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Post by datafox on Dec 28, 2006 7:54:04 GMT 1
"Watch where you're steppin' you bastard!" Some overly chiseled guy with short brown hair and a letterman jacket pushed Dimitri into the wall of the school building, a wicked sneer on his face as he looked down on the tall but nonthreatening geek. The apparent sportsman was only a few inches taller than Dimitri, and yet was a senior. From the look of him, he'd be a football player, most likely an offensive lineman.
"Sure, I'll keep out of your way, wouldn't want you to fly into a 'roid rage on nothing..." With a devilish grin, his words stuck right into the sportsman's medulla oblingata. In other words, the guy was pissed.
The letterman jacket wearing senior's face was that of total surprise and rage, not believing his own ears. After all, who in their right mind would talk to him like that, especially when they're that weak? Regardless of the ulterior motives Dimitri might have, or of the possible presence of school officials, the jock slammed his fist into Dimitri's mouth in a dead-on jab. Dimitri hadn't even tried to duck the blow or anything. He still wore that grin on his face, as if he was the one who came out on top, despite a small trickle of blood moving down his face from the left corner of his mouth.
"How do you like this, huh?" The sportsman growled as he threw a hard right into Dimitri's ribs, which actually made the geek cough up a spot of blood that had welled up inside his mouth. There was a cut on his upper gums from the punch to the face. It stung like hell, but that was really only because the gums didn't get cut a lot. But the shot to the stomach was pretty good, getting him right in the diaphragm, knocking out the air in his lungs.
Seeing Dimitri's inability to even fight back, the jock dropped his punching bag, watching as the boy slumped to the ground, sitting against the wall with an obvious look of hopeless defeat. With a disgusted spit, the guy walked away, going back inside the school thinking of the kid as nothing but a pathetic bag of bones and flesh. There had been an audience too, and they were sure to get the message out to all their friends; The geek was a wuss who shouldn't even be at Hircine High.
Though his body language was that of a beaten dork, inside Dimitri was laughing, knowing that this little display would establish him as unworthy of notice. In other words, he'd wouldn't have to worry so much about getting caught up in violent issues. Now he just had to wait it out to see if the word would spread, or if he'd need another public display of weakness.
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Post by bk on Dec 29, 2006 21:43:03 GMT 1
"Another sign of the Varronians showing up. Even the normal Hircinians arrre becoming barbarians."
BK muttered as he saw the jock throw the first punch, and really felt like interfering, but, solving one mistake with another brought you to the same spot you had started off from: A mistake. He clenched his fists and held back the anger that arose within him. The boy who was getting pounded at did nothing in return. He only coughed, and from the sound... Blood followed. That was what finally made William push his way through the crowd. Those who felt like objecting took a second glance and felt that it would be for their own best not to say anything. After all. You didn't want to get into a fight with someone 6'6'' tall and that muscular.
"Barbarians..."
He muttered once again, while getting through the crowd, he heard people mutter stuff about the geek being a wuss, a weakling, a pussy. BK continued unfazed by the words.
BK rubbed his right eye it was getting itchy again. And once his hand was away from the eye, you could see a small green orb float around in a sea of redness. The sclera was a mix of blood red, and a light red color. BK overlooked everything in his speed to come and help the small student. Once he was there, he was too late, the letterman jock was far away, lucky for him. He sighed heavily and turned to the poor geek and showed a bright, yet concerned smile.
"Ya alright mate?" He said while holding a hand down for him to grab for leverage. BK could probably pull him up, if he really was a small push over.
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Post by datafox on Dec 29, 2006 23:34:44 GMT 1
So there were some of those "humanitarian" types in the school. Of course, if he had just dusted himself off and stood up, the guise was fragged. He had to act like he had been genuinely beat down. It wouldn't hurt if a few people knew he was tougher than that, but only once his weakness was well established. Most could assume he was as weak as he appeared to be from his lanky body structure, but his height to age ratio made for a questionable opinion. And such a public display cemented down that image of him being weak.
"Ya alright mate?" The "humanitarian", as he'd be known for the moment, reached out a helping hand to help the poor, abused geek up off the ground. He had planned for something in case one of the helpful types had shown up, to give their compassion to the weak;
Give them their moment and rely on their help for the moment.
