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Post by Trizen Takano on Apr 27, 2009 0:09:12 GMT -5
((Eeek. I've got a hell of a lot of reading to do...))
Before the serious amount of fighting had broken out, and while Trizen had stood to cover Emily from any threats, the boy had actually managed to be taken by a group of punks. The same ones he managed to beat up the week before during the first set of outbreaks. They remembered him and wanted payback.
While chaos broke out in the auditorium, and the main characters were in their bout against Mr. Purple, Trizen was ragged up, tied by the hands and thrown into the midst of the student battles. It seemed the boy had grown quite a sturdy reputation for beating down a few students who were causing trouble. Now that he was bound, they wanted their own payback and were glad to take the opportunity.
'Stop it... Stop!' he thought but was not able to say as he had an assortment of shoes, sandals, boots, and bare feet stab his face and other assorted parts of the body. It was the beginning of a bad beating for Trizen, particularly when he couldn't feel his right leg anymore. He was pretty sure it popped out of place a little while before he felt that inkling.
CRACK!
There went his left shoulder. Some kid decided it would be fun to toss him shoulder first one of the walls, then swing the metal chair at him. Trizen swung his head back to avoid the blow to his face, but his left shoulder caught most of it. Then a fist came flying to his gut. He bent forward in reaction, then came the chair the second time around. The wild haired sophomore was on the ground again. Those punks made sure Trizen remembered what he did to them, even if he himself didn't really remember. There were a lot of kids he beat down that day, though today was different. Today he would get it back to him. Today he would feel their rage and it hurt.
After more whiles of seemingly uncensored violence, one of the bigger punishers tossed the broken kid over a set of students and he managed to hit one of the corners face first before his body his the ground. He was in a bad position. He felt like his bones were broke, but he was pretty sure he had just dislocated his left shoulder and right leg. As much as he bled, he was glad he was in good enough shape to take the blows... well, most of 'em. He was still in a world of pain.
"No... this is all wrong... all wrong..."
'Who... is that?' Trizen couldn't really see. His eyes were swollen and his lips were as well. Talking seemed more like a chore if anything.
"Where is he, Bronco?" "I dunno! He might be around here somewhere."
Trizen was worried now. Whoever was near him would likely get beatings if they found him. The boy knew he had to find a way to protect whoever was there, but he couldn't really move let alone fight.
'Damn...'
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Adrian
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Post by Adrian on Apr 27, 2009 1:26:08 GMT -5
Adrian's fist would send Gabriel flying backward as planned, but suddenly, his vision would go bright white as he heard the explosion of a gunshot, and felt a searing, massive amount of pain course through his entire body. He felt things tearing, and things breaking, and he fell to the ground, cringing and limp.
He knew before he even hit the ground that he had just been shot, point-blank, by Stu's rubber pellet shotgun.
Adrian's eyes shot open as he exerted some of the last parts of his strength to roll onto his back, able to see the person to bring him down clearly, and hear the words he spoke apologetically. Adrian tried to force a weak smile, as a bit of blood trickled from the corner of his mouth.
"We... we do... what we gotta..." Adrian said, every word a chore, and sounding like an expression of forgiveness. "Don't... don't think... I won't get you... for... for th-"
Adrian's eyes closed as he slipped off into unconsciousness.
((OOC Note: It should be noted that, if Gabriel gets hit by that punch, with Sara not behind him, he will likely go flying into the wall for some extra ouchie.))
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Post by seishounohana on Apr 27, 2009 6:21:12 GMT -5
"Emily! Watch out!"
"Ryuu...?" Emily tore herself momentarily from the concentration on her attack and the first thing she saw was not Ryuu or anyone, but a flying chair heading straight for her. She didn't know where it came from, but hey -- chairs aren't very aerodynamic objects to be flying up so easily.
The clock was ticking, and every milisecond was important. Emily would let go of one of her fans and tried to catch the chair with the armrest. It would not hurt her much, considering that it was going against gravity and the aerodynamics of the said object didn't totally support upward movement, it would nudge her quite a bit, but not painfully so. Whoever threw this was considerably strong, and was someone she had to watch out for.
The chair in hand, she would use it's upward momentum, allowing herself to spin counterclockwise in the air with the chair and she would fling it towards Mr. Purple in an attempt to hit him with it. As far as Emily understood about telekinesis (due to her experience with Layla), it involved a lot of concentration and eye contact to lock onto a target. Moving multiple objects required even more concentration and eye contact, therefore it was either he dealt with the chair or he dealt with Emily. Fast moving objects weren't easy to control either.
