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Post by ianharris on Oct 10, 2009 22:54:48 GMT -5
Ian walked down the hall, books under his arm, whistling to himself. It had been a surprisingly good day so far. He had had a pleasant lunch and a peaceful day. Which, after Conall, Jonathan, and everything that followed as a result of Jonathan, Ian felt like he deserved. So he was in very high spirits as he headed back to his room.
And that was when he rounded a corner and saw Jonathan at the end of the hallway, arms folded, leaning against the wall. And just like that, Ian's good day went out the window. He stopped and regarded Jonathan with a neural expression, neither happy nor sad, although he was feeling very disappointed.
"Hello, Jonathan." He said simply. "I haven't seen you in a while."
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Post by jonathanharris on Oct 10, 2009 23:07:33 GMT -5
At the sound of Ian's voice, every muscle in Jonathan's body tensed. Everything with Jason, everything with Evelyn, all of it, was gone at the sound of his creator. Jonathan moved away from the wall, uncrossed his arms, and casually approached Ian, smirking.
"Oh, hello, Ian. It's been a while."
Back in the game at last.
"That's a lot of books you're carrying." Jonathan noted, grabbing Ian's shoulder. "You're a bit scrawny to be carrying so many with you. Let me help." Ignoring Ian's protests, Jonathan yanked a few of the books away from Ian. "What is this? You're not trying to figure out how to get rid of me, are you? That wouldn't be very nice. I like being around here. It's so much fun." He casually chucked the books down at Ian's feet. "Why don't you spend more time cozying up to your lady friend instead of keeping your head buried in a book? You might actually loosen up. Might put you in a better mood than usual. I get tired of you sulking around the dorm room."
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Post by Carmen Oloran on Oct 11, 2009 17:31:43 GMT -5
Carmen wiped his arm across his forehead, brushing wet silver hair to one side, as he walked through the hallway. His eyes were still adjusting to the darkness of the hallway after hours in the brilliant sun. The sweat on his face and arms were cold on his skin now.
He felt tired and his limbs were heavy as he trudged to his room. His fingers curled around the hot metal of his lighter in one pocket, the other arm hung loose at his side hitting his short sword every once and a while.
After a few moment a realized the sound of voices waking him from his tired stupor. He closed his eyes as he walked forward listening he decided after a few minutes of this between the tone the guy had and how tired and annoyed he felt, decided to deal with it.
"What's your problem?" He asked only opening one eye to stare at the two in front of him.
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Post by jonathanharris on Oct 11, 2009 17:41:52 GMT -5
Jonathan raised an eyebrow. What was this? Somebody else who was so above Jonathan that he could involve himself in whatever Jonathan was doing. Honestly, the people at this school made Jonathan sick. They were a bunch of arrogant, high and mighty pricks, all of them.
"My problem is my problem." He snapped. "And his problem." He jerked his thumb at Ian. "Not your problem." Jonathan jabbed a finger at this new boy. "So why don't you skip back to whatever hole you crawled out of and bury your head in the sand? It'd be easier on all of us."
Knowing that Ian was undoubtedly going to do something stupid like apologize on Jonathan's behalf, Jonathan turned back to Ian. "Not a word from you."
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Post by Carmen Oloran on Oct 11, 2009 17:53:21 GMT -5
Carmen smiled he stood unmoving as he spoke, calm. "Easy, huh? Easy is boring. And you know I just met my sticking head in sand quota for today so damn, I guess that's a no go."
He continued in his act of not moving, just watching. His face stayed impassive and pleasant. He made no move for his sword in fact he made a point of making no motion for his sword. He made a point of not tensing the arm in his pocket as if he were going to pull something out. He with all the restraint he had looked as relaxed as possible.
He just stood and watched.
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Post by jonathanharris on Oct 11, 2009 18:02:32 GMT -5
WHAT THE HELL?
Jonathan felt his blood start to rush to his ears. That was annoying. He would have preferred if the boy had lashed out to him just standing there. There was almost no reaction... no anger, no fright, no... nothing. And that really pissed Jonathan off.
He took a step towards the boy and jabbed a finger in his chest. "Then perhaps I should give you a hand with that. Or maybe I can shove your head up your ass. Judging by the people I've met here so far, you would probably enjoy it, although I doubt you would have room with the massive stick that's already there."
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Post by ianharris on Oct 11, 2009 18:05:24 GMT -5
Ian mentally slapped himself. Why did Jonathan always do this? He was going to get himself kicked out of he kept picking fights with people. Which meant that Ian needed to at least try to stop this train wreck before it happened.
"Jonathan..." He said softly. "Let's not do this again. Remember what happened last time?" Please don't kill me for bringing that up.
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Post by Carmen Oloran on Oct 11, 2009 18:12:43 GMT -5
Carmen smiled even wider, chuckling a bit. "Yes, the stick does make it had to fit anything else particularly my head. It's a problem." He sighed.
He stood there smiling not moving for a few minutes. Watching the other boy's eyes filled with anger.
And then still smiling he brought his right fisted hand across the other boy's face hard.
