Vesper Infection

[Valencia Donahue]

It began with a phone call some time at some night ago. It wasn’t a pleasant one that Ruth had to answer and relay to another, but she knew that if she didn’t, a certain friend of hers… Would react a lot differently should she find out later. Valencia was finishing up her homework when Ruth suddenly barged into the room with the message, causing the Asian to flinch before rushing to get out of the house. Ruth soon followed after and drove in her pickup truck all the way to the school dorms to pick up Gladys before giving chase to the Vietnamese lady getting a head start on foot. She wasn’t in the right state of mind to think more rationally. All she wanted was to deal with the problem while it was still in the haze of her anger… While she was no longer inhibited by planned thought. The lesbians found her as she rounded a corner in the streets.

“They’re there… GET ME OVER THIS FENCE, RIGHT NOW!!”

They got out of the truck and acted as swiftly as they were able. On the other side of the fence was a dark, dark alley roaring with all sorts of sounds, ranging from something getting broken to someone getting broken. Gladys and Ruth got ready to give Valencia a boost and as the stuntwoman got ready, she imparted a few words…

“Drive to the other side and pick me up from there.”

…Then, she went over the fence. Ruth didn’t say a word as she slammed the pedal to the metal and tried to beat every light that got in her way. Gladys nervously held onto her glasses and gripped the armrest tightly. They both knew that after this night was going to be confrontation they’ve been working around but up to for some time now. They rounded a corner and lo and behold was Valencia running out the alley, dragging a young man of Hispanic-looking descent. The damage was for the most part minimal on her part, but times ten-hold on the man’s part. Valencia unceremoniously picked up and tossed him unto the rear load before jumping onto the vehicle after. The four drove off into the night as some pedestrians could’ve sworn that they’ve heard Valencia screaming at the young man while not only tending to his wounds, but also slapping him awake for being the dumbest moron alive that she knows of.

Two days later…

There was something peculiar about the halls whenever Valencia was in the vicinity. It was calm, but it crackled with tension as she ventured through them with the same brisk pace, however with a different disposition than usual. Not like they knew that Valencia’s aura was the cause for uneasiness, but they still felt it. Later that day, the heavens brewed with its own set of crackling as the ions in the atmosphere became charged. A storm was in the works, evident by the rain pattering moderately against every window in the school. Valencia can’t remember the last time she’ve ever listened to the PA in order to tell if football practice was going to be cancelled or not… So she headed to the field herself. Player 57 was in full uniform, leaving the grassy area, removing his helmet to look up at the sky above only to see Valencia first. Before he could say anything, Valencia spoke…

“Where’s my ex?”

Player 57 was taken by surprise and was struck speechless. Valencia decided to add some more words, aware that her average behavior won’t do much good in a time like this.

“It’s not like I’ve been keeping track of him to know what he’s been up to all this time. He wasn’t at practice again, wasn’t he?”

[PLAYER 57]: “He… He quit some time ago. Coach got tired of his absences, practices and games against small schools, no matter how many games against big schools he helped to win.”

“Figures. Do you know where he would be at this time? Or can you at least guess?”

[PLAYER 57]: “I really don’t know, Valencia… It’s not like we’re close enough that I’d be able to know—”

“Gratitude for your assistance… I really do appreciate what you’ve told me. I haven’t been coming to the games lately, so I’ll use this opportunity to wish the team felicitations.”

[PLAYER 57]: “No problem… Just… Just so you know, he has a new—”

“Another one. For the past few weeks, I’ve fought his other girlfriends. Halls, off campus, streets. I find it funny that out of all the girlfriends he has, all of them only know that I used to be his while they’re all thoroughly unaware of each other’s existence. Good day to you. I wish you luck in the coming games.”

Player 57 scratched his head as Valencia nodded and quickly took her leave, obviously off to seek her ex and settle things once and for all. He didn’t know too much about the going-ons involving Valencia and her ex, but he figured out from what he did know that Valencia wasn’t looking for a friendly chat. She marched across the field and sought refuge under the nearest cover she found, which was against the side of a building. The wind was picking up now and the rain was falling harder. Her dead-looking eyes were now filled with vigor and fire as she surveyed the grounds a couple times, calculating away in her mind where her ex would be.

“If I was an asshole destined for prison, where would I be…”

She looked around some more.

“…If I was a leech of the past that’s going to be removed, where would I be…”

((OOC: Yes, this is open...))

[lazy]

"Hmmm... In the garbage, perhaps....?"

Kai was a few feet away from Valencia, watching the baseball team do their thing. What a boring sport. He sighed, watching the playing in the cage slam the ball home. Ridiculous. I could never hit it like that. Hell, I can barely aim. It was true. The only time Kai played baseball was during gym class. Kai turned around and looked at Valencia. Memories came flooding back.

The classroom. The teacher. The textbook, stained with the teacher's blood. The window. The journey down. The golf cart chase. The gym. The fire alarm. The sprinklers. The figure in the rain. His arm reaching out, so close to freedom. Then, fade to black.

Kai almost smiled, but held it back. "Hell, Valencia," Kai said softly.

EDIT: ((Way to dust the both of us off. :/ By the way, we met in the suburbs section a while ago. Just refreshing your memory.))

My bad.

I don't know how to reply to this, so I won't. :/

[dante]

"It seems a storm will be coming soon... a big one by the looks of the rain. Good thing I got this jacket." Dante would mutter to himself as he looked out the window of his Geometory class, not really paying attention since there was only about 3 minutes left in the class and the fact he already got the main gist of today's lesson despite his difficulty in understanding Geometory. His eyes would look around dully and without purpose, or rather with the purpose of wasting time. At any rate, his eyes would soon find Valencia in the rain, or at least what looked like her. His eyes widened slightly as he observed her actions, guessing she was talking to the football jock nearby. He sighed lightly, wondering what exactly they were talking about until the snap of a meter stick soon made itself apparent on his desk,

"Dante!" the extremely short teacher would say as Dante turned to him, grinning sheepishly. The 5 foot tall man sighed as he shook his head lightly,

"It is time for math, not checking out a girl's behind." he explained, Dante shaking his head as he waved his hands in front of him defensively,

"Hey don't get the wrong idea, that wasn't it at all!" he yelled back, his teacher snickering a bit as he rolled his eyes. ON cue though, the bell rang, Dante's reaction being right on the first ring as he dashed out of his seat with his backpack,

'It's been a while so it be nice to talk to her again.' he thought as he ran out of the classroom, jumping down the first flight of stairs that was ahead of him, luckily only being about 10 feet upward or so. He groaned lightly as left eye squinted, grimacing at the pain that was apparent in his legs,

"Never... do that... again." he stated bluntly as he shook his head and started descending the rest of the stairs. He held back the urge to stop and let his legs rest as he dashed out of the doors ahead of him that lead to Valencia's last location. His dark orange eyes traveled around the area, searching for the rather cryptic woman,

'There she is.. time to pull a Batman.' Dante would think as his eyes fell upon the charming vixen. Regardless, he would slowly start to walk toward her, a moderate pace being delivered as the distance closed between them,

“If I was an asshole destined for prison, where would I be… If I was a leech of the past that’s going to be removed, where would I be…” would be picked up by Dante's ears as the gap closed. A small smile would present itself on his face as he would suddenly have a quick burst of speed, appearing behind her. His leather jacket would have been removed from his own attire at this point, letting the blonde vixen add it to her own,

"My guess would be gangbanging for the first one and as for the second one well... I have no idea." he would speak, soon creating 5 feet of space between himself and her as he leaned against a nearby wall. Another man soon appeared though, putting in his own two cents as well. Mentally, Dante sighed at the apperance of another person, having hoped to be able to talk to Valencia alone but did not let his body language or anything that could give it away make itself present,

'And here I was hoping I could get to know her better... how irritating.' he thought as he made a gesture with his head to show that he acknowledged the other man nearby,

'Hopefully she doesn't have a condition when it comes to getting to cold... otherwise I'mma have to freeze my balls for a while.'

[Valencia Donahue]

Valencia blinked, then twitched a little when Kai mentioned her name. She didn’t remember ever introducing herself to him and she didn’t really know his name, but she decided that perhaps her reputation preceded her. So much for low-profiles, huh? There was a flash lightning and a lull as the Vietnamese lady pondered over the words of “Bucky” as the rain fell harder. This storm was coming in, but it may take a while until it would finally start up for reals.

California could use some rain… Word is that there might be a drought…

A roll of thunder blanketed the skies. Aside from Kai, within Valencia’s range of perception was Dante with his own suggestion as to where to continue her search. Then it hit her… A couple things actually, but it’s best to take things one at a time. One thing was the combination of the two young men’s suggestions adding up to a possibility. Trash. Gangbanging. It clicked a bit in her mind and the gears began to turn as she processed some information. Generic places where you’d find hoodlums popped up like search results. Nothing too familiar came to mind because when she was still dating her ex, they never stayed around or frequented certain places on campus. They were always here or there… As for the other thing that hit Valencia…

Two… Random… People.

…And two random people who have absolutely no idea about her past at that. And that’s life! A flash of lightning illuminated Valencia’s features as she wondered back and forth whether or not it’d be a good or bad idea for these people to know. Mreh. If they found out, they found out. Life goes on. Valencia “conceals everything in plain sight”. That’s the best way to hide something anyhow. Right in front of a person’s face while said person is still blissfully unaware of what’s inches under his or her nose.

It’s a “public secret” thing anyways. It’s not like they’ll know EVERYTHING about me. What I’m going to do next might draw some unneeded attention and it never hurts to have meatshields, scapegoats, distractions, and buffers to slow down interference. And these guys might even leave me be if I’m lucky.

With a curt nod to both Dante and Kai, Valencia began to walk out of the safety of the building’s side and spoke before going on.

“Gratitude.”

Thunder roared across the atmosphere as Valencia walked away from the two. Her argent hues flicked about until she spotted the pathway leading to the parking lot. Here’s a promising start. Thus began her quick pace to her destination. Trash. Gangbanging. There was one occasion when she was heading home one afternoon and accidentally saw her ex… And (one of) his girlfriend(s)… In a car together doing something best not described in detail. What’re the odds of it happening again? Only one way to find out.

Meanwhile, Player 57 was still concerned for the young lady who may be out to do something potentially dangerous. Like most regular people, he wasn’t one to think that she could “handle herself” so as he removed his gear, he began to start up a random conversation in the locker rooms with other fellow players who were changing at the time. It was a seemingly innocent thing to ask. Remember that one player who wore the jersey with the number two on it? A short talk about his relations throughout the school would branch into a topic about his non-football-playing friends who do what most dregs of society do, which in turn branches into his many girlfriends… In which he double-triple-quadruple-times, but hardly any of them are aware of this except for Valencia, her friends, and almost everyone else except for the girlfriends themselves for some freaky reason. Then, the topic would land upon the young lady halfway to the parking lot… And that young lady was Valencia, who stopped momentarily to stare at a couple of her ex’s friends (probably smoking in their little circle) before she continued her journey.