She wasn't finished yet. Provided that there was no interference, she would (slightly painfully) land a good two to three feet behind (or in front of, should he turn around) Mr. Purple and, from a crouch position, try to use the now-opened fan to rub against the cement ground like a match. She had placed gasoline on the said fan, and the structure of the said fan was made so that it would allow Emily's previous Qi the ability to ignite it. Swinging the open fan upwards would spew a "wall" of fire towards Mr. Purple.
It was either he would be hurt by the flames or the thermal energy emitted by the said flames.
In Emily's eyes, this was just like when she was kidnapped a year ago. Not even Mathew was able to save her...
In Emily's eyes... Mr. Purple was Sean Barker.
In Emily's eyes... he made her a monster.
Psychological trauma is a beautiful thing.
If anyone's got a problem with my post, please PM me about it. ^^ I'll revise and/or justify as needed.
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Aternity
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Post by Aternity on Apr 27, 2009 18:03:37 GMT -5
Visions of pain.
Visions of torture.
Visions of demons.
Visions of death.
Each and every one of those made it's way into Thirteen, boring into her mind with impunity and without mercy. The pain was crushing, and even her mind was starting to shut down, and with it, it felt as though she was dying, and yet living at the same time. Such was the misery she was enduring. And not only that...
But it looked as if this place had gone to hell.
Literally.
In her dreams, and in the real world, a blast of fire arced across the room, generating a level of extreme heat that made the girl, already mentally uncomfortable, physically as well. If she knew she could do something about it, it was likely that she would. But who in their right mind would charge into a whirling wind of fire? Not her, she was still sane enough to know that.
Aurora shook her head. She wasn't going anywhere.
Not with that fire at least.
If she had her scythe, if only, if only. Then she could fight, and maybe if someone grabbed the sharp one from her house, she could decapitate that lunatic. No...what was she thinking? Killing someone was not in the right of fate. Fate did not command people to kill others, at least, not without good reason...was running the school in the wrong way reason to kill?
It was these questions that were driving her to insanity...
"Someone...? Anyone..."
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Ryuu
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Post by Ryuu on Apr 27, 2009 18:32:18 GMT -5
Ryuu saw Adrian's strike hit Gabriel's arm dead on, as Ryuu saw Gabriel hold his ground, but he was still sent sliding back a good foot from the blow, he could see Gabriel bite down on his lip to keep himself from screaming out in pain. "Go help Emily, I can handle this!" "But, I..." Ryuu began to say, as he saw Gabriel turn his head towards him angrily before focusing back on Adrian. "Alright... You better get through this!" Ryuu called back as he turned and ran the opposite way, to help Emily out. As soon as he reached Emily, he shouted out at her, warning her of the chair that was hurtling straight for her, thanks to Damien. "Ryuu...?" "Emily!" He saw her let go of one of her fans, as he launched a hook aiming at Damien's back. He saw her try to catch the chair with the armrest, once it was in her grasp, she used the upward momentum from it, which allowed her to spin counterclockwise in the air with the chair and attempt to fling it towards Mr. Purple in an attempt to hit him with it.
Ryuu would continue to keep Damien pre-occupied, in an attempt to let Emily's move commence uninterrupted, should it work. He then saw her land, albeit painfully, about a good two to three feet away from Mr. Purple, and in a crouch position, he saw her rub the now open fan against the cement ground, much like she was trying to light a match. He then saw her swing the fan upward as it spewed a "wall" of fire at Mr. Purple. Ryuu was so shocked by it, he actually paused in his attack, staring at the sight, before snapping out of his stupor, and continued his attack on Damien. Mr. Purple would more than likely be injured by the flames or the thermal energy emitted by said flames, though Ryuu did not know the full extent of his telekinetic Qi. Knowing this, Ryuu wouldn't confront Mr. Purple, though he could at least try to confront Damien.
He wouldn't allow Damien to hurt Emily.
He wouldn't allow anyone to hurt Emily.
He would keep and uphold the promise he made to protect Emily.
No matter what the cost.
(OOC: CON: 26)
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Post by Damien Kross, Jester on Apr 27, 2009 20:22:22 GMT -5
Ryuu wanted it? He wanted to pick a fight with a Pillar? Well, I'll grant his fucking wish. Afterall, a felt a little surge of anger from Emily's miracle dodge of the chair. I'd just have to exact my revenge on the new "Pit Champion."
He threw a right hand at me, but I didn't think he fully realized what he was up against. He may have won a silly little tournament and gotten a snazzy new coat, but I was a Pillar- a protector of the school- I was the motherfucking Jester- this shit was over.
