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Post by Cain Alexander on Sept 19, 2012 9:42:37 GMT -6
Cain's back found the wall, a soft grunt escaping his lips as he slid down slightly. Were it not for his footing, as he pressed both feet down against the ground, he would have fallen straight down to the floor. He dropped his head, a deep inhale allowing him to regain the breathing. The 17-year-old's body would sway sidewards, and then back, as he took a deep breathe. He brought his right hand up, wiping the blood that had seeped out from a cut on his lip away. Holding his hand out slightly, his hazel eyes would come upon the blood. And he scoffed. Why was he doing this again?
Oh, that was right. The 17-year-old actually sought to maintain as low a profile as his time here in #8011 would allow him. He knew well enough that attention never did him any good, and he figured perhaps a change of approach would be in order. However, despite his vigilant effort to stay invisible, other than the times he spent with Azura, he never could abandon the hidden guardian within him. See, these four boys had been beating another kid down, harassing him for money, here in this small space between the gym and the infirmary.
Unable to look away, the man had stepped up to shove the bullies off, giving the victim time to get away. And of course, as a result, he became the weakling's replacement. And with his desire not to attract any attention to himself, all he had been doing was taking the hits, while cushioning them as gently as he possibly could. The lead among the four, a large male with a shaved head and a piercing over his right eyebrow, stepped forward, throwing a hook at Cain's torso.
The new school transfer would hop lightly on his feet, allowing himself to take into the air, away from the punch, at the very last moment, and succeeded well enough in cushioning it to a bearable extent. Nonetheless, it served to throw him sidewards, and Cain staggered a bit.
A chance.
He pretended to trip on his feet, and fall forward, his palms catching him and saving his face a hard impact. He coughed.
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Post by Sapphira Wolfe on Sept 20, 2012 22:29:48 GMT -6
Now you see, first days can be quite intimidating. Not just for the meek at heart but for the brave as well, and even though much of this school seemed to be filled up to the brim with brave at heart folks each with their daring tales none of them could deny that hindering feeling in the back of their heads that Sapphira shared this day. I'm afraid, and so very much alone. But that's where hope came in, a dramatic gesture that things could change, be it for the strong or even the meek.
For Sapphira her goal was to find her brother, so she wasn't truly ever going to be along again. Walking into school today she was flanked pervasively by her "sister", Evelynn had a knack for being an annoying pain in the ass. Not as you might think, she was no tag-a-long little sister that would delve into your business, no. Rather she was the sort to observe from a distance and tactfully choose her motions, her strides, each position dedicated to driving you insane. Over the weekend this little sis was becoming quite the nuisence and all Saph wanted to do was run away.
Heres where the plan begins. At eleven a.m. Sapphira exited her English class where she'd be quickly flanked by Eve. The position was perfect because at that very same corner the football team got out of their film class. Yes perfect so at that very same instant Sapphira casually placed a stiff-arm into one of the player's jaw knocking him sideways into a domino-like effect blocking off her irritating little tagger. Running at full sprint Sapphira would take off towards the back of the school. Her head pitched back in a cautious attempt to stave off a stalking opponent Sapphira would run into a large figure, what looked to be like a fight.
Bang.
On the floor her hands barely mobile enough to catch her falling on her rump looking upwards cautiously.
"Hey watc-"
Eyes darting up trying to assertain the situational awareness.
[ooc: your call who she bumped into]
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Post by Cain Alexander on Sept 21, 2012 0:27:24 GMT -6
Cain would then feel a sharp jab against the lower side of his abdomen, as the same bald man proceeded to kick him down to the ground. Cain grunted as he fell flat, skidding back a few feet, before ending with a roll, causing him to turn his back to the bully, as he lay there, right before the wall, facing it. Another cough escaped his throat, as he gasped for air. Alright, that, that had hit him rather hard. He placed his hands over his stomach, crumpling slightly, as he took a deep breathe. He just had to take this for a few more moments. They would get bored soon enough.
