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Post by Valencia Donahue on Dec 13, 2007 21:05:26 GMT 1
((OOC: Assuming that the gym/auditorium whuhver matter is the way it’s described, here goes and I’ll edit if there’s anything that needs fixing. It doesn’t really affect the Alkaiser and MacMillan thingy anyhow.)) Right after August opened up the floodgates, Valencia was glad that she had the instincts and intellect to not stand or be anywhere near where practically everyone was going to head. Getting trampled isn’t a fun experience. While that was going on, MacMillan pretty much threatened to lay the smackdown on anyone he and the Watchers deem as threats. Now, Valencia didn’t like to consider herself an open threat. In fact, she preferred if people didn’t know that she’s a potential threat, even though she wasn’t remotely aware that the Pillars’ folks and homies were marking her. In short, she was facing a dilemma and that was to continue her low profile status or to risk getting the snot beaten out of her. She can take several blows and return a few too, but she wanted to have that future of hers that the blasted principal once dangled in front of her on a thin thread. After a couple photos and moments of ruminating, she tried to digest the sickening aura behind her and set guts and intellect aside to work with her impulse. I’ll just pretend that none of this is on my mind and help out the folks who need to get outta here!Well, at least Alkaiser’s buddies have something to watch now, but if Valencia knew, she’d be pretty miffed that someone thinks that she can’t take care of herself. Some of the stage ninjas under Alkaiser’s employ are from the Network, after all, and they know that if anyone can use their surroundings like a guerilla fighter, Valencia is that someone with years of situational improv under her belt. Plus, she’d be annoyed with the strategy, using needed manpower on something trivial like watching over her… She made a beeline for Annette and Sean, since Sean was doing his bodyguard thing and Annette, though spunky for her stature (she stabbed people with her pen with every chance she got to defend herself), was clearly in danger. She stole up on the two and caught them by surprise to almost warrant a beating of her own until she quickly explained herself over the din of chaos. “I know another way out aside from the exits being closed again! You’ll get your story—Just get out of here first!” [ANNETTE]: “Hamilton, I’m flattered that you know I’m not the sort to put myself into the fetal position that the principal is suggesting, but I can take these people on! Trust me, and how do I know—” [SEAN]: “GO! GO!!” Valencia didn’t wait for the short editor to complete and looped an arm around her to pull her where she wanted, which was to the stage itself. Sean headed off to assist Genaht as Valencia was glad that her ballroom dancing lessons lessened the resistance the Tracker editor was putting up—controlling people’s movements through shifting their balance, y’see. There’s a door on the side of the stage where stage ninjas can access “hell”, like where the trapdoors lead and where some equipment are stored. If there’s one way out, it’s that way, providing that Annette and whomever else Valencia assists can slink past the Watchers keeping the place under tight watch. Watchers are always bad news no matter where they are, but at least it’s a lot less chaotic through this exit. Ha ha. MacMillan and “hell”… Devil… Hell… I’ll stop now.Once she helped Annette all the way to the stage where she handled the rest, she caught a glimpse of a chair being thrown and Gladys within the throwing the radius. Cripes…She headed back in towards the lesbian badminton/tennis player and did the same as she did for Annette, but couldn’t find Ruth anywhere in sight. But if Valencia could find her, she’d find Ruth pretty much causing as much hullabaloo as possible while throwing chairs and beating pretty much anyone within her reach. Quite frankly, she didn’t care much for order as long as Revelation brings the changes she wants. As for Valencia, she just wanted to get out of this in one piece and if anyone gets in her way, may God be merciful that they miss her nerves. Soooo so tempted to beat up random cheerleaders in the confusion, like the one that proposed a date with her… Seriously now, what do preppy cheerleaders and the trash don’t have in common? At least the trash gets taken out once a week! HA. Alrighty… Silly brain needs to stop making bad funnies…
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Post by Gilsin on Dec 14, 2007 5:29:22 GMT 1
Ein was maneuvering through the rioting gym at a good pace. Many of the students had grown to know the Varronite and they could all tell he wasn't in the most pleasant of moods. Even so, those that chose to strike out at him were generally punched harshly or shoved forcefully out of the way. Ein wasn't going to waste time with lackeys and fools.
His intention was to head for the head itself. He was after Calloway. Genaht members would moving quickly, many more than the six originally ordered moving to each door. Ein knew as much would happen, there was alot of confusion and the members would flock to the doors before moving to the walls. It was nature, as such it would be much similiar to 10 to 15 at each door, with afew heading straight for the walls to reinforce the Watchers.
Ein could only hope that the trained men would see the Genaht as temporary ally in the least. That would be roughly 150 enforcers, against several hundred students. Many non-combatants, and afew even heading the orders given by the Principal himself.
The Leader of Genaht would be very close to the door when Velway let his fools in. The Leader of some supposed gang that had never done much of anything to Ein's memory. He was very near to nothing in the Varronite's mind and was promptly ignored. Ein was searching for Seth, and while he couldn't see that man at this second, he knew who would be close to him in this fight.
And it wasn't hard to find Connor. The Genaht were moving closer to the door and it showed as the Horseman of War launched one of the Genaht members down the stairs. Seth was near and the Genaht leader wasn't about to let him escape.
