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Post by jellar on Mar 12, 2007 19:22:14 GMT 1
(OOC: This is a response to Keisuke's little 'GO RP' thread, so this is quite open to everyone and in fact I hope we get a good amount of people RPing. Just don't come in here thinking that you're a god and kill everyone without breaking a sweat.)
It was just after last period Physics and right next to Jellar's locker for that matter. Walking into the hallway, there was a very large ring of people and in the center were about eight people, divided into two groups. Three on one side, and five on the other. Presumably, the three were Varronites and the five were Hircinian, or so Jellar assumed. Unsure of the details of the fight, but wanting to due his duty as a Watchman, he stepped forward and to the front of the ring of people, using a slight amount of force to have his way. He could now easily hear the shouts that the two groups were exchanging.
"You little shit Varronite! Bumping into us like you own the world! You're not in your shitty Varron Academy anymore, punk. You're in Hircine High."
"Fuck, man. You can't even take an accidental bump? Cool off, or we're going to have to get nasty on you dicks."
Insults and the like were being passed around as such, but now Jellar knew the situation. A tiny bump caused a huge ruckus and a fight was about to break out. Now, as Maverik and his oracle have gone on about, the way to settle this was through teamwork. So Jellar glanced around, looking for Watchmen. The crowd was large enough that he had located five out of the many. He caught eye contact with all of them, and he gave them a nod, telling them that he would make a move. So Jellar stepped into the ring, at an equal angle between the Hircinians and the Varronites, but not directly in between. Only far enough in to make himself known.
"It's just a bump guys," Jellar reasoned, trying to calm the Hircinians, "Be mature and leave it." He then turned his attention to the Varronites. "You guys could at least apologize for it if it was on accident. You guys are just getting provoked. Drop it and move on."
It seemed, however, that Jellar's attempts were an enormous flop. The first words out of the Hircinians' mouth were, "You must be a Varronite too! Trying to save your friends' asses!" and out of the Varronites', "You damn traitor! You corrupt Varronian pride!"
In no time, Hircinians in the crowd that were angry at Jellar's Varronite interference decided they wanted to join in the fray. The students on the Hircinian side grew from five to ten. That caused the same reaction to the Varronite side, making their numbers triple. Jellar took a glance at his fellow Watchmen again, now noting three more than had appeared from the commotion. The tension was rising so rapidly that Jellar could not do anything. A fight was inevitable unless a leading authoritative figure showed up and broke up the fight. However, no one around commanded any authority at all, at least for what Jellar saw. Soon there was less of a crowd than there were fighters. 'Shit,' Jellar thought. Whatever was happening was beyond Jellar's control, and a gigantic fight was going to break out in a matter of seconds.
The Varronites had about forty people, and the Hircinians had about seventy. Well, now sixty-nine. The first punch had been made by a larger-looking Varronite, and that was one Hircinian sent to the floor, unconscious.
Jellar lost sight of his Watchmen crew and was forced to join the fray. One Hircine man had thrown a punch to Jellar which was dodged and ignored. This was beyond control, and all of this was caused by an 'accidental' bump. The whole hallway was rumbling from the violence of both groups. Jellar could sense the numbers increasing as more people that were passing by joined the fray. This was not going to end pretty.
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Post by Sedrix West on Mar 12, 2007 20:02:04 GMT 1
ooc: Hiya! if you don't like this thread, just tell me and i'll delete it without hesitation, just looked like fun ^-^
Maths. Enough said. Sedrix was not in a good mood. At least, that was what he felt, his lack of visual emotions meant he looked as he always did, but he was not in the mood for anything right now. He flumoxed down the hall, dragging his feet, and looking down to the ground, his long hair covering his face, and blocking his vision.
'Fucking school', he thought to himself. Exams were shortly approaching, and he was not exactly passing all his subjects, maths in particular. He looked up again, and was close to the exit, seeing a few familiar faces, and a few snide looks up at him, from the new, resentful Hiricins. He was enlightened at the fact he was leaving school soon, and that his Step-sister was visiting him today.
'Rebecca', he thought to himself. The daughter of his new father in law. She was cool, a real nice gal. Especially since she had recently got together with an aquatence of Sedrix's, known as Dante Williams. He remembered the times back in the English school, the little prick bullies, picking on Rebecca. Sedrix did not do anything for a few months, thinking of his reputation before his family.
'Sick' He thought to himself. When he did step in, he was glad. He stood up to them, with no violence, it was a first. Rebecca and him became friends from then on wards, and Sedrix was glad. He smiled, for the first time in a while, a large grin appeared on his face.
His head came arose more, when he noticed a Hiricine walking his way, he tried to push to the side, but he accidentally bumped into him. He turned, whilst muttering a quiet apology, but the Hiricine obviously did not take this into account.
"What do you think your doing?" He said in a very God-complex tone. 'Christ...' Sedrix thought aggrievedly. "I said i'm..." He began, but was interrupted, by a fellow varronite. "Look man, it was just a bump for gods sake, chill out!" Sedrix began again, "I don't want any troub..." He was interrupted once again, this time by the Hiriciner. A fight was inevitably about to begin, Sedrix was shortly joined by another two varronites, by now he had given up on trying to explain himself and apologize.
He stood there as the battle of the mockeries continued. He sighed, and rolled his eyes at every swear word that left their disgusting mouths. He looked from side to side, over the inevitable crowd that gathered, seeing a hope in the distance, Jellar was making his way over. He was a respected Watchman, maybe he could sort out this mess...
"It's just a bump guys," Jellar reasoned, trying to calm the Hiricins, "Be mature and leave it." He then turned his attention to our small clan, all battle readied. "You guys could at least apologize for it if it was on accident. You guys are just getting provoked. Drop it and move on.", "Well i tried too..." Sedrix's rage built as he was interrupted once more.
"You must be a Varronite too! Trying to save your friends' asses!"
"You damn traitor! You corrupt Varronian pride!" Sedrix fists started to squeeze together, he was beginning to get aggravated. A great way to end a rubbish day. 'Arrogant Bastard', he thought about both sides. Jellar tried, but the riot continued, Sedrix did nothing but sigh deeply, and readied himself for whatever happened.
The army's started growing, Tens of Varronites, and Hiricine began joining the fray. Building walls of students eager for a fight. Sedrix's fists shook violently, he was dieing too smack the faces of each and every one of them, but he had more sense, at least this is what he thought. As Jellar looked away at what seemed to be other Watchmen, A hiricine kid came up to him, and said...
"You big retard, why don't you apologize, rather than standing there looking mildy threatening." Sedrix's rage exploded, as his right fist swung out, without a moments hesitation for thought. His fist encountered with his temple, and he fell to the floor. Passed out...
'Nice Sedrix, you've started the war..."
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Post by Kokaku Musha on Mar 12, 2007 21:22:12 GMT 1
“No, I have no idea what you’re talking about, but you know damn well what I’m talking about… this is no time to be discussing this with me, you hear me AJ?”
Kokaku’s look at his pupil was stern and yet also showed little disappointment. His pupil had attacked a Hircine student for some silly reason, rather than trying to keep the violence to a minimum. His pupil gave him an angry look in response, but the fact that he now had two blue eyes ensured that an angry facial expression was reduced to naught. After having stared at Kokaku without blinking for several seconds, the young freshman slowly lowered his head again. Yet, before Kokaku could continue his speech to his pupil and, even though he was ignorant, friend, he was cut short of words.
