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Post by Valencia Donahue on Apr 3, 2008 1:23:32 GMT 1
((OOC: Of course this thread is open.))
For some time now, this young, lanky, unhealthy young man got around without a name. He was merely recognized as the “Cartford Locksmith” at most and he was glad that he only needed that recognition to be noticed... Names are too dangerous. He didn't care if he was paranoid out of his wits, he just knew that everyone's getting more and more resourceful nowadays. For months, he's been suspected of murdering a student from another campus and since then, once he became accused, people have been getting more and more aloof about his activities and services. Fewer customers, not enough income. Since when did anyone refer to him as Matteo “Matt” Deuce?! He could've sworn that even teachers didn't know his name anymore after so many months of skipping class. Regardless of all this, he's in a pickle. Students from his own school are now giving him dark looks. Students from other schools try to look away when he's in the vicinity. Students from Hircine High particularly want to tear him to pieces. All this might be caused by how scarred and clawed up his face became after his accidental run-in with Zeniro, but he knows why he's hiding in an alley right now and it's certainly not because he nearly bled to death.
[MATT]: “I--I... dIdN't... dO iT...!”
Just a few hours earlier, he was running for his life from a pair of Hircine High students 'cause they recognized his description in the paper half a year ago and heard the update about his appearance. Uncool. Once or twice they caught him and beat him black and blue, but each time, he managed to get away after plenty enough screaming to attract concerned tourists. Eventually, he ended up in this alley behind a dumpster and began crying his eyes out... Not like he was bright enough to keep quiet, but he's been having a tough several months, after all.
[MATT]: “I-I didn't... Kill--This is a-a-a MISTAKE! A m-MISTAKE! WHHYYYY!? wHy mEeEeEeeee?! ::sniffs:: Th-This-This isn't FAAIRR!! Whaaaaaa... I'll do any-anything... If I j-just-just be left alone... I'll be a lackey, I'll make a KEY, I-I'll give my LIFE to be INNOCENT!!”
...And Matt kept bawling his eyes out.
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Post by Sathanas on Apr 3, 2008 2:01:02 GMT 1
Spider walked slowly down the street, considering what he had seen this day. His pen rested between his lips like the cigarretes he used to smoke, and his eyes were raised skyward. The imposing colossi of the skyscrapers of San Francisco cast elongated shadows at this time of day. Twilight made everything seem warped and manipulated, as if the passage between day and night was somehow being decided upon by a puppet master.
'Maybe we're being manipulated by the same hand. Maybe fate is just playing us all for fools' He thought to himself. He adjusted his glasses and flipped the bird skyward, murmuring "You can fuck off!"
However, something distracted him. A quiet shadow on the wind. He recognized it. Crying.
There was a human being weeping somewhere close by.
He turned his head about looking for the source of the noise, and found himself facing an alley. He shrugged and began to head into it. Slowly the noise grew louder, until he stood in front of a dumpster.
Peering around it revealed a prone form, wrapped in the fetal position weeping openly and sobbing about innocence. Upon closer inspection he realized that this person was very, very young.
'Couldn't be out of High School...' The journalist thought to himself. He took the pen out of his mouth and squatted down next to this pathetic creature, and said in a soothing voice "Hey man...what's wrong?"
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Post by Valencia Donahue on Apr 3, 2008 4:11:05 GMT 1
Matt peered through his nimble fingers and flinched at the sight of the stranger. If there was one reason why he looked so young, it's because of how spineless he was as an individual. After all, compared to this well-built teen who's only an inch taller than him, Matt was pale and gangly, had messy hair, shifty eyes, wore baggy clothing and heck, looked malnourished. Gaunt and people may assume that he's an old bum instead of student, especially since his face is scarred to smithereens. On top of that, Spider was only taller by an inch if Matt stood up straight (which he hardly ever did for the life of him). He didn't know if this stranger was safe to be with, so his sharp instincts took a backseat the moment he poured his heart out. Matt smeared his snot onto a sleeve and grabbed Spider's shoulders...