Pillars… Last thing I want is Pillars popping in… Then random strangers and the rest of the lot… It’s hard to remain unnoticed at times…

A flash and a roll. Valencia pondered about what she’d do during such worse case scenarios as she walked on until she arrived upon the parking lot and spotted a car with the windows rolled down and provocative noises coming from it. From two people, a male and a female, one of which was familiar. Jeesh…

“Where to start… I don’t want to be rude, but when things need to be done, they need to be done… Ugh…”

She sighed with disgust as she walked towards the car, then kicked its rear repeatedly until she finally got the couple’s attention. The male’s bare, tanned upperbody came out of a window and before he could scream his lungs out, he smirked at the sight of his ex, Valencia. The female’s head followed after, also presumably bare and thankfully censored by the ex’s form. I believe it’s about time that the narrator introduces this ex’s entitlement as Agon (jersey number two) the running back, though he’s also known to play other positions as well. He slipped on his sunglasses and chuckled as his current girlfriend asked him who Valencia was and he just told her to get back into the car.

“Would it be too much… For me to ask of you to put on some clothes and come out of the car?”

[AGON]: “If you really wanted to save the trouble, why don’t you take off your clothes and come into my car?”

After that comment, Valencia not only kicked the rear end of his car some more, but also pulled out her extendable walking and commenced smashing the back window, causing Agon’s current girlfriend to freak out and Agon to get really pissed off. Valencia stopped after around three strikes.

“No. Put some pants on and get out of the car. It’s personal.”

[AGON]: “Get rid of your stick and give me a minute, or I’ll kill you where you stand.”

Valencia coolly retracted her rod, then tossed it off to the side once Agon motioned her not to put it back into the folds of her attire. Her expression was cold, frigid, but most noticeable of all, her gaze met his. Eye to eye. A flash of lightning, then thunder as the storm drew closer.

“We all gotta go sometime, so after our talk, I dare you to kill me. Now hop to it and calm down your girlfriend before she draws too much attention… I recommend that she put on some clothes too.”

Valencia looked about to see if there were any spectators, though it was highly unlikely that they were alone.

[William Fletcher]

~Thok~

The dull sound of Hircines current Linebacker being punched to the ground was not witnessed by many, and as William set about pounding the young man against the ground, his fists crashing into his targets head and face with real anger before he leaned down closer, his forearm pinning his head back at his throat. His voice was furious at the arrogance the footballer had shown to him, and whilst William had been quite content to simply get what he wanted to know from him before letting him go, he was not about to let the remarks slide.

"Once. A-fucking-gain. What is her name...?"

"A-a-alright, alright...The girl you're looking for. Her names Valencia. Valencia Donahue. The old running back used to date her. She might know where to find the guy you're looking for..."

A heavy headbutt knocked the linebacker from his conscious state almost completely, and Will stood up to make his way through the school. He knew about the girl, he'd heard snippets about her ex here and there but he'd paid so little attention to Hircines football team that only vague snips of names remained. Faces were out of the question, at least when it came to the players. However, Valencia would be easier to find, all he'd have to do was look in the right places...

~About an hour later~

Sighing, stepping through the front doors of the school and standing at the far end of the parking lot, he leaned against the wall a moment as he considered his options. He knew from the few people he'd asked that she was blonde, a senior, pretty short all in all. Not that it didn't cover a large number of people, but it was a starting point. Glancing over into the lot, watching a few people crowd at a car as a girl created a ruckus, he almost turned away before he stopped, taking a double-take of the situation.

She was blonde.

She was fairly short.

Valencia was both of those, plus she had a bastard of an ex-boyfriend who, from the constant whispers, was a....bit of a lad, they'd have put it back home.

A little over a hundred feet away, a short, blond girl was in the process of smashing a cars rear-window out. Coincidence was a convenient occurrence to be present for, and the large Irishman took only a few moments to calmly approach. Unlike most of the spectators, he immediately strode through the two-car distance barrier most people were keeping for sake of being caught in the mess, leaning on the tailgate of a pickup next to the scene with considerable amusement. He knew how the girls back home would react if their partners decided to play away, and secretly he thought the young lady would have fit right in back in Ireland in that regard.

In a matter of seconds, his amusement vanished at the running backs words, threatening her serious harm. He was easily bigger than her, considering he was a football player, or at least was a football player. His eyes would skim to the side at the girl, a year older than him and clearly set on her actions, before flicking to the other party present beside the guy involved. A mild expression of disgust escaped him at the partly clad girl before he sighed, shaking his head and speaking to Valencia herself, paying little attention to the others at the moment. He did, of course, have his own agenda. If nothing else, she would have just led him to the person he wanted to....talk with.

"Miss. Whatever business ye have wi' yer ex doesn't concern me, but I have some things I want tae talk t'him about. D'ye mind terribly if I throw my own hand in 'ere?"

He wouldn't have shifted, he wouldn't have changed the tone of his voice. He would simply have spoken, nothing more or less, before waiting for Valencia to respond to his words. Were it not for the shards of glass from the shattered window on the trunk of the car and the girl screaming her obscenities, this could have been any other meeting. William hadn't lied about his interest in speaking with the guy, but he had omitted one small factor to the equation. He didn't 'talk' things over with people when he needed to find something out.

Be it at the hand of an Irishman with his own agenda or the girl who stood before him, this poor sap was in one of those situation where the mind can only think 'Awh...Fuck....'

[Valencia Donahue]

((OOC: Dude. Kai. I have a sharp enough memory to recall that out of all the threads Kai and Valencia have been in together, including the one you speak of, they’ve NEVER exchanged names. Ever. Besides… As inconvenient Valencia may be, especially OOC-ly, that’s how she’s portrayed. So, odds are that I’m not going to butcher her characterization anytime soon if I’m going to RP her correctly or I’d be godding myself or something. I’m pretty sure that my last post’s narration encouraged following since she isn’t one for unnecessary small talk, especially with the mood she’s in and how things were set up.))

Valencia’s presumptions were correct. No matter how much she wanted to stay out of sight, scenes and commotions like these were hardly ever ignored by curious onlookers and she was the unfortunate sort of person who believed that such ruckus could be controlled to a minimum. Valencia, didn’t a certain other event teach you big time that you can’t be unnoticed forever? The rain pelted the parking lot and the storm got more frequent in its display and noise. She waited anxiously for Agon to put on his pants and during that time, someone approached her. Had this have been a totally different matter, she would’ve been very interested by William’s manner of speech. But since her brain was compelling her to beat her ex senseless, then kick his corpse down a flight of stairs to be eaten by rabid ferrets…

“Although I really appreciate your consideration, I’m afraid that you may need to wait your turn and hope that he’s still breathing once I’m finished with him. If by any means he’ll change any faster, I ensure you that you’ll get your turn soon enough… If not sooner should you choose to partake in speeding up the wait.”

In short, Valencia didn’t want to anyone to interfere with her business, but if it was going to help her, she was willing to accept assistance. She nodded over to her rod in case the stranger chose to use the means of speeding up the wait… Her way. What Valencia overlooked was a couple of things that the small group of football players were discussing precisely within the same timeframe in their locker room. She was well aware that Agon wasn’t a gentleman and lacked every moral bone in his body, but her tethered rage neglected to recall that he often had a knife with him… A knife that he used frequently, but not often enough with Valencia around to see him use it actively. Agon’s current girlfriend was fully dressed now, though unkempt-looking from how quickly she made the change. Agon told his current girlfriend to get out of the car and find some “friends” as he continued to dilly-dally. She did as she was told and when she got out of the vehicle, she was met with stares at her voluptuous body. Her scornful gaze flashed at the “blonde” Asian before she trotted off in her heels. Valencia roared over the thunder…

“How long DOES it take for a guy to put on some pants, anyways? Quit wasting my time so we can finally finish up what should’ve been over a long time ago.”

[AGON]: “Heh. Don’t you know that I tell my friends all the time to leave you alone?”

“I know. Whether they actually obey you or not and whether you actually enforce your own orders is another story. Besides. This isn’t just me… My friends are a part of this mess too. Get out of the car. Now. And you better have your pants on.”

Any second now… More vandalizing of Agon’s car. Kids, violence isn’t the answer to all problems. On the other hand, in Valencia’s case, since she knows how her ex functions, it’s the only way to get things done whenever it involved this football player who used to play for his school.

[dante]

“Gratitude.” would be the only word muttered by Valencia after the arrival of the two men, her feet already moving forward as Dante shrugged lightly,

'I wonder why she says that rather than thanks... oh well doesn't matter in the end.' he thought quickly as he slipped his own hands into his pocket, walking shortly after Valencia had started her own pace. His intention... actually to just make sure his jacket wasn't stolen. While he was sure Valencia wouldn't steal it per say, she might forget to give it back whenever she was done with it and that jacket wasn't something he'd part with anytime soon,

'And I never shall.' was the only thought ringing in his head as past memories gripped him. They were put to a abrupt halt as Valencia stopped by a car, Dante's right eyebrow raising at this as she started to speak to a guy in the car, and by the looks of it, a girl was in there too. Dante sighed lightly as he shook his head, not even having to see the man's body to tell what he was doing with that girl inside. If he was a gangbanger or at least someone involved with crime anyway, it was safe to assume he had little to no respect for women and was probably just having fun with the girl for his own gain and could care less about the woman inside. Regardless, the man would soon interject with his own words, Dante doing his best at reading his lips from the distance but was failing at miserably. Though, it obviously wasn't something very smart to say as Valencia's immediate reaction was to smash the back window of his car. He stepped forward somewhat, wanting to be in earshot of the rest of this conversation as he crouched down, watching intently but not yet sure whether he should get involved or not,

“No. Put some pants on and get out of the car. It’s personal.” and with that sentence, Dante's mindset was immediately to not get involved in this mess. This was personal for Valencia and Dante technically had no business here so getting involved that would warrent an ass-kicking or something of the sort. Though despite that realization, he wouldn't leave just yet. There was still something that worried him enough to stay by... a weapon. Granted Valencia had one of her own, if that prick inside that car was involved in a life of crime... a knife getting involved seem highly probable. Unfortauntly, something else would happen as well... Valencia would throw her weapon away...,

'Shit...' was all Dante could think as he got ready to spring at any moment. At this point, if Valencia couldn't get back to her weapon if one was pulled out on her, he was ready to strike. With a good 4 years of Kali under his belt, Dante was fairly confident he could adapt to the situation of a knife being brought or a stick (or anything similar) and disarm his opponent if need be. If it came down to that point though... he'd probably just stab him out of spite,

“We all gotta go sometime, so after our talk, I dare you to kill me. Now hop to it and calm down your girlfriend before she draws too much attention… I recommend that she put on some clothes too.” was the last thing Valencia would finish with for the moment, Dante sighing quite heavily mentally,

'We all do have to go sometime... but if it is something you can prolong you sure as hell better do it.' he thought as he stood up, his legs getting just a tad tired from the crouching,

"Miss. Whatever business ye have wi' yer ex doesn't concern me, but I have some things I want tae talk t'him about. D'ye mind terribly if I throw my own hand in 'ere?" would be picked up by Dante's ear, his head turning toward the voice. From the accent it was quite obvious the man was Irish but that wasn't what was important. No, what was important was the fact that another person was here and luckily enough not on the opposing side. Regardless, Dante would not bother adding his own words, still just watching as his eyes traveled, looking for a weapon of sorts. While he would fight if need be regardless, a weapon of some sorts against the possiblity of a knife being withdrawn was something he'd welcome with open arms. That weapon was discovered in the form of a stick, a limb dropped off one of the trees nearby most likely. Whatever the case may be, it looked rather sturdy and thick but not too heavy. The distance between Dante and this nice ole stick was a good 5 feet, Dante inching over to it until it was within his reach but he would not grab it yet. His involvement in this situation was still not determined and holding the stick would probably give the incentive for the man formerly known as "Piece of Shit" in Dante's book to be extra careful and possibly use a knife if he had one,

'Whatever happens... I'll be ready.' he thought, a smirk threatening to grace his features but held back. Right now he needed his poker face on, the one showing no emotion, nor any hint as to what his thoughts were at all.

