Chaos Theory (Open)

[Allen Daughtry]

For the past week, observation had done little to sate Allen Daughtry's need to understand the local design of San Francisco's two prominent high schools. After questioning a number of students at Hircine High regarding the school's structure and the events that led to Paragon's foundation, the junior was becoming frustrated at the lack of loose tongues or open mouths. For some reason, most of the student body appeared ignorant or afraid to mention anyone of particular importance, and most had the same generic facts involving the past semester.

To say the least, Allen was not finding himself much closer to knowing the secrets of his new domain. Thus, after deciding that he'd take a break from investigating the relatively quiet Hircine High, Allen decided to skip a day of school and instead visit his school's new neighbor, the Paragon Institute. Arriving around lunch, Allen passed through the main doors with a simple shove of his arms, but once he entered the premises, he immediately noticed a deep contrast between his new school and the foreign complex.

Instead of the clean, orderly floors and walls of granite, Allen instantly noticed the freshly tattered tiles, the loosened locker doors, and the punched-in holes across the walls, with drops and heaps of blood and trash here and there. The school looked as if a gang of violent thugs had broken through the school overnight... except, it felt as if this appearance had been laid out for the whole week of the school's fresh start. Bewildered, Daughtry glanced around himself for a short while, amazed that all the talk of chaos and violence at Paragon had been more than true.

'This is insane... I thought it was just a lot of bullshit, but I'm starting to wonder if the staff here is as everyone says...'

Taking a few reluctant steps forward, Allen began to pass through the front corridors of the strange place, wondering where the students were, as he doubted they would all be eating at lunch. For a few minutes more, Allen saw no one, but as he progressed further into the school, he began to hear the growing roar of disorderly clashes everyone ahead of him. Oddly enough, the noise itself seemed to worry Allen to the point that he stopped walking.

'It almost sounds like... everyone's fighting, like this is some kind of game to them...'

After a while, Allen heard a few steps echo down one of the corresponding hallways near him, and his eyes side glanced to the source of the sound to find a tall, dark, lanky man about his age strolling through the school halls as well, a terribly manufactured burger in his his right hand, and his black eyes set on Allen's sunglasses.

"Well, looks like we've got a foreigner... new here kid?" The man questioned with a calm but firm voice, his eyes set on Allen with some interest, though for now he kept his body casual.

Allen watched him for a moment, suspecting foul intent, but decided to reply all the while, "Yeah, I'm from Hircine, decided to see what Paragon's all about..."

Tossing out the name of his own school seemed to peak the stranger's interest, as his eyebrows rose and a small grin passed over his thin lips, "Really now? A Hircinian on Paragon turf... that's interesting, real interesting..."

What caught Allen's eye was that the stranger's own stare seemed to glance somewhere behind him, and so as he responded, Daughtry turned to see if someone was trying to flank him, "Yeah, just thought I'd -- GAAH!"

Allen had been a fool; he dropped his guard the instant he turned to follow the glance, and was given a solid, painful uppercut to his left cheek in return. The brunt of the hit tossed his shades into the air and sliding across the dust-strewn floor below him, and Allen found himself shuffling to the ground from the force of the hit, landing near his shades.

He couldn't see the assailant for now, but he could hear his laughs. With his back to the bastard, Allen's teeth gritted in seething anger at the cheap shot, his left palm pressing firmly against his swelling cheek, his eyes darkening with conviction. Breathing out his emotions through flaring nostrils, Allen's right hand grabbed his shades and returned them to his eyes, before the man stood back up and turned to face his attacker.

The stranger just watched him with a wide, devious grin, enjoying the moment of surprise and achievement. But he said nothing, almost as if he knew what to expect. And Allen had no intentions of disappointing him.

Of course, he planned to make sure the guy wasn't grinning anymore.

"That was a mistake." Allen quietly spoke as he glared onto the man, before pouncing forward and grabbing the man's rising arms, stretching them out and hurling his head into the man's nose, breaking the cartilage with ease and tossing the man's head back in pain. As the stranger attempted to escape, Daughtry grabbed the weight of the man's right side and tossed him to his own left, forcing the man to roll across the floor.

