new begining? (mathew)

[Bastille]

Rain had drenched the school for weeks. Thunder and lighting had started yesterday. It wasn’t unusual for San Francisco, California to receive such a typhoon like weather system. Rain hammered the school like rocks and it was no surprise umbrellas weren’t much help in this foul weather. But Bastille had lived in London and was used to rain as if it where a sunny day. Crimson hues looked from side to side, the right eye slightly bluer then the other. She was searching for the right building her now long hair soaked to her shoulders. She stopped a moment…


(slight flash back)

She woke up in the hospital, ok so many times had she done this? She looked to Homi at her side who was watching her eagerly. She was so drugged Homi seemed to have three eyes. Homi touched her forehead. “lets take some time from school ok?...this time you got it bad…almost lost the eye…” she said calmly and went to find a nurse when the pain began to kick in again. such a terrible head ache…

(end)


She looked around and saw faces, yes many faces. Some she recognizes, others she did not. Her feet began to move again and she continued on her way into the biggest set of class rooms. Her mind didn’t think over much and her face looked rather curious. She entered the building and shed her coat onto a row of coat hangers. Very Japanese…a couple of students stared a moment or two at the two swords she wore on her belt. She then turned and flicked her hair over her shoulder and walked further down the hall with a single book in hand. Ironic is was a bible…but Bastille had no need to actually read it, inside was a hollow clump of pages that held her vicodin. She wondered suddenly if Amtrum was here…and if blaze, unfettered, Gabriel all joined them. She hadn’t understood what happened back at 259 but all she knew was after finally getting back to full fencing caliber she finally made the move of to san Francisco.

She ignored the thoughts as soon as they came up and walked towards a window to glace outside her eyes staring down at the other students rushing through the rain.

[Mathew Amtrum]

Mathew stood outside in the drenching rain. The ground was little more then mud after the recent rain storm the last few days. His boots sunk slightly in to the soft ground. His body was soaked, water dripping down his hair as he stood there breathing heavily, several other kids littered the ground. People that thought being a transfer made him easy meat. People that didn't respect his title as Student Body President. That was one thing that Mathew couldn't tolerate, those that disrespect their betters. Flicking his hair to the side he sneered at the fallen kids.

"Next time if you plan on challenging a pillar, at least make sure you can fight like a team. That was just pathetic." He said spitting on the ground next to one of the kids.

With that he took his leave from the fallen children, stepping on one, digging his foot in to the kids back, as he walked off to the main building.

Pushing open the doors he entered, his eyes scanning around him waiting for attack. It wouldn't be the first time they had tried to jump him. They had their work cut out for them, these children had no respect for their betters. They didn't seem to understand that the ease in which the former pillars were dispatched was a sign of what was to come.

For the most part he ignored the other students, caring little about what they were doing, at the moment at least. He was more concerned with catching an incoming attack, he expected many of those until they eventually became used to their rule. It was as he scanned the crowd that he saw her. It had been a while but he knew that figure, he knew that scent. His lips pulled upwards in a smile as he decided that there was no way he was wrong. Bastille, a girl who had declared her love for him, not only him, but such details could be worked around.

His course changed, his feet taking him to the young woman that he hadn't seen in quite sometime. Despite that Mathew intended to act as if nothing had changed, like nothing ever changed. Putting his arm around her, whether or not she saw him he would lean down and put his lips to her ear, pressing against it slightly as he grinned.

"Long time no see Bastille." He said in a soft whisper, just loud enough to be heard by the young woman, his lips brushing against her ear as he spoke hoping to make a shiver run up her spine. It would be nice to see just what she did. If she ran, if she fought, or if she embraced him. It would be very interesting indeed.

[Bastille]

Her body shuddered violently and she in took a quick breath on an “ick” sound. Upon the whisper she would turn and go to slam her bag in her hand into the face of the person who has grabbed her. She would twist out of the embrace and fully around then seeing the familiar face of Mathew Amtrum.

“oh…” she said quietly her eyes returning to a monotone shade. Her injured eye twitched slightly and she touched the scare across it, now fading.