[MATT]: “P-people think I've killed someone be-because I visit... Because I'm from a different campus and I look suspicious... ::sniffs:: And this freak from Hircine... He grabbed my face and Vibrance didn't take care of me 'cause they'll hunt me d-down if they do and they STILL think I killed someone--::gasps:: And now these people want to hurt me 'cause--'cause I did nothing... I just went to her locker to give her something, but she DIED and it WASN'T my fAaAuUlLTTT!!”
Insert tears and more bawling. Matt buried his face against Spider and blew his nose onto him. Part of him was glad that there was at least SOMEONE out there who cared, the other part was glad that if he played his cards right, he'll use this sucker to save his life. In the end though, Matt just wanted to feel safer than how he's feeling right that moment.
[MATT]: “I-I-I'll call Vibrance... Sh-she's kinda suspected too since we're sometimes s-seen-seen together. ::sniffs:: I work for her more than other people who got my keys... ::sniffs:: She tries to remind people th-that they can't just accuse people without evidence, but i-it's not like people believe that when there's nothing to go off of... She'll know what to do...”
He fumbled and dug into his pockets and hunted for his phone, unsure if he even had one.
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Post by Sathanas on Apr 3, 2008 4:42:11 GMT 1
Damien didn't recoil at all when the kid grabbed his shoulders. This was not the first odd situation he'd been in with an unknown person in an alley.
He was from fucking Oakland.
'nuff said.
His eyes widened slightly when he heard the first sentence.
'Somebody thought this kids killed someone? If he did it was in self defense, because nobody like this can off somebody. I've met killers, hell I've almost been one, and this kid ain't one.' He thought to himself. Outwardly he smiled kindly and nodded.
He waited for the boy to finish, resisting the urge to pummel him for getting snot all over his good shirt, before digesting what he'd just heard.
'So people, Hircinites in general, think he killed someone. A girl, that he knew or someone he knows knew. That Vibrance he mentioned maybe? He's obviously innocent, or he's an amazing actor. Somebody grabbing him by the face. That sounds par for the course with the fuckers at Hircine. And this Vibrance doesn't want to have any contact with this guy? That's fairly suspicious. Maybe he's a fall guy...'
The thoughts roiled through the reporters mind, and as the boy looked for a phone, he asked "What's your name, kid?"
And after the boy answered he added "And who is Vibrance? I go to Hircine too, y'see, but its only my first day. I don't know who anyone is..."
He grinned sheepishly to defuse some of the tension and awaited the other boys response...
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Post by Valencia Donahue on Apr 3, 2008 6:44:32 GMT 1
Matt froze when Spider spoke to him. It petrified him when he asked for his name and he thought he was going to die when he said that he was from Hircine. He tilted his gaze into Spider's general direction when he added that he was new and figured that as an impressionable young individual who had no idea what he's getting into, it was probably alright. Well, not really. Matt just answered the inquiry the best he could without saying too much 'cause while the grin was meant to calm him down, he was still pretty scared of what may come of him. He leaned to the side to see if the Hircine students lost him by now... He wasn't going to take any chances.
[MATT]: “I'm just a locksmith. I don't ev-even go to that school, so call me what-whatever you want. As for Vibrance... I-I can't say too much about her... She might not like it. Not at all... Hard to miss her though. All th-the other people disappeared after I helped them, but V-Vibrance kept requesting my services and I always ask for protection as payment... She's a Jill of All Trades...”
Once he found his phone, he hesitated on dialing anything as his hand shook and his kept missing with his thumb anyways. As Matt conspired his next plan of action, he had attempted to pass the time...
[MATT]: “A-and who are you? Being a nobody is on-only effective if you have something to prove and y-you believe in 'sniping'... Catching people off-off guard... ::sniffs:: Too many people drop off the face of the planet 'cause they make it nowhere...”
He paused and finally dialed the number. Answering machine. Matt cursed and tears welled up in his eyes, but before he could cry his eyes out again, he told the machine that he needed Valencia's help and a variety of other pointless things. Pointless or not, there was no guaranteeing that Valencia “Vibrance” Donahue was going to help out with anything unless it concerned her own safety. This was one of those times. Matt put away his phone and tapped his chin in thought.
