Eat This (open)

[Aden Allett]

The lunch bell rang and Aden could feel himself being pushed from left to right by the bustling group of classmates running for the cafeteria. It was a spectacle to be sure. People shoved themselves forward from the other, some being pulled back. Moving himself to the side of a wall, Aden waited until most of the groups of students passed. When the hall was relatively clear, he took off for his own lunch.

Aden strode into the cafeteria, eyeing the line as he made his way inside. Not wanting to stand for the longest time, he turned his attention to finding an empty seat. Finding a seat, he grabbed the top, pulling it out from under the table as another set of hands clasped there hands on top of the chair. Taking a look at who had just grabbed his seat, Aden was faced with a rather large man with a scowl across his face.

“Happens to be my seat there, punk.”

The large man stared towards Aden, his gaze not shifting. The man was obviously ready for violence. With Paragon allowing such acts of behavior, it seemed like the easiest and most likely course the man would take if Aden refused to give up the seat. He met the mans gaze with his own. The day had been grueling already. If the man expected he could push Aden around, he was more than mistaken. The embracement of such acts in Paragon was the same with Aden. He found it all in good fun in the end.

Pulling the chair from the unsuspecting mans hands, Aden grasped it in both palms, swinging it upward towards the mans thick head. Ass contact was made; the man flew to the side with a yell of pain. The metal chair left dented, the man swayed in a bloody mess, ready to fall. As if helping him with it, Aden planted his foot hard into the mans abdomen, pushing him into a nearby crowd. The man fell on his back, grasping at his head.

The act began to cause a chain reaction, however. One student had felt himself being pushed into another. Punches were thrown and others were brought into the mix. More students found themselves running into others and the reaction spread through the cafeteria in noting more than an instant. The room was in havoc. Tables fell on their sides, food was being thrown to the ground and blood began to spill all around.

Aden smirked at his actions. A regular old riot. Nothing short of entertaining, he was sure. The day suddenly lightened up in his eyes. A few punches were thrown in his direction and he found himself as part of the riot as well.

[Ayal Nissim]

Everything appears quiet today.

Ayal smiled as he pulled a sandwich out of his backpack and made his way across the cafeteria, looking around for a seat. Although the cafeteria was busy today with a lot of (Ayal laughed a little in his head) bigger Americans, at least the area they occupied was larger than the streets of Israel. Here, Ayal felt like he had plenty of room to breathe and, from the look of things, he had plenty of room to sit as well.

Ayal quickly put his stuff down at an empty table before people who bought their lunches could take it, sat down, and stretched his legs out on another empty chair. He slowly took a bite of his sandwich, a lamb, tomato, lettuce, and onion affair, and looked around in his backpack for a bottle of Coke.

Shit, forgot it.

Ayal stood up, put his sandwich down, and walked out into the hall, fishing through the pockets of his combat pants for change. It may have been superstitious of Ayal, but he always had a soda with lunch when he needed to feel better, and breaking a tradition when he was in a foreign land, no matter how pointless it was, did not set well with the young Israeli. As he pushed his coins into the vending machine, Ayal heard the familiar sound of the Coke hitting the bottom of the machine and he reached his hand down to retreive it. However, Ayal then heard a loud smashing sound coming from the cafeteria, which wasn't exactly what he had expected.

Sounds metallic... what's going on in there?

Ayal dashed back to the cafeteria and looked around, analyzing what was going on. What he saw was plain and simple chaos; blood everywhere, food flying, fights breaking out at random intervals all across the cafeteria. As soon as Ayal looked up, he saw somthing strange; his sandwich, one bite taken out of it, was now flying towards his head. Ayal quickly reached up and caught the sandwich, examined it to make sure there was no blood or bones on it, and quickly took another bite before throwing it back into the crowd.

Great. Riot in progress, I'm still unarmed, and my backpack is still in there. Ayal flexed his arms a second and looked inside at the chaos that was spreading wildly. A small group of the rioters looked over at him and started advancing wildly, a look of insanity in their eyes.

Contact.

[Jesse St. Johns]

It seemed this was not the place to be today. Not that Paragon was a place to be at any time of any day, but the cafeteria in particular always seemed...I don't know, different. Maybe it was the addition of food in the fights that made them strange. Whatever the reason, it was happening again. I'd been here only three days and this was my second lunch room brawl. Luckily I'd learned from the first. Namely, that the food trays here are practically unbreakable. Observe.

*CRACK!* "ARRGHH!"

That's the sound of a man's fist hitting the back of one of those trays. Wonderful shields these little things. I jabbed the sharp end into his throat while he was stunned and he staggered back, choking. Time to make my escape. I ducked low and quickly ran for the exit. Numbers were not on my side here. Didn't have any allies or friends yet, not that I was looking for an entorage but it comes handy. Plus I was black. How many black guys you seen walking through these halls recently? That's right, not many. I hadn't met any racists yet but I wasn't about to take a chance of running into a whole crew of 'em in this mess.

As I neared the door I saw a lone soldier making a stand against a group of attackers. Least that's what it looked like, combat clothes and all. What's with this place and attracting all the weird ones? He looked tough but who knew for sure. He wasn't making it out unscatched, I could tell that much. I hesitated, stopped running mid stride. "...I'm gonna regret dis in the mornin'..."

Changing direction I made a bee-line for the attacker closest to me and the farthest out from the center of the group. With the noise going on he couldn't hear me approach at all. I used that to my advantage. I came in from behind, grabbed a scalp full of hair in my left hand and yanked back, pulling him straight off his feet and slamming the back of his skull into the floor. He screamed in pain but was far from done. He started squirming to get free so I held his head down with his hair and dropped a knee into his teeth. Felt one give and slide down his throat. By now the others were turning to see what the commotion was about. I snapped my head up to look at the soldier.

