Post by Patrick O'Connor on Feb 19, 2011 19:40:03 GMT -8
Dull thuds echoed through the empty halls of 259. The thuds of fist on flesh. This however was no fight. This was a beating. One student showing dominance over another. It was not an entirely uncommon sight at this school, though far less prevalent in other, select schools. At current a thug of a student in a white wife beater held another student up by the collar of his shirt as the thug punched the victim in both his face and stomach. Cuts accumulated on the victims face as blood began to give off a small spray with each punch. Gurgled pleas to stop came from the victim's mouth but little heed of them seemed to come from the thug until he appeared to get bored and dropped the kid on the ground saying in a matter-of-fact-manner, "Next time you better pay up punk, because now you know. I'm a fucking monster."
"Monster?" a student asked calmly as he strolled around a corner setting his blue eyes on the self proclaimed monster in a somewhat unsettling stare. The student wore faded jeans with a grey "Whiskey Militia" t shirt. His hair was jet black and fairly shaggy as it fell down to the level of his eyes. The hair matched the black fingerless gloves that he was wearing, with his left hand hanging nonchalantly in his pocket and the other clutching on to a half empty bottle of Jack. Daniel came to a stop roughly ten feet from the thug at took a swig of his whiskey, "You, are no monster."
Daniel looked similar to the last time he had entered the school but there were a few subtle differences. He had grown out his hair, or rather it had grown and he had done little to tame it other then keep it black. Daniel also wore gloves that he had been found of wearing in the past as another person. In addition to all this Daniel drank a fairly large bottle of whiskey as if it were a beer. The last time he had been at school he was not known to drink, much less enough alcohol to make whiskey a common drink.
"What the fuck are you talking about?" The self proclaimed monster growled cracking his knuckles in a threatening gesture.
"Simple," Daniel said a little annoyed at his lack of understanding, taking a gulp of whiskey, "Monsters inspire fear into the hearts of men. You, do not."
Daniel continued to stare into the thug's eyes with an unsettlingly calm stare that hardly covered the storm that was raging just below. The junior despised what the thug had done, all for what? A few bucks?
"I just kicked the shit out of that guy without breaking a sweat, and if you're not careful I'll do the same to you to prove it to you!"
"You're nothing but a common mugger, hardly a monster."
"GRRRR, Fuck off!" the thug growled as he threw a right hand and Daniel with all his might, practically running forward.
The thug might have thought he was moving fast, however to Daniel it seemed painfully slow. All he did was step to the left of the thug and stuck out his right leg tripping the man. The thug caught himself with his hands, but before he could push his way up back to his feet Daniel kicked him in the gut rolling him over onto his stomach. Standing above the man Daniel said in a voice and with a look that ever so slightly betrayed his guise sanity, slipping into a slight but not overly thick irish accent "If ye continue along this path I'll show ye what it truly means to be a monster."
The thug angered and believing that it was only bad luck that had landed him on the floor jumped up and charged Daniel again. Daniel sighed as he pulled his left hand out of his pocket and shoved it into the piece of trash's throat, fingers clutching the man's wind pipe tightly. Using the trash's forward momentum Daniel took a step back with his right foot pivoting back on his left foot shoving the man's back against the lockers giving off a thunder clanging as the thug's body, and head bounced against the metal. The taller man's hands now clutched Daniel's wrist trying to free his neck from Daniel's clutches to catch a breath. Daniel however had different plans, tossing his bottle and catching it by the neck after giving it half a spin. Before the contents of the bottle had a chance to empty onto the floor through their own volition Daniel swung the bottle smashing it across the man's face as the whiskey splashed out into the thug's eyes and newly formed cuts. The Thug's feet gave way as Daniel allowed him to fall to the floor sliding down the now broken lockers groaning in all sorts of pain.
Daniel crouched beside the man grabbing him by the shirt collar as the thug had done to his victim. With the broken bottle in his hand Daniel used it to move the thug's hands away from his face forcing him to stare into Daniel's eyes.
"A monster," Daniel growled now, switching back between normal and irish accents as he spoke, "Leaves an air of the unknown in his actions. You never know what he may do. He could maim ye."
Daniel moved the sharpened bottle over the man's shoulder before moving the bottle less then a centimeter from the thug's eyes, "He could blind you."
Then Daniel moved the bottle to the man's neck pressing it down hard enough to cut him slightly,
"Or," Daniel growled in a thick irish accent, "He could kill ye. Ye never know."
Daniel stared into the man's now fearful eyes giving off no inclination of what he was going to do. After a few moments of unblinking staring the man began a sobbing begging for his life and Daniel just stared. He could not deny that he hated the man's actions. He considered the fact that the piece of trash would likely become a common street thug after school, bringing his filth into the lives of innocent people. Likely the man would end up murdering someone down the line, that was unless Daniel killed the man here.
