Nothing is ever Casual (Open)

[Jeremiah Sykes]

WHAM

Laughter.

As the kid walked by, he had thrown his shoulder almost violently into the big males, obviously cocky. Jeremiah, his smoke in his right hand, turned his body left. Getting bumped in to, threatened, stared at. Every time, most people turned a blind eye to it. Every time, Jeremiah beat their ass. Gave them a fuckin reason to be pissed off. He knew the child was obviously confident in his numbers- nobody touched a near 7'0" tall guy unless they thought they had a reason to, or if they thought they thought they could take them.

The kid was gonna learn quick that neither was the case.

He turned around, and yelled, causing the kid to turn back.

His hand gestured lazily, the mammoth waiting for the smirking boy to come in close before a quick, and sure fire-fist would smash into his nose, right at the nostrils, breaking out the top row of his teeth. Jeremiah Sykes was sick of the bullshit, and he'd only been there three days. He was gonna fuck a bitch up. The boy, however, after falling unconscious, left him little choice but to beat his friends, who were currently running their asses off-

'Wait...RUNNING!?'

He stuck his smoke back in his mouth, and started forward, meaning to give chase.

[Kenin Katashi]

"They aren't worth it," Kenin simply said as Jeremiah was about to take off. He tapped his shoulder to get his attention. "Instead you should focus your efforts on someone else. Someone a little more worthwhile. Like me, that is, if you're worth my time."

Kenin wasn't trying to be a hero, he was simply interested in fighting the guy who was a fair bit taller than him. Kenin was once much taller than this man however, coming in once at 7'8" but since the experiments he had shrunk just over a foot, measuring in at 6'7". Still though, with spiky hair he might just be around the same height as the man.

"What do you say," he said with a grin, "I'll even give you first hit."

He wanted to test his Qi out, he wanted to see just how much it improved, but it'd take someone strong to get him to his Qi. Someone who could hit, and Kenin was being a bit judgmental by picking a tall guy like this, but it never seemed to fail so far.

[Jeremiah Sykes]

Jeremy stopped, turning to glance over his shoulder at the boy who touched him, looking at him as he said something about worrying about him.



He listened, looking the boy up and down. Large, in his own right. White spiky hair, a cocky, self-centered attitude. No love, anymore, for the spirit of fighting. He stared at him a moment. He turned around, facing him completely before he spoke two words.

"Five Hundred."

He would give a pause, staring at the boy without a cold look of calculating brutality.

"500 fights, that's the number I figured when I was younger- barely thirteen. 500 street fights and you could consider yourself a legitimate tough guy. You need them for experience. To develop leather skin. So I got started. Of course-"

He dropped his smoke, following it with his eyes before he stepped on it, putting it out.

"-along the way you stop thinking about being tough, strong, remembered- all that bullshit. It stops being the point. You get past the silliness of it all. And after, you realize that's what you are. What you have become."

He would step into Kenin's face, leaning in to speak to the kid almost confidentially.

"You don't even know me boy. Don't pick size as a gratuity, as a mark for entertainment. We have no quarrel, don't make one."

And he would turn to walk away, leaving the boy to stand and mouth off, or whatever. In truth, this was speculating he got that far- disrespectful kids of his generation proved that the old ways of fighting were dead and gone. It was all flash and flare. Attitude. Disappointment.

He would continue walking, removing his glasses from his pocket and throwing them on.

"Fuckin' Freshmen..."

[Kenin Katashi]

After the speech Kenin was left in shock. This guy was... well he was epic. He kind of put to rest any desire Kenin had to fight, and he was bringing out something else. Was it hunger? No it wasn't that.... maybe he just had something weird to eat for lunch and he was feeling a bit gassy? No that wasn't it either. Well then, he didn't want to fight, he wasn't hungry, and there was no way he was tired....

The guy put on glasses and started to walk away, Kenin's eyes wandered down the guy's figure as he came to the realization.... "How about a date then?" He asked abruptly. The guy would probably take it as a joke or be totally grossed out. But hey, Kenin would try at the very least. Someone this submissive over a fight like that? And the way he said 500, it might be the number of fights he's had, or just how many he's won. Either way, he wanted to get to know this guy.

"Come on, fight me or fuck date me, those are the options I'm laying on the table! Hell, I'll pay!"

[Jeremiah Sykes]

Jeremiah stopped as the kid spoke, having ignored the initial question/comment. Then, as the kid asked again, Jeremiah's face went a little something like this.

He stared like that a moment, before the corners of his mouth began to curl up into a grin, and, strangely-



It was a foreign noise to him and probably to most the school populace, who were thoroughly disappointed at the lack of violence and bloodshed. Some had been around for his brawl with Amtrum, and they wanted to see some fucked up stuff like that again. He brought up his left hand, brushing his nose a moment with his index finger.

