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Post by Leta on Sept 8, 2011 18:46:32 GMT -8
There were many loud noises... screaming from fellow students getting pelted by projectile splinters... cracks, and the steady creeks of the wood beginning to settle. Sebastian screaming, and crying. He was probably hurt badly. He was in the tree when the second crashed down.
Dammit...
Disappointment filled her heart. She was sure she could have changed something, or helped in some way. She should have paid better attention to her senses and intuition. But honestly, a tree?? At least the screaming told her he was still alive.
She listened to the creeks of branches underneath somebody's feet, before she felt a finger being strictly placed under her chin. The sharp finger nail dug slightly into her flesh, as it lifted her face up so her aggressor could get a good look at her face. Leta squinted one of her eyes. She was intimidated, but she wouldn't back down.
“What if… all I wanted was to see you bleed?”
The voice spoke quietly and sinisterly. Having her knife that she obtained a few nights ago would have probably been a useful thing to have about now. However, she was on her own. Leta moved her head to the side in the slightest movement. One corner of her mouth twitched up into a small smile. Almost daring her to go ahead and make her bleed.
"Why don't you give it a shot." she replied in a whisper.
Leta had her darker moods, but they weren't a frequent occurrence. They were often triggered by the moods and actions of those around her. Sometimes as a defensive tactic, sometimes offensive. She didn't want to fight this girl. But she wouldn't run. Running was not an option. She felt like she had to defend not only herself, but Sebastian as well.
Suddenly her eyes grew wide, and her mouth dropped a bit. A large branch was whistling toward her head. She heard it as if it were in slow motion. She knew she had no time to react, but she had to brace herself. Her shoulders tensed as she pushed down on the finger, trying to get even the slightest bit out of the way. It made contact. The branch hit towards the top of the back side of her head. She squinted her eyes, and cringed as the branch plopped behind her.
Sebastian threw a large branch at the "smash" boy. More footsteps traversed over the grounded trees, this time toward Sebastian. He would need to handle himself for now. Leta had bigger irons in her fire. She stood up, facing the girl who originally sent her dogs out, waiting for her next move.
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Post by Vespyr on Sept 8, 2011 22:39:03 GMT -8
Sadist/Masochist
“Oh?”
Vespyr’s brow rose in mock interest at the girl’s retort, but of course, the ice-cold stare gave away her true attitude; if the girl could see the undaunted, inhuman glint of evil intent in those violet eyes, her blood would have run cold. She pressed up on the girl’s chin just a little bit harder, the tip of her claw breaking skin.
Suddenly, she broke her stare to glance at the object hurtling toward them. Vespyr merely stood at her full height, letting the chunk of wood strike the back of the girl’s head as she looked down apathetically at her. Before she even had a chance to stop cringing, Vespyr would begin her work on the girl. With the thumb of the cold hand that held the girl’s chin, she gingerly touched the area just beneath the girl’s right eye… and then sank the long black claw into the girl’s flesh, dragging it downward, slicing a deep gash from her eye to her jaw line. The nail of her index finger was still slightly embedded in the underside of her jaw, keeping a firm grip on the girl’s face.
With her other hand, she reached up and attempted to grip the girl at the back of her neck, clutching with a death grip at the thick mass of nerves that ran along her spine. She would move her freed hand up again, pointing at the girl’s neck with a long finger, pushing toward it… Her claw would touch just below where the Adam’s apple should be, linger there almost playfully for a moment…
Vespyr grinned, leaning in closer.
Meanwhile, Titus had approached the tree-boy, glaring down at him as he began to get up. He would reach down, firmly grabbing this boy by the collar of his shirt. His other fist was pulled back; ready to land a swift punch in the face—
Like a scalpel, Vespyr would dig her nail into the soft flesh of the blind girl’s neck and drag the gash downward to her collarbone, creating an opening.
Isaiah was still unconscious, but he had stopped bleeding from the nose at least.
Shrill screams of pain and terror could be heard… everywhere. The appetizing scents of blood and fear were in the air.
