Paragon? Tsk, sounds more like kindergarten.

['Amadis]

A black car drove up the courtyard of the Paragon institute ,almost hitting someone. Both of the back doors flew open and 2 men dressed in gray got out of the car.
One of the men quickly walked over to the left side and waited for someone to get out of the car...

Slowly a tall woman stepped out of the car with her hands and legs chained up with heavy metal shackles and her face covered by a muzzle. The two guys quickly grabbed a key out of their pockets and unchained her. Two bright amber colored eyes glared at them, making them slightly nervous.

" You can kill them easily. do it"
"Nahh~They don't look tasty. "

When they unlocked the lock on the chains they quickly jumped back and fled to the safety of the car. The guys slammed the door shut and they took off as if the devil was chasing them.

The Redhead looked at them and bended over. She got the chains off her ankles.Damn they were heavy , how could they treat her like this?! she wasn't an animal!..well not today~

Amadis stood back straight and got the chains off her wrists. She threw them on the ground and stepped away from the 'strings' that contained her. The woman slowly took the muzzle off, revealing a beautiful face. She held on the muzzle for now, keeping it in her right hand.Bright amber colored eyes shot at the building in front of her. She wore a short black ruffled dress ,her hands covered in short black gloves to protect her hands from dirty germs.

"Paragon, eh?"

"They call this a high school ?It's ugly in more ways than one!

"Silence, We are not here for sightseeing."

The woman walked up to the entrance of the school with a cold expression on her face, her hips swaying from side to side, her long crimson hair following her every move.The way she walked could only described in one word: Elegance. The fact that she walked on high heels did help of course.

She would just check this school out to see if the pathetic rumors were true. The truth was...she wanted to find someone to play with~[/color]

[Vince]

Vince would watch the scene infront of him unfold. The black car moving quickly up to and away and a tall woman being left in it's absence with only a smattering of linked metal and a muzzle left to tell the tale.

A small sneer would appear on his face as he knew these signs, he had heard tales from the old guard. The Evil five being the one he knew most about as it was the one Ein had known most about. His mind would move violently with those thoughts as he ordered the small group of five Genaht to spread out and to keep their eyes open. Vince was trying to keep Paragon relatively structured, and this one looked like she wanted to put a rather large wrench in that cog.

Vince would stride towards the woman his eyes keeping a keen attention to her movements. He knew enough to not let down his guard yet, especially in Paragon. A split second before he spoke Vince would grin out of habit, then his voice would ring out.

"Normally I'd give a girly like you the precautionary parable, but seeing to how you were left here I'll be giving the one reserved for the more chaotic."

The grin that was in his lips as he spoke would turn more flat lined, his eyes checking and watching the female carefully. Vince half expected an attack to be coming swiftly.

"Paragon is hell enough as is, we'd prefer not to have another added to it's madness. Genaht is here to attempt that end and to put down those perceived to add to this ignorant state. So by all means, someone starts a fight with you, beat them bloody, start a fight and don't be surprised if we show up to do the same to you."

Vince was more cautious at this point that he had been previously, in other experiences this was where the bravado of the newcomer would show through. The typical I'd like to see you try mentality that was common in this school.

Of course that was why there were five Genaht members spread out around the small meeting Vince had set up. He didn't take chances on such things, he merely tried to make the example that it wouldn't be tolerated.

With a rather harsh Negative reinforcement.

[Ayal Nissim]

And here's my first new problem here...

Ayal looked as he walked up to the door of Paragon institute, Ipod in hand, listening to his new CD as his black combat boots smacked the sidewalk, in time to the beat of the song.

Or so it seemed.

The Ipod Ayal was listening to was merely a shell; inside, Ayal had worked with a soldering iron and some spare wires to hook up a simple hearing aid to a more powerful imput device he had picked up at a junk shop. In short, Ayal had a hidden high-powered receiver that he could conceal, a neat little gadget he had messed around with in Israel. At first, it had been merely a pet project, but Ayal had recently began to employ it at his new school; Apparently, people can really tell you more of what they think when they are convinced you are not listening. Recently though, Ayal had modified it further, stringing a headphone cord out of the bottom of the Ipod, running under his long military coat sleeve, down his chest, and into his pants pocket, where Ayal had slipped a small one GB MP3 player for when Ayal actually wanted to listen to music.

Right now, however, Ayal was more concerned with the fate of others than listening to Disturbed. His eyes hidden behind his tactical sunglasses, Ayal casually turned his eyes, not his head, to a rather interesting scene, worthy of Hollywood.
Situation: new student, female, about six feet, is leaving a car, escorted by two nervous men. Subject is chained and muzzled; safe bet she is a high-risk unit.
Without turning his head, Ayal turned his eyes toward the new scene.
Subject Alpha is being met by a large group; one leader, five henchmen. This leader is obviously a lieutenant of some organization called Genaht; appears to be a basic paramilitary outlet.

