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Post by traytaine on Aug 21, 2007 5:03:32 GMT 1
Traytaine sat on the left of the door, which would swing away from if it were to open, and his head titled back against the wall. Long days, noisy, the days weren't too hot, but long none the less. School, what he had originally thought would be something interesting and entertaining, ended up being little more than something out of a bat science fiction show. Throwing different groups at each other and letting them fight over scraps, while the adults bet on which one would stand on top once everyone else was broken and bloody.
"When did I start sounding this depressing?" Before the thought could be finished he nudged it aside, with considerable effort, and focused instead on warming his lungs. With smoke, of course. The thought struck even him as odd. When he first came to the school, and before, he had no desire to smoke. Or drink. They were simply words. Which seemed to have become something more of a necessity. Although he would only smoke once a day at most, and only drink on Fridays. The schedule of party goers who liked to sleep in on Saturday and Sunday. Except he normally did them by himself.
Traytaine 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. It didn't take long to wander into a Stairs sign.
The stairway was slightly dark, taking him few long seconds to acclimate 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. "You should smoke more.. Cancer seems like an interesting suicide.."
The sequence of events seemed off in his mind, but he ignored it. It wasn't anything abnormal for him to simply be missing pieces of events, even if they were brought up to him specifically. This one, he could remember, involved a male that was smoking. Obviously. And the girl who had been... kind? He could hardly place her face, but he did remember she wasn't as outright unpleasant as the male had been. He turned his steel blue-gray to his appearance slowly, trying to remember why he had changed that. The best answer he could get was the hair in his eyes. The hair that was still there, he realized, as he blew a thick strand off the bridge of his nose.
A beige poncho that has holes and blood stains in several places, mostly along the front and shoulders. Tatted army fatigues with multiple cuts and holes along his thighs and at the knees. He never changed the two brackets around his wrists, and the black bandanna around his left thigh. It's one of those things that if it isn't there he feels uncomfortable. Underneath his poncho's he wore a black v-neck long sleeved shirt, which felt a tad loose. Traytaine brought his eyes up and turned them toward the handle of the door. He could hear footsteps, but he quickly became more concerned with the red glow that came too close to a strand of red hair. Easy enough to fix. Traytaine spat it in front of the door just as it opened.
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Post by Conner on Aug 23, 2007 6:27:31 GMT 1
"What. The. Fuck."
The words came out slow from the ex-convict, current student, and newly made Horseman of War. Conner stepped out from the staircase and onto the roof, intent on doing what he always did up here: have a smoke. The second he opened the door, a cigarrette made its way onto his feet. Usually, Conner would take it as a gift when someone threw some tobacco at him, but usually it didn't leave burn marks on his sneakers. Conner brought his gaze from his feet, and turned in the direction from which it came from.
Great. The hippy again.
While it was quite obvious that Tray was not indeed a hippy after their last confrontation at this very spot, it still was the impression that stuck into Conner's mind. Seriously, who that isn't high wears those rugs known as ponchos? He was up here for a smoke, and then Tray had come up and spoke to him about it being suicide. That hypocrite, sitting here and smoking himself. Conner started to get aggravated for a second, before remembing that it was then that he had also met Mae-Lim. With the new rush of memories of how she and himself had screwed with so many people seemed to curve his mood into something more amused.
"Alright, cowboy. That wasn't polite."
(OOC: Short, but as you know I'm posting prematurely to when I thought I would be.)
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Post by Mae-Lim on Aug 24, 2007 3:24:34 GMT 1
Luck, irony, fate, coincidence? Who knows what forces of nature would be at work here today, reuniting these three specific individuals at this one place they'd all met quite some time ago. Whatever it was, this meeting was going to happen. The only difference was, Mae-Lim was now much more acquainted with one of the two then the last time, where they had all been 'strangers'.
