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Post by Aroon Kamsing on Aug 29, 2008 4:05:53 GMT 1
~As stated in the title, there's one invite for this first, so after they post, it's fully open.~
Tap....tap.....tap.....tap.....tap....
The steady drum of a pencil against the desk from somewhere behind Aroon had lingered in his head since the beginning of the class, a nagging sound that refused to cease. Furrowing his brow in silence, he scrawled down a few notes as he tried to concentrate on the words of the teacher instead of the other medley of noises he was inadvertantly picking up on...
A girl two rows back had been chewing gum loudly for about fourteen minutes. Someone further back kept tapping his feet against the metal adjoiner for the chair-desk combination, directly in front of him, someone had a cold, because they wouldn't stop fucking sniffing, even the teacher didn't escape his private ire, with clearly ill-fitting shoes that squeaked with every step he took. Normally that wouldn't have posed much of a problem, but this guy was a 'hands-on' kind of teacher and liked to pace around, making sure everyone was grasping the idea.
All that noise, and yet the young Thai would suffer in silence, knowing that he could hardly fault others for a condition he suffered from. To anyone else, the sounds would have come and gone, but to him, everything seemed to ring through his ears constantly, like a morbid cacophony. After a few minutes more, he reached for his bag, ruffling through it before pulling out a small orange pill-bottle and tapping out a couple of the non-descript tablets inside, tossing them back.
Stuffing the bottle back into his bag, he leaned over and stared almost incessantly at the page, trying to detract all attention from the background noise and focus on the sound of his pulse, a steady beat that he'd long since learned to live with, even use as a distraction at times. Problem as it was, it didn't seem to work terribly well. Setting his pen down, running his hands back through his hair and hooking his fingers together, he sucked air through his teeth and groaned, closing his eyes...
'Just one day without all this fucking noise...God, I wonder if that other school's as bad as here for it....?'
Of course, Aroon harboured little interest in Hircine. After involvement in the little cross-school fight a while back, his attitude to them was tenuously polite at best and acerbic as a standard. Instead, he tolerated Paragon, like he had tolerated every school he'd been forced to go to. He didn't even mind it here all that much, if he was honest. The people were crass and quick to pick trouble, but that just made it easier for him to blend in.
Except for times like this, when the notion of throwing his desk across the room quickly grew to a likely possibility.
Tap....tap....tap...taptaptaptaptaptaptap...'
His eyes narrowing to slits as the sound both intensified and grew quicker, he glanced over his shoulder at the boy a moment, and was quickly rebuffed with a glare.
"What? Got a fucking problem?"
"No, but can you give the tapping a rest?"
'Oh, go fuck yourself."
Nodding as he turned back to his desk, Aroon took a mental ten-count, staring out of the window for a moment, before the tapping began again. This time it was quite louder and definitely deliberate, and with a second glance back the other boy simply smirked at him all the while. Sighing, he raised his hand.
"Yes, Aroon?"
"Can I go to the bathroom, sir?"
"Uh, sure. Go ahead."
Nodding, he rose from his seat amid a few sets of eyes. Students rarely asked the teachers for permission to do anything, but it was one of Aroons primary faults. School in Bangkok had conditioned him that you took permission for everything, and it carried on here. Still, that wasn't quite the truth of the matter. Turning around towards the door at the back of the room, he walked until he was next to the pencil-tapping boys desk.
"Go fuck myself, huh?"
As he said the words, the boy would turn just as Aroon grabbed his hair and dragged him clean out of the seat, throwing him over the desk opposite awkwardly. Weaving between two of them to step into the next aisle as the students around them backed out of their seats to watch, he shot a quick kick into the boys gut.
"Go fuck myself, huh!?"
After another kick, this time into his mouth, he leaned down and grabbed the back of his shirt, pulling him to his feet and tossing him to the side, towards the wall of bodies that had formed around them. Inevitably, they would keep him upright and push him back in towards the Thai. Taking a swing, he would hit air as Aroon weaved his head away from the punch effortlessly. A second punch would hit air again before Aroon stepped into the afterflow of the swing, slamming his left fist into the boys throat, his knuckles protruding to crush into his larynx viciously. Collapsing back, he would fall onto his knees, his hands clutching at his throat as he desperately sucked in air.