And then, the unexpected happened. The man would suddenly release a thud. Cain's eyes widened. Though he was blind to the scene, he could tell that something had hit the bully. Or someone. Cain furrowed his eyebrows, before quickly rolling onto his other side, using his elbow to hold his upper body. And there, before him, he saw the large bully falling back, though being caught by his friends, to his left. And then to his right, was a young girl who had fallen onto his bottom, presumably bumping into, for the sake of not having to repeat it anymore, Trent, the bully.
Cain's eyes widened, as he looked at the girl. What was she doing here? "Hey watc-"
"You bitch!" Trent called out, as he pushed himself off his three friends. He started to stomp forward, and as he came upon the girl, he would reach forward with his right hand, attempting to grab her by her hair. Of course, he would never get the chance, for a foot would start soaring inwards, gliding over his outstretched arm and ramming straight at his face. Trent fell backwards, this time finding the ground, his eyes rolling onto the back of his head for a moment. He had cut his lip, and a few droplets of blood would take to the air.
Cain reeled his foot back to his side, taking a step forward and putting himself in between the girl and the four bullies. He raised his right hand, wiping the blood and dust off his chin. "Ey, leave her out of this. I'm the one you're picking on, remember?" He called out, Trent slowly getting back up on his feet, a finger hovering over the cut on his lips.
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Post by Sapphira Wolfe on Sept 21, 2012 0:43:17 GMT -6
"You bitch!"
Sapphira could see the unfolding of events lash out in front of her, she was going to end up being hurt again. Fist to face, a wrap of knuckles against her flesh, bruises and bloody marks left over what'd been flawless skin. She'd cringe. It'd only been an accident, she didn't mean it all the girl wanted was to get away, hide away from what'd been a life of observation and pedigree. Saph could feel the anger boil down within her fists clenching against the pavement ready just to let out a terrifying scream. "STOP IT!" she couldn't muster the words though her puffed up red cheeks and tense appearance said it all.
Thud.
A clash of bodies behind veiled hues keeping Phira blissfully unaware as to each of the actions the tatter of blows exchanging in the midst of their current positions before batting an eye to look up at her supposed 'hero'.
"Ey, leave her out of this. I'm the one you're picking on, remember?"
A bit presumptuous, granted he was right that she had no place in this exchange and best move on along her way. But of all things her interest was piqued, and with that she was sucked in. Like a child to television Sapphira wanted to understand the end of this.
"I didn't need your help."
She'd respond with a rather strong tone managing to press her palms outwards entirely peeling the girl off the ground and stand just behind his torso's guarding position. Her features would slowly soften however getting a better look at the rather large brute and pursing her lips curiously studiously taking a glance at her 'savior' who looked worse for wear, not needing another bruise against his body be it blow or ego detriment.
"Thanks anyway."
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Post by Cain Alexander on Sept 21, 2012 0:52:20 GMT -6
"I didn't need your help."
That's what they always seemed to say, didn't they? Teenagers. So much pride within themselves, each one believing that they could readily take the world. And rightfully so. They were at the prime of their youth, this age being their final step towards adulthood. If there was any time for them to be reckless, this would be it. They deserved such a right, and Cain saw no fault from the girl for keeping her ego intact. Nonetheless, a thank you would have sufficed. Cain dropped his head for a brief moment, his right hand coming up to rest itself against the base of his neck. Releasing a grunt, he jerked his head to the side, a loud popping sound being produced from the simple motion.
Then, he stretched his chin towards his shoulder, looking back at the girl, as she got back up on her feet. "Thanks anyway." Cain would release a soft smile, and a sigh to accompany it. Well, it was better than nothing. Of course, the trouble would be against Cain now. For the whole time, he had allowed himself to be perceived as weak, for the strong would have no interest in him then. After this beat-down, they probably would start to ignore him, and look for bigger prey to go after, so as to climb the social ladder in within these walls.
