Same shit different day... (Open)

[Rem]

American schools were really something to be wonderous about. He was always intrigued with the concept of the students having to move around classes, instead of the Japanese custom where everyone sat in one class and the teachers came to them. Different and interesting as it was, it soon became old...tiresome. Rem trudged lazily through the halls, giving slight nods of acknowledgement to the students he had befriended during his short time there, most of them female. Tucking his stuff beneath his arm, he saught out his locker. The moment he'd opened it, a rather large, beefy fist slammed it shut again. Rem stood there in partial shock, and then turned to greet it's owner. There were actually five of them, each of them tall and obviously well-built. Rem's first instinct was to simply give a confused chuckle with a nervous smile on his face. "Errr...what was that for?" There was something familiar about this guy.

"I hear you've been messing around with my girl..." The one who'd punched his locker, retracted his arm, cradling his fist lightly. "I don't take kindly to that...."

"Oh? Really? I can't be too sure...there were too many of them...let's see...was it Stacey? Grace? No? How about Janine? Nope? Not her? Maybe it was Amanda?" Rem blinked a few times and then smiled. "Oh, that's right! I remember you now. Colleen was it? I had a real good time with her last night." He thoroughly enjoyed pissing people off. The names he'd called at first were the girlfriends of this guy's four friends. Sure, maybe not the most tactful thing he could've done given the situation, but hey, what good were conquests if you couldn't brag about them.

The older kid blinked, slightly confused, and then a look of realization crept across his face. "You little smartass!" He let his fist fly once more, aimed low so as to compensate for the Japanese boy's lack of stature.

Rem would simply strafe to the left, wrap his right arm around his opponent's as it whizzed by his head, and swung himself onto the length of it, sitting on the boy's outstretched arm comfortably with his legs crossed. "Hmm? America really is just like I've been told. Hot girls, dumbass guys." With a small flick of his wrist, he tapped the boy's shoulder with his pressed together index and middle fingers, before volleying himself off of the arm and driving both of his feet into his opponent's cheek.

His rather large frame was hurled backwards, crashing not so lightly into a row of lockers, the metal caving in around his body on impact.

Landing in a partial crouch, Rem brushed the tip of his nose with his thumb in a taunting manner as he rose to his feet. "I saw that one on Tenjo Tenge..." His hands once again took residence in his hoody pockets as he stared down the remaining four bullies. "Just to be a bit kind...if you're attacking I really think you shouldn't judge me by my size."

[Delilah A. Black]

She had been walking past when Delilah saw a person go hurtling past. Raising an eyebrow, she looked over to where the short japanese boy she had met before was standing infront of four, bigger kids about their age. Dropping her bag, she came over, not standing next to him, exactly, but close enough to be considered an affilate. "And what is it you did to piss off so many people at multiple intervals?"

[Rem]

Rem didn't take his eyes off of the group, but did manage to get a glimpse of a pair of cleavage. Hmm...I've seen those before... "I showed their girlfriends a good time is all... and nice to see you again, Miss...?" He smiled and shrugged at her, somewhat embarrassed to admit his conquests to a girl. It'd most likely make him seem like a jerk.

"You'd better stay out of this, girly." Another guy with a fauxhawk, cracked his knuckles as he eyed the both of them. The others nodded in agreement, definately wanting to get at the Japanese boy but having doubts about fighting a girl to do it.

[Delilah A. Black]

"Delilah." she replied to the diminuitive youth. She turned her pale blue eyes to the kid who spoke and a smirk tugged at her lips. "And whose gonna make me, mm? You?" She chuckled a little, signs of her bad mouth coming forth. "Please, you look like you couldn't hit the broad side of a barn, so you're really in no place to be threatening some girl." She tossed her black hair over her shoulder in an aloof manner.

[Rem]

"Why you!!" Unable to live with being insulted in such a way by a girl, the boy launched himself forward, bringing his knee up toward the girl's gut.

Rem moved quickly, intercepting the move in a rather interesting manner. He had flipped his body over to perform a handstand, ON the boy's knee, pushing it right back down. Before gravity could do its work, he whipped his body around, reorienting himself in midair, and slammed his heel as hard as he could into the top of the punk's head.

The blow sent him chin first to the floor, creating a few hairline cracks in the linoleum floor. Thankfully for him though, he was unconscious before he hit the ground.

As Rem was doing this however, the other three decided to capitalize on the time he spent attacking their friend. Two of them moved to block Delilah's path should she choose to interfere, whilst the other, pulled himself onto thier shoulders and swung his leg forward, aiming at the Japanese boy's head.