With a right punch coming at me, I would show him the full defensive power of the Hapkido style. The style prided itself in defensive fighting and grappling, so I would give him a double dose. I would grab his arm with both hands, one on the wrist, one at the midway point between wrist and elbow, and turn, twisting it over my head. This would put me behind the young fighter with his arm twisted out straight. It was a classic hold, but a painful one nonetheless, especially when the hold was being wrenched as hard as I was doing it.
"You really should just give up and leave. Is fighting a Pillar really something you wanna do? You may as well go play in freeway traffic... You'll get the same end result." My words were cocky, but filled with a certain truth- a truth I hoped he would see the light in. If he persisted, I would show him the extent of my ability.
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Post by Mr. Purple on Apr 27, 2009 21:44:58 GMT -5
A sliding kick? Yeah... I would fall for that. I jumped backwards, getting out of range of any such physical attack Travis could launch. Now it was time to take care of that problematic chair. Did I say chair? NO! I thought chair...mind readers... I could sense it was coming, yes that was all thanks to my Qi, and these students clearly had not figured it out yet. Owell, they would learn the hard way.
I used my Qi to propel the chair faster and at an increased angle, but why you might ask? Simple, I was carrying this chair now, it was under my control and this said chair was going right on top of Mr. Travis. I aimed to squish him like a bug... I didn't care much for pests and this pest had over stayed it's welcome.
Emily would land in front of me like she was a graceful butterfly of sorts. It was alright, I knew she had tossed the chair at me, after all I watched Damien toss it up, and she had come from the same direction as the tossed chair, real rocket science was something this did not require. I knew just who my enemies were, as soon as Emily would land, I would increase the speed at which Matrim was orbiting me. With this increase in speed I would slam Matrim's body into Emily, on her right.
With a fluid motion I would then bring the chair, which sat upon the boy known as Travis, and slide it into the way of Emily's fire attack. I didn't feel like getting burned by this little girl.
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Post by Ryuu on Apr 28, 2009 1:45:01 GMT -5
Did Ryuu think he'd be able to win against Damien? Not in this moment. But that wasn't what Ryuu was aiming for, he was aiming to keep Damien distracted, so Emily would have no interference from him. He felt Damien grab his right arm with both hands, one at his wrist, one at the midway point between his wrist and his elbow. As Damien turned and twisted Ryuu's arm over his head Ryuu would wince in pain, even gritting his teeth, but no shout of pain would escape from his mouth. Damien was now behind Ryuu, who's arm was twisted out straight. "You really should just give up and leave. Is fighting a Pillar really something you wanna do? You may as well go play in freeway traffic... You'll get the same end result." Ryuu may have been in pain, but he still managed to smirk slightly, fighting through his pain. "Heh... For the record, I have...fought in traffic before, against Matrim. As you can...see, I'm still here." Ryuu managed to say in a low voice. "And my intention was never to fight you, all I intended to do was distract you, so Emily could do that," Ryuu motioned with his head at the "wall" of fire racing towards Mr. Purple, "Without any interference."
He saw however, much to his horror, the minute Emily landed, Mr. Purple increased the speed at which Matrim was orbiting him, and proceeded to slam Matrim into Emily, on her right, as he brought a chair up in front him, blocking the flames from reaching him. If Damien was distracted by this, Ryuu would proceed to try to wrench his arm out of the Pillar's grasp, but if it didn't work, either way, he had to deactivate his Qi, or risk collapsing from his body temperature dipping too low. Deactivating his Qi, the flames around his hands disappeared, as he tried to escape, not to attack Mr. Purple, he wouldn't win even if he tried. He just wanted to help Emily, make sure she was safe, that was all.
(OOC: Con: 26, Qi deactivated mid-post)
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Post by Damien Kross, Jester on Apr 28, 2009 11:05:42 GMT -5
In a flash came a blast of fire from my side, illuminating the auditorium in a bright radiance. Apparently, Emily had launched some kind of flaming attack at Purple, but part of me laughed at the attempt, knowing that with Purple's ability, nothing would come of it.
That's when I felt a sudden tug on my arms- Ryuu was trying to escape. Oh no no no no, not on my fucking watch. This guy came up into my house, up into MY shit, I wasn't about to let this punk bitch get away from me.
Keeping my hands securely on his wrist and forearm, I would move my arms up and to the left, twisting his arm to what would be a breaking point if I persisted. For this move to not be a breaker, Ryuu would be forced to bend forward to relieve pressure on his shoulder and elbow, the two body parts being effected by my attack.
