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Post by amelia on Apr 5, 2007 17:21:42 GMT 1
Amélia stood by a wall in the hallway, her hands tucked behind her. She leaned back on them, sandwitching them between her back and the wall, waiting for two particular people to come. On one end would be one of the schools most tempermental students. On the other, that wretched ex-boyfriend of hers. If her calculations were correct, both would cross eachother right infront of her, and that's when her plan would soon come to life.
Finally, on both ends of the hall appeared her two puppets. Her green eyes looked towards the brute first, then shifted to her ex. Neither really took notice of her and casually walked down the hall. Slowly they got nearer and nearer to eachother, and Amélia was glad she had noticed that Kory (the brute) walked just a tad slower then her ex boyfriend. Having taken that in, Amélia had placed herself just a bit closer to Kory's end.
They came closer and closer and Amélia couldn't supress a smirk. If all went as she hoped, then her revenge would be assured.
Finally it happened, Kory was nearest to her, which was good. Her foot shot up then, tripping the brute just as her ex crossed him as well and she watched as Kory fell. 'Step one.' she thought, quickly shooting her head to look at her ex and yelling, "Nice going, Justin! That was totally uncalled for."
Her ex turned around and looked at her, giving her a quizzical look. "What are you talking about, Melia?"
Amélia looked towards Kory and pointed, shaking her head. "I know you and Kory don't get along, but you didn't need to trip him!"
"I did what?!" Justin asked in bewilderment, watching as Kory slowly stood up from his fall and walked towards Justin angrily. "You got a problem or something?" he asked, never thinking about how illogical his assumptions were. Ahh the big dumb brutes. If it would of been Justin, he would of felt the trip come from him left more then his right. That sorta stuff never occurred to people like him and Amélia always took advantage of those little points. Afterall, she knew a good chunk of the school quite well.
"I didn't trip you Kory." Justin said shakily, of course, he was afraid of the larger boy. Amélia watched in amusement as all unfolded perfectly. Kory huffed and crossed his arms. "Then who did?" he asked. Justin looked at Amélia, noticing that sly look she had whenever she'd do something sneaky and growled lowly. "Obviously" he said, pointing towards Amélia.
"Me? Why would I trip him? Kory and I get along fine." she huffed, pushing her short hair from her face. "It's you who always had a problem with him. Don't try to pin this on me."
Of course, Amélia had the advantage right now. She loved it. No matter what, Justin would be the one in trouble. And Soon, Kory cracked his knuckles indicating he was ready to give someone a beating.
"Nice try, punk. Come on!" Kory began, sending his fist towards the smaller boy, who, quickly dodged the blow. "Man, I don't want to fight you!" he said, obvious fear showing through his words. Kory was not swayed, more-so he was even more ticked off.
Amélia watched in amusement as both boys faught, her ex being at quite a disadvantage. He was losing...
The only thing left now was waiting to see if some well-meaning person would show up to break the fight, or even a pillar. That would be sweet, because Justin would endure the most punishment.
"Guys! Stop it!" she yelled, putting up a great act to not bring suspiscion onto her. Quietly she murmured though, "Ne me cherche pas sinon je vais te rendre la vie pénible." (Translation: Don't mess with me or I will make your life difficult.)
And it was true. She was a little devil, and in this case, a puppeteer. In her mind, there was nothing wrong with what she was doing, her revenge never struck her as selfish either. It was just too bad for poor ol' Justin.
Amélia could finally see a crowd forming, as usual. A fight breaks out, there are bound to be spectators...
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Post by travis on Apr 5, 2007 17:59:43 GMT 1
" I'll be back soon OK?" Travis sighed finally managing to escape the confines and the trappings of detention if only momentarily to go to the bathroom. If the teacher had been paying full attention then he'd have noticed that everything Travis was meant to have left in the room if he was in fact going to the toilet and coming back was at that very moment on his person
Fat chance you'll be see me again, oh well his loss.
He smirked almost laughing, he pulled down his sunglasses and slowly heading in the totally opposite direction to the toilets.
The corridors were pretty much empty, well really he could see very much of the corridors in front of him thanks to some kid blocking the view . It wasn't that important though he wasn't especially bothered about getting to some insignificant place so was pretty much content with following this kid to see where he was going and to letting his mind wander off.
