Traytanie lost on the roof. (Mae-Lim, open.)

[tray]

OOC: Assuming that the school is multi-floored..

Traytanie had turned the corner and began to scan the lockers of this hallway. Each one was counted off in his head as he went, and each one he passed the dull roar of students began to grow louder. 'One.. hundred eighty one.. One.. hundred eighty two..' He counted them all off in his head one by one until he finally reached his locker, ten down from where he started counting. He came closer to it, and put his fingers under it and made it level with his view. 'Combination..' He put the paper next to it, and began to spin to the numbers the paper indicated.

'.. Did I do it wrong?' He thought with a frown, and began to do the combination over again. After two more tries he frowned and let go of the lock to take another look at the paper. While looking it over he shifted his hat back enough to get more light from above. 'One hundred and ninety two.. B. Fuck...' Groaning heavily he pushed back and read over the paper at length, while leaning his back up against the locker that wasn't his. 'For lockers assigned with numbers and the letter B, make sure to go to the second floor..

Traytanie sighed heavily and pushed his hat back into place, after sticking the paper in his hat to make sure it didn't get lost in his backpack. It didn't take him long to find the stairs to the second floor. But as he continued through all the lockers he began to become disoriented by his surroundings. The lockers didn't have a B on them even. Second guessing the fact he even went to the second floor he continued to wander. After another few minutes he found a Stairs sign.

The stairway was slightly dark, but it wasn't that hard to see once he got used to it. At the top of the stairs came the problem. As he pushed open the door he was blinded by the fact it was not artificial lights, but sunlight that was piercing his eyes. Immediately he closed his eyes and pulled down the lid of his hat, rubbing each eyelid with the back of his wrist as he moved through the door. As the blindness faded from his eyes he looked about and frowned heavily. 'I guess I was on the second floor..' He thought dejectedly as he looked about the roof of his new school.

[Conner]

Conner stood atop the school, looking down at the kids who walked back and forth daily, oblivious to the real world around them. Conner wasn't sure of the time since he failed to carry a watch, but that didn't matter to him. He didn't know if he had a class going on right now, but if even if he did it would be rare for him to show up. There was a sudden creak behind him, followed by footsteps.

"And here I thought I'd be the only one up here for a smoke."

The voice would come from Tray's left, as Conner leaned against the rail. He didn't turn to look at who came through the door, the sounds of it opening bein enough to tip him off. Part of his intincts called for him to look in case of an attack, but he tried remembering this was school and not prison; despite what the students spoke.

Conner took a long drag of his cigarrette, flicking it down off the roof below him. He turned around, resting his elbows against the rail as he glanced at the newcomer. Raising his brow, Conner huffed a small chuckle.

"Nice poncho. And hat. You come from below the border?" Conner's tone obviously shown sarcasm, not hesitating to speak the first thing that came to mind. He watched who he thought of as 'the bandit' with mild amusement, hoping that he'd give Conner something else to rag on him for.

(OOC: Sorry about length, Conner's pretty reactionary so not much to say.)

[tray]

OOC: That's no problem. I'm glad someone came in, I do realize I didn't leave much room for interaction. I appreciate you giving me something good to work with. With this character the old fashioned 'bump into someone' would end in.. we'll nothing friendly..
PS: And I have to say, I loved the south of the border comment.

As Traytanie looked around the roof he came to the fairly quick observation that he wasn't alone. His eyes turned to to the left sharply as the voice of a male came to his ears. While his eyes locked onto the source of the voice his body turned smoothly, dropping his backpack behind him quietly as he squared off. As his surprise faded and he saw it was a student a fair bit away from him, leaning against the railing.

'Students can smoke on the roof?' He thought with a bit of confusion as he saw the male student turn and flicked the cigarette off the roof. As though mesmerised for the few moments the cigarette was in his view he followed it, and then looked back at the other. When he did he heard the student chuckle for a moment. Raising his brow slightly he was about to ask why he was laughing, but his answer came quickly. 'He's mocking me.'