Before he could shove the bottle into the man's throat though a hand appeared on Daniel's wrist, holding him back. It was a small, feminine hand. Daniel knew who it belonged to even before his red headed lover spoke to him, "Patrick, stop."
Daniel's hand shook as he wanted to shove it forward, ending the thug's life, if you could call it that. But for now his ghost kept him from making his urge a reality...
OOC: If it doesn't go without saying she doesn't exist and therefore isn't there for anyone but Daniel
"Monster?" a student asked calmly as he strolled around a corner setting his blue eyes on the self proclaimed monster in a somewhat unsettling stare. The student wore faded jeans with a grey "Whiskey Militia" t shirt. His hair was jet black and fairly shaggy as it fell down to the level of his eyes. The hair matched the black fingerless gloves that he was wearing, with his left hand hanging nonchalantly in his pocket and the other clutching on to a half empty bottle of Jack. Daniel came to a stop roughly ten feet from the thug at took a swig of his whiskey, "You, are no monster."
Daniel looked similar to the last time he had entered the school but there were a few subtle differences. He had grown out his hair, or rather it had grown and he had done little to tame it other then keep it black. Daniel also wore gloves that he had been found of wearing in the past as another person. In addition to all this Daniel drank a fairly large bottle of whiskey as if it were a beer. The last time he had been at school he was not known to drink, much less enough alcohol to make whiskey a common drink.
"What the fuck are you talking about?" The self proclaimed monster growled cracking his knuckles in a threatening gesture.
"Simple," Daniel said a little annoyed at his lack of understanding, taking a gulp of whiskey, "Monsters inspire fear into the hearts of men. You, do not."
Daniel continued to stare into the thug's eyes with an unsettlingly calm stare that hardly covered the storm that was raging just below. The junior despised what the thug had done, all for what? A few bucks?
"I just kicked the shit out of that guy without breaking a sweat, and if you're not careful I'll do the same to you to prove it to you!"
"You're nothing but a common mugger, hardly a monster."
"GRRRR, Fuck off!" the thug growled as he threw a right hand and Daniel with all his might, practically running forward.
The thug might have thought he was moving fast, however to Daniel it seemed painfully slow. All he did was step to the left of the thug and stuck out his right leg tripping the man. The thug caught himself with his hands, but before he could push his way up back to his feet Daniel kicked him in the gut rolling him over onto his stomach. Standing above the man Daniel said in a voice and with a look that ever so slightly betrayed his guise sanity, slipping into a slight but not overly thick irish accent "If ye continue along this path I'll show ye what it truly means to be a monster."
The thug angered and believing that it was only bad luck that had landed him on the floor jumped up and charged Daniel again. Daniel sighed as he pulled his left hand out of his pocket and shoved it into the piece of trash's throat, fingers clutching the man's wind pipe tightly. Using the trash's forward momentum Daniel took a step back with his right foot pivoting back on his left foot shoving the man's back against the lockers giving off a thunder clanging as the thug's body, and head bounced against the metal. The taller man's hands now clutched Daniel's wrist trying to free his neck from Daniel's clutches to catch a breath. Daniel however had different plans, tossing his bottle and catching it by the neck after giving it half a spin. Before the contents of the bottle had a chance to empty onto the floor through their own volition Daniel swung the bottle smashing it across the man's face as the whiskey splashed out into the thug's eyes and newly formed cuts. The Thug's feet gave way as Daniel allowed him to fall to the floor sliding down the now broken lockers groaning in all sorts of pain.
Daniel crouched beside the man grabbing him by the shirt collar as the thug had done to his victim. With the broken bottle in his hand Daniel used it to move the thug's hands away from his face forcing him to stare into Daniel's eyes.
"A monster," Daniel growled now, switching back between normal and irish accents as he spoke, "Leaves an air of the unknown in his actions. You never know what he may do. He could maim ye."
Daniel moved the sharpened bottle over the man's shoulder before moving the bottle less then a centimeter from the thug's eyes, "He could blind you."
Then Daniel moved the bottle to the man's neck pressing it down hard enough to cut him slightly,
"Or," Daniel growled in a thick irish accent, "He could kill ye. Ye never know."
Daniel stared into the man's now fearful eyes giving off no inclination of what he was going to do. After a few moments of unblinking staring the man began a sobbing begging for his life and Daniel just stared. He could not deny that he hated the man's actions. He considered the fact that the piece of trash would likely become a common street thug after school, bringing his filth into the lives of innocent people. Likely the man would end up murdering someone down the line, that was unless Daniel killed the man here.
Before he could shove the bottle into the man's throat though a hand appeared on Daniel's wrist, holding him back. It was a small, feminine hand. Daniel knew who it belonged to even before his red headed lover spoke to him, "Patrick, stop."
Daniel's hand shook as he wanted to shove it forward, ending the thug's life, if you could call it that. But for now his ghost kept him from making his urge a reality...
OOC: If it doesn't go without saying she doesn't exist and therefore isn't there for anyone but Daniel
