August Velway
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Post by August Velway on Apr 8, 2008 4:46:17 GMT 1
When some people are hungry, they just grumble with their stomachs, dreaming of nothing but food for hours on end. Others feel like they they have to pay a couple dollars for some cheap-ass bag of mass produced munchies packaged in an outsourced factory in a foreign land. And then some just steal whatever bit of edible stuff they see from whatever poor victim is in their way and gobble it down without a second thought.
But August Velway was a little different. Well, kind of. He felt like pulling off a little 'Vending Vandalism' for the sake of sating two hungers: the munchies, and cold hard cash.
And there he was, abruptly crashing through the doors of the school cafeteria, its entire domain still cluttered a bit with the chaos of the last few days, a wide grin on the proud face of August Velway, a bit of a limp still in his lower body from Ein Gilsin's near-fatal attempt to bring him down, but his march excited, ready for a little action. Ever since the Watchers disappeared and MacMillan ended up dead, the school was completely free of society's oppression, and for those sweet few days, anarchy and chaos was an open opportunity. And August was taking every bit of advantage in his short-lived liberty.
Passing by the wall, Velway grabbed the fallen fire extinguisher without hesitation or second thought, holding its handle loosely, before calmly reaching the series of vending machines. August's ebony eyes gazed over the little metal traps and smirked.
And a moment later, he was bashing the blunt end of the extinguisher across the nearest vending machine, cracking its numeral pad to pieces, cracking the plastic guard, breaching the vault without too much difficulty. After a while, piles of little Snickers bars and Dorritos bags spilled onto the floor, and little American coins followed. Before long, Velway was collecting a few of his spoils, stashing all of the extra coin and dollar he could into his pockets, and grabbing a few bags of chips to munch on.
Today would be a nice, fun, good lunch. A nice victory over the machine.
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Post by Jack Lifeson on Apr 8, 2008 6:19:34 GMT 1
"Alright brother, let's grab a snickers."
"Good idea, i'm not fuckin' goin' anywhere." Jack responded to Yusuf, opening up the door to the and yawning loudly. He gave a wave to a few people while adjusting the guitar on his back, and peered past his peers towards the vending machine in question. "Ah. Paradise." Jack said, stuffing his hands into his jacket pockets. "Wait up Yusuf, i'll be back in a second." Jack nodded up to the giant, and began walking over towards the vending machine, pushing his way past a few kids and getting meters closer.
Then a young man he hadn't seen before walked up with a fire extinguisher, and began to pound at the machine with fury. Several harsh bashings later Jack could hear the coins smashing against the floor and a pile of... Snickers bars. Snickers bars landed against the floor. "Oh no." Jack said, shrugging the guitar off and tossing it to a random kid. "Well." Jack said, grabbing a table leg that was removed in the chaos of it all. "Forgive me, Allah." Jack mumbled.
As August bent on over to begin grabbing the things that he had forcefully removed, Jack began walking towards him briskly and quietly. The students kept up the usual level of chatter until he was but a few meters away, holding the steel table leg up against his shoulder, gently tapping it against his leather jacket. Yusuf, with a snickers bar from another vending machine, munched and watched from afar. "He's fucking nuts." Yusuf mumbled.
"Really?" A 9th grade girl asked, looking up to the giant Muslim man.
"Of course." Yusuf said, tossing the wrapping into a nearby trashcan. "It's against my religion to lie." Yusuf added. As a kid casually kicked the trashcan aside, causing it to tilt violently, Yusuf slammed a massive fist into the kids skull. The young man stumbled back a bloody mess, and collapsed into the middle of the hallway. With a single finger, Yusuf stopped the trash can. "Fucking crazy."
Jack moved up with silence just as August began to pick things up. Not intending to kill the man, he raised the bar and then slammed it forcefully down, horizontally and briskly, into the center of August's back, right against the spine. "Will you get the fuck away from my candy?" Jack will ask rhetorically, raising the bar once more in intimidation.
