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Post by Stevie-Rae on Feb 11, 2016 18:41:34 GMT -8
I heard there were people who protected the school. People who's main purpose here, aside from school, was to assure the students were actually safe and didn't hurt the teachers too bad. It sounded like a job I could tell my folks and they not be mad at me for. Something where I could fight TO PROTECT others. I didn't know much besides that, but I had also heard that there weren't any people in the positions... Yet. Guess it was just waiting for me!'
I walked into the courtyard and jumped on a bench. Grabbing my guitar, I'd start playing a song.
"If you want me, Come get me.
If you care, then try to dare.
Come and see what it means to me
It is mine, my sweet, sweet rhyme.
If you care, then try to dare."
I strummed the last and looked about the crowd. I knew they were confused by my playing and my lyrics. They didn't mean much, but to try and challenge my rule.
"I claim the School Hall Correctional Police Captain! Y'all wanna challenge me, go ahead. But i promise this, I will leave none standing!"
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Post by Mr. Kaar on Feb 11, 2016 19:17:13 GMT -8
Victor Kaar would walk to a table and sit down, watching and waiting.
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Post by Emily Suddenfield on Feb 12, 2016 13:18:55 GMT -8
Emily sat, eyes on the so called Captain claimant.
Best to wait to see if anyone else would show before approaching.
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Post by Kyle Nellist on Feb 12, 2016 13:26:28 GMT -8
Kyle stood, eating his ham and cheese sammich.
"What's the School Hall Correctional Police?"
His pack was still on the chair, and he was watching the lady curiously.
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Post by Stevie-Rae on Feb 12, 2016 13:46:36 GMT -8
I stood there for a few minutes, waiting to see if any one would say anything. Nothing. I stood there like a kid throwing a fit in Wal-mart over a toy. Everyone turned to look at me. A teacher took a seat. The School Captain sat, watching me. I felt so dumb. What the hell?
Finally a kid walked up and asked what the position was. I wanted to shrug and say i didn't know. Instead, i took a slightly higher road.
"Well," I began, drawing out the word with my southern drawl. "It means I get to protect people. The position, as far as i know, means i get to literally fight to protect people. Even if i can't fight all the time, i still get to do something good." I hoped that was the right answer. If not... i don't know.
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Post by Violet Lockheart on Feb 12, 2016 13:50:58 GMT -8
 EVEN WITH THESE CHAINS
you can't stop me Brownie, plate, and fork in hand Violet would stroll out to the courtyard having yet another pleasant day at Public High School #259 feeling like nothing could really get her down. Maybe it was the sweets or the pleasant spring air that gave her spirits wings but she wouldn't doubt her gut. Meandering into the court she'd hover about for an opening amongst the spruced out seats with fingers crossed that she'd get lucky. An errant smirk would cross her face as she'd catch Emily among the tables and saw fit to interrupt the girl's personal brooding bubble.
"Heeeeyyyyyyyy...glomp." Violet would say coming up from behind Emily not the most quietest as she let her words drag on and her body slump over putting her jaw in the crevice between Em's neck and shoulder putting her weight there with a bit of trust that Emily wouldn't shake her though any movement more than a shrug would probably topple her. With her left hand she'd wrap about with the plate in hand around Emily's other shoulder and prompt the brownie-cake in front of her mouth an almost teasing offer towards Em whilst her fork would hover lazily in her right delving into a scoop before presenting her sweet sweet chocolate.
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Post by Mr. Kaar on Feb 12, 2016 14:01:08 GMT -8
The Dean would adjust his ass on the hard seat, it was starting to annoy him honestly. Glaring almost at the spectating crowed while a few asked questions. He sighed and rolled his eyes at the whole thing. No fighting, he may have to just take everyone here apart and judge the left overs.
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Post by Tristan Korvel on Feb 12, 2016 14:05:20 GMT -8
 I AM NOT A BAD MAN even though i do bad things VERY BAD THINGS such horrible things A voice would break from the crowd calling out from the stairs of the courtyard looking out at the girl with a smug disposition. "Well seeing as they're all for the most part sitting you have your job cut out for you." A slanted sort of look to his lips looking the girl up and down with disdain. The representation of power was extremely blown out of wack here at this school not only did they have to subvert themselves to Pillars but also a glorified police force. Tristan would be damned if he had to deal with that much of an oppressive force rubbed in his face. Even if he didn't want the position at all his reasoning for taking it however would be 'better the devil you know'. "Consider me your first challenger." Tristan would over glorify a presentation of his thumb to his chest puffing it out greedily as he'd lunge forward towards her with a fist drawn throwing it at her face. He'd never really hit a girl before but he wasn't very much put off by the idea itself. « tag: Stevie-Rae // notes: Time fo' my beatdown »
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DEF: 5
SPD: 15
PER: 15
ENG: 5
Stamina: 50/50
Resistance: 5%
10%-39% is red (#C81217), 40%-69% is yellow (#EBD434), and 70%-100% is green (#2D882D).
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Post by Stevie-Rae on Feb 12, 2016 14:13:13 GMT -8
A smile spread across my face as a kid came from the hallways. Seems he don't much care for me claiming the... thing. Good. I needed this fight.
He came at me with a punch. He was faster than i thought he'd be, but i figured i could handle him. I shifted my guitar in my hands, grabbing the neck, and swung it at his face. Sorry Momma. I'll buy a new one.
"You talk alotta smack! Let's sea if ya kin back it up."
The guitar was hard, but i knew it'd break. If i missed him, i'd dive off the table. Tuck n roll. If it did hit, and he was still standing, i'd kick his chest.