[William Fletcher]

"Speed things up, eh? Well, I can only warn ye, I'm no' the most subtle o' folks...Jus' try n' keep him in one piece f'r a few extra minutes, then I'll be out o' yer way."

As he spoke he glanced over his shoulder at the baton that had been tossed aside, having skipped over it beforehand and dismissed it. However, whilst he was entirely capable of putting in the cars windows with his hands, it never hurt to avoid getting glass in your palms. Leaning down to pluck it from the ground, he flicked out his wrist and extended it fully before switching it around. Instead of using the thinner end as the impact area, he held it about a third of the way into the rod, using the thicker, heavier handle as more of a bludgeoning tool.

'Tail-lights are untouched, guess she wanted t' make a big impression right now.'

Making no real show of the acquiration of the weapon, he set it against his outside thigh as he walked over toward the car. His eyes would flare over her shoulder at the two antagonists in this situation, the girl who was now out of the car quickly made her way elsewhere, but the footballer seemed almost unwilling to leave the vehicle. Narrowing his vision with a touch of irritance, he brought the extendable down against his right tail-light swiftly, causing the glass to fragment and spill to the ground. Paying little attention to Agon himself, he kept his eyes in the general direction as he moved to the left light, backing up a pace before driving his huge boot, heel first, into the other light.

"Ye're wastin' time here, 'less ye want me t' put yer windshield in."

Pacing his way around the car slowly, glaring in at the former player coldly, he stopped at the front-right corner of the vehicle, watching him with unblinking focus. Valencias baton in his hands drumming lightly against his palm, he waited with muted patience for the guy to step out of his vehicle. Whilst he would honour the fact that Valencia, effectively, had first dibs on this guy, he was completely willing to drag her from him if it meant keeping him conscious enough for Will to find out what he needed to. Looking up and over at her, he spared but a brief few words before his eyes fell back down at Agon.

"Did he always take this long getting dressed...?"

[Valencia Donahue]

The football players grimaced at the grisly tale that a quarterback was telling, about a certain incident in which Agon deliberately “forgot” to walk Valencia home from school on one day. Everyone who knew of this story could tell that it was done on purpose. Valencia decided to walk herself home and as a result, a gang that didn’t sit well with Agon attacked her and she had to fend for herself against the small group as Agon was doing who-knows-what. She survived, but she and many others knew that the reason why she was attacked was because like many girlfriends with boyfriends who have issues with other blokes… She was a glaring weakness and weaknesses are always irresistible to strike at. Agon knew that she was going to get attacked and he let it happen while he took on the opposing gang’s leader because he figured that Valencia had the capacity to handle herself. She was a decoy. And she hated it.

[PLAYER 57]: “Damn… She was sneak-attacked and nearly slaughtered by a gang and they say that she broke up with him due to cheating?!”

[PLAYER 34]: “Lemme tell ya, I don’t know everything about their drama-love-story-shit, but I know for a fact that in relationships, girls can be just as stupid as guys if they have their heart in the right place for the wrong person!”

Too true.

Valencia sneezed and covered her face as a gust wafted a wall of rain across her face. She looked at her hand, then her gaze followed the length of her arm as something was in her peripheral vision. Her silver eyes landed upon her shoulder and spotted a jacket that she didn’t realize was on her until now. Flick, flick, flick. A fast montage of images from the zoo and minutes ago ended with Dante’s features and his tell-tale orange eyes, making her realize that this jacket was his. She felt a little embarrassed, but figured that she’d return it to him sometime later if not sooner. Valencia tilted her head and could’ve sworn that she felt his presence amidst the haze of the rain, but… Her attention was brought back to William and his comment about lacking subtlety. Smashity-smash-smash. Agon’s upper (and still unclothed) body appeared from the side window with his face twisted in fury.

[AGON]: “Didn’t I say—?!”

“—I’m not the one with the stick.”

…Valencia interjected before William threatened to smash in the windshield next.

[AGON]: “Don’t you know what kind of money—”

“Blood money.”

[AGON]: “—I can sue you for this.”

“The entertainment industry has its share of skilled lawyers. Good luck in court.”

Her words were quick and to the point. Valencia pulled Dante’s jacket closer as it began to slide off, trying to make it seem as if it was her own instead of “another boyfriend’s”. William made his way near the front of the vehicle and Valencia soon followed suit, sick of waiting when things needed to be done. She didn’t want to “burn her virgin eyes” by looking at Agon, so she stared elsewhere and away from the car when William asked her his question.

“How should I know. I’ve never been around him whenever he removed or put on his clothes. I’ll just assume that he does take this long.”

The crowd that gathered watched anxiously as a car door opened and Agon made his late entrance… With just his lower body covered up. The only things he wore above his waist were his sunglasses and a repugnant smirk. He closed the door behind him and placed his hands into his pockets before sauntering with a smug aura towards the Asian. He was taller alright and pretty much towered a head if not more over her, but Valencia was unperturbed and stood her ground as if he was just another person.

“You don’t wear tardiness well.”

[AGON]: “It’s supposed to be ‘in’. ‘Fashionably late’ and all that.”

“If you were going to take so long, you might as well have more than you have on now. Anyways, Irving Alejandro. A couple of nights ago, I got a call and I had to fight my way out of a dark alley to keep him alive. He’s a friend of yours and mine and you see… My moonlighting days… Are over and I’d really appreciate it if I didn’t have to go through so much trouble just to stay out of sight.”

[AGON]: “Quit denying it. You’re hard to ignore. And you can’t hide that fact for shit.”

“Your point?”

[AGON]: “If you’re no longer with me, who else are you going to be with? I know that you have ties to all over the place. School, jobs, whatever, but you always seem to have room for just one more and they seem to add up all the time. Sorry, but it’s so hard to let go, even though we’re not dating anymore.”

“Hmm. And here I thought that there wasn’t a ‘blood in, blood out’ policy. I think I’ve heard enough.”

Someone in the crowd screamed when the thunder boomed deafeningly from above. The flash of lightning that followed lit up the area, revealing what made that person scream to begin with, which was Agon striking first and Valencia doing everything within her power to react against someone clearly more built for combat than she. Everything was seemingly in slow-motion as the lightning reflected off of Agon’s blade flying towards Valencia’s torso, then sped up again when she quickly bolted backwards out of reach. Her heart was already racing… She didn’t expect that knife at all and the only reason why she reacted so efficiently was because of the blade’s bright sheen. There was no time to stop for Agon was already within striking range again.

Damn my inability to--!!

There was no time for thinking either. He a got a hold of her shoulder and by the luck of the lord almighty, Dante’s jacket slid off and Valencia managed to break free before Agon got in another stab aimed for the stuntwoman. Her range of perception suddenly got significantly limited as adrenaline and a drop of fear hindered her usually quick judgment. She often gauged her opponents before taking them on, so she fought those who were either at or below her level. Hardly have she ever faced off against anyone stronger… Let alone someone with a malevolent aura so terrifying. Agon tossed Dante’s jacket aside as the storm got louder and louder. The crowd looked on with fear, apprehension, and morbid fascination as if they wanted to see Valencia slaughtered by her ex. It was like watching a nature program where the predator killed the prey and no one was against something so natural… Some even cheered on the likes of the strong destroying the weak.

Then, there were those who kept fighting against all odds. A wave spanned from Valencia instead of the usual radar bar and she found something in the parking lot that might as well make all the difference. Her eyes locked with Agon’s and the two were transfixed in a hypnotic battle of will as Valencia stood her ground and Agon prepared for another strike. She held her gaze until the last second and made her move, resulting in his knife getting caught into the chain-linked fence that was behind her. He let go of his blade then swiftly pivoted to snatch the Vietnamese lady by her shoulders from the front before she could do anything more than that. Agon gripped her and was about to slam her into the ground until he found that Valencia kept moving, refusing to let herself lose her balance in such a dangerous situation. Valencia’s long arms shot out as Agon dragged her from the safety of the metallic barrier and then… He felt himself being pushed back by a girl. The heels of Valencia’s hands were placed right into Agon’s armpits and her nails dug into his tanned skin as she began to push him with her lower body. Tuckus, legs, you name it since only a fool would try to push someone with just their arms.

[AGON]: “Who taught you how to be a linebacker, Valencia?!”

…Agon laughed as he commenced pushing her back. The sheet of water made the two slide and the weight of Valencia’s clothes weighed her down as she kept pushing anyway, in hopes of finding something, anything, that’d help her win. She was losing, whether she wanted to admit it or not, and deep down, she was even a little terrified that her attempt to end it once and for all was going to end the wrong way. Her range of perception was limited again and all she saw was everything in black and white save for her opponent trying to kill her. Where was that “wave” when she needed it again!? Something stopped Valencia from being slid back even more and almost to her surprise, Dante’s jacket saved her once again.

Everything slowed down in the film reel running in Valencia’s skull. Her heel was anchored by the piece of attire, which gave her friction to hold her ground again instead of slipping and sliding on the wet pavement. The wave came around again and for a split-second, everything went from black and white, to gray, then a lapse of color. She felt Agon’s weight in her fingertips and how he was pushing her in attempt to knock her over like some sort of block when her form supported both their weights like a triangle, for lack of better words. She changed the position of her foot against Dante’s jacket and shifted her weight… Then tried to throw him herself. It wasn’t easy because there wasn’t much to grip and it wasn’t as though Agon allowed her to do so, but some how, some way, the fact that it worked almost made her convert to Christianity. Almost.

Agon smashed into the ground, causing onlookers to express their surprise in all sorts of ways, and rolled to avoid the full brunt of Valencia’s kick. Thoughts rushed through her head about how inconvenient it was to resort to kicking and what may happen should she mess up, but she just acted on impulse, keeping her kicks low, aimed where it counted, and only when she was sure-footed until Agon got back onto his feet. Valencia was ready to keep going and for anything else Agon may choose to dish out ‘til the very end…

…Anything, ‘cept for the stun gun he was about to ram into her soaked body at such a close range.

Valencia finally figured out why he took so long to change... And her heart skipped a beat or two as her eyes glued themselves to what may be the end of her days 'til kingdom come.

GODDAMMIT!!

((OOC: Late edit to add an OOC for clarity... In fact, it was when I was going back to edit that I noticed that Dante posted already... Big note. "NPC w/ Name" is stronger than "NPC w/ #" and "NPC w/out Status" so... No ubar-easy-as-hell KO's since Agon here is a big character in Valencia's development since that's not only lame but also... Just goes against "unwritten RPers' etiquette when NPC's are made by other members". I might as well say so now that due to the "may" in the last few sentences of my post, Valencia isn't unconscious just yet since that depends solely on what the other RPers are gonna let happen to her and whatnot. I got a message from another RPer about certain specifics in regards to Agon due to my ambiguity, so I gave him "freedom of creation in terms of physique". Yeah, I think I covered what needed to be covered... PM in case of needing more info.))

[William Fletcher]

ooc: The height and weight ratio I'm using for Agon is based on Valencias own answer. Just noting it now, folks.

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'That's quite enough...'