"Pathetic."
Grabbing the boys hair again, he slammed forward with his right knee, driving it between his eyes to knock him for six. Yet, with the boy now out cold, Aroon didn't let up at that. Holding onto his target, he struck home with another knee, then another, before slamming him face-first into the floor, spitting onto the prostrate figure as he stood straight again, his eyes still narrowed and the scowl still hung on his face. His eyes shifted around the others, knowing that he'd effectively made an open invitation to half the students to jump in.
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Post by Vladimir Stukov on Aug 29, 2008 4:30:12 GMT 1
A low, gutteral growl would come from a few feet off to Aroon's side, something that caused those standing in front of the source of the noise to clear out of the way. Vladimir was perched on top of his desk, his feet and bottom on top of the wood while his hands clenched the side to give him balance, nails digging into the material. The feral youth's lips were peeled back, revealing his teeth and sharpened fangs, something that would be out of place even in a school like Paragon, and his eyes remained locked on the Thai.
It had happened so fast that Vladimir hadn't even truly registered it for a moment. At first, he had been making his way past the classroom, heading for solitude in order to escape the building pressure of overstimulation, not able to comprehend what any of those within were saying. Once the commotion of the fight had broken out, though, Vladimir had been able to feel the atmosphere within change, the fear and aggression being expressed by those within sparking a dangerous cocktail of chemical reactions inside his brain, and amplifying the fight-or-flight instinct that everyone experienced when faced with such a situation. Vladimir, however, had been trained to ignore his flight instinct long ago, as to run away from an opponent was to effectively make yourself useless, and as a result, had bounded into the classroom and made his way on top of the closest object to get a look at the aggressor.
Now, he found himself on top of a desk, growling dangerously towards the Thai in a clearly challenging manner. It wasn't as though the feral boy was unable to speak, or unable to understand most of the English language, as he'd needed to understand his caretaker when given commands, but the act of communicating with others in words made his mouth feel funny, to put it simply. Besides, those around him usually were able to tell the message he was trying to get across from body language alone, much less any noises he happened to be making at the time.
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Post by Aroon Kamsing on Aug 29, 2008 4:55:01 GMT 1
As he scoped over the others who continued to glare at him, he noticed two things very quickly. Several of them had shifted their gaze from him to another presence in the circle, and a growling sound to his side. Craning his head very slightly, he set his eyes on the desk-perching youth. The latent ferality he showed was enough to elicit a snort from the Thai as he turned to face him, pacing somewhat to the side as he glanced up and down the boy.
Teeth bared. He's clawing at that desk. Not so much speaking as acting like an animal. People are moving away from him. A little scrawny, still looks strong. How tall is he? Can't tell from that crouch. He wasn't in this class. Must have come in during the commotion.
A faint tilt of his head ilicited a momentary change in perspective, his scowl faded out slightly though his tunnel-vision still set entirely on the perched boy, and ironically the Thai noted that the background noises that had bothered him now seemed distant and no longer irritating. Curling his lip back in a short sneer, he raised an eyebrow before speaking at him.
"What? Did someone forget to leash you up?"
Making no concession to remove his own presence against the other boy, he continued to hold a 'ready' position, his body turned toward him as he made clear he was standing against him. Something about the youth was clearly off, and his own instinct pushed him to react at least partly in kind.
Doubt he has any particular style to fight. Probably just a quick brawler. Maybe a biter. Those nails look like they're filed out for a reason. If he wants to fight he'll probably leap off that desk at me. Not much room for either of us to move. Might work out useful.
"Spit it out. You got something you want to say, or just keep looking at me like I'm lunch?"
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Post by Vladimir Stukov on Aug 29, 2008 5:10:31 GMT 1
The mention of a leash made Vlad's teeth grind against each other in frustration, a sudden flash of anger flaring up towards the Thai male. The leash was for when Vladimir was bad, the leash hurt, and yet the other was laughing about it as if it were some sort of joke.
Doesn't understand... hurts people...
