First Day

[soreku]

A peaceful, uplifting breeze stumbles upon the hair of a young girl walking fourth toward a large building. It snags at the blue strands and caresses the soft hair as the owner of such continues to walk, and now lower are the curved shoulders of the girl covered by a rough piece of gray material; a small attachment with the purpose of holding together the cotton hoodie, hanging out the sleeves of the sweater swing a pair of frail white hands struggling to keep a connection with the interior of the kangaroo pocket.

Faded jeans maintain an ever so tight hold on the girl's legs, the knees are torn open and expose her smooth skin and a semi-large pattern of a panda bears head in the colors of black and white rest in an angle on the left hip of the pants. The occupant of the clothing though seems comfortable as she walks into the building, her feet going to and fro inside the name brand sneakers. Soreku lets her eyes feast upon the corridor of the building, it suits the description of a "decent" school well, she continues, getting used to the new environment.

Her eyes are shifting from right to left in such a fast manner she doesn't stop to look ahead, in good time though she stops, a shadow stands before her, she only imagines what it might belong to. "Hey, cutie! You look new, need some help finding your way around the place? Also we could maybe stop and find a closet on the way too, right?"
The ignorance of some people irritate her as Soreku lifts her head and gives the taller boy, much taller boy, a stingy look. Extending an arm she dismisses him just as quickly as he had come into her way in the first place, she continues. Shouting follows her from behind but she ignores it, Soreku makes an effort to ignore it but a moment later a hand plagues her shoulder, the grip gets tighter and the boy from earlier says something Soreku doesn't care to make out.

Instead she just turns around, slaps away his hand and stares at him yet again, "Is it so hard to mind your own business and not be a jerk? 'Cause if it is then I can always help you a bit," she says, her voice low and dangerous.
"You've got a mouth on you, you stupid b-"
Before she must waste her time to even think of a reply to such, Soreku dashes forward and forces her right fist into his solar plexus, hard enough to knock some air out of him. This is followed by a quick elbow to the face, same arm, and a slap to the side of the head which makes the boy surrender his position and collapse onto the ground. Soreku forces a breath from her mouth to scare away the blue hairs that crept up onto her face unnoticed and then she places her hand back into the kangaroo pocket, staring pitifully at her victim as a small crowd stitches itself together around her, she ignores them. "This serves as a lesson to all of you, maybe we'll all get along more often if you keep these things in mind: ... don't ever call me 'cutie' ... and don't ever touch me, again." She whispers quietly to the boy on the floor, who isn't injured badly since there is only so much pain a girl such as Soreku can deliver, he is recovering from the slight dizziness though that he received from her hit in the head. Soreku gives him a meaningful look, her voice still low and edgy, she arches her back and conquers some of the space that stood between them as she adds something onto the threat, "Or consider yourself with a something a little bit worse then a case of mild dizziness," She then stands back up and begins to turn around and continue to walk, "I think I'd better go find my locker now."

[John]

"I don't think so."

Came the voice of a boy who lived for nothing more than to do battle. Or at least, that was what the rumor was. They said you could feel him before you heard or saw him, they said his fighting abilities match that of one of the pillars, and went against the gan gleader of The Syndicate at one time. Black muscle shirt lay hugging against the toned upper body of the boy. Black jeans apon the bottom, and Silver-ish white hair flowing slightly. Red piercing dark red eyes stared at Soreku as he made his way through the crowd that had gathered, they gave more space.

"I think you should fight me. You seem rather skilled from that show."

thats right. He didn;t even care if she was 'cute' or even a girl. She had showed him she could fight, and even made a threat. His skin crawled with goose bumps when she made the threat, he knew he just had to fight her once. He stood not far from her with his hands to his sides. A slight smile on his face, a smile that said he loved fighting, a smile of a warrior. The love for battle that his blood held, the blood of a man who lives off his strength alone. this girl had not gone unnoticed, for now, a battle would be on.

[soreku]

A proposition just registering into the girl's brain, the poor excuse of a speech piping through one ear and out the other, Soreku turned only to see another freshmen among the many faces but this one had had the guts to challenge her. This didn't mean a lot since Soreku wasn't exactly one known for her performances in a fight, but she wasn't in the mood to be bothered which meant she would with no hesitation be rid of this boy as quickly as possible and be on her way, which meant that she would fight him?

"If fighting is what you kids do around here,"

A shrug of her shoulders and she was ready to rumble, fearing a bit of restriction that had itself reserved due to what she wore as leggings, a pair of jeans. Soreku knew it wasn't her right to come and make a big fuss in a school she had just come to, her only responsibilities here were to find her so-called sister and have a peaceful experience up to graduation, but as it seemed this boy wanted to fight and she wasn't going to surrender on default. A more passive look comes onto her face and the girl takes forth a casual position.
One leg leans against the other in a slouching manner, hands still held quietly in the kangaroo pocket, she would wait for his attack and soon enough counter it with something she would be capable of executing. To let her enemy strike first would give Soreku a better chance of observing his technique and defeating him in the small portion of time that she had to spare.

[John]

That same half smile, the one he always wore when he knew he was going to be in a fight. He would pull no punches, he would not go soft on this fighter because it was a she, he knew better. Anyone who fights is a fighter, nothing less, nor more. A fighter is a fighter, and when it came down to it, it didn't matter what sex you where, all that mattered was how you faught. It seemed this person had accepted, no names exchanged, no hellos, just we are going to fight, and lets go. this sent a slight feeling of desire down his spine, once the girl had taken her position John's right hand sprang into a claw and the arm tensed into a straight line aiming down next to his leg. The joints popping as the fingers moved to their positions.

without another word John sprang forward in a dead sprint towards the girl, moving as fast as his 5'9" body would carry him. he would jump and turn around while in the air, to where his back was facing her. Then his arms would extend and his momentum fromt he jump would make him backflip, now with his back facing her the flip would be going towards her, the right leg would come around - with him completely upside down - with a kick aiming to hit her left shoulder. A purely blunt attack but by no means straight forward. this kick would do damage if it landed, but not the kidn you would think, no break of bone, no internal injury, just hurt alot. He was planning on dragging this fight out for as much training as he could. Defeated quick, was not an option. Of course, he had no idea how this girl faught, she may have become defencive, but hundreds of people did that to counter fight.

[soreku]

Soreku watches with a grim look upon her face as the boy comes even closer in motion, she stands still, pulling her hands from the pocket quickly she had to think fast if she were planning on countering this attack. A nice little side-step, roll, leap or something similar to any of these would be quick and easy but she hadn't planned on just beating him. No. That was not the way of a Urashima, she had to humiliate him first in front of this petite little crowd that gathered about them as if walling off the area where they would hold their match and, if possible or appropriate, make him surrender.

Unlike most kids, Soreku liked to have fun with her dinner before eating it. The blue-haired girl takes half steps backward as the boy approaches in the air, his right leg coming downward toward her left shoulder, she must think fast to do something about this, and she does. Her arms soon take flight in the air behind her and before long she is executing a somersault gone backward, in the process of a somersault you always throw your feet in the air and point them up and forward, or, at least when you're doing one backward; and so on, she does this, her feet should collide with the boy's and knock him in some different direction that might bring him to a disadvantage and then she'll be able to complete her flip and then attack on her own turn, but if this move was to fail she would be the one falling straight back down.

With her hands touching the ground now and her legs flying straight and vertical, Soreku wasn't thinking, she was waiting for time to tell her the next page of the story so she would again have the opportunity to do either the foolish thing or the right thing and finish it wholly.




((If this is against the rules I'll edit, I still didn't understand your move a bit but I dun know... I should be able to counter it with this one... right? ))