Throughout the entire debacle so far, William had struggled to keep himself from reacting. At first, he very nearly flew for Agon as the knife was produced, but he couldn't help but confess being stunned into submission at Valencias ability. Even in the rain, he could see clearly that she was, well, perhaps not having the upper hand, but she wasn't exactly losing out on anything yet.

He had his own suspicions regarding the guys abnormal time for dressing, and the production of the knife had said a lot about it. Pacing across the car lot, stopping at the outside of the makeshift 'ring' the former couple were fighting in, his eyes by now had no longer been watching Valencia. There was no point in doing so, when her ex was clearly the kind of fighter ready to pull any dirty trick he could in order to win. One such trick, he'd noticed as Agon fumbled around, had brought him to burst off toward the two. Though he wasn't completely sure what it had been, the swing of the bat that flew at the former footballers face would not only knock him clean off his feet, but put Will in his place as Valencia moved forward. His right arm, immediately after the release, swept back to stop her from crashing into him before he shot the tiniest of gazes right at her, pushing the baton back into her grasp.

"Sorry, but I'm no' seein' ye get hurt in the name of yer revenge..."

In the midst of things, Agon would be picking himself up from the ground, clutching the spot on his cheek where Wills sucker-hit had taken him clean by surprise. Spitting a small glob of blood onto the rain-battered conrete underfoot, he would turn to see his attacker facing him with a furious glare. The stun-gun knocked from his hand, it would be out of the question to try finding it in this weather unless he wanted to take another punch like that square to the face, he would have to rely on his body to take on the larger fighter in front of him.

"Ye not only pulled a knife on the lass, ye try to use a taser on her. Ye really are a fuckin' pussy, aren't ye?"

William approached Agon slowly. He wasn't stupid by any means, though the likelihood of him having another weapon was low, and he kept his eyes firmly glued to his hands at the moment. When he was within a striking range, he waited as Agon threw the first blow of the small skirmish before weaving his head to the side, using his impressive upper-body speed to dodge before snapping a harsh, heavy blow out to his stomach, the fist grinding against his skin and slightly doubling the senior over. His left hand, close to his body in a simple boxing guard, shot out and gripped a handful of his hair before dragging him forward and kneeing toward his head savagely.

"Not quite, big fella..."

Agon had brought his palms up to slow the knee, and whilst it would catch him in the shoulder, its damage-dealing properties were removed before the footballer lunged forward, clearly a tackle, that brought the two to the concrete roughly. Though Will had by no means expected to be floored by a guy like this, he had kept a hand free to try and defend himself, shielding the first punch that came at him with his forearm before the second struck him sharply in the forehead...

However, unlike the expected reaction, he simply grinned widely at Agon. Naturally predisposed with a massive tolerance for pain, not to mention being far bigger built than the lean former running-back, he would refuse to show any sign of weakness from the punch. Sure, it'd hurt him a little, a punch to the head isn't a laughing matter by any means, but therein lay his very point. It unsettled people who hit him to see him simply laugh off their hits, regardless of the actual damage it did or if it hurt him.

Unsettle it did, and Agon faltered for the briefest moment before a palm struck him in the nose, knocking his head back and bringing tears to the slightly smaller fighters eyes. Regardless of fighting ability, regardless of how well you took a hit, a shot to the nose would always, always be able to stun a guy for a moment. In that moment, he would be pushed to the side as Will quickly got back to his feet, cocking back one of those huge towers of meat attached to his waist before swinging it at Agons waist. The older male could only gasp in pain as the kick almost lifted him off the floor, a perfect strike into his ribs that flipped him back over again. Will stood outside his attacking range, his voice barking at the footballer through the drilling of raindrops on the ground as he swept his hair out of his face, a contorted visage of anger on his face.

"Get t'yer feet, ye fuckin' arsehole!"

Beckoning him to his feet, Will waited as Agon got half to his feet before lunging at Will again, diving forward and wrapping his arms around the Irishman before driving him back against a car, sending Will pinned against the vehicle and taking the wind from him.

"You pick some fuckin' moments to start getting noble, dude..."

The punch was one that even Will couldn't entirely ignore, and as it crashed into his sternum he winced suddenly, clutching his chest where the blow had struck, another punch colliding with his jaw and spinning his head to the side before staggering him to the side. For a former football player, he was certainly capable as a fighter. The arm that coiled around his neck as the slightly shorter male tried to catch him in a choke would be the mistake he made though, and with a quick brace, Will stepped back, hooking one of his feet through Agons before falling backward with his entire body-weight, crushing the senior into the concrete and subsequently releasing himself from the attempted choke.

'He's better than I'd given him credit for, but he's not THAT good...'

His back was still to the row of cars that lay behind the two, and through the rain he swept his hair from his eyes again before watching Agon get back to his feet. This time, it would seem the senior was not about to rush him, but Will approached with steady caution before throwing his next punch. Despite being caught in Agons palm and pushed back, sending the Irishman onto his back foot, he gripped the arm and roughly dragged the lighter fighter around a half turn, tossing him across the concrete before he was stopped from falling by a mini-van.

Taking immediate advantage to deal a decisive hit to the guy, Will quickly pressed on, one arm striking forward to punch Agon in the gut and wind him a moment, but that was only part of the reason for the blow. By bringing Agons head forward, Will was able to slam his palm into his face and smash his head against the solid door behind him, hoping to knock him for six.

The shattering of glass, however, was an unexpected bonus as the older males head was knocked through the rear window a moment. Quickly moving with it, his chest burning from the blow and a metallic taste in his mouth of blood, he dragged Agon around once again and threw him to the ground before stepping aside, approaching Valencia quickly. If he were to carry on, he'd end up doing something very regretful. Besides, he was intervening in something that he'd promised not to, even with his justification being reasonable. His breath a little raised from the skirmish, he spoke quickly, conserving his breath as he kept his eyes toward the dazed Agon. If he were going by the standard the older male had set, he would easily be stunned for a minute or two, but likely not much more.

"I think....We can safely say....He's no' got...Any more weapons...."

[dante]

A small sigh would escape Dante’s lips as he waited for the battle that was bound to come about to begin. Though as it would seem, the man inside the car was taking his sweet ass time on getting dressed and it was really starting to piss him off,

"Speed things up, eh? Well, I can only warn ye, I'm no' the most subtle o' folks...Jus' try n' keep him in one piece f'r a few extra minutes, then I'll be out o' yer way." The Irish man would say as he went over to grab the weapon Valencia had dropped. While Dante hadn’t really been paying attention to what he was doing, he did manage to catch him lean down in his peripheral vision and considering the last thing he saw on the floor was Valencia’s weapon (other than the stick near him), it was probably what he was grabbing for. It was quite obvious that he took it though when he eventually hit a tail light, effectively smashing it into pieces. Dante shivered slightly, making a mental note not to screw with that guy any time soon. Regardless, Dante was still standing by at the moment, merely listening in and couldn’t help but snicker at the next comment thrown,

"Did he always take this long getting dressed...?" and finally a grin was put on his face. Though, much like most things in life, it was taken away when the man finally got out of the vehicle, only having the decency to wear pants. If this wasn’t a personal affair for Valencia… that prick would already have been out cold from a nice whack to the hand with Dante’s nearby friend Mr. Stick. Regardless, a conversation was brought about between the two, a bit hard to follow being an outsider to the entire affair but following it was manageable. It would seem that Valencia got in major trouble due to Agon’s inability to be any less of a piece of shit from a quick analysis,

‘I swear… I am going to soccer kick that fucker in the head.’ Dante thought as thunder boomed suddenly, shocking him slightly but not enough to be distracted from the fight that commenced. Yes, as it would seem, a knife was brought into the matter and this wasn‘t going to be easy. Though, as Agon attempted to grab Valencia, it would seem luck was on her side and that the jacket Dante had given her not too earlier would save her from getting stabbed to death. Already, Dante was about to shoot off and end Agon‘s persistence (and most likely his life), but was held back by his memories and what he had learned from his friend Steve quite a while back,

‘Fuck Steve… why the hell did you have to teach me not to get involved in personal affairs?’ he would ask himself but would obviously get no answer. Regardless, Dante’s jacket was soon thrown to the side by Agon, a twitch in Dante’s eye being the reaction but nothing more at this point. From there, Valencia stood her ground, Dante assuming that she was looking for an opening of some sort. And it was soon found (or rather created) as Agon lunged at her with his knife, attempting to stab her once again but missed and had got his blade stuck in a chain-link fence. A sigh of relief escaped Dante’s lips as he struggled to keep his poker face on,

‘Beat that fucker senseless Valencia.’ he’d root for her mentally. Though Agon seemed to be a little smarter than assumed to be, quickly letting his knife go as he grabbed Valencia and attempted to slam her. Yet it was for naught as Valencia gave back her own resistance, being able to match the man’s strength amazingly enough… for a bit. Valencia was being pushed back soon after, the water on the ground beneath them making it easier to push her since friction was non-existent to grip her feet to the ground,

‘Shit… I can’t watch this anymore.’ Dante thought, just about to grip his hand on the stick until Valencia’s feet planted on something… his jacket. Regardless of this though, Agon continued to push and attempt to knock her over but yet again Valencia had thought of something quick and effective… a throw. Despite all the odds, Valencia had managed to throw the man, slamming him to the ground as she attempted to kick him, the man barely evading the attack. At this point though, Dante was certain she would win this, knowing that the slam he had just taken would slow him down severely and knock the wind out of him… but… it would seem he had another weapon. As he stood back up and charged forward after a short time, Dante’s eyes caught the stun gun in his hand, his poker face being broken as he grabbed the stick in his right hand and sprang forward. The stick had been gripped firmly in his hand as he swung down at Agon’s head, his intention to end this fool… but luck was on Agon’s side. Being knocked down by William, Agon had just had his lifespan increased since the attack to the head would be evaded. Had it not been for William getting in the way soon after that, Dante would have went ballistic on the football running back for being such a coward and bringing ANOTHER weapon into this to make up for his lack of fighting ability. Regardless, a fight would commence among those two now, Dante having mixed emotions about the ordeal at this point. While he was happy that this prick was getting his just deserts, the fact of the matter was he wanted to be the one to do so due to the deep amount of hatred burning in his heart for a man like this,

‘You better knock this asshole out or I am going to kill him.’ Dante would mumble mentally, hoping that telepathy would continue to be an ineffective way of communication for him. At any rate, the fight did seem to be going into the Irish man’s favor, scoring a successful body shot and just about to knee until he was taken down… bad idea,

‘Never go the fecking ground with multiple opponents around buddy.’ was his only thought train as he was about to spring forward but once again held back by the fact that the Irish man was by no means done yet among it being a personal affair for him as well. Regardless, the Irish warrior soon got up on his feet, beckoning the other man to stand up and continue this fight. And that he did as he got up half way before lunging at William and smashing him up against a car, knocking the wind out of him easily. The fight would continue from there as the running back would land a few hits and attempt to choke the bigger male, Dante shaking his head immediately,

“You stupid fuck.” he mutter under his breath. His statement was soon affirmed as William forced the man to fall and then get back up again, both fighters now having taken a good extent of damage. The Irishman would act first this time around, sending a punch to the running back but being pushed back onto his back foot. Despite this though, the Irishman was quick to improvise, grabbing the running back formerly known as Agon, and throwing him like a piece of paper. Soon after, Will continued to beat his foe, smashing his head through a rear window, making his mouth familiar with the taste of sharp glass and his own blood. The running back was thrown down to the floor soon after, easily out cold for the time being as the Irish man spoke once more,

"I think....We can safely say....He's no' got...Any more weapons...." He would say through ragged breaths to Valencia, Dante standing up as he did so. He sighed lightly, feeling somewhat left out and dare I say useless,

“And here I was hoping I’d get to have some fun with this piece of shit too.” Dante would state bluntly and harshly, fairly audible to both of those near him,

“If he gets up again though…” he would mutter now, not letting this sentence be audible, ONLY audible to the two near him, “I am going to make sure he leaves with no less than a broken arm.”