[MATT]: “I-if you help me, I can help you too... I'm goo-good at picking locks and making keys... And as long as you don't link back to me, you can do... Do ANYTHING--YIPE!!”
Matt jumped a literal several feet in the air as some trashcans further down the alley toppled over. False alarm or seriously the people he's been trying to avoid...?
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Post by Sathanas on Apr 3, 2008 7:03:46 GMT 1
Spider watched the as the man, obviously unwilling to give his name, left a hysterical message through his phone.
'Locksmith eh? I wonder what this Vibrance used him for...' The journalist thought to himself. Then as the man was asking for help something fell somewhere down the alley.
'Jesus fuckchrist he about shit his pants! Although I suppose if I were a wrongly-suspected murderer who looks like he got run through a fucking meatgrinder I'd be more than a tad shaky myself' Spider ruminated as he stood and cautiously approached the source of the disturbance.
He reached the trash cans, and looked down into the shadows to see a pair of small, green, feline eyes. They meowed and then vanished.
He smiled, turned and walked back to the locksmith, saying "No worries man, just a cat..."
Spider paused, then continued "And I'd be glad to help man, but I'm plenty, ah, skilled at getting into places that I shouldn't be in. After this is all over, you'll just owe me one deal?"
After he answered, Damien nodded and said "Alright, now what do you want me to do?"
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Post by Valencia Donahue on Apr 6, 2008 23:35:12 GMT 1
When Matt saw that it was just a cat that startled him, he spat in the feline's general direction and quivered. He looked up at Spider as he proposed a compromise to the locksmith's offer. Matt's face twitched before transforming into a smile, nearly clearly hiding how much he was glad at how “little” this young man knew... And a bit repulsed too. He was glad that he had nothing to owe him right away, which was basically the great thing about samaritans—free stuff. He was repulsed at how he still had to owe him something and it didn't require any of his specific skills. What kind of pinch would this new kid get into that'd require the aid of this spineless student from another school? He'd be better off dead... But Matt kept these thoughts to himself and coughed up some mucus.
[MATT]: “Aaaahhh... ::sniffs:: I don't like owing people... I-I mean, it wouldn't do if we went to d-diff-different schools, right? I w-wouldn't be able to pay you back--”
He froze and his gaze darted over his shoulder. There were plenty of ways for Matt to try and convince Spider in giving him the long end of the stick, but there was an urgency in the air that cut his already short attention span even shorter. He looked back at Spider and rubbed his hands together, mostly over the tops of them, signifying a nervous habit.
[MATT]: “Whattodowhattodowhattodo... Ah. Yeah. F-for starters, hm, you can be my bodyguard, just like how I usually d-do business, yes? Yeah, and I know-know that in a couple minutes, people are going to walk by the alley and see us, or you, maybe they will... And I just don't want to get hurt, see? You can get them to go away, beat them up, whatever! Just--AAAAAAAAAAAAHAAAAAAUUUUUGGGGGHHH”
If his scream could go any higher, some of the nearby windows and glass bottles would be cracking by now. As it would seem, someone jumped right on top of Matt from a fire escape and was holding him down as though wrestling a crocodile. It was fairly obvious that this was one of the Hircine High students who've been harassing Matt all day while his buddy was climbing down a ladder. As Matt writhed and flailed around under the first student's grip, the other student approached as though getting ready to finish him off.
[HH STUDENT 2]: “Huh! Whaddya know! That was easy.”
[HH STUDENT 1]: “Too—Easy—”
[HH STUDENT 2]: “Oooh! He's not going to hold still, is he?”
[HH STUDENT 1]: “Surprising—Ly—”
The Hircine student looked to Spider and since he didn't really overhear the earlier conversation between he and Matt, he tried to speak to him casually... As though explaining to a lost tourist.
[HH STUDENT 2]: “Listen, there's nothing going on here, 'kay? It's just personal business and if you heard him saying something weird, it's just that. I'm sure you'll understand! He's just crazy and we're knocking some sense back into him! Right Matt?”