Mae-Lim had just turned to the stairs that led to the roof, and had begun to make her way up. She was in one of those weird moods where she just wanted to be in the company of another, wether it be silent company or not. She wasn't sure where Seth was, and the only other person she found herself interacting just as much with, was Conner. Thankfully, she had a pretty good idea where he usually went and so she had begun her little game of "seeking".
The way up wasn't a particularly long one however having just climbed a flight of stairs minutes before had made this climb much more unpleasant. She hated stairs, going up or down. All they were good for in her mind was to push people down them. Otherwise she supposed they had other uses like...getting to unreachably high places. Ugh. She'd rather take an elevator.
Finally at the door, Mae-Lim had quickly opened the door, her eyes widening for a second as she saw who was there.
"Well now..." She said softly standing in the door-way, taking a look towards Conner and then the one she'd once dubbed "Mr. Poncho". It almost sent a chill down her back to think at how 'Deja-Vu' this was.
"Um. Hey." she managed to mumble. "Should I get away from the stair-case so I'm not in your way?" she asked. She was simply kidding of course, since the last time these two had engaged in battle there. Of course, Mae-Lim's monotonous voice didn't help to hint at that, and so it sounded more like sarcasm or her being serious then an actual joke.
She walked out somewhat and scooted to the side just in case someone else would come onto the roof. This way she wouldn't get smacked into and she'd also be out of the way.
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Post by traytaine on Aug 24, 2007 4:55:06 GMT 1
Traytaine heard the words from his right without much thought. It was hardly new anymore, annoyance and crude language. But the voice struck a cord of memory. He had heard it before, although it was taking him a while to place it without a face attached. So he titled his head back, the strands of red streaked blond hair falling in front of his face as he shifted.
"Oh, it's you," was all he muttered as he pushed his back against the wall with the force of his legs. With his back scratching needlessly against the wall he kept his steel blue-gray eyes onto the male. "Polite? From wha' I can recall, your 'bout as polite as a monkey shittin' on wedding cake." His accent would fade in and out slightly, but not too much to notice from a casual observer.
"You'll be wantin' to fight then, aye?" Fortunately, or maybe unfortunately, the stairwell door opened one more time. The girl was familiar too. But not quite as much as the male. Traytaine had been intent on rushing forward and breaking Conner's collar bone before he was inevitably provoked, but instead ended up looking squarely at the girl.
"He's too far from the stairs to throw 'im down, quine. Stand where ya please," Traytaine had a distraction and didn't use it. Traytaine crossed his arms over the outside of his poncho showing the muscle tone in a subconscious show of force. "What'll it be, laddie?" He raised his brow slightly, the cut along his cheek feeling taught as looked carefully between the two.
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Post by Conner on Aug 24, 2007 8:46:28 GMT 1
I'm gonna' knock his teeth straight down his...Mae Lim?
Conner had a mental double take, the almost identical situation causing him to momentarily question whether this was actually happening, or if he was having some memory lapse or dream. His eyes began to fade out. Conner, for once, began to get lost in thought, only to be snapped back in as he was spoken to.
"What? Oh."
His eyes settled back onto Tray, mentally taking note of Mae-Lim's position on the rooftop. Conner took a stutter step forward, subconciously standing his ground as he crossed his arms in front of his chest. Rolling his eyes, Conner sighed softly in an effort to show he was unimpressed with the hippy in front of him.
"I guess if you want to get your ass handed to you, then go ahead and make a move." Conner paused, remembering the main task at this point. "...Or we can put that agression somewhere else. Isn't that right Mae?"
Conner tossed her a look behind his shoulder, hoping she would back him up in the recruitment of this one. Also, if he decided to make a sudden move, Mae would be watching, and her expression would tip Conner off. Either way, he awaited a reaction from his ally.
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Post by Mae-Lim on Aug 25, 2007 4:31:50 GMT 1
'Quine...?'