[Valencia Donahue]

Valencia was soon out of harm’s way the moment William joined the fray. She was out of harm’s way and at the same time, completely out of her mind… More than usual, anyways. As she got herself out of the “arena” for her savior to have all the mobility he needed in this dreadful weather, thoughts raced about her skull as she gripped her retractable cane in attempt to calm down and get a hold of her nerves as sensory receptors went haywire. Blame adrenaline.

Out of all the close shaves I’ve experienced, that has got to be one of the closer ones.

But aside from that, Valencia tried to reflect upon something pretty odd that happened when she fought Agon. Naturally, she’s a rather perceptive individual who was born to perceive things often before or clearer than most. Depending on the situation, like fights, her ability may be hindered or “enhanced”. In most of the fights in the past where she fought “blind” against those weaker or at her level, she’d just memorize everything in her environment and use this to her advantage, locking onto people and whatnot. Then, there’s her radar, so to speak. A bar would scan the area within her range of perception and anything caught in it was perceived. That’s when memorizing is out of the question and she actually has the luxury to rebuild the entire environment in her mind. Lastly, something she probably have never experienced consciously until now… A wave. It’s not as though she senses everything at once simultaneously, but it works a lot more efficiently than the radar. This wave spreads out in all directions from her position and the information comes in right on top of the other like in layers instead of side-by-side, a la radar.

How… The heck… Did I do that.

Valencia looked on as William fought a good fight against Agon and her heart rate began to calm down a tad compared to before. Then it hit her… The rush. Sure, most of it was fear and it muddled up her senses and even limited and narrowed her range of perception, but! The burst of awareness caused by the ever-so-instinctive fight or flight scenario! Now that’s something, isn’t it? Just learn not to let fear kick in, like any other thing of death Valencia encountered during the span of her lifetime, and she’s set should the need arise to combat those stronger than her! Not only that, but think of all the windows of opportunity that will open up once she gets accustomed to this ability! It’s like discovering another world! The only issue is…

I have a feeling that I may need to take on tougher opponents if I’m going to broaden my horizons.

…That, and now isn’t the time to get all excited. Nope. Not right after your ex just tried to murder you on campus by not only taking a chunk out of your stomach, but also via electrocution. Valencia snapped out of her train of thought in time to concentrate on the battle unfolding before her and observed how this young man was handling Agon better than she did. She then thought about that tournament some time ago and about how some of the more formidable opponents were just plain brutal. Her mind was switching back and forth, clicking concepts together and creating a big picture. It didn’t take long for her to be awed by William and forget all about what she came here to do in the first place… But when fate itself wants something to be done, it gets done.

Remember how some time ago, Agon told his current girlfriend to evacuate the car? He didn’t tell her to leave for the sake of her safety. Heck no. What transpired could be described as so:

[GIRLFRIEND]: “What are you doing?! Who’s that girl?!”

[AGON]: “My ex, now shut the fuck up, I’m looking for my knife…”

[GIRLFRIEND]: “What does that bitch want with you?! Who does she think she is, busting up your car—Wha—‘Knife’!?”

[AGON]: “Yes, knife. And I’m going to use a stun gun on her too, just in case. For as long as I used to date her, I’ve seen nothing stop her dead. Nothing.”

[GIRLFRIEND]: “She’s a zombie?”

[AGON]: “She plays dead too, but no. Where is that blasted… She just keeps going and going with her ‘resilience’ crap. With all that energy she has, I sometimes wondered how she’d fare in bed. Ah… Here’s my knife. The good news is that she’s stubborn enough to think that in fights, she can always last to the very end that way, though she can’t down someone unless her opponent sucks like hell. She’s not one to ask for help as long as she thinks she can do it on her own too. The idea is to either beat her before she gets anywhere close to beating me and… This is where your part comes in. I don’t think she’ll be letting anyone interfere with her business, so if we get a bunch of my friends here, we can kill her and flaunt her body around like a trophy and that’ll be the end of it. No ex-girlfriend to get on our nerves and everyone can live happily ever after!”

[GIRLFRIEND]: “ ‘Kill’?!”

[AGON]: “Sure, why not? Just make it look like she’s ‘unconscious’, take her off-campus so no one will suspect a thing, maybe even have some fun with the body if she’s not dead yet, then buh-bye. It’ll be a waste, but I don’t think you’d like it if I kept my ex around to play with, now would you? Now GIT outta the car and get my friends! My car is falling apart since my ex is going all she-hulk on it! Now, about that stun gu—”

anothernameless said:

“How long DOES it take for a guy to put on some pants, anyways? Quit wasting my time so we can finally finish up what should’ve been over a long time ago.”

[AGON]: “Heh. Don’t you know that I tell my friends all the time to leave you alone?”

…And there you have it. That explains why Agon’s current girlfriend was jogging sluggishly down the halls of the school, looking around and calling out for his gang members. When she finally found herself a group of them, which was barely a third of his friends, she wasn’t exactly treated with respect. They just saw her as another one of Agon’s girlfriends that he’s dating who was flaunting around her status as if it meant something. However, the moment she described an ex with blonde hair, she got their attention and they were suddenly mesmerized by the concept of killing the Asian after what she did a few nights ago. Needless to say, they were off and a sizable group like so was just impossible to ignore. Insert Ruth, one of Valencia’s closest friends. The lesbian friend knew that they were up to no good and the moment she heard about a knife and a stun gun, she threw away every little thing Valencia told her not to do and did it.

One of which was getting the Pillars involved.

[RUTH]: “WHERE THE HELL ARE THE PILLARS?! MY FRIEND IS GOING TO GET FRICKIN’ KILLED IN THE PARKING LOT IF NOBODY DOES SOMETHING!!”

As long as it got some sort of attention, the odds of Valencia living would get higher. Attention. No matter how many daredevil things she does, Valencia doesn’t do it solely for the sake of attention… The most attention she expects is the kind an audience gives to a performer; no interference, just watch the show. Ruth wanted someone to be more altruistic and actually do something, which was exactly what William and Dante were in the act of doing at the time in the parking lot, though Ruth didn’t know that. And on top of all that, Ruth figured that it was about time that Agon got shut down by an outside force. No more personal vendettas, no more putting lives at stake, just call the police and lock the ex behind bars already. She and Gladys have had enough of their “blind” friend risking her life so… There.

Meanwhile, back at the parking lot…

“Gratitude…”

…Was all Valencia was able to say after William sent Agon to the ground. Her eyes were fixed on her ex, almost fearful that he had yet another surprise in store. She knew he was bright because and on top of that, sneaky. So, after forgetting to expect the unexpected, she was now a lot more wary. When Dante spoke, her stare was broken and she remembered something…

“Your jacket…”

A flash, then a roll of thunder. Valencia’s eyes search for the piece of attire that saved her life twice throughout this ordeal. The Vietnamese lady felt relieved when she spotted it near the fence where she used it was an anchor and advanced towards it. The crowd either dispersed now that the fight was over or stuck around with interest in watching Agon bleed all over the wet concrete. As Valencia crouched to pick up Dante’s jacket, she somehow felt something ominous in the air. The storm got louder and even darker, lighting up as bright as ever only when lightning struck. She hoped that it was just the storm, but her guts told her otherwise.

Best stay on my toes…

She briskly made it back to the two young men, then handed Dante his jacket with an appreciative nod, figuring that the gesture should be enough to convey her thanks. She didn’t know how to tell him that his jacket saved her, since it’d just seem cheesy, but hoped that somehow he got the idea. He was watching after all, and if he didn’t drape it across her shoulders from earlier, she would’ve been a goner. Valencia turned to face William, but her eyes didn’t meet his…

“Ah… If… If memory serves, what did you have in mind in asking my ex anyhow?”

A hand trembled, then clawed against the pavement. Agon lifted his head, sunglasses missing and bloodied. A vicious gleam could be seen in his eyes as he was still conscious, but he wasn’t in the mood or condition to keep fighting. For the most part, he was still a bit stunned from the slam against the rear window of his car, but he was recovering and coming towards the parking lot was a sight he didn’t mind seeing… It was his friends. Or rather, the faster ones to arrive upon the scene. Agon knew he was being watched by the three in the lot and almost everyone else who was still in the crowd, but wondered if anyone was aware for the hell in store.

((OOC: xx; Another late-edit... Dang, I'm terrible. I was asked how many NPC's there were. I personally didn't set a number so the action would be a bit more "free", but to slap an approximate, the first few to appear are 5-ish... Slowpokes would be 6-ish in number... And yes, they have "NPC w/out Status"... Destroy away. As for the Pillar thing~ Well, let's have fate decide since I'd like some RPing to surprise me, eh?))

[Kit Lee]

The rain had strengthened, and the wind had gained a bit more as Kit needed to tilt his red umbrella to block against the downpour. Kit was planning to go back to the apartment and prepare for another day of school work when something more intriguing occured. A crowd had formed in the parking lot, and in this school, Kit knew it had to be a fight whether it was ending, beginning, occuring, or about to begin. Though Kit usually walked away from these sort of events in school as Pillars would generally tend to them so that Kit would not have to interfere against the school rules, there was something different about this fight. It seemed that the fight was just ending, and that no Pillar had arrived at the scene. The crowd was slowly dispersing, while some remained commenting on the condition of one of the fighters sprawled on the floor. Kit walked over, curious at what had happened. Looking for a bystander that looked least threatening and fight lusting, he asked what had happened.

"Uhh, why fight happen?" Kit asked.

The student gave him a sneer and replied, "You just missed out on all the action. The Asian girl was bashing on the dude's car and then they got in a fight, followed by the dude using a taser on her. Luckily that Irish man jumped in, though he got roughed up a bit himself, he completely destroyed that fellow who tried to taser the asian girl. Just look at the amount of blood that's oozing out! This is like watching Pay per view for free!"

This situation did not seem very good. The boy needed medical attention as his wounds may be infected by the rainwater in addition to the fact that he had lost a decent amount of blood. Regardless of whose fault the fight was, Kit thought about notifying the authorities or the Pillars to do something about this. Kit gave a look at the trio that stood near the boy sprawled on the pavement. An asian girl, the Irishman who had turned the scene into its current predicament, and another boy who had seemed to be a spectator that just approached the girl and the Irishman. What an unlikely group to have formed against the boy who was in pain on the floor.

“Ah… If… If memory serves, what did you have in mind in asking my ex anyhow?” the asian girl said to the Irishman. Wow, her ex. I would not want to date her if shes so rough on just her ex-boyfriend. What kind of treatment does she give her boyfriend then? Kit decided to go contact someone who could assist with the poor boy when he saw a group move towards them in the parking lot. Were they more spectators? Or perhaps a gang? Or maybe it was the boy's backup. At any rate, Kit decided to stay put to see what was happening before he continued to act. He stepped back along with the remains of the crowd which consisted of only several students as many had left seeing that the fight had ended. Would this group come in malice or in peace? Should they act aggressively, Kit would play the role of a Pillar as it did not seem that this situation had come to the attention of the Pillars. Kit did not want to see fellow students destroying each other, starting bloodshed and dampening the already soaked grounds with a thick red paste.