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Post by Tristan Korvel on Feb 12, 2016 14:47:37 GMT -8
I AM NOT A BAD MAN even though i do bad things VERY BAD THINGS such horrible things Speed wasn't the only thing that Tristan had and she'd come to realize that real quick as she sprung the guitar across at him, he hadn't really anticipated the strike so much considering most guitars to be pretty expensive but what was a guitar to some rich kid. At least that was the idea formulating in his deviant mind, as it was everyone else's fault for things and not his. Gritting his teeth he'd move if only seconds before getting his from the strike, he couldn't alter his fist per say seeing as it would instead of hitting her face strike through the guitar itself and if he was lucky perhaps strike straight through it into her shoulder. A non-vulnerable spot but at this point beggars couldn't be choosers. His motion to dodge would dip him right beneath the guitar and up close throwing his left hand into an uppercut trying to take advantage of an over extended strike. He didn't want to spare words with her at this point choosing to follow through with that uppercut and put himself up close and personal with her. Although it was probably contradictory to his abilities needing the space to remain mobile and free at expense of his body's ability to keep up. After the strikes however he'd feel a dull throb in each of his fists noticing that the right had been splintered and bleeding lightly. « tag: Stevie-Rae // notes: Time fo' my beatdown »
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SPD: 15
PER: 15
ENG: 5
Stamina: 43/50
Resistance: 5%
10%-39% is red (#C81217), 40%-69% is yellow (#EBD434), and 70%-100% is green (#2D882D).
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Post by Stevie-Rae on Feb 12, 2016 16:23:21 GMT -8
I couldn't move, shocked that he punched through my guitar. Wow what the hell? I took a step back as his fist punched my shoulder. Unfortunately, there wasn't table enough to step back onto, so i kinda fell. Do you know how hard it is to tuck and roll when you are falling backwards? Damn near impossible.
As i hit the ground, i jetted my left foot back, pushed off and made a half assed cartwheel to my right. Standing i grabbed what was left of my guitar and pulled the G-string (smallest cord) off and pulled it taught between my hands. If he were to come close again, he'd loose a finger at least.
"Surrender now and keep your extremities." I'd give one warning. That's all i ever gave anyone.
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Post by Tristan Korvel on Feb 12, 2016 17:01:15 GMT -8
I AM NOT A BAD MAN even though i do bad things VERY BAD THINGS such horrible things His hits would do just enough to back his foe off into a sprawling retreat. With cocky grin set in place he'd tower from his new position. "I have the high ground Anakin!" Glowering now in a confident stature he'd look down at the girl in more than one way however she was quick to retort requiting forth a steel string between her hands looking somewhat like a garrote. "Surrender now and keep your extremities."Tristan's brows would furrow with stress as he'd look down and with that bring both his hands to protect his nuts. He didn't want to be losing his little-Trist today no title was worth that all the same he'd begin looking for an opening, he needed something that could combat a weapon like that and really there weren't many options available perhaps... He'd jump from the table off to the side and scoop free the fork from Vi's hand and would flare it out before himself like a rapier. "Engarde"« tag: Stevie-Rae // notes: Time fo' my beatdown »
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ENG: 5
Stamina: 43/50
Resistance: 5%
10%-39% is red (#C81217), 40%-69% is yellow (#EBD434), and 70%-100% is green (#2D882D).
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Post by Stevie-Rae on Feb 12, 2016 18:35:48 GMT -8
I made a disgusted face as he covered his.... manly parts, even though they might not yet be... manly. Really, like i wold do that? I could only stare at his makeshift 'weapon.' Really?
"Really?"
I couldn't believe it. Just wow. I waited to see what he would do with the fork. He had the speed, that was for sure. I didn't wanna end up looking like a pirate, so i stayed put.
"Oh mah! What eva is a girl ta do?" My drawl coming off thick again, i smirked. My little act was cute if i did say so myself. Little southern belles were always cute. 'Specially that Scarlet O'Hara!
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Post by Tristan Korvel on Feb 12, 2016 18:52:15 GMT -8
I AM NOT A BAD MAN even though i do bad things VERY BAD THINGS such horrible things Tristan had to be quick, he was really no match for the type of utility that a garrote provided especially when his only tool on hand happened to be a fork. Silly as it may be he had a good idea in mind as to how he was going to use it. Smart? Perhaps not his smartest but certainly outside the box. He'd lunge in this time to attack fork leading the way in a poised position, the initial approach would look like he was going for her eyes however at the last second he'd tilt the fork to the side, its metal dentures would position in such a way as to catch the wire between them and somewhat guide their movement. Offensively he knew better than to go in a shoving match verses any opponent however he wasn't looking to turn her weapon against her it was a little more along the lines of protecting his peepee and mitigating that wire anywhere but where his flesh was. Fork in right hand left open to jab at her stomach, seeing as the wire needed two hands to utilize he would guide the fork upright over her head not trying to combat her force more so redirect it so that her ribs were exposed to his jabs. « tag: Stevie-Rae // notes: Time fo' my beatdown »
HEALTH ACTIVE ABILITIES & COMBAT STATISTICS
ATK: 10
DEF: 5
SPD: 15
PER: 15
ENG: 5
Stamina: 43/50
Resistance: 5%
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Post by Stevie-Rae on Feb 12, 2016 19:01:57 GMT -8
I started to retreat from the stab at my face when the fork turned upright, pulling the wire with it. Bad move. As my ribs were exposed, so was his arm. Moving my hand around his fist, the wire would circle his forearm. Pulling it taught, i'd warn him one last time as i began leading his arm back towards me.
I knew that if he punched my side, the wire would pull, so hopefully he stopped. If he pulled his arm back, the wire would eventually cut through his ever so delicate skin. and if i pulled any harder at the wire, i'd cut him. he had no way out.
"Surrender or lose skin." I stared directly into his eyes, my own begging him to move, begging him to test my resolve.
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