First Adventure Through the Halls of Doom (Open)

[Arkady Awren]

Arkady had finally arrived at the main entrance of the school which many had feared so much. Fights and shenanigans were a norm, or so he had heard. He had already been the victim of violence on his way to school, he got stabbed and he wasn't even in school yet.

"Finally! I've finally made it and just can't wait to meet someone new!"

He entered through the main door with mass amounts of confidence and a smile on his face. He walked through his new school with no fear and such a big smile, his eyes were held shut by his upper lip.

Let's just hope he doesn't accidentally bump into anyone EVIL!!!

[Patrick O'Connor]

Too late...

Patrick had been having the day start out as usual, Horribly. He was in his typical terrible mood. He was not happy and the world sure as hell knew bout it just by the look on his face. He wore a terrible grimmace that was laced with anger at life and just about everyone. It also had hints of pain though he would never let that out sober. The world had been tough on him and so he was tough on everyone else. He had learned that there was no morality through the actions of societies, only rules of what not to get caught doing and even then if you had enough money then you could get away with anything. So Patrick knew that nothing really mattered. If you could get away with it fine, if not, why not give it a shot?

Patrick didn't care about his life or anyone elses. All he cared about was to keep his mind off the pain of existence and others away from him. To do that Patrick built up his reputation by crushing everyone who screwed with him. He was a new transfer here so no one knew that simple fact yet. He wanted to be known as a monster, why? So that others knew well enough to stay away. Not sleeping of late Patrick was on a short fuse. Almost anything could set him off. And as he stood the hall brooding he felt someone walk into him. More importantly the contents of the bottle that he held in his spilled out on the floor.

Patrick couldn't help but feel anger as his lifeblood fell onto the ground. Anger was the only thing that rolled over him. His first action was to swing around and try and connect the partially filled bottle that was held in his right hand at the side of the kid's head.

Regardless of wheter he connected or not the kid would view the on edge Patrick for the first time. Of his facial features he would particularly note the scar that rand down the right side of his face, bisecting his eye. He would also note the white bandanna that was tied around his head, keeping his red hair out of his angered green eyes. On his chest Patrick wore a black tanktop and on his legs a pair of khaki cargo shorts.

With a thick Irish accent Patrick would growl, "Ye Bastard"

[Arkady Awren]

As Arkady ventured through the hall he came to the unfortunate incident of crashing into another student... When he made contact his smile dropped into a mild grin and he went into 'counter that shit' mode. He already got sliced this morning so he was prepared to counter things already. His gut was hurting, but not bad enough to cause any serious damage if he stretched things out.

Especially if your in a school filled with violence, you're going to be ready to be swiped at just by looking at someone. Next thing he knew his reflexes kicked in and he parried away the swiping bottle with one hand and delivered a strike to the armpit in a quick succession.

"Ye bastard"

When a strike connects to the armpit specific nerves lock up in the knees, knocking the opponent off of their feet. After making his strike he'd back off and go into proper stance.

"Sweet! I'm liking this place already!"

[Aternity]

Alone, alone, and holy crap, was it nice for once. Normally an extremely social girl, Aurora had been out of it for awhile...not because of a bad mood, but hey, even she liked a little piece and quiet to herself on the very occasion. The problem was, fate and destiny were fickle beings, and whenever she wanted something in particular, fate felt the situation necessary to give her the exact opposite of what she really wanted. Oh well...

Maybe she should try reverse psychology sometime...nah, fate wasn't easily tricked.

Fate this time planted her however in the middle, rather the outskirts of a brewing fight, between one Arkady, and a boy she hadn't met before. She couldn't see it, be damn could she hear it, there was anger in the air from the one attacking, and without her scythe, it was more than enough to send Aurora on her way, hoping to pass through without too much...if any attention being drawn to her.

It appeared to work...

Maybe.

[Patrick O'Connor]

The kid parried his bottle. The fact that the bottle had not hit wasn't terribly suprising. Over years of fighting it out on the streets and watching fights Patrick learned one thing from the begining of fights, the openning attack never hits. There were a few valid reasons as to why this never happenend but none of them really appealled to Patrick. Given the oppurtunity Patrick was more likely to prefer the second attack, which was usually more effective. Whatever though you couldn't always get your way right?

Well Patrick had come up with ways around the first move fumble as he liked to call it. After years of fighting he realized that you shouldn't usually go all out in the first attack. This while a mildly different case held to similiar standards. The bottle went above the head in the kid's parry where it would stay as Patrick knew to stop the attack once it had been foiled. The kid's next attack would well not go as planned. The kid did have some skill, yes but Patrick could clearly see and read his moves, of course at the beginning of the fight that was easy, while as the fight moved on it would become more difficult. As the kid went to attack his armpit Patrick merely brought his left hand across his chest and pushed the kid's arm out to Patrick's right.

As this had happened, fractions of a second afterward Patrick would then attepmt to bring the bottle, which was in his right hand and over the kid's head now crashing down upon the newcomer's head. Unless the kid had his arms above his head the bottle was likely to come crashing down upon his head, slightly on the rights side as Patrick had not stopped his movement directly over the kid's head of course. The Irish teen was not down however. Taking a step forward with his left foot, using the right leg to propel himself forward as the power leg Patrick would withdraw his left arm and attempt drive it into the kid's sternum, driving him back and maybe knock the air out of him. Ideally of course getting hit in the head with a bottle would ideally knock him out but Patrick knew that was not likely the case and was at least hoping to cause some damage and maybe get some blood flowing into his eyes.

[Arkady Awren]

Arkady's strike proved counterable after all and his opponent was ready with an intricate strategy. But strategies were just another way to disappoint yourself when they fail. Even through this angry compensation of self assuredness, his plans were easily thrown out the window.

As soon as Arkady was pushed aside and an attempt was made on him again he easily wrapped around his opponent from the front. One arm pinned Patrick's left down to his side and the other arm grappled Patrick's right down to his side as well, the bottle falling and breaking pointlessly on the ground behind Arkady. His legs, while his upper body was working, would wrap around Patrick and his heels would meet up with the back of Patrick's knees to cause them to buckle. The buckling of his knees would cause him to fall, but the extra weight on his torso would make him fall backwards.

Everyone likes hugs...