[William Fletcher]

"You're welcome...."

His eyes skimmed at the other young man who approached, making his points about going for Agon if he were to get up again with a hint of acidity in his words. Paying little attention, considering that Agon wasn't about to start fighting anytime soon, he regained his breath over the next few minutes, pausing only to speak to Valencia a brief moment.

"I need names. The schools football team, considerin' my lack o' interest in school matters, are somethin' o' an enigma tae me. I want yer ex t' tell me places I c'n find the rest o' the team, little habits I need t' know so that mah means justify the end..."

His eyes were colder than before, a direct result of his game face returning, and he turned away from her slowly as he watched Agon closely. The former player was stirring on the ground, but that wasn't the thing that had garnered his attention at the moment. Flicking up from the grounded footballer, his eyes set on the approaching few who came from the direction Agons little piece of tail had run off. Needless to say, Will was fairly certain they weren't here to pick up Agon and set off with their tails between their legs.

"Val, yer ex keep a tire iron in his car by any chance...?"

The light nod he received had him take the few steps back toward the car, his foot lunging out in a massive thrust at the lock of the trunk, dislodging it and opening it. His palms quickly rummaging for what he was searching for. When his fingertips ran across steel, he grasped it and pulled it from the car before turning back to the growing number over with Agon. It would seem that things had only just begun as far as this could be considered, and Will spared no time in stepping back in front of Valencia.

"I'll no' stop ye if ye really must fight, but be careful, a'right?"

Stealing a glance of the lad who'd mentioned his intent to attack Agon, he smirked a moment before speaking.

"Looks like ye'll get yer chance t' do somethin', eh?"

With that, he advanced at the first of the approaching fighters, clearly set on exacting revenge for Agon. The first to near William was so non-descript he almost felt guilty that the guy would see but a glimpse of this fight. An upward swing of the hand holding the tire iron would connect flush with his chin, taking him clean off of his feet and sending him to the ground, completely out for the count. The blow had opened up a large gash on his face, likely knocking a few of his teeth loose, and the blood that trickled from his mouth served as clear fact he would not be a hinderance any further.

"Right! No fuckin' games!"

The first hit had effectively set him off, and as he took a punch to the chest, he gripped the wrist of the attacking limb and smashed the curved end of the iron into the elbow, knocking it from the socket before slamming his own arm forward in what could be described only as a clothesline. Whilst it was unlikely his target would have been completely knocked out, the fact he was one arm short in the ensuing ruck would ensure he was not a trouble. Regardless, the ongoing force of the huge Irishman would continue to swing blows, knocking people to their feet here and there with heavy blows from the weapon in his hand before he found another fighter of his size.

The blow he swung was aimed for his head, intent on felling the big fighter quickly, but it was bobbed back from. The force Will had thrown through it would have left him out of balance as he was knocked to his feet with a heavy punch to the face...Too heavy, in fact. Pushing himself up, he stole a glance of the hand that had struck him, his eyes narrowing at the sight of the brass knuckles. Clutching his jaw where the hit had landed, he felt a looseness before he reached into his mouth, gripping the tooth that had taken the worst of the hit and forced it back into the cavity with a growl of pain escaping him.

"Those look useful. Just so ye know, I'll be takin' them fae ye..."

"Try, fella..."

Smirking, he pounced forward, not cocking back his arm for the swing of the iron yet, watching as the fist was brought up for a punch before bringing the slight hook of the weapon down against his wrist harshly. The blow, with the corner of the weapon dealing the damage, would break the big guys wrist sharply as Will shot his free fist up in the distraction. Landing a heavy rising punch, he proceeded to stagger the larger man before swinging the iron once more, a horizontal blow that landed sickeningly against his mouth, the wet sound of teeth being knocked from the jaw as a spray of crimson flew from his lips...He was unconscious before he hit the ground, his eyes glazed and half-open, and Will quickly wrenched the brass knuckles from his fingers before slipping them on his free hand.

In the meanwhile, he repeatedly stole glances in Agons direction, watching him as he fought through the numbers. By now, the slowest of them would have long since arrived, throwing their own fists into the frey. He hadn't kept track, but if he included the three he'd managed to put down already there was at least ten of them. That wasn't bad odds for him by any measure, his size merited him a natural advantage in unfair fights, considering he could put his opponents down in single blows most of the time.

Of course, there was always a handful of folk who just refused to stay down, and hence why his eyes rarely strayed from Agon as he watched the others fight. William felt a punch hit him in the back, a sharp hit that landed right on his kidneys, before he spun around and lunged for the guy who'd hit him. Taking him to the ground quickly, Wills palm at his throat, pushing his head back, would see that the gangbangers skull would be the first thing to connect with the concrete underfoot. With the added weight of just shy of 230lbs being added to it, the blow would easily stun him before a single punch to the nose settled the matter. Pushing himself up from the floored young man, he turned away as the spatters on his face mixed with rainwater...Will had zoned out so much that he was unaware of just how much damage he was doing, but the most recent of the attackers had taken a seriously dangerous hit to his head, the fine trail of blood emerging from the back of his head testament to it, but hidden in the pouring rain.

With hair matted and clinging to his face, savage eyes and blood spattered all over him, Will set about grabbing one more of them, throwing them roughly to the side by the back of their shirt and storming through towards Agon, his voice rising quickly and with a touch of pure anger emerging from his lips...

"Ye stand on the sidelines and watch like a coward, d'ye? Come on, come back an' fight!"

[dante]

OOC: Guard position: www.practical-martial-arts.co.uk/images/armlock1.jpg ... more or less.

“Your jacket…” were the words other than the standard "Gratitude" that Valencia would speak, Dante's cold gaze directed toward Agon being broken as he looked toward her as she searched for his jacket, attempting to find the piece of attire that had managed to save her twice this day. Before Dante could insist on letting it be and him looking for it himself for it was his own property, Valencia had already spotted it's location and recovered it. She soon handed it back to him, giving him a nod of gratitude but not bothering to convery her thanks with words. Dante made one light snicker as he nodded back to her lightly,

"Thank you and you're welcome." was all he muttered as he put the jacket back onto his own body, enjoying the feel of leather against his body. As he had put it back on though, he had noticed a slight tear was present, probably having happened before when Agon had thrown it. A glare was shot toward the man, Dante's right hand balling into a fist as he gritted his teeth, rage seething from his eyes and seemingly from the rest of his body,

'If you weren't already down...' is all he would think before words would disrupt him from his train of thoughts,


“Ah… If… If memory serves, what did you have in mind in asking my ex anyhow?” would be the words Valencia would direct toward William, an eyebrow raising at the question as he glanced toward William. It was a good question, and one that would be pleasent to get an answer to,

"I need names. The schools football team, considerin' my lack o' interest in school matters, are somethin' o' an enigma tae me. I want yer ex t' tell me places I c'n find the rest o' the team, little habits I need t' know so that mah means justify the end..." and that would be the answer Dante was hoping to hear. At that point though, Dante's dark orange eyes traveled back to Agon, noticing that he was starting to pick himself up, attempting to stand up once more. Yet again, Dante's eyes narrowed as his teeth gritted against each other, the only emotion being generated by his heart being rage, causing the adrenal glands to start pumping ever so slightly. Though his attention was turned toward the sound of footsteps hitting the pavement and making splashes against the water that had poured down thus far, only to see about 5-6 people from what he could count quickly,

"Looks like ye'll get yer chance t' do somethin', eh?" would be picked up by Dante's ears, his rage having clogged up his ears from hearing what else William had said,

"And I am taking it." he would reply harshly and bluntly, not aiming his hostitlity toward William but toward the situation more or less. Regardless, Dante would stand up quickly, his right hand holding the stick he had found earlier that would seem durable enough to last a couple good hits against the foes that were closing the gap of distance quite quickly. Dante shot off toward them about two seconds later than William, the latter man having made it to the oncoming group first before Dante. Dante would smirk as he watched the man take out one of the jocks quite quickly, giving the tire iron a good use as one of the others managed to hit William in the chest. Though the Irish man would not be stopped by such a horrible punch, and had made his counter utilizing the tire iron once more to break the attacker's elbow as he proceeded to clothsline him. To ensure the man was out for the count though, Dante had made good use of his stick and smashed the man's skull in at around the same time the clothesline connected. Chances were, a concussion be in order for that man, probably brain damage if he was really unlucky but at this point Dante could care less. Rage was all that was fueling him at this point other than adrenline as he was caught with a right cross to his left cheek. The pain that came with that punch was excruciating but despite that the rage he had was just way too much to let him stop from just that, espically since the person that had hit him was at the same size as him, if not smaller. Regardless, Dante would turn toward the man, suddenly grabbing his head with both hands as he headbutted his nose in, effectively breaking the nose into nothing. As the man stumbled back and Dante made sure to get a firm grip back on his stick again, he would step forward to keep up with the man and swing the stick at a right diagonal to the head, knocking the man out and to the ground.

Other than the person with brass knucks, only one more jock was present that managed to catch Dante with a tackle, his stick being dropped as his back slammed against the floor roughly but his head survived by simply bending his neck forward. He grunted loudly as he quickly let his Ju-Jitsu training show, putting the man in his guard to keep him from establishing a mount and pounding his face easily. As expected, the man that had managed the tackle was inexperienced and immediately tried to smash Dante's face with his fists by raising himself up and letting gravity help his punches for power. Dante's hands swiftly covered his face up for the inital barrage of straight punches, grabbing the right wrist during the end before the man would go to hooks to the head. Regardless, Dante would pull the arm forward, dropping his guard as he used both arms to pull the man across and past his body as he let his shin place itself on the Football players stomach. A sweep would quickly be done there, flipping the man onto his back using the power of his hips and onto the hard cement, the small rocks cutting into his back left behind. As this happened, Dante would establish a shin on belly mount, using his right leg to squeeze the air out of the man's stomach as his left leg was out for base. Unfortauntly for that jock though, he would have no time to try and push Dante's shin off his stomach as punches were being delivered toward his face. The man's forearms were brought up, hoping to block the punches, proving effective for a moment before Dante managed to slip his right hand through and land another face shot. Once it had connected, both arms had faltered and fell, the man already being unconcious but Dante still smashing his face in.