Analysis; any direct confrontation would be volatile. Even if Alpha is not allied with this Genaht, it would be safe to assume she is too dangerous to approach directly. The organization Genaht is still an unknown cell; information is needed before any other action should be taken.

With that, Ayal flipped the lock switch on his Ipod, a switch that changed the input from the listening device to the MP3 player and began to play his music, walking through the door without a second look at the scene taking place.

Best ask around about this girl, that lieutenant, and the Genaht cell later.

[Karrick]

Karrick was by no means a badass, a decent fighter, or had enough influence over anyone to be really safe at his new school. Needless to say his transition period has been filled with lots of beatings. Obviously his small stature had something to do with that, he could fight back, but when you get jumped by three guys at once all giants compared to you; it made life interesting to say the least. Not for the first time since he has been here Karrick thought to himself, ‘This school has a great sense of humor. . .’ Karrick’s light blue eyes watched the approach of a black car that seemed to be in a little bit of a rush, not like running over a few people was a rush at this place. Karrick’s eyes widened severely once he saw the creature emerge from the car.

The creature turned out to be a very tall woman with chains and a muzzle, essentially, Hannibal Lector’s wife. He watched as the woman undid her chains and then removed the muzzle from her face. To his credit his mouth didn’t drop all the way to the ground, ‘That is probably the last thing I expected to see today.’ Another quick thought ran through his head as the car pulled away from the school, ‘Is this a black widow?’ Karrick’s body shivered once at the mere thought of what such a girl was capable of; it was rather intimidating. Karrick watched her approach the entrance of the school which made him very uncomfortable since, well; he was sitting near the school entrance.

His eyes flickered to the movement outside his peripheral vision as he saw a group of guys spread out and Karrick wondered briefly what they were up to, but his eyes were pulled away from their actions as he heard a voice speak up. Karrick looked at the speaker and didn’t find anything that stood out or made him recognizable. Of course he just saw a very tall and beautiful woman climb out of a car chained. ‘I guess nothing would really stand out all that much after such a display.’

Karrick then began to have a bad feeling about this whole thing. Looking around he saw that most of the other people left except for a guy with an Ipod, the five others that seemed like vultures at the moment, and of course the two causing the commotion for Karrick’s world. ‘Maybe I should get out of here while I still can.’ Karrick glanced a little bit nervously from the tall redhead to the guy who obviously had brass balls. The only real obstacle was he had to walk past the two to even get into the school which probably was a lot more dangerous. To Karrick there no choice but to remain seated for the time being.

[Jack]

(OOC: Yes, it was short, but it was straight to the point.)

Hannibal Lector wanna-be, german goon squad, and an assortment of onlookers that all looked weary of the six people standing off in front of the school. And the two hundred and fifty pounds of muscle that just didn't give a flying fuck if there was world war three going on between him and his one chance of breakfast. He normally looked like a distracted beast of rippling muscle that would simple slink by peacefully as long as you stayed out of the way.

Today his brandy brown eyes were hungry and angry, making the aura about him tense and volatile. (Which is obviously just what this situation needs.) Each stride forward sounded heavy thanks to the absence of conversation and his work boots, caused by the already tense scene, and would only grow louder as he went closer. When he was standing roughly six feet behind the girl he growled out a harsh command.

"Get the fuck out of my way you worthless bitch."

[Ayal Nissim]

"Get the fuck out of my way you worthless bitch."

Even over his music, Ayal stopped cold in his tracks, his hands resting on the doorknob. Ayal twitched his head backwards and spied some new onlookers to the scene; a muscular thrug standing behind the girl.

new subject; Bravo, about six feet, muscular, agressive. No identifying gang markers, no drawn weapons, no clear motive; basic street brawler, striker type. Ayal quickly reasoned in his head. No innocents appear to be threatened. This is none of my business...

With that thought, Ayal began to open the door, and a sudden thought occured to him. This would be a perfect example to answer a few of his questions:
1) The allegiance of this "Genaht" to either order or lawlessness
2) The potential of the girl, the guy, or the lieutenant in fighting
3) The general strategy of street thugs in fighting.

As such, Ayal reasoned, he would stay and observe the situation. Of course, he did not have a large crowd to hide inside to witness the situation, and Ayal needed a vantage point to observe without drawing attention. With that, Ayal quickly scanned around the area for a suitable distraction.

He found it in a sophmore in a beanie sitting outside, obviously also watching the situation, analyzing it. A plan quickly began to form inside his head.

Ayal quickly walked over toward the youth and waved at him, making a decent smile.
"Hey man, what's up?" Ayal called over as he flicked the switch on his "Ipod" to the hearing aid, making a genuine effort to appear to know the student.
As soon as he got within whispering distance, Ayal cut the friend routine and whispered to the student rather quickly and matter-of-factly.

