Stupid Neighbors (invite)

[Sylar Silverberg]

Sylar had gotten school fairly early due to a lack of sleep. He hated his next door neighbors. They always had a party going. Sylar had called the cops twice on them to attempt to get them to quite down and neither time did they actually do anything. They just kind of shrugged it off and went to the party. Was that even right of them? It didn’t bother Sylar to much because he would plot some sort of revenge to get on them. It would be cruel but he would figure it out. He always did.

Sylar walked in to the school and noticed that all the classrooms actually had classes going on. Why would they do that? Why would anyone want to get up this early to go to school. Sylar would still have been sleeping in if it weren’t for those stupid annoying neighbors. Sylar started to walk down the hall. He was hoping to find somewhere to sit and have a nice time to plot. Hopefully he would. He finally found a bench not infested with people kissing on it. He sat down and grabbed his pen and paper out of his bag. He labeled his paper.

Ways To Get Back At Annoying Neighbors

He then started to jot down names.

[Sara Quinn]

Sara tripped getting out of the cab. Ya. Tripped. How much did that suck? It was the stupid crutches. They made getting in and out of cars hard because they got caught on the seats and stuff. With her injured knee, she now had to cab it school everyday. That only pissed her off more. What the hell?! Today, she was here early. Well... Earl for Sara... Classes would have already started. Everyday, the damn cabs came late and she got to school late... Like lunchtime late... Not that she cared. She didn't go to class anyways. But it was the principle of the matter! So today, she had called the cab early to get to school on time... And what did the cab do? It shows up 2 minutes after she calls... D<

She let out a growl of frustration, whacking the cab with one her crutches and then turned to make her way into the school, ignoring the yelling of the cab driver behind her.

The bottom of one of her crutches caught on her sweat pants, and they almost fell. She tripped again trying to pull them up, letting out a growl of frustration as she looked around to find a place to sit. She just wanted to stop walking on these damn crutches. She walked... or... whatever you did on crutches... past what felt like a million benches crowded with silly students making out and fooling around. Dammit. Couldn't they see the injured girl looking for a place to sit!?

Up ahead, Sara noticed a bench with only one student sitting on it. She breathed a sigh of relief and hobbled off to it. As she approached, she realized the student was engrossed in writing something. Well that wouldn't do. Not on her watch. She lifted one of the crutches, and slammed it down hard on the bench next to him. She waited for him to look up. When he did, she would smile wickedly at him. She just liked causing shit. Today was not a good day, and what better way to release frustration then to start a fight. Or try to... No one would hurt the injured girl would they? "Move the hell over boy. Now."

[Sylar Silverberg]

Sylar was in deep concentration. He had so many ideas to write down when he heard something slam next to him. He looked over and saw a crutch. He followed the crutch up to the girl and saw that she had a wicked smile on her face.

"Move the hell over boy. Now.”

Very demanding for a girl in crutches. It seemed as if she probably got herself hurt for the way she talked to people. No worries, Sylar knew how to let me down gently. He looked at her while continuing to sit there.

“And who the hell put you in charge? I don’t give me seat to anybody. I don’t care who they are. So either sit down and shut up or leave. Got it?” Sylar went back to writing down. Not really caring whether or not she said anything else. For he meant what he said. He was there and she could go fall in a ditch for all he cared. If she did start to speak again then he would tune in. if not he really hoped she got the picture and left.

[Sara Quinn]

Sara's expression went from one of anger to shock. It was only for a moment though, as a smile touched her lips. Ohhh... Little boy thought he was big eh? She chuckled and dropped down next to him, laying her crutches to the side. He had balls. Nice. Not in a sexual way. It was rare that people stood up to her. Especially now. She had now made a name for herself. She knew almost everyone. Almost everyone knew her. She didn't know this kid though. He must be new.

She sat next to him, smiling at nothing in particular. The way he talked her just... tickled her. Made her feel all bubbly. God, she was nuts wasn't she? Ah well... It wasn't all bad. She looked down at what he was writing, her lips moving as she read it.

Ways To Get Back At Annoying Neighbors

Well wasn't that interesting? She leaned back and laughed. "You know that comedian? Dane Cook? You should break into their place and steal their remote batteries. Drive them nuts for years." She laughed at her the memory of that video. One of the funniest things she had ever seen.