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Post by jonathanharris on Oct 11, 2009 18:29:09 GMT -5
The pain was immediate and blinding. Jonathan was caught completely off guard. His body twisted to the side, moving with the blow, and he stumbled a bit before catching himself. Well, it wasn't a bad thing. He could use this to his advantage.
Still leaning over, Jonathan lashed out at the boy's unprotected side, his own fist slamming into the boy's ribcage, just above his hip. His other fist flew into the boy's stomach.
Let's see how he handles that.
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Post by Thrall Volkova on Oct 11, 2009 18:41:00 GMT -5
Thrall dashed down the hallway, once again trying to make it between English and Hitoshi's cooking class before Rudeth got there. He slowed down considerably when he saw Carmen- and That Fucker- and That Fucker's little mage friend. Just enough time to wonder whether he should be pissed, or ignore them, or be nice to Carmen, or ask what's going on, or...
Did he just off and punch that thing?
Thrall and his thought process came to an abrupt halt.
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Post by Carmen Oloran on Oct 11, 2009 18:56:50 GMT -5
Carman gasped as pain rammed into his ribcage and he temporarily lost the ability to breath. And then clenched his teeth as the second blow came from slamming into the wall of the narrow corridor.
As he hit the wall his brain went into motion. Move before another strike! He rolled against the wall backward. And the lower blow just glanced his stomach making his ribcage ache again.
He stood back for a second regaining breath. There were alot of things to do right now. Be heroic and take him on hand and hand. Martial arts style, like a ninja or something. Fair. Fist for fist.
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Carmen drew his sword. Screw that shit. That shit got people beaten.
He took an aggressive stance holding his sword ready. He kept smiling.
"Look don't get the wrong idea, I don't have any notion of being heroic. Just responsible. I've got a sharp thing, understand? Keep fighting me and you will be hurt."
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Post by jonathanharris on Oct 11, 2009 20:00:10 GMT -5
Jonathan stopped short. Ordinarily he would have kept going, but a sword in the face was a very humbling experience. Unfortunately for this boy, Jonathan did not like to be humbled.
"Heroic? Pointing a sword at a defenseless boy? How every heroic indeed. How very pathetic that you have to resort to a weapon to solve all your problems. I can be hurt all I want, as long as you're hurt too. It makes it all worth it."
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Post by ianharris on Oct 11, 2009 20:01:30 GMT -5
Ian moved behind Jonathan. It was time to end this.
"Jonathan, you need to stop. If you keep picking fights with every-"
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Post by jonathanharris on Oct 11, 2009 20:05:42 GMT -5
And that was as far as Jonathan allowed Ian to get. His elbow suddenly came back and slammed directly into the center of Ian's face. Something popped, and Jonathan felt a warm liquid splatter onto his elbow. But the distraction had done it's job, and now it was time to take advantage of it.
The instant Jonathan's elbow collided with Ian's face, the other boy jerked slightly. Seizing on this, Jonathan sprung forward. The back of his hand hit the flat side of the boy's sword, knocking it out of the way for just a second. But it was a second that Jonathan needed. Feeling a cut on his hand where it had touched the edge of the sword but not caring at all, Jonathan moved past the defenses and brought his fist up, swinging closely and tightly. The blow collided with the boy's jaw.
Perfect.
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Post by Carmen Oloran on Oct 11, 2009 20:18:56 GMT -5
Carmen shifted his sword slightly grinning again. "You aren't using your listening ears." He said mockingly.
"I said nothing about being heroic. I'm not heroic, I'm opinionated and honest. So I should just tell you now I'd just as soon stab you as save you. " He took a few steps closer sword ready. "So, you just want to have it out idiot? God knows you deserve it."
When Jonathan sprang forward and grabbed his sword Carmen grabbed his lighter out of the pocket, lighting in the swift motion of curving it up to the blade, in less then a second as Jonathan still went through the motions of his attack the blade glowed red with heat.
And as Jonathan's hand met with Carmen's jaw Carmen stood unmoving taking the pain, slicing the smoldering sword into Jonathan's extended shoulder.
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Post by jonathanharris on Oct 11, 2009 20:25:40 GMT -5
Jonathan felt the blade pierce his skin and felt the burn of the heated metal. Every nerve in his shoulder screamed for mercy. He had never known pain like this before in his life. But after a few seconds, pain gave way to rage. He was going to tear this fucking boy apart limb from limb.
But first he had to get rid of the sword.
Jonathan sprang up again, willing his shoulder to stop screaming at him. He seized both of the boy's hands with his own, planting his feet firmly on the ground. Ignoring the pain that was coming from all over his body, Jonathan twisted his hands, twisting the boy's hands to their limit.
Hold on to your fucking sword now, you arrogant son of a bitch.
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Post by Thrall Volkova on Oct 11, 2009 20:30:41 GMT -5
He quickly regained his senses, tossing his bookbag into the floor and running towards the two. There was no way he was going to give this guy a chance against Carmen- not that he seemed to have a chance, but he liked Carmen and he hated this guy.