“Kokaku! Things are going crazy just down the hallway!”
Kokaku turned around to see who it had been that interrupted his conversation, only to see his good friend Carl run up to him. His face was covered in sweat as it seemed he had only escaped something big in time.
“Carl… what are you talking about?” Kokaku questioned him, straight to the point.
“I don’t know exactly… it seems it started with something small, but now it seems as if half the Varron and half the Hircine population is fighting each other… there must be over a hundred students over there… including a lot of watchmen!”
“Watchmen? I certainly hope they are not the ones who started the fight?”
Carl shook his head whilst Kokaku had already moved away from his pupil towards the area where Carl had just come from. “Can I come too?” his pupil asked but Kokaku was already too far away to hear him. Quickening his pace after turning a corner, his eyes shot to the left and right. The hallway was empty, where it was normally filled with several students. It seemed every student had swarmed to the same place, either to fight or watch others do so.
Finally arriving at the battle, Kokaku’s eyes widened slightly. It looked like a real battlefield indeed… students were throwing punches at each other randomly, kicking, scratching, choking… it was pure chaos out there. Kokaku recognized several Watchmen members, until his eyes met the ones from a not so familiar face. For a short moment, Kokaku forced his brains to remember the name that went with the face, until he remembered the papers that Maverik showed him when he made him an officer of the Watchmen. ‘Jellar…’
Sprinting over towards the one year younger student, dodging both Varron and Hircine students on his way, Kokaku managed to arrive in front of Jellar unharmed. Kokaku did not know whether Jellar knew about the position that Kokaku had gotten in the ranks of the Watchmen, nor did he care for that moment. Jellar was positioned amidst the fights and probably had more detailed information than Carl.
“Carl, try and protect as many Varron students as possible and try to get them out of this damn hallway! Find any Watchmen member you can find and order them to do the same! One mass battle will not solve the problems at this school!”
Turning towards Jellar, he spoke quickly. Perhaps his words didn’t sound too friendly, but he was just trying to find out what had gone down. There would be an other time for him and Jellar to get to know each other on more friendly grounds… hopefully with less hostility around.
“You’re Jellar, right? It seems you’ve been here from the start… please, tell me what you know and try not to get hurt while explaining this mess!”
Kokaku ducked quickly as a body seemed to have been launched into his direction, missing him due to his quick handling. Turing around to see who had been the one that had thrown the body at him, he only saw unfamiliar students… most probably Hircine students. While waiting for Jellar’s answer, Kokaku knew he would probably have to fight for himself too… ‘Shit…’
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Post by charlotte on Mar 12, 2007 21:26:37 GMT 1
It had begun well enough; a day as regular as any other. Charlotte had been making her way to her locker, surprisingly in good spirits, a welcome change from her normally cold or sour mood. (Maybe I'm finally starting to fit into this mess ...)
For the last week she had found herself caught between a smouldering conflict between the Varronites and the Hircinians, neither of which group she was a part of, and thus any conflicts between only disrupted her own attempts at peace. After being threatened on her first day by a trio of smokers, and subsequently befriended by the pillar Tiao, she had finally come to grow more comfortable in Hircine, and had even begun to thaw her wall of ice and cold sarcasm ever so slightly.
Unfortunately, it seemed, such a peace was not easily obtained.
Charlotte could see the slowly enlarging group, loud and angry, blocking the hall - the hall she had to take to get through to her locker. Thankfully, the group was only a few dozen strong; a few Varronites in a heated insult match with a group of Hircinians. Thinking she could push through them with little trouble, Charlotte made her way foward ... until the group started swelling.
20 ... 40 ... 70 ... 100 ... 110 ...
And suddenly she found herself squeezed between a rotund Varronite near the fringe of the group, and a tall and lanky Hircinian she recognised as one of the smokers who had threatened her at the bleachers a few days prior. He was wearing a white shirt this time, rather than a grey one.
She stopped moving, unable to push her way through, and grumbling, turned to walk away when the first blow landed and the entire mob exploded in a fury of motion. Fists, feet, elbows, and blows flew from all directions, Hircinians fighting Varronites, and everybody looking for the first face to pound in. She turned to escape the quickly escalating brawl, only to feel herself pushed aside by White Shirt.
She struck a locker hard, nearly slipping and falling, but she managed to keep her balance, wincing and rubbing the spot where her head had connected with the metal. She looked up, seeing White Shirt grab the rotund Varronite by the neck and smash his knee into the other student's face, blood splattering upon White Shirt's knee from the student's now broken nose. White Shirt tossed the rotund Varronite into the greater mass of the mob and turned to Charlotte, a fearsome glint of bloodlust in his eyes.
"I know you!" he screamed at her above the roar of the crowd, and he leapt at her, fist extended. "There's no pillars here to save you this time!"
Suddenly, it all came rushing back to her, her last fight back in middle school, with a girl who had called her a bitch and accused her of stealing her boyfriend, though Charlotte had never even talked to the girl or her boyfriend in her life before that moment. She remembered feeling the other girl pull her hair back from behind, trying to spin her around to strike he full in the face. But Charlotte had turned of her own accord, her reflex action almost instinctual as she spun, forming a fist in mid swing and neatly slamming the other girl across the cheek and nose, making her release her hold on Charlotte's hair, and grabbing her nose in pain, before Charlotte had kicked her in the stomach and turned to run ...
She remembered what she had heard some boys saying about her after that fight, whispering together as she walked past them, though she could hear every word that they said.
They had said she had moved like lightning.
Charlotte felt herself jolted back to the present, and felt White Shirt's fist connect with her face, barely missing her glasses by inches and striking her cheek. She felt herself twist with the force of the blow, felt her jaw cracking, and in that instant of pain, she felt her reflexes take over.
She spun fully, utilizing the momentum of the punch to swing herself in a complete circuit, and she felt her leg, strengthened from so much running and jogging, extend, snapping around and connecting with White Shirt's genitals. She felt a crack and watched as White Shirt spun from the force of her kick, his eyes wide, but she was unable to maintain balance, the pain from his punch returning to her cheek.
The pair collapsed upon the ground, White Shirt whimpering, struggling to get back to his feet, clutching at his crotch, while Charlotte managed to crawl back to her hands and knees. White Shirt gasped, looking up as Charlotte fell into him, her fist extended, connecting hard with his nose, and he fell flat, no longer bothering to try and get up. He merely lay there whimpering at the edge of the brawl, while Charlotte, her eyes beginning to water and sting, lurched to her feet and stumbled further away from the battle, wringing her sore knuckles and holding her cheek ginergly; her entire face felt as if it were on fire.
She gasped, breathing hard, hoping that somebody would arrive soon to stop the brawl, but as she looked to the other end of the hall - her escape route - she only saw more angry faces, rushing to join the battle.
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Post by pyro on Mar 12, 2007 21:45:02 GMT 1
Exhausted. That is the word anyone would use for the way Xantos Smith felt as he slugged around the halls of Hircine High School. His English teacher had assigned his class to do a ten page paper in one week. This included the Research, the citations, the outlines, the rough drafts, and the finished product. And on top off that, Xantos had homework in most of his classes everyday for the last week. The teachers just seemed to be in the mood to give out "free" homework to all and Xantos was one of the victims. Of course writing alone wasn't what made him exhausted. No, it was forgetting to do the paper until the night it was due. He had to stay up all night doing the paper. However, it seemed to be a fairly peaceful day at this high school. Spring was just under two weeks away and the warmth of the Sun was returning.
