Damn boredom... damn it to hell! (Tash)

[Victor "Break" D'Armond]

Break sat alone on a bench in the quad. of course here it was just called "open space" but dammit, it was still a quad to him. His faux hawk blew gently in the wind, he had gelled it enough times in the past that it simply held its shape on its own now, and thusly could be moved by the wind. He pulled his cigarette from behind his ear and lit it, taking the first puff. He liked the begining puff more than anything else about it. Dreams, they where called, tasted like it too, almost had a chocolately taste to them. He let the smoke flow from his nose as he took the cigarette away from his mouth, holding it lazily in his right hand. He looked around the campus. a few kids, backpacks in tow, looking almost as bored as he was. "Mcfuck... stupid school..." he said. His eyes cast to his notebook sitting next to him. He picked it up with his left hand, putting the cigarette back in his mouth he inhaled and pulled out a pen with his right hand. he flipped open his binder to a random page and started scribbling on it.

When the winds blow from a summer day
passing into fall as the leaves fall and sway
when the world turns as it does between sun and moon
and the call of the school bell rings far too soon

that is when the bloodshed should start
where everything rips free, burst from this heart
maybe its wrong, and maybe its right
but regardless of either, I'll still win this fight.

He wrote it down and laughed. What a stupid poem. Back home he called that "bro po" which of course meant "bro poetry" as in, stupid things him and his friends would sing when incredibly drunk, or they'd all just have a laugh about it and call him pussy for writing poetry. then he would soundly kick the shit out of them for calling him a pussy. Man he loved his friends. he missed them too. San fran was nice, but it was no SoCal thats for sure. he put the poem away with a laugh, pulling out his phone he started texting an old friend, reminiscing on good times. "ready to call me a pussy? cause I'm ready to deck your stupid ass... more bro po fo sho sho" was what the text read. One thing he didn't miss, the dialect. It was funny, and fun, but speaking normally here in san fran was a nice change of pace.

He pocketed the cell phone, looking around, he wasn't particularly waiting for anything or anyone, but maybe if he waited long enough the butterfly effect would kick in and something cool would happen. or something destructive... or a combination of both... hopefully both...

[Tash]

This was just not her day.

Her car was in the shop, having its suspension realigned because of that bus driver's epic fuck up and so she'd had to walk to school, all of her most boring classes had been today, and some idiot had just slopped coffee on her pants leg while rushing down the hallway. She was humming with pent up energy. Maybe she needed to do one of those primal scream deals. That sounded good right about now. It wasn't that she was in a violent mood: that kind of violence was never Tash's thing, but she was most definitely more than a little frustrated with no way to let any of it out. When she got like that she tended to feel like a caged panther, pacing along the bars and waiting to be challenged. Halfway down the hall she caught sight of Break sitting out in the quad. From the look on his face, he seemed to feel the same way she did about today. He picked up a notebook as she approached and wrote a few lines of something in it, then laughed to himself, fired off a quick text, and stowed the notebook.


"Poetry? Love letters? That's cute, Break. Didn't know you were the type."

She calls out as she nears him, a cocky smile on her face. Honestly she had no idea what was in the notebook. Maybe it was just a to do list or a homework assignment, but she felt like pushing today, trying to get a rise out of someone. Nothing serious, a harmless jibe. He'd get that of course, and probably, hopefully, not be truly offended. But she was hoping, judging from the fact that he seemed to be in a similar edgy mood, that he'd take the bait and run with it. God she needed something to waste her excess energy on.

[Victor "Break" D'Armond]

Break took another deep breath of the cigarrette, flicking some ash off the tip. suddenly from the distance he heard a voice, husky and familiar. He turned to see Tash walking his way.

""Poetry? Love letters? That's cute, Break. Didn't know you were the type." she said as she walked toward him

Break looked her up and down, again the girl from the rave. she had a coffee stain on her pants, and she seemed a little frazzled, if not simply frustrated, not unlike himself. He chuckled and smiled his friendly smile. "god forbid I try to think up some lyrics for the band right?" he said back, not showing the little chill that went through him whenever his poetry was questioned. then he got up, not wanting to make her walk all the way to him. "besides, maybe I just feel cute today, I wore my nice pants..." he said with a laugh, playfully pointing at the coffee stain on hers. He was a bit edgy and he got the same feel from her, but she was a friend... and he really wasn't offended at all, he knew she was joking. Maybe a friendly taunting match was all they needed to get their extra energy out. or maybe she'd be up for a friendly tussle. she seemed like a tough girl, and victor certainly wasn't a sexist. he put the cigarette out and stomped it on the ground quickly. "so what are you up to? you seem a bit... stressed" he asked

[Tash]

"Yes, God forbid. What a heinous crime."