"What ya waitin' for dammit! Either run er fight but pick quick!"

If I find the guy that started this mess I'm gonna give him a lesson in table manners I thought to myself...

[Tai Yang]

Sitting near the back of the cafeteria in the middle of the table there was a eerie absence of presence. One man sat down, and for a good eight feet around him no one else sat. Easily the table could be filled with other students, whom choose to enjoy their lunch, but instead only the corners and sides were taken up, and the seats around him had been removed and placed at the other table’s ends. Careful glances were thrown his way, yet all were ignored as the young Chinese-American dug another fork-full into his cup of instant noodles: Beef Flavour.

Everything about the student’s appearance and demeanour screamed ‘Leave me alone!’ His collar was pulled up, blocking off part of his face. His elbows were on the table, his body hunched forward, and despite being hidden behind his red-lenses sunglasses his eyes were squinting as he snarled at the onlookers. To say the least, Tai Yang was showing that he was having a crappy day. It all starting off with a bad omen. Now, he isn’t that materialistic, but he does have a favourite pair of steel-toed boots. They were perfect for him, light but solid in frame except around the ankles, but as he kicked a student across the jaw the toes of his favourite boots struck the corner of a vending machine, rubbing off a chunk of rubber and exposing the metal underneath.

That was the start of his day, from their things just seemed to piss him off more and more. Whether it was teachers or students. One boy even had the idea to mock him. For what one might ask: Because he hadn’t caused a disruption in any of his classes so far, and hadn’t fought with anyone since this morning. How bright was that boy? Well, before Tai Yang put his head threw the wall he was academically smart, but his ego needed a refresher.

So, as a recap Tai Yang was having a bad day, not unheard of in America, let alone world wide, but still it was a pisser. Sitting there at the table he was doing his best to just enjoy his noodles and get through the rest of the day before he headed to a after-school matinee by his apartment complex, as that was sure to cheer him up. But, once the commotion started his attention was drawn away from the delightful artificial beef taste to the scene of punches being thrown and food flying high only to land on some poor, un-expecting saps head. The mere sight of this riot did more to cheer him up then any movie could, but to really push his happiness, not to mention his adrenaline, he’d need to get involved.

Tossing the instant-noodles to the side, and at the same time getting hot water all over the front of a female students blouse, he leapt up onto the table and ran across the wooden surface before planting the steel-toes of his boot across the jaw of a student taking a bite down on his sandwich. Without waiting to see how much damage he caused Tai Yang jumped from the table top and pushed his way into the crowd, kicking out the back of knee’s and punching/chopping the area connected connecting the neck to the collarbone.

‘Ah, nothing like inflicting mass amounts of pain on multiple people to make one feel better.’

[Ayal Nissim]

Ayal stared back at the black man who had just taken care of the threat in front of him, a capable sort about his height.

Ayal smiled, a look of interest on his face. "You're telling an Israeli about crowd control? Here's how it's done."
With that, Ayal dashed into a small section of the riot, around a group of students, stamping on the back of the leg of the closest one and dropping him to his knees. Ayal quickly followed with a downward elbow strike to the base of the neck. Ayal wasn't done yet either. The other people were apparently unhappy with having their action stolen, and they both jumped toward Ayal.

Two tangos, two and ten o'clock. Ayal grinned. Gone before they have a chance to figure it out.

Ayal shot his arms out and caught the "tango" on his right, putting two hands behind his head. Ayal quickly rotated his body and got his captured opponent in between him and the other attacker. Ayal quickly threw a knee strike to his opponent's gut before pulling his head down and repeating the favor. His opponent reeling from having his face re-alligned, was a little too confused to be anything more than an inanimate object.

Like a battering ram.

Ayal gripped his opponent's head harder before he pushed him back into the other attacker, getting both of them pushed on their backs, and for the most part, incapacitated.

About 1.5 seconds from initail attack to finishing strike. Ayal though as he delivered a downward hammer strike to the chest of his downed opponent.

Ayal looked back at the black man who had helped him earler, smiling his same interested smile he had when he made a successful takedown.

"If you wanna keep score, follow me; I gotta get my bag, and it isn't fair if you take a better route." Ayal called out as he started toward his seat, "So far, i've got 3!"

[Nathan Branigan]

It was actually a good day for Nathan. Not great, but decent. No fights, no insults, not even a bad look. For Nathan anyway. He walked through the halls in a leisurely manner, completely lost in himself. Halfway through the day and nothing had gone wrong, 'Oh my God, I'm actually not passing by any fights or anything. This isn't so bad'. Call it luck, for that's just what it was.

Nathan walked into the cafeteria, bought his lunch, and picked up a fork. It's all he would need for this food. It all stuck together whether it was supposed to or not. He got out of line and walked over to his table. He was almost there when he saw it. A few people began to feud, and then a few more, and a few more. He was about to sit down when it happened. The people in front of him began fighting. One was knocked down and quickly got back up.

He knocked Nathan's tray of food directly into his face on the way up.

Nathan's happy-go-lucky mood quickly evaporated. He was hungry. He was now also angry. Without a moment to spare, he kicked the students back knee. He then proceeded to stomp on his face, bits of food falling off of Nathan and onto him. Nathan quickly wiped the mashed potato off of his face and looked to his right. Someone over there started the riot. That someone also owed Nathan three bucks.

He jumped on top of the table in the way, and proceeded to island hop from table to table. Taking care not to be attacked on the way there, which resulted in having to kick a few heads along the way.

He was coming for them.

[Gareth Rahkier]

Survival of the Fittest...