Now that the five that had come before hand had been dealt with quite well, the other slower, but bigger, football players would be at the scene, Dante pushing off his fallen enemy's stomach with his shin to get back to his feet as he grabbed his stick quickly and placed it in his right hand. As one of the few man had approached him first, another one following nearby as well, Dante would take a deep breath, his stamina starting to be reduce at this point. Though he was far from done with all his built up rage and adrenline pumping, swinging at the man's left ribcage. Oddly enough, the man took the blow, trying to stop the stick by catching it to minimize the damage as much as possible but despite that at least one rib was going to be cracked after that blow. Though like a train he kept moving in on the agile 205lb man, throwing a right cross toward him as he held onto the stick. At that point though, Dante knew it was useless to hold on his stick, letting it go as he stepped away, narrowly evading the cross but had fell into the crushing arms of the other man that had followed behind the freight train that had recently threw a cross. He would crush Dante with a bear hug, Dante gasping for air as the other man used the stick he had stolen from Dante and whacked it into Dante's left rib. He screamed in pain as he took the punishing blow, making the damage a little bit less by trying to meet the force with a quick movement of his hips. Regardless, the man still had full intent on smacking Dante once more and that was something he didn't need... one broken rib was enough. That said, Dante would slam his head into the face of the man holding him, breaking his nose and causing his grip to weaken tremendously. Dante broke it with ease, literally jumping forward as the next swing toward him managed to catch him again in his left forearm but much weaker since he was too close for the stick to be effective. Though Dante would not let all the momentum he had going forward go to waste, no not one bit. His right hand would reach forward and grab the hair of his foe, pulling his head down as his knee smashed in his face, knocking him out cold. The other man that had stumbled back though would now get his bearings again, running forward to attack Dante. Unlucky for that man though, as his friend had fell to the ground due to the knee, he had also weakened his grip around the stick allowing Dante to place it in his left hand before it fell to the ground. With that same stick, Dante would stab it behind him, catching the bear hugging man in his stomach. It was a weak blow but the purpose of it was to simply create space which it did, causing the man to lose a bit of the air in his lungs and step back a step or two. In the short period of time that was available, Dante spun around, letting his left hand let go of the stick as his right grabbed on it. His left would quickly follow back again though, grabbing the end so he could have a two-handed swing as he swung the stick right down on the other man's skull. A deafening smack would be heard all around, the stick breaking, and a huge gash opening on top of the man's head as he fell to the ground. All the momentum gained from spinning along with a two-handed swing was more than enough to put the man down and break Dante's stick. That noted, Dante would drop it, not having any real use for it anymore as he turned, actually having wanted to face another opponent but instead saw Agon... standing on the sidelines,

"You fucking prick!" he would yell at the top of his lungs, darting off toward Agon as William screamed his own comment as well,

"Ye stand on the sidelines and watch like a coward, d'ye? Come on, come back an' fight!" and both fighters with a head-on collosion with Agon. Though this time the lighter of the two fighters would be the first to get to Agon, wanting a piece of the bastard far too much,

"Stand back I am taking this piece of shit out!" Dante would scream as he sped past William, suddenly jumping forward attempting to knee Agon in the face... yeah right. No, if Agon had been watching he would expect a knee and would probably have a chance to defend it in some way. No, this time around Dante would throw his own cross that he had been dying to throw for so long, letting his body weight and momentum all go into the cross. Despite all this though, Agon would be saved luckily for himself, one of his followers having pushed him out of the way and taking the blow himself to the face and being knocked to the floor. Dante truly had no idea how many jocks were left at this point but he didn't care one bit. No, all of his attention was focused on one target... Agon,

"You lucky piece of shit!" he would scream as he breathed heavily, his lungs begging for air. While normally he wouldn't be this exhausted, after taking so many hits it was only bound to happen with no way to avoid that. Not only that but one hit in specific, the one that broke of his left ribs would send searing pain into his left side, grasping it with his right hand as it was too much for him to ignore at that point. Agon was no fool though and quickly took that opening, knowing that it would be a great time to strike and would send a uppercut into Dante's stomach. He gasped as the air he was trying desperately to get back in his lungs escaped him, the blow while not being too powerful, catching him off guard. Regardless, his body would become a punching bag momentarily, hooks, straights, and uppercuts being thrown at him, mainly at his body since it would be best to strike their considering his broken rib. Though after taking about 5 punches, a mistake would be made that Dante would captilize on... a very wide hook thrown to his head out of exhaustion... thank God. Dante would charge forward as fast he could, establishing double under hooks, the more technical term for a bearhug and had evaded the hook. Before he'd allow Agon to escape though, he would step forward and very widely, using a simple takedown that would tax his energy very little. Regardless, once Agon's back had hit the ground and Dante had his mount, Dante's left forearm would crush Agon's neck, his air supply being very limited as Dante would ball his right hand into a fist and throw the hardest punches he could muster into the face of Agon. Once one had been administered, it would seem Agon had been once again disoriented enough (not out) for some breathing time and Dante finally felt safe... bad idea. For this one moment of weakness, Dante would suddenly feel a foot kick the right side of his head, his eyes quickly glazing over as he had finally been knocked out,

'4, almost 5 guys... heh if only I had, had two sticks...' was his only thought as he fell to the left, his body limp now as a cut was present on the right side of his head, blood starting too spill onto the cement. Going to the ground with multiple opponents was always a bad idea, and now Dante would suffer the price of having done so and being soccer-kicked in the head. The culprit of the attack would not stop there as he picked Dante up by the collar of his shirt, his head falling forward and placing itself at a 50 degree angle, his glazed eyes staring right into the eyes of the culprit that had taken him down, easily 240lbs,

"I only wish you were still up so you could feel me smashing your face in for all it's worth." he would mutter as Dante's hot breath blew on the man's neck as the right hand was pulled back, formed a fist and was sent straight toward Dante's face. If anyone needed help at this point now... it was Dante.

OOC: Alrighty, any problems just pm me and I will fix. I thought me taking out five guys be fine considering I get knocked out and all as well as take a nice broken rib and plenty of damage all around. If not though, I will change asap.

Edit: For the football thing, was an error on my part due to my thought process/pattern I had while making this post. Sorry about that.

[Kit Lee]

OOC: Dante, they are gangsters (See Valencia's May 1st post.)

IC: The scene became a mess immediately. Words did not seem to be a useful tool in containing the chaotic situation. As the two boys that stood by the asian girl enganged in battle, Kit was ready to jump in and stop the thugs who seemed to be weilding weapons. However, it seemed that Kit would have his own battle to face. "Stop fighting now! That boy needs medical attention!" Though some past battles had resulted in a bloody mess, Kit would help someone who should be getting medical care. A death was not something Kit wanted to be involved in.

No one heard Kit's shout save for the thugs that now approached him. They totaled in three, who came together but seperate from the group that the other two boys were fighting. "You're going to be needing medical attention if you get in our way," one of the three said, smirking at his own comment.

Seeing no other way to stop the muscle heads, Kit closed his umbrella tossing it to the side and said, "Prepare for fight." It was courtesy that Kit chose to abide by unless the situation deemed otherwise.

Without giving him a response, the three charged at him. How was Kit to escape from this mess? He made use of the weather. The floor was sleek from the rain, and this would be to Kit's advantage. Dropping straight to the floor as opposed to pulling off his usual routine, Kit pulled off a windmill (A move that looks like your legs are the blades of a windmill and your body is the center that holds the windmill blades together. Momentum is gained through the swinging of legs and the movement of your body in the motion your legs are spinning. Video). The water would help remove friction that the ground had along with the fact that Kit was wearing a windbreaker which also reduced friction. The windmill would spin faster than usual and with more momentum. The move hit one of the thugs, knocking him across the face, staggering to the side. The other two caught their friend as they wondered how to approach Kit. The water would make him hard to grab and if they couldn't grab his foot, they wouldn't be able to stop the momentum. Of course there was the other way of stopping him which was utilizing brute force.

The thug that was smacked across the face charged at Kit, shielding his body with his arms, ready to stop Kit's spin as he prepared to stand like stick shoved in a fan, in an attempt to stop the fan's rotation or be snapped in the process. Kit saw him approach and quickly changed his move into a roll and leg sweep as the thug charged at him. As the thug tripped, Kit shot straight up and connected his fist into the jaw of the thug, resulting in a very painful uppercut. Kit then proceed to deal with the other two thugs who now had time to come within striking distance of Kit, one pulling out an extendable metal rod, the other brass knuckles. With a swift backflip, Kit knocked the rod out of the thugs hand, only to be struck on the side by the other one weilding the brass knuckle. Kit recovered quickly with a Kip up holding in the pain as he prepared himself for their next assault. (Kicking your legs up so that the momentum pulls you and you get into standing position from a back flat on floor position)

As the thug with the brass knuckle attempted a swing at Kit again, Kit did a straight downwards kick into his knee, sending the thug a straight drop to the floor, dropping his dukes as he winced in pain. Kit rendered him unconscious with a stomp straight down on his head with his right foot, colliding his skull with the solid pavement. This stomp allowed Kit a higher jump, as he leaped towards the only thug conscious out of the trio. The thug had winded his arm back and threw it at Kit as Kit came towards him. Kit simply used it as another step as his left foot stomped upon it and his entire body pulled backwards as he rotated counter clockwise, shooting the right foot across the thugs face. The hit connected, and the thug was sent spinning into the floor with a mouth full of red juice splurted across the dark ground. Kit had safely landed as he had used his hands as his legs. Flipping back to standing position, Kit looked at the other scene.

[Valencia Donahue]

((OOC: Ack… There was lots to read, so pardon any inconsistencies that may arise. That, and all those pronouns… Thank gawd for ambiguity sometimes?))

Cutting to the chase, it’s as clear as day that Agon’s buddies came expecting only one person to lay the beat down upon and instead encountered not one, two, or three, but now four people to take them on. In a single statement, Valencia knew better than play “damsel in distress” for too long and was soon caught up in the fighting as well, since after fighting these very people over and over and over each time they met, it almost became second nature to her. Valencia didn’t pay too much attention to what her comrades were doing, all she needed to know was where they were and where they will be as she got into the action by taking on the leftovers to the side.

William: Took out your clichéd first-idiot-to-charge with a tire iron, Sir Brass-Knuckles got a boo-boo, and Big Dude’s gonna take a hike.

Dante: Do I HAVE to count?!

Kit (complete stranger): Windmill-o’-DEATH-Death-death-death…

---> [Valencia]:

Needless to say, it was pretty much pouring now and whatever spectators hung around or suddenly decided to come back and watch were freezing to the bone if they didn’t wear anything warm. Insert thunder and lightning and you have yourself a “blonde” wonder racing along the side of the fence, around the main brawling, to pick off the stragglers… Or rather, draw them towards her since she was pretty much the only target they could identify. When she met them a yard or two away, Valencia didn’t experience the same conditions as she did with her ex-boyfriend earlier. Once they were within range, her eyes swept over the two young men and she began back-pedaling almost in a jogging fashion to bait the semi-tired thugs towards her. Ears focused on anything and everything that may get behind her and in the way, Valencia sometimes had to slow her pace to let the guys catch up to her.

They never learn the importance of cardio, do they?

It didn’t take them too long for Valencia and her lot to be within the parking lot with the rest of the crew. By no means should the stragglers chasing her be considered dimwitted beyond belief! Slow, but not dimwitted because before you know it, the first to make a move worth mentioning was taking a swing aimed high. Naturally, Valencia wasn’t one to take blows that predictable so she ducked, but by anticipating the predictable and doing what most would do, the second thug took advantage of this and rushed her. The Vietnamese lady had a lapse of feeling a little foolish, but dismissed the thought after assessing its usefulness… Zilch. Knocked off her feet by the sudden tackle, her long, left arm shot out to grab the nearby fence and held on as though her life depended on it.

Hey, her life did depended on it, so why not? Following that, Valencia’s other arm accompanied the first and the person tackling her almost didn’t realize that she was trying to escape from above. Almost. With a flash of lightning to light up the area, the first fella saw the “blonde” slipping out of his buddy’s grasp and made a beeline for the fence. By then, the thug that tackled Valencia caught on and noticed what his friend was up to, then followed suit. Now, the problem with fighting someone up in the air is… How do we get the person down? With aerials, it’s as easy as heck because gravity is on your side, but in the case of these two blokes, Valencia was like a cat up in a tree. What should they do, wait ‘til she decides to come down? Bloody. Flippin’. Boring. Thank goodness she wasn’t one to do just only that.

