Oi, Right Then... (Open, Prepare to Fight)

[Stu Pott]

Students wandered around campus, the morning before classes. They went about their business, their cliques, their friends, their enemies, their fists.

They fought.

A lot.

However, there was respect. Few fought for their own personal glory. Most fought just to show that they weren't weak. A difference than fighting just to show how strong they were. Amos didn't believe in this philosophizing bullshit.

He fought to win.

He won because he fought.

Atrocities had been committed at this school. Already, a wing was being named after a recently killed boy from the school, even though no one was incarcerated due to the killing it. It was equally the boy's fault as it was his killers, as he had, supposedly, ripped the poor bastards eye right out, and then ate it infront of him. Of course, he was then run through with a piece of metal, but who is counting, am I right?

And so, the school awarded a large sum to the parents, and agreed to name one of the wings of the school after the boy, who had, literally, only been there for a few months.

Pisser, I know.

Also, there seemed to be a rash of injuries caused by some psychos. As well as a student rebellion. And on top of it all, students continued to show up for class.

Buggers be crazy, what what.

Amos Cole was one of them. He was crazy, but in his own sense. Gripping a napsack in his right hand, flung casually over his right shoulder, a stark red, matching his head wear and his shirt, half of an English Flag wrapped around him. His vest billowed slightly in the wind, also kicking up his long blond hair. He brought a hand up to cup his eyes, blocking the sun from their brilliant blue hues.

He smiled, one corner of his mouth tugged to the side. He walked forwards. He was a senior, and just transfered in. He was also the head of a gang in Chicago which was now probably dead.

His parents destitute.

His homeland a distant memory from what seems like forever ago. Already his accent had been diminished to almost nothing, the neutral American accent taking over. He still used some slang terms, but not nearly as much as he used to.

Oi...

[chihiro]

This morning was just like any other, a block away from school, an Asian girl sped down the sidewalk, pink and brown pumas pounding on the cement, her long raven hair, that had been pulled back into a ponytail, whipped from side to side with her movements. She was late, but that wasn't the only reason why she was running. Close behind two lumbering young men in black pursued, a hint of shining silver in each of their hands.

Now, normal muggings never happened first thing in the morning, as the city itself was just awakening, but it just so happened that what they were after resting in the senior's clenched fist. Brimstone, and she had stolen it.

Chi was now accustomed to the situations she got herself into carrying out Valekin's work. Muggings, thugs, weapons, danger, she was trained for all of this. Her legs were stronger and swifter than the average soccer player at her school, she could outrun them all, her arms slender but just as tough. Her knuckles strained against the leather of her studded gloves, which at a glance simply looked like an addition to the black arm warmers she wore in the cooler weather. These stopped just past her elbows making way for a white graphic tshirt with pink, brown, and black on the front. Her jeans had a hole in the right knee, though she couldnt remember if she'd bought them that way, and either way it didn't really matter.

She needed to dump these fools before she headed to school, as she reached the corner, with a burst of speed she reached the lightpole, grabbing onto it with both of her hands and kicking from the ground she swung around, her kicking feet connecting with the goons just above their collarbones. They fell back, gasping, coughing and choking, tumbling to the ground. Chi wasted no time in bolting out of there, around the corner, across the street and through the park. Once she reached the other side and back to the street across from the school, she ducked slightly, sliding the Brimstone cannister into the rain gutter designated to her. Someone, another Black Knight, would be waited there for it. Her job was done.

Breathing heavily, she brushed herself off, readjusting her ponytail, shirt, and the one-shoulder-strap napsack on her back to it wasn't so obvious that she had been running. She rubbed at her cheek slightly, removing a smudge of dirt, evidence of the scuffle. She hardly noticed a taller student with a slower walking pace as she knocked into his shoulder. She mumbled a half-hearted apology. Eh, uh, sorry..

[Stu Pott]

He had paid no heed to any other kids. If they wanted his attention, they would come ask for it. However, when one runs into you, you tend to notice. Especially when they bounce off of you.

Eh, Uh, sorry...

What was that? A girl? Huh...

He turned his head slowly to the side, peering down into the small face of this girl. She was roughly the same age as him, he guessed, or else she would've had more respect in her voice. Instead, he noticed a mild hostility.

As ya rightly should be, ya tart. Slag off, and watch where you are walking next time.

He insulted her. Would she understand? She was Asian, and he heavily influenced by English terms. He slightly pushed her out of the way, and continued forwards, hoisting his backpack up a little as he walked on, his vest still billowing slightly, the sun glancing off of a wristwatch.