Vladimir was still struggling with this thought when the other man spoke again, making what seemed like more jokes at his expense. It was too much for the feral youth to bear, his nails digging into the wood slightly harder as he forced himself to respond.
"No...leash... You're mean..."
With a cry of anger, the boy released his hold on the desk, driving his legs into the wood hard and propelling himself forwards toward the other man, simultaneously causing the desk to go flying back into another of its kind. Vlad's arms were outstretched in front of him, wide like a cat pouncing on a mouse, with his fingers in a claw-like position. Aside from the intial push off, the feral youth's legs would start to pull back in towards his body, preparing himself to land against the ground or on top of his enemy, whichever happened to occur first. In essence, Vladimir was attempting to pounce on top of his opponent, knocking him to the ground with his bodyweight and begin the attack from there.
He would teach this one to make fun of him.
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Post by Aroon Kamsing on Aug 29, 2008 5:40:21 GMT 1
That one got to him. Those teeth jarred. His body tightened up. Must have struck a nerve.
Chuckling quietly to himself at the rather broken words spoken, he raised the eyebrow a moment again before quipping to himself.
"I suppose I'll need to make you heel, won't I?"
At his remark, however, the bestial youth pounced. Instantly, his eyes narrowed again and his face fell straight, the corners of his vision blurring out to focus solely on the other boy. Attempting to grab him in mid-air would probably have been a sensible idea, use his own downward weight to throw him into some more desks, but instead Aroon would take a short step to his right, weaving away from the oncoming mass of his apparent opponent. As he approached the ground, the boy would find himself having to deal with the first of Aroons responses; a sharp kick that begun the instant the Thai had stepped aside. Using his left foot as the base, the right leg would raise enough to spin in a quarter turn, intended to slam into the middle of his targets back. Bearing in mind the crouching position that he'd had on top of the desk, and his drawn-in position during the landing, Aroon expected his opponent to land as such, and as a result kept the kick low enough that it wouldn't skim over the top of his intended target.
Probably fights from that position. Keeps low. Less of a target. He pounced once, might do it again. Temper clearly triggers him, could be exploitable. From that first lunge, he -will- use those nails to attack. Hands need to be watched. Definitely fast, but not too smart. Take the lead, make him fight on your grounds.
The possibility was there that the other boy would not be so dull as to miss the rather obvious counter, not least taking into account his clearly feral nature, and Aroon kept to mind the likelihood that his new target would have rather keen reflexes. That in mind, he would kick with a whipping motion, intending to strike with the blow and immediately retract it to ensure there was no capture.
'Let's see what you'll do, hm?'
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Post by Vladimir Stukov on Aug 29, 2008 18:58:26 GMT 1
Moving...
Vladimir's eyes followed Aroon as he evaded the initial attack, stepping to the side and keeping himself from having the youth land atop him. The younger boy continued pulling his legs towards him, curling them up to his chest as he'd intended before, while bringing his right hand down to help him land more safely. As he approached the ground, Vladimir's eyes never left his hated enemy, wanting to watch where he went so that he could continue attacking. This singleminded attentiveness would serve to make Vlad aware of Aroon's attack being formed.
Kick...I can kick.
It wasn't the first time Vladimir had faced someone outside of his native cages. Fighting those who didn't scratch and claw wasn't something new to him now, especially after his short time at Paragon, and he'd slowly started to adapt to these sorts of battles. When he noticed the leg lift off the ground, Vladimir's own left leg would begin moving from his chest to his side, remaining coiled until the instant before landing, where it would rapidly extend, thrusting the bottom of his foot at Aroon's shin. However, aiming while in midair was difficult, and the feral boy's heel would glance along the bottom of Aroon's leg before falling towards the ground, causing the Thai's kick to slide up Vladimir's left leg and virtually kill its momentum.
The Russian would land on his hands and right leg, spreading the impact out among his palms, knee, and ball of his foot. His intercepting kick would have more than one result, however, as it would jerk his body back against the momentum carrying him forward, aided by his hands pushing off the ground, it would serve as enough to give the boy stable enough balance, mainly centered directly on top of his right foot. Driving the foot into the ground, Vlad would push himself off the ground, swiping his right hand in a slashing uppercut with his nails aimed at Aroon's face.
