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Post by jonathanharris on Sept 21, 2009 16:59:55 GMT -5
Jonathan stepped outside and for the first time, he felt the wind across his face. It felt so good, so new to him. Every sensation, every blade of grass and every chirping bird, was a new feeling for him. He headed out across the courtyard, staying well away from the outer wall - it didn't seem like any place he wanted to be, anyway. The woods beyond the wall scared him. He didn't know why, but they just... did.
The other students were all in class, it seemed, so the courtyard was deserted. However, Jonathan figured that that was about to change. Any moment, a bell would ring and students would come flooding out. For a moment, Jonathan debated leaving the courtyard and going back into the building. Instead, however, he leaned against a wall and crossed his arms, silently daring anyone to say something to him.
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Post by Hitoshi Gilespi on Sept 21, 2009 17:33:49 GMT -5
Hitoshi leaned against the outside wall, thankful for the brief moment of respite between classes. The crisp autumn wind was refreshing after the long, blistering summer, and for a moment, Hitoshi simply closed his eyes and breathed in the cool fresh air, the calculus homework in front of him forgotten.
The soft sound of footfalls drew him back to himself. He opened his eyes, blinking for a moment. He tilted his head back to look at the nearby person, who it seemed had yet to notice him. It was not all that surprising, since this corner of the yard was scarcely frequented.
"You're standing in the light," Hitoshi announced, without preamble.
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Post by jonathanharris on Sept 21, 2009 17:38:18 GMT -5
Jonathan snorted disdainfully. Who the hell did this person think they were, anyway? The only person so far that Jonathan would have allowed to talk to him like that was the headmistress, and frankly, that was because Jonathan knew she could completely destroy him in a few seconds. This boy, whoever he was, was not scary in the slightest.
"Get out of my shadow, then." He snapped. "Unless you're a fan of the idea of being in my shadow. In which case, feel free to stay there."
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Post by Hitoshi Gilespi on Sept 21, 2009 17:48:53 GMT -5
Hitoshi glanced up at the stranger, smoothly shutting his calculus book and sliding it off of his lap. Hitoshi pushed himself off of the ground and onto his feet, standing at his full height, which was not especially tall.
"I'm sorry, I don't believe I heard you," he replied, his voice challenging. He pushed his glasses deftly up the bridge of his nose. "Would you care to repeat that?"
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Post by jonathanharris on Sept 21, 2009 18:21:12 GMT -5
Jonathan drew himself up to his full height, which was significantly taller than this annoying boy. The boy was almost completely in his shadow. That made Jonathan chuckle to himself. Short people should not pick fights with people much bigger than them.
"I said," He repeated slowly, sarcastically enunciating each syllable, "Get out of my shadow, unless you like being there. And I'd watch where you're walking, too. I'd hate to accidentally step on you."
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Post by Hitoshi Gilespi on Sept 21, 2009 19:03:28 GMT -5
Hitoshi snorted, rolling his eyes and hefting his bag onto his shoulder. "A quip about my height?" he sneered. "How very original. What will you present me with next, a list of Asian stereotypes and a series of 'your mom' jokes?"
A part of Hitoshi's brain -- a very significant part that sounded very much like Alex -- was urging him to just walk away from this idiot's provocation. But Hitoshi had his pride, and he was not about to surrender to some arrogant prick, especially one he had never seen before.
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Post by jonathanharris on Sept 21, 2009 19:11:47 GMT -5
Jonathan chuckled. A most evil thought had just popped into his head. Of course, the boy was probably going to rip him to shreds, but it wouldn't be very much fun otherwise. Besides, people needed to know right away to stay as far from Jonathan as possible. Except Ian. Jonathan would stick to Ian like glue. However, this boy wasn't that important, and Jonathan wasn't out to make friends.
"Actually," He said calmly. "I was going to tell you you look like a girl. And ask if maybe you had a twin brother or a boyfriend, probably off somewhere holding your purse for you, who's going to step in and stop you from bitch-slapping me."
Life is fun.
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Post by Hitoshi Gilespi on Sept 21, 2009 19:36:06 GMT -5
Hitoshi clenched his teeth, his fist tightening on the strap of his backpack. "Who the hell are you to talk to me like that?" he spat. "Are you really under the impression I'm going to stand here and let some worthless nobody blatantly insult me like that?"
No, there was no option now. There was no way Hitoshi could walk away.
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Post by Thrall Volkova on Sept 21, 2009 20:07:11 GMT -5
Professor Yogo had finished his lecture and dismissed class a couple minutes early, and Thrall, dashing through the halls on a seemingly random adrenaline rush, was nearly outside by the time the bell rung. The standing boy had immediately caught his attention- someone actually a little taller than he was, cute, and someone he hadn't seen before- and gone over to see who he was. He got into earshot just in time to hear the insults being slung- which sent an alternate current of fear and anger through him- and to see that the person being so insulted was Hitoshi.