However, he had just fought back. And they knew well now that he had been messing around this whole time. He pouted, his shoulders drooping slightly as Trent pointed a finger at him. "You fuck been messing with my shit twice now. That's two beat-downs you owe me. And I'm looking to claim it." There we go. Twice the beat-down. His right hand would slide up to his scalp, as he placed his left hand on his hip. He began to scratch his head, a groan being released from his throat.
"Man, even I would get tired of that." He muttered, and Trent only took it as an insult. A battle cry came from the larger male, as he raised a right hand, running towards Cain, aiming to snap it right at his face. Cain dropped his right hand, before placing his left foot in front. Then, twisting it to face his left, Cain allowed his body to follow suite. His right foot kicked itself off the floor, snapping upwards.
The end result would be a kick smacking straight into the side of Trent's face, fully pushing him off his feet and throwing him right into the wall to the left. Cain's right leg would continue on his spin, coming upon the ground, the 17-year-old now facing the girl. And he gave her a small scoff. "They don't make them as tough as they used to anymore, do they?"
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Post by Sapphira Wolfe on Sept 21, 2012 1:34:17 GMT -6
Sapphira made sure to side step away from the whole ordeal making sure her eyes were livid on the scene at hand. Hero, Poor victim, Bullies, Bully Leader, Damsel. All the roles seemed to be cast into some strange tragedy that would be performed so elequantly on the stage known as life. Nonetheless she frowned keeping herself at a distance as Mr. Hero took to cleaning up the little mess he'd have created her eyes already taking into account of how much he'd been holding back as he quickly buffled the guy over in a quick motion. The feeling yes it was very similar to her own plight. Restraint, it was rather irritating, hiding a bit of yourself perhaps the more dominant nature of things being in yourself that you're hiding. The question was does one hide it for your own sake or for someone else's?
"Apparently not... just the one-two punch."
Sapphira would immitate his motions clumsily with a jutting left then right sock, making sure that with each gesture she'd rock her hips to kick with each giving a little bit of a swaying motion to each degree before finding her balance appropriotely and looking him over.
"You got a lil something..." Her hand would move up, thumb motioning across his lips to smear what blood he had remaining there off before smudging it on his shirt in a semi-friendly gesture keeping her own garb clean but making sure he was well manicured. The motion was almost motherly. "Sorry, habit.."
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Post by Cain Alexander on Sept 21, 2012 1:48:39 GMT -6
"Apparently not... just the one-two punch."
Cain released a fit of laughter, obviously amused by the girl's sense of humour. At least she wasn't the kind to shrill and run at the sight of violence. Instead, she seemed rather casual around it. Obviously someone who had seen and experienced her share of time under the corporal punishment system that governed the schools of their proud and mighty country. His gesture would cease almost immediately, though, his right hand coming onto his side, where Trent had kicked him earlier. He would close one eye, a soft hiss escaping his lips, Alright, maybe he shouldn't exert his abdominal muscles so quickly after the earlier beat-down.
"You got a lil something..." He raised his gaze, looking at the girl. His face would calm down, then, both of his eyes reopening as he gazed at her hand. It would come up to her face, before wiping off a stray smudge of blood on his lips. He blinked. Well, he did not expect that. She wiped it off his shirt, and he scoffed. Okay, now that was to be expected. "Sorry, habit.." He placed his hazel brown eyes upon her once again, before giving a soft smile.
"Thank you--" He would get cut short, then, as a flurry of steps behind him warned him of danger. He glanced over his left shoulder, before noticing the right jab that was coming straight at the back of his head. Sliding his right foot outwards, he leaned his head to his right, the boy's arm simply soaring over his shoulder, past his head. His right hand snapped up, grabbing his wrist and tugging it forward. At the same time, his left elbow would snap up, ramming into the underside of his chin, causing his brain to rattle within his skull. Letting go of the boy's arm, he allowed him to fall backwards, dazed.