She dropped her hand and grabbed the bag with both hands while she stared at him mutely. She was wet again…and longer hair meant longer to dry.

“forgive me…” she said and bowed her head lightly. Oh yes, Bastille didn’t have time to play tag with him anymore, she was still living in the last days of 259 as far as she was concerned. She felt as if she was time displaced. She looked around at the other students only a moment before returning her gaze to Amtrum.

“saves me time…” she muttered lastly and continued to shake a little bit trying to get over the shiver that had gone through he body. She couldn’t help but feel hopeful for in those months of recovery she had worked very hard to get over her feelings for Amtrum, it seemed like it was working. In fact, she was almost glowing inside at how she didn’t feel the normal sense of warmth. She would however keep all this knowledge away from Amtrum…she still intended to take him up on a certain offer he had made a long while ago.

“I hear your student president…” she said picking the line off a student who was whispering near by about them.

[Mathew Amtrum]

OOC: ED set null 1/3 140% backlash 0/2

IC: Mathew didn't even blink at getting hit in the face, he was always being hit by her. It wasn't that big of a deal. The bigger surprise was when she asked him for forgiveness. He couldn't help but let out an amused chuckle. She seemed to have grown up a little bit at least if she wasn't running away from him. That was always a good sign.

"Yeah I am elected, well sort of." He said with a grin as his hand moved to cup her face, raising it up to get a better look at her. That was when he saw the faint scar around her eye. Suddenly his mind went to the scar on his own face. From his right eye down to his lip. It felt tighter all of a sudden, he knew it wasn't, it was just that he was thinking about it. Still it was a shock to see her like that. Obviously it wasn't new, but it was new to him. At least he had never seen it, and he knew he would have remembered something like that marring her face.

He rubbed his thumb over her scar looking at her a small frown on his face. He wasn't sure if it was because her beauty was no marred or if it was concern over her. Maybe both?

"What happened? Who did this to you?" He asked, his tone grim. Given the chance he would find who did it and take care of them. She was his property and no one damaged his things.

[Bastille]

Bastille closed her eye as his finger came towards it. She would let him touch her but when he asked she gently pushed his hand away. She looked down for a moment then back up. She turned quickly and shot a hell fire glare at the students watching. She returned her gaze to his. She didn’t want to tell him it was her sister getting desperate and whipping out a grenade. It was rather lucky she escaped the brunt of the blast, only her face and various places on her back had been burnt. She would raise one hand to touch it and then she would open her eyes.

“im not sure, I woke up in the hospital drugged to high heaven, last thing I remember was eating lunch a few weeks earlier and slowly im getting memory back from after that, all I know is the doctor told Homi it was as if I ran through a burning house…im fine though...it was pretty cool to wear an eye patch for a while, I called myself unfettered for a while...some of the kids around town believed me for a while too..”

It was meant to be a joke but was marred by her bored tone. She blinked a couple of times to keep her eye from getting twitchy on her. She would then point to his.

“so how did you get that then?!” she would say turning the subject. Her getting distracted by a school feud and getting taken advantage of by her sister was not a subject she liked to openly discuss…besides Mathew didn’t even know the chic.

[Mathew Amtrum]

"I see...." He said, letting her push his hand away. Placing it by his side with a frown. He didn't believe her, he didn't trust her. He never trusted her. She had always been pigheaded and stubborn. Determined and defiant, always looking for any victory over Mathew, no matter how small. He didn't trust her, but he would let it drop. There was no point in pressing the matter, if she didn't tell him the first time then anything she told him could be a lie.

She quickly changed the subject to Mathew's old scar. One that he had acquired when he was 13 years old. It amused him, it had been a long time since someone had questioned him on the origin of that scar. It had been a long time since he had thought about Alexander and his first gang.

"I haven't told you this story?" He asked grinning and leaning in pressing his forehead against hers. He debated kissing her, as always just taking what he wanted, but he didn't quite want things to go back to normal. It was a new day, and he would have to restart her training, in more ways then one.