[MATT]: “NNOOOOOAAAAUUUGGGGGGHHHH!! NO!! NO!! NOOHOHOHOOOOOOO... HELP MEEEEEEE!!!”
[HH STUDENT 2]: “He'll be fine, really! Thank you for understanding! Now run along~”
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Post by Sathanas on Apr 7, 2008 0:47:40 GMT 1
((OOC: Short post, but it gets the job done.))
Spider rose quietly and faced the offending pair.
'Oh god, I think I saw these two assholes at lunch. Give a monkey a brain and he'll swear he's the center of the universe...' He thought to himself with a sigh.
"Hi there. I would seriously suggest that you cocksuckers suspend your current action. You see I'm interviewing my friend Matt here about alleged student brutality at Hircine High School. I'd hate to name names and all that, but shit, you guys are just asking to be referenced." Damien said, a wide, dangerous, insane grin spreading from ear to ear.
He reached into his pocket and flicked out his Oakland Tribune press pass for good measure.
'I'd really hate to start busting heads' The journalist thought 'Hopefully that will scare these idiots off. If it doesn't it looks like it's gonna work I guess it's time to stomp these asshats...'
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Post by Valencia Donahue on Apr 7, 2008 1:18:58 GMT 1
[HH STUDENT 2]: “Oakland...”
The student leaned forward and squinted at the pass, furrowing his brow as he stood up straight. By the look of the wrinkle on his lips, he obviously knew what Spider was implying, but he put a hand on his hip and shrugged it off... Typical tough guy act to show his colleague that he knew was he was doing (for the most part anyways).
[HH STUDENT 2]: “Ha! Oakland... Am I supposed to think that everything from Oakland is as tough as they say? You think you have balls because you're from... Oooakland? And a press pass! Get a load of this!”
[HH STUDENT 1]: “Busy—”
[HH STUDENT 2]: “And interviewing... Puh-LEAZE! Generalizations from someone who isn't even from our campus! If you insist on knowing what we're about, it's all for the best. Matt here killed one of our students and a good one at that. Can you really trust someone you found behind a dumpster? I don't think so! So, without further ado...”
He looked over his shoulder at his preoccupied friend for a split second before smirking at Spider...
[HH STUDENT 2]: “I'm going to turn you into old news fit to line the bottom of my hamster's cage!”
Did this guy know what he was getting himself into? It was hard to say for sure, but of all the opening moves he selected, he went with a left hook towards Spider's head...
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Post by Sathanas on Apr 7, 2008 2:39:00 GMT 1
'Godammit!' Spider rambled internally, 'These dumb motherfuckers obviously don't know what it is to deal with a professional journalist!'
Midway through the pubescent retard's rant, Spider slid his ID back into his pocket, and narrowed himself, sliding his right foot partially behind him, and gently crouching a few inches. His hands stayed neutral at his side, but his hands slowly formed fists. While the damn fool in front of him was too busy expounding the shittiness of Spider's hometown, he had readied himself for combat.
Then the poor bastard did the stupidest thing he could. He opened with a punch. Not even a fast one, but an angry left hook.
Spider, still grinning like a madman, slid backwards, expertly just out of range of the punch. Then, relying on his Tae Kwon Do, snapped his lead leg up into a lightning fast front kick before his combatant could retract his arm to form an effective defense.
If the kick connected he felt the satisfying crack of teeth shattering as the heel of his combat boot rooted itself in the boy's snarling mouth, and the even more satisfying crunch of his nose shattering under the rest of his footwear...
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Post by Valencia Donahue on Apr 8, 2008 1:58:00 GMT 1
Before the student's fist could connect, Spider's foot met his face and though it didn't crush his jaw into pieces, it smashed his nose into a bloody mess and sent him falling (and perhaps even flying) back and away after the impact. The student sat up on his elbows and felt his face with belief, only to have it confirmed by the spit, snot, blood, and other nasty things pulsing out of his features. He didn't realize it until then, but he bit the inside of his mouth and it hurt like hell. His colleague stopped briefly to take in the sight and was brought back to restraining Matt as the locksmith nearly got out of his grasp. The felt frustrated that his arrogance was challenged and got up, all the while pretending that the facial injuries he sustained were merely “flesh wounds”.