However, he wasn't the only one that was upon Cain, as one of the other two remaining bullies planted a kick at his lower spine. Cain's eyes widened as he found himself to step forward, his body almost colliding with the girl's. He released a grunt, before looking up at her. "Excuse me." He slid his left foot back, before twisting his whole upper body harshly around, his right arm taking a long arc, its route directed right at the third bully's face. It slammed hard into his nose, breaking it upon contact and throwing him back hard into the ground. The last of the four would take a step back, then, realising that their earlier victim had no become the predator of this hunt. Cain sighed, before turning back to face the girl, his hand on his lower back.
"I'm gonna have an uncomfortable sleep tonight, I just know it." He jested, despite the ferocious environment he had found himself in.
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Post by Sapphira Wolfe on Sept 21, 2012 2:46:34 GMT -6
Seasoned. It was a good word for what Sapphira was, a seasoned veteran of violence in one means or another to the point it rarely captured her interests. Sure a rare fight here and there was fun to watch maybe even partake in but where was the fun without a few ground rules to both undergo and even better yet break. A small grin highlighted her face slowly shifting to the side as a series of attackers turned on Mr. Hero. Her head situated to the side like a lost puppy dog curiously taking in the strange new threat without a moments hesitation realizing she wasn't the designated target and managing to put that instant of fear beside her and away in a corner of her mind to be relied upon later.
"Looks like you have things wrapped up here... I'mma.."
A number of casual steps taking to the advantage of the fact that he had his hands full and her sister had yet to follow onto the presumption that she was being ditched. That curious little grin of hers turning to tuck tail and begin skipping away frivolously as though she'd missed the fight entirely. Sapphira didn't distinguish whether or not he would follow or not, frankly she'd find something of interest wherever he feet took her. All the same she'd hoped to get to know someone here, perhaps just someone who knew her brother. A small fret going unseen as her back was turned choosing to skip up the hill at the back of the school and find a nice little spot to nestle in. Feet kicked back belly on the floor she'd get a good view of the fight unveiled.
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Post by Cain Alexander on Sept 21, 2012 3:00:02 GMT -6
"Looks like you have things wrapped up here... I'mma.."
Cain blinked, before giving an aloof smile. "No, no, I'm fi--"
"Why, you!"
Cain frowned. Man, did these guys not know how to give up? He took a step back, putting Sapphira out of his view for that brief moment, as he turned to face the last of the four. The boy was wildly charging at him, a cocked right hand already indicating the form of attack he was going to throw. Was he really that two-dimensional? Had he not been smart enough to realise such an approach would only spell trouble for him? His friends had tried to same trick, only to get beaten down to the ground. Cain would quickly step to his left, moving into the outer side of the boy's hook. Then, twisting his body leftwards, he threw his own right jab, smashing it straight into the boy's solar plexus. The impact was hard, knocking the very air out of the boy's lungs. His eyes widened, saliva spraying from his lips, as he fell upon Cain's arm.
The Junior them simply gave him a light shove, his arms going to his bruised stomach as he fell to the side, groaning and gasping for air. Cain stared down at him, before shaking his right hand, feeling the strain on his wrist. He was getting too old for this. He clicked his tongue, before turning to look at the girl, only to realise that she had disappeared. Well, not entirely. A trace of her was within his peripherals, as he spotted the distant familiar figure lying on the hill a distance away. Was that her?
Should he approach?
... Eh, why the hell not? He stepped forward towards the end of the alley, then, picking up his bag, leaving in his wake the bodies of the four bullies. He proceeded to make his way up the hill, knowing that she would have seen him already. He simply allowed that same smile to adorn his bruised face, as he gave a soft wave. And as soon as he was within hearing range, he greeted her once again.
"You sure got your way up here fast."
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Post by Sapphira Wolfe on Sept 21, 2012 3:34:39 GMT -6
Sure she saw him, the vantage point of a hill was that you could see everyone approach for a while off. The fight wasn't that spectacular. A bunch of bullies picking on one poor kid, although for most that in it of itself would be pretty impressive. A one vs five situation was a pretty big deal even for the best of fighters she could imagine. While not the fighter herself had gotten in a few tussles along the road to get here. Shifting her hues upwards, Sapphira would fixated a grin on her face from the old position looking rather distantly entranced on the position he'd once come from.