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Santiago
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Post by Santiago on Apr 8, 2008 6:48:28 GMT 1
Santiago felt overwhelmed with boredom in his seat at the lunch room munching on a big bag doritos he bought before coming to school at the corner store. Leaning back in his chair with his legs up on top of the table, scanning the lunch room for something interesting to do, his eyes fell upon a group of cute girls, one brunette caught his eye she was sitting to the far left, she was wearing a tight purple tee shirt which had paint blots in different colors and drawings of a microphone, turntables and cans of spray paint. His eye fixated on her for a few seconds as he finished his bag of Doritos, crumpling the bag he put it on the table and cleaning his hands, as he gazed at her smiling and talking with her friends, she turned her head in Santiago's direction and they made eye contact, Santiago simply smiled at the girl and to his surprise she smiled back and kept eye contact with him. Santiago decided to test this moment and decided to wave at her and see if she would react openly, seeing the girl wave back at him he chuckled and motioned her to walk over to his table, the girl shook her head and motioned him over to her.
Santiago grinned and nodded, thinking (Shes pretty, let's see where this goes, she doesn't want to leave her friends so shes insecure, hopefully they ain't cock blocks. Whatevaz either way.) Walking over to her he looked at her friends around her, he approached her naturally as if saying 'hi' to a friend, amongst the noise of the lunch room he spoke to the girl casually......
"Hi....Mind if I sit next to you?"
She smiled at him responding "Sure have a seat."
He extended his hand to her and they shook hands quickly, wasting no time Santiago began a sentence saying..."Nice to me--." His words were interrupted by a loud crash through the doors of the lunch room, seeing a young man walk through the doors he observed him briefly seeing he had a bit of a limp, Santiago followed him with his eyes watching the kid grab a fire extinguisher and run it through a vending machine reminded him that the school was a at the moment free of major enforcement of the rules, to Santiago it made no difference he was just occupied with the task at hand. He brought his attention back to the girl whom had been looking at what he was paying attention to, he continued with what he was saying.....
"Nice to Meet you. Names Santiago, may I ask you what yours is?"
The girl smiled playfully responding...."My name is Christina and Nice to meet you to....What year are you in?" Keeping eye contact with her he responded....."I'm a sophomore and yourself...." "I'm a sophomore also. What do you think about the school?" "Well let's see, I like the building its self, nice architecture and design, as for the people, some are assholes, girls are pretty.....Looking directly at her as he said the last part, he continued.....Other people are cool and the teachers and staff are assholes as well." Smiling the girl continued with another question...."What type of music do you listen to?" Just as Santiago was about to respond he felt a hard tap on his shoulders, turning his head he saw a group of four boys behind him.
Looking them up and down Santiago asked sarcastically...."May I help you gentlemen in some way?" The kid in the front pulled out a knife and so did the kid next to him, Santiago looked at them blankly and he heard the kid in the front say......"Give me every cent you have and I'll let you keep your life and your tongue." Santiago looked back at Christina and said....."Walk away from here now, we'll finish this conversation later." She nodded and got up from her seat and walked away quivering in shock from the sudden change of events. Santiago stared down each kid in the group with cold eyes, he saw people around him staring but not doing much, thinking briefly (I'm fucked if I don't think of something quick, I gotta either improvise or pray for a miracle.)
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Zack Kinneas
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Post by Zack Kinneas on Apr 8, 2008 22:34:18 GMT 1
It’s been a hectic few weeks for Zack. The youngster had arrived at a school that was already in a chaotic state and in the meantime, things hadn’t gone any better. Zack had hardly visited any classes but had had some fights already. Most people were just not cooperating and it pissed Zack off. He had been here for three weeks now but he had still not seen any sight of his old friend August. People were not giving out much information… perhaps because he was so frustrated that he had usually already beaten the crap out of them before they could talk… but still he found it weird. August had made a name for himself so quick on their previous school, how come he didn’t even hear about him?
