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The Vacant Smile (Open)
« Aug 18, 2009 6:52:22 GMT -6 » 		Quote
How could a day start out like this for him?

His hand grabbed the kids hair, pulling him forward as his knee slammed into the boys gut. He twisted his body as he hurled the kid head first into the row of lockers behind him, the loud concussion of flesh and bone on cold hard steel reverberating throughout the halls. A thick arm came up from behind, wrapping around his neck and squeezing tightly, effectively cutting off the circulation to his brain. His chin dripped blood from his lip and nose, the injuries he had sustained making the grip he took on the arm painful.

It all started, as things often do when fights involve him, with a girl.

See, Brian had no intention of getting into a fight today. It was his first school experience here- he didn't want some reputation as a punk who went around looking for trouble. He wanted to make a few friends, experience a few classes, and live a normal kids life. But it seemed that fate had different plans for him. See, there was this girl. And there were these guys who-

Wait. Lets start from the beginning- it'll be easier that way.

Brian awoke, the sound of his blaring alarm startling him from a strangely horrible dream about him wetting himself in front of several new students on his first day. He licked his lips, sighing after stretching quickly. He threw the covers off his body, slamming a hand down over the clock to shut up the loud-ass beeping it was rattling his brain with. His ears perked. "I'm up, mom, you don't need to come in here." The footsteps starting to sound outside his door make a quick stop-and-turn, the pitter-patter of feet now making its way downstairs. He took a deep, steadying breath, moving from his bed to the bathroom and closing the door behind him. He examined his face in the mirror, rubbing his eyes with the heels of his hands before cracking his neck.

One ten minute shower later, he was holding up the plastic wrapped school uniform they had picked up from the school yesterday. It had been boxed, so this was the first time he had actually laid eyes on it. The corner of his mouth rose in a look of slight disdain. He wasn't a fan of school uniforms. To him, they made it look like you were some rich kid frat boy who went to a school with money and power in the hopes that it would boost your outlook on life and give you a better chance at finding some bimbo-teen jock lover to be your sex outlet. Still, rules were rules, and he would follow them, even if he didn't really like them.

The drive there, being more than relaxing with a full breakfast of French toast, eggs, and sausage was rather less nerve-racking for him. Starting school totally new and actually NOT being a freshman was tough. He could probably handle it better if he was on the lowest totem pole- that way he could get away with certain mistakes and people would assume it was just because he was a freshman. But things like getting lost or getting your ass kicked wasn't becoming of someone older than fourteen, so he felt a violent need to try and appear confident in every minor decision he made, that way people would at least assume-

He shook his head. He needed to stop thinking so much.

He turned his face out the window, grinning at the look of the building he would be heading in to. The place was huge, a massive "collection" of buildings and trees, a gorgeous school campus and apparently friendly faculty. At least, thats how Brian saw it. He turned, giving his mom a quick peck before hopping from the car without a word. She didn't say anything but "good luck", the two of them having talked on the way about whether she needed to go inside with him and what he wanted her to do. He had his bag in hand instead of on his shoulders, looking around himself with a slightly more open mind. He could really learn to like it here. Kids would wave at him, or if they felt too "cool" Would give him a "chin up". You know, when you chuck your chin up quickly as if to say "whats up" in a silent language? Yeah, that.

He went to the front desk, speaking quickly with the lady there and receiving his class schedule, complete with his locker number and code. He was enjoying himself- this was going to be a great school year.

Then, of course, he saw the girl.

He was just arriving at his locker, looking down at the paper as he began to twirl the little nob. He looked slowly over to his left and noticed, not ten feet away, a group of four boys, all standing behind one guy. The "One guy" Was leaning against the lockers, arm propped up in a classic "bad boy" way. The girl he was talking too didn't seem interested- in fact, she seemed downright uncomfortable. Brian's smile slowly dissipated as a small frown began to replace it. He turned back toward his locker and popped it open, sticking his bag inside. When he turned to look back at her, she looked his way, giving him a smile. Well, kind of a smile. It seemed rather empty, like she was used to this short of thing, or like she was maybe reaching out.