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Post by Aroon Kamsing on Aug 29, 2008 19:29:38 GMT 1
Trickytrickytricky. HemovesquickerthanIthought. Nomatter.
As his first kick was met in mid swing, the first surge of adrenaline blasted into him and he could almost hear the change in his heartbeat. His limbs had, as a result of the Muay training he put himself through, almost no sense of pain along his shins. As such, the impact, glancing though it was, would barely even be registered by the Thai as his eyes and brain went into overtime. His condition was a nuisance for the most part, but in times such as these it proved rather the handy asset. His senses, well, they didn't so much heighten as gain a certain clarity. With his focus locked onto the bestial boy, background noise, even sights, were all but non-existant to him. For someone whose daily routine consists of hearing and seeing virtually everything around him, such a thing made that focus infinitely greater.
The glancing nature of the impact with his opponents heel would not stop his leg entirely, but the force of the kick would also ensure that a substancial portion of the speed would not be lost either. Regardless of this, at the first opportunity Aroon would retract the leg again, around the same time as the other boy would have fully landed to the ground. A good thing as well, it would seem, as once again he intended to lash out with those makeshift claws of his.
'Rightfootleading. Swinginghisrighthand. Weightisoff.
In the instants provided to him, Aroons brain absorbed the situation and through sheer reflex alone, he responded to his attackers movements. His left arm, in response to the gouging effort, would slam open-palmed downward into the open-clawed hand as it rose up. The basic premise being that, even if he sustained a couple of scratches, the much more tightly formed palm would crunch against the splayed fingers, buckling and possibly breaking them in the process. Immediately following that, he would utilise that powerful right leg again in another swing, displaying clearly why he'd earned the ring-name 'The Muay Tempest'. From a nearly static position, his knee would careen into the other boy as he rose for his lunge, likely to connect somewhere in his midsection, with a forceful burst of acceleration.
Muay Thai, stylistically renowned for its brutal close-quarters clinches equally as much as the powerful kicks, forced its practicioners to develop torque in their lower limbs to fire off powerful strikes with the least room possible. The feral boy was about to discover just how that worked in action, and with Aroons right hand still free to retaliate against any subsequent counter blows, he was prepared to deal a decisive blow against his opponent.
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Post by Vladimir Stukov on Aug 31, 2008 4:14:41 GMT 1
Aroon was certainly perceptive, but it seems he had missed a particular fact when he'd attempted to block the swipe at his face. Vlad's teeth were not the only part of him filed and sharpened, his nails were given the same treatment. Even a fighter's abnormally calloused hand would have a hard time standing up to the claw-like nails, which would puncture through Aroon's skin in the same manner as several needles would. This was not to say it wouldn't hurt the feral boy's fingers, but depending on how hard the Thai slammed his palm down, the nails had a chance to dig in far enough to do serious damage. However, if Vladimir would hardly be aware of, or even interested in the extent of damage done to Aroon's hand, instead he was more concerned with the flash of pain in his hand, something that raised his ire immensely.
Hurt you too!
With anger spurring him onwards, Vladimir would push himself towards the Thai, sliding his left foot forward as he did so. This act would cause the actual knee to strike the air behind Vladimir, though Aroon's thigh would still smack against the feral youth's side in a painful fashion. However, the Russian would move his entire left side forward with the motion towards his opponent, thrusting the claws on his left hand towards Aroon's right upper arm, roughly at the bicep, and should he connect in a fashion, attempt to pull the arm away from the body in an instinctive attempt to open the other male up for another, much more basic attack. Vladimir's head would drive forwards, mouth wide open as he attempted to bite into the flesh between the shoulder and the neck, looking to dig his fangs into his foe.
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Post by Aroon Kamsing on Aug 31, 2008 5:23:35 GMT 1
Sharpthosearesharp. Don'tflinchkeepgoing. Hurthimputhimdown.