The doors would be open, and Connor was making a path for another. Ein wasn't picky and he would move through just as quickly, letting the large man fight to let his comrades through. He would be busy until he slipped out the door and by then, Ein was already out there waiting for him.
The black cloth covering the lips would be removed, the mop would be liberated from it's current spot and if possible would have already been used on August to keep him quiet. Ein wasn't too far behind after all and it wasn't like Connor would notice much of a ruckus, he was in the middle of a huge one.
Should that much succeed, with August temporarily out of the way, Ein would be ready. He would strike at Connor without provocation as he exited. The strike would be strong, harsh and brutal. Partially for Revenge, mostly to finish the Horseman off to go after the head.
"Horsenan off foar..."
The words would tumble out as he struck, poorly formed as it was hard to speak with no lips to show for it.
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Post by Vince on Dec 14, 2007 6:06:22 GMT 1
Somewhat small man, Running with a chair, through a legion of Genaht aiming to attack Vince.
A snowball had a better chance in hell.
Four Genaht members were on Kayar immediately, and two more would join in to grab the chair and rip it from the man's hands. To say the least Kayar would soon be having an excessively bad day, if he would get out with only two broken ribs he'd be lucky. But giving that kind of leniency to that large of an idiot simply wasn't how Genaht functioned and certainly how they earned their reputation.
Vince would be moving slowly after Ein. While Ein excelled at pushing his way through crowds and his aura and reputation freed him from many attacks.
Vince wasn't as lucky, he had a pair of Genaht to help him out and he simply couldn't make the progress fast enough. It was a losing battle, even more so when a group plowed in through the door and pushed the crowds back. Vince was almost giving up getting to Ein when he caught sight of a very certain someone.
The blonde haired oriental didn't exactly stick out, but when paired with a certain big dumb oaf bodyguard they made abit more sense. It wasn't long before he was fighting towards the small group.
"Hello Val, Hello Lovely. I'd imagine we're making some kind of escape and I need to get to Ein. He's going to be needing some help."
It wasn't long before the two Genaht with Vince would be running off with Sean and Vince following close behind Valencia and the diminutive Annette. He only hoped he could get there in time.
In time for what, Vince didn't know. If he did, he might be rushing even more than he was currently.
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Post by Cale Rosiér on Dec 14, 2007 10:56:37 GMT 1
"Go guys, go! Serious time!"
Cale began to shuffle out and lead the pack of crawling Hircinauts along the wall as stealthily as possible. He was intent to get out as quickly as possible. They were nearing the door, escape was seeming probable. There would be a lot of mayhem to push through once they got there, but so long as nothing serious came into play, Rosiér planned to lead the charge in getting the team right the hell out of there.
Still...just before he reached the door, he looked back and saw the supreme injustice being unleashed on so many innocent students. The Watchers were having a field day, sure, but the real asshats were students cashing in on this carnival of violence. Guys were kicking students while they were down, money was being stolen, rivalries were raging, and one-sided fights were going down all over the place. As much as Cale needed to be in prime condition for the match tonight, his actual desire was getting the best of him. Passion began to take the wheel for a moment, against his better judgement.
"Go! Leave!" shouted Cale to the team.
As he walked into the melée, kicking people off of each other and shouting his mouth off, he realized that the battle was getting way out of hand. There was nothing he could do to stem the flow of violence that was about to be unleashed. When he looked back to try to vacate the premisis like he had planned, the mob had completely engulfed him. A few fists were being thrown, but thankfully no one seemed to be interested in him at the moment. The navy and gold 10 or 11 soldiers that had marched to the door seemed to be running into problems at the door, but there was nothing he could do about it.
"Nothing to do but look out for #1 from here on out."
Noting a Watcher, whipping the shit out of some chubby kid, he waited for the hesitant swing where the baton stalled for just an instant, hanging in the air. He grabbed it, forcing it out of his hands and swimming into a mob of kids where he could stuff it under his baggy sweatshirt and looked for a group of kids that were complying with authority to lay down next to. He darted in and out of the crowd, quickly finding a good, safe place. He crawled up next to a couple girls that were on the ground with their hands on their heads.
"Haha, ho buddy. Seriously times, here. Serious times."
The Watchers were already looking to some of the other wrestlers that had not sided with Cale in the beginning to see if they'd stolen the night stick. Rosiér was still searching though...just waiting for the fruit of righteous violence to be ripe for the picking. He still had no plan, but at least he had a weapon. He just hoped the other wrestlers had saved their skins by now.
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Post by Director Troutman on Dec 14, 2007 20:30:49 GMT 1
ooc: It will suffice. Bear in mind I wasn't trying to offend you with what I said in my PM, it's because I've other places MacMillan needs to be (the irony isn't lost, bearing in mind your last line). Anyway, yeah, from the end of this, please consider MacMillan no longer present in the auditorium.
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It could be viewed in so many ways...To the die-hard rebels in the student mass, they were into the penultimate confrontation of their cause, taking on the near-entire force of Hircines Watchers with the chance of victory. To the regular students who had not seen this coming, it was pandemonium, an explosion of fear and violence that almost none of them would be lucky enough to avoid...To MacMillan, it was just another battle he was at the forefront of. Just with chairs and fists instead of guns and bombs...Still, he was tiring of watching these students create a mess in his school, and with a nod to the six who stood at the front of the stage, they made the move they had been holding back.