Xantos walked around the halls in his mental exhaustion. English class was next and he thought he was in the clear. Then it happened. A Varronian bumped into a local and just like that the whole section of the school erupted into chaos. Xantos, wanting to avoid the fight, quietly turned around, but when he did a member of the riot crashed into him and he lost grip of his paper. He saw it stomped on by countless students as he laid on the floor. He watched the paper disappear from sight and he lost it. Xantos quickly jumped back up and looked for the closest person to him, thinking that they would be the original destructor of his work. He ran madly at the student while there back was turned and slid at his footing. The student quickly fell and hit his head. He laid there, unconscious. Immediately Two more students charged at him.
"You jackass. Nobody messes with Hircine!"
It was then that Xantos realized what he had done. After months of accomplishing non-violence it had lost it and attacked a fellow student. Now, in a hallway bent on riot he was in real trouble for the first time in a long while. He got ready to fight the two charging Hircinians.
'Oh great.' he thought. 'Well. Here goes nothing!'
Xantos charged at his attackers hoping for the best. As the larger one threw his punch, Xantos dodged and headed for the second attacker that seemed more his size. When he punched with his right arm Xantos motioned his arm so that he would hit the attacker's arm right at the wrist, changing the punches path. He then sent a right hook to the students jaw. When it hit, his attacker was pushed back in a daze, not expecting such speed. Xantos had no time to stop however, because the larger student sent yet another punch at him. This once was aimed for the back of his head. He had so little time to react that even though he expected the punch he could see the punch miss by just an inch. It was then at the fallen student grabbed his legs and the attacker sent a powerful left follow up to Xantos' stomach. This time he didn't have enough time to avoid it. He could only place his arms in the way and tense up. As the punch hit, it had easily enough force to knock the wind out of him and send him to the ground hard. Two against one and Xantos was on the ground. This was not good. Even worse, the hallway was so crowed that he didn't have the same amount of room he was accustomed to.
'Damn, this is bad.'
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Post by jellar on Mar 12, 2007 21:48:31 GMT 1
Another punch, dodged. A kick, blocked. Another kick, grabbed and subdued. Those that initiated these attacks were unidentified, but Jellar did not make much of an effort to counter-attack. He was trying his best to refocus and reorganize. Attempting to locate other Watchmen and regroup, Jellar scrambled through the crowd, avoiding stray attacks on the way, stepping over downed bodies. The chaos was beyond belief, and it was not dying down at all. Contrarily, more people were joining instead of leaving. 'Did I take part in this provocation?' Jellar wondered, sidestepping into another person while dodging a punch. The other person turned around and threw his own punch, which Jellar avoided by stepping forward, squeezing through random people.
In a matter of moments, however, one of the fighters, or so Jellar assumed, came to Jellar personally. By this time, Jellar was well within the side of the Varronites, although there were a few Hircinians there and there, or maybe just random people wanting to get a punch in. However, the words of the man in front of him commanded authority and quick. A quick recollection of the man and his own friendliness with Maverik from the most recent meeting gave Jellar a sign that he was trusthworthy. So when he was requested the information of what had happened, Jellar responded promptly.
"That seven-foot Varronite made a bump on the Hircinian, presumably on accident. Chain reaction. I tried to stop it, but the opposite reaction had occurred. More people are piling in, and now we have what you see," Jellar said, quick and succinct.
Just then, Jellar saw Kokaku duck down. Following suit, he witnessed a flying body fly above himself. He spun around to see a Hircinian fist coming towards his face. Factoring in the man behind him, Jellar stepped forward, past the fist, and push the man backwards with his momentum of the step, overpowering the man as he fell on his back. Before continuing to fight, Jellar turned around to the man, whose name was still unknown to Jellar. However, the situation didn't call for asking for names right now. He spoke clearly and loudly so that he could hear Jellar's words.
"What would you like me to do now?" he asked, seeking further instructions. His instincts told him that the man in front of him had authority in the Watchmen, so he would have to obey to his words.
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Post by Dante Williams on Mar 12, 2007 21:57:09 GMT 1
"What the hell..."
A large crowd was forming in the halls. From the yells he'd heard, it sounded as if it was starting because some Varronite bumped into a Hircinian.
"God..." Dante sighed while trying to squeeze inside to the center of the crowd, to calm people down....
"People!" Dante yelled waving his arms around, "Why the hell are we fighting, because some guy bumped into another? Isn't that a bit stup-" He was cut off when some Varronite punched him in the cheek.
He spat out some blood as the Varronite said, "Fucking traitor! Be a real Varronite and fight... stopping people from fighting is the pillars' job. And we already have enough of those here..."
Dante sighed as he stood up and said, "Yes. I already know enough about the pillars and what a 'great job' they do of keeping peace...."
Then the Varronite chuckled and said, "You mean like the one that kicked your ass?"
Dante sighed and tried to walk back to the center of the fighting crowd when the Varronite punched him again and yelled, "I told you, don't try anything like that!"
Enraged, Dante kneed the Varronite in the stomach. Hard. The guy sprawled on the floor, unconcious when a large group of Varronites swarmed over him, screaming stuff like "Traitor" or "Fucking bastard"
Great... Dante thought while being punched by Varronites and Hircinians, this is what I get for trying to have peace in this crappy school...
"Whatever..." Dante said, then he kicked one Hircinians face, then turned around and elbowed one person's stomach.
He swiftly slid out of the way from somebody's fist, and ran until he saw three recognisable people. He saw Sedrix West, Jellar, and then he saw Maverik's brother, though he forgot his name.
Dante ran over to Sedrix and then heard, "That seven-foot Varronite made a bump on the Hircinian, presumably on accident. Chain reaction. I tried to stop it, but the opposite reaction had occurred. More people are piling in, and now we have what you see,"
"Figures you started this..." Dante chuckled as he reached Sedrix and kicked one Varronite, he didn't really care whether they were Hircinian or Varronite anymore, they were both trying to kill him either for being a traitor or just being a Varronite.
"So..." Dante said, elbowing one student's face, "... what do you think we should do now?"
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Post by Sedrix West on Mar 12, 2007 22:01:21 GMT 1
Sedrix was completely surrounded by students, Hiricine and varronite alike. He could do nothing. He did not want violence, but if this senselessness continued, he would have no choice. He braved every single punch they throwed at him, trying to use his endurance rather than his massive strength. He took a punch to the stomach, then the chest, then the arm, leg, belly again, and a kick to the face.
He looked down, all the Hiricines wondering why he was not fighting back. His rage builded as his pain did. When, suddenly, another Hiricine student made a dive for his face, he leant backward, narrowly avoiding his fist, and he took his cross necklace with him, Sedrix dived into the battlefield, in search for it, now on all fours, looking around madly, he saw it, and made a reach for it and.
BAM
A Hiricine student, a stronger one hit his stomach, and winded him, Sedrix returned to his feet, to meet a volly of punches from the same student, he healed up, then lost it. He looked up, swaying back his blonde hair, and Roared loudly, in pure rage. The fighter stopped for a moment, as Sedrix wrapped one of his massive paws around his neck, and threw him into the wall behind him, denting it.
He held him there and delivered three sharp punches to his ribs consectutively, then let him drop to the ground, he turned, and exploded. He had gone so long, surpressing rage, and now he was ready to tear all of them apart. He punched low, hitting another student square in the head, he kicked madly, threw the Hiricines accross the room, into lockers. His face turned red, and he continued, violently making his name known.