His attempts to get away would be futile. Any move he made to interfere would only prolong the battle with Purple, and that was something I was not down for. Ryuu WOULD be taken care of, then I would proceed to assist Purple with bringing down the rest of the resistance.
"Ryuu, I am a Pillar. My job is to protect the student body. Right now, you are on the opposite end of the fucking line." I said as-a-matter-of-factually. "The school board is here to help, but still you fight against us. Where do you stand Ryuu? Do you stand as an anarchist who will willingly fight a just system? Or will you open your eyes to realize that WE are the side of order?" My words would hopefully get through to him. I knew I was quite the verbal speaker, and it was my sincere hope that this would impact him. Opening his eyes to the truth was necessary.
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Post by Ryuu on Apr 28, 2009 15:20:43 GMT -5
With Damien's hands still firmly secured on his wrist and forearm, Ryuu was unable to escape, no matter how much he tried. A sharp twist of pain would make Ryuu actually shout out in pain, as he winced in pain, his arm felt like it was almost going to break, but to relieve the pressure on his shoulder and elbow, Ryuu had to bend forward, as he continued to wince in pain. "Ryuu, I am a Pillar. My job is to protect the student body. Right now, you are on the opposite end of the fucking line. The school board is here to help, but still you fight against us. Where do you stand Ryuu? Do you stand as an anarchist who will willingly fight a just system? Or will you open your eyes to realize that WE are the side of order?" Ryuu, despite his pain, actually managed to let out a chuckle, though it was coupled with pain, as he continued to try to escape. "Heh, to be honest, I didn't come here to fight," Ryuu said in a low voice, but still audible to Damien, "I came here to talk to Mr. Purple, to show him that we're not going to lie down and take our school getting demolished and made into a damn mall."
A single bead of sweat ran down Ryuu's face, before dripping off his cheek, and landing on the ground, his eyes hidden by his hair as he continued to stay bent forward, as he tried to wrench away. "I never intended to fight Mr. Purple, or you Damien for that matter. I only intended to be a distraction, because say what you will about me, but I won't let anyone hurt Emily. I made a promise, and I intend to uphold that promise. I don't want to fight you, or anyone here. Let me go, I wouldn't fight unless I had a reason, even now, I still don't want to fight you. I know you're doing your job, protecting the students, and trust me, I'm not stupid enough to fight Mr. Purple, not with his powers." Ryuu, putting all his strength into this, would try one last time, to wrench his arm out of Damien's grip, all to try and help Emily, to make sure she wouldn't get injured.
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Post by THE Justin on Apr 28, 2009 23:08:00 GMT -5
Stu made it back to the Auditorium soon thereafter. Pulling the action on the shotgun, the shell came flying out. Grabbing it, pocketing it. He pushed the pump back, sliding a new round into the chamber. Holstering it thereafter.
He stood silhouetted in the doorway. Stu was the rescuer, it seemed, a job he did not have the last time shit went down with the school body. He bent over, and picked up Adrian, wrapping the boy's arm around his neck, hefting him upwards and holding him. He felt stickiness on the boy's right side, where the shotgun blast had hit. The balls had torn the skin, and very much pulverized the ribcage there.
Stu grimaced. He felt terrible of what he was forced to do, but Adrian was getting out of control... the Students shouldn't be fighting like this, regardless of their factional arguments. Stu hefted him, and outside, rounding the corner. He only took Adrian half as far as he had Sara, dumping him on the ground. He looked over at the fire alarm.
The glass shattered, the ink capsule that is used to mark those that falsely pull the alarm coated his hand in blackness. The sprinkler system kicked on, washing over him and Adrian, the blood that pooled gently (They were only minor wounds) washed away down the hallway.
Stu ran back, through the falling rain, towards the Auditorium, which would soon be turned into a pool due to its construction, intentional in all theater designs so as to be able to put out smother a fire that was on stage, or under the stage. Stu opened the door, and saw the fighting.
"YOU BLOODY WANKERS GET OUT! THE SCHOOL IS ON FIRE!"
A blatant lie. But Stu was pretty charismatic, and he made it sound like he was telling the truth. Who wouldn't believe him, with the sprinklers raging?
((CHARISMA CHECK!))
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Post by Gabriel Seran on Apr 28, 2009 23:13:42 GMT -5
He noticed Stu take with him the body of Adrian, thankful he hadn't taken Gabriel himself. Rather Gabriel moved onward limping back into the battle. His lower body exhausted but not out of the fight yet. It was time to finish the pillars and deal with Mr. Purple here. They had numbers though they were tired the crew would last till the bitter end her.