Her laughter died into chuckles. "I'm Sara." Something about this guy made her wanna bother him. Might have been the way he talked to her. Made her feel welcome. Yes. Sara was crazy. Absolutely bonkers at the moment. Best not to piss her off <3

She kinda hoped he did snap at her again <3

(( OOC - Srsly... Dane Cook B&E? Epic stuffz... go look it up ppl )) <3

[Sylar Silverberg]

Ok. Sylar was officially getting pissed off. First this girl thought she was tough, and now she thinks she can just introduce herself and everything be fine. She obviously had another thing coming. He was debating whether or not to throw her down the hall or just yell at her again and hope to god she got the picture. He sat there for some time before finally speaking again.

“Ok. Why the hell do you think you can walk in here, yell at me to move, read my stuff, and think for some bizarre reason everything is going to be perfectly fine? In this world it doesn’t, so if you don’t mind will you get up and scram. NOW!”

Sylar was going to sit there and continue to write. He hoped for the girls sake she did just get up and leave. This sara chick was already driving him up the wall. He had been at school for five minutes and he had to meet her. Was everybody at the school going to be like her? If so then Sylar was in for a long day. Even though he hated her for it he wrote down the idea. It would be something interesting to do. He hadn’t stolen anything for quite some time since he left L.A.

(OOC... I know. one reason i went with it. I love Dane Cook)

[Sara Quinn]

The smile never left her face as she stared ahead of her. Boy thought he was big. That was HILARIOUS. Oh man... Was she going to put him in his place. Fighting? With her injury? Not a good idea. But her day was going pretty badly, so did she care much? No. Very simply, she didn't care. It might have made a difference before the kidnapping, and the brutal training, and the other GREAT stuff, but now? Her hand touched the crutches next to her, running along the cool metal. Nope. She didn't care.

She shifted further away from him on the bench, closer to her crutches which rested at the end of the seat. "Well... I'm sorry for bothering you then..." Aww.... Hurt Sara was hurt... <3 Why couldn't someone enjoy a good fight as much as she did? It made Sara sad to think that no one would accept her just because she liked a good scuffle. Although that wasn't entirely true. She had met her closest friends through fighting. Matrim had broken her ankle when she had first met him. Travis had knocked her out... what... three times? People needed to be more open, loosen up some.

Weren't you most relaxed when you were asleep or something? Oh well >3

She slowly grabbed onto one of her crutches, shifting it so she was holding onto the thinner end. Her movements were slow and calculated. Didn't want to alert him did she? And then, still sitting on the bench, she swung the crutch at him, aiming for his head. She put all her strength and speed into it to catch him off guard. Common. One quick Knock Out. Show the little bugger who's boss.

Plus... If he wasn't knocked out right away... He would fight back Not good...

[Sylar Silverberg]

Ok. She was leaving. She was sorry for bothering him and she was leaving. Why didn’t she fight, he would have loved that. Sylar couldn’t remember why she wouldn’t if she could. He tried to remember but couldn’t. Sylar noticed that there was no movement from anything. It was dead silent which meant the girl hadn’t moved. He looked over to her and saw that she had used her crutch as a weapon.

*SMACK*

The crutch had hit Sylar in the head. It gave him a bloody nose which was better than a knockout. Sylar’s first day was looking up. He brought his hand up to his nose to try and stop the blood. It wasn’t going to stop. He stood up and let the blood flow out of his nose.

“Ok. That wasn’t very nice. First you bug me then you attack me. I have to admit you got some guts kid.”

Sylar knew that she was probably older than him. That doesn’t mean he was going to hold back. Sylar ran at the girl and noticed that the other crutch was unoccupied. So instead of running at her he ran for that. If he got it he would smack her with the handle in the head in attempt to knock her out. If not so successful then he would more than likely have his back open for an attack.

[Sara Quinn]

>D HAHA! Sara burst out laughing as blood poured from his nose and he stood up. EPIC! That was sooo funny! He thought she had guts? That was nothing! Sara wrapped a hand across her stomach as she laughed harder, the other hand still holding on the crutch she had hit him with. Oh man... That was great. She felt so much better now <3

His sudden movement as he ran at her caught her attention and the laughter stopped immediately, leaving only the sick smile on her face. He wasn't running for her though. His angle was slightly off. He was running for her crutch. Interesting. He was going to attack the poor little 5'2" girl with an injury that was so bad she needed help walking... with her own crutch. Wow... If there was time, she would have applauded him. Now THAT was what she liked to see!