Nature has a strange way of making the human race look like a bunch of fools, at least I think so. When you look at the cycles of predator and prey, do you see governments? Do you see laws, or social welfare, or the idea that we all have to like each other and play nice? What puny runt thought up the notion that animals need order to survive? Well, whoever it was, I would have beaten him with my bat and pissed on his bloody, rotting corpse. And I'll do just about that - with some variation for the hell of it, obviously - to anyone who thinks like him.

My trip to the United States had been a lot smoother than you'd think. After the Bosnians found out about my ill-fated business with one of their "low lifes" in Mostar's urban hell hole, they suddenly had this enormous interest in me and wanted me in their prisons! The nerve for them to think that they should toss me in a jail cell that was probably better living for me than one of their citizens! I hated that, what with them thinking that they could instill their little laws on me, enforce them on me, and persecute me for the naive logic that they uphold. It's ridiculous, completely absurd. I am, after all, far above this bullshit called law, after all.

So after making my way out of Eastern Europe and finding myself in Madrid, it wasn't long after a few phone calls and a bit of aggressive gibberish that I was stepping on a comfortable first-class airliner destined for the east coast of America, and a few days after, I was on my way to the city of San Francisco, to attend some new school called "The Paragon Institute," a really fancy-sounding place that, according to my "contact" in Washington, was supposed to be "perfect for a man like me."

I grin every time I think about how he said that to me.

But whatever. I show up at this school all alone, no posse, no car, nothing. Then again, I don't even have a back pack - what would be the point? I'm not going to attend classes! I'm registered as a student only for the sake of formality. I won't even have time for classes and "higher education"; I'll be too busy pushing forward my... plans. And if I have my way, there'll be no need for classes anymore. No need at all...

The courtyard in front of the main entrance was pretty quiet. There were a few guys and girls here and there, a punk-looking couple banging out in some bushes in the distance, and I smiled at their lovely moaning. Reminded that little beast in me what I wouldn't mind doing later tonight. Still, I couldn't go be a horny bastard immediately; there was business to be done, and I had to present myself to my future minions and victims! So when I reached the main doors, I noticed the splotches of dried blood and broken brick and thought how it looked like my job was already cut out for me a bit. I would have stepped right through the doors there too, if it hadn't been for the sudden storm of noise that came just around the corner.

I stopped for a minute, glanced around, perked my ears at the sound of roaring and battle cries and screams of agony. It was a familiar sound to me, and a little pleasure rose in my gut. A small hint of a grin passed over my chin a bit, and my shoulders started to get all twitchy. I was getting excited just at the thought of the place. So I decided, 'Hey, why not see where this bloody fucking mess is, eh? See if I can crack some heads and meet new people.' It felt like I was actually talking nice for once, which is funny for me. So there I was, casually stepping around the corner of the exterior wall and following the edges of the cafeteria's outer eating area, letting my grin grow wider as I watched folks from outside mass together at the entrance and jump into whatever fray was inside.

I pulled out my box of cigarettes from my jacket pocket, letting the smooth texture of the lovely lining send comfortable sensations through my hands. A moment later, I had a death stick in between my lips and the lighter floating just below it, and with a flick of my thumb, the glorious flame was lighting smoke and chemicals in my mouth, like sparks. I breathed in, letting the tar fill my insides, before releasing with a deathly wide breath of smoke, and a widening grin. I was feeling good. Better than good. Today was turning out to be a good start to things.

Reaching the cafeteria's entrance door, I let my right hand slam against the nearby wall and into the large blue box button that opened the doors for the puny little handicapped kids, as if they were worth something. It was a little disgusting that tax dollars were hasted on kids that ought to have died at childhirth, but hell, so was the logic of a failed society. Even still, I had no qualms with exploited the technology for the sake of laziness. I watched the two glass doors open themselves for me as if I were a king - I ought to be one anyway - and I casually strolled in, my left hand at my lips with the cig floating on my lips, eyes scanning the little sea of bodies and shit flying above all their heads, and my right head sitting in my slacks pocket, my lighter still in my palm.

It was a riot all right, a nice little clash of neurotic kids thinking they can prove themselves worth something. The strong fighting the strong, making sure that only best were still standing up and the weaker fell onto the ground, like dirt. Survival of the fittest, Social Darwinism, the natural order, whatever the fuck you wanted to call it, the shit was happening! Lovely, lovely animalistic bloodshed, and all probably just for some stupid ass reason.

My grin was growing wider, and I let myself take another drag of the cig over my lips. Once I exhaled again, I couldn't help but excitedly speaking, singing the praises of such a good mood, "My my, I do love the smell of Chaos in the mornin'..."

[Mae-Lim]

Sitting on the very edge of the table right behind the table Aden had hoped to sit at, was Mae-Lim. With this clear view, it was no surprise that she’d managed to witness everything. From Aden innocently attempting to snag a seat, to the prick doing what he does best up until the grand finale of a chair-smack-leading-to-a-riot. If such a sight wouldn’t of been all too common, perhaps Mae-Lim would of thought more of it. She supposed however this one was a bit different. Firstly it wasn’t just your typical food-fight scenario. Food-fights happen with food. Here we had food, drinks, fists, blood, sweat and an occasional person flying through the air. All of which she wished to avoid, pulling an empty tray over her head and bringing her feet up onto the table so she was in a crouch.

‘If there’s something I learned through all this, is that Paragon is easier to rile up then any other school. Well, among those I’ve attended.’ She thought. ‘Good to know.’

Ker-tonk!