"Listen carefully. Please play along with this as if you are my friend; you know the whole small-talk sthick. Accept these terms and I can personally guarentee your safety entering the school if the situation becomes hostile."

Ayal looked back at the situation, and then to his new accomplice. "The name is Ayal Nissim, by the way."

['Amadis]

Amadis noticed the humans around her, she couldn't see them clearly due to her bad eyesight but she picked up their scent and heard them. She saw something blurry heading her way, by his her scent she guessed it was a boy but there was only one way to be certain; she had to hear his voice.

"Normally I'd give a girly like you the precautionary parable, but seeing to how you were left here I'll be giving the one reserved for the more chaotic."

Yea, it was a boy alright. She didn't saw his facial expression , not that it would impress her anyway. Amadis looked over him at first but when she realized he was a midget she looked down at him, obviously mocking him in his lack of height. Immediately a tense atmosphere surrounded her as she glared at him. Muscles in her arm began to tighten and she slightly dug her nails into her muzzle. She wanted to smash his head on the concrete and rip his tongue out, she could feel the adrenaline run through her body. How dare this disgusting , tiny human approach her without introducing himself!

"Paragon is hell enough as is, we'd prefer not to have another added to it's madness. Genaht is here to attempt that end and to put down those perceived to add to this ignorant state. So by all means, someone starts a fight with you, beat them bloody, start a fight and don't be surprised if we show up to do the same to you."

"Haha, hell? Let's give him a taste of our hell"

The whispers in her head were laughing maniacally but it soon ebbed away as she heard a name.Genaht? what was that?A boyscout or a knitting club? and What was with the 'we' stuff? Did that boy honestly think she was paying attention to what he was saying? She was too busy picturing a piece of art consisting out of his bones and flesh, she only heard the last sentence and that made her snap out of her daydream. She slightly narrowed her eyes to get a better of his face, tsk he was just a little boy..not tasty at all.Amadis gave a sweet-looking smile with her eyes closed and spoke with a calm but sultry voice.

" Why thank you for the information~" She kept her kind smile for few seconds but then she cracked her neck and slowly opened her eyes. A thick messy scar that ran across her entire neck could be easily seen when she raised her head. She glared back at him and with a sharp tongue she ordered " now ..Get out of my way" [/b] Amadis didn't seem that interested in this boy so she wouldn't attack him just yet.There was no point in wasting precious energy.

"Get the fuck out of my way you worthless bitch."

Amadis narrowed her eyes and immediately turned around in a 90° angle and looked at the blur heading her way.Worthless bitch?why that...
Suddenly out of nowhere an atmosphere consisting out of pure blood lust appeared around her. That sentence made her pissed off, how dare that male fuck call her a bitch? She was now crushing the muzzle in her hand while her other hand was showing weird, unstable signs as her fingers began to twitch uncontrollably.He, on the other hand looked very tasty.

Amadis hissed, "Eh?!Did you say something, impotent headfuck?"

She didn't seem to be affected or impressed by the atmosphere he brought along.It took allot more than that to impress her.[/color]

[Vince]

Vince would gesture to his men to start closing the circle, while looking at the tall females back. Vince frowned slightly at her actions, that showed she did not only not listen to Vince, but probably thought less of him for his kind warning.

The arrogant were an annoyance.

"This is a great opportunity here. Leave the impotent headfuck be, though I am amazed you could tell the face from the ass."

Vince would side step slightly to get out from behind the tall redhead's shadow looking at the large meat head that had surely decided he needed to be so macho as to say such a moronic and pointless thing. Vince would give a small grin as he adressed the thug.

"Now, I'm sure Daddy beat up Mommy, or maybe the other way around, but that's not how we do things here. If you would be so kind as to not instigate fights and walk inside you won't have to find the consequences for your arrogance."

Vince would then smile, and step to the side making a nice sweeping gesture to allow the large man inside. He was sure that the brute would likely strike at him, If the female hadn't already tried at this point, and his legs were poised to move his body out of the way at a moments notice.

All that was meant to be seen now was how the scene would play out.

[Jack]

To say Jack was paying attention to anything that was happening in his surroundings, at least verbally, would be something of a stretch. He vaguely paid attention to the tones employed and fed that through his instincts along with their body language to make his presumptions on the people around him. Five or six people were in his way, one violent, the others showing signs of apprehension.

His choice of target wasn't a hard one to predict. Having the lower ground and a better eye for attack that involved grabbing people than most he had faced the attack wasn't hard to chose either. Launching himself up the steps, closing the distance easily, he flexed his arms while his hands spread to either side of his shoulders, crouched forward so his head was lined up with the red heads legs.