[HH STUDENT 2]: “Shit for brains... Anyone can react to a first strike. Martial arts thing... 'Self defense'... Come on. I dare you to hit me again.”
Technically, Spider did strike first and this challenge was no way to boast his skills, but it wasn't as though this guy was willing to admit it. He stared Spider down through his tearing up eyes and stood with his arms ready to grapple. This wasn't a martial artist. He wasn't one to recoil after the first blow either. As for Matt, he kept writhing, flailing, wailing, and crying until he caught the attention of a certain young woman within the vicinity, a couple streets further down. She scoffed haughtily and threw her blond hair over a shoulder before walking casually to the source of the commotion.
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Post by Sathanas on Apr 8, 2008 6:17:52 GMT 1
((OOC: I just busted a bunch of his teeth in the first description, not his jaw. ^^; ) Spider watched as the kid fell to the ground, but did not move. As the dazed boy recovered his wits and stood, once more decrying Spider and all he stood for. Spider grinned like a madman through it all. He chuckled at that last part, knowing that he had at least a portion of his opponents measure. 'Dumb motherfucker doesn't know when to quit' Spider thought to himself, 'But then again...neither do I!' His grinned widened a little more. Then he sprang into action. He slid again, lightning fast, and launched a double side kick, low, high. The low kick had no weight behind in, and was merely a feint to draw the less experienced boy's hands downward in a vain defense, as the leg retracted as fast as it had come, and then propelled itself even faster and even harder into the belligerent's face once more. 'Dumbpunkasspieceofshitpunks. I am a working man today. I am a JOURNALIST! YOU DO NOT FUCK WITH A JOURNALIST!' He screamed in his mind...
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Post by Valencia Donahue on Apr 9, 2008 23:53:50 GMT 1
((OOC: ^^; Well, at least I got the jaw part right and he did plenty damage to the dude's face. My bad...))
The student's hands instinctively reached low when he saw Spider's left leg come in for the first strike and when he caught nothing, he moved to his left and closer towards his opponent. There were only a couple factors to his favor and that was him not hesitating and Spider using the same leg to kick. By assuming that the feint would be the only attack would be his error, however. He swung his left and aimed for Spider's side simply to be knocked off to the side by the second, more fierce kick. He slammed against a brick wall and though it would seem like the wall would be more painful, the truth in the matter laid in his numbed shoulder and some parts of his neck. You'd think it snapped him awake to Spider's abilities, but it's easier to surmise that not enough oxygen was going to his brain. He pushed himself off the wall and threw himself at Spider, screaming and yelling away like a madman.
Matt broke free and caught a glimpse of the damage Spider was doing. As much as he would've been pleased that someone like him was on his side, he was more so scared to death that Spider might turn on him next. He yelped and made a run for it as the student who failed to keep him down followed chase. Matt neared the end of the alley and found a familiar silhouette waiting at the end. His eyes lit up as the golden haired woman entered the alley and he did what he did best: screamed, but with joy.
[MATT]: “VIBRANCE! VIBRANCE VIBRANCE VIBRAAAAANNNNCCCEE!!”
He was crying tears of joy and as though with his dying breath, leapt towards his angel... Only to find her stepping aside to let him fall flat onto the ground.
[VALERIE]: “Mimic.”
Admittedly, Valerie Donnellson did bear a striking resemblance to Valencia. Whether or not the student chasing Matt recognized her, he tried to screech to a stop just to have the naturally blonde woman fly forward and slam him onto his back.
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Post by Sathanas on Apr 10, 2008 5:37:59 GMT 1
Spider, still grinning, watched as the boy fell for the feint, and got punished. Hard. He mentally thanked the brick wall for its assistance in pacifying this asshat.
Of course, said asshat only added to his classification of asshat when he slid off the wall and made a desperate, insane charge, his mind stunted by rage and probably more than mildly concussed. 'Wow. This kid is a fucking moron. I wonder if he's gonna graduate' Spider thought as the madman closed.