Mae-Lim looked towards Traytaine for a few more seconds even after he'd spoken, speaking not a word in response. It was an odd habit of hers. Either she'd get lost in thought after hearing another person out, or simply stare for the sake of staring, she supposed. When Tray's next words were directed towards Conner, Mae-Lim had changed her gaze towards the ex-convict to see what sort of reaction he would make.
Ah, as expected, Conner replied in an arrogant manner, causing there to be a faint smirk on Mae-Lim's face, although it was hardly a noticable one. "Of course" she replied, closing her eyes somewhat and giving two nods at Conner's words. When her eyes opened up again, Mae-Lim had turned in Traytaine's direction, tilting her head somewhat.
Unfortunately for her, it would seem that perhaps she'd need to take over the talking bit for now. Great, she hated talking a lot. "Now, I don't quite remember your name, if you've ever even told me." Mae-Lim began, pausing for a moment to gather her thoughts somewhat. She was no public speaker, or much of a social person so this made trying to convice Tray all the more difficult. Of course, perhaps there would not be any need for it but most people needed more then just "Join us, we are a gang."
"I am the Horseman of Death, Mae-Lim. Conner there and I are part of a gang called Revelation. You may of heard of it through rumours, you may have no clue who we are." And yet another pause. Okay, now what was she supposed to say? Think think think now. It probably wasn't as hard as she made herself think it was.
"I'll cut straight to the chase. We want you to join us. Join us, and, you'll be taking your first step towards freedom. Decline? Well that is your choice I suppose..." She had ended the phrase in an almost threatening tone. What the threatening tone was suppose to symbolise wasn't all too clear. Perhaps the dark-haired girl meant harm would be inflicted on him or maybe she was just being dramatic.
She turned to look at Conner, deciding that perhaps he had something to add. Her proposal had felt so rushed she was sure there was room for any other points, should Conner feel like adding anything. This moment would also be a bit of a chance for Tray to ask questions if he had any.
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Post by traytaine on Aug 25, 2007 4:59:29 GMT 1
Traytaine raised a brow a bit, not picking up on the reason why Conner had rolled his eyes. Or sighed. He wasn't the type to read that deeply into peoples expressions. And not understanding he provoked it himself it left him all the more lost in it's meaning.
About to retort, with nothing too impressive, Traytaine looked to the side as the girls name was spoken. He blinked once to see why exactly she had been pointed too. She wanted to fight him? No, apparently not. "I don't give out me name often." Was his reply, his head shifted to the side a bit as a crink formed in his neck.
Simplistic approach. Traytaine thought as he tweaked his neck to the right, cracking the kink in his neck away with a good bit of effort. "I know that this one," he motioned his head over to Conner. "Is an ass. I remember you were cold, but kind enough I suppose." Which was true. Traytaine didn't seem to say it with anger or amusement though, it was just a fact in his mind.
"Horsewoman of Death. So both o' y'u are'n a gang. Want a cookie?" Obviously not that impressed. Or maybe just put off by Conner's presence. He looked to the side a bit, away from conner, and focused his steel blue eyes sharply onto 'Mae' as he continued to speak. "I dunna like y'ur tone. If you want loyalty, quine, y'u should try to earn it. I ain't bendin' over for either of yea."
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Post by Conner on Aug 25, 2007 9:20:12 GMT 1
"Tch. Don't pretend it would be you, doing us the favor." Conner snickered, shaking his head towards Mae-Lim before setting back on Tray.
"I'm an ass, and she's a bitch. No offense Mae. Both are true, but so is the fact that I don't like you. At all really. However, you can handle yourself in a fight, and you obviously hold little care for your opponent. Really, thats what were looking for. A cold, ruthless warrior. It's true you'd be allying yourself with us, but its not like it would put a damper on any of your plans."
Conner paused, beginning to walk over to the railing of the roof. He slouched and leaned upon it, deciding to continue whether anyone else had decided to try and speak up or not.
