"Shorty thinks he's tough..." (Adrian)

[Jeremiah Sykes]

Jeremiah started, jumping a little as the school bell blared throughout the halls. He sat on a bench, havng napped away the first part of the day without much care. Normally he was moving or acting, doing something, but today was a day for apparent boredom to strike the young Sykes. He stood, stretched, and stepped forward, bringing up his leg and planting the bottom of his boot to the skull of a young passerby, crushing the skull clean through the wall. The boys face registered a moment of surprise, then pain, then went blank as his brain shut itself down. Jeremy stood staring at the body as it hung limp in the wall, wondering for a moment why he felt the need to do that. Usually he was a very passifistic person, but upon looking over at the kid had the most violent, unresistible urge to hurt him.

He looked around himself, then began to walk slowly away, trying to find that small burst of anger and what triggered it inside him. He shrugged as he walked.

Oh well.

Not like anyone really gave a damn in this place.

He went to the back of the line at the small store that the school had, waiting his turn so he could buy himself a drink to clear the sleepy taste from his mouth.

[Adrian]

Adrian was on his way from one class to another, decked out in his coat and looking as average as he usually does when dealing with the day-to-day tedium that doesn't involve punching somebody's brains out. However, it would seem that someone had taken care of the bashing of brains for him already, as he passed by a student that was twitching from having his head kicked into a wall.

Adrian's brow furrowed, and he looked down the hall, spying the huge bald motherfucker he had seen many months before. Jesus, did this guy ever stop hurting people?

Adrian was trying really hard to care about this kid. Really, really hard. That way, if he gave a shit what had happened to this kid, then he would have a good reason to actually confront and beat down this big guy after all.

Fuck it. Reasons are for peasants.

Adrian calmly walked behind the guy, his casual stride and lack of any seemingly personal intent wouldn't give him away, until he was a few steps behind and off to the left. Quickly, he would act, kicking out with his right foot into the back of Jeremy's left knee as the taller male would be stepping with his right, which would send him down to one knee. Adrian would then step forward again, and swing his left fist in a hard hook, straight into the temple from behind.

If that succeeded, Adrian would kick again with his right foot, a straight foot into Jeremiah's back in order to send him sprawling into the floor.

[Jeremiah Sykes]

Jeremaih felt a sudden pressure on his knee, knocking his joint out of place and bringing him down. He wasnt startled, but instead was calm, thinking only one thing.

'Here we go again.'

He turned his upper body left, making to rotate around and face his attacker. Instead he saw a large fist cock back and swing for his face, and, without the physical ability to block, did the only thing he could. He tilted his head downward, planting his chin into the crook of his neck above his collarbone. He slammed his skull forward, headbutting the fist as hard as he could. It stunned him, causing him to stumble to his feet shaking his head. The fist would be very likely to break, though if the guy was tough he probably could deal with some sore bruising. He let out a little breath before focusing on the boy, trying to get his mind off the dull, hard pain in his skull.

'Why do i keep doing that...nobody wins with a headbutt...'

He was finally able to see his adversary and frowned. It was Adrian Hanlon, the boy from before. He didnt know what he did to piss this short fucker off, but now that he was in pain, he too was pissed, and would be forced to tear the guys head from what little neck he had.

He took off his jacket, students clearing the area.

"Big Mistake Hanlon- Now i'm gonna have to kick your ass."

He threw his coat at him, lurching forward after doing so. If the coat hit him, Adrian would be distracted for a moment, Giving Jeremiah time to wrap his meaty left hand around the boys neck. He would then begin to headbutt him repeatedly, as if he learned nothing, all the while screaming in his mind:

'NOBODY WINS! NOBODY WINS! NOBODY WINS'