As his palm connected with Vlads oncoming fingers, the piercing sensation of those filed claws cutting into his hand registered all the more clearly than he would want it to. One definitive side-effect to his condition was, he'd learned, that all his senses seemed to perk up slightly, not least his sense of touch. Despite that, however, he'd known before dealing the blow that he was dealing with an unusual case, and that he would likely not escape unscathed from this encounter. Regardless of it, though, the slicing wounds his hand would be dealt would likely pale in comparison to those inflicted on the feral boy, not least the chance that he'd damage the fingers themselves, but unless he drank a gallon of milk a day, he'd almost certainly snap one of those nails off.
Continuing to press against the hand as his knee would shoot for Vlads ribs, the step-in from the animalistic boy would cause a slight error in planning for the Thai. Not one, however, that would impede too much of his planned out pattern of attack. Analytical to a fault, Aroon knew that even with his opponents obvious unpredictability, he would attack with his right arm. His left was indisposed, his legs were far too close to kick out with, in this close-quarter situation, it was the most instinctive reaction to make.
'And this, clearly, is a fighter who relies on instinct.'
With the step through, Aroons eyes would shift attention to Vlads left side, basing primarily that with the limb free it would be the first offense made. True enough, as it shot for his arm, he would have visually pre-empted it, but the close-range would make it unfeasible to actually prevent it from hitting. Instead, however, the Thai would react against it quickly, snapping out a quick, stunning jab to Vlads face. The blow wouldn't have a whole lot of power in it, but probably enough to bloody a lip or nose and cause the other boy to hesitate. In that instant, retracting the hand back, he would simply have to concern himself with keeping that rather dangerous looking set of teeth at bay. Not a mammoth task, and quite content to start knocking them out if need be, he would by now have brought his right leg back to ground in preparation for his own follow-up.
Driving his left knee forward, intending to slam the joint into the wiry flesh of his opponents right thigh, he would press back against Vlad without hesitation, intending to dominate against his opponent and put him on the back foot. A few scratches along the way wouldn't matter too much, so long as this boy ended up on the ground beside the first.
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Post by Vladimir Stukov on Sept 3, 2008 5:00:06 GMT 1
Despite the pain, Vladimir's fingers continued to push against his foe's hand, driving his claws deeper into the flesh regardless of the damage it did to his hands. The deeper it went, the more likely it would start to reach something not easily healed.
The quick jab impacted against Vladimir's lip, opening up a small cut on the right side of his lower lip as it slid along his sharpened canine. A thin trail of blood would begin to flow down the youth's face, though it would hardly dissuade Vladimir; instead, it would spur him on further, the pain and adrenaline filling him with something akin to a primal rage. The boy began to growl once more, stepping forward with his right foot to bring the two even closer to each other, almost chest to chest.
Have to hurt, hurt more!
The closer range was simply intended to make Vladimir's next attack easier, though it had the unintentional benefit of causing the Thai's knee to catch the back of Vlad's hip, easy pain to deal with at the moment, especially for the focused feral youth. Vladimir's mouth opened once more, his head lunging downwards to bite at the same area targetted before, but at a much closer range, making it much more difficult for Aroon to jab once more.
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Post by Aroon Kamsing on Sept 7, 2008 2:25:53 GMT 1
Though the prospect for a deeper, dangerous wound, Aroon would only tilt the heel of his hand -back- further. The reason was quite simple, now. Vlad, in pushing back, had created something of a partial stalemate for the pair. If he were to back down, his hand would be driven away with his injuries and no benefit would be gained. If Aroon retracted his hand, the chance that Vladimirs nails could slash at his wrist was a lot higher than if he just pressed on. As such, despite the slight risk presented, he would merely continue to reciprocate the force being put upon by the other boy.
That, however, didn't appear to be the largest of his problems. The feral attacker, in stepping towards Aroon, had brought the range of movement the pair had with their limbs to almost zero. In doing that, he would protect himself somewhat from any actual strikes from the Thai for a moment, and seemingly intended to follow it up with a bite as his head lunged forward. Twisting his right side back to put a little extra distance from them and make the lunge more clumsy than initially planned, he would whip his right hand in quickly in a rather nasty close-quarters hooking blow with his protruded knuckles into the side of Vlads neck. A blow designed not so much for damage as incapacitation, the hit would hopefully jar the other boy into freezing, constricting the muscles in his neck rapidly to avoid any further blows to what was a rather sensitive area, even in a well-conditioned fighter.