She was under attack! Something rather heavy had bounced off her traybrella and landed on the floor. Her eyes shifted to look at what she’d been hit with, only to see a can of soda, still closed up and full. ‘Lucky that didn’t blow up and spray everything’ Mae thought, looking away from it and keeping her gaze in a constant shift. She was trying her best to keep track of everything, but, with so much happening, it wasn’t as easy as she hoped. She ended up looking like a caffeinated gerbil. ‘Hey, actually, that can would probably we reeeally effective. The can I mean.’ She thought, looking towards her side. She hadn’t opened her drink yet…and she wasn’t thirsty either. ‘Shall I test the theory? Oh yes. Yes yes yes.’

Her left hand would reach out slowly for it, and once she’d grab it, she’d quickly pull it in, under the safety of her traybrella. So far, she was being ignored, which was good.
Her eyes travelled around the area, then stopped on a random pick. Some rather tall, but skinny guy sneaking up on someone. Weeeell, she’d just do the sneaking first! She pulled her hand back and then pitched the can as hard as she could, smacking the boy right in the head; causing him to scream and causing the can to force open and splash some other guy off to the side. The man would fall, and Mae would hop over to the other table in order to get a closer look at him, at the same time she’d managed to take a look at who he had been attempting to attack. ‘The guy who was part of the reason this fighting started…’ she thought. Aden. She didn’t know the guy’s name, however, she recognized him as an ex-Hircinian.

She’d crouch on the table, looking down at the man who was hit by the can. Mae could see he was still conscious, but completely out of it. If Aden would pay any mind to her she’d say: “This guy was going to get you from behind…”

‘I wasn’t intending to save you, but, I did.’

[Aden Allett]

With a man in front of him, Aden found himself dodging an oncoming jab to his face, shifting to his right. The punch was thrown past the left side of his face. Wrapping his arm around the exposed mans left, Aden Pulled him forward, his right fist making contact with the mans face. As the man fell to the ground, Aden stomped on the chest of the body, knocking all air out of the main. He thrashed in pain, coughing up blood as his eyes bulged, grasping for air.

Not far off, Aden caught sight of a man charging towards him, a chair held high in his hands. Grabbing a fork from a nearby table, he rolled out of the way as the chair came crashing down on his previous position. Landing on his feet, he clenched the fork, sending it towards position of the man as he lifted the chair over his head again. Before the man had a chance to slam the chair down again, the fork pierced his shoulder. The man’s arm failed on him and the chair fell behind him, landing on another student before hitting the ground. The other student fell unconscious and the chair wielding maniac ran through person after person, yelling in pain.

The area around Aden was clearing slightly, but the whole cafeteria was full of agitated students who weren’t afraid of attacking one another. Taking a glance to the door, Aden was able to make sight of a foreign man as he took down a group of men. It was hilarious in his own eyes. The whole riot in itself. He smirked at the thought of how this had turned out.

It didn’t matter, though. It was entertainment in a way and Aden was enjoying himself. Who was to say others weren’t as well. Though, chances were, he would have a lot of people on his ass for this if they found out it was he who caused it. He didn’t mind. Paragon was a place where you had to embrace such challenges. It was rise above or be left behind and Aden wasn’t one to be tramples on like one of the men next to him. Messy.

The sight of the counter where all the food was served prior was something all on its own. Students actually jumping behind and gorging on soda, pastries and other such food. He felt a little sick at the thought of eating so much so fast.

A scream was heard right behind Aden. With all the noise and shouting, he hadn’t noticed that someone had been about to attack him. Turning to see what was happening, he caught sight of the man. Screaming from the pain, he fell over. A girl found herself approaching the man on the ground, attempting to get a closer look. She turned her attention to Aden. Able to catch sight of her face, he realized she was a previous Hircine student like he was prior. Not only this, but she was one of the higher ranking members of the gang he had once been in, revelation.

She addressed that the man was attempting to attack Aden from behind, crouching down on the table as she looked at the man. It was a comical sight. The man lying down in the filth of blood, soda, and other groups of food and condiments. The girl also made note that she wasn’t attempting to save him, but it happened anyway.

“So it goes.”

Aden smirked as he made his way towards the man, planting his foot on his face with little force. He lifted his foot up into the air before throwing it downwards for the face of the man. His screams of pain ended muffled as Aden’s shoe covered most of his mouth. Aden took time to stomp on the face repeatedly, cutting it up and breaking parts as he did so. Blood gushed from the mans nose and most of his front teeth were now being spit onto the floor. Aden took the time then to turn his attention back to the girl on the table.

“If he doesn’t fight fair, why should I?”

Aden spoke with a grin on his face. They had a brief moment of conversation before anyone would appear again with violent intent. “Thanks for the help, by the way. Even if it did happen to be an accident. I hope my little mess is entertaining you.”

[Jesse St. Johns]

"Keep score? Are you kidding me, this isn't a game!"

I was all but stunned stupid at the soldier's response. Not only did he apparently know how to fight, but rather well. And to him this was...fun? No, bad idea. Leave Jesse, just leave. The man I was holding down spit a wad of blood on my shirt. For his last act of definance I used the heel of my hand and smashed it against the bridge of his nose, shattering it and leaving him flailing on the ground. The soldier was fast disappearing and I had to choose quick. "Damn it..."

I wasn't doing it for him. He could handle himself. But just in case, I ran after him, following the trail of bodies he was leaving. Somewhere behind me I heard a man literally singing the praises of such a spectacle. What the f*ck is with this place? Everyone was throwing food, wild punches, a huge theatrical mess of a riot. All show. It made me cringe thinking this was the world I lived in now.

Following the soldier a few paces behind I was left to my own devices. Someone came at me with a broken plastic knife, jamming the chipped and sharpened end into my shoulder. I groaned loudly, stared at the man in rage, and headbutted him hard in the skull. He fell back and I booted him through a table behind him and onto the floor where he was quickly swallowed up. Two I thought quietly.

