All the Right Places (Ryu/open)

[Mischa Badoer]

*Smash*

Mischa's attention shot from the broken glass on the floor to the nerd beside a computer...it must have been his.

D=!!!!!!!

"I...am...SOOOO....Sorry." he obviously didn't look impressed, and Mischa was pretty damn sure a piece of his soul died alongside the Green Lantern, replica, glass trophy thing. Though... the thing was, Mischa was more of a Marvel fan and the fact this guy was shitting his pants over the statue was quite amusing...COM'ON?! Green Lantern? LAAME! "You should have put it in a display case... Klutzes could be afoot!" she was trying to make light of the situation.... but obviously it wasn't working... that and the idiot seemed to be anti-cultural and couldn't understand what she was saying, because of her thick Venetian accent.

Not my fault he brought a friggen replica to school!!! Bring something valuable to a computer room at a violent school you are going to get it wrecked! Fucker...

"That was four hundred dollars."

"For that?" >_0

"How are you gonna pay for it, miss?"

Miss? Now I feel old...

The tone and the way he turned red seemed rather rude, and Mischa shook her head...slowly taking steps towards the door. Why should she pay for it when he was the one that didn't put his beloved Green Lantern in a safe place? He was lucky all she did was knock it down. Could have been shot 'cause Mischa has the tenancy to forget to flick the safety on her gun...

"I have some cash in ma car, meng!" truth was...she did. Though,he could have been nicer, therefore he wasn't getting redeemed from her booboo. GAWD it was only a booboo!!! She didn't mean to break it, he didn't have to be such an ass hat!

Now she got out of the store and started running....though back into that whole math equation of Mischa and running...

Ok..So Mischa's clumsiness on a scale of one to ten was usually a 9.99. She was standing you have to multiply 9.99 by 2.. and multiply 52.33 for running. 1045.5534 on a one to ten scale. Yep..trouble.

So stepped in a bucket from some guy window cleaning and now her black converse shoes were wet aaand stuck in a bucket. She tripped and smacked into a guy on a skate board and made him fall while her bucket foot stepped on the skateboard and her back now found the pavement.

"I need help up..." why did she need help up? Well, skateboard guy landed on her...

[Ryu Hayabusa]

Fuck right place at the wrong time, Ryu tended to reverse that. Wrong place at the right time. Right time, in fact, to almost get beaned by a fucking skateboard. Wrong place for the retard who'd been riding it. To top it off, he was tangled up with a girl who Ryu proceeded to ignore entirely, so he couldn't even get away from the softly glowing blue eyes of the Evil Angel.

Standing at a respectable six foot-two, and a collosal two hundred and twenty-five pounds, Ryu Hayabusa, the Evil Angel, was a force to be reckoned with! [/announcer voice]

Ryu's right hand lashed down and gripped the kid by the front of his neck. Lifting him into the air, his left knee shot in to smash the lowest of his ribs. Then his fore head crashed into the kids nose, breaking it. From there, the huge man hurled the kid into the nearest wall, and whipped his right leg around to smash upside the skaters head when he bounced off of the stone.

Quick, simple, clean. Turning back toward where he'd picked the poor schlep up, he finally noticed the girl. Staring down at her menacingly in his all black outfit, one of his eyebrows raised, almost saying 'where the fuck did she come from?'.

[Mischa Badoer]

The weight off of Mischa's chest was lifted... quite literally. She looked up to see the boy getting tossed around like one of her barbies when she was younger. She didn't like barbies....hence the tossing around.

The massive guy turned around with a perk of his eyebrow... from the looks of it, he hadn't noticed her before... so to return his gaze, she looked at him with a "WTF TEACH ME HOW TO THROW DOWN LIKE YOU DID!" ... to sum up the look, her eyes were bugged eyed and her mouth was wide open in an almost smile thingy....but not really smiling more of a O shape....

Anyway.

She stood up and looked up at the fellow that was wearing one color. Either he got dressed in the dark, or he is the type that seems to only buy black outfits 'cause they tend to be the cooler looking outfits!

She looked down to see that her left shoulder down to her left foot was wet from the bucket 'o' water. LAME. She shook her foot and the bucket fell off and she gained her balance from lifting her leg.