Zack had heard about the watchers and the so called pillars that were now fighting the watchers. He hadn’t been into a fight with either one of the groups, but that was mostly because he thought the whole thing was just one big laugh. He hadn’t been there during the chaotic events last week in the auditorium, he had been in his dorm… playing video games or sleeping… or whatever it was, he didn’t even remember clearly. It didn’t matter that much, he found his time here a waste anyway. He had come here in the hope to find his friend, but instead he found nothing but a big mess. Apparently the principle had somehow become unwell or whatever, he was removed from his function. With that event happening, the watcher had also been moved and Zack found him in an even more chaotic school than ever before.
For now however, it was time for his lunch.
Zack moved swiftly through the crowd that had formed in the hallways. With the year coming to its end, most students were just roaming the halls nowadays, looking for some fun. With a smirk on his face, the young student intentionally smacked his shoulder in most students he walked past, pushing them away harshly, resulting in several angry faces and sometimes some harsh words. But Zack wouldn’t turn around and make a mess… not now. He was hungry and he would simply go to the cafeteria and intimidate the young girl behind the desk there so he could get a free lunch again. When he entered the cafeteria, he was just in time to hear a loud crashing sound as someone was apparently breaking down a vending machine. Drawn by the sound, the smirking face of Zack turned towards the cause of the noise and moved in that direction. He couldn’t see what exactly was happening due to the crowd, but eventually he noticed a familiar person kneeling in front of a lot of snacks. Before Zack could speak however, he noticed another student sneak towards his friend from behind.
‘The fuck?’ Zack’s smirk turned to a grim as the other student forcefully struck at August. Gritting his teeth, Zack readied himself to move in. ‘What the fuck is that git thinking? Sneaking up on someone like that, doesn’t anyone here has balls themselves?’
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Post by Kyukaku on Apr 9, 2008 2:52:28 GMT 1
MacMillan was gone with rumors of his murder, though no one could be sure they were anything but rumors. With his departure, the time of the Watchers had also come and gone. That left graduation, where the class of 2008 had departed from the walls of Hircine High for the final time. It seemed things were finally getting back to normal for Kyukaku.
That, of course, was never a good thing.
If it wasn't one thing, it was another. However, this time it was both that one thing and another +1. It was lunch time in the cafeteria, and while most people sat down to eat, others had different ideas in mind. A student walked into the cafeteria, wielding a fire extinguisher. It wasn't until it impacted against the vending machine that it had caught Kyukaku's attention.
Having the same curiousity that killed the cat, Kyu pushed himself up from the table, sliding his chair behind him. He began to make his way over, moving forward and to the right where another student had picked up a table leg and prepared to take action against the first student. About to kick it into gear, another noise had popped up from his left. It was Santiago, the boy Kyukaku had sparred the other day. Kyu paused a moment, orming a triangle between the candy battle and the lunch money mugging.
Dammit...you'll take priority Santiago. Those two can beat on eachother for a while before they try to beat on me.
"Well." Kyukaku exhaled loudly, slamming his left palm onto the table behind the four punks as he leaned against it non-chalantly.
"I have to commend you four. Not everyone can have that much testosterone, that they'll mug AND threaten someone in front of a hundred different witnesses. Well, maybe Odin would have that much testosterone...he was always busting at the seams with it...ah, nevermind. The point is, you four have gotten yourself into a bad postion. Enough to get the four of you expelled, and two of you sent to prison for that trimmer you got in your hand. So here's what we can do, you guys can set down the knives and just walk away, or you can suffer the consequences."
"...You threatening me, holmes?" The one that spoke to Santiago previously turned around, waving his knife in front of Kyukaku's face as he approached.
"Kind of." Kyukaku shrugged, remaining casual with a smirk. "You can stab me if you want, but then the deal would probably be off."
Kyukaku held the man's gave for what seemed like a full minute. It was then that he flipped his knife shut, slipping it back into his pocket before walking away. "Shit. You ain't even worth the trouble."