But the next thing I know, I'm getting hosed down by a Coca-Cola fountain, my dreadlocks becoming wet and sticky with soda and the small gash in my shoulder stinging from the stuff. Now I was pissed. I wheeled around, saw one guy nearby holding his forehead in pain. He must of been the reciever, but who threw? Wait...that girl?! Even worse, the man she had saved was now pulverizing the victim's face. He was getting out of hand too, self-defense revenge are one thing. That was just sadistic. And I had lost track of the soldier in the chaos. This was not my day.

Dripping, bleeding, and angry, I stomped over towards the girl and the man and yelled at them, "What the hell is yer problem?! Throwin' soda cans, stompin' down some guy's face? What's the point?!"

[Tai Yang]

“Graaaaaaahhhhhh!”

That was the noise made by the student who received the force of Tai Yang’s palm to the top of his collarbone. It had been a frontal attack, and the boy had a chance to defend himself from the attack but instead froze up in fear as Tai Yang spun around and attacked like a demon from hell. The Chinese-American used a combination of speed, weight, momentum, and striking power as his palm came down from above during the spin and connected cleanly with the front of students left collar. The bone snapped, a sickening crackle reaching the ears of those in the immediate facility. The sound of the bone breaking caused a few heads to turn, distracted even from their own punches and chokes, and then the ear piercing scream made even more take their eyes off the immediate threats. For those that could see it seemed like all eyes were on the screaming student, and then Tai Yang.

The broken collar was only the first step to the destruction of this particular soul, and now that he was screaming out in painful agony he was beginning to annoy the self-taught martial artist. Grabbing the student’s ears by the top of the lobes Tai Yang drove his right knee up while pulling down, connecting cleanly with the nose – from the bridge up – and the forehead. Despite the fact that the knee is so big in comparison to the area he still managed to strike the boy right between the eyes. His nose was broken, his neck was going to suffer from a case of whip-lash, and after he woke up in the hospital he’d realize that the top part of his left ear was now more in appearance to the Ninja Turtles master’s ear then that of a humans. Perhaps the E.R. doctors would be able to sew it back together, but that would only work if Ambulance attendants find the piece of the ear that Tai Yang was still holding.

Tossing it to the side the piece of cartilage and flesh a slop of mashed potatoes and grape juice. Stepping over the unconscious body, like he had done to the eight other students, he proceeded to move forward, looking to find a new target. Peering around the masses his eyes locked onto something that wasn’t flesh and blood, but it did hold purpose amongst its creators. Advancing towards it he was forced to break the ankle of one student whom decided to step across his path, and after having bashed his left steel-toed boot into the weak joint he continued forward, picking up the back-pack(Ayal’s). The first thing he did with it while grasping it in his right hand was swing the pack around, striking several men across the face before he swung it over his head and let the bag drop down his arm and land with one strap on his right shoulder. He left the other loose, not really caring about completely securing the backpack to his torso. Lifting his left knee to his chest he pushed out his boot, kicking a freshmen into a group of advancing students before spinning around and heading back the way he came, only without as many people intruding on his path.

[Seni Kalamafoni]

Damn I need to eat[/color]

Seni walked in from his nice little walk. Blood shot eyes, a heavy stench of something on his clothes, and a fresh stick of gum in his mouth, the big islander headed towards the lunch room.

Walking down the hall he stopped and retied his Timberland boots, readjusted his pants, tightened his belt, and resituated his hat. He reached into his pocket, pulled out a thick wad of cash. He started walking to the lunch room as his thick fingers slowly counted off 3 crisp singles for his lunch. Seni put the rubber band back around his roll and rounded the corner to see a kid stumble out of the lunch room, another following holding a lunch tray, smacking the former with it.

"Damn!" Seni jogged up towards the kid wielding the tray. When he was in range, Seni throw a hard hook to the kids stomache with his right hand. As it connected, he pulled back and kneed the tray holding pussy with a hard knee to the hamstring, sending the kid to the floor. Seni put a boot the now disabled kids face, grabbed the tray from off the floor and looked into the lunch room. His twisted perception of what was going on made this seem all like a joke. Pot does that to some people.

Seni flexed his arms as if to test their strength. The big islander walked into the lunch room.

The first one to come within reach Seni swung with both hands, and hard as he could, coming in contact with the crown of the head. The target folded like a 2 dollar hooker. Seni dropped the broken weapon, turned, and brought his scarred, tattoed knuckles up. Three hispanic looking boys saw Seni square up, his back to the wall. Seni rushed. Within two steps he closed most of the distance. Without slowing Seni threw a haymaker the punch landing on the lips of the first kid. The kid dropped, grabbing his mouth. Blood from the split lips poured onto the ground. Seni turned, a brown fist hit him in the jaw.

SHIT![/color] Seni stumbled a little bit to the side, taken off balance. His feet hit the ground, he firmed up, and saw his newest attacker, one of the remaining hispanic kids. Another fist was thrown, Seni winced as the punch hit him in the jaw again. This time it only stung a little bit. Seni grabbed the fancy button up shirt of his opponent. He gave a strong tug, sending the hispanic kid tumbling into the wall that was fairly close. Seni followed him, grabbing a hand full of hair and driving the soft face tissue into the brick wall. CRUNCH! Seni heard the satisfying sound of bone, cartiliage, and whatever else giving way to a much harder surface. Seni stepped back, turned to recieve a chair to the side of the head from another new oppenent. He stumbled again, this time seeing a lot of little stars buzzing around his head. Blinking a few time and shaking his head he tried to regain his balance but again, another hit from the chair. This time on his right shoulder. Seni stumbled more, shook the stars away and saw his attacker. Not the last hispanic kid he was going to hanlde, no he wasn't that lucky. It was a blonde girl. Standing, holding a chair. Her blue eyes full of fire. Seni shook his head, grabbed the chair and yanked it out of her hands. He pushed her aside roughly and walked forward into the melee, now holding a steel chair.