With a large smile, Mischa held out her hand for him to shake. She wanted to thank him for throwing the boy off her. At the same time she was praying to God, Allah, and even Sylvester Stallone in hopes this boy wouldn't throw her like the clumsy skate boarder >.>

"Cool moves...I would like to learn something like that...Might come in handy for me. My name is Mischa... random name for an Italian I know, but hey..who is complaining? Whats your name?"

How one can tell Mischa is nervous:

1. Nervous ranting of speech.
2. Blushing, due to embarrassment of ranting...

[Ryu Hayabusa]

Ryu's right hand raised again. Slowly this time. His left stayed still up where it held his backpack over his shoulder. Even he wasn't sure what he was about to do with that right hand of his. There was any number of things to be done.

• Grab her by the throat and string her up until she passed out.
  
• Grab her by the throat and choke slam her.
  
• Grab her by the throat and stuff her in the nearest locker.
  
• Make it simple and just smash her in the face.
  
• Grip the hand and shatter her arm in several places.
  
• Grip the hand and rip it off, taking as much of the arm as he could with it.
  
  

And quite possibly his personal favorite amongst it:

• Stab his hand into her stomach, grip her ribs, crush them, and bash her against the wall until her entire ribcage came out.
  

But she hadn't done any thing. Yet any ways. Just blathered on like an idiot. She also looked respectable enough, so no reason to damage her.

The hand slowly moved to hers. The black fingerless glove that traced up into his black Suede sleeve, a glint of shining gold at his wrist, made contact with her soft skin, and a powerful grip clenched the hand slightly harder than was strictly necessary. Generally, such an action was a Testosterone thing. In some cases, simply a silent warning. In Ryu's case, it was a 'you're annoying me' alongside an under-tone threat that said-- if you understood him, which no one really did-- 'don't fuck with me, I will eat you alive'.

After holding the grip for slightly longer than necessary, his profoundly deep voice boomed, "Ryu Hayabusa." First new person to hear his name. She should feel lucky.

[Mischa Badoer]

The grip he had on her hand was menacing, but she didn't put it pass him at all. Com'on!? he totally pwned that boys' ass... of course he would have a kick ass hand shake. Demetri had one of those handshakes too. That man was a very scary man.

0.0

The look he was giving Mischa also worried her slightly. She wasn't one to be bombarded by someone's presence...only Matrim's the first time she met him... Now she could careless about the fellow. He is a cheating douche that made Reira sad and really, who ever cheats is a loser on top of the fact it was her best friend he cheated on. Insta-dick in Mischa's book... Anyway, back on the topic of low voiced menacing-handshake-Ryu-dude.

"UUUUUUMMM.... sooo... hows about you teach me how to fight like you...Though you can't kill me, that wouldn't be cool."
Her smile was innocent so hopefully he wouldn't take everything in the wrong way and want to smash her head into the wall or break her in half and shove her in a garbage can. That would be retarded if he did. "So what do yeah say? It would do me a big favor and totally be tubular." yes... she said tubular.

[Ryu Hayabusa]

His eyebrow twitched. She really was annoying. And yet...something told him not to do just what she feared he would. No meeting of the skulls and bricks. No cracking in half and taking out the trash. No ripping off a locker door and beating her with it like a broad-axe.

But still. Why should he help her? Why should he help any one in this place? To become the good guy again? The one every one either loved or respected? Why should he care about such trivial things? It had been over two years since he'd been the Shadow of Balance. What did it matter now?

His hand had dropped down to the side, but it rose again. Much faster than before. It looked to snatch her up by the front of her shirt, and hoist her into the air. He'd bring her to eye level, a good seven inches off the ground. That was the relative difference in their height, after all. He'd stare her in the eyes, his own blues glowing dimly again. "Why should I help you?" He'd ask.

Something about her bothered him. But not in the way he normally had a problem with human beings... Something almost in a good way. It wasn't the annoyance, he felt that with every one. It wasn't that innate sense of his that told him when he was going to hate someone. It was almost the opposite, like he could tell he'd like her... And it bothered the crap out of him.

[Mischa Badoer]

He picked her up by the shirt and her eyes went bug eyed. Her pupils shifted to the floor and she stared at the distance. Hmm, long drop. Her eyes stared up at his blue eyes. Now she was closer she could see the intensity of the blue better. They were pretty, but she wouldn't say that aloud for fear the devil may chop off her head.