The day was in full swing; but the carnage had only just begun.
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"Tuvlan"
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Post by "Tuvlan" on Sept 10, 2011 22:55:48 GMT -8
OOC: I apologize for the delay and lack of quality control.A Smashing Good Time! =D Groaning. Bleeding. Pain. His joints ached and his chest heaved, so that the boy knew that he was alive. Excruciating pain, but alive. The impact left his long, lanky body with bruises, scraps, cuts, and so many chunks of splinters and wood embedded in his dirt-embedded body, but like many other students here, the boy would survive, even flourish.
The same would undoubtedly go for the boy (Sebastian) he was crawling away from, as screaming boy's body would eventually be forced to acclimate to this otherwise harsh environment. How true or not this was would come in time... and how quickly the screamer's body would recover. A day? Not likely. A week? Perhaps. At slowest it would be a month...
...But the fact that the screamer still had the strength to throw a piece of wood to the unsuspecting boy's head was strong enough to slam on top of and topple knock the boy back down onto the ground again. The boy would begin to clamber up all over again, grunting... smiling---before one of the two red-haired boys (Titus) would heave up the boy by his collar, readying to wallop the boy---
Depending on the strength and length of the conscious twin's (Titus') arm, the boy ("Tuvlan") would:
A) Being picked up at full length of the boy's arm reach suddenly step down with both his feet and push himself forward and into the Twin's grabbing momentum (a backwards/towards momentum). This would inevitably turn into a headbutt.
B) Being picked up close to the Twin's face, the boy would touch down on the ground with both feet to give him a forward momentum into the Twin's grabbing momentum (a backwards/towards momentum). As the Twin would be attempting to punch something so close to his face, this would result in a whiff behind the boy's head. If given the further opportunity, the boy would bring up both his arms, recoiling his elbows quickly and try to grab the Twin by the armpits and push him backwards after the whiff potentially occurred. The shove would leave the boy bent forward... but being stood up the boy would attempt to take a breath of air to mildly revitalize himself before he'd step forward with his left foot and try to shoot a right "straight" towards the Twin's stomach to wind him. This would stun the twin for further follow-ups, unless the Twin had a trick or other maneuver up his sleeve.
If the boy's attempts to counter-attack the twin had failed, the boy would undoubtedly be punched in the face and flat on his back, unless the Twin had the strength to hold onto his collar as he punched him. This would give the boy a chance to notice the "stick-thrower" of his person... and a red-haired girl that was tut-tutting him.
It was to be the start of a good brawl.
The boy was smiling all the while, as blood slid from the open cut bruise on the back of his head, blending in with his dirty hair.
Excited.
"SMASH!"
"=D"
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Post by Sebastian on Sept 11, 2011 21:06:24 GMT -8
OOC: Sorry for short post
He got the sky kid with his trunk of justice! he thought excitedly.
A hand turned Sebastian's attention towards a brand new person. It was a woman. She had auburn hair 'The eccentricity of a redhead with the frame of mind of a brunette?' thought sebastian as the notion seemed positively ridiculous and fascinated him. She also had yellow eyes, like a cat. She had a stern face and moved with an air of authority.
"That is not how we behave" said this new intriguing woman.
Sebastian took a look around, for the moment Leta was fine. The vending machine lady was just talking to her and the sky kid (the one from the sky) was busy with a redhead. So Sebastian concluded it was fine to respond to the woman. "I am sorry m-" Sebastian searched for a word that wasn't mom and as his mind floundered so did his hands. "Ma'am" It sounded like a stutter as he said it. Was it a freudian slip? or maybe it was nothing. But he certainly wasn't used to saying the word. 'I should put way more thought into this later, I have shit to do' He looked down and realized he did not look his best.
"My name is Sebastian. Can you help me?" He wasn't sure what he meant by help. Some of his blood spread to the tips of the girls feet seeping into the crevices between her toes. "And who are you?"