He didn't know how many he had knocked out, just knew it was a fair few. He threw his fist at another, and missed him, hitting the locker, and making a large dent in it's centre. The pain in his knuckles was subdewed as he swung at him again. This time he had to pull back, as Jellar rushed in front of him, he looked to the right, to see him informing the watchmen of his actions...
"I just became unpopular" he said outloud. Not that his popularity was large in the first place, but he was sure he'd be in trouble with the Varronites, and the pillars alike. He did not care at that moment. He just caught a madly appraoching kick, and swung the student around, throwing him in the oppisite direction. He had been hit so many times, not thinking of defence, just attack.
He was hit in the ribs again. He fell to one knee, as some blood trickled out his mouth, then he choaked, leaving a splatter of blood all over the floor. He looked up too see the student who did it, and uper-cutted him, sending him upwards. Sedrix laughed malliciously, and continued. He knew this was wrong, he knew he had become a monster, but he cared not...
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Post by reiye on Mar 12, 2007 23:05:10 GMT 1
It was funny how the Hircine-Varron rivalry never seems to end even after such a long time. Okay, maybe it wasn’t that long, but it definitely was not a short time. People just can’t seem to let it go. What was the point of all these conflicts between the two groups anyway?! Reiye could only come up with one answer in her own perspective. None. There was no point whatsoever. It was just stupid.
The pink-haired girl sighed quietly as she watched the conflict unfold rather quickly. She had seen the entire thing from the beginning, but made no move to do anything about it. She knew that if anyone without an authoritative post stepped in, this situation would just get worse, and guess what? That was exactly what happened. The number of students multiplied on both sides as an official fight commenced. Idiots.
Now, what was Reiye doing before this whole thing happened? Oh nothing really, she was just at her locker, putting her books away as she was prepared to leave the school and go home. She had spare, but stayed at school anyway. Why? She didn’t really want to go home. She didn’t want to see her brother. Staying at home is, as much as she wants to deny it, far worse than being at Hircine High even with all the contention.
Anyway, the fight broke out while she was at her locker. Surprisingly, she was able to disregard the whole thing as students broke out into fights while she just slowly and calmly put her things away. Well, maybe that was also due to the fact that her locker a short distance off away from all the commotion. Just as she slammed her locker shut and locked it, a student was thrown against a group of lockers near, but not next to, hers. Reiye just stood in front of her locker as she turned her head slightly to glance at the fallen student a short distance away. A Hircinian. She stared down at the unconscious figure without emotion as her blue-grey orbs observed him before looking up, finally taking in all the details of the fight.
She noticed quite a few on the ground, either they be unconscious or just getting trampled by other students, while most were in a struggle with other students. She noticed that many didn’t even recognize their own comrades. Either that or everyone is just trying to get involved in such a tumult. She could see a student’s paper flew off somewhere during the turmoil, which almost immediately progressed into a fight. He was quickly down on the ground, but she could tell he was very much alive. Before that, another student had caught her eyes. A girl. She studied her actions as a Hircinian in a white shirt punched her. She watched quietly as the girl’s foot connected with the student’s most vulnerable physical area. Heh. Reiye laughed mentally at the sight, not at the girl obviously, but at the Hircinian male instead. They never learn.
The situation seemed to be getting even more chaotic than before as some Varronite, or so she assumed, started throwing everyone around monstrously. What the- The Junior’s thoughts were interrupted when a student flew in her direction. He probably wasn’t going to hit her, from what Reiye can see, but just in case, she stepped aside, a flash of pink moving along with the petite figure. Reiye looked at the large group before her eyes. She supposed that she’ll simply watch for now, still a small distance away. This might prove to be more interesting later on. Who knows? At least she’s now slightly more intrigued.
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Post by Leon Loire on Mar 13, 2007 0:46:15 GMT 1
"Now class, take a break." the order from the Band room's teacher came as a slight relief to the Hircine and Varronite students, who all placed down their instruments in tire, hands slowly wiping past their brows and murmurs of frustration with the dictating band master sifting through the clusters.
"I swear, we'll never get it right if she keeps having to fix every damn detail..." one Hiricnian female whispered to her friend in gossip, wiping her beady palms across her jeans, "It's just not fair! It was clearly that Freshman's fault for throwing us all off!"
Leon Loire leaned forward to relax and breath, allowing his ears to catch the discussions around him and the scratching of chalk ahead of him. The teacher was writing something up... wonderful.
"Hey Leon, you did good with the Sax. Hey Leon... you okay?" whispered a Junior that shared the seat next to the Varronite, looking at him with a bit of surprise. Leon Loire's navy eyes had been set on the old black board of the band room just a few seconds ago, but now they were set on the hallway...
"The hell's going on? Why's everyone running toward the sector C intersection?" Leon whispered, standing up slowly, feeling a strange chill of deja vu run through his body. He had seen such a situation often at both Varron Academy and the more hostile times of Public School #2237, and the sight of rushing students was starting to get more common around Hircine High. But why so many, and why with that look of desperation on their faces?
Suddenly murmurs increased in volume somewhere behind Leon, and his ears caught a set of words that instantly sent him towards the door, twirling past the teacher as she attempted to stop her escaping Varronian student, and bolted down the hallway with a look of fear and anger both on his face.
"There's a war going down in the hallways! A bunch of those Varronites started it!"
Loire jumped past other students - mostly Hircinians - as they rushed to watch or even join the battle. At the first moment Loire had no idea how large the brawl had become, yet as soon as he turned a corner and saw the mass of blurry shades and ghastly hues, Leon knew exactly how bad the odds were.
'Looks like about forty or fifty Varronites... God, I can't even tell if they're Varronites, they're faces are so bloody... and if those are Varronites, then the other - what, eighty? - must be Hircinians. Great , just great! Who the hell started this? We don't need this right now!'
Leon felt his gloved fists clench, and subconsciously darted the outskirts of the wrathful engagements to see if any other familiars were within sight. None on this edge of the battle, it seemed, but Loire did recognize a Varronite by face that leaned against a nearby wall for support. Rushing to him and helping him stand, Leon requested the news of the entire situation, and was filled in.
Supposedly - from this Varronites' reliable view - a group of Varronites came to the aid of a fellow that was vocally attacked by a Hircinian, and soon a masse of the separate groups joined together to argue. A random Varronite - the student identified him as Jellar Feint, a Watchman - attempted to stem the battle, but the bloodthirsty Varronites turned him away and the Hircinians scoffed at him, and soon the very Varronite that began the argument through an accident prevented any hope of later political argument on the events by punching out a pleaing Hircinian.
'Yeah, this is the situation from Hell.' Loire thought to himself through his furrowed brows, knowing what he had to do. Escape was futile, since this kind of scene would clearly bring down the wrath of the Captain, the Pillars, perhaps even the Principal himself. Continuing the battle was the only available and realistic option, and for an idealist like Loire that was a difficult thing to accept.
'Perhaps we can collect ourselves as a unit, act on the defensives and stem off the mass of the Hircine majority by organizing ourselves. If we build a defense, we'll have time to make a hasty retreat, or even be ready if Blayne brings the hammer down on us.'
Leon knew at the moment that a commanding figure in this scene of chaos was the only available option for a less bloody end, and the only local Varronite that seemed to fill those shoes was Leon Loire himself - at least, that's what he told himself.
'Damnit, time to play the role of a zealot Varronite liberal.'