Then he responded.
He nimbly slid to his left just as the boy entered range, and then his hands shot out, rooting themselves on his shoulders. Simultaneously his knee surged upward, planting itself in his breadbasket. Between the boys own inertia, and Damien's own significant leg strength, it must've dealt a considerable amount of damage.
Spider thought he could hear more bones cracking, and hoped that the sudden lack of oxygen would render the poor bastard out cold.
If he is rendered inoperable, Spider turns to see Max escape and book down the alley as the belligerent hit the pavement.
"Fuck!" The journalist cursed, and began running as the other Hircine student turned to run after him, oblivious to the possibly psychotic gonzo newsman now hot on his heels.
Damien, who had spent a majority of his younger years running from something or another, was quite quick. In less than a moment he was within range, the other boy too focused on his escaped prey to notice.
Then the belligerent flew backwards. Spider, thoroughly surprised, only managed to avoid having the kid tossed into him by stopping short and throwing himself across the wall. He turned, his smile changing to a grimace of confusion. There was a blonde standing over Matt, who was on his ass, sporting his own face of confusion.
Looking up and down from Matt to the girl, he replayed the last few moments in his head.
'He shouted Vibrance, than she said something, but I couldn't make it out.' He thought, analyzing the situation.
He stepped forward and said "This man is under my protection. Are you Vibrance?"
He steeled himself as he waited for her response...
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Post by Nobu on Apr 10, 2008 11:23:11 GMT 1
Nobu watched from a distance as the scene unraveled before him. It was really quite the sight; two people had descended from a second-storey fire escape, one leaping on top of a person below and sending him toppling to the ground, and the other going down a ladder. Another fellow, who was with the person that was now on the ground, immediately began an altercation. The young Japanese student couldn't make out what they were saying, but judging by the tone and volume of their voices, and their body language, it appeared as if a conflict was about to happen. One of the building-jumpers threw out a hook, and the anticipated conflict began.
His left hand twitched, and Nobu could feel an urge to brawl coming on. He simply closed his eyes and took a deep, steady intake of oxygen. Some of the people that walked by him on the sidewalk gave him strange looks, but he was mostly ignored, the citizens of San Fransisco too busy to care about some student meditating in the middle of the sidewalk. Nobu wasn't wearing anything too outstanding. He never did; he was currently clad only in a pair of red gi pants and a black tank top, with black and white vintage sneakers on his feet. Once his brief meditation was complete, Nobu opened his eyes to see that the one fellow who wasn't who wasn't on the ground had floored the two jumpers. His left hand twitched again, and he answered it by reaching into his back pocket and pulling out his copy of Hagakure. Flipping through the pages, he stopped at one and placed the index finger of his right hand on it, using the finger to follow the kanji as he read them.
"In the stories of the elder warriors it is said that on the battlefield if one wills himself to outstrip warriors of accomplishment, and day and night hopes to strike down a powerful enemy, he will grow indefatigable and fierce of heart and will manifest courage. One should use this principle in everyday affairs too."
A powerful enemy, huh?
Even though Nobu really disliked the fact that the fighter who had beaten the two jumpers seemed to be all grins and smiles during the altercation, he couldn't help but feel the need to, as Hagakure said, "outstrip warriors of accomplishment." When he looked up from his book the fighter had dashed into an alleyway, leaving a single person laying on the ground. He must have been chasing the other two. Going out in a full sprint like Nobu always did, since he found jogging a waste of time, he pursued the boy with dirty blonde hair into the alley.
Just as Nobu entered the alley, he heard the sickening crack of bones and the grunt of pain that came along with it, as well as some inane yelling of "Vibrance!" Standing before him, with his back turned, was the blonde fighter. A few feet away, on the other side of the alley, was the man that had been taken to the ground and a new arrival. Her strangely coloured eyes intrigued the Japanese youth, but that was a matter for another time. For the moment, battle was on his mind.
Nobu neared the fighter from behind, tapping him on the shoulder with the short utterance of "Hoy." before sending a short left straight to his chest.