She replies, glad she'd caught that she wasn't really trying to insult him. As he points out the stain on her pants, she snorts and crosses her arms.

"Well they were nice pants." Tash didn't really own nice pants. Oh well. Not the point. She could tell she'd guessed right: he was as tightly wound as she was. "What are you saying? I got no class? Coffee stain or no, I kinda like these pants. I think they're classy."

One eyebrow arches challengingly, daring him to disagree. Times like these, disagreeing was fun. Nothing like picking a fight with a friend. And, oop, of course. He had to ask. Sarcasm booming away, full throttle, she replied.

"Well, now that you mention it, yes. I have a sick car in the shop that's going to be taking a hefty bite out of my paycheck. It's also going to take two more days to fix. Naturally, I have been in better moods. The only thing that's going to make it even better is a SoCal boy writing love letters. Makes me all warm and fuzzy inside."

[Victor "Break" D'Armond]

"What are you saying? I got no class? Coffee stain or no, I kinda like these pants. I think they're classy." her eyebrow flickered, break smiled, laughing a little to himself "they're nice pants... classy... hard to say, but they look good, I'll give them that" he said with a joking smile.

"Well, now that you mention it, yes. I have a sick car in the shop that's going to be taking a hefty bite out of my paycheck. It's also going to take two more days to fix. Naturally, I have been in better moods. The only thing that's going to make it even better is a SoCal boy writing love letters. Makes me all warm and fuzzy inside."

Victor laughed out loud at this one, a boisterous but soothing and beautiful laugh. "well I'll have to write you one then... and don't be bitter about SoCal, its got its rought spots, but its still home to me in my heart" he said, his melodic and rich voice resonating a honest note of pride. "let's see...

SoCal boy on a quiet afternoon
Runs into NorCal girl, stopping for a swoon
They both look the other way
Mocking comments seem to say:

Away from me, back off outsider
but still he writes a poem for her
a stupid thing, off the top of his head
she may think its stupid, may wish he was dead

but in the end the boy means well
hopes her car isn't getting too much hell
knows they've both seen better times
and so springs forth the inspiration for ryhmes"

he said it all off the top of his head, not thinking about it for a moment, just letting the free verse come. "I love improvising songs" he justified quickly after realizing he had just recited poetry that he made up on the spot. and god it was awful. oh well, it was out now. He chuckled and grinned. "is that good enough for you? hope you're all warm and fuzzy" he said, actually rather nicely, backing off from the mocking tone of before. He enjoyed a moment of comfortable silence before saying:

"you need something to get the edge off like I do, huh?"

if there was one thing victor was good at... it was speaking his mind... dammit

[Tash]

She laughs, despite the bitter mood she's in. He's good: a much better lyricist than herself. Her specialties are harmonies and riffs. The restless energy is coming back again and she's tapping her Doc Marten clad toes.

"Usually I'd just get blazed when I get stressed like this, but I decided I'm not going to bother with that shit this week. And if I say I'm not then I'm not, you know?"

A shrug. And a little smirk as she elbows him teasingly. To be honest, she liked that he was straightforward. She was the same way and couldn't stand it when people sugar coated things and beat around the bush. Politics was such a waste of time: she'd never understood the appeal. "Warm and fuzzy, yup. Just like the panther pacing around in my skull." Tash quips. It sounded poetic, but really that's the way it always felt when she got like this. A big angry cat snarling and pacing in the back of her head, its tail lashing angrily in the pit of her stomach. She laughs ruefully. "Yeah, that's about right. Something to blow off steam. Kitty wants out of her cage. She's kind of angry. Doesn't work out so well for me: I suffer the side effects."

[Victor "Break" D'Armond]

Break liked the physicality, the friendly nudges, the straightforward tone, he knew regardless what the band did he and tash would probably be tight friends.

"Yeah, that's about right. Something to blow off steam. Kitty wants out of her cage. She's kind of angry. Doesn't work out so well for me: I suffer the side effects."

Break couldn't help but laugh a little. "you're kidding... a panther huh? I always imagined a lion in my skull... thats pretty funny... great minds think alike I suppose" Victor laughed then motioned toward the bench, that they should sit. "Sounds like you could use a good party, but not the blazing sort... if you're off that for the week... I know how it is, always gotta keep your promises, especially to yourself" Break said, his deep blue eyes getting a bit wistful. "we could get a bunch of alchy and get really hammered" he laughed, then got a tad more serious "or we could go find something fun to do... theres gotta be something fun to do, its a big city" He said with a smile. "I'm not really from around here, as you very well noticed, you would probably know whats fun to do more than I would..." he said. then the thought came to him one more time. "or if you want, I'm up for a friendly tussle, I've been in too many serious fights lately... I just wanna start a fight club with a few friends and have fun fighting again..." he mentioned off key. then randomly: "no blazing, thats cool, but you wanna cig? could calm the nerves" he asked.