Turning towards the fight, Leon charged into the fray with a jog, keeping his navy eyes keen for any signs of attack - there it was, a Hircinian Sophomore, recognizing the Senior Varronite as a threat and turning around from his engagement with a slightly bruised opponent to try and subdue Leon. He never had the chance; with a quick and decisive elbow strike into his diaphragm, he was already on his knees, before a quick knee kick sent him into a nasty sleep.
Rolling, spinning, punching and even a high kick to some random Hircinian jock that suddenly charged at him, Leon had found himself relatively near the center of the storm, with only two Hiricnians behind him actually defeated, but four more enraged by the Varronite's sudden involvement, and their resulting anger having led to a few red blotches against Leon's left cheek and right shoulder.
As Leon turned back to find the fist of a shorter Hircinian Junior thrusting toward his chin, Loire caught the attack with his left palm, before swiftly punching the student in counter with a simple chin strike of his own, forcing the attacker back, and stemming off the other Hircinians for a few moments. Grabbing a nearby Varronite as he attempted to finish off a foe, Loire whispered into his ear, "Grab your Varronite friends and stick together, got it? Get a defense going; we'll try to push them all off together."
"Why should we listen to you Loire...?" replied the student, not even in jest or hostility, merely pure wonder.
"Someone's got to take over command of this situation. Since I don't see Kokaku Musha nearby or Maverik, I suppose that falls upon me for now. That alright with you?" Leon quietly replied back, his eyes somewhat hopeful of a positive reply.
The other Varronite looked back at his fellow for a moment, then tugged Leon squarely forward, almost as if to punch him square in the stomach...
No; instead, he stood at Leon's back, deflected an inward kick coming from a taller Hircinian attempting to strike at Loire's vulnerability, and kneeled forward to undercut the man's stomach. The opponent was down within seconds, and the fellow Varronite looked back to Leon Loire with a sort of amused grin, "Whatever you say... Captain."
Leon Loire smirked with a bit of nostalgia at the thought, and only nodded, "Thank you. Now, let's get to work, shall we?"
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Post by nedzad on Mar 13, 2007 1:33:30 GMT 1
A war... nothing but a clash of conflicting social groups could truly be a feud like this to such heights.
Advic glared with anticipation at the mass of bodies and limbs that struck, fell, collided, struck again... it was like watching gnats, nasty creatures of instincts and power, searching for resources and food to live off of. Hircinians stuck together in clumps of two or three, marching against defending and scattered Varronite warriors, as various figureheads of their population attempted to remain calm or regain control, and every mental thought was clearly to the battle itself, the enemies to come, and the repercussions to follow...
Blayne will be here soon. That is certain. But now is my chance to make a name for myself, to prove my worth to the Syndicate, to prove my worth to my own self. The thought passed the red head's mind slowly and indulgently, like a lovely piece of Swiss chocolate melting upon the tongue, or the suave scent of a comforting hot spring. To see the chaos of the entire school population, it was like witnessing Hell, but imagining Heaven.
Unsure of how to react to the demands of battle, Nedzad was honestly unsure whether to battle for his own Varronite population or that of the Hircinians; his old Gang leader, Ein Gilsin, was supposedly a Pillar of the school now, yet his own clashes with the local majority left a bitter taste in his mouth. Perhaps it was best to offer his services to the Varron population, act as a sort of tank in the defense of "greater good," to allow for better connections, and better prestige with Warhen himself.
Entering the battle's edge, Nedzad sent a shocking left hook to the head of a nearby Hircinian as they attempted to strike another Varronite, before sending his right arm into the gut of a second foe. Both men faulted back and attempted to regain, and Nedzad darted after them to continue war - as a third Hircinian struck at Nedzad's legs, distracting him long enough for the two first Hircinians to charge Advic and force him back.
A front cut to the chin, an undercut to the chest, an elbow to the back, an uppercut to the nose... Nedzad was being pummeled, and his tough arms were his only shield. But he had sustained far worse, and after a quick succession of three rapid punches to one opponent's defensive field, Nedzad was back on his feet, knocking down one foe for the duration of the battle with a hard slap across the jaw that sent him toward a wall, and wounding a second opponent enough to force a retreat. However, the third - the one that had ambused Nedzad - arrived with two more foes, ready to end Nedzad's threat.
"Come on." Nedzad spoke out in giddy accent, "You cannot face a man of the Allah! You are nothing!"
Charging forward, Nedzad faced battle again, intent to continue his private war... for gain, for power, for glory.
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Post by charlotte on Mar 13, 2007 2:11:23 GMT 1
Charlotte backed up, further away from the fight, still reeling from her now-bruised cheek. More and more people had appeared, more and more figureheads for each side, as the great, pulsating mass raged on. Though she kept trying to tell herself that this was not her conflict, not her war, a bigger part of her just wanted to stop it. Not only was it a massive ruckus and terribly annoying and inconvenient to her - especially with the bruised cheek - but people were being hurt.
A year ago, she would have merely walked away, not caring about what happened to the other students, but perhaps White Shirt's punch had somehow damaged the reasoning centers of her brain.
Charlotte gave one last desperate look at the battle, debate raging in her mind as furious as the brawl itself. Then she snapped, her new feelings and intentions overcoming her leave-it-be attitude. Like it or not, she was a part of this school, and she was going to be damned if she let a few hundred deliquents tear apart something she was a part of. She stepped back into the doorway of the nearest classroom as yet another group of students rushed past, eager to join in the fray, and she set her mind to think.
There was no way she could do anything through fighting; she just wasn't a fighter. There were always people who were fighters though, people who ...
Tiao.
The name jolted into her consciousness and she moved from the doorway, grabbing a thin, blond haired Hircinian Freshman by the shirt collar.
"Go find Darren Blayne, Tiao Lei Shen, Kurtz, Ein Gilsin, and tell them what's happening!" She yelled to the boy above the din of the mob, reciting the names of the School Pillars and Captain that Tiao had told her. The boy nodded and she released him. He turned to rush back and find the pillars, but another idea sparked in Charlotte's mind and she grabbed him again, spinning him about.
"Do you have a lighter!?" She screamed at him. The boy squinted and looked at her, apparantly not hearing her question.
"DO YOU HAVE A LIGHTER!?" Charlotte screamed again, this time louder, the bruise on her cheek beginning to throb even more. This time the boy heard her and nodded hastily, reaching into his back pocket and slapping a cheap BIC cigarette lighter in her palm before racing off to find Tiao and the others.
Charlotte turned, racing into the nearest classroom and dragging a desk into the hallway, upon which she stopped, then stood upon.
Just like her old school, she knew, Hircine High was built upon several systems, common in most schools around the country. When triggered, the fire alarms would resound school-wide, and the sprinkler system would kick in. The sprinklers were designed to draw thier water from a specified resevoir tank, which had to be refilled each time the sprinklers were activated. The simple reason being, once the sprinklers activated, they couldn't be shut down until the entire tank had been emptied and the valves closed.
However, the fire alarm systems weren't always reliable. Many people made improvised flame-throwers from bottles of hairspray or bodyspray without tripping off the system. She had considered lighting some of her school books aflame and tossing them into the mob; the fire would spread quickly amongst such a high concentration of people, clothing, and bodies, but there was a chance that not enough smoke would be produced to activate the sprinklers. Besides, playing with fire was dangerous, and people could recieve serious burns, even die, from a stunt like that.
