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Post by Adeline Davis on Sept 21, 2012 0:57:12 GMT -6
[OOC: expect short posts with me ] Usually people mention having the first day jitters, espescially in an urban city like New York. However, Adeline was not feeling nervous, nor was she very upset about leaving her previous highschool. She missed Seattle even if she didn't have to leave much behind except the local coffee shop she frequented. Her rather detatched and quiet personality left her with little attachments back home, and her parents moved with her so, yes, Adeline was pretty well adjusted already. Walking through the halls, Adeline had a pair of white tennis shoes on matched with a simple white shirt and blue jeans. Her messenger bag was slung over her shoulder with her school supplies inside. Making her way to her assigned locker her eyes trail the numbers in search for '78952'. She turns a corner and finds it right outside the ladies room. Well. At least it was close to something that was rather...necessary. The young blonde quickly turns the lock combination '52-8-9-1' and tugged on the silver device but to no avail. "Hm?" she intones. She tugs it again. Nope. Looking around she'd notice she'd be the only person that was actually at a locker whereas everyone else was making their way to class. Tug. Tug. Tug! The lock did not want to cooperate.
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Post by Cain Alexander on Sept 21, 2012 1:30:25 GMT -6
Cain rubbed the side of his stomach as he walked down the hallway, a soft click of his tongue escaping his lips. Because he had tried to maintain a low profile, he had allowed himself to be beaten down the day before, but alas, the the unexpected arrival of Sapphira had forced him to raise his hand as well. And now, he had allowed himself to become the target of a group of Juniors, and he knew that after what had happened the day before, they would be after his blood. His hazel eyes would kept a wary eye around the area, ensuring that he crossed paths not with them. The fight yesterday had been secluded from general eyes, considering that it was in the small alley between the gym and the infirmary, but if they were to find him here, everyone else would see the fight occur.
And voila, his name would start to spread. What he had been trying to avoid would end up coming to him earlier than he thought. He lowered his hand, releasing a soft groan. He dropped his head slightly. Lady Luck really enjoyed teasing him, didn't she? Oh, he would have no idea.
"You!"
Cain froze on the spot, his body straightening almost immediately. His eyes would widen, the voice ringing through the corridor from behind him, just as he walked past Adeline. And he recognised the voice immediately. He closed his eyes, his head rolling back in annoyance. "Fuck." He muttered, his shoulders drooping as he slowly turned around. And there, standing a few feet from him was Trent and his posse, the large bald man stomping his way towards the junior.
"I'm gonna get you back for yesterday!" The male called out, his face covered in bandages from their tussle from before. Especially his nose and his right cheek, where Cain's foot had planted itself accordingly. The other three boys carried signs of damage as well, though not as major as Trent. Cain gave an awkward smile, pointing at himself.
"Who? Me?" And at that point, Trent had walked right up to Cain, shadowing him with his superior height. He reached forward, giving Cain a shove, prompting him to stagger backwards a total of two steps. "Don't be a fucking smartass."
Great. Just great.
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Post by Adeline Davis on Sept 21, 2012 1:37:25 GMT -6
Adeline gave her lock a few more tries before she heard a loud exclamation from a male down the hall. She turned to look towards the source only to see a man and his posse stomp up towards her- or so she thought. Frowning lightly, the slight knit of her brows were apparent before disappearing quickly as she realized they weren't looking for her. Their gaze penetrated far past her, so she turned lightly to look behind her. A few steps away was a male around her age, and slightly talller.
Looking back towards the group, Adeline observes quietly and notices the bandages on the main guy's face, and the injuries the rest carried. It didn't take a genius to figure out that they were carrying out a vendetta.
Adeline wasn't sure what the boy behind her had done, but she wasn't about to watch more people get hurt. In a few long strides, she'd make her way in between the group and the male. Placing a hand on Cain and the other on the larger male, she'd simply just say, "Stop." in a very soft voice.
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Post by Cain Alexander on Sept 21, 2012 1:55:10 GMT -6
"Gah!"
Trent yelled out as he reeled his right hand back, ready to slam it down on Cain's head, just as the Junior had allowed him to do so before. Cain took a small step back, readying himself for impact. Perhaps he could play the same game as before? They'd leave him alone if he allowed them to take what they came for, right? However, something caught the corner of his eye, and he rolled his orbs towards its direction. And there, coming upon their side was a blonde. A young beauty, but Cain had to wonder what was running through her mind if she chose to step into a scene like this. Her hands would placed themselves on Trent's and his own shoulder, the former ceasing his attack for the brief moment.
Both males stared at her. "Stop."