Watching them, to take note of their faces for future reference, Kyukaku waited until they were gone from the area before turning back to look at Santiago. "You're good at making friends, I see."
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August Velway
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Post by August Velway on Apr 9, 2008 5:18:18 GMT 1
Munchies munchies munchies... OW, god FUKIN' DAMMIT!!
It seemed some prick decided to lunge a piece of damn wood into the bulk of August Velway's back when he was turned away grabbing candy. To say the least, the senior student wasn't happy; all he had been doing was collecting some of the spoils of his hard work, and this strange guy come up behind him to not only steal his Snickers, but even went ahead to hit him?
OOooooh, it's on you son of a bitch.
The pain had been pretty severe, especially considering his tenderness from the wound Gilsin gave him, and so Velway fell to his knees without a second thought, his left hand pressed against the pile of candy and his right hand tightly holding onto the fire extinguisher as his teeth gritted in furious agony. The bastard had given him a low blow; the only response that was worthy would be the exact same thing.
"DAMN ya asshole, was that even necessary?" Velway commented with his back arching a bit, side glancing the guy with complete surprise, watching the punk hold up the wooden leg as if he were worth shit, "Didn't your mama teach you how to ask for sweets, sayin' 'pretty please mama bitch, I want the taste of daddy's sweets...'?"
Gripping the Snickers bars in his left hand, Velway allowed a hefty grin to pass over his face, and through the pain, he shrugged, "But whatever, I'll let ya have 'um, since I'm a nice guy."
Just then, August took whatever bars of candy were in his left hand at the moment and tossed them directly at the domineering man's face, before leaning his body a bit forward and place his weight on his left leg, the pain still stinging substantially, but not enough to stop the swing of his left and right arm as they, together, led the dented fire extinguisher towards the side of his attacker's right knee, intent on giving him a nice broken bone.
I hope you like the taste of pain too, senseless prick...!
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Jack Lifeson
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Post by Jack Lifeson on Apr 9, 2008 5:33:36 GMT 1
Jack had adjusted his glasses calmly, by placing his middle finger against the center of his glasses and pushing up very, very slowly. As the young man spoke, Jack's grip on the piece of wood only grew tighter and tighter. I shouldn't be here. Jack thought, focusing on the situation at hand and not the knives a few meters away. And I shouldn't be doing this. Jack rolled his shoulders forward, giving a noiseless exhale. Upon hearing about how much of a nice guy August was, Jack cocked his head to the side as a snickers bar flew past his face, and raised his right leg briskly to step back. Upon seeing the young man heave the fire extinguisher towards his leg, he reacted quickly.
Jack placed the weight of his foot against the fire extinguisher, bringing it not back towards August's face, but slipping his heel against it and over it- and thusly being able to slam it to the ground while simultaneously bringing down the table leg towards the back of August's cranium, with a parabolic swing with his arm. He would try and do his best to place his foot on the hand of August, but the primary goal was to remove the two handed threat and put the young man down with great unconsciousness.
Yusuf, on the other hand, stroked his beard upon seeing knives and Kyukaku talking his way through the situation. Looking back to Jack, he frowned lightly. "Talking's good." Yusuf mumbled to himself while nodding. "Buuut pounding is good too..."
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Zack Kinneas
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Post by Zack Kinneas on Apr 9, 2008 7:12:29 GMT 1
Zack’s curiosity took over as he noticed a group of thugs apparently holding a knife towards someone. He had known Hircine was violent, but he had never read anything about the place being a ghetto. Whatever the case was with these ‘particular people’, he didn’t really care too much. He noticed a student already taking care of it and with a smirk he made a mental note of the face… Another hero who would probably not like his way of thinking anyway… but that was just fine… Zack was always in for a fight. When he turned his gaze back, it rested upon a large bearded male who looked at the fight from just as far as he did and was mumbling to himself. By the look of things, the male might have some connections with the one who was attacking August, but Zack didn’t give a damn, he was too far away to stop Zack immediately anyway, plus there was a crowd between them as well.