"I'm sure you've seen the shit that's been goin' down lately around here. Simply put, this place is becoming way to reminiscent of prison if you ask me. Even the good boys and girls are getting kicked around for nothing, so just think of the size of the pain in the arse this is for me. Or, for you, for that matter."
Conner sighed, turning over to lean upon the railing with his back. He looked from side to side as he raised each arm slowly, one at a time to rest lazily atop it. He took a moment to look at Mae-Lim, though for no other reason than checking out her assets. He turned back to Tray, letting his expression fall back to show he was bored with how the way things were, frankly.
"We're not a fucking cult, we're not Genaht. We don't want you to swear allegiance and all that crap. The only thing we want from you, is to do whatever the hell you want, when you want it. Here's the catch. I'm telling you so you don't have to sit around wondering what the catch is. You aren't to recognize any authority of any kind, unless a direct order is given by one of the Four Horseman. Though those aren't anything to fret about, as its more a point in the right direction for all our freedom more than a command."
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Post by Mae-Lim on Aug 25, 2007 21:51:17 GMT 1
(Kinda wasn't sure what to post, really o.o; Mae-Lim smirked somewhat at Tray's words, shooting a glance at Conner as he spoke before looking back at Tray. Yeah, she didn't expect him to kiss her foot (though if he did, she'd find it highly amusing), but she wasn't about to beg this man to join them. He didn't like her tone? Tough. That's just how she was. As Conner began to talk, mentioning how she was a bitch, Mae-Lim only gave a shrug and replied "None taken" when Conner mentioned how he didn't mean any offense. Hell, she knew she wasn't the nicest person around. She kind of felt relieved when Conner was doing all the talking, probably saying things that were much more effective then her approach. What could she say? She didn't really know how to talk to people and she wasn't planning on changing that soon. After all, she was only ever a tiny bit nicer to others she respected. There wasn't anything she could think of that she could add, so for the moment she stood there silently, shifting her eyes to look anywhere else other then either male here on the roof with her. She was deep in thought, you could say, recording everything that was being said, going over certain phrases for any particular reason and silently waiting to see if Tray indeed would join up then. 'Just because of my tone he's declining. He might be too emotional for my taste' she thought. 'Imagine if I give out an order, is he gonna give me attitude just because I didn't sugar-coat my tone?' She didn't know. Frankly she was getting a bit frustrated for some reason and she wasn't sure why. She moved her feet so she could stand a tiny bit differenly, shrugging her shoulders a bit and rolling them back in an attempt to reduce the tension she felt in them. Perhaps she was just too impatient right now.
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Post by traytaine on Aug 26, 2007 1:40:24 GMT 1
Traytaine looked over to Conner, who was snickering. He did little more than acknowledge him by following the equally brutal fighter walk to the edge of the roof. "Least y'ur not a liar." Traytaine muttered in an offhanded tone, his eyes only vaguely staying with Conner at this point. His interest was weighing. He wouldn't fight for people if this is all they could show him.
They were hypocritical, but that's not what clicked them into the 'ignore' section of Traytaine's mind. It was simply their attitude. Conner was agressive, Mae was agressive, Traytaine was about to show both of them his back. "It reminds me of certain places as well," he took his eye contact on either of them. "But I wipe me own arse, I dunna care what ye do with ye'rs." His tone, obviously dismissive, wouldn't show much emotion. He heard what they wanted to say, and he had said his peace as well.
"So 'eres what I'ma do," his right hand shifted back under the poncho, found a pack of cigarettes in his right pants pocket, and pulled it out with a lighter strapped to it with a rubber band. "I keep doin' what I please, and I don't answer to any of ye." Traytaine would turn, pop out a cigarette and light it as he worked his way lazily to the stairwell door. If Conner or Mae tried to stop him by stepping in front of him his reaction would be quite simple. He'd puff smoke in their face and nudged them, firmly, out of his way.