Cain blinked. Well, this was a rare sight, wasn't it? A pacifist, among the hallways of #8011. Not that there were none, but people like her tended to shy away from trouble, instead of confronting it directly. For some reason, it was a relieving sight for the experienced 17-year-old to see that someone at least still had a kind lion's heart.
Trent, of course, would see the gesture differently, as he shrugged her hand off, turning so that he faced both Cain and the girl. He raised his right hand, pointing his index finger at her. "Stay out of this, you bitch." And Cain would release a soft chuckle, his left hand coming up to scratch his sideburn.
"Why do I feel like I'm becoming more of the damsel these days?" He turned to the girl, giving her a soft reassuring smile. He was grateful for her help, and initiative, yes, but he could handle this himself. No point in dragging others into his own problems. That smile, however, would fade almost immediately as Trent grabbed the girl's shoulder with his left hand, seeking to shove her back. Cain's left hand snapped upward so quick it caught the larger male off-guard, his fingers wrapped around Trent's wrist.
"Now, now, big boy. Haven't I taught you already? You don't hurt women."
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Post by Adeline Davis on Sept 21, 2012 2:07:57 GMT -6
Adeline's expression remained rather placid as the larger male shrugged her hand off. She removes it and places it back to her side as she turned to face the group who seemed eager to start a fight. She wonders momentarily if she should just step aside and let boys be boys, but it didn't seem as though the male next to her had wanted anything to do with them, so she remains standing still in case of conflict.
Her eyes betrayed nothing as the man pointed at her rudely and used his profane language. Adeline was not a fan of coarse language, and perhaps it was part of her father's strict set of house rules that caused her not to pick the habit up.
Cain's gaze and soft smile; however, would quickly grasp her attention. Her eyes trail to the side lightly as she gives him a ghost of a smile back, out of manners. Though, this is just Addie trying to be friendly in a rather unpleasant situation.
Though, the moment was quickly interrupted when Trent laid his hand on her.
Almost immediately Adeline's right hand shot up to grasp the fingers of Trent and wrenched it back harshly outward so much so that normally his wrist would be stretched back. However, the move was not completed as the boy next to her had also reached out to grasp Trent's wrist.
"Hm." A small smile tugs at the corner of her lips at his words.
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Post by Cain Alexander on Sept 21, 2012 2:18:53 GMT -6
Cain blinked in evident awe as he noticed her hand snap up as well, her fingers wrapping around his own and effectively prying his fingers off her body. If it were not for Cain's own grip, the arm would have been thrown back. Nonetheless, she was free from his grip, and that display of strength, with Cain's aid, was something Cain realised he could use. He brought his hazel eyes upon the larger male's, noticing that he had been surprised at the girl's defensive reaction as well, even feeling the strain in his hand as well, up to the point his face was flinching. See, having your fingers pulled back like that would place a large amount of pressure on your wrist and a bit of your forearm. Your body would move on its own, bending lower so as to give the wrist space to be pulled back on. However, being held in place, Trent was feeling the full blunt of the counter.
His other hand snapped forward, grabbing Cain's wrist, but the boy remained still. Instead, the Junior allowed his voice to finish the fight. "Think about what you do next, broski. With a snap of either one of our hands, we can break your wrist. You really willing to fight against the two of us, when you couldn't even put me down yesterday?" Trent turned to look at the brown-haired boy, his eyebrows furrowing, the rage in his eyes as clear as day. He growled, sweat starting to form on his forehead, his hand redirecting its grip to his own arm, as he tried to pull it back.
There would be movement, but alas, Cain kept his grip tight on him, pulling back as hard as he could too, keeping it in place. He glanced at the girl, and then at Cain, before giving a soft grunt. "Fuck. Let me go." Cain would scoff, a smirk coming on his lips as he let go of the boy's wrist. The message had gone through, of course, and Trent would retreat. He may be egoistic, but the physical lesson from the day before was enough to tame him down. If the blonde let go of him as well, he would step back, rubbing his wrist with his right hand. He gave Cain one last glare and threat.
"One day, I'll find you and kill you, and no one will be around to help you down." Cain remained silent, simply carrying that casual smile on his face. And Trent turned away. Cain took a deep breathe, before releasing a sigh of relief. He dropped his head. "That was close." He went silent for a moment, before he raised his chin, looking at the blonde. Then, giving her a warm smile, he spoke out once again.
"Thank you. You saved me there."