He grabbed Jonathan's shoulder and yanked it back to stare into the boy's eyes with cold fury. "You should've prayed you'd get him instead of me, shitstain."
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Post by jonathanharris on Sept 21, 2009 20:14:41 GMT -5
Jonathan ripped the new arrival's hands off of him and shoved him backwards. "You'd better watch yourself." He spat. "I don't like being touched. Especially not by guys I don't know. You, I don't know what you like, but that's not at all appealing to me."
This was spiraling out of control very fast. If something didn't happen very soon, a three-way brawl was going to start right in the middle of the courtyard. Probably with very disastrous and bloody results.
Perfect.
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Post by Hitoshi Gilespi on Sept 21, 2009 20:38:44 GMT -5
The part of Hitoshi that was irritated that his cousin was jumping in to help him fight his battles was far outweighed by the part of him that wanted this conceited windbag to be put in his place. And if that meant his cousin actually being useful, well, that was a small price to pay.
"You're outnumbered," Hitoshi observed icily. "Are you going to apologize like a good little delinquent, or are you going to continue to blow hot air until someone knocks it out of you?"
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Post by jonathanharris on Sept 21, 2009 20:55:44 GMT -5
Jonathan laughed. "Outnumbered? Do you think I care? Do you think it even matters? Here's a better idea; turn around and run as fast as you can in the other direction, and pray to whatever god you have that I don't chase you." Already, Jonathan could feel his muscles tensing, getting ready for a fight. He was pretty sure that he could take the two, but as he had discovered, the people at this school were very... oh, what was the word?
...unusual.
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Post by Thrall Volkova on Sept 21, 2009 21:19:44 GMT -5
Thrall caught himself and moved into a low stance. His arm should've hurt a little from where it was twisted backwards, but he couldn't feel it over the burning sensation in every inch of his body. Couldn't feel much of anything over that, come to think.
"She says you're a mockery," he snarled, and moving without conscious thought, he launched himself at Jonathan's legs.
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Post by Hitoshi Gilespi on Sept 21, 2009 21:46:41 GMT -5
Hitoshi stood in place, keeping himself alert in case effort was needed on his part. After all, there was no use acting if Thrall was going to do everything for him, and if this irritating little prick was as mortal as Hitoshi assumed, Thrall almost certainly had the upper hand.
Hitoshi had never seen Thrall quite this angry before, particularly not on his behalf; of course, he had never heard anyone speak to Thrall quite so brashly either. He wasn't entirely sure who the "she" in question was; the context seemed to reference Jonathan's taunt of praying, but Hitoshi was fairly certain the extent of Thrall's religious devotion was occasionally attending church with Grandma. Or, as far as he knew, at least.
Hitoshi shifted in place, concentrating on the glow of magic within him and preparing to strike out, should the occasion call for it.
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Post by jonathanharris on Sept 21, 2009 21:58:18 GMT -5
Jonathan didn't even know how the next few seconds happened, but they happened.
One of the boys lunged at his legs, and before even he knew what was happening, his foot came up off the ground. It slammed full force into the boy's face. Jonathan felt a shock go through his leg, and suddenly, he was lifted off the ground and was sent flipping over the boy, landing painfully on his back where the boy had previously been standing.
Ow.
He stood quickly, pain shooting up his leg from the force of the impact. The first boy was concentrating very hard on something - Shit, he's a magic person... - and the second was still on the ground. Jonathan brushed himself off and raised a defiant middle finger at the boy on the ground.
"She's not helping you very much, it seems." He taunted. "You're going to have to do a little better than that."
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Post by Thrall Volkova on Sept 21, 2009 22:32:32 GMT -5
His head snapped back hard, and he lost his momentum and fell onto one arm. He felt himself trying to pull at something like a chain that wouldn't move, and something smaller unraveled instead.
After a moment, he stood back up and staggered to the right. Over there. He closed in again and swiped at Jonathan's side, trying this time for a feint. If he could get him down...
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Post by jonathanharris on Sept 22, 2009 0:03:05 GMT -5
Jonathan saw the boy come at him again. He twisted, his whole body convulsing. Pain shot up his leg again, but he ignored it. The boy went for his side, but instead of moving out of the way as he had first plan, Jonathan quickly changed strategies. He moved into the blow, knocking it out of the way, so that when the second, quicker blow came, he could move to avoid it very simply. The other boy, now off balance, stumbled, and Jonathan took the opportunity to slip behind him and take a step back.
"You know," He quipped. "You're pretty terrible at this."
