"Who said i had any personal interests?" (Open)

[Jeremiah Sykes]

Jeremiah poked his head through the hole, looking around with a cocked eyebrow at the scenery of the Computer classroom. His body was outside, his head being in the building, and he found it quite interesting. He sniffed, detecting a small trace of smoke to the air. He stepped over the threshold, ducking under the school "police" tape and walking around the rubble. He kicked over a few stones, grunting a little at the damage to the property. Over in the corner sat the body of a student, likely the one who had lost this little bout, totally unmoved from his position. It was funny, really, since a teacher was the one who likely placed the tape yet didnt take the time or energy to at least see that this boy got some much needed medical attention.

Jeremy walked over to the boy, placing a hand at his neck. A faint heartbeat. He grabbed his arm and bent over, easily lifting the young man and carrying him fire-man style at a light walk, like he was casually doing this. Kids moved out of his path as blood dripped from his injured passengers fingertips, and people didnt want to be around the man who probably did it. This place seemed to only grow more violent, and though he had seen people trying to put down small pockets of destruction, it seemed to him like killing fleas on a dog- one at a time. They multiplied faster then they could be put down. He pushed open the infirmiry door, nurses coming over and leading him to a bed where he gently lay the kid down.

One of the staff looked over at him, giving a small smile.

"Thats the eighth kid this week you have brought to us Jeremy...Why you doing this?"

Jeremiah looked over at her, and at all the empty beds that sat there. Despite all the fighting and carnage, it seemed that everyone was intent on the state hospital, away from thier peers, rather then coming to the place closest to them. He turned his back, speaking as he walked away.

"Someone has to."

People, such as her, often mistook his carrying students there as a sign of affection or that he cared- perhaps, deep down, he did. But to him, it wasnt so much that he was helping them as helping himself. He didnt like coming to school jsut to see bodies littered everywhere. So, he took them out of his sight so he didnt have to put up with it. He wiped the blood off his jacket, exiting the infirmiry. He had changed in a week- since he had left, at least. He had disappeared for reasons of his own and came back with the answer he sought, and felt better for it. He hadn't talked to bix since then but, after seeing that she moved out, didnt really want to. What she did was her own affairs.

He found the note she left him, releasing him from her service, and to be honest he was glad for it. He hated being attatched to people on a personal level, and had that relationship continued he doubted he would have been able to keep the walls up for much longer, especially after what he had shared with her. He climbed the steps to the second floor and walked to the back, to a classroom that had an open balcony made for astronomy. He looked around, and thinking that nobody was really paying attention, walked inside and closed the door behind him. The place was empty, as he made sure before he walked in, so he stepped through the rows of desks and opened the large window, stepping out into the cool afternoon air.

The balcony overlooked the large courtyard, and the students below seemed not to notice the large mass standing on the outside of thier building. He put his hands in his pockets, closed his eyes, and exhaled.

'Mmm...Spring.'

[Gabriel Seran]

A riot was breaking out again, amongst the courtyard. A large mass of students brawled over the simplest of things. It was like setting a fire in the woods when water hadn't been plentiful, yes Gabriel was at fault for this one but he was proving a point the powers above could not stop the coming. They could only slow the process but at this rate it was as if a snowball was rolling down hill only growing with momentum, there would be no stopping it now.

Gabriel emerged from the crowd flanked by crazed students out for blood. Not his but each others. Walking up towards the school entrance to the infirmary. People would need to know where to go once it was over. Gabriel's eyes set on a rather large man. He looked like he certainly was built for the fight, as if their life nearly revolved around the thing.

Gabriel moved to his side, not saying a word merely sighing taking in the air and acting as though the fights below was just an unamusing spectacle. Bodies would be piling up soon. It would eliminate the weak from the strong. Darwinism...

[Jeremiah Sykes]

Jeremiah turned, his hulking figure looking over at a male who stood near him. He remembered him, faintly, but couldnt quite put a name to the face. He recalled that this fellow was the one who called him to the meeting some weeks ago, and to little avail .He had texted him more recently, wanting his appearance at another group meeting he regarded beneath him. He didnt answer summons like a dog, and he never would. He didnt work for anybody, and he certainly wasnt about to obey some prick who thought he could and would rule the world. Let him play by his own damn rules and come to him if he needed something. Jeremy stared at him for a few long moments before his baratonic voice uttered four simple words.