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Post by Conner on Aug 26, 2007 5:05:33 GMT 1
Conner's perspective "I'd be careful if I were you. The last person to turn me down and walk towards that door ended up in the hospital.... I believe he slipped and fell down those stairs." The threat was blatant, but in Conner's eyes it was much more a fair warning than anything else. He didn't like Tray as it was, and he would gladly beat him down now though truth was if he declined, it would only be inevitable for his beatdown anyways. Ironic, that this was the closest Conner would get to looking out for someone other than himself, or possibly Mae. Before Tray would have time to respond however, there were thudding footsteps coming from the staircase. The kind that wanted you to make sure you knew someone was coming. The kind that demanded their presence be known, the presence of Authority. The Watcher's Perspective "Tobacco use on school grounds is completely prohibited." The Watcher smiled, content that he actually had some work to do today. He was beginning to feel that their presence had indeed scared all the kids into complete obediance, making his job pointless. Military life was all good and well for violence, but this allowed so much more freedom, so he wanted to keep his job. Good thing rooftops always held the smoking kids. "Also, you're late for class. Two offenses punishable by the second level at my preference." He snapped out his baton, ready to strike in the case the one at the door was stupid enough to make any sudden movements already. Conner's Perspective Conner once again had the urge to do some major damage, almost charging directly into the back of Tray and knocking him and the Watcher both down the stairs. With the bodies to walk on, Mae wouldn't get blood on her shoes. It amazed him what a gentleman he could be at times. He prepared for the charge, though hesistated after a thought crossed his mind. The situation wasn't all that good, but hey, one could always twist things couldn't they? "Hey. You can pick now. You either accept it now, or we'll leave you to get your ass beat down. Sure, you could beat this Watcher on your own, however unlikely, but think, would you be able to before he calls for back up? Better think quick, time's up." A sly grin crawled upon Conner's face; he was beginning to understand why Seth enjoyed his games so much.
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Post by Mae-Lim on Aug 26, 2007 6:10:34 GMT 1
(Can't...concentrate...If something seems out of the time-frame tell me)
Mae-Lim's eyes lowered somewhat as she pushed herself away from the door. She began to walk out a bit, letting Tray walk away. She wasn't going to stop him. She cared little for if he wished to join or not, which was probably why she wasn't the best out there to have been sent to recruit. She simply did not have the patience for it. What Conner spoke however had Mae intrigued. Hospitolised huh? Well well, the thought of beating someone up who didn't wanna join had always played in her mind (though she'd probably never do it), she was ALMOST surprised Conner had done so. Almost.
She stopped walking after nearing Conner, taking a spot by his side. There was no certain reason why, merely that Mae-Lim felt the need to stand near someone. It was always like that anyway. Kind of like a little side-kick following around. After-all, Mae-Lim never really had any friends at this school (which is why she would often hang around her brother so much at first), so perhaps some part of her was a bit clingy to whoever she considered something other then a random pig.
Mae's eyes had shot towards the Watcher, her heart almost skipping a beat. She never expected to be in their presence, at least, not at a moment like this. The words he spoke however pointed out who he was mainly talking to. She was starting to be thankful that she'd gotten away from the door, even if she'd only been near it. She didn't want to be anywhere near a watcher, not out of cowardice, but obviously no one really liked them. Maybe there was a bit of fear in her reasoning? Who knew?
Mae-Lim looked up towards her side, the only way she could look at Conner's face (since she was kinda short in comparison). She saw what kind of mind-game he was playing, and it almost made her shiver. Her head turned back to look at Tray, her eyes staring at him intensely, far more then curious to see what course of action he would take. She felt like she was watching people play a game and that had always been exciting in a way.
"You'd really attack a watcher...?" Mae-Lim asked softly, possibly only loud enough for Conner to hear if he heard her at all. There wasn't much emotion in her words, however if one listened closely enough, the words did have a speck of concern in them.