Zack quickly dashed forwards towards the left side of the individual who had struck August. His intentions weren’t to strike the student without him even seeing it coming, Zack wasn’t that kind of guy. Though he loved a fight, he found backstabbing a harsh thing… Not that he preferred a two on one fight, but he didn’t intend on actively participate in this fight anyway. His only intention was to get the guy away from August so his friend could at least get a good position at fighting. However, when Zack moved in, he noticed August slamming the fire extinguisher towards the guy’s right knee and the guy trying to do something about it. Perhaps he would be on time to avoid his knee being crushed, but that would leave him with Zack coming from the left side, forcing him to either divide his attention, or take the simple blow Zack threw at him.
Upon arriving, Zack simply forcefully trusted his left fist out towards the man’s shoulder, intended on simply having enough force behind the strike that the man would either stumble back by the impact or dodge backwards to avoid the attack. Whatever the case, Zack would immediately move a step back after his attack and keep his hands up to continue fighting if the man forced it. He found himself quite weak without a weapon himself though and his eyes quickly scanned the room while he waited for anyone to do anything.
“Goddamn you, August… you know this could’ve been avoided if you weren’t eating so much chocolate all the time…”
Grinning at his friend, he waited to see how this thing would unfold…
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Post by Nathan Branigan on Apr 10, 2008 21:40:10 GMT 1
Nathan walked out of the bathroom with freshly washed hands into the cafeteria. Breakfast burritos were good, but they played hell with his stomach today. Walking into the area with the menu, he stepped into line. 'Today we are serving: Burritos, Chicken Patties, Tacos, and Cold Milk.' 'Oh Hell no!' Nathan thought with his stomach reacted instantly to the thought of school served Mexican food. He quickly walked to the vending machine with a dollar in hand. He placed it in, face up, and pressed A17, waiting for the Doritos Spicy Sweet Chili Flavor to drop down with his full attention. He instinctively reached through where the glass should have been, opened his bag, and placed three chips into his mouth. *Crunch crunch...crunch* Were the sounds made as he realized something wasn't right. He turned around to see a student with a fire extinguisher, one with a bar, and several other students around the general area. He stepped toward them and heard another crunch, but not from his chips, suddenly realizing the vending machine's glass was broken.
Nathan slowly held up his hand, "Okay..." he paused to reach into his bag to eat more chips. *CRUNCH* "Who broke the vending machine?" He said pointing to the object behind him.
'Never a dull moment at this school is there?'
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Jack Lifeson
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Post by Jack Lifeson on Apr 11, 2008 0:31:28 GMT 1
Jack had swung the table leg back with gusto, somewhat like a baseball player would during a long photo shoot to beef his own ego. He did so, luckily, upon Zack racing upwards to his left. Jack, with weaponry, was left handed. Upon swinging it back he would accidentally- but luckily- crack the student named Zack in the side of the face- the left side- which would make his punch brush up against the back of his jacket, at best. The scene, if played out, would be much like a three stooges scenario in terms of the fire extinguisher being slammed down, and Zack's face becoming one with the leg. As Jack would attempt to slam the table leg down- he would feel and hear a CRAK! as the leg would hit Zack, and thusly he would lose his grip on it. This would cause him to abandon the table leg, and simply slam his foot into the extinguisher and downwards. Losing his initial plan, he would hop 'up' onto the extinguisher, simply for half a moment, and plant his other foot, once again comedic like, into the face of August. The scene would hopefully end with Zack having a chipped tooth, and Jack mid air planting his foot into August's face- as suspension on a fire extinguisher held by a student was something for Monks and Cirque Du Solei performances.