The guy looked up at him, then at her, then walked around her, blocking her from view as he turned his back on Brian, propping himself up with the other arm. Brian unzipped his school bag, pulling out his first classes book and a notebook of paper, his pencil tucked inside the loops that made up the binding. He closed the hard metal door, then began walking, passing the small group slowly. He tried- oh how he tried- to keep his face forward, but he just couldn't. It was like a reflex. He looked over at them, and she gave him that same smile. He heard the boy talking.

"Look, its not like I'm asking you to give up something important. Its one night, one date." She looked back to the guy. "I...Don't think so. I've got a lot of work to do and i-" He cut her off, his voice a little lower. "Okay, I've tried being nice but your being a grade A bitch, you hear? Stop being such a prude and go out with me. I'm tired of asking."

Now she looked downright uncomfortable. She turned to go, but the guys friends were directly blocking her path of escape. She then turned to walk forward, but he caught her arm.

"I didn't say you could leave, honey. Stop trying to run and-"

"Let her go."

Brian's voice was steady, or appeared steady, though inside he was more nervous than ever. He kept his voice from shaking through some serious effort, and he hoped that he at least appeared a little confident. He had stopped when he called her a bitch, and turned back when she had tired to run. His eyes had closed in self-assessment, then opened with a deep breath. He couldn't help it. What was he supposed to do? Ignore the situation? He knew the school rules- no fighting. Yeah, okay, he would LOVE to obey it. He planned on it, actually told himself that he was going to try and not get in any fights for as long as possible. Instead, he was picking a fight on the first day.

How cliche of him.

The boy turned toward him, as if to give him the chance to run.

When Brian didn't adhere to the kids silent demand, the boy released her and stepped toward him, tilting his head a little to the left.

"You trying to be a hero? Or do you got a death-wish?"

Brian answered calmly.

"Neither- its just obvious she doesn't want to go out with you. You should respect that and-"

The boy pushed him.

"If i wanted advice from you i would have asked for it."

Brains face twisted up slightly in anger as he dropped his stuff, lurching forward and pushing the kid back. The boy was slightly surprised by the strength, stumbling backward several steps. He caught himself before falling, then smiled with a look of enjoyment. He rubbed his hands together slowly as he walked forward, the young Parring boy tensing up with what appeared to be the start of a fight. The kids friends all walked toward him too. Scratch that. He was tensing up for a damned gang-beat down. Brian was no fool- at his old school, he had seen this time and time again. Young kid, unpopular and without friends, tries to help someone and gets surrounded. Then the boys take turns slapping him around a bit and pushing him from person to person to set an example.

It wasn't gonna happen. Not now, not ever.

He took himself, mentally, over the edge. As the kid drew close, he threw a hard upper cut to the punks jaw. It was obvious by how they were getting ready to jump him that they weren't clean fighters. They thought they were cool, when in his book there were totally not. they were just a group of boys who felt they had more authority because of their numbers. A fist connected with his jaw as the bigger kid in their group tried to break his face. He stumbled left, getting tackled as he did so. He rolled over quickly, then head-butted the kid when the boy tried to sit up on him. He punched the boy in the face, the fellow falling off to the side of him. A warm fluid ran down his nose, Brian already knowing that he was bleeding.

Funny- he didn't really feel much pain. He rolled over a few more times, coming to his feet as another boy tried to tackle him, their "leader" finally coming to his feet again. He stepped to the side, planting a boot at the boys shoulder and pushing him to the ground. A fist connected once again with his cheek, right near the mouth. That big guy must have perfect timing. Blood came once again front his lip, this time accompanied by a small sting. He ducked, dodging his own textbook that was hurled at him by the "leader". He punched the big guy in the ribs, then threw an upper cut, his hands having been brought up in a standard fighting stance, right near shoulder width with his left fist slightly forward.