"Your funny kid. I like that. Not like I ain't flattered but- no." He got serious a moment.

"Why you wanna fight me so bad anyway?"

[Kenin Katashi]

He got the guy to laugh, laughing was definitely a weird reaction to a come on but it was to be expected considering it was a guy. If it were a girl it'd be more of a 'who are you kidding you are so out of my league' thing. But because it was a guy it was probably more of a 'did this guy seriously just ask me out? What the fuck?' thing. And after the no, there was a bit more of a serious question that followed, "Why you wanna fight me so bad anyway?"

"To test myself out," He said with a grin. He needed to test his abilities in a real situation where somebody would obviously be trying to hurt him and succeeding to do so. He wouldn't be able to see if his own fighting had improved until he fought someone he had fought before, but he could definitely test himself on this guy, "It's nothing personal, it's way more about me than it is about you. You just reminded me that I needed to test a few things out is all."

He cracked his knuckles, "I get enjoyment out of fighting, the adrenaline isn't bad, it's good physical exercise, and I don't really get hurt very easily and I heal fast. So fighting is my way of releasing some stress, and the better I am at it, the more likely I can continue to fight without worrying about death. So I see you, clearly about to do some violence, and I think, 'why not me?' that's all there is to it."

[Jeremiah Sykes]

"Tch."

He looked away a moment, thinking. Then, he looked back at the kid.

"Alright, fine."

And then his hands would snatch out, meaning to grab Kenin by the front of the shirt and jerk him in toward the larger male. Pulling him in so violently was a perfect way to get in one of his favorite moves right off the bat- a Headbutt, straight to the bridge of the nose. If Kenin stumbled back, Jeremy would then begin removing his jacket, revealing the black T-shirt he had on underneath. He'd toss his glasses over onto his coat too before stepping up and planting a hand on Kenin's right shoulder.

With his right hand, he'd punch the kid right in the solar plexus, or try to, before grabbing the boys head and attempting a vicious knee to his likely broken nose. If the boy happened to take all this, he would probably hit the dirt, in which case Jeremy would come over, grip him by the front of the shirt and speak.

"Your funny kid- but-."

He'd begin to punch him repeatedly with his free right hand.

[Kenin Katashi]

Kenin was ready for the guy, overall they were pretty similar in speed from the way he moved but he was catching up on what the guy was doing as he pulled Kenin in. At least with the headbutt, Ken dipped his own head forward to counter the headbutt by using the harder part of his head to collide with Jeremiah wherever he struck it with, which still hurt but Kenin would take the hit knowing that Jeremiah was hurt most likely along the forehead for doing the move, especially considering how strong Kenin's bones had become, they were nearly unbreakable thanks to the experiments done by Sean Barker, Kenin wondered just how badly that might hurt.

Kenin broke away to watch Jeremiah take off a jacket, as Jeremiah grabbed Kenin's shoulder he reached over with his right arm, grabbing his wrist as a punch landed into his abdomen, winding him slightly but overall not completely hitting it's target. Then he reached to grab Kenin's head but Kenin would jump to prevent this, bringing his legs in he would turn toward his right, his right arm grabbing onto Jeremiah's forearm he would kick out with both feet simultaneously, his right heel aiming for Jeremiah's sternum and his left heel aiming for Jeremiah's nose as his arms would attempt to wrench his grip off of his shoulder, using the kick to try and send Jeremiah back, and to allow him to create some space between the two.

He would then get up, and bring his fists up silently to await a response.

[Farren]

*CRANG!!

The loud metallic crack of steel on steel echoed across the hallway. I pulled the metal bat off the dented locker door I'd just swung it into and rested it over my shoulder, cocking my head to the side slightly.

"All right Twin Towers, that's enough. I don't know what started this shit but if you wanna settle it you take it off school grounds, not in the hallways. Okay?"

I was not a small man but I was practically dwarfed by the behemoths barely eight feet in front of me. I looked up at the two of them, scratching my beard with my spare hand, just a little annoyed I had to deal with such petty crap. Seriously, have some class and wait till after the last school bell. I tapped the bat against my shoulder one last time and held my ground.

"Any questions?

[Jeremiah Sykes]

Jeremiah, rather than standing to get grabbed so close into a fight, would not try to...predict, perse', what his adversary would do. Instead, as Kenin jumped, he would moved forward, stepping into Kenin's guard. The fellow would never get the chance to turn his body- Jeremy's hand would slam into his chest and push him into the locker, the mammoth bringing back his left hand to pound the strange homosexuals face into the metal. The loud sound behind him stopped him, though. He brought his hands of Kenins chest, a smile coming to his face.

"Yeah, no problem, teach."