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Post by Mariska on Sept 14, 2011 14:38:57 GMT -8
Warm blood worked it's way through the gaps in her toes, bubbling and popping as she clenched her feet. She hated messes, and this Sebastian fellow seemed to be very talented at creating them.
"Can you help me?" he said, looking at her with desperation.
"And who are you?" Her introduction could wait for now. She looked at the boy. She looked at the blood seeping through his right pant leg, no doubt from the splinter and what looked to be a severely broken leg. Another mess to be taken care of.
"I can try."
Digging through her backpack, she pulled out a small blade. Being careful not to harm herself in the wake of this chaos, she cut her pant legs off from the knee down, soon after ripping them into long strips. Not far away, she found a sufficiently straight branch that would work well enough as a splint. It was time to set the bone.
Walking back over to him with all her newly acquired make-shift medical supplies, she sat down. The last few times she did this the person with the broken bone wasn't fond of it, and she only knew of one way to set a bone: Pull.
She looked at him in the same way she did after she initially got his attention.
"Sorry." and began to work.
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Post by Leta on Sept 19, 2011 20:32:31 GMT -8
The sharp fingernail dug into the flesh below her chin. Like a hook, it held her in place as her thumb met her cheek, just below her eye. It would seem as though this girl were caressing her face in her hand, though her intentions were quite the opposite. Leta knew that. She waited for something else. What were her intentions, she would soon find out.
Pain.
Lots of pain was her intentions.
The girl dug her thumbnail into the soft flesh beneath her right eye. A searing sting sent shivers down her spine. She arched her neck, and she bared her teeth and cringed. Her fists clenched. At first she didn’t know what to do. She’d been hurt in the past, but not intentionally. Not like this. Most people treated her like a delicate flower, because of that she couldn’t see. All but her housemate, and this new girl… “handled” her gently. Leta stood there in shock, digging her own nails into her palms as she balled up her fists tightly. The nail trailed down her cheek, cutting her flesh effortlessly, as though she had razors glued to her fingers.
Screams could be heard as commonly as birds. They flowed through the air and to her ears as the wind would. Wind was easily drowned out in this sort of raucous. Branches could still be heard snapping, screams everywhere, smash, Sebastian talking to a female, and she cruel, sinister smile evident in the breathing of the girl before her.
A second hand grasped the back of her neck, retaining a cold, merciless grip on her. The nerves in her neck went wild. She squinted. She could hardly move. The girl removed her hand from her face. Blood dripped from her wound, resembling a tear. The finger that was on her face not long ago, was now pressed against her neck. A moment passed, as she felt her body shift slightly. Her face was now inches from this girl’s. The finger then dug into her neck, and trailed to the dip in her collarbone. All her muscles tensed. What could she do? She let out a small gasp, and a whimper.
What was at first shock and panic developed into an adrenaline rush. Her blood pumped faster, causing more to eek from her wounds. She cried more tears of blood. She had to think fast. How much longer could she put up with this level of pain? She darted her eyes back and forth, as one does when searching for a way out. Suddenly her head felt funny. The backs of her eyes started developing a strange feeling. Uncomfortable, but not painful. Suddenly the world around her got lighter. There were… colours. She didn’t know what they were called, or what the even were, but vague shaped and dark colours began developing. Was this… sight?
She looked in front of her. She sinister girl was inches from her face, a harsh smile spread across her face. Leta forced her head back a bit, looking at her, mouth hanging open a bit. The pain was hardly an issue now. She could see! Everything looks magnificent. The screaming peers, the blood and splinters on the grass. So many colours.
Almost getting distracted, she focused back on the matter at hand. She had to think quickly, but all she could think to do was to take one of her balled up fists, and punch as hard as she could in the girl’s diaphragm, hoping she would, at the least, back away so Leta could get a better idea of what was going on.