"Yup, I just so happen to be an athelete too."
An affirmative nod giving herself that little vigor despite not moving from her sprawled out position agianst the grass elbows tucked in against the grass while her chin buried in her palms. Grin sauntering from right to left as her feet kicked too and fro.
"Care to join me? Not that exciting but given you just got mauled I think you could go for a little relaxation."
Letting her glance shift from his lips where she'd removed a fine layer of blood to the positon she'd wiped it off and then finally returning to the sprawled out scene where the bodies were littered about.
"By chance, what was that all about anyways?"
A tad curious, though the instigation of her conversation the day before had drawn her attention to this little affectionate display of violence this school seemed to have. Not being in the know of schools in the country she had to suffice with external knowledge.
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Post by Cain Alexander on Sept 21, 2012 3:52:29 GMT -6
"Yup, I just so happen to be an athelete too."
Cain smirked, as he nodded his head in acknowledgement. He averted his gaze for a brief moment, glancing to the side to see if anyone else was within the vicinity but at that immediate moment, the nearest student to them was someone he did not seem to need to worry about. The girl was just sitting upon another tree in the distance. Yeah, nothing to worry about. As far as he was concerned, the two of them were alone here, and Trent and his boys were not going to be getting up again anytime soon. "That explains it." He answered, turning his gaze back to her, giving a soft bounce on his feet.
"Care to join me? Not that exciting but given you just got mauled I think you could go for a little relaxation."
Chuckles would break the brief silence that veiled over the male, as he nodded his head a number of times. "Yeah... That definitely sounds good." He allowed himself to take a few steps forward, taking the spot to her right. Turning around, then, he lowered himself onto the grass, a groan escaping his lips as he was forced to stretch his side muscles so as to adopt a sitting position. He placed his bag on the far side, his shins crossing as he tucked his knees behind his elbows. Crossing his arms, he leaned back, allowing his own weight to support him.
"By chance, what was that all about anyways?"
Cain scoffed, a smirk playing between his cheeks for a brief moment, before fading away as his hazel eyes came upon the scene. "Eh, new kid, easy pickings, I guess." Of course, that was a lie, but hey, the true story was a lot more chivalrous than Cain would have liked. Stepping in to take a beating for another person? Who actually did that around these parts? True, there were some brave enough to fight back, but to simply completely replace the spot... Nah, only idiots did that.
"By the way, I never got your name." He continued, his eyes coming upon her. She was, to say the least, attractive on her own rights. Silky brown hair and hazel eyes comparable to his own. Youthful features and a healthy well-paced body. Yeah, she had her pluses, he confessed. Of course, such thoughts were better kept as thoughts.
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Post by Sapphira Wolfe on Sept 22, 2012 18:37:02 GMT -6
New kid eh? Easy pickings eh? She had no idea where that came from, the thought I mean. Perking up a curious glance before shrugging it away and nimbly tossing a strand of hair over her shoulders as she blissfully kicked stung heels about. All in all though she supposed that was good, she was honestly hoping to run into somebody around here that'd been here for awhile, somebody that could tell her where her brother was but as it went this was just another dead end. Hanging her hues low balanced out by the light grip on her chin Sapphira's train of thought would tinker away before he captured it again.
"Right back at'cha."
Sapphira managed to giggle lightly tussling over before rolling onto her back and pulling herself into a situp position arms casting around her kneecaps and leaning her chin atop them. Evasive as always. There was a little part about keeping her identity a semi-secret for the time being, she couldn't be identified as a "Wolfe" family heir but instead had to play the part of a "Valencia". Rolling her eyes slightly at the thought she perked up a smile hoping that she'd sent him into quite a stumble before lipping out the words.
"Sapphira, or Phira, Phi, whatever."
Last names weren't necessary, unless he inclined further.
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Post by Cain Alexander on Sept 25, 2012 1:11:02 GMT -6
"Right back at'cha."