Of course, just one of the blows would be redundant. Immediately following the first, his fist would adopt the mannerism of a piston, jolting back and forth with equivalent force to strike whatever he could; the head, his jaw, his cheek, his neck, anything. Firstly, he needed to get this boy under control, and for all the show he'd seen thus far, even Aroon knew that animals would eventually retreat when they were at serious risk.
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Post by Vladimir Stukov on Sept 10, 2008 0:03:22 GMT 1
Vladimir was furious.
As he had lunged forward to bite his foe, the Thai had pulled back his right side away from his teeth, foiling the attempt. The feral youth was getting more and more frustrated as the battle went on, the constant dodging and parrying being something he had never gotten used to. With his prey seemingly escaping him, Vlad's left hand whipped forwards, grasping at Aroon's right bicep to hold the arm in place and keep him from escaping, intending to dig his claws into the muscle and thereby preempt the other male's hook, however unintentionally.
Of course, the youth still intended to hurt his foe, but after having his bite foiled twice, it had dawned on him that such a move wasn't working. It left him with only two options: retreat, or find another way to hurt Aroon. Vladimir was nothing if not aggresive, and so the former was out of the question. Instead, he would suddenly whip his head towards the Thai's, attempting to slam his forehead into the other boy's face and knock it backwards.
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Post by Aroon Kamsing on Sept 10, 2008 1:28:52 GMT 1
Growling himself as his arm would be caught, the hook would be half swung and cause Vlads nails to scrape into the flesh of his arm sharply. The muscle had been taut during the swing, but now he flexed it all the more, resisting the pressure made by the 'claws' as his forearm and wrist would press down on the inside of Vlads elbow joint, pushing both of their limbs down as he gripped onto the joint, his thumb gouging into the fleshier inner section of the joint to loosen the grip in turn.
Takewhatyougive. I'llhurtyouasmuchasyouhurtme. Timetogetyouonyourknees!
With both their hands now in stalemates of sorts, the fight was drawing in closer and closer with every passing second. Pressing against the feral youths hand and arm respectively, he shifted his feet to bring his right leg back a little, and his left forward a little in turn, around the time that his attacker would shoot forward the headbutt.
'Can't dodge at this range.'
Indeed, at this close range, dodging was out of the question. Instead, the Thai would flick forward his own head to meet, well, head-to-head with Vlad, using his forehead to take the blow instead of his face. It still sent a white flash over his eyes and a painful ache into the front of his skull, but better than taking it in the face, all the same. However, instead of flinching back from the blow, he would react instinctively on attack, snapping his right leg out in a rather harsh low-kick to the side of Vlads left knee almost as soon as it struck, intent on using the brief moments daze it would hopefully give Vlad as well to make it even more difficult for him to avoid the blow. With his arms tied up, especially his left with the arm tightly locked in a battle against Aroons right, it would leave the only logical evasion to be backing away, forcing the boy to retreat.
Or, moreso, to try to. He was intent on keeping a hold of him now, having had his own anger pushed into 'On'. This bestial little fuck would be on his knees one way or another, though even with his temper flaring, he would like to do so without harming him more than needed.
'He could be useful to me....'
"You about ready to give up? I'd like not to send you to the nurses office!"
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Post by Vladimir Stukov on Sept 12, 2008 1:51:13 GMT 1
"Grah!"
Vladimir's headbutt had been met with one of Aroon's own, the skulls connecting with a sickening crack. Rather than pull his head back for another, the feral boy continued pushing his head against the Thai's, leaving the two eye to eye as he bared his teeth, growling loudly. His mouth began to open, fully intending to bite Aroon directly in the face, when suddenly his balance was thrown completely off, his left leg being given a sharp snap of pain, causing him to stumble to his right.
No! Let go!