"Can i help you?"

He didnt know why the guy was near him or was even here in the first place. In truth, though Jeremiah planned on making the guy come to him, he didnt actually think he would. Perhaps it was just a coincidence, or perhaps a well thought out plan, but they were utterly alone, and jeremiah wasnt fond of it.

Being alone with other males led to fights, and he didnt want to get this guys blood on his shoes.

[Gabriel Seran]

Gabriel turned with an amused look, "Well now that you're so fond of asking yes you can..."

A very cocky tone to his voice, things had progressed along the pathway to his victories ahead. Gabriel didn't fear a good fight, he didn't even mind a bad one for that matter. All he was looking for were more soldiers willing to take the plunge against his enemies or even for a fight at all.

"It seems as if you've been avoiding me, get your ass kicked around the block enough times to give up." Gabriel didn't laugh he didn't care. He was searching for the thumbscrew to use to press this man to the edge. From the edge there was nowhere left to go but back, or over and human's rarely went over lest they had nothing to lose.

[Jeremiah Sykes]

Jeremiah turned to face him fully, not threateningly, but calmly, his shades covering the stone cold, blue eyes he held. Jeremiah Sykes was a very intimidating figure, and could cut regally into any mans visage. Of course, he knew that there were others out there who felt themselves the biggest and the baddest, and by this guys mocking tone he could assume that he too was that way. Jeremy rolled his shoulders, pausing for a moment after the kid finished.

"Look pretty boy, i know i'm good looking, but stalking me aint gonna get you in my pants. I just don't go that way."

His own tone was mocking. He knew that this guy wasnt here for that reason, so instead of waiting for him to respond with a snappy remark, he went on.

"Idea. Instead of standing there posturing, how about you cut to the fuckin' chase. I don't avoid anyone, i just don't give a damn about you- theres a difference. If you think i should then try and change my mind or leave me alone."

He wore his natural attire- blue jeans, white Tshirt, black leather jacket, shades, boots, the works. It wasnt as if anything had really set him off- but that he was generally tired and wanted to be left alone by everyone. Finish high school and go away, disappear.

But no.

Someone always had to come in and pick a fight with the biggest man they could see.

And, of course, Jeremiah was usually that man.

[Gabriel Seran]

Gabriel laughed lightly, he never took the guy to be gay but then again there were those people who often covered up their insecurities with overly powerful facades. Perhaps it was just one of Jeremiah's traits he was given. Gabriel shook his head amused.

"All right then lets make it interesting," Gabriel said pulling out a wad of cash looking to be around a good $2000 dollars. What person carries around that much especially in a dangerous school like this?

"You beat me, you can have this, and you're peace" Gabriel paused sliding the bills into his pocket once more, "You lose, You are going to have to play along to my little game..." Gabriel didn't play for chump change he played to win.

[Jeremiah Sykes]

Jeremiah had to force himself not to laugh. Money? This guy was seriously offering him money. He reached up, taking off his jacket slowly.

"Trust me when i say that, no matter how much money you got, you need that two grand more than i do."

He tossed his jacket off to the side. He didnt say how he knew that Gabriel would need that more than him- he just knew. He was the sole owner of the entire Rockafeller fortune- well over one hundred billion dollars. Did he use it? Not really. Did he need it? Nope. Still, regardless, he had it whenever he wanted. For some reason, an image of that young football kid, Adrian, flashed into his mind. He rolled his shoulders and exhaled slowly. He wasnt interested in cash, but he was definitely interested in peace. He flexed his knuckles.

"You keep the cash- i'll take the peace. I win, you never, on any circumstance, talk to me again. I don't just want a simple moment of alone time without you breathing down my neck- I never, ever, want to deal with you."

And once that was said, he reached up, swiftly picked off his glasses and tossed them out the window, beginning the brawl with a quick offensive. Ninety percent of fighters were constantly defensive, and though Jeremiah was better in the defensive stance, he also knew that surprise was a virtue and a gift. He took two sudden steps forward, throwing a hard right punch for the front of the kids jaw to end the fight before it even began. How would that end it?