Cain chuckled, lowering his head, knowing that she had given him quite a good comeback there. He shook his head, knowing that he had driven himself right into that one, before raising his chin once again to look at her as she rolled onto her back. And then, hoisting herself up, she would seat herself down on the grass, almost mimicking his posture were her to lean back instead of forward. Cain would allow his arms to give way, then, as they snapped backwards, planting themselves firmly upon the ground, as his legs, now released, sprawled outwards, stretching as far as they could reach. He leaned back on his arms, then, his brown eyes fixated upon her.
And then came that killer smile, one that caused Cain's eyes to widen slightly. Only so slightly.
She truly was quite an enchanting beauty, wasn't she? And the very fact that the smile had come simply from then meant that she really knew how to play her charms. When to smile, and when to pout. The battle of the socialites, where body language was as important as it was in the physical battlefield.
"Sapphira, or Phira, Phi, whatever."
"Sapphira, huh? That's a rather unique name." Cain commented as he nodded his head a few times, averting his gaze for a brief moment. Sapphira. That name sounded not the slightest familiar to him, so he allowed it simply to make its own space within his memory. But of course, his moment of silence would not be long, for his eyes would return to her, that smile plastered upon his lips.
"I'm Cain." He replied. Ah, yeah. His parents were quite religious nuts, he knew. It was the very reason he had been named Cain, for he was seen to be, well, the black sheep of the family. Of course, back then, it was just himself and his dad. It was either or, really.
"Pleasure to meet you, Sapphira." He gave a soft bow of his head, trying to mimic a gentleman's greeting as much as he possibly could.
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Post by Sapphira Wolfe on Sept 29, 2012 18:54:20 GMT -6
"Nice to meet you too."
A curt nod before turning her gaze off and away down the hill settling on the horizon that met the sky and the school's roof separating them by nothing more than inches and at the same time miles. Phi wasn't making eye contact with Cain not because it was rude or she didn't think him attractive but rather because her mind was whimsically distracted. A small shimmer of the sun against the roof windows caught her attention and flitting little hues departed on their way before befalling a small sigh. This was really the longest she'd stayed anywhere and it'd only been a few days, a part of her wondered if she'd eventually get bored and pack up again, find something new. Quirking her lips there'd be an obvious sense of depression hinted around her but its not like she'd bring that matter up to just anyone.
"So whats the scoop big guy, I'm sure someone who gets their ass kicked on a daily basis knows the big players around here."
That was her nice way of saying, 'ignore my physicality and follow whatever train of thought I can manage to flit to.' tm. That features given away from before now buried behind a extroverted, classy smile.
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Post by Cain Alexander on Oct 4, 2012 3:15:42 GMT -6
"So whats the scoop big guy, I'm sure someone who gets their ass kicked on a daily basis knows the big players around here."
Cain scoffed, raising his eyebrow at her as he tilted his head. Oh, there was just so many things that she got wrong there. He adjusted himself in his seat, so that he faced her directly, his legs crossed under him, and his elbows resting atop his knees, his forearms angled forward. "You forget, my dear Phira. I'm new here. And I haven't exactly been trying to figure out the top dogs in this place." He replied, speaking truth as plainly as it could be. He averted his eyes, planting the brown orbs upon the entrance of the school's main compound. Then, a smirk came upon his face.
"And I don't always get my ass kicked." He chuckled, his eyes rolling back to lock upon hers. Though, did he really not know anything going on in this school? No. He knew a bit. At least, the bit that made this school different from others. Any American teenager would understand the implications of the corporal punishment system that governed the schools of the modern day. It was tough on the children, for the teacher had every right to physically abuse them for the smallest mistakes.
Of course, you can't really expect the impulsive and hasty teenagers of their generation to just sit down and take it all. They were lashing back. Strengthening themselves. Training themselves. Survival of the fittest, and it had slowly turned the schools of the United States into a battlefield, each and every single one harsher than the last.
"But from what I know, there isn't much going on in this school." His smile would fade slowly, as he recalled his past experiences with the system. "At least, not yet."
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