[chihiro]

True, she was Asian, but Chihiro understood just as much slang as your average American, due to the fact that she was American. However, it didn't take understanding the slur of words leaving his English mouth to realize they weren't kind. She was walking with her back to him, she could see the entrance to the school.

Her brown and pink pumas paused on the pavement.

"What was that?"

She asked, her tone light but layered thickly with demand. No one talked to her like that. At least they didn't and expected to keep their front teeth. She wouldn't turn to face him, her gaze was trained on the school entrance, her arms slackening then tensing slightly. She didn't need to see him to be able to react should he be a hot headed jock or something, what would he be, a cricket player or something? Hardly worth the challenge. He would learn his place, either verbally or through force. She may no be a pillar, but Chihiro had a standing at this school. She wasn't one to mess with.

[Stu Pott]

What was that?

His mouth drew taught to one side again. He had gotten her attention. He turned towards her, laughing, one hand holding his stomach from bursting with laughter. He was nearly doubled over, laughing at her. A few tears streamed down the side of his face.

Nothing at all, trout. I was just asking you to kindly keep to your own path. Bob's your uncle and all that, savvy?

Speaking of which, how about after class we go and get a little tanked up, and go for a good snogging? Eh, what does a little bird like yourself have ta say to that, eh?

Come now cabbage, wanna chuck-a-sickie with lil' ol me?

He was laughing again, drawing a snicker from a few passing students who got what he was saying. Good, he was making a good impression already. He stood, arms folder, vest billowing to the right of him as the wind tugged at it. He looked down at the girl, separated by a solid ten feet of sidewalk.

[chihiro]

Oh, you're done, boy.

Trout? Bird? Cabbage? The slang of his was more than grating, but she exhaled, surpressing the urge to just kick his ass right then and there. Chuck a sickie? That didn't even sound attractive..

"The last time I checked, I was neither an animal nor a vegetable. And I suggest you discontinue calling me such."

As she spoke, the Asian gurl spun on her heel, turning around to face him. Her gaze was set, almond eyes narrowed and her brow furrowed slightly. Her lips were drawn into a line. It was easy to see she was not pleased. She moved forward toward the flag wearing, irritating slang spouting nimrod. She locked her eyes with his, all the while her peripheral vision locked on the movements of his body. She stopped within approximately five feet of him.

"You new here, English boy? Otherwise you would know better than to start something with me, unless you really are that stupid."

[Stu Pott]

Ta, ta...

He continued smiling, slight stubble accentuating his features darkly. His blue eyes pierced towards her own in their own right. He leaned forwards slightly.

Come now, ya a stunner of a turkey. Gotta say tho, toff, that you are a bit uppity.

Can't we all just get along, Uncle Tom Cobley and all?

Plus... I gotta say, ya wind me up quite a bit, little foreign thing.

He slid in closer, closing the distance. He seemed slightly on edge, as he knew the reputation the women at this school had. Often said to be stronger than their men.

[chihiro]

Twitch.

Ever so slightly, her right eye muscle contracted, shuddered. Twitched. This asshole was getting on her nerves. The glint in his eyes was cocky, and ever the grin plastered across his face made her queasy. There wasn't a thing about him that didn't piss her off. As he came closer, her right hand came up straight, her palm pressing firmly into his torso.

"Back. off."

Two words, dripping with venom. She'd had enough of this bloke and his indecencies. Her chocolate hues were blazing, her mouth curled nearly into a snarl. Her voice no longer held any sort of niceness, it was low and deadly.

"I am not a turkey, I am not uppity, and if anyone around here is foreign, it's you."

The palm that was pressed against his chest retracted slightly before giving him a hard shove. She wasn't going to play nice anymore. This kid had it coming, and it wasn't going to end well. Chi wanted to give him a nose to match that bleeding red outfit her was wearing.

[Stu Pott]

He stumbled back slightly. She was a bit stronger looking than she put off.

Well then...

Fine then, ya little airhead. You can go get bent and get your jollies off with whatever fannypacker ye be crammin' with. Ya ditz. Spaz.

Chink.

He turned and began to walk away. He lowered his bag, no longer resting on his shoulder, but now firmly gripped in his hand. He knew that she was bound to throw something, and this would hopefully throw off his balance enough to dodge whatever was hurled at him, be it fist, foot, or object.

He was still smiling, that cocky London smile.