"I will tell you what, I will tell you for a price. Give me an offer." He said still grinning as he looked in to her eyes.

[Bastille]

“how about I give you the biggest adrenaline rush of your life in exchange for the story?” oh it was back to games was it. Yes yes, well she could play sharp that way. She had come up with many more alternatives rather then regiving up her freedom. She would see how long her freedom lasted. She didn’t trust him, but she had a feeling that no trust was a mutual feeling. It was better that way…she didn’t want trust in her.

She smirked poking the tip of his nose.
“then we will see what else I can offer” ok so she would flirt it up a bit. She knew where she stood relationship wise…she also knew where she stood maturely. She flicked her hair back over her shoulder with a fox like smirk etched across her face.

[Mathew Amtrum]

Mathew grinned leaning in and pressing his lips to hers. It was just a peck, a quick one too. His hand moved to her cheek giving it a small affectionate pat as he pulled back looking down in to her eyes with a grin. "Let me guess, a fight?" He asked grinning.

He remembered his promise to train her, one he had tried to uphold time and time again, only to have her run from him. It had been more then annoying, but there was little he could do to train her if she had refused his help.

When she poked the tip of his nose his eyes crossed looking at the spot her finger had poked. He was a little taken aback by her unusual flirtations and affection. It was a bit refreshing really.

"Alright I will tell you. Basically I was stupid when I was a kid. I didn't get along with my parents. My dad would beat me, my mom was emotionally abusive. I know poor me right?" He asked, though in a slightly sarcastic tone. He wasn't expecting any pity.

"Anyways to escape my so called family by finding a new one. Needless to say I got in to gangs early. Joining this one gang at the age of ten. I got this when I was thirteen, as well as the one on my back. I was taken along to a drug buy. One of the guys was wearing a wire. One of the dealers pulled out a gun, and the leader of the gang pushed me backwards and I slammed in to a pile of scrap metal, slashing me across the back and my face. But that is the danger of doing a drug deal in a junk yard right?" He said with a shrug.

It was a long time ago, he didn't even think about his scar most of the time. It was something that happened, the past wasn't that important, not when compared to the future.

[Bastille]

“sob story…seems everyone’s got one…” she said in a low voice look away now. She checked her watch and sighed noting she only had two minutes to make it to class. She held up her watch and looked at him. She had ignored the kiss, she would. Though she didn’t stop the blush that came to her face.

“I’ve got to go…history calls me” she said with a rather matter-of-fact tone. She would turn to walk away but stop and look back over her shoulder. “please meet me for lunch on the roof…the weather should let up some by then, if not…better” she said and then would continue to walk down the hall.

[Mathew Amtrum]

Mathew shrugged when she said it was a sob story. "You asked." He said simply. He really didn't care what she, or anyone thought about his past. It was that, his past, he wasn't ashamed or proud of it. It simply was.

He watched her go off to history, he was on his free period, so he was going to patrol the halls himself. He was doing what he could to keep the peace. It was essential for his plans down the road. He was already feared back in Long Beach, it was time to become loved. A protector of the weak. He would meld fear and admiration in to unquestionable loyalty. He didn't care about the school, not in the long run. The world was much more important.

When the Lunch bell rang Mathew was already on the roof, the clouds still covering the sky, but the rain had stopped, and beams of light were starting to work their way through the dark clouds. The sun was fighting to poke through, in another hour or so he was sure it would be a beautiful day.

[Bastille]

Bastille came out dressed in fencing pants and a t-shirt. She wore her sword at her side on a strap around her neck and her arms had gloves on them. Her hair was tied back in a braid.

She looked as if she had ran. Her eyes narrowed as she paused at the door breathing heavily. Taking steps through the puddles she continued to walk towards him very determined. She took a deep breathe before starting her crimson eyes fiery red, with a hint of orange. The contacts where in.

Clouds seemed to darken slightly. She closed her eyes tightly remembering why she had to talk to him. She knew why she was here and she smirked and slowly her crimson hues opened again. She looked still soaked and ragged as if she had just come through track and field in the rain. Truth she had…p.e. didn’t let its students rest just cus of a little water.