He would start to walk away, picking up his jacket before reaching Farren, as though he was bouncing out. He'd move casually, as though he was done, putting the coat over his shoulders and his arms into the sleeves. Then, walking closely to the teacher, he'd step over suddenly, attempting to plant his left hand on the bat to keep the man from swinging it while his right fist shot up into an uppercut for Farrens jaw. IF it worked, he hoped to tear the bat from his new adversary and toss it off down the hall away from everyone before he was attacked with it.

'Ain't no fuckin' teacher gonna order me around.'

[Kenin Katashi]

The guy closed in, he wondered if it was because he didn't feel like getting kicked or if he wanted to sneak a kiss. This kid was nothing but a tease huh? Kenin laughed at the inner jokes at the kid's expense and even as he hit cold metal he dodged far before Jeremiah bothered to slow down by pushing himself out from between the hand the lockers with the arm grabbing him to push it to the side, his legs still pulled in he dropped down pretty quickly.

And they were interrupted by someone better looking than Jeremiah, and he decided that if he was being brave today, he might as well be brave all day long. "Any questions?"

"Yeah, no problem, teach." Jeremy said. Kenin personally had no problem with another person being involved in the fight. It meant he could test himself against multiple opponents, and that was something he was actually quite interested in.

"Yeah, I got one, how do you feel about Italian?" He asked with a wink as Jeremiah seemed to be walking away. And then Jeremiah seemed to attack, and from the looks he was going for the guy's face! FUCK Not the guy's face! That was one of his best qualities at first glance!

Kenin punched into the locker door he had previously been pushed against, ripping it off as he would charge and bring the locker door down in a slam aiming for the back of Jeremiah's head. His goal was to disorient the guy. He didn't care if the guy had his back turned, he wasn't going to take sides between the two guys, as far as he was concerned he had two opponents now.

[Farren]

I watched silently as the larger of the two (was he bigger? at that height who the hell could tell) seemed to heed my advice and pack up the show. Wishful thinking of course. Before you could say double cross he was lunging at me with malice in his heart and stupid ideas in his head. He snatched at the bat and managed to grab a hold of it before I was prepared. The follow-up uppercut was a different story, that I saw coming with time to spare. But I decided I wanted to prove a point with this guy, so I clenched my jaw tight, stiffened my neck, and took the blow head on.

A fist the size of a bowling ball crashed into my chin and snapped my head back. I'd be feeling that one when I woke up next morning. Then he ripped the bat from my hand and threw it down the hall - bastard, that was my favorite whacking stick. (Minds out of the gutters kids, out of the gutters) My head fell back down after the punch, hiding my face from his view. I let out a heavy sigh and said just loud enough for him to hear, "I'm not a teacher..."

I shot my right hand up and planted it on Jeremiah's right shoulder, leaping up and to his side as I did. But I wasn't aiming for the big bald one...I was shooting for Snow White behind him. I used Jeremiah's shoulder as a balance platform and threw my left leg around, looking to smash kick the locker door out of the other guy's hands. As I moved I finished saying, "...I'm the school guidance counselor. And I prefer Southern home cooking."

[Jeremiah Sykes]

Jeremy paused, tilting his head a little to the left almost in surprise, but more with a glance of incredulity. The man took his blow head on? He grinned. He liked this teacher. His eyebrows twitched when the man lunged forward, using his shoulder as a propping tool. He knew what was coming behind him- you couldn't tear an entire locker from the wall and not hear that shit. As Farren struck for the man, or the locker, or whatever he did, Jeremiah would turn and push, hard, on the side of Farren, whose gaze would likely be locked on Kenins. He wanted to slam Farren directly into the lockers, through them even.

After hitting the older man, not a second after, he would turn, step with his left and kick with his right leg, right for the center of Kenins chest. See, while Katashi struck, Farren left himself wide open for attack. By Farren kicking the locker, it would probably open Kenin's gaurd, and give Jeremiah a three second window of assault. He was a fighter, a brawler. He knew what to do. If both these attacks worked, he would look at the counselor, ignoring Kenin.

"I didn't ask for your help, Teach."

[Farren]

OOC: By Kenin's permission...

I knocked the locker door out of Kenin's hands and saw it sail away, smashing into the lockers next to us. However the giant reared his massive head and tossed me aside like a rag doll. I flew through the air, much faster than I thought, and was just able to get my legs under me before hitting the lockers on the other side of the hall. Landing against them feet first as if gravity didn't exist, I pushed hard off them, denting them badly in the process, and launched back the way I came like a rubber ball. All this happened in the space of two seconds: acrobatics was always one of my strong suits.

Flying back in again, I stuck my right arm out looking to hook it around Jeremiah's neck. I was going to hang onto his neck and ride his face into the ground, a modified version of a running bulldog. He was a big man and strong for sure but I wasn't exactly tiny or weak either, plus I had momentum on my side. If worse came to worst and he didn't budge, well, I had a good position to engage a sleeper hold.

Kenin I wasn't worried about yet. Jeremiah had struck first, he'd get dealt with first.