[Tash]

"Lions and panthers and beer, oh my." Comes her response, paired with a wry smile. "But seriously, I'm fine. Thanks for asking, though."

She sits on the bench Break had formerly occupied, leaning back and stretching out catlike. Even though she doesn't focus her bright green eyes on him (not that he could tell anyway, her hair is so wild today, it danced wildly in front of her eyes right now. ah, yes. where the wild things are...why, right here, of course. right here.) she's listening closely and blows out a frustrated breath of acquiescence.

"A fight club sounds like the most brilliant idea I've heard in a long while. Merda, that would be perfect."

Now she turns her head to look at him directly. Those crocodile eyes are gleaming again.

"Are great minds thinking alike again?"

[Victor "Break" D'Armond]

"Are great minds thinking alike again?" she said

his usually friendly smile became more of a smirk of well knowing. "probably" he said with a small laugh. "but who all would be in? would we wanna keep it secret? blah blah blah" he said, humoring her with a talking handmotion. "I don't know that many people here yet, I don't know who likes to fight like I did at my old school... might you have some people in mind?" he asked, looking around. so many boring faces, nameless peoples who he didn't know... maybe he never would. He played with the thought of having another cigarette... but he was trying to cut down, then a random thought struck him. "I can only think of people I Don't want in the fight club... and we gotta keep gang kids away from each other... I don't want good sport to turn into bloody rumble just cause someone saw the wrong someone else there..."

[Tash]

She nods in agreement, fingers tapping the concrete bench as she ponders the issues he puts forth. It's a good idea, not just for the adrenaline junkies, or for those who just needed to blow off some steam sometimes, but for someone who might be new to the school and who wasn't so good at defending themselves. It would be good for experience and confidence. It was all a matter of weeding out the rotten apples, separating the wheat from the chaff.

"What about a place? We'd need a place, too."

She adds, then returns to mulling over the problems he had presented before. It was hard to think about, since that pesky panther was, by now, kneading its sharp claws incessantly into the back of her mind. She could feel the resulting tension knotting up and down her spine.

"It would have to be like the book. Like the movie. Invitation only. That's a screening process in and of itself."

[Victor "Break" D'Armond]

"It would have to be like the book. Like the movie. Invitation only. That's a screening process in and of itself."

He nodded then mentioned "Thats how it was at my old school, me and 5 friends that all just got together on the weekends..." he trailed off. sitting on the bench he felt the slight gusts tussle his hair as he thought. "as for a place I actually have one in mind..." he said, his eyes growing sharp, with a little gleam in them. "late enough at night you can almost use anywhere..." he said. "that and we'd probably want to change the roster around... you and I would be there everytime... cause we run it, but we could invite different people each time we did it... and we could do it like... once or twice a week depending on how popular it gets" he said crossing his right leg over the left, his foot begining to tap in the air. he looked to Tash, this was a fun conversation but... "of course, we can sit here talking about it all day, but neither of our nerves are calmed at the moment... maybe this conversation is left better for when we're a bit more clearheaded" he said, jumping up to his feet.

[Tash]

She nodded again. Finally, an idea she could really get behind. It wasn't that she advocated violence, but at this school and with the way her temper worked, that animal in her head, it might not be such a bad idea. Since it would technically be 'friendly fire' it might even be fun.

"We'd have to make sure the pairs were evenly matched and all that. But what the hell. We have forever to work out the details. That can happen later, over pasta or drinks. Or both."

Comes her response with a grin and a toss of her head that sends her shaggy mane flying. She crouches down and reaches into a side pouch of her bag to pull out a strip of leather set with buttons at each end and wrap her hair in it, keeping it out of her long lashed eyes. The aforementioned jade hued jewels cast their gaze shrewdly around the quad. It was pretty much empty. School was over and hardly anyone stuck around after the bell rang. Even most of the teachers bailed. So it was odd enough that they were there in the first place. No one would be patrolling around looking to get them in trouble.

She rose from her crouch by the bench, her motions so far deliberate and measured, making her appear deceptively heavy, weighted, and slow. The black wings tattooed on her back rise and fall as her shoulder blades shift. As she rises, she keeps her knees bent, weight balanced mostly on the balls of her feet as she swings around to face Break, her torso angled slightly to present a smaller target. Elbows bend, fingers fluttering slightly to release tension and increase blood flow, the last a little peculiarity of hers she'd developed over the years. She pins him with that lazy crocodile stare and waits.