He looked over as one of them cocked back to punch him.

And thats where we began.

He reached up with his left hand, grabbing the boys hair and pulling down, causing him to bend at the waist. He kneed him in the stomach, twisting at the waist as he hurled the kid into the lockers. the big guy wrapped his arm around his neck, choking him, as the others began to come to their feet. He pushed off the ground, running backward. He slammed the fellows back into a fire-hydrant, the corner of the metal box digging into his opponents back. He then threw three quick elbows to the ribs, the guy relaxing his grip as pain became prominent. The boy bent over a little, trying to ease some of the pain. With the relaxed arm, Brian had room to move his head, if only a little. He pushed it forward then threw it back, slamming the back of his head into the guys chin.

The boy released him, but he soon realized that things weren't going to be going so smoothly. Two more boys had appeared, nice and fresh, and they were all surrounding him, even as the big guy went down. He looked over the guys shoulder to the girl who, strangely, hadn't run away yet. He stared at her, his eyes saying one, obvious thing.

'Run!'

She mouthed the words "Thank you!" Before turning and moving quickly away. Brian breathed a sigh of relief. At least she was out of the situation, for now. He looked around himself. A crowd was there, but they didn't concern him. The head honcho had a broken nose from his first punch. The big fella was down. One kids mouth was bleeding (the one who tackled him) and yet another was knocked out at the lockers. He breathed deeply, trying to pace himself and regain some time as the group slowly closed in.

'So much for a relaxing school year...'

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« Aug 20, 2009 20:07:59 GMT -6 » 		Quote
OOC: Not sure about the numbers left to battle, so I'm going to assume four; two fresh and two original.

Initially, it was the young girl with the frightened eyes that caught JT's attention. Rushing past him in a blaze of whipping hair, the large blond man couldn't help but notice. Someone running scared was not unusual in the Collective. In fact JT often saw that reaction in a crowd of onlookers after he had finished a fight. His fights were fast becoming notorious for being, well...brutal. In fact he still had a blood stain on his tie from a battle last week. Living in a campsite at the outskirts of the campus didn;t provide many laundry opportunities.

But anyway, the running girl. JT's bloodshot eyes followed her as she passed by, his dark lustful mind mulling over the idea of chasing after her. However, the smell of a fight was in the air and the little hairs on the back of his neck stood on end. Turning back to look in the direction she came from, JT saw the crowd gathering, the debris and bodies from the scuffle on the floor. Four men were baring down on another, the classic look of ill intent all about them.

Grinning in a strange way, JT wasted no time in ripping the tie from his neck, followed quickly by the sport jacket. Leaving the discarded clothing in a pile at his bare feet (JT refused to wear shoes and recieved many a "demerit" for it) JT dashed forward, shoving apart the small crowd like Moses and the Red Sea. A beastly yelp escaped his grinning lips as he dove head first into the fray. For JT fighting wasn't just fun, it was life. He defined himself by seeking primitive pleasures, like violence and sex and greed. But most especially violence.

Not knowing who to strike first, JT went for the percieved 'alpha male', the head honcho with the broken nose. Coming out of nowhere, the man never knew what hit him. JT barreled straight into the man, the blond's shoulder driving hard into his gut. JT literally lifted him off his feet and carried him the few fast steps into a line of steel lockers behind him, denting the metal severely on impact. The honcho tried to regain composure but JT was already too much in the mood. Wrapping a large, gnarled hand across the man's face, JT held him still by the shoulder and used his gripping hand to bash the guy's skull into the locker. Again and again he did it, never once giving any indication that he was holding back. JT could have hammered a dozen nails into the locker with the man's head by the time he stopped.

Stepping away from the bleeding and barely conscious male, JT turned back to the other fighters gathered and said, "Too easy, he was already hurt. Gimmie something fresh..." He looked over the remaining four men, eyes shining with pure...glee.

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