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Post by traytaine on Aug 26, 2007 21:25:51 GMT 1
Traytaine didn't look over his shoulder. He'd played this dance with Conner once before. Wouldn't make much difference if the roles were reversed. Besides, he was a good distance off. And the roof was plenty loud. There wasn't much else Conner could say to convince him to join up with their little horse 'n pony show. Although, a large guy with a baton wasn't something he had counted on being an equation either.
"Good thing I dunna 'ave any Tobacco. Just a cig," he took a small breath inward, didn't let it pass his lungs, and then blew it out through his pursed lips as he thought over his options. Option one. Get smacked around with a metal stick until he could shove the bastard down the stairs and hope he didn't remember him when he woke up, risking getting pushed down by Conner at the same time. Or trust him and Mae to lend a hand. Pick ye'r poison laddie, he thought as he fiddled his left hand in his pocket, hidden under the poncho.
"Don't suppose I could get a warnin' mm?" Traytaine wasn't expecting an answer. Didn't need one either. The Watchmen was hesitating to find out just how many students he would have to beat down, no doubt. "I think y'er full o' shit lad," He saida s he looked over to Conner, his teeth rolling the stick between his lips left and right. "Prove to me ye got a spine, an' well see 'bout joinin' ye'r lil horse and pony show."
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Post by Conner on Aug 26, 2007 23:50:10 GMT 1
The Watcher's Perspective He gave them an order, and they were still talking? Ridiculous, and disrespectful. That's what it was. The one in front of him not only talked back, but dared to ignore him and turn his head. A mistake that would cost him. With the baton already extended and prepared, the Watcher gave a very short and quick jab into the midsection, the tip of the baton striking into Tray's solar plexus. With his head turned the other way, and already no reaction time even if he was watching, the strike would be a sure hit from someone who'd done this many, many times before. This would cause Tray to stumble back, if not doubling him over entirely. The Watcher took a step forward, preparing to swing down with the baton as he felt arms wrap around his waist. He brought his left elbow back hard, driving it into what felt like the cheekbone or the top of the skull. The resistance faded as he saw the orange shirt male stumble back towards the door way. He stood up straight, standing where he could see any of the three make any sudden movements. "That was a mistake. It won't take long for the others to get here..." The Watcher trailed off, as his hand went to his belt, feeling around for his radio. Conner's Perspective "Mae...the better question suited to me would be 'would you really NOT attack a watcher?'" Conner grinned again, looking down at Mae as he rubbed her head, messing up her hair once more. It was becomming a usual gesture between the two, though one he still hoped would irk Mae-Lim everytime. He winked at the girl as he pushed himself off the railing, moving towards the Watcher and Tray, not responding to the hippy, in part do to the fact he was attacked. The Horseman of War had effectively gotten behind the Watcher, lunging forward and wrapping his arms in a bearhug around his waist. The Watcher's elbow came, it was quicker than Conner expected, and when it crashed into the side of his face it hurt more than he thought it would. Conner stumbled back against the wall, throwing his hand out wildly to close the door in what looked like an accidental reaction to the hit. The Watcher spoke up, feeling around his waist for his radio. Conner stood straight up, grinning even as his cheek began to feel wet from what was probably a gash. Conner raised his right hand, shaking the walkie talkie in his hand as he moved completely in front of the door. "Let's get something straight. I'm not asking for a 'we'll see.' You either give in now, or I'll just give this fucker back to that fucker. Conner grinned wider, shaking the radio again as he nodded towards the Watcher, who looked at him in wide disbelief. "What? I'm blatantly displaying I was a convict, and you're surprised I'm good at stealing things?"
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Post by Mae-Lim on Aug 27, 2007 1:18:58 GMT 1
(Not much for me to do, so, if you need to after, keep posting without me)
Mae frowned somewhat at his response, groaning as he proceeded to mess her hair. Oh boy how she had half-expected this to happen, and yet for some odd reason it still surprised her. Conner would of probably noticed how angry it had made her, however it was more of an irritated look. Oh how she felt like smacking him right then, however Conner had already begun to walk.