So simple, and completely within legal requisites, the half-dozen small objects that soared through the air would most likely go unnoticed by the majority of the students, thrown in two sets of three...The first would explode into large plumes of acrid smoke, spreading quickly through the main floor within seconds...CS gas (pepper spray grenade), a popular riot control device, and something that caused almost instant prostration...Students were likely to have no better defence than to simply hit the ground, but for those who didn't, the follow-up was something much more painful.
The hornets nest, that's what they'd often called them in training...Another nifty riot control device, designed to detonate in crowds and disperse a number of solid rubber pellets at high velocity. Combine that with CS gas, and you have a good old fashioned sensory overload. The students, likely unable to see and with their skin reacting to the painful gas, would be struck down by the sudden spray of pellets, unable to think, unable to react, only to feel pain and panic...
The Watchers, of course, had been pre-informed. Whilst they had no way of knowing WHEN the effort was going to be made, they at least knew more than the students and immediately backed away, knocking the students in toward the centre of the room and moving themselves toward the outside before the mist reached them. The students, it would seem, would not know what had hit them. Who could have really expected such a strategy to be used, in a school? But then, considering MacMillan had been privy to much of the legislature that permitted the Watchers presence, he was also more than aware of the other methods he could use to discipline his students.
To that note, however, MacMillan would turn and make his way out of the auditorium, intent on leaving through the backstage exit again, before a swift commotion emerged behind him. Spinning on his heels, his face quickly struck a frown as he saw the Watchers take an ambush...A careless endeavour on their part, considering they should have been keeping better watch, but not his problem now. He had made a firm enough break into the students spirits once again, and was content to retire to his office. Why waste effort on a battlefield when your soldiers are winning the war?
Of course, one student seemed to be keen on suffering, and when the red-haired youth made his presence fully visible, the elder male spoke but a single phrase, his eyes fixed on the individual in front of him.
"You're in my way, boy...."
Knowing full well that if Alkaiser were brash enough to attempt attacking him the boy would be swiftly dealt with, Liam made no pause in his stride as he walked away, his pace calm and premeditated, a sharp contrast to the chaos occurring behind him. Within a mere ten minutes, in the rare chance the students were able to somehow fight through both the Watchers and the crowd control actions taken, a final division of Watchers would show up once again, in an eerie echo to the force that showed up against Stern Mason....
'Foolish brats....'
His hand gripped the door handle, and with a push he stepped back into his office before pausing in the doorway, a moments surprise at the two faces who would likely greet him, slowly shifting to a short grin that rose up at the corners of his lips....
"Well, perhaps I can amuse myself after all....."
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Post by Kayar on Dec 14, 2007 21:15:25 GMT 1
Ooc: Shit... shit shit shit. I feel very much like an idiot right now. I didn't exactly realize Vince was in the MIDDLE of a bunch of Genaht members. Wonderful. But you know, I thank MacMillan for that gas.
Ic: Kayar was thrown to the floor in an instant. Painfully. What with several smelly Genaht armpits in his face, it was pretty hard to breathe. It got worse when they really started hitting him. Oh well. He had given a valiant, if incredibly un-strategic effort. Waiting to feel the inevitable pain of his chest collapsing, he suddenly heard a "hiss" sound. And all at once the weight was off him. He glanced around, and, now with no human body parts in the way of his face, began to breathe.
Wrong move. Suddenly Kayar knew why the Genaht members had fallen off him. He clutched at his now-aching chest, his lungs burning within, starting to cough. He fought it back. Maybe his stamina from running helped, maybe his knowledge of breathing patterns from the sport. He held his hands over his face and breathed into them shallowly. It still was enough to burn, but not the powerful burning he'd felt moments before. He took the chance and lifted up his head slightly. The gas stung his eyes, and he winced, looking back down to the floor. From the glimpse he had gotten, he could see many students had sprawled on the floor. The Watchers had either retreated from the area or had fallen with the students. He couldn't tell which.
What a way to go... he thought miserably. So, the plan had collapsed already. So soon. He hadn't even begun to fight. Well, stupid historical quotes aside, it was also true that the riot may have at least been enough of a distraction for Seth and the others to do whatever they needed to do. On the other hand, if this was true, and Kayar's part was done, maybe it was his chance to get something else out of the way.
He needed to find a Watcher. His skin was starting to burn, every part of his body felt the pain, but he couldn't let that stop him. If anything, it would be his pure stamina that would get him out of the room. After a few more breaths into his hand, he held it, closed his eyes, pushed himself up to a crouching/crawling position, and began moving in a blind shamble in the direction he took to be the nearest exit, averting the other fallen students as well as he could. Of course, there would be Watchers at the door, the synapses of his brain that were not experiencing pain told him that. Well, he'd see what could be done when he got to it. The rest of him was focused on getting to where he was going.
Where he could escape the pain.
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Post by Valencia Donahue on Dec 15, 2007 18:47:49 GMT 1
((OOC: ::adjusts Time-Space Continuum:: Just catching up.))
[ANNETTE]: “Oh, hi there! You know Hamilton too? If so, TELL HER TO LET ME GO! THOSE HOWLERS AND PREDATORS AREN’T GONNA GET THE JUMP ON THIS STORY WITHOUT ME!!”