Dimitri took hold of the hand, giving the guy a nod of good faith. He didn't say much, instead spitting a little bit to help clear out the blood in his mouth. It was actually a pretty minor cut. Something equivalent to when the dentist would pull out a baby tooth. Just wipe up the extra with gauze and wait for natural healing to take care of it. He then pulled himself up, having to use a second hand, or rather electing to, to convince the guy he was weak. Dimitri had to use both body language and spoke words to keep the guy from suspecting. Lucky for him, he wasn't half bad at playing a character.
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Post by bk on Dec 30, 2006 3:54:18 GMT 1
He helped the student come up on his feet. And boy, was he small. Then again, many people were small compared to William. He was almost a full foot taller than the litte geek. He didn't even get a small thank you for his troubles. Then again, it is hard to talk while spitting out blood. But not even after that was over did he say a word. William looked around for someone to dump the guy on, but it seemed that everyone had quickly darted when the beatdown had been over. Meaning he had to take care of the kiddo. He sighed heavily and turned back to him. Sizing him up and taking in his shape.
"I take that as a no."
He said with a friendly smile. A smile that just made him look even more psychotic with those green-floating-in-red eyes. He had an urge to simply dart before he got the blame for what had happened here, the pillars and the captain were really up on their horses lately. But, he couldn't find it him to leave the kid after such a beat down. It just seemed ironic, that last year he would have darted with the crowd and stayed out of trouble just to save his own skin. But it seemed that with age came maturity and sense of responsibility. He hoped it wouldn't kick him in the back one day.
"Oh, and I am William, call me BK, what's your name?"
[OOC: Sorry for the shortness...]
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Post by datafox on Dec 30, 2006 4:14:17 GMT 1
"I... I'm fine..." He muttered, wiping the trail of blood coming from the corner of his mouth. It wasn't dripping, so it had just been from when he was first punched. Looking at the stain of blood, smeared on the back of his right hand, it almost seemed like he was indifferent about it. Once up, he was standing on his own power, just looking like he was a bit robbed of air. The shot to the gut was explanation enough for that.
"Thanks for the pickup, you can run now. Like the others. If the pillars ask what happened to me, you won't exist." He mentioned, figuring he'd be off and running for his life. Dimitri didn't fear the pillars and the school captain though. He didn't care that they could fight better than he could, at least from the rumors. All he cared about was the fact that he could dupe them. Everyone had pumped their combat skills in schools like these, but Dimitri went the other route, the strength of mind. Of course, he wasn't an amazing diplomat or a manipulation master, but he was good enough to get by, which was what mattered.
"By the was, the name is Dimitri. Go ahead and leave if you want." His voice wasn't really fearful anymore. He didn't have anything to fear at the moment, no reason to be scared. So the guy looked creepy because hs eyes were bloodshot, so what?
((OOC: No probs man.))
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Post by bk on Jan 2, 2007 1:25:56 GMT 1
[OOC: Sorry for the late reply. Got infected by a writers block.]
This Dimitri told him that he could run off if he wanted to, and something inside of him wanted to have him do that, after all, a peaceful boy like him shouldn't get into trouble with those in power, could be considered political, and literal suicide for him. Then there was his pride to take into consideration as well. Even if only Dimitri saw him run off, then that would still be enough of an intolerable shame for him. Putting him into a stupid place, to be deemed a coward or get into trouble... He turned his face away from Dimitri and made a hasty decision. He fired up a confident smile and turned back to Dimitri.
"You better get out of here as well, or at least be one hell of an actor. After all, the pillars didn’t get where they are now because of their silver tongues and how merciful they were… But I shall get going now. Take care Dimitri.”
He smirked and stepped back from Dimitri, so the boy wouldn’t have to lean his face far back to look at his face. Before he spun around and took some hasty steps away from Dimitri, it had been a short meeting, and he barely knew anything about Dimitri, but he had a feeling he was a nice guy, or as he had said, one hell of an actor. William stopped again, some 10 feet away from Dimitri and turned his head.
“If you ever need my help, just find me…”
With that he turned his face back and found the quickest escape route. Through the front doors and to class.
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