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Post by Valencia Donahue on Apr 10, 2008 22:34:25 GMT 1
[VALERIE]: “Don't compare me to that fake blind-deaf-mute Asian. Much less, don't confuse me for her either.”
Valerie tossed her hair over her shoulders and gave the fallen body another kick. Matt scrambled up onto his tush and scrambled to grovel and apologize.
[MATT]: “V-Valerie—Mimic! I-I'm sorry, I didn't see you correctly! If I knew better, I'd seen right away that you're clearly not Asian, your hair is naturally golden, your eyes have a natural and NOT unusual gray quality to them, and-and—EEK!”
Valerie made sudden motion to startle Matt into silence. While she appreciated him listing off all the traits that differentiated her from Valencia, she was still annoyed by the spineless student who went to the same school as she did. As a confident and cocky wealthy Caucasian with a high position as the ASG secretary at Cartford High School, not to mention her profession as a stunt woman on top of that, it was easy to see how Matt was intimidated... And how she can assert her influence wherever she can. She grabbed Matt's collar and dragged him onto his feet, completely ignoring Spider's introduction as his protector.
[VALERIE]: “Do you realize how close our names are on your contacts list, hm? VALencia, VALerie... Does it really matter who comes to your aid? Don't be disappointed that you called the wrong number. If anything, be glad that you called me instead. Cartford students have to stick together, isn't that right--”
Then came a newcomer on the scene who decided to attack Spider out of the blue. Matt flinched upon the new arrival while Valerie simply looked on, unperturbed in any sort of way. If there was going to be any indication that Spider was going to be worth her attention or regard, it was going to be proven here.
((OOC: Remember not to thread-jack now, y'hear?))
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Post by Sathanas on Apr 11, 2008 3:52:48 GMT 1
OOC: I'm gonna avoid a thread-jacking here.
Spider felt a tap on the shoulder, and a greeting, and turned quickly, only to see a fist racing toward.
"-The FUCK!?" He shouted as he sprang to one side, his left arm shooting out to grab the offending limb at the wrist, effectively stopping it.
"WAIT! WAIT! WAIT! EVERYBODY FUCKING WAIT!" He shouted at the top of his lungs. Having granted himself enough space in which to work he pointed at the latest attacker. "YOU! Unless you are here for HIM!" He jerked a thumb toward the prostrate Matt, "I do not have time to fight you right now! I don't know why you attacked me, but I promise I will fight you later! If it is just for kicks, if you just want to blow off some steam, if you just want to kick the crap out of someone, I swear we will, but when I am not working! I am a fucking working man right now dammit! I am a PROFFESIONAL. FUCKING. JOURNALIST."
His tone dropped to something much more congenial, as he added "Just wait a little while, ok? Please, I am trying to protect a friend in need here."
Then, just as quickly, and trusting the other man, he rounded on Valerie, his anger returning.
"AND YOU! Who the FUCK are you!? Your name is Valerie or Mimic or some shit! And Vibrance is Asian! And she has dyed hair! And she has grey eyes! But whoever the fuck that is YOU are not. What is your business with Matt here! He is my friend and he is under MY PROTECTION!"
'This will either end very well or very badly...' Spider thought to himself, still fuming.
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Post by Nobu on Apr 11, 2008 10:47:03 GMT 1
Hm?
Nobu found his wrist being grabbed before his punch connected, and just as he felt his potential opponent's fingers wrap around his wrist, he quickly jerked his arm back, breaking whatever hold he had on his wrist. With his fist in position again, he was prepared to launch another straight, this time for the boy's face, when suddenly he began shouting very loudly. The volume of his voice was only amplified by the alley, whose walls bounced the echoes out into the street for all to hear.
The young Japanese foreigner halted his fist just an inch away from the screamer's face, his eyes locked onto his chest until the boy gestured toward him, emphasizing it by saying "YOU!" then to some bummy-looking fellow, whom he recognized as the guy that got taken to the ground by one of the building-jumpers. Nobu eased out of his stance, lowering his left hand and shoving it in the pocket of his red trousers, and using his free hand to brush the dark chocolate locks out of his face. "No time to fight?" he responded, "there's always time to fight." Looks like he's not the warrior I anticipated he would be. If he's not prepared to die at any moment, then--wait, he pointed to that frail guy, maybe...