Fixing her hair, she simply watched him go. Ugh, he always made her feel like a child when he did that but still, she couldn't bring herself to hate him. 'You better be careful' she thought, crossing her arms and leaning back on the railing. She wasn't going to go in there because quite frankly she knew all she'd do was get in the way. They could handle it, hopefully, but was there REALLY a way to get away with it all? And what about her? Was she going to be in trouble for some reason, too?
Mae-Lim kept her self-appointed duty as an observer, and simply watched to see what would happen. Should she find a time, she may jump in and help out (if she felt it necessary).
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Post by traytaine on Aug 27, 2007 2:24:34 GMT 1
Traytaine felt a sudden thud to his stomach, something smaller than a fist pushing into his stomach. His left hand pushed into his pocket, his right hooked down and batted the object away as though he thought it could continued forward and skewer him. His eyes hadn't succumbed to the void, at least not yet, and this worried him. If it weren't for the constant pounding he gave his own body he would be doubled over from the surprise blow.
He nudged himself back, just out of range from the baton. Holding his stomach Traytaine slid his fingers into the rings that he kept in his left pocket. While he did this the Watchmen was being distracted by Conner, and from Traytaine's angle it was quite apparent what his goal was. Good thing the Watcher wasn't paying enough attention to his belt. Otherwise this little stand off would have ended allot faster. And assuredly not in his favor.
"Yer pure mad dafty, but ah suppose i'll jist huvv tae thole ye." Traytaine blinked, heaved a good sized sigh, and spoke again. It was rare, but it happened on occasion. "I'll be enlisting. We take out t'is bastard, an' I'll even fuckin' tell ya my name." He bit out sharply, his eyes now not leaving the Watcher who was in such a position that all three of them could be seen. But he wouldn't be charging in blind. He wasn't there mentally yet. He wanted to get a blind shot. Assuming Conner didn't decide to tell him it was his turn to take a shot.
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Post by Conner on Aug 27, 2007 22:57:05 GMT 1
Conner blinked, only understanding half of what the hippy said. Luckily, the half he did was the part where he agreed. The horseman prepared to lunge forward, intent on smashing the radio over the Watcher's head. However, at the last second he had yet another idea. Man, with the way his mind was working today, he might be the new thinker of the group!
But that's not as fun as his current job.
"Mae." Conner called out to his companion, tossing the radio over to her, really hoping she could catch. "Listen in, make sure we're in the clear. Plus, we bring that thing back to Seth and we might get a treat." Conner smirked, turning back to the Watcher who was becomming furious.
Conner began to walk towards him slowly, almost predatorily. The distance the Watcher had between Tray and Conner was steadily decreasing, beginning to make himself feel entrapped. The Watcher took a step towards Conner, swinging the baton in a wide arc towards Conner's head. The Horseman of War leaned his upperbody back, irking the Watcher with a "Whoa! Almost!"
While Conner felt he could of added his own counter at this point, there was still a risk of getting struck once again. Instead, he had gotten the Watcher to take his eyes of Tray, baiting him to come in and give a cheap shot. Whether he took it or not didn't matter to Conner. If he did, great. It made this all the more easier. If not, well, he'd just finish it on his own like he always did.
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Post by Mae-Lim on Aug 28, 2007 0:26:40 GMT 1
Mae-lim watched as the contraption wizzed through the air towards her. She gave a bit of a hop and brought her hands up, catching the object somewhat before it slipped out, whirled through the air and was caught again more agressively this time. Mae brought the radio to her chest in a sort of a hug, making sure she had it firmly this time before taking a glance at Conner again.
"Listen in, make sure we're in the clear. Plus, we bring that thing back to Seth and we might get a treat."
Mae-Lim nodded and took a look at the radio. She'd never used one of these however she was sure they weren't too hard to figure out. In fact, after observing it a little, she had managed to figure out what did what. 'Alright now to listen in...' she thought, bringing the 'speaker' to her ear and focusing on trying to hear something. Anything. Her eyes lit up a second when she finally heard a few words.
