood.
The one in the middle wore an expression of anger in his face, his normally laughing blue eyes darkened by rage. His hand came up to wipe a splattering of crimson off of his cheek, leaving a red smear as the hand came back to the ground. His other arm, normally wrapped in a blue sleeve, was now soaked through, appearing black. A sadistic smile crossed his lips, as a streak of his blonde hair fell in front of his eyes. A tinge of purple was clear in the strands. Atticus was the man still standing, the one reveling in the destruction of so many bodies.
One of the bodies that were strewn on the ground, rose up, his legs shaking as he tried to regain his composure. As he turned to meet eye to eye with Atticus, he saw nothing more than an empty space where he had been. From above, that manic's laughter burst out, causing everyone to stare as Atticus came down, an open hand grasped the unlucky kid's face. With a downward thrust, the head met with the cement walkway, causing a two foot wide break in the surface. As soon as Atticus took his right hand off the boy's face, his left fist came in, breaking the nose of the helpless victim.
It was clear he had lost control. People had rushed in to stop him, and all he did was break each and every single one of them. The spectators began to get as far away as they could, heading for doors, open windows, whatever they could. Nobody wanted to be in the way of the blood-covered freak.
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Post by Zack Asiv on Oct 5, 2006 12:32:12 GMT -8
It seemed Asiv had chosen the perfect time to walk in on this, for he had just witnessed a student lay waste to several others. This student seemed to be in a pit of rage beyond reaching. He may have even of lost conciouseness, this could be his rage givin a conciouseness. But there was only one way to find out. Asiv walked over tot he lad and tried to place a hand on his shoulder. His other would be behind his back.
"You aren't saying you did all this yourself?"
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Post by Atticus Wagner on Oct 7, 2006 19:23:37 GMT -8
It didn't matter who was showing up, it didn't matter. Inevitably, he'd be balmed for all the carnage. Some of it was his, after all. He had lost in during the fight under such conditions. So now it was the staff who were stepping in to deal with the situation. This guy had to be the strongest in the school. So of course, Atticus had no choice but to back down. Maybe that was why he wanted to fight so badly, becasue he knew he should run. In fact, he always fought agaisnt better judgement. There was no way he'd just let things happen. He had to write his own story, regardless if it was one people wanted to read or not.
"You have to believe me... I didn't do anything other than defend myself. These guys... They all attacked me. Well, one of them was on my side... He went down though. There were a lot of them. Had to make sure they didn't get back up to attack me again..." Atticus' voice was full of an uncharacteristic concern. The guy who was normally sorry for nothing was suddenly seeking forgiveness in the eyes of Asiv.
Or not. Atticus turned around, gripping Asiv's shoulder as he still acted like he was seeking guidance. But that look of fear left his face as Atticus used his hold to pull an unsuspecting teacher's head down as his other fist rose up. The uppercut was aimed for the throat. Extremely painful, nobody could truly toughen up the area enough to be able to resist the strength of such a blow. It was underhanded, sneaky, and downright evil. in other words, it was just like Atticus.
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Post by Zack Asiv on Oct 9, 2006 13:39:38 GMT -8
Hmm, maybe this kid was just defending himself, he was pretty convincing, but Asiv had no plans to just let it slide. Yet, an odd chain reaction went off as Asiv fell loose instead of keeping his guard up. the boy turned and put his hand on Asiv's shoulder, his eyes opened fully to look at the hand, he wasn't too fond of the students getting that comfy around him, but before Asiv could sen in his own attack, the kid had pulled him dow in an attempt to send a fist into his throat. Asiv was able to move slightly to the side with enough time to take the blow to the colar bone, the impact hurt almost as much as the punch to the throat would have if it where not for the fact there was bone there and that he wouldn't be suffering breath loss.
He shot up and sent his left hand in a fist to knock Atticus back, he had no time to concentrate enough to use his Qi, so it was a normel punch. The pain in his shoulder/neck area was enough to make him pretty angry. The blow would undoubtedly knock him back some ways if it conected, if not Asiv had his other arm ready to do something. But that was only if the left fist missed. A student had not only layed a hand on the Supervisor of 259, but he had punched him. Thats 1 case against the faculty that will be going on his permanent record.
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Post by Atticus Wagner on Oct 12, 2006 21:43:01 GMT -8
Knocked back by the attack, Atticus kept his footing, grinning wickedly in the face of inevitable defeat. Clenching his right fist, he watched as a small trickle of blod ran down the back of the hand. It wasn't his, and probably wasn't Asiv's. Regardless, it was a entancing sight to someone like him, to someone in his state. Of course, when it came to Atticus, his state of mind wasn't exactly stable. One could say he was confused, but he certainly didn't express it like most people would.
After all, how many stundents would make a spectacle of themselves by shredding through some students and then attacking the supervisor? "Oh no! I missed." Atticus let out a maniacal laugh, facing his target. "Are you going to let that go unpunished, or are you going to actually try something, huh?" That grin covered his face again as he flipped the guy the bird, with both hands.
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Post by Zack Asiv on Oct 15, 2006 20:00:43 GMT -8
Asiv cocked his head to one side as he noticed the boys change in mood, the laugh he gave off was interesting and the taunting was something else. This boy had gone off his rocker, he must not of been right in the head he was sure no one would dare talk that way to the officials after the rumors of what happened durring the very first day. But now he had been struck and it was time to show these students that the faculty are here to keep them in line.
"That was a good punch boy, but now you've run my patience thin."
Asiv would be gone imediatly like the flash he was towards the boy Atticus, he would shoot his left hand up towards the right side of the boy face as a distraction, it would still be in a palm and he would be ready with it incase he would actuelly have to use it. The real attack would be his right leg, it would aim to sweep the feet from under the boy, this in turn would put him sideways, but it wasn't a normel sweep, he lifted his foot with it, which would put him sideways in the air. His right palm would then shoot forward in hops of slamming into the kids chest, everything needed to go as planned for this attack to work. Which was doubtful.
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Post by Atticus Wagner on Oct 18, 2006 20:36:17 GMT -8
The supervisor was fast. Damn fast. But he had seen that before in a guy named Faust. The psych teacher. Faust seemed to be a little faster then this guy. It was still hard to read the moves. A quick strike was coming at him from the left side, which was promptly blocked by a raised arm, Atticus using the blade of the arm to push aside the arm and make it miss it's target. He sure as hell wouldn't be able to stop that much energy efficiently, let alone without getting hurt.
Trying to diverty that much energy was kind of easy, but not as much as most people's attacks were. Even so, he could feel the feint. Of course, he had already fallen for it. Or rather, risen. The foot sweep had made him go sideways, and another palm was coming at him. Oddly enough, he found this to his advantage, as he used his left hand to push his body up, using the arm as a springboard. Fully inverting his body, his right foot came crashing down, an upside down soccer kick to the supervisor's nose, aiming precisely for the bridge of the nose.
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