[Victor "Break" D'Armond]

Break listened to her response, suddenly intrigued. "pasta and drinks... oh my, we've only known each other for hardly a day" he laughed his deep friendly chuckle. He watched her get up, pulling the leather band out and tieing her hair back. His eyebrows raised in curiosity, he looked her up and down once while she was faced away from him, she was actually pretty attractive for all of her eccentric style. his eyes caught the angel wings on her back. He looked up and down their raven length as far as he could, the fit her well. once again great minds think alike, he used to always want a tatoo like that, but never found a good enough reason to get it, he was no angel, and he knew it. that and he simply wasn't one for hugely dramatic physical representations of his inner thoughts like that. not that he thought the wings where that... but he knew thats what they would be if he got them.

her movements where slow and weighty, and in that instant Break felt a need to scan the area, no one else was around. The final bell had rang only a little while ago, and everyone was headed home to more important things. just him and her, here in this quad. No one would be even close to being around for a bit. His eyes flickered as he watched her turn, graceful as a cat toward him, her flicking fingers caught his attention and suddenly her weight was on him, pinning him back down onto the bench he was just on. Her green eyes gazed into his deep blue ones. He smiled friendly, never taking his eyes off of hers. everyone at this school had green eyes it seemed. "you know..." he started, his rich voice melodic and sweet "I'm not sure if you're trying to fight me..." he said, thrusting his hands out onto her waist, he used his much greater strength and weight to roll them so that he was on top. "...or if you are coming on to me... but either way... I like it" he finished, his smile never fading, his eyes never leaving hers, their faces where close.

[Tash]

"Friends and co-workers are allowed to discuss joint endeavors over lunch, aren't they?" Comes her response as she makes her move.

She lets him roll her. He's stronger and fighting back would be pointless, only wasting energy. Her right arm she bends at the elbow, bringing her hand up near her shoulder. Right now, especially judging by his comments, he's not trying to hard to keep her pinned and though he's on top, his weight isn't fully on her and her legs are mobile enough for what she has in mind. Provided he doesn't catch her at it. Their faces are close, she can feel his breath on her skin. It's warm: laced with cigarette smoke and isn't at all unpleasant. Big blue eyes. What was it with running into blue eyed boys lately? She wondered offhand as she raised her chest slightly in her belly up position, brushing against his chest. He hadn't pinned her arms, so she snaked the left hand up, brushing his cheek with her fingertips, big lucid eyes thoroughly hypnotic.

"I dunno. You tell me."

She answers him rhetorically, lips close enough to his cheek to feel the warmth. Cat eyes, crocodile smile. Then simultaneously, she moves her left leg and her right arm, her intent being to curl in at the knee and bring her leg up under his stomach and ribs to push across as her right forearm aims to buckle his left elbow. If she succeeds, it will flip him again, rolling him to her right. If this seems to be going well, she will spin her legs around to seat herself in a crouch again. The left hand that formerly held his face will wrap around his neck or his shoulders as he flips and use his own momentum to pin him to the ground at her feet where she crouches.

However, there's always the chance he could catch on, and formulate a defense to keep him on top, in which case she could bring both legs up, which would at least keep him from pinning her flat. Curled legs had a lot of potential leverage. She could also try and get a hold of his neck with that mischievous left hand which would give her a little bit of a bargaining chip. If all else fails, her free right hand might be available for a sucker punch to the side, just below the ribs. She was no muscle bound body builder babe so body shots weren't ever her move of choice, but the area she'd go for was tender on anyone and it was better than nothing.

[Victor "Break" D'Armond]

Break smiled as he looked into her eyes, something inside of him actually worried for a moment about having bad breath, another something told him to just go for it. he would have followed that impulse but she beat him to it, he felt her fingertips brush against his cheek. It was something so simple, but he hadn't felt something so simple and genuine in a long time, it was always just a rough touch, a friendly gesture or a hook up. "I dunno, You tell me" her husky voice said. he remembered the first time he had heard that voice, a third above his own.

And in moments he was on the ground.

He laughed, he laughed hard and smiled, of course it was a trick, stupid of him to think otherwise, she had him in a pretty good hold. "gotta admit, you really had me going there for a moment" he said with a laugh, she had him in a good hold, but now he was kind of pissed, added on his already poor mood he was ready to cause some hell. he felt her arm on his shoulder, that was a pretty good place for it. still she had nothing on him strengthwise, or weightwise, though he was begining to suspect she was probably a bit smarter than him, if not at least less naive. she was crouched over him, a crouch was a poor choice for holding someone down as it requires all someones weight to be put into their toes. He shoved hard with his arm that was being held down, to throw her off balance, he would then lift his other arm, grabbing hers and pulling her to the ground with him, to which he would follow up by manuvering around her as she fell to get behind her wrapping his legs around hers, and his arms around her entire upper torso, not forgetting of course to wrangle in her arms first. he would end up wrapped around her and on top of her in a difficult to break free grapple, it wouldn't hurt her at all physically, just immobilize her