He rounded and corner and Travis followed. Quietly from the depth of his jeans with a thousand and one pockets his cell phone began to ring. He sighed .
Never give your phone to a friend they always change the ring tone. Now slightly annoyed he reached into his pocket fumbling at the smooth metallic edges of his little phone and finally manging to pull it out and clasp it to his ear.
" Hello? Hello?" He was greeted by static. He grunted and closed the phone even more annoyed. The boy had now gotten halfway down the corridor.
It was strange watching what unfolded next. Seeing how the girl and orchestrated the fight. Something inside him seemed to take great pleasure in it though, probably the skill involved.The girl must also have enjoyed her work as she had stayed reasonably.But even though the more he watched the more a smile crossed his face the was pang injustice the pricked within him was to great to ignore.
Travis sidled slowly up to the girl leaning in close to whisper "They probably deserved it but still, manipulating people isn't very nice."
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Post by koenig on Apr 6, 2007 16:57:03 GMT 1
(As I walked through the halls at school I kept my head down. I had my black hoody up and over my head. As my footsteps could be heard walking down the hall I heard voices from around the corner.
Sighing since I knew the sound of a fight when I heard one I turned the corner. Seeing what looked more of an asskicking then a fight I just shook my head slightly. Walking straight towards the two who were fighting I paid no heed to the girl or the other guy near the fight, and absolutly no heed to the crowd gathering.
As i neared the two fighting I took my hood off and slowly cracked my knuckles. This was a pointless looking fight.)
"If you two want to fight, then leave the school now, otherwise You will deal with me"
(I said in a tone of malice as I stared at the two. The on student who looked like a huge gorrilla pretty much still looked like he was going to start throwing with me now. Excellent I sure hoped he would be dumb enough to do that)
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Post by jdmthe1st on Apr 6, 2007 17:13:04 GMT 1
Antonio is walking with his mask still on all the way. He sees something happen before a crowd forms up. Looks like two guys and a girl.
Finally it happened, Kory was nearest to her, which was good. Her foot shot up then, tripping the brute just as her ex crossed him as well and she watched as Kory fell. 'Step one.' she thought, quickly shooting her head to look at her ex and yelling, "Nice going, Justin! That was totally uncalled for."
Antonio saw this girl before when he met Jehova. He already knew who started everything. Before he had a chance to do something people gathered around. Next thing he knew some big guy right behind him said:
"If you two want to fight, then leave the school now, otherwise You will deal with me"
Antonio looked over his shoulder and his initial expression was 'HOLY COW! Lets hope those two have the brains to leave. But I doubt it."
Antonio says to Bruce: "I saw the whole thing start. That girl I seen trip her boyfriend. What kind of person trips someone she likes to start a fight with someone she broke up with? Honestly if you need help I will be right here. Otherwise I will leave it to you."
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Post by amelia on Apr 6, 2007 20:36:20 GMT 1
Amélia looked to the side as she was approached, tilting her head as the younder student whispered to her.
"Manipulate? What are you talking about?" she questioned, smiling in such a way she radiated innocence. "Didn't you see? I don't think you did. That smaller boy tripped that larger one. What would he expect? Kory is tempermental, of course a fight would of started."
She crossed her arms and leaned back on the wall again tossing her head back to get rid of stray hair from her eyes.
Amélia noticed another person, finally, someone who was about to do something. 'Good. This fight is getting annoying. Justin has absolutely no fighting talent.' she thought. 'Hmm, never seen this guy before. Good. This fight should be more interesting...'
As soon as the chance came to him, Justin limped away as fast as he could. He wasn't about to stick around and explain anything when he could very well escape. Amélia followed him down the hall with her eyes, supressing a laugh from the way he nearly fell a few times.
A familiar character caught her eye then. That strange boy with the mask, er....Antonio. She wasn't particularily fond of the boy, then again, she didn't really know him that well. She almost burst out laughing as she caught what he told Bruce.
Kory?? Her boyfriend?! How absolutely laughable! Kory would be the last person on earth any girl would wanna date! He was big, smelly, hair and not to mention stupid! Oh well. Some people were terrible at analysing.