She smiled all considering when he asked her why he should indeed help her. "Ummm..." her face twisted in the expression everyone can link to "let me think" and she waited only a moment before actually saying "why"... "Um..because....Ryu, I'm your father?" she was a nerd, and he was bound to find out sooner or later...if he hadn't already. "Well..No I donno. Just because it seems like you don't mind fighting, and it seems like you wouldn't mind teaching me your moves..come on it should have been flattering that I want to learn from you and not some D-bag that thinks he is all that and makes children pay a 1000 dollars to get a lesson..."

She still smiled at him, but her eyes would leave his to look at the ground here and there.

"Whadya say, pal?" she patted him on the head gently.

[Ryu Hayabusa]

Ryu's jaw muscles knotted and his grip tightened. No, he'd never seen star wars, and he didn't appreciate the crack about the man who's cloth bracers and bracelets he was wearing. His eyes flashed, the pupils widening then contracting, increasing the glow of them with the touch of anger. His arm lifted higher. She wasn't heavy, he could hold her up there most of the day.

As she continued to talk, she'd end up a full foot off the ground, and when her hand came up to pat him on the head, he promptly dropped her to the ground, not letting the hand touch his jet black hair. Jaw still knotted, he'd stare down at her, severely contemplating going against that feeling of his, and leaving a nice red mess for the janitors to clean up all over the hall.

"Fine." He'd say, still staring down at her, then walk past her, his footsteps almost completely silent on the tiles. "Let's go."

[Mischa Badoer]

He lifted her higher and higher then...dropped her. She had a sloppy landing and eventually tipped backwards and fell on her ass. She could see the muscles in his neck move to him clenching his jaw. Did she say something offensive? She never meant to?

"Let's go."

He started to walk away and Mischa got up and picked up her walking pace. He had long legs so his strides were monstrous.... so she was basically power walking.

Once she caught up, she looked up at him with some curiousity. She didn't know where they were going and she didn't know why he was mean..but not. Something about him told her he wasn't too mean... but she was sure others would beg to differ.

"I'm sorry for what I said..." she didn't know what she was apologizing for but she sincerely meant it... if she knew she would feel bad. Being a bitch wasn't her favorite thing in the world and if she has a chance to prevent it...prevention would ensue. "Where we goin?"

[Ryu Hayabusa]

Ryu kept right on walking at a normal pace. His stride was indeed long. Under different mental circumstances, Ryu would have found her need of increased movement speed amusing. The notion of her speed walking to keep up with him coupled with her demeanor reminded Ryu of a child. He didn't like kids. Or... a more accurate description would be that he didn't want to deal with children... Ever. Sometimes they were intriguing little things, but else had them as devils worse than any demon the Evil Angel and his psychosis could summon.

He ignored her first comment. It had been said, it was done. Obviously the girl was a bit of an idiot, so comments like the one that had irritated the man may have been just that, idiocy and randomness. Albeit, without it, he wouldn't have dropped her like he did, but he was still going to help her, right? "You want to learn? We're going somewhere that no one cares if there's a fight." That place was the Gym. Third floor of building three. The Basketball Courts. If there was no class going on there, you could host a small war and no one would care.

Continuing to walk down the hall silently, he finally broke after a minute, trying to humor her enthusiasm for the situation. "How did you end up underneath that idiot? With a bucket attached to your leg, no less." He barely looked at her, a small sideways glance, then looking ahead.

[Mischa Badoer]

He was being a rather ass hat-ee. But Mischa now wanted to plot to get him to smile...

Mmmmyesss.... OPORAYSHUN SHMYLE

He didn't tell her where exactly they were going, but she would find out soon enough. He then asked her how she got in that predicament. If he knew Mischa, she would have been able to answer with a simple "I'm Mischa Badoer.... its how I roll....literally."

"I tripped on the bucket... I fell...and he fell on me." she smiled simply and shrugged her small shoulders. After a moments of walking they had approached a large building. AAAH the gym. Mischa hadn't been in one in a long time. Maybe when she was training with Matrim back in Alaska.