She let him grab the crutch, and as he swung it down towards her, she brought the crutch she was holding above her head, one hand placed on either end of it. It would block the handle coming down on her head, her arms reverberating from the force as she brought the crutch to a stop.

She smiled up at him between their weapons, from her sitting position on the bench. "Violent aren't you? Don't I get a name?" And then she would lift her uninjured leg, and slam her foot out as his crotch. YUSH! Sara's day was never complete unless there was a crotch shot <3

[Sylar Silverberg]

While still looking at her through the crossed crutches Sylar saw her smile. She wanted a name. That very second a movement caught his eye. It was her leg. What was she planning to do with it? He noticed it was heading for his crotch. This won’t feel too good. He jumped back but her foot still ended up sack tapping him. That was even worse than if she would have hit him full on. He took a couple steps back and took a knee. Still holding the crutch he didn’t dare let go. He continued to look at her.

“Sylar.”

That was all Sylar said to her. He didn’t feel like moving but he also didn’t want to lose a fight, especially to a girl. Sylar stood back up and began walking back over to where she sat as if he had been defeated. Just slowly he walked to his back pack. When he was close enough Sylar grabbed the crutch full grasp and thrust that bottom part in the direction of her face. Hopefully he caught her with her guard down.

[Sara Quinn]

Sara lowered the crutch as he dropped to his knee, a large smile on her face. She leaned forward, resting her arms on her knees as she chuckled at him. This guy was interesting. Very interesting. There were a lot of people who fought in this school. None who seemed to enjoy it. He... didn't seem to actually hate it. A sweet, innocent smile touched her lips. "Well Sylar, nice to meet you."

She watched him pick himself back up. Sara had to admit, she was feeling quite proud of herself. Mhm. First thing in the morning and she had already gotten in a nut shot. <3 Good for her. That was like a new world record.

She watched him out of the corner of her eye as he moved back to his bag. No one let themselves be beaten that easily by a girl. Especially an injured girl. He had to be feeling her most recent attack. He had to be angry. It made her smile. He couldn't be done yet. No way...

He moved very suddenly. She couldn't dodge this one completely. But she could use it. The bottom end of her crutch slammed towards her face. She flinched back, the edge of it hitting her cheek. She hissed in pain, moving into her attack immediately. He was going to regret that. That would bruise. You don't bruise a girls face.

She grabbed a hold of the bottom of the crutch and tugged it forwards, hopefully bringing him just slightly closer to her. The hand closest to him reached out, palm open. One touch was all she needed. She moved quickly, slamming her fist forward. Literally, one touch... Couldn't be that hard... >3

She would touch him, and the moment she made contact, a faint greenish wind would flow over body, swirling just above her skin. There would be a small booming noise, and he would be hit with a tremendous amount of force, sending him flying away from her by a good dozen feet. It wouldn't hurt him. The landing might, but not the attack. She let go of the crutch at the last second. She hoped he would drop it, but she wasn't going to take the chance that he would pull her with him. The green wind would remain, flowing softly over her skin as she smiled. This was fun <3

[Sylar Silverberg]

Sylar had hit her. Finally he had hit her. He gave a faint smile. This was mildly entertaining for him. He felt a jerk on the crutch and noticed the girl pulling the crutch. Oh crap, she was getting ready for an attack. Did she really think he was going to just let her pull him in. If so then she was wrong. He let go of the crutch and stopped where he was. He seemed far enough out of her reach. Unless she hobbled over to where he was. Otherwise he seemed safe.

Sylar wanted to end this fight but how. How would he end it, then he remembered something. Most people had crutches for a reason. Something with their leg was messed up. She used her one leg easily enough to try and kick me in the balls. So it wasn’t that one. Perfect.

Sylar ran at the girl. It was more of a jog. When he was in reach he swung his leg to kick the leg she seemed to never move. If this worked she may have been out cold for the pain would be immense. Unless she foiled my plans. Then I don’t know what was going to happen.