'Saw me? I was sure the halls were empty. I better keep an eye on that kid. Should he squeal, it'd be quite...unfortunate.' she though biting her thumb-nail.
Her head quickly turned to the first boy who approached her (Travis) as she grinned in a way most people would be uncomfortable with. "Watch this! My ex might of been a pushover, but this fight should be more interesting."
Her quickly turned to Kory, who chuckled arrogantly and placed himself, ready to fight the one who dared challenge him. "You want some of this too punk?" he questioned, preparing for his next victim. Amélia quickly pulled out a tiny camera, the one she usually took to sneak a few shots. The images were lower in quality, but it always got the job done. 'Should things start to not go my way, I might as well frame or blackmail this guy.' she thought, biting her lower lip and giggling softly.
(Kory is an NPC, feel free to control him as you wish, Bruce)
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Post by koenig on Apr 6, 2007 23:49:15 GMT 1
ooc(alright thx you:)
(As the smaller student who had been fighting the larger student ran away I paid no mind to him. I kept my glowering eyes on the bigger student. Hearing the words of the masked student I smiled very evily)
"Oh no kid, you can sit this one out. I'm in need of some pain"
(I said with a very wolfish grin as I took another step towards the big lug.)
"You want some of this too punk"
(Were the words I heard from the much larger student. Continuing to smile I just looked up at him)
"Make the first move bitch"
(I taunted him. As he got enraged and threw a hard right uppercut for my chin I did nothing. As the blow hit and sent me flying backwards I hit the ground hard. Getting up slowly I continued to smile even as the blood dripped down my chin)
"yes, more give me more"
(I said sadistically as i rushed forward. As he wound up for another punch I jumped through the air and closed the distance between us with a hard right knee to the chin. Due to my forward momentum and the tremendous force of the knee to his chin, the much larger student was sent flying backwards into a set of lockers. Landing on the ground I continued to smile as blood dripped down my chin. I then turned to the girl)
"Is this the best you have to offer for me?"
(I asked her with a wide smile on my face. I didn't care if he got up or not since I had a feeling he wouldn't pose much of a threat to me)
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Post by jdmthe1st on Apr 7, 2007 18:21:04 GMT 1
Antonio looks at Bruce. He looks like he took very good care of himself in a situation like this. He sees the hits that Bruce takes and he looks shocked. Then he is even more impressed by the fact that he took and he was smiling. This reminded him of 'The Legend Killer' who was a person who acted like a crazed vietnam vet who told stories everytime he entered the ring with a realistic looking airsoft gun. This guy took damage just like Bruce did when he fought him.
From this minute forward Antonio knew that his road in life was going to be tougher if he had to face people like this EVER. Next thing he saw Bruce knee the guy in the chin and sent him flying. Antonio muttered to himself "Muay thai kickboxing...........thats one of the toughest styles for me to go against. Also has some weakpoints."
Antonio saw Bruce turn to Amelia but the guy was coming back up and he grabbed a bar that was on the ground somehow. The guy charged at Bruce from behind. Antonio said to Bruce and gave a motion at the same time.
"DUCK!"
While this guy was running with a bar Antonio got hit in the arm and not Bruce. Lucky for him it wasnt the legs. Antonio jumped back from the hit about 10 feet and the guy began to charge again. Antonio quickly sprang up and ran forward the remaining 6 feet and jumped so his legs were twisted around this guys neck. Antonio's upper body started going down which was good because he was now feeding off a guy who was running. The faster he went the more he would get hurt. Antonio went into a hurricanrana and it looked alot like a frankensteiner. Antonio basically helped this guy crash into the ground back first. Antonio then got back up and left the weapon in the guys hand incase a teacher walked by.
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Post by travis on Apr 7, 2007 23:49:37 GMT 1
Manipulate? What are you talking about?"
It was her smile, while to the common onlooker totally innocent and natural, it was what that gave the game away. Her smile was only backing up his initial thoughts as he had watched the saga from down the hallway while clasping his phone to his ears. There had been no attempt to trip the other.