"You should smoke more.. Cancer seems like an interesting suicide.." He said back in a cold tone, his fading blue eyes locking firmly into the students. While he did this he waded through his emotions and instinct, and coming to the easy conclusion that he shouldn't let his guard down around this student. He had already naturally squared his shoulders at him, and his eyes would now read his to be sure nothing would come as a surprise.

[Mae-Lim]

(Blarh. Crappy. I...I blame the both of you! No...no I don't.)

"You don't always die from Tabacco" she said, beginning her quoting from an amusing commercial she heard.
She had come onto the roof silently, seconds after Tray had, however with her small size, was able to 'hide' herself behind him. Now however she had made her presence very much known and walked around the one she had previously been standing behind of. This way, she was able to see both students on the roof. One was rather...large. Well not large like fat large but you know. Big...muscle-y? Not someone she'd want wanting to harm her for sure. The other one was funny looking in her opinion, only because she didn't see very many ponchos. He was roughly the same size as the other...but with the poncho Mae-Lim couldn't quite tell.

"Nope, you don't always die from Tabacco, sometimes they just snip out your tongue" she continued to quote, using her index and middle finger to mimic the motion of a pair of scissors.
She remained strongly serious however, which was just how she was really, and crossed her arms gently. She looked far from dangerous this one. The long white shirt the blended in quite nicely over top her ankle-lenghted skirt all the while matching with her girlish white shoes. All this with her pale skin and black hair made her seem almost like a ghost.

"Mm, don't let me stop you from going on." she stated lastly, closing her eyes for a moment and standing there. Hey, she came up here with no actual purpose in mind, why not watch and see if this ended up to be some form of fight. Or maybe she killed it with her presence? Either way it didn't matter.

[Conner]

Conner huffed at the bandit's reply, preparing to lash out, verbally for now. However, he was interrupted by the speech of a random voice from a random girl, that appeared rather randomly. When she was finished however, Conner dismissed her as quirky and put his gaze back upon the bandit in response.

"There's worse things to die from." He shrugged nonchalantly, bringing his gaze back down hard upon Tray as he continued. "Would you like to find out one of them?"

Conner of course, had meant himself. Whether this one was too stupid to see that or not Conner didn't care. The orange-shirt toteing student pushed himself off the railing, bringing himself to a slightly slouched, but fully standing position. He took another glance of the girl on curiosity. He hadn't had much interaction with girls while in prison, and therefore the sight of them was always pleasant to the ex-con.

There was a lot of hope for the bandit to be coaxed into attacking, or giving Conner a reason to hit him first. He didn't expect too much from the slightly taller student, after all, he dressed like a hippy.

And hippies suck.

Conner nodded to himself, agreeing with his trail of thought as he looked back to Tray, awaiting some sort of response.

[tray]

OOC: Hahaha.. oh geez, I loved the hippy thought.

Traytanie tensed violently as he heard the voice from behind him, his eyes had gone wide, his focus completely lost. He didn't hear anyone approach, he didn't even realize that someone had been standing just behind him. Pivoting on his left foot, far enough to keep both of them within his peripheral vision. His eyes still wide he stepped back, placing himself closer to the wall and door, able to see them both fairly well. It wasn't until she repeated himself that he heard, and comprehended, what she had said to make her presence known.

"Nope, you don't always die from Tobacco, sometimes they just snip out your tongue." Traytanie raised his brow slightly as she made the snipping motion with her index and middle finger. He knew it was funny. But he was too surprised by it to laugh, or do little more than relax him. As his eyes returned to normal he found himself temporarily captivated by her. The fading blue hues innocently swept up her form, assessing her, taking note of several things and listing them in his mind. She was modest, like him didn't spend much time in sunlight, and most importantly wasn't a threat.

Still slightly distracted by her he voiced a question most would most likely leave for a moment when he wasn't quite as threatened, but his eyes somehow managed to never take his eyes off the male students eyes as he spoke. "What would snipping out the tongue help?" Before he gained a response however, the male spoke again. The threat was made far more tangible now, and his eyes began to grow more intense, his teeth gritted strongly.