Unless the pool counts.... but she wanted to stray away from that memory cause she slipped in water and face planted in the teacher's breasts... who just so happened to be her best friend's long lost mommzy. Yelling "Holy boobs, Batman!" didn't help either... embarrassing..embarrassing indeed.

Now that they were there at the gym she looked around and was hoping there would be eye witness if he were to kill her. Good.. there were some people... now she was hoping they were fit enough to run when they see him toss her around and get the police.

A girl walked out and she wasn't at all pretty. Her face looked mangled. When she was out of earshot she would playfully nudge Ryu's side and wink at him, "Did yeah train her before? Eh, eeeh?"

Smiiiile.

[Ryu Hayabusa]

Ryu had yet to come here, so in entering the building, he had to look around a little bit before he found the stairs. Glancing in the second floor, he knew that it was the third floor he wanted, and continued up. He had shaken his head at the explanation of how she'd ended up in the situation. It looked like she was really a monumental klutz. His mind hovered on wondering why he was bothering to help this girl. He still had no tangible answer... A small, inaudible sigh escaped him before looking down at Mischa, then looking back up at who she was talking about.

"...Actually, I think I made her bite her tongue off at a party I didn't want to go to. ...That or she's the one who broke that chair over my back." His right hand came up and scratched the back of his head lightly. Shrugging a bit, he walked out into the gym. No class going on, just a bunch of students putzing. That was fine. Ryu'd deal with them if need be.

Tossing his backpack aside, it slid on the freshly waxed floor until it hit the far wall of the Gym. Not bothering to take his coat off, he turned to face the girl, and picked up his arms into a loose boxing stance, left forward. "Alright. Let's see what you've got. We'll go from there."

[Mischa Badoer]

"...Actually, I think I made her bite her tongue off at a party I didn't want to go to. ...That or she's the one who broke that chair over my back."

She glared the girl's direction. Her expression mocked disgust in a joking manner. "That bitch." then, her face returned to the usual smile she had on.

Now, going up the stairs for a bit, they reached the third floor. And yay, there were people! People+Death=Witnesses!

Almost right away he got into a ready position and Mischa simply stared at him. "Alright. Let's see what you've got. We'll go from there."

Say whaa-?

Now, Mischa didn't really know when to start. Usually when she was in combat... she had a gun and was able to just shoot them dead on in the middle of the head. She was good with guns, but failed at hand-to-hand combat. Having him stand there and wait for her to attack just made her feel awkward. What was she supposed to do?

The question would come unanswered; so, there was one thing to do... walk up to him... and kick his shin. He would probably be able to block it and see it coming, she just had nooo clue what to do. Maybe if he started to fight, then she would be able to go off from there?

[Ryu Hayabusa]

Ryu raised an eyebrow as she looked at him funny and just walked up. He'd seen people do that in a fight before, so he stayed ready. Though usually they...I dunno...Looked...ready. She just..didn't. Seeing her leg move, his slid inside of hers, slid forward as she kicked, and would whip outwards a tad, looking knock her little shin kick aside. "Get serious." He said in a sort of chiding tone.

His left hand whipped out to sort of palm the upper part of her chest. A thudding smack. Not even all that hard, probably about half his normal power, almost full speed, though. It was enough to knock her back, and until she actually attacked him, this sort of thing was all that Ryu would do.

Though the two of them were already gaining attention from the locals. Ryu's eyes panned around. Some of them simply looked interested, but others looked concerned. Sometimes being who he was was an annoyance....

OOC: *KICK* took me for ever, you XP

[Mischa Badoer]

"Get serious."

He knocked her back by palming her chest. Whether it was supposed to hurt or not, it did. It was quite painful to be smacked in the chest! She rubbed her chest with a frown. Seriousness was lame. She wanted at least a little fun with this... it would help her cope with getting scared to death.
"You would like me to be serious wouldn't yeah? So you could suck my soul."

The tone in her voice would be evident enough she was kidding, but all considering, she looked pretty serious. Now getting a little lower and readying her hands. She didn't really know where to start. How about the cliche move?

Yeah...Cliche move it was.

She ran towards him now, but before nearing him, she fell to the floor and baseballed that bitch and slid in between his legs and so she would then be behind him..if he hadn't stopped her she would then grab his shins and tug...hopefully pulling his legs from under him and making him land on his stomach.