Her slate gray eyes flicked to the edges of the chain-linked fence and wondered how much weight it could withstand until… Valencia gave a whoop and let go to slide down just barely within the reach of her pursuers before scrambling up again. One of the thugs leapt up to no avail in attempt to grab her, then turned to his friend, who decided to climb up the fence in hot pursuit.

I like tall fences.

Valencia pulled off the same shenanigan again, this time to kick the climber before scrambling higher up. The climber got stunned for a second, but hung on as his friend below waited for Valencia to make a mistake. Eventually, they were adjacent to each other with only a couple feet of fence separating them. Valencia smirked and said something inaudible over the sound of the thunder, but the lightning made it clear that the thug on the fence read her lips well enough. It must’ve been SOME sort of insult because he forgot for a second that he was on the side of a fence when he lunged out for her with both hands, then quickly clung onto the fence’s side out of surprise in time for Valencia to belt a kick, then withdraw before he realized that she was messing with him again.

The friend below got tired of waiting around and decided to climb up as well, ignoring the creaking and rattling the fence was making. Spectators on the other side of the fence began to make a run for it as three people were now near the top… Why? It began to shake and wobble… And no one was sure as to where it may fall. Valencia figured that it was going to fall only one way due to her own influence. With a swing backwards, that’s where they’re all gonna be headed, to where everyone else would be brawling, like a huge flyswatter to smack anyone in the way. But it’s not like Valencia wanted to crush her friends, so she hoped that her warning would let them know that because they’re in a parking lot, they better take advantage of this environment.

“HIT THE DECK!!”

People either looked around in confusion or chose not to be aware of the collapsing “wall” of metal, whereas Valencia calculated the angle she and her pursuers were falling, then slid down a little to avoid getting crushed or injured. How? Simple! The top of the fence with the two rather weighty chaps smacked onto the top of Agon’s car (I wonder if his insurance can cover this sort of damage?) while was safely clinging to the fence at an angle above the ground. Fine, maybe a chain-linked fence falling on everyone else in the brawling-brouhaha won’t do that much damage, but it sure distracts people!

When I get out of this alive, I’ll be sure to let William know everything he needs to know ‘cause—

[AGON]: “WHAT’S UP WITH EVERYTHING CONSPIRING TO DESTROY MY RIDE?!”

…Agon was one of the few people who actually hit the deck to avoid getting “crushed”. He wasn’t in the best condition after fighting with William and Dante and definitely didn’t want to overexert himself more than he wanted to by fighting unnecessary fights, but he felt that in the end, he’s going to come out of this alive to fight another day. He was able to thus far, wasn’t he?

That’s what Ruth was most upset about.

[RUTH]: “Oh… FINE!! Of ALL the times I’ve actually called for the Pillars to help, none came!!”

That didn’t sound good.

What also didn’t sound good was the sound of Agon’s girlfriend panting after all that sluggish running. She slowly made her way to some window as more spectators fled or joined the scene, then sighed out of exasperation.

[GIRLFRIEND]: “Is that blonde bitch… REALLY that bothersome?! Maybe I should… Look for… Some more people…”

No, she wasn’t aware that Valencia wasn’t the only one causing mayhem in the stormy parking lot, but that ought to be the least of her worries. Ruth also wasn’t aware that Valencia had assistance. Ruth suddenly turned the girl around and slapped her across the face to get her attention, then commenced pummeling away for the heck of it.

[RUTH]: “Well, if the Pillars are not around, what’s stopping me from using good ol’ ‘deal with Agon’s gang-friends this way’ procedure, huh?! AS LONG AS I KEEP YOU FROM GETTING VALENCIA KILLED!!”

The procedure in a nutshell:

anothernameless said:

Friend attacks ex during passing period, ex gets pissed, ex and friends fight the other ex, friends of the other ex gets ticked off, and after a few seconds of brawling, they break up and make a run for their next class before they get caught.

Insert more browbeating and bashing that mostly went unnoticed as students were more likely to rush out and see the chaos in the parking lot instead of hanging around to watch Ruth dish out the hurt.

((OOC: Image not entirely to scale, but gives a rough idea to what I’m going for the with angles I’ve mentioned. Lemme know if anything needs clarifying.))

[William Fletcher]

Complete and utter tunnel vision. There was no better way to put it...

Not quite what one would call 'berserker' by any means, his conscious state of mind was completely present the entire time, but his focus and anger were so quickly increased, his adrenaline through the roof and the scent of blood in the air, he was perhaps more dangerous now than a person whose mind had left them simply because he was calculated in his actions.

Almost as if to accentuate that, his fist crashed into another face, striking him back as his other hand grasped his shirt, holding him in place before another punch landed, then another....then another...Blows like anvils struck the thugs mouth, nose and jaw with unrelenting brutality, every hit bringing the same, muted cry of pain from the beaten gang-banger. Seeing his target show but the faintest signs of retaliation, flailing weak and injured arms at him aimlessly, a small grunt left the large Irishman before he shoved him back, letting his legs crumple under him as he fell, clutching his battered face before curling into a ball on the ground.

That very moment however, he stopped just long enough to look around him. He had spotted a flash of blonde enter the fight just after he had put down the first thug he'd swung for. Whilst he was confident she was able to take care of herself, it remained to be seen that one on one was far different to having to fight off a small group...In turning, he was privy to watch the escapade at the fence with amusement, turning back as a charged attacker, one of the thugs he'd struck out earlier, came back at him...Mildly surprised that he was able to get back up, he didn't react immediately, instead pausing with a raised eyebrow as a few muted words left his lips.

"Resilient little cunt, aren't ye...?"

The shout that followed his words, when he caught 'hit the deck' being called, brought his body in a sharp 90 degree turn. Seeing the fence coming down, he grabbed the thug that had ran at him and shoved him toward the downcoming fence, pushing himself back at the same time to fall on his back, under the chicken-mesh before it came to a stop.

Came to a stop, of course, with the massive smash that followed resulted in his head turning sharply, his eyes falling on Agons car with a slow smirk rising, added to simply by Agons exasperated words. His arms reaching up to grab the mesh, he dragged himself back and onto his feet, the flash of blonde from before hanging from the wire with clawed fingers gripping through the spaces. Scrambling from the floor, a short distance from Agons car, he ran in a crouch before quite literally grabbing her clean from the fence and continuing through, moving away from the altercation. A crowd would almost certainly form after all of this, even in the rain where before they would likely have watched from a further distance, from their classes and such. A fight in the yard was commonplace enough that the students gave little heed to them, but when the property was destroyed, in turn smashing into vehicles owned by some of the students, things were mixed up a little more than normal.

"Time t'go, lass..."

His words were quick and spoken clearly, making certain she wasn't about to try and claw his eyes out for grabbing her down from the fence, and with a turn of his head to where the other two might have been, he repeated the suggestion much louder, shouting over the ruckus as Agons little group began to dwindle away, apparently with a similar idea as they split in opposite directions...However, Will was heading in the much more logical direction, away from the school. Towards the outskirts of the building where they would be able to hide, for the time being at least.

He slowed slightly, his head peering back to see if the others were coming before he stopped a moment, setting Valencia out of his hold and onto her own feet before a palm lightly cupped the back of her arm, continuing on and away from the school further. Needless to say, this was not good for keeping his intentions discreet in regard to dealing punishment to the football team. For now, however, there were more important matters to attend to, not least the fact that he was still spattered with blood, even with the rainwater having splashed most of it away...

'Never managed t'find out what I wanted t'know, either....Mebbe she can help me in that regard...'

[dante]

"Hit the deck!" was the warning Valencia had given to all that were among the crowd. The one gangster that had been holding Dante up blinked awkwardly, looking up and instantly placing a frown upon his face,

"Oh fuck me." he would mumble as the fence fell upon his head, not hurting him that badly but hurting him just enough so that Dante would be released from his grip. Dante fell to the ground, his eyes slowly opening up as he tried to regain his bearings and remember where he was,

'Oh yeah... I got kicked in the head.' he thought as he shook his head lightly, looking up at the chain-link fence above him. Had he had enough composure, he would have questioned just how the FUCK that tall fence had fell down but now wasn't the time. No what was more important was the gangster that had finally recovered from his state of disorientation, obviously not very happy at the recent event that had transpired. Dante took a deep breath, his left rib letting agony vex him as he demanded the oxygen he needed to survive to try and get away from this situation. After all, he still was a bit exhausted after all this and the adrenline wasn't fully pumping yet after that short intermission. It would start to pump again though when the gangster that had attempted to end him before hand would go for a grab. Dante's eyes widened as he clenched his hands into fists but found something interesting... something was in his right hand. Before even trying to figure out what it was, Dante would let his hand shoot forward with the object, the gangster instantly jumping back at the sight of it... it was Agon's knife. In an odd twist of events, it would seem Agon had saved him tonight having brought a knife... indirectly anyway,

"I still hate that bastard though." Dante would mutter as he got back up on his feet, being in a bent position as to not be hitting his head off the chain-link fence. He would start to back away from the gangster, having Agon's knife in his hand, ready to defend if need be but it seemed his opponent had a brain and knew better than to attack a man with a knife even if he was wounded. Dante's dark orange orbs would then catch the sight of Will taking Valencia away, making an escape route more or less,

'Without them I know even with a knife this is far too risky of a battle.' he thought as he let his footsteps go in the same direction William was headed, knowing it was the best CoA. After all, Dante was injured at this point and even with a knife, would have a harder time defending himself than he normally would. By sticking with William and Valencia, his chances of survival would increase tremendously, especially considering the fact William was very big, intimdating, and had a fecking tire iron. While Valencia was a good fighter herself as well, William would be a much better asset what with the tire iron and all. This being noted, Dante would do his best to keep up with William, switching the blade to hold in his left hand and holding his rib with the other free hand, soothing the pain very slightly,

"That was pretty fun." he would mutter absent-mindly, not aware of the smirk on his face as he did his best to keep up with William no matter what the cost.

OOC: Sorry it took so long, I could hardly get any time to get on the PC and write.

[Kit Lee]

The scene was chaotic. The irishman and the other boy that had appeared in the picture were caugh up in fighting whereas the asian girl had climbed up a fence. A flash of lightning shot through the sky, illuminating the scene. That is pretty dangerous, Kit thought. What if the fence was struck by lightning? The question was quickly answered as the fence came straight down, as the pursuers of the asian girl had weighed too much and destroyed the foundation of the fence. "Hit the deck!" she shouted as the fence landed upon the thugs, as well as Agon's car. The irishman soon wisked her away as he ran from the scene, away from the school. Looking behind him, Kit saw the reason why.

It appeared that some of the school faculty had noticed the fight, and now was running towards them in the parking lot. After all, Agon's car was not the only car crushed by the fence. Well, I don't have to worry about the well being of these thugs now that faculty are about to show up. Not to mention, if he was found standing here, the punishment would be severe. Grabbing his umbrella, he kept it closed as he ran towards the same direction the irishman ran. Kit was not running as fast as he normally had, but faster than the irishman who not only had to carry the weight of the asian girl, but also bruises from battle, the weight of the rainwater soaked in his clothes, as well as being careful in where he stepped so that he would not slip. The wet jeans clung to his legs, wind slapping him in the face with the water droplets, yet he ran with speed away from the scene. He pulled on the hood of his hoodie so that none would recognize him from behind.