Instinctively frightened at the prospect of falling over while being held by a foe, Vladimir suddenly stopped pushing against Aroon's palm with his right hand, swiping it towards the other man's inside of his right forearm. Ideally, Aroon would pull his arm away, releasing his grip in order to avoid having new cuts open on a more tender area, though that was a decision for the Thai to make himself.
Should he actually release Vladimir, the boy would spin with his clawing swipe, taking a step away from his opponent as he did so before dropping lower into a crouch, palms to the floor while squatting. Vlad heard the words the other male spoke, and while part of him wanted to dart forward again and continue, the injury to his leg prevented him from doing so. Instead, he would wait for the pain to die down some, listening to whatever the other man said in the meantime.
"You hurt... why stop?"
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Post by Aroon Kamsing on Sept 12, 2008 2:25:08 GMT 1
Unlike the teeth gnashing youth who glared at him through the prolonged 'headbutt', Aroons eyes were....cold. Complacent. Calculating. As the kick would bring him into a stumble, though, there was a sudden change in Vlads eyes as the comprehension of what was happening closed in. In that instant, releasing his strain against the Thais left and swiping at the other, it became clearer and clearer to Aroon.
Hedoesrelypurelyoninstinct. He'sreallylikeananimal.
Indeed, as the other boys hand swiped at his arm, he did release him, drawing his arm back as the nails would scrape faintly against his inner arm, enough to drag fine lines along the inside of his forearm, though not deeply enough to draw blood properly. The moment later, when the pair were separated, Aroon shifted back a half step of his own and watched the animalistic boy drop into his crouch again. When he spoke, it was odd-sounding, as if he rarely did it, and it clued the Thai in on a few more things with his question.
Sohedoesn'tunderstandtheconceptofmercy. Hm...
Following the boys movement, he dropped down to a similar squat, not quite with his hands on the ground, but resting on his legs by the elbow, to bring him to the same height as Vlad. Pointing at the other boy who he'd knocked out before, he kept his eyes on Vlad.
"I had a reason to hurt him. I had no reason to hurt you. It was of no use to me to fight you, do you understand what I'm saying? Nod if you do, it's alright."
At the gesture, he carried on, speaking slowly enough to make sure his words were processed properly, also making efforts to stave the flash of anger he'd had before. "Good, now listen carefully. We can stop this now. You don't get have to get hurt any more than you already have, and I know you're hurt, aren't you? You have the choice; continue, and force me to hurt you more, or stop and the pain will go away."
It was the most basic form of reasoning, and Aroon would keep his eyes on the boy as he spoke, quietly enough that the words would only really pass between the pair and a few of the others with good hearing, waiting for whatever form of response he would receive in return.
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Post by Vladimir Stukov on Sept 12, 2008 4:21:27 GMT 1
When Aroon stooped lower, Vladimir backed up a step, not at all pleased with the idea of his enemy getting closer while his leg was still throbbing. When it became clear that the Thai wasn't pressing his attack, however, Vladimir stopped backing away, the gradual slowing of his breathing being one of the more obvious signs he was listening. Slowly, tentatively, he nodded, careful not to take his eyes off the other male, as it wouldn't be the first time the feral youth had been tricked into letting his guard down.
Soon enough, Vladimir was given a choice. The boy had only jumped into the fight from the aggression he'd felt, the same aggression that had rapidly disappated when Aroon called for a stop in the fighting. With no true reason to attack the Thai, and still smarting from the battle beforehand, Vladimir was left with only one true course of action.
"No more... done."
The Russian coughed, his throat not used to forming so many words in such a short amount of time. Still, he made no move to leave the classroom quite yet, instead watching Aroon intently, silently studying him. Finally, after a few moments, the boy came to a decision and forced himself to speak again, saying just one word in order to introduce himself.
"Vladimir."
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Post by Aroon Kamsing on Sept 13, 2008 0:04:31 GMT 1
"Alright. Good."
With the verbal confirmation from the other boy, Aroon would relax a little bit more, turning his cut hand over to inspect the wounds left from the struggle against Vlads 'claws'. Indeed, there were a few rather nasty looking gouges there, but the skin was thick, and none of them was bleeding terribly much other than a faint seeping that clenching his fist would stem. He gave a faint chuckle and bunched his fist together again for that reason, resting his arm against his leg as the other boy would offer his name.