[GLADYS]: “She’s trying to help us, you know. Don’t take it too personally, but you’re more likely than the rest of us to get hurt.”
It wasn’t easy for Valencia to have Annette make her escape, obviously. Even Gladys seemed to have trouble. If anything, the Vietnamese stuntwoman was glad that Vince showed up for the purpose of helping them escape through the “hell” portion of the stage. Her somewhat pleading look was enough to suggest that his appearance was highly appreciated. Then, several things whizzed overhead and if it didn’t go overhead and she wasn’t right beneath where they were thrown, she probably would’ve been a goner. Valencia ought to become a psychic. The place did become a gas chamber. Now, she would’ve been mentally saying even more ludicrous comments if it weren’t for one thing… She can take all sorts of injuries, but once you assault her senses, you might kill her. With Vince here, he might put two and two together that Valencia might feel much more pain than your average student being gassed. She covered her head and face with her overcoat, knowing all too well that it won’t last long unless they all got outta here… She still didn’t know where Ruth was, but there was a sinking feeling that she’ll find out much, much later.
DAMMIT!!
Dennis of the Howler was one of the students who made it out when August’s group opened the doors briefly. After hearing about the sort of hell that’s beginning to break loose within the auditorium/gymnasium, he was deathly glad that he always thought of numero uno first and foremost. Richard, Brad, and Eric of the Keystone Predator weren’t as lucky. While Eric knew that the principal wasn’t one to pull punches, it wasn’t as though the columnist saw this coming. He had to admit, it wasn’t a stupid idea to control a riot using CS gas and the like, but it really, really sucked that he had to be in that riot with Richard and Brad. Brad wrote down some of the last details and Richard was already beginning to feel the taxing effects of the gas while defending the reporter. Eric didn’t believe that staying around any longer was a good idea, even to see if the other members of the newsgroup were alright. With a tug, he got the editor and the reporter to head towards the stage as fast as they could before either of them dropped where they stood.
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Post by Seth Calloway on Dec 16, 2007 7:48:27 GMT 1
(Small rewind, just to explain everything.)
More Watchers spilled into the room, filling it even further with those in the principal's employ. Seth's face never lost its confidence, however, instead it seemed to gain even more, if it were even humanly possible.
Concentrating your strength, hm? It's almost as if this were a battlefield.
Seth had no idea of what sort of past the principal had, but the longer this confrontation went, the more it seemed to resemble an actual war. The difficulty for the principal lay in the fact that Seth desired such a thing, and in fact, had been attempting to encourage things to escalate. The sophomore remained standing where he was, silently waiting for one last thing to fall in place.
Soon enough, August's Renegades charged in through the doors, the sudden attack and sheer amount of them overwhelming the Watchers gathered at the entrance closest to the Horsemen. It was perfectly timed, causing Seth's respect for the Horseman of Persecution's abilities to rise even higher than before. Without a moment's hesitation, he grabbed Mae-Lim by the wrist, pulling her gently but firmly along with him as he moved towards the exit.
"We're leaving. It's time to finish this."
The moment the two were outside the doors, Seth glanced back, making sure the other Horsemen had made it as well. If others managed to make it out as well, then so be it, but the four of them had tasks to accomplish aside from the general violence within. The sophomore stopped sprinting, watching with mild interest as Conner worked to keep other students from escaping, while at the same time fishing out his cell phone from his pocket. He turned away from the scene, more intent on the instructions he was about to give over the phone.
"It's me. Lock it down, and put out the fire. I'll be there in a few minutes."
The response was almost immediate, as the control system implemented by the school during the riot all that time before between Hircine's natives and the Varron transfers came into play. This time, however, it was being directed by someone who no longer agreed with the current administration, and so, was sealing only a certain section of the school; namely, the Gymnasium. However, even as the exits were sealed, the sprinkler system would activate, unintentionally minimizing the gas attack's effectiveness. After all, the plan had simply been to make the students as confused and uncomfortable as possible, driving more of them to the breaking point in order to strike back at the Watchers.
With everything in motion, Seth would snap the phone closed and begin running again, moving at a fairly decent clip, though slowed by the action of him rummaging through his backpack. In a few moments, he would pull out a radio, one of the few captured from the Watchers in the weeks prior to today's event, and which now, would alert him to their movements through the halls. The gang leader wouldn't look back to see who had remained to deal with Ein, as one of the others would remain to deal with him. Instead, he simply assumed the other two would follow him to their destination, in order to deal with the Watchers once and for all.
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Post by Alkaiser on Dec 16, 2007 17:49:39 GMT 1
The principal elects to leave as Steve expected, although he leaves as level-headed and calmly as before any of the movements had began. Steve steps to the side and grants him easy access to the hall, planning to follow behind after a short time. A chill runs down his spine as the man passes. Being that calm was just supernatural...there was something else going on here. Still, now was not the time to change plans, so Alkaiser stomaches the instinct and continues behind the principal.