So, in the end, Charlotte simply flicked open a flame, holding the lighter up to the nozzle of a sprinkler, standing atop the desk near the edge of the fray. The fire blackened the sprinkler, and for a moment, nothing happened.
Then, with a sputtering crackle, every single sprinkler nozzle throughout the entire school activated, spewing forth the freezing cold water in all directions, as the inescapable whine of the fire alarms resounded across the halls of Hircine High.
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Post by Tiao Lei Shen on Mar 13, 2007 3:37:39 GMT 1
"So the coach says that we'll get state easy, if we keep up with the pace we got. Hircine Wolves are meant for sprints, there's no competition."
Tiao Lei Shen stated with a wave of his hand, spending his time talking to the school's secretary. She opened her mouth, preparing to respond with a comment or another question, though she was interrupted by a small blonde student barging through the door huffing with air.
"Shen! Hurry, it's bad! There's a huge-" The student's sentence was cut off as the fire alarm sounded, water raining from the ceiling.
"A fire?" Tiao assumed, looking past him up into the sprinklers.
"No..." He started, confused until he finally regained focus. "No, there's a huge fight in the main anthex!" Tiao sighed in response, turning back to the secretary.
"I'm going down there, page the others or whatever in case they haven't noticed. Alert the principal and call the fire department to tell them that they aren't needed or whatever." Tiao opened the door, turning over his shoulder adding something else. "Oh, and do me a favor and shut these damn things off?" Tiao ordered in the form of a question.
He turned and sprinted down the hallway, making the run in the short amount of time Hircine track runners were known for. In a matter of a dozen seconds he was there, stopping his pace into that of a slow walk, scanning the crowd that seemed to be slowing down at this point from the fire alarm. He paced up towards the front of the room, sending a noticeable glance towards Charlotte who stood on the desktop. Most students had noticed his presence by now, ceasing their assaults whether out of respect, fear, or sheer curiosity. In front of Tiao now stood Leon Loire, and a larger Varronite to his side. Half of the crowd was still fighting, though the pillar's presence was begining to spread.
"Fuckin' Hircine High Pillar!" The student to Loire's side shouted, charging at the pillar without hesitance from anything Loire could of said. Tiao jabbed the man in the throat with his left fingers, his right hand reaching across his body and to the right side of the man's head. As he clutched his throat Tiao pushed the man's head to the right, sending the man into the glass cases that held the trophy, shattering them.
If the sight didn't cause the students to cease the noise of shattering glass would as the water began to stop falling from the ceiling. Tiao gazed around the room, doing his best to make it look like he had made eye contact with everyone in the room before finally speaking.
"Anyone who still chooses to fight will be reprimanded." Tiao threatened, beginning to pace forward over the silence. "But I feel this is a Hircine versus Varron moment, and neither side will be satisfied without violence." Tiao nodded slowly, understanding the wills of the crowd. "Leon Loire!" He exclaimed, pointing at the student.
"I caught sight of you striking down a few students. So this is how we are going to settle this. You and me, right here, right now. You can stand for the Varronites, and I will for my Hircinians. When I beat you to the ground there will be no more seperate sides." Tiao paused, turning his gaze to the crowd. "Feel free to watch, I encourage it. When this is over we won't be seperate entities, we will only be one mass of students attending Hircine High!" Tiao took a few steps forward, lowering his voice from a shouting one to a soft one that only Leon could hear.
"You just gave me the moment I needed Loire. You can try arguing with me if you want, but know the second you open your mouth you'll find it hard to speak with my hand around your throat. Now come on!"
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Post by Pain Killer on Mar 13, 2007 3:51:49 GMT 1
It was like a scene out of Hell. Varron and Hircine students alike, swinging at each other as if intent on killing each other. And it wasn't just pumped up males high on testosterone, for Adam could even make out flashes of long hair, slender bodies beating on the guys. Hell, one even had pink hair. Having just turned the corner, Pain Killer found himself looking at the biggest brawl he'd seen in a long time. A very long time. Still, sore as he was from his bout with the School Captain not that long ago, Adam found himself with little desire to rush in and start swinging like most of the morons already taking part, and in a moment of pure apathy, he simply rolled his eyes and began to turn around, intent on going the way he came to find an alternate route to his next class. Only to walk right into a fist from an overeager Varronite. "Punk, that's what you get for smackin' around my little brother back in Varron!" Normally, such a punch wouldn't have bothered the self-proclaimed Pain Killer, his abnormally high tolerance for pain would have left him to ignore the blow and attack right back. However, the Senior's face was still tender from his battle with Darren, and in an uncharacteristic display, Adam grabbed his face and stumbled back, swearing to himself. "Jesus! That hurt, you Goddamn little shit!" Such pain, however, drove his body to create more adrenaline, spurring him to defend himself against his new adversary. His gloved right hand shot forward, the palm slammed against the student's nose and mouth while the fingers gripped tightly, giving Adam the perfect handhold to work with. The corners of his mouth shot upwards, giving him an excited grin as Adam slammed the student's head into the wall, releasing him immediately after as the kid slid to the ground, unconscious. With his blood pumping, there was no point in letting a perfectly good fight go to waste, and Pain Killer turned back to the brawl, eyes hunting for something to draw his attention. The glint of a ring caught his eye. Watchmen.For too long had the self-proclaimed "good guys" preached their morals, yet done nothing. It was an entire gang of uselessness, just barely ranking above the "Knights of Varron" in Adam's mind. Licking his lips, Adam settled on his new plan. The Watchmen had to go. Calmly, he began to stride through the battle, moving around and through bodies, his lack of interest in the general mass mostly being reciprocated. Occasionally, someone would decide to take a potshot at him, but they always made their intentions known, whether with loud footsteps or foolish yelling, giving Pain Killer more than enough time to simply push them back into the fray to deal with someone else. He passed a few feet from Leon, and gave the former captain a smirk, pausing just long enough to give him a few words. "Looks like it's our lucky day." Still grinning, Adam continued walking past Leon, not bothering to listen to his response. He could hear someone speak of "finding a Pillar", and as if on command, one appeared. Such a development made Pain Killer frown, as he was certain that Tiao would attempt to ruin his newfound fun. Rather than wait for that to happen, Pain Killer took a proactive approach. He shoved a student towards the Pillar to deal with him for the moment. Between the student and his challenge to Leon, there was little Adam had left to fear from him. Snickering softly to himself, Adam parked himself next to Dante, on his left and slightly behind, not knowing him personally but seeing the ring that marked him as something worth beating. "Hey kid, you with Maverik?" The question, of course, was a distraction, for even as the words began to leave his mouth, Adam quickly sent a right handed uppercut at the younger man's left kidney. With all the battling Dante had been doing for the minutes beforehand, Adam doubted he'd manage to dodge the attack, even if he somehow had the foresight to dodge the surprise assault. And of course, Adam knew he would have to deal with the bleeding larger Watchmen soon after his attack on the small one beside him. But he needed to deal with one first, and give himself a better chance. OOC: Edit: Just a side note, I know the fighting stopped, but Pain Killer doesn't care.
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Post by Alkaiser on Mar 13, 2007 4:17:57 GMT 1
Almost upon command, like a hound blitzing into action to catch a stick, there appeared a familiar figure, directly inbetween the Pillar and would-be-ex-captain of Varron himself, Leon Loire. His arm snaps into place as he grips the flung student moments before collision with Tiao, and his momentum is instantly redirected semi-safely towards the lockers.