"Why are you nodding to yourself?" The tone Traytanie used to say this was low, cold, and direct. It was quite odd to see him do it out of the blue after all. After a few long moments he reached up to his forehead, shifting the poncho out of the way slightly. It would be hard to see under it thanks to the shade gained from the sun, and doing this with his right arm left made it so only the girl would be able to see. Underneath the, black and tattered, poncho was toned muscle that stood out thanks to how tense he felt under the threat of the male student.

OOC: If you are wanting a fight for this, and want an opportunity, you can start from when his hand moves if you so chose.

Traytanie slid his fingers under his hat, pulling out a slip of yellow paper with bold black text he had been given by the same woman who gave him his placement test. He held it out in the direction of the girl, again speaking while he stared at the male student. "Do you know where my locker is? I tried finding it, but I ended up at the wrong one somehow." He said with a light frown, his teeth locking back together strongly once again, and as a result his jaw was firmly set.

[Mae-Lim]

For every time she was looked at Mae-Lim simply returned the stare with a curious looking one, where her lowered eyes would widen a tad bit and her head would give a tilt. It was slightly amusing to watch everything unfold from the trash talking to the expression and reaction to her appearance...or was it what she had said? It didn't matter in a way, and leaving others to sit there and wonder what the heck she was talking about was her specialty. What WAS she talking about anyway? Did she even know? 'Why does it say snip out your tongue in that song anyway?' she thought then after being questioned by the one she had dubbed Mr. Poncho, for lack of knowing his name. She gave a shrug in response but it had been too late. Mr. Poncho had turned to Mr. Snappy (that was Conner, incase you were wondering) who seemed bent on starting a fight. Oooh, a fight! Would Mr. Poncho bite at the line?

Nope. He just went all paranoid and angry, questioning the other about nodding his head. She failed to see what the worry was about a nod, Mae-Lim nodded to herself at random thoughts all the time.
As Mr. Poncho shifted his...poncho, Mae-Lim barely took notice to his build, more so she wasn't really interested in checking these men out. Yeah, they were packed. So what? The amusing thought of squealing and waving her arms about while going gaga over these two was very tempting, however. But no. Not today.

Mr. Poncho decided to slip out a yellow paper, which Mae-Lim instinctively thought of getting a pen, even though she didn't have any with her. He wanted her number? No. Her autograph? That'd of been quite flattering unfortunately that wasn't it either. She gave two short blinks and stared at the writing on the yellow sheet, Mr. Poncho not even looking to her as he asked his question.

"Wrong one?" she asked firstly, taking a look at the surroundings here on the roof. "No kidding. You won't find any lockers here"
Biting her thumb-nail gently, giving her a thoughful look she continued "You gotta go to B." she spoke the obvious, before giving a shrug. "Dunno where that is though."

She took a step further away from Tray, whom she had the feeling may get attacked at this point. She rather not be accidently brought into it if it happened, knowing full well she wouldn't fare very long against two...well Giants. Walls. Whatever. It would be smart to...distance herself since she was rather near him.

The Tobacco song from the commercial she had quoted from was still playing in her mind, refusing to leave her alone. Mae-Lim continued to whisper softly, going along with the rythm "No it won't be worth a heck, with a big hole in your neck....no you don't always die from Tobacco..."

[tray]

OOC: I don't want to say what your character will do, so I'm just going to move on. It's been long enough of a wait. If you do want a confrontation again, just PM me and one of us can arrange it. And Mae, sorry for this being a little shorter.

Traytaine had continued to stare at the male student near the railing while he waited for his answer from the girl. He knew that it was a bit risky to be in this position, instinctively, but he also had class in the back of his mind. He was excited, he didn't want to be stuck in a situation with the male student. Frowning slightly he turned his eyes to the girl, staring at her with almost disappointed eyes as he responded.