The devil in the buisiness suit flies through the hallways. He is only walking, but he could very well have beaten some of the slower runners at his current pace. Alkaiser found himself pressed just to keep up, and thus had to concentrate on keeping his distance less. He could have sworn that he saw the horsemen of Revelation down a hallway that he had not followed, but they were mid-plot and so was he, so he did not try to make contact. As MacMillan steps into his office and Alkaiser sees him in, he steps in front of the door like a bouncer on strict orders.
He was to hold the sanctity of the office at all costs. It was now up to Tiao and Darren to finish the job.
Back in the gym, Alkaiser's militia were hitting the ground. They were determined, not irresponsible. Once they had done their part by directing the principal out the correct doors, they could simply protect themselves and still occupy a great deal of watchers with the task of making sure that they didn't get back up. The few following Valencia were forced to increase their efforts, however. The support from Vince was helpful, but Valencia was still in danger. They now run much closer behind, holding chairs up as makeshift shields for the ricocheting rubber to bounce off of. The tiny projectiles never touch the target, but the men had not had the convenience of maintaining their breathing while monitoring the girl. By the time the commotion from the hornet's nest passes, so do they, as they fall to the ground, exhausted.
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Post by Nathan Branigan on Dec 16, 2007 21:30:14 GMT 1
Strolling down the halls with a leisurely pace, devoid of all thought. The day had finally come. Revelation would at this time be in the gym, doing their side of the plan to take care of the Watchers. Once and for all. Nathan Branigan, would be walking to the gym, acoustic guitar slung over his shoulder, one am on the neck to keep it balanced.
From a short distance away, the panic was obvious. The riot had begun. He stayed back and out of sight, waiting for the rest of the students and Watchers to enter the fray. He needed to be out of sight to find Steve in the gym. He couldn't let a few elite guards to get in the way of his job. Upon, getting to the door. He saw the chaos in full. He saw Revelation, Watchers, students, and even Genaht in the fighting. Recalling the failed meeting with Ein, he let out a sigh to relieve the frustration. His interference could very well cost them victory here. But, he had no time for that.
Searching for Alkaiser, the first thing Nathan saw was made obvious. He was not there. "Looks like he's moved on without me, I guess I'll just have to catch up" He said in a 'matter of fact' tone. Then sighting three students being man-handled by a watcher, he decided to help only for an instant until going to the Principal's office to meet with Steve. The man was an expert fighter, that was for sure. However, his back was to Nathan, preoccupied fighting students. He sent a quick blow to the back of the man's head with his guitar, knocking him unconscious. The guitar was school property, so he had no problem possibly damaging it. He dropped it to the ground and turned to head for the office.
Once he arrived, he waved to Alkaiser. Ignoring his tardiness. " 'Sup Steve. Don't tell me, they haven't kicked MacMillan's ass already. If the take too long we may have to do the job ourselves."
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Post by Kabuto Takada on Dec 17, 2007 7:38:36 GMT 1
(( EDIT: Can't throw Molotov Cocktails..Now there are Rules for a riot? WTH?)) Bear threw himself behind some of the Alkaiser Militas chair shields as the pellets from the Hornets Nest bounced around the room.He looked up at determined face of one of the shield holders.
"Mind if i stay here for a second?" he asked with slowly,try to keep his breathing shallow. He had experience with knockout gas from the Riots at Varron Academy.If you didn't take much in,you were up for long enough to do some more damage before it took hold.The man nodded and Bear breathed a sigh of relief. He was safe,for now.Atleast until he could do something.
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Post by Kayar on Dec 18, 2007 22:20:13 GMT 1
---Some moments before---
Almost there...
He was almost to the door. Almost to salvation. But there was something in his way. "Where do you think you're goin'?" asked the Watcher looming in front of the door before him. And it was the same one. A grin broke upon the man's face, as he recognized the kid who'd escaped from him, back in the boiler room.
"Kyle Richard Callahan."
Kayar looked up at him, with a little more than a little bit of surprise. "How do you know... that name?" he managed through the gas.
"I just do. Does it matter? You won't need a name, soon." He began to reach down to grab the sophomore from his crouching/crawling stance.
---Present---
And then the door clicked. And it began to rain.
The relief was there, instant. Not full relief, but enough. It was all Kayar needed. He dropped back onto his back and pushed himself up, kicking upwards with his legs to catch the Watcher full in the face, then swiftly bringing his legs back down as he pushed behind on the floor with his hands, bringing himself into a standing position. The Watcher would stagger back against the locked door, startled, then regaining his composure would go for a grab at Kayar's neck. Kayar would dodge and bring his foot back to prepare another kick with the intention of doing more than just surprising the man. He didn't care what the Watcher had against him. The man was just in his way.
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Post by Felix on Dec 19, 2007 10:51:55 GMT 1
(ooc: Must have misread that last part of the post, modified. and yes, im making my exit after this post, so ill time it in character to make it out before the doors lock down.)
Felix had been sitting calmly to himself as the riot erupted around him. He wondered if he should move, but sitting there peacefully as the mass burst into fighting, screaming and even laughter was good enough for him at the moment. Though he was a little bummed, losing sight of any possible target within the sea of bodies. Students were throwing themselves at each other and then of course towards the Watchers.
'What a day for a riot,' Felix smirked to himself and stood up, replacing his hood as he calmly made his way into the fray. Finding himself a group of three that had been beating on a student already down and possibly unconscious, Felix went to work. He quickly dispatched two of the three, both of his targets not even aware of Felix. The third had turned but it was right into a right hook, slamming into his jaw as he spun to the ground.