Travis though was impressed none the less by it. Even for a former manipulate of men he could only just about tell that she was faking her sweet smile. The reason why he'd thought it was fake was not in the facial expressions either, Not in the little tells everybody have when they are lying or trying to hide something . He found the flaw in the emotion behind and its lack realty. It was gut feeling he got and nothing else.
"She's good very good, those two never stood a chance."
" Ah I'm sorry maybe i was mistaken then," he said pulling off his sunglasses and smiling genuinely.
He decided to play dumb. He had no intention to rumble this girl, who on the surface seem quite interesting. He had not motivation to do so. He wouldn't squeal either, for 1 teacher were already after him for various reason. The latest for falling asleep in class and 2 squealing wasn't his style and something he'd ever consider doing. It was private matter as far as he was concern between her and those two. He was merely a spectator,one of many. One fleeting thought crossed his mind though.
" If that was fake smile i wonder what her genuine one looks like ?"
Kory was the name of guy who was still standing , that was according to the chatter he filtering through. Just another brute. There were so many at the school but thats the same as any school in the country , no the world he thought. The other guy had never stood a chance.
"Watch this! My ex might of been a pushover, but this fight should be more interesting."
"Ok I'm watching. "
She was right the fight that followed was far more interesting yet as soon as it turned to 2 on 1 it was as good as over. Travis knew for a fact he wouldn't openly go against Bruce one on one unless there was some large justifiable reason to do so or if there was no other option. He was not the sort of guy you got into a fight with for no reason apart from you have too much testosterone in your blood. Kory was truly just another brute.
Travis rejoin the girl he'd begun to talk at the start of this saga
" Hmm you were right that was far more interesting, even if it was all over as soon as it was 2 on 1... oh maybe I'm talking to soon," Travis peered through the crowd. Kory was slowly rising to his feet. Slowly but he was finding his footing once again all be it shakily.
" There is something to be said about being a brute and having more muscle than brain, if you can get up after a hit like that , hmmm still if used his head he would have stayed down, "
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Post by amelia on Apr 9, 2007 8:32:18 GMT 1
Amélia observed as her prediction came true. She snapped at least two shots of Bruce and Kory together fighting. Of course, she was sad that the fight was over to early but no matter.
This person enjoyed pain, embraced it. Twisted, and sad really.
When he was all done, he turned to Amélia and asked her if that was all she had to offer. Amélia looked at him still smirking, shrugging simply and lifting her left hand up slowly.
"Why you askin' me?" she began, tilting her head. "I'm not stopping you. Can't you see you can fight ANYONE you want?" she asked.
She was momentarily interupted by what seemed to be Kory getting back up and quickly being put down again by Antonio. She stared at Antonio for a bit before turning back to Bruce. "As I was saying, you can fight anyone you want." her hand pointed towards Travis next to her, "You could fight him."
Her hand then travelled towards a section of the crowd "Any of them..." her hand then moved to point towards Antonio. "Even him."
She was rather confident with herself. People like him wouldn't waste their breathes on girls, and even if he came at her, she wasn't afraid. For one she could defend herself quite fine and should she run into trouble? She had no shame in running away.
She had heard Travis speak before, however she had nothing to reply at the moment. She wasn't sure if Bruce would be the type to go after anyone random or if they needed to volunteer. It didn't matter if all the action was over. All good things came to an end, but, when would this end be? It all depended on this one indivudual.
"So...Sir. What will you do?" she asked Bruce, tilting her head and smiling innocently.
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Post by koenig on Apr 10, 2007 3:39:46 GMT 1
(As she continued to smirk and talk I said nothing, i did nothing, licking the running blood off my chin I smiled slightly when she finished. "So...Sir what will you do?" Was the question she asked me, After she asked me I walked forward towards her. When I was close enough withten arms distance I shot my hand hand out hard with an open palm to slam against the locker that would be right beside her head with a loud "SLAM" I then leaned forward so that our noses were almost touching) "And what if I don't want to beat on a couple of random kids?" (I asked her still as I arched my eyebrow and stared straight into her eyes. She may of been great at manipulating people, but I was not easily manipulated, not like that big dumb brute known as Kory. I could hear from behind me that he was getting up quite slowly again, but at the moment I did not care since I knew he was no real threat. The real threat to me was right in front of me staring at me not an inch from my face. "now this might get very exciting" I thought to myself as I waited for the girls response) ooc: short I know  |
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Post by amelia on Apr 12, 2007 2:58:31 GMT 1
Amélia hopped a little, not because the action itslef scared her, moreso the loud from the hit just next to her ear scared her. It was true, extremely loud noises ALWAYS scared her, be it a balloon popping or loud music at the theatre while watching horror films. They'd always get her.