"You! Fuck you!" he shouted, followed quickly by a suckerpunch to the back of Jonathan's head, knocking the thing into Carmen. There was some idea in his mind regarding witty repartee, but he wasn't really paying attention.
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Post by Carmen Oloran on Oct 11, 2009 20:34:47 GMT -5
Carmen gritted his teeth in pain as he struggled with Jonathan heat sweltering up from the burning blade whipping out at them both. And when Thrall attacked Carmen took his chanced. He kicked forward with all his strength in between Jonathan's legs.
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Post by jonathanharris on Oct 11, 2009 20:45:59 GMT -5
The pain was unbearable. Jonathan saw red, complete red, nothing but red. He felt himself start to tear up. The blow to the back of the head... where the fuck had that come from? He couldn't see now... everything was spinning. Jonathan stopped moving and stumbled over to the left a bit.
"Fuck you." He said through clenched teeth. "Fuck you all."
Then all the different wounds caught up with him and he collapsed to the floor, and heard and saw no more.
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Post by ianharris on Oct 11, 2009 20:55:19 GMT -5
Ian had spend the entire time on the floor, trying to make his nose stop bleeding. It hadn't worked. When Jonathan hit the floor, Ian pushed himself to a sitting position, wiping the blood off his nose with his sleeve. Of course, it was just replaced by more blood. Ian touched his nose. Pain shot through his head. Okay. So Jonathan may have done some pretty nasty damage.
He wasn't sure what to say to the two in front of him. On the one hand, he was glad to see Jonathan get what was coming to him. On the other hand... Ian didn't like seeing fights. Especially not fights partially caused by him.
So he opted to say nothing at all. Instead, he started reaching for his books. Perhaps he could at least get them back to the room and then maybe drag Jonathan to the sick bay...
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Post by Carmen Oloran on Oct 11, 2009 21:01:56 GMT -5
Carmen stared down for a few minutes, no longer smiling. Expressionless.
The sword he held out in front of him still glowed red and sizzled slightly. Then he breathed out and closed his eyes. Slowly the red glow became a dark red that turned into a dark gray, finally returning to silver. Steam still rose slightly from the blade.
After a few more minutes of standing he returned the blade to it's scabbard.
As he held his sore ribcage with one hand he used his foot to nudge Jonathan into an upwards facing position.
"Now who's head is in the sand?" Carmen smiled.
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Post by Thrall Volkova on Oct 11, 2009 21:13:12 GMT -5
Thrall seethed; he shifted back to kick Jonathan square in the stomach, then paused and looked up at Carmen.
God, he was hot when he was violent. But that was not the point, though Thrall flushed a little.
Much more important was the fact that this thing had attacked Hitoshi, then himself, and now Carmen. It wasn't a student, and it had no right to be here. Justice for this would require a little more than just kicking it while it was down.
He began to wonder whether that Kazari was still friends with Rudy.
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Post by Rivienne Volkova on Oct 11, 2009 22:02:22 GMT -5
Rivienne heard the resounding of metal from the doors to the courtyard, and in true maternal fashion, felt the sudden fierce intuition that at least one of her children were involved. Her feet dug into the ground with violent fervor, carrying her down the hallway with unparalleled speed. She knew, with the certainty that only a parent can know, that one of her children was about to need an ass-kicking.
She slid to a sudden halt at the scene, sword half drawn and prepared for the worst. Her eyes flickered across the young men, and she gave an exasperated sigh as she slid her sword back into its scabbard. Jonathan on the ground, Carmen standing with sword drawn, and... Thrall. Of course. She had several guesses as to what happened.
"Thrall," she commanded, "what exactly is going on?"
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Post by Thrall Volkova on Oct 11, 2009 22:35:23 GMT -5
Thrall whirled around and faced his mother. Wow, that was a good impulse to follow.
"Uh, I was going to class and this thing was attacking Carmen. I was just helping," he said quickly and nervously.
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Aramis Aldin
Kitty Kat
Academy Junior: Mage
Beneath the trees my heart belongs...
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Post by Aramis Aldin on Oct 11, 2009 23:49:59 GMT -5
Aramis came down the hall with a towel over his shoulder, yawning. He'd been working out in the gym, and his blond hair was still wet from the shower he had just taken. He paused, looking around. The smell of blood was in the air and he looked for it quickly. There was Carmen and some others he should know, including a professor... And Ian, with blood all down his face.
Aramis strode over to him quickly and looked closely at him. "Ian, what the hell happened to your nose? Hold still." He grabbed it and pulled it straight quickly without allowing Ian to react, using a second's magic to stop the bleeding. "There, though you still will want Miss E to look at it."
He turned, wiping the blood off on his towel as he looked around. Carmen wasn't looking good... nor was the boy writhing on the ground. The slight blood on the boy's elbow told Aramis exactly who had broken Ian's nose, so watching him squirm gave him a bit of satisfaction. Ian couldn't do anything to deserve getting hit in the face; he just wasn't that kind of person. Though Professor Volkova whose name had just popped into his head certainly had things in hand... he should probably stay and help now that he had just involved himself.
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