"I.. didn't expect to end up on the roof." There was almost a hint of shame in his voice, but it was masked thanks to the partial threat still to his left. His eyes continued to stay on her now, watching as she nibbled on her thumb-nail. "You mean to say, you're new to this school too?" He asked with a frown slowly forming, and moved himself back a bit as he stuffed the piece of paper away again. It seemed that his want to go to class, after finding his locker, was stronger than his sense of a threat.

Traytaine opened up the stairwell doors and looked down them, then back to the girl. "Would you help me find it? I don't have much time before my class, I think." He said, motioning quietly down the stair well as he spoke, his hand slightly extended. The song she had whispered had reached his ears, and in the back of his mind he had been filtering through his memories. The lyrics didn't seem quite right, and he was becoming curious as to where it had come from.

[Conner]

(OOC: Sorry for the delay, I had quite the busy weekend.)

"Don't worry about it."

Conner's reply was held in a short and cold tone to match Tray's. He figured it wasn't worth the explanation to tell Tray that he was a dirty hippy that could be pounded into the ground.

Conner's hopes raised as he saw Tray remove his hat. He was under the impression that the hippy bandit was going to prepare himself to get roughed up. Conner sighed as he pulled out a piece of paper, turned to the girl, and proceded to...ask for directions. As the two's conversation carried on, the dissapointment and boredom grew in Conner's face.

Sighing, Conner cut in regardless of conversation, moving towards Tray.

"This is lame, I'm out of here."

Conner would move towards Tray and deliver a rough shoulder bump, hard enough to let him know it was on purpose. If Tray did nothing, Conner would continue past, not bothering to look back as he made his way down the stairs. He needed to find someone with an easier temper to bully.

[Mae-Lim]

Mae-Lim gave a wry frown, shaking her head slightly as Tray assumed she was new. She wasn't, more so she didn't care for where what was unless she needed to get there herself. A tad selfish perhaps but that's just how she functioned. She watched him begin to move, breathing out harshly through her nose as though something had crawled up there and crossed her arms. As he opened the door and looked down, she began picturing how it would look like to knock someone down those very flights of stairs. Not Tray specifically, but anyone at all really.
'Well, people ARE like slinkies...' she thought, changing her gaze from Tray to Conner.

Seemed like Mr. Snappy had already gotten bored and began to move towards Tray.
'I see where THIS is going' she thought. "You'll have to find someone with more sense of direction." Mae answered Tray, following Conner with her eyes right until he purposely shoved past him. Oooh this was getting interesting. This one seemed to really like causing trouble, which was all fine with Mae-Lim since she likes observing people who caused trouble.

This looked awefully familiar to her, though. Like those bullying videos she'd watch in elementary school. You know? You have the best case scenerio and the worst case scenerio. Best case scenerio, you stick up to the bully, answer short blunt answers until he gets bored of you, give him whatever he wants and the by-standers try and help you. Then you got the worst case where you just fight back or don't do anything, get bullied and even beaten up and the bystanders just kinda watch and laugh. Or just watch and don't do a damn thing.

'Guess this is the 'worst' case scenerio.'
Mae-Lim gave a soft and almost unoticable smirk. 'Heh, well good. Justice and 'Good' is boring.'

She turned around and walked in an almost gleefull way, which completely contridicted her rather apathetic expression. She could sense a fight. If Tray wasn't going to fight Conner as he was being prodded to do, Mae-Lim would just have to give him a...little push in the right direction, then. Not to try and be mean to Mr. Poncho, well not completely at least, but to have him stick up for himself AND let Conner have the fight he seemed to be trying to get. Everyone won...sort of.

[tray]

OOC: It's okay. And for this point.. I'm sorry? He's pretty vicious.. And Mae, I don't mean to ignore you in this. But, your just not in his attention right now. I hope he entertained you.

Traytaine heard male student reaction to his question, but found it a little off. He would acknowledge the question but wouldn't explain. It didn't feel completely right. But his attention was still split, so his eyes traveled back to the girl who had moved herself from her last position. Hearing the girls reaction next. It was pretty simple. He was brushed off, she was obviously going to be of no help. Which meant he was going to wander through the halls again. Before he turned away from her and walked down the stairwell himself his instincts flared, and his eyes turned back to Conner, who was once again the main focal point.