Bruce came uncomfortably close to Amélia, who stared apathetically back at him without showing any fear. Big deal, he knocked down a big dumb brute. So what? That didn't make him anything special in her eyes, just...more interesting then Justin had been.
"If you don't wanna beat random kids, go the fuck away." she said simply, shrugging then smirking. She almost felt like biting off his nose, but, that would be disgusting. Bruce himself was starting to get on her nerves. She didn't like being this close to a random guy. She hated it. She wanted so much to make him go away now.
'Coming after a small pink haired girl? Could I really be more threatening then everyone else?' she thought, her eyes shifting on every other individual around. She heard him talk, rolling her eyes in annoyment, not even paying attention to Kory who was getting back up.
She stayed still for a moment before suddenly lifting her leg extremely quickly. Now, one would think the young girl would be aiming for Bruce's privates, seeing as she was almost too perfectly placed to aim there. However, her foot stopped a bit short and she stomped toward the knee off the same side as the fist that was slammed on the locker. She doubted he'd have the means to react quickly enough to guard himself from that, and if it indeed connected as she hoped, it would undoubtably push him back a little, or if she was lucky, break his knee. However she wasn't sure of the force she had put into her kick, enough to hurt considerably, but she didn't think it'd break.
"Get out of my face, jerk." she said angrily, tossing her pink hair back and crossing her arms. "Pick fights with someone other then a younger girl, why don'tcha. Unless that's how sickos like you get their kicks?"
She began to worry a little. This one enjoyed pain and that would probably make him tougher to keep down should he still come after her. Maybe she wouldn't have to worry too long for that. Someone always comes around and stops fights here. Always.
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Post by koenig on Apr 12, 2007 4:15:01 GMT 1
(As her kick hit my knee I leaped back slightly with a smile. Ignoring the flare of pain that now came from my knee I just continued to smile and watch her)
"hehehe stupid girl, next time you try manipulating someone, make sure they don't already see through your little game
(I said still smiling as I turned around and began to walk away. As the dumb brute kory got up I just stared at him. He seemed very angered but hopefully he was smart enough to leave me alone now.
Ignoring all the people around i began to turn and walk down the hall leaving everyone behind. My knee hurt which was good because it showed to me that this little girl was a lot more then what she seemed. As i continued walking I had my hands at the ready in case of the brute kory or any other guy the girl managed to manipulate to come after me)
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Post by jdmthe1st on Apr 12, 2007 6:10:42 GMT 1
Antonio looks at Bruce walk away but Antonio at this point does not care about anyone in the crowd or in this situation besides himself and Bruce. Antonio walks off as well not drawing any attention to himself then he talks to Bruce but he doesnt expect Bruce to make eye contact with him with the way he is walking away. But maybe Bruce will stop or turn to look at Antonio.
"Muay Thai Kickboxing is really tough to do from what I hear. But I say true to being a luchador which has alot of fake stuff but the grappling I practice is real. Anyways my name is Antonio. I dont know your name but you seem like a good guy. I am glad that you are ok and I helped out the best I could incase you didnt see me."
Antonio didnt think this guy would think anything of him especially with the mask on. But he was willing to find out even after he saw what happened.
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Post by travis on Apr 15, 2007 20:50:38 GMT 1
(OOC: couldn't really think of what to write but owell )
And it was so that the confrontation died out, not with a bang or a blaze of glory or a punch that caused the crowd to be silenced in astonishment and caused there faces to cringe in pain, but no nothing like that happened nothing more than something like a fizzle or a whimper could describe how the fight ended.
"For someone who likes to fight, likes the thrill, the rush , the power and likes the pain so much, Bruce sure doesn't seem to want to play the game," He thought to himself . He stroked his chin some what perplexed but happy in the the knowledge that Bruce wasn't the sort of guy that would needlessly fight some one.