[Ayal Nissim]

"Keep score? Are you kidding me, this isn't a game!"

"Fine by me, just don't get hurt either."

Ayal turned away from the new guy and kept bashing his way into the fray. If Ayal seemed insane to anyone, it wasn't because he enjoyed senseless fighting or territorial battles. It wasn't because he felt like he had to kill to survive, or destroy to prove his existance.

No, it was more simple than that; Ayal was alive. Whenever a violent situation erupted, such as a riot, Ayal's senses were forced to wake up and take notice of everything that was happening; he had seen what happened to people who didn't. More than that, Ayal seemed to shine in close combat. While other kids in Israel played soccer or basketball, Ayal got to the track and ran, climbed and dodged through the steets instead. Rapid movements made the most sense to Ayal, and as such, the battle zone produced euphoria.

It may have been insane, but it kept Ayal alive when others had been shot down in the dirt.

Finally, Ayal jumped over a downed opponent and landed right at his original seat to find his backpack. Sadly, Ayal stared down, his bag wasn't there. Ayal quickly looked around and, by sound rather than sight, found where the backpack was; slung around the shoulder of a Chinese student who was using it to break down his opponents. Ayal also glanced around and saw a boy laying on the ground, his collarbone apparently snapped.

New objective; incapacitate the tango before he breaks any more bones, and get my bag back.

Ayal yelled out at his new opponent as he raced toward him.

"Drop the bag, NOW!"

OOC: if it isn't clear, I'm gunning for Tai Yang. I believe it's safe to assume that he's not aware of me untill I yell at him.

[Damien Blaze]

Damien was in a particularly nasty mood.

He had been in the bathroom, sitting on the toilet, doing what you were supposed to do when sitting on a toilet. Taking a rather peaceful dump. Suddenly, cold water had been dumped on him by some unknown students, whose bodies he fully intended on beating to within an inch of they're life. As he entered the mess hall, following the students paths and laughter, nothing short of a school riot was what he came upon. He noticed a few familiar faces, Mae's among them. He grinned.

For the first time in his life, Damien was happy there was violence.

Running into the food court, He grabbed the hair of some kid who was busy beating a girl senseless. he brought a knee up to his face, then as the kid went to a knee, he pulled back the head and landed a rather brutal punch to the face, knocking out several teeth and partially caving in his nose. The guy dropped like a sack of potatoes. He walked through the crowd, on his way to Mae, with the intent on seeing what her part was in this. He noticed another guy, who preceded to stomp on a down mans face, and another who stood there yelling at him. As he walked forward, a tray hit him in the back of the head, and, turning around, punched a random student he decided was responsible. The guy turned toward him, throwing a kick. Damien caught it, then twisted quickly and viciously, breaking the ankle.

He turned back toward Mae and the other two guys, and walked over. He approached from Mae's back.

"Funny, and here i thought things couldn't get any worse." His voice was loud enough for all three to hear over the noise, but he was speaking to the back of Mae's head, so if she turned he would be staring directly at her.

He laughed Derisively"And you asked why you should be interested in my offer." He glanced over his shoulder, then threw an elbow into the nose of a boy who had his arm back, ready to throw a knife straight over his shoulder and into the back of Mae's head. Unless Mae saw the knife, however, she wouldn't know what the boy intended. He looked to the other two, who seemed intent on scrapping, then looked back to Mae. "I just wonder, wheres the principal during all this?" Damien was probably one of the only people who would stop and have an idle chat during the middle of an all-out riot. He was either particularly arrogant, or completely insane.

Maybe just a bit of both.

OOC(( Hope I'm not too late to enter... i surely enjoyed making a fool of Damien at the start of this post...))

[Nathan Branigan]

As Nathan began to close in on the origin of the riot, it became clear that a small crowd was massing around it. It seems that Nathan was not the only curious student in the cafeteria, motives aside. He recognized at least one face, Aden Adlett, the student that helped him with his earlier predicament involving a fire extinguisher. Another was Ayal Nissim, but he was busy with another rioter.

Nathan jumped on the final table next to Aden before coming to a halt. Making sure to keep his distance from some of the people he did not recognize and remained standing. One could never be too careful in a school like Paragon, even if some of the people did seem like they had good intentions.

Exhaling in an attempt to calm down before speaking, a bit of mash potato still in his hair, he began to speak. "So Aden, who the fuck started this riot? And for the love of God, don't say you. I don't make a habit of kicking someone's ass after they helped me out". Nathan then turned to the surrounding students, the spotlight effect he learned about in psychology taking its effect, "Hey everybody, what's up? Before you think about opening your mouth, don't".

Nathan rubbed his eyes, a common habit of people on their nerves. He was instinctively ready to bust a few skulls if need be, but he still had some degree of control. He would try to avoid that if he could.

OOC: Average? Yes. Excuses? Yes, but I don't feel like sharing.

[Mae-Lim]

Mae watched silently as Aden proceeded to stomp the guy's face in. She didn't really make much of it. This guy WAS about to hit him from behind; Aden had all rights to get revenge, even if the skinny guy's attack never connected. After hopping down the table, Mae simply reacted with a bit of a step back, trying to avoid staining her clothes with stray blood droplets. But what were the chances of her attire still being white by the end of all this?
"You do not." she replied to him, even if his question may have been rhetorical. When he spoke again, she looked at the so-called "Bloody mess", but said nothing. She wasn't entertained by any means, but the condition his face was in was particularly interesting. But mostly disgusting. She supposed that this was the literal meaning when someone said "I'll beat you so bad, your own mother won't recognize you".