As the distance between them closed his heart began to pound heavily. His mind was blank, but his instincts had already come firmly into place. Even before the shoulder slammed into him he was prepared. The hit was accepted, and he shifted closer to the door, just slightly, as conner pasted. His psychological reaction before a few years ago would be to instantly lash out. But with the training Kevin had provided he knew it was better to wait for an opening in this situation. And the opening came. After bumping into him, purposefully, he moved closer to the stairs and away from him.

Once he passed Traytaine would use this opening to his advantage and turn quickly to the right, reach out his right hand and place a viciously tight grip on the shorter students hair. With the same speed he would throw a quick kick to the back of students left knee, using his left hand gripping onto the door for balance. As the students balance would uncontrollably fail him, and Traytaine's own balance set firmly in two points he would plant his foot to the ground again. Then he would push his right hand out, still holding to the boys hair, leading his head directly into the door. At the same time his left would pull the door toward the males head.

[Conner]

(OOC: ;D)

Conner's bottom lip curled into a frown, pouting to himself at the lack of excitement from the encounter. The hippy bandit just took the shoulder, seeming to do nothing in return. Conner continued forward, snickering to himself for a half second before feeling a sharp tug at the back of his head.

The bandit proved to be less of a hippy, resorting to fighting dirty. Conner however, was no stranger to the dirty tactics of street fighting. Conner's right hand instantly went behind his head, gripping tighting on the forearm of Tray's own right arm. Keeping Tray's hand where it was, Conner's hair wouldn't be pulled as easily, therefore neither would the manipulation of his head.

Conner was kicked in the back of the knee, causing him to kneel down on his left leg as his right bent along with it. Instead of fighting the downward momentum, Conner went along with it. Bending his upperbody forward as his whole form dropped closer to the ground, Conner pulled hard with his arm.

Tray would be thrown over Conner's shoulder, unable to adapt to the sudden movements by Conner in addition to Tray having to balance on one foot from his kick. Luckily for the bandit, they weren't close enough to the edge, and Tray wouldn't fall to claim serious injuries, merely bounce and skid accross the rooftop. Conner stood back up, raising both his fists and spreading his feet, ready for the bandit to come back at him.

[tray]

Traytaine was initially surprised that things didn't go as he had planned. The form of the other dropped lower than he had expected, a hand raised to grip his wrist and began to pull. He had no intention of going with it without a fuss. He would then plant his right knee, which was already off the ground, into the males back. Then while he was being pulled he loosen his grip on the door once he had a small sense of balance.

Affectively this would give him a point of resistance, leaning his weight back and pushing forward with his knee so he would be released of the grip that attempted to throw him over the others shoulder. If this broke the hold fast the other would more than likely go forward with the sudden loss of weight holding him back, which could very well put him down the stairwell.

If the hold broke Traytaine would scoot himself back on his rear, which would be fairly sore from falling, from the weight he put backwards, and then push himself up to stand in case the other didn't end up at the second floor. He wouldn't brush himself off or ready a stance that could be noticed, his arms would raise slightly under his poncho and his legs set his balance, which he wanted now that he had almost lost it completely.

[Conner]

How this one was able to stop his momentum so easily, Conner didn't know. Though, just as Conner's manipulation of Tray's balance didn't work out as planned, the same would be said for the vice versa.

Conner's drop had effectively lowered his center of gravity, bringing his body down and back as his arm went forward. As he felt a knee dig into his back and resistance on the pull, Conner would let go with his right hand, bringing his left hand up against the door frame simultaneously. Bench pressing himself backwards with his left, Conner would quickly push himself to a standing position rather quickly. By doing this, Tray would likely fall back quicker and harder than anticipated, probably bruising him on the bum.

"Get up." Conner snickered, regardless to the fact that Tray was already raising himself up as he spoke. Conner raised his fists in front of his face, bouncing his front right leg at the knee a few times as he continued to speak. "You fight dirty. Let's just see how you do when my back's not turned."