Bruce walked off being closely followed by the wrestler dude.His little wing man. He had also been involved with the fight but by comparison had managed to keep a relatively low profile unlike his counterpart who had seemed to revel In the attention he had had.
Travis turned back to the girl. She looked slightly shaken up, but hid it behind fierce eyes that shone brightly with mostly resentment, a small amount of anger and determination and the smallest inclining of something else that Travis couldn't work out.
She would probably break the knees of anyone one who came close to her or uttered a word, in the same way she had tried to failed and Bruce. Yet
Kory was back on the floor a small group surrounding his large body. Staring at his motionless body and blank continence.
With the fight coming to a some what abrupt ending the onlookers began to disperse to look for something else the occupy their short attention spans. Like birds watching a sharks feeding frenzy, when there was nothing left for them to have they left.
" Well that could have possibly gone smoother. I'm Travis by the way. "
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Post by amelia on Apr 16, 2007 22:37:00 GMT 1
Amélia listened to Bruce speak, unphased by his words in the least. When he bagan to leave, she smirked a little and crossed her arms. He could say what he wanted, she didn't care. Her manipulation had ended after she had started the fight between Kory and Justin. Afterwards the scene played out on it's own.
'I DO remember that it was he who asked me if that was all. I merely pointed out suggestions. Never did I attempt to manipulate him. What a strange man.'
Antonio ran off with Bruce, which was all good and dandy with her and as the crowd dispersed and left, it was only she, the boy who first approached her and of course, the beaten up Kory. She chuckled softly at Travis' remark, looking towards him happily, all signs of anger disappearing. In fact, she seemed rather calm, as though nothing out of the ordinary had happened.
"That was undoubtably one of those Varronites." she said with a hint of annoyance, though she still seemed rather cheery. "No Hircinian would be like that...then again, you never know."
She tilted her head and sighed softly. "Wherever he's from, I think I'll do a bit of research on him."
It almost seemed like Amélia was talking to herself more then Travis, however she did catch herself at the point and nodded. "It's very nice to meet you Travis. I'm Amélia, that's Ah-May-Lee-Ah, not Ah-mee-lee-ah." she said, pointing out the pronounciation. "Um, yes, Amélia DeLorme, part of the school paper."
Kory's hand suddenly placed itself on Amélia's, shoulder and he squeesed. It was obvious that he was desperately trying to harm her, however in his weakened state, he was having a hard time finding the strenght to do so. Amélia frowned at this, taking his larger hand with her own hand, opposite to the shoulder he grasped.
"Kory..." she said softly before grabbing him with her other hand and slamming him into the lockers on the opposite side Travis stood. Kory fell to the ground only to be met with Amélia's heel in his stomach.
"Don't EVER touch me."
She turned to Travis and smiled again, beginning to walk away from the scene. He could follow her if he wished, Amélia simply did not want to stand around here should someone important in this school pass by and see the mess.
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Post by travis on Apr 19, 2007 23:24:34 GMT 1
" Its nice to meet you to Ah-May-Lee-Ah" he tried to pronounce it as she had done but naturally he didn't carry it off with any of the skill or accuracy she had, which was natural after all it was her name and she'd had years of practice. "Sorry obviously your name is one I'm gunna have to practice," He mumbled a slightly red tinge began to creep into his cheeks. He knew for a fact that he would fail to pronounce it properly over and over and was already residing himself to the fact.
" Hmm your probably right about Bruce, either way in the grand scheme of things it doesn't really matter what group he belongs to and personally i couldn't care less." Travis said shrugging his shoulders then slipping his hands back into their normal positions deep inside his pockets. " Safe to say though, i don't think he really fits in here."
" Neither do i for that matter," he thought to himself. He couldn't help it. It was just one of those thoughts that crossed his mind from time to time. Going from one side to the other and out of his head just as quickly as it had entered. He shook himself slightly drawing himself back into present and out of the depths of his mind.