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Post by Vespyr on Sept 21, 2011 22:30:38 GMT -8
Sufficiently Entertained
Vespyr’s gaze slid up to stare in silence, her finger paused in the open wound, blood dripping down and into her half-closed palm. Something strange was occurring in the blind girl’s eyes; seemingly, a formation of pupils. It was an odd phenomenon, but Vespyr merely watched with dull interest as the girl appeared to develop sight. The fist was easily caught, as Vespyr’s hand darted downward and caught her firmly by the wrist. The grin disappeared and she was staring at the girl with a rather disapproving look.
Before she had a chance to recoil, Vespyr would let go of her neck and reach across to grip the girl by the elbow. Holding her arm at these two points, Vespyr merely had to yank the girl’s elbow toward her and thrust her wrist away to twist the entire arm into a painfully unnatural upside-down position. It was then that she heard a shriek from Titus, and glanced over at him, irritation apparent on her face.
Like his twin, Titus was now bleeding profusely from his nasal cavity, his nose quite broken. The tree-boy’s skull was quite strong, apparently. Oh, the irony.
Vespyr looked back at the blind(?) girl for a moment, and then let go of her arm, completely dropping her onto the ground. She straightened up, peering down at the girl through violet lenses.
“If you haven’t improved by the next time we meet, I will kill you.”
And then, she stalked off—toward Titus, with a hostile look in her eyes. He had let go of the tree-boy and sunk to his knees, clutching his face, cupping his own blood as if attempting to pour it all back in. It was a pathetic sight. Vespyr, annoyed by the gurgling wail that emanated from in his throat, grabbed him by the back of his collar, cutting short his air and therefore his agonized cry. She promptly began to walk back toward the vending machine, dragging him by the back of his shirt through the mess of snapped branches. The unconscious body of Isaiah was grabbed by the ankle, so that Vespyr had a bloody twin in each hand. She turned back toward the scene for a moment, her eyes falling upon the boy with the long red hair—
And then she did something strange: she smiled at him. Far less rapacious of a grin than before, but still quite nefarious, and yet somehow… appreciative. It lasted for about two seconds, and then disappeared, as she had turned away to leave.
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Post by "Tuvlan" on Sept 26, 2011 22:11:27 GMT -8
OOC: So, in otherwords, unless anyone stops her, Vespyr's leaving the thread (either for activity reasons or more or less to save Leta from being killed outright on a whim)? If so...Blood that was not his own was seen streaming down the haggard form of the boy as he pulled away from the red headed twin, Titus, pulling back more from the self-inflicted pain he wrought unto himself. But the red-haired one was a crier and an incessant one at that. There was no satisfaction to be had from further beating his foe, except...
...To stop. The crying.
A bored look had entered the boy's face as he nonchalantly raised his hand, balling it up into a fist as he heaved himself into a higher standing position. There was a smile... a "deranged" one, but to anyone particularly observant, it would be plainly obvious what was going on in the boy's mind.
The crier bored him.
His hand began to---
---Suddenly hoisted up by his collar, the crier went onto being dragged away, making the boy whiff air rather beautifully, his whole body contouring downward as he fell forward. His forward-flip pressed the ground onto his back, squeezing his lungs as he would expel the contents into the air in a bloom of blood, saliva and air. His eye widened in surprise at the suddenness of all of this, as his hands would leap onto his stomach as though to make sure his bowels had not rocked any lower into his legs. Teeth clenched as he found his gum's bleeding had increased in the last eight seconds.
That would not stop the boy from ignoring all else. After a moment of loose lunging from his "lying down" position, the boy rocked himself to his feet, hunching over as he did, catching himself roughly with his hands on the ground. Doing so allowed him to look up...
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...To see "her" smile at him.
What an odd smile. Somehow, the boy's easygoing innocence seemed to shake at even the glance.
Did she know?
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...The boy let her drag his target away from him, looking around rather confused at the girl with seemingly no pupils, the trunk-tosser... and an apparent new person.
The marks on the pupil-less girl's eye indicated her being... spared?
Things had ended rather abruptly. The boy found himself at a loss as of what to do with himself.