"Alkaiser makes a valiant entry!" With a huge grin Steve Barzahd stands tall between the two juggernaut combatants. His placement is not by mistake, as the air still catching up behind him whirls past. He eagerly looks to both Tiao and Loire, neither of which seem all too enthused with his appearance by first judgement.
"This fight does not need to happen." Steve may have spoken too soon, despite the fact that most of the others had stopped their quarrels to watch this instead. There were a few still acting up amongst the crowd, however. Barzahd points their way.
"These students still need to be stopped. Lets fight for that cause instead. If not, this battle will go three ways, and I will battle for peace!!!" Steve's melodramatic call was followed by an exaggerated pose, which obviously did not impress too many people. With his thumb pointed up towards his giant, triumphantly over-confident smile, Steve had reminded people that the "former freshman captain" was still lurking, and still wanted a say in what happened at his school. It was only natural that he should find himself in such a situation.
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Post by jellar on Mar 13, 2007 4:20:31 GMT 1
(OOC: Please read all posts before posting. Namely, Tiao's post for halting all of the fighting. Things are developing.)
Before Jellar could listen out for the man in front of him (Kokaku) to give instructions, he was rammed from the side by a larger man. Off balance, Jellar stumbled into another small group of people that were fighting. He glanced to his right, where he was rammed from, and met the face of what he thought was a Hircinian. He regained balance, pivoted to his right, and sent his left fist into the man's neck, using enough force to throw him down and have him gasping for breath. Through another series of uncontrollable ramming and strikes, Jellar found himself positioned next to Dante Williams.
"Don't get hurt," he said sharply, blocking a punch from a smaller Hircinian and returning a light punch, as to not inflict too much damage. There was nothing left to do except fight back; everything was out of control, and the next even that occurred did not make it any better. All of the hot and sweaty students in the hallway soon had cold water spraying all over their heads.
Whether there was a real fire or not, the sprinklers were not helping the situation at all.
A good portion of the students stopped fighting, looking around bewildered and confused at the sprinklers. However, there was another good portion that were still fighting, and blows to those that had stopped had only reenacted the chain reaction that had occurred before. The only thing that the noisy sprinklers accomplished was an increase in fighting and chaos, and it had helped a random Varronite catch a fist in Jellar's cheek as he was off guard from the sprinklers.
"Shit! I'm a Varronite too!" he yelled to the direction of the punch. The attacker did not seem to care, as another punch was coming. Jellar dodged and returned with a kick to the chin, giving the Varronite a jolt to the brain which sent him unconscious. He rubbed his cheek softly with his left hand as he turned around to see Dante fighting. He stepped in closer to him, fighting alongside him with other Hircinians and random Varronites. 'Someone needs to stop this mess, and quickly,' Jellar thought.
And almost as if a godsend, Jellar spotted Tiao Lei Shen in the corner of his eye. It was about time had made his way to the scene. A wave of acknowledgment of the pillar's presence swept over the fighting crowd. Fighting slowly began to cease, until it was at a complete halt. Almost everyone was still, save for two that were noticeable to Jellar. One was obviously Tiao Lei Shen. The other, a large man, approaching Dante and Jellar himself. 'What does that guy want?' Jellar thought. However, he ignored this and turned his attention to Tiao, who was making his speech against Leon Loire. Jellar was about to react, but he heard sharp words from behind himself.
"Hey kid, you with Maverik?"
Thought that the words were directed to Jellar, and reacting at the mention of Maverik, Jellar spun around, alert. The man that spoke those words were not facing Jellar, but Dante next to him. The only thing his eyes focused on was the fist that was almost undoubtedly was going to smash into Dante, and that would be one less Watchman in the area. Jellar stepped forward quickly, using his entire body to fuel his arm to attack the larger man's attacking limb, his own ring being revealed as he palm-struck the limb away. Dante would by now be able to react, and hopefully would clear from the scene.
'Shit. Tiao just said stuff about not fighting too. What the hell is this punk trying to pull? Looks like a Varronite too...' Jellar thought, his activity in this stunt not letting him give enough attention to fully realize the new student that jumped in and made a flashy appearance. Hopefully he had not drawn too much attention, but if he did, and if Tiao was paying too much attention, he would be in deep trouble later on.
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Post by kenshin on Mar 13, 2007 4:24:11 GMT 1
---Before Tiaos Stop---- He himself, was watching this masquerade from Afar, mainly the top stairs. He had to admit, This shit was getting FAR out of hand. He had watched Several Varronites fall at the Hands of a group of Hircinians. Then A couple of The varron students Ganged up on the Hircinians. God it was like watching a horse race. And the varronian to the left elbow slammed the hircinian, who is now on the ground but grabbing the other Hircinians leg and pummeling him, Then comes a Hircinian with a desk and Throws it at a group of Varronites! He desparately wanted to par take in this Chaos, and help restore order, But not even HE can last long in this 'Den of Iniquity'. He knew only One person who could help Resolve this. But was surprised that he haden't noticed this chaos yet.
----During the Stop---- Quickly, he dug out his cell from the inner layers of his leather coat, popped open the phone, and instantly dialed in Sensei Maveriks Number. He heard a couple rings but at the end he heard a click, which he hoped was him picking up. Wasting no time he started Describing the situation. "Sir it was like World War three down here...The Hircinians and Varronites were smashing and Bashing each other like Southerners and Confederates in the civil war.." He said calmly. "Right now it is at a stand still. Leon And Tiao are going to Facing off, Wait Theres someone else there! Oh no...." He said hopelessly. He recognized that figure, It was his good friend from Varron Academy, Steve Barzahd.
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Post by pinefresh on Mar 13, 2007 4:37:51 GMT 1
(OOC: Sedrix it's time to play)
~WHAT IN THE HOLY FATHERS NAME IS GOING ON HERE?!!!~ Malikai's mind raced as his eyes surveyed the whole misunderstanding from a distance. Not a very far distance but a distance none the less. He could hear what was going on but really just assumed it would be another small time scrap between a couple of rival students. How was he supposed to know it would fly so far out of proportion so quickly.
Malikai observed the bump and the harsh words exchanged, tell tale signs of a fight. The problem was what came next an interloper who just made things worse. The boy had long hair and was about Malikai's size overall. He seemed to try and diffuse the situation with words. The boy however was not anything close to an orator and might as well have thrown the first punch. He did nothing but insult the Hircinian and elevate the emotions already at their dangerous levels.
The other Varronite who whether he knew it or not was about to become Malikai's prey yelled and swung. That started it all, Varronites and Hiricinian's exploded and charged each other in anger. They all looked for an excuse to knock each other around now they had their reason and would not waste it. Sedrix had just signed his death warrant and had not even realized it yet.
Malikai moved from his spot inside a doorway only to be met by another Hircinian. The boy had a very nasty smile on his face, his fists clenched as he tried to stare down Malikai. Malikai just smirked, turned one more time to look at his quarry and then back to his roadblock. There were no words passed between the two boys as they looked at each other. Malikai motioned for him to attack and the boy obliged happily. There was a large thud as the boys left hook flew over Malikai's head and hit the wall right beside him. The boy didn't even have time to scream as Malikai landed a low uppercut into the boy's groin causing him to crumple.