"From what I've seen most people are nice amicable enough in both groups, not rude or unpleasant," he said with a smile" and really that's as much as you can hope for in this ..." he looked around with disdain at what surrounded him not because of the items themselves but to what the built up to symbolize." in this place,"
Travis only just noticed Kory rising up again for what seem to be the nth time.
"Hey !!! watch..."
"never mind,"
She was already dealing with Kory so he saved his breath and watched with a small smirk on his face. Kory obviously didn't know when to quit. He could have probably for seen Amélia winning against him in his condition if he hadn't acted so rashly and solely on anger and taken a second to think things through. He couldn't help but return the smile she gave him as Kory slowly slid down to floor Amélia heel leaving his stomach . Smiling was something he had always found infectious by his very nature even so he didn't smile often as genuinely as he did then.
She began to walk off leaving Kory in his state slumped on the floor for someone else to deal with as they saw fit. Travis moved over to Kory and put him in the recovery position next to the wall. After all it wasn't his fault that he was manipulated into fighting, the least Travis could do was to try and make sure he would feel slightly better when he came back to his sense than if had been left how he was. Then he also left. He caught up with Amélia halfway down the corridor.
" This probably isn't something you're gunna right about in your dear news paper," he said half laughing
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Post by amelia on Apr 27, 2007 5:51:42 GMT 1
"Quite the contrary" Amélia chirped, walking at a slightly faster pace now that she knew Travis would follow her. "I'm a reporter, a slight twist in the story wouldn't hurt. I can antagonise him easily in the school paper. And you know, in highschool, rumours spread like wild-fire."
She grinned softly and flashed her tiny camera at him, which displayed the photo of Bruce and Kory in battle. "And since I've been attending this school for well over a year, it's my word against a new-comers word...But, I'm not THAT mean. I won't publish such a story in the paper. It's nothing important. I'm sure there are far better fights that have happened this week and if so, Hua Lin and Erica, two fellow reporters, will tell me about them."
Amélia stopped in her tracks once she felt they were far enough from the 'scene of the crime' and turned to Travis slowly. "I'm sorry, I'm babbling a bit." she said sheepishly before bringing her arms behind her back. "I'm used to asking other people questions and listening to them, I suppose this is why I sometimes get carried away when it's my turn to speak."
She paused for a second, allowing Travis to make any small comment he'd wish at this point. Should he go one speaking, Amélia would unintentionally cut in and ask "Have you seen or heard about anything in particular that could be of interest?"
It was a tad bit of a habit of hers to just cut people off and blurt out whatever sudden idea or question popped into her mind. Of course, Amélia had no manners so to speak, or at least, didn't always display them very well. Hell, she didn't really care for courtesy and manners, which made her seem a little bit aggressive in a way.
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Post by travis on Apr 30, 2007 22:32:51 GMT 1
Take everything you read with a pinch of salt, he understood the fraze well, everything apart from the salt part he'd never got that. It was something his father had often said. One of the few life lessons Travis still held on to. There was always something else going on below the surface. It wasn't as if it was the first time he'd seen someone bend the truth to the further his or her own aims. " Yeah your right I’m sure any rumours started here are going to stick for a pretty long time. I'm still new here and plus i've always seemed to able to blend into the back ground so i don't think you'll ever hear one about me. What about you? You got any skeletons hiding away."
She showed him her tiny camera. It was discreet he'd give her that. It was hardly noticeable, just what a reporter needed to get the story. "Not THAT mean eh, why do i get the feeling you have quite a wicked streak behind those eyes" he said mischievously. "In regards to the fight it was one side to be honest . The out come was a forgone conclusion."
Amélia obvious felt it was finally safe to stop and that they had gone far enough away from the crime scene so that there no one would assume a connection between her and what had taken place. Travis like clockwork found himself the nearest wall to lean against. He felt more comfortable here than standing up and having to shift his weight from foot to foot.
"Babbling nah, its better to have lots to say for yourself than to have nothing to none all at all to say, don't you think?" he said easily smiling away trying to make her feel more comfortable." Either way i'm enjoying it, sure beat detention." He took a few quick glances remembering the reason he had ended up here in this situation.
"Nope i haven't heard anything interesting sorry, but if do, you'll be the first." He shook his head " So what else do you do around apart from occasionally craft your own stories?"
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