"Looks like we're in the clear. For now." she said back, bringing the radio back to her ear and looking over the railing of the roof. There weren't many people outside, and that hadn't exactly surprised the girl. Still she decided to keep an eye out in case she'd spot anything of interest shifting her gaze towards Conner, Tray and the Watchman and then looking back after a while.
"Could they REALLY take a Watcher down...?" she whispered to herself. "I suppose it's easier when it's two on one..." Mae-Lim bit her lower lip and sighed internally. This was supposed to have been a simple recruitment.
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Post by traytaine on Aug 28, 2007 0:26:54 GMT 1
Traytaine, not being as agressive or vicious as he normally could be, didn't take the first chance he could get. When Conner took the slow walk forward he had the chance, could have shot forward before the walkie-talkie could have been tossed off to the girl. "That's why I don't give out my name lad. People use them too often." He scowled a bit, his eyes growing harder still. He was already entertaining the thought of kicking Conner down the stairwell the moment he opened the door. Regretted that he didn't do it the first time.
But for now he'd do exactly what he said he would do. Traytaine waited, smirked as he saw the wide Arc being sent toward Conner, and launched forward. His left arm wrapped quickly around the Watchers' neck, and his right grabbed his left wrist. Put pressure, pulled, flexed, and in a few seconds the bastard would be unconscious. Sixty seconds later he might let go. Even if his ribs were beaten into his lungs, he had no intention of letting go. "Start swinin' ya lil' bastard."
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Conner
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I R HURT
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Post by Conner on Aug 28, 2007 0:56:21 GMT 1
The Watcher's Perspective The one that took his radio was really starting to piss him off. He hadn't caused any damage to him at this point, but he had annoyed him to the point where he just wanted to kill the little shit. He missed with the baton, so he slid his left foot forward, intent on getting so close that he wouldn't be able to move. However, something threw that plan off. The smoker began an attack from behind, and while the Watcher hadn't been looking at him, he didn't forget he was there. Conveniently already in place to react, the Watcher instantly tucked his chin to his right shoulder, causing Tray's hold to go accross his mouth rather than neck. His free left hand moved up to grasp the smoker's choking arm, the trained Watcher bending his knees and torquing low to his right. With the added pull from his left hand, Tray would find himself flipped over the Watcher's shoulder in a simple shoulder throw, effectively preventing Tray's hold from ever fully establishing itself. The Watcher felt a moment's satisfaction, and raised his baton. Conner's perspective While Conner thought Tray would have had an easier time merely punching him in the back of the head, the hippy seemed to have a different idea and attempted to choke out the Watcher. Chances were, the Watcher was better trained than anyone else here, so Conner made a mental note to avoid interactions like that himself. Instead, almost right after Tray would land on his back, Conner jumped forward. With a bent right leg, his knee would smash directly into the Watcher's face, who was slighlty bent forward from the throw. Conner's left foot would land just on the other side of Tray, and both hands would go for the right arm with the baton, grasping at the wrist. He pulled back on the arm as the momentum from the knee to the face caused the Watcher to move backwards. With a sharp turn of the wrist in his hands, Conner caused the grip to loosen just enough so his left hand could slide up and easily pull the baton out of the Watcher's hand. With a barely concious Watcher being held up by his arm by Conner, and bleeding from his broken nose, Conner turned his head a moment to look back at Tray. Grinning small before turning back to the body in his grasp, where his grin grew sickeningly wide. Conner swung the baton in a low angle underneath the outstretchd arm, striking the Watcher in the exposed right set of ribs. He fell to a half laying, half sitting position, yelling and wincing from the pain of the blow. He looked up at Conner, who remained grinning, even as he slammed the baton down once more, opening a wide gash accross the Watcher's forehead. "I like your toy. I think I'll keep it."
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