Front of the jaw.

Hello.

Knockout point anyone?

[Gabriel Seran]

Gabriel laughed in silent agreement unable to respond quickly enough before the tank came at him full force sending a fist to his upper jaw. Gabriel reacted swiftly in ducking down and using his left fist to drive the fist farther upward. and with a twist of his waist Gabriel would spin full circle round and would aim to drive his elbow into Jeremiah's ribs. WIth the low body Gabriel would soon after drive his thick head up into the underbelly of his foe's jaw.

laughing he'd reply shortly, "Sounds fine"

[Jeremiah Sykes]

Jeremiah could hardly keep up- suddenly the head was there, then it wasnt. He frowned slightly, but a sudden connection of force and pain brought his head downward. Acting as the elbow hit, he whipped his right hand down since Gabriel so kindly pulled it twoward him more, aiming to grab the hair of his adversary. This would be made all the easier by the fact that Gabriels back would be toward Jeremiahs arm, making the snatch unseeable. The fates would also work in the behemoths favor since Gabriel decided to lurch upward to smash his head into his chin. He was quite tall, so this kids pushing upward would put a lot of weight on his feet and legs, making his center lower.

Now, if the grab for the hair worked, Jeremiah would use his right leg to sweep the feet out from under Seran from behind. He would use that grip as well, hauling in a diagnal way- down and to the right, making the sweep effective at putting Gabriel on his back. Now, trying not to think about the hard, dulled pain in his now bruised Rib, Jeremiah would plant his left knee on Gabriels chest and, using his left fist, begin punching the boy in the face, pulling back on the hair to expose his face.

[Gabriel Seran]

Hair grabbing? Gabriel shot up expecting to deal damage and move though it seemed as if Jeremiah didn't flinch at danger. Good that made him dangerous, also stupid. Gabriel grinned lightly at the tug of his hair. A foot swept under him catching him in a falling motion, with the slight moment of suspended gravity while Gabriel remained in the air his arms would loop around his foe's neck pulling in his head to Gabriel's shoulder.

If all worked out well Gabriel would not be going down alone though Jeremiah would be coming down on him, an unfortunate plight though necessary. If things did not play out as well it would simply mean Gabriel would be dangling lightly from Jeremiah trying to apply pressure to choke off the boy's life.

[Jeremiah Sykes]

Jeremiah was a big boy, and he knew it. It gave him the opportunity to end things when in a ground and pound, and he usually ended things quite effectively- not to mention bloodly. As the arms wrapped around his neck, his own force pulling down on Gabriel would be his moment of triumph yet also his undoing- for though he did indeed get the kid on the ground, his tactic would cause him to go as well. So, rather than wait to see what this kid was gonna do, He slammed the boy into the ground, then lifted his left leg of Gabriels body. So, no instead of hanging off the side of his opponents form, he would be in what was known as a "full" mounting position. Its true that his head would be trapped, if for a moment, under Gabriels arms, but from the position Gabriel would have to shift his arms under to even get any sort of choking hold.

Rather than wait for the boy to realize this, Jeremy slipped his left arm upward, pushing it through the opening at the crook of Gabriels right elbow. On the inside of that crook was a pocket of tendons and nerves- Jeremiah would use his thumb and press, hard. This would cause a stunning pain for his opponents body, and with the pressure would likely be forced to release his grip on Jeremiah. Though this boy was strong, Jeremy knew a persons body, and regardless of what you got whysically your nervous system was your nervous system. Then again, jeremy didnt know just how much pain the boy could handle. The pressure and agony would grow as seconds passed- how long could Gabriel last?

IF, by chance, gabriel did release his grip, jeremy would release his on gabriels head and would use that hand to sit up, pressing it against the ground. His left hand would jump over to the kids chest, pressing down in order to prevent him from getting up and attacking or wrapping his arms around jeremiahs body. Jeremy would then sit up straight and use the right arm to grab Gabriels neck and squeeze, aiming to cut off his air and choke him into unconsciousness.

