Post by Deleted on Apr 25, 2011 12:03:43 GMT -8
Fight Thread/Specs IDC
Valentine was tired, long weekend with no rest for him as the long late night duties dragged on his patience and kept him awake long after he should have been retired to sleep. The stress was much the same a factor, finalizations for classes and preparing for his future got him more frustrated than anything as he didn't know what he wanted out of his life, he'd never actually been able to be a kid, never had a stable family life to model his after. All he knew was this chaos of life a constant consumption of pain and derailment from reality as he was stretched beyond his prior obligations. Dressed in his usual attire, torn up jeans, bulk shirt, taut fitting black coat and weights strapped around their respective areas Jaus leaned heavily against his locker burring his head in the mold of it finding his eyes heavy and stretched with rigid red irises.
'What I wouldn't give for some hype'
Like the hand of God on his shoulder a powerful slam of an open palm on the locker sending that rush of immediate jolting adrenaline coursing into his blood flow and snapping tired muscles to immediate attention at a salute like direction. Bam, eyes would trail along the arm finding it rather hairy and lining up along with a hulking brute much bigger in girth than Valentine but evidently dumber as they'd chosen to push around the diamond wall.
"A little birdy told me you've been messing around these parts late at night."
The initial bursts of blood vessels sending receptors to their respective nods triggering the memory of the night before where Jaus had taken out a bunch of drug smugglers the night before on his routines.
"You see Valentine, me and the boys don't take kindly to that sort of business..."
An apparent Don like facade appeared over the young man's shoulders as he suggested the flanking skinny figures to his rear, their towering emotive presenting a status of dred to those around them speaking more about their charisma value then legitimate strength.
"Now do we need to send a message here or are you going to play nicely."
The boy would rifle at Jaus' color playing with the button in a suggestive manner presenting the option of strangling him, this was the straw that broke the camel's back.
*Craaaack*
A wail of shrill pain as the Don doubled over, his hand still entrenched in Jaus' as the boy stood over the man with a malicious even maddening grin twisting the arm beyond its limitation snapping it. As he did so a cool red arterial spurt would break free from where the jagged bone now stuck out of the arm. A heavy manic breath in Jaus' throat stepping on the man's cheek pressing him to kiss the floor.
Shock, the reaction everyone had as they looked on in a sense of near terror at the scene before hell broke out. A brawl.