Unfortunately for him, Rem didn't see it coming until the last minute. It was all he could do to curl himself up into a fetal position in midair and using his forarms to take the brunt of the blow. He was thrown back a few meters, landing and sliding back a few extra meters. He lay there a bit disoriented for a few seconds.

[Delilah A. Black]

Delilah stared in the same aloof manner at the boys infront of her. "Uh-huh...standing there is gonna stop me, thats for certain." She attempted to step around them, but would be most assuredly blocked. Delilah sighed. "I don't want to waste too much energy on you idiots..." She raised her right hand and cracked her knuckles simply by flexing her hand.

She had raised her hand to draw attention to it, trying to ensure they wouldn't be expecting her next move. She lashed her foot out to the guy on her left, the heel of her foot connecting with the inside of the mans thigh in the middle. Delilah would smile as his leg would go numb and spasam. The fingers of her hand were bent so the tips faced her wrist. She jabbed him sharply in the chest, then pushed two fingers of her left hand into his carteroid artery, cutting off blood flow just long enough to knock him out.

Delilah turned to the guy on her right as his buddy slumped to the floor. She was taking on a stance now. "Last chance you...you're lucky I'm in a good mood, I'm not one for mercy."

[Rem]

The remaining kid just peered down at his friend, who was writhing in pain from the lowblow, and then glanced back up at her, stepping aside as he opted not to fight.

The one who attacked Rem, however, didn't stop his assault. He moved forward, palms blazing with a strange energy in them and drove his fists down at the smaller kid.

Rem moved to the sides, quickly to avoid being struck, his opponent's fists smashing into the floor around him. He was fast alright, Rem had to admit, but thankfully, he was faster.. He hooked one leg around one of his opponent's, opting to catch one of the fists heading toward him and pulling it forward. Then he kicked up. The result, the boy fell forward onto Rem's skater shoes, hard. Rocking backward slightly, he kicked off, sending the kid soaring back a few meters before crashing heavily into the ground.

[Delilah A. Black]

She caught the falling boy by the back of his shirt with her left hand and turned her arm a little so he faced a different direction, and pushed him into the wall, making sure it was headfirst. "Thats a concussion." Delilah remarked quietly, flipping her hair back over her shoulder as she let the boy drop. She turned to the boy witha skeptical expression. "Is it really worth it? There're plenty of other girls in the school who AREN'T dating someone liable to beat you to a pulp." Not that these creeps laid a hand on you or anything... she remarked silently

[Rem]

Rem still lay, face up, on the floor. He gave the girl a grin and then simply shrugged as he rose to his feet and dusted himself off. "I honestly did not know they were all taken when we were making things happen. It's just that they all told me afterward..." He placed his hands on his waist and bent backward at the waist, stretching and loosening up his muscles. "Are you dating anyone?"

[Delilah A. Black]

Delilah raised an eyebrow, her lips pursing a little. She folded her arms across her chest, and put her weight on her right leg, giving her right hip a little jut. "No." She replied bluntly, her pursed lips slowly becoming a smirk.

[Rem]

"Sou desu ka..." Unconsciously reverting to Japanese. Finishing his stretching, he stood up straight and gave her a rather attractive smile, yet slightly sinister, though nothing malevolent. His naturally frank nature sure came in handy. "Would you like to go out sometime then?"

[Delilah A. Black]

She thought about this a moment. She hardly knew him...still...something about this japanese boy intrigued her a little...and it would keep him outta trouble with the larger boys and their girlfriends. Delilah smiled wickedly at him.

"Maybe."

[Rem]

"I'll take that as a yes, then~" Smirking slightly, he tugged on the front of his hoodie, pulling the hood further down his face. He then brought out his cell phone and flipped it open, his thumb pressing a few buttons. "So, if I may, your number?"

[Delilah A. Black]

She laughed inwardly at his persistance and poked his forehead lightly. "First of all, I said 'maybe', secondly, I don't even know your name, third, if you're gonna date me, you'd better lose those other girls you 'showed a good-time'." Delilah winked. "THEN you get my number."

[Rem]

"Errr..." Instinctively he bowed in fine Japanese fashion to show apology. "Forgive that bit of rudeness as far as my name is concerned. My name is Aoyama Rem...well it'd be Rem Aoyama in Western styled naming fashions. As for the other girls..." He only regretted not being his usual womanizing self for a few moments, but then dwelled on the plethora of pros that could come from a monogomous relationship. "Consider them lost."