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| Cyan the Red | Sep 5 2010, 03:39 PM Post #11 |
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To say Kara didn't entirely think her attack through was an understatement on par with saying the Charge of the Light Brigade had a few planning issues. Figuring out attacks was never her strong point and here was evidence to that point, slamming her body over and over again into the hard ground beneath her. God- Wham. damn- Wham. shi- Wham. Ow. How the hell did such a small person weigh so much? Was it the cords? Or the cold metal she felt digging into her sternum as she clung to the back of her opponent? It was of little matter. Even though her spine was making a worrying cracking noise and her vision was beginning to go blurry around the edges, if Kara was anything she was tenacious. Tenacious as a... really tenacious thing. Maybe a limpet. Or a barnacle. So she tightened her grip around her smaller opponent, wrapping her legs around her torso and bringing her arms up to try and get the girl into a choke hold, trying to cut off her air supply so she would pass out. As of now, she had forgotten why the fight had started, or even who was watching-- really, to her, a fight was a fight was a fight and anyone who brought reason into it was just asking to get further humiliation if they lost. She wasn't out to prove a point about beating in lockers anymore, she was just out to have a good old tussle and perhaps prove her strength to the teacher watching. Edited by Cyan the Red, Sep 5 2010, 03:42 PM.
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| Sega | Sep 6 2010, 07:11 PM Post #12 |
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All things considered, it wasn't a surprise to be out of breath at this point, what with all the running and hitting and hammering. What did come as a surprise was that attempts to regain oxygen were failing. Blocking out things usually helped. Forgetting things like pain, uncertainty, discouragement, it all helped to push the limits. It of course came with a downside, which tended to change in severity depending on the situation. In this case, it was not noticing a choke hold. Not noticing, until the ability to taunt had long since waved goodbye, where a pulling-out-the-stops move would be perfect had Jenna not blown her energy on trying one earlier. Well, that narrowed the options down to.. let's see. Not so gracefully accepting defeat? Something like that. So Kara was still hitching a ride. Like suddenly jumping a midget for a piggyback-ride, which looks very awkward to someone standing on the outside. That someone, Alexander, was still watching over the strife with his imposing beard and gaze. He didn't believe a student should fight to the death, yet he was seeing two in front of him that were showing signs of doing just that. Well, better they realise that mistake here than succeed in dying out in the field. That was one of the advantages of teaching by example, after all. With that, he stepped in with his l33t-speed and drove a mighty Russian wedge between the two girls. He figured that if Jenna wrapped herself in her cords and began constricting Kara and herself, there would be no way to pry them apart and avoid serious injuries. Or worse. Not that the medical staff couldn't handle it, but it was fair to say you wanted to avoid being stuck in that region of the school if at all possible. "Pride iz not worth broken zpine and crushed windpipe!" He held a borderline-unconscious Jenna by the back of the neck, and kept Kara at bay with a transformed cane-finger. "... haff not zeen you before. Eck-zplain?" Alexander got a better look at Kara, pretty sure if that someone like this had been attending before now, he would have noticed. Before she could answer, he interrupted with another short message while gesturing to the remnants of the lockers further down the hallway that were covered in tell-tale hammer imprints. "Zis, not handiwork of Rayter. Will zend bill." ..Just a little more and she would have been mine. Would have taken her down with me.. Still, Jenna was rather resistant to learning anything that remotely resembled "a lesson". |
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| Cyan the Red | Sep 7 2010, 01:23 AM Post #13 |
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Kara knew that victory was almost hers. All the pain, all the effort, was soon to be payed off as it normally did, with the limpness of her opponent. Mind still pumping adrenaline by the gallon-load, she felt the familiar departure of struggle from her prey, and just as she was about to finish it... She was suddenly no where near her target. Lying a few feet away, having been thrown by the bea- uh, teacher's sudden bullrush, she stared up at the clean white Shibusen ceiling, wondering what happened. Why wasn't she allowed to end it all clean and sportsman-like? Wasn't this a duel? Pulling herself shakily to her feet, internally cursing the departure of her main painkiller with the end of the battle, she leaned most of her weight on her left knee and glared at Alexander. Pride... She realised she was not saying what she had wanted to say when only a raspy gasp escaped her lips, and she gave up on that protestation. This man knew nothing of her pride. As stated before, it wasn't about winning... but she wouldn't attack again. Perhaps she felt that enough was enough, but chances are it was more likely the cane hovering a few inches from her nose. Also the pain emanating from her ribs and spine could have come into play in her decision making, but pain was less of an issue for her. Clearing her throat, she attempted to address the man's question. "Am student of transfer. Name is Kara Freyrsson." She croaked, pulling herself to full height. "Was looking for office of registering." She ignored the comment about the locker. Her sister would deal with that. |
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| zippy_zippy_no | Sep 7 2010, 01:27 PM Post #14 |
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Not five minutes after the fight had been broken up and the combatants dispersed, a dark skinned teen was walking past the area towards his next class. Bo froze as he saw the mess, and the dented lockers. With swift motions he opened the lockers in question, and beat at the metal with his broom until the dents had been successfully flattened. He then gave it a quick buff. Finally he swept the surrounding area leaving it unnaturally clean and ready for the next clash between students. The whole process took less than the time it had taken to create the mess. Alexander, who had been expecting as much nodded quietly to himself. He would still send the bill, and keep the money, using it to buy pickles and vodka. A passing student who saw Bo vacate the area was caught wondering, 'What is that BLACK THING?'
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| Cyan the Red | Sep 8 2010, 08:13 PM Post #15 |
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[[Um... so does this mean the whole rp thing is over...?]] |
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| Sega | Sep 12 2010, 08:09 PM Post #16 |
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"Kara." Alexander began walking down the halls, beckoning the new student to follow. Slung over his shoulder was Jenna, the Russian teacher was mainly carrying her as a mini-workout, assisting the fainted student was a side-effect. "You not be late, you work hard, and you will do well. I zee.. you are strong. And willing to be stronger. Iz good. But stupid." Alexander began a long-winded breakdown of all the little pitfalls he spotted during the fight, from self-damage to overcompensation, and lucky misses to almost locking each other in stalemate. Students would usually zone out and lose interest during this kind of monologue the first time around, earn a caning and then listen intently from then on. That was in class though, and outside of class if a student didn't want to learn that was their choice. It was really just a way of keeping his mind occupied as he led yet another new student to a location they needed to be at. During this time, Jenna came to. Feeling her struggle slightly, Alexander allowed Jenna to slip off his shoulder, after which she barely landed on her feet. "That was embarassing." she wheezed, coughing into her fist and straightening up. "..I gotta go.. and find a mad scientist about something. Hey Alex--," Jenna received a short sharp slap from Alexander's cane. "MISTER, ALEK-ZANDER." "..yeah. I'd uh, appreciate if you gave me a chance in a future class or something to.. y'know," she gazed over at Kara while petting the recently caned ear. "settle the score." As Jenna turned to make her leave, she turned back once more to face Kara, with a sickeningly optimistic smile. "By the way, welcome, and nice to meet you!" Jenna called with odd sincerity, she would never be able to hold a grudge, but instead a friendly rivalry - even if the friendly part was only on her side. As she continued down the hall, she made a point of gesturing to a door on the left, which happened to be the registration office. |
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