Vladimir? ProbablyRussianorEasternEuropean.
"Aroon."
Debating for a split-second on what course of action to take, he opted out of offering to shake Vlads hand. Not least because he was partially assuming that the gesture might be lost on him, but with the crowd around them, it would only risk creating an even more odd scene. This guy was easily spooked or riled up, it seemed, and for now he wanted to keep his attention.
"Tell me, Vlad....."
Pushing up slowly to a standing position, he continued to keep eyes on him even as he stood fully over him, the slight gap still forcing him to tilt his head down in a subliminal dominance.
"Don't you think there's something wrong with this school?"
He grinned mentally, and would patiently wait for anything said. It seemed enough of a struggle for the other boy to speak at all, and he wouldn't rush him, but the answer would determine what he said next to him. With the recent turn of events, Vladimir would potentially be a very helpful ally to have. That aside, he was truly a fascinating person to the Thai, who'd been raised in rather straight-laced refinement.
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Post by Vladimir Stukov on Sept 15, 2008 2:31:08 GMT 1
When Aroon stood, Vladimir's head tilted back to continue watching him, though he didn't stand up himself. For one such as him, he was just as comfortable on all fours as he was standing, if not moreso. However, the question posed to him from the Thai was something that Vladimir struggled with to answer. He'd never gone to school before going to Paragon, and so, had thought of the school as being what should be considered normal. Being told to think of what was wrong with it, though, made him furrow his brow in frustration, mentally wrestling with the idea and trying to think of an answer.
"They fight... 'cause they can... not 'cause they should?"
It was the closest the boy could come to describing the "bad feeling" he got from being on Paragon's school grounds. The constant fighting had him almost permanently on edge, and this hadn't been the first time he'd gotten involved in a fight that didn't concern him. This was, however, the first time he had been spoken to afterwards, and as always, the feral youth was very curious to experience new things.
"...Is Vlad right?"
There was a certain amount of hope in the boy's voice, his eyes looking eagerly up towards Aroon. It simply went to show how quickly Vladimir went from being the beast intent on destroying his enemy, to the naive child still attempting to understand the world around him.
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Post by Aroon Kamsing on Sept 15, 2008 3:33:45 GMT 1
A thin grin emerged slowly on the Thais face, his eyes narrowing slightly as his mind worked quickly. Vlad hadn't answered at all how he'd hoped, and in doing so had glimpsed at a potentially clever streak in the boy. No doubt, he was probably a good deal maladjusted, but the fact remained that Vlad was still attending a school. If he were mindless, even a school like Paragon would have removed him by now, surely.
'There's some real potential in him, he could definitely be useful...'
The grin dulling to a smaller smile, a feigned warmth put into it, he nodded once. "Yes, Vlad's right."
'Not exactly the answer I'd have given, but I doubt it'll be terribly difficult to lure him in with that.'
"I enjoy fighting like anyone else could, but every day I have to see weak and pointless people who want to take advantage of a chance to pretend they have control. I want to change that, so that the control belongs to those who deserve it."
Again, he spoke a little slower than normal, allowing ample time for the words to be heard and processed by Vlad before he continued on, "How would you like to be a part of that, a part of the cure, and someone who does have that power too?"
This time, he did grin, widely and baring his teeth with a silent laughter in his head, watching the feral boy in front of him carefully. The offer had been made, and he would be certain to receive an agreeing response.
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Post by Vladimir Stukov on Sept 23, 2008 19:21:11 GMT 1
Smart!
Vladimir couldn't help but smile, pleased that he'd gotten the question right. According to his guardian, a right answer meant a reward of some sort, usually in the form of a lack of a beating. However, as he continued to listen to the Thai, intent on finding out just what that prize could be, causing him to listen closer than usual.
"Cure... power..."
Never before had the feral youth been described as the former, or given the latter. Vladimir had no idea of what he could do with the prospective power, the concept was completely alien to him, which in fact was part of what he found so appealing. Experiencing new things excited Vlad, and this would be a complete and utter change from what he was used to.
"Vlad will help Aroon, then."
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