*sigh*

[chihiro]

...Chink? She wasn't even Chinese, but in one syllable he had gone from being just an ignorant prick to crossing the line. Chi's temper was a curious thing, most of the time she was quite mellow, her face normally calm and expressionless as possible. Very few people had ever been able to draw true emotion from this girl; Max, her best friend who was now thousands of miles away, Aureus, her ex-boyfriend and first love, she didn't even know where he was now. Atticus, John, Saint, Keith...they too had been deemed worthy of her friendlier side, but their visits nowadays were few and far between if at all. Valekin, her teacher and leader. He trained her mercilessly, pushed her to her limits, made her sronger. She owed him a lot. To everyone else Chihiro was distant, cold even, deadly. Like a viper, she was neutral until provoked, and then struck hard and swiftly. This would be one of those times, a few students who had paused to watch the heated exchange muttered at the poor bloke's fate.

He must be new...what an idiot.

Three quick steps and her right hand shot out, grabbing him roughly by the shoulder and shoving him around to face her. Once he was her left hand would grab a fistful of his collar, that gawdy flag shirt he was wearing and pull him toward her. Her voice was low and venomous, almost a growl.

"You just made a big mistake."

Her right knee rose sharply and without warning to the shadow between his legs. You take advantages where you can, and though Chi rarely fought dirty, with the way he'd just stomped all over her, he deserved it.

[Stu Pott]

The girl grabbed him roughly, twirling him about. Not really possible unless a sudden, or surprising move, and yet he went with it. He pirouetted upon the balls of his feet, as she flipped him around, the smile still playful upon his face.

"You just made a big mistake."

He laughed as she spoke, then, as he felt the energy between them maximize, he saw the kneed shoot upwards. He leaned downwards, getting even closer to her, his face literally right in hers, as her knee shot upwards. It would now collide with his stomach or chest.

However, he wasn't done.

He twisted to his right, drawing her arm to its maximum outstretched length with the roll. This would put her slightly off balance, which he would then take advantage of. Allowing her to keep her firm grip on his shirt collar, he kicked his leg outwards, and brought it quickly around, attempting to sweep her off her feet. A common move within the Capoiera. Also, a fairly standard trick would keep her from falling, such as lifting her leg.

However, she also had to take into account his size.

He had quite the height on her, as well as weight. So, as he moved backwards, it would, invariably, pull her even more off balance, perhaps even causing her opposite leg, the right one, to be lifted from the ground as he pulled her down.

He prepped his left hand to catch himself as he fell, and also to recoil and bring him back up if need arise.

[Misfate]

Entering the school, Crim barely made it to the entrance when he heard raised voices and a rather dangerous sounding voice. Hearing this sort of thing was rather common, especially here, but then he heard one thing that made his head turn.

"Chink"

Crim looked on at a blonde boy that looked fairly tall, but not really heavyset. Looking at him, and seeing that a Asian-looking girl knee him in the chest. Smiling to himself, he noticed that this fellow didn't go down, and that he spun around trying to trip her.

This person was the kind of person he would be devoting the rest of his his life either killing or maiming him for life. If she didn't get him Crim would finish the job.

[chihiro]

((ooc: Sorry about the delay x.x))

Her knee collided with his stomach, missing the target she'd aimed for because he leaned toward her, almost uncomfortably so. Chi did not like having her personal space invaded. But then he twisted, hoping to pull her down with him, but frankly, she wasn't stupid. As his body twisted to the right, her left hand released the fistful of his collar just as his foot moved to trip up her left foot that was on the ground. Tripping, her right foot fell back to the ground, catching her and making her lean to the right slightly instead of just fall on her ass.

Her arms were back up in the standard guard stand, hands in loose fists, and using the momentum of her movement, her left foot would be the next to leave the ground, shooting up and around like a slingshot in a roundhouse kick. Another blow to his stomach, everyone knows when you're hit more than once in the same place, it always hurts worse the second time around.

[Stu Pott]

Chi mistook her actual position for what it was. As her first blow collided, and it hurt a little, he would give her that, he was now technically behind her, though a little to her right. Her leg was coming quite a distance to hit him, leaving her open for just shorter than he needed.

Her leg was coming from the farthest distance it would have. He was not only in a better position, but he he had his height advantage. As the leg came at him, he leaned downwards, bent at the knee, her leg sailing over top. He kicked out, holding himself in his bent position with his hands, lashing at her right knee. There was little she could, except drop her left leg down, but with the opposite kneed being knocked out of control, controlling the other leg in any way as she would find her right leg in some serious pain.