Conner bounded forward, landing with his left leg forward as his right fist went out in a cross towards the bandit's left jawline. Conner saw Tray retract his hands underneath his poncho, and as a result he expected his reaction time, especially to a higher target area, to be slower than if his hands were on the outside. Despite this, Conner kept his left fist just below his own jawline, ready to follow up one way or another.

[tray]

Traytaine took the time the student used to talk to him to ready his own stance appropriately. He didn't need to, as he was just as used to being in stance. Both of which would give him an advantage in speed because he was able to be very relaxed. In this light he was prepared for the attack that came, his left foot leading, and right food ready to push off, even his leg relaxed for the burst of speed he would soon need.

Thoughts were not in his head, not on attack nor counter. Pure instinct, and technique trained into it. Giving him another distinct advantage in speed. As the student charged, he continued to wait, none of his muscles tensed. As the punch came, the muscles in his back leg gained tension and pushed off, his left gliding just above the roof and then planted, his back following behind.

This burst of speed would place him inside of the cross punch, and his instincts would go with training. Left hand extended, fingers curled but relaxed, the left of his hip pivoting as his shoulder went forward as well. His left hand would shoot forward with incredible speed, his fist still curled but relaxed, and the moment before impact he would place tension into his hand and forearm. This would increase both damage, and reduce any chance for injury to the arm. The contact of the punch itself would be with the knuckles of his index and middle fingers.

Training instincts placing themselves into his muscles again his left would retract, his body would shift back two feet smoothly, and his right would come up during the punch, protecting his jaw and skull from any quick jab before retreat, and the initial hook. If the punch stunned his opponent as he hoped, it would be marked in a temporary record of the opponents weakness, and would be used as an advantage on the next attack.

[Conner]

Dirty tricks and maneuvers. When it really came down to it, thats what I fight revolved around. Sure, you could be faster, you could be stronger, but when all was said and done it was all about who was the trickier son-of-a-bitch.

Conner was by no means a genius, and his fights definately didn't rely on his brain. However, when you fight enough you pick up little details. Before Tray's palm would extend more than a few inches, Conner's subconcious picked up on the subtle flap of the poncho. It was too late to avoid the punch completely, but by instinct Conner shrugged his head over to his right shoulder, taking a glancing blow to his cheek.

Tray would find himself not able to slide back as he expected. Instead of retracting his punch, Conner's right fist would uncurl and find a tight handhold of hair near the back of Tray's skull. Sliding forward with his right leg, Conner would tug the head of hair towards him as he torqued to the right, sending a hard left elbow strike to the hippy bandit's face.

[tray]

OOC: I understand that it may be a confusing attack, and possibly something made up if you don't have medical experience. However this attack is real. If you look up the Femoral Nerve, you will find it as described. The effect would be a incredible jolt of pain. A common example would be bumping your funny bone on your elbow, but far more painful.

Traytaine felt the glance blow, his eyes had gone to look at the punch that had hooked at him, and watched it disappear outside of his point of view. He could push it away, but his attention was splitting. When his eyes returned he felt the hand that had originally intended to punch grabbed his neck and hair. Instinctively his personality and training dictated what he would do in response to the miss.

His left hand, still coming back from beside his head, dropped and grabbed into cloth and flesh. At the same moment his right hand was still up to guard any incoming attack that he had placed outside his direct vision. His back leg would raise, his hip pivoted, and his knee would come forward. The blow itself would not be aimed where most would suspect. A normal target would be the groin (read: testes), but this was aimed at the femoral nerve.

With this attack being out of males line of sight the chance it would be avoided or blocked as incredibly low. Of course while using this softening, or distracting technique, the elbow would go through Traytaine's guard. The blow would push through his guard, and hit the side of his jaw. The impact lessened, but still affective enough to push him to the side, placing him off balance until his back leg would return to the ground.

[tray]

OOC: Been a damn long time. I'll assume that you want nothing more to do with Tray and this fight around this time tomorrow, and end the thread.

OOC#2: With the way things have gone I'm just going to proclaim this thread dead. See you both another time, or something.