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Post by Hitoshi Gilespi on Sept 22, 2009 18:57:32 GMT -5
The pompous one had, from what Hitoshi could see, gotten rather lucky and managed to temporarily upset Thrall's balance and gain the upper-hand. That certainly wouldn't do.
Hitoshi rested one hand on a nearby vine of ivy and eased small threads of his magic into it, feeling the push and pull of the energy around him. Plants were rather simple to work with, he observed. Not like animals, or humans. The ivy bent pliantly to his control as the energy flowed freely from one source to another, creeping soundlessly along the ground and constricting around Jonathan's leg in the blink of an eye, anchoring his primary leg to the ground.
Hitoshi glanced at the ground. For about a meter on all sides of him, the once lush green grass had withered and turned a pale, deathly brown. It was a small price to pay; such was the case with necromancy.
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Post by Thrall Volkova on Sept 22, 2009 19:35:56 GMT -5
Thrall hopped away from Jonathan and twisted to face him. It had been too long since he'd been serious about this, long enough that this thing was stronger and faster than him. That would need to be fixed. If things like this were walking around, that would need to be fixed soon...
He stared at his opponent silently, weighing his options as Hitoshi worked his magic. Then, darting down with more speed than he could sustain, he yanked a large rock out of the earth, leaped at the boy, and swung around to aim the sharp point directly at Jonathan's eyes. It didn't hit as hard or as accurately as he liked, but he carved a nice line into the boy-thing's face and ended up on top of him.
He raised the thing again, two-handed, with every intention of slamming it into Jonathan's neck.
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Post by Tristan Gilespi on Sept 23, 2009 19:23:47 GMT -5
Tristan stopped dead in his tracks, the sounds of the struggle carrying across the courtyard. Years of teaching high schoolers had made him well accustomed to that sound: the sound of a fight.
Tristan hoped over the banister, landing behind the scene of the fight and snatching his nephew by the collar, jerking him off of the other boy. "Damn it, Thrall, you have five seconds to tell me why I shouldn't just tell your mother what I saw," he growled.
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Post by jonathanharris on Sept 23, 2009 19:41:31 GMT -5
The plants holding Jonathan's leg - where the hell had they come from, anyway? - loosened, and he fell back onto the ground, off balance. Irritated, he picked himself off the ground and brushed himself off. He allowed himself a second to collect his thoughts, and then it was right back into being... Jonathan.
"Oh, you're afraid of mommy? That's classic." He snorted. "What'll she do if she finds out you're beating on innocent students? Put you in time out? Give you a spanking?" Ignoring the boy's venomous stare, Jonathan continued in a sarcastically pleasant tone of voice. "Perhaps someone should tell her you fight like a bitch. Maybe she can show you a few pointers."
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Post by Thrall Volkova on Sept 23, 2009 20:04:09 GMT -5
Thrall felt himself dragged off the thing and immediately began struggling. He kicked and lashed out at the person and was about to strike at him with the rock before he recognized his uncle and went limp.
He looked up at Tristan blankly and dropped the rock. A voice in the back of his head was screaming about him being an idiot, and he thought he might have had a headache. The burning was starting to recede... his head definitely hurt, and he'd apparently scraped his leg on that second fall.
...His head really hurt. Sounds and colors and smells suddenly rushed back into the world, and he felt like he was about to hurl.
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Post by Tristan Gilespi on Sept 25, 2009 19:45:05 GMT -5
Tristan shot the young man on the ground an imperious glare. "Shut your damn mouth, or I'll shut it for you," he snapped.
Tristan held Thrall up by the arms, watching him for a moment. Normally, Thrall would be smarting off about the kid bringing it upon himself, or at least making some sort of excuse. No, he was definitely not himself at the moment.
"Thrall, what the hell happened?" he demanded.
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Post by Hitoshi Gilespi on Sept 25, 2009 19:51:21 GMT -5
Hitoshi stood stock-still, his hands still braced against the ivy-covered wall. His hand trembled slightly.
"Just give it up, idiot," Hitoshi said coldly. "Is your life so empty that you have nothing better to do than pick fights with everyone whose path you cross?"
His eyes flickered to his cousin. There was something terribly wrong with this, though Hitoshi was unsure what. But certainly, with all the peculiar incidents of late, there was some sort of explanation.
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Post by Thrall Volkova on Sept 25, 2009 20:45:03 GMT -5
Thrall clenched his eyes shut and concentrated on breathing evenly for the time being. After what felt like a few moments, the pain and nausea lessened somewhat and he felt capable of addressing his uncle's question.
"Was... going to hurt Hitoshi." He swallowed. What happened other than that, he was getting further and further away from. The boy had said something homophobic to his little cousin, and then...
And then... Thrall tried to stand up fully and immediately staggered as the nausea came back full force.
Poor Tristan.
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