[Sara Quinn]

Ok, so the boy was smart enough to let go of the crutch >3> Good for him. Truth was, she would have been a little disappointed if he hadn't, as much as she would have loved to see him go flying down the hall. She would just have to catch him at another point in time with her qi. Simple.

He ran at her and she readied herself. She didn't know what he was planning, but he seemed to have forgotten that she had two, 4 foot long metal crutches. Who was smart now? >3

She leaned forward where she was sitting, her hands closing around the crutch she was holding, and the moment he got in range she would life her arms and swing the crutch like she was holding like a baseball bat. At the last moment he lifted his leg as thought he was going to kick her. Oh-ho. He was going to go that far with trying to injure her? Right. She swung with every ounce of strength she had.

There wasn't much she could do if her attack missed, but the chances of it missing were slim. The crutch had a reach of 4 feet, was swinging in a wide arc, and he was now on one leg. With him standing on one leg, if he was hit with her crutch, he wouldn't have enough balance to stay standing and he would drop, most likely ending the kick at her ~poor injured knee~ And that would be perfect. She really didn't need her knee injured any further.

OOC - Qi disrupted; No activation; No stat boosts

[Sylar Silverberg]

Oh crap. While sylar was about to kick the Sara had swung her crutch. That wouldn’t end well. The swung crutch hit sylar in the gut and he went down. He had lost all balance and crashed onto the floor.

“Wow. Are you enjoying this as much as I am?” Sylar put as much sarcasm into that question as he could.

Then Sylar saw a perfect opportunity. Now that he was on the ground he was closer to her knee. The only problem was what if she followed through with another attack as I was on the ground.

Sylar kicked his leg with as much power to the back of her leg. It was still the injured one. He needed to end this soon. If it was successful then she would inquire immense amount of pain. If not sylar may have left himself vulnerable.

(OOC sorry, little short)

[Sara Quinn]

“Wow. Are you enjoying this as much as I am?”

"Smart ass, of course I am" Sara replied sweetly as she smiled down at him. This guy was becoming more and more intriguing to her. It had been a perfect hit and he had crashed to the floor. Now she would just bop him on the head with her crutch and knock him out- OMGNOWAI D<

She rammed the top part of the crutch, the part that goes under the arm, downwards at his neck as his foot connected with the back of her leg. She just needed to hold him in place while she dealt with the pain. Then he was going down. One way or another, he was going down. She was done playing.

She let out a cry as her knee exploded in a shower of intense pain. He had kicked her leg, and the sudden movement had hurt, a lot. She leaned forward where she sat, her face contorting in pain. She supported herself on the crutch, which would be digging into his neck, hopefully cutting off his airflow and pinning him to the floor. She angeled her body away in case he started thrashing. Didn't want to be hit again right? If it worked, she would continue.

A few deep breaths, and she was ready. She forced her eyes open to look down at him, a sick smile on her face. "Heh... You have guts. But you're going to regret that..." Pushing down harder on the crutch, she got to her feet, putting all her weight on her uninjured leg, and turned to face him. She was going to knock him out now, and would get more power standing then sitting. She appreciated his ruthlessness, but she needed a rest now, and she was only going to get it when he was knocked out.

In a quick movement, she brought the crutch up and slammed it back down on his forehead. The force, would hopefully be enough to slam the back of his head into the floor, effectively knocking him out.

[Sylar Silverberg]

So she liked the fighting. What a psychotic woman. He liked her already. He felt the crutch on his next. Suddenly there was a lot more pressure on it. He looked and saw her standing. So she was using her full weight to pin him. Sylar was suffocating from the weight. He wanted to kick her in the injured leg bit couldn’t. he thought about how he liked her and didn’t want to cause her more pain. Not in her crippled leg at least. He felt nothing on his neck and refocused on the crutch. He saw it coming for his head. He rolled over to the left and quickly stood up. Ok, now was the time to toy with her. He went up to her and looked her in the eyes. He did it so she could see his but far enough away so he won’t get hit.

“What happened to your leg anyways? Did you lose a fight?”

I continued to jump side to side to be on the defensive. He was done attacking for the moment. He just wanted to see how much he could get out of her.