"You'll... ugh..." The aggressor mumbled, holding his bleeding broken nose with his left hand and growling, "... regret that."

Allen just watched him with a frown, "Maybe I will... so make me."

[kuni]

"He seems unable."

The voice would come from just behind Allen, as the small foreign exchange student circled around to his front. He was dressed in his usual clothes, accompanied with a smile at the irony that this guy was wearing aviators too. His smile wouldn't fade as his head looked down at the one who had threatened the Hircine student. Muttering a small laugh, Kunioku raised his left leg and stomped down, slamming onto the ankle joint of the student before grinding his heel in to cause lasting damage. Ignoring the man's scream, Kuni looked up with a maniacle grin, eyeing Allen from behind his own shades.

"I'm a little more...equipped, ne?"

Kunioku would take a step back, simultaneously taking off his shades. Hanging them up on his coat buttons, Kuni would continue his counter clockwise circling. As he finished with his glasses, he'd kick the kid in the back of the head, finally causing him to stop yelling. He'd continue in the circle until he once again was behind Allen, or rather back from where he came as Allen would likely follow him in order to not get jumped again.

"You'd be surprised how many people at this school are like that one. People who all think they're tough shit. Posers...that's the word yes? I've been rather good so far, not causing much more trouble than anyone else here. Of course, that's only temporary. Perhaps I'll visit Hircine High soon; I can send your schoolmates to keep you company in the hospital."

As soon as he finished talking, Kuni would point his toes to the outside and send an inside stomp kick with his left leg to Allen's corresponding right knee cap. If left unchecked, Kuni would easily push the joint the wrong way and snapping it in half. As his leg would go down, Kuni would turn to the right, sending his right palm out at Allen's gut in a hard pushing strike to knock him backwards.

[Allen Daughtry]

The tiny hairline running along Allen's spine shot up as the sensation of surprise and fear entered his nerves. Turning his head instantly to find the unseen voice, Allen's fists instantly clenched tighter at the instinctive thought that he might get jumped by the new individual. Yet, he was surprised to find that the man, an apparent Asian student of Paragon, was more interested in his attacker for the moment. Indeed, right before Allen's eyes, the new individual snapped the dormant ankle of Allen's aggressor before continuing to idly extend his statement to Daughtry, before finishing off his victim with a swift kick to the back of the head. Throughout all of this, Allen was completely motionless, as he was beginning to see a potential risk rising from the man's needless excuse to break down the fallen man.

In all honesty, Allen wasn't concerned with how the new arrival broke his joint and knocked him unconscious, as he suspected that, had they actually fought, Allen would have left him in a worst condition, as he rarely held back in a fight, especially when his emotions were fueling him. Rather, he was far more concerned with the new aggressor standing in front of him, then attempting to swing around Allen's flank, forcing him to turn on his own heel to follow. It wasn't long, however, that the man engaged Allen in a new fight after having pointed out the social factor of the other Paragonians.

Having kept his entire focus on the new arrival and placed himself in a natural standing position as he waited for the imminent attack, it wasn't difficult for Daughtry to prepare an evasion of the stomp kick. Shifting back his right leg in a clockwise slide, Allen effectively missed the first strike, but knew that his attacker would now be one significant step closer to him, and Allen could tell from their different builds who would do better in a close-quarters engagement. Thus, Allen knew that he would have to force enough space between himself and the attacker in order to recover an advantage.

As his attacker's left leg returned to the ground, Allen used the transference of his position to thrust his left arm inward towards the oncoming right palm strike, with the intention to tap against the outer forearm of the attacking palm and shift it off course, either by a significant margin or just enough to lessen the damage. At the same time, the countering left arm would act as a balance, as Allen would anchor his weight in his right leg and send his left leg into a light, mid-level swing kick aimed at his attacker's shoulder and head.