She would look up at him with her face as serious as a soldier.

“you offered me something a while ago…”

She paused a minute.

“I want to take you up on the offer”

[Mathew Amtrum]

"Well it is about time." He said rolling his eyes. Not so much about her finally showing up, but about her finally asking for training. Something he had been trying to do with her for ages. He flicked the bangs out of his eyes with a grin, his green eyes catching the light causing them to almost shine. He didn't move, he stayed in a neutral formless position looking at the girl, waiting.

"Well then attack me. You want to train, lets do it." He said grinning.

The reason he wasn't in a form is because forms had weaknesses. True not having one had its share too, but he liked the adaptability of being formless. Being able to adapt to what she threw at him, though he was sure he knew what she would do. She used that sword like a crutch. Thankfully though it was dulled. Otherwise he would have a potential problem here. He was good, but he couldn't promise he wouldn't be hit, and if the sword had been sharp that would be bad indeed.

[Bastille]

‘CLANK’ the sword clanks to the ground. Bastille was determined to learn to use her moves without it. Yes it would cost her but the sword would be close by enough for her to grab it and make use of it if she grew desperate enough. She cracked her knuckles and then with not a second though she was off the ground and in the air.

Slipping in the air she felt like she had when she had dove off the diving bored earlier that week. The high dive in her highest flip. The wind flew past her muscles and her eyes could even calculate that.

“well…here we go” she muttered.

She came down over top of him meaning to slam her foot into his head from above. To a normal person it would crash their skull inward but she knew Amtrum was stronger then that. If anything, if lucky…it would leave a bruise. Her eyes stood watching calculating.

Whatever his move she would flip back hoping to not move her body and keep it in one area of space in order to bring her legs back to kick him in the stomach then turn and kick him again the other side while her hand ran to palm his chin up. She would drop down due to gravity and then skid herself back taking a loose stance that still resembled as if she had a sword in her hand. She clenched her fists as if to remind herself it wasn’t there…she waited to see if anything hit. She needed to see what he would do. She had used her top speed in order to keep him from grabbing her…

If he had grabbed her she would have struggle to try and get out of it trying to remove her body however she could so he couldn’t find a blind spot to get a hit on her. If he got her around the neck she would kick up and over his arm hopefully pegging him in the face in order to make him loosen his grip so she could slide all the way out and over back to the ground. Whatever he did she had a wide range of tricks to try.

[Mathew Amtrum]

Mathew was pleasantly surprised to see that she was going without the sword this time. That was a good sign, she was actually going to try and learn from him, what a twist! His eyes watched her as she moved, he was a lot faster then he used to be, and his ability to read people hadn't died down one bit. When she jumped in to the air he couldn't help but shake his head.

He hated leaving the ground unless he had to, or it was a sure thing. When you were in the air you were committed to your attack. You couldn't suddenly dodge. And since Mathew wasn't exactly slow, he would be able to reach up and grab the foot before it smashed in to his head. With his hand around her ankle Mathew pulled his arm down quickly and harshly to slam her in to the ground, face first rather then her stomping in to his head.

[Bastille]

Bastille would see this and smirk and shove her hands in front of her face pushing off the ground. The pressure when she hit the ground caused her wrists a shock of pain but she pushed off and would try and kick her leg out of his grasp back summer-salting away. She would bounce up and clenched her fists a couple of times. Ok so no more air attacks she felt blood on her hand. Her eyes widened…all ready? She spat and walked towards him, tense, before she suddenly sound dodge to the side but a foot from him swing back right in front of him and go to slam her fist into his stomach. She knew it wouldn’t do damage, but she wasn’t here to beat him…she was hear to learn how to avoid him, how to not loose completely. She would then try to turn her back to press against his stomach as if they where dancing and then she would grab his arms and swing herself up and over hopefully placing herself on his shoulders in order to get a choke hold on his neck with her legs. She prayed she was quick enough to pull it off.