[Gabriel Seran]

Gabriel was pinned at this point being thrust hard into the ground with violent force. His tendons gripped hard and the muscles squeezed violently against the force. His heart rate increased but rather than going into panicked breaths they were lapsed and a sick look filled his eyes. One of passionate bloodshed, he was going to destroy this man and make him remember the name.

With Gabriel's legs open to use he would bend in an arch backwards and lace them about Jeremiah's waist before locking and squeezing with all the strength so that now though he had position Gabriel would have a submission hold. With the same arch going Gabriel would pull, using the leverage he had to sway his arch much like a rubber band till he was able to shift the blunt back of his head back into Jeremiah's face. A reverse head butt.

If he was to release Gabriel he'd make for the distance again before pushing at the offensive once more. Time was not a thing he like to race and while momentum was on his side he use it to his own advantage.

[Jeremiah Sykes]

OOC((I want to continue this, though im not exactly sure of what you did or how you did it. I will, however, continue anyway, and if i do anything wrong feel free to let me know =D ))

Jeremiah, being in the top dominate position, wasn't anywhere near willing to let it go. He didnt know what this boy planned, so, rather than wait, he would use his right arm to throw several powerful blows to Gabriels open ribcage. As this happened, he felt legs wrap around his waist. Rather than wait to see what happened next, Jeremiah reached under Gabriels body and grasped the boys shirt, holding on to prevent him from being thrown off Serans body. He then began wiggling his head, aiming to loosen it from the hold. Lucky for him he was Bald, and therefore had no hair to grab. It also gave for a slightly slick surface, making it easier for him to move it when grabbed.

Suddenly both his hands would come around to Gabriels Biceps and push up and away from his head as he jerked his head away, hoping to free it from the grasp. Should he do so, he wouldn't try choking again- if he Did, he would only be giving Gabriel his arm. Rather, he place a hand on Gabriels chest with his left hand and rained an elbow down with his right, aiming for his opponents face. He would alternate blows with his left elbow and right elbow, hoping to crack or break bone.

[Gabriel Seran]

Gabriel took a swift blow to the face but inched as it made impact. The blow reopened a scar over his right eye revealing a quite sinister gash running down his eye. He got to his feet and smirked before his next move.

The boy certainly had potential. Aggressive and painfully irritating to boot but Gabriel would never let that get the better of him. Rather than be beguiled to the boy's level he'd slink away from the fight not bothering with such tactics. His body would pulsate with intensity as he'd attempt a charge at the man than at the last moment shift his body and avoid the defense aiming to grab at the back of Jeremiah's shirt. With a quick yank he'd pull the boy in close enough to shudder a word.

"Bix was your master once, I remember that, now I am your Dark Lord!" Gabriel shouted in a dark voice in his ear before trying to throw him to the floor in a violent yank.

[Jeremiah Sykes]

Jeremiah's eyes kept thier determined look as Gabriel backed off. The behemoth could smell the blood he had drawn, could taste the metallic crescent. He wanted more. As Gabriel shot in, Jeremy's eyes flickered- this kid was far too fast. He hated fighting dwarves, he could never keep track of them. He centered his gravity as he suddenly felt a grip on his shirt. He pulled his upper body forward, preparing to counter the obvious jerk, when words suddenly shot through his brain, causing instant shock. Dark Lord? He did not answer to Dark lord. Dark Maiden is what he answered to. He would not be controlled by some self rightous, concieted fool who wished to try and move him into fear.

'I am not yours to command boy.'

He threw an elbow out, hoping to connect with the gash on Gabriels head. If the blow connected, Jeremiah would feel a hard, sharp pain through his stomach that would drop him to his knees. His hands would come up over his stomach and he would groan deeply. What was this?

'You are his.'

'No...Dark Maiden was the key!'

'He is a male, and therefore what he has said will suffice for our bargain. Look deep- you know this.'

'NO!'

'Yes.'

Jeremiahs pain doubled and redoubled, until, finally, he turned, like a dog on his knees, looking up into Gabriels eyes with hate beyond hate. Someday, he would kill this boy. But for now...for now...

"Master."