Now, Nobu wasn't the brightest crayon in the box, so he began to approach the scraggly-looking man (boy?), cracking his stiff joints along the way. There was a slight, barely noticeable contortion of Nobu's face as he got a better look at who he was approaching. He's kind of scrawny. He's a few inches taller than me, and I could tell that I'm several pounds heavier than him. Doesn't look like much of a fighter, but... with closer inspection, the Japanese youth noticed the several scars scattered across his face, ...one should never underestimate an opponent. With that thought, Nobu threw out a looping right hand aimed for the scrawny fellow's face. The blonde girl and blonde guy's conversation had taken a backseat in the Japanese youth's mind, but he remained aware of their presence.
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Post by Valencia Donahue on Apr 11, 2008 19:42:08 GMT 1
Valerie lifted a brow towards Matt, who in turn kept shivering and quaking in his boots as Spider hollered at everyone within earshot. Right when she was expecting all this to go somewhere, it became stop and go traffic. With left hand remaining on Matt's collar and her right raised to her ear, seemingly to check if Spider's screaming didn't deafen her, she scoffed at the outburst. By her standards, this journalist was far from professional. Though acting not as professional as she expected others to be, Valerie made made sure to display her confidence through her sarcasm.
[VALERIE]: “Very good! At least you know how to listen and learned to acknowledge that I'm NOT Vibrance! For future reference, I'm Valerie Donnellson or Mimic, as some prefer to call me. My business is simple: He accidentally called my number instead of Valencia Donahue's number, so I'm taking her place in 'protecting' this... Person here. You're not necessary.”
Before she could elaborate, the newcomer by the name of Nobu moved in for strike and of all targets he chose, he chose the panicking locksmith in Valerie's “custody”. As Nobu's right fist came in, Valerie pulled Matt away from the wall (and out of Nobu's way), then threw him towards Spider's direction while pivoting to slam her right against Nobu's neck with a backhand of sorts. You can say that with this single pivot, she does indeed have some kind of professional background to be proud of. The only thing that got on her nerves was how quickly she contradicted her own statement by entrusting Matt into Spider's care anyways.
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Post by Sathanas on Apr 13, 2008 20:52:27 GMT 1
'Bitch has style, I've gotta give her that...' Spider thought to himself at her response to his tirade, "Vibrance must be this Valencia Donahue she mentioned. Valerie Donnellson...that name sounds familiar.'
With that he grinned at her and called "Well, that is all well fine and FUCKING DANDY, but Matt asked for my help, and I will not stop helping him until he tells me it is ok to do so!" He then turned to Matt and asked softly "Is this ok? Do you want to go with her?"
Before Matt could answer, however, the other kid tried to hit. Valerie sprang into action, and knocked him Damien's way. He caught him, thinking to himself 'Ungrateful bitch! Whines at me about protecting him herself, than expects me to do all the fucking work. She did knock him a good one though...'
The journalist grabbed him by the shoulders, spun him around so they were face to face.
"GODDAMMIT! DO YOU HAVE TOURRETTES OR SOME SHIT!? CAN YOU NOT CONTROL YOUR ACTIONS!? BECAUSE THAT IS THE ONLY VALID EXCUSE FOR THIS SHIT!" He shouted, then quited softly and scowled , continuing "That boy over there has spent the last 3 months of his life being persecuted and beaten for shit he did not do. See his face? It's fucked up because some psychopath from Hircine decided to punish him for some reason or another. That kid could not defend himself if he tried. (no offense Matt) So if you have ANY concept of honor at all, you'll stop this shit post-fucking-haste, because he doesn't deserve it."
He stared into Nobu's eyes, his own, boring into the other one, broadcasting that every word he said was true.
He just hoped that he could get through to this guy, before shit got unpleasant...
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