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Post by Adeline Davis on Sept 21, 2012 2:36:48 GMT -6
It had been an instinctual move, and one that spawned out of discomfort. Adeline was not someone that dealt very well with physical contact, and because it was a threatening move, she was even more inclined to have defended herself. Surprisingly, the male did as well, and despite having both their grips on Trent, he continued to force his way. Adeline in turn didn't let go even though she was released and simply pushed a little harder as a threat, even if she had no intention to break the man's wrist.
It seemed as though her male companion had the same idea as he verbally threatened while Adeline merely narrowed her eyes, her blue eyes looking harshly back at Trent if he were to look her way.
As soon as the male spoke, requesting to be let go, Adeline would grant him his request and release him. She lets his fingers slips from her own and she relaxes her tense body and steps back a step. Witnessing the last threat, the girl simply frowns again with a knit of her brows and a slight jut of her lower lip in contemplation. As he leaves, she watches him disappear with his group, wondering just how one could threaten to take a life so easily.
"That was close"
Adeline would turn to face her companion once he spoke.
She shakes her head lightly in response as she offers a very small smile, "No. It was nothing. Thank you for your assistance."
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Post by Cain Alexander on Sept 21, 2012 2:44:11 GMT -6
"No. It was nothing. Thank you for your assistance."
Well, wasn't she rather sweet. She was the one that had come to his aid, and yet she denied all credit for it. A soft chuckle escaped Cain's lips, as he allowed himself a casual look-around. The students that had caught hint of the potential brawl were starting to disperse once again, each one heading to their respective classroom.s Nothing major happened, and as far as Cain knew, his name was still but a simple echo off these walls. He turned his gaze back to her, that warm hospitable smile never fading from his lips. Then, he reached forward with his right hand.
"I'm Cain, by the way. Cain Alexander." He introduced himself, and were she to take his hand, he would give her a firm and gentle handshake. And of course, he would not allow the gesture to go on for too long. He let go of her hand soon enough, and tilt his head as he glanced over her shoulder. Where had she come from, anyway? There was nothing there but, well... Lockers. Was she having a problem with her locker? He turned his eyes back to her.
"Imma take a wild guess and say that you're new here?" He raised an eyebrow, tilting his head in curiousity. Usually, people who had problems with lockers were those unfamiliar to it. Some lockers were different, and had certain tricks to it. Like giving it a good tap at certain areas made it a lot easier to open than forcing it. If she had already opened her locker before, she would have had no problem this time.
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Post by Adeline Davis on Sept 21, 2012 13:57:36 GMT -6
Adeline would not have much worry about her name or face being too prominent in the halls of 8011, she wasn't really all too memorable. She tended to make sure she was not in the spotlight, afterall, she would just end up feeling really uncomfortable and hurry away out of the limelight. Thankfully, this situation diffused quickly and Cain seemed to be the man that people paid attention to rather than herself.
"I'm Cain, by the way. Cain Alexander."
Adeline noticed his warm smile and friendly disposition and although she wanted to just leave and go back to her business, this didn't seem too bad. He seemed nice!
"Adeline Davis."
She took his hand and shook it firmly before releasing it and returned her hand back to her side.
Her eyes glanced over to where his own were directed - back toward the lockers. Almost immediately she felt herself flush pink in embarrassment when he realized her predicament.
"Imma take a wild guess and say that you're new here?"
"First day. The locker wouldn't cooperate." she nod lightly before she'd jut her thumb towards the one she was assigned.
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Post by Cain Alexander on Sept 25, 2012 1:04:27 GMT -6
"Adeline Davis."
His lips curled further outwards, his smile widening as he received a reply. He would have figure her to just apologise and walk away. Considering her demeanor, Cain had to wonder if she even was rather sociable in the first place. Certainly not afraid to step up when need be, but the socialite's lifestyle was on a whole another level from that of a fighter, or a pacifist, in her case. He returned the handshake, and placed his hand back to his side, as per due.
As soon as Cain allowed himself to jump into the conclusion of her initial challenge, then, she released a soft blush, and Cain realised that he had gotten it right on the dot. A scoff escaped his lips, a smirk playing upon them as he gave her a raised eyebrow. Well... Shit happens, right? "First day. The locker wouldn't cooperate."
He chuckled. "They rarely do." He raised his chin again, before looking back at her. Then, stretching forward with his right hand, he gestured towards the locker behind her. "May I?" Cain offered, and if Adeline allowed him, he would walk over to the locker. He placed his left hand upon it then, before giving a soft push. For a brief moment, there was no resistance, but soon enough, the hinges would lock the door in place.
And that was it. With that, keeping his hand on the locker and pushing it down, he stepped aside and turned to Adeline. With the locker being pushed inwards, the problem of the little locking mechanism getting stuck against frame of the locker door should be handled.
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