For a change of mood, someone had suddenly begun to scream at her and Aden. She'd turn to Jesse slowly, showing little interest in him or what he said. For a moment, she simply stared at him and then turned to Aden. Afterwards, she'd shift her gaze back on Jesse. He looked like he was soaked.

"Hm. There probably isn't a point" Mae-Lim responded bluntly. "I fail to see what's got you so mad, Dawlink. We haven't laid a hand on you yet, have we?"

She knew far too well this man had been the victim of her 'splody can. It wasn't like she had intended him to be there. Or for the can to burst open. If anything, she assumed that he was just mad that she'd ruined his hair and now he had a bone to pick. A quick shower cold fix it. Didn't he know? How vain people could be.

A familiar voice came behind her, and when she matched the voice to the face, a soft groan escaped her. Ahhh, if it wasn't good 'ol Damien with his wonderful timing. She wouldn't turn to look at him just yet. Once he was done talking, Mae-Lim would slowly turn to him, just in time to see him "save her" from a knife-wielding moron. Hn. Well she wasn't going to say thank you, if that's what he wanted.

Her eyes glared into his, showing perfectly how annoyed she was.
"Our dear Principal is probably watching us in amusement somewhere." she answered at first, but then quickly went on to say, "What are you, stalking me?"

Her attention would be caught again, as someone decided to stand out a bit. Standing on the table, Mae-Lim recognized the ex-Hircine Pillar. Apparently, he was familiar with the boy next to her, and Mae-Lim quickly registered Aden’s name with his face.
‘Wait a tick. I remember this kid’ she thought. ‘Aden. Wasn't he part of Revvy at some point? I believe so...’ Always nice to know that she wasn’t the only one here who'd been in Revelation. Made her wonder if there were more as well.

Everyone was silenced by Blondie before they could even say a word. For Mae-Lim, it wasn’t a big deal, as she hadn’t planned on saying anything anyway. Although, the fact she was being told not to made her want to do the very opposite. Funny how that worked.

[Aden Allett]

As Aden and Mae exchanged words they were rudely interrupted as a man as he yelled in their general direction. Taking a moment to look at who was shouting at them, Aden caught sight of a particularly wet man standing in front of them. He stared at the man trying to contemplate was he was yelling about. His head turned back towards Mae’s direction, meeting her gaze, and their attention was soon on the spectacle once more.

He mentioned something about soda cans, leaving Aden to look at Mae, wondering if that was what she used to knock over the man that would have soon attacked him. It made sense. The can could have exploded and covered its contents all over the man, explaining his wet nature. Aden snickered slightly under his breath, turning his head so the man couldn’t see. His views on Aden’s actions weren’t any better, addressing the fact that he had stomped on the face of the man on the ground.

It was Mae who addressed him first, explaining that there merely was no point. Aden stepped in as well. “Honestly, the yelling thing doesn’t work for me. If you want to go complain, take it to the office. Calm down and enjoy it.” Chances were that they wouldn’t intervene unless absolutely necessary however. They were the ones who embraced such actions.

A voice came from Mae-Lim’s direction, causing Aden to turn to see who it was. It wasn’t someone he had met before, but he seemed to be familiar with Mae. As he spoke to her a ‘knife wielding maniac’ showed himself, attempting to take a stab at Mae, passing right beside the new man who was directly behind her, which made absolutely no sense to Aden as the new man would have made a much better target. Sure enough, the new man intervened, pulling off a defensive maneuver. Not much attention was paid however. The new man inquired as to what the Principle was currently up to and it was Mae who responded. She went on to ask the man if he was ‘stalking her.’ Quite the humorous sight as the man had just saved her, for lack of a better word.

The attention in the group was caught as a man jumped onto the table beside Aden. His head looking up to see who had shown himself, Aden could make out Nathan Branigan, the student he had met prior to the riot and one who had also gone to Hircine before the transfer. Nathan made himself known and begged Aden to tell him that he hadn’t started the riot. “It’s not like it was intentional. The guy was ready to attack me and I merely defended myself.” It was an excuse, yes, but not completely inaccurate. Aden wasn’t going to give up that seat and the man would have attacked otherwise.

Nathan went on to silence everyone. He was in a particularly nasty mood this day. It wasn’t something Aden enjoyed and he doubt that anyone else did. “No need to be a dick, Nathan.” He moved away from the table, giving Nathan room to jump down if he saw fit.”

[Tai Yang]

With a new bag hanging off his shoulder by a single strap and chaos having already ensuing Tai Yang felt quite pleased. His day had turned around quite nicely from the train wreck it was becoming, and the increase of possessions and inflicting pain on others to increase his training was definitely a plus. He was planning to just walk out of the cafeteria through a back door and head home, say ‘screw it’ to the last few blocks of the day and perhaps catch an earlier showing of a movie. Yet, all these plans were thrown out the window, not by a force obstructing his path, but one closing in on it.

‘Drop the bag? I picked it up fair and square, so this is mine now. Possession is nine tenths of the law after all.’

Turning around with a quick pivot on his right foot Tai Yang stepped forward no more then a foot and a half with his left, giving one side a distinct placement over the other. His right hand firmly held onto the strap of the pack, his left hand removing his shades and tucking them into an inside pocket in his leather jacket. Looking down his path of carnage he saw Ayal, whom he concluded was the original owner of the bag.