Felix was about to walk on as he looked towards the beaten student, and a sudden rush of adrenaline hit him. He was here to stop the riot at all costs, but he was on his own. He couldn't do much, except to fight the mass of students. But that would be tiring, and he would be taken down by the large group. 'The doors, most of them are going to be locked from the outside, but Revlation needs to get out before the blame comes down.'
Felix looked around the walls, trying to find the nearest exit that was guarded by a group of students, whether they were part of a gang or not. Thats when the pepper spray exploded. He saw students go down with rapid fire quickness, scraping at their eyes. He thanked his own faceless god that he had his stormcoat with him and kept the hood pulled far over his eyes, shielding himself. Making his way more slowly towards the exit, three hard slugs pelted into his upper back and right shoulder, making him wince in pain. He wondered for a moment if someone had swung at him, but saw the culprit bounce at his feet.
'Damnit, this is exactly why I should have spoke out against this sooner.' Finally reaching the door, he pushed against the handle and felt little resistance. He quickly backed up and kicked out at the door with enough force to jar whatever it was keeping it closed. Using his body weight, he was able to open the door and step out as quickly as possible. He watched the chaos for one last minute before the doors he just walked out of sealed themselves just as quick as he got them open.
He rushed back to the doors and pounded on them. He sighed and gave up. The roar of the crowd would negate any noise he was making from the outside. walking back until he hit the wall, he let himself slide down it and continued to sit on the floor, the chaos inside was making him agitated. 'And now there all trapped inside, what a mess.' He closed his eyes and continued to sit, catching his breath. "My fights over, if I can call my participation a fight." He laughed and heard his echo until he finally made his way to an empty classroom. He still wanted to find out what went down, though he'd have to wait elsewhere.
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August Velway
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Post by August Velway on Dec 25, 2007 5:51:38 GMT 1
The escape from the school gymnasium was a bit of a hassle, but nothing that August couldn't handle; in fact, it would have been a bit easier for him to get out if Connor hadn't taken the more direct way out.
Well, ain't that just like him...
While Velway meant to mix into the crowd and charge out with a crowd, the Horsemen of War seemed to have other plans; jumping over the mass and crashing into the leading group, McGrath opened a path for August to slip out through and follow him. It was easy, yes, but at the current moment, the idea didn't seem to register in the fellow Horsemen; he didn't understand why they had to alienate everyone else.
Of course, it all made sense once August was safely outside the main doors, and Connor was shutting the main doors from the oncoming flood of student bodies. For a moment August found himself confused; he didn't understand why they would prevent the other students from escaping the Watchers, let alone, keep the entire student body in one place. Wouldn't it be easier to sneak through the building if the Watchers were scattered instead of organized?
But the Horsemen of Persecution knew not to ask questions in such a dire situation. When Connor mentioned that August should grab the nearby mop for use to keep the doors shut, Velway complied. However, as he turned around, he saw the very strip of wood striking down towards him. On instinct, August's left hand struck upward, palm open, to grab the nearest tip of the mop, while his right hand struck forward towards the center of the stick to break the two ends in half. With an end of the stick now conquered as his own weapon, Velway jumped back, ebony eyes now set on Ein Gilsin.
He sure moves fast, and now he's trying to scare me with that ugly flesh of his. Gawd... it's kinda working...
Standing in posture, Velway kept his eyes poised on Gilsin, anticipating an attack, yet yelled towards McGrath, hearing the grind of metallic doors as he screamed out, "We've got company War!"
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Conner
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I R HURT
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Post by Conner on Dec 27, 2007 8:07:18 GMT 1
As the students began to move themselves around the half dozen bodies laying in the way, Conner began to find himself being pushed back. The Horseman of War slid his left foot against the bottom of the door, doing his best to keep leverage. August sure was taking hella long to give him the mop, and even with every muscle in his body, the doors began to inch open.
Luckily, it didn't take long til the sprinklers turned on, and the steel security lockdown doors dropped, almost taking Conner hands in the process. They could mess with the doors all they wanted now, there was now way they'd be moving anywhere now. Conner smirked as his muscles relaxed, turning to face August to give him hell about the mop. As he looked, August only had half the mop it seemed, and it didn't take long for him to look past the fellow horsman to see where the other half was.
Conner grinned now, moving out to August's right to form a triangle like position between the three men. Everyone seemed to have a weapon now but him, but that was okay. Makeshift weapons were normal in juvi, and if mop handles weren't the most common, he didn't know what was. He gave a sideways glance at August before turning his head back to their attacker.
"Itchin' to lose something else, bitch?"
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Post by Auroth on Dec 27, 2007 19:29:26 GMT 1
Auroth was in school the day of the Pep Rally, yet when everyone was called to the Auditorium, the blond thought it was better for him to do something else. After all, School Spirit is pretty lame, and the Warrior wouldn't be able to take the campiness levels that would erupt.