Promptly, the boy would walk over to the blind girl, not wanting to disturb the trunk-tosser and his new friend. He would look at her, "analyzing" the damage. There was no smile on his face, just a curious look of disquiet. A 'what happened to you?' sort of look.
Promptly, the boy would proceed to sit next to her, as if expecting an answer for all the asshattery. And if nothing happened, he would proceed to... lean back and prop his hands behind himself, looking up into the sky.
After all, it was a beautiful day.
...With an atmosphere that thinly veiled the infinite beyond behind such lofty clouds...
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Post by Sebastian on Oct 3, 2011 15:11:40 GMT -8
"Sorry" She said, he sensed a sort of emptiness in her voice. A very solemn note hidden behind those eyes. This lasted for half a second before either she covered it up, or he lost interest. His meds were wearing off fast and he was getting increasingly squirrelly.
He had broken bones before so he knew what to expect. Just a short tug, this wouldn't hurt that mu-uunooope(pronounced with the double "o" or hard "u" sound). Wrong again Sebastian. He had half braced himself this time though and so all that escaped his lips was a low pitched squeal or moan of a sorts. It was a simple fact that he was contracting his throat as he slowly let the air escape from his lungs that caused the noise.
He looked and noticed that the lanky one, with the henchmen had left. Sebastian silently wondered when that had happened and when the sky boy had decided to calm down as he was now just sitting. He would have to check on Leta to make sure she was alright when he could move.
She was being useful and sebastian figured he might as well do as much as he could himself. He took the remains of his shirt off, not doing much covering anyways. He had always seen guys do this in movies and thought maybe now was the time for it. So he tore it into strips and started tying them off strategically on sections of his arm to keep it from bleeding so profusely. One on his shoulder just to cut off circulation and another piece he draped across his forearm and tied around his elbow and his wrist.
"Is who you are some sort of secret?"
He asked as she hadn't answered his last question. She was done with his splint by now. He had a small square of shirt left from one of his sleeves so he pulled the splinter out of his abdomen using it to keep smaller splinters from entering his hand. After she had answered Sebastian picked up a nearby branch that looked sturdy and used it to support himself up.
"Much to do ma'am. Wanna come? I think you should come. Let's go."
EDIT:
Just as he said these words something strange came over him, a very peculiar feeling. As if just a little bit refreshed. Could it be? Could Sebastian really have gotten... YES, YES in fact he did this monumental change could only be accounted for by PLUS ONE STRENGTH!!!!! He promptly used this newfound ability to stand up. Slightly less excitingly he also had plus 1 charisma... he used this to start leading this woman towards Leta using his stick to walk. (If confused as to how this is happening on a broken leg go watch dawn of the dead. The priest in the beginning of the movie reveals all.)
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Post by Mariska on Oct 17, 2011 12:35:48 GMT -8
"Is who you are some sort of secret?"
Mariska rolled her eyes at the boy, identified as Sebastian, and his silly questions. Moments before his inquiry, a different sound had escaped his lungs. The boy creeched and squealed in pain as the pale girl set his leg. Now he seemed to be past his previous state and was up off the floor and ready to go.
"Much to do ma'am. Wanna come? I think you should come. Let's go."
The boy sure spoke a lot, usually about nothing she cared to hear about. But still, Mariska followed him, neither out of curiosity nor obligation, just out of boredom. She did her best to tip-toe around the shattered remains of tree, thinking of how unfortunate it might be to stop what she was doing to pry a bloody splinter from her bare foot. Sebastian led her towards the girl who lacked pupils. Blood dripped down her jaw. The edge of Mariska's mouth twitched upward slightly, but then returned to her default expression almost immediately.
The boy limped happily in front of her, and she wondered what it would take to pull him out of that good mood he seemed to continuously possess, despite broken bones and the flesh being torn off of his arm.
