Meager Pickings [ K O R I N ]

[hotblooded]

A wierd looking kid sat on one of the school's benches. A small helping of sandwhich and water out in front of him. The kids hair was spiked right out behind him. A long sleeve black and red patched shirt, a white shirt under neath. The log sleeve shirt was open and flowing. A Black and red and white tartan skirt was over his pants, which were black denim jeans. He wore pink converse and what seemed to be lip gloss. In his hair was a pink flowered clip to hold his hair out of his face, the flower seeming to rest over his right ear. His brown eyes rolled around as he bit into the awful tasting sandwhich once more.

"Gah~ this is so foul, now I remember why I dont eat pig"

Emori hoiked the sandwhich over his shoulder waiting to hear the thud before anything else. His right hand scooped up the water bottle to have drink. The cool liquid ran down his throat. As he opened his eyes once more, he noticed the shadow blocking out the sunlight, well the person blocking his view anyways. Emori blinked a few times before moving away quickly and moving into a standing position to face the person who had come upon him.

[korin]

As the doors opened at the mercy to Korin's hands, he let a small pleasant smile cross his face before proceeding with his usual blank expression. The reason? How great the day was. It was of regular pleasant temperature yet had a wonderful sun to light the way of all wanderers. It was something that Korin had enjoyed since birth, and as his shoes clicked on the concrete, he embraced the scenery. Once again the courtyard had many students in it, a few alone, a few alone looking around too make sure people were noticing and caring about their lonely asses, and many others in social groups. Korin himself tended to never be a part of any of these categories, instead wandering off into an ally and trying to climb onto the roofs. However today it seemed he would be spending more time in the courtyard, due to the happenings around this time.

Korin's form was tooken forward along the path leading straight from the door to the gates of the school however on his way something seemed to stop him. The kid walking in front of him, getting pelted in the face by a sandwich. Korin chuckled slightly as the kid was nearly knocked off his feet from surprise alone. As the kid started to advance toward the sandwich-throwing fiend, he felt a knife-hand slam into the side of his neck. His sight and feeling were suddenly lost as he passed out, falling hallway toward the ground before Korin grabbed the back of his shirt, and dragged the kid behind the sandwich-fiend.

"Hey kid, clean up your own mess." Korin said plainly. He then tossed the knocked-out kid onto the fiend's back, chuckling to himself.

[hotblooded]

I looked at the new kid, the one still standing anyways. I gave a casual look at him, as I took another swig from my water bottle. I had no smile, no true indication of what I thought of him bar that I saw him as no true threat...and if he was I didnt care. I slid one hand, the thumb mainly into one of the skirts belt loops as I continued too look at the boy that was infront of me. He was perhaps just taller than me. I took a step back giving my self some room even though there was a park bench between us.

"Now Now, why dont you do it...Hime"

I gave a small emotionaless smirk at this, and finished the water bottle. I threw it at the can, letting it bounce in after two hits. Why did not do this with the sandwhich was...cos I didnt wanna. I licked my lips and awaited this guys reaction. He obviously seemed like an antagonist, a confident one at that but, did that matter to me. Not at all.

[korin]

Korin watched as the kid get up, and with much dismay, watched the kid's mouth open as well. As most 'strong' people in the school seemed to be in love with giving speeches before fighting, Korin already prepared his mind to float to somewhere less boring. However, thankfully, the boy only gave a small sentence. Throwing in some obscure word at the end that Korin didn't bother trying to translate in his head. Instead Korin just lazily stared at the Asian kid. Judging by the fact he was in fact Asian Korin could assume two key things. Number one, was that this kid knew some kind of obscure Japanese martial-art, that probably had some idiotic social principle behind it. Number two, was that this kid was dangerous behind the wheel. On that thought Korin let himself chuckle, a smirk forming on his before emotion-less mouth.

'Who is this kid, acting bad-ass then actually calling someone a name in some language? Reminds me of kindergarten. This shouldn't take anytime whatsoever if I actually put some effort into it.'

Korin let his foot shoot forward to the park bench in front of him. He had spied in previous years that the particular collection of benches in this area had been unscrewed, word on the street was that it was a prank a few years back. Either way, he hooked his foot under the back of it, and flung his leg out, sending the large wooden accommodation flying at the kid in front of him. This would be generally along the groin area, meaning a quick jump or duck was ludicrous to think about, so one would have to make physical contact with the bench. That would signify that a fight had begun, and hopefully the dumb-fuck in front of Korin would have enough balls to retaliate. Even if not though, Korin would attack and win all the same.

[hotblooded]

I saw the kick, unbelieving at first then reacted as quick as I could. The size and the trajectory of the kick meant it would be near impossible to jump. But Jump I did. Not meaning on clearing the wooden projectile, but something else. I launched myself into the air, both feet planting quickly on the projectile, driving it to a halt as I pushed off even further backwards. I wanted to see what this kid could do before I tried anything, drastic. I licked the corner of my lips as I watched him, awaiting his movements.

"That all?"

I smirked slightly as I watched with dull eyes. My left hand coming up to check on the flowery hair clip. Whilst the other hand slid out of the belt loop and into a semi ready position. Now it would start.

[korin]

Korin stared daringly at the fool who deciding to try and push Korin on. The truth is that this was no longer a fight, it was a loser who wanted to fight not wanting to attack. This was a ridiculous encounter and could have been avoided if Korin had just had the sense to not bother with a man that looked like a woman. Whether out of spite or out of boredom, Korin turned his back clear to the boy, and walked away. He brought himself back to the path on which he had originally walked on and kept going, bringing himself toward his next destination, somewhere quiet.

"Some people just really can't seem to get their hands around the concept that the world only works with actions, they can't just stand there and expect something to happen."