[Karrick]

As Karrick watched the scene unfold a voice spoke up in the most peculiar manner. 'Who is this guy?!' Karrick had no idea what was going on, but decided this wasn't probably the best time for himself to get noticed. Thinking on the fly, Karrick nodded his head at the newcomer wondering what the guy's motive was. Karrick didn't know the guy so it was obvious he was up to something. Karrick glanced around a bit and didn't notice anything besides the three students about to rumble.

As soon as the guy got into whispering distance the plan was explained to Karrick. He couldn't help himself and let out a sigh of relief. Karrick was genuinely happy because if the worst thing imaginable happened someone had his back. When he heard the student say his name was Ayal Nissim; Karrick responded in kind, "Karrick." Karrick took in Ayal's appearance and then turned back to the scene in front of him. "So which one of them interests you, the girl?" Karrick asked in a quite voice so others couldn't hear.

Karrick's eyes kept to the scene watching the confrontation unfold and thanked whatever power it was that made him short. The three who were capturing his attention did not look friendly and the way things were heading made it seem this wasn't going to be a happy go lucky day. Karrick watched as the five from earlier started to swoop in on the group a little and Karrick made a mental note of their leader. Karrick eye's nearly bulged from their sockets when he saw the giant thug bolt toward the redhead. 'Did this guy not see the others closing in or does he simply not care?' Karrick's eyes quickly glanced at Ayal to see what his take on the situation was. "S-should we step back a bit, maybe?" Karrick asked quietly with a nervous tone in his voice.

[Ayal Nissim]

"S-should we step back a bit, maybe?"

Ayal replied casually and coldly, "Negative. Both our presences would be alerted, and that entorage of the Genaht cell looks ready to control any outside stimuli..."

Meaning, Ayal rationalized in his head, Incapacitate us.

"As for the situation between Alpha and Bravo, it is a ground-and-pound; nobody who wanted to stand and fight would have run in a tackle like that. The fight will stay within a two meter radius, and if it moves, we'll all see it coming a mile away."

"Of course," Ayal stated as a side-bar, " The girl could prove to be a liability; if she goes in for the kill shot on Bravo, she must be incapacitated."

Incapacitating the girl is the most logical choice, Ayal reasoned, She is potentially homicidal, obviously more so than her peers, and she also appears to be unalligned to any major gang or cell. Genaht stated it was here to keep the peace; they would not have a rational reason to intervene...

Of course, in Ayal's experience, most violent motives are never rational.

Ayal made a noticable grimace on his face, But should they prove hostile, backup would be necessary...

"Karrick," Ayal stated, "What is your official rank or level of combat training?"

['Amadis]

Keh?
What was that midget saying? Mwa whatever.He wasn't important at the moment. She brought her hand up to her neck and raised her head. She looked at the blur and calculated what the distance between them was by counting the tiles. Closing her eyes she spread her legs slightly and calmed down.

*STEPSTEP*

She could hear the 5 others move in on her and then she heard fast moving steps...heh was that impotent headfuck attacking her?Fine.

Bring it on.

...

When he got closer she slightly curled up her lips and let her hand rest beside her. Amadis took one step forward and took a fighting position, the giant listened carefully and with closed eyes she waited. Closing out the other sounds from the 5 losers she only concentrated on him. Timing was essential and she began to count his steps.

* STEP..STEP...* his scent or whatever he was wearing got stronger and stronger.. NOW!She slightly opened her eyes and saw the blur getting into a crouching position, she reacted by immediately spinning her body 180° and raising her left leg into the air. Amadis send her leg down on his head, she would push his head down by using her heel and force his face onto the pretty concrete tiles. When his face hit the ground she would lean forward and kick his head again, leaving her foot on his head she would drive the heel of her pumps into his skull.

[Short but mweh.Sue me]

[Jack]

What Jack was about to do would put him into a cell if he was at any school other than Paragon, and it was the reason for his multiple transfers and his practical disownment. He was going to inflict as much bodily harm as he could until he lost interest or he was stopped, and once he unleashed his brute strength not many liked to personally attempt stopping him.

Crouched forward, arms at ready, his targeted lighted in his vision, the single leg held just in front of him after a pointless turn and crouch. The left leg had raised into the air while was moving his right arm out, Jack wouldn't be stopped if she planted her foot against the front of his shoulder to push him down the stairs, but she was even more foolish than that. To stop a charging bull she decided to destroy her mobility and balance by moving her leg higher.

An axe kick was just simple too slow, with his right hand grinding the ankle joints into bone Jack was already wrenching his right shoulder back and had viciously ripped her leg out from under her before the leg would even gain speed in it's decent. Jamming his left foot into the vertical part of the next step, and shoved himself back down the stairs. his whole body twisted and changed direction, swinging the girl through the air, where she would find her body careening toward unforgiving metal railing helplessly.