So what did the blond do? What most people do when they skipped class: Just walk around. Usually, most folks would go and meet up with their friends in another class, go smoking, go drinking, walk around with their friends... Or something like that when they played hokey. Auroth, however, was in a rather boring position. Everyone was in the auditorium, Auroth had little to no friends, and he didn't smoke or drink. However, it did not deter the man from his skipping. He'd rather he be enjoying himself alone than be stuck in some small, smelly room with a bunch of dumb jocks, bimbo cheerleaders, and idiotic student sheep.The thought literally sent shivers down his spines. The High school social environment was so... juvenile, the thought of being involved made the man throw up a little.
Continuing on, what Auroth did for what seemed to be a good solid five or ten minutes was just walk all around the school. He gradually became aware of the lack of Watcher presence, as before he would have to play ninja to get around the two man teams. However, today was the Pep Rally, and so of course the Principle would need a more than adequate force to deal with any potential problems. That pretty much left Auroth to be able to do as he wished, for the lack of Watchers was a liberty the blond could easily take advantage of....
Still though, he continued to walk. He didn't want to cause any trouble now. The Watchers were an organized force, and to trifle early on with them would result in getting boned in many ways. So as he walked, the Warrior thought that perhaps he should check in on the Pep Rally. Might as well really, there isn't much else to do than enjoy the school's sordid scenery. So as he walked back to the Auditorium, he heard what sounded like a riot erupt behind the doors leading to the Pep Rally. Quickly the blond proceeded to hide behind a corner, poking his head out to see a few Watchers looking at the door on his side, probably waiting for a few students to break free of the chaos inside so that the Watchers can meet them with batons on their skulls.
"Somethings going on..." The man thought, clutching his fists. "Something big"
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Mae-Lim
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Idiot.
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Post by Mae-Lim on Dec 31, 2007 8:45:08 GMT 1
Everything was happening quite quickly, and Mae barely even had time to think before it was their cue to exit. She let herself be pulled along by Seth, being led out quickly and sprinting along as best she could to keep herself caught up. As Seth would stop however, Mae would retrieve her hand and look around almost in a paranoid fashion. She took a moment to look back at the other two Horsemen, seeing that they had made it out as well, then turned to look down the hall. 'So where is that room exactly?' she thought. That was probably why Seth was to be her "guide" for this.
She blew up at her bangs, who always seemed to find their way into her face, as she waited. Seth began to run off again, and it took Mae-Lim a second to really register it. She took a staggered step forward, groaned, then began to run off after him. It wasn't too difficult to catch up, though, Seth hadn't been moving TOO fast due to his multitasking you could say. Curiousity struck her, and as she caught up her eyes shifted towards what he'd just pulled out of his bag. 'The Radio~'
The further they ran, the more Mae was begining to wish she knew where the bloody room was. It would probably not feel as long of a run if she knew where she was going, however, you can't have everything, ne? So she'd just need to suck it up and be patient. A turn here, and there and eventually the two'd come to a door. Mae-Lim quickly assumed this was it and took the liberty of being the first to go in.
"We won't have to do too much searching, right?" she whispered, taking a hold of the door-knob and feeling glad she could turn it without fail. There was always an annoying feeling she got when a door was locked and you couldn't turn the knob completely. It always made her want to keep forcing at it until it'd do as she willed it. Anyway. She pushed open the door, her eyes widening a little at the sight of all the TV's that displayed practically every inch of the school. 'They really went all out...now where are the fruits of our laboooour?'
Mae-Lim stepped into the room, looking around until her eyes caught sight of another figure. It startled her a little, however she came to the realisation of who it was.
"You came for these, right?" the man said, his arms coming up towards Mae, holding onto certain tapes. Certain IMPORTANT tapes. Mae let a smirk cross her face. "Bingo~" She reached out to the tapes and grabbed them quickly, practically snatching the tapes from the man who'd offered them politely enough. He'd also been the one who provided her with the admission into the room and Mae-Lim had given him not even a thank you in return. Blame her excitement.
She turned away and looked towards Seth, her grip on the tapes strong as though they were the most precious of objects.
There was a certain excitement that filled the Horseman of Death. She couldn't stop grinning, however that look always made her look slightly psychotic. It couldn't be helped.
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Kayar
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Post by Kayar on Jan 1, 2008 6:52:52 GMT 1
OOC: Now that the second half-thread of this is up, I'll assume that all in-gym activities stay here, and all out-gym activities are there. Therefore, since I'm out of the way right now anyway, not really effecting anyone, I'll go ahead and post here. There should technically be half as many people posting here than there was before, now with the other thread. Hope no one minds.
IC:
This was not good.
Kayar's kick had connected at the Watcher's face, but as he brought his foot down again it was grabbed before he was ready. The man had his ankle locked in his grip, and it had only taken him one hand. His speed had been well enough that Kayar had barely registered before the other fist slammed into his gut. Through the pain he managed to move his arms back to catch himself on the wooden floor, bringing his other leg down. He could kick out with it, but at the same time he knew it would be useless, the man would be able to catch that leg as well, and then where would he be?
Not good at all.
"Is that all ya got? C'mon! I wanna hear you scream!" the man twisted his right ankle as he spoke. Slightly. No, he wasn't going to break it. Not immediately. He just wanted the boy to feel pain. To be tortured, without the use of his legs, with one in such pain...
Something rolled to a halt just above his head. He could barely glimpse it, but from what he could see it was round, short, and metallic. The man apparently hadn't noticed, as he reached towards Kayar's left leg with his other hand, still twisting his right.