“How about no…” He saw with a quick furrow of his brow, acting as though he was contemplating what the boy said as though it was a complicated math question. “Yeah, I’m going to have to stick with no. The adage goes, Finders Keepers. You want this back, come take it.”

[Short, but eh.]

[Ayal Nissim]

"Drop the bag? I picked it up fair and square, so this is mine now.”

Great, now we can play a little. Ayal thought, smiling a little as he continued charging toward his new opponent. He quickly scoped his opponent out and the terrain between him and Ayal, which was relatively clear; apparently, watching someone's collarbone snap made rioters clear, for the most part, away from him.

Ayal sped even faster toward the new fighter, apparently named Tai Yang, or somthing similar. Ayal's eyes began to open wider, staring down his opponent with vicious intensity, like a single minded battering ram. As history has shown multiple times, Jews don't exactly tolerate having things taken from them, and even less people who didn't care about it. Of course, this wasn't new to him either; in Israel, the police were a little busy stopping nationalists and fanatics to persue a vigilante, and Ayal had tested this theory extensively.

"You want this back, come take it."
Suddenly, a rioter got between Ayal and his opponent, and Ayal's brain clicked into action. Without stopping or changing his direction, Ayal shot his arms out and grabbed the rioting student with both arms, giving him a little momentum. He quickly contined by releasing one of his arms and shoving a palm strike into his new battering ram's gut, cutting down any resistance the student might have slapped together. As soon as his palm made contact, Ayal continued plowing through the student, finally giving him a good push forward toward Tai Yang, with Ayal himself following close behind the human projectile.

Let's see what he can do with this, shall we?

[Gareth Rahkier]

The lovely thing about riots was that there was little chance of any single hero to stop the entire mass from fighting; when people got into their fist fighting, the only thing that could stop it was force - superior power. And when the good guys were covered in chaotic maniacs that not only loved to spill blood but were apparently told by their teachers to do so openly, then you had to wonder if there was any chance of the riot stopping at all.

I gotta admit, I wondered how long it'd be before I got bored of the mess.

Still, I tossed aside that idea and just went straight into the action. My excitement was not leaving me and my grin was only growing, and there was only one way to satisfy the craving I felt, the need for competition, of sating my need for domination. Pinching my cigarette between my index finger and thumb, I casually walked up to some dude on the fringes of the mass and grabbed him by the collar as he lunged back from some guy's punch; he missed the hit from the other guy, but he was completely shocked to find my right fist clenching his shirt. I dragged him towards me a bit, what with his arms trying to grab my arm, but it wasn't long before I greeted him with a hello and the burning end of my cig pressed against his forehead. The poor bastard yelped in pain and tried to bring his hands to his head, but I tossed away the twisted thing of paper and gave him a clean headbutt to his nose. He was gone and bloodied before he even had the chance to curse my name.

Though I know he was cursing me in that puny head of his.

With his broken nose flowing blood down his chin and his head hanging forward, I grabbed his neck with my left hand and his upper back with my right, and decided it was a damn fine idea to use his body as a ram against the sea of flying bodies! Shoving forward with lazy-boy in my hold, the two of us tore through fighters left and right, pushing guys and girls alike onto their asses or busting lips with brute force. Some took notice and tried to follow me, but were soon caught up in fights that immediately started up again, causing larger masses to fight against one another instead of the usual one-on-one combat.

It was my goal, to be honest; I was hoping to force entire groups to amass together and beat the living shit out of each other, make sure that no one but the best made it out alive, and even then, they'd definitely be pissed at the guy who brought their hand, or the asshole that bit their leg. Before long, the school would likely see more clusters of thugs looking darkly at another group. Groupthink would start to take over and chaos would continue long after the day; that was the goal. But for now, I decided to keep kicking ass.

Breaking further into the crowd of fighters, I found myself somewhere around the center of the fun, where a nice arena was clearing because a bunch of bodies were sprawled out on the floor - and their injuries were downright beautiful, the work of a real craftsman. Looking past lazy-boy's bloodied chest, I saw some guy with a backpack getting stood up by another dude with a military look to him, and it was all too obvious that these two weren't looking to make out. Just about when I was getting around the center of their little stand off, the dude in fatigues started charging at the back pack dude with the crazy lookin' shades, and I immediately saw an opportunity for some amusement. As the dude with fatigues ran forward, I pushed lazy-boy in his direction, letting the limp form become an obstacle in the tiger's way. I was expecting the poor dude to have a rather... intimate connection with my dear lazy-boy, and I hoped they would have fun, and immediately turned on my heel to punch some random guy in the face as I heard the boy in fatigues grab lazy-boy and use him against back-pack boy! Wow, I had to admit, I didn't expect it, but I'd let him have lazy-boy all he wanted.

Threesomes can be fun as shit, after all. When you're the one on top, at least, and not doing most of the work.

I stepped away after dropping the dude from a second prior, and started kicking and shoving my way towards another edge of the riot, cracking my leg against stomachs and elbowing knees to collapse their support. I was doing pretty well with avoiding injury, since I only laid one clean strike on every random fucker I passed, and most were too busy to catch me. One guy did get a random hit across my shoulder, but it felt like a glancing mark, and he was too busy holding his gut from my low cut punch. Before long, I found myself at the edge near the cafeteria lines, and I noticed some dude on a table talking with a group of who-whatevers.

And let me tell you: when you see some dude standing on a rolling table, you can't help but think of him falling face first or on his ass from you kicking the side forward. So guess what? That's exactly what I did!

"Have a fun trip sonny! Hehehehhe!" I yelled out with a manic grin as my left leg flew forward in front of me, hitting the edge of the table that blondie stood on with the pure intention of rolling him backwards into a mass of fighters that were brawling just on the other side.