Today was turning out more lovely than she thought. The screams around the quad had died out for the most part, with the occasional crying gasp or whimper from the remaining students. The white haired girl was walking away now, dragging her ill-equipped henchmen along with her. They made eye contact. Mariska raised a curious and amused eyebrow at her and continued over to the bleeding girl.
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Post by Leta on Nov 2, 2011 17:06:16 GMT -8
If you haven’t improved by the next time we meet, I will kill you.
Her words echoed in Leta's mind. She clenched and unclenched her fists not knowing what to do with herself now. She watched the mysterious, demon-esque girl recede back into the crowd, dragging her dogs behind her. The only thing reminiscent of her would be the blood dripping from Leta's jaw.
Footsteps could be heard trudging across the grass, approaching her from behind. She turned her body a bit so she could face the boy, still wary of the girl who had just left. He paused a moment before sitting on the grass beside her and relaxing.
Sebastian and the newcomer were now approaching. She could hear his distinct walk; though it was accompanied with a small limp. As though he were injured, but still happy.Leta would turn completely to face them.
With a straight face, she would speak clearly, "Sebastian. We need to go to the hospital," she looked down, thinking of what the girl had said. "And we have some things to talk about."
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Post by "Tuvlan" on Nov 4, 2011 0:15:23 GMT -8
Violence To Come Sitting down, letting his hair shuffle in front of his eye, the only thing visible of the boy was a smile. It would be innocent enough, nothing strange betrayed in his gaze. And yet...
Slowly, the boy bent forward, pushing himself up with his hands in a raggedy fashion. Battered, bruised, but still functioning. He would nod obviously towards the trunk thrower and his assailant apparent (the lady with fire-red hair and ominous, yellow eyes). He was still fit to fight, but the mood had passed. Rather, the boy took a step backwards to give berth of space for the trio. Watching them.
A ruffled young man with energy. His abrupt growth in strength in this place customary given his already immediate signs of the initiation of his recovery. The trunk thrower was more bent out of shape physically here, but he would grow soon in the mold this place cast. And his mold appeared to be large, a fun "playmate" for later.
The girl with yellow eyes reminded him of a cat and was suspicious, odd, but seemingly friendly.
Blind girl who was nearly made into a "deadmate" was one whose (seemingly) shaking words made tell of something far more damaging.
Such diverse people, so set-apart from the usual cookie-cutter playmates he had before. But they were tired and worn...
Unceremoniously, the boy would stand himself behind the blind girl and grab her by the shoulders, if allowed. He would then puller her up abruptly, steadying her, until she showed signs of standing on her own.
If she did not allow the boy to help her up (although roughly), and took offense, he would merely pat her shoulders, as if to say, "Good show, good show."
From there, he would wait to see if he could push the girl towards anyone, who could help her walk if need be. If not, he would stand, sighing, figuring for yet one more trek to this... "hospital" place this month that the blind girl kept mentioning.
Alternatively, if the blind girl was capable of standing on her own, the boy would back away, walking to the side to create a bit of an oval-circle for all four of them. He would smile and nod again---
---Before slamming his right fist into his left palm in front of his chest, a decidedly violent, frenzied look on his face. His smile, his eyes almost feral.
"SMASH."
'Next time... let's fight for real.'
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Post by Sebastian on Nov 6, 2011 20:23:47 GMT -8
Lunch was over and the commotion was through. After having thanked the girl who had put a splint on his leg Sebastian let Leta lead him off to wherever he was to go (Sebastian's involvement is over, unless someone brings him back in)
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Post by Mariska on Nov 11, 2011 11:05:54 GMT -8
Mariska welcomed the commencement of lunchtime's foolishness with a single eyebrow raise as everyone separated and went off to their respective classes, a few limping and still clutching their bleeding arms, legs, stomachs...She tip toed once more around the shattered tree until her bare feet reached the warm sidewalk, and she proceeded to make her way to whereever she should decide to go. She paused momentarily, pleased with the heat of the sidewalk, and then walked away from the courtyard in direction she originally came, her feet patting along on the rough pavement.
[Mariska's involvement is over.]
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