"Did I mention to you, that's my trick foot?"
He swung his right leg up, bringing it back as at the same time pulling it just out of reach of the man's hand, then kicking out. The man caught his foot, but the intention wasn't in hitting his target.
The intention was a distraction. Meanwhile, Kayar had used the momentum from the thrust to push his right arm back to grip the metal Watcher baton that had rolled up behind him. Now that both his feet were being held in place, he could continue the momentum of the first thrust by pushing off of the floor with his left hand, thrusting his torso up, and bringing himself up to a height where he could effectively bring the baton down on the man's exposed head.
"See? Trick leg. It can strike without moving."
The man dropped his feet, reaching up to his now-aching head, whereupon Kayar would deliver one final blow before turning away from his unconscious opponent to face the rest of the riot. The downside was he didn't have the information he needed, and the doors leading out had been locked. He'd have to find another way.
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Aina Swanbeck
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I'm like totally not stupid! I'm just like...not very smart....
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Post by Aina Swanbeck on Jan 1, 2008 22:03:07 GMT 1
(Well, might as well write something. It's not much though.)
Right after her cheer, the blonde cheer leader knew for sure that something would happen now. Of course, she had no idea what would happen, but she knew that whatever it was, it would probably cause a lot of trouble. So, Aina knew she was best to get out of the gym whenever possible and in a way to not look suspicious. So, as the girls walked towards the bench to sit, Aina awaited for a bit to see at the very least the beginning of it all. It seemed all to innocent, but with the bunch at Hircine, it would surely cause a lot of damage. All it took was a few kicks on the back of chairs and people flipped, throwing chairs around like maniacs. Perfect time to escape! If anybody were to see her leave the gym, they would assume that Aina was just afraid of a huge fight and wanted to stay out of it. Simple as that. Plus, she would blend in easily with some of the other cheer leader girls who just wanted to leave the gym in fright. The busty blonde followed them.
The girls just ran to girl's bathroom to stay away and discuss about the situation and/or after they calmed down, talk about boys, clothe and the whatnot. But, Aina would not stay in the school at all. Why should she? She was better off just leaving and doing as she wished for the rest of the day. It's not like she was needed anymore anyway, right? Whatever was to happen, it would happen. But the blonde Swedish girl would not be part of this. She had better things to do anyway, and the other people in Revelation were better at this whole bringing down thing anyway. Aina, would do what she was best at and leave when she wasn't needed. At least she wasn't in the way. So, Aina walked out the door and began to walk towards the streets so she could walk to the mall and do her thing.
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Post by Aden Allett on Jan 2, 2008 6:20:31 GMT 1
(Took me a while to get a post up)
The watchers were persistent. The student body slowly settles down as they were thrown onto the ground by Watchers trying to show who the major figure in the school was. Aden was surrounded by two or three watchers telling him to get on the ground. Things weren’t looking too good for him. He knew how to fight well, but three watchers was a little much for him at the moment. Aden wasn’t one to back down however, and as he was ready to take them on, they were interrupted by one of a certain revelation member’s special surprise.
At least twenty men broke through the rear door giving the watchers currently staring Aden down a surprise. Giving Aden a chance of surprise, he quickly attacked one of the watchers as multiple other revelations helped take down the other two. Revelations allies were large and strong, meaning they weren’t just going to go down on someone’s simple attempt.
With revelations plans unfolding, the chaos had grown only larger as the watchers tried to intercept the riot. There attempts only responded to by added hostility, the riot was still underway, making Aden’s job all the same as he sparked fights where he could. Things seemed to be going to plan from what Aden had information on. He was playing his part now and didn’t need information that wasn’t given to him. If it was necessary for him to know something, he would have known it by now.
Aden defended himself in the chaos. He was attacked by students and watchers alike. Luckily, most watchers attention would shift to aggressive students giving Aden leverage to attack them while he had the chance. He was never outnumbered. Not only did he have fellow revelation to back him up but people attention would shift drastically in such chaos. Aden did his best to keep his eyes on the issue at hand.
As the chaos roared through, a surprise to Aden occurred as students stormed off the stage to continue the fight against the Watchers. None seemed to be revelation, but the added help was obviously appreciated. Aden didn’t know there total intentions, but at the moment, they were fighting the same enemy, meaning he had no problem with it.
Student bodies now rushing for the door to escape meant the watchers and Genaht were busy defending themselves, giving Revelation ample time to continue on with their plan. The numbers were against them only proving that revelation was a gang of high power. Aden joined the group to conceal himself, waiting for the members of revelation to continue on with the plan. He made his way to known members as it all started to unfold.
Aden was let the students push by him for now. The horsemen had made there way out and the doors were shut. The students pounded on the doors, feverishly trying to escape the threat. Watchers beta students down and Genaht was still trying to help out as they could. “Idiots” was the word that came to Aden’s head first.
The door was shut for a while, and no normal human could hold it for that long, meaning they had put something down to reinforce it. Soon enough, the gym was set to lock down. the door was permanently shut until opened by someone of higher power, meaning everyone was stuck. Aden smirked at the thought. The riot would really begin. The panic would rise and sure enough, people would start to get even more violent.
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