Gabriel's primary target was the pillar, Damien. The boy's witty banter was to get him killed one day why not now. Gabriel's footsteps marched across to brawl him head on perhaps stall long enough to give the others time.
A quick right punch followed by a left one soared in directed toward the face then the gut. "Coward!"
Strength: 48 Dexterity: 52 Constitution: 57 Wisdom: 11 Intelligence: 12 Charisma: 15
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Travis
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Post by Travis on Apr 29, 2009 11:11:06 GMT -5
CHAIR?!
Travis was knocked against the stage, as Mr. Purple forced it upon him with whatever powers he possessed. He felt himself pinned against the stage for a short moment, and he could feel the pain from the pressure of the chair was applying. Hell, Travis was in pain all over his body. But as he laid there, he couldn't help but wonder if there was some kind of trick to this. There needed to be some way around all of his attacks, some way to get in and hurt him for all of this.
But before Travis could really think on it he felt the chair start move, and then Travis was being dragged along with it across the stage. It didn't exactly feel good, and he wasn't sure how he was going to get himself out of this one. It seemed Emily had joined the fray, and now there was MORE FIRE!? What the hell?! Travis knew he couldn't stay here right now, or he was going to get even more crispy than he wanted to be. His arms would lift as he remained pinned against the stage. He'd drop them against the surface of the stage and as soon as they connected, Travis would no doubt send splinters and sharps of wood flying about.
Travis wanted to save himself, and he figured smashing a whole through the stage floor would give him a few moments rest as he'd plummet a few feet underneath the stage, and kick up all kinds of dust. He'd cough out and glance up, before swearing under his breath and pushing himself into a crouched position. Maybe he could catch him off-guard somehow. For now he needed to rest, if he'd manage to get any time to do so anyways.
Something has to work.. I'm gonna get this bastard.
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Post by seishounohana on Apr 30, 2009 2:19:27 GMT -5
This man was insanely quick, she'd hand him that. It didn't take a long time for Emily to realize just how difficult beating this guy would be. If anything, it was going to be a painful one. Matrim was slammed hard right on her right, sending her and Matrim flying away with great speed and momentum onto the wall. It didn't help at all that Matrim was a pretty big guy, and Em was a very small girl by stature.
She bit her lip in pain as Matrim's body pushed against her sides against the wall. Emily could've sworn she heard her ribs breaking by a bit, and she knew that this would not be a good sign at all. Internal bleeding was a bitch, but not if she could help it.
Pulling Matrim away, she would wince as she did her best to stand up and she would drag Matrim to the side, where he would be safer from the center of the fight.
She activated her Qi, but the blood was already flooding her abdomen. It was too late, it would stop the bleeding, but it certainly was enough to cause her to pass out -- and she did.
"... I'm... not... done... with you... Sean... Barker..."
From where she stood, she now fell flat onto the ground and unconscious.
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Matrim Gallagher
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Post by Matrim Gallagher on Apr 30, 2009 2:30:53 GMT -5
After hitting Emily Matrim started to come to a little, confused by everything that happened. When he finally regained consciousness he was off to the side, and looked over to see Emily. Matrim got up, his head hurt and his hands were damaged badly from blocking Travis' kick, but Emily had been hurt and priority took over. Emily was Matrim's friend even if she opposed him in this, so he said out loud so Damien could hear, "I'm taking Emily out of here, I was dead weight anyway. Make sure nobody kills Purple, Purple, try not to kill anyone unless necessary... for me, ok?"
Matrim saw Emily bleeding out of her mouth, Matrim picked her up carefully, his hands feeling pain as he did so. She was in his arms and his left hand tilted her head towards his shoulder so she could spit up the blood and not choke on it or anything. He wasn't sure how bad her injuries were but carrying her out in this fashion was better then leaving her here. He looked over to see Ryuu fighting Damien. He wanted to fight, but some things came first.
"Don't worry Emily, I'm gonna get you out of here....." Matrim said and took off to the exit, taking himself and Emily out of this fight. Trading pieces on opposite sides of the board so to speak, leaving the rest of the chess pieces to duke it out as he made his way to the school nurse. She would need to get to a hospital, but the nurse could apply first aid immediately, and they could call an ambulance that way..... and Matrim could get his hands and head checked out as well.
(If you want we could continue this in another thread? Or the aftermath of this or something. I don't know, random ideas.)
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