The rest of the way to his quarry was simple, everyone else was so busy they barely noticed the multi-colored hair sported by Malikai. Now all he had to do was get Sedrix's attention. Picking up a school bag on the ground Malikai tested its weight. The weight was fair and he transfered the bag to his left hand twisting himself to the left as he did so. With a quick jerk Malikai threw his body weight to the right with his hand and the bag picking up speed and momentum as he did so. Once his body was facing forward and his arm just past parallel with his chest, he released the bag allowing his deadly missile to fly the last 10-15 to his target. The bag would land with all it's force, of roughly three large textbooks and a binder, square into Sedrix's back knocking him forward.
"IT'S TIME TO PLAY BOY I HOPE YOU'RE READY!!!" He would yell in his Russian accented voice. Malikai would then move toward Sedrix hoping he would get a decent fight out of this.
(EDIT: Yeah...all fighting stops...right... and I'm mickey mouse. Sorry boys but Malikai could careless and not only that this is a big brawl...breaking it up takes time.)
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Post by reiye on Mar 13, 2007 5:50:15 GMT 1
Things were getting even more heated up than before, yet at the same time, a lot more interesting. Now Reiye isn’t really one to cause trouble, but she isn’t one to avoid it either, hence the reason she’s been staying out of this at the moment despite her interest in it. Well, it’s not like her facial expression showed any hints of her interest in this matter anyway.
She noticed that quite a few number of new individuals entered the scene, some of which are better known than others. It really means nothing; it won’t really help the situation any more than how it originally was, or in her own point of view anyway. Her thoughts were soon interrupted when the girl she noticed before made herself the center of attention by bringing a lighter up near the sprinkler. Don’t tell me she’s going to- With that, cold water spewed out everywhere all around the school. “Godammit!” the girl muttered quietly. Reiye frowned slightly, barely visible, as she felt water splattering onto her. Fun. She thought sarcastically. Very fun.
Just then, someone with an actual commanding post in this school appeared: the School Pillar. She can care less even if he didn’t arrive at all. She doubted that, by now, he could do much to halt this entire turmoil efficiently anyway. And what did the pillar do after he arrives? He challenges Leon Loire to a fight one-on-one in order to cease this. As if that can stop all the loathing and disputing between the two groups. The pink-haired girl rolled her eyes mentally at the thought as she leaned against the set of lockers on her side, her gaze obviously on the large crowd of students.
Another voice caught her attention though, and her focus on the crowd before her eyes did not last long because of that. She glanced back, noticing someone just turning the corner, stop, then turn back around to leave, seemingly uninterested, only to get punched in the face by a fellow Varronite, or so she assumed. Reiye raised a brow slightly at the sight, and watched all that followed. Eventually, that student approached the crowd and joined in. How ironic. And Reiye just shrugged the thought off, returning her attention back towards the cluster of students just to meet the gaze of some random student.
She knew not whether he’s a Hircinian or a Varronite, but she cared not either. What’s important is that he’s freaking blocking her view on the ‘show.’ Slightly irritated, but not showing any hints of it, she said one thing: “Move it.” Her tone of voice was low and quiet, emphasizing that she obviously has no patience for him at the moment, whoever he is. Her eyes were emotionless and dull, but not yet cold. “You seem to be having fun watching this, don’t you little girl?” Apparently, people don’t get it when you tell them to move. The student grinned as he brought his face up close. Reiye repeated what she said earlier, but this time her voice was slightly louder and more dangerous than before. Her gaze became cold, obviously annoyed. Now, this individual here seems to have finally gotten pissed off, and what did he do? He attempted to grab Reiye’s hair from behind while still facing her, but it’s not like Reiye would let him do such a thing to her. Reiye’s left hand quickly shot out, her reflexes quick, and grabbed his forcefully, digging her nails into his flesh as she turned slightly so that she’s now facing his arm. And finally, her right elbow shot out, aiming straight at his stomach due to her rather short height, and slammed it hard against him, efficiently pushing him back away from her. Her left hand let go of the student’s arm as she did so.
The student fell backwards onto the ground, almost unable to believe that a petite girl such as Reiye can do such a thing to him. He growled as he slowly stood up, clutching his stomach. Although Reiye’s strength was not in her arms, the force she had put in when she elbowed the student was enough to cause pain, especially in her case where she is such a skinny figure, her bones sharp. The student didn’t seem to attempt anything more with the small-sized girl, surprisingly, and just ran off, still clutching his stomach, but not before saying his last words to her: “I won’t forget this, girl!” Reiye sighed mentally. So it’s just another stupid dunce.
Now, because of the idiot who just took up some of her precious time of watching this chaotic conflict’s progress, Reiye realized that she missed quite a bit. From the dramatic one known as Alkaiser to someone, whom she recognizes from her first day of school here but don’t exactly know, throwing a schoolbag at someone in the crowd of students. She supposed she was too preoccupied to notice they appeared; however, she did hear the Russian shout out though.
Things just keep getting better, don’t they? A small grin found itself onto the girl’s delicate face as she watched, still in her original spot and position.
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Post by Director Troutman on Mar 13, 2007 8:30:25 GMT 1
He knew that there was little information out of his reach at this moment, in fact he was rather certain that if he wanted to know the names of every student involved, it would be on his desk in minutes, but as he watched the video footage in front of him depicting the riot as it broke out at the main entrance of the school he was stumped for only one damned thing.
How the hell did these kids still think they had a chance at beating the system, at beating over the Hircine students? They were outnumbered at least two to one, if not more, and yet they were still pressing on and trying to win this thing. Puffing very lightly on the cigar that set at his lips, he let the smoke linger in his mouth before blowing it away in a thick, short plume of blue. Silently he was glad that this small area of the school was not fitted with the sprinklers like the rest, considering his cigar-smoking habit, it made good sense not to set them off as an accident. Watching the little scuffle break out was amusing to say the least, a little ahead of schedule for him, but it would serve its purpose in the end.
Reaching over the desk, he picked the receiver off of the phone and pressed down on one of the buttons, raising the mouthpiece up calmly with a low, almost sneering smirk on his face.
"Yes, it's me. How would you like to make a little money, no questions asked? Yes, I thought so...I have something for you to do. Wait until later and I'll contact you with the rest of the information...Bye."
Setting the phone down, he stifled back the smile a soft, deep chuckle before taking another puff on the cigar, setting it down in the ashtray before looking more intently at the screen a moment. He wasn't too sure, but if it was.....
"You moronic little boy...."
One of the Pillars had intervened, Tiao Lei Shen. The kid was an admirable athlete for his age group and the like, but not the smartest of people. Jumping into a fight like this would mean more work for his friend later on, especially in full view of the camera as he was, openly challenging one of the main Varronites present...
Then again, this could prove itself interesting and useful in the end. It was simply a case of how to manipulate it. Something Liam was exceptional at, and would take every opportunity to exploit that advantage over these impudent children. There was, of course, someone left to ensure did not involve themselves in this frey.
Pressing a button on the phone without lifting it this time, he waited until the voice on the other end responded.
"Yes, sir?"
"Send the Dean to my office immediately."
"...But, the trouble in the halls...."
"I didn't ask for your f**king opinion, Carrie. Ensure Maverik is in my office in ten minutes or you can clear out your desk...."
"...Yes sir..."
Folding his arms loosely over his chest, he turned in his chair and kicked his feet up onto the desk, laughing softly to himself. Things were going smoothly, even if they weren't exactly as he had planned.
'I don't want you anywhere near that little brawl, Maverik. No need to really complicate things, is there, not when your little Varronite friends are digging themselves into a nice, deep hole....'
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