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William Fletcher
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Post by William Fletcher on Apr 11, 2008 2:14:55 GMT 1
He chewed in calm silence at a table, alone as usual in the first week since returning on his sporadic schedule to Hircine, and flipped the pages of a book in front of him given to him by the teacher for his English class. Great Expectations, it said, and in a muted hint of irony he noted that he expected little from the book. He was no stranger to such literature, possessing a literary intellect that belied his fearsome size and demeanour, and despite having no real interest in the paperback continued to thumb through it as the cafeteria went about their lunch.
A hair-spiking shatter from one end of the hall brought his eyes up from the book, although his head made no movement, and he made a casual observation of the scene in front of him. The few who scattered towards the snacks that had been freed from the machine weren't recognisable from his distance away, and without more than a passing note, he returned to the book and picked at a roll in front of him idly.
The commotion that followed caused a furrow to appear on his brow as it grew in its brief existance, and as it began to escalate, Will took another small bite from the roll before setting it down, cornering the page he was currently on in the book and doing the same before rising from the table without a word. Nothing betrayed his expression as he casually paced in the direction of the scuffle, walking to one side enough to give him a sidewards perspective on the whole thing as he muttered quietly, his words audible to the tables he passed.
"Why is it..."
His pace increased minisculely as a slight growl rose into his voice as he passed the first few tables..
"That every time I look for some peace and quiet..."
By now he was striding directly towards the conflict with an anger clear on his face, and he paused at one of the empty tables a moment when barely five or six metres separated him from the fighting group. Reaching down, his hands would grasp either side of the table firmly as he hoisted it into the air with a spin and launched it towards the centre of the fray as he practically roared out the last words.
"SOMEONE HAS TO MAKE A FUCKING SCENE!?"
The tables weren't the heaviest of things, at least not to the burly Irishman in any regard, but if any of the cluster was unfortunate enough to bear the brunt of that table hitting them, even catching them with a corner or a leg, they'd almost certainly be hurt by it. As of yet, however, Will had not realised August was within the ruckus and was simply attacking before thinking. Picking up one of the chairs that had been left standing in a stark space to the uniform layout of the cafeteria, he dragged it alongside him in one hand before swinging it into the side of some student he didn't recognise nor give a flying fuck about. Without so much as breaking stride, the chair would be switched to his opposite hand, his left, as he scowled towards the group, waiting for whichever one was going to make his opinions about flying tables known first.
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August Velway
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Post by August Velway on Apr 13, 2008 2:55:54 GMT 1
He... kicked the extinguisher?
Velway had to admit that, in that brief moment, he was caught off guard. He hadn't expected the guy to literally kick down August's makeshift weapon with a conveninet shift of his leg. Fact was, though, that the guy pulled it off, and now Velway was sitting idly. It appeared that the prick was going to crack the leg across the back of his head too, but the sudden intervention of some guy led the table leg in an arc towards his direction instead.
Of course, it seemed that August wasn't out of the loop, as the prick suddenly thought it intelligent to balance his right leg on the fallen extinguisher and kick his left leg at Velway's face!
There wasn't much time for August to think, considering the extreme rapidity of the fight sequence, but the Horseman had a stroke of luck: when he saw the arc of the table leg coming towards him, August attempted to duck his head downward, pointing the top of his cranium towards his attacker in the process. Conveniently, when the guy attempted to kick him in the face, his foot would meet a hard skull instead of a fleshy nose.
And once Velway felt the recoil of the hit and the rush of pain in his head, he didn't hesitate. He just pushed.
Using his anchored position to the ground as leverage, August Velway pushed his body forward with as rapid of a thrust as he could muster, planning on tossing the bastard on his ass. And considering the guy had one leg on Velway's head, one leg on a circular fire extinguisher, and one arm arcing towards the new arrival in the fight, the Horseman doubted that he had much of a chance to escape the fall backward.
Especially when Velway heard the crash of something extremely large up ahead... he had no idea what it was, but he really hoped that it landed on the prick. Hard.
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Post by Zack Kinneas on Apr 14, 2008 9:05:35 GMT 1
Zack’s agility allowed him to maneuver his body very swiftly even at high speed. As he ran towards the individual that attacked August, he noticed the weapon in his hand being lowered. However, right before he arrived at the student, he swung the weapon back towards Zack. Zack was at a high speed, but he was able to stretch his body to the right, allowing the leg to land on his shoulder softly. The student wouldn’t have swung the table leg further backwards, since he had still no idea about Zack being there. He had positioned the leg on striking height and stopped it. The end just tipped Zack’s shoulder at that moment. His left arm however was still free and with it, he simply placed his hand on his midriff and slammed his elbow into the side of the student, almost ensuring the guy would stumble away.
Even if he wouldn’t, the student would have to move away to dodge the attack. Zack however immediately turned his body in a swift circle to the left after his left elbow had collided with the student. His arms were ready to block incoming attacks, but he doubted the student would immediately respond to his attack since Jack would still be caught off guard by this attack. The bad thing was, he would probably still have his weapon.
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Post by Kyukaku on Apr 14, 2008 18:52:01 GMT 1
There wasn't even a moment's respite for Kyukaku. Without even having time to listen to Santiago's response, if one was ever given, Kyukaku turned his head over his shoulder at yet another outburst. It was another student Kyukaku didn't recognize. Turning just in time to see the man heft a table, Kyukaku didn't linger around another moment before he burst back into motion.
Fully turning around in a sprint, Kyukaku would leap onto one of the cafeteria's long tables, stepping on several pieces of food no one had been eating, since they were all focused on at least one of the chaotic scenes unfolding. Moving in a straight line, Kyukaku would be heading directly towards the center space between the vending machine, and the angry Irishman. Diving head first off the table, Kyukaku's hands clasped underneath another circular table, flipping it upwards and outwards into the line of fire.
The table would flip and land on its edge, rolling at just the right time to catch the impact of the flying table. The flying table would hit it with a crack, though deflecting off to the side and coming to rest shortly thereafter. The other table would then continue towards the others, though albeit at an angle and moving much slower in a rolling motion.
Continuing the motion of the flip of the table, Kyukaku would roll forward, coming to his feet just after the tables collided. He would stroll forward, moving almost exactly to where the two tables had collided. Positioning his body to the side, Kyukaku would be standing between all those getting invovled. On his left side would the Pillar with the Doritos, the Revelation member, his friend, and the scrappy table leg boy. On his right were two, no one, now that the chair toting guy smacked it into the head of the other one. It wasn't the most strategic position if he was about to get jumped from all sides, but it was the best he could do at the moment.
"I'm glad you brought that," Kyukaku paused, turning his head towards William, though still able to see the others out the corner of his eye.
"I was just about to propose we all sit down to talk about this. What do you all say?"
Kyukaku spoke to everyone, though kept his eye more towards William who didn't look like he would comply anytime soon...
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Post by Jack Lifeson on Apr 17, 2008 16:14:31 GMT 1
This is all too fast for me...
August was correct. He wouldn't be able to escape a fall. However, Jack attempted his best to make sure the fall would be forward. Upon feeling the table leg graze somebody, his attempt to do anything else would fail. It was now time to exit the situation, and briskly. Getting his bearings momentarily, he would, with August's solid head, move his leg on the extuingisher forward and bend his knee that was on August's head. As August moved himself forward, Jack shifted his upper body weight forwards himself. The next portion wouldn't be one of his best landings.
As August rushed forward and as Zack attempted to elbow a man atop of another mans head, Jack would rush himself forward and roll behind August's back, crashing to the floor and rolling on his back several feet before standing up mildly disoriented- the table leg long abandoned when his escape route came into play. He'd stand as quickly as possible with his hands up, but realized then that Kyukaku had placed himself as the dominant figure between the trio, to the point where he was talking. Jack took this time to kick up a snickers bar and pocket it, while tossing a dollar coin on top of the broken machine as tribute.